#even if its just for the lolz here; this is not the show but a fandom blog

[rwby-confess]

Look I'm gonna be quick.

This Fndm is cringe and 100% of the takes here are just genuine dog shit, the worst being the "confessions" that only exists to start beef, take any confession that's about ironwood, or even that loser who thought it be funny to call themself the antichrist or something, as that weirdo who jokes about minors smoking weed (which is illegal and ain't funny, as well as making it really obvious they should be in jail).

All of you need to touch grass, you aren't a Fndm you're a bunch of self righteous incompetent morons.

Now go back to the mental hospital you came from, it'll do the normal people a favor.

Sorry I'm European who gave up on alcohol when I turned 20, why is fictional minors smoking the funny plant so controversial ?

Like I'm sorry you feel that way, you could try blocking this blog? Alternatively blocking tags that you do not like?

It's pretty clear you're talking about Glitch, who mostly doesn't send things anonymously so anything send by him would he relatively easy to block (just by filtering #infoglitch as something you do not wish to see)?

[erwinsvow]

imagine being in kie’s place when shy!reader and rafe got kidnapped by mr signh (ive given up his name keeps autocorrecting) and seeing him in his tux and buzz for the first time and instead of the two being scared they js fuck LOLZ😝

oh my god yes yes yes. this is my fave concept i can't believe i haven't expanded on it yet. sorry it took me a year to reply.

you have to keep reminding yourself to take deep breaths. deep in a foreign land, separated from all of your friends and trapped in a mansion with only locked doors and guards at every corner, this is probably the most anxious you've ever been.

and that is truly saying something.

you wanted to try and plead with the guards again, to explain yourself and your innocence, but you couldn't find the words. why should they believe you? what would you even say? you were never the one coming up with the crazy escape routes or talking your way out of problems. and it seemed that teary doe eyes didn't work quite as well on paid guards as it did on your best friends back home.

so you resigned yourself to start believing a singular truth—the only way out, is through. you stopped pounding fists and yelling for help, rather complying wordlessly, like when the pretty dress made its way onto your bed. you even ate the fruit in the room, deciding that you couldn't think of an escape if you starved to death first.

you don't know why the man who took you wants you clean and dressed up, but you do that too, and it's not until the door opens and you poke your head out from behind the wall, expecting the worst, do you realize just how out of the loop you really are.

you could cry.

"rafe?" you stare up at the familiar boy with watery eyes, confusion and hurt painted all over your pretty face. for a moment you believe that he might be responsible for all of this, even you couldn't have dreamed that he'd be this cruel, when-

"what the hell are you doin' here, kid?" he looks around the room quickly, like he's worried someone is going to come out from behind the walls. in one motion, he guides you to the furthest corner from the door, gripping your wrist tight while he has you sit on the edge of the bed.

"a-are you with them? t-the people outside?"

"what? no, no-they took me too. how do they have you? don't tell me those fuckin' idiots let them take you-"

"it's not their fault-"

"don't make excuses." it comes out so sternly, you shut up immediately. "i'll get us out of here. i just need to figure out-"

"b-but it's not so bad, right? at least we have each other." your words come out softly, partially because you're afraid someone will hear you and partially because you can't believe what you're saying.

your relationship with rafe is tumultuous at best. he's never had a real issue with you, and he's seen you at tannyhill with sarah several times before, but it's always been clear that he hates your friends, even if he was ambivalent—or less than—to you. you could never really tell and you didn't spend much time trying to figure it out, until now.

rafe looks back you, his eyes still showing the panic that was in yours, but mixed with something else, something you couldn't make out.

"yeah, kid. we have each other." rafe takes another deep breath, running his hands over his head, barely brushing through his buzzcut. "i'll get us out of here."

time in the room with rafe passes by slowly. you didn't know what time it was before, but rafe's watch shows that it's only noon. you can't even hear the guards footsteps anymore, the silence making your eyes droopy while you wait for something, anything to happen.

you stay perched on the bed while rafe paces, curled up into yourself and resting against the bed frame. your dress reveals most of your legs, all the way to the tops of your thighs when you sit like this, but you can't bring yourself to care right now.

you stare at rafe while he treads the tiny space, wondering when he cut his hair and if he'll ever grow it back. you liked his longer hair, you think briefly, before dismissing the thought entirely. you have no business liking anything of rafe cameron's.

but then again, he's the one here with you, trying to figure out how to get you back to safety, and your friends are the ones who got you here in the first place. you try not to think of it like that, but rafe's words from earlier seep back into your mind. he's here, you're here, and everyone else is fine. so who was going to watch after you?

"rafe?" you ask quietly, and once he stops pacing and turns to lock eyes with you, your whole face feels hot. his eyes run up the course of your exposed skin before finally making eye contact, and even in this state you can tell what thoughts just ran through his mind.

"yeah, kid?"

"do you wanna sit down? you've been walking for a while."

"i need to think, baby, otherwise i'd sit down." he resumes his pace and your entire face is on fire. the nickname is enough to make your brain short-circuit for a minute. suddenly you think that you like the buzzcut, and you like the nicknames he gives you, and you like that he keeps saying he'll get you out of there. you believe that he will, no, you know that he will.

but you're not so sure you want to leave anymore. with a surge of confidence appearing from thin air, you move towards the end of the bed, sitting with your legs hanging over the frame and facing rafe, looking up at him.

"can i help you think, rafe?"

he stops walking, staring down at you while you stare up.

"do you know what you're saying right now, kid?"

"wouldn't you think better if we calmed down first?" the words come out in one shaky breath. maybe you don't know what you're asking for, but you're certain it's what you want right now. you don't break eye contact—a first for you.

"lay back for me."

you comply immediately. it's not until a knock several hours later, with a strange man walking in on you and rafe wrapped up in his sheets, that you remember the severity of the situation you're in.

oh well.

[kyawritesstuff]

do you think you could do like a sappy spencer x reader for smosh? just like a lazy kind of day in his apartment with the cat or really whatever you like run free with your imagination

here's a fun little drabble! a gender for the reader wasn't specified so i tried to make this as neutral as possible! also idk if spencer has a cat/name of the cat so i just made one up! if there's a real one lmk in the comments and i'll edit it lolz

CAT NAP

Spencer Agnew x GN!Reader

summary: After a long filming week at Smosh HQ, Spencer and Y/N finally get some time to unwind in the perfectly curated nap spot that Y/N has been building.

warnings: vague mention of sex

word count: 664

You have an awesome job. I mean, who wouldn't wanna play games and do improv with their friends all the time? Still, it was tiring. Long shoot days, yelling all the time when games got heated, running around for various challenge pit videos, giving every bit of energy to a character on Bit City... it could be exhausting.

However, when the weekend came, you knew exactly how you were going to spend it.

When you and Spencer moved in together, his decor was less offensive than you'd anticipated. He had some art around, plants, and even nice curtains. There was just one issue: the bed. Now, it served its purpose just fine. It didn't hurt your back, and it was big enough for the both of you to sleep (and perhaps do some other things) in it. If it were anyone else, there really wouldn't be any complaints. But not you. No, you needed any place you slept to be obscenely covered in blankets and pillows in all different shapes and sizes so that you could get just perfectly comfy.

And so, for the last few weeks since you moved in you have been collecting the perfect bedding. Soft blankets, big pillows to out around the edges so you don't have to touch a cold wall, firm pillows, soft pillows, and everything in between. Finally, you've arranged everything perfectly and decide a nap and cuddle session is in order.

"Spence?" you call out. No answer. He must be in his office, the only place in the apartment he couldn't hear you from. So you stroll on down to the office. you open the door and expect to see a game on his computer, or maybe he's making the week's grocery list-

"Are you seriously editing right now?"

He turns away from his screen, where he'd been editing the most recent Moose Master, with a guilty look in his eyes. "Uhh..."

"Spencer, we agreed: no working on the weekends unless it's an emergency. Plus, you're not even an editor anymore."

"Well, but, this new guy, he's still learning the ropes and I thought-"

"If it's seriously an issue, you'll get a Slack message about it."

Spencer grumbles, knowing you have him beat.

"Come on, Spence," you say with a pout. "Come snuggle with me."

He smiles and relents. "Fine, fine."

The two of you walk to your shared bedroom. When you open the door, you turn off the overhead light and run around turning on your various lamps and string lights, eliciting a chuckle from your boyfriend. Finally, you present your hard work, all the pillows and blankets perfectly arranged, as if it were a game show prize.

"Y/N... how are we gonna fit in there?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're gonna drown in blankets, babe."

"We are not," you protest. Suddenly, his cat, Cleo, trots into the room and jumps onto the bed, quickly getting comfy and stretching out where afternoon beams of sun, coming in from the window, hit her. "See? Cleo approves."

Spencer rolls his eyes and finally gets into bed. He waits for you to join him, knowing you're going to arrange the blankets to be just right, and takes you into his arms. Cleo moves to be cuddled up on his chest as well, even if it means abandoning the warm sun. The two of you lay there, content to simply be breathing together. He runs his hands through your hair and places kisses on the crown of your head. You trace along the lines of his tattoos with your finger, nuzzling into his neck.

"I needed this," he sighs. As much as he loves what he does at Smosh, he can get overly invested and hyper-focused on a project, working on it tirelessly even when he's on schedule to hit the deadline, like today. He can easily forget that sometimes what you truly need is a big nest of blankets, some cuddles, and a cat nap.

"Told you."

[himasgod]

hi again hehe ^^

Can you do some twst characters with a Yuu that (non sexually) age regresses? like not to a baby type age, more of an older toddler to 1st grader age (whatever that is...) because that was normally the mental state i was in when i used to regress, for characters i would specifically like Kalim, ruggie, ortho, grim and maybe a teacher!!! any other characters if you have ideas for them are welcome!! dont pressure urself to do more tho lolz :))

when i used to regress it was due to me being in bad moods or just feeling comfortable around a person enough to be able to let go for a bit, so for a scenario it could be just hanging out with the person if its more of a story type thing, if its more headcanons (which i dont mind!) you can come up with the scenario!! id love to see what you come up with :D

please dont feel pressured to write this request, its totally ok if you dont! thanks for the fics <33 ☀️

KALIM, RUGGIE, ORTHO, GRIM AND TREIN WITH YUU

Where Yuu age regresses

Before starting the headcanons, I wanted to briefly clarify what regression is, since it was something I didn't know about and it was important for me to clarify it <3

Yuu is experiencing regression, their mind temporarily shifts into a much younger state, around toddler to early grade school age. This can happen when they're overwhelmed, anxious, or in a bad mood, as a way to cope and self-soothe, or when they feel very safe and cared for, letting themselves relax and “be little.” It’s not pretend or fake. it’s a real shift in mental state where Yuu feels emotionally like a small child, even if they still know deep down they’re older. It’s not harmful, wrong, or weird. It's just a coping mechanism that helps Yuu feel safe and regulated, especially with people they trust.

Kalim’s the person who wouldn’t just accept your regression, he’d embrace it.

When it first happens, he’s a little confused at first ("Wait, Yuu, are you okay? You’re talking kinda different..."), but when he realizes you’re not distressed, just in a more vulnerable, little mindset, he relaxes completely.

“Do you want me to talk softer? Want me to get you a snack or something fun to do?”

He's instantly instantly pulling out coloring books, building pillow forts, and offering you sparkly fruit juice.

He might hum songs from his childhood, or let you wear one of his scarves as a “magic cape.”

Very physically affectionate in a way that’s comforting, like patting your head, gently rubbing your back, or holding your hand while walking you around Scarabia.

“You can just be however you feel today, okay? I’ll take care of the hard stuff for now!”

Ruggie picks up on changes in mood instantly, he grew up looking after younger kids in the slums.

The moment you start slipping into a more childlike state, he switches gears, his voice softens, his pace slows down.

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it. Just rolls with it like it’s completely normal.

“Aw, you’re havin’ one of those days, huh? That’s alright. I gotcha.”

He might distract you with snacks or games ("Wanna help me count how many donut are in the bag? You gotta be real careful though!")

He’ll handle adult stuff, but still treat you like a capable little helper.

If anyone tries to mock you for regressing, they’re getting ruggied, passive-aggressively chewed out and possibly pickpocketed hehe.

“You’re safe with me, short stuff. I’ve wrangled entire packs of toddlers—this? Easy.”

Ortho scans and registers your emotional state realizing you're regressing as a self-soothing mechanism.

“Yuu, your speech patterns and posture suggest a regression to childhood comfort behaviors. That’s okay! I’m here to help!”

His voice softens, hair lights with a gentler hue, and he starts suggesting activities like puzzles, music, or games.

He customizes content for you, kid-friendly shows on a holographic screen, bedtime stories, or digital coloring apps with sparkly.

Also has a built-in comfort mode, calming background sounds, auto-hug function (if you want), and biometric readings to help you stay regulated.

Will firmly protect your boundaries,even from Idia ("You’re not allowed to tease Yuu right now. They’re in a delicate state. Kindly go sulk elsewhere.")

“I’ll stay right here, okay? You don’t have to be grown-up around me. I’ll take care of everything until you’re ready.”

Grim acts like he’s annoyed… but he becomes your fiercest guardian when you regress.

“Ugh, what’s wrong with you today—wait, are you cryin’? Hey! No crying! Come here, I’m the Great Grim! I gotcha.”

Pulls you into a cuddle complaining the whole time.

Will distract you by telling about how awesome he is, showing you shiny things he found, or dragging you around campus like your buddy.

Gets very serious if you’re upset while regressed. He’ll curl in your lap while he guards you from the world <3

If someone tries to laugh at you for how you're acting, he’ll unleash the full fury in a fireball of a cat with main character syndrome.

“Nobody messes with my human, got it? They need a nap and snacks, not your attitude!"

You expected judgment. Instead, you got the gentlest father figure imaginable.

He notices the shift in behavior, speech, and emotional tone. You think you’ll be told off, but he closes his book slowly and says:

“Ah. You need to rest your adult mind for a while. That is perfectly reasonable.”

He allows you to sit in his office with Lucius curled in your lap. He may offer picture books or even read to you in a calm voice.

“Lucius is very fond of quiet, wellbehaved children. I believe you qualify.”

Gives you little tasks to “help”—sorting pens by color, stacking papers, or feeding Lucius a treat.

You feel intensely validated and seen. His approach feels like a grandfather or wise old tree: grounding, kind, patient.

“There is no shame in needing comfort, child. Even the oldest of us have days we wish to return to simpler times.”

[rosecoloredsunshine]

in my arms through the long cold night, sleep tight — tate langdon

masterlist | request link

PAIRINGS: tate landgdon x female!reader

SUMMARY: in your arms, tate finds more solace than any therapy session that could offer, and for a short moment, he feels real and loved.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, brief talks of shooting and murder, angst, comfort, and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i enjoyed writing this one! thank you so much anon for requesting a tate fic, and i went through a lot of picking song choice process bc i have a lot of songs that matches this fic, lolz. i hope i did your request justice, and you guys will enjoy this one! :)

The murder house had been quiet lately—eerily quiet, even for a place where the walls whispered secrets and the shadows never stayed still. Your family had decided to move here two months ago, your father eager for a “fresh start” in Los Angeles. As a therapist, he believed in energy and change, the power of shifting surroundings to heal a damaged mind. The difference is that he did not know that the house had a pulse, but you did.

It didn't take long for you to notice that something was off. Rooms are colder than they should be, footsteps can be heard when no one is home, and antique mirrors fogging up with handprints that don't belong to you. But nothing startled you more than the boy who kept showing up for therapy sessions with your dad.

Tate Langdon.

He was beautiful in that broken kind of way—sunken eyes, pale skin, blonde hair that looked like it hadn't been touched by sunlight in years. He always wore the same clothes; a black and white striped sweater, faded jeans, and converse. There was something timeless about him, something untouchable, and whenever you pass by your father’s office, you always caught glimpses of him sitting cross-legged on the couch, staring into nothing. You couldn't help but feel something tighten in your chest.

You found out what Tate did only a week after meeting him. You had stayed up until three in the morning, laptop burning your thighs as you read article after article, piecing together the horror of what had happened in 1994. School shooting, body count, and Tate Langdon.

You cried. Not for the victims—well you had, of course, but this was different. You cried for him.

Because now, you saw him in a different light. Not as a monster, but as a boy who had unraveled so completely that the world had swallowed him whole. A boy who had lost himself long before anyone could try to save him. But instead of staying away like any sane person would, you invited him in. Again and again, and he came.

It was an ordinary Sunday. Your parents had decided to go out for brunch, some kind of couples reconnection thing that they were trying lately. The house was quiet aside from the creaking of its bones. You were in your room, sprawled on your bed with an old book in your lap, when your door clicked open. You didn't even flinch, you already knew who it was.

“Hey,” you said softly.

Tate stood in the doorway, hands shoved deep into the pocket of his faded jeans. His face was set in that tired, haunted look you had come to know and recognize—eyes dull, mouth a tight line. The air always felt heavier when he was like this.

“Can I…” he didn't finish his sentence, and just stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Do you mind?”

You shook your head. “Never.”

He kicked off his converse clumsily and climbed into bed beside you without saying another word. He didn't have to, you could feel it—his sadness, sharp and jagged like broken glass under skin. He lay on his side, back facing yours, and pulling the blanket over his shoulders.

“I fought with her again,” he said finally, voice muffled. “My mom. She told me that I ruin everything I touch, or that I'm something that she regrets giving birth to.”

You scooted closer, slowly and carefully. “She’s wrong.”

Tate laughed bitterly. “Yeah, well, shems not the only one who thinks so.”

You didn't respond. Words can feel very pointless at times, it’s like just putting a bandaid on a bullet wound. Instead, you slipped beneath the covers and reached for him, wrapping your arms around his body from behind. Tate’s back tensed under your touch, just for a second, then he softened against yours. You rested your forehead between his shoulder blades, breathing in the faint scent of old smoke and something earthy, like dust and autumn leaves. He wasn't warm, not like a living person would be, but he wasn't cold either. Just there.

“You don’t scare me,” you whispered.

“I should,” he murmured softly.

“You don’t.”

Tate was silent for a long moment, the weight of your embrace grounding him in ways he could not explain. The therapy sessions he had with your father felt like digging at old wounds with scalpel, dissecting pain he no longer had words for. But this—your arms around him, chest pressed to his back, breath slow and steady against his neck, it all soothed something he didn't know could be soothed.

“I hate her,” he said finally. “Is that fucked up? Hating your own mom?”

“No,” you said. “Not when she makes you feel like this.”

He turned slightly so you could see his face, eyes glassy but not crying. “She didn't even try. After what happened, I think she just decided I was already dead. Maybe she was right.”

“No,” you said firmly. “You’re still here.”

Tate reached for your hand, the one that is wrapped around his waist, and laced his fingers through yours.

“I think this is the only time I feel real anymore,” he confessed. “When I’m with you. When you hold me like this.”

You pressed your lips to his temple. “You are real, Tate. To me, you are.”

The room was quiet again, but it wasn't empty. You could feel the weight of your words lingering in the air, wrapped around you both like a blanket. You knew what he had done, the horrors he had unleashed, but you also knew the boy in your arms—the one who flinched at harsh words and craved gentle hands. The one who just wanted to be loved, even if he didn't think he deserved it.

Tate shifted closer, burying his face into your neck, voice was barely audible. “I don’t deserve you.”

You held him tighter. “Maybe not, but I’m not going anywhere.”

For once, Tate did not argue. He just let himself be held by you. In a house that is filled with nothing but screams and sorrow, this—you, was the only place that felt like peace.

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[janitorhutcherson]

Bf!Futturman Headcanons (Future Man)

there is NOT enough future man content! allow @dollfacedalls and i to fix that :p these r some headcanons we came up with real quick. if there are typos, sorry guys lolz. its 3am and i just typed this up bc i felt like we needed some josh futturman content. enjoy the sweaty loser boyfriend vibes!

Bf!Futturman who tries to be flirty and sexy but is unsuccessful. You've been out all day, and you've just gotten home. The moment you walk through the door, Josh is in front of you in a pair of dinosaur boxers with a huge, cheesy smile. You know why, and you know what he's wanting. You can't help but grin like an idiot as you put your bags down, walking towards him to place your hands on his hips. Before you can do so, Josh attempts to lean against the coffee table in a sexy fashion. Of course, as expected, he loses his balance, his feet falling out from under you. He lets out a yelp as his elbow hits the coffee table, your eyes wide as you run to assist him. "Baby," you gasp as you kneel. "Are you okay?" you mumble as he repositions himself, now leaning on his hurt elbow on his side, the toothy grin back on his face. "Yeah.. fine now that you're here, sexy," he says, wiggling his eyebrows as you roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder.

Bf!Futturman who is so clingy that he misses you so much, making him even want to be you. You two live together, Josh finally having moved out of his childhood home to get an apartment with you. You were at work, and Josh was upset. He felt like his other half was missing. It wasn't fair that he was off and you weren't. So.. naturally, he did what any man who was missing his partner would do -- he tried on your clothes, sprayed himself in your perfume, listened to your favorite songs, and watched your favorite TV show. When you walked into your apartment to him sitting on the couch in your dress, the apparent scent of your cherry-scented perfume in the air, Dance Moms on the TV, you gasped. The moment his eyes locked with yours, Josh froze, his eyes wide, not really sure what to say. Your eyes darted to the empty bottle on the table; your lonely boyfriend had drained your expensive perfume. Josh's eyes followed yours to the bottle as he shot up, walking over to you with raised eyebrows. "I swear, baby, I- I'll buy you a new bottle," he awkwardly muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. 

Bf!Futturman who wants an ugly cat with you. No, not just a cat, but an ugly one. He wanted to find the most hideous, rattiest, mangy-looking cat the two of you could find. At first, you were somewhat frustrated with how adamant he was about the situation. You would've been much happier with a fluffy kitten with pretty blue eyes and soft fur. But no, you loved your boyfriend so much you'd given in. Josh convinced you he wanted one because 'nobody wants the ugly ones.' He claimed it was an action from the goodness of his heart, an action to save a poor kitty. He never would've said it out loud, but the reality was he didn't think the name Barthalomeow fit a pretty kitten. You ended up with a fluffy cat with huge brown eyes bulging from its skull. Its bottom teeth hung out of its mouth, and its brown fur stuck up in every which way... Yeah... it was hideous for sure, but Bathalomeow loved you and his kitty dad so that you couldn't be too mad.

Bf!Futturman gets so sucked into his game that he doesn't notice anything around him. When you weren't around, and he wasn't working, Josh did NOTHING but play Biotic Wars. He'd be so sucked into the game for hours, going to disgusting extremes to avoid having to press pause. When you were home, though, he'd only dedicate an hour or two a day to the game. This usually didn't bother you, but one particular day, you were feeling incredibly desperate for his attention, his eyes locked onto his TV screen as his fingers moved stealthily across his keyboard. You felt like you'd attempted everything. At first, you just tried his name. No luck. Then, you tried tapping his shoulder. Barely flinched. Your next action was more severe, seeing if your words would stir anything in him. "Baby," you called out, your annoyance apparent. "Hm?" he hummed with a half-assed response. "I'm going to my other man's house in a few. Is that cool?" you said from behind him, sprawled out on the bed with your eyebrows raised, your eyes throwing daggers toward the back of his head. "Yeah, whatever, babe, I'll see you later," he mumbled quickly as a loud groan left your lips. "Jesus christ," you mumbled. "Gonna jump off of a bridge, Joshy," you sang out jokingly, to which Josh responded, "Okay, baby." It felt hopeless, that was, until you had an idea. You threw your shirt off, your bare chest exposed as you pranced over to him, standing in front of him. Josh glanced over at you for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he reached his hand up to grasp your boob before looking back to his screen. "Mm, give me another hour," he hummed, his attention once again back on Future Man. Nope, didn't work. You'd revisit in an hour when you were his girlfriend again, and it wasn't his controller getting all of the hand action.

Bf!Futturman that attempts to cook for you. Josh could not cook. This was a given considering in order to cook, you had to have good coordination and be able to somewhat follow directions. Unless in video game form, it was difficult for Josh to do both. You didn't mind, enjoying making dinner and snacks for the two of you. It wasn't until one night Josh wanted to surprise you. He'd watched a YouTube video online on how to make a baked chicken with broccoli, mashed potatoes, along with a few other things. He didn't think twice about the difficulty, already feeling like a chef as he turned off his phone. He was soon proven very wrong, as about an hour later, you walked into the door to the smell of burning meat and smoke filling your kitchen. Josh stood in the center of it all, surrounded by far too many pans for him to be making such a simple dish, many of them filled with what looked like pure charcoal. He looked at you with sad eyes, a pout on his lips. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to make a mess. I really just wanted to do something nice for you like you do for me," he said softly as he walked over to you. You embraced him into your arms, pressing a kiss to his head. "Hey, 's okay baby, we can just order takeout," you giggled, deciding to turn the oven off and leave the mess for another time. 

Bf!Futturman who has no filter and lacks an understanding of time and place. The two of you were inside an art museum. You pulled out your phone to snap a cute selfie. The moment he saw the camera, he pulled you close, stiffening his entire body as he stared into the camera with a blank expression. You snapped the picture, reviewing it afterward as your smile dropped. "Seriously, Josh?" you asked as you raised your eyebrows, showing him the photo where he looked both uninterested and terrified all at once. He snickered with amusement, his nose scrunching up. "God, people are going to think I kidnapped you," you muttered under your breath. He nudged you with his shoulder, raising his eyebrows up and down. "That's because you did!" he exclaimed as he pretended to yank out of your grip. People began to stare, and Josh just snickered as you smacked his shoulder. "Shut up, Futturman!" you gritted through your teeth, rolling your eyes. God, you loved him, but oh, how he pissed you off sometimes.

[fluffleetoast]

Deltarune Tickle Headcanons

helloo!! i've been obsessed with deltarune lately and have been craving for tickle content of it lolz so here's some cute and fluffy headcanons i came up with! i hope you enjoy 🥰

⚠️ Contains Minor Deltarune Chapter 3 Spoilers!! (mentions new characters)⚠️

Kris

Asriel and Kris used to have tickle fights all the time. it was fun and also the easiest way to settle things. who gets to be player one? who gets the last slice of pie? Kris cheated at a game? boom. tickle fight. 

Asriel would usually win since he was older and stronger, but sometimes Kris would get the upper hand

Toriel thought it was adorable and also made sure none of them went too far. there’s definitely a few pictures in the family photo book of the kids' tickle fights

sometimes Toriel and Asgore would join in to “help,” tickling the kids or holding one of them so the other kid could attack

kisses and nuzzles from the Dreemurrs always have tickled Kris due to the fur against their skin. especially was worse from Asgore because of his beard

sometimes Toriel nuzzles or kisses Kris’ cheek when they’re more quiet to cheer them up and make them smile

hates when Berdly touches them because his feathers tickle. they always scrunch up and push his wing away

sometimes Dess and Noelle would join in or start tickle fights with Asriel and Kris when they hung out. their teams varied, sometimes it was older siblings vs younger, Holidays vs Dreemurrs, or free for all

as they got older and the families drifted apart, tickling of course became less common

Kris and Noelle have a secret fondness for tickling now as it’s nostalgic and brings back happy memories

Noelle still knows all of Kris’ tickle spots. they pray that she doesn’t tell Susie.

they have ticklish palms

imagine Susie tracing over their hand with her claws and Kris just desperately trying to not laugh and show that it tickles

their neck and underarms are also especially very ticklish 

they’re a kicker but tries their hardest to not hurt anyone (too much at least)

tries to hold in their laughter for as long as possible

Kris loves to sneak up on Noelle and tickle her, which sometimes leads to Noelle getting them back. (which is totally not one of the reasons why Kris does it in the first place….. shhh)

when they were little, Kris would surprise tickle attack Noelle and then run away and hide which turned into a game of tickle hide and go seek

from all their childhood experiences, Kris is an excellent and sneaky tickler now 

they won’t say anything. they’ll just look at you then jump at you

they have fast and precise fingers from playing piano. if Kris targets you you’re done for.

they can’t help but smile a little bit with their victim

it's nice hearing their friends laugh. it's worth the playful arm punch from Susie and the revenge both her and Noelle give

Susie

Susie is not very good at tickling as she doesn’t have much experience so it’s mostly just her randomly grabbing and scribbling but its still effective and chaotic

she used to scratch a bit too hard on accident with her claws but overtime she has learned to be gentler 

if Susie hears that you’re ticklish she is going to tickle you that’s final there’s no way out of it. she loves messing around with her friends

she likes to get silly sometimes and pretend that she’s Susiezilla

she will deny being ticklish even though it’s very obvious that she is. her tail wags as she denies it

at the end she’ll finally admit it like “fine. maybe i am ticklish. just a little bit”

she’s not very used to being tickled and usually prefers to be the ler rather than the lee. she underestimates how ticklish she is and it freaks her out

if she wants you to stop she can easily overpower you and make you stop. Kris knows this and noticed how sometimes Susie doesn’t make much of an attempt to stop them when they tickle her. they still debate if they should ever point this out to her or not

she definitely snorts when she laughs hard. Noelle thinks its the cutest sound in the world. Kris doesn’t even need to say anything when it happens, just their smirk is enough to make Susie tell them off

Lancer and her have tickle fights sometimes. if Lancer wins Susie says that she “let him win” (she did not). she also gives him piggy back rides

She always gets revenge, she doesn’t like taking losses and being seen as weak

Ralsei

he has the cutest reactions when he’s tickled and it just makes whoever’s tickling him too flustered to continue

he has the cutest giggles and gets all blushy

sometimes he bahs like a goat if he laughs too hard

Ralsei’s not used to being the center of attention so he’s not used to being tickled at all

Ralsei never realizes the impact of what he’s saying until it’s too late. he’ll say like “Hey! That tickles!” or “Hehe wait, I'm ticklish!” and not notice Susie’s grin until she attacks

he gets flustered but also honored in a way that someone’s giving him affection

he tries to hide himself in his scarf 

he has ticklish ears 

he’s happy that his friends get happy by wanting to make him happy, which in return, makes him happier (lol)

as Ralsei gets more comfortable around Kris and Susie and braver he tries showing affection back to them 

he tried tickling Susie one time when they were messing around. bad idea. 

led to him getting wrecked 

if he finds out someone’s ticklish and is embarrassed about it he always tries to comfort them about how “it’s normal!” and that “everyone’s ticklish!” but it usually just makes them more flustered

he’s always unintentionally flustering people, he’s very sweet and teasy as he tickles others which just makes them more embarrassed 

he sometimes uses tickling in ACTs

imagine his healing spell tickled and him using it on purpose instead of using a healing item 

Noelle

she was tickled by Kris a lot when they were kids, Kris would hide somewhere then pop out at her 

she would get them back though. she tickled them a lot as payback for their pranks on her 

sometimes when they were kids Kris would tickle her to cheat as they played video games together which led to tickle fights between them 

she was also tickled a lot in her childhood by her dad and Dess

when Kris tickles her now she gets very nostalgic

she freezes when tickled. she doesn’t try to get away or fight back too much. (she’s a deer in the headlights)

very melodic sweet laugh

covers her mouth and hides her face

sometimes her clothes have jingle bells on them so you just hear little jingle bells ringing as she's laughing

her little deer tail wags also

her ears are ticklish

Noelle found out Susie is ticklish and thinks its the cutest thing in the world but is absolutely terrified to attempt it

she went to Kris the next day and tries to nonchalantly pry for more info

daydreams about having tickle fights with Susie and gets herself flustered

wishes badly that Susie would tickle her

if Susie actually did tickle her she would get so so flustered, she would literally turn bright red to the point where Susie would ask if she’s okay

Noelle’s nose also glows when she’s embarrassed or laughs too hard

Susie pointed it out and Noelle was even more embarrassed

Noelle would tickle Susie but she’s absolutely terrified to. Susie is intimidating and she’s scared of making things awkward

she tried once, Susie gave her a scary look and asked what she was doing and Noelle froze in fear. then Noelle got tickled to pieces instantly

Noelle goes back and forth between deciding if she should try to tickle Susie more or not so Susie tickles her back

Noelle’s main targets are Kris and Berdly usually

sometimes if Berdly is being annoying and she's bored and feeling playful she'll tickle him because it's fun and gets him to stop talking

she used to try and tickle Dess when she was little but it didn't work out well because not only is Dess stronger and older than Noelle, but Dess is also a kicker. and the Holidays have hooves.

Noelle got a black eye.

tickling was off limits in the Holiday household for a bit after that

Spamton

flails his little limbs around

glitchy cackles

if he laughs for too long his laugh turns static-y (it hurts your ears)

tries to make a deal with you to get you to stop 

will bite your finger

his little cheeks get rosier 

"HEY !! PAWS OFF [The Merchandise]! NO [Tickets on Sale Now] ME!"

if you had a computer mouse and could click on him it would tickle

he’s not used to affection of any kind so he doesn’t hate being tickled (he kinda likes it) but he won't admit that

he would just have to warm up to it

Spamton NEO ticklish wings truther!!!

as NEO it’s very easy for him to just scoop someone up and tickle them to pieces 

as his regular form he will just climb up your leg like a demon and tickle you as he goes

"WHAT !? CAN’T [Take the Heat]? THEN STAY OUT OF THE [Kitchen]!"

I really wish I had more headcanons for him 😭 i love spamton but he’s hard to write for

Tenna

doesn’t have much personal experience with tickling but thinks it’s adorable and loved watching the Dreemurr family tickle fights 

always wished he could join in and feel like part of the family 

sometimes he sneaks up behind or stands next to his coworkers and tickles them for a second then puts his hands behind his back and acts like he didn’t do anything

always pokes them to get their attention, purposefully pokes the Shadowguys and Zappers in the sides to make them jump

sometimes he sees Lanino and Elnina have cute little tickle fights and gets jealous and nostalgic

he thinks it’s very endearing that Kris is still ticklish. he likes seeing them smile and be happy. he knows they need it

will purposefully give non subtle hints that Kris is ticklish so Susie and Ralsei will tickle them

he knows all of Kris’ tickle spots still

Tenna’s antennas are ticklish

his sides are very ticklish too

his screen gets hot when he's embarrassed so don't tickle him too much or he’ll overheat!

he might shock you a little on accident too (he’s really sorry about it)

his laugh is electronic sounding

tries to play it cool and professional like “Wow, folks! I didn’t know our show was going to be so INTERACTIVE! Guess I’m the one providing the laughtrack tonight!” but inside he’s flustered and also happy and nostalgic all at the same time

he likes being tickled because it reminds him of the Dreemurrs and makes him feel like he’s part of the family

if you had a tv remote and pointed it at him and clicked the buttons it tickles. like pushing fast forward or the arrow buttons

That's all!! hope you like these! <33

[julymusings]

ain't nobody like my desi girl !

or; Jason Todd celebrating Diwali with his Indian girlfriend 🎆☄️✨

jason todd x fem!indian!reader, mildly suggestive at the end; I totally would’ve posted this last week when it was actually Diwali but I just made this blog yesterday #lolz that being said since I’m new here does anyone wanna be friends batboys x south asian!reader masterlist

When you invite him to your family’s house for Diwali, Jason shows up early to help with setting up decorations and preparing food. He’s especially eager to help with the food so he can learn to make your favorite dishes. He brings flowers for your parents and calls them ‘aunty’ and ‘uncle.’ He even does charanashpara (touches their feet). You hadn’t even told him to do that, but he did his own research because he just wants to make a good impression.

You wanted to get him a black kurta (because obviously) but he asked for a red one because he wanted to match with you. It fits him soooo nicely. The way it stretches across his broad chest and strains against his biceps when he crosses his arms…lord have mercy. That and the thin chain that hangs around his neck…you want to eat him alive.

He’s totally starstruck when he sees you in your traditional wear; the sequined red sari that exposes your collarbones, hugs you in all the right places, the low, low back of its blouse, and the gold jewelry adorning you—he can’t take his eyes off you all night. He’s physically pained by how beautiful you look and the fact that he can’t have his hands all over you because your family is right there. But rest assured his hand is warm and unmoving against your back, thumb dragging back and forth over the exposed skin allll night (what can I say he’s just a physical touch kind of guy I don’t make the rules).

He’s trying so hard to keep up with the prayers but the words in the booklet are so tiny and hard to pronounce the poor guy is just mouthing gibberish😭 He's so relieved when it's over. You show him all the sweets, explaining what each one is called and what its ingredients are, etc. When you point out your favorites, he takes one, breaks it in half so he can try it, and feeds you the other half.

And if you’re wearing red red lipstick to match the outfit? Oh he’s going feral. Before the party is even over he’s taking your hand and pulling you up the stairs to your room and that lipstick is getting smudged all over both his and your face and neck and chest. His large fingers have trouble undoing the tiny delicate hooks that run down your back and he's getting so frustrated he just wants to rip the thing open

"Don't you DARE, Jay, I LOVE this dress.” “C'mon babe, more than me?🥺”

He wouldn't dream of upsetting you, though, so he's whining and grumbling his way down. But halfway through he gets the hang of it and speeds through the rest, lips following the path his hands pave down the line of your back.

He can’t wait for next year.

[tryingtofindava]

Do you write for Liu? If so, what are your hcs for dating him?

──𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐮 & 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

: ̗̀➛Back to source

This boy has probably has little to nonexistent experiences with dating (minus like maybe dating one or two girls in high school), and it fucking shows. He’s an absolute nervous wreck lol.

I’m gonna be COMPLETELY honest with ya here babes, but literally NOBODY saw you two becoming a thing.

“No one will believe us when we turn up together.”

“You know I love to shock people, so this will be great.”

He wants to escalate the relationship, but he doesn’t know how without making him seem like a desperate loser.

Cute little dates involve quieter and more intimate settings where he feels more comfortable in less crowded areas.

So maybe a trip to the library during its quieter hours or just wandering around the most scenic parts of the woods.

His love languages are: words of affirmation, gift giving, quality time and acts of service. So basically all of them except physical touch.

Speaking of physical touch, he isn’t against holding hands on kissing, he’s just not all that into PDA. He’s a snuggle bug behind closed doors tho :)

Words of Affirmation: Since he’s self conscious about the stitches (which have been in since 2011 take ‘em out girly) and the scarring that litters his body to remind him of the past. He likes when you mutter sweet nothings in his ear. Tell him he’s pretty, he’ll melt.

Gift giving: HDJDBJDBXHDJ HE MAKES YOU CUTE LITTLE POEMS AND HAND WRITING NOTES ITS HONESTLY LIKE THEM TIKTOKS U SEE WHERE THEY PULL IT OPEN AND IT JUST KEEPS GOING AND GOING.

Quality time: Just being near each, not talking just comfortable silence as you guys just do your own things. As long as you’re near, he’ll be alright. He treasures these moments between you two with his whole heart and soul.

Acts of service: he’ll bring you you’re favourite snacks, and helping you out when you’re struggling with whatever (bad mindset, chores, etc…)

The first time he held hands w you, it was a nervous yet heart warming moment to experience, he’s such a cutie patootie even if his hand was all sweaty.

Now in my AU Liu still cares dearly for Jeffery, and it would be important for him if the two of you at least pretend you get along. But he will be quick to your rescue if Jeff is being… well Jeff…

Now it’s time for Sully lolz…

On the creepypasta wiki it quote on quote says: ‘He holds some consideration and feelings for Liu himself since they share a body and he refrains from killing anyone Liu cares about due to 'Not wanting to make Liu depressed.’’

SO YOU’RE SORTA SAFE FROM HARMS WAY!! :D

Sully’s the type of mf to randomly flick you on the forehead and laugh a smidge before going back to being all Batman-y and brooding.

And depending on his mood, he might act sorta lovey dovey. Might.

The most you’ll get his maybe a arm around the shoulder. Maybe.

His love language is quality time, he could spend hours just doing nothing beside you.

“On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-“

“At least a twenty.”

He will maybe let you rest on him tho. But if anyone was to walk in, you’ll get a slight nudge off.

He’s deffo the more jealous and possessive one, especially around Jeff lol. He’s not letting that Heath Ledger joker lookin mf getting ANYWHERE near you.

[youngbounty]

Okay, out of all the things people are complaining about this story (and I am planning to review this so believe me when I say there are problems), Damian’s line right here is what you guys have a problem with?

For those complaining about Jason having one night stands, have you never read any issue of Red Hood and the Outlaws. This is referencing Jason’s lovers being short lived and YES Jason has canonly had one night stands. Literally the first time he met Starfire was on an island naked as a jaybird (no pun intended) and she offered him sex, because it is how she got to know people at the time.

The comic was during the New 52 era and yeah they were being weird with Starfire in the first couple of issues with her being in bed with Roy and sorta Jason, BUT he has had one night stands in that comic. Two of them at least. One of the girls he had a one night stand with got dragged into a spaceship with him when he and the Outlaws were fighting an intergalactic war before she kicked the bucket.

Now, do I like it? Eh… they really did place Starfire OOC in the New 52, but she was dealing with a broken heart in her own way. As for Jason, he was still Jason just as he is in this comic. He just happens to enjoy one night stands when he’s lonely. Also, he never had one night stands in the Rebirth Outlaws since he was in a relationship with Artemis. He also got into a relationship with Rose in Zdarsky’s Batman I guess? Personally, I still consider his relationship with Artemis to be canon.

Point is, complaining about Damian claiming Jason has only one night stands is the most nothing burger to complain about rofl. What? You think Jason would never have one night stands? You think he never had? You think Zatanna never wiped out Batman’s memories so the rest of the Justice League can play Operation with Dr. Light? You think Billy’s Captain Marvel was never accused of pedophilia by the Justice League because he was in a relationship with Stargirl? ROFL you sweet summer child.

In all seriousness, Damian claiming Jason only goes for one night stands isn’t OOC for him and it’s so normalized in DC that the only character over 18 I’d be surprised has ever had a one night stand is Superman. Personally, I thought Damian’s line was funny, because HE’S NOT WRONG. You might as well complain about Tim being a cheating bastard too.

Here’s a tear jar for you 🫙 I don’t know what to tell you.

As for the other complaints, no Damian saying Stephanie is “too female” isn’t misogynist. Most girls go to other girls for dating advice and not guys for the same reason (too male in this case). Damian is only looking for advice from a guy’s perspective, because yes guys vs girls dating have different expectations. Blame it on our cultural society or whatever, but it is what it is. Both genders are guilty of this, because it’s expected from homosexual relationships too.

No, there is nothing wrong with Damian going to Tim for dating advice. It makes the most sense actually. Damian even broke it down in this one.

Damian’s a little shit and will say things in the most mean way possible. I thought that scene was funny, because as I’ve said DAMIAN IS NOT WRONG rofl. I laughed my ass off reading that.

Co’mon guys, let Tim and Damian have their story. We hardly ever see them working together, helping the other or hell getting along. If you’re going to complain or cry about something, at least find something that actually is placing a character OOC. For all we know, Damian could just be saying that just to be a little shit and it’s not like Jason and Stephanie never showed up or got to be a shit back at Damian.

Lolz god this comic is funny. Red Hood’s outfit made my day and Steph kicking Damian’s ass was 😘

I will be reviewing the comic as I’ve said. You can find its entirety in my profile if you scroll down a bit. I’m hoping that those complaining about that one panel in the comic didn’t read it. If so, the entire comic is available on here and I’ve reposted. Read it before nitpicking on nothing burgers.

[arisuraxz]

Twinkling Watermelon (pt.1)

summary: you fell in love with beomgyu first, but he fell harder.

warnings: cursing

this is inspired by the show twinkling watermelon! this is my first so please dont hate on me lolz

txt members mentioned, idols mentioned

title track: ditto - newjeans

you were a senior in high school, and beomgyu was too.

a normal day, walking to school, until you see Beomgyu. your crush. but, seeing Beomgyu was a different this time. you saw your friend, Chaewon, with Beomgyu. Beomgyu had a crush on Chaewon, and how do u know? By just watching the scene of Beomgyu and Chaewon.

"hi, Chaewon! Our band is having a concert tonight, and if u come, you'll get to kiss me,"

Beomgyu said, confidently.

While he said that, his friends were around Beomgyu and Chaewon, forming a circle. Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Kang Taehyun, and Huening Kai. and the other students. While you, you were just standing, like a statue, watching whats happening.

Now, Beomgyu, your crush, gonna kiss your friend? No way. you thought to yourself. is Beomgyu really kissing Chaewon? this cant be.

Chaewon giggles.

"How cute are you, hey? Choi Beomgyu?"

Beomgyu was blushing.

"Well, Beomgyu, if you didnt know, im wearing your concert shirt to support you guys!"

Chaewon was taking off her blue , uniform with her name on it to show Beomgyus band shirt to him.

"Woah!! Really??!?!??!?!?!?"

Beomgyu said excitedly. Even his members, getting excited and smiling.

"Well, Chaewon.... are you really going to our concert later?"

"Well, Beomgyu, it really depends. maybe. maybe yes, maybe no."

"Okay than. we'll wait for you at the concert later!"

Beomgyu ran, and the other members followed him.

Since you heard that their concert will be going on later, you decide to book a seat. But firstly, you check the weather. There will be a storm. Really? A storm? Why would they perform at their concert later while there is a storm? You need to tell Beomgyu that. Not just a need, you have to. You were now going to the gate, but your also thinking about the scene that happened with Chaewon and Beomgyu. It flooded your mind.

"If your going to the concert later, you'll get to kiss me." it said to your mind all over again. And you kept saying, "NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY" all over again. You wish you were just Chaewon and going to the concert to kiss Beomgyu.

Chaewon was going to walk up to you, to say something.

"Just to tell you, Im not going to that concert later. There will be a storm. Who wants a concert while a storm is happening?"

Atleast she was honest, tho.

"y-yeah! your right. who wants a c-concert with a storm h-hap-happening?"

you stuttered.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Why are you stuttering?"

"oh! Its because i-its cold h-here."

"what do you mean? yn? its not cold here,"

"i have a f-fever, and i think i-im having c-chills."

you lied.

"oh, i have a jacket here, use it so that your chills will go away!"

And of course, Chaewon always cares about you. since you have been friends with her ever since. you and Chaewon is walking to the school building now, going to your class.

🪢

Finally, school ended. you were about to tell Beomgyu about the weather, but were too nervous. But why not give it a shot? So you were about to find Beomgyu, then there he is. So you came up to him.

"Hey, Beomgyu."

"Oh, hello, young lady! You must be y/n, right?"

He was looking at you with his puppy eyes, and his gray, hair. Gosh, hes so pretty.

"oh, yes i am..! B-by the way, i heard about your concert later. T-there wi-will be a storm. Are you sure your going to perform?"

"oh, there is?!?!?!?!? oh shit! but i cant just cancel the concert!!!!! thanks y/n for telling me, but no way theres a storm later!!!!!"

Beomgyu ran away as he said that. you saw him ran, and he was so cute. you were smiling. After that, the scene hit you again. But the concerts gonna get canceled, right? you didnt care about that. "If you're going to our concert later, you have to kiss me" is all over your mind. you felt dizzy. you were walking outside and saw beomgyu again. but you were about to collapse. your vision is fuzzy, all that is happening is because of the scene that happened earlier. Beomgyu turned around, and saw you.

"oh, its you agai-"

you collapsed in beomgyus chest.

"y/n? hello? hurry, take her to the hospital!!"

Beomgyu was carrying you, you were in his back, and beomgyu was holding you, and running, rushing to the hospital.

this actually sucks, but this is part 1 for now, hope you enjoyed it folks!

[mimikmeat0]

The All Seeing Doll..

First ever fic guys erm!! Suggestive warning this is a sneak peek for what I’ll upload on a03 lolz

Pure vanilla finds a peculiar doll in his room. How odd..

Pure vanillas mind felt like sand, no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldnt muster anything. The only thought in his mind was one cookie. One beast, to be exact. Shadow milk cookie had attempted to seize his mind, and for a while he resisted but he was growing tired. His eyes drooped and sagged as he wandered around aimlessly, listening to the blurred words of Shadow milk. It was all a blur, really. He was far too tired to function.

Oddly enough today was quiet, not a single interjection from Shadow milk. Pure vanilla almost craved something, missing the blurred noise of his voice. It was so silent not even the annoying servants were around. Just yesterday Shadow milk had created a room just for him, decorated and fitted to his taste. The bed mimicked his own back home, with the exception of his waffle cone railings. Pure vanilla refused to sleep there last night, it was cold and something felt off. Although he could feel his mind giving into whatever game he was playing, he still had enough sense to not trust ANYTHING Shadow milk laid out for him. Pure vanilla sighed, running his hands through his messy mop of hair, the stands tangling around his fingers for a moment. He was getting tired. If shadow Milk was nowhere to be found then he thought it wouldn't hurt to at least take a peak into the room again, without the leering eyes of that demon.

The room was clean, everything neatly put away and not a wrinkle to be seen in the duvet covering the bed. The underside of the bed was too dark to see under even when he peered deep into the depths. An unsettling feeling crept up his spine as he sat back onto his feet. A rack of clothes lined neatly beside his bed, fresh changes for both his robe and under garments. Beside the bed was a small coffee table, a cup somehow still full of steaming milk, the mug decorated the most egotistical show of Shadowmilks iconic symbol. He subconsciously sat on the bed, the plushness immediately reminding him just how tired he was. His back ached, screaming at the relief of something warm and soft. He tried to pry his mind out of it, to sit up but the bed pulled him into a state of blissful relaxation. He let go of a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he situated himself on the bed. Perhaps a small rest couldn’t hurt. He wouldn't sleep, no, but just sitting for a bit while he was alone was fine, surely.

A few moments turned into an hour, then two, then three. It was so silent and relaxing, his mind hadn’t been this quiet in days. He almost forgot what he was in here for. He forced himself up, not yet too fond of the idea of getting out of the bed. He settled for just looking around him for anything suspicious. He didn’t understand how he missed it at first but just to the corner of the room sat a chair. It matched his bed, a blue cloth draped over the back of it, an intricate stitching littering the sides and bottom half. In the seat of the chair sat a lone doll. Pure Vanillas eye twitched as he looked at it. The doll sat limp in the chair, blue button eyes staring at Pure Vanilla. It held just as intricate stitching was the chair did, gold etched into the cloth of its clothes and tendrils. It was a mini replica of Shadow milk alright. It was almost..cute. If not for the wave of uncertainty that crashed over Pure vanilla as he looked at it. A morbid curiosity got the better of him as he carefully sat up from the bed, inching towards the doll. It was tiny, no bigger than 3 apples stacked on top of each other. He tentaviely picked up the doll, it was soft and fit perfectly in his hand. The button eyes shone in the light of the bedside lamp, a warm yellow color giving an almost ethereal and comforting look. Pure vanilla raan his hands along the delicate gold stitching, tracing each swirl and pattern that adorned it. It was beautiful. Far too beautiful to be a mere replica of that demon spawn. Cautiously, he looked around him, making sure he was still alone, or that this wasn’t some trick before he walked back to the bed and sat down.

Pure Vanilla continued to stare at the doll, trying to figure out what its use was. Surely this had to be a trap? Perhaps something to spy on him with. His mind raced with possibilities as he toyed with the small doll. It felt almost alive, warm and plushy. It was definitely not, it was clearly fabric and string. No camera or anything, just this odd feeling. Against his better judgment, he didn’t drop the doll. Something in him wouldn’t let him, he absentmindedly poked and prodded the doll for minutes before he snapped back. The doll felt warmer than before. He wondered if that had anything to do with his own body heat.

Shadow Milk had spent the whole day following his servants around, “a much needed break" they said. He would’ve much rather to watch his favorite puppet, to watch his resolve slowly slip away. In a way, it was more interesting than any other chaotic scheme hes pulled. The little recluse spent most his day ignoring Shadow Milk, putting his focus on literally anything besides the sly words the other would whisper into his very dough. While he was a little disappointed that the healer had ignored and disregarded the room that Shadow Milk had meticulously crafted for him, opting to sleep on the hard floor than anything else in the house. Just when he thought they were getting closer, too. “Where on Earthbread are we going” He hissed out, growing annoyed as his mind traveled back to last night. He was used to him ignoring him, yet this felt different, it felt..disrespectful. In a not so fun way. The small cookie fixed up her dress, puffing it out before huffing. “Just a fun walk. Away from that rotten cookie.” She said the last bit as if it were a slur. Her face scrunched into a pout as she spat the rest out “ ‘sides, You normally love walking around as we terrorize the cookies in our path.” “Normally.” He responded tiredly, not fully entertaining the thought. Black Sapphire shifted, staff moving to his other hand as he stopped, turning to Shadow Milk with a raised brow. “Whats the matter?”

In the end, shadow milk cookie left the two alone in the square, apologizing as he slinked off into the distance. He was used to being ignored, being in the tree didnt leave him much options, not many of the beasts even acknowledged him. To be fair, it was a mutual agreement that they all would sit in their own silence and suffering, but even still, he did crave the previous interactions he would have with cookies before his fall. Despite this, however, this felt..different. His hair sprang up a little, curling and contorting in unnatural ways, the many eyes scattered about tensing as his mind ran. He wasnt really wandering with a goal. he felt too annoyed to even take pleasure in the idea of spying on the dumb blonde at the moment. But he felt it too awkward to tuck his tail and run back to the other two. “What an annoyance..” He hissed out, low and breathy, full of an emotion he could only describe as..utter disappointment. Not sure at to which part he was more fixated on with his feelings. Just then, something brushed against his dough. The sudden feeling made him shutter, clutching at the spot on his arm, looking around. Cookies walked all around him, chatting happily with each other. He shook his head, thinking another cookie must've walked past him without knowing. He hopped off the bench, dusting off the silvery robe he wore. Maybe shopping would get his mind off things, he always adored looking around boutiques to find outfits for new disguises for the trio. It felt like dressing up a baby doll. He walked into a small shop, examining dresses and gowns, taking into consideration the last time he had the three of them measured. “Hmm..” He stared at one particular puffy dress, a red and black gradient with glitter decorating the dark like stars in the sky. He felt it’d look good on Candy apple, and shes been bugging him for something new anyways. As he turned his head to call on a worker, another brush ran across his spine. It felt deliberate and drawn out, like a gentle finger being dragged against him. He turned in a panic, feeling at his back. The sensation made his skin tingle, a hotness spreading through him like sap. “What on earthbread??” He breathed out shakily, feeling around his back frantically. A small group of people stared at him in concern.

Pure Vanilla sat on the bed, eyeing the doll in his hands. The cool fabric sent a shiver through his hands, crawling up his arms. He drug a finger along the spine of the doll. The cloth..twisted? It was odd, it felt as if it pulsed in his grasp. wriggling a little with each touch. “How..odd.” His eyes opened slightly, more so out of habit rather than to actually see. He sat his staff down on the floor next to him, fiddling around with the doll. Each new touch and prod awarded him a wiggle, the very stitches moving. The once cool to the touch toy was now warm. It was all very fascinating to Pure vanilla, his face twisted in an childish awe. His mind began to wander, thinking of more ways to see the new reactions of the doll, each way it could twist and contort under his touch. He took a breath, gripping the doll with one hand as he, admittedly very impulsively, brought the doll up to his face. A wave of morbid curiosity overtook him as he took a small nibble of the dolls. Barely grazing it with his teeth, but enough to feel the doll move subtly, jerkily. Oh, how interesting..

Shadow milk has retreated to a bathroom, locking the door as he gripped at one of the walls. ‘W..what is this?’ he hissed, tendrils wrapping around him, just as shaky as he was. Several glides and touches graced his body, yet it was..unsatisfying. It felt like a touch beneath his skin, like an itch that was so close but too far at the same time. Something much harder, like a nail, trailed down his face, stopping at his chin before he felt something grip at his waist. The hold was tight, almost impossible for him to breath, more so than it was already. Before he could even react, something hot touched his sides. Like teeth grazing his body, a warm breathy sensation. His whole body felt hot and twitchy, he felt like his heart would jump out his chest. His mind went through several ideas before he landed on a reasonable explanation. A curse? Maybe. Against his earlier statements he cleared his mind to focus on one face. Pure vanilla. What was he doing. What HAD HE DONE. After a few failed attempts, touches clouding his mind. he managed to finally create a link with something in Pure vanillas room. The..doll he had left. He had almost forgotten. Through the eye of the doll he could very quickly see the issue. Pure vanilla curled his hand around the waist of the doll, and as he poked and prodded more a new sensation filled his stomach. The intense curious look in Pure vanillas eyes as he brought the doll up to his face, staring at the doll from under, tossing it around a little. Shadow milk felt as if he’d die right there on the spot, he felt weak. He couldnt stop shivering. His focus was slipping as the view of Pure vanilla became increasingly blurry. As he tried to stand up, legs shaking from the constant stimulation, something shot through him. His pelvis felt..warm. Heat washing over him like waves, crashing into him and causing him to spasm.

[iharthamzah]

࿇𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨

hamzah!xf!reader smut family friend

၊၊||၊ sexy to someone (clario)

You just moved to Toronto for school by the wishes of your mother. You stayed with a family friend and her son “Hamzah”. You get off the bus walking up to the town house down the street. You knock putting down your suitcase, his mom answers “hi Y/N , we’ve been waiting for you!” You smile. “hii , thanks for letting me stay with you” “oh ofcourse anytime” you walk in dragging your suitcase. “Hamzah! Don’t be rude, say hi” he looks up from where he's sitting. “Oh uh hey” you nod back. “Oh dont mind him let me show you, your room” you nod following her down a narrow hallway. “Here” she opens the door “i washed the bedding and cleaned it just for you” “oh you shouldn't have” “my pleasure dear” you hug her “no go get ready me, you and hamzah are gonna go out for dinner” “oh uh wait-” “tsk nope get ready” 

later that evening 

She knocks on your door “Y/N are you ready?” “yea ill be out in a minute" your dressed in a semi casual outfit and your hair  neatly done. You walk out. “Oh honey you look gorgeous” “aw thank you” hamzah stands by the door “you look nice” you look at him “thanks, you too” You guys arrive at the restaurant. Hamzah holds the door for both of you guys. The waiter sits you down 

You sit facing Hamzah and his mother. His mom speaks up “so Y/N do you have a boyfriend” you look up surprised “uh no” “hamzah has been looking for a nice girl like you” “mom stop” “no im just saying Y/N meets my standards and it would be nice if you  guys got to know each other" “mom!” “sorry” he looks at you “sorry for about her” “no no its fine” you play it off 

later into the dinner 

“Oh excuse me im going to the washroom” you guys nod. You guys sit in silence either fidgeting or scrolling through apps. Hamzah clears his throat “you know you really are pretty” “thank you your cute too” He smirks “my mom just tries to rush stuff” “no no shes fine totally” he smiles “would you like to get to know each other?” “sure” you guys keep talking about interests. His mom comes back “see i knew you guys would get along” You guys laugh awkwardly 

back at the house

You get ready for bed taking off your make up and changing. As you're putting away stuff Hamzah knocks on the door. “Hey” he peeks through “come in” he nods standing by the door. “I was just wondering if you wanted company tonight”. You smile “sure” you get into bed “come here” he nods and lays in bed with you. You admire his face and features “look I-” you suddenly kiss him. His eyes widen put he kisses you back. You guys pull away. He lifts you to straddle his hips. You kiss his neck. He groans “holy shit” you take his shirt off “you wanna do this” he smiles and nods “fuck yea” you guys continue undressing each other. The only thing between you guys are his boxers. “Are you sure” he nods “yea im sure” you pull down his boxers. He groans. You give his cock a few strokes before lowering yourself down on him. He moans. “We have to be quiet,” he nods. You move your hips, riding him. He has his hands on your hips guiding your movements. “So so good” “you like that?” his voice goes deeper “mhm” soon he thrusts up to match your movements. “I'm close” ‘keep going” you pick up your movements. HIs thrusts become sloppy, his moans becoming a higher pitch. Suddenly he cums, panting. “Holy shit” “that felt good” he nods in agreement “are you okay?” “yea im fine” he spends his time giving you after care.

a/n: finally a long ish post lolz hoped u enjoyed and give ideas or requests PLSSS

[souperbloom]

sweet tooth. [A.I.]

had this one floating around in the noggin for a bit. shoutout to @ipreferthedrummer for making it happen. ;)

🍫 fwb!ash

a night in with Ashton never tasted so sweet.

a/n: just wanted to get a little somethin’ out before my next project :3 keeping ash lanes fed is my only job.

CONTENT WARNINGS: !smut (kinda just drops ya right in, whoops.), fingering (f!receiving), insinuates unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, the use of food in an unholy scenario (lolz).

WORDCOUNT: 2k

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"Can we try something?"

Ashton pops his head up from the crook of your neck, his hands still feeling you up as he hovered over you, your bodies splayed haphazardly across his living room couch.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about this something since the moment you stepped through Ashton’s front door.

Originally, the plan for the evening was to make ice cream sundaes, watch a movie, and leave before the clock struck midnight.

You stopped at the grocery store on your way over, grabbing any and every ice cream related thing on the shelves, per Ashton’s request. Whipped cream, hot fudge, toasted peanuts, sprinkles; and about four different flavors of ice cream.

When you brought up the idea, Ashton didn’t hesitate. An impromptu hangout to make ice cream sundaes? Who could say no to that?

But now, your mind was clouded— and after an unsuccessful 15 minutes of trying to assemble these monstrous sundae creations, you and Ashton had gotten a bit distracted. The only thing left of your clothes now were a pair of lacy panties and the oversized t-shirt on your back.

"What is it?" Ashton asks breathlessly, a rogue black curl falling over his forehead. He was already half-naked, which you found amusing, speaking on the fact that you had only been at his house for an hour.

"Here," You start to lift yourself from beneath him, bringing him to flop backwards on the couch as you rise to your feet, "I’ll just… show you."

You weren’t exactly sure how to bring up what you wanted. Would it have been weird to ask for such a thing? God, you hoped not. You knew Ashton was down for just about anything you asked for— you guys worked well in that way.

Across the living room were the contents of an unmade ice cream sundae, sitting out on the counter and taunting you with their presence. The whipped cream can on its side, the chocolate syrup, a plastic container of sprinkles; untouched. It was like a sweet crime scene.

You walk to them with your hands on your hips, as Ashton just sits there quietly.

"You hungry? I know we didn’t really get to the sundaes but— you could’ve just said somethin’."

"No, no— I’m not hungry…" Covering up your newfound nervousness with a chuckle, you reach for the bottle of chocolate syrup.

"Oh."

You glance over your shoulder at Ashton, who was clearly trying to get a read on what you were doing.

"Can we try something with this?"

Ashton’s eyes widen at the bottle in your hand, a sneaky smile spreading across his face that made you just want to melt into a puddle on the floor.

"You want me to lick it off of you, don’t you?"

The condescension in his voice was more prominent than ever.

"You don’t have to—"

"Y/N, you know I’ll do anything once…" The way he responds so calmly makes your stomach turn.

"…Just tell me whatcha’ need."

You bite back a smile, walking back over to the couch with more confidence than before. Ashton shifts in his seat, spreading his legs comfortably and inviting you to straddle his lap.

All of your actions are unspoken, the only thing occupying the room around you were the sounds of a jazzy, blues guitar. You return to him, and he holds out his hand to you.

"M’lady," he jokes, reinstating that charm of his as you use his hand as leverage to straddle him.

"You’re so dumb."

He scrunches his nose. "You love it."

With the bottle in one hand, and his hand in the other, you get comfortable on his lap. His hands find your waist again instantly, index fingers toying at the hemline of your t-shirt.

Well, his t-shirt.

Unsure of how to resume what you had started, you crash your lips into his, and drop the syrup bottle at your side, in hopes he’d get the memo.

And, of course, he did. He knew you a lot better than you thought.

"Let’s get you out of this, hm?" He mumbles into your lips, not long before pulling the shirt over your head. You lift your arms to aid him in undressing you.

"I’ve been looking everywhere for that shirt, by the way," He chuckles, but doesn’t waste any time finding his blistered hands on your waist.

You just smile at him, running your tongue across your bottom lip. "Found it."

As your lips reconnect, you can already feel the wetness pooling in your panties, grinding down into the hardened length held captive by his briefs. His tongue explores your mouth, while your hands wrap around the nape of his neck.

You start a rhythm of swiveling your hips; his hands traveling down your waist to cup your ass, taking it in a handful.

"Fuck this grinding shit… ‘Need to fuckin’ feel you…" He speaks sloppily through bated breaths, but you nod in agreement. An hour spent teasing was an hour too long.

Your hand moves to his hair, pulling back his head so you could leave a trail of sultry kisses down his exposed neck and chest. He whines at the contact of your lips on his skin.

"Wanna ride me, baby?"

Your head pops up, taking your bottom lip between your teeth with a nod. "Yes please."

He wastes no time lifting your hips off of his to free his cock from the button on his briefs. You do the same, taking your hand between your bodies and pushing your panties to the side.

Moving with such haste was typical for you and Ashton; since half of the times you’ve fucked have either been rushed, or at a place where you really shouldn’t have been so needy for each other.

"Fuck yes, baby— always so ready f’me…" He palms his cock, brushing the tip against your wet folds. All you could do was whine, already fuck-drunk by the slightest feeling of him.

But before you were able to lower yourself onto him, he stops you in your tracks with a grab at your sides.

"Eager now, are we? Aren’t we missing something here?"

You were already so dazed by the thought of riding him that you had completely forgotten what you had asked for.

"Mmm, shit, you’re right." You nod, closing your eyes and settling yourself onto his thighs.

He reaches beside you for the chocolate syrup bottle, holding it between your bodies. A wave of excitement rolls down your spine, watching eagerly as he pops the lid.

"Where do you want me?" He asks, his eyes flicking between the bottle and your chest.

"Everywhere."

With a shake of his head and a bite of his lip, he tips the bottle. You take in a deep breath, watching the chocolatey mixture pour out and trickle down your bare chest.

You weren’t sure how much he’d let drip down the front of your body, how far he’d actually go with your request. But the only thing you could do was watch with a slack jaw as he continued to pour it onto you.

His eyes flicker with lust as he watches the gooey trail lead down towards your bellybutton, practically salivating at the sight of you covered in something edible. Something so sweet.

"Y’look fuckin’ delicious, Y/N. Wonder how good you taste—" he mumbles, satisfied with his artwork as he pops the lid closed.

"’Guess there’s only one way to find out."

Your head was reeling. Spinning at a mile per minute. You didn’t think you’d enjoy this as much as you were about to, and you’d only realized it the moment his tongue licked a slow stripe up your chest.

"Shit—"

You whine and writhe, arching your back to allow better access to the chocolate that had gone too low to reach.

Ashton hums in delight at the taste of you on his tongue, those bright green eyes popping up only upon hearing your voice.

He seemed to enjoy watching how he ruined you, almost as much as you enjoyed letting him.

Expletives and more moans croak out of you as he starts another pass up to your chest, this time starting just above your belly button.

You wanted to scream in ecstasy, but couldn’t find it in you to make a sound louder than the satisfied groans coming from him. His tongue moved intricately across your body, collecting every last bit of that sweet nectar on his tongue.

Ashton then swallows, and gives one last pass of his tongue between the valley of your tits before stopping up to your eye level.

"Wanna taste?" He asks, licking at the left over chocolate on the corner of his mouth.

"Thought you’d never ask."

In a second, his lips are hungrily slotting against yours. Your tongues swirl together; the rich, earthy flavor meshing into something even sweeter than before.

Just as you thought you couldn’t get enough of him, he reaches down between your bodies, attaching his index finger to your clit.

"That’s it, baby—" says Ashton, messily attempting to keep your lips interlocked as his motions cause you to jump out of your skin, "— bein’ so good. So sweet. Gonna’ cum for me, sweet girl?"

"Yes, Ash— Please—" You beg, an empty plea, as his fingers continue to chip away at your decorum and any part of you that was left on this Earth.

His middle finger was now brushing against your slit, but you were feeling far too greedy.

"Please, Ash— Need t’feel you, oh—"

Your forehead knocks against his, hips gyrating with force and practically begging for release. He listens to the signs, as always, now with one finger inside of you and the other still playing with your clit.

"That’s it, darlin’. Just like that—"

He coaches you through every single fleeting moan that rips through your throat, nodding at you. Giving you all of the conformation you needed to completely let go.

"Give it to me, Y/N. Fuckin’ give it t’ me."

"Fuck, Ash!"

Your heart rate doubles, triples; it’s climbing and climbing with each curl of his fingers. You watch his face contort as he takes his time pleasuring you, noticing his teeth sunk into his bottom lip so deeply that he was close to drawing blood.

"Ash, I’m close—"

You gasp for air, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you begin to hurdle towards the brink of your orgasm. But all he does is peer at you with that familiar, sultry smile.

"Kiss me."

Following his eager instruction, you slam your lips onto his. The both of you let out a collective sigh as your tongues entwine once again, singing sweet nothings into each other’s mouths while his fingers fuck up into you.

You could still taste the remnants of chocolate, the syrupy flavor ghosting around in your mind right before stars are fogging your vision. You completely let go, releasing yourself onto his fingertips with a loud cry.

"Yes, fuck— give it t’ me."

Ashton coaches you one last time as your orgasm rips through your limbs, rendering every single organ of yours absolutely useless. The butterflies once encaged in your stomach had set finally set free, and fluttered along your insides.

As your orgasm fades out into a shaky pair of legs and a heightened heart rate, you think about what Ashton had said right before he was spilling chocolate sauce onto your bare chest. How willing, how eager he was to try this with you.

To taste you.

You pinch your eyes closed, before collapsing onto the front of his chest with a long sigh.

"Fuckin’ hell, Ashton," You mean to sound stern, but it comes out as more of a giggle as your thoughts bounce around in your brain, "And to think I thought you were gonna say no…"

As his hand reaches up to comb through your hair, his head leans down to whisper in your ear. You could tell he was smiling.

It was always so obvious.

"Well, Y/N— when it comes to you, I’ve got a fuckin’ sweet tooth."

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[yaostars]

𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲 ౨ৎ : vlog one

about: lost records of the past and even past friendships lie between small little films from a certain camera. 2006 was a year of laughs, smiles and even more that turned most of them over. who knew going back into the past would help cause a bit of deja vu but also some memories that shouldn't of been shown. note: this is taken during 2006 where everyone gets ptsd lolz!!! but the point of you is basically yk watching the film. reader pronouns are she/her and is a female reader!! the readers personality maybe a little different to yours (sorry) i wrote this all in one go so tell me if theres any spelling mistakes

"nobara we shouldnt be doing this..!!" the pink head nervously fidgeted infront of the tv. "its fine its not like anyone will know if we put it back in the same spot!" she claimed smiling.

opening the small box of tapes with names on the side such as 'beach day ♡' or 'vlog with toru' and other ones with colourful dried out gel pen writing. itadori grabbed one from the box with the name 'vlog one yay ★'.

a certain sea urchin haired walked in with a towel around his neck pausing seeing the familiar pinkish box gojo kept in his wardrobe. "why are you looking through that?" he walked over seeing all the little nick nacks laid out. megumi hadnt seen any of it ever since he was younger when she was around. crouching down and grabbing the tape out of itadoris hands while placing it into the dvd player.

all three of them sat in front of the tv waiting for the tape to work. little speckles were on the screen before showing gojo in the distant talking to someone. they could hear laughter and it was like deja vu all over again for a certain one.

"stop tryna flirt with n/n shes not gonna answer" a tall guy stood next to the white haired one. the camera then turned to a 180 degree angle focusing on a h/c girl with her knees tucked to her chest smiling at the guys away from them. the breeze gently waving there way through her hair with a little smile adoring her plumped lips. she looked to the camera smiling and waving. "do i need to say anything to this vlog?" she rested her head on the top of her knees staring. "just say your name, age, and whatever you want" from the camera person who was oodly familiar.

"uhm! well my name is y/n, im 15 turning 16 in a few days and well i want to help people" smiling at the camera before turning her head to the guys after hearing them quiet down. the camera turned to where she was staring seeing the albino haired man stare back at her before turning away. the other male had bursted out laughing at him before jogging to the camera. "oi geto do an intro to the camera" the camera person claimed at the male who looked confused but grabbed the camera so it was facing him.

"the names geto suguru, im 16 and i love watching gojo fail at confessing and also i really like kfc so if you have it hit me up babygirl" he chuckled before flipping the camera to the two girl showing a brown haired girl. "now you shoko" he claimed while hearing a bunch of footsteps in the background.

"shoko leri, 16 and i hate everyone here except n/n" she smirked before lighting her ciggarette while you could see y/n scrunch up her nose before turning away from the puff of smoke. "bleh" she exclaimed while resting her head on the albino who randomly sat next to her. "well satoru its time for you to do an intro to the camera" geto had placed the camera in his hands before sitting in front of all three of them.

"UHM what do i say n/n?" he turned to her who she was already looking at the camera with curiosity. "just say your name, age and idk a comment..?" she sweat-dropped at the question before grabbing a few daises from the ground making a bracelet.

"well so my name is gojo satoru and im 16 and uh and uh really hate kfc and thats directed at someone here" he looked around for an answer to pop up. it had taken him that long to think until feeling a small amount of weight on top of his head. softly tapping his white locks feeling flowers realising y/n had made a flower crown which could be seen on the camera while she had one of her own. "you like?" she rested her head back on his shoulder staring at the camera dozing off. "of course i do if its from you" he wiggled his eyebrows at her while geto was choking from laughing.

"okay thats enough of flirting on this vlog so say bye" shoko exclaimed grabbing the camera back facing it towards the two males and girl. they looked to the camera and waved.

"geto is a bum-"

the tape had finished and pop out from the dvd player. a cough rang out the dorm seeing the albino male standing there with a small smile leaning against the door frame. "we are so sorry sensei we didnt mean to go through your stuff!! we were just confused why you have a pink flowery box!!" itadori kept bowing up and down praying.

megumi looked away showing small amount of guilt but completely out of it. he missed the sound of one of the girls voice and seeing her again.

nobara just sat still staring at her sensei before getting up while grabbing the box to give back. "were sorry .. it was my idea i was just curious" she bowed while having the box in the air infront of the male.

gojo only chuckled at them before standing back while sighing. "its fine tell me when you watch the second one.. i havent had the time to watch them" he rubbed the back of his neck while keeping eyes on the sea urchin.

"who was the woman that you sat next to gojo?" itadori asked the taller one without a filter. "her name was y/n and she went here" megumi said before gojo knowing he would blurt something out.

"she was so pretty can we meet her one day" nobara and itadori asked gojo with imaginary tails like little golden retrievers. gojo smiled and turned around keeping his back away from them. "yeah i'll take you sometime soon" he walked off making the first years confused.

[moldbugg]

INTRODUCTION POST!

UPDATED!!!

Please mind that im bad at this

The name's Ezekiel!

You can also call me Kasper!

[MINOR]

Like i said in my description, please use He/Him!! [They/Them is acceptable too!]

I am not fully human, though it's okay to call me a person :3

More info such as dni, identities, etc!! read it.

[Flashing gif warning]

I am an artist that mainly draws roblox!

I'm also a furry :p

ROBLOX IS LIFE!!1!11!

BlockTales

Regretevator

Forsaken

Save Robloxia

Catalog Avatar

Outlaws of Robloxia

Dumb Boss Fights

S.E.W.H

Extra : I like Flamingo [The youtuber lol]

OH!! and i love Object Shows :3

i have been eye-ing them for 5 years until i finally decided to watch

Shows I've watched

BFDI / BFDIA / BFB / TPOT

Inanimate Insanity

ONE

I really like these three, feel free to recommend more

I love a lot of characters [i have levels--] but..

Griefer and 1x1x1x1 my husband and wife <3

(selfship)

!! I get REALLY protective over them easily, mind that. Even if i dont show it !!

More warnings. If you act weirdly around these characters ALOT it can and WILL harm me in some way. Either it haunts me making me stay awake or it actually makes me do something i will regret.

I have problems with being overprotective, adding with my territorial behaviour and etc. But it's all good dw 👍

I ship Buildermon/Buildersky and other ships. If you don't like that then don't be mean!! Just ignore it. You are still welcome here!

Might be a multishipper sometimes!

Crazy how i have to say this just to be safe.

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Alterhuman

I am a Poly and Cladotherian!

Poly : Fox[Main/stronger one] and Tabby Cat

Fictionkin too!

Clado : Canid

Elliot

Forsaken : All but mainly Normal, Milestones and Manager

Work At A Pizza Place : yes

You can call me Elliot aswell! But i prefer my name a bit more, still though!!

[For me, it's fluid! I am human and non-human]

IDENTITIES

[LGBTQIA+]

Bisexual / Omni and Trans-Masc

Thas all

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Pro-shippers

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Send me silly / random asks though!!

Thank you for reading!!!

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If ya wanna talk/be moots, you can go on and make the first move- Sometimes im too scared to do it even if i really want to lolz!

Another thing, i am UNDER 16.

Just don't be too weird like i said :p