#and now theyre Really a mess without him around so...

[mercless]

the worst part about talon keeping marcus' secret about his fake death is that they have to act like he isn't around anymore to nag them about their image with clothes and hair.

marcus seeing their scraggly haircut and patchy stubble: 🤨

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[ghostgirl-22]

I was thinking about how muscular, body and completely solid patrick is and how i dont necessarily think he has a bony ass cus weve seen his cakes but i think he knows how heavy he is and i think he likes to sit on art alot, whether hes straddling him or sat on his chest or his back, and i think art likes being crushed my him. He likes people putting their feet on him, standing on him, sat and crushing him like theyre some big mean bully or a weighted blanket. He tries so hard but to get hard

Here you are— thank you for this prompt <3

CW: MDNI NSFW

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It happens for the first time when they're messing around in the dorm. It’s a rainy Saturday night and they can’t agree on what to watch. Usually they take turns with the remote. But Patrick thinks since Arts just flipping channels and hasn’t decided on anything yet that suddenly he doesn’t deserve the remote on his night. 

“Besides there’s a really fucking good hockey game on. History making.” Patrick points out.

Art doesn’t care about hockey. Not even a little bit. And Patrick really isn’t being fair. He never is. Art decides to hold his ground. He snatches the remote out of Patrick’s reach when he comes for it. 

Patrick chuckles but Art can see the inherent frustration on his face. “Dude come on you don’t even have anything to watch. You’re gonna make us watch this bullshit till we fall asleep,” he gestures at the television now playing an old episode of friends. 

“Well it’s my fucking day. If I want to watch this bullshit then—“

He’s interrupted when Patrick lunges for the remote again. Not a care for the fact that he’s launched himself on top of Art both of them falling onto his bed, Patrick reaching as Art holds the remote over his head. Just out of Patrick’s reach. Patrick grabbing at his arms. 

“Give me the remote!”

“It’s my fucking turn!” Art shouts back as they wrestle for it. Art can feel the difference when Patrick begins to use his weight against him. Patrick isn’t that much bigger than Art but he is bigger and he knows it. He eventually manages to pin Art to the bed, hands at his sides. Both of them sweating and breathing hard. And all Art can think is how heavy and warm Patrick’s body is, how good he smells even sweaty. How safe he feels with Patrick on top of him. so big and solid, easily holding him down. 

Patrick’s grinning and even though he’s clearly won Art is still squirming. Struggling like he has any hope of breaking free. Mostly because he doesn’t want Patrick to let go of him. But also, if Patrick lets go he’ll realize Art  has a boner. And how the fuck is he gonna explain that. 

So he keeps fighting Patrick off. “It’s my day! This isn’t fucking fair.” Art whines trying to press himself up.

“It is fair. Fair and square actually. Time to say uncle dude.” Patrick smirks. Shoving him back down easily. Shifting his pelvis to keep Art there and oh… oh fuck…in that moment Art swears he can feel the thick line of Patrick’s dick. Not exactly soft and quite notably bigger than his, pressed along his thigh. “Say it… say it,” Patrick’s laughing as he keeps Art down. 

Art is dizzy. Stomach suddenly full of butterflies. Squirming without realizing what he’s doing because it feelssogood. Squeezing his eyes shut like hes getting ready to drop on a roller coaster ride. Everything blue screening for just a minute and then he’s blinking himself back into reality as he feels wet heat spreading along his thigh. Holy shit. He just fucking came, god he just came in his fucking pants. He’s never gonna fucking recover from this.  

At the moment Patrick seems oblivious to it all, “dude are you okay? You look a little sick.” 

“I’m fine, you win okay,” Art says, knowing he’s gonna start turning tomato red in a minute. 

“Look how about if you give it to me now… you get it for the next two nights—“ 

“God Patrick… get off of me,” Art snaps. Shoving Patrick off and hurrying to his feet. 

“Dude,” Patrick sounds a little taken aback. “Hey man uh chill… im just messing around … here okay… take it. Don’t be mad.” he says, softly, holding out the remote as he watches art walk across the room and grab his towel. His gaze lowers to the dark spot on Art’s grey sweats and his brows furrow. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but doesn’t.

Art wishes at that moment that the floor could swallow him up. He disappears into the bathroom without another word and Patrick at least gives him the dignity of never bringing it up again. He doesn’t come everytime Patricks on top of him from that point forward but he does get hard.

The next time he jizzes all over himself… it’s not just in front of Patrick so it's a little harder to recover from. All he can think is thankfully he was at practice and not in a game. 

He manages an impossible shot to win the second set after an endless rally against the Carpenter twins. Before he knows what’s happening Patrick’s jumping excitedly into his arms. They fall onto the court in a fit of giggles, Patrick rolling on top of him. All of his weight on Arts chest. His big sweaty body practically crushing him against the court. Patrick’s got his hands in Arts hair. Kissing his forehead. “I fucking love your kill shot man.” He exclaims.

Art sighs taking deep breaths… trying to inhale his scent, not sure what it is about it but he likes the smell. He also likes how hard it is to expand his lungs under Patrick’s mass. He gets so lost in the giggling and the sensations that it just happens. He’s fucking creaming his shorts again like a freak. Just instantaneously. In front of Patrick and the twins.

He panics pushing Patrick off, sitting up trying desperately to hide himself. Patrick still giggling until he sees Arts face. “Shit did I hurt you?”

“No,” Art says. He hurries to his feet and grabs his sweater off the bench, holding it in front of him to try and hide it. The Carpenter twins wearing matching smiles as they approach the net. Art fakes nausea so he can leave practice early. If Patrick or the twins realize what happened blessedly they don’t say anything. But Art knows now there’s something wrong with him. Something really wrong. 

The next time it happens, Patrick definitely realizes it. They’re piling into a car with the only sober kid after a party at Stanford. The driver, Owen, is insistent that all 7 guys can fit in his little jeep. 

“Come on, just scoot over,” he shouts from the drivers seat, “it’s not a long drive. Does someone want to take the trunk?” 

Art’s a little out of it. Not fall down drunk or anything but definitely real fucking tipsy, borderline drunk. He’s dumbdrunk enough to agree to do this and not call a cab which is probably much safer. He’s leaned up against the car door, Patrick sitting next to him. They’re pressed together so close that if they got any closer their shoulders and thighs might fuse together. And still there isn’t enough space.  Two more guys are standing outside. 

“Man Patty your thighs are fucking huge, can you cross your legs or something,” Owen snaps. 

“How about this?” Patrick says and he lifts up and just plops down right on to Arts lap. Big muscular thighs and broad solid back, he settles against Art’s chest like a heavy warm blanket. “Happy?” Patrick hiccups. 

A couple of the guys laugh. “Shit Donaldson be careful, it might be a bumpy ride,” Art’s teammate Clyde Stanton says with a smirk as he scoots over to the middle seat. Art wants to snap back but he’s already biting his tongue trying desperately not to get hard. 

“No that’s genius… Jason get on Clydes lap,” Owen says, directing the others. 

Art closes his eyes. God… it’s happening. There’s not much he can do. No matter how much he tries to fight it… he’s getting hard. And he knows Patrick can feel it. No matter how drunk Patrick is, there’s no way he can’t feel Art’s dick. It’s not like he’s got a little chubby, no of course he's getting a raging boner. Thankfully Patrick’s not saying anything. He’s not even moving away or freaking out. He’s just looking out the window like this is fucking normal. Elbow resting on the side panel.  Uncharacteristically quiet while the others talk about the night. 

They aren’t in the car long, but every minute feels like 10. Art feels both absolute mortification and a desire to stay like this all night. Patrick wiggles just a little bit and Art and just that feeling is too much… Hands shaking, breath hitching. He can feel the wet heat spreading along his boxers. Fuck. 

He knows Patrick can hear him, feel him. He’s trying to come up with a way to explain himself in his head. “It’s your girlfriend. I was so drunk I was thinking about Tashi and it made me jizz in my pants.” It’s weak but it’s better than the truth. “I just like when you’re on top of me.”   

Even though he’s desperately embarrassed, his brain is still mourning the loss of Patricks body heat when he gets up. Art has to sit in the car a minute to make sure the wet spot isn’t visible on his jeans. God what the fuck is wrong with him? Why is he insane? He pretends he’s just really drunk so the others don’t ask too many questions. He feels his skin heating up when Patrick smirks at him while they ride the elevator up in the residence hall with the other boys. 

Art’s roommate is home already but he’s fast asleep, snoring in front of the television. They sit on his bed kicking off their shoes and then Art attempts to get up and disappear into the bathroom when Patrick grabs his arm and drags back onto the bed. “wait a minute.” Patrick says softly. Getting on top when Art tries to get up again. Straddling him on the edge of his twin. He starts undoing Art’s jeans and Art is instantly panicking. 

“Patrick what are you—,” Art gasps, trying to push him away. 

“Shh…” Patrick says softly, reaching his hand inside. Warm fingers inside his boxers, brushing up against his dick… art can feel himself getting hard again while Patrick is smearing his fingers along the already sticky mess. “Oh….Fuck.” He grins.   

“It was… it was Tashi…” Art whispers, helplessly.  

“Tashi?” 

“In the car I was… I was thinking about Tashi…” Art says quickly. Patrick’s grin gets wider, his eyes glittering in the dim glow of the television. Art can feel Patrick’s knuckles brushing against him.   

“What are you thinking about now?” 

Art shakes his head and Patrick frees his hand and grabs Art’s face between both hands to keep him still. To keep his gaze.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Patrick teases. “Hm?”

“Stop it,” Art whispers. 

“Please…I wanna know,” Patrick leans in, he licks a stripe along Art’s bottom lip and when Art instinctively opens up Patrick slips his tongue inside. He tastes like cherry red and amaretto. Art hums softly, letting Patrick kiss him. Kissing him back. All of this brand new and fucking thrilling. There’s so much of him as he leans forward… pushing Art back onto the mattress. His hand slipping back inside Art’s boxers gripping his hard on

”You wanna fuck me?” Patrick sighs against his lips.

“Fuck… i… no im not… im” Art squirms and suddenly he’s feeling the heft of Patrick’s very big, veryfuckinghard dick suddenly pressed along his pelvis. “Fuck. Oh… God… Patrick,” he gasps. 

“You like this, don’t you?” Patrick sighs. “You like when I'm on your lap. Makes you want to put it inside me.”

”no I—“

”You have no idea how fucking hot that was. All I could think about was slipping my shorts down and letting you slipinside while both of us pretended nothing was happening.” He whispers.  

”Fuck…Patrick… oh oh my god.” Art whines, he feels breathless. Patrick’s dick. His dick is so big. So full. So hard. So close to Art’s… pressed so heavily against Art’s pelvis. The more of Patrick’s body that covers him the harder it is to keep still. And then they’re kissing again. It feels so good. Too fucking good. Art’s panting, pushing, struggling he’s gonna fucking blow his load again in one second if he keeps this up. 

“Patrick!” He cries and Patrick pulls back just in the nick of time, looking concerned and mildly horrified.

”Are you okay? Did I misread…”

”No I… no fuck… no…” Art is breathless because its happening anyway… he’s fucking spilling all over himself.  “God…” he gasps, sitting up and Patrick climbs quickly off of him. 

“Dude I’m sorry I thought—“ 

“No it’s okay…it’s fine I’m…I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Art takes a deep breath. “I uh…” he gestures awkwardly to his pants. “It’s just it fucking happened again… it happens when you… if you make it hard for me to move. It makes me…it makes me cum.” He can’t think of a more humiliating thing to admit to anyone. He can’t even look at Patrick anymore. He’s just staring at his lap. Legs hanging off the bed. His pants unzipped, dark spot all over his boxers. Yeah it doesn’t get much more humiliating than this. 

Then an infomercial playing suddenly very loud on the television makes him look up. His roommate interrupts himself, mid-snore and Art panics. It could be worse. His roommate could be wake up for it. Fortunately he rolls over to face the wall. And then a minute later he resumes his regular snoring cadence. 

“So…you like when I’m holding you down?” Patrick asks quietly after what feels like a century.

“Yeah,” Art mutters, still staring blankly at the tv. “I don’t know. You're just so big and heavy and it feels like… I like it, I guess. I mean apparently I really fucking like it.” He chances a glance at Patrick. 

He looks amused. “That’s kinda fucking hot.” He grins. 

Art laughs and Patrick does too. He feels relieved almost instantly now that it’s out. Now that Patrick just knows it suddenly doesn’t feel so fucking shameful anymore. 

“Okay so…” Patrick sighs, still wearing the ghost of a smile. “So like…what if I pinned you down and rubbed my dick against you till I come?” His soft gaze going dark.

Art feels his heart rate pick up. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and nods. 

He’s barely able to keep quiet with Patrick on top of him. Grinding hard up against his ass. Pinning Arts hands over his head. Panting and moaning in Art’s ear as he chases his own orgasm. Art coming twice with Patrick heavy on top of him. already thinking that maybe next time he wants Patrick to do it inside of him. That he wants Patrick to fall asleep on top of him. Keep him safe and full and warm all night. And maybe Patrick’s right. Maybe it is kinda fucking hot.

(Prompt was brilliant poor execution is all on me sorry lovely!)

[noorpersona]

Hiii!!!! I cant tell you how much I absolutely love your writings! I was wondering if you could do a part two for managerial duties for Inarizaki!! Maybe where the manager has serious bruising and the team finds out... and theyre genuinely worried! Id be cute if Atsumu would apologize too!! But you dont have to! Hehe, thank you for making my day! I appreciate your writings so much!

YES I LOVE THAT IDEA! And you've made my day with your kind words <33 thank you so much for reading!! Here we go :D --

You had expected some bruising.

What you hadn't expected was for your forearms to turn into a full-blown patchwork of dark purple and deep red, an angry mess of tender skin that ached every time you so much as brushed against something. It had started subtly enough—just a faint soreness the day after the bet. But by the time midweek rolled around, it was impossible to ignore. Even writing with a pen sent sharp pangs up your arms, and carrying the team’s water bottles felt like lifting bricks.

Which is why, in a moment of sheer desperation, you’d dug through your old volleyball gear and fished out your compression sleeves. They weren’t a fix, but they helped stabilize your arms and dull the constant ache, allowing you to function without wincing every time you existed. The compression kept the swelling down, made the bruises feel less noticeable, and at least provided a thin barrier between your damaged skin and the outside world.

You hadn’t really thought much of them beyond that.

Until you pulled off your jacket in the middle of practice and heard the gym fall silent.

The first thing you noticed was that every single pair of eyes had locked onto your arms. It took you a second to realize why—black compression sleeves, pulled taut over your forearms, standing out starkly against your skin.

"Uh…" you started, blinking as the weight of their attention settled on you.

"What’s with the sleeves?" Aran asked first, brows furrowed. "Didn’t know you wore those."

Your brain short-circuited. "Oh. Um. They’re just… comfortable."

"Comfortable?" Osamu repeated skeptically. "Since when do ya need sleeves to be comfortable?"

Suna, who had been lazily leaning against the wall, suddenly pushed off from his spot and started toward you. "They look kinda tight." Without hesitation, he reached out, fingers brushing over the fabric. "Lemme see."

Atsumu, who had been drinking from his water bottle, glanced over and smirked. "Damn, manager, if ya wanted to show off yer arms, ya could’ve just—"

Before he could finish, Osamu smacked the back of his head hard enough to make him stumble. "Read the damn room, ‘Tsumu."

"Ow! What the hell?!" Atsumu grumbled, rubbing the spot Osamu had hit.

The moment Suna applied even the slightest pressure, a sharp, searing pain shot through your arm, and you yelped, whipping your hand to your chest as if you’d been burned. "Shit!" you hissed through clenched teeth, eyes squeezing shut as the sting radiated up your arm.

The reaction was instant.

"What the hell was that?" Osamu frowned, his teasing dropping immediately.

"What’s goin’ on?" Ginjima asked, concern lacing his voice.

Atsumu, still rubbing his head, now had his attention completely on you. "What'd you scream like that for?"

"I-It’s nothing," you stammered, holding your arm protectively. "Just—Suna caught me off guard."

"Bullshit," Suna drawled, eyes narrowing. "Take ‘em off."

"No! I mean, really, it’s not a big deal—"

"Take. Them. Off." Kita’s voice cut through the chatter, calm but final.

You hesitated. His gaze didn’t waver. And you knew, knew, there was no getting out of this. With a resigned sigh, you slowly rolled down the sleeve, flinching slightly as the pressure eased off your skin.

A collective gasp rippled through the team.

"Dude…" Osamu muttered, voice even quieter than usual.

Even Suna, usually unfazed by everything, looked taken aback. "Holy shit."

Ginjima let out a low whistle. "That’s gotta hurt."

The bruises looked worse under the gym lights, the deep purples and reds blending into a mess of tender skin, mottled and swollen in some places. It was bad. You could feel how bad it looked, just from their expressions alone.

Atsumu visibly paled. "That…" He swallowed thickly. "That’s from me?"

Kita exhaled slowly, his posture rigid. "You should have said something earlier."

"It’s fine," you tried. "I asked for it. I knew what I was doing."

"That’s not the point," he said, voice eerily even. "You let it get this bad and didn’t bother telling anyone? How exactly is that taking care of yourself?"

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Because, honestly? He had a point.

"Go home," he ordered, folding his arms. "You’re done for the day. And don’t come back until that heals up."

"What? No, I’m fine—"

"No, you’re not." Aran frowned. "That looks painful as hell."

"I can still help—"

Kita said your name like a father would, the tone alone made it clear there would be no arguing. "Go. Home."

You huffed, crossing your arms—then immediately regretted it when pain flared up again. Scowling, you turned on your heel, grabbing your things and storming toward the clubroom.

The moment you stepped inside and shut the door, you let out a long breath, flopping against the lockers. Your arms throbbed. Maybe they were right. Maybe you should take it easy.

You had just started gathering your things when the door cracked open.

"Oi."

You turned, only to find Atsumu standing awkwardly in the doorway, eyes flickering between you and the floor. He looked… unsettled. Which, for him, was weird.

"Uh. Hey?"

His mouth opened, then closed. He shifted his weight. Fidgeted.

You squinted. "Are you… okay?"

He exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "I—uh. Shit. Look, I didn’t—ya know—mean to…" He gestured vaguely at your arms, as if that explained everything. "I wasn’t tryna actually hurt ya."

You blinked. "Atsumu. I asked for this."

"Yeah, but—" He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Ya look like ya got run over."

You let out a short laugh. "Well, your serves do feel like getting hit by a truck."

Atsumu winced. "Shit."

For a moment, he was quiet. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he muttered, "I’m sorry."

It was quiet. Stiff. A little clumsy.

But genuine.

You raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Never thought I’d hear you apologize."

He scowled. "Don’t make it weird."

You smiled, shaking your head. "It’s fine. Really. I’ll be okay."

Atsumu eyed you, lips pressing into a thin line. "Yeah. Just… don’t be dumb about it next time."

Then, after a brief pause, he exhaled sharply. "You know you could've just told me you played."

You snorted. "Yeah, right. Where’s the fun in that?"

Atsumu groaned. "Yer impossible."

You grinned. "And yet, you all keep me around."

With an exasperated sigh, he turned on his heel, muttering something about stubborn idiots as he left.

You exhaled, shaking your head fondly.

They were all idiots. Loud, nosy, exasperating idiots. But maybe, just maybe, they were your idiots. --

The next morning, you woke up feeling slightly better, though the soreness in your arms still lingered like a dull throb. The bruises were darkening, but at least the swelling had gone down. You figured that maybe—maybe—you could get away with showing up at morning practice. If you just sat on the sidelines, surely Kita wouldn’t make a big deal out of it… right?

You stretched, rolling your shoulders, before heading to the door to grab your shoes. But the moment you opened it, you froze.

Sitting right outside was a neatly arranged little basket. Ice packs, your favorite snacks, a tube of aloe vera gel—and a folded note resting on top.

Your stomach twisted as you picked it up, already knowing exactly who it was from. Unfolding the paper, your eyes skimmed over Kita’s neat handwriting.

Rest. I meant it.

Take care of yourself first. We’ll be fine until you’re back.

P.S. Don’t make me come over there.

You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face before looking back down at the basket. It was thoughtful. It was so Kita. You let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head before stepping back inside and closing the door behind you.

Guess morning practice would have to wait.

[bewitched-hours]

person who requested the maomao reader here! eeeek!!! that was so good and silly !!!! >_< <3 (frog scene when? /j /j)

i am here to request again because i am a glutton for well written content, so could i request some shedletsky x killer reader? im thinking like.. they were already dating pre-forsaken, and then shed got forsook first and so the reader went a little cray-cray trying to find out what happened to their lover ;( so when they also get yoinked by the spectre theyre a little unhinged/completely off their rockers and thusly are chosen to be a killer.

(maybe the spectre has corrupted them in some way, and so now they have a more "monstrous" appearance, since u like writing like cryptids n creature-y stuff ^_^)

-maomao anon (can i take that title? pretty please with a poisoned cherry on top?)

Omg Maomao Anon, I love you and your cherries /hj /p

As for the frog scene, you actually got me considering going a bit more into dangerous territory with the suggestiveness I allow so forgive me for trying that here lmao

The reader's pronouns for this will be She/They!

You weren't supposed to be like... This...

Shedletsky knew you were still you but you looked so... Wrong...

You were all corrupted. A creature that barely looked like yourself anymore but Shed saw you.

He used to be your boyfriend before this whole mess. Your family came from a shady background and you had worried he would run like many before him but surprisingly, he didn't care about it. Hell, he even came to meet them in a friendly manner even if they weren't really approving of him.

You didn't care for their approval though, so you kept your family on low contact to be with him. It was bliss and you were even planning your future together.

But then he got dragged into this hellish realm and you were looking for him everywhere. Even your family helped you look surprisingly but not without you helping them take out a couple of rivals.

The bloodshed was enough to make you snap. And you completely lost control over your impulses. You went mad looking for your beloved and the Spectre was delighted to corrupt you and put you with the killers.

But you never forgot Shed. Despite the corruption, he was still always on your mind and you refused to communicate with the other killers aside from some growling or hissing.

Except for c00lkidd. You went soft on him and were actually happy to let him stick around you outside of rounds.

But all that led to today, where you stood across your beloved in stunned silence as you both expressed shock at the other's state. You were more shocked he was alive though.

At first, you didn't want to believe it. You wanted to believe the Spectre was making you hallucinate again to play with your mind but just to check, you approached him.

With a pounding heart and tears welling up in your eyes, you reached out your claws and-

He reached back. He took your clawed paw and pressed it against his face with a tearful look right back at you.

You only grabbed him to pull him closer, a low rumbling similar to a purr escaped your body as you held him.

And for a moment... Everything felt alright.

He was happy to just hold you, whispering sweet nothings against your skin as you didn't even care about the other survivors anymore.

Shedletsky was all that mattered. You two even snuck in some quick but passionate kisses since you had been apart for so long.

And outside of rounds you even found yourself meeting up with him outside the cabins, spending time together and acting as though no time had passed at all.

The other survivors learned to just treat you with respect despite your status, for Shed's sake.

But the killers just took joy in teasing you about it. Even c00lkidd would do his childish teasing like-

"[Reader] and Shed, sitting in a tree! [...]"

It wasn't too bad because you weren't ashamed of it but some of them would fill your mind with... Ideas...

Ideas you would never even utter before a child...

But you let it get to you and during one round, you decided to leave Shed as LMS before dragging him off to have your fun with him.

It took him by surprise, suddenly seeing you so flirtatious in your whispers and marking his neck with gentle bites that barely left any damage.

But he let it happen, his heart racing as you purred against his marked skin with satisfaction before moving back with a self-satisfied smirk on your face.

He knew you were trying to tease him. He knew you wouldn't do what he thought was going to happen without permission and this was your way to ask him if he wanted to continue.

Could he even..? With a killer??

Sure, it was still his lover in front of him and he couldn't deny that making out with you was like biting from some sort of forbidden fruit that was too tempting to pass up on...

But you were still supposed to kill him and the moment the round ends, your markings on him would be all gone anyhow so it didn't really matter what you two did... Right?

"Shit... [Reader], don't look at me like that..." He tried to protest weakly, your hungry expression for him only tempting him further as you began gently tearing apart his shirt. He only got redder as he let you shred his shirt as he knew you were being gentle to avoid scratching him.

You were using your time like this wisely.

He had only ever known you to act innocent and cuddly so where was this sudden courage and lust coming from??

Soon he was left pretty much shirtless, your claws gently wrapped around his waist as if he was a work of art you didn't dare damage.

... Ignoring his neck...

Slowly, you two were back to making out, your claws carefully moving over his wings to give him goose bumps and him returning the gesture by caressing your sweet spots in return.

Instead of a dance of life and death, it was a dance of passion and dominance.

Both Shed and you silently battling to make the other more needy and trying to leave the best for last when-

... The round ended.

Yeah, you got a little carried away and were brought back to the killer cabin, immediately receiving a shocked scolding from 1x1 for actually making out with his creator and throwing a tantrum whenever you brought up Shed and you had been close to proposing before all this so it was only natural to want more time together.

You weren't listening to her though. And luckily c00lkidd was distracted with John Doe, who also gave you a disapproving look but mostly because c00lkidd had been watching you and luckily wasn't stubborn about it when he took the kid off to spare him the view of Shedletsky and you acting like animals.

Admittedly though... You did have more than one more encounter like this only to meet up with your favourite chicken man to continue your passionate dance outside of rounds, away from the eyes of survivors and killers alike.

Perhaps love and lust could be balanced even in such a hellish realm...

It was kinda vanilla but trust me, I was ashamed of myself while typing-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[redfinnbluefinn]

Picture book thoughts blow the cut because it’s A Lot.

Why is frank’s page the one presumably torn out? Julie speaks about every single neighbor, but his is missing. And directly after that page we have Wally saying “did all that really happen Julie?” And then in the secret video, we get the distant “like a memory” (transcript labeled it as such) audio of Wally saying the same thing again.

Memory seems to be a big player here with Julie. And/or, possibly her making up or over-embellishing stories that she thinks aren’t good enough.

With that said, she also mentions that when she first arrived at Home she met Frank first. She mentions that she can’t recall exactly how the meeting went. I have some Thoughts about this, as well as possible implications to her relationship with Frank.

First meeting thoughts:

Frank was the first person who met Julie. Was this by accident or on purpose? If we go by the idea that the characters are given ‘roles’ to play, then was Frank made to meet Julie first so they could fill their role as best friends or partners?

If by purpose, was it on franks behalf? Did he recognize a new outsider like himself and find some solace in the fact that he wasn’t alone in his newness? There’s been theories before about Frank being particularly different than others in town (I believe one going around is him being a ‘spy’ sort of) so perhaps Julie is very different in the same way? So they gravitate towards each other because of it?

Alternatively, was it on whomever is assigning roles? Did they deem the two to be friends and then - because this is a Show and they must Perform Their Characters - they simply fulfilled those roles? Could this be part of why Julie seems so stressed about completing her “job” as the one who wakes up flowers? Why she seems frantic at the idea of someone finding out she couldn’t complete it? If you can’t complete your assigned role, what happens to you?

Going off on this train of thought, if she was supposed to be his friend by default, is this why she can’t remember the meeting well? Because it was not necessary information for the show - as they were presumably friends already by the time it aired - therefore the show runners would not have to waste time on it other than vague ideas of how it went

As for their relationship, I have a few thoughts as well. Going off on the idea of it being ‘roles’ assigned to them, I can see how that could further stress Julie out about not living up to her role within that as well. She is supposed to be a foil to Frank - bubbly to his gloom. But if she can not be all of her character - the most prominent thing of hers is making flowers bloom - if she can not perform this vital task then that messes up the balance of everything. If she is not that, then is everything else a lie? Is she not enough to satiate the showrunners? Or home itself?

Of particular interest to me is the shift the updates have taken from best friends to a couple. I myself did not see them in a romantic light, so this could possibly be my own bias here speaking, but parts of this - particularly the sweet briar story felt forced. It may have been because it’s a kids book (and also a play by sally), but the fact that the ‘true loves kiss’ never happened was of interest to me. She sprung awake before it could happen. It could just be nothing much to think about but if I follow my main idea of them being ‘assigned roles’ then it would make that make sense.

They were assigned roles of a couple without much input from either of them. Theyre simply following the roles given to them. (Now this part I may be misremembering so take with a grain of salt) if I remember correctly, clown mentioned before how this story focused on certain themes - one such as sexuality and how that impacts you. As a certified Gay Boy™️ I can see a lot of resemblance in forcing yourself into a relationship you don’t actually want just to fit the idea of what you think everyone wants from you.

Once again, this is all conjecture, but something I wanted to bring up!

With this train of thought, I can also see how Julie could feel a lot of pressure from her family to fit into one specific role. And how that pressure could cause her to want to go her own way and find her own Home. Whether or not that was a good idea remains to be seen.

Anyway, that’s most of everything I think? My mind is a whirlwind right now, but this is so fun to analyze! Someone come yell with me about these funny little puppet people. I’m losing my mind.

[tiredfox64]

Alright I'll bite

First of, take care of yourself before I motherfucking wrap you in a blanket and make you a burrito, and make you take rest /threat

Second...

Lin kuei trio brothers..., with a reader, whos just small LIKKKEEEEE, theyre just small 😋😋😋, the trio having hard time to keep them in one place and safe

Alright thanks for listening to my crazy delusional take

Stay Put Please!

Yip notes: “Alright I’ll bite” you’ve been biting. I want to make a certain joke but then I feel like it will not land well so I’ll just say…

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Gn reader

Warnings‼️: Imma keep you and put you with my trinkets have fun with Gudetama

You absolute scoundrel, you’re gonna give the men heart attacks. Where did you go this time?

Tomas was very careful with his steps. It was his turn to watch over you and prevent you from running off again. That doesn’t work out when you are as small as a rat and you have the skills of an assassin. You can disappear at any moment. Freaking escape artist.

He looked away from you for a second so he could train and you took that opportunity to run away. You have nothing against Tomas, you just don’t like being babysat. So although you are safe, Tomas doesn’t feel safe. Bi-Han is gonna kill him when he figures out he lost you.

He’s damn near dragging his feet because he is afraid of possibly stepping on you. His ears are carefully listening to everything, hoping he will be lucky enough to hear your small footsteps or even scratching.

“Please, come out. If you come out now I’ll give you a treat.” He offered.

Heh, he’s treating you like an animal. Like you’re so simple as to leave your hiding spot just for a-

“I’ll give you some chocolate.”

Oh hell yeah.

Just then, Kuai Liang walked into the room and saw his brother looking frantically.

“What is the matter? You seem to be in a panic.” He said while walking closer.

Tomas put his hands up to prevent Kuai Liang from moving around. He didn’t want to risk the chances of you being stepped on. Kuai Liang was unsure of what was happening until he saw your tiny body running up to Tomas. You stared up at him with your eyes wide. You awaited your treat. You even held your hand out to signal him to give it to you. Give the chocolate! You looked like you’re about to burst into tears if you didn’t receive it.

“Kuai Liang, go get some chocolate from the kitchen area,” Tomas told him.

“…We do not have chocolate. We ran out.”

“You liars!” You yelled at both of them. What did Kuai Liang do? He just walked in.

You turned around and started scattering. You were like a tarantula in a panic. You were moving in a zigzag pattern. Your small size allowed you to move quickly. Your small feet thumped against the ground like rain on a drum. Tomas and Kuai Liang went into a panic as they tried to keep their eyes on you.

Without thinking, Tomas threw his smoke bomb across the room. It smacked against the wall and busted into a large cloud of gray smoke. You stop since you know it would be risky to walk into that mess. It would be like walking into Black Sunday during the Dust Bowl. That gave Kuai Liang enough time to scoop you up and lift you up. You were forced to look at his disappointed expression as he nodded his head.

“You do understand that we are doing this to keep you safe, right?” He asked.

“I’m a grown adult, I don’t need you to watch over me.” Really? You’re grown?

“You are small. You can easily go missing and possibly get hurt. We cannot risk that.” Especially with how important you are to Bi-Han.

Surprisingly, Bi-Han finds you to be an important part of the clan. Your small size is useful. You can easily sneak around and gain information without anyone knowing. The only downside is your rebellious side. You need to rebel and run around the place. You’ve almost gotten yourself killed because of that. You’ve almost been stomped, kicked, smacked, and attacked by other small creatures. That’s why Bi-Han and his brothers need to keep an eye on you. They can’t save you from every golden orb-weaver you encounter.

Kuai Liang decided to take over so Tomas could continue training. He walked out of the room with you in the palm of his warm hands. This is the only time you will stay still since he is so warm. It’s like being in a heated bed that surrounds you with comfort. He would have liked to keep you in his hands to prevent you from being a menace but he had to use both hands for what he had to do. He was hungry and he had to cook.

He placed you down on the counter in the kitchen area before looking around to see what he could cook. He handed you a cracker to distract you from making a devious plan in your head. Don’t choke on the cracker by shoving it into your cheeks. He will smack your back to make you spit it out. You watched him walk around and collect vegetables to chop up.

As he began to chop the vegetables he would occasionally stop to look at you. The knife would hit the cutting board constantly before stopping abruptly and then continuing. He needed to keep an eye on you. But there you were, munching away innocently on a cracker.

Of course, the moment he looks away from you…you are gone once again. Kuai Liang slammed the knife down as he started looking around. You were just on the counter! He saw your little body running over to the stove. You leaned down and pressed down on the stove’s knob to turn it sideways. A fire ignited behind you, the flames flicker and wave towards you. Yet you are oblivious to the danger you put yourself in.

“You stop right there!” He yelled, but when do you ever listen?

Kuai Liang watched in horror and frustration as you leap onto the flat part of the knob. You took another leap and hoped to land successfully. To your surprise, you landed in the warm hands of Kuai Liang. That man threw himself forward to catch you.

When you looked at Kuai Liang his eyes burned greater than the flames on the stove. He was not displeased by your antics. His hand went up to turn the stove off before he got back on his feet.

“Why did you try to run away again?” He asked.

“I didn’t want to sit there anymore. It’s cold and hard.”

Kuai Liang didn’t say another word. He walked off with you to somewhere else in the temple. You apologize to him since you were being a little stinker.

You saw him walking over to Bi-Han as he watched over the others as they trained. Bi-Han was surprised to see his brother walking towards him with a serious expression on his face. Kuai Liang grabbed Bi-Han’s hand and placed you onto his palm.

“It’s your turn.” He said bluntly before walking off.

Bi-Han nabbed the back of your shirt and lifted you off his hand. He glared at you because he knew what Kuai Liang meant. You drove him and Tomas worried sick. Now it was up to Bi-Han to handle you.

“You have caused enough chaos for today. I have a solution to your little schemes.” There was a certain darkness to his tone. A message saying ‘I won’t let you get away with this’.

You heard the jingling of something metal. You were placed down on a table before Bi-Han started to move your arms around. You were unsure of what he was doing but you felt something slip onto you. A click was heard and when you looked down you saw he put a harness on you.

My gosh, he’s putting a leash on you. One of those leashes and harnesses that they put on rats or squirrels.

He placed you down on the ground and everyone was observing you. Some thought it was silly while others thought it was cute. Come on, look at that angry glare. You could kill a man with that stare if you were full size. Bi-Han told everyone to continue on and he told you to act good. He didn’t need you getting hurt.

And what do you—YEAH I BET YOU START ACTING UP AGAIN!

You didn’t want to be tied down. What is this, a marriage?! You won’t stand for this. You tried to walk off but even taking one step made Bi-Han yank you back. He had no shame in doing that. You were pushing your limits, it’s time to slow down.

Running around his legs won’t do anything either, you’re just upsetting him more. You would run around and the leash would tighten around his legs. Once there was no more you’d fall down with a thud sound being produced. He didn’t even yank that was on you. You’d get right back up and do the same thing except in the other direction. It almost worked too. You were driving him insane to the point he almost unleashed you. But you tired yourself out. Your little body could only hold so much energy. Bi-Han noticed that you were barely moving. He looked down to see you sitting on the floor, slightly swaying as you struggled to sit upright. Bi-Han picked you up gently and held you in his hand for the remainder of the training session.

After that was done he went looking for his brothers. He found Kuai Liang and Tomas sitting together. Kuai Liang managed to make his food and Tomas was napping. All that worrying made him tired. Bi-Han placed you on the table and finally took the harness off. Kuai Liang was confused but didn’t feel like asking. He already had an idea of what happened. The tiny harness was cute though.

“How did you make them so tired, brother?” Kuai Liang asked.

“I did not do that. It was their decision that made them tired.”

Bi-Han started rummaging around the cabinets. He pulled out a large chocolate bar that was still wrapped in the silver wrapping. Okay so Kuai Liang was a liar there was chocolate. He broke off a tiny piece before giving it to you. Hopefully, that sugar will fully knock you out.

You used up your remaining energy to nibble at the chocolate piece. A wonderful treat to have after being a menace for a whole day. You rested your body against Tomas’ resting face and indulged in the chocolate. You only got halfway through before you started to close your eyes. Your grip on the chocolate piece grew loose until it tumbled out of your hands. Alright, that’s pretty cute, even to Bi-Han.

Kuai Liang helped to clean your mouth up from the chocolate stains that were left. He was about to pass your sleeping body to Bi-Han before he stopped him.

“Is there any way to prevent them from escaping in the morning? I do not want to look for them in the morning just because they wanted breakfast early.” No rest for the wicked.

Kuai Liang took a moment to look around to see if he could use anything to hold you in place. He got a brilliant idea when he spotted a hand towel. He grabbed it and immediately wrapped you in it. He literally rolled you and tightened it. He gave you back to Bi-Han who was intrigued. I mean, if it works it works.

He said goodnight to Kuai Liang before returning to his room. You’re forced to stay in Bi-Han’s room since you can’t be trusted to have your own. Your grandmaster has to keep an eye on you.

He walked over to your makeshift hammock that was in a cage. Yes, he knows you can manage a way to escape the cage. You’ve done it dozens of times. He gave up closing the door.

He placed you in your hammock and slightly swung you to make sure you’d stay sleeping. What a long day. At least Bi-Han doesn’t have to worry about you being gone in the morning. You seem pretty snug as a bug in that towel. He doesn’t want you getting hurt. This world is literally too big for you. Getting hurt is not an option.

Do the men a favor and play nice. You’re gonna send Tomas to an early grave. You’re gonna be the end of Kuai Liang’s life. You’re gonna give Bi-Han a heart attack. Please oh please be good and listen. Don’t go making an alliance with the rodents in the walls.

Do it, it would be so slay because I said so.

Yap notes: So I started one fanfic, wasn't hitting, tried to do another and it didn't hit, got chest pains and took my medicine incorrectly, woke up sad, decided to do this fanfic to make me happy, and now I'm posting at midnight. Bon appétit. I was actually gonna start this a bit ago when one of my wounds reopened because I thought that was my signal but I waited. I ended up accidentally getting hurt in the same area on the other side of my body so I thought fuck it I should do this. I...I'm not good self care I think. Oh well. Adiós!

[fairys-dream]

started watching severance..so…..obviously i had to make a serverance sabrevine au(those who Know know why)

major spoilers for the show, so all thoughts are hid safely under the cut👍

vic severs immeditely after logan breaks off their relationship. logan had started seeing silverfox, thinking she was a better influence on him. then about 3 months or so later, she mysteriously dies(its a gemma type situation). it doesnt take long for logan to sever too

department X. a newer 2 person department, victor c. working alongside david n. they spend a lotta time organizing military equipment, and theorize maybe theres an apocalyptic war going on topside. but overall, they dont really talk much. 3 months in, kayla s. joins their team. 5 months in, logan h. shows up as well. and he n vic IMMEDIATELY click.

innie vic n logan have a lot smoother of a time falling into a relationship, as well as managing it, due to their lack of memories making them unaware of the reasons for their own issues

they obviously still have reactions n thoughts similar to the shit their outies deal with, feeling deep self hatred while not really knowing why, but theyre easier to deal with due to the lack of context, and they end up helping eachother out with that mutual struggle of mysterious pain

and these guys are basically experiencing the most giddy First Puppy Love of their weird little innie existence. its sappy, its fun, office supplies is getting messed with as they tease eachother, theyre sneaking out to go on lil dates around the maze of their workplace, etc etc

so. the purpose of their department is actually to test replacement of an outies memories. first, outie logans memory of silverfox’s death is replaced with vic being the culprit. and overtime, regular arguments in their relationship gets replaced with more intense abuse, on both sides

their innies start getting flashes of it as a result of it being so early in testing. logan starts to back off from vic a bit, but vic tries to reassure him their outies are different. at somepoint, flashes of their actual relationship slip thru too, and its like having 2 sets of memories. logan cant tell which one to trust...but he decides to trust the vic infront of him, since his own outie seems a lot meaner too

meanwhile their outies are getting flashes of their innies relationship, logan being scared for his innies safety and vic praying that his innie is somehow nicer than he was(even tho in reality he wasnt ever really that bad)

vic catches on that somethings up when he gets a flash of silverfox, obviously still alive, and is over the fucking moon that he didnt actually kill her(which he was inclined to believe cuz he really did want to do it at the time). hes also kinda selfishly hoping that innie logan doesnt start anything with her and just sticks with innie vic this time

at somepoint logan just stops going into work for a couple days out of fear for his innie, and thats when outie vic seeks him out to attempt to explain the stuff hes gotten flashes of

while talking, logan suggests the idea that if theyre working on replacing memories, then maybe they could erase them too…his memories of existing the way his innie does, purely, without having fucked anything up in his life yet, seems a lot more healing than the way he feels now. vic agrees, but…that kinda thing seems like a slippery escapist slope. ‘it aint just about erasing yer past, yer trying to erase yerself aint ya?’ vic’d miss him if he did, even admittedly the bad bits

even with all the abusive memories in their brains, sitting next to eachother they felt something comfortable, something warm, something that made them both feel present in the moment

ig ideally it’d end with them getting the false memories flushed outta them and integrating with their innies, giving their relationship another shot

[clearnachopirate]

Terry and the batfam. Terry and the batfam. their dynamics have so much potential and i would LOVE to see it explored in any way at all

Terry and Dick: older brothers, trade stories of how they embarrass and get back at their younger brother(s), anger issue twins, "oh you were batman too??" "yeah, but its only bc one of my parents was murdered" "omg thats how i became robin no way"

Terry and Jason: the second most destructive duo, second only to terry and steph. not bc they fight or blow things up on patrol (thats tim and jasons thing) but bc anytime there a new gadget to try, terry will volunteer to use it, and jason will volunteer to 'spar' with terry to test it out. okay, maybe its bc they fight and blow stuff up, but its only ever in the batcave under supervision! "the tim from my dimension actually killed the joker" "no shit? did bruce stop me over there too?" "... about that--" sometimes they grab the others leather jacket by accident and both have given up on caring

Terry and Tim: terry "from the technological future" mcginnis and tim "designs loads of bat tech" drake talk shop, "my younger brother was made robin without my consent" club. tim listens to the works elcectro pop music ever and it just so happens to sound exactly like what they play at terrys favorite club. tim introduces him to (kon or bernard, take your pick) and they hit it off so well that they hang out without tim

Terry and Damian: ace the dog. terry invited damian to his AC island. both are bruce's bio kids and mamas boys. damian calling him "Terrance" and terry never recovering from it. terry knows damian from the future, kind of, and uses that knowledge to his advantage EVERY DAY

Terry and Duke: team "everyone thinks we're the normal one, they are wrong" they totally do movie marathons you cant tell me otherwise, their favorite thing to do is make bets abt the rest of the fam w cass. they never win against her. on any given day you can find them whispering about everyone else "duke, why the fuck were damian and tim staring each other down over breakfast" "hes mad dick said he can't poison him again" "what" "i know i thought they were over it by now"

Terry and Cass: cass sees him for the first time and sees that he rivals tim and dick in terms of being a mess and is determined to bond. terry hears about what she was trained for as a child and shrugs bc "i was supposed to be a second bruce, things change" cass will make him give her piggybacks when shes tired and terry has never dropped her

Terry and Stephanie: the most destructive duo. something happens to their braincells when they patrol together, buildings fall, bones break, civilians are crying, theres about ten minutes where everyone else thinks theyre both dead. they both are waiting at the cave for the others, terry is teching her how to make really shitty friendship bracelets (dana taught him, and stephanie is pretending she doesnt know how). they dont know why everyone else is so stressed "i texted you that we were fine, old man. steph and i just ran into black masks trafficing ring and took care of it-- why is dick crying?"

ALL of them have asked about the future before and the ONLY thing he ever reveals is out of context sayings and trends "yeah actually luigi and bowser have so much chemistry, well, i guess that movie isnt out yet huh" "???" (they think luigi and bowser are a cononical couple in the future and wonder where the world went so wrong) and (while interrogating smon) "watch out, you're not acting like the sigma you are, batman, try rizzing 'im up, then he'll talk."

him and bart meet (everyone tried to keep in from happening) and theyre from similar enough futures that when they talk, not a single person around them can follow it, they teach each other the different versions of different tik tok dances and terry goes back to the manor and teches them to steph, cass sees them do it once and has them memorized, duke thought it was funny, dick thought it was adorable (eventually they ALL know them, and it becomes an inside joke) tims prized possession is a video he got of damian doing the most dispassionate renegade the world has ever seen bc jon asked and he cant say no to him)

TL;DR:

terry mcginnis interacting w the other bat kids has a lot of potential for chaos and family bonding

[stargazinglesbian]

Your Jason Todd hcs,hand 'em over

ok ok *putting my hands up in the air* i yield /j

jason is a v interesting character for me, and also one i don't really have a full interpretation on, because ive never read a comic for the sole purpose of reading abt him. it's always been incidental when im reading about like damian or cass, so i haven't had time to get super into him. regardless here r my headcanons so far!! :33

He prefers to go to movie theatres alone rather than with other people, and always gets really annoyed whenever someone forgets to silence their phone or is talking too loudly. Jason takes the Cinema Experience very seriously

(also sneaks food in because he thinks the prices in movie theatres are bullshit)

has a habit of just kind of nudging stuff around unconsciously. like he fiddles with things all the time. picks up a key or a little figurine in one room and puts it down in another without realising. it always annoys people because their decor is ever so subtly Off but he can't stop himself

left handed. i will not elaborate

i like the idea of uncanny valley jason, but honestly i think it's more fun if only jason thinks he has the 'uncanny valley' look. like to everyone else he's just A Guy but he feels like he looks weird and different ever since he was resurrected. basically just body dysmorphia

asexual. i will not elaborate

terrible internal clock. shows up for things incredibly late or incredibly early. cannot give an accurate eta to save his life. thinks its been like an hour but it's been 40 minutes

prefers mechanical pencils to pens and regular pencils, and he's always carrying around at least one of those little led containers yk the ones

when he was robin he was used to cutting his own hair and the first time alfred took him to like a barber he hated what they did to it so much he tried to 'fix' it later that night. he wore hoodies and hats for three weeks straight.

this one is mostly just me projecting but he eats things in very specific orders. like he eats all the green m&ms first, then the brown ones, then the red, etc, etc. he hates when other people just take his food without asking because it messes up his system. if you want some of his food you jsut have to accept that he needs to be the one to carefully pick and choose what you get out of the bag.

talks wayyy too fast when he's pissed off

that's all of em i have for now !! thank you for the ask as always, i love seeing u in my inbox its wonderful !!! <333

when i write headcanons theyre always very small and stupid lil things, like habits or tiny preferences or stuff like that

[miowritings]

hi hi there!!!

Maybe a fic of the reader baking together with Tsukasa? I feel like lots of cute things could happen in it ><

have a Nice day!

Muffins or cupcakes?

Tsukasa Tenma x GN! Reader

✮A/N: HIHI!!! SO SORRY FOR BEING OFFLINE phone was too broken to use so💔 i havent been able to play pjsk that much so idk if tsukasa can or cannot cook/bake?? SO SORRY IF THIS MISCHARACTERIZE HIM💔

✮synopsis: after his performance went well, what's a better way than to bake for him? In fact, bake for the whole family!

Your boyfriends theater group was a success! You were proud of the accomplishments he received, and what's a better way to congratulate him by making homemade cake?

This was a mistake, you thought, not only did you burn the cake, but flour, batter, eggs were everywhere... Messy wasn't the right word.. disaster and catastrophe was, you quickly tried to clean everything before he arrived, but it was too late.. you hear the sound of the door clicking open, he's home yet the place was a mess!

"Y/N..?" He mumbled, looking around the place.

"W-what are you doing here so early?! Arent you going to celabrate with your family? And... I told you to come at 8.. its still 6" you utter, trying to clean the place

"Hey! I didnt wanna be late like last time.. plus im planning to celebrate with my family on dinner.." he answered, tilting his head, he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you. "How did flour get into your hair?" He asks, you ignored his question, wiping yourself with the handkerchief, Tsukasa stays silent for a bit, wondering what to do next, suddenly, he grabs your shoulders, looking at you with big eyes. "Aha! I know! Let's try baking together! Its been so long since i last baked yknow? Cmon it'd be fun! You could even come over and present the food we baked!!" He exclaimed, looking happy with his suggestion, a sigh came out of your lips and you nodded in agreement. Sigh "okay then, lets do it.! Right after i clean this place up.."

Once finished with cleaning, Tsukasa went ahead and prepared the remaining ingredients, he first arranged the ingredients and measured them already. "First things first! We measure the ingredients! Small or big so that we dont get lost! Here, try putting the flour into a mixing bowl! Now add the rest of the dry ingredients!" He instructed while grabbing some whisks and a baking trey, doing as he tild, you carefully put the dry ingredients together.

"Done! The wet's next right?" You asked, already holding the water in hand, Tsukasa nodded walking over to you. "WAIT-!!" he yelled, stopping you right in time, he puts his things aside, going behing you, he carefully guided your hand. "You can do it like that but... It the results would give the batter plrnty of air bubbles.. we should.. there! Fold! Then you want to scrape the sides so it wont go to waste!" He added, looking confused, you step away for a moment. "Ehhh? Oh! You do it! Maybe i can learn a thing or two!" You exclaimed, he smiles at the idea and did as told.

After the mixing step, he grabs a couple of cupcake trays and placed them onto the baking sheet "WAIT--!" he yells, stopping you yet again. "Y/n! Its better to scoop it out, that way, theyre all even! Ahahaha! You really cant do anything without me!" He teases, ruffling your hair, you smile at his joke, picking up the tray and placing it in the oven.

"Youre glazing yourself too much.. but yeah, I guess half of it its true.." you added, adding more to his joke. Time passes by and ping! The cupcakes were done baking. Putting on the mittens before you, you hurridly open the oven door to take out the baking trey, the smell of freshly baked cupcaked hitting your nose. Tsukasa runs over and looked at the cupcakes in hand, you set them onto the table, patiently waiting for it to cool down, Tsukasa smiles

"Hehe, we make a good team dont we?" He asks, you playfully roll your eyes at him and sigh "cant say i dont agree!" You replied, looking at the cupcakes. "...The icing.?!" You exclaimed, Tsukasa, looks around, now looking as surprised as you, he fixes his shirt and clears his throat. "Or we could just say they were muffins.. no one has to know!" He exclaimed, thinking about it... Cupcakes and muffins are alike, you nodded "good save! I'll put these on a container... Lets go.! We should be quick! Wouldnt wanna let the flies eat first!" You cheered, tsukasa smiles. "You got that!"

[andr0nap-02]

hello yes there was an invitation and like a vampire i can now be here

respectfully your specbio stuff has been soooooooooo fuckin tasty. the raptor claw with locking action?? obsessed. do you have concepts for any of the other hex so far, or ideas/themes you want to incorporate?

YAYYY hello!!! tysm!!! :D

ahh im so happy the locking tendon was understandable!!! originally it was just a design thing to break up the typical raptor claw shape but it has utility now :3

i have a bunch of ideas i wanna mess around with!! all still work in progress as i try to figure out the details and how to incorporate them into their designs. allow me to infodump ab some of those:

amirs eyes can rotate to sharpen his vision at different angles. vertical pupils are helpful in the tight streets of hollvania, esp when moving at mach 5. the horizontal position is more for combat and moving around open spaces where having a wide field of vision is necessary. the beaded shape boosts depth perception

(note: it doesnt blurr his vision at the edges this much, its just for better visual)

he has a second, smaller set of eyes that only detect motion. he cant really "see" thru them, its more of a subconscious thing in his brain that processes additional info to fills in the blanks when hes moving too fast for just his eyes to keep up

hes like a overgrown hummingbird. he needs to maintain a constant energy balance or he will slip into torpor and pass out. if he has too much charge in his system without an outlet it will fuck with his nerves and give him a seizure

arthurs horn is a sensory organ, not a weapon. if you hit it hard enough you will stun him for a while and fuck up his vision. with being half blind he has to rely on it to see better, esp in low light conditions

he has a dark nictitating membrane to prevent him from flashbanging himself when using radial blind. natural shades!

on the topic of radial blind, its activated using the blade on his tail. he coats the surface in residue void energy (its why he can breathe ""fire"", the energy manifests in a special organ) and turns it into the exalted blade. when it gets to an excited state (by overcoating and slamming it against surfaces to make it more volatile) it discharges into a bright flash (glavenus has been a huge inspo for monster!arthur with its theme also being Sword)

quincy can camouflage himself and turn "invisible" even without using abilities. hes covered in feathers that have an odd (void influenced) iridescence and depending on the way theyre tilted, they will change color and break up his shape, making him very hard to spot when immobile. it works best when viewed from one angle, so he will usually deploy it when latched onto a wall or ceiling or perching on a tree

the guy has legs for days, hes built like a weird long bittern in the way hes able to move around. also slinky spine! watch him twist himself into a pretzel to take a trickshot

he can spit up a ball of liquid nitrogen to freeze something for a short duration (like the alt fire of neutralizer). it gives him a really sore throat tho

aoi uses her abilities differently than a standard mag. given that she can quite literally liquidize metal and shape it into whatever she wants, shes gotten creative with it. besides weapons and tools she also covers herself in the stuff, letting it solidify and turns herself into a walking bulletproof tank at the cost of mobility

she also sleeps with only one half of her brain shut down at a time, like a dolphin. a part of her needs to remain active at all times to maintain her powers or they WILL kill her. you can tell when she slept too deeply by checking for burst blood vessels (esp in her eyes)

theres a compass in her brain that always knows which way north is by sensing earths magnetic field. gives her a great sense of direction in open spaces! useless everywhere else

eleanor is horrifyingly good at tracking things/people with her horn being one giant sensory organ. if it can be marked with pheromones she WILL find it. this in addition to the psychic stuff gives her shrimp color levels of migraines

she has some weird stuff going on internally due to the high lvls of technocyte in her system. shes like.. in a constant state of mutation. it kinda makes her closer to nidus than nyx in some ways

she sees shrimp colors (im half joking here but she does see a much wider color spectrum than the average human, like going into the ultraviolet range)

letties saliva has healing properties and is able to solidify when coming into prolonged contact with air bc of some sort of silicone-like protein. makes for great wound dressing and a makeshift glue, unfort everyone is apprehensive about being spit on

her lobster tail has a bunch of little grabby legs on the underside that are great for carrying extra equipment (and rats) ((probably would be a great swimmer thanks to that tail but given that the only deep water in hollvania are the sewers we will never truly find out)

she has another smaller set of arms tucked away. theyre weak so theyre rarely used for anything more than holding small objects

i am. normal about this au-

[rvstyartstar]

♡ William Dalton x miss Betty hcs!!

im cooking for the 3 WillBetty shippers (myself included)

•they're soo nerd4nerd coded to me.

•theyre BOTH corny at flirting using lines from romance books i just know it.

•william fell first because for one, hes a helpless romantic and finally has someone he can share his love for reading with without being judged.

•he'd purposely try to look as knowledgeable as possible when she's around to get her attention, he doesn't know it's actually working.

•William has tried to tell Betty how much he love her in words. But he knows he's unable to, so he just enjoys the little time they spend together when he can.

•betty genuinely loves William while reading it's just cozy to her.

•they both listens to eachothers sentiments of the books they're reading.

•william has once fallen asleep in Betty's lap and betty would have a conversation with someone else while stroking William's hair as if he was a sleeping cat.

• Averell was surprisingly the first to notice his brother's crush on the assistant and decided to make himself their wingman.

• the others later to catch up, jack before joe(because Joe's too busy trying to escape duhh) but they'd tease the hell out of him for it.

• they both get jealous easily when the other would get touchy or somewhat flirty with another person (Don't look at me the Dalton/LL series implase that)

•before bedtime William would always excuse himself to go to bathroom just to meet up with miss Betty,they'd held on to eachother in a tight embrace enjoying the warmth that it brings, knowing that even though the love is mutual it'll probably bring one of them down in end, they'd kiss and say their goodnights and both will be on their track again.

•jk y'all, when Averell tells ma about this she makes it her mission to set up the two together in a date outside the prison but the plan is still in work shhhh...

+ also a scenario me and my friend made is that; Peabody is trying to get the brothers escape plans from their youngest through miss Betty since she and him have a somewhat friendship going on.

"Well the secret's ain't mine but it does include one my brothers"

"Oh really? I mean you obviously you shouldn't go around telling others about your brothers business buuttttt since we're besties i don't see why not you-"

"William got a crush on you"

Miss Betty who's now a blushing mess"Come again?"

[lilacstarryskies]

i thought endeavours attempt at atonement arc was interesting… but GOD i regret liking it at all!!

because the whole of the todo-fam drama was shifted to be centric from him!!!

shoutos meeting w rei gets off-screeened but everything with endeavour gets shown.

instead of two brothers broken down by their abuser and his expectations in different ways coming to together to fight— but ultimately end up understanding each other, you get this mess 😭

you get a shouto that is now a side character, pretty much irrelevant to the story once endeavours redemption in s5 began….

honestly w enji, he just ruined both shouto and dabi’s potential imo

like il it might’ve just been wishful thinking… with the whole dabi-loving-his-siblings-and-not-being-COMPLETELY-awful- BUT they really should’ve had him be a lil kinder i think! but making him less evil, making him not murder 30 random innocents, then undos the “ever so necessary” endeavour atonement arc

but dabis fight shouldve then turned to being about shouto- the sibling he loved and canonically called for to join the sibs play, but also the sibling he almost killed in a jealous rage….

then with him surrendering and staying in hospital, with NO visitation for endeavour, but rather shouto being the one who visits him the most (natsuo being a close second but being busy living his best life as a family man to his mousefamily)… or just straight up dies but after surrendering, like saying he wants to be in peace and understands now… because his hatred for endeavour literally fuelled his will to live so him making his peace with it could make him die!

also the bakugo plot was completely awful as well!

endeavour and him are both arseholes tarnished by the privilege society offers them

MEETING endeavours family and seeing the consequences in his FACE for acting like that in the long-term should’ve made jim change

IN FACT BEFORE THAT… upon his discovery at the sports fest, he should’ve realised that Endeavour’s similarities with him could make him potentially go down that same path

AND why does his whole plot revolve around saving deku?? i get that their characters r integral to each other but he could’ve also grown to appreciate midoriya in a diff way.

heres my idea:

ok so tetsutetsu and kendo fight an irrelevant canon fodder villain… and mustard is the FIRST person to find bakugo— before anyone even knows that villains are there.

mustard: a blonde haired boy whose quirk is excreting an element with dangers consequences… just like bakugo

also mustard: a bullied kid, wearing a middle school uniform, teased for his quirk status… just like midoriya

hes the perfect combo of both characters and wuld be a good character for bakugo to initially confront

then when it comes to the actual war…. hes back and theyre fighting. mustard’s quirk cancels out bakugo’s nitroglycerin-like liquid and he can’t explode anymore yet neither can mustard make ppl sleep…. so they have to fight quirkless

BAKUGO FIGHTING QUIRKLESS! in doing so he can realise his faults towards midoriya— how he would’ve been capable without a quirk,and how he couldve driven him to snap! and he could realise that he could’ve been just like mustard and had a “useless” quirk— like his parents had non-heroic type quirk snd he could’ve too!

the other character how i hate was done…. hawks‼️

like we get his abused-child-turned-child-soldier story explained… and we get him spying on the villains

but what i really would’ve loved would be a moment where he’s like “at one point, i couldnt tell whether i was acting for the comissions will— to fake being a traitor, or if my heart wanted to be free and join the villains”

and like him becoming close w the villain and blurring the line between his perception of humantiy, good v evil, black v white etc… only the then kill twice, a good friend, for the “greater good” of society and choose his side officially…

only to then find out that twice had a point— that society and the commision were complicit in endeavours abuse

and then hawks breaks— the realisation that the man he idolised, the reason for him BECOMING a child soldier, the man who rescued him from his abusive father WAS an abusive father too and the villains had a point about everything and he was just too focused on the commisions will driven into him to see it.

then maybe tokoyami speaks to him, helps him the light— hells him see how society can evolve if they give it a chance to try and asks him to join jim together in changing it…. and then u get the fight w him vs afo

AND then him becoming the president of the commission would make a bit more sense!

[in my mind mera would be the president and hawks maybe a political activist and public speaker and philanthropist using both his— and endeavours (guilt-given) money from heroing to fund good lives for ppl so they never turn to villain]y

it would make sm sense if he had a talk w tokoyami about then wanting to strive to cause the changes he wants— so that there’s no new keigo takami’s, or touya todoroki’s, or himiko toga’s… or bubaigawa jin’s

[blueberry-ink-93]

electra & pylades hcs :>

i may or may not have gone overboard lol. theyre my bebes sue me. for @cassentia <3

right off the bat electras fave colour is purple. bc i say so

the noble pigment as it was called is an extrememly expensive dye to make and fabric to buy, so it represents to her something thats well within her grasp but just out of reach.

anyways purple <3

pylades is the first to notice aha

now purple wildflowers instantly bring his beloved to mind :3

neither of them can cook to save their lives lmao

electra being somewhat used to going for long periods without eating (for whatever reason) and overall forgetting even after her marriage that food is like. a necessity. she forgor

when asked what her favourite dishes or snacks are she just shrugs. she really doesnt know, shes never once stopped to consider it. shes been surviving for so long she no longer remembers what it means to like something just because

this of course simply doesnt do, so pylades (very discreetly) starts introducing and offering her stuff from time to time, old and new, to see if she takes any preference.

its a quiet and very slow process but she heals.

she prefers cheeses and fruits to cooked dishes usually

tis just easier and less mess and fuss. so practical as always

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electra and pylades are on two oppsite ends of a spectrum, but at the same time theyre cut from the same cloth, so its a really interesting dynamic to see play out

theyre either harmoniously in tune or at complete odds lol

one example is how they dealt with the years of isolation

pylades in my mind grew up with an emotionally unavailable mother (after the loss of her second child, astydameia, in infancy)

he had imaginary friends and made up stories to pass the time when he was alone. sometimes he played in his fathers court while they held meetings, other times he listend and tried to understand what they were discussing. he managed to make the best of it and emerge mostly whole. he sure as hell doesnt show otherwise

electra however not only was in an abusive household later on, but even before iphigenia was sacrificed she and her siblings werent really seen, she grew up learning to stay in the shadows

if she couldnt earn her mothers love she could at least avoid her wrath. and so my darling spent years just. dissociating. letting herself go piece by piece. waiting the sweet release of death that had claimed her beloveds before her (iphigenia and orestes)

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their marriage to me is something of a deal, not in a transaction way, but more of an unspoken agreement? electra is marrying for safety, stability, status etc as per the norms of the time, and who better and more trustworthy than pylades?

the engagement is relatively quick, after orestes' judgement, happy marriage to hermione, and claiming the throne of mycenae (and argos?? idk the geopolitics doesnt make sense to me hgfds)

strophius is soso happy to see his boi (hes so real for that) and is not a little tickled to see hes brought home a wife aha

its all good natured teasing lol strophius is very dad shaped. hes very dad and electra finds some solace in him as a father figure

its hilarious to see them so professional almost with each other, newlyweds are usually either fidgety or flustered around one another. these two? they sound like diplomatic envoys lmao

they do loosen up a little. from court members to comrades XD

and hoo boi when they finally get to that stage? yall are not prepared for how *deeply* unserious they are

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pylades is very english major core to me lol, he keeps journals and writes all sorts of stuff (like stories his imaginary friends would tell him that hed make up etc) he loves poetry and is a very good orator, capable of delivering moving speeches and overall get along with the people. we love an articulate and eloquent king

electras strengths are much quieter and calculated; quick thinking and brilliant with numbers. she loves counting and recounting things, making lists and going over them. knowing things gives her comfort and she exercises that over what little she has control over

they rule and work together each in the aspects they excel at, pylades as king has a court to rule and the affairs of his subjects to care for (which happens to be his forte), electra however prefers to oversee the stores and finances and see to their corresponding paperwork (she LOVES papertrails lol) etc.

her experience in diplomacy comes with years of vigilance and observation from the sidelines (akdjjewks :')) and pylades being the silver tongued speaker he is they are *the* power couple ever >:3

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slightly more whimsical stuff now lol

spreading my gentle giant pylades agenda muehehehe

at just under 2m he literally towers over people. he is also built like a castle turret lol. more of him to hug its amazing trust.

electra and orestes are both 1.7m lol (hermione is tol at 1.9m) hehe

anyhows that one polar bear cub meme and its mama in the shadows? exactly

pylades is very outwardly friendly, he taught himselt to appear unassuming and unarmed (as much as a beast of a man can lol) and to be written off as non threatening, but he knows no one is to be trusted, that family can and will turn on you, and that the walls have ears. for a social and amicable fellow hes very very closed off

slight tangent but strophius means 'slippery fellow and twister' and it made me consider him as a parallel of sorts to ody. (this carries mostly hilarious connotations to me but thats an essay for another time)

pylades is his fathers son, albeit in his own way. from his mother who found solace in her marriage only to have it take from her as well (to me thats her share of the family curse) his good looks.

actually anaxibia is pretty fun to work with (sadly) bc we got nothin for my girl, but theres a naiad of the same name and i fully plan on exploiting the fact lol. anyway

after his baby sisters death life at home just wasnt the same anymore. time cant afford to stop for ones mourning so life moved on as it so often does, and she just drifted away.

i saw something on pinterest today to the efffect of motherless mamas boy. and yeah.

aha did i say whimsical i meant bone aching angst lol. heres more

electra my darling

as you may know she lived a portion of her life as a slave would under her mothers tyrannical rule, regardless if she was made to work or just effectively imprisoned in her own home, its no surprise that its done a number on her health, compounded by the years of grief over her sister & brother she has repressed emotions and trauma to work through that shed rather not. #relatable

all this to say codependent pylectra ftw >:3 bc i like my fave couples to be a little (quite) unhealthy lol <3

that said miss maam has a lot to come to terms with and unlearn and accept and let go of and grieve and love and forgive and-

should i write this omg

anyways electra looks like cly the most out of her siblings (to me. and orestes resembles agamemnon. ooh i need to draw a family tree) which is fun. she is her fathers daughter (and fave hehe) this is my emotional support hc none of u can take this away from me

grief grief grief so much grief. and anger. rightfully so. all hidden away and every day threatening to burst forth and make her do something she truly regrets. this is a big fear of hers

she feels intensely, pylades little if at all. the emotions written on their faces cant be further from whats so clearly engraved in their hearts. its *fascinating* yall have no idea like im losing my mind as we speak lol.

they both hate olives. eugh

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whimsy fr this time:

electra hates banana milk. pylades like a heathen loves the stuff

she loves nibbling on cheeses and fruits a la remy from that scene lol. sharp cheeder and a grape. softer brie and a blackberry. mmm

shes a salty over sweet gal. pylades has a sweet tooth to ensure the next generation of tooth fairies live comfortably lmao

they go on walks after lunch. no one talks. sometimes they hold hands. its a ritual. something practiced. something safe. just them

golden retriever and black cat? nope st. bernard and orange cat

i will fight to the death on this hill lmao

like i mentioned somewhere neither can cook for shit lol so for a long time kitchen time is bonding time, they both figure out what they fancy eating for the day and shenanigans ensue.

im serious the first couple weeks coffee would find its way to the ceiling. they were making lasagna

pylades finds great joy in making bread its therapeutic and they make all their loaves at home now.

i was going to say something that would have put me on a list somewhere lol so i shall hold my silence

anyway he also finds his way around pickles and preserves. the kitchen is so fun you guys. he makes potions and stuff

electra takes up gardening :D

chilling amongst the flowers and greens is also therapeutic. now they have fresh bread and produce :]

theyre winning at life omg. oh to have what they have

fresh flowers every other day now decorate the house, some are dried and made into arts others are preserved (hermione would be the artsiest of the bunch i think, from pottery to epoxy resin)

TEA PARTIES. nuff said

thats about all i have for now lol i need to go back to studying. hope yall enjoyed and pls feel free to shoot ur hcs and stuff my way :DDD

[kumezyzo]

more streamer!reader with bf!sapnap cause i so desperately need it and i promised to get out the christmas cooking stream...

i started writing this like two weeks ago and im just now getting it out cause im so good at procrastinating 😁 but its also kinda short mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap that doesnt really listen to you when you tell him hes not doing something right. he will just look at you and forget that you scolded him in the first place.

"nick, you realize you cant put a metal bowl in a microwave, right?"

"huh?" he looks over at you. your face holding a concerned expression as you look at the bowl in his hands. hes silently just thinking about how you called him nick instead of sapnap.

"wait, HOW did you say microwave?"

bf!sapnap that has to remind people at the beginning of the stream that it was your one year anniversary last month. and your one year of being official meeting in person the past week.

bsf!george who randomly starts playful arguements with you. or even just teases you when you and nick are standing near eachother.

"wow, are you two gonna get married now?"

"i dunno, george. are you and dream gonna fuck soon?" you ask pointedly without looking up from the cookie your helping nick cut out. "or profess your undying love to eachother?"

bf!sapnap who would get really angry or sad if your embroidered gingerbread character on his apron got dirty.

"dream!! you got flour on yn!!" he would scream running to the sink to try to wash it off. you would be standing across the room, looking down at yourself in confusion

"your such an idot, sapnap," dream would tell him, shaking his head and laughing.

"oh...i thought you actually meant on me-"

and

"who the fuck got frosting on yn!?" he would scream again, stomping over to the sink to wash it off.

"baby, its orange..." you tell him, glancing at george and dream from across the island, trying to hide your smile.

"and?"

"youre the only one using orange..."

bf!sapnap who feels bad when you start running around, trying to clean up the mess they made from decorating the cookies.

"yn, just leave it."

"no, its fine," you tell him with a smile. "i need a clean working space."

"but-"

"nick, let me clean."

dream kinda helps dw

bsf!dream who accidentally bumps into you, causing you to turn around and pretend to square up to him.

"come at me bro!" you say, looking up at him and standing in front of him.

he looks down at you and puffs out his chest and flexes his arms. you do the same and squint your eyes up at him.

"what? got nothin to say?!"

he then lightly pushes your shoulder and you dramatically stumble backwards. you place your hand on your 'wounded' shoulder and look at him in betrayal.

"h-how could you...?"

"you guys are so stupid-"

bf!sapnap who holds your waist when hes has to get past you. or just reaches out to touch your hip if there is space to walk by. or lightly pats your ass when he walks away from standing next to you.

"chat is saying sapnap slapped yn's bum," george says in disgust covered by an accusatory lilt.

"i dont know what theyre talking about," nick says, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.

"wait, chat, is that true?"

"i bet he did," dream comments, ammused.

"wait they're saying he did!"

bf!sapnap who says the gingerbread house he's making is what you two are gonna raise your kids in.

"peaches, this is our house."

"our? as in you and i?" you ask looking at the mess of cookies and frosting.

"and these are our kids..." he says concentrating on putting two m&ms on the front lawn of the sugary house.

"wait, kids-"

chat! who asks about why nick calls you peaches.

"yeah, thats an amazing questions, actually," george says, looking up at you two.

the two of you glance at eachother before looking back down at your gingerbread houses.

"wait, what was that look?" dream asks with a laugh.

"i dunno. nick, you tell them," you say trying to keep your face neutral. "im not the one that came up with it."

"wait, nick, dont you also call her mamas?"

"dream, shut the-"

bf!sapnap who hugs you from behind when he sees how sleep youre starting to get.

"are you tired, ma?" he whispers in your ear.

"no... im good," you say, smiling with drowsy eyes.

he kisses the side of your head and gives your hip a little tap before moving to stand with dream.

i actually kinda like this one. i mightve made reader too much like me so im sorry... yea idk i like it so... yeaa...... comment, like, reblog idfk -Nony