#snack drabble

[eatinghammers]

Snirius headcanons #15 Socializing.

Sirius is the life of the party. He's talking to everyone and everything that moves. Severus hides in the corner counting down the minutes to when it's okay to leave.

If someone approaches Severus, he shoots a panicked look as Sirius. Sirius rarely comes to his rescue, forcing him to talk with someone. If Severus seems truly uncomfortable, hurt, etc, he won't hesitate to step in though.

Severus hates PDA. He hates holding hands in public, kissing, etc. Sirius on the other hand loves it. They've settled this by interlocking their pinkies.

Sirius knows no personal space unless someone tells him. Severus likes his personal space and distances himself from people.

Severus generally doesn't like loud sounds. Whether it be overwhelming, annoying, or startling, he doesn't like them at all. Severus has had to call Sirius a number of times to come pick him up because it was too loud. The first time, Sirius kinda poked fun over the phone until he saw how much it affected him.

Sirius is a social drinker. Severus records him to show him how stupid he was the next morning— after getting him an Advil, trashcan, water, etc.

[fromdove]

TEXTS WITH JASON TODD ! j.todd x reader

“I’ve had bullets in me that hurt less than the thought of losing you.”

— texts with jason todd x you, no warnings

© fromdove— All rights reserved. Reposting, translation, or modification of these works is strictly prohibited, regardless of whether credit is given.

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you: you didn’t text me goodnight last night jason: i was on a rooftop bleeding. you: ok but you could’ve bled and sent a heart emoji jason: i’ll try to bleed more romantically

you: i stubbed my toe jason: do we need to kill the table you: yes jason: say less

jason: text me when you're home safely you: i am home dangerously jason: stop it you: i am home lethally jason: i will physically tie you to the bed next time dont try me

you: it’s 2am. where are you jason: working you: can you not die jason: not in the plan jason (2nd text): i’ll text when i’m heading back

you: i’m not talking to you jason: you just did you: now i’m really not jason: sends photo of the food he made you you: i hate you jason: bring a fork

jason: i saw a dog wearing a sweater and thought of you you: what??? jason: it was small and angry and had those dramatic little eyes

jason: im high and im thinking of u you: how high? jason: like missin-you-and-getting-existential high

you: some guy at the bookstore was flirting with me jason: did you flirt back you: no jason: good. jason (2nd text): bookstore still standing?

jason: do you ever think about how easily i could kidnap you you: what is wrong with you jason: romantic kidnapping. the love kind. you: still not okay jason: ok but i’d make you breakfast after

you: do you miss me? jason: my kitchen’s been too quiet you: that’s not an answer jason: yeah it is

you: are you ignoring me? jason: no. just pre-scheduling the argument for when i have energy you: you’re infuriating jason: i know. you picked me.

you: i’m mad at you jason: noted you: that’s all? jason: do you want a certificate or something

jason: if you get hurt doing something dumb again you: you’ll what jason: hold you all night while i contemplate turning your phone into dust you: thats hot

you: when is it again? jason: tomorrow at 1:30 pm you: i dont like your tone jason: tomorrow at 1:30 pm my sweet angel

you: do you love me jason: yeah you: that’s it? jason: i’m still here, aren’t i

you: do you think about me when we’re not together jason: unfortunately you: … jason: that was me being sweet. don’t push it.

you: what do you want for breakfast tomorrow jason: you you: 😐 jason: okay fine eggs. jason (2nd text): but like…eggs next to you

[sapphiccup]

MDNI AND CIS MEN-> DNI

NSFW AHEAD!!!!

Pairing: Vi x reader x strap

Riding Vi’s thigh strap…

Whines fell from you supple lips, both arms wrapped around her neck to keep yourself steady. Your legs quaked, and occasionally lost balance, only to find calloused hands ready to hold you up and bury her strap into your cunt once more. Another cried out moan twists within the air. The same air filled with both of your scents combining, blood flow pumping in and out in tandem, her chest pink as she huffed out a laugh at your stuttered mess. Her legs drowned and dripped with your succulent honey. Your lake of desire. Your eyes begging for more, and more, and Vi gave and gave, only to find yourself still hungry for more of her. Your pussy craved, your eyes starved, your ears begging, and the way you gripped on her hard by hand, carnal. Your heat gripped as hard as it could as if you were being impregnated by her, as if she needed to cum into you. Rocking your hips back and forth, her large hands gripping the fat of your ass. Grunting into your ear, letting out a “you’re doing so good for me princess, swallow all of me, just like that.. fuck” Vi just enjoying the entire show, listening to you weep for her to fuck you harder on her thigh, as if this isn’t the third round of you coming to your climax of sweet bliss. “Go on, cum, I know you want to” she’d coo in your ear, your mouth slightly slacked, drooling, trailing down her back, making her moan, felining her back. Her tits rubbing against yours, “fuck, yes, yes, bite me, fuckin do it.” And you did as you were told like the good girl you are, rolling your eyes back, biting her neck, both moaning, and cumming, squirting down her legs once again.

“O-once more?” You beg and she nodded.

“Lets move to the desk.. hm? Need to pound you on my desk right now.”

A/n: literally Idk what just happened but it possessed me so hard just now. But yeah! Enjoy, dear readers.

[suguru-getos]

sugu leans against the couch, his lips are pursed and an unimpressed, rather annoyed expression plagues his otherwise close-eyed smile. he manspreads, leaning back against the couch, the position he is most used to, leaning his apples against his palm and clicking his tongue.

the reason for said annoyance, you.

well, not you exactly — your work.

you, his beloved wife, was stationed against the bed, leaned against the headboard. wearing the anti-glare glasses that he forced you to get habitual to, wearing your silly little headphones and humming. “yeah, yeah i understand, mmhm~ no but what if we could circle back on this approach once again? i just wonder—”

like an annoyed cat, he has been staring into the crevices of your soul. you know he’s gazing. his feline stare is sizing you up like the little prey you are. you don’t want to make eye contact with him right now. you know… he’s upset. but you can’t help but fight the subtle smirk you get from thinking about your dearest, beloved husband losing patience. so? you glance up, making eye contact with him, clicking your tongue and giving him a flying kiss.

suguru groans, eyes rolling back at the power of just your flying kiss alone. you really, got him wrapped around your teensy little finger. the way his heart flutters at the slightest affections from you… needs to be studied. you burst into the tiniest little chuckle at that, how alluring.

suguru waits, like a patient monk. even if it’s threading thin astronomically with every passing moment; and just when your meeting finishes, he pounces. you shriek in surprise, laughing. “oh my goodness suguru—“

he cages you in his arms, one hand quickly shoving your laptop to the side, a small bunny-like curse comes out to yank the entire device away from you and place it on your coffee table. suguru is very careful around you, you’re fragile after all. he doesn’t even want your pretty brows to scrunch looking at a ghastly curse. bunny curses, little cute puppy curses��� god knows how he found those, work as his puppets for him around you.

“finally, she has time for me.” suguru complains, nipping at your earlobe. “mm~ i always have time for you sweetheart.” you soothe, caressing his back as he peppers featherlike kisses all over your pretty face.

“lies.” he feigns anger, nipping your jaw as a faux punishment.

“mm~ not a lie, i promise.” you stand your ground, child-like naivety that he cultivated in your eyes always balming any insecurity that harbors within him.

how could he think of himself as the monster when you look at him like that?

“your working hours are making me reconsider… my old job.” he scoffs, hugging you tenderly and caging you in his arms. you lean against his chest, purring like a baby cat with a smug grin.

“oh yeah?” you chuckled, you know he’s kidding. he wouldn’t ever kill the so-called monkeys again. you’re one of them, now — they are people to be protected again, they are people who are here so people like him could take care of them. however, you alone… comprise in those people for him. he wouldn’t kill any other non-sorcerer just because… sure, but he wouldn’t harbour affections and devotions against them either. only you get that.

“i’m gonna protect them against you, and beat your ass.” you hummed, listening to his heartbeat and letting your eyes rest.

“mhm~ sure.” suguru kisses the crown of your head.

“you can beat my ass all you want once you wake up, little one.”

you just hum in a response, letting him coddle you and baby you with affection as you drift off to slumber.

[on1knee4marksmen]

Late Night Snack

★A silly little Wolverine x reader fic★

Inspired by this post that I just stumbled upon that made me laugh out loud. Can be read as both platonic and romantic :)

You stirred awake. Your eyes still fluttering open, the lull of sleep still wrapped around you like a vice, you sat up straight with a not very much coherent mumble.

For a moment, your half asleep mind started wandering: why were you awake? Had you overslept? Was this your biological clock telling you to get up, blaring the alarm in your mind? Was there something you were forgetting, something that made you restless--

You felt the dryness of your throat the moment you yawned. What followed that yawn was a frustrated groan - you were just thirsty.

Already too awake to ignore the thirst and go back to bed, yet too asleep to stand up and walk to the kitchen properly, you squinted your eyes and accepted your fate. Down the stairs it was.

With your fluffy slippers dragging over the floor, you tried to get adjusted to the lighting - or the lack thereof. Your steps down the stairs were cautious and rather funny-looking, you thought, but you couldn't care less.

And after you passed your number one enemy in the dark, aka the staircase? It was easy work.

Trying not to grumble to yourself, you were too busy thinking about your bed and its warmth to properly comprehend your surroundings. Before you knew it, you were dragging yourself into the kitchen, searching for the lightswitch and tapping it gently--

You were snapped out of your dreamy state by your own scream - there was a figure over the stove!! Eyes still adjusting to the light, you reached for the first thing you could grab a hold of from the table and lifted it up-

"Woah, woah, bub! Hey! 'S just me!"

... What.

Panic being overriden by confusion, you froze, blinking rapidly to help your eyes adjust to the lighting. And, well, sure enough, there was your so-called intruder - a hairy man with kitty-ear-like tufts in his hair, a little messier than usual, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. With hearts on them.

And it all clicked.

"Wh-- Logan!? What are you doing here in the ass crack of dawn??"

Logan himself was still startled, as he looked back at you with an expression somewhere between defensiveness and pure astonishment.

"I should be asking you that - you were just about to smash a vase on my head!"

Still shocked, you looked up towards your raised hand - and, sure enough, the vase in it. The poor flowers inside were jostled around and some water had spilled on the ground next to you.

"Well, I thought you were an intruder! Who the hell hangs out in the kitchen at 4 in the morning, in the dark, doing--

..Wait, what are you doing, actually?"

Under any other circumstance, Logan would've probably laughed. The way your tone had gone from hurt and shocked, to soft and curious was pure comedy to him. But he was just as shocked as you were.

And he was beginning to feel a little embarrassed too.

"Oh. I uuh.. I jus' got hungry," the way he mumbled those words was similar to a kid whose hand was still in the cookie jar when it got caught.

"..'M just making myself..grilled cheese.."

...Okay, now the absurdity of it all had caught up to you. Just as quickly as you had gone from startled to curious, you had made the transition between curious and amused - a soft chuckle left your lips, as a little grin tugged at your features.

"In the dark?" You teased, already moving to put the poor vase back down on the table.

If he sounded a little embarrassed before, now he looked sheepish too. "..In the dark, yeah."

He turned back to the stove, his back muscles flexing a bit, as he took hold of a pan again. Apparently the pan he was making the grilled cheese with. You stiffened a giggle at the thought.

"..My eyes don't take well to sharp adjustments in the light," you heard him mumble. He sounded calmer already, maybe even a little groggy with the way his voice was rasping. "..'s why I left the light off..

.. didn't mean to scare ya.."

With those last words of his, mumbled sheepishly, yet softly, you completely forgave him. Not that you hadn't before already, but it made you smile.

"Nah, it's okay," you replied, moving towards the counter to grab a towel and wipe the water you spilt off the floor. Aand there goes another giggle. Just the thought of it all made you smile.

"..Sorry for trying to hit you with a vase."

What you got in reply was a rather rare chuckle of Logan's - not because he doesn't laugh often, but because it's usually not as soft and light-hearted as this one. You couldn't see his face, and yet you were sure he was grinning too.

"It's alright, darlin'. 'M gonna make sure to leave a little note on the door next time I'm here. Just so you don't reach for the pan next time."

You made sure he heard your little laugh, as you got to work with drying the puddle on the tiled floor - despite the little interaction, you found yourself feeling a lot better, a lot more content with leaving your bed for a glass of water.

Comfortable silence filled you, as you finished cleaning up and occupied yourself with getting a drink. Logan's grilled cheese was also coming along well, judging by the smell that filled the kitchen.

As you went to take a seat on the table with your glass of water, you spoke up again.

"Logan?"

"Mm?"

...

"Can you make me one as well?"

[sternentreue]

Everyone talks about Lucanis' big baby cow eyes and his regular meal duty but has anyone ever thought of hungry snack raccoon Rook shooting absolutely lethal puppy eyes at Lucanis to beg him for a snack at odd hours? (It's working.)

[diam0w0nd]

Daisy | Starprince Prompt

As always, the young Sirius Black is bored. 

The summer afternoon stretches out like a restless shadow, and the grass beneath him feels warm and pliant. The world smells of wildflowers and dusty, golden sunshine. Voices rise and fall further up the hill — his classmates’ bickering, too far away to matter — so he lets his hands roam idly through the grass until they catch on a stray daisy. 

The little bloom looks impossibly pure up close, its tiny white petals fanned around a perfect yellow centre like a miniature sun. Its slender green stem looks lively and innocent between his calloused fingers. 

And without thinking, Sirius begins to pluck it apart. 

He loves me.

A petal flutters into his palm, and absurdly, the softness reminds him of a rabbit — one that might scamper through these weeds with long, twitching ears and a cute quivering nose. Exactly how Snape looks whenever Sirius strays too close, all skittish and quick to dart away. The image of those wide, cautious eyes sends a thrill up Sirius’ spine; a hunter picturing his prey. 

He loves me not. 

They are so large and dark they seem bottomless — like a doe’s, Sirius thinks. That hair, too, casts him in such a girlish air, long and lank and ink-black, forever curtaining his gloomy paleness. Hideous, really. Sirius tosses a lock of his own hair back, smug at the thought that his is silkier, shinier, much more voluminous. 

And yet, Sirius catches his gaze drifting to those stringy strands more often than he’d ever admit, wondering if they feel as greasy as they look.

He loves me. 

Then there are Snape’s hands, pale and long-fingered, forever smudged with ink and whatever nonsense Slytherins brew up in their dungeons. Almost delicate, until Sirius remembers the way they can gut fish and crush beetles without batting an eyelash. 

And oh, speaking of eyelashes, Snape’s are his most unfair feature — ridiculously long and elegant, casting dusky crescents across his cheekbones. 

He loves me not.

No matter. Even if his eyes are strangely entrancing, his entire face is simply a mess of angles and contradictions. That sharp nose — too large, too hooked — ought to ruin it entirely. And his mouth is much too thin, too often twisted into nasty remarks and haughty sneers. The way those lips part a second before one of those scathing insults slips out… Merlin, it makes Sirius want to lean in and — 

He loves me.

“Black.”

Sirius jolts, thinking at first that he’s conjured him up with his wild imagination. But Snape is actually there. He can tell without even looking, by the faint trace of damp wool and bitter herbs that follow him everywhere. 

“Mutilating weeds, are we?” drawls Snape, standing with his arms crossed and one brow arched in evident disgust. “Truly living up to your future career as a killer.”

Before the boy can come any closer — before those pesky eyes can read too much into him — Sirius tosses the daisy aside. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he replies breezily.

Snape’s brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing,” Sirius says too quickly, rubbing his hands on his robes as though to erase the evidence. His face prickles with heat. 

Snape narrows his eyes suspiciously, probably searching for the barb that never caught; some hidden insult that might explain the odd, breathless edge in Sirius’ tone. But eventually, he just huffs and turns away, robes stirring the grass like the wing of a brooding crow. 

And Sirius stays where he is, hands empty, heart knocking against his ribs. His gaze falls to the last stubborn petal clinging to the fragile stem, and his lips twitch into a smile before he can help it. 

He loves me not, he thinks, and for some reason, it feels more like a dare than an answer. 

[potatoplace]

From Scratch

💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: Making Dinner 💖

Elucien x Reader

Summary: You, Lucien, and Elain live together in a cottage on the border of Velaris, finding peace in rural life. On a warm summer evening, the three of you prepare a roast together.

Warnings: None! Unless you count smooching 😚😚

Words: 909

Author's Note: omggg I love this one so muuuch it's so cute 🥰 I think that I adore Elucien x Reader now, Elucien is such a sweet couple (but I feel like they're also horny af yknow? Luce is stiiiill an autumn male 🤭) and they both have cozy but fun vibes. I hope you guys like this one! Read it on AO3

18+ only pls

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The air was warm, with a slight breeze running through your hair as you finished up on Bessie, your sweet milking cow. Practiced hands squeezed her udders while your eyes took the opportunity to look around, searching for where your golden haired lover had taken residence in the garden. It took you until you’d put Bessie back in the pasture to spot her, buried amongst the raspberry bushes that had been bountiful in the summer heat.

You smiled as you took the milk pail into the cottage and emptied it into jugs, sealing and placing them all within the enchanted cold box. You’d skim cream from them later, once it’s cooled. Maybe you’d go into Velaris tomorrow and sell some again, along with any extra produce you’d grown. After all, there was only so much milk the three of you could drink. The three of you could go together, make a day of it.

For now though, you headed back into the summer heat, joining Elain in the garden. You peeked into her basket, eyes widening at how many berries she’d already picked.

“Good yield this year, hmm?” You commented as you kissed her cheek, grinning when she turned to place one on your lips gently.

“Mm, very. I’m almost done with these, honey, you can get started on the herbs for dinner. I was thinking we could roast some root vegetables with the chicken, so anything that would go well with them would be good,” Elain said brightly, popping a raspberry into your mouth before sending you away.

You nodded as you walked over to the much smaller, raised garden beds, each plant marked with a smooth piece of wood, it’s name carved into it. Picking the right herbs was easy, you knew by now the herb mix that the three of you had agreed was best for chicken. Hands easily pulled a head of garlic from the ground, and a sharp knife helped you harvest rosemary, sage, and thyme.

Elain was kneeling on the ground when you walked past her, noisily blowing her a kiss as she pulled a carrot from the ground, her head whipping towards you. A smile bloomed on her lips, her nose scrunching the way you loved so much, and she blew you a kiss back before returning to her task.

You’d just gotten half of the herbs chopped finely, the others set aside to stuff into the bird, and begun mixing them with butter and a small amount of olive oil when Lucien walked through the back door, a freshly butchered chicken resting in a pan. You wrinkled nose at it for a moment before reminding yourself that it’s the circle of life.

You had never quite enjoy seeing the process, though.

Lucien transferred the chicken over to the roasting pan, then washed his hands before he came up behind you as you stirred the herb butter, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “That smells delicious, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear, his lips ghosting over the expanse of your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you further into him. His sinfully soft lips pressed a line of gentle kisses to your skin, your head tilting to the side to allow him better access. He laugh seductively at that, before pulling away abruptly.

“Back to work, we don’t want the chicken to spoil,” Elain giggled as she set the basket of vegetables onto the counter. “There’s plenty of time for that later,” Elain said with a cute wink, her eyes hinting that later may come while the roast was cooking.

“Okay,” you conceded. “Luce, can you put this on the bird?” You asked, turning with the butter in your hands to face him, batting your eyelashes at him and sticking your bottom lip out. “Pleeease?”

His beautiful, russet and gold eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at you. “In exchange for a kiss, my love.”

Without wasting a moment you pressed your lips to his, loving the way you fit together so perfectly. “As though I wouldn’t kiss you every moment of every day that I’m not also kissing ‘Lainey,” you said breathlessly as you pulled away from him, enjoy the slightest hint of pink that rose to his cheeks.

The bowl changed hands and Lucien began spreading the mixture over the chicken, and you and Elain began to work on the vegetables. You scrubbed at potatoes and carrots while Elain took care of the onion, something that she always did to save your eyes, a habit that you absolutely loved about her.

The three of you worked in a comfortable silence, with Lucien bringing the roasting pan to the counter you and Elain were now chopping the carrots and potatoes at once he had finished spreading the butter over everything.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then Elain’s before he began stuffing the chicken with the herbs you’d set aside as well as a chunk of onion. As the two of you finished cutting pieces, he would place them in the pan, making the three of you a quick working machine.

Soon enough the roast went into the oven, leaving the three of you standing close together, thoughts of earlier on all of your minds.

“So… The couch?” You asked, giggling as Lucien and Elain dragged you with them to said couch in an instant.

After all, dinner wouldn’t be ready for over an hour.

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General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff @lilah-asteria @meritxellao @twismare @wrenisrad

[eatinghammers]

Snirius except Sirius is trying to win Severus over in the stupidest ways. Just being absurdly down bad for him. While James' is chasing Lily, Sirius is actively chasing Severus. Literally.

He shows up to his house in the summer, luckily his Dad's away, singing a terrible love song with flowers.

Flying class, which I suspect is pretty similar to PE, he's claiming Severus to be on his team. The marauders are absolutely admonished by his sudden interest, but somehow supportive.

There's random love notes, flowers, gifts, etc.

Severus thinks this is all one big prank on him, one he's not gonna fall for and Sirius is literally so down bad for him.

[nonymous-nb]

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"Birthday Surprise!"

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happy very.. VERY late birthday gift drabble for @lilylovesfoxs ✨

oh, and other readers can read this as well as there's no name mentioned for the [Reader]

Player was just pacing around their room, hand on their chin as they kept thinking what they could do to celebrate someone's birthday, Player couldn't help but look back at the calendar that's on the wall, in the calendar there is a specific day circled in red, indicating that a certain someone's birthday is about to start TOMORROW. This lightly stressed the Player as they couldn't think of what they could do to celebrate your birthday.. That is until an idea popped inside their head.

It will surely take a lot of begging and pleading to a certain tired green lad to agree on this.

≻────── ⋆At Your House⋆ ──────≺

It was now 3:56 o'clock in the morning, you should definitely sleep and stop reading some fanfics this late— and not to mention.. it was now your birthday! You think of making a little trip somewhere, but you don't know where. You hummed to yourself as you laid back down onto your bed to get some rest, you'll think about where you're going tomorrow.

As you drifted off and try to get some sleep as the time began to tick..

3:57..

3:58...

3:59....

..

4:00.

You heard a knock on your living room's door, thinking that it's just some random guy try'na sell his stuffs, you then adjusted yourself into your blanket as you turn to the side trying to chase your sleep, this time the person then decided to knock louder. You paid it no mind as you fully cover yourself into your blanket, it seems like the person gave up.. or did they?

*BANG, BANG, BANG.*

Those loud bangs then shook you back awake as you sit up on your bed with a tired and irritated look, you swore you're gonna smack whoever this person is that is banging onto your door at 4am. You then went to the living room to tell the person to KINDLY leave you be until you opened the door and your sour mood lightly lightened up.

"Ohh, Playerrr., what's up?" You yawned mid sentence covering your mouth in the process as you look back at Player who then brightened up and fastly signed something with their hands, you guessed that they're excited about something. Player continued to sign until they realized you don't know what they were signing and huffed that until they took your hand as they quickly dragged you out of your house. "W-waIT! Player, I'm in my pajamas!? And my house!" Player then stopped on their tracks and lets you go before they went to your front door and closed it as they run back up to you and continued to drag you. "Where are you taking me this early? Wait, is it the usual errand??" You asked Player as they continue to drag you to a certain convenience store, surprisingly, it was closed.

"Wait, it's closed now—" You thought you guys were gonna stop by in front of the store and maaaybe lay a few pranks again, but not today as the store is closed shut. Yet instead of stopping there Player continued to drag you until the very back of the store, they then let you go. "Wait a dang minute, Player.. we are NOT breaking in. You DO remember what Cashier did to us last week when we tried to go in, right??" You lightly shook your hands in front of you, not finding this idea amusing at all.. well, maybe a liiittle bit, BUT you don't want to get back on the Cashier's bad side, oh, never again after THAT one time where he finally snapped.

Player just rolled their eyes as you continued your speech on how Cashier might do something worst than making you both a hanging decoration for his store like last week, Player then physically shivered as they remembered that but shook their head then making an 'X' sign with his arms, indicating that, that isn't gonna to the both of you right now. "Are you certain?" You gave Player a narrowed look as they nodded, you sighed as it looks like there's nothing gonna stop Player from going in the closed store. "Fine, if we get in trouble, you owe me 200 bux." Player gave you a face as if you've grown 2 or 3 more eyes onto your face, but nevertheless they motioned for you to walk in first— "What do you mean I walk in first?!" You whisperedly hissed out at Player, is this where you'll experience your [number] betrayal?? Player, then again, shook their head as they began to give out angry hums at you and motioning you to go inside.

"If we really do get in trouble, you now owe me 250 bux." Player rolled their eyes as they then again motioned you to get inside. You on the other hand could feel yourself sweat as you grip the store's door handle. 'Welp, time to die on my birthday!' You thought to yourself as you opened the door the room was dark as you expected, you couldn't see anything as you step inside the lights then flicker open giving you a jumpscare and hear loud 2 pops that made the area rain confetti— wait confettis?? You then inspected the room as there is a group of people you knew all too well.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"

They all cheered loudly, except for Cashier who is currently leaning back onto the back up shelves to make room for the party that a certain troublemaker planned. You were awestruck at the scene before you as Player jumped onto your back making you lose balance a bit before you felt something getting placed on your head. "..You planned this? For me?" Man, you're getting emotional. Player nodded with a very wide and happy grin, Player then took off their iconic hat to wear a party hat as they took out a party horn and blew on it.

It kind of reminds you of a certain someone but shrugged it of. Enjoying the party.

..This was probably the best birthday surprise ever.

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As the party went on Cashier went to Player as if they're forgetting something as the Cashier coughed onto his fist. Player let out a light jolt before looking at the side to Cashier. "Hopefully you stick to our deal, kiddo." The Cashier tiredly but sternly said to the Player as he doesn't just do this randomly. The Player then signed with their hands with a pout. 'I knoww! I'll be helping you around the store for a month, make sure not to steal, and to clean the store spotless..' Player then finished signing as the Cashier nodded, quite pleased. "Mhm, pleasure doing business with ya too, kid." Player will definitely drag you into this.

[bleue-flora]

Lady Goose (@goosecantspell) of Tumblr, it is my honor to present thee with c!Punz and mermaid c!Dream in this mermay drabble for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange.

“You look the part now.”

Dream’s gaze turns away from the sky to Punz, “What?”

“Ariel. You have the long red hair—now you actually look like a Disney princess.” Punz explains, trying to soothe the pit in his stomach from the scars and blood tinged hair.

A smile stretches across Dream’s face as he pats the chirping dolphin next to him, rubbing its nose against his hand.

“See they agree.” Punz adds, watching as the world seems to embrace Dream, the sun kissing his skin, the water hugging his fin, the sea creatures surrounding him with affection.

They missed him.

[my-plot-thots]

One of my constantly reoccurring thoughts over the years is a Harry Potter plot. Yeah, yeah. Hear me out.

Little Lion raised by snakes.

Literally.

Harry Potter, at a young age, has accidental magic. He already has a problem with being kept in a small cupboard and treated like an animal. One day, his accidental magic acts up. He wants to escape. Wants to be smaller so he can hide or escape or scratch and attack back. And suddenly, the world is a whole lot bigger, and he is a whole lot smaller and uncle is looking down on him in shock and rage. So he runs.

Surely he will transform back at some point. Right?

Wrong.

He is hiding, just a small black kitten on the streets. There is so much danger at every turn. He forages and hunts, and that’s how he comes across his family. Someone who can speak to him. The other animals don’t make sense, but he happens upon a snake, and the snake seems pleasantly surprised that he is what it calls a speaker.

Years pass, and he gets a little bigger, but not by much for a cat. And he is still stuck as a kitten. He has learned from the snakes how to hunt, how to survive, and eventually finds out about a secret place where funny looking humans exist, and they have funny looking creatures that they keep. Harry quickly learns to stay on the safe side and avoid the owls, since he looks like a bite sized snack to them, just like the snakes warn him about. But he slowly comes to realize that perhaps, with some of these odd people’s help, he may be able to transform into a person again! It’s been so many years, part of him has begun to forget what it was like to have two legs and hands and to speak human speech instead of the language of hissing snakes.

And the people here, with the funny hats and odd dress ,seem to like him as a black cat, rather than condemn him as a bad omen like they do elsewhere. Some even try to keep him, calling him a ‘familiar’ or some such. He is quick to escape the overly grabby humans.

It’s during one such trip where he is exploring areas in this new and separate world from what he had known, that he ends up in a place where the street sign reads ‘Nocturne Alley.’ There are a lot more spiders to pounce on, but also a lot more suspicious looking people, a few of the nastier ones try to shoot lights at him with vicious sneers and laughter.

It’s while he is hiding under an empty crate after a particularly vicious attack that he hears her voice. Clearly she doesn’t know he can hear what she is saying. Hissing about what a delectable snack he will make as she slithers closer. Talking about squeezing him and enjoying his struggle before she bites him. It’s just as he is turning around to tell her off that he realizes just how BIG the owner of that voice is! Sure, many things are big compared to a kitten, but she is bigger than all of the much more common snakes that he has seen before. She is probably bigger than he is if he ever turned human again!

She doesn’t seem to care that he noticed her, probably because he is in striking distance even if he decided to run. And he has seen snakes striking speed. And her jaw is definitely big enough to end his already far too long and miserable existence.

He does his best, using his knowledge of the pride of snakes from those he has known in the past to charm her. To praise her beauty and size and intelligence. Speaking to her about how he is much too unworthy of a meal for one of her magnificence and beauty. Talks about how he is but a poor, orphaned kitten that has lived on the streets, and no doubt has diseases that would upset her stomach while digesting him. He offers to hunt for her, and bring her only the best treats he can steal from the stupid humans to pay tribute to her. This silences her as she watches him, and he hopes against hope that he has charmed her as he slowly steps back, only to realize that she, while he was talking, has completely encircled him with her long, thick body. To the point he won’t be able to escape with how little room under the container there is, and how thick her coiled body is.

It is just as he has resigned himself to his fate that the creature states that she already had an unusual hatchling, but he is grown, and boring, and doesn’t seem to appreciate her greatness like he should anymore. He will surely regret not paying her any interest when she replaces him with a new hatchling. Not to mention her old hatchling is much larger and able to protect itself, while Harry is small and pitiful and weak. And if it ever decided to leave her or replace her as his queen, she could easily eat him for his insolence.

Harry, rather terrified, agrees to become her hatchling and follow her back to her nest where her other, grown and rather ungrateful hatchling resides.

A hatchling that, he learns, is a human. A human that is arguing with other ‘lesser’ humans (as his new den mother informs him). And is honestly sort of terrifying. He decides quickly that he probably shouldn’t let this human know of his speaking skills until he can trust it, and his snake, not to kill him. After all, some of the things he just heard him talking to those other humans about he probably wasn’t meant to understand. And if he were to find out Harry were also a human stuck as a kitten… he’s probably as good as dead.

Meanwhile, Tom Riddle is somewhat annoyed by his snake, who seems to have brought her snack home with her and has decided to toy with her food rather than eat it. The kitten looks ragged and rather unappetizing and quite honestly petrified with fear. Which is somewhat amusing. Nagini, clearly trying to make him jealous, announces that she found a better hatchling that actually recognizes her beauty and strength. It’s cute, so he plays along and listens to her while the kitten tries to slowly escape before her coils wrap around it and nearly cover it till it lets out the most adorable panicked mew.

He decides to get the kitten the best food, and find a good cleaning charm for pets. At least when she decides to eat the creature she won’t get too sick and will actually be provided with some nutrition. He tells her as much, speaking with her indulgently. It’s rather odd how the kitten clearly starts acting more and more terrified as he speaks. Almost as if it knows what he is saying. Which is silly. It’s just some silly little black cat. Too young to be a predator yet. Just the right size to be prey. He much prefers the feel of smooth scales beneath his fingers, but he can see himself enjoying the kitten fur while it lasts. However long that may be.

Meanwhile, Harry is terrified. But he is sure that if he sticks around in this place long enough, he may learn a few things about this magical world. Specifically, he may find out how to transform back into his human body! If such a thing is even possible. It just kind of stinks that the first human he has ever met that might somewhat understand him he can’t even consider asking for help. Because he has a strong suspicion this human doesn’t like surprises. And the more he stays (the kitten food is amazing and the best stuff he has eaten in a long time. Along with what scraps he steals from the human), the more of the man’s plans for world domination he learns. And people don’t just walk away from finding out stuff like that. Perhaps it’s for the best he stays a kitten.

Idk when or how Harry eventually transforms. All I know is when he does, he is still scrawny, but much bigger than he was. Almost an adult size. Was he stuck as a cat for that long? His speech patterns are odd. It’s hard for him to speak human language because he has become so accustomed to snake language, and when he does remember to speak people, he is much more blunt and to the point and unsettling to normal human speakers. Snake speakers are much more simple to converse with considering he was raised by them.

Meanwhile, Tom is beside himself because he has been housing his enemy that he assumed was dead and created reforms because of for quite some time. After all, if he couldn’t kill the brat, how dare some muggles be the reason his equal died?! How can he just announce to the wizarding world and his followers that the kid who’s death he created his platform on to rebuild himself as a dark lord is alive and was chasing butterflies in a field as a cat for most of his formative years!? And the level of latent magic this kid had to maintain an accidental animal transformation for that many years because he felt unsafe to turn back is outrageous! How does this oblivious little Lion exist, much less how did he survive to his magical majority?!

[ya-zz]

Ramattra Drabble

You came home with bags full of groceries, instantly heading to the kitchen to put everything away when you feel a set of hands snake around your front.

“Welcome home.” Ramattra presses his face against your ear, a slight vibration tickling you.

You lean against him, a soft smile gracing your lips. “Hey, how was work?”

He hums, pulling you flush against him. “The usual. Did you get everything you needed?” The omnic looks down to the various bags that litter the countertops.

You let out a small sigh. “I did-“

“I hear a ‘but’ coming.”

“But, if you would’ve kindly let me finish,” you turn around in his arms, hands roaming up his chest. “They no longer sell those waffles I love.”

“What a tragedy.” Ramattra chuckles.

“It is!” You playfully tap his chest. “They were my favourite.”

“I am certain you can live without them.” He states, tone a low frequency.

“That isn’t the point.” You huff before Ramattra presses his faceplate against your cheek. “You’re all lovey-dovey. What did you do?”

“I have not done anything.” He tilts his head as he pulls back, though in his mind, he can't wait much longer.

You hum, not entirely believing his words. This didn't feel right. He wasn't usually this close with you unless he had done something wrong or required something...

Or his systems were on the fritz...

The omnic turns the subject quickly, a silent heat burning through his wires. “Let me help you unpack.”

—

KOFI

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

every night a complex but completely unwritten fanfic plays in my head and increasingly lately I've been like "you know I have this thing SO fleshed out I should write it for real. man I keep thinking of these awesome sentences, they would be such raw-ass lines. tomorrow I should actually try writing some of it"

and then I don't do that

[strykingfats]

"Hnnff... gotta make it to my room.... Hnnff... before I- Before I-" Louvel whined as he felt his poor FUPA rubbing against his belly which only made the buried treasure underneath the apron of adipose grow firm and slicked with pre... which was only worsening with every step he took... sweat forming across his fat body, dribbling down onto the floor, his heart racing as he tries to will himself to take another step..... "Hooooooooghhh... Mnnnhhh... have to take another few steps..so I can... relieve myself...." He said to himself with a whine, however... this was the result of himself getting turned on... therefore he needs to live with it.

Finally, he would take another few steps, releasing a gasping moan followed by a shudder feeling his wobbling belly brush against his Fupa even more as sparks flew down his back... oh no... just one more.. and that could be it... "Haaaaahhhnnn! Oh no... Im too close... I have to....." He whined, which he had to will himself... he was just a few meters from the door to his room... and he needed to get there no matter what. Which he bit his lip....closing his eyes with worry and then re-opening them with determination. As he waddled as quickly as he could, sparks flying down his back as his member was throbbing as he released moan after moan and gasp after gasp until he was in his room... which he still waddled the pressure in his FUPA already going wild...

and finally when he got to his bed...

"Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" Louvel would release a cry of pleasure feeling the release of his member and cream rolling down his thick tree trunk thighs as he panted and fell backwards onto his bed....

Looks like he has to take care of this.. unless if someone is willing to clean him up a bit... after all he has all the time in the world.

[milkman-zahhak]

^^^

(full quality image: here )

Okay I didn't actually make it a comic, because I'm getting tired of working on this. It's been 3 months of nothing but this fucking drawing, so this is what you're getting.

The dialogue that would have went with it is in the original post if you're curious, hehe.