#AAAAAA MY FIRST GIFS

[vaggieslefteye]

HUSK, Hotel Bartender & Concierge | 1x04 - Masquerade

"Oh, I FORGOT — you're the wise-old bartender who's seen it all! Get the fuck over yourself and pour me a real drink."

[antiquatedsimmer]

Doyle Legacy 1890s - 1900s LOOKBOOK

Helena Doyle Harrington 1890s - 1900s

Babies first Lookbook!😀

Helena's upbringing was marked by poverty, stemming from the loss of her mother. This hardship led her to turn to prostitution for survival. However, her future husband Eddy, rescued her from a dangerous encounter with a violent client, allowing her to leave that life behind.

Together, they transformed an abandoned hunting shed into a functioning farm for their family.

Known affectionately as "Dove," Which is a pet name given to her since she worked as a painted lady. The color red became symbol for Helena since she adopted it as her signature, using the color to accentuate her vibrant hair and attract clientele during her time in the sex work industry.

Even after transitioning from a sex worker to a devoted wife I kept that color in mind each time she got an updated wardrobe.

The Harringtons lived poorly which is also why some of Helena's outfits seem out of date for time, she utilized her knowledge of previous decades sewing patterns to make clothes for herself.

I used up every outfit slot in CAS and I'd rather not overwhelm myself so instead I chose my favorites to share!

CC LISTED BELOW THE CUT

Thank you creators who put a lot of time and effort into making content then allowing all of us to enjoy it in our games as well! :)

If anything turns out to be credited incorrectly don't be afraid to contact me and I will correct it!

Helena Details: Teeth | Lipstick | Eyelashes | Eyeshadow | Non-Default Eyes | Eyebrows | Skintone ( Soft Rose Skin ) | Lip Preset ( N3 ) | Eye Preset ( 3 ) | Body Preset ( 4 )

The Painted Lady: Dress | Dress Fringe Acc | Hair | Boots | Torn Stockings

Soiled Dove Work Uniform: Hair | Bodice | Skirt | Boots | Torn Stockings

Everyday: Hair | Top | Wool Socks | Boots

Housework: Apron | Hair | Top | Skirt | Hair | Dirt Overlay | Wool Socks

Going Out: Dress | Hair | Hat | Gloves ( Basegame )

Wedding: Gloves | Hair | Veil | Dress | Heels

Formal: Dress | Hair | Heels | Hat

Party: Dress (The Eloise Dress)| Heels | Hat

Underwear: Outfit is BelleBoudoirSet by GildedGhosts(orig link is broken) | Stockings are Basegame

Sleepwear: Nightgown | Hair

Swimming: Bathing Dress | Shoes | Hair | Tights

Hot Weather: Lace Shawl | Boater Hat | Bodice & Skirt | Boots | Hair | Dirt Overlay

Hot Weather: Hair | Dress & Apron | Boots

Fall Everyday: Hair | Boots | Hair | Wool Socks | Fingerless gloves | Blouse | Skirt

Chilly Weather: Hair | Sweater Dress | Boots | Wool Socks

Winter: Headscarf | Boots | Wool Socks | Shawl & Apron | Scarf | Gloves | Hair

CC Creators:

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[totallynottinsel]

Happy Hobbit Spring prompts from @acorn-and-oakleaves !

Thunderstorms + Hobbits in Erebor (ft. their daughter)

Thunder struck hard like the fall of a boulder, crackling loudly and echoing inside the firm halls of Erebor. The sudden burst jumped Evîrde awake, startling her heart as the unknown booms continued. She sought a hiding place underneath her blankets, but as the sound grew closer she fled her bedroom all together in fear. Tears welded in her eyes and she stormed through the door that led directly into her fathers room. "Papa! Adad!" She cried, jumping straight onto their bed with a thump. "There's a dragon outside!"

Unfortunately Bilbo was on the side she decided to dive onto, and he was jerked forward feeling his stomach give out completely as she landed there. "Yes! Up! What? What is it?" He blew out some air and began looking around frantically for immediate danger, even if he could barely see a thing with the little light the candles provided. She clung to him like they were glued together. He looked to Thorin at his side who gently rubbed her back to try to comfort her further.

"The dragon! Don't you hear it?" Evîrde sniffled and pointed towards the ceiling. More thunder crackled and she scattered into Thorin's arms. They both felt a pang of guilt hearing that, as since she could understand, they told her the story of their unexpected journey and the eventual defeat of Smaug. They reiterated the fact that Smaug was dead for good many times, and no harm would ever come to her---but she was little, and for all she knew that dragon could be out there now seeking ultimate revenge. Perhaps they should have left out the deadly burning fire and enormous size.

"You're alright, Karkith. There's no dragon out there that can hurt you." Thorin reassured her softly, running a hand over her dark locks and cradling her within the crook of his arm. "It's only a storm."

"Why does it sound like that?" She asked sadly.

"It makes that loud snap when a whole lot of things up in the sky mix. Er, if I'm remembering this correctly; there's a spark in the clouds, yes? That's called lightning,"

She listened intently to Bilbo's explanation.

"And that sound is called thunder. It's just the noise all that lightning makes because it's so powerful. Hm, sort of like a drum if you bang it really hard? Or uh..." Bilbo shrugged a shoulder and eyed Thorin for some help. Usually one of the other company members handled her growing education.

"There's no need to be afraid of it. You're safe in here, and even though it sounds close, it's far away." Said Thorin.

"Really?" She pawed away her tears and lifted her chin to look up at him.

"Really." Thorin playfully tapped her nose and she giggled.

"You know, when I was around your age my parents used to play a game with me whenever it stormed," Said Bilbo, moving his way closer to the both of them. He pulled the blankets over Evîrde and she tucked in comfortably. "Whenever the lightning strikes, we'd count down till the next---and however many seconds we counted is how far away it is. Did you ever play something like that?"

"Can't say I have," Thorin chuckled, finding the image of a tiny Bilbo counting away thunder strikes too endearing not to picture. "What do you think?" He smiled down to the girl in his arms.

"I'll try." She said, and at the call of the next stroke they all started counting, and eventually came to a stop at ten. "Is that far?" Ten didn't seem that long in her mind.

"Yes, I think so. Still, no need to worry." Bilbo kissed the top of her head. She looked to be fairing better, but still held to Thorin tightly. "Would you like to stay with us?" He asked, and Evîrde nodded keenly, finding her spot in between the two of them all cozy and warm. No better place in the world to be to her. She soon fell asleep all snug, and the storm drifted away on the wind to carry on somewhere else.

----

"Papa, can we go play outside?" Evîrde tugged at Bilbo's shirt as he was occupied brewing some hot tea. "Please?" She had Thorin's undeniable puppy eyes and sad frown you found it hard to say no to.

"Well, alright, I suppose. Go find your Adad, I've got to finish up wha---"

She scurred off before he got the chance to finish. "Er---be back in time for breakfast!" That girl had too much energy for lazy mornings.

Luckily Thorin had just been in the nearby common room with Fili and Kili, discussing all sorts of political business that had bored her to death---hence why she went to find Bilbo for something more interesting to suit her tastes. "Adad! Can we go outside?" She started tugging at Thorin's pants then. "Can you talk later?"

"I feel you, all this talk has me beat!" Kili forced a dramatic yawn that Thorin sighed at and gave him a glare for. "What? Being a prince doesn't mean it has to be boring!"

"He has a point." Fili murmured, flashing Evîrde a cheeky grin she returned. They were rubbing off on her all too well. "A break can't hurt, can it?" He raised his brows at his uncle.

Thorin caved in; it was already enough having Fili and Kili rally up on him since they could walk, but now three? He stood no chance. "You can, but I don't want you to go running off." He glanced down to Evîrde, but really that message was directed to the boys. He trusted them well enough to look after her, but more often than not they got a bit carried away.

"Okay!" Evîrde jumped with joy.

"Oh, finally! Sweet escape at last!" Kili cheered, and offered a hand to the girl who took his excitedly, skipping out the door with Fili on their tail.

The three of them came back an hour later from splashing in puddles from the storm, soaked to the bone and red in the nose. Bilbo had the job of towel drying his poor girl who sneezed away all the cold, while the boys found it necessary to make Thorin do the exact same to them. They all had a good laugh.

[slayanyhivegodslately]

CIRCLE SQUARE TRIANGLE CONE CYLINDER PYRAMID CUBE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[jils-things]

IM SORRY IM HAVING CUTENESSAGGRESSION I CANFIMSORRUIM GENUINELYSOSORY😖😖😖😖😖😖😖

[buffporcupine]

++ misa amane gifs

these are so small ack…

[mikasnazz]

Oh. Oh my goodness. Oh wow.

im totally fine. yup. oh wow.

[mitamicah]

FELLOW HEARTSTOPPER FAN? 🥺💚💚💚💚

👀🍂

Bison, you're a heartstopper fan too :'3?

Do you have a character or more characters you vibe extra well with :'D? For me I definitely vibe with Aled and ... it is funny, until maybe my birthday this year I vibed the most with Nick (still one of my favourite characters) but now I feel like I vibe most with Charlie of the two - I am not sure if that's good or not :'D

[snufflingfortruffles]

FIRST AID SHOULD BE ACCESSIBLE AND VISIBLE AND MY PARENTS ALWAYS KEPT IT NESTED IN MULTIPLE CONTAINERS UNDER A PILE OF CRAP AND THEN GOT FRUSTRATED WHEN THEY NEEDED BANDAIDS

so many boomers really have no idea how to run a household like yes it is news to people that trash cans and useful items can be in better spots because that was ILLEGAL for YEARS

On one hand, it's great to see people learn how to unfuck their living spaces. On the other hand, that stuff like "frequently used articles should be stored near where they're used" and "trash receptacles should be placed near activities that generate trash" are being received as radical ideas points to a serious knowledge transmission problem.

[cuteteacakes]

I think I'm ready to start designing the staffs for the 100 Princes Yuuri and Viktor cosplay

[revlw]

The way I rushed to your requests when I found out they were open😭 your writing made me giggle and kick my feet you are SO talented

Anyways! Can I please request (if it’s okay with you) a Yandere team-up with Chance and Elliot (forsaken)? They’re both head over heels for the reader and so they decide to work together..

Headcanons are fine!! Make sure to drink lots of water and take care of yourself!!

𓏵 LUCKY STRIKE

YAN! PAYCHECK X READER

Warning ! : Obsessive behavior , yandere themes , manipulation , possesive dynamics , mild stalking elements , potential gaslighting

Note ! : AAAAAA TYSM !!!! this means a lot to me truly! And I think Im KINDA bad ab headcanons so so its kinda a one shot???….,,,, I HOPE U LIKE IT!!! Art : @/fishumlem on X

Chance notices you first, but not in any dramatic way. He sees the way you hesitate near the fire, uncertain. The way you laugh too quickly when someone jokes, trying to fit in.

He likes that you don’t yet know the game. People like that are interesting. Predictable in some ways—naive—but also capable of surprising him. And Chance loves surprises.

He starts approaching you slowly. Playfully. Nothing alarming.

“You know, you keep standing by that tree like you’re expecting it to save you from a killer.”

You laugh. It’s easy to laugh around him. He makes it easy.

Elliot notices too. Not your laugh, not your smile—your fear. The way your hands tremble just slightly when you hear the killer’s scream. The way you fumble with a generator. The way you linger near others for safety.

He doesn’t say anything to you. He just… starts watching.

At first, he’s near you by accident. Or at least, that’s what it looks like.

You blow a generator? Elliot’s already nearby to cover for you.

Get knocked down? He’s the first to pick you up, silent, efficient.

You thank him. He nods once.

He doesn’t ask for anything in return.

Not yet.

It’s subtle.

Chance starts treating you like a game. Not a cruel one—but a test. A series of probabilities and risks. He bets you small things:

“Want me to boost you to that ledge? Let’s flip for it. But if I win, you owe me a secret.”

“Heads, we take the long way. Tails, we sneak past the killer.”

You laugh, roll your eyes. But you play along. It becomes habit.

He always seems to win, somehow.

Elliot, meanwhile, watches who you talk to. Watches how you smile at certain survivors. Watches when you flinch. He doesn’t say anything when you start trusting Chance more—but he watches him, too.

He starts intervening. Slightly.

That one round when you and Chance are paired together? Elliot joins too. He doesn’t speak, but he’s always just there, between you and a threat. Or between you and Chance.

They begin to notice each other.

At first, Chance thinks Elliot is just… hovering. A protective type. He finds it amusing.

“Silent knight,” he jokes to you once. “Pretty sure he’d throw himself in front of a trap for you.”

You glance at Elliot. He doesn’t deny it. Just tilts his head, quiet. Still watching.

Chance narrows his eyes. It’s not funny anymore.

Elliot doesn’t like how Chance makes you laugh. He doesn’t like how close he stands to you, how his voice drops when you’re alone together.

But Elliot is patient. He doesn’t act on impulse.

He waits. Watches. Calculates.

The Shift.

It’s during a brutal round—Jason, maybe, or c00lkidd. You get separated. Alone, bleeding, hiding behind a rock.

They both find you at the same time.

Chance crouches beside you, all charm, coaxing words:

“Hey, hey, easy. You’re alright. Just a scratch. Let me help, yeah?”

Elliot is silent, but his hands are already pulling out a medkit. His expression is unreadable, his eyes locked on him—not you.

Chance smirks.

“Oh, sure. You can patch her up if you want. I’ll just hold her still.”

The way he says it makes your stomach twist. You smile, nervously. Neither of them does.

They both fix you. Carefully. Silently. But the air between them is sharp.

From that moment, something changes.

They don’t argue anymore. They start working together.

Chance engages you with warmth and wit. Elliot handles logistics—watching your back, offering tools, helping you silently.

You barely get time alone. Not because they’re obvious, but because they’re coordinated.

One distracts while the other circles in. One keeps you smiling, the other keeps you safe.

And slowly, the others fall away.

Survivors avoid you—either pushed out, subtly sabotaged, or scared off. You never notice the pattern.

But soon, it’s just you and them. Always.

Chance manipulates the social side of things. He always has an excuse to talk to you.

“Hey, come with me. Safer in pairs, right?”

He makes you feel like choosing him is your idea.

He studies you like a strategist studies the board—tracking your fears, your preferences, even how fast your heart beats when he leans close.

If you ever question why people avoid you now, he shrugs with a smile.

“Maybe they’re jealous. I mean, you’ve got two of the best keeping you safe. Who wouldn’t be?”

Elliot doesn’t try to win you over with charm. He builds a quiet, unshakable presence in your life.

You fall, he’s there. You’re in danger, he’s already moving. You cry, he passes you a handkerchief without a word.

He starts taking things from you—not objects, but choices.

You don’t need to fix that generator. He already did it.

You don’t need to ask for help. He’s already beside you.

He never pressures you. But he’s always watching. Always waiting.

And over time, you start to rely on him. You trust him.

That’s all he ever wanted.

They talk when you’re not around. Quiet, tense meetings.

“They looked tired today.”

“I’ll handle it. You just keep them entertained.”

They don’t like each other. Not really.

But their shared obsession keeps them in orbit. And if either one of them ever steps out of line, the other is watching.

Because in the end, their goal is the same:

Keep you safe. Keep you close. Keep you theirs.

@revlw 2025

[m1stm3]

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angel by massive attack

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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader

my first ever dark content/yandere oneshot aaaaaa!!! plsss thoroughly go through the cw’s before reading ^^;

read the prequel here!!! :)

cw’s!!: non-consensual drugging, mentions of needles/syringes, medical malpractice, descriptions of violence (gutting, beating someone to death, etc.), mentions/romanticization of cannibalism, blood eating, medical abuse (???), gn! reader, no use of y/n, uhhhh freaky suguru. like he’s actually crazy (but so are u) and uhhh i think that’s it?? ^^;

wc: 1.3k (what.)

“how have you been feeling?” your therapists voice is soft, just barely loud enough for you to hear. it’s like he’s trying to grasp at any sense of normalcy, as if any of this was normal. your head feels like it’s filled with cotton when you move to look at him, a deadly look in your dazed, slow-blinking eyes.

he completely disregards your glare with nothing but a growing smirk, shifting to adjust your position on his lap. “i see you’ve taken well to the sedatives.” his cold hand grazes your bare arm as he speaks and you have to resist the urge to use all of the strength you have left to throw yourself onto the floor just to get away from him. you decided against it. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that.

suguru’s a charming man. every nurse, therapist, and criminal in this hellhole of an institution knew that. maybe that’s why he clung to you like this. you saw through him, had threatened to knock his teeth out just because you found his smile unsettling in the preliminary meeting (“a convenient way to find your perfect fit!” is what one of the brochures had read).

a few weeks later he was your primary therapist. the only one allowed to see you for sessions and the only one able to prescribe what medicine you took.

this time it was a strong sedative administered by needle, only given to you the one day a week you saw him for your “sessions”. he seemed to enjoy this one, considering how he hadn’t switched the prescription in almost a month (though you were sure he was upping the dose every week, there was no other explanation for the way the syringe seemed to get more and more full every time you saw the nurses holding it).

it’s only now that he seemed to notice the narrow-eyed expression you were giving him. “aw, don’t look at me like that… it’s for my safety, angel. i can’t have you lashing out and hurting me, can i?” his palm rests on your cheek and as much as you will the muscles in your neck to jerk away from his touch, it still doesn’t work. only a small grunt leaves you and that sound only heightens the amusement in his eyes.

“m’gonna fuckin’ kill you…” you manage to strain out. you despise how weak your voice sounds. you despise the way his eyebrow quirks up in interest in response to your threat. you despise how his voice comes out a low, patronizing purr when he asks “oh, are you?” because he knows you will. he knows that if he lowers your dose you won’t hesitate to hunt him down. he’s seen your files, he knows.

you let out a shaky breath at his words, that deadly glare in your eyes never faltering as your head nods in response to his question (though he’d barely constitute it as a nod, more like a subtle twitch of your muscles). “m’gonna gut you… cut you alllll the way from your bellybutton to your fuckin’ throat…” you can feel the delirium from your medication settling in when you’re halfway through speaking, but that doesn’t stop you.

“how gruesome.” is all he hums, a deep, twisted glint of admiration in his gaze. “you’ve certainly grown more creative.” the pad of his thumb presses into your bottom lip as he speaks. he seems almost satisfied with your violent description, like you’d just given him the greatest gift he could possibly ask for (to him, it was).

he couldn’t help but feel touched by your words, how you planned something particularly torturous just to bring him as much pain as possible. the way you hurt people — at least before you were admitted — was concise and unmeditated. someone made you lose your temper so you hurt them, plain and simple as that. you were only able to plead insanity because of the way you “blacked out”, only noticing the soreness in your arms (and the brain matter in your hair) after you had beat a man to death.

so for you — a patient with uncontrollable violent outbursts — to plan something specific just for him? oh, he could feel the pleasant chill rolling down his spine. how would you do it, suguru wondered. would you steal a scalpel from the nurses or a knife from the kitchen? would the way you cut him open be clean — planned, even — or would you just hack at his skin until you were satisfied? he could almost imagine the way you’d pin him down (not like you had to, he’d let you see his insides if you asked politely enough) and run the cool metal over his abdomen before he felt the sharp contrast of the warmth of his blood trickling down his skin. he could only hope he would be alive long enough to see the crimson tainting the pretty skin of your hands, getting under your nails and sinking into the grooves of your palms, absorbing every drop of him.

suguru was so lost in his fantasies that he didn’t notice the way you had squinted at his far away expression, a muscle in your jaw giving a small twitch. maybe if you…

suguru also didn’t notice the way you had managed to slowly pry your jaw open, the tip of his thumb now resting against the ridges of your bottom row of teeth. at least, he didn’t notice until you miraculously willed your jaw to snap shut, the metallic taste on your tongue bringing you a primal sense of satisfaction (you would’ve preferred to bite the the tip of his thumb clean off to teach him a lesson, but this would do).

and oh, you would’ve laughed in his face if you could when you heard that strangled little gasp leave his lips. you relished in the way he watched you with a dumbfounded look, his usually piercing eyes opened wide in surprise.

your victory was disturbingly short lived, though. his shock quickly turned into something almost giddy with the way his eyes seemed to light up like a child who was just handed their favorite toy. he forced his thumb deeper into your mouth, his head cocking to the side almost observantly. “how do i taste, angel? hm?” there’s a crazed look in his eyes. you feel like you’re getting dissected. “maybe you should eat me after you cut me open, yeah? i’d let you, you have my permission.” he’s all too eager to give you more ideas, more ways to torture him even after death.

his arm snakes around your middle so he can press a palm to your stomach. “i’d be with you forever… wouldn’t you like that, angel?” he murmurs lowly by your ear. you don’t have the strength to answer anymore, your eyes blinking slower… and slower…

he holds you tight as you slump against him, (the sedatives make you intensely drowsy… it doesn’t help that he had prescribed you double the recommended amount) making a mental note to up your dosage once again. he can’t risk you building up some sort of immunity, can he? if the force of your bite was any indication, he’d have to find a new medicine for you within the next month or two (not like it was any hassle on his end. if anything, he was excited to see your adorably pathetic attempts to brute force your way through the daze of a new drug).

he just had to keep you here with him… you’d learn to love it.

to love him.

[fluffypinkhedgehog]

❀⊱Lured⊰❀

SFN Community Challenge: Alice in Wonderland ⤷Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader | Alice in Wonderland AU, One Shot, Fluff

summary: Cheshire saves you.

warnings: Drowning

a/n: This was LITERALLY the fastest I've EVER wrote a fic. I know that it's shorter than usual, but this is just a short little thing to get me back into writing. Now, I just need to make the GIF for Affi's request... New to animation so I don't know what I'm doing lol. Sorry it's taking so long, Affi! P.S. I'll do the fancy colors and banners later, I have the codes on my main PC and not my laptop aaaaaa.

Edit: I forgot the tag list, oops.

The wind is warm and light as it passes through the small clearing by the lake, tousling your hair as you sit on the small, checkered picnic blanket, small sweets inside of the picnic basket waiting to be eaten and a set of tea sitting before you, steam still slowly rising from the cute cup. It was a wonderful day in Wonderland, as it was every day, but today was extra special. Not for any particular reason, though.

As You sat there, breathing in the warm yet cool wind, you started to hear a slight humming. Soon enough, the humming turned into singing and you couldn't help but find yourself humming along. It was a beautiful tune and you wanted to join in on the festivity. Getting up, you looked around trying to find where the singing was coming from, slowly inching towards the lake.

You found yourself at the edge of the lake, peering into its crystal-clear water. You stared at your reflection, its image undisturbed from the wind, seeing it singing the heavenly tune. Ah, what wonder! You wanted to join your reflection, in its sublime performance.

You took a step into the lake. It's cold, but you took another step. The chilling water seeped into your shoes. It was uncomfortable at first, but after a while, you got used to it. It was a warm day, after all.

You continued to step forward, staring at your undisturbed reflection with a smile on your face, humming along to the beautiful tune. You're waist-deep now. Your reflection started to disappear. You heard the singing going deeper into the lake. You wanted to follow!

With a moment to steel yourself, you dove into the lake, following your reflection. You sank deeper and deeper. Glass-like fish swam around you, creating bubbles. Your clothes billowed up around you as you continued to sink. Plants coiled around your ankles, it tickled! The singing beckoned you further down.

Your lungs started to burn a bit from the lack of oxygen, but you could go further. You were almost there! Just a little farther...

That's when something roughly grabbed your arm.

You were hoisted up with a grunt, water splashing as you suddenly rose to the surface. No! You wanted to hear the singing more! You wanted to join in!

You coughed and sputtered as the mysterious person hauled you out of the lake, grunting along the way with their gruff voice. "What were you doing?"

"I... I was..." you cough out water between your words. Your peculiar savior sets you down on the grass, your body shivering from the icy cold lake. "I don't... know."

The gruff figure rubs your back as you sit with your mouth covered, coughing. You look up to see that your savior was none other than the Cheshire Cat. You should faintly see the worried look on his face underneath his large hood as he kneels beside you.

"Oh," you try to speak despite your coughing. "It's you, Chesh. What are you doing here?"

Cheshire's facial expression stiffens, his mouth frowning. "Making sure that you're not being stupid." He was always overprotective towards you. You giggle, your coughing fit calming down. "You're not from here, so it's dangerous to be by yourself."

"You're always there for me, aren't you, Kitty?" You smile. Cheshire seems taken aback for a moment before his scowl returns to his face.

"'Kitty'?" He echoes, his face showing how the word is sour on his tongue. "I'm not a cat."

"But everyone calls you the Cheshire Cat."

"Think of it more as a title, not literally." Chesh moves to sit down, leaning on his hands behind him. The wind moves his hood just slightly, revealing more of his face. His eyes have a faraway look.

"Oh." You pause for a moment, looking at Chesh as he stared off into the distance. That's when you realized something: "Wait, if Cheshire isn't your name, then what is your name?"

The question brought Cheshire back suddenly, his gaze shifting to you. He seemed confused for a moment, looking away once again while muttering an 'um'.

"It's Shadow," he says, his face a slight tinge of red.

"Oh, wow!" you exclaim, "That's such a pretty name!"

"I... What?" Shadow asks. It seems that he's taken aback.

"You're the cool shadow that a tree casts on a hot, sunny day," you say, "Or, you're the darkness that shields small animals from predators!"

"Enough, I get it," Shadow stops you. He turns away, his face entirely red. It makes you want to giggle but you're a bit afraid he might yell at you again. You decide to let it be, scootching yourself a bit closer to Shadow and leaning on his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Can't I cuddle with my savior as an appreciation?" you say, innocently.

"I... Fine. Just this once."

Tag List: @affinitytales

[r0-boat]

If requests are still open and it's not too much trouble, can I request Bull Guzma, Adaman, and Leon reacting to S/o pregnancy? (Ps Please have a Happy Thanksgiving.)

Aaaaaa Happy Thanksgiving this is my gift to you! I'm grateful for all my readers!

Bullfarm au! Pokemen react to S/o's pregnancy

(feat. Guzma, Adaman, Leon)

Cw: pregnancy talk, all about babies!

Guzma

Puffing out his chest in Pride strutting around like he's the giant bull on the farm, he's a winner, and he knows it, wearing the fact that he is The Big Bad Guzbull with a pregnant mate as a badge of honor, rubbing it in the faces of all the other Bulls that he was the one who claimed S/o. With you by his side he feels as though he could take on the sun and win. Behind that prideful bull was a terrified one. Frantic and worried for your safety, he demanded and even forced you to stay in this soft nest of blankets that he had stolen and made for you. This big bad ball Cooing soft words of endearment as he snuggles closer to you to keep you warm. Refusing for you to go anywhere else but by his side because to him he is the only one that can protect you and if anything happens to you he would never forgive himself.

Promising to you that he would be the best father to your calf. As big bad, and rough as he still appears to be, he has vowed to leave the life of troublemaking behind him when he first arrived on the farm. He wants to be an excellent example for his child, a good father, a fatherly figure he didn't have.

The bulls that see Guzma for what he betrays himself to be will never understand how soft and sweet he really was. Brushing his head against yours as his eyes glaze over feeling his fingertips gently brushing against your tummy.

But you don't understand why he still puts on this tough exterior.

" it's to protect you." he murmurs now rubbing his face against your tummy. "Cuz no male will ever bother ya if they know who they will be messing with."

Adaman

Impatient Adaman over worries and over prepares for the arrival of his child because the longer he waits the more anxiety he feels. What if something goes wrong?! What if another hybrid tries to hurt you?! What if you don't sur-. Is grateful that you're always there to soothe his anxieties before they spiral. The only thing you could do now is prepare and make sure you are pampered.

Adaman is a busy bull, he knows he couldn't waste his time worrying he'd rather be caught dead then under prepared if you need him he needs to be ready for anything. He couldn't be wasting time so there he was you're serious hard-working bull fluffing the nest he had prepared for you for the fifth time before going to the orchard part of the farm to grab you and sneak you some fruits. He needs to make sure you are healthy he needs to make sure that you are eating. Because of your healthy his child is healthy.

It finally got your busy bull to cuddle with you after trying to convince him that you'll be fine and it's okay to relax with you occasionally. Adaman finally relents as he joins you in the nest, wrapping his arms around you, finally enjoying this cute moment, his hands feeling your stomach, his heart touching whole. For your sake, he will take breaks, but he's reminded why he is trying to get ready. It was for you and his future child.

Leon

Happiest bull in the world as soon as he found out, he told any bull who would listen about the calf that was coming Raihan was already sick of Leon since his child was all he would talk about. Sonia and Milo thought it was cute I know is that possibly most new parents go through that phase . Staying glued to your side with that big smile on his face, Leon was already a very lovey person, now it seems like He can't keep his hands off you! As if leaving your side is torture even when you have to work chores on the farm Leon won't be too far away watching intently until you're finished so he could scoop you up and have you all to himself once again. It seems like that's all he wants to do now. When he is not sparring with others on the farm he's cuddling and laying with you in the nest whining when you try to get up and leave him. Giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes until you cave to his demands.

This whole body is practically against you, his face buried into your neck, mooing to you about what a beautiful parent you'll become—vowing you that he'll be the best father. If you are ever feeling scared or doubtful, Leon will instantly ease those fears, because he knows that you are a hard-working kind and caring person and you will try your best and your child will love you unconditionally!

He knows that there will still be some time till your child is born, but he can't help but fantasize about holding them in his arms—the baby he made with his beloved mate. And you already look so cute laying in the blankets, your belly already beginning to show. Laying his head against your tummy, his tail thumping against the hay from how hard it's wagging.

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

Oh. My. Gods.

WICKED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

First: This man is a bisexual icon i will take no criticism on this fact

Dancing through Life is THE most amazing song I know what's going to be on loop in my mind for the next month at least

These two? gay. gay as hell. There is no denying it.

(why is that the only gif tumblr has of her? why?)

My gods Loathing or whatever it's called AAAAAAAAAAA literally i was screaming

I want to be him-

i literally want to be him

THE ENDING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GLINDA GAVE HER THE CAPE HELP- ALSO WOWWOWOWOWOWOWOW DEFYING GRAVITY HITS SO HARD AAAAAA

Fiyero at the end riding off to find his gfs i cant i honestly cant

Also. They are a 'menage a trois' to use the french- they are. There is literally no alternative. I can't do diagrams rn but it's simple.

Glinda==Elphaba

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Fiyero

simple as that

Loathing= gelphie

Dancing through Life= fiyeroxglinda (what is their ship name?)

I'm not that girl= fiyeraba

THEY ARE A THREESOME YOUR HONOUR

also stupidly stupidly oblivious

this scene i was mentally yelling at them

gelphie is well and good (and amazing) but i'm sorry gliyeraba is superior here

elphie and glinda are 100 percent switches

fiyero- well.

Admittedly you could well find justification for shipping him with literally anyone in the cast bc have you watched dancing through life? aaaaa

gelphie are in love. they are. they are so in love. the scene at the dance? aaaaaaa. they are in love ladies and gentlemen of the jury they are in love.

'i see that, once again, it falls to me to corrupt my fellow students' ICON. THIS MAN IS AN ICON. AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING ICON. MADRE DE LOS DIOS-

although him kicking the book did physically pain me but MINOR DETAILS

CON MAN. THIS MAN HERE, LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND THOSE WHO ARE YET TO MAKE UP YOUR MINDS- THIS MAN IS A CONMAN. A SWINDLER, IF YOU WILL. A LIAR, A FRAUD, A ONE-TRUNK OWNING KNAVE, AND A CON-MAN.

THENARDIER HAS NOTHING ON HIM. IAGO MAYBE- BUT I WOULD ARGUE HE IS EVEN MORE OF A CONMAN THAN EVEN THAT ESTEEMED GENT

TO BE CONTINUED???? TO BE GODSDAMMED CONTINUED???? WHAT SORT OF AN ENDING IS THAT MY HELS-

anyway i am so normal about this movie can you tell?

[slayfics]

(I am so in love with Yuta he just- stolen my heart fr 🥹💖) Hi, I’m back after like months of requesting (I think-) so how about scenario of Yuta who has a crush on the reader, however he always gets too nervous to approach them. He was scared to fall in love again due to what happened to Rika (just like you said! :D) so he just admire them from afar, until he get caught…he was pretty obvious about it- but his crush let it slide for now.

(Get prepared with so much Yuta request in the future, I just love him so much AAAAAA)

Yuta watches you train.

Yuta watched from the bleachers as you continued your spar with Maki. You had been training hard and as a result, have been able to best Maki in three spars yet. Continuing to be stubborn Maki demanded you spar with her again determined to get a defeat on you.

"Wow they have really improved, hu?" Yuta said to Panda and Toge.

"They sure have!" Panda agreed.

"Salmon" Toge exclaimed.

"Hmm," Panda hummed scanning his eyes from Yuta to you. "You sure are watching them closely today," Panda teased.

"What?!" Yuta exclaimed jumping a bit in his seat. "No, I- I'm watching the same as you two!" He yelped nervously.

"Oh come on, you know you don't have to lie to us," Panda said thumping Yuta on the back.

"Bento flakes," Toge agreed.

Yuta looked down at his shoes, unsure how to respond to his friends. The truth was he had been admiring you for some time now. However, he was haunted by flashbacks of Rika whenever he considered approaching you.

The last person he fell in love with met an awful fate due to him being unable to control his cursed energy. Unknowingly, he cursed Rika, causing her to turn into a cursed spirit instead of passing on after being fatally injured.

Anytime he daydreamed about you or spoke to you for too long, worst-case scenarios flash over his eyes. What if something ever happened to you because of his inability to control his cured energy just like Rika?

Yuta let out a heavy sigh looking back up at you and Maki sparring for a fifth time.

"What's that sigh for? You know I think they kind of have the hots for you too you know," Panda said.

"Hu?" Yuta exclaimed looking at Panda.

Panda laughed, "You humans are complex creatures but sometimes you get so wrapped up in yourselves you miss obvious signs from each other."

"Like um- what kind of signs?" Yuta asked shyly unable to control his curiously.

"You really haven't noticed?" Panda asked. Even Toge looked confused and curious to hear Panada's observations of you. "Well for starters even when you're taking way too long to pack your stuff up after class they always wait for you. They suddenly mix up words anytime they are in a conversation with you, and not to mention anytime you go out on a mission they pace around restlessly until you come back safe."

Yuta felt his face get hot at Panda's observations. Did you really like him back? Yuta looked back to you and Maki just as you spun around landing a final blow on Maki, winning the fourth spar. Landing the blow and throwing Maki to the floor you looked up at the bleachers making eye contact with Yuta. His face was completely flushed and he immediately looked away.

You felt your own face flush at realizing he was blushing from watching you.

"Just say something to him already," Maki said irritated.

Maki was right, Yuta was very timid and if you took the lead it would drastically speed your relationships up. However, you wanted to be mindful of his past. It couldn't have been easy for him to live with his deceased girlfriend as a curse all through his childhood.

You let out a heavy sigh, "No, I'll wait till he's ready."

I haven’t read the manga only caught up on the anime- so I hope this is still pretty accurate for Yuta! Thank you for my first JJK request 🤭!