#two of the cats are mine haha

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Bay Mikey (re)design

Click for unfuzziness

[cuteniaarts]

In @rokurookajima’s Metalbanders AU, Suiren and Vaatu often study together at Suiren’s place after school. The effectiveness of said studying is… questionable

[animatewarriorcats]

Crookedstar 2.0! He is one of my top 5 all time warriorcats, and I'm grateful I was able to complete a project with him as a focus character. This is mostly just a color adjustment update, with more written information about key design elements. It can be hard to walk the line between light brown and pale ginger, so I adjusted his secondary and tertiary colors darker and less saturated to fully seat them in the brown and not ginger category. Additional construction and story notes under the cut.

I also went through some veterinary studies on common jaw breaks in cats and how to treat them, and learned some interesting (probably cursory) stuff! Apparently the symphysis joint where the right and left jaw meet in the middle doesn't fuse as strongly in cats as it does in dogs or people, and can become porous with poor health or age, as well as very commonly shears when cats break their jaws. Some of the images I reviewed just the symphysis joint was torn, and in others it was part of a larger compound fracture. in modern veterinary medicine pins can be used externally to stabilize fractured jaws, or if it's just an issue with the symphysis they can actually tie both bones back together with basically a sterile twist tie and the two sides stabilize each other. With that in mind, I outlined some thoughts about how one might possibly conceptualize Crookestar's broken jaw (this is not the only way, just what I came up with):

Also purely for my own entertainment I wanted to illustrate what it might look like to draw or animate Stormkit in the moments after his accident. I of course think any art is up to interpretation and this is just mine, but also! I'm morbidly curious about how Brambleberry in particular might have helped him recover from such an injury, taking inspiration from the little I know about veterinary jaw surgery haha and the limited resources she has to work with:

[reissancesstuff]

Hey I've read your fics abt bonten mikey, they're super good n funny at the same time haha. But I was wondering if you'd take requests atm? If no that's alright too! As I was wondering how he'll act if reader had a tooth treatment (like extraction/root canal type) and is unable to tend to him due to the pain and exhaustion. Just had mine tdy, n this idea sort of popped up lol

A/N: AHH first of all—thank you sm for reading my bonten mikey fics!! 😭🖤 i’m glad they made you laugh hehe

and YES I take requests!! i hope your tooth treatment went okay, that sounds painful 🥲💔 so here’s a lil something based on your idea!! soft, clingy mikey but also bratty as always 😌💉✨

get well soon and drink lots of water, okay?? here’s your dose of bonten mikey care lol 🫶

“clingy baby, pain edition”

You’re lying on the couch, face swollen on one side and barely alive after your root canal. The meds are wearing off. Your body feels like a limp noodle. Your soul? Escaped ten minutes ago.

And then—thump.

A very expensive pair of boots lands beside the couch.

"You're ignoring me," Mikey says, staring down at you with those annoyingly unreadable eyes.

"I'm literally dying," you mumble, an ice pack half-sliding off your face. “My mouth hurts, baby.”

"You didn’t say good morning."

"...Because I woke up in pain and forgot I existed as a person?"

Mikey doesn’t respond. Instead, he crouches down next to the couch and gently pokes your cheek.

"Ow," you whisper.

"I barely touched you."

"I’m fragile."

He pouts. Actually pouts. “You always play with my hair in the morning. You didn’t do it today.”

“Oh my god,” you groan.

Mikey sighs dramatically and flops right on top of you, throwing his full weight across your stomach like a spoiled cat with abandonment issues.

"Get off, you're gonna crush me—"

“No. I’m healing you with love.”

"You weigh like, two pythons and a small fridge."

“Still cute though.”

You glare at him, ice pack squishing against your face. “My jaw is literally stitched up and you’re making this about you?”

He lifts his head just enough to blink innocently. “You said ‘your pain is my pain’ that one time. So now I’m suffering too.”

“Emotionally manipulative.”

“You love me.”

“…Unfortunately.”

Mikey smirks and kisses your forehead gently. “I’ll let you rest. But I’m staying right here.”

And he does. Right there. On top of you. A human weighted blanket with commitment issues. Occasionally feeding you mashed bananas with a plastic spoon like you're both an invalid and royalty.

He doesn’t leave, not even when you drool on his shirt.

Possessive? Yes.

Overdramatic? Always.

Loving you like it’s life or death? Absolutely.

[luvyeni]

TWO DUMB VIRGINS ๑. ( 박지성 )

PART ONE. A B friend group …

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──── you wanted to lose it . he was tired of being made fun by his friends. both of you thinking he’d pull out fast enough… but what can you expect from two stupid virgins ? …

( 対 ) park jisung + fem. reader genre young parent au , smau · contains! mentions of sex. pregnancy talk. crude language. jokes among friends mature content

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ let’s get this going , i’m so excited about this !! the taglist for this is closed tho , i won’t be adding anyone else until the end when it’s fully released 🖤

you weren’t against the idea of losing your virginity; you weren’t innocent by any means , you knew what porn was, you were an adult… but when it came to the idea of losing your virginity the thought of it petrified you. what if it hurt so bad you cried? what if you regret it? what if the guy sucked in bed and only cared about getting his rocks off? everytime you got with a guy these thoughts plagued you and you ended up chickening out , leaving the guy with blue balls. 

“it’s not that bad i swear.” yuna said. “of course it hurts a little , there’s something that’s at least 6 inches going inside you.” you cringed hearing her talk. “but it isn’t supposed to hurt that bad, if it does he’s definitely doing it completely wrong.” yunjin said. “oh my god what if he does it completely wrong and like hurts me to the point where i can no longer have sex?” you stressed , the girls in front of you shaking their head at your dramatics. “i don’t want my first time to be my last time.”  chenle sat down in the booth of the cafe the three of you met up for lunch at. “you three still on the virgin talk.”

“yesterday i invited a boy over, 10 outta 10.” you said. “we were kissing, it was perfect.” chenle nodded. “and then your brain got in the way?” you sighed and nodded. “and he wasn’t mean about it, but like how embarrassing that me,  a 23 year old, is scared of having sex?” 

“look no one is rushing you to lose your virginity now, take as long as you need.” yunjin reassured. “besides , the men out here are trash.” yuna said. “so you really aren’t missing much.” as much as she was probably right , it’s seems like it was all people were talking about. 

meanwhile, jisung sat in a cafe of thel campus, holding his head down low as his friends laughed at joke haechan made — a joke made at his expense… his virginity. “why is this so funny?” he said. “i don’t know.” haechan shrugged. “making fun of the 23 year old virgin is very funny.” jisung rolled his eyes. “haha laugh at the virgin , sorry im not fucking every girl and guy who looks my way.” 

“well yeah , cause you aren’t fucking anyone.” the table erupted into laughter once more. “jisung don’t let them rush you.” mark spoke up. “yeah how many times has haechan found himself sitting in a clinic for antibiotics?” renjun said bluntly. “or in the line of a drug store with a morning after?” jeno followed up. “or a pregnancy test.” haechan sat up to defend himself. “hey i only stood in line for a pregnancy test once.”

“isn’t once enough for you to learn to wrap your dick up or lock it away?” jaemin said. “do i tell you what to do with jeno in our shared apartment?” haechan argued back. “hey don’t turn this on us.” jisung listened to them bicker back and forth. “the point being , don’t just lose your virginity because of peer pressure.” mark said, jaemin stopping his argument with haechan just to speak. “and once you do lose it , don’t go fucking everyone who looks at you.” haechan gasped. “are you slutshaming me?” which jaemin nodded. “yes i am you whore.” 

“there’s a party tonight that a friend of mine is throwing.” chenle said over the phone.. “i’m sure seulgi can let you off for one night?” you really didn’t feel like partying, but the other option wasn’t pleasant either. “i can ask.” throwing your bag down to the ground , your cat coming up to caress your calf with her tail. “im sure she’s gonna say yes , she loves you.” he said. “duh who else is willing to come in on a sunday to do the 79 year old grandma that only wants to talk about how much she hates her children and complains about how much she hates the haircut?”  you spoke sarcastically. “but she keeps coming back?” you snort. “that’s our problem , i’ll text her to see if i can get off.”

to seulgi : night off please 😃 4:30pm read

from seulgi : grandma? sunday? 4:35pm read

“shit.” you hissed. “grandma on sunday.” you whined. “think about it , it’s friday have a good time, recover saturday and make money on sunday.” he said. “think of the jell-o shots , think of the jell-o shots.” you sighed , nodding. “fine.”

to seulgi : you hate me don’t you 😔 ? 4:40pm read

from seulgi : go easy on the alcohol it’s like she can still smell it days later even if you shower 😉

“perfect , i’ll see you tonight!” chenle said. “yuna and yunjin are already on their way over i bet.” you hung up; just as the door of your apartment opened up. “let’s get ready bitch!” they came bursting into your room. “you both set this up.” yuna nodded. “we knew you’d tell us no , but chenle has special childhood friend privileges so we used him.” you shook your head. “also thank you because now i don’t have to work on sunday.” yunjin plopped down on your bed. “you got grandma again?” yuna asked, already going through your closet. “2 whole hours of nonstop yapping about how her kids never visit , only to be cursed at because she hates the hair cut.” you pouted. “lucky me.” 

“whos random house are we showing up to right now?” you asked as the car pulled up to the address. “why does chenle know so many dodgy people , it’s concerning.” yuna said. “maybe he’s the dodgy person in question , we never know, this could be his house.” yunjin said as the three of you exited the car; you could hear the music playing inside. “i wouldn’t be surprised he does stupid shit all the time i wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow convinced his parents to buy him a house.”

you opened the door of the house; the house being filled with people. “stay close by and don’t go home with strangers.” you said. “how about you try going home with a stranger.” you glared back at yuna who was smiling. “love you.” 

“who are you waiting for?” jisung asked chenle as they stood around the party; chenle looking around the party. “my A friend group , i invited them.” he said looking at his phone. “A friend group?” jaemin asked. “so does that make us the B friend group?” he nodded. “pretty much.” he stood up. “they’re here , i’ll see you guys.” and with that, he walked away. “i feel used all of sudden.” renjun spoke up , drink in his hand. jisung stood up. “what you have another friend group you invited?” 

“i wish.” 

you found yourself in the kitchen; looking for chenle after he promised you a drink only to never return with it. ‘it’s not easy entertaining both friend groups.’ he texted you. you scoffed maneuvering your way into the cramped kitchen to the drinks. “oh sorry.” a tall lanky boy was standing around. “you’re fine.” you said with a smile. “do you know what’s good?” he looked around. “um well i don’t drink much.” you smiled , he was cute the way he stumbled over his words. “that’s okay , what are you drinking?” he was so quick to show you his cup it made you giggle; which made his neck turn red. “i-i can make it for you.” you nodded. “thank you.” he sat his cup down; grabbing one for you. “it’s nothing special.” he said , pouring things into the cup. “he-here you go.”

he watched you nervously as you put the cup to your lips; taking a sip of the drink he made you. “do you like it?” he said ; here he was needing the approval of a stranger; haechan would've made a comment about him not having a backbone if he was here. “it’s good.” your voice bought him out of his thoughts. “really?” you nodded. “it’s not too sweet but also my throat isn’t burning from the excessive amount of alcohol.” 

you struck up a conversation with the boy; mostly leading it, he listened attentively as you spoke. “am i talking too much?” you asked , he quickly shook his head. “of course not , it’s just that i don’t normally talk to people except my friends at parties; especially — girls?” you interrupted him. “yeah; especially pretty girls like you.” he scratched the back of his neck. “you’re cute… what’s your name?” “jisung.” 

“you’re cute jisung.” 

he was about to respond when he saw haechan approaching the kitchen; why at this moment? he was so scared he’d say something that embarrassed him and he actually liked talking to you. “are you okay?” you asked. “i’m fine.” he said. “do you want to go somewhere else?” he asked , quickly before haechan reached the kitchen. “oh yeah sure, i guess.” you said , only for him to grab your wrist. “just trust me.” he said , quickly exiting the kitchen , walking straight past hyuck who turned his head like his eyes were deceiving him; but jisung didn’t even say anything, just kept guiding you through the people; and straight up the stairs to his room. 

you didn’t even say anything; and before you knew it, you were sitting on his bed. “how many people live here?” you asked , he sat down on his desk chair, rubbing his sweaty palm against his jeans. “me and five other guys.” you cringed. “frightening —  i am so sorry that was an inside thought.” he chuckled as you tried to defend yourself. “no it’s true , it’s frightening sometimes , but mark knows how to calm the house down , he’s the oldest.” you nodded. “i knew it had to be someone; either that or you have a girlfriend you’re not telling me about.”

“oh no , of course not!” he said. “i don’t have a girlfriend.” he realized how quickly he said that, cringing at how desperate that sounded. “im single.” he said much more calm. “good. me too.” he stood up from his chair. “i-i can put on some music.” he said. “anything you like , the music downstairs isn’t that good , jeno-hyung literally puts a playlist together of things he hears on the radio on the drive to work.” he said hooking his phone up to the speaker he stole from renjun. “anything is fine.” you said , standing up looking around his room; the mangas in the corner of his room , the small pile of clothes halfway kicked under the bed, that he clearly just kicked under there, you laughed to yourself. his school books on the table; he went to a different school than you — that was good. 

“do you like mangas?” he asked , follow behind you. “they’re okay, i prefer regular fantasy books , but i don’t hate them.” you went to turn around , only to bump into his chest with a small umph. “oh shit i’m sorry.” he held you by your shoulders — and out of a whim and probably a little bit of the alcohol; you kissed him.

the boy’s eyes widened; feeling your soft lips on his. it wasn’t his first kiss, but it surely was the best one he’s had. he shakenly put his hands on your waist , trying to steady himself; it’s just a kiss, it’s not a big deal… then why is he getting hard? he quickly pulled away out of shame. “is something wrong?” you asked. “i- i’ve never done this before.” he said. “kissed a girl?” you asked, he shook his head. “no-no i kissed a girl before.“ he stumbled over his words; trying to figure out what to say; but you helped him. “you’re a virgin?”

he sighed; this was his issue, girls didn’t want a virgin. they wanted someone who knew what they were doing; so he fully accepted that you were gonna reject him — but you didn’t , you grabbed his cheek, pulling him back into another kiss , using your other hand to guide his fallen one back to your waist, feeling him slightly grip it , making you gasp. “di-did i hurt you?” he said in between kisses. “no, please keep going.”

kissing him felt good; but you couldn’t deny the racing of your heart. those same concerns floating around in your head as he gently laid you on the bed , climbing on top of you. “i told you; i’ve never done this before , i don’t know what works and what doesn’t.” he confessed. “me either.” you said. “i don’t know what i’m doing either.” he was stunned. “you’re a virgin too?” you nodded. “so i guess we’re about to figure it out together?” 

pulling him into another deep kiss; pulling at his waist both of your hips moving messily against each other. it felt good; but you needed more. which is why instead of pushing him away like you normally did guys when it went too far , you pulled at his pants , signaling him to take them off. “do-do you want me to take them off?” you nodded. “ok-okay.” he stood up , hands shaking as he unbuckled his jeans. “i can take off my skirt.” you reached for your waist, both of you moving with haste but uncertainty, undressing yourselves. 

“can i be on top?” you suddenly asked. “it’s just that in the videos i watch , the girl is normally on too.” he could feel his cock twitching at the thought of you touching yourself to porn; how was it a stranger getting him like this. “su-sure.” he said , and he laid on his back , letting you climb on top of him. “is this okay?” he nodded , his hand coming up being your back to undo your bra. “you’re too good at that.” you giggled , his hips accidentally bucking up making you moan. “oh i liked that.” 

so he did it again , and you moaned again. “jisung this isn’t enough.” you whined out. “i don’t think i have any condoms.” he said. “b-but i think i can pull out in time.” he quickly followed. “you sure?” he nodded. both of you were clearly thinking with you lower parts; lowering his underwear , cheeks flushed with red as his erected cock slapped against his stomach. your eyes widening. “what? what’s wrong?” he said nervously. “you’re kinda big , how am i supposed to fit that inside me?” 

“oh um , maybe we can just try only try a little bit.” you nodded , grabbing his cock; feeling it in his heavy length in your hand. “i guess i just stroke it?” he nodded , moaning out as you slowly moved your hand. “is this okay?” he nodded. “i-i like it , bu-but can you speed up just a bit.” he bit down on his lip to contain his moans. “please don’t hide them , i like them.” you said, and he whined; he was about to cum. “wait fuck , wait let’s try and do it now i don’t think im gonna last if we keep this.” 

you lifted yourself up a bit; hovering over his length. “yo-you can go slow.” he said , you slowly sunk down on him , letting his cock slowly filled you up; just as you suspected it hurt , but not as bad as you thought it would be. “fuck.” he sighed. “fuck that feels so good.” you fully sat down on him. “does it hurt?” you nodded. “a little bit , but it’s fine.” you said , slowly moving up and down on his cock. “you took it all , fuck your really small down there , i can barely move.” he cursed , both of you moaning out as you finally got your groove. 

here you both were music from the outside and in the room fading into the background as you both got lost in each other; two strangers, all those nerves you had about losing your virginity gone as you rode jisung. jisung could hear haechan's voice in his head , it was annoying but he couldn’t wait to tell it to him. “wait wait fuck.” he grabbed your hips to stop you. “i’m not gonna last if you’re on top.” he said. “can i get on top?” 

you both switch positions and he soon was on top of you; slowly pushing himself back inside you. “faster , i can take it.” he let out a whimper like moan as he felt you better , he was deeper inside you , his cock kissing your cervix over and over. “i think-i think im gonna cum.” you gasped out. “really?” he cursed. “me too.” 

both of you now chasing your highs; his hips slapping against yours. “ji- oh my god.” your moans getting louder. “ugh fuck!” you scream as you reached your first ever orgasm outside of your fingers. “ah , fuck fuck fuck.” he moaned , he pulled out , ropes of his cum shooting from his cock on to your stomach. “shit i’m sorry i couldn’t help it.” he said breathlessly. “did you pull out in time?” you asked. “yea-yeah.” he said , you sighed. “shit let me get something to clean you up.” 

your eyes look around the room as you wait for the boys return. “are you okay?” he asked. “you seem to be out of it.” his eyes widened. “are you regretting it? did i do something wrong?” he said. “no no you’re fine.” you said. “it’s just that , i didn’t care when i lost my virginity , but i didn’t think it would be today , let alone with you.” you chuckled to yourself as he handed you a rag. “is that a bad thing?” he said nervously. “no , for a virgin you knew what you were doing.” his face turned red. “th-thanks i guess.”

“so what now?” he asked. “do we just like go our separate ways and forget this happened i’m not sure how this works.” he said , both of you now clothed. “well i don’t know wh—” before you could say anything your phone was blowing up. “oh shit i have to go.” you said , looking around. “here’s my number , use it if you want.” you quickly wrote something down , running out of the room. 

he walked over to the desk , picking up the piece of paper… he couldn’t read the last 4 numbers. he quickly opened the door trying to find you , but he was unsuccessful. “who are you looking for?” renjun came out of the bathroom. “oh no one.” he said. “well come on , walk with me to get another drink.” he silently nodded at the boy , following behind , hoping to find you down there.

unfortunately, you were already out the door , yuma had broken a heel trying to drag a drunk chenle out of the house. “i’m gonna kill him when he’s sober.” you and yunjin grabbed his legs. “i’m gonna kill him when we get into the car.” the three of you tossing him in the back seat. “i love you all.” he slurred. “friend group A for the win.” was the last thing he said , before closing his eyes. “friend group A.” yunjin who was in the front seat over it , waved him off. “it’s chenle who knows.” 

all the way home , you kept checking your phone hoping he’d text you — but he never did , you sighed. “what’s wrong , you keep sighing at your phone.” yuna asked. “nothing , just thinking about the recovery tomorrow.” you said. “you’ll be fine.” you both looking at chenle. “him i’m not so sure.”

“yn!” chenle shouted from your bed. “yn!” you turned facing him. “will you go to bed.” you said , checking your phone again. “and don’t throw up in my bed or i’ll murder you.” he whined , murmuring under his breath. “my bestfriend hates me.” he said. “she cares about her stupid phone.” he passed  back out on the bed. still no call from him. “guess he got scared.” you thought , sighing one last time before standing up , climbing into bed next to chenle. “see here i am.” you said. “good , your bed sucks.” you scoffed.

“i’m gonna wake you up in the morning by banging on two frying pans.”

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Hot Girls Study Hard

♥ masterlist | request rules

♥ pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: school has been kicking your ass lately so you decided to attempt an all nighter, but when your beloved boyfriend oscar comes home from a long day of pr, he finds you passed out on your notes.

♥ wc: 0.7k - as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: one tiny suggestive joke and fluffy fluff !!!

♥ a/n: this is totally not inspired by my real life… haha

-07:30 AM-

A breeze of cool air hit your body as you stepped out of a steaming shower and wrapped yourself up in a white fluffy towel. The scent of a vanilla candle filled the bathroom as you scratched your head and reached for your skincare. You put on two green eye patches and walked into your bedroom, scrunching your hair with a blue microfiber cloth.

“Good morning…?” Oscar said in a groggy voice, rubbing his eyes. The fluorescent light from the bathroom illuminated his tired expression and messy brown hair.

“You’re not usually up for another hour or so…” he trailed off, watching you search your shared dresser for clothes.

“I’m trying to get a head start on school today,” you whispered, grabbing a pair of shorts and a black crewneck.

He hummed and rolled over. You could clearly tell how tired he was from the previous day of hard training.

“You can go back to sleep, love. Sorry if O woke you,” you whispered to him.

“No, no, don’t apologize,” he said sweetly. “I’ll be up in a few minutes,” he smiled.

You made a double shot of espresso to keep yourself awake for the exhausting upcoming day. Balancing school and work was no easy task, especially now that you've fallen behind due to a short trip you took to watch your boyfriend race.

Oscar walked out of your room in his McLaren gear as you sipped your coffee through the cold metal straw. His hands slithered onto your hips and he pressed you back onto the marble counter as he kissed your soft lips.

You smiled against him as he pulled away and grabbed a bottle of water from behind you.

He opened the fridge to find his meal prep, “Don’t overwork yourself, yeah? Take a few breaks, you’ve got this,” he said, encouraging you.

“You too," you nodded. "We don't want you to be too tired for the race this weekend. Or too tired for other things..." you trailed off with a smile.

Oscar shook his head and laughed, pausing from mixing his protein shake. You raised your eyebrows suggestively and laughed along while walking over towards your dining room table.

You had already set up a workspace the night before, including your laptop, textbooks, notes, and all the stationary needed for your projects (or rather the stationary you shamelessly bought to make schooling more fun).

Osc came around the kitchen island and kissed you on the top of your head, "Wishing you luck as always."

"You too," you smiled.

The minute he stepped out of the front door you let out a long sigh, mentally preparing yourself for the long day ahead.

-

-10:23 PM-

“Y/n I’m home,” Oscar said, stepping through the front door quietly. He scratched his head and walked through the hall of your apartment into the kitchen. A small light was on but there was no sight of you or your textbooks.

He made his way into the bedroom to find you passed out on your notes. Your calico cat was curled up by your feet in a deep sleep as well. Oscar tiptoed around the room, assuring he won’t make too much noise and wake you up. He gently pulled your chair out from the desk, making sure he didn’t harm your cat or wake you up in the process. It was too late though.

You yawned quietly and lifted your head off the books, “Osc?”

Your eyelashes fluttered as your retinas adjusted to the darkness of the room.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” you whispered back. “I think I got a lot done, but I don’t remember when I passed out, so maybe not,” you laughed softly.

Your boyfriend grabbed your hands and pulled you up into a standing position so he could hug you. He wrapped his arms around your legs and lifted you up, causing a small gasp to escape your lips.

He carried you over to your bed, one that was covered in blankets and large pillows. You watched intently as he took off his shirt and changed into some gray sweatpants before crawling onto the mattress and slipping himself under the covers next to you.

As he tried to pull you closer your cat leaped onto the bed and cuddled her way in between the two of you. You rested your head on Oscar's shoulder and closed your eyes but before you could fully drift off to sleep you heard a soft whispered, "I'm proud of you."

[eunnieboo]

IYHM ask replies! (2/3)

🌸 @csevet asked:

hi my copy of iyhm just came in and my fiancee and i snuggled up and read the whole thing cover to cover and CRIED!!! i love when lesbians 💕💞💝💗💝💗💘💞💖💗💝

AHHHHH thank you SO much!!! OMGGGGG 🥺 live laugh lesbian..... 💞💗💖💕💖💞💕💖💗

🌸 @chrysalis-the-butterfly asked:

I read If You'll Have Me a few months ago and I loved it! Your art is so pretty and Momo and PG are such cool characters! 🥰 If you're okay with sharing, I'd be interested to hear what inspired you during the creative process? Were there any pieces of media or any other characters which influenced the formation of Momo and PG? Or did you do your own thing?

oh my gosh! thank you!! i really love character interactions and relationship dynamics, so i wanted to depict two girls who seemed like opposites - one cool and laid-back, the other soft and sweet. after a while they started to take on a life of their own, and i thought it'd be wonderful if their story could evoke the feeling of a shoujo romance!

i had a lot of things on my mind when i wrote the script... friendship, intimacy, communication... communication can be so hard! sometimes it's harder with someone you're close to because their opinion is so important to you. and what happens when you've got a character who's non-confrontational and has low self-esteem + someone who prefers actions over words, and would rather burn bridges than admit to feeling vulnerable? how would they get past that? i wanted to write their flaws as believable, and how their life experiences have shaped the way they think about themselves / the way they respond to personal conflict... but also how they learn from each other and grow ❤️ tysm for the question!!

@bisexualgoof asked:

Hi Eunnie! I just finished reading “If You’ll Have Me” and let me tell you, it was spectacular! I saw it in a local bookstore the other day and it was a no brainer to grab. The characters are so fun, the story is beautiful and heartfelt, and honestly every character is attractive… I especially fell in love with the pages of the books without words, especially 312-313, it made me cry. Such beautiful art! I related to PG’s annoyance with her long hair, I felt very seen with her comments. I’ve definitely said “I’d like to forget” so many times myself, right to my butch heart haha. Thank you for sharing this story with the world, and thank you in particularly for your acknowledgment at the end of the book, it made me feel seen. What an amazing love story, hope to see more of this adorable couple in the future!

oh my goodness!! this is so lovely and wonderful and ahhh T_T thank you so very much. it's such a dream, having these girls be out in the world with their personalities and backstories revealed at last! and i'm so happy to hear about the cast and side characters, i love designing people hehe ♥ i'll definitely keep drawing this couple, alongside more sapphic couples that are to come 😍 thank you!!

🌸 @skittles-rainbow-cat asked:

HI HI HI!!! you’ve been one of my fave artists forever and i just got done with iyhm and it’s sooooo amazing im in love with it. also i think strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo fits mono and pg very well :] i hope you’re having a good day and thank you for all your art it heals me in many ways <3333

HIIII omg!!! thank you so much! this song is so cuteeee oh my gosh this line:

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

it's so sweet ;_; thank you forever, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <3 <3 <3

🌸 @lord-of-the-froggies asked:

Howdy Eunnie! I know you're probably swamped with work right now, but I just wanna let you know that I got my copy of your book today!! I'm gonna start reading it right away, it looks and feels amazing. From a fellow Washington artist to another--congratulations on such a huge achievement!

yay hello fellow washingtonian! and fellow artist!! thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and i'm so glad the book got to you safely! wishing you a happy read~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

omggg thank you that means so much!!! ;_; <3

🌸 @ddooyoung asked:

I got my (signed!) copy of the book, and I love it SO MUCH. It's everything I was hoping and more. I love finally getting to know them, especially Momo. Since the first time I saw them, I thought Momo was a lot like me and now I have confirmation 😆 Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!!! I'm excited for everything you do 💗

WAHH thank you so much!! yesss i'm so overjoyed to finally share their story after so long! i hope the signature turned out okay, i was very nervous signing books for the first time (shaky hand and everything) 😱 i think next time it would be fun to make a custom stamp and stamp a doodle next to my signature hehe. thank you again!!! 💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I somehow missed the news about your having created a whole damn book?? was just flipping through yu & me books's holiday gift guide and did a double take when I saw priscilla and momo!! zoomed in and sure enough, there was your name at the bottom! congrats on ihym and congrats on being featured on rec lists from shops as cool as yu & me 🎉😍

omggg thank you thank you!! 🥰 AHHH yu & me books looks so amazing! i've been to new york just once but if i ever get to go back i have to visit them... i'm always looking for indie bookstores to throw my money at 😤

🌸 Anonymous asked:

1. Will there be an “if you’ll have me” sequel? 2. Is Momo her full name or a Nick name? If it’s a Nick name what is her full name? Thank you i love your work! ❤️😊

ahh there's no sequel planned as of right now! but i'd love to make one if i get the chance... i have some ideas that i think would be fun <3 and momo gardner is her full name! i liked gardner because it made me think of flowers ☺️❤️ thank you so much!!

🌸 @upsidedown-shadow-dreamer asked:

Hello, long time fan here. If You'll Have Me was delivered an hour ago and I've already finished my first read. OMG it's AMAZING. I love the story, the beautiful art, the inner thoughts, the pacing, the page color changes for back story… Just major WOW. I hope you are so proud of this work. I'm already looking forward to reading it again. Thank you!!!

this is sooooo AHHHHH T_T i'm in tears. i can't tell you how happy and thrilled i am to hear this!!! it's so encouraging and uplifting and ahh!! i want to make more stories... and just knowing that this book will be read by the same person more than once, omg! it's truly the highest of praise. thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just remembered I could borrow graphic novels as e-books from my local library, found IYHM, devoured the entire thing in one sitting, then went through your tags so I could look at all your other IYHM art, and I was wondering if you'll make more stories about Momo and PG because I can't get enough of them! Absolutely obsessed with these two and I love seeing them so happy together 💖💖💖💖

hello!! oh i'm absolutely over the moon about this! i can definitely see myself making a follow-up book if i'm so lucky 🙏 but i'll keep on drawing more minicomics and illustrations no matter what!! thank you so much for this wonderful message 💕💕💕💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

hi!! love love love your art!!! do you think we can expect to see another graphic novel about momo and priscilla in the future?

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I’ve read IYHM so many times already and I absolutely loved it!!!! Are you planning on writing another book with Momo and PG? Is is there a way we can buy more of your stories?

thank you both so much!!!! <3 a sequel is actually one of the ideas i pitched for my second book! my editor cautioned against it in case IYHM didn't perform well, so i ended up going in a different direction - but my fingers are crossed for future opportunities 😤 realistically, it will probably depend on sales... but for the record, i'd want to do one regardless of the numbers...

i have one more book coming out, which i'm working on right now! the timeline is a bit up in the air atm but i'll try to keep everyone posted. making a book is so slow but i'm so grateful to you all for waiting 🥺💛

🌸 @randomqueernoun asked:

Do you make webcomics for other apps/websites? If yes where can I find them and what do I search in them to find your comics?

ahh not at the moment! but thank you SO much for the interest! one of my biggest goals right now is to set up a website where i have all my work in one place, and that would definitely be the place where i post future webcomics 👀

also, just as an aside... i want to make webcomics so bad. i think after my next book, i might take a break from traditional publishing to do that. sometimes i can't believe i'm drawing hundreds of pages i can't post... i'm like, how are people supposed to read this if i can't show them? how will they know?! ahh it kills me... but yes... someday!!!

part 3 to come~

[amphibiahawks321]

V and J with a WD!Reader that is basically Uzi brother

[Outside the bunker, Y/N ravaging through piles of rusted out metals, clearly trying to find a piece for something]

WDM!Reader : Oh come on! If the humans found out they were about to die at least go out putting some stuff in a crate! Groans...

V : Well well, someone's being short tempered then usual~

WDM!Reader : Huh?—Oof!

[V suddenly marches up to Y/N from behind with her wings out, pulling him close to her, Y/N clearly trying to balance himself from V's taller present as she placed her head on his shoulder]

WDM!Reader : Wha–!? V, Seriously! We already talked about personal space!

V : Awww, but that's so booring

[V tightens her grip on Y/N]

WDM!Reader : I swear you might as well have been programmed to be a cat rather than a murder drone cause–[V nuzzles onto Y/N]

WDM!Reader blushing : ......

[...Y/N starts petting her hair making her calmed down from giving Y/N an accidental death]

V : Aww, is that a–

WDM!Reader blushing : Shut up...

J : Sighs... Indecency...

[J who was standing on top of a lamp pole flies down, crossing her arms]

J : What... Are you even doing out here... Weren't you with your toaster of a sister and that idiot...

WDM!Reader : Pfftt, what Uzi and N? I left them alone, the atmosphere shifted and when I said shifted I meant Uzi trying to impress N with her aim using her rail gun

J : And you are here why?

WDM!Reader : I need some parts to complete my plasma blades but all I got was nothing but garbage parts to make an actual toaster!

[J Sighs, walks over and pauses for a moment]

J : Your hair's all messy...

WDM!Reader : Yeah, thanks, miss obvious, I've been ravaging through piles of metals for hours now–.....

[J hesitates before she reaches out and ruffles his hair]

J : ...Tch You're a mess..

[J mumbles, her tone is unusually soft but still trying to act cool as she looks away, clearly embarrassed]

WDM!Reader blushing : ...

WDM!Reader blushing : ...Did you just pet me?

[J's face blushing, quickly steps back]

J blushing : What!? No! I was criticizing your hair!

[V narrows her eyes at J]

V : Ohhhhh, All out of words J?

[J's eyes staring at V, her eyes widened and start smiling murderously at V]

J : V... Unlike you, I don’t go around clinging to people like some desperate stray...

[V's eyes and smile starts doing the same]

V : Haha, and unlike you, I don’t get all flustered over a little hair ruffling~

[J’s murderous smile twitches as she glares at V, who’s still hanging off Y/N like a smug cat... Y/N, caught in the middle of the growing tension and sighs]

WDM!Reader : Okay I swear if you two start trying to tear each other apart again I'm not letting you two drink oil from my neck again!

[Both immediately freezes, faltering from their murderous intent]

WDM!Reader : Good!

[Y/N quickly kiss V's lips and walks up to J and gave her a kiss on the lips leaving both murder drones speechless]

WDM!Reader : Now I would really appreciate it if you flying, murderous, super hot–murder drones of mine helped me find some parts I need to–....Oh crap you two are overheating–

[sepherinaspoppies]

Riding the Dragon

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⟢summary: after a great dinner with Aemond, he decides to give you a ride on his motorcycle, a Dragon T6.

⟢pairing: Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Reader

⟢warnings: 18+, MDNI, public smut, pussy on bike, cum play?, reader getting off on Aemond's bike, some tiddy succin, mentions of p in v sex, I think that it?

⟢wc: 3,064

⟢notes: this is my first time writing in reader's pov? the whole 'you' kind of perspective. I apologize if it sucks ass, I wanted to try something different. And can y'all believe I wrote majority of this when I was ovulating? HAHA

“I had a really nice time tonight.” The man in front of you says with a content and flirtatious smile on his pretty chiseled face. 

Heat coats through your cheeks to the tip of your ears. Definitely not the effect of the two glasses of wine you’d drunk not too long ago. Wine hardly ever did a number on you to slightly fuddle your conscience. 

You give him a sheepish grin, scraping the tips of your heels against the pavement, shying away from the intensity that his eye holds. “Same here. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

His face contorts in a way that clearly indicates that the feeling is in fact very, mutual. “Mind if I take down your number?” He asks, pulling out the latest new Iphone from his pocket. You only engaged in conversation through the dating app both of you met in and you thought it seemed only fair to give him your number after weeks of meeting him.

He taps a few things on his screen before you’re met with a white screen with only your first name and birthday typed. It is then when you wonder how he came about on knowing your birthday, if you had ever mentioned it in your electrifying conversations either on the app or this date. Most likely the second option. 

You knew his name, well if you’d call it that, supplying you only his first initial. By his angelic looks, he was definitely of Valyrian descent. And you hate how much of a sucker you were for those blonde bitches. You knew he was in the last year of university, double majoring in political science and business here in the capital. You also knew he had a geriatric maine coon cat, Vhagar, who’d stuck with him since he was a child. 

But that was pretty much it. 

You nod, typing out the most critical information both of you needed in order to secure the second date. “Here you go,” you hand back his phone with such caution that causes his lips to quiver in a smirk. 

He leans forward, too forward in a way you feel his breath steadily fanning your face and the warmth that radiates through his chest. You don’t pull away as his head lowers, keeping your gaze steady with his, admiring the amethyst hue of his lone eye that twinkles against the low street lights. 

A snakes his hand around your hips, which normally you’d slap away if it was any other man. But he was different. A rare gentleman who bought you a single winter rose even when you were five minutes late, let you devour the fries off his plate, and hashed your steak without asking. 

You wanted him to kiss you and perhaps even more. 

You wouldn’t say no. If anything you’d whimper out a simple “please” if it came to that. 

However, just as you expect his lips, it doesn’t come. He pulls away with a lupine smirk on his face, waiting for a response to a question you did not hear.

You cough away the slight embarrassment, “What?” 

“I asked what your password was,” 

Before you process how he did it, you see him wave the gray screen of your phone around your face, waiting for the six digit code. 

Oh. 

“I got your number but you did not get mine and you’re gonna need it when I take you out to dinner again.” The blonde in front of you points out. 

True.

It almost feels too goofy revealing the code that multiple of your friends tease you for. Nevertheless, you stutter out the numbers: one, two, three, four, five, and six. 

You hear him dryly laugh, shaking his head side to side as he types out the three sets of numbers. “Mmm, you need a better password, darling. One might think you want your personal information stolen,” He teases. You shift your thighs to a close at the term of endearment, already feeling the slightest tingles in a place where you desired him the most. 

You make a sound of agreement making a mental note to change it later tonight. After he hands back your phone, he combs back the loose silvery hair out of his face into a neat bun that well flatters his face. “Take mine for example; it’s five, twenty-two, one-thirty. Easy to remember.” 

“Is that your cat’s birthday?” You questioned. 

“No. It’s the day we matched on Tinder.” 

You are lost for words. Not even you knew the exact date you matched with him, only knowing it was around a few weeks ago. Judging by your reaction, he knew what you were thinking. 

After a few more rounds of flirtatious conversations, you both decided to call it a night, waving each other goodnight as you watched as he sped up in a black, shiny Dragon T6, a vintage motorcycle that was the second most precious thing he owned. (The first being Vhagar). You’d be lying if that wasn’t one of the list of reasons why you swiped right. A tall Valyrian man, with long locks, that rode a motorcycle definitely modeled the countless dark romance books you’d spent hours reading. 

To your frustration, the price of Uber had doubled the amount you’d paid for hours ago. Not even Uber Share happened to be near your price range. For ten gold dragons, you could buy a week’s worth of groceries!

So you sighed, turning off your phone. Your usual bus was still in service and way cheaper than the ridiculous prices of Uber. And while it was too late to be out by yourself, it was a risk you were willing to take. 

As you rummage through your wallet for some copper coins, you hear a deep, rumbling sound of an engine revving up close to where you stand. 

It’s him. Braking his bike on the side of the road where you are. His expensive Lysene suit coat no longer hugged his body, wearing only a white dress shirt that was half unbuttoned, giving you an impeccable view of his perfectly rounded cleavage and the multiple hidden tattoos you didn’t know he had. 

“Hop in,” He says, pointing his head to the side. It was not a request but a demand. 

You tilt your head, unsure whether to say yes or no. “Is it safe?” You ask. His chest moves, seemingly laughing as he opens the visor of his helmet. “Of course it is. I’m a cautious driver, never had an accident and I don’t think I ever will. I made sure to drink water after a glass of wine, so I’m not under the influence.” 

He narrows his eye, observing the hesitation written throughout your face. He offers the spare helmet from his bag and hopes that it will coax the uneasiness. 

“If you’re so dubious about it then by all means the bike is yours to drive.” 

It’s your turn to laugh because the thought of you riding something of high value and rarity seemed absurd and silly. You were someone who did not have experience in driving in general whilst also being terrified of the narrow and steep roads of King’s Landing. 

But there was no humor in A’s eye. 

“You’re not serious are you?” 

He powers off the bike before he scoots back from his seat. “I am.” He eagerly pats the spot he has saved for you. 

“You do realize that this is a Dragon T6, right? They practically don’t make these anymore!” You gesture your hands around the expensive looking machine that was probably worth more than your left kidney. 

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms on his chest. “What’s your point?”

You scoff playfully, “My point is that manufacturers don’t make these anymore and if I crash it–”  

“–You should have a little more faith in yourself. Maybe this will come naturally to you but you’ll never know if you don’t try.” 

You can’t help but exhale in slight failure. This was a conversation you knew you couldn’t win with him. “Look, I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t feel comfortable doing but I happen to be a great teacher. And if you do crash I’ll buy another, they aren’t that expensive anyways.” The Valyrian man shrugs as if thousands, or hundred thousands of gold dragons were nothing. 

You mutter a “fine” under your breath which makes him all giddy with excitement and slides the helmet down your head. He double checks if it's secured before he lifts you to sit properly on his bike. 

“Or I have one or two things in mind of how you could repay me.” 

Every single piece of information he hurled your way was taken deep into your head. And you did your best to pay attention to it all under the sharp needles of nerves going through your spine. At some point he had given you little rubs up and down your back to soothe your nerves. The effect was anything but that, instead all you could think about was how his hands would feel against the bareness of your body.

Fuck. 

You tried to push those lewd thoughts away as he demonstrated the anatomy of the Dragon T6. The ignition was a little red switch right below the speedometer, whilst the clutch was on the left hand side and the accelerator in your right. The gear shift was something you had to get used to as it was not on your eye level but rather a small little lever near your foot. 

Once he feels you’ve gotten the grasp of how everything works it was time for the ultimate test. “Alright now we start. Are you ready?” He asked with an eager smile tugging his lips. 

No.

You nod your head, adjusting the mirrors to match your height. You feel the tips of his fingers lift and turn your chin towards him, “Use your words, darling.” There it was that name again that made you clutch your thighs together. You audibly gulp, “Y-yes I’m ready.”

“Good,” His hands squeeze at your hip bones to bring you closer to him. Your eyes widen almost comically to what you assume is his cock pressing insistently onto your ass. It was hard, and through the thin material of your dress you could feel it throbbing full of want and need. Gods, how will you ever focus now?

A brief image flashed through your mind of how much and what was packing underneath his undergarments. The length and thickness and how it would feel wrapped around your palm as you’d stroke him from base to tip, or the taste of him as you’d take him inside your mouth, or having his full length stuffed deep inside you as he fucked you dumb. 

Something tells you that he knows what you are thinking but neither of you speak about it. 

Finally, he takes your hands onto the handles of the clutch and the accelerator and you, being a step ahead, check if the gear is on neutral before you release the clutch and to your satisfaction it is. The blonde behind you smiles at you proudly like a teacher would to their student. 

“Now, you’re gonna slowly release the clutch and twist the accelerator slightly…there you go, good girl. You’re doing such a good job.” He coos at your ear. 

The beat of your heart raced almost out of your chest. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of a small accomplishment or the low timbre of his voice praising you but you welcomed it. 

With confidence you didn’t know you had, you decided to drive the rest of the way to your apartment without complications and took up every tip the man behind you advised. The cool air kissing your skin and the adrenaline wildly pumping through your veins, awoke something in you and slowly you began to comprehend why A loved riding. 

You had felt like a small bird taking its first flight through the skies. 

When you both reached the parking lot to your apartment, you returned his helmet and a small part lingering inside you did not want to let it go. You enjoyed it and the freedom it brought you.  

“That was so fun! I can’t believe it was that easy. Think I need to save me up for one of these,” You quipped patting the bike. 

He throws his head back to let out an amused laugh, “Or I can just give you this one,” A tone of nonchalant laced through his voice. 

You look at him baffled, “I was–” 

“–But first we need to get you your license before I–” 

“–Absolutely not, I was jesting.” You snipped, making him roll his eyes with a slight pout drawing out his lips.

“You’re stubborn and difficult, has anyone told you that?” You chortle thinking of the numerous times you’ve been called that. 

“Plenty of times but I reckon this won’t be the last.” 

He hums tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, “I guess I have to fuck it out of you.”

You blink.

The hue of your cheeks increased tenfold, your feet and body became paralyzed to what he had just confessed. 

Had he just said that to shut you up? If so it worked. 

You didn’t know how to respond to something as bold as that and to your inclination you lowered your head but the blonde behind you couldn’t have that. You felt the tips of his fingers roughly grip your jaw to meet his gaze. The amethyst hue of his eye turned into a darker shade of violet as he eyed between your eyes then your lips. 

Every part of you screamed for him to kiss you or to do something to appease the longing. 

You instinctively parted your lips when his head began to dip towards your lips. The tip of his nose brushed delicately against your own then it slowly trailed to sniff at your neck, the sweet smell of spiced peaches. 

“Nyke jaelagon ao,” He whispered in his mother language. 

“Pār emagon issa,” You said before you mentally said ‘fuck it’ and knocked the wind out of him with a kiss. 

He lets out a mix between a growl and a groan as he feels your wandering hands tugging the roots of his hair. Something you yearned to do ever since you saw how long and silky his hair was. 

And Gods did it meet your expectations. 

His lips moved against yours most ardently and with equal fervor. It was hungry and needy the way your teeth clashed with his, tongues dancing for dominance until you hissed when he bit your lower lip. 

You melted into his warm embrace, deciding to tease him by rubbing your palm on his clothed length, detecting a damp patch. You shot your eyes open, separating away your lips. 

“Did you just cum?” You panted heavily. 

A smirked, “I came when you first got on the bike and I was about to cum right now.” 

You quirked a brow, “That’s what did it for you?” Redness coated his cheeks and before you knew it his lips were on you again and his hands lifted the hem of your dress, exposing the black lacy panties you wore just for him. 

“Incase you get lucky,” Your best friend Sara teased just the day before when you and her took a shopping trip to a Lysene lingerie store. 

Through some imaginary telepathic communication, you thanked Sara. 

He groaned feeling the wetness that gathered through your folds. You weren’t just wet, you were dripping like honey on a hot summer’s day. A mischievous idea popped into his mind, something so lewd that made the head of his cock twitch with excitement. 

You squealed as he swiftly turned you around and twisted the ignition switch on. Was he going to make you drive in this state? 

“Move your panties to the side.” He commanded behind you. 

You pushed away the curiosity and did what he bid you to do. “Good girl. Now lean forward a bit.” You shifted yourself forward until you could feel the warm metal of his seat pressing tenaciously at your bare cunt. 

A gasp turned into drawn out moans as the blonde behind you revved the accelerator at a speed that made stars appear in your eyes. It felt good, so obscenely good that all thoughts about being in a public setting flew right over your head. 

You began to grind yourself with the vibrations, creating as much friction to your bud as you could. 

“That’s it, darling,” He encouraged behind you, increasing power to the accelerator just enough for your arousal to coat his bike. “Fuck yourself on my Dragon.” 

You clenched around nothing, whining as you felt the pure waves of ecstasy slithering down your spine. It was unlike anything you ever felt, not even the vibrator you owned made you topple over the edge.

In ten seconds or less, you loudly moaned, not caring who heard or saw you, as your legs shaked and the coil around your stomach loosened, cumming absolutely hard. 

Your limbs felt entirely spent as if you ran three laps around Rhaenys’ hill. 

“Mmm, do not get too comfortable, now, darling.” He boasted smugly as his fingers scoop your honey to his lips, humming at the delicious taste. “I haven’t even fucked you senseless yet and after witnessing this I want nothing more but to ruin your ability to walk straight for week.” 

A low whine escaped your lips at the thought of him roughly taking you. “Is that what you want?” He questioned, lowering the straps of your dress to expose your breasts to his gaze. 

You sighed contently, feeling his tongue enclosing around your perk nipple. “Yes please,” You tenderly loop your fingers through his hair. 

“I promise I will never make you beg,” He murmurs against your breast, “But you sound so pretty when you do.” 

He had kept true to his word as he not only bent you over his bike as he fucked you raw, but took you three more rounds on your couch, bed and shower until you absolutely passed out in his arms. And for the rest of the week you couldn’t walk straight without limping. Thanks to Aemond Targaryen. 

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[jjwolves]

You know what? Lemme add onto the mythical creature readers and request Ena x a Phoenix Reader! Round out the cats and wolves and horses with a bird; particularly a bird that is frequently reincarnating and/or on fire.

AETHER PORTAL ⋆.ೃ࿔ ݁ ˖*༄⋆.ೃ࿔ ݁ ˖*༄

What: ENA the Worker X Phoenix Reader

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1100 Words, ~6 Mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @thecutestgrotto

Warnings: None

You weren't sure at first that ENA should know about your special ability. It's not that she hasn't seen weirder or anything like that, but. While death carries far less weight than the permanence of alteration and transformation in this world, it can still be a pain that really sets you back. Everyone's looking for efficiency, time saved from having to navigate the afterlife, and your special power has been used and abused before as such. You don't think that she would, but you really don't want to gamble on ENA learning about this and taking your enhanced immortality out for a test drive. Not that you have much opportunity to hide it if you're going to shield her from a pixel-perfect lasso grenade dropped by a particularly violent customer. You just moved on instinct, shoving her out of the way and tanking the incoming cut-and-paste. Yeah, even something like you would be sliced to ribbons, but a blaze of glory like the glow of morning fever meant you could rewind moments forward and be fine. ENA was standing still at the edge of the crater you moved her away from.

You're hoping that you two can just continue on without mentioning the incident, but ENA doesn't seem to be able to parse the invisible lines you've inaudibly drawn for this conversation. "I must say, I am quite thankful for you steering me away from my brush with termination." Here it comes, like always. Hey, can you die for me some more? But she says something differently than expected. "Let it not be said that I'm an unfair partner. Next time you're in mortal danger, I'll be sure to parallel park." That's an odd way of saying it, but you think she means she'll die for you. It's a lot scarier hearing such a promise be directed to you, especially from someone as special as ENA. Bur she's quick to reassure you. "Your display was quite beautiful, you know. We ought to make a logo, but that's neither here nor there. What I mean to say is, while mine might not be as new of a model as yours, I have a similar business strategy, you see. If there's trouble, I owe you a check." ENA's head subtly motions to a broken mannequin, one of several you've seen on the road. Your flames burn low and vivid with rumination. Was ENA like you? Was ENA offering to die for you?

One day, you two are running late for the half-quarterly meeting that the Company has whenever someone finds a half-quarter. (They're pretty rare, after all.) ENA seizes your wing and drags you into a jog, but a few minutes into it, it's clear that you two aren't getting there in time. There's too many ghosts standing about in lines to the various stands near here to make much progress on foot. You have an idea, but you don't want ENA to freak out about it. "Be more specific, feathermind! We don't have time for shadowy subtext, so cut to the point before we get canned!" You oblige and fly into the sky with ENA in tow, who gives a surprised yelp and makes sure to hold onto her hat. Your passenger is looking pale, but you're pretty sure that just means she's going to yell. You say that you hope she isn't scared of flying--it's the only way you two are gonna make it. "Haha! Scared of flying?! It should be scared of ME! I hope gravity has a good lawyer, because I'm comin' for EVERYTHING!" She starts off the flight boisterous, but a short while after liftoff, the height becomes less exciting and more serene. Striped cones rest atop spike-edged clouds, ever rotating like painted drills digging into the atmosphere. Your flames don't burn ENA, despite the bright and colorful streak they leave in the sky behind you. They curl around her and warm her. She sighs and shifts her weight, and suddenly the meaning of the hug that she was using, you assumed, to keep herself from falling had shifted along with it. You felt ENA give a sigh. One of annoyance? Of relief? You couldn't say which one it was. You couldn't say which one you were hoping for, either. "Permission to speak on company record, chairman?" You chuckle and say yes. Oh, how delightfully her she always is. Her softer hand of the two rubs some of your feathers under her thumb to really feel them, wind pulling them back as your flight continues. "I believe I'd like to invest in your beautiful world of nitrogen. Could I have your whole supply? I know we have the meeting, but--oh! Maybe we could schedule it!" You fire burns a little brighter, a little warmer. There's nothing to say except that you have a window open, and that you'd like that.

You're not really sure what this is. ENA calls it a meeting, but the way her eyes sparkle as she clings to your wing and blushes deeper into her colors makes you think that it's a date. That and the aviator goggles made from eldritch treebranches. She hurries up to you, striking several odd poses before finally chuckling with confidence, "Tell me it's true! The day of our merger in the sky is at hand, yes?" Well, that's pretty early, isn't it? You two could spend the first part of the date doing other stuff, and then you could fly later, you explain. ENA is pretty set on it though. "NOOO! Flying first! I got goggles and everything. Do you know how much I have invested in this part?! Five." You don't ask "five what"? With how serious she seems, it's best if you just let her have her way.

ENA lets out a hearty laugh as you dive through clouds and loop around fatigued angels who don't have enough coffee in their systems yet to give you a moral lecture. You think you're falling in love with different parts of her every time you get to see this side of her. She has a distinct, hearty laugh when she's having fun--not a squeal or a snicker, but a "HA HA HA" that she puts the whole of her lungs into. It makes you want to earn more of it from her. Like an outside incentive. It can't last forever, at least not this part; you'll both have to return to your job, of course, where you often fall into pits and get melted before having to emerge back into the world again. But you'll always meet in the future, over and over. The moment may yet die but it's also soon to be reborn, blazing. And if that's not the nature of the world as is, well... ENA will call some people and circle back on that.

A/N: I had a funny idea where ENA tried to mix drinks with the reader's flames to create different colors (like how copper burns green) but I thought about it and... That really feels more like something Taski would do than ENA. Hmm... Ideas for later. Honk.

A/N: This fic traveled years to find you, and now it's here.

[iheartdottie]

ur swap au art is SO GOOD! I love knight's design especially his outfit which transfers over to dogman, and the detail of the crossed bones motif is the cherry on top!!

i've had brainworms abt ur swap au since the first post abt dogman hating the way he acts like a dog and it's CANON?? ur brain is so big and mine must be too i cant believe i thoughts that second but listen ok what if lil greg can talk in human speech but dogman can't cause the surgery damaged his vocal cords + knight never let him learn 'speaking' english. maybe dogman is a strict dad.

love your au and u don't have to reply to this if u don't want to, it;s ur au and im basically adding some ahh hcs : ( LOVE YOUR ARTS. EATING THEM RN. THANK U FOR SHARING THEM

Ive also been thinking about including that detail but i was afraid the au (or in general) would become a little tooo different from the original, since i wanted to abide by the books (📚✋️🫩), that only cats can talk, not dogs.

But ya know what, why not, it'll make lil greggy's character more funny and little like lil petey haha. It's definitely Petey that taught LG how to speak and write english. Especially after he found out that LG loved to create stories through his drawings. He wanted LG to be as educated as any other child since he was a "stray".

Greg was horrified when he first heard LG speak english but later turned into hatred when he was told it was his nemesis who taught him it. He usually has to demand LG to talk their dog language, but ofc LG doesn't listen to him haha and after a while Greg just sorta disregards it since he also understands english.

(BUT STILL TALK BARK TO ME)

Greg is definitely a strict dada just like petey in the original. But ofc love finds a way to tear down those walls sometimes.

Lil greggy really likes that he can now speak words. Words also made his little books more interesting to look at. And it's so cool to know two languages! He still talks bark to his dada when he's not being supa silly. This catches Greg off guard sometimes too lol.

Gee, thanks for the push man. I was going NUTS over this specific detail haha. But now I'll make it official to my au. I'd love to hear from you again, you also have a big beautiful brain anon and thank you for all the love I am truly grateful for all of it🫰⚞😄⚟💕

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

Again, I thank y'all for the reblogs, likes and comments guys, it really helps me :)

CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

• • • • •

Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

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That's just so I'll know if you wanna get tagged in all the upcoming chapters of this fanfic.

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Reblog or I'll take your ankles😈 (Pls like and reblog, it really gives me motivation🥺)

Also, the next chap is the start of Arc 1: Satan but short.

[winds-of-zephyr416]

I FINALLY MESSED WITH THE INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR and it's very very good for angbang

(someone pls help me I have a google doc and a discord server full of these ;-; I can't stop)

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Melkor: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than to drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Mairon: I wrote you a poem. Melkor, already crying: You did? ~~

Melkor to Mairon: I don’t think our death ray is working. I’m standing right in it, and I’m not dead yet.

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Mairon, walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Melkor, I love you, but what the h-e-double FUCK. Melkor, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

~~ Mairon: Did it hurt when you fell- Melkor: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Mairon: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Melkor: ... Mairon: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Melkor: gets set on fire and screams in agony Melkor: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

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Mairon: So you like cats? Melkor: Yeah. Mairon: *tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

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Melkor: Two bros! Mairon: Chillin' in a hot tub! Melkor and Mairon, in unison: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

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Mairon: *seductively takes off glasses* Mairon: Wow... Melkor: *blushes* Haha... what? Mairon: You're really fucking blurry.

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Melkor: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed off the souls of the living I strike fear into- Thuringwethil: You sleep with a Mairon plush because you’re sad he’s busy in Tol-In-Guarhoth. Melkor: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

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Mairon, sweating: Melkor, there’s something I need to ask you- Melkor: Finally! You’re proposing! Mairon: How’d you know? Melkor: Mairon , you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Melkor: I even picked it up once.

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Mairon: I have very high standards, you know. Melkor: I can make spaghetti… Mairon: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

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Mairon: Goodnight to the love of my life, Melkor, and fuck the rest of y'all. Melkor: Goodnight to the love of my life, Mairon, and fuck the rest of y'all.

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Melkor: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your cape on, this is our cape. Mairon: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Melkor: Mairon … you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now. Mairon: muffled mm hmmm :) Melkor: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

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Thuri: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Melkor: I'm a knife. Mairon, from across the room: He's the little spoon.

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Melkor, trying to flirt with Mairon: I think both of our families suck.

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Mairon: We all have our demons. Mairon, grabbing Melkor: This one’s mine.

[yamikuruku]

Can’t believe those two idiots are first 👀 Mfw i am boasting about posting oc smooching and talking about them and my opponents ocs are Enu (dunmer) and Cyril (breton/imp) 🧍🤢

Let’s ignore that drawing kisses is hard and i was crying throughout this thing and sobbing, throwing up, started praying to the artgods et cetera

Rambling, as promised:

They’re both so different but also so similar it’s insane. Still surprised of how good they of fit together. Two assholes made for each other. Disaster couple. Okay but they would not even call themself that - calling themself a couple haha.

In my mind i always compare Cyril to a stray cat. A stray who is not used to getting any pets or attention. First when you try to get closer to the cat it might hiss and scratch you. It can even happen that it bites since it’s trying to protect itself from the evil that is getting pet lol. And then if you are patient and give the cat time it might happen that it comes closer from alone. It actually realises that it wants to be loved and pet but has no idea how that works etc. So yeah. He is probably a stupid orange cat. No braincell. Also that metaphor was kinda weird. I feel weird. Anyways.

Enu is an ex assassin that once upon a time worked for the morag tong until an oopsie happened. And Cyril is just a hot-headed cultist who is a little pyromaniac who likes collecting weapons - and using them :D hint hint stabbing . Both idiot shitheads work for the same oc of mine who kind of ended up making a little gang? „Organisation“( they are kind of Bandits haha)

Since they both frequently see each other around during their working hours, they had to interact. Most of the time they end up fighting and bickering like little kids. While they have to share a space they sometimes end up talking, so i guess they warmed up to each other. Until Cyril opens his mouth and spoils it lmao, or Enu goes too far again with being friendly or his usual doucheness (new word unlocked, you are very welcome).

They both absolutely despise each other. Like that is their whole thing. I don’t even want to call this enemy to lovers. Its just coworkers to enemies to whatever those two are.🤷 i think if they would just sit down and talk like adults it would make things easier for everyone, but alas. Fighting like idiots it is. Just don’t show any weakness and feelings i guess.

This is just them 🧍

Ok … if you are still here then uh, thanks for listening? I am bad with words. Also - first time i ever talked about these two. Cringe.

[cupcakewebkinz]

Coffee and crushes

☕︎ Sprout and Cosmo find themselves playing match maker for a moment as Shelly and Vee are so stupidly in love it hurts and they just have to do something about it ☕︎

♨︎ another caretaker Shanon au prequel! Caretaker Shanon au is mine~ ♨︎

⊹ @soupiestzilla look it's more alive Cosmo, dude he's not dead again! ⊹

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Cosmo blew a raspberry as he sat down at the cafe counter, being a bit bummed that he couldn't work in the diner with his boyfriend today, but he was sure it could be worse. A lot worse... Shelly soon came over to get her morning coffee and she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks.

"Good morning Shelly, how can I help you this morning?" He cheerfully asked her regardless of her poor state, and she just stared at him for a good minute, blinked, then yawned.

"Vee..." she mumbled tiredly, getting a soft chuckle from the swiss roll, who knew exactly why she said that. The two had been crushing on each other obviously for years, everyone knew they'd eventually get together, but the question was when.

"I'm sorry, she can't work at the cafe Shells, she can't get wet." Cosmo softly reminded her, making her stare back at him before she realized her mistake and covered her mouth, blushing darkly as she did so.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I've been thinking about her so much haha- uh, just a caramel macchiato is fine, thank you Cosmo." She replied, waving it off like it was no big deal. Cosmo just nodded, writing down her order before he passed it to the barista behind him before he looked back at the barely awake fossil.

"You know, Sprout said she's always at the diner in the morning, she likes talking to Glisten as he eats breakfast. Maybe you can catch her before she leaves, I'm sure she'd love to see you." Cosmo suggested, winking at her afterwards. Shelly just looked like she died inside, hugging herself as she messed with the sleeves of her dress, her face tomato red.

"Hahahaaaaa great one Cosmo, surely she'd love to see anyone but me, I'm just, awkward old Shelly and she's like, the COOLEST toon ever!" She replied nervously, getting a sigh and a shrug from Cosmo as he gently took her coffee order from the barista, then a straw for her, then he handed the two to the red faced fossil.

"You never know, she could think you're cool too, you should give talking to her a try." He softly reassured, waving a little at her as she skittered off like a rat escaping a hungry cat, though he knew exactly where she was going. He grabbed the phone on the counter and called the diner.

Sprout was working the counter at the diner, and he had quite an interesting situation on his hands. Vee was sitting on her usual barstool, though she was really deep in thought, barely even paying attention to anyone who was trying to talk to her. This was extremely unlike her, usually Vee was socializing the hell out of everyone and teasing them, but right now it was just a blank stare at the counter as she thought. Sprout looked at the phone when it rang though, then sighed, picking it up.

"Diner staff, what's going on now?" He asked, though he couldn't help but smile when he heard Cosmo's lil chaos giggle on the other end.

"Sprout, we have a code pink~" Cosmo excitedly squealed, which made Sprout smile even more.

"Oh my god you didn't just send Shelly over, did you-"

"Oh I diiiiiid, oh she was sooo crushing on her too, you HAVE to tell me what happens at lunch!" Cosmo replied excitedly, making Sprout burst into a fit of giggles.

"You know Vee, I think Shelly's coming over here, what do you think she'd like for breakfast?" He asked casually, making her look up at him.

"You know I will~ Now go back to work silly." Sprout teased, and after very soft whispered "I love yous" were said, they hung up on each other. Sprout watched over Vee again, watching as she traced the markings in the wood in thought, then he cleared his throat.

"Chocolate chip waffles, strawberry syrup, whipped cream on top." Vee stated, then she looked back down and soon was lost in thought again. Sprout looked quite impressed, though he shouldn't be very surprised, she knew everyone's orders by heart since she always sat there. But what really surprised him was that smile she had for a second- that huge grin of "my favorite person is coming!!" that she usually only smiled with her handler, the way her eyes lit up just for a second, oh she's definitely in love and burying it. Sprout just grinned at that. Oh Cosmo's so gonna love hearing about this one later.

"You know Vee, you don't have to-"

"Shut up." She quickly cut him off, now looking at him. "I know that look, it's not working."

"Mhm... Look behind you." Sprout simply commented, and she did, turning around to find Shelly. Shelly just stared at her, and Vee stared back, both having a lot to want to say but unable to. They were scared, yet very excited, if their wagging tails had anything to say about it.

"Good morning b- uh... P-... Shelly." Vee quietly said, having to cut herself off before she called her anything cutesy, her hand now over her mouth a little as her screen gained a bright green hue to it. Shelly glanced away, blushing herself.

"Good morning, Vee. Uhm... What did you almost call me though?" Shelly asked curiously, though soon was giggling as Vee just turned away, obviously embarrassed to hell and back now.

"Beautiful and pretty-" Vee blurted out, figuring there was no escaping now.

"Oh, t-thank you, Vee. You're... Really pretty too..." Shelly softly replied, the two of them now awkward blushing disasters, Shelly now sitting on the barstool beside Vee while they both avoided each other's gaze. Sprout pretended he didn't care, but he was so internally rooting for them, he knew they'd confess sometime.

"So... What kind of fossils did you find yesterday?" Vee asked after a moment, making Shelly gasp as she leaned close.

"I found thee coolest seashells yesterday, from ancient sea life! And we have a full ammonite fossil now! And they're planning on renovating my museum so I have a WHOLE SKELETON IN IT!!! And... You have gorgeous eyes." Shelly rambled before she realized she was even staring at the other, and Vee just nodded, staring back at her, head empty... Only lesbianism.

"Mhm... You're like, a really cool ammonite, you know. Like... A perfect fossil... Have you ever been on display before?" Vee asked, which made Shelly give her a very confused yet hardcore in love look.

"Why would they put me on a display, silly?!"

"The world should admire you, not just me." Vee stated, so oblivious to how obvious her flirting was it hurt. Glisten had came by to check on her and was now staring at them in just as much shock as Sprout was, the two having matching "oh this is JUICY" looks on their faces. The two didn't seem to care, as Shelly was way too embarrassed to let herself think about how public this was while Vee... She's lost in Vee Land. She's a goner. She's very lesbian right now.

"Vee- I- You what?!" Shelly asked when she finally got words in her mind again, not just incoherent gay screaming. Vee just blinked, then put her hand on Shelly's cheek, smiling.

"I like admiring you, you have the prettiest face. Your freckles fit you so well, and the little dirt spots... You're magical." Vee whispered, leaning towards her as if they weren't already extremely close. Shelly was starting to shiver, but she just put her hand on Vee's arm and looked away, not hating this but... It definitely was a bit much. She was never expecting to witness the one toon she really liked being a lovesick fool, yet here she was, inches away from her face, telling her how beautiful she was. It felt... Great.

"Vee... There's people-"

"Ignore them... You're mine right now. Only mine." Vee purred, giving Shelly a quick kiss afterwards. The crowd now watching gasped dramatically, Glisten now striking a cheering pose. They were a sight to be seen... And the toons all watching were thriving seeing two of the mains being so happy together. Even if Shelly was more red than anything now.

"Vee... I love you... So much... But this... This is a lot-"

"I love you too... But I'll move away, I'm sorry." Vee whispered, though before she could move, Shelly pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her, and Vee just kissed right back, clinging to her fossil tight, like she was desperately waiting for this moment her entire life.

Because she was.

The crowd that now included the two's handlers cheered, Veronica taking a photo.

They were so stupid, but they were happily in love, and that's what mattered. For now anyways...

Hours later, Sprout and Cosmo were at the diner together, eating lunch.

"And when Shelly came over man, she went from not caring about anyone to flirting with her immediately. It was so beautiful, she opened right up for her and she was such a flirt." Sprout told his partner, getting a snort and a bunch of giggles from the other.

"Oh please tell me they kissed."

"Twice. They kissed twice. Oh you should've seen the way they held each other and everything, they have been holding back for so long, it was amazing." Sprout explained, pulling his little chubby swissroll closer, who was sat on his lap for cuddle time.

"Duuuude how did you manage to do that?" Cosmo asked excitedly, soon munching on his pizza afterwards, ignoring when Sprout wiped sauce off his cheek with a look of slight disgust on the berry's face.

"Vee simply got lost in lesbians, once I pointed out that Shelly was right there, she was a goner. She was the one flirting most of the time, and probably the one that's going to kill us for sending Shelly over when she was vulnerable." Sprout explained, the two soon laughing at the idea of Vee beating them up for embarrassing her like that.

"Honestly though, that sounds so adorable, I gotta ask Sam if anyone got pictures." Cosmo stated, and Sprout nodded.

"We win today, Veronica got pictures." Sprout informed him, making Cosmo smile and do a little cheer.

"We win! We finally got them to talk about their feelings and we get pictures! Woo!" He cheered, making Sprout laugh a little as he patted Cosmo's head. They definitely did win, being able to see their friends finally be happy, but they also won by being together themselves. Vee was absolutely going to beat them up if she found out they were talking about it though lmao

[shoverse]

what does love mean to you? — or, a record of lee minho's scattered and scrambled views on affection for oneself and others throughout the years.

🎧 lee minho, aged 7, audio transcript:

love? oh, mommy 'n daddy says that to me loads and loads! 'n mommy writes little notes and sticks them onto my lunchbox! i think i still have mine from today somewhere...here! haha, i always keep the notes mommy writes. i write some back too! err, just so she doesn't get mad if i haven't finished all the beans. well, it doesn't really work........do you know any ways?

🎧 lee minho, aged 13, audio transcript:

um, i think it means when you like someone loads, right? but you can also like them, uh, like-like and not love them...but i don't think i like-like anyone, not really. i love my mom! but it's different, like my friend changbin thinks he might like-like this other person in my class, i think his name is sehyeon? something like that. but there's this new person in my class, and maybe we could like-like each other if they don't already like-like someone else! um, not that i want to or anything. just a thought. yeah.

🎧 lee minho, aged 17, audio transcript:

it's kinda like...when your heart aches more than you'd like to admit, y'know? when you know you'd catch the stars in your bare hands and let them pierce your skin if someone you loved told you they liked how stars shine. oh, fuck, that's embarrassing, don't put that in. no, it's more like when, um, when you feel strongly about someone, and it doesn't have to be in a romantic way. i love my best friend changbin, but even if all the people in the world died and i would get infinite money and unlimited pizza i would not date him. anyway, i think i wanna. fall in love, that is.

🎧 lee minho, aged 20, audio transcript:

well, i met this girl, and i think she is love. um, but in the way that- well, i don't know how to explain it all that well. when something sits in the pit of your stomach but it's not fear and when something's caught in your throat but it's not tears. you get me? um, and i'm realising that it's fast, and i'm trying to keep up but it's just...hard sometimes to get us to work, to get her to listen to my feelings. maybe i feel too much? do you think so? yeah, love is hard work, but i'm holding out hope. what are we without hope?

🎧 lee minho, aged 21, audio transcript:

nothing. nothing at all.

🎧 lee minho, aged 22, audio transcript:

for me? love is my cats, definitely. please pretend i say something wise about eternal companions and hope and stars and puking out words like you'll run out of them if you stop. um, i'm trying to do this- self love? it's hard sometimes. that's all. but i know i have time. i know i'll have until the slow heat death of the universe to figure it out. or until one morning i wake up and i can smile at myself. yeah, life is good though. i think i'll stick to my cats for now. um, my hair was pretty this morning though, i gotta admit.

🎧 lee minho, aged 24, audio transcript:

still my cats, but i've made room for two more people. um, me, first of all. that one was hard, but time passes anyway. i'm still here, you know? and second- no, i couldn't possibly call them second. yeah it's, um, it's y/n. they weren't so hard. really, letting them in was the easiest decision of my life. um, but love is hope. not for a better relationship, but hope in a way where i hope that tomorrow will come. hope in a way that i hope the world is kind to us. anyway, love is slow. i mean, there's no rush. forever still has a long time to go. there is love everywhere, you know? i can feel it. this world is good.

🎧 lee minho, aged 25, audio transcript:

it's always this question, huh? no, i don't mind. anyway, there is so much love to give that i can't possibly tell you everything about love in a lifetime. yeah, love is still in y/n. i think it was always meant to be them, huh? can we believe that the world meant for us to be together? can we hope so? oh, of course we can. yeah, and i think everything happens for a reason. you weren't born as an accident, you know? this is your life and i'm proud that you're living it. oh, no metaphors this year. no, i realized that you can't really explain love in things. you can't really call love anything but love. tomorrow you will wake up and you will see there is so much beauty in life. yeah. see you next year.

📁 a/n; ANDDD SCENE EVERYBODY!!! THATS A WRAP!!! and yall dk how long it took me to find those goddamn aesthetic banners............GOD pinterest hates me i SWEAR. anyway if this flops i am officially Ending It All and Jumping. send tweet!