#Coller Cans

[seyvia]

work in progress.

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Hello! First off, congrats on your mum’s business🙂‍↕️

Here’s a one shot request that you can shape to your liking:

f!reader overhears Enoch talk badly about her and an argument arises. The classic miscommunication trip hahah

have fun and thanks🍝

Leak Death

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x fem!reader.

Summary: Enoch has refused to let anyone else know of your relationship for months but still acts out when someone else takes an interest.

Warnings: Not beta or proofread. Use of Y/n. Slight mentions of an OC character.

Word Count: 2.4k

Note: Hi, lovely! You’re so kind, I’ll be sure to pass your congratulations along <3 First time writing Enoch dialogue so I hope you enjoy!

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“Y/n?” His fist rapped against the wood of your door, each tap sounding through your room with the same erratic pounding of your heart. You don’t answer him, huddling deeper into the corner of your bed, against the wall.

He doesn’t let up.

Your name is called two times more, said through a gradually thickening accent. Your bottom lip wobbles. The longer he speaks the more his words echo through you, forming half collerative truths.

Enoch had always told you the truth, harshly said or not and he’d always been able to read you like a book. It was lovely when you’d been new to the loop, something you could easily latch onto and take comfort in. But now, when he knew everything about you, spilled from your lips and dripped from your soul… Enoch couldn’t keep your secrets, only his own.

“Y/n, please!” He pleads, his knocks fading into silence.

“She’s pathetic.”

Pathetic. That’s what he thought of you and Enoch never lied. Never to you, never about you.

“I’m s- I’m sorry.” The apology is forced through gritted teeth, as foreign to your ears as it was his tongue and to you, nothing but insincere. “Please just open the door?”

“Her peculiarity was intriguing to me at first too. Now I know it’s nothing but an inconvenience to us, a curse really.”

You are cursed. One touch of your body in the wrong place and you risk the possibility of unintentionally taking someone’s life. Poison runs through your ulnar veins and produces a slick substance on your wrists, never ending and never washing away, no matter how hard you scrub it always comes right back. A brush of the skin there or a leak through your gloves, everything becomes unsafe.

“There’s been countless times we’ve had to spend the day out just because she caught her glove on something. You think you’d be safe kissing her? Holding her hand? You’d die quick and painful. The loop couldn’t save you.”

The poison acts quick, leaking through most fabrics and seeping right through the pores of any skin it touches. Death is almost instantaneous once it’s been touched.

“She’s a walking hazard.” He scoffed. “She leaks death.”

You are always a hazard. You’ll always leak death.

You don’t always have to be pathetic.

Your door shakes under the weight of his fist once again. His voice has stayed quiet until now, speaking as though you were conversing face to face. “Y/n,” He pleads louder. “Please. If you just open the door, I can explain. Or- or don’t open it and just let me know you’re listening.”

You scoot to the edge of your bed, shoving your blanket to the side. The mattress squeaks lightly under you and you cringe, praying he didn’t hear and take it as a sign to keep talking. Trying your hardest to stay quiet, you shuffle over to the door.

The brass of the door handle makes a funny noise against the leather of your glove, squeaking as your fingers curl around it.

Enoch is silent on the other side and you wonder for a second if maybe he’d given up like you’d earlier knew he would but then his voice sounds again, only this time he’s not speaking to you.

“What do you want, Emma?” He spits, a dagger of defence spearing through the silence.

You pause, every breath feeling too loud, too incriminating.

“You’re a jerk, Enoch.” Emma claims. You can almost picture how she stands, tall with her shoulders back and frowning in the way only she can, sure and disappointed. “I can’t believe you.”

“Leave. This has nothing to do with you.” Enoch snarls.

This Enoch was more familiar to you, angry and defensive always. This was the Enoch you’d met way back when, fresh to the loop and in need of a friend. This was the Enoch who could only ever keep his own secrets, have his own back.

“Y/n is my friend. This has everything to do with me.” Emma defends, scoffing loud enough for you to hear. “You’re a jerk. How many times did Miss Peregrine have to convince us that there was nothing wrong with our peculiarities despite what non-peculiars had to say about them? All for you to become a part of the problem.”

“You don’t think I know that?” He spits. “I’m trying to apologise, so just go away, Emma.”

“No!” She exclaims. “You do this all the time! You’ve treated her badly since you met her, the only difference this time was that she didn’t just let it happen.”

Your heart pangs. They all knew. They all knew how much of a pushover you are, how pathetic you are. Embarrassment gnaws at your gut.

“Y/n is more than capable of sticking up for herself.” Enoch says firmly, his accent twanging into a growl. “Don’t make her out to be stupid. You're not around to see it.”

Emma stays silent for a moment. “You think that makes what you say acceptable?”

It’s a rhetorical question really but Enoch answers anyway, with words you never expected to roll off his tongue. “No.” He grits. “But my girlfriend is more than capable of telling me if she has a problem, she doesn’t need your help.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Your hold on the handle tightening.

There’s a collective gasp through the hallway that causes your eyebrows to furrow, the sound much too loud to be only Emma.

You open the door before you can really think about what you’re doing, coming face to face with the wide eyes of your loop-mates. Miss Peregrine stands behind them, her sharp gaze flitting sternly between you and Enoch. When her eyes catch yours she stares for a long moment, one that has your heart pausing for a whole new reason, before she smiles softly.

“Come along, children,” She beckons, gesturing to the stairs beside her. “I think Enoch and Y/n have some things to discuss.”

The youngest of the children go without question, muttering between themselves as they glance between you and Enoch with unbidden excitement. Olive gives you a long glance before she follows, one that you can’t quite decipher the meaning of but don’t yet care much for.

Jacob, Emma and Sam all linger. Emma’s mouth gapes and snaps shut twice before she turns to you. “Y/n?” Her wide eyes glimmer with question, straying only to further scan you. You shuffle uncomfortably, her eyes scorching your skin.

“Emma?” You murmur back, avoiding her piercing gaze.

“Girlfriend?”

“I-“ You take a deep, grounding breath. “Maybe? I’m– I’m sorry for not… telling you.”

Emma clenches her jaw. “Why didn’t you?” She spits.

You ignore the tightening of your throat. Jacob steps forward, resting a grounding hand in the crook of her shoulder. Emma seems to sense something in the touch, taking a small step back into his chest.

You stammer over a few words, trying to scramble together a response that wouldn’t paint Enoch in a bad light.

You’re not sure why you’re still trying to protect him, still defending his case even when you didn’t agree, didn’t understand it but you are; you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to stop.

Words fail you.

But like he always does, Enoch reads you like a yawning book, wide and full of secrets. He does something he’s only ever done once. “It’s my fault,” He takes the blame. “I didn’t want anyone to know. It wasn’t anyone’s business.” Even if it was his fault.

“Of course it was.” Emma says, exasperated. Raising and dropping her arm in his direction for full effect.

You see Enoch’s jaw clench in the corner of your eye, pulling taught in the way you’ve always loved, but he doesn’t respond. You look away.

“Emma,” Miss Peregrine interrupts, tone as firm as always. “Take a minute to cool down before you get ready for super. Jake, go with her.” She instructs.

Emma takes a breath, lips forming a would be argument. One look from Miss Peregrine has her quickly relenting, her lead boots clanging roughly with the floor as she stomped down the stairs, Jacob scurrying after her without so much as a glance in your direction.

“Sam.” The ymbryne calls sternly. Sam doesn’t look away from you, hasn’t once since you opened the door but he tilts his ear in her direction. “Downstairs to get your hands washed. Super will be ready in precisely five minutes.”

He stands dead still a few seconds longer, staring right through you with something unnerving lighting his gaze. Your skin crawls. Enoch steps before you, his shoulder shielding your face from Sam’s watching eyes. As angry as you are with Enoch right now, you couldn’t help but feel safer with him before you.

Sam’s smile is sharp as he finally looks away, something malicious gleaming his teeth as he finally pivots and travels down the creaky stairs, muttering a ‘yes, Miss Peregrine’ along the way.

“Don’t take too long, children.” Miss Peregrine says as she steps towards the stairs. “We wouldn’t want you to be too late to super, would we?”

“No, Miss Peregrine.” You and Enoch murmur simultaneously.

Enoch turns to you the second you can no longer hear her footsteps, gripping you by the waist and walking you backwards into your room before you can protest. The door clicks shut loudly behind you, forced closed by the toe of his shoe.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now,” He rushes out. “But please just listen before you start scolding.”

You choose to stay silent out of pure curiosity to what excuse he could pull together, ready and willing to call him out. If anything, he’d buttered you up by believing you were capable of scolding him.

“The others were playing one of their undeniably idiotic games again and he- Sam expressed a… liking for you.” He spat like the words were poison in his mouth.

You furrowed your brows, waiting. Nothing more came from him. “That’s it?” You scoff.

“That’s it.” He confirms, fingers twitching against your sides. You shove him off in frustration.

“Are you pulling my leg?” You frown. “You said all that you said because Sam might like me? That’s it? Are you kidding me, Enoch?”

Enoch narrows his eyes at you. “Might? He might as well have had Fiona grow you a flower garden.”

“I don’t care!” You snarl, exasperated. “You called me pathetic, a walking hazard! You said I leak death! You humiliated me, you backstabbed me. You used my words to make me look bad. I trusted you! I trusted you and you took advantage of it!”

“I was trying to make him leave you alone!” Enoch’s bellow echoes through your room, loud enough that you’re sure the others heard him too.

You inhale deeply, your shoulders dropping with defeat. “What does it matter anyway?” You heave a rough sigh.

He pauses, chest rising and falling erratically. “What?”

“What does it matter?” You repeat, swallowing. “He didn’t know we were together. No one knows we’re together. Hell, half the time I don't even know if we’re together!”

“I-“ He starts, face dark with anger before taking a deep breath. “You’re right. You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“You said I was cursed, Enoch.” You whisper. His frown deepens. “Is that what you think of me? You think holding my hand and kissing me is nothing but dangerous? Is that why you won’t let me tell, so you don’t have to do those things?”

“No!” He exclaims, stepping forward with an outstretched hand. “No. You think I would be with you if I thought all those things? You think death through love scares me? I-”

“You said those things, Enoch, not me.” You interrupt, pointing an accusing finger into his chest.

“I know!” He snarls. “I was just trying to get him to leave you alone. I know he makes you worry. I was saying the things I thought would scare him, not me.”

“It had to come from somewhere, Enoch O’Connor.” You growl back, fisting his shirt. “You think those things. Probably always have. Stop treating me like I’m naive.”

“You’re not naive, Y/n.” His tongue pokes out to softly wet his lips, a subtle nervous gesture you’d never been able to take your eyes away from. “I- I have thought them.” He looks away from you, guilty.

Your heart hurts as you take a step back, unfisting his shirt. It was different to hear it come from his mouth than you just thinking it; it cut much deeper. Your eyes water quickly, clouding over with pooling tears that spill down your cheeks quicker than you can stop them.

“In the beginning,” He rushes to continue, his voice thick and frantic. “When we first got together. I couldn’t help it, it was a possibility. Is a possibility. But you’re worth the risk — and more than.”

Your lip wobbles once more, trembling uncontrollably against your words. “What you said was downright nasty.” You cry. “I don’t think it was just the beginning.”

“It was.” He almost pleads. “It was. I don’t care about your peculiarity because you don’t care about mine. You take all the precautions, you make it safe. My peculiarity is all about the dead, I could hardly be scared of you.”

“Don’t brag.” You scoff, trying to smother your emotions back down into the chest box through distraction. “You do enough of that already.”

Enoch huffs a chuckle. “Whatever.”

“You have a lot of making up to do for that.” You sniffle, finally glancing over at him.

“You forgive me?” He swallows lightly, almost unnoticeable if not for the bob of his throat.

You shrug. “Are we still a secret?”

“I don’t think that’s possible anymore.” He shakes his head, dark curls ruffling with the motion.

“Your fault.” You pursue your lips.

“Never said it wasn’t.” He smirks lightly. “I’ll fix it. All of it.” He promises.

You relent into his lure, awaiting the upcoming weeks of him making it up to you in all the best ways with bode excitement. “I want at least a week of fights between my favourite homuncoli.”

Enoch steps up to you, the toes of his shoes meeting yours. His hands find home on your hips, pulling you flush against himself. Your cheeks flush pink.

“Deal.” He grins, leaning his head down to yours, connecting your lips with a tender passion.

~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~

I’m beating writers blocks ass over here!

Like, comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated and very encouraging!

[w1z4rd-l1z4rd]

So tite said that if you give a quincy an asauchi they can get zanpakuto and well. Be a shinigami.

So.

Bankai Uryu. Heavily inspired by that event uryu from bbs. But more wings bc it's coller.

He can do 3 big shot then he deflates or something.

[firefly-ghoul]

You can’t tell me this man didn’t glue them rinstonestone on himself

I can just imagine perpetua sitting in his new office by himself silently glueing rinstonestone to his mask and Roman coller. He just focusing on getting it done in time for his first photo shoot as papa, looking at his clock every so often and cursing at himself for putting it off so long.

He may even ask copia for help if he thinks he’s running out of time, but of course copia can’t just sit in silence like perpetua so he brings his boombox quietly playing oldies as they glue rinstonestone together. In the morning the ghouls find the twins passed out on his desk rinstonestone littering the desk.

[x-aefx]

Malachy Granger x fem!oc

Warnings: age gap, smoking, swearing, suggestive but not smut

“Fuck you Avery! God-you’re so fucking clueless!” Callum shouted, his school uniform worn messily with the coller button undone and his shirt visible under his jumper. He walked backwards, facing Avery as he screamed at her.

“I’m fucking clueless? You can’t even zip up your trousers, dickhead!” Avery screamed back, causing Callum’s eyes to instantly drop to his trousers where his fly was unzipped. He rushed to zip it up.

Her short school skirt blew gently with the breeze, her school shirt that was untucked offered little protection from the cold air.

“You fucking bitch!” Callum screamed, embarrassed and angry.

Avery angrily stormed off, holding her arm high in the hair as she held up her middle finger to him.

Callum began storming after the girl with nothing but determination, eager to reach her with each angry step. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white as his fingers digged into the skin of his hand.

Malachy, who had been watching the whole ordeal, watching her, strode across the street and stopped infront of the young school boy. He placed one hand on his chest, preventing him from walking another step, the other hand was on his shoulder.

“Don’t fucking think about it.” Malachy warned, his voice cold and left no room for arguing.

The boy was young, with almost a childish face and features. Malachy towered over him easily making him more intimidating.

Callum pulled away from the unknown man roughly, he huffed before storming off in the opposite direction defeatedly.

Knowing he wouldn’t come back, Malachy turned and watched the mysterious girl striding away in the distance. Her school skirt was short, exposing her legs and her shirt was tight.

Malachy noted she wore the same uniform as Amy.

The walk from school to her house was a quick one. Avery kicked the empty beer bottles that littered the floor out of her way, walking past her dad who lay passed out on the couch, she rushed upstairs to her bedroom to change out of her school uniform.

Her dad wouldn’t care that she was mitching school, or that she had gotten another detention that she wouldn’t bother attending. He didn’t care about anything once he had his drink and weed. She was glad it was her final year at school, then she could leave this shitty town.

Avery shrugged off her school shirt, unbuttoning the buttons hurriedly. She replaced it with a black tank top, covered by a flannel. She changed out of her school skirt and into black denim shorts. She wore her black boots and a variety of long necklaces. She pulled her short blonde hair into a messy half up half down style.

She quickly left her room and hurried down the stairs. She didn’t take a second glance at her father, leaving through the door and slamming it shut after her. She hoped it would wake him but knew it wouldn’t.

Her rushed footsteps slowed down as she placed the fag between her lips. She searched her pockets before realising she had left her lighter at home. “Fuck!” She cursed.

Looking around she realised she was at the Boat Hut.

She seen a man standing near the entrance, lighting his own cigarette. Avery decided to make her own way towards him. Once she was closer she realised he was a slightly older man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a black leather jacket and black hoodie underneath, the hood of which was raised over his head.

Avery didn’t let her confidence falter when his eyes met hers and a smirk formed on his lips at the sight of her approaching. He blow out the smoke as his eyes trailed up and down her body.

“What can I do for you, young lady.” He spoke almost as if he were taunting her.

“Can I borrow your lighter. I left mine at home.” Avery said rather bluntly. She stared at him expectantly, Callum had ruined her mood and taken all her patience.

Malachy raised his brow teasingly, making a tsk tsk tsk sound with his mouth. “That’s not very polite.” He faked offence.

Avery stiffed a groan. “May I please borrow your lighter.” She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

Malachy took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, he held his hand out waiting for her to take it from him. When Avery reached out to take the lighter from his grasp, he pulled back his hand quickly.

“Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me.” He warned her, referring to her action moments prior. Avery stared at him intimidated. She shifted her weight onto her other foot, thinking he was angry until he brought the lighter to her mouth. He lifted her chin with his hand, lighting the cigarette for her as he watched her closely.

Avery stayed quiet, inhaling the fag gratefully.

“I seen you arguing with a boy earlier.” Malachy hummed. “Who was he?” He couldn’t resist asking her. He felt an unknown feeling building in his stomach.

Avery wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t dare, remembering his earlier warning.

“Just this boy from school.” She said vaguely.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Malachy found his breathing was heavy as he watched her inhale and exhale the smoke.

Avery looked up at him with a raised brow and smirk, her head tilted to one side. “Not anymore.”

They both felt droplets fall from the sky and land on their skin, becoming heavier by the second until it was completely pouring.

Malachy roughly pulled her by the arm and into the boat hut away from the rain and cold.

“Hey what the fuck!” Avery shouted in surprise.

“Be grateful I’m not making you stay out in the rain.” He walked closer to her. He pulled his hood down, allowing Avery to see more of his face.

Avery stepped back.

“Maybe I should have left you outside.” Malachy continued his taunts. stepping closer to her. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it down on the ashtray on the nearest table.

Avery remained silent, taking a step back for every step he took forwards. She couldn’t deny he was good looking, mature, unlike Callum. He looked strong and masculine not short and weak. Like a proper man.

“Would you have run back to that little boyfriend of yours.” Malachy almost laughed at the thought of him. He took the cigarette out of Avery’s mouth when he was close enough. The back of Avery’s knees hit the couch, she fell onto the leather seat with Malachy standing between her legs. She couldn’t look away from him.

“Would you?” Malachy repeated. One of his hands reached down to cup her cheek, caressing the skin gently.

“No.” Avery breathed out, eyes glued to his. She became desperate to earn his attention, his touch.

Malachy hummed in approval.

“Have you ever been touched by a real man before?” He asked suddenly, his voice low and rough.

“No.” Avery confessed, she felt herself becoming aroused, hot to the touch the more he looked at her or she heard his voice.

Malachy tutted.

He lowered himself so he was kneeling inbetween her legs. Both his hands found their way to her legs, moving upwards slowly until they reached her thighs.

His touch made every hair on her body stand up. It was something she had never felt with any of the boys she had been with in the past. They were boys when he was a man. Guys her age weren’t the same.

“I can take care of you.” He whispered the promise, his hands moving up and down her legs slowly, brushing her inner thigh. “I’ll show you how a man takes care of you. How you deserve to be treated.”

Avery’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation that flowed through her entire body to her very core. Her mouth opened slightly.

“Do you trust me.” He said lowly, stopping his movements as he leaned in closer to her.

“Yes.” Avery breathed out, aching for more.

“Good girl.”

[maybeoneday2121]

PROTECTOR

Aomine x reader

I haven’t been able to see much kuroko no basket fanfic so i am going to try to write some. Ignore that Aomine is a bit out of character he was difficult to write about for some reason.

“Well, look who came crawling back?”

You were on your way to grab a drink for you and your current boyfriend, Aomine. You were here watching and supporting him at his basketball tournament. You instantly recognized the dark gravelly voice. It was unfortunately your terrible ex boyfriend Hanamiya.

So many people asked why you had chosen to date him, you honestly couldn’t tell them. Who were they to judge you were a young and naive girl who never had a boyfriend before. You had chosen to just block that time out of your brain. But apparently your past partner clearly didn’t.

You hadnt been dating aomine for very long but he was already more then the partner that Hanamiya was. I mean Aomine wasn’t perfect but he was superior in many ways compared to your ex.

You looked at Hanamiya right in eyes and let out a soft chuckle.

“In your dreams, and I also don’t recall giving you permission to talk to me.”

“Well you looked so lonely over her, you never liked coming to my games so I am just wondering what you’re doing here, trying to get me back as to be the only logical reason.”

He slowly made his way closer and closer to you while speaking.

“It’s honestly none of your business.”

“No but we do have unfinished business, darling.”

He gave you a look and you could see the evil glint in his eyes as he was mere inches away from your face now.

You were never one to be scared off easily but after dating him for awhile you saw an extreme dark side of him and you felt the need to just get away from him as soon as possible. You didn’t trust him one bit.

“Hanamiya, we don’t have any more business, now I have game to go watch, my boyfriend’s game actually.”

You start to turn away from him, but before you can leave he grips your waist.

“Boyfriend?”

His grip on your waist tightens, you start to push and fight your way out of his grip.

Trying to keep your composure, you speak to him calmly.

“Hanamiya if you don’t let me go I will scream.

With his hold you could feel bruises already starting to form. You were about to yell and kick him in the balls when you both froze hearing a deep voice.

“She said let her go.”

You recognized the voice immediately, Aomine had found you probably because you were taking to long.

Aomine was shooting a deadly glare towards the man holding you. You had never seen that type of look in his eye not even when he played basketball.

Hanamiya must have also sensed the dangerous aura coming off of him. He slowly let you go but Aomine didn’t like how slow he was going and ran out of patience.

With the speed of the bullet, Aomine grabbed Hanamiya buy the coller and slammed him against the wall making sure to give him some bruises.

“Don’t you ever touch her like that ever again, you don’t want to know what will happen to you if see it again.”

You quickly slipped behind your very angry boyfriend, making sure to stay out of way. Honestly for why he did to he deserved the treatment from your man.

For once Hanamiya was a loss for words, he was genuinely spooked and was filled with fear.

“Get the fuck out of here, you son of a bitch.”

He slams him aggressively one more time and drops him to the ground. Hanamiya shakes himself and slowly limps away avoiding both of your eyes.

Aomine turns to you the anger slowly disappears from him, concern lacing his features instead.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am fine, I just wasn’t him to get that close to me.”

“Next time I see that asshole it’s on sight.”

“Not if I beat it to you, you dummy.”

Trying to add humour to loosen your boyfriend back up, you could still sense the tension coming from him.

Aomine just looked at you, he felt terrible for letting you get hurt like you did. He always had trouble showing his emotions through the gigantic walls that he built up.

“I am okay Daiki, it wasn’t your fault, honestly my fault for dating him.”

Smiling as you looked at in his beautiful blue eyes.

He just slightly smiled at you, and gave you the softest hug he ever has given you.

You definitely weren’t used to this side of the soft Aomine but you weren’t complaining. You enjoyed the moment as much Ou could.

“Hey babe, where’s my drink I sent you to get almost 30 minutes ago.”

You just softly punched him and grabbed his hand to drag him along.

[hazzyking]

Hey kids! So you know that part 2 I'm supposed to be working on? Yeah this isn't it. But you'll still enjoy it! Lmao I'm sorry I suck at everything.

POV: You and Buggy get into a heated fight. You say something you didn't mean about his nose, so he's sleeping below deck with the crew, and you're alone in the captains quarters, and you can't sleep.

Apologize

It was one of those nights at almost 3am when your mind was racing. All you wanted was the sweet relief of sleep but your brain was running to fast. You groaned and threw the sheets to the side as you reluctantly got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. You shivered as the wind of the seas prickled your skin, your hands smoothed over the bumps and you quickly ran into the kitchen, shutting the door behind you finally feeling warmth. you quietly opened the cabinets and got yourself a mug and started brewing your favorite hot beverage, sighing in relief that no one has woken up yet, you peered out of the galley window looking up at the twinkling stars shining in the clear navy blue sky. Your nose was tickled by the smell of your beverage and your lips curled into a smile as you hummed softly, but you were violently torn from your thoughts when you heard the creek of the wood floor in the kitchen and a Familiar voice mutter "fuck"

"Hey" you said casually, turning around to lean against the counter looking at the clown infront of you. 

"H-hey. Sorry- I didn't mean to wake you" Buggy spoke nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. You giggle softly viewing his casual appearance infront of you, just a t-shirt and sweat pants. And smudged clown makeup. 

"You know if you never take that paint off your gonna get acne" you mumbled fixing your drink. 

"No one would notice with this big nose anyway" Buggy responded muttering as he opened the cabinets and pulled out a box of cereal. 

"I still think you should take care of your skin" you look at him with gentle eyes. 

"It seems like I don't really care what you think" Buggy responded, taking a handful of cereal from the box and stuffing his face with it. 

"I could help you-" you said, setting your mug down and approaching him. 

"If I said yes would you drop it?" Buggy asked. 

"Yes. Captain" you said, biting down on your lip. 

"Hm," Buggy hummed to himself pulling you close to him, with his hands around your waist. 

"I thought you were still mad at me?" You asked in a gaspy tone. 

"I can never stay mad at you" Buggy said, his groggy features turning into a smirk as he lifted you up and placed you on the counter with a plop. You giggled at his actions as his hand snaked between your legs as you spread them so he could slide in between you, he scooped you up under your ass pulling you close to him, you felt his cock rub against your thigh and you shivered. "I miss you" Buggy groaned in your ear as his lips placed butterfly kisses on the soft skin of your neck. You cooked your neck to the side giving him more ground to cover, he hummed as he continued to bite and suck on your neck, his hand moving up to grasp your brest and encourage your nipples over the thin fabric of your pajamas. Breathy moans escaped your mouth, he didn't even give you a chance to speak, his tounge and teeth roaming between your neck and coller bone, his thumb and index finger rolling your nipple while his other hand snaked under your pajamas and squeezed your ass. You gasped at his tight grip and he chuckled darkly, his hand let go of your nipple as he slid the straps off your shoulders, you shimmied your top half out of your shirt revealing your brests Buggy licked his lips hungerly as his mouth slowly made its way to your nipple, latching onto it and sucking and biting gently. You knocked your head back against the cabinet moaning at the sensation, your legs tightened around his waist as his mouth trailed lower and lower, until he was on his knees and pulling you over the counter so his tounge can meet your entrance. 

"Oh god~" you gasped out, nestling on top of his face, he moaned as licked up your juices that were slowly forming from his actions, his mouth latched to your clit as he sucked desperately for a reaction, your hand quickly gripped his messy blue hair as he sucked your clit and his fingers slowly siccorsing your entrance, you whined trying so hard not to be too loud. Buggy's blue eyes looked up at your bright red face as you panted at his actions. He smirked against your skin placing soft kisses at your inner thigh, his fingers still urging you to come. As your moans got louder, Buggy had no choice but to detach one of hands and use it to cover your mouth. You yelp as the hand squeases your face. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as his fingers and tounge drive you closer and closer to the edge. You eventually meet your orgasm. You feel like your screaming as your hand pull at his hair and your legs tighten around his face. Buggy would gladly die in between your legs, he pulls away from you, his hand wiping his face as he stands up and kisses you passionately. Your ready for round two in your shared bedroom, but he kisses you on the forehead and mutters "goodnight" against your skin, taking the box of cereal with him as he walked back below deck to sleep. 

[coffeetablettowers]

text on picture:

2-D Templet for Chorus

blue hair

bags under his eyes should follow the curve of the eye balls (exactly!)

red coller

this is the same t-shirt he is wearing in the gorillaz mobil picturewe only need to see down to 2-D's crouch

animate eyebrows

animate eye blinking

microphone missing

animate mouth singing

white shirt

red T (black writing)

red stripes on sleeves

gold studs

blue jeans

red frame is to show how (roughly) we want to frame different shots and how much we need to zoom in

this image is to be used for all the close up shots of 2-D singing the chorus. we also need to be able to zoom into his face (very close)

we will use this image for when 2-D slips into shadow (panel 14 of the storyboard) we can easily add a shadow to his face

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[knizuu]

Hey can you draw Petey whit the coller bell that I made, please?

Done n done!! ^ ^📻🧇📀

[kilfeur]

Ah ! Cet épisode, j'ai enfin pu me poser et le regarder et je le trouve assez intéressant. Car certes le thème est la vérité, le secret et le mensonge sont présents. Mais y a aussi le contexte, par exemple Vincent est un influenceur, il utilise tout ce qu'il peut trouver pour coller à sa version des faits. Et faire gober ses vidéos à ses abonnés et ça marche, il propage des mensonges et manipule le contexte à son avantage. Même quand il va faire l'interview quand Marinette et les autres parlent de ses accusations. Il joue avec les mots et les tourne à son avantage. Et Alya voit bien qu'il fait ça uniquement pour le buzz, il s'en fiche de Marinette et Adrien. Tout ce qu'il veut c'est le succès quitte à ce que ça foute la vie sociale de Marinette en l'air. Il est chanceux que la famille Dupain Cheng n'ait pas porté plainte ! Car si ça avait été moi, j'aurai fait en sorte qu'il paie l'amende la plus salée qu'il aurait vu de toute sa vie !

Marinette est affectée par ses vidéos et Alya décide d'agir et j'adore comment Alya le manipule en flattant son égo et du coup la vérité finit par sortir de sa bouche. Mais une fois devenu Révélator, il décide que tout les secrets devraient être révélé. Et Chat Noir a failli révéler son identité secrète. Mais Rena Rouge, elle voit que Ladybug a caché la vérité à Adrien. Et c'est là que je trouve que les thèmes de mensonge, vérité et le contexte sont important ici. Rena favorise la vérité, il est important qu'Adrien le sache et ce n'est pas à Marinette de décider si il doit savoir ou non. Et elle a raison, on voit que son mensonge affecte Adrien. Car il croit que son père est un héro et que tout le monde lui fasse ses condoléances. Alors que lui, il voudrait être oublié des autres. En revanche, elle a vu la scène de la chambre de Marinette. Elle a pas vu le moment exact où Marinette apprend que Gabriel est Monarque, elle a pas vu que Marinette a vu Nathalie mourante ou bien que Marinette a assisté à la mort de Gabriel et Emilie. C'est justement ce contexte qui manque à Alya et Marinette connaît la vérité. Et cette vérité est cruelle et pense que pour éviter qu'Adrien souffre, il vaut mieux rester dans l'ignorance.

Mais elle ignore que justement ce mensonge met mal à l'aise Adrien, comme je l'ai dit plus haut. La vérité est nécessaire pour se construire d'après Alya. Et elle n'a pas tort, parfois il arrive qu'on a des vérités blessantes qui nous font souffrir. Mais parfois c'est nécessaire pour pouvoir grandir. Et Alya le dit lui même que ce secret, elle pense pas pouvoir le garder. Donc à un moment donné, elle l'aurait dit à Adrien ce secret. Donc Alya en perdant ce souvenir de cette révélation, elle donne une seconde chance à Marinette de se rattraper et de dire la vérité à Adrien.

Et même si Chat Noir a eu son power up, certes il ignore le contexte et l'a utilisé sur Rena Rouge. Mais qui nous dit que la prochaine fois il l'utilisera pas pour lui cette fois ? Avec tout ça Marinette craint qu'Alya la détesterait à cause de leur dispute. Mais les amis parfois ça se dispute et ça se réconcilie. Et Alya affirme que malgré tout, elle sera là pour elle. Alya se doute qu'elle porte un fardeau mais ne sait pas quoi mais souhaite l'aider. Ce passage va revenir c'est évident.

En soit c'est un épisode que j'ai bien aimé, j'aime bien comment les thèmes : de la vérité, du secret, du contexte et des mensonges sont développés. A un moment ou un autre, Adrien apprendra la vérité que ce soit de la bouche de Marinette ou bien de quelqu'un d'autre. Ça va être dur et compliqué mais ils s'en sortiront. Car tout comme chaque adolescent, ils doivent grandir !

Ah, this episode, I've finally been able to sit down and watch it, and I find it quite interesting. The theme is truth, secrecy and lies are here. But there's also the theme of context, for example Vincent is an influencer, he uses everything he can find to stick to his version of events. He propagates lies and manipulates the context to his advantage. Even when he goes to do the interview when Marinette and the others are talking about his accusations. He plays with his words and turns them to his advantage. And Alya can see he's only doing it for the buzz, he doesn't care about Marinette and Adrien. All he wants is success, even if it means ruining Marinette's social life. He's lucky the Dupain Cheng family didn't press charges! Because if it had been me, I'd have made sure he paid the biggest fine he'd ever seen!

Marinette is affected by his videos and Alya decides to take action, and I love how Alya manipulates him by flattering his ego, so that the truth finally comes out of his mouth. But once he becomes Revelator, he decides that all secrets should be revealed. And Chat Noir came close to revealing his secret identity. But Rena Rouge sees that Ladybug has kept the truth from Adrien. And that's where I think the themes of lies, truth and context are important here. Rena favors the truth, it's important for Adrien to know and it's not up to Marinette to decide whether he should know or not. And she's right, we can see that her lie affects Adrien. He thinks his father is a hero, but everyone feels sorry for him. He, on the other hand, would like to be forgotten by others. On the other hand, she saw the scene in Marinette's room. She didn't see the exact moment when Marinette learns that Gabriel is Monarch, or that Marinette saw Nathalie dying, or that Marinette witnessed Gabriel and Emilie's death. It's precisely this context that Alya lacks, and Marinette knows the truth. And it's a cruel truth, and she thinks that in order to prevent Adrien from suffering, it's better to remain in the dark.

But she doesn't know that this very lie makes Adrien uncomfortable, as I said earlier. According to Alya, the truth is necessary to build oneself up. And she's not wrong, sometimes we have hurtful truths that make us suffer. But sometimes it's necessary in order to grow. And Alya says it herself: she doesn't think she can keep this secret. So at some point, she would have told Adrien this secret. So by losing the memory of this revelation, Alya gives Marinette a second chance to make up for it and tell Adrien the truth.

And even though Chat Noir had his power up, admittedly he ignored the context and used it on Rena Rouge. But who's to say he won't use it on himself next time? With all this going on, Marinette fears that Alya will hate her because of their argument. But friends sometimes argue and sometimes make up. And Alya insists that despite everything, she'll be there for her. Alya knows she's carrying a burden, but doesn't know what it is, but wants to help her. It's obvious that this passage will return.

All in all, I really enjoyed this episode; I like the way the themes of truth, secrecy, context and lies are developed. At some point, Adrien will learn the truth, whether from Marinette or someone else. It's going to be hard and complicated, but they'll get through it. Because just like every teenager, they have to grow up!

[callizinc]

Icicles by the Scary Jokes an ENA song, ay or nay....?

Sorry, I'm trying to collect songs for my ENA playlist, but it's honestly. Really hard 😭 to find ones that fit her character and the bizarre world... but we persist!

Do you have any that make you think of ENA, btw? Or if not, you can just talk about what music you like in general (if you want!), I wanna hear it!! :)

OK Heads up this ask got pretty unreasonably long But you can't just give me such a good excuse to talk about music. you can't. You can't do that to me SLASH POSITIVE CONNOTATION

OK SO ^_^ I just gave a listen to that song, and y'know I only knew like, one scary jokes song before now, And i really liked that one actually :D The singer has a very pretty voice but their very plain delivery is also very nice to listen to for me.. I enjoyed it very much AND

I actually have the exact same fucking problem 😭 I love making character playlists, yet almost literally nothing in my entire library I can justify to be enacore, BUT THIS SONG. IS *LITERALLY HER*

LIKE. JAW DROP. STARING HALLOWED AND FLABBERGASTED INTO THE DISTANCE. BRO....

I have only two other songs I can justify as fitting her though: Debt Coller by Jhariah (pictured below), which actually @aroace-elgyem sent to me (shoutout) And i was. So shocked it actually fit so well. AT LEAST *I* KNOW IT TO BE TRUE AND REAL.

Also lastly. Yes i am going to bring up Lemon Demon it's 2025 and lemon demon is literally good. FUck with me. She's literally I Earn My Life and you do kind of have to close your eyes and go Ayy ayoo ayoo a little bit Because she is not a man nor balding nor has a father nor has a wife. BUT IF YOU IGNORE ALL THAT OTHER STUFF....

And. That's all i've actually got 😭😭I WILL 100% LET YOU KNOW IMMEDIATELY IF I FIND ANY MORE I LIKE FOR HER BUT AGAIN. Believe it or not it's not easy to find songs befitting of an extremely abstract character and world with very specific problems. but i know they're out there....

😭 It might just be hardest for me specifically because of my tastes LOL—My primary genres are alternative rock, industrial, goth, synthwave, new wave, metal, and especially any overlaps of those genres :D!!

Lately the biggest artists i've been obsessed with are The Birthday Massacre and Ministry, but i like. A lot a lot of stuff 😭😭 What about you though?? i would also like to hear :D

[plantsarecoolsstuff]

I am so dense that I might not realize when I am florted that I am infact a floret I would totally be like

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*Wow, you're so nice giving me all these fun xenodrugs and this pretty coller shame. I am not a floret here. You can have this back. What i get to keep it cool. Oh, I live here now, oki whatever you say"

Just like I did with Miss Foxglove, and then she promised that I was going to be getting a new body just as soon as my Digitization finishes and wait am I floret I have to go will update

[lucy---lou]

Part 24 Lucys-hdg-story, Her new life

After dragging me across the hab and my futile efforts to escape. Mistress decided to force carry me. Which I don't have anything against, but I don't want to go outside. I claw at the door frame to no succes.

"We're going outside kitten. You need to socialise with other sophonts"

"mmmrrrrrrrow"

"I know, I know"

Well then I'm going to hide inside her. I know there is a way in there. I paw and claw at her but nothing budges.

"No hiding and also no brain melting core cuddles"

I just pout. fine

We arrive at this cute cafe and I spot Elli and also Marie? and some other sophonts all chatting. Ellie spots me.

"kiiiiiiiiiitteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

*dumpf* her body hits me at full force.

"I missed you" *kiss* "you were gone for so long" *kiss* "I love you" *kisssss*

"meow?", yes I love you to but I was only gone for an hour. I would like to say if I could talk. I also blush again.

"awww"

"so cute"

"aaaaaaahhhhhhhh how can anybody survie this cuteness"

"I want to kiss them both"

"mreOoww", I'm blushing so HARD.

"So friends, this is my pinnate Lucy also know as kitten, she/her. At the moment she can't talk, but her stutters are also so cute and I love her. I think you already know everthing else about her," Ellie proudly proclaims.

I what - why is she just so casually talking about me.

"And you definitely have to scratch her behind her ears", Mistress adds. What no - !

Marie walks up to me.

"So not a floret right?", she grabs my coller and pulls me closer.

"m- mrrr- riauw", I'm completely flustered.

"Knew wouldn't you wouldn't last long. Ellie may I ?"

"Sure", Ellie chrips.

Whaat are they talking abo- she pulls me closer at my collar and kisses me and also scratches behind myyyyy eeeaaars. My knees bluckle and I collapse towards the floor. Before Marie catches me. I whua what why?

"cuuuutee"

"awwww"

"adorable"

"I wanted to do that the first time we met, but now you're even cuter and I couldn't resist. Especially your ears", Maries gives me another scritch and I melt into her.

"miauw", I pout.

"And your silly pouts and even better your purrs"

Oh no they're so loud, like everyone is hearing me. I try to burry my head into my paws.

"Now me!", Ellie beams and kisses me multiple times. Then moves to Marie and kisses her. Afterwards they both break out in a fit of giggles. I just stare at them flustered and confused.

"Oh don't look so sad, even your tail is tucked in"

What I'm not sad? just confused.

"Come here"

Before I can say anything Marie pulls me onto one of the couch surrounding the coffee tables. I'm definitely smaller than before. They cuddle me from both sides. I can accept that and definitely the numerous pets. I slowly drift off since I can't talk with them anyways. I still don't know who the other florets are, but I've done enough socialising.

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*tap* *tap* Uhh snack time.

"And you're saying she just accepted be fed like a floret", a boy asks.

*tap* *tap*

"Well she did protest, while still being fed", Ellie giggles.

*tap* *tap*

"You should have seen her at my bowling alley", Marie adds, "the most obvious seed I've ever seen"

*tap* I cought, bolting upright trying to swallow the cookie. My eyes start tearing up. I make grabby paws for a drink.

"Here you go", Mistress helps. I haplily take a big gulp

"mrieow!", that was supposed to be a thanks.

"Everything for you", she sneeks in a few pets. My tail is excitedly swishing behind me.

"ahhhh too cute", a girl coos.

"Aww"

"so precious", the boy says.

I tilt my head and look at them.

"Oh you don't know who we are, do you?", the boy asks and I nod.

"I'm Jake Eramos first floret he/him an-"

"and I'm Laura Ersmos second floret she/her, his connivent, Hiiiii KITTEN!"

"Miau! mrew?", I ask.

"Miss Duralis could you help?", Jake asks Mistress.

"I'm sorry I don't know what she wants, but this could help", she lays a few colourful letters on the table. I quickly arrange them to spell: konyvend?

"mriau?", I tilt my head again.

"Why is everything adorable about her. I'm going to explode", Laura coos. I may blush a bit.

"Fancy word for roommates. We're not a couple just both pets of Mx Ersmos, understood?", Jake explains.

"Miau!", I also lift my paw.

"I take that as a yes. May I pet you? You're just too cute and I think Laura also wants to pet you"

I give a shrug and then nod. Pets can never be wrong. They quickly descend onto me.

"Sooo fluffy", Laura smiles as she strokes my tail.

"And her toe beans are so squishy", Jake adds. While they pet and inspect me, I feel my self slowly fall a sleep to the petting.

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I feel somebody kiss me before somebody else also kisses me a few times and then cuddles me. Mistress picks us up and starts walking. Alright I can nap again.

[broken-synchronicity]

hi! I was wondering what you think about this. A twisted Wonderland and ancient magus bride crossover! Where the mc is a Slay Vega, a human that attracts the attention ((good and bad) and are adored) of beings that live on *the other side*, like fay, yokai, supernatural and magical entities.

Maybe they arive to NRC during the proces of being takes to an auction house to be sold(they themself chose to selo themselfs). So when they leave their c̶̶o̶̶f̶̶f̶̶i̶̶n̶ gate they are in chains with a coller and wearing a white a robe. Wonder how the school or at least the staff would react, not to mention how their special characteristics would affect fae and such beings.

(Just so you know, I am not a blog that does reactionary things in general. The singular consistent one I do is the twst boys and video games from Earth (twst game exchange). Biology au isn't even reactionary anymore, more like a dumping ground for science headcanons

I'll let this happen because I really like Ancient Magus Bride.)

While your idea of their arrival sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, it would actually be more tragic if the MC was going to be sold, but the gate still switched their clothes, so now the remnants of that time are there under the robes and now the staff have a traumatized child with some very questionable wounds on them.

Oh noooo that poor MC 🤣 Crowley, Malleus and Lillia immediately clocking something about that MC being off while Sebek is like not sure what's going on but this human makes him feel weird so he must Yell At Them.

I wouldn't even know if the beastmen/mer would react or not? They're not really considered "mythical" in twst, just another regular species that can be non-magical, where fae are always magical.

The ghosts in the school hanging around MC constantly. They become the things the MC opens up to because they're very friendly and very worried about the traumatized baby.

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

HAPPENING NOW!!! Listen here while it airs: https://www.radiofrance.fr/franceinter/direct (Or click the link above where I assume you can hear it later.)

It seems they are getting to do a whole radio show once more! Russell in French and Ron in English. (Sadly a translator speaks over him to translate to French.)

[strange-hell]

Bonjour à tous ! ♥ Bienvenue dans mon univers graphique un peu chargé comme ma tête. Je graphe sur des avatars, gifs, headers, icons et vous trouverez tout ici en libre service. Je vous demanderai simplement de ne pas oublier le credit strangehell à chaque fois que vous utilisez mes créations. J'en profite pour faire ce petit post que j'épinglerai pour vous indiquer comment procéder pour le téléchargement de mes avatars car j'en vois beaucoup sur les forums qui galèrent avec ce sujet :

Il n'y a pas besoin de redimensionner quoique ce soit. Forumactif se charge de le faire automatiquement. Cela nuit à la qualité lorsque vous le faites et c'est dommage pour le créateur comme pour vous, car vous n'avez pas un avatar de bonne qualité à la fin.

Pour les avatars, icons en gifs et les gifs tout court : tumblr les transmet en .gifv lorsque vous cliquez dessus pour empêcher le téléchargement. Pour les télécharger, il suffit simplement dans l'URL de changer le .gifv en .gif, vous actualisez et c'est bon !

Si vous êtes de la team copier/coller avec l'URL, vous devez passer par un site qui rétrécit les adresses internet pour les forums, car lorsqu'on c/c une adresse tumblr, elle est trop longue et forumactif ne diffuse donc pas l'avatar. En voici un ici, mais il en existe pleins d'autres.

Voilà, c'est tout pour moi,

Prenez soin de vous et merci pour votre soutien. ♥

EN -

Hello world ! ♥

Welcome to my to my graphic universe, as twisted as my head.

I create avatars, gifs, headers, icons, and you will find everything here in self-service. I just ask you not to forget the credit strangehell if you want to use my creations.

I take time to do this post that i will pin to show you how to proceed to download my creations because i often see some people struggling with it :

No need to resize anything. Forumactif/Forumotion does it automatically. You lose quality by doing it and it's bad for creators and you because you will never get a good edit.

For the avatars, icons which are published in gifs : Tumblr publishes it in .gifv when you click on it to prevent the downloading. To download it, you have to change the url at the end by .gif, you update the page and that will work !

If you are in the team copy/paste with the URL, you have to get through a site that can size down the URL. The tumblr adresses are too long for forumactif/forumotion and so, it doesn't publish the avatar because of that. Here's one there but you can choose another one.

That's it for me,

Take care and thank you for your support ♥