#also noise my beloved!! i love textures

[lanshappycorner]

Huge fan of the unsharp mask/sharpen tool it does wonders for my art

[thepaintedsable]

Uh oh, who let me into a fandom again? Who left the niche within a niche door open??? Y’all should know better.

@sm-baby’s Carnival AU for The Amazing Digital Circus grabbed me by the bootstraps with??? Inspiration??? Not only have I dodged most fandoms and the motivation to draw fanart (not that I don’t want to show support; just no ideas in the noggin), but I genuinely don’t think I’ve sat down and put a non-ironic, genuine OC for a media I like on paper since my Warrior Cats/Creepypasta era. This AU didn’t just get me to sit down and make an OC that fits with the original media, but one that fits with their derivative. I saw other people doing it and it looked like so much fuunnn.

First, have standard TADC version! Either that or a player.

This is Tuus! They’re mainly based on the beanie baby dragon to fit that sweet sweet 90s theme, but generally a mixture of beloved childhood toys I have sitting on my shelf. She’s scruffy, worn, and kinda dirty looking and that’s on purpose. She’s bottom heavy, and I wanted her wings to give off the texture of that basically-plastic shiny fabric you used to see on a lot of toys.

No mouth, but a randomly appearing lizard tongue. For fun.

Tuus deals with the circus by sleeping. A lot. Too much. If you don’t need to sleep, then you don’t need to be awake. If she’s doing to be trapped in a digital hell, she might as well be catching up on her naps. And she will sleep in the worst places. Time for a digital feast? She’s on the table. Caine wants to have an adventure in the lake? Girl is at the bottom. Sleeping with the fishes fr fr. And you need to find her one day? Nowhere to be seen, probably on the roof.

It’s playing on the whole big, lazy, sleeping dragon thing that used to be in a lot of children stories I remember. But also how well loved childhood toys seem to pop up and disappear, there when you aren’t looking but gone when you are. Her name also means “Your” or “Thy.” Your dragon.

BUT AT THE CARNIVAL?

What amusement park is complete without a gift shop? What game doesn’t have a place to buy goofy digital goods? Tuus is the big lady in charge of the gift place of the Carnival! Her room is what should have been a shop of sorts, to buy whatever products that darned company would have tried to push. Cosmetics, virtual toys, digital snacks, whatever. But, uh, I don’t think anyone told them dragons don’t like to…. share. Becoming sentient did wonders for the attitude. You should be just fine if you don’t make too much noise, though! She’s a lazy lizard, and often sleeps sprawled around the place. I imagine the level would be set up like a maze, or a labyrinth. Isles and isles of things, with peaks of a tail or smoke every now and again. Toys, clothing, and even random things that shouldn’t be in there just trash the path. It’s your job not to step on anything! It’s different each time, though (a speed runner’s nightmare). One level you might get lucky and have a straight shot with a sleeping dragon, the next there might be so many things it’s physically impossible to reach any exit at all. Potentially can get out of trouble with some digital coin™, but you’ll have to have found enough hidden in the room to forgive each “damaged item.”

Here she is much, MUCH larger and far cleaner. An oversized display never meant to be bought. A collectors item far too expensive for a child. Think “I used to be a beloved toy and now I’ve been forgotten, even forgetting myself, and this is how I cope” favor VS “I have never known the touch of a person and have been trapped on this shelf only to be abandoned and have the personality of an unsocialized dog” flavor.

She has no mouth, but she bites.

I want to draw more of her :) She’s a goof.

[kentosdoll]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛 headcanons .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ mr autism feat. his antics

content: sfw wc: 623

a/n: look, i know there is a small minority of us in the jjk fandom that believes nanami kento is autistic, so this post won't appeal to the masses. if you don't like this, nor agree with it, that's fine (that's why fanon and au's are cool). just don't be a dickhead and leave mean comments. also, this was co-written by my beloved sibling @lesbian-choso. go check out his blog; they make lovely traditional art.

banner credits:⠀@/dollienini + @/chilumitos

Flat affect — no explanation needed.

Stims: jiggling his watch, cracking his knuckles and other joints, pacing around.

This man cannot stand loud noises, though controlled loud sounds, like listening to his screamo playlist, is totally fine.

I firmly believe he sleeps like a dead person at an open-casket funeral. His bed sheet is in a straight line across his chest, with his arms lying flat on either side of his torso — Back Sleeper™️. Best believe he can't sleep unless his room is 18°C, with his bedsheets and duvet even on each side of the bed, and a fresh bottle of water on his bedside table (in case he wakes up and feels parched).

Whilst he isn't a fan of journals and diaries, Kento makes sure to regularly update his calendar on his phone, as well as the one attached to Outlook.

Spreadsheets and to-do lists, he thrives off of these. How else is he to keep up with life?

He is very aware of the fabrics and textures that make contact with his skin. This is why his wardrobe is predominantly made up of soft materials like cotton and cashmere. If he has to wear anything woollen, a lightweight layer of clothing goes underneath; he can't stand the itchiness.

Kento doesn't like mixing cold and warm food, and he tries his best to keep the food on his plate from touching each other (this doesn't apply to food like fried rice).

He irons his bedsheets and underwear — don’t ask. Kento also regularly washes his curtains and steams them once they’re dry (no creases, he hates them).

Exclusively purchases one type of deodorant; it has something to do with the smell and texture. He can’t stand aerosols because of the intensity of their smell (it gets into the back of his throat), and the gel deodorants feel uncomfortable on his underarms. Kento also isn’t a fan of perfume, though, there was one he liked that he stocked up on. Sadly, he hasn’t been able to find anything similar.

“Don’t come in the kitchen whilst I'm cooking.” — Kento to Satoru when he senses him about to step in. He can't share the space, it becomes claustrophobic.

Baking is his special interest; he has an absurd amount of information about this art form stored in his noggin. Dare I say he would own a bread encyclopaedia if it existed. Whilst bread is his favourite form of baked good, from time to time, he attempts to make confectionary, specifically those made of phyllo pastry. On the rare occasion, he might bake a pie or cake.

This man owns a lint roller because of his pet cats; he is not a first-time cat owner. Whilst his home is relatively clean, he can't help but feel the need to pick up those stray cat hairs. He doesn't want to accidentally get any in his mouth.

Speaking of his home, Kento's apartment is relatively minimalist, though the colour palette is warm and welcoming (lots of blues and browns). The only part of his home that is “messy” is one nook in his living room. The bookcase is overflowing with unread books, some sitting in neat stacks on the floor, whilst others are in cardboard boxes acting as surfaces for his potted plants. There are a few old newspapers and magazine recipes strewn on his desk, a cold cup of coffee, and two pen holders jam-packed with various dry markers and inkless pens. It's a sort of organised chaos.

He exclusively wears slippers and thongs/flip-flops indoors. He can’t stand walking around barefoot, it’s uncomfortable, and he doesn’t like his feet being cold or picking up any hair, lint, or crumbs that collect on the floor (despite his home being borderline sterile).

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[noahreids]

NUVO MAGAZINE | Noah Reid on Switching Gears and Making Adjustments

Writer Josh Greenblatt | Photographer Ted Belton

From Schitt’s Creek to a Broadway debut, the screen and stage actor is now pouring his emotions into music. When Noah Reid appears on our video chat, he’s sitting in what looks like the prototypical New York apartment with a gallery wall obscured by lush monstera plants. The Toronto native has been staying at a friend’s place in Queens during his run in the Tony-nominated Broadway show The Minutes, which has earned rave reviews, though Reid ignores them. To his right sits the cover of his third album, Adjustments, which features boarded-up storefronts, an image of a period marked by immense change. “During the pandemic, the visual texture of neighbourhoods changed so much,” Reid says of the inspiration behind the eerie album art. “So many businesses that didn’t make it through, the boarded-up stores, they became part of the tapestry of the streetscape, certainly in Toronto, and I’m guessing in a lot of places.” He wonders what happened to the owners. “If you had to close your business, where would you go? What would you do?”

Reid starting writing songs for the album, the follow-up to his sophomore effort, 2020’s Gemini, before the pandemic, but when the world locked down, his Gemini tour was cancelled. It was just a month before the final episode of Schitt’s Creek aired. The beloved sitcom became a cultural phenomenon, winning a record number of Emmy Awards plus a Screen Actors Guild Award for Best Ensemble, and made Reid a star as Patrick Brewer, the love interest to Dan Levy’s character, David.

Noah Reid was photographed in Toronto this past June, while on a trip to his hometown from New York, where he is staying during his run in the Tony-nominated Broadway show, The Minutes.

Lockdown was an intensely creative time for Reid, if a trying one. “I was staying up way too late and just couldn’t differentiate the hours of the day,” he says, his casual approach to making music allowing him to hone his voice without the noise or pressure of a major label. Recorded live at Toronto’s Union Sound Company and produced by Juno Award nom­inee Matthew Barber (who also collaborated with Reid on Gemini and his 2016 debut album, Songs from a Broken Chair), Adjustments came to life over a series of sessions with musicians including Bahamian guitarist Christine Bougie and Great Lake Swimmers drummer Joshua Van Tassel. The result is an intensely personal, emotionally raw examination of our new, uncertain reality. “Everyday,” the effervescent album-opening lead single, encapsulates Reid’s headspace during the making of the album. “I wrote that song in the early days of the pandemic, when I’d look out the window at this park that’s usually full of kids and families but now was totally desolate,” he says. “It came from a feeling of being forced into a sort of loneliness and not really knowing what to do about that.”

Reid knows his genre of music isn’t exactly made for radio play. Alt-rock isn’t the most culturally relevant right now, he says. “I’m not trying to write hit songs. I just am writing from my own perspective.” Unlike in Hollywood or on Broadway, where producers, development executives, and casting directors determine actors’ fates, having full creative control over his music is paramount. So what is Reid’s perspective? “Finding that undercurrent of adjustments,” the artist says. “Sometimes the adjustment is about kind of letting go of what you can’t control, and sometimes it’s about trying to try to put a better foot forward.”

Noah Reid’s latest album, Adjustments, is an eight-track disc of smooth alt-rock.

Reid, 35, was born in Toronto to visual artist parents and began performing in local theatre productions as a young boy. A sensitive kid with energy to burn, he sang in his school choir, played on sports teams, and did typical extracurricular activities. But at the same time, he says, “I was going off and doing these other things that felt special and creative,” for which he sometimes felt isolated from his peers—feelings he explores on the song “Left Behind.” He originally thought the song was about the end of Schitt’s Creek, he says, but now feels it has more to do with “deeper-seated feelings of being left out of things or moving through different groups of people when you’re involved in these casts.” He and Levy remain close. “We had so much stuff together, and that became a real foundation of a really loving, trusting friendship,” Reid says. “And you know, that on-screen partnership, we had to really rely on each other and build that trust with each other. A lot of projects, I’ve taken a few friends with me from each thing, and Schitt’s Creek, it’s just that special thing where if I’m in the same place as any of those people, that’s a terrific day for me.”

Noah Reid knows his genre of music isn’t exactly made for radio play. Alt-rock isn’t the most culturally relevant right now, he says. “I’m not trying to write hit songs. I just am writing from my own perspective.”

A graduate of the National Theatre School of Canada, Reid is a rare example of a child actor who made it to the big leagues. His disarming sincerity recalls the wholesome affability of his Schitt’s Creek character. “I don’t consider myself famous,” he says. “I know some famous people. They live differently from me.” Recently, in New York, Levy asked him how he’s been handling his new-found celebrity after the premiere of The Minutes. “That guy can’t walk down the street,” Reid says of his famous friend. “I can walk down the street, and maybe people are, like, ‘I know you from somewhere.’”

Despite his current stardom, Reid has found his fumbles more meaningful than his successes. “I think some of the best moments in my life have been when things professionally weren’t working out,” he says. “And I found things that grounded me—relationships and an understanding that you can contribute to the world around you and your community in ways that don’t involve people clapping for you or inviting you to fancy parties and stuff.” This healthy remove from Hollywood excess feels like a more honest place to make music audiences can relate to, which is more important to Reid than commercial success or industry praise. Not that they are irrelevant, but “now, interestingly, professional success is abundant, and it’s a hard time to focus on it because I’ve got other family matters that I value more deeply,” Reid says. “And so that kind of balancing act can be really tricky.”

As his run in The Minutes ends, Reid is adjusting to his new gig: fatherhood. And he’s approaching it like he has everything else that’s come his way: with a level head and grace. “I’ve always had a sense that rolling with the punches is important, that things are going to come and go,” he says. “I don’t get too high, don’t get too low, just be chill. Take what comes and try to do what you can with it. There’s always another day. If that thing doesn’t work out, there’ll be something else.”

[yurissweettooth]

My Typical Art Process✨🌈

Was gonna reply to anon with this, but figured it was a bit too unrelated so I'll make a separate post! I do kinda wanna share my process anyway for anyone curious. I made something similar for twitter once but I no longer use twitter and my style has changed since then so here's a new one!

Tl;dr I draw for fun only and I have learned that textures and overlays and post-processing can do a LOT when it comes to making something look more "complete" while also not taking a lot of additional time. This is just my personal style spawned from my laziness and my love of harsh colors😆

I'll put it below the cut because it's long!

So to begin with, when I doodle (as opposed to a proper drawing that I take my time on) this is my typical "lineart":

I just draw the… what do you call it? The under parts… Like the circle and shapes, etc. to get the pose. Then lower the opacity and do another sketch on top of that. Then I lower the opacity of that and do ANOTHER sketch on top. 😆 I do that as many times as necessary until it looks like something. I don't worry a ton about anatomy or messiness or stray lines, it's just for fun to get an idea out of my head :)

Sometimes I also leave the under-sketches in or sometimes I turn the layer off. For this one I left them in.

Then I turn on all my textures, overlays, and H/S/L correction layer and crank the saturation up. The selected colorful layer was something I made once and saved it as an image material so I can just slap it on any time as an overlay. You will see it in almost all of my art, she's my beloved crutch and also I just like it lol. Other than that, I sometimes use paper textures that CPS came with and sometimes I make a perlin noise layer with the smallest grain size and set it to 'soft light'.

I also have recently been using a manga screentone overlay that comes with CSP.

Then I start coloring underneath!

This is how it looks without all of the blinding colors and textures I put there to distract you from the mess lol

Even in ones where I DO put in effort and try to use better anatomy and clean up a lot of the scribbles I pretty much never use clean lineart simply because I cannot be bothered 🤷🏾‍♂️ I don't really do anything different here, I just spend more time one it:

Also, even then the overlays and textures do a lot of the heavy lifting. Some of the overlays and effects I draw myself like the rainbow boarders around them and of course the doodle hearts. I don't draw backgrounds very often but I don't like an empty background so overlays or little doodles or text effects typically go there.

I should also mentions that I use the lightroom mobile app to further enhance all of my art, as shown above in the before and afters. I don't really have much to say on this point. I used to use lightroom mobile a lot when I did doll photography and I pretty much just wing it based on what I learned doing that. I like to mess with the texture settings and do masking edits to change the foreground and background independently to get better color balances. Like a bozo I pay for the subscription but I bet you could use any old editing app.

Oh, and I do pretty much everything with these brushes here. I got them a while back when they were free for 48 hours but unfortunately they are no longer free and cost 80 clippy now :( Should also warn you that they saturate any color and idk how to stop it from doing that so I just adjust the color accordingly before using or edit in post. Very nice though!!

Some other (free) things I like and use a lot:

Warm color set

Watercolor paper texture (free)

Cloud brushes

Watercolor auto action

Real paper textures

Prism brushes

Freckle brush

Aaaaand that's basically it!

[simperator]

Neurodivergent Papa Headcanons

Upon learning Tobias is on the spectrum, so are all his Satanic ocs. This is also me projecting.

Primo

- Autistic

- The routine of traditions, rituals, and ceremonies bring him comfort and having them be messed with will always leave him feeling frazzled and upset.

- Has had a lifelong special interest about occultism and the Church itself, but lately has been hyperfixated on gardening.

- Sermons and rituals take a lot out of him, so an activity where he does not feel the pressure to be verbal or around overstimulating sights and sounds means a lot to him.

- Greatly enjoys his thurible and enjoys being the one who swings it as a stim. The olfactory experience of incense is also good for him!

- Has an extremely strong sense of justice, making his reign as Papa go relatively the smoothest

Secondo

- Quiet Borderline (my projection is heaviest here lol)

- Being neglected by Nihil his entire life has given him a intense fear of abandonment, which makes it very difficult for him to connect with people

- Struggled with self-image most when he had the pressure of being Papa on him, which causes him to indulge on wild partying and mindless sex.

- Uses art to get out strong emotions and is xtremely creative, even though he is not the one touring anymore he still writes songs in his spare time, and greatly enjoys playing music.

- BPD makes Secondo extremely passionate and loving- even if he struggles to show it in conventional ways. But both his brothers and the Clergy know that Secondo loves them very deeply and would do anything for them.

Terzo

- ADHD, 100% inherited from Nihil.

- Adored being Papa because of all the new experiences touring brought him, all the places he’s seen and people he’s met

- Although his occasional episodes of executive dysfunction makes completing papal duties difficult. Omega is always there to give him a helping hand

- Chronic oversharer. Not of anything traumatic or obscene, but offstage is quite hyperverbal

- Has a lot of sympathy for his brother’s struggles, and is more often than not the one who helps them calm down during overstimulated

- Moreso struggles with UNDERstimulation, which is why he loves doing concerts so much. During particularly gruelling interviews he can be seen quietly stimming and growing irritable, if not only in his head

Copia

- Autistic

- I could probably just leave it there, Copia’s face is next to the definition of ASD in the DSM-5

- Loves his rats, and all animals, because interacting with them is so much more relaxing than with people.

- Will get so focused on his routine of completing clerical duties, he will often forget to take care of himself

- Has some linguistic oddities, leaving him with a bit of a stutter and the universally beloved “Copia noises”

- Has sensory issues, he strongly dislikes certain tactile feelings so uses his leather gloves as a safeguard from any bad textures. (Velvet. The enemy of all autistics.)

These are all interchangeable because of the intense overlap between these neurodivergencies and also because I said so.

- simperator, bpd baddie and autism warrior on the side of autism

[lordfregswriteblog]

Hello my beautiful little freg, I hope you're drinking water and eating on the regular and have been getting good sleep! ^^ (hope that you'll be able to see this with all the crap going on with my Tumblr rn)

I'm here to request a CanonCharacter X OC (unless you'd rather it be a reader ^^) fluff oneshot! Of course you don't have to take the request if you don't like! I do know this will be a mostly Lemon request page.

So, It would be a ROTTMNT Donnie x OC(future), the OC being Tamsin! :D

Now for the basic plot: Tamsin has had FIVE kids, and of course with that she's grown a Lil bit chubby, which causes her to be a little self conscious, especially with how she sees April and Cassandra look much better compared to her.

And maybe one day, Donnie walks in on her looking at herself in the mirror, kinda sadly staring at her stretch marks and stuff and he does his best to make her feel better about herself?

And it just gets all fluffy stuff, then they start getting all romantic and kissy-but before it gets too out of hand they hear little giggles and see their kids watching from behind a corner (cause their sneaky lil shi-). And it just ends up as a fluffy cuddle pile with their kids? I hope it isn't too much and I'm SO SORRY IF IT IS 😅 sometimes I get carried away in this stuff- Anyway, I hope you have a good day wherever you are! 💜

-request for yours truly, Hypocriticaltypwriter.

yesssss!!!!! Tamsin my beloved! also yes, i'm able to see your requests with the shadow ban!! i also love this ask bc i headcanon donnie as like the thicker people<33 this also is my first time writing said family but hey! that comes with the ask! ——————✧◦♡◦✧—————— type: ✮request✮ genre: ✮hurt/comfort(?) & fluffy✮ fandom: ✮ROTTMNT Future AU!✮ character(s): ✮Donatello Hamato, Tamsin, Jerimiah, David, Zuccone, Niccolo & Magdeline✮ crossovers?: ✮nope!✮ tags: @hypocriticaltypwriter ——————✧◦♡◦✧——————

It had been about two months since Magdeline was born; Donnie's and Tamsin's youngest child, and Tam had began getting back into the rhyme of things. Being more active and caring for her children took a lot of work, witch made Tam all more aware of her body; mainly her appearance.

She had been trying to work out and try new diets, but nothing seemed to work. That piece of tummy was almost as stubborn as Don.

So, after a small, early-morning work out routine and a jog around the house, she stopped in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Tam was wearing her exercise outfit which consisted of a sports bra and a pair of sweatpants.

Tam slowly came to a halt as she examined herself closer in the mirror, focusing on the patch of stomach. She stood in front of the mirror, sweaty and disheveled, and pondered why she couldn't get rid of that spot, that stupid spot.

Tamsin grabbed at it, squishing it; her expression soured at the texture. The dark, self-douting talk started to seep in. One by one, they slowly started to weigh her down.

"Why am I like this?" Tamsin asked herself, her eyebrows furring and her big, green eyes becoming watery.

"Like what?" a strong voice came from behind her. It was Donatello, her husband. He watched her the entire time she stood in front of the mirror and questioned her appearance.

"You look great to me," He continued, leaning on the door frame and sipping his coffee.

Tamsin looked back at him, tears being blinked away, "What do you mean 'great'? Aren't you going to say I look stunning?" She asked with a hint of teasing anger.

"I mean," He deafened, coming closer to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, "Yea, because you'd look a lot better with no clothes on." He churred, leaning in closer for a passionate kiss.

Donnie started to lean his weight onto the woman, in a heated battle, before a little voice interrupted them.

"Mom? Dad?" Jerimiah asked quietly as he rubbed his eyes.

Tam pulled away to comfort Jerimiah, much to Don's disgruntled following.

"What's wrong, honey?" Tamsin asked sweetly.

"I heard a loud noise," the oldest said, "And I gost scared. Then David woke up, and then Zuccone and Niccolo woke up too."

"Chain reaction," Donnie snorted at his own joke, sipping more of his coffee as his wife gave him the "It's Not Funny To Bully Children" look she had had to give Leon more times then he'd like to admit.

"What?" Donnie asked defensively, "It was a good joke.." He mumbled.

"Can we stay with you?" Jerimiah asked, already sleepy from the encounter.

"Sure," Tam purred, "You guys can stay with us."

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The kids filled in one by one, grabbing pillows and blankets to construct the nest of comfortableness. With Donnie and Tamsin in the middle and their kids in the surrounding space, tangled in their legs and arms.

David laid on Tam's stomach, cuddling closer and becoming more snuggled in. He yawned and softly said, "Mama comfy. Mama best pillow." as he nodded in and out of consciousness.

"I agree," Donnie whispered, "You're a comfy pillow for mutant-hybrid babies now, you can't just give that up." He said tenderly.

Tamsin giggled, knowing that with any form she took, her family would love and support her through it.

"I love you, Tam," Donnie said at last.

"I love you, too, Don."

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OH MEEM GEE, that was a roller coaster of emotions. overall, i had a lot of fun writing this one! it was supposted to be longer but im tired and school rlly sucks atm >.<) hope you enjoyed! i really hope to draw more of your ocs in the future!

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Hi, there! I'd like to send in a romantic matchup request for Twisted Wonderland if they are still open

I suppose you can call me Willow. Appearance-wise I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman (She/her and they/them pronouns please). I have wavy black hair that just reaches below my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual (demisexual?)

Personality traits: Calm, collected, polite, quiet, shy (but that can easily be mistaken for being brooding or done with everyone's shit (they aren't entirely wrong about the latter)) (someone told me I radiate black cat energy), not very facially expressive (I'm the most emotional unemotional person I know), a good listener, hardworking (I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out), intelligent (especially with numbers),

Hobbies: Making art, reading, writing, animating (I'm relatively new to animation. I don't know what I'm doing most of the time, but I'm still having fun), basically anything creative. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia, and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours, and overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

Likes: Classical music, lofi hip-hop, indie rpgs (Yume Nikki and Off have me in a chokehold, though not as tight as Obey Me, Court of Darkness, and Twisted Wonderland), tea, creative outlets

Dislikes: Cruelty, anyone who would dare to threaten my family or friends, loud noises, red meat (The texture is too much for me to handle), bright lights

What qualities do you look for in a partner? It may not look like it on the surface, but I'm a huge softie, I'd like anyone who I can feel safe talking to. They don't need to be perfect, I just need them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I also would not tolerate it if my partner belittles me or if they're just rude for no apparent reason

My love languages include making art for them and spending quality time

How do you want to receive affection? As I stated before, I would like them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I would also like physical touch and words of affirmation, but I can't guarantee I'll know how to react to that at first 🥲. It's gonna take some time for me to get used to it

My favourite trope would be hurt/comfort

As for who I would like to be shipped with, I don't really have a preference, but I would prefer if you didn't ship me with the staff

Hi, Willow! Ah, your match waits for you, waiting for you to take his hand...

Malleus Draconia

Malleus will always offer you a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen to you. He may not always have an answer to everything that may be troubling you, but he is there to listen. “My beloved, what is weighing so heavy in your mind?”

His words of affirmation are not flowery, but they are still filled with love despite the straightforwardness at times. “I enjoy spending time with you, as you seem to do so with I. Shall we do this again tomorrow?” *translation: Please go on a date with me.

He is very respectful about personal space, and the process may feel agonizingly slow at first. He would give you a small bow and place a kiss on the back of your hand, holding out his arm for you to take for when the two of you are out and about. In private he would braid your hair, and he wouldn’t be opposed to you braiding his.

Malleus understands that not everyone would see you as you are, mistaking your quiet nature as something more brooding, something that he is familiar with. He appreciates your qualities, finding them comforting, just please take breaks when you’re working on something.

Is fascinated with your animations, and art in general, just please don’t let him touch the device you’re making it on. “You made this? It’s beautiful.” But he wouldn’t be looking at the piece, instead, he’d be looking at you.

He would love to spend an evening, sitting together, and reading. He has rested his head on your lap on more than one occasion, just be careful about the horns.

Ah, you enjoy classical music? Malleus will play your favourite pieces; mainly violin and cello. Finds lo fi hip hop comforting, and very much like you.

Malleus takes instant notice of things that make you uncomfortable. Bright lights? Now everything is cast in a gentle glow. Loud noises? Consider it removed [cough, Sebek, cough]. 

He would be interested in the different types of salwar-kameez that you have; be it style, pattern, or colour. He would ask if you would like one made from the finest fabrics that Twisted Wonderland has to offer. Will you accept?

“My beloved, you are by far the greatest treasure that fate has brought my way.”

I hope you enjoy your match, Willow! Let's just pretend that Chapter 7 isn't happening. Will you accept the fae prince's hand? (also, Happy Pride Month [from an aroace]. Love your art and writing and felt called out.)

[twst-drabbles]

i have no idea what valenio actually looked like, but i game him vitiligo and a small orca fin on his hand

he's also wearing ear plugs since i remember you saying he's from the deep sea, so i thought he'd be kinda sensitive to sound

but valenio my beloved

Mmmmmmmmm! Yeah it's a bad habit of mine to not describe the appearance of my characters cause I'm so used to doing it with the Reader character, however I really so do love to see how my OC's look like to other people based on the vibes I give them. It's nice to see how their little minds work. I do have a few picrew on his earlier versions before I made some changes such as his eye color and body mass. Valenio having vitiligo... I like it a lot actually.

Lemme just ramble about more lore I have about the deepsea folk!

I changed his eyes to a dark brown cause I don't have enough brown eyed oc's. And good on ya for the ear plugs! I always imagined he had something in his ears as well and is usually pretty easy to overstimulate. His hair is pretty straight but you'll notice that the ends of his hair are pretty frayed cause he hasn't had a haircut in a loooong while. He does try to cut it himself but it usually ends up being an uneven mess so he just let it grow.

Anyways, the potions used to make the merfolk human are potions that really only work for the people that live in the lighter side of the sea. Deepsea folk have tried it and it does work to a degree, but it leaves some fishy stuff behind like alternating skin textures(human skin to slick merperson skin), sometimes scales or useless gills on their body, and, as you so unintentionally got correct, fins on their body parts. So far, there hasn't been a breakthrough in regards to making a potion that works for the deepsea folk, and strangely enough, those that move from the lighter side to the darker depths also find that eventually potions that worked perfectly in making them human suddenly don't work entirely. Isn't that the strangest thing?

Anyways, in the deepsea, there is a process that many who want to be on land have to go through. Obviously, because they come from an environment that is so deprived of loud noises and light, the deepsea folk have to do exposure therapy to get themselves adjusted. First part of the process involves deepsea folk moving into a building close to the border of the lighter side of the sea, and from there they go into that sea to get used to the light and sound there. After a sufficient amount of time has passed, only then do the deepsea folk move into the actual light side of the sea. From there, the second part of the exposure therapy process begins where they breach the waters to get used to the stronger lights and sounds up there. If an amount of time has passed and the deepsea folk still have adverse effects from that intensity of light and sound, the deepsea folk are given special earplugs and glasses to help them out. They can request for them early in case they're in a hurry. But usually, it's highly recommended for them to go through the entire process so that they can adjust to land.

They take the potion and the final part of the adjustment process begins. See, there is a number of different potions available for the deepsea folk to take as, like I said, it doesn't work quite they way it does for the lighter sea folk. The goal, while it would be preferred to look entirely human, is to make sure the deepsea folk can breath on land. As such, you'll get a variety of deepsea folk that look vastly different from one another. Some of them can't even get the legs of a human so they have to be in a wheelchair custom made for their forms.

Anyways, thank you for the aaaaart.

[sharkface-daydreams]

I will ask for a Blorbo Bingo from you, and I shall pick... Andy~

ANDY!! he's a foundational pillar of my shitweasel collection 😊 i know most people hate him and want him to die and i agree he's awful but from an ai standpoint he's so terribly crunchy for me. same texture euphoria i get eating a nerds rope. *happy crunching noises*

he's absolutely feral, completely untameable. he really only bends to imminent threats and responds begrudgingly to genuine kindness (or so i recall from how he interacts with caboose). if he can gang up on you with someone else he'll do it. he loves making people cry and i think it's because it gives him a sense of power that's otherwise unattainable for him. he can't move himself around, he's at the mercy of literally everyone else, his creator designed him to blow up and die, like. would you be nice?? no wonder he's a shithead!!

i don't fully understand the fish one but the vibes felt right. he's fucking repulsive to anyone with a modicum of self worth

bastard is self explanatory lmfao

DESPERATELY needs therapy but you know he's so reactionary and contrarian i don't think it would do much good? he'd just make the therapist cry and or wonder where they went wrong in life. they should have gone to trade school to be a plumber like mother wanted

eats out of the garbage - no-brainer. he's terrible. if he had a human body his diet would be horrendous. cigarettes and coffee for breakfast but not in a classy way, vodka, greasy street food, greasy spoon diner fare. questionable sandwiches. he's also MADE out of garbage. literally. Tex fixed a bomb out of spare parts and leftovers! he's just garbage inside and out and it's a little pathetic but to me it just informs why he acts the way he does.

gender envy - i feel like I'm gonna get a lot of judgement for this but he's a greasy, nasty, awful little guy that for the most part doesn't give a flying fuck about what everyone else thinks. i can appreciate that. i know if i say I'm a greasy nasty awful little guy people are gonna go like what??? you??? listen. i aspire to be a crunchy little gremlin no matter how uwu you think of me

beloved (derogatory). what it says on the tin. i think he's funny. his character implications are fucking insane. he's got a northeastern accent (new York? Jersey? I'm terrible with accents) despite being formed out of a protocol robot which would imply that he SHOULD have a pan-midwestern accent or some diluted British variant. where did that accent come from?! he was literally born to die. he can't blow up and kill anyone without killing himself, so he spends his time roasting people and being a nasty little shit. caboose desperately wants to be friends with him and isn't a bastard about it so he begrudgingly accepts the friendship and i think that's honestly really sweet.

i know when he was written in he was supposed to be, what, just some asshole shitty joke character that was also a plot device? like they didn't have to make the bomb a character at all tbh. could just been a bomb. but like idk i like to dig into the implications. very chewy. like a well-done, slightly charred steak smothered in A1 made on a backyard grill. low-class, tough to cut open, but overall there's some substance you can get out of it you can chew on for a while

i appreciate you asking 🥺🥺 i know most people hate him so i don't get to talk about him much 👉👈

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary32

10/6-7/2023

back 2 fixing things.

but i'm happy with how these two sound. thinking now: things could be brighter in one, or harsher, and i figured out exactly how to do that i think, i need to peak a couple freqs a bunch, super resonances in the high mids/ super highs, and that'll work really well.

it's fun solving problems and thinking about sound, i was thinking about why some of these riffs are hard to mix, and because some are written pretty low/ with lower notes (2nd octave, around c2 i guess, so not way low, but, like, maybe relatively) there's a lot happening in the mids, bunches of fundamentals there, and so a lot of the texture sits right beside that note information, and the notes coming thru clearly/not distorted feeling enough has been a problem, but i can focus on those ranges precisely, not just w/ the peaking trick but i can like, actually strategically use multiband distortion. but i was thinking about how when you play bass, the high end noises/nonmusical features can end up kind of accentuated, just as the sound happens, there's more space for those to sit, but the smearing in guitar, even simulated, is harder to deal with, plus chords being complicated by all the note interaction or whatever and stuff. i don't know a lot about music really, at least theory, i only really feel confident in dealing with sound, and mostly it's an intuitive process. so like i don't know about anything.

right now i am listening to haruomi hosono's video game music. this stuff is such an intense pleasure. this stuff is genius. the fact that these songs are interrupted by the sound effects in these games, these atonal shots across the tonal field, i feel kinship with it, it knows it's funny, and it's genius. it also reminds me of mario 3, and how my aunt used to play it, that particular kind of sound chip, one of the greatest sounds, to be sure. the kitchen where my aunt played mario 3 while cooking, the kitchen where my uncle made gyoza by hand at times, and where he played world of warcraft, the computer my aunt played mario 3 on being the very computer my older cousins showed me scary maze game on, where i ran from that beloved kitchen shrieking, and where my uncle let me watch him play world of warcraft in silence, and seeing my interest, let me use his account, and at home playing, i had experiences too soon, that i should not have had at 6 or 8. but i did. all of this only makes me love life. that computer changed hands 3 times, from each cousin down, until my nearest in age cousin owned it, that tan tower, the hefty crt, it's all gone now, but i loved that thing, that computer so old, it still used floppies. i love that a floppy disc pc was part of my life, a deep thing lodged in me.

now listening to the pole position track, i really feel connected to this, using simple synthesis and illusions to create the sense that you are hearing something not there, in my case guitars, in this case, vehicles, accidents, and people screaming. hosono is obviously working with harder stuff though, i'm only able to cheat with distortion, he really picked the sounds down to their simplest elements and worked out how to make them feel like something.

and dig dug now, i remember getting this on a plug n play from my stepdad, and earlier, from my stepmom. i had good times with those. dig dug is a game i never got good at, i'm not good at any games, but i loved dig dug.

maybe people would say these old games are clumsy, but tim roger's excessively long video about pac man is maybe one of the most moving things ever, all of this was highly intentional at the start.

now i'm listening to kap bambino and i don't know where my phone is.

today broadly was either nice or really stressful, cooking dinner was stressful, a bag of candy my gf had fell onto all the dishes which didn't get them dirty or anything it was a really inconvenient mess and then an egg rolled off the counter while i was trying to put something back in the fridge and then i made a bunch of smoke happen because i let the lid on while heating oil (why, i don't know, i say it every day now, i'm like actually way stupid, i don't deserve to live i make so many problems) and dinner was fine i think, i liked it even, it was just a lot of stress and frustration in the kitchen, i guess that will make sleep better.

sometimes i wish i had more help in the kitchen, but it's so small, and my gf never really learned about cooking or even learned about helping to cook, so she would be very awkward and probably end up frustrating me when i need to move somewhere or something, and i'm so used to doing everything alone and when i helped my mom i got good at intuiting how to stay out of her way so she wouldn't get mad at me, it's just a difficult arrangement in the apartment. she hates cleaning or getting her hands wet, so she doesn't wanna do dishes. it's fine that i do all of it. i have no job, she makes all the money and stuff. it's just frustrating sometimes i guess. it's stupid though, she pays for my existence, i can do everything else.

and there's some really awful canker sore at the back of my mouth, it feels so raw right now. ugh. a constant sharp pain, i wish i didn't have to be inside of my body right now.

it's crazy how tiny inconveniences can make me want to fall to the floor and curl up and wait until i die.

so anyways, byebye!!

[sunnis-little-rants]

Little bout me ♡

Hello! i’m sunni, but you can call me sun, mama sunni, sunshine, and array of other nicknames like tammi!

My pronouns are He/She/They/Star/Void/Cloud and i am genderfluid Asexual Lesbian.

I enjoy foods like jello and yogurt due to the texture of them. i also like soft blankets and stuffed animals

I hate loud noises and bright lights because they overwhelmed me.

I have vast knowledge of space and stars, but i might post odd things every now and then

i show affection by hugging, gentle bites, and giving food

I like pastel colours but my favourite is ether dark blue or vermilion

i like to make music and sing but i don’t because i’m far to self conscious to do it in front of others, although those who have heard my voice say it is very pretty and good for lullabies

i don’t have a favourite song

I love fnaf, your boyfriend, space, wierdcore, childcore, Minecraft, recroom, and VRChat

I tent to type fast so my spelling isn’t the best

mushrooms, frogs, forests, fireflies, and sunsets, twilight, or midnight in summer well you hear the croak of frogs, the gentle rush of water from the river near you, the chirping of the cicadas, and the soft sound of rustling leaves as the breeze blows by as you dip your feet into the river well wearing a short vintage dress and sit on the rocks and watch the fish swim past

Heated blankets my beloved

[boredstarboy]

I saw a post by @suntraitor talking about Mr. Qi being autistic which yes. But it made me think about the Scull Caverns and my sensory issues which oh no. So I'm writing this after crying in gym class over sensory issues and overstimulation. (I'm fine now dw)

Because at first, I thought "oh it's a cave it'll probably have cave sounds." Which would be great I love cave sounds. But then I started thinking about the Slimes, Red bug thing idk the name of, Green serpents dragon thing that I also don't know the name of, everything else I'm not gonna take the time to list. I can't do the skull caverns currently with the volume very high because the sounds are bad. BUT TO ACTUALLY BE THERE?? I would have to at least have Headphones and download songs with me, at most earplugs, it'd be hell. The slimes bad Terrible noises, the sound they make when you kill anything? No bad. The dirt would also be the death of me because I HATE the feeling of my hands being dirty. It'd all be terrible, so bad I would cry guarantee or you get your money back.

So that all naturally let me to the train of thought of; what happens if I have a meltdown in the caves because it's all too much?

Originally I thought it'd just be the same thing that happens when you pass out in skull caverns. But this would probably be vastly different for the simple reason of YOUR AWAKE. Like imagine Qi either knowing or stumbling upon(or However the fuck he finds you) you in the cave (this next part is just how I deal with overstimulation so it'll be different for different people but the same concept applies.) and you're just there sitting in a corner with your knees to your chest rocking back and forth crying. That's SO much different than finding someone passed out and I don't think he would initially know how to deal with it. But he would definitely like go over to you get down on your level make sure your ok and breathing and all that good stuff before asking what happened. If you're like me and non-verbal in general especially after something like that then ohh boy that's gonna be fun to navigate. But whether you can explain to him or not I feel like he'll be understanding and make sure you get out alright, after all he wants to challenge you not kill you. he'd probably carry you if that's something you're ok with for the pure reason of it'd be easier to get out that way and I'm touch starved.

If you were non-verbal then once you're out of the cavern cave/when you can, he'd definitely ask and make sure your alright and be very understanding because he is also autistic, there is a reason for the sunglasses after all. After that, he'd probably either take you to the bus, Harvey's, or your house.

AND THE SNAKE MILK OMG

I would cry, I would leave this plane of existence, I could never. IT SAID IT "TASTED BAD AND THE TEXTURE WAS WORSE" ???? MY ACTUAL WORSE NIGHTMARE FOR FOOD. But on the plus side, I love snakes and love pressure so snakes are a big plus. snake wrapped around me? yes yes, please. So I'll drink the milk if I get to hold one or more snakes, but I would probably still cry because omg texture is so bad. snakes and Mr. Qi my beloved <3

I love him and hate skull caverns even more now after writing this.

[honey-sunsets]

Dream SMP Stimming HCs because it’s wiggle time (/rp)

Tommy

He toe-walks. He is a Big Man and toe-walking makes him even bigger.

He repeats words that sound Good (“Baba” for example).

He hums and sings, though this one he really only does when he’s by himself or with people he trusts (so basically Tubbo and Ranboo).

He uses chewelry quite a lot. (Inspired by cc!Tommy saying “I have such active teeth” and other things involving mud that I can’t remember.)

He runs his hands through his hair, especially when he’s stressed or flustered.

He picks at his lips and the skin around his nails.

He also bites his nails.

Leg Bounce ™

Listening to music, of course.

He loves petting and hugging animals, including ones that really should not be pet or hug. He used to run his hands through Friend’s wool often.

He canonically sews!! So depending on his mood he might dive into a six-hour sewing extravaganza or he might just mindlessly string the same pattern for a while.

Tubbo

Tubbo makes random noises or modifies his voice (usually makes it higher pitched or more guttural). He likes to screw with his friends and freak them out with this one (like when cc!Tubbo uses autotune while talking to Ranboo).

He uses stim toys quite a lot. Rubik’s cubes, fidget cubes, tangles, something to keep his hands occupied. He makes a lot of his own toys from leftover building and redstone materials, and he makes toys for his friends as well.

He adjusts his tie as a stim. He picked this up during Manberg and it carried on until the end of his presidency. After he founded Snowchester and stopped wearing a tie, he continued the motion, but now he just grabs onto the collar of his shirt or jacket.

He sings as well, often bursting into song if he hears so much as a word or two from a song he knows.

He pokes/taps the tips of his horns.

He runs his fingers across his scars, since they have a different texture from the rest of his skin.

When he’s stressed or angry, he squeezes his hands into very tight fists and he grinds his teeth.

Ranboo

Ranboo already canonically stims!! Picking up, holding, and placing grass blocks is a common one. Pacing when he’s stressed and enderman noises are also ones we’ve seen. I can’t for the life of me think of any others but I know there’s more.

Raptor hands. I rest my case.

The little “bow bow bow” noises that cc!Ranboo makes when he listens to music.

He just loves listening to music. So much. All the time.

Petting his cats and listening to/feeling them purr. Major comfort for him.

Once again similar to his cc! counterpart, he’s very good with Rubik’s cubes. He once casually solved a dodecahedron in the middle of a Butcher Army meeting.

Ranboo to me seems like the kind of guy who likes “bigger” (more noticeable) stims but is afraid to do any of them.

For the sake of keeping these headcanons as wholesome as I can manage (and believe me, I’m struggling), I’ll say that he does eventually become more comfortable with his stims and he allows himself to do things that are more noticeable (which nobody minds, of course).

Jumping stim!! This can only be done outside or well below the ceiling because good lord he goes high.

Singing, and usually very loudly.

Shouting. Just. AHHHH.

Alivebur

He prefers auditory and visual stims to other types, though there are a couple exceptions.

Watching the sunrise and sunset becomes a favorite visual stim after his revival.

Sparks and small flames are very good as well.

He loves rubbing his thumb against the edges of book pages and flipping the pages quickly (I don’t know how to describe it but it’s a common thing a lot of folks do).

He changes accents at will. If he spends too much time around you your voice will be stolen.

You know that one time Wilbur cheered “yeah daddy Dream” in the middle of lore? The way he swung his arms when he did that? Yeah, that. That’s the stim.

Moving his fingers as though strumming an instrument, humming, singing, tapping, swaying to music, even moving his hands around like a conductor. Tons and tons of music-related stims.

Ghostbur

He likes physical stims much more than Alivebur does.

Raptor hands. Raptor hands my beloved.

Oversized sleeves with raptor hands.

Flappy hands with oversized sleeves with raptor hands.

Popcat stim. He seems like a popcat kind of dude.

Petting and hugging Friend.

Assuming blue is a liquid or powder, he likes rubbing blue between his hands and fingers. If you headcanon blue as being more like a putty, you could say he plays with it as such.

Wilbur’s love of music carries over through all of his iterations, so all the previously mentioned musical stims apply to Ghostbur as well.

Phil

Popcat!! Pop pop pop.

“My name is nugget, I’m a big fat chicken.”

Flapping and fluffing up his wings.

Petting the crows and giving them little head scritches.

Those “boosh boosh boosh” and “bap bap bap” sounds cc!Phil makes when he’s building.

Jack

He changes accents, though it’s often involuntarily. I like to imagine he’s in the middle of some really angsty argument but halfway through his voice gets stuck in a Scottish accent and he can’t fix it.

“What did she say?!” “What the dog doing?” “I don’t wanna slow dance, in the DARK—” “Boy what the hell boy.” …and other memes as vocal stims.

He also sings a bit, though not as often as others.

Niki

I guess it doesn’t necessarily count as a stim, but she totally stress bakes. And happy bakes too.

If she’s not actively baking, she likes watching baking compilations. Cake and cupcake and cookie decorating videos.

Other visual stims too! Calligraphy, soap cutting, and fuzzy animals are some of her favorites.

She isn’t able to, but she really wants to pet Steve. He looks very soft.

She’s gotten permission from Technoblade to enter his Hound Army’s kennel whenever she pleases and pet all of the dogs. They all love her very much and whine when she leaves.

Eret

They sketch random buildings and maps, or doodle on the margins of their proper designs.

Ferret chat!! Elongated fluffy things!! Soft bois!! Pet the soft bois!!

She listens to music all the time. Multiple “he can’t hear us he has AirPods in” jokes are made at her expense (which she always finds funny).

Ponk

Taste and smell stims! Lemon scented/flavored things are her favorite, but she also likes orange, peppermint, and cinnamon as well.

Weighted blankets his beloved.

“Nobody wanna see us together, but it don’t matter no, cuz I got you”

They love baking! They “taste test” and “check for poison” so much they have to make slightly larger recipes to compensate.

[realcube]

characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o  (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k 

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references 

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died 

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help 

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent 

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it 

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea 

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed 

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again 

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket 

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his  puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it 

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve 

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own  #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’  he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries 

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air 

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball 

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too 

curse you for being so cute

[ibis-gt]

*slides you 37 pennies* how would luther handle trying to go on a public date with cam (movie, restaurant, etc.) with the whole… affection turns height to no.

had two requests for this one so here u go! luther does his best to keep it together for date night. 2750 words, warning for brief mention of violence in a movie and some hanky panky between consenting adults. not explicit, just a little spicy.

~~~

Four months into their relationship, and Luther has more of a handle on things now.

He’s got the size thing totally under control. He hardly ever shrinks just because Cam looked at him anymore. He can take a compliment like a champion. Those soft, sweet, gentle smiles that spread across Cam’s face like molasses? Barely make him lose an inch. Physical contact? He’s… still working on that one.

But at the very least they can have date nights in public now, as long as Cam behaves himself, and Cam is quite willing to behave himself. Most of the time.

It’s a snowy Saturday night in December, and they’ve got a date planned. Cam will pick Luther up at eight, they’ll go have dinner at a local sushi place, watch a late night special feature from the 80s, and then come back home for some wine and light snuggling before bed. An absolutely perfect night, if Luther can make it through enough of it full-size.

He’s still debating his outfit when a gentle knock at his front door heralds his beloved’s arrival. Five minutes early as usual.

“It’s open!” Luther calls. “C’mon in and help me choose, will you?” He’s standing in his bedroom in a pair of black slacks with the horrid green jumpsuit undone and tied around his waist, staring critically at his two choices of top. A lovely turquoise turtleneck, or a stylish electric blue button-up. The floor creaks behind him as Cam ambles in. “Which one do you think is better? I guess it depends on what you’re wear - eep!”

Luther squeaks and jumps as Cam presses his lips to Luther’s neck, big warm hands sliding up his arms to rest on his bare shoulders, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.

“Both look nice,” Cam murmurs in his ear. “But I think I like the blue one better.”

“C-cam,” Luther whines, his face going pink. “If you keep this up we’re not even going to get out the door.” The hands remove themselves, and Cam pulls back, chuckling.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. All that exposed real estate, you know.” He lets out a perfect wolf whistle. God damn him. Luther glares over his shoulder and folds his arms, letting annoyance take over.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks, and you’re going to ruin it,” he pouts. “Go on, out. Wait in the living room if you’re going to be like this.” Cam puts his hands up in a placating gesture and retreats, but that damn smile doesn’t leave his face. Luther tosses his hair and huffs, secretly proud of himself. He didn’t even lose a half inch. He turns back to consider his options.

Well, if Cam is so focused on his neck tonight, that sweater might be the better option to afford him some protection. But he said he liked the button-up better… It’s lighter than the sweater so it won’t keep him as warm, but that means he can steal Cam’s big coat later on. The turtleneck would completely cover the green jumpsuit, but the blue of the button-up actually compliments it nicely. Luther nods decisively. The button-up will be perfect.

He dresses quickly, gives himself a final once-over in the mirror, unbuttons his top button, and heads out to see Cam. His boyfriend - his boyfriend! The thought still sends a thrill through him - has picked up the cat, Scrunge, and is stroking her head, making little baby noises at her. She purrs in her usual way, fast and loud, like a revving motorcycle. Cam sets her down when he sees Luther and sighs happily.

“You look fantastic,” he says.

“You clean up pretty nice yourself.” Luther crosses the room and fondly brushes a loose strand of hair behind Cam’s ear. Cam’s in a dark grey v-neck shirt and black suit jacket, slightly tarnished silver cufflinks adorning the sleeves. He’s got his big heavy winter coat draped over one arm so he doesn’t overheat in the relative warmth of the apartment. Luther sneaks a covetous little glance at it before grabbing his own shabby coat off a hook near the door.

He bends down to give Scrunge a goodbye scritch behind the ears. “Behave yourself while I’m out,” he tells her. “No tearing around the place and knocking things over.” She meows plaintively. Luther retrieves her bag of treats and gives her two as a bribe, which she accepts happily.

“Okay,” Luther says, straightening and shrugging on his coat. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Cam says, and takes his hand.

They walk to the restaurant. No point in searching for parking, it’d take longer than just hoofing it anyway. It’s been snowing on and off throughout the week and piles of dirty slush cover the sidewalk. It’s cold, but Luther’s coat is keeping him warm enough for now. He and Cam hold hands as they walk to the restaurant, and Luther doesn’t even shrink a little bit. His chest swells with so much pride he thinks his feet might leave the ground.

The place is only a little busy, so they have a short wait before they’re shown to their table. They get their usual orders. Luther prefers simple rolls and nigiri so the taste of the fish is front and center, while Cam likes to get the complicated, loaded rolls for the variety of texture and flavor. While they wait for their food to arrive, Luther fills Cam in on Scrunge’s latest reign of terror in his apartment, and how much it’ll cost to fix the cracked frame of the painting she’d somehow managed to knock off the wall in her frenzy to catch the fabled red laser dot.

The food arrives. Cam offers Luther a taste of his rolls - he’s gotten something deep fried with cream cheese, cucumber, and crab, and another loaded high with four kinds of fish, topped with roe. Luther tries the one with all the fish, but passes on the deep fried one. He trades Cam a piece of mackerel nigiri. Then he continues on talking, telling Cam about his week, how work’s been, the new guy they hired, and the annoying new habit his coworker’s formed of singing along with the music on the jukebox, regardless of whether she knows the lyrics or not.

Luther suddenly catches the look in Cam’s eyes. There’s something… hungry in them. It’s the only way he can describe it. It’s not regular hungry, because he’s practically ignoring his food in favor of listening intently to Luther’s rambling story. He’s leaning forward, arms folded on the table in front of him, drinking in every word Luther has to say. He’s hungry for him. The realization hits Luther like a truck and he stops mid-sentence, jaw dropping, a blush starting to spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” Cam asks, innocent as ever. How could he even know the effect he has on Luther? How could Luther ever explain?

“N-nothing, um, I… I’ve been talking a lot, why don’t you take over for a bit? What’s keeping you busy at work?” It was delightful to listen to Cam ramble on about his job. Luther barely understood a word of it, but his enthusiasm was adorable and, importantly, not about Luther. He could keep it together and breathe a bit, work on calming down the scramble of emotion in his gut.

Sure enough, he wins himself a good fifteen minutes of calm while Cam talks on about carburetors and mufflers and manifolds. He could be making it up for all Luther knows. It’s not until Cam realizes his deep fried roll has gone cold that he breaks off to eat. They finish their food, decide to pass on dessert, pay, and head for the theater.

It’s only a few blocks away, a fifteen minute walk at most. The night has gotten a little colder and darker, and now stray snowflakes drift and spin through the air, catching the streetlights and twinkling like stars. Cam has a lot of fun pretending he’s a dragon, his warm breath turning to steaming clouds in the freezing air. Luther’s shivering now, his old secondhand coat doing little to protect him from the chill. Cam notices, of course, and whips his own coat off in an instant.

“Oh, please,” Luther demurs, “You’re so chivalrous, but really, I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking like a weathervane in a hurricane, sweetheart. I’ll be fine, I’m my own space heater.” Cam arranges the coat over Luther’s shoulders neatly and slips his arm around Luther’s waist, pulling him in close. It’s so warm and so nice, and so very, very close. Luther’s shivers slacken and cease, and then one more shakes him, different from the rest.

“Oh no,” Luther whispers, “I was doing so well, please…”

Luckily, he only loses about three inches. His clothes are a little looser, and he’s engulfed a little more by Cam’s huge coat, but he’s still a perfectly normal height. He sighs in relief.

“So what’s this movie we’re seeing?” Luther asks, trying to take his mind off of things.

“Oh, so it’s this old sci fi cult classic based on a book no one’s ever read. I saw it the first time when I was like… eight? And it scarred me for life, really, and now I’m obsessed with this shit. The special effects are super gnarly, and they hold up okay, even though you can totally see the tube for the fake blood in the decapitation scene. Don’t worry too much about following the plot, it’s not really the point of the movie, but what you should know ahead of time is…”

Cam rambles on like that, filling the night with fog. Luther snuggles in closer and listens happily, totally at ease. He made it through the most important part of the night, and once they get in the theater, he can relax. It doesn’t matter if he shrinks in the theater - from what Cam’s said, the only people watching this late-night special feature will be die-hard fans who’ll be glued to the screen, and in the darkness they won’t have to worry about anyone catching sight of them.

That also means, of course, that Cam might get a little handsy once the lights dim. If he’s being honest, Luther would be disappointed if he didn’t.

They get a seat in the back row. As the previews start up, Cam reaches over and takes Luther’s chin in his hand, turning it gently so they face each other. For a moment, he just holds them there, staring into Luther’s eyes with an adoring softness that makes Luther’s heart sing. Then he leans in and kisses him, just once, softly on the mouth. Luther shivers and loses another few inches. Cam lets him go, but Luther’s not satisfied. He grabs Cam’s collar and pulls him down for another kiss, this one deeper and hungrier. Cam chuckles against his mouth and nips at his bottom lip, catching it between his teeth for just a moment. Luther sits back heavily in his seat, breath coming in shallow gasps. He grips his armrests tight, trying to pay attention to the trailer for the newest slasher flick as it blares out through the theater. No dice. He’s losing height fast now, shrinking down to four feet tall, his normal clothes hanging off his frame.

They stay apart for all of a minute before Cam’s hand sneaks across the seat and slides into place on Luther’s thigh. He strokes his thumb back and forth in a slow rhythm, humming happily. Luther gasps and shrinks more, staring wide-eyed as Cam’s hand covers more and more of him, soon easily encompassing his entire thigh.

He’s maybe two feet tall now and he can’t see the screen over the seat in front of him. Cam glances down, catching the pouting, grumpy look on Luther’s face, and presses a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Here, sweetheart,” Cam murmurs, and picks Luther up with one hand. With the other, he frees him from his clothing so that he’s only clad in the jumpsuit. Cam settles Luther gently on his lap. This has fixed the problem of not being able to see the screen, but only momentarily. Luther goes bright red and dwindles down even further. By the time the previews have finished, he’s only eight inches tall.

As the opening theme blares with discordant trumpets, Cam pinches the back of Luther’s jumpsuit between thumb and forefinger and lifts him up. He dangles Luther in front of his face for a moment, expression torn between adoring and apologetic, then brings him in close for a gentle kiss. He sets Luther on his shoulder and hands him a piece of popcorn.

Luther hides his burning face behind the buttery morsel. He’d been expecting a little hanky panky, but nothing so direct. Stolen kisses, maybe a fake yawn that disguised Cam putting his arm around Luther, a little playing with his hair. Going for the thigh like that… that was entirely unexpected. He’s beginning to suspect Cam was trying to get him tiny.

The movie is just as gory and weird as promised. Luther isn’t super squeamish, but more than once he turns and ducks his face into Cam’s neck, squealing in disgust, his voice quiet enough at this size that he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone else. Every time, he feels Cam shake under him with silent laughter, enjoying Luther’s reactions.

The movie ends before too long, and the other theatergoers file out, chatting animatedly with one another about the flick. Cam holds his hand up to his chest, and Luther pushes himself off Cam’s shoulder, landing gracefully in his palm. Cam sets him down on the armrest while he folds up Luther’s discarded clothing and tucks it in an inner pocket of his big coat. He looks down at Luther and tilts his head to one side, lips pursed in a calculating expression.

“You’re just a little too big to hide comfortably… here, let’s fix that.” Cam puts his elbows on either side of Luther on the armrest and looms over him, completely blocking the dim theater lights overhead. Luther takes a few involuntary steps back and bumps up against Cam’s hands, linked together behind him to form a ring penning him in. “You’re all mine now,” Cam breathes, quiet as a whisper. “So tiny and cute. I’m going to put you in my pocket and carry you home, and then… well, then we’ll see what I’ll do with you, hm?” A crooked, meaningful grin spreads across Cam’s face, and that hungry look comes back into his eyes.

It works like a charm. Luther’s legs shake, his heart pounds, and he shivers. He dwindles down to half his height, a mere four inches.

“There we go,” Cam croons, and scoops him up in one hand. Cam stows him safely in his coat pocket, held in a loose fist to keep him safe from jostling and the cold. He exits the theater and moves through the crowds easily. People tend to make way when they see a man his size coming towards them.

Luther curls up against Cam’s fingers and sighs happily. Cam’s hand is warm, calloused in places but soft in others, and the pocket sways gently with his gait. It’s so safe and cozy, combined with the late hour and the exhaustion of the day, it’s the perfect recipe to knock him out. He fights the heaviness of his eyelids as long as he can, but only makes it a few blocks before he’s fast asleep.

~~~

“Whew, cold one out tonight,” Cam says as he unlocks the door to Luther’s apartment. He can already hear Scrunge wailing on the other side. “I hope you weren’t too frozen in there.” He pushes the door open and addresses the cat. “Yes, we’re home, hello darling, we missed you too.” She winds around his legs and purr-meows at top volume. “Okay, okay, other people are trying to sleep,” Cam hisses. “You’re gonna wake up the whole floor, shitty kitty.” She mrrps in disapproval.

He pulls Luther out of his pocket. “So, babe, do you wanna - oh.” The little dear is asleep, snoring softly. Cam smiles and presses a kiss to his chest. He takes a seat on the couch, sighing as he plops himself down. Scrunge leaps up into his lap immediately and puts her front legs up on his chest, sniffing at Luther in his hand.

“Poor dear’s all tuckered out,” Cam murmurs, giving her a scritch. “Let’s let him rest.”