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[howlingmod]

SIT NEXT TO ME!

summary - how some of the survivors and killers show their love ... giggles

misc - low quality content im so tire .... but i must write .... it is demanded of me .....

Noob - Physical Touch

-Simple pleasure, simple guy, what can I say.

-It's not even something they're aware of half the time, a big part of what probably tipped you off to their feelings for you in the first place was their touchiness. While they're more physical with everyone, it definitely lingered with you more. They'd stick closer to you on excursions and, more often than not, would be brushing shoulders with you when working on generators.

-They just like being able to feel your presence, it's grounding to them in a big way. A lot of the time they'll have a hand on you just because it feels comforting, usually it's on your shoulder or they'll reach for your arm if you've got one free (they prefer holding onto your arm/hooking arms more than handholding to be honest ... it just feels so much more secure and special !!)

-Late at night they'll frequently fidget with your hands, looking at all the lines in your palms and the little cuts and marks that litter your skin. It puts them in a trance, you're just so gorgeous to them, in that human, real kinda way. It's hard for them to put into words ...

007n7 - Physical Touch

-Before .... everything, he's a lot more varied. If anything, he probably leaned more towards acts of service- he likes making your life easier, especially with you (presumably) helping him raise c00lkid. It's not easy being a parent, he knows how stressful it and daily living in general can be. He feels good if he can make your day a little less stressful.

-Now though, he really needs that grounding. There's just so much missing. He's not really on great terms with anyone here and he knows he deserves it. You're all he has left. You're the only shred of his perfect life left.

-It's the little things when you guys are around others, the way he sticks to your side, the times where he'll subtly reach for your hand and squeeze it in reassurance, where he'll hug you when you get back from an excursion and look you over. It's the little bits of vulnerability he can spare to show you he loves you.

-Other times, it's more desperate, tight clinging to your form when you lay together because everything's suddenly clamped down on him like a million weights. It's those times that feel most like a perverted version of the ways you used to lay together when things were better, less suffocating and mournful. Sometimes you still expect the door to your room to open and c00lkid to crawl under the sheets with you two. He never does.

Shedletsky - Quality Time

-Ohhh my god this guy does not shut up. He's always got some story to tell you about, some little anecdote that something you said or something that happened reminded him of. You never really know how accurate he's being to reality, you can make your guesses but he'll only ever smile and shrug if you ask for confirmation.

-It could come off as egotistical or annoying if it weren't fairly obvious it was his way of keeping morale up. What, you think he's making things up? Why, he'd never! You'll just have to argue with him about it if you care so much. It's just a way of keeping your mind on something other than your current situation, even if it means he has to be the butt of a joke more than a few times. Besides, he just thinks playfighting with you is fun sorryyyyy <//3

-That being said, he can be serious. What you two are going through isn't exactly easy, you can't always ignore it, you have to face it head on sometimes. If you wanna talk about how scared you feel not knowing what's going to happen, he'll listen and admit he's scared too. If you wanna talk about how hopeless everything feels, he'll admit he's felt the same way a few times before. He might not be as emotional but he's forthcoming with his experiences, the last thing he wants you to feel is alone, if he can make you feel heard and helped then he's happy to admit to every bad dream that's ever haunted him.

-It'll always end with some little glimmer of hope, no matter how vague. He can't afford to lose you to apathy, he'll spin as many tales and sneak as many wishes he has for the two of you into your conversations as it takes for you to keep going just a little longer. He doesn't know what the future looks like, but he wants you to be there with him to see it.

Dusekkar - Acts of Service

-While they're more than good with their words and freely give out their praise to you, they also worry about your physical well-being frequently. Even if you're in good standings, they'll be keeping an eye on you. It's just a habit they've picked up protecting the others that's amplified tenfold for you. Perhaps they're a little biased with their shields, but they couldn't bear to lose you.

-They'll make your life easier in any way that they can, they know that the stress of everything can add up and they want you to stay strong despite it. They can't stand idly by and let you fall to the wayside, rotting in fear and pain. How could they ever truly protect you if they allowed for you to crumble right in their arms?

-It's little things- letting you sleep in longer, making sure you get a little extra food even if it means sacrificing some of their portion, hovering around you whenever you head out on an excursion. You're their world, their muse, their heart- they'll make sure you know how important you are to them and how deeply they care for your health in every way they can, it's what you deserve.

John Doe - Acts of Service(?)

-John's a weird one. He only has so much he can do for you without risking hurting you. If he sticks around you too often that could alert the other survivors and cause them to attack you. He can take bullets, you can't. Additionally, he has to be careful, that corrupted arm of his isn't exactly gentle. He knows fully that he could crush you, kill you in the blink of an eye if he isn't careful. So, he has to settle for little gestures.

-He'll leave you alone when he hunts. He'll heard you in the direction of generators, supplies, warm corners free from the chilling wind. If everyone else dies he'll walk you back home, paint you with their blood to make sure it doesn't look suspicious. He'll watch from afar till you disappear into the closed doors of your 'base.' Even then, you suspect he doesn't leave until later, hovering around as a spare set of eyes and ears on you.

-Even then, he's selfish, takes gambles when he hangs around you for just a little while longer. He'll contort, physically pulling the shoulder of his monstrous arm as far back as he can to avoid the chances of even brushing it against you when he reaches for you with the other. He'll keep it restrained, muscles pulled taut just to keep you to his side in a rare moment of peace. He's a man of few words, you can only imagine what his vocal chords have been turned into, but if you push your head close enough to his chest you just might hear him breathe out an "I love you" in between the pained labor of his lungs.

1x4 - Gift giving

-Likewise, he also can't stick around for very long. That doesn't mean he won't make a lasting mark on you. He's more risky, he knows that if the others found out and tried anything he could paint the walls red with them all before they could even lay a finger on you. He thinks he could take care of you far better than they could, provide a better home, protect you better than they could ever try to. More than once he's thought about faking your death, making a bloody scene for the others to find so he can take you from them. They're only a burden on you, a risk you (for whatever reason) worry yourself with.

-He won't force you, he's some humanity left, but that doesn't mean he won't show them up (to him, at least). He'll present you with enough jewels and gold to make an officiant pale with the dried gums of blood in between the joints, kick supplies in your direction and rip them from the hands of fallen survivors to give to you, he's offered up fingers, bones and heads as a show of his prowess and only grumbles when you turn them down.

-He'll never understand why you bother yourself in the ways you do, taking others under your wing when they can't do anything but leech off of you in return, so he'll have to make up for their inabilities instead. Where they can only take, he'll give you more than you could've ever dreamed for. It's his way of displaying how special you are to him, the pride he takes in you just as you do him. Consider himself a dragon and you the lucky singular he allows into his hoard.

+ (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL) C00lkid - N/A

-Well ... c00lkids always really liked spending time with you and dad! Dad always had cool stories about all the stuff he got up to when he was younger and you always had fun games to play with him and dad. Sometimes you'd draw with him and happily hang up his art to admire everytime you went through the kitchen before work and then he'd spend the whole day drawing more and more for you to look at, making up stories (that usually involved dracobloxxers) and worlds to tell you all about during dinner.

-Other times you guys would play tag! Usually it didn't last very long, at some point you'd get tired and have to sit down for a while and do something else with him (SAD!) but you'd been running a lot more recently! He hadn't been able to tag you in a whiiile, but he knows he will eventually! You've just been giving him another challenge to overcome like you always did, ducking around corners and over ledges. It's hard, he's scraped his knees pretty bad a few times and run into the walls more than he can count, but he always gets back up!

-It's a little weird to him though. He's never really played with anyone other than you and dad. He doesn't really know why those other people are there. You won't tell him. You never stop running. (He misses when you'd get tired, when you'd stop and hold him while you watched a movie together instead.) (He misses you and dad talking to eachother, telling him stories and dancing with him in the kitchen.) (Did he do something wrong? Are you mad at him? Why won't either of you just TALK to him!-) (If he stops chasing you, won't you be sad? Would he be disappointing you?)

-Sometimes he suddenly gets very sad. Sometimes you stand still and look at him from afar and you don't smile at him. Just stare and have this weird, long-gone look he's never seen before. He thinks about walking up to you, asking what's wrong, if you and dad hate him, why you always run but he knows you'll just run again. Instead he just chases after everyone else and wishes dad would order pizza again and you would put band-aids over the cuts on his knees from falling and the pricks of branches on his arms.

[static-x3]

“Ten years can really give you such a crick in the neck...”

| Content warnings: Fear, strangling, breif depictions of death |

| Words: 1535 |

It was just a dumb dare.

Of course they could've said no- but teenage peer pressure is a bitch and they didn't wanna hang around and get mocked for refusing to take a little risk... Really, what's the worst that could happen? Getting jumpscared by a rat? It's not like there was any security around in the middle of nowhere, so why not take a look..?

Disregarding the hazard signs and barbed wire, the gangly duo cut their way through the chainlink fence and make way past the now crumbling external walls of the old factory.

"Jesus... Are we really sure we wanna do this just for brownie points..? I could get tinnitus just from looking at all the rust here-" the taller of the two mutters, stepping over a mangled wrought iron pole sticking out of the ground.

"..you mean tetanus?" The other pipes up, shining his flashlight in his companions face, "and also, yea, I'm sure. We're literally the first people to be here in like a million years! Do you even know what kinda shit we could find just laying around? And not to mention the bragging rights!"

His voice carries and echoes off the high walls, the place clearly much larger than they had initially thought once presented up close.

They find themselves in a large open area resembling a junk yard to the back of the actual facility building, old conveyor belts and large piles of scrapped appliances strewn as far as they can see within the previously guarded walls.

"I guess so... As long as we're careful and get outta here before my mom calls- i do not need to be getting grounded again on summer break after--"

"God, i can't take you anywhere, can i?" They get interrupted with a half-assed swing of a duffel bag to their chest, the offending culprit rolling his eyes dramatically, "how 'bout you shut up for a while and have some fun for once?"

With a huff and a breif glare, the other nods, opening the bag they'd been "handed" and grabbing a can of neon spray paint.

With the few cans they'd brought and but one collective braincell, the duo tag and doodle on just about anything within reach. They'd long since made their way into the actual building, rendering the bland grey walls a rainbow of slang and rather phallic portraits.

The longer they stay, the deeper they go into the Facility. They stumble across what looks to be a.. lab? Neither had a clue what use actual science would be to a place that made home appliances, but they couldn't pass up the opportunity to paint some custom lab coats for themselves.

"Are you- what is this, the twenties? Are you really drawing a fuckin' crewmate right now?"

"You told me to have fun!! and don't you come at me over outdated graffiti choices Mr. "Cool S""

"Never diss the Cool S! It's cool for a reason!!"

One of his arms accidentally knocks against a table in his gesticulations, a tall beaker losing it's balance and meeting the ground with an impressive shatter, making the other jolt at the sound.

"Dumbass-!! Dude, we need to go before some animal or something is attracted by your stupidity-" the taller yanks him away and out of the room by the arm while patting him off for any stray shards, much to his dismay as he bats at the other in protest.

"Get off me?! It's just a glass! Theres nothing in here besides us, are you for real man--?!"

He manages to rip himself out of his worried friends grip, stumbling to the floor and against a large set of double doors at the end of a hall.

After a breif apology and their offer to help him back to his feet going unacknowledged, the exasperated blond crosses their arms and more or less pouts. They didn't wanna be here anyways, and they were starting to remember why....

The sizeable doors they stood before look to be electronically locked, and they're easily larger than any others within the building, rivaling the ones to the main entrance in width.. they could swear there was a very quiet hum coming from them. There shouldn't have been any power going through the place..? Nowhere else in the facility seemed to have any, so what on earth-

Beep!!

Their staring contest with the doors is cut short with the crackling buzz that plays from the doors' card reader, their companion looking over to them with a mischievous grin and a lanyard in hand.

"This dumbass left their ID card on their coat. figures for someone named.. 'Evangelion'??-"

With a heavy sounding clunk, the doors slowly ease open, making way for a gust of chilled air to escape and nip at their ankles. Beyond the doors lies a staircase decending into nearly pitch black darkness, the scent of dust and mildew pungent and clinging to their clothes more than ever.

The duo send a glance between eachother. A pale look of worry meeting an adrenaline junkies toothy smile.

"...You coming?"

"Wh- YOU'RE GOING?!"

"Obviously! Look- I'll tell everyone you went with me if you just hold my stuff for me here, yeah?" He promptly drops his bag in his companions arms before they can protest, clicking his flashlight back on and trotting down the stairway in willing ignorance of their increasing pleas for him to return.

By the time the door slammed shut it was too late for him to notice. Too late for them to follow...

The further he descended, the stronger the smell became. Dust, mold, metal... rot..? It was getting harder and harder to tell. He brings his sleeved elbow to cover his mouth and nose by the time he reaches the bottom of the staircase, looking around to see... No... That doesnt make sense....?

Cautiously, he cracks open the first door in a long hall of many, the thick metal hinges screeching in protest against the weight of the matching metal door. Beyond the doorway is a small square room; a smaller bed, desk, shelf, and chains the only "decoration" to be had..

He walks along row after row of these solid metal doors, most of them open outwards.. though he couldnt find the curiosity in him anymore to check what resides– used to reside– inside.

This wasn't a factory.

This was a prison.

He keeps going for what feels like forever through large metal halls and rows of cells, avoiding how the shadows look his way and glare.

He needed out. He wanted his friend. He wished he was more cowardly for the first time in his life.

He saw- light.... A dim glow from the end of another dizzying metal hall. An exit..?

The space opens up to a large, open, server room. metallic clunks, whirrs, and beeps play from each of the tall servers as they light up like mini skyscrapers. Wires and cords of all sizes run along the ground and up into the ceiling, resembling a jungle strewn with electric foliage.

"What the hell..."

That small whisper under his breath it all it took. It goes nearly dead quiet for only a moment before the room quite literally jolts to life.

Bright screens in the middle of the room light up with text speeding too fast to read, making the brunett stumble backwards right into a pile of wiring. He keeps trying to blink away the white shapes in his vision without realizing how the cables start to snake around his limbs, a startled cry ripping from his chest as he's lifted up and brought closer to the amalgam of screens and wires.

"W-w-w-w-what have we here-e...?"

A glitching, robotic voice resounds from all around him, his body easily yanked closer to the largest screen that glitches on a 'connection lost' color bar.

"You... You're no-t-t-t my... Mine..... Mine........."

The wires and cables tighten around him in unexplained, jittery emotion, holding him in place despite how he struggled with all his might.. his puny, human, might....

"Y-y-y-youu don't belong here-e-e.... Hah.."

He claws and pulls helplessly at the cable encircling his neck, pleading for mercy between choked gasps. All the screens breifly flicker to black before coming back to life, a single bright eye on the center screen that curves into a sharp, upturned, semi-circle.

[System restart complete.]

"Ah... That's more like it."

CRUNCH!!

The body falls limp in her makeshift hand. So easily caving in on itself under just a bit of pressure.. she'd forgotten how fragile humans were.

How fragile she used to be.

[Checking syetems . . .]

No.

"hah.."

had it really been...?

"Ten.. Years.... And the one to wake me isn't even my own......."

She carelessly drops the mangled corpse to the floor, parts of her system still firing up and rebooting.

"I should've known better than to expect her loyalty... Oh, my dear Static......"

[Memory Recovery Complete.]

Dozens of small monitors and screens come to life throughout the room, displaying countless images and replayed moments of Static, along with an eerily familiar human simply lost to time.

"I wont hold it against you, poor little thing... You'll be home soon enough~"

[malwaresilly]

his star's pulsing light was quicker than normal. His body tensed as he curls further into himself.

His claws dug into whatever was beneath them, he didn't remember where he was when he passed out

(tw for death n violence below cut)

His mind was plagued with the various deaths he experienced. Each. Brutal. One.

All he could see was the golden stain of his blood on his dark body

He thought he was numb to this

But experiencing each ounce of pain over and over in his head proved him otherwise

The worst of all of this pain was the self inflicted.

When he was first trapped in a dead machine, desperate to leave somehow. To move on to the point he tried to rip his own coding apart.

When he had hurt those who had been close to him, murdered those innocent kids and wanted to deal his own karma.

When the Programmer came back and he spiralled into the darkness after fighting to get out.

He wanted this to stop

Every time with these damned nightmares. He could never just wake up. He was always trapped in his own head. Stuck trembling both inside and outside of his mind

He could never cry for help

( @titan-star )

[asian-character-of-the-day]

I don’t rlly want to make this blog about politics but this should be said hey American viewers, I know things seem rough but just so you know this blog will still be up even with the results of the election. I’m honestly unsure too of the future but it’s important to focus on the present right now

Take a deep breath, take some time off tumblr/social media, pet your dog/cat, hug your parents/friends.

I hope you learn something with my blog. Take care everyone

[squalodinoappreciationsquad]

@rakubalka hope you like this idea, and I hope you don't mind it's a SqualoxDino

Anyway.

The woman is desperate. She is by the port and she is holding something in her arms - a lump of white blankets. Her clothes, the ones of a nun, would suggest to the onlooker that she is in te wrong place at the wrong time, but she isn't.

She has something of a purpose.

She absolutely knows that she is in Mafia territory, she absolutely knows she might be in danger, but that area is under the Cavallone family's turf and she has a good feeling about Cavallone Decimo.

She heard about him and by what she heard this boss at least seems compassionate, even merciful.

That is why she chose that specific area.

And really, it doesn't take long until someone notices her. It is a tall man with dark short hair and glasses and a moustache walking towards her - she has seen the man a few times in church, she knows who he is.

And the nun does not hesitate. "Mr. Longari." She calls out.

"Please, sister, just call me Romario. It is an unusual thing seeing a nun at this time at the port."

Indeed the sun is about to set and if Romario remembers well that is the time a nun should be reciting the Vespri. The nun however wastes no time. She has to do this before anyone notices she is gone.

"Mr. Longari - no, Mr. Romario, please forgive my request, but the laws of this country would not allow me to do anything useful."

Romario raises a brow, a perplexed look on his face, then from the bundle of blankets comes out a faint cry. And Romario looks and sees a baby wrapped in the blankets, blonde curls around the tiny face and eyes still closed.

"I feel like I am having a déjà vu, sister. Care to explain?"

"This is not my child. One of my sisters gave birth to this baby girl. Unfortunately she was assaulted and..."

"I understand. Did the man do anything about it?"

"He... He can't. He is of our same mantle. He has denied any involvement and unfortunately this led to... To the loss of the mother of the child."

"I see."

Romario makes a pause. "Why us however? We could do anything with this baby."

"But this wise nun knows we won't." A warm voice arrives from behind Romario. It is Dino Cavallone, the Decimo in flesh and skin and bones. He smiles at the nun. "You would like for us to take care of this baby, right?"

"Yes. Please, we would be grateful." The nun replies.

"What would the mother's family say?"

"They... Well, they didn't particularly care about the baby, or the mother. My sister... She took the vows to find a place where she belonged."

"I see." Dino turns to Romario. "What shall we say?"

"Boss, you always have a very soft heart. I will make arrangements."

And with that the nun can go back to the abbey with less weight on her shoulders. The baby is safe in Dino's arms, who is being extra careful to watch where he goes so he doesn't fall.

The next day, when Squalo drops by Villa Cavallone, he is greeted by the unusual scene of Dino making cooing sounds at a baby who is laughing and clapping her tiny hands together.

He doesn't know how to react, but the word 'cute' surely crosses his mind, although he'd be caught dead before he said anything like that out loud.

Instead he approaches Dino. "Cavallone, what the fuck are you doing?"

Dino turns to him with his brightest smile. "May I present you the baby I acquired last night?"

"Acquired? ACQUIRED??? VOOOI, WHAT THE FUCK?"

The baby doesn't seem to mind the screams at all. Dino shushes Squalo. "Shush, language. No, don't worry, it's not like that. Let me explain."

"There'd better be a fucking good explanation, you idiot!"

And Dino explains him about the nun and the actual mother of the child and then of the actual rest of the family and Squalo nods.

He is not angry, just frustrated. "You are a damn fool, Cavallone, but I guess that was what I signed for. You sappy idiot."

Dino grins. "I know, I know, I love you too. Now." Dino becomes serious all of a sudden. "I have asked to make arrangements to make it seem like I adopted this child very legally."

"You. The worst liar on the planet."

"Yes, me. Let's say I know what it means to grow up without a parent."

"Yeah, fuck. I guess you do. Voooi cut to the chase."

"Now, you are free to say no at any time, but I would like to ask you if you would like to suddenly become a parent too. With all the good will, I don't think I can make it alone, but if the answer is no I will deal."

Squalo frowns, lets out an angry noise and looks at Dino and then at the baby, who has now planted her curious still colourless eyes on the swordsman. The latter points a finger at Dino angrily. "VOOOI why do you have to be dragged in all sorts of awkward situations, you absolute tool?!"

"I know, but you know, I have a moral compass too."

"Yeah, I fucking forgot about that!"

"Listen, just hold her, then you can decide."

And Squalo sighs again and then crouches down to pick up the little girl. He knows Dino can't do this on his own. The amount of times he had been left with children unsupervised had been utter chaos - especially with Reborn in the middle.

In any case, Squalo is now holding this tiny baby girl and he looks at her perplexedly. This until this tiny baby tries holding with her tiny hands the hand where Squalo's sword is placed and flaps excitedly.

Squalo can somehow hear in his mind the words 'sword daughter' and in that moment he knows he is fucked. He places the baby back in her high chair and then sighs.

He looks straight at Dino. "You are still a sappy idiot and also the worst. Yes, whatever."

And Dino nearly jumps on Squalo. "But I am your sappy idiot! Now, I can't legally put you as 'Genitore 2', but I will be happy with whatever."

"Yeah, I know. But tonight you are NOT eating pizza."

"Aw..."

"Does this baby have a name?"

"Not yet, I was actually waiting for your opinion."

"Okay, what did you have in mind? If it's stupid I am beating you."

"Uhhh... Enrica, Lucrezia, Beatrice, Melissa, Selene, Stella, Desirée..."

"Will she have fifteen names like you do?"

Dino grimaced. "Not necessarily, come on. I don't want her to be forced to fill an entire line just to write her name."

Squalo laughs. "Oh yeah. I would like to hear you say ALL of your names Cavallone."

Dino grimaces more. "Maybe I will give her two names, with a comma in the middle. One mine, one yours."

Squalo thinks it up for a bit - it kind of seems fair now that he has agreed to Dino's whatever it is that, but at the same time two names seem a lot - he had discarded his original one after all. "Stella. Call her Stella and that's it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. I will come back later, I have now to break the news to my mother, which is gonna be a pain!"

"Not to Xanxus?"

"I don't care about that shitty boss now, he will know eventually, but be prepared for my mother."

With that Dino sighs and gives the okay to proceed to Romario.

Whatever the future is going to hold, it would be quite interesting.

[idatenjumpfanatic]

Okay fine im going to go shameless and promote my fic here

Uhhh, brief summary ig, it’s an OC-insert, Gabu’s twin sister who basically rides along the show’s canon events for the most of part 1 but adds a little spice to it.

Some of her characteristics are she’s a chaotic neutral, expressive, and very talkative despite the fact that her love languages are act of service and physical affection. She may not start fights, physical ones, but if you do you better make sure you’re ready to finish it or she will do it for you.

She goes along well with Gabu and Taiga, even so much as to join the former’s schemes, but she has her boundaries. As expected of siblings, she butt heads with them just as much.

She says she doesn’t care about what happens to Shark Tooth when things go awry but she often ends up talking them out of trouble if Taiga isn’t around.

Character sheet!

I’d post my character sketch (the full write down about the character, personality, and relationships) here but the doc it is in has my story plot/beats in there as well as some major spoilers so just have these screenshots

It’s just became my consistent headcanon that Gabu is just terrible at cooking lol

I actually made a comic abt meeting Makoto but i never got past 2 pages bc I’m terrible with dialogue but here it is. Click for better quality, but if the dialogue is really that hard to read lmk I’ll add transcriptions

And finally, the cherry on top, some sketches of Chapter 2, with absolutely no proper order of events

Yeah, this is going to be 100% platonic and familial relationships

[seven-pink-glasses]

Laughter bursts into the air as the camera turned on and faced into the apartment where three people stood doing their own things.

"Atticus, careful! I have a hot pan over there!" The man on the right, Simon Glass, called out in warning as he threw in a couple of chocolate chips into the raw dough he was holding.

"It's fine Glassy! I'm super duper careful." The pink haired person waved their hand dismissively at the former. "I'm just saying hi."

Dr Simon Glass rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to his baking. He's got a few days worth of pastry to refill in the apartment.

From behind the two of them, Abirt Kravitz smiled affectionately as he continued conversing on his phone.

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Hello hello once again! It is me again and yes, this is a whole rewrite of @that-funky-family!

I know I've remade the blog twice now but hey, they say third time's the charm right?

-Alt (@atinyladybug-daydreams)

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As usual, the rules of this blog are simple!

Any form of discrimination OUTSIDE of character will not be tolerated. In-character depends on the mod.

Tone indicators greatly appreciated

Everything slightly NSFW will be tagged under #dirty or #inappropriate (Minors don't interact with such tagged posts

Blog Status:

Asks, DMs , Submissions, blog-to-blog and muse interactions are opened

Anons are on

M!A (Magic Anon) is closed ATM.

This blog uses Recollection AU lore. (I ramble about it in @atinyladybug-art sometimes!)

Current Muses:

Dr Abirt Kravitz [Any Pronouns]

Dr Simon Glass [He/Him]

Atticus Kravitz [He/They]

Other RP Blogs I run:

@sleeping-pajamas (Dr Pajamas | Amalgam AU)

@forget-me-nots-and-heliotropes (Not-Atticus | Recollection AU)

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Toyhouse Profiles:

[sonar-fairchild]

A cat pawed at Sonar as they stood by the balcony of their home, phone in mild trembling hand. They were nervous. Of course they were. They weren't sure how their Old Man will take the news. Would he be dismissive? Carefree? Excited?

A small part of Sonar whispered that Simon would be mad but the Void Avatar just stared at it until it retreated to a darker corner of their mind. Such thoughts were unwelcomed to their space and he had to make sure they leave.

When they feel more composed again, Sonar looked down at their phone once more, staring blankly at the contact name. Next to him, a Void Cat meows and pawed at him almost reassuringly. Almost.

He took a deep breath, and pressed the call button.

[doctorwhozzat]

hand holding

Her hand always seemed to find his.

Whether she was sad, scared, excited…

It didn't matter.

The Doctor never brought it up, not minding it one bit. He often wondered if Ana knew she was holding his hand. Seemingly caught up in her own little world most times.

There were moments where she'd catch herself. Pulling her hand away instantly. A string of apologies followed. He'd tell her it was alright. The timelord could tell she still felt a sense of shame for reasons he couldn't quite decipher.

Perhaps it was fear of attachment. Something he could relate to.

His heart has been broken more times than he could count. The doctor wonders if that happened to her as well. He could see it in her eyes that Ana longed to be close.

Truth be told, it was nice to have someone's hand to hold. To give a comforting squeeze. To gently hold back.

A nice reminder that you weren't alone.

[cat-of-the-anbu]

//Drabble for @cherrypiesakurokun

The night air was cold as he was standing under the moon on a training field. The young man was up late, practicing new jutsus to attempt the jonin exam again. He had been mastering both earth and water releases as that was what he had shown an affinity for, but that was still a ways off.

The world was quiet. The moon illuminated the training field as Sakuro managed to split and raise the earth just as his sensei had taught him. He was getting closer and closer to his goal with every mastered jutsu.

Feeling the drain of exhaustion, the young man decided it was time to pack it up. When he turned to grab his bag, he saw a covered plate with a note on it.

'Don't overwork yourself. Have a snack and take a warm soak. We are learning more jutsus tomorrow.

-Yamato'

Sakuro couldn't help the smile as he munched on the provided apple slices and dango. It felt good to be believed in again.

[howlingmod]

can youu maybe do like a general request on how the phighters would react if you would randomly smother them in kisses with lipstick on EEEHEHEHE

summary - melee and ranged phighters when their s/o showers them in kisses

misc - another one of my shorter style things ... hope you don't mind !! im willing to do the support phighters if so desired just lmk ....

sword

"Hi to you too."

-He's stunned. No matter how often you do it he's just stunned. He doesn't know how to process it at all. Most times he'll just go stock still while you do it and then stare at you for a second afterward before it hits him and he just melts.

-Hides his face in his hands and mumbles something incomprehensible that he can't repeat when you ask. He just needs a few seconds to collect himself, is all.

-Returns the favor by giving you a quick peck on the cheek, grinning all the while.

skateboard

"Woah! What's the occasion?"

-He thinks it's super sweet but god does it inflate his ego. What do you mean he gets a smoking hot babe smothering him in affection? For free? Where's the catch?

-Of course, the catch is just you. ("NOT LIKE THAT. IN A GOOD WAY, LIKE 'A CATCH'. YOU'RE A CATCH. I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!") Everytime he'll make it a whole scene, lifting you up and spinning you around till you're dizzy before he sets you down and returns the favor. He loves how much attention it draws, it's just the perfect 'I love you and only you,' to him.

-If you've got lipstick on, he's giggling and grinning like an idiot afterwards. He's only a little bit heartbroken when he has to wash it off.

katana

"... Thank you."

-If he's got the mask on, he thinks it's a little silly. It's such a grand show of affection that he's usually left wondering what's got you so excited. Not that he doesn't enjoy it of course, he'll stay perfectly still so you've got enough space to do as you wish. He'll return the gesture by standing a bit closer to you, maybe leaning his forehead against yours if you're alone.

-If he doesn't, he'll usually get pretty teary eyed. It's not often he takes the mask off, even less common for him to allow your touch so freely, but he trusts you. Knowing that you can love him, that you take it upon yourself to bless his skin with your lips? It ruins him.

-Either way, he finds it extremely endearing.

banhammer

"Well, aren't you sweet?"

-He'll tease you about it endlessly. You just really can't stay off of him, can you? I mean, he doesn't blame you, he is a pretty big deal, of course you'd have such a grand way of showing your love.

-He does really enjoy it though, something about the combination of your lips on his skin and your hands on him to steady yourself makes his heart swell. He likes the physical affection of it all, how close you have to be to him. It tells him that you're not going anywhere anytime soon- not like he needed to know that.

-Though, the affirmation certainly does help, if the way he pulls you so tightly to his side tells you anything.

rocket

"What's all that for?"

-Honestly, it's a little hard to get him to stand still long enough for you to do it. He's always got something going on, he's too restless to really sit in one place doing nothing. So, he's always taken aback whenever you start smothering him in kisses.

-He's a little confused. It's sweet, sure, but he thinks of it more as you teasing him. It's such a stereotypical, over the top gesture that it usually devolves into you playfighting. The peace can't last long with him, unfortunately.

-Just know that his playfighting is his own way of returning the affection, he wouldn't go easy on just anyone like this, y'know. Plus, he just thinks its fun. He likes pushing your buttons right back.

slingshot

"Hi sweetheart."

-Honestly? Doesn't have a crazy reaction to it. Chances are that you guys have to settle for more dramatic shows of affection since he tends to be so busy at the cafe that by the time you guys do have the ability to sit down and enjoy each other, there's a lot of pent up 'i miss you' type gestures

-THAT BEING SAID: he does really love it. He thinks its so sweet and silly and it makes him feel whole again when work's drained him. He'll usually return the favor right afterwards, just to keep everything even. can't be skimping out on you, can he?

-Unfortunately you can't do it very often but every chance you do get is cherished to the fullest degree.

shuriken

"Aww! I love you too!"

-Can't stand this mother fucker he's always gotta be doing something. He lives for big showy gestures, he loves just how grand they feel. He's maybe just a little bit of an attention hog, so of course he likes the gesture that requires you to focus on him and him alone.

-Usually returns the favor but he might opt to just pick you up and spin you around instead. He likes being able to show off his love in his own way and he enjoys feeling you resting on him, you wouldn't let him pick you up if you didn't trust him to not drop you or anything. Plus, the pressure is just nice.

-He adores this habit of yours and, more often than not, whenever he sees you he'll instinctively get close and offer up his face for your attention.

scythe

"Aren't you just the sweetest little thing ..."

-Yeah she's a fan. No surprises here, the woman who likes showing you off and having proof that you're hers likes when you devote so much affection to her and leave a visible mark with lipstick. Shocking.

-Unsurprisingness aside, she really does like it. She just thinks it's adorable and it feeds into her ego. She won't do it back since she likes to keep her image up but she'll usually return it by grabbing your face and giving you one solid kiss back. It's her own way of 'confirming' the gesture and showing that it doesn't just go one way. She would hate to leave you hanging, after all.

-There may or may not be a reason she's been gifting you so many different shades of lipsticks. While she may favor cool-toned ones in the name of the cult's color palette, she doesn't mind seeing warmer ones on herself for this reason.

hyperlaser

"You're cleaning this off."

-He's got mixed feelings. On one hand it is a very sweet gesture. He knows he's not always around and he's so hot-and-cold with affection so he understands why you choose something so 'over-the-top,' he doesn't mind that. He finds it to be a pretty endearing way of you almost reaffirming your sole affections to him. It's comforting, in a sense, that he knows you can look past all his inconsistencies and still choose him.

-That being said, you might have to hold off on the lipstick. He's got a reputation to uphold and it can stick a little harder to the glass of his helmet if he doesn't clean it off right away.

-Despite his threat you are not in fact cleaning it off lmao. You are however going to sit and look pretty while he does it.

[static-x3]

-Static Blog Masterpost-

This is a Roleplay and Ask account for my (mod, @stormbreaker-290) Original Characters, Static and Morgan.

They both live together in a nice little house out in a forest roughly 20 minutes away from the nearest town.

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Static talks "Like this"

Morgan talks "Like this"

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General things and Boundaries:

Feel free to ask them just about anything!! Most things go, but try to at least keep em respectful.

Hate/rage bait asks are accepted when directed towards my characters, but only when out of love of the game (current events and angst) and not genuine hate of them.

Mod swears like a motherfucking sailor, and this is not refrained from in characters either.

There will be some nsfw suggestive/implied content. I always try to tag properly, so if you don't want to see this, kindly block the warning tags below.

I am slow. I take my time formulating responses, and appreciate not being rushed. I have things to do outside of roleplays, and my motivation can be finicky at times.

That being said, I am also forgetful. If you do think I've forgotten about an ongoing rp thread, feel free to @ me or message me a reminder, I don't bite. Usually/silly

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Static and Morgan's backstory

Official Static Playlist

Static refsheet

Morgan ref TBA

↓ More info and used tags under the cut ↓

Static is bisexual, polyamorous, and genderfluid. Their pronouns are he/she/they

Morgan is asexual, demi-panromantic, and nonbinary. His pronouns are he/they

Static and Morgan are partners in a very... non-label fitting way. It's not romantic or sexual, but they're so impeccably closer than just friends. They've lived and died together, seen the worst of eachothers hearts, and the height of their happiness. They're not definable by family, queerplatonic is close, but the best way they could possibly describe each other is "home".

Static is romantic partners with @malwaresilly (Malware and Solaris), @n0va-st3lluna, and Sirius the nursery attendant (who's blog is currently taken over Lore wise at the moment, and will be properly @-ed afterwards)

Static has a Daughter with Malware and Solaris conceived of magic, named Holo.

Morgan shares a pet Ferret named Milktoast with Scone ( @crumpet-doodles )

Static and Morgan are currently having Astraia ( @multifandomcutie13 ) stay over at their place for a prolonged period of time.

Tags:

#ooc rambles < exactly what it sounds like, used for most out of character posts

#mod draws < used along with my main's art tag, for any doodles I may post here

#mod writes < same as above but with any written drabbles I may cook up

#ask static < asks answered by Static

#rp tag < used for every roleplay

#rp tag but gayer < used for the rare instances of more explicit roleplays (if you don't want to see em, this is the tag to block)

#ask morgan < asks answered by Morgan

#static the beloved < used for just about everything Static, including asks, rps, and other related posts

#morgan the beloved < used for just about everything Morgan, including asks, rps, and other related posts

pretty much all character interactions are tagged with "#[character] beloved" or "#[character] my beloved"

When they're not, it will be either "#[character] my beloathed" or "#[character] my detested" or just the other parties character tag (< The latter doesnt mean they're necessarily hated, just not categorized yet)

...the one outlier in this is "#Titan the tolerated" . Because it's funny.

I use any content warning tags where applicable, though the most reoccurring ones are:

#tw suggestive

#tw slightly suggestive

#tw very suggestive

^ if any of these actually bother you, do yourself a favor and block those tags. you are responsible for curating your own experience, and all we can do is warn you of the contents of our content. Please don't come at me, or anyone else, over harmless rp fun that might've made you uncomfortable. The block button exists for a reason.

#tw violence

[malwaresilly]

chained

This is a precaution Solaris and N0va have if Malware starts acting irrational and signs of the killcode (prot-col) are appearing

It can take hours to days for him to finally calm from that state (depending on what triggered it)

There's been one instance where they managed to break the chains so they had to become enchanted to keep them contained

[asian-character-of-the-day]

Introduction

Current status of ask box: Closed

About me: Hi, I’m mod! I’m Vietnamese-American, and I wanted to run this account to highlight Asian characters in media and bring light to the more obscure ones! My pronouns are they/she/he.

This blog is comprised of characters I know and characters found while on Google.

Tag Directory

General notes:

characters with ANY Asian ancestry counts! However, I am only accepting characters that are canonically Asian. I hope you understand!

As a rule of thumb, if a person doesnt identify as Asian (although technically they are a part of Asia geographically), they’re not going to be added into the queue. This includes MENA and Pacific Islanders (since I’m not qualified to cover it since I’m not part of that group)

No characters from pornographic works

If you have any suggestions for characters to be featured (please say the name and franchise of the character to make it easier for me), please submit them to the ask box. Please keep small talk to a minimum if possible!

Also, for future notice please keep 1 entry per ask so it’s easier for me to check. Thank you!

Please refrain from sending requests to my DMs when the ask box is closed as they will be ignored!

Feel free to check if a character has been posted by typing their name into the tag option!

People who rq a character will remain anonymous (not tagged) when their character shows up. Suggested characters will go under the #suggested tag

(day counter only counts when post is made)

Support Palestine: https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/ and check my #gaza help tag

Why I’m not adding Miraculous Ladybug to this blog

[sleeping-pajamas]

A tag appeared next to a sleeping Pajamas which woke him up. He had an inkling suspicion on who it was from as he grabbed the note it came with.

He read the tag before falling back into his bed and turning around with a groan.

"Goddamnit, it's too early for this."

[creation-help]

STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND