#doze sona

[ilopebunny]

Bunny??

Me and doze sona!!

@justcallmedoz3

Original:

Mei shijima from tbhk!! (They are the same person)

[twotimefromforsaken]

geared up rn

[johiro-the-devil]

Ourgh,, have this sketch wip before I render and past out lol.

(Tiktok and Tumblr algorithm going better than twt and insta😔)

I love how the oc brainrot is coming back to feast on my flesh./vpos

(The ref‼️💥🗣)

[byhees]

pillow barriers between your bodies.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 500 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read pet-names skinship — more

a/n. requested— plagiarism notice

heeseung would be so confused; had he done something wrong? were you, perhaps, upset with him? a million thoughts would be circling his mind. stretching an arm over to lightly tap you on the shoulder, finding the fluffy pillow a major annoyance. “you okay, babe?” he’d ask with such a soft voice, thoughts of dozing off dissipating into the air. might actually buy your acting, and gently yank the pillow out the way, closing the space between your bodies; after about three minutes of hugging, he’d fall into the depths of slumber, face buried in your embrace, soft snores falling from his mouth…

jay would be far too tired to question your actions— he just wants his late-night cuddles, and gentle hair strokes. cheek would be smooshed against the pillow, arm lazily draping over your side. would probably complain a little about how the pillow’s uncomfortably separating you two, and would eventually tuck the soft object at the end of the bed; “this feels so much better,” he’d murmur, eyelids fluttering close…

jake would probably sulk immediately— his offer for snuggles being so rudely rejected in front of him? that’s so not like you. tries to toss the pillow away, but is met, face first, with another one. “no cuddles today?” he’d ask, and his pout would only deepen with your response; you’d eventually give in, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. his sulky demeanour would evaporate so quickly, and he’d pull you into a tight hug…

sunghoon would watch the whole thing in silence, and dramatically sigh. musters all his acting knowledge to concoct an expression of mock offence— “and i thought i was your favourite cuddle buddy”. would playfully snatch the pillow away, and draw you close in his embrace, hands finding recluse in tracing faint shapes on your skin; “i’m reclaiming my rightful spot”. holds you close to him the whole night…

sunoo would instantly gawk at you, wide eyed and everything; is probably subtly sarcastic as he quips about how he’s been ‘replaced’. would try and shift the pillow away, little by little, but immediately feigns cluelessness when you look up at him and point it out. at one point, he’d simply just wrap his arms around both you and the pillow, sandwiching the rectangle of fluff between your bodies…

jungwon would immediately, and i repeat, immediately, get worried; wonders if anything has happened, and offers a listening ear. pulls the pillow away, and embraces you in a back hug, indirectly spooning you in the process; “everything alright, angel?” would pout in response after hearing about your little scheme. ends up falling asleep a few moments after, a little content smile lightly tugging on the corners of his lips...

riki would be teasing you so much; the room would be a little bit dim, and he’d just be playfully smiling. gradually scoots closer to you under the guise of feeling cold from the small, shared blanket. swiftly pulls the pillow out the way, and nuzzles himself close to you; “i think this arrangement suits us better. what do you think, love?” would slide an arm around your waist, and fall asleep to the lullaby of your hushed laughter…

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[allykakamatsu]

Twisted Hearts 1 Chapter 5: Under the Sea

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Story Summary: When an unknown incident lands the students of NRC in a strange new world, they have to travel across worlds to find each other as well as trying to vanquish the darkness. Sounds.... easier than most of what they've been through this school year at least, but nothing is ever that simple, and a pair or adopted siblings will once again find themselves at odds.

Chapter Summary: The issues in Deep Jungle resolved for now, the group continues their search for their missing friends in Atlantica, leading to reuniting with a familiar face, as well as meeting the biggest non Heartless problem they've dealt with so far.

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POV, Silver:

“Silver, you’re dozing again.” Riddle tells me as he shakes me before I fall asleep.

“My bad.” I say as I rub my eyes to stay awake. After somehow sleeping through the crash I’d rather stay awake on the flights if I can, and Riddle’s doing his best to help.

“Just in time too, we’re at our next world!” Sora tells me as he proudly pulls us in for a landing. Turns out when he’s actually being shown what to do he’s actually a decent driver.

“Alright, let’s go-!,” Cater says before cutting himself off and looking concerned, “um, are you sure this is the right spot?”

“This is where the navigator said to land.” Goofy answers as I see that… we’ve somehow landed under the sea, oh no.

“Please say this thing is airtight!” Deuce begs in a panic as he holds onto an annoyed but also panicked Ace for dear life.

“Calm down you two, no water is getting in and the windows aren’t cracking so it’s fine,” Trey assures the pair, “still, we should probably park somewhere else.”

“About that” Donald tells him.

“That’s never a good sentence to hear.” Ace quips but gets cut off when Riddle bonks him on the head with his staff.

“As I was saying,” Donald continues over Sora’s giggles, “this world is all under water, so we have to park here.”

“Alright, that explains… this,” Riddle says, “but that raises the question of how on earth are we meant to explore. We can cast water bubbles to help us breath, but that’ll accumulate blot if held for too long, and that’s not even mentioning the unwieldiness if we engage in combat.”

“Don’t worry, I got it” Donald assures us as he pulls out his staff and before I can even ask he casts a spell and we’re all outside the Gumi Ship-

“OMG this is so cool!” Cater admits as we all get a better look at each other and I see that everyone’s torso got replaced with a mermaid tail of some kind…. Except for Goofy who’s heads just got put onto a turtle plus Trey who just got turned into a turtle with his hat and clover makeup being on his shell being the only things keeping him recognisable but neither seem to mind by the looks of it at least so it could be worse? I got a jellyfish tail which isn’t what I expected but it’s not bad.

“This is some really impressive magic.” I admit making Donald look smug. 

“Damn it, why am I a crab…?,” Ace groans in discomfort before his eyes widen in realisation, “wait… I’m a crab… Deuce is a mackerel… Trey is a turtle… Cater is a sea bream… Riddle is a goldfish… Silver is a jellyfish… did we all just get turned into Floyd’s nicknames for us?”

“I think we did,” Trey confirms as he struggles to swim like this, “either he is very good at judging our sea animal-sona’s or whatever Idia calls it, or this is the coincidence of the year.”

“I’ll say it’s the former and take it as a compliment Sea Turtle.” !!

“What the?!” Sora asks as everyone is taken off guard… for very different reasons if I had to guess. 

“Speak of the devil.” I mumble as I look around for the mer before he jumpscares us.

“I’d get behind something Rids.” Cater hisses to the very shocked Housewarden-

“GOLDFISHIE!!!!!” Floyd cheers as he swims in from out of nowhere and pulls Riddle into the non lethal version of his classic squeeze almost faster than I can blink.

“AGH!!! Floyd I’m… not against seeing you…. But loosen your darn grip…. I can’t breathe…!” Riddle begs as he tries to swim out of the hug, and thankfully Floyd takes the hint as while he doesn’t let go he does loosen his grip, and at that point Riddle somewhat awkwardly returns the hug.

“I’m guessing this is a friend of yours?” Goofy asks after a minute, prompting Floyd to finally let go of Riddle.

“Ehe, yup,” he confirms before Riddle can say anything, “names Floyd Leech. Now, mind if Goldfishie and Crabby’s new buddy’s introduce themselves?”

“I’m Sora, and that’s Donald and Goofy!,” Sora introduces cheerfully, “it’s really nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet ya too Sharky,” Floyd replies finding a nickname right away and making Sora chuckle at it, “now, glad as I am to find ya guys, especially Goldfishie, why are ya all here?”

“We’re world travelling to stop the darkness and find our friends!…. That sounds cheesy when I say it out loud but it’s still important!,” Deuce answers getting a chuckle out of Sora Ace Cater and Floyd, “on that note, Floyd-senpai have you seen a girl about Sora’s age with red hair, a blonde girl who’s even younger than that, a guy who looks like Silver-senpai but shorter, Sebek, Lilia-senpai or Malleus-senpai.”

“Nope, only red head I’ve seen is older than that, and Jade and Azul are the only other people from NRC that I’ve seen.” Floyd answers getting a sigh from most of us, me included.

“How come they’re the only two who don’t get nicknames?” Donald asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Cause they’re just Jade and Azul, unlike you Ducky.” Floyd answers, making Donald start to get angry before he’s calmed down by Goofy and this sends Ace into a laughing fit.

“Ehe, that aside, it’s nice to know Jade and Azul are okay at least,” Trey admits with a small chuckle, “can you take us to where they are?”

“Eh, why not,” Floyd agrees with a shrug, “gotta drop something off to Princess Sturgeon first, then I’ll show ya.”

“We can handle a fetch quest,” Cater agrees and we all nod in agreement (albeit it awkwardly in Donald’s case), “so let’s #get to it!”

“Swimming like this… is very different from swimming with legs….” I mumble as I try to get the handle of it… and by the looks of it I’m not the only one having trouble.

“Alright, so like this- AGH!!,” Sora says as he flips his fin a little too hard and swims straight into a wall, “ow….”

“Snrk! This is just turning into a slapstick routine!” Ace snorts as me and Trey pull Sora away from the wall.

“Easy for you to say, all you have to do is scuttle!” Deuce fires back as he tries to swim…. Only to swim the wrong way and making Ace laugh again.

“Ace Trappola if you don’t stop laughing it’s off with your head!!,” Riddle shouts which makes the first year shut up before sighing, “Floyd, can you show us all what to do please, or at the very least drag us to where we need to go.”

“Pfft, whatever you say Goldfishie,” Floyd agrees as he poorly hides his own laughs at the chaos-, “ow!! What the hell?!”

“Heartless!!” I shout as a group of about 10 aquatic themed ones arrive making us all pull out our weapons.

“Senpai hold still I’ll get it off!” Ace shouts as he pulls the Heartless that bit into Floyd’s arm off as the rest of us start casting spells… in large part because fighting up close means more swimming which is bad.

“Blizzard!!” Sora and Donald shout as they cast the spell at the same time, somehow combining it and making it bigger as it defeats two of the Heartless. Heh, glad this two’s teamwork is improving-!

“Leaf Shot!” I quickly cast to get another Heartless away from me.

“Fire Shot!!,” Cater shouts as he casts the spell… which somehow works, “huh, honestly I just wanted to meme and see if that worked under water, guess it does lol.”

“Good to know but in future save the ‘meming’ or whatever you want to call it for less dangerous situations.” Riddle quips as he just… throws his Keyblade at one of the Heartless which clean decapitates it. Alright then.

“Time for a squeeze!,” Floyd shots as he grabs the few that are left in his tail and squeezes them until they pop, “phew, that takes care of that. But why the hell did they bite me?”

“The biting is new, but attacking people is what Heartless do all the time.” Goofy explains as we all… slowly regroup due to the swimming problems.

“No they don’t,” Floyd refutes- wait what?, “those things are hanging around Ursula’s cave all the time and they always leave me, Azul and Jade alone.”

“WHAT?!?!,” Donald asks in complete disbelief as I start praying that this meeting with a Great Seven member goes better than last time, “they’re pure evil and darkness, how were they leaving you alone?!?!”

“I don’t know, maybe Ursula just tamed them or something,” Floyd answers with a disinterested shrug making Donald and Goofy look concerned, “Jade and Azul are at her cave anyway so we can ask her when we get there, but for now we gotta get a move on to Princess Sturgeon.”

“He’s right, this is weird but we should get going.” Sora agrees, and after no one objects, Sora quickly casts a healing spell on Floyd’s still bleeding elbow before we form a daisy chain.

“Alright fishies, hold on!” Floyd tells us all with a smirk- oh no…

“I just realised who we’re letting drive us.” I blurt out, increasing Donald and Goofy’s concern and adding Sora to the pile.

“Everyone, hold on like your life depends on it!” Trey adds as everyone starts to freak out-!

“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

5 Minutes Later:

“That… was somehow worse than when you made me do that while I had my legs….” Riddle mumbles as we make it to our destination and try to recover from the speed.

“You’re no fun Goldfishie.” Floyd quips with a disappointed pout.

“I thought it was pretty fun… once I knew my skin wasn’t going to be torn off by us going too fast at least.” Sora adds with a slightly nervous smile which makes Floyd perk back up.

“Either way, let’s go check what this #Princess Sturgeon is up to,” Cater says as he (with a bit of difficulty but he’s fairing better than most of us) swims into the cave with the rest of us right behind (albeit with Floyd helping a slightly awkward Riddle) and…. Well…

“Geez, whoever this ‘Princess’ is, she sure is a fan of humans.” Ace quips as the cave is filled basically top to bottom with items from land. Forks, music boxes, a comb, you name it and if it’s not tech related it’s probably here.

“Ehe, what can I say, they just fascinate me.” A new voice giggles and when I look up to see who it is it’s a mermaid with bright red hair.

“I take it you’re the Princess?” I ask as I try to swim up to her… key word being try.

“Yup, but you can just call me Ariel,” she confirms with a bright smile, “it’s nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too!” Sora replies as we all quickly do introductions.

“Now that’s settled,” Floyd says somewhat lackadaisically as he tosses Ariel a compact mirror, “managed to find the do-dad you lost at the shipwreck. You’re lucky I had nothing better to do today otherwise I wouldn’t of gone to get it.”

“!! Thanks you so much Flo, I’ll be more careful, I promise!” Ariel says as she catches it as she swims in for a hug-!!

“AGH!!!” Deuce screams as he holds onto me for dear life (at least he’s figured out swimming?) as a lightning bolt comes out of nowhere, almost hitting Floyd?!

“I didn’t do it!” Ace and Sora blurt out seemingly on instinct as Floyd and Ariel frantically try to cover up the trinkets?

“Then who did-?!” Riddle asks before cutting himself off as he stares at something in shock, and when we all turn to see who it is it’s a very tall merman with long white hair, a matching beard and wearing a crown.

“Ariel how many times do I have to tell you to not associate with that boy?!” He growls in frustration as he pushes past Donald, making him spin until Riddle and Trey manage to stop him.

“Daddy calm down,” Ariel groans as she manages to keep her stuff covered, “how many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends.”

“Right, only people I have my eyes on are Goldfishie and Sea Snake, you don’t have to worry about me being your in-law King Sturgeon“ Floyd adds with an eye roll- wait what?

“What was that about Jamil?” I ask as Riddle, as Idia would put it, blue screens, but before Floyd can answer the merman grabs his tail looking furious.

“For the last time it’s Triton,” he growls as he makes the slightly shocked but mostly unfazed Floyd look him in the eye, “and you know full well that’s not the issue here. I know you work with Ursula, and I don’t want anyone who associates with that witch near my daughter.”

“C’mon, she’s not that bad,” Floyd fires back with a groan before smirking, “you’re just mad at her cause she tried to take what was actually hers-!!”

“Floyd!!” Riddle yelps as Floyd is literally thrown into the wall by Triton, prompting him (with some assistance from an equally concerned Ariel) to swim over to check up on him.

“!! Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but you hurt my friend’s friend, so back off!!” Sora tells the King as he summons his Keyblade while Riddle casts a healing spell on Floyd.

“So’ I know that was a bad thing to do but he’s kinda in charge here so maybe for all our sakes don’t go pointing weapons right away.” Cater nervously hisses to Sora to try stop us all from getting in trouble, but before anyone says anything else Triton’s eyes widen in recognition?

“A Keyblade…,” he mumbles before his glare turns fierce again, “out. I want you out of Atlantica, right now!”

“H Hold on your majesty!,” Trey butts in to try smooth this over, “I apologise on Sora’s behalf for him pulling out a weapon, but we don’t want any trouble, we’re just here to help-!”

“HYUCK!!” Goofy yelps in panic as Triton fires another lighting blast that barely misses Trey! Okay this is bad!

“I have had Keybearers in my kingdom before,” Triton explains with a look that could probably kill someone, “no matter what they claim or how genuine their intentions, all they do is sow chaos and despair. I will not allow another to come, especially when my hands are full enough with keeping the Heartless out as it is.”

“Chaos…?” Sora mumbles as he starts to panic and even look afraid.

“Your Majesty, with all due respect,” I say firmly as before I fully realise wha I’m doing I step between the king and Sora, “I wont say I know what happened in the past, but all we’re here to do is stop the Heartless, and maybe find some leads on our missing friends. We want to help, and even if we were just visiting, that’s no reason to tell a child that he’s only meant to cause chaos. We’ll stay out of your way if you want, but we’re not leaving until the Heartless are vanquished.”

“Way to go Jellyfish.” Floyd mumbles as everyone else stares at me in shock as I just hold my breath and pray I didn’t accidentally make things worse.

“….. I am not taking any chances,” Triton says with a venomous tone as he points his trident now glowing at me and Sora, “leave now, or I will make you.”

“Daddy what are you doing?!” Ariel asks in a panic as I cover Sora as best as I can for whatever’s about to happen, but thankfully we don’t have to find out as in the moment when Triton is distracted by Ariel Floyd grabs all of us plus the princess and makes a beeline out of the cave.

“Thanks for the save senPAI!!!” Ace thanks before getting cut off by a lightning blast barely missing us.

“Sorry I made that worse!” I apologise as we keep dodging the lightning.

“It’s fine, you could’ve handled that better but that situation was clearly doomed to disaster regardless-!” Riddle assures me before ducking just in time to dodge a blast.

“Geez Ariel, no offence but is your dad always this cray-cray?!” Cater asks, clearly freaking out despite the joking tone.

“He is pretty overprotective of me and my sisters, but it’s never been this bad!” Ariel admits clearly freaking out.

“We can worry about that later-AH!!,” Deuce adds as a blast gets barely blocked by Goofy, “Ah, thank you. Back on topic, what do we do now?!”

“I’m gettin’ us to Ursula,” Floyd explains, “King Sturgeon won’t be crazy enough to follow us there, and she might be able to help!”

“Sounds like a good idea to me!,” Sora agrees as he’s thankfully recovered from the shock, “and I think we’re loosing him so let’s keep going!”

“Right, hold on fishies!” Floyd says with a smirk as he gets ready to speed up again.

“No need to tell me twice.” Ace quips as we all hold on for dear life even more than we already are.

“Here we go aGAIN!!!!” Donald screams as we bolt off.

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[selfship-dreamland]

Facts I wrote about Little Miss Snooze (my Little Miss sona)

💤By her name, she mostly enjoys napping.

💤Her accessories are a nightcap and slippers.

💤Snooze carries a cat plush, it appears as her comfort item.

💤Other than napping, she likes spending time with the crew.

💤Got her feelings to Tickle, as that she finds him funny with his tickling gags.

💤Snooze and Mr Lazy are like siblings to eachother.

💤Has a crush on Mr Nonsense during her adventures in Nonsenseland.

💤When meeting Little Miss Splendid, she got flushed at the start by how beautiful she is.

💤As she gets hugged by someone like Miss Hug, she quickly dozed off to sleep.

💤Gets along with Mr Quiet, the two can seem to relate by their disliking of loud sounds.

💤If her cat plush went missing, she would worry a lot about it.

💤As she is friendly with everybody else, she doesn't like anyone rude, especially Mr Snooty and Mr Rude.

💤Does think of Mr Fussy(or Mr Pernickety) like a father figure.

💤Snooze thinks of Mr Grumpy like a father. Although he gets irritated at her napping habits but doesn't find her rather annoying like some others.

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Untitled Caine x GN!Reader oneshot because why not

EDIT: A more polished version of this is now on ao3!!

After writing something close to 20k words of Stereo Souls this week I needed a quick break, and came up with this while half asleep and feeling mopey. It's self-indulgent so if you find yourself thinking "He would not fucking say that" then yeah, you're probably right but eh, this isn't a Caine character study. 🤣

If I ever think of a title and edit this I might put this on ao3 cuz again whynot.

(Sidenote: Yes, the reader appearance is based on the TADC sona I designed for myself. At the time I referred to the sona with she/her pronouns because I didn't mean for it to be anything other than a drawing of my own sona. But I assure you this reader is gender neutral despite sharing a design with a she/her character.)

Word count: ~1700

You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been stuck in the Digital Circus. You think the time is best measured in months, not years, but Jax has suggested otherwise a couple times. But you can’t always tell when Jax is lying to upset you, or telling the truth to upset you.

You try not to be upset at all.

Easier said than done in this place, most of the time.

Caine makes it easier, though you seem to be in the minority with that opinion. His games can be irritating sometimes, but you sense he is trying to make them fun…and the banquets and parties he throws for you and your cohorts afterwards are usually nice.

You think he’s improving, but every time you mention that possibility Jax lets out a cough that usually sounds suspiciously like “Stockholm”. 

It is after such a party you’ve slipped out of the tent to wander the grounds on your own for a bit. The sun has gone away for now. You don’t think describing it as having “set” is accurate, but in any case, the grounds are bathed in the bluish glow of nighttime. The moon herself seems to have dozed off in her perch among the chalk stars, so she pays you no mind.

Like the other humans (or perhaps former humans) here, you were given a new form when you arrived. From a distance, you could be mistaken as one of the more humanoid characters, but up close that illusion falls apart. You’re essentially an animated pile of clothing. A hoodie, with the always up hood serving as your head and cartoony, ever malleable and expressive pair of thick glasses serving as your eyes. Your legs are a pair of jeans, the bottoms of which rest on the ground like a floppy pair of feet.

When you’d first caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, you’d thought you were invisible…but there’s no invisible body beneath your garments--the garments are you. 

You don’t remember your past life--nobody here does. But you know bits of it, and you feel like in some ways you know yourself. Somehow the idea of you being invisible, faceless, nondescript and barely noticeable feels…Well, it feels like a predictable outcome in many ways. As much as predictable outcomes exist in the Digital Circus, anyway.

The others all seem to have something pulling them back to the human world, even if they don’t always know what it is. Jax less so, and Kinger seems to forget the pull just as much you’ve all forgotten what’s pulling you, but it’s there all the same.

Less so for you though.

You just can’t help but feel…you don’t have much to go back to.

Your moping is interrupted--as it often is--but the sudden appearance of two large eyes immediately in front of you. Green and blue.

“Hello there! I was wondering where you’d gone off to,” Caine says, floating back a pace so his eyes aren’t dominating your visual field.

“Oh, uh, hi Caine,” you say, lifting a floppy sleeve in an imitation of a wave.

“What’s gotcha so blue, pal? Aside from the obvious,” he says, gesturing at the artificially blue lighting around you two.

You let out a little laugh at the joke, wringing your sleeves together. “O-Oh nothing, Caine…” you say.

He’s quiet a moment, then lets out a thoughtful hum. “Hmmmmmmmm?” he muses. His eyes stay in place while his mouth and body rotate around them until he’s upside-down. “Nothing?” he repeats, a layer of dubiousness making itself known beneath his usually pompous tone.

“N-Nothing you need to worry about…” you correct.

Caine abruptly rights himself, giving the top of your hood a gentle tap with his baton, causing your hood--your head--to deflate slightly. 

“Nonsense!” he cries as you try to push your hood back into a head-like shape. “As ringmaster I am in charge of ensuring all characters maintain their happiness and sanity!” he cries, his irises “closing” into little crescents…which is about as close as he can get to closing his eyes.

At your silence, his eyes open again and he floats downward, leaning in close. “Is it because Bubble didn’t save you guys any angel food cake? I told that little parasite--”

“It isn’t that!” you say quickly, holding up your sleeves and quickly shaking your hood.

“Oh. Excellent!” he chirps. For a moment, you hope the tangent had distracted him, but you realize he’s still looking at you expectantly.

“I was uh…just um…thinking about the human world, I guess…” you admit, one of your sleeves rubbing the other nervously.

“Ahhh yes, that whole affair,” Caine says, his tone both pompous and commiserating. He floats down to join you on the ground and begins walking beside you. “I do apologize for how long the Exit Door is taking. I do still have some new ideas I--”

“I’m not worried about the Exit Door, Caine,” you say. He’s talked about making one before, and you’re told when Pomni arrived, he’d come up with something pretty convincing. But it was no real exit. None of you are sure if his “Exit Door” talk is just another game, some new level he’s designing that he thinks will delight all of you indefinitely, or if he truly is trying to help you find a way out.

Most of the time you’re not sure if Caine even knows.

“Oh?” he asks curiously. “Everyone else is.”

“Well…I’m not not worried about it…” you amend.

One side of his upper teeth raises in an approximation of a quirked brow. “But you just said--”

“I-I mean…I’m worried about it in general I guess, but not right this second,” you clarify quickly.

“Ah. I see,” he says with a small nod. Once again he looks at you expectantly.

“Can I ask you something?”

Caine’s mouth tilts to one side curiously, but after a moment he cries “Certainly!” in his usual showman tone.

“Do you…have any data on who we used to be? Even…what we looked like?” you ask.

“Afraid not, friend!” he declares easily. “In fact, I don’t even know what humans look like!”

You falter slightly, glancing over him in surprise. “Not at all?”

“Not at all!” he says with a grand sweep of his arm. “Think about it. When would I have ever seen a human?”

“I…I suppose…” you say.

“I have inferred some things though!” he declares, raising one finger and puffing his chest as he walks. “Ragatha is the closest. Pomni being a close second. And you being…” He stops walking, one hand scratching his chin. “Perhaps a distant third?” he asks tentatively, as if he’s truly not sure.

You’re not entirely sure either. If Jax’s ears didn’t make him resemble a rabbit more than a human, one could make the case that he’s more “human” than you by virtue of having a solid shape and an actual face.

But you simply shrug and dip your hood in a nod. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Good!” he chirps easily, taking a couple quick steps to catch up to you and once again fall into step beside you. “But why do you ask?”

You don’t think he’s going to stop prodding until you tell him. Or until he decides you need a new adventure to take your mind off of it. Though even after you tell him, he might still think you need an adventure. But either way, it seems your only chance at a peaceful evening is to just tell Caine what’s on your mind.

Still, that’s a bit easier said than done.

“I-It’s just…I don’t really remember specifics about my life…”

“Nobody does!” he chirps.

“Right,” you continue, not particularly phased by the interruption. “It’s…hard to explain, but…s-sometimes…when I look in the mirror and don’t have a face--a real face…it’s…almost a relief?” you say, glancing up at him.

Caine simply stares at you in silence, waiting for you to continue.

“I-I just…feel like…there was something in the mirror I…didn’t like seeing…but I don’t know why…”

One side of his upper jaw raises slightly in a curious expression. “Do you mean in a physical sense? Or more metaphorical?” he asks.

You glance over at him in surprise. You hadn’t expected such an insightful question. If anything, you’d assumed he’d take it literally--that you just didn’t like your human face. Nothing deeper than that.

But even you don’t know if it’s deeper than that.

“I don’t know,” you say. “I don’t remember clearly enough. It’s…just…an impression of how I used to feel, I guess.”

“Hmmmm…” he hums, his fingers drumming on the gums below his lower row of teeth. “Well, good buddy, I’m afraid I can’t help with that.”

You’d give a small, good-natured smile if you could, but you can’t, so you simply flop your arms in a mild shrug. “I didn’t think so. That’s why I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“Bother? Hardly a bother!” Caine cries cheerfully. “Your happiness and sanity are my priority!” he declares, placing a fist against his chest and puffing up proudly.

“W-Well..thanks for um…checking in on me anyway,” you say, wringing your sleeves together awkwardly.

He lifts off the ground again, hovering in front of you. He lays horizontally, his hands folded under his lower jaw. “For what it’s worth though, friend…If you had a face, I’d sure be happy to see it!” he says, poking the bridge of your glasses with one finger.

You sputter in surprise at the remark, and the little touch. He…he surely meant both in the most innocent, innocuous way possible…right?

Caine’s irises close into happy crescents as he rights himself, taking your sleeves in his hands. “Feeling better?” he asks, and you think you hear some genuine warmth in his tone.

Your hood flops forward in a nod. “Y-Yes…thank you.”

“Good!” he crows happily. “Ready to head back? There’s a mousse pie with your name on it!” he grins. Then he pauses, tapping his chin with one finger. “Which I maaaaay mean literally, if that’s your fancy!”

You laugh softly. “Figuratively is fine.”

“Ah, good. Keeps things simple!” he says. He lowers himself to the ground again, and to your surprise, holds out his elbow for you. “Shall we head back, then?”

You’re surprised at the little gesture. You feel your glasses fogging up a bit but quickly lower your hood, trying not to draw attention to it. “S-Sure…” you say, looping your sleeves around his arm.

Life in the circus…isn’t terrible, you decide.

[alienatedpixels]

✰ Intro Post For Ino Because I Forget People Don’t Automatically Know About My God Awful Characters ✰

Just a simple introduction to the purple bug you might see around on my blog ♡

There’s art of her at the bottom of the post just in case :]

You can always ask about her!!! I am not shy about answering oc related questions >:3

***NOT a roleplaying thing***

Who is Ino Anyways?

Ino is my god awful self-insert/sona I made almost exclusively to selfship with Black Beetle.

Does She Even Have A Personality?

Of course she does!! What kind of sona would she be if I didn’t break off some vile part of my personality and imbue it with a body?

Comprehensively, however she is:

✮ Compassionate (to a fault)

✮ Introspective

✮ Very Social

✮ Filled with compressed, distilled, vitriolic hatred for almost anything that breathes

✮ Probably a little too sadistic

✮ Usually friendly though

✮ Stupid good at manipulation

A Brief But Detailed Summary of Her Backstory

Ino escaped a highly abusive home at 20~ish years old and ran directly to the Reach, despite having escaped them before. Idk how she got there but she was so beaten and broken it took months to fix. She lives with them now :3

Why’d they let her live if she was so damaged?

I asked myself this as well and decided it’s because they were watching her for the two years she had her scarab on earth. Her resilience and general hatred towards the people around her allowed them to steer her right into their ship, literally.

Is her scarab even on-mode?

Yep :) there’s nothing wrong with it. My reasoning for this is because she was fighting a blood infection when she found it and it didn’t have time to control her body. Not to mention Ino was stuck in a tricky situation that required a lot of precision to navigate.

Why is Ino sick so often?

Ino would often fall ill before she found her scarab, and that’s precisely what happened when she found it. Ino is albino, so her immune system is a bit weaker than most. It’d also take her longer to heal since she was severely malnourished for quite some time.

Alright, So What Does Ino Even Do?

Having joined the Reach, Ino serves two purposes: a negotiator, because she is very manipulative and can sweet talk just about anyone, and an exterminator, taking out the last straggling resistance of a species. For both these roles, Ino appears distinctly different, and only appears in public, non violent meetings without her armor, but heavily dressed.

As for when she’s not doing anything in particular, she lives like a lazy fat cat that used to be a stray. You can find her dozing off in patches of sunlight from the nearest star or lazily stretching out across a chair. If she doesn’t need to move, she won’t, but that doesn’t affect her performance overall.

So, Why Black Beetle?

Because I like him. For Ino however, he was just the nearest large guy who didn’t seem to mind her presence. She kinda stayed far off from him but eventually kind of scooted closer over a couple weeks. He wasn’t threatening to her and she just kind of decided he was the designated Safe Person. Because he showed her basic decency. To be fair I don’t think he’d mind her too much because I think he’s either seen or heard of what Ino had gone through just to get there.

Didn’t Black Beetle lose his scarab?

Yeah :( but not in this au thing because Ino jumped in last second. Don’t think her ass won, she got flayed like a fish because she miscalculated her next move. She provided enough of a distraction that Black Beetle kept his scarab, he was just kinda knocked the absolute fuck out. Ino lived btw she’s fine, she just feels bad for traumatizing everyone.

Art Of Her Because Of Reasons

The criminal herself

[the-kr8tor]

Okay listen the reason I made R throw hands is cus I was salty at one of my friends (who I kinda...maybe...have a tiny itty bitty little crush on) kept complimenting my smile and I can't handle affection well so I had to self project ALSO THE NEW CHAPTER? I NEED TO READ IT BUT I GOTTA STUDY (I read like half and I am speechless istg i love ur writing katy- it's insane how much you've improved from ur first fanfic to now) Daily Hobie HC! Love languages time- personally, I think he's all of them (+teasing), both giving and receiving. Hobie likes to know that you're there with him, whether it's holding onto the pinkie of your hand with his or looping a finger into your belt loops. Subtle, nonchalant clinginess, basically. Unless he feels like being an ass. He'll sometimes come up behind you and lightly tap your hips, letting you know he's there as he just unwinds silently, leaning against your back with his face buried into your hair. His arms are usually wrapped around your waist, resting lazily there as he calms his mind with your presence. (Or perhaps, if you're like my sona and wear layered necklaces, he'll gently attempt to untangle them) In large crowds, in order not to lose you, Hobie will silently loop a finger through your beltloops, or slip his hand onto your pocket, or even just grip the edges of your pocket. Whatever gets him to be able to at least hold you, in a way, he's happy. With gift-giving, no doubt he'll be leaving little trinkets with notes attached to them. Sometimes, it's something from his inter-dimensional travels, or just a nice smelling candle he nicked that he thought you might've liked. The notes he leaves with these little gifts always manage to make you smile, with a tiny doodle of you and him, a few scribbly love hearts around both of you as well. No doubt you have a little box dedicated to these sticky notes, always bein sure to put them in immediately after receiving them. Unbeknownst to him, you pull that box out and look over the doodles whenever you feel a bit too worried about him, and it calms your nerves easy. Quality time with Hobie is always amusing one way or another. Whether it's a sleepover leading to you waking up to him DIY-ing another leather jacket on the floor with silver studs scattered every where, or both of you just have a relaxing time painting each other's nails, or even allowing you to colour in his tattoos as he dozes off. If you're currently struggling to overcome something, he's your number one supporter, and always by your side. He'll always make sure you know how much he's proud of you, planting little kisses on your shoulder and muttering how well you're going. He'll murmur how much he loves you against your lips as you kiss a hundred times if he needed to. Hobie is always up for doing something for you if you're dealing with something, cue the multiple times he's helped you through stress or periods or just overall with life. Although he isn't really the best therapist, he'll still let you rant to him while he focuses on making some snacks for you, simply just making you 'sit there and look pretty', while in reality you're watching him carefully to make sure he doesn't try to blow anything up. Istg I'm getting jumped rn it aint letting me do these daily hobie hcs >:( -🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛ anon is actually Y/N bc you're having a friends to lovers arc innit?

Study first! You can read it after like a lil treat! Thank you so much 🥹 I think my writing has stagnated a bit but I'm glad to hear that it hasn't! Ly muah i needed that ❤️

DAILY HOBIE HC!! 🎉

Oh i forever stand by the fact that he loooooveesss pulling you in by your belt loops 🥴 highkey my favourite trope ever

AS SOMEONE WHO WEARS LAYERED NECKLACES I LOVE THAT YES PLSS I NEED HIM TO UNTANGLE MY NECKLACES!!!

The little doodles with the notes oh im dying that's so sweet i want that 😍🥹🥹🥹 (when will it be my turn?)

Colouring in his tattoos!!!!! So cute! Until you accidentally use permanent marker 😂😂😂

Who's jumping you? Imma throw hands real quick!

[truelillavender]

Some simple little fanart doodle of my katamari-sona: Cousin Snooze!

"They seem to doze off quite a lot huh?"- King of The Cosmos

[groggygrimalkin]

I have art block so I'm just gonna draw Doze and one of my sonas cuddling sheiwnwondieq

[tahthetrickster]

WIP tag game

i was tagged by @euhemeria and for purposes of brevity and also my own sense of shame im only listing WIPs from my actual documents and not my phone notes app. also im not tagging anyone bc its like 4am and trying to think of a single person to tag rn feels like that youtube clip of the sidewalk interviews that are like "for one dollar name a woman, any woman." anyway

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

lfg

league of legends

gunblaze (shyvana/miss fortune):

old god shyv 😳 [nsfw] ● muse (gunblaze) ● gunblaze night terror smthg ● dozing gunblaze ● in step ● scrap paper ● obvious dragon joke [nsfw]

sinister fortune (katarina/miss fortune):

firstblood v1 ● firstblood kisses v1 ● no chaser ● sfclubbing ● annoying SF at a ballroom dance ● firstblood ● you coulda died stupid ● cpt scurvy

this one doesnt have a cool ship name but its shyvana/miss fortune/katarina:

throuple crimis smthg ● sarah spoiling idk [nsfw] ● sweem

diana/leona:

under moonlight [slightly nsfw] ● incandescence ● always / also

misc:

get off joke here [miss fortune/caitlyn(/vi)] [nsfw] ● unrefined style [miss fortune/fiora] ● Signs & Signifiers [quinn/sona] ● syren [miss fortune/samira] ● sg sahri smthg [miss fortune/ahri, star guardian verse] ● quinn/lux something or other ● weary [miss fortune/diana(/leona)] ● condemn [miss fortune/diana(/leona)] ● mf/leo something or other [miss fortune/leona(/diana)] ● Person of Interest [caitlyn/miss fortune (not quite shippy)] ● the monster in you (is the monster in me) [kaisa/sivir] ● superstitious [miss fortune/janna + miss fortune/diana + miss fortune/illaoi] [nsfw] ● oh captain [miss fortune/diana] [nsfw]

overwatch

(these are really old by now so dont expect quality)

mercymaker:

∠(ᐛ_L)_ ● dr feelgood ● raindrops ● enough ● preternatural ● dozing ● Don't Make a Sound (Till I Come Undone) [nsfw]

moircy:

uhhhhhh [nsfw] ● das tier in mir ● weary

misc:

soft (angela/mei) ● fauxpas (angela/amelie/gerard) ● soft zarcy (angela/zarya) ● poly shenanigans (angela/zarya/fareeha/amelie/mei)

misc

wtf 15 [oc] ● unholy water / sanguine addiction [bg3, shadowzel] [nsfw] ● infectious [oc] ● vulnerable [hellsing, oc/integra] ● soft hs [hellsing, oc/integra]

the way i went from giving my documents pithy single-word-descriptor titles in the ovw fandom to just saying fuck it ill title it for real later but i need to know what this shit is when im looking for it in my documents. anyway hmu 👍

[swfichs]

FICHA — OCTAVIA.

OCC

Iza ou isa, ou para os íntimos pode chamar de Sonata/Sona. 25 anos, ela/dele ou qualquer pronome. Nenhum trigger. Sobre atividade, eu sou ativa na parte semanal, mas no domingo e sábado eu tiro um tempo do computador e fico um pouco fora na dash mas sempre tô por dentro das coisas e respondendo. Basicamente tô livre a semana toda, menos alguns dias de sábado e domingo que posso tirar os dois dias pra ficar sem o computador.

IC

MAGGIE LINDEMANN? Não! É apenas OCTAVIA ODEBRECHT, ela é filha de DEIMOS do CHALÉ 32 e tem VINTE E DOIS ANOS. A TV Hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no nível III por estar no Acampamento há DEZ ANOS, sabia? E se lá estiver certo, RED é bastante LEAL mas também dizem que ela é EXPLOSIVA. Mas você sabe como Hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

BIO completa:

Proveniente das terras energéticas da Irlanda, veio ao mundo em uma tristonha e medonha noite chuvosa primaveril. Era o oitavo primeiro dia do segundo mês do ano e os trovões cessavam a quietude do ambiente hospitalar onde o parto ocorria, mesmo que tivesse nascido alguns dias após o previsto, não havia gerado imperfeições. Octavia nasceu no seio de uma família abastada e influente, em algo que muitos nomearam de " berço de ouro ", desfrutando de tudo que sua família poderia oferecer, cresceu no meio de itens luxuosos e de alto padrão, acompanhando o nível alto de sua família matriarcal, Red sempre foi uma garota exímio e com um histórico invejável, desde tenra idade revelou-se uma criança excepcionalmente inteligente e curiosa. No entanto, a arte de teatros também lhe chamava a atenção. A união de uma morena oriunda das terras irlandesas e de um Deus, deram origem a quem todos nomeiam de Odebrecht, sobrenome forte e famoso. Desejada desde o útero de sua genitora, Octavia floresceu em um lar harmonioso. Mesmo sem conhecer seu pai verdadeiro desde pequena, se iludiu que pelo menos seu padrasto era seu pai verdadeiro, afinal o homem estava ali nos últimos momentos. Ultimogênita, é a caçula dos familiares pelo lado materno. Emana uma vitalidade invejável, e convicção de seus atos, até os errôneos. Apetecida, usufruiu de uma escolaridade formidável e amistosa. Seu padrasto com quem mantém tribulações consuetudinárias, é o seu estímulo de personalidade. Quando no seu quinto aniversário obteve a notícia do falecimento de sua genitora devido às complicações do câncer de mama, tornou-se uma jovem rancorosa. Nunca usufruiu de tempo o suficiente para receber o amor materno que lhe faltou durante uma vida inteira. Três anos se passaram e seu padrasto teve a audácia de ter outra filha; Arkins por um lado não tinha amor algum pela mais nova, mantinha-se distante daquela que não conseguia atraí-la de maneira alguma. Bom ou ruim? Ninguém sabia. Nem ela sabia se sua presença seria boa ali, sentindo inveja.

Não saber muito sobre seu verdadeiro lado paterno dificultou Octavia de sequer criar conexões fortes ou duradouras, pensando que um dia seus relacionamentos dariam iguais ao de sua mãe; o abandono. Então, ela se fechou com medo que um dia seja abandonada igual como a mãe. No entanto, a felicidade durou pouco naquele mês quando completou seus doze anos de idade, enquanto estava a caminho da fuga de casa junto de sua irmã, um acidente de carro aconteceu por conta de um ciclope e a culpa principal era nada mais que seu cheiro de semideusa que estava cada vez mais forte a cada dia. Ocasionando na morte de sua irmã, Octavia foi a única sobrevivente do acidente. Como sobreviveu? Um sátiro a salvou antes de ser atacada e morta pelo menos. Foi resgatada e mantida no Acampamento desde então, lá com ajuda de algumas pessoas aos poucos foi aprendendo seu poder e também se acostumando com essa vida de semideusa que foi um susto pra ela no início.

Trivia / HEADCANONS

— Por conta do acidente, Octavia perdeu quase toda a memória e portanto não se lembra da sua nacionalidade. O nome da sua cidade se perdeu na história e nem mesmo ela se esforça para lembrar. Na época que ela se afastou de casa, não existiam estradas nomeadas ou mapas precisos o suficiente para que ela pudesse sequer decorar em busca de retornar um dia. O máximo que se sabe sobre de onde veio, é que foi de algum lugar do atual leste. Quando precisa mesmo falar de onde vem, ela diz o nome do país que mora atualmente no mundo fora do acampamento, Alemanha.

— Não gosta de lugares altos, basicamente, odeia eles. Pois isso trouxe um ataque de pânico quando esteve em uma missão que precisava pular de um lugar alto, ela não quis e de repente começou a chorar de pânico antes mesmo de chegar no final. Desde então.

— Nunca esteve fora das barreiras do acampamento pois está acostumada a ficar dentro do acampamento quase sua vida inteira, não fora. Por isso, ela pode contar nos dedos quantas vezes que saiu; basicamente só duas para casos essenciais, fora missões que não são colocadas nessa pontuação.

— Não tem piercings ou tatuagens em seu corpo, sua pele é virgem até hoje por conta que nunca se sentiu interesse em fazer nenhuma dessas coisas. Mas acha interessante tentar fazer um piercing, mas nunca realmente chegou a fazer.

— Não tem boas relações com alguns filhos de Ares por conta que acidentalmente arranhou uma das proles nos olhos com sua foice em meio a uma luta. Mas ela não se importa até hoje pois isso tá no passado.

— Perdeu sua família toda de parte paterna (padrasto) e Maternal por conta do acidente e também por conta ataques de criaturas, mas infelizmente outros morreram por conta da velhice. Octavia não fala sobre isso, afinal não sabe por conta que raramente sai do acampamento ou recebe cartas.

— Octavia passou anos dominando a arte da costura. Era uma das coisas que praticava no tédio que logo se transformou em um hobbie que deveria saber e por isso, então com o tempo soube a saber costurar e bordar, ela pegou gosto pela coisa.

— Artesã é definitivamente um título bom para ela, afinal trabalho manual é algo que a menina domina. Octavia odeia que falem das roupas que usa e do seu estilo. Ela não suporta que deem pitaco nas coisas que faz ou já fez, afinal, se fez é porque tinha um motivo para fazê-lo e não tirou da sua cabeça do nada.

— Ela não suporta intrometidos e fofoqueiros que não sabem só cuidar das próprias vidas. Ela se irrita com mulheres que se submetem a relacionamentos que sabem que são ruins para si mesmas.

— Obviamente, homens causam raiva na menina, que despreza todos e se recusa a interagir com eles mais do que puramente o necessário. Mas convive e atua, pelo bem da sua saúde mental e do acampamento.

— basicamente odeia tudo e todos, independente de quem seja. O sentimento é mútuo e com certeza quando o caos surgir pode ter certeza que ela estará lá. Sendo a responsável obviamente.

Poder: Grito super-sônico. Octavia pode emitir gritos com níveis elevados de amplitude sonora, poderosos o bastante para ser úteis em diversas situações, sendo a maioria delas relacionada ao combate. Os gritos podem, por exemplo, impactar e até mesmo destruir vidros, dentre outras utilidades. No entanto, caso use muito sua garganta pode ficar inflamada e pode fazer que fique sem usar o uso por dias ou semanas.

Habilidades: Força sobre humana e Previsão.

Arma: Uma foice afiada que é maior que ela mas que pode ser carregada normalmente em forma de um colar em volta do seu pescoço, feita de bronze celestial. A foice pode ser ativada apenas quando tira o colar do seu pescoço, e pode voltar para a mão do portador caso fique longe por muito tempo.

Benção: Recebendo a benção de Hipnos após uma missão de alto risco que fez ela salvar um de seus filhos da morte, assim como agradecimento, Hipnos deu a benção de Sono Profundo. Que nada mais é que dá liberdade a Octavia de dormir tranquilamente sem pesadelos; poderes mentais não podem entrar dentro de sua mente ou atrapalhar. Assim, Octavia pode dormir tranquilamente em qualquer lugar e todos ao seu redor podem sentir uma energia boa emergindo dela como se fosse voltando pra casa depois de uma longa missão com almoço quente na mesa. Isso também pode se aplicar a todos os semideuses ao seu redor caso estejam dormindo e Octavia também. Essa benção só pode ser ativada à noite.

Cargos:

Equipe de patrulha

Aprendiz de Magia.

Co-lider Da equipe Azul de esgrima.

Permite que a central use seu personagem para desenvolver o plot? Permite que a central use seu personagem em plot drop, eventos, task ou atividades extras sem aviso prévio? Sim.

[byhees]

in rose-tinted dreams.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 400 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read kissing skinship petnames — more

a/n. i’m still so sleepy ㅠㅠ

heeseung

would be so comfortable to cuddle; you’d be laying your head on his shoulder, an arm of yours lazily wrapped around his torso. he’d softly hum the melodies of familiar songs, absentmindedly drawing circles and patterns on your bare arm; “goodnight, love”, he’d whisper, holding you close to his body.

jongseong

would notice your gradual sleepiness, pointing out how it’s the third time you’ve slurred on your words, yawning mid-sentence; wordlessly cards his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep; would try to turn the lamp on the nightstand off as carefully as possible, not wanting to rouse you from your slumber. “night, babe”, he’d mumble, wrapping his arms around your waist.

jaeyun

would have a pretty delayed reaction to your tiredness; mid-way through his little ramble, he would’ve felt the weight of your head against his shoulder, eyes blinking down to gaze at your serene expression; plants a firm kiss to your forehead, softly giggling when you lightly stir in your sleep, scrunching your nose a little as you shift in your spot; “you’re so cute”, he’d mumble under his breath, breaking into a small smile at the sight.

sunghoon

would be the best cuddle buddy ever; engulfs you in a soft hug, pressing little kisses on your neck, or chin, from time to time, breath lightly fanning against your skin; gently plays with your hair, caressing the soft strands; “getting sleepy, aren’t we?” he’d ask, biting back a little chuckle at the way you snooze against his chest.

seonwoo

would absentmindedly play with your fingers, his own lightly stroking against the back of your palm; would speak in such a soft, tranquil manner, voice barely above a whisper; “baby, you can barely keep your eyes open...”, he’d point out, giggling a little when you lightly shake your head in stubborn resistance, yawning ever so quietly.

jungwon

would melt the moment he catches sight of you all bundled up in his blankets— when you’re curled up under the covers, eyes peeking out from the edges of the fluffy duvet, he can’t quite hold back a small, adoration-laced laugh; “you’re adorable”, he’d mumble, tugging you closer to his chest, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

riki

would cling onto you like a koala, limbs sprawled out over your own, his head resting against your shoulder; absentmindedly plays with your hair, lightly twirling the strands around his finger; “this is like the fifth time you’ve yawned in two minutes”, he’d say, a low giggle falling from his lips; would sneak photos of you, finding the way you’ve dozed peacefully in his arms, bundled up in heaps of blankets, adorable.

taglist open! @halcyoni-ki @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @vnsux @minhosify @haechansbbg @yeomha @stepout-09-15 @chansburgah @sona-verse01 @lilly-bubblelops @smouches @mrchweeee @luvistqrzzz @nwjws @ibsysbsfsunsbs @rikisly @amyysfics @mixtape-racha @berry-and-kkami @rikislady @gweoriz @czlluvriki networks! @kflixnet @enhanet @k-labels

[selfship-dreamland]

I have 5 questions today!🪷💕

What are your Mr. Men Show Shippings?

What are some of your headcanons with Little Miss Snooze?

Which is your favourite Mr. Men Show character?

Which Mr. Men Show characters do you find the most frustrating or you despise?

How did you design Little Miss Snooze?

I only got two in the show being 💤Sleep Tickles🧡 (my selfship with Mr Tickle) and 💤Couple of Dozed Scatterbrains💖 (selfship with Mr Scatterbrain)

A headcanon for my Little Miss sona is that since she owns hundreds of plushies, she works at a plush shop where Snooze creates any kind, even her own friends.

MAN I GOT MANY FAVS! I had to choose Mr Quiet. He's so adorable, lil baby boi deserves a break at peace while dealing with everyone all because EVERYONE CANNOT HEAR A THING HE SAYS!

Obviously, Mr Rude you know why. I also cannot stand Miss Whoops of how much she screws everything up.

Miss Snooze's design is mixed between two of my special interests being sleeping and plushies.

[picketsartblog]

Inktober Day 1: Dream

Prompt for the First Day of Inktober was "Dream", so I chose to draw my 'Sona dozing off

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