#stitches!hc

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Eddie obviously knows how to sew (hes not only dirt-poor living off of a single consistent paycheck and whatever he earns selling drugs, but hes also a punk- theres no way he DOESNT know how to sew), but steve most definitely does. not. one of his shirts get a hole and he throws it out.

When eddie first witnesses this, hes fucking MORTIFIED and ends up digging a t-shirt out of the trash and sewing the hole closed and fixing the loose stitching on the hem and gives steve a lecture about not wasting fabric and money.

And from then on, steve just shows up at the munson household every now and then with various clothes in his arms, asking eddie to fix them for him.

[taylorrrbig]

grown men playing around.....

Stills ^_^ bc i took so much time on them

[cats-obsessions]

Durge and Gortash progressively playing a game of chicken as their relationship progresses where they continuously do vaguely threatening yet innocent gestures to test each other’s (dis)trust. It starts with something simple like Gortash placing his hand on Durge’s shoulder near their neck. He just wants to see the Bhaalspawn squirm, he justifies. Of course, Durge plays along- they won’t show weakness. So, it becomes a game. They do things like playing with a dagger while they talk, cutting the loose thread off each others’ shirt collar, bringing each other food or drinks with no guarantee it’s not poisoned, Durge insisting on shaving Gortash’s quickly growing beard for him after too many long nights planning. In the end, it just becomes habit, and they’ve just tricked themselves into allowing this intense domestic affection, allowing vulnerability and showing unquestioned trust. Oops. They still think it’s edgy though. Anyone else who sees it thinks they’re just married.

[jerichomadden1]

The new impossible Minecraft ep was hilarious- death loop included

I obviously had to draw crazy Grian bc why not :)

[qyuubu]

more homicipher human au hcs for the other characters (the ones in the hospital w human! mr. crawling)

mr. silvair

he’s a research assistant at a very low-key, borderline abandoned hospital. he likes doing crazy experiments during his downtime, so he didn’t want to study at a top-class hospital with high demands.

he wears a lab coat and tinted safety goggles at all times, hiding and protecting his eyes.

he’s not a paranormal enthusiast like mr. scarletella, but he does keep up with the news. he’s personally very fascinated at the increase of dead bodies around the area. helps with his research.

he’d love to get a hold of a real monster one day. not for any noble reason like handing them over to authorities, but to experiment on them.

lo and behold, one of the patients in the hospital, mr. crawling, brings in someone who looks suspiciously like the serial killer wanted by the police at the moment. how exciting.

mr. chopped

a cheerful patient from the hospital. he’s paralyzed from the neck down due to a series of incidents. he’s only alive due to the results of mr. silvair’s unethical medical technology.

while he’s a little insecure about needing help from mr. silvair and other medical staff, he remains pretty positive about his situation.

since he can’t move much, he’s very particular with the things he can do to himself, like getting a haircut. it makes him feel a lot better.

enthusiastic about the mc’s arrival. if you help assist him, like feeding him or even combing his hair. he’ll be eternally grateful.

he especially enjoys it when he’s being wheeled around on his special wheelchair. he’s also pretty well versed around the area, so he can tell you where things are if mr. crawling isn’t already helping.

mr. stitch

he actually works at the hospital. but because that hospital literally has no standards, he gets away with doing stupid stuff like pranking the patients and sneaking in funny toys to kill his boredom.

he looks like a patient despite actually being a staff member bc he’s gotten several skin grafts through the years. what can i say? he’s a reckless guy.

he often bothers mr. crawling, but mr. stitch thinks they’re friends.

he’s actually quite lonely. a lot of his old friends in school shunned him because his pranks went too far. he just wants to make people laugh…

so when the monster!mc enjoys his pranks, he tries his best to come up with crazier ones to get her to laugh some more.

he thinks she’s really fun and believes he found a like-minded spirit in her.

but when he does pull the crazy bus prank on her, mr. crawling goes ballistic. mr. crawling wasn’t all that bothered by mr. stitch up until he decided to mess with the mc.

the incident leaves him with the need for another skin graft. this time, courtesy of mr. silvair.

other human au hcs for more context:

[pincushionx]

My favorite lab animal

[nitemurr]

My C!Tommy design through the dsmp‼️ this poor traumatised teen is so fun to draw being miserable

[my-name-is-apollo]

You know, reading the Orphic fragments...for a god who is basically absent from Dionysus' childhood, Apollo was much more involved in Zagreus' life.

Apparently, Apollo was appointed to guard Zagreus and he tried stopping the child from going to the Titans. After the Titans tore him apart, Apollo either buried his body parts in Delphi, or in other versions he just put Zagreus back together.

You'd think he'd be interested in having a hand in Dionysus' upbringing too, but no. The explanation I came to with in my head is that he was either too traumatized with the Zagreus incident, or he didn't get involved in order to keep Dionysus on a low profile.

[stitched-mouth]

could you please do nsfw hc with Larry?? ( if not totally understandable) I feel like I’m making you uncomfortable lol

-👻

Having Sex With Larry Johnson Includes…

Pairing: Larry Johnson x GN! Reader.

Summary: Larry Johnson nsfw headcannons.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Established relationship OR friends with benefits, Choking, Edging, Creampie kink, Rimming, I think I missed something - let me know if I did.

Writing Time: 15 minutes.

Word Count: ?

Format: Headcannons.

A/N:

Of course not anon! You’re not making me uncomfortable with this request at all. I’m pretty much up for any nsfw requests, as long as it doesn’t involve minors or animals. And yeah Larry started out in the game as a minor but it finished with him as an adult. So I’m comfortable, I’m not aging him up here since he is now an adult canonly.

I do hc Larry as trans masculine, but I didn’t include that here before I’m not sure if anon wanted that.

Enjoy!

• Larry is definitely a gentleman in the bedroom.

• But that doesn’t mean he isn’t a tease.

• This man loves to tease and edge you.

• But he’s still a gentleman, so don’t worry, you’ll get your orgasm before it kills you.

• Scream his name and he’s officially your bitch.

• Larry also doesn’t mind being the sub.

• But I think you’ll have to have sex a few times before he’s completely comfortable being so vulnerable.

• He’s definitely a womaniser so I wouldn’t be surprised if y’all had sex on the first date.

• Larry has definitely had a few flings or FWB, so I’d say he’s pretty experienced.

• Larry has two favourite kinks: Creampie and Edging.

• He definitely won’t creampie you without you encouraging him though.

• I had trouble deciding this one, but I think Larry smells really good.

• Like so good it turns others on.

• I had trouble deciding this one because he looks like a wet boy.

• But there are definitely guys out there who LOOK like they haven’t showered in years, but once you get a smell you’ll know that isn’t true.

• Larry is into rimming, because I said so.

• Sticking your tongue up his ass is another easy way to make him your bitch.

• It might take a while for him to tell you that he likes rimming though, you might have to make clear to him you have kinks too first.

• And Larry is up to try almost anything, as long as it doesn’t hurt you or him.

• Like blood or knife play is a no.

• But choking, WITH A SAFE WORD/SYSTEM AND PRIOR VERBAL CONSENT, he’s down for.

• And if he’s choking you, you’ll have tell him repeatedly to actually choke you or else he’ll just gently have his hand around your throat, not actually choking you.

• Consent means a lot to him.

• So I can’t see him roleplay something with non-con or dubious con either.

• If you are into this kind of stuff, don’t worry, he’ll make it up to you.

• Libido? I’d say above average.

• But he’s still more than happy to go at your pace.

• Size? Also above average. You’ve seen his nose right? Think of that.

[ssylverr]

imma just. put this here

@justtheclippy

[ohana-means-quoting-incorrectly]

Pleakley, in denial: I'm as straight as any of you.

Nani, a bisexual: …

Jumba, a pansexual: …

[Jumba and Nani both silently look away]

[stitch-away]

coming out in a wholefoods

pairing: cis lucien de leon flores x trans male reader

summary: you see your ex who left you pregnant ten years ago at a wholefoods, the only thing is you've changed

tags: awkward coming out, angst but with a hopeful ending, lucien was a dick but he's trying, misgendering, deadnaming

word count: 1.1k

a/n: not same ex mentioned in the movie. arturo doesn’t exactly translate to bear but it’s associated. i’ll probably write a follow up to this later where lucien and the reader have make up sex <3

pride month masterlist

you didn’t think you’d be seeing lucien today. not here. not anywhere. not ever again. you’re not entirely sure if you want to be seeing him right now, especially not with your son next you. but it’s too late. he’s seen you. this is really not the conversation you want to be having in the middle of a Whole Foods. you kind of hope he doesn’t recognise you, but you can tell immediately that he does. he has a look of confusion on his face as he pushes past the other shoppers to reach you. you tug at your son’s arm, trying to get to the checkout quicker but it’s no use. the line is too long and lucien’s too fast.

“marí?” you cringe when he says that name. you remember all the times he’s said it before; through smugness, desperation, lustful moans, and through the phone, telling you that it’s over. 

“th-that’s not my name,” you say, struggling to look him in the eye. your son hugs on to your leg as you run his fingers through his hair. you can see him staring up at lucien with curiosity. 

“maría, no?” lucien frowns, a little confused, “i mean, you look… different but that’s your name. i would know, all things considered.” you shake your head and tell him your real name.

“it’s been 10 years, lucien,” you sigh, “things change. i’ve changed. i highly doubt you have.” it finally clicks in lucien’s brain, you can see something in his eyes change.

“so you’re a man now?” lucien asks, pulling out a cigarette.

“yes,” you say, a little on edge about having this conversation in front of so many strangers, “and don’t you dare light that in front of my son.” lucien pauses, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and putting it back. 

“you’re son?” his face falls as he looks down at the child, “how old is he?”

“10,” you say bluntly. lucien groans, rubbing his face with his hands.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says, staring at your son with disbelief. 

“don’t speak like that in front of my son.”

“our son,” lucien says, his voice becoming louder for a moment, “you never cheated on me did you?”

“no, because i’m not an asshole, like you,” you snap, covering your son’s ears. 

“hey! i never cheated on you,” lucien snaps back, “don’t you ever imply that i did!” neither of you were quiet yelling but the people around you were noticing the tension between you two.

“oh, okay,” you know you’re making a scene but you’ve been living with this hurt for 10 years, it had to come out. “so you draw the line at cheating but dumping your pregnant partner over the phone and then ghosting them completely, that’s acceptable?” 

“that’s not fair,” he mutters, pointing a finger at your chest, “i didn’t know you were pregnant.”

“would that have changed your decision?” lucien’s hand drops and he takes a step back. you both know the answer to that question, even if lucien was too much of a coward to admit it.

the line for the checkout has shrunk and you next up. you guide your son towards the conveyor belt and pass him one of the shopping bags.

“i have to pay for my groceries,” you say, bluntly, “nice seeing you, lucien.” before he can stop you, you’re loading up the conveyor belt and talking to the cashier, ignoring him completely. 

he swears under his breath, looking into his shopping bag, seeing the bottle of wine he’d grabbed. he quickly pays for it and heads outside. he pulls out the cigarette he had put away, taking it in his lips and lighting it. he takes a deep drag as he waits for you to exit. 

with bags in one hand and your son’s hand in the other, you head out to the car. you spot lucien waiting with a half smoked cigarette for you on the curb. 

“i’m not in the mood, lucien,” you say, hurrying over to your car. you open the boot and place the grocery bags inside before turning back to lucien who’s standing next to you now. “what did i say about smoking in front of my son.” lucien drops the cigarette and stomps it out.

“will you at least tell me his name?” he asks, his voice low with desperation. you pick you son up in your arms and sigh at lucien.

“arturo,” you say, “meaning bear.” lucien smiles a little, bringing a hand up to gently brush arturo’s cheek. he can so much of you and so much of himself in the boy. he’s undoubtedly his.

“you always loved your bears,” lucien chuckles, nostalgia clear in his voice, “i remember you calling me your osito.” 

“osito gordo,” you can’t help but smile at the memories of you two together. back when you were happy. before lucien ruined everything. 

“ay, osito gordo,” lucien chuckes, turning back to arturo, “your mami was so silly back in the day.” you tense as he misgenders you and he notices.

“mierda– lo siento,” he mutters, rubbing his nose, “i mean, your papi was so silly back in the day. sorry. i’m not used to this.”

“it’s fine,” you sigh, “you haven’t seen me in 10 years. you’re not gonna get it straight away.” lucien simply nods, staring down at the cracked concrete beneath him. 

“would you give me a chance to get it?” lucien asks, looking back up to you, “to get to know you again? to be there for… my son?” he looks at you with those sad brown eyes, those eyes that always got to you, no matter how much you hated him. you’ve seen those eyes every day since he left, in the eyes of your son. a constant bittersweet reminder of your love lost. 

“i don’t know, lucien,” you say honestly, “i don’t want to confuse arturo– and letting you back in after everything you did is not that easy.”

“i know, i know,” lucien sighs, “just please. he’s my son too. i know i messed up, but i wanna fix this. please let me fix it.” 

you look at arturo, in those eyes that look so much like lucien’s. he doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. 

“fine,” you sigh, “i’ll let you try and fix this. for our son. but if you slip up, even once, the opportunity is gone. got it?” lucien nods, a small smile on his lips.

“got it,” he says, reaching out to rub arturo’s shoulder, “i promise i won’t mess this up this time. how about a date?” you scoff, slightly amused by the request.

“don’t push your luck, lucien.”

“can you blame me for trying?”

“no, i guess i can’t.”

♡♡♡♡

tags: @perezososstuff @alfiestreacle (adding @mushgloomz bc that's their man)

[p4percutz]

liu doodle

this was supposed to be a ticciliu drawing but i couldn't draw toby for some reason eeermm...

[sharp-silver4795]

Liu rushes in the house, covered in blood, dragging it behind him, visibly pissed.

He doesn’t even take his shoes off before barging in. He’s got blood on every part of him. Up his sleeves, dripping off the bottom of his boots, smeared across his chin and cheek, hands soiled in it, jeans ripped and knees exposed. He nearly rips his scarf off and drops his coat instead of hanging it up or putting it near the laundry room. He just leaves it a crumpled heap less than a metre away from his door.

Jack, who was packing his bag to go on a hunt, notices the strong scent of that copper red blood before Liu even gets in the house. But it’s… different. It’s odd.

The door to the bedroom swings open with a slam as it hits the wall. Liu is dangerously angry. But Jack can tell… there’s something wrong. He can’t quite place it.

Liu marches to their lover, wraps their arms around its neck and pushes its head closer to them into a kiss so quickly that EJ doesn’t know what to do. It’s aggressive. It’s angry. It’s pure frustration.

That’s when it clicks. After the heated make out session, Liu doesn’t waste time telling Jack to take off his clothes in a tone that would have most people running.

Instead the demon wraps its arms around his waist and pulls him closer to his chest. “Why don’t you tell me what happened first?” It wasn’t a question, but it was frased like one. “It doesn’t fucking matter. I just need to calm down.” Jack looks at her with a hard glare that said ‘I know that’s not true.’

EJ sighs, “If you just went on a spree, you shouldn’t still be mad. That’s how you let loose if you don’t turn into an animal and take it out in bed.”

The look back tells him everything. That odd smell. The blood. He leans down to whisper in their ear, “you and I both know that most of that blood…” he pulled Liu tighter, holding his hands to his sides, “is yours.”

He jerks. Jack is holding him in place, ready for the reaction. Liu is known to be rash and hostile when he’s been pushed too far. It has so many questions. What set them off? What happened to make him so fucking bloody?

Eventually, Liu’s thrashing and drying blood give the demon a horrible smell- not because the smell itself is bad, but because of what it means…

Epinephrine.

Known to most as adrenaline.

It looks around to the closet on Liu’s side of the bed. It knows there’s medical supplies. Liu hates the infirmary. If Jack can just slow him down for a few seconds, it’ll be able to patch him up before he passes the fuck out.

It holds Liu as tightly as it can trying to hold her still. “Ow! Ow.” Its grip loosens, “where are your wounds?”

“What fucking wounds?”

Liu… why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?! Just put your damn pride aside so I can help you.

It decides to tug him towards the closet, and grabs the medical bag and lays them flat. “What the fuck are you doing??” No response. He merely starts cutting their shirt off, holding their hands gently. He slowly pulls the two halves of her shirt off and finds 3 lacerations on their torso. They go pretty deep, too. Liu is cussing, kicking, and everything in between, insisting he’s fine and that nothing happened.

Jack doesn’t listen, just keeps caring for the wounds.

The two have been through this so many times: Liu being angry that his killing spree goes wrong or he gets hurt, and denies help because his pride has been wounded more than his body. Jack holds him while they fix her up. Eventually, it all ends the same…

One of the wounds is packed, another just needed bandaging, and EJ’s working on sutures for the first one. Liu has stopped fighting them, merely looking at them with their jaw locked and teeth grinding together.

She’s trying to look like she’s mad and, to most people, she would succeed. But Jack knows better. Once the suture on the first one is done, it leans forward and kisses them gently, then continues.

“This is gonna sting,” it says while it puts alcohol on a rag, “alright?” It slowly counts to let Liu know how long he’s gonna be touching the wound for: “one… two.. three… four… and five. Done with that for now, good job. Thanks for sittin still for me.” He’s got Liu’s hand on his thigh the whole time, grounding him, reminding them that their demon loves him oh so much.

“Ok, look at the ceiling.” He turns to grab prep a new needle, “look up. It’s important.” Liu stares at the ceiling fan, mildly confused. “Ok, it’s gonna pinch and run, understand?” Oh he does. He understands completely.

Their eyes squeeze shut as the needle breaks the skin. The biggest downside of refusing to go to the infirmary… no numbing or anaesthetics.

It feels like getting rope burn from the inside. EJ works fast, they’ve done enough sutures to probably do it with his eyes closed. But they work even faster, not wanting it to last too long.

Liu’s grimace and hisses of pain are met with soothing words: “hey, it’s almost over… just a bit more… you’re doing so good… I’m so proud of you, hun…”

She’s caught off guard when they feel a cool towel on her abdomen, “see? Done. You did so so good. You did a great job.” At this point, tears are already falling from their eyes. “You got one more here, then I’m gonna check everywhere else. Ok?”

The stiff nod has Jack planting a kiss on their head. It repeats the process on the other wound.

“Are there any others?”

Liu keeps his face stiff and refuses to respond

“Liu?” It isn’t really a question, entirely. It’s more of a half-scold-half-question.

She tries to sit up, only for Jack to press his large hand flat against her chest to push her down. “I need to sit up.”

“No you don’t.”

“I need to take my pants off. I don’t want you to cut them.”

It’s stuck. It doesn’t want Liu to hurt themself, bring back any bad memories, or cut their-likely last pair with how often he cuts himself or gets injured- jeans.

He looks down at their legs. No blood going through the cloth. Probably not anything deep.

He lets them sit up to pull off their belt and pull their jeans down. Jack gently pushes her back down, seeing the nasty gash on her thigh, and starts bandaging the wound.

Once it’s clean and wrapped, it notices blood dripping down from underneath their boxers, and looks up at Liu for answers.

“The bitch got my hip.” The sit up again to pull them to their knees, and let Jack work on the wound.

It’s surprisingly deep. It’s not sure if it should use stitches or bandages. It goes for the latter option, hoping that will work.

***

Once he’s got her bandaged, cleaned, clothed, and wrapped up tight, Jack takes him to the bed.

“Are we finally gonna fuck now?” Liu whines, not entirely serious. Jack taps his nose with a claw, “no.”

Liu laughs lightly and snuggles up to his demon. EJ pets their hair, holding them close.

It knows he’s not gonna learn his lesson, but maybe Jack can gaslight himself enough to believe it.

[the-travelling-witch]

i’ve seen @mellosdrawings’s headcanons for azul’s cane usage recently and it reminded me that i love this concept!! it just makes so much sense and it would be such an azul thing to do!!

so naturally i couldn’t help but think about it when i stumbled over this piece of dialogue in the stitch event :]

i know there’s a number of different explanations as to why he would say that, ranging from not being used to dancing to sand being unstable terrain even for humans to him being a merman, but i choose to add not having his cane to the pile

it’s also super important (to me) to add that azul looks ridiculously good with and without the sunglasses!! if you know me you know that i love coloured shades but he’s just so pretty, it’s not fair ㅠㅠ

[exterminated-acc]

Special bandaids for a special boy :3