#but nope. One Long Segment.

[peggycatrerr]

i genuinely do not know how this game’s script got greenlit

[lunarharp]

into the deep end - 30k T orufrey fic, focusing on memory trauma, disability, and romance.

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.

for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.

the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.

but they were never whole to begin with, were they?

qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.

olly says nothing.

[sysig]

She’s only a little thing! (Patreon)

[ilypaigebuckets]

can we get a part 2 to mic’d up it was so good!💕

yes of course!! kate + fans reactions!!

Mic’d Up Part 2 - Kate Martin x Reader

“Ok baby, are you ready to watch?” Kate asked you as she pulled you into her. The two of you were laying on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment, your back pressed against her chest. Kate was, of course, referring to your recent mic’d up segment at the latest Las Vegas Aces game. You’d been asked to do this by the media manager who thought it would be a funny video for fans to enjoy. The biggest fan however, seemed to be your girlfriend as she had been begging you to watch the video with her ever since it had came out that afternoon.

At last, you let your body sink further into your lover and relax. You turned the brightness of your laptop up slightly and clicked play.

The video began with you waving at the camera and introducing yourself. You cringed slightly as you listened to how your voice sounded in certain parts. You knew it was just for fun, but you were tempted to pick yourself apart. Kate seemed to notice this and wrapped her arms around your waist and lowered her head to sit on your shoulder. She gave your collarbone a quick kiss and whispered to you, “You’re so adorable, honey.” You smiled at this and all your insecurities and worries about the video faded away. As long as Kate liked it, that was all that mattered to you. The video continued to play and you watched as Kate snuck up behind you. You craned your neck to view her reaction as you rewatched the tender moment you two shared. She was smiling up to her ears and her cheeks grew a little pinker than normal.

“Do you think people think we’re cringey?” You asked her, not really caring if they did or didn’t. Kate let out a chuckle and shook her head. “Nope but I bet they’re totally jealous of us. Well, jealous of me at least, because I get to be with the most perfect girl in the world.” You rolled your eyes at Kate’s dramatics, although on the inside you were melting. You tried not to let it show, but you loved when your girlfriend complimented you.

—

You and Kate continued to watch the video and she saw the part where you started a conversation with a random guy.

"Who are you here to watch? You see 20? That one's mine!" Kate busted out laughing at this and held you closer to her. She felt happy you were so proud of her and that you wanted to show her off. Then, the clip of you giving her a quick “good luck” kiss came on. After the kiss, Kate walked away and the camera panned to you whispering to yourself.

"Wow I love that I get to do that.” You paused the video and turned around to bury your head in Kate’s comfy chest. “Oh my god. I told them to cut that part out. I look so down bad.” Kate laughed and rubbed circles on your back, “Oh hush,” she spoke, “at least now I know you like me for real.”

“Yeah right,” you rolled your eyes, “as if you ever doubted it.” Kate smiled at your antics and continued to watch the video, you still laying facing her chest. The video soon ended and she smiled at your sweet little outro. Then, Kate got curious and clicked on the comments to see what they had to say.

y/nfan: they’re so cute oh my god.

y/nandkate4ever: GUYS WE HAVE SO MUCH MORE EDITING MATERIAL NOW

y/n.simp: when. is. it. my. turn.

katemartinfan20: the way kate looks at her 🥹

Kate smiled at the positivity of the comments and took out her phone from the pockets of her sweatpants. She typed in her password, which was your birthday, into her phone and went into her Instagram. She went straight to the Aces account and typed a comment herself.

katemartin: my biggest (and cutest) fan 😁

[just-some-random-blogger]

You're Not Cute

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: i saw a fucking tiktok of pedro reciting shakespeare and i will never forgive him for not letting me lie on his lap while he strokes my hair and recites said shakespeare to me. i thought you were a feminist pedrito?! i trusted you pepe. fuck you (me).

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, actor/actress!reader, reader has hair im sorry if ur bald T_T and whipped for pedro and reading this, established but not public relationship (shhh it'll make sense), pedro go to jail party, crack fic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: we all know pedro pascal watches his edits, but i wonder if he's ever... read fics of himself 💀💀💀💀 hi papi! if you're reading this first of all why second of all i love you the tiktok in question that has me at gunpoint tumblr. look at this gif. this is your man??? this is OUR man? fuck off. ALSO I HAVENT PROOFREAD THIS COS I GOT CHORES BYE Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz

"Wooooweeee!"

My eyes dart from my reflection on the mirror to the grinning man who popped up from behind me. I turn to him just as he begins wiggling his brows. I make a face him as he narrows his eyes and snaps his fingers while trotting over to me, "looking good, mi amor," he rolls his tongue to mimic a purr and gestures like a cat, "RRRRRRRRRRR."

I roll my eyes at him as I chuckle, turning back to my reflection, "hands off Pedro."

He gasps in offence, raising his hands, "I haven't even touched you yet!"

I lean in to more clearly see the dark blue line I was drawing by my eyes, "ok then," I shrug, "sorry for assuming."

Pedro tilts his head and waves his hands, "apology accepted--" he moves forward until he was close enough to snake his arms around me, "--in form of touching you."

I huff at his shenanigans but do not fight him off. In fact, I lean into his back hug and rest my head against him as we both look at our reflections in the mirror. I motion to my face amidst my scrutiny, "is the eyeliner too much?"

"Nope," he kisses my temple then retorts rather seriously, "it's yas slay."

I make a face.

His serious expression only lasts two seconds before he explodes into laughter. I release a huff as I bring my hand to my face while he thoroughly enjoys his own stupidity. I release one airy chuckle before giving myself a final once over, deciding I looked well put together enough. He inhales deeply to catch his breath then sighs against me, "you smell soooo good."

"It's called a shower," I moved to elbow him off, "you should try it sometime."

I grunt as I struggle against him. I hiss when I feel his mouth on me, "PEDRO!"

He pulls back, all after managing to leave a wet bite on my neck.

Pedro recoils and raises his hands in defeat. I punch him on the chest before wiping his mark.

He sighs, "it's kinda hard to shower by yourself, ya know. I need some help. Also!" he points, "you're dirty now, you got a little," he motions to his neck, "dribble on you-"

"PEDRO PLEASE," I pinch my fingers together, "my interview is in like, ten minutes," I point at him and scold, "contain yourself. Stay in your room."

I begin to storm off and he watches, moaning like a baby, "you mean our ro-"

I feel him follow after me. I snap, "STAY IN YOUR ROOM!" halting in my tracks. I push him back as I grab the door knob. He gives me a puppy dog frown. I give him one last point before closing the door behind me on my way out, "stay here."

Alas. I was in the living room, with a laptop set up in front of me as I did my online interview. I was glad that my Pedrito followed my orders and stayed in the bedroom for the entire duration. Not long now before it ends.

I smile to the interviewers as they begin to wrap up our short segment. I, along with he two hosts from a live news channel, laugh at the closing remarks. Suddenly, I find myself looking out to my side when I see an incoming Pedro just about to pass by.

He was stretching as he walked. He looked like he managed a brief power nap.

Oh fucking shit, he's going to the bathroom. And he's going to pass behind me to get there.

"Now, do you want to invite your fans to watch your film?" the male host asks.

"Uhhh," I trial off, as I turn to my side, rather un-inconspicuously. Pedro was soooooooo close now.

I panic as I turn between my camera and my impeding doom, "uhhh."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Aint no way he was about to pass behind me and expose us like this.

THINK! WHAT DO WE DO?!??!

If I say his name, they're going to know it's him, but if I don't they're going to ask who I'm talking to anyway, but if I ignore him, he's going to pass and reveal himself. FUCKKKKK-

And in the split second of panic, I burst out the secret fourth option, and quite possibly the worst one, "FUCK!"

Yeah. Everyone stops.

Cue, my string of panicked apologize, "shit, I'm- fuck, SORRY SORRY SORRY!"

I catch Pedro, just as he realized what he has just done, or what he was about to do, rather.

"Sorry," I cover my hands on my face, "Sorry I-"

The interviewers laugh at me as I recuperate.

I sigh, turning to my side, "it's- there's a ghost that lives in my house."

"Oh, wow, you live in a haunted house?" the female host chuckles, "how thrilling."

"Yeah," I turn back to my camera, "it's quite stressful."

The interviewers chuckle as I regain composure and wave at my camera, "anyway, the ghost in my house says go watch the film with your loved ones, with family, friends, and your house ghosts too. We all worked very hard on the film, and we hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed working on it."

"Right!" Pedro agrees off camera, making me tense in my seat. He adds rather weakly as we make quick eye contact, "right."

The male host laughs, "wow, your ghost is really excited about this film."

"The ghost is going to get evicted soon. I'm calling an exorcist." I force a smile.

Finally, we say our goodbyes and I immediately shut my computer before any other fiasco happens.

"Sorry!" Pedro says immediately once he drops to his knees next to me, "I had booger brain. I woke up from a nap."

I look down at his messy hair and remorseful face. He grabs onto my legs and continuously apologizes to me.

I roll my eyes at him and tilt his head up at me as I grab him by his dark hair, "apology with tears."

He pouts, "I'm really, really sorry, baby. My booger brain..."

I release my grip on him and he immediately sits down next to me and pulls me into him. He continuously apologizes and I lean into his touch, beginning to feel bad for how genuinely remorseful he was. Just a little. He's kinda cute when he's pathetic like this.

"Pedro it's fine," I say, turning to him, pecking his lips repeatedly, "nothing happened. The hosts played it off too, which was really nice of them."

I crawl onto his lap and embrace him. He sighs and embraces me back. I nuzzle my face into his neck and murmur, "weren't you going to the bathroom?"

"Hmm? No, I was going to make a sandwich."

I snort, "of course you were."

I pull my head back and we look at each other. Pedro rubs my back. An idea springs into mind. I smile deviously, "I have decided that your apology will be in a form of Shakespeare."

When I shift off him to lie on the sofa and prop my head on his thigh, he looks down at me with furrowed brows. He brings his hands to his chest, "is the genuineness of my remorse not sufficient enough for you?"

"No, Don John," I sigh, "hark to me. From the top. Much Ado About Nothing."

Pedro chuckles airily before gathering my hair and pulling it back so that he could comb through it with his fingers. He sighs, and I turn to him as he scrunches his face, "I don't fucking remember."

"Do the, 'I must be sad when I...' like, feel like it, or some shit."

Pedro throws his head back and laughs. He sucks in a sharp breath, "like," he says with his exaggerated LA accent, "I have to be sad when I feel like I need to be sad."

"Exactly! Do that part," I giggle.

He continues, "I also will totally not smile at your lame jokes," he purses his lips and makes a face.

"Wait, that's what that means?"

Pedro nods at me, "yeah that's what that means."

"I thought that meant, like, I'll cry when I want to and smile when I want to."

"Well," he caresses my cheek, "you're not too far off."

I wave my hands, "ok, ok, now do the rest, and do it properly this time."

He playfully growls at me, "well, it's kinda hard to do Shakespeare when this cute lil thing is distracting me."

"Do better then."

"I'd rather do you."

"Pedro."

"What? You started it!"

I roll my eyes make a zipper motion to my mouth.

Pedro clears his throat. He mumbles some lines to himself to jog his memory, "... sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man’s business," he states in an exaggerated manner, "laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humor."

I hold in a laugh as he raises his hands in dramatics.

"And then," Pedro calls, "Conrad says something but I can't remember what he says."

"Pedro!" I whine.

"What?! I can't recite something I forgot, now can I?" he replies, busying himself with brushing my hair again.

I cross my arms, "boomer."

"Yeah, but I'm your boomer," he says pinches my nose. I wrangle against his actions and sequentially sit up.

Before I could retaliate, a phone rings across the room. It takes a second for me to realize it was I that received a phone call. I go ahead and answer upon seeing it was from my manager.

"Hello?"

"What have you done?!"

I pull my head back at her tone, "uh... hello to you too. What do you-"

"Are you aware you have a mirror behind your sofa?" she says.

I make a face. What does that-

I freeze, expression dropping as I turn to Pedro and slowly then to the mirror behind my sofa. There's a mirror behind my sofa. I have a fucking mirror behind my sofa.

My manager hums at my silence, "so, you want to make a statement with the ghost in your house before people catch on, or-"

I sigh as my manager begins to run down the possible things we could do. Pedro looks at me in concern as I wipe my face in frustration.

"Yeah, okay, okay. Let me call back in a minute. Bye."

Once I hang up, Pedro shifts on his spot and raises his brows at me.

I purse my lips, "they could see you in the mirror, Pedro."

He knits his brows, "see me in the mirror?"

I raise my brows at him.

He tries to piece it together, "see me in the... OH."

"Yeah, oh. My manager already spoke to yours, and they want to know what we want to do before people start making memes about your ugly face in my fucking mirror."

Pedro gives a guilty look. He throws his arm on the backrest and drops his head on his shoulder, "I... could change my name on Instagram to 'Ghost'."

I roll my eyes, "not fucking helping, Pedro."

"NO! But I'm serious, I-"

[fatuismooches]

I JUST HAD A CUTE IDEA

so with fragile!reader what if dottore decided to get them a cat as a simple companion? like since it’s something that wouldn’t put any strain on them to have around and as a little distraction that gives them something to take care of but also not have the sort of pressure to interact with like one would have with a person?

idk i’m a sucker for fics with the partner being gifted a pet it’s always so cute

Cats are like. One of my favorite things ever so I'm obliged to answer this. SO YES OMG SUPER CUTEEE 😭❤️ it would take some begging and pleading since obviously Dottore is wary about letting a cat into his lab after all... surely the other little creatures you have are enough? But nope, you're still imploring him with every ounce of your being to get you a kitty. And you know, he may act like this but it is very hard for him to say no to his beloved... so it's no surprise when you're gifted with a beautiful, lovely cat that you've wanted for so long!! <3

The cat is well taken care of course, because Dottore and his segments are cat people because I said so. They would begrudgingly give it some head scratches and act as if they don't like the lil guy... But they do, even if it hogs your attention sometimes... Don't comment on the cat perched on his shoulder. Don't comment on the cat running around the lab with one of the segment's masks in its mouth. Don't comment on the cat doing zoomies and the segments running after it. Unless you want to die of course. Funnily enough, the cat is kind of like Dottore in a way. It hides from you and runs away at first, preferring to be by itself. But once it trusts you it always circles around your legs and meows at you to play with it. It accompanies you on your walks around the lab too! You love your kitty. Even when you're alone you know you're not. Your kitty, Foxttore, and the little Puffttores are your babies <3 You totally tell them everything and anything so they know all the gossip.

The cat has loafed and fallen asleep on Dottore's lap before. Secretly he likes to unconsciously stroke it while he does paperwork. Your kitty can also probably tell when your emotions such as when you're stressed/crying secretly so it has clawed at Dottore's legs and meowed constantly to get him to go to your room and comfort you 😔 He does have a soft spot for the lil guy!!

[mimiwrites2000]

Attack On… Podcast!

Archive of Our Own

As the Attack on Titan series comes to an end after ten years, the cast is reunited in hosting a podcast, talking about their times on the set of the filming, their friendships, and all in-between.

And well, shenanigans are inevitable.

Attack on Titan acting AU, as the cast host a podcast, and interview the rest of the cast.

Episode 01

Armin: On that day, mankind received a grim reminder. We lived in fear of the Titans and were disgraced to live in these cages we called walls.

Eren: Wow, you made me travel back so many years, that was so long ago.

Armin: I know… I just love saying it, it's a cool way to start a series–

Eren: Welcome! everyone to the Attack on Titan podcast! Where we share our experiences, stories, and behind the scenes from the set of, Attack on Titan.

Armin: indeed indeed, and we are totally doing this because we want to, not because the production company is forcing us into it–

Eren: Armin–

Armin: and the marketing these days is crazy but here we are! And we are glad to have you around, we don't know how frequent these podcasts would be, but, yeah, anyway, Eren.

Eren: Y-yes? What?

Armin: How are you?

Eren: … you don't know how podcasts work, do you?

Armin: nope.

Eren: Oh Gosh–

Armin: Sooooo for our first segment, we will be reading some of your tweets from Twitter–

Eren: X, it's called X.

Armin: not in my house, so anyway, the first tweet here says, how hard was it to act with all the green screens and dots and all those effects things, while not being able to see any of those effects in real life?

Eren: Good question, I think that, being part of a project for… ten years, you just become part of the set, you know?

Armin: yeah we don't really have to imagine these effects or try to deal with things that we don't see, it's like we are there, it's like we lived those moments, we also had a really great VFX team and artists who gave very clear instructions, and they provided us with draft samples of how these effects would look like, and… well, considering the rumbling, it was quite… not easy.

Eren: you did a great job with that monologue though.

Armin: well, thank you, and do I have to mention it took me over 34 takes?

Eren: oh yeah we got to a point where we were literally reciting his speech with him.

Armin: but they ended up using the first take, which made me proud but equally pissed off.

Eren: they used the first take?

Armin: yup, and yes, you all could've been spared from memorizing that speech.

Eren mocking: get up! You useless piece of shit!

Armin laughing: Oh God.

Eren: you asshole! I-don't-know what other profanities but some sad other hate-speech things!

Armin: oh well…

Eren: no but good job, it was phenomenal, it'll get you many awards. Now for our second question, how much physical exercise do you guys do to stay in shape? I both love and hate this question, because I've never been in such good shape, but at the same time, I don't want to be reminded by all the exercises and diets we used to do…

Armin: yeah, especially you, I mean, I don't have many shirtless scenes soooo…

Eren: Oh you do have one.

Armin: no I don't.

Eren: Oh yes you do! He does! They cut the scene out! 

Armin: hey no! I do not have a shirtless scene!

Eren: yeah sure, pretty sure we'll talk about that scene at one point

Armin: sooooo next question.

Eren: It'll come up, it'll come up.

Armin: so, this question says, favorite drinks? Coffee–

Eren: Rum!

Armin: ok another question, oh this is a good one, so this question says, if you have one thing to change about your characters in the finale, what would you change?

Eren: hmmm, well, for me, personally, I wouldn't change anything about the finale, it was perfect, but, I wouldn't mind more insight into their futures.

Armin: yeah I was going to say the same thing and I think it's because I'm just not over the fact that it's over, we've lived with these characters for over ten years, we can't just let go.

Eren: Yeah, yeah, exactly.

Armin: Well, I mean, it's like, it's weird, you know?

Eren: Yeah I know, but I also would've loved to have more romantic scenes–

Armin: oh there he goes.

Eren: oh come on! Are you complaining about having more romantic scenes? 

Armin: alright yes of course after all that pain and sadness, more romance would've been great, but at the same time, it had the perfect amount of romance.

Eren: You're just saying this because-

Armin: Eren don't–

Eren: –you don't want anyone to question that shirtless scene.

Armin: OK SO, we are done with questions for today, that's it, I don't know how they end podcasts, I don't know what I'm supposed to say here, but I guess follow us to get updates, we will have guests in the following episodes, let us know what you would like to hear, and yes goodnight! 

Eren: Coward! 

Armin: bye bye!

note:

If you saw misspelled words, then no you didn’t

Hope you enjoyed this! This is just a tiny fun thing I’m working on for jokes and laughs while I work on other serious projects

But… anyone wants to record these…? Let me know

[blood-orange-juice]

The 2nd act of a certain dream in 2.2 is one of the worst if not the worst attempt of interactive storytelling I've seen. It's, frankly, impresive.

We get groups of mannequins recreating historical scenes, the moment the main character approaches them blocks of quickly-dissipating text appear and mannequins start to talk, which is a nice touch... except that the narrator also starts to talk at the same time.

Narrator's speeches are long-ish, quickly scroll down to the later segments and there's no way to scroll up or pause or replay them if you missed the beginning.

There's no way to replay any of these. Also if you are like me and scout the area for chests instead of following the quest marker they also play in the wrong order sometimes.

I learned absolutely nothing about the history of Penacony from that instance. I guess there were several families? And they were in conflict over... something? And someone killed someone?

I hope they patch it.

I would have assumed it was intentional if the played out story and the told story contradicted each other, but nope, one is supposed to illustrate the other.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hi Elanor I'm hoping you can give an opinion as a Doctor Who Watcher and Person I Consider a Reasonable Sort.

I'm a long time fan, and I want to watch and enjoy the new series, but the Christmas episode had peril to babies and as a mum to a toddler it gave me Major Ick, and I had to nope out after about 10mins. Should I sit out the first episode as well?

Hmmm. Good question! I suppose it depends on your tolerance levels. The baby peril is much stronger and more protracted in the Christmas episode - in this episode there's basically one segment where one brave baby decides to go below deck to face the Bogeyman, and then they immediately go and rescue him. Otherwise, the Peril is nowhere near the space babies. As a consideration, mind, the space babies are played by toddlers rather than infants, so that might also feel a bit upsetting.

If you reckon you can handle one segment, though, then you'll be fine with the whole thing. The tone of the episode is very much 'campy fun with added action' rather than tense thriller, which also helps.

If you feel unsure still, feel free to DM me and I'll outline exactly what happens in that segment so you can make a proper choice

[godsmenusuperbowl]

A Minor Celebrity ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: You are obsessed with the podcaster CB97. So imagine the surprise when he shows up at your coffee shop one morning! Hopefully he doesn’t notice how much of a fan you are…

Pairing: Bang Chan X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Word Count: 2201

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter​ @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: A lot of this feels rushed and not put together, and for that I am sorry.

A/N 2: Here is the link to Part Two: A Minor Celebrity's Lover

It was time. It felt like you’ve been waiting for this moment for forever, even though it’s only been a week. Still, your excitement was insurmountable. Finally, another episode of Existential Talks with CB97. It was your favorite podcast and you never missed an episode. Which is why you were tuning in tonight.

“Hello everyone! I hope you’re having a good day, night, whatever. I’m glad you’re joining me here tonight. I don’t have a lot I want to talk about this week, but I do want to start by talking about this song I heard the other day for the first time.”

The best part about the podcast was that it felt like you were having a conversation with an old friend. CB97 made it so easy to talk about anything and everything, plus it felt like he was really listening to you. Sure it was a pre-recorded podcast, but it really did feel like he was sitting right next to you talking about his week and the things he liked and what he thought.

Now, he did have a segment in his show where he answered questions or talked about topics that his fans sent in. It was your favorite part of the whole show, even though you’ve never sent anything in. So while you waited every week for a new episode, you patiently sat through each episode until he got to your favorite segment of the whole show.

“Okay, I think I’ve talked enough about how my life has been for the last week.” He chuckled. “Now I’m going to read what you all have sent in this past week. Since I have some extra time, I’ll be able to get through more this week.”

You smiled to yourself as he began to read the first submission. “Okay, this first one is from Baconqueror, which is a great name by the way: Hey CB! Long time fan, first time submitting something. You always talk about music during your show and you’re really good at breaking down all of the parts in the song. Have you ever wanted to make your own music? And if you do, would you break it down for us on your show as well? Wow! That’s a really great question! Yes, I would like to make music someday…”

As he went into more detail about the kind of music he’d want to make, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts drift. If CB97 made music, you would listen to it every day. You would be his biggest fan, no matter what. You hoped he really would make music in the future so you could listen to him more than just once a week.

The rest of the episode went by faster than you would have liked, but you weren’t complaining too much. You could always listen to it again if you wanted to. Besides, his soothing voice was making you sleepy, so you decided to turn in for the night. Perhaps you’ll have time to listen to the episode again in the morning before work.

However the universe wasn’t so kind. You didn’t hear your alarm go off so you were rushing to get to work on time. You barely had time to eat before you were out the door and racing down the street. You were thankful you didn’t live too far from your place of business, but that just meant your boss gave you more grief when you showed up late, like today.

“Sleeping in again?” She joked.

“Oh shut up!” You whined. “I had a long night last night.”

“It was Sunday yesterday, wasn’t it?” She teased, poking you in the side. “I bet you stayed up all night listening to CB97’s voice since you just love him so much.”

You nudged her back. “Seriously? Can’t a person be in love with another person’s voice and thoughts without it being weird.”

“Nope, never.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re predictable.” She shook her head. “Now, finish getting ready. You still have a job to do.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Before too long, you were in your groove at the register, getting orders and helping customers. It wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world, but you supposed not everyone could be a famous podcast sensation like CB97. So you stayed content with where you were, even though you often wished you were doing something else instead.

But why would you want something else when one of your regulars walked in, a smile on her face and a youthful twinkle in her eye. “Good morning, Elsie.”

“Good morning, dear.” The older woman nodded. 

“Your usual today?”

“I suppose, although I think I’m in the mood for a chocolate chip muffin and a blueberry scone as well.” She said, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

You gave a gasp of fake surprise. “Are you off your diet?”

“It’s called a cheat day, my dear.” She winked. “Besides, what Ernie doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“Well, I suppose I should pack an extra scone for him just in case, hmm?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

“Alright.” After ringing her up, you said, “Your total is $15.17.”

She nodded and started digging around in her purse. “Give me two minutes to find my wallet. This purse is a nightmare! It’s a wonder I can find anything at all!”

“Then perhaps you should clean it.”

“Well, it’s not that bad.” The two of you shared a laugh. “Almost got it…”

Just as she was about to hand you her money, her coin purse slipped from her fingers and crashed onto the floor, causing coins to fly everywhere.

“Oh goodness!” She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “I’m such a klutz! So sorry, dear!”

You shook your head, moving to walk around the counter to help her. “Don’t worry, Elsie. It happens to the best of us.”

“Here ma’am, let me help you.” A cool voice spoke and you saw another person bend down to help her pick up her scattered coins.

“Thank you, kind sir. I do appreciate it.” She cooed.

“Of course! Happy to help.” He lifted his head and put the coins on the counter. “I think that should cover her order.”

You wanted to say something, but your voice was caught in your throat. You knew that voice from anywhere. It was a voice you hear every week, one that you could get lost in for hours on end if only you could. You knew who he was even though you had never seen his face before.

“Dear, are you alright?” Elsie asked, cocking her head to the side at your odd behavior.

Shaking your head to clear your shock, you gave her a reassuring smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Let me get your order right now.”

You turned, almost running smack into your boss who was holding two coffees. “This is for Elsie.”

“Ah, thanks.”

“No problem. Just be more careful, okay? I know it’s early for you.” She teased.

You winced, trying not to look like a complete loser in front of CB97. “I’ll try.”

When you turned to give Elsie her order, you noticed he was giggling under his breath, which made you feel like even more of a complete loser. But you didn’t have time to dwell that your “celebrity” crush was right in front of you. You still had a job to complete.

“Thank you for visiting Elsie. Tell Ernie I said hi!” You gave her a little wave as she took her order.

“Of course, dear! Have a good rest of your day!”

As soon as she was gone, you took a deep breath before addressing the man of your wildest dreams. “Hi. Welcome to The Tired Bean Company. What can I get for you this morning?”

“Well, it’s my first time here. What do you recommend?”

Oh, he was not the customer who should be asking this question. Your brain short-circuited as you tried to remember what was on the menu you had permanently etched into your cranium. And his sweet, patient smile was not helping in the slightest as you tried to work through your lovesick brain fog.

“Um, well, our Cafe Borgia is pretty good. And so is the Snicker Bar Latte. If you’re more hungry than thirsty, we’ve got an assortment of pastries, sandwiches, and soups. All of it is really good.”

He chuckled and your heart fluttered in time. “Well, I think I’ll have a Snicker Bar Latter and a cinnamon roll.”

“What size?”

“A large coffee and a large cinnamon roll.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, it’s a good thing our cinnamon rolls are ginormous.” You were thankful that that last sentence came out smoother than you thought it would. “Your total is $9.75.”

“Ah, do you take card?” He asked, holding up his debit card.

Nodding, you tapped on the keypad in front of you. “It’s ready whenever you are. Oh, I almost forgot, is this for here or to go?”

“Here please.” He nodded. “It’s a nice, quiet place for me to get some work done.”

“Sounds good. Well, can I have a name for the order?”

“Chris. Call me Chris.” And with a small nod, he headed off to one of the tables near the window.

As soon as he wasn’t looking at you, you raced to the back in a vain attempt to calm your frantic heart. No way. There was no way THE CB97 was here in your coffee shop! There had to be some mistake! Was this some cruel trick the universe was playing on you? Did you finally lose it and now you were seeing him everywhere? You had no idea and you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to any of those questions.

“Hey, what’s with you?” Your boss asked.

“He’s here.”

“Who is? Carson? I swear, you tell a guy you don’t want to see him again and he takes that as an invitation to barge into every aspect of your life-”

“No! Trust me, if I ever saw him, I’d get the knife we keep for emergencies.” You assured her. “No, CB97 is here! He’s by the window!”

She peeked over at where he was sitting. “Ooo, he’s cute. If I wasn’t dealing with Carson, I would totally be asking him out. So you should do it!”

“Absolutely not!”

“And why not?”

“Because… because he’s special and I’m not-”

Before you could continue, she put a hand up. “Uh uh, none of that! You are plenty special! Sure you may not have some fancy-shmancy podcast, but you are still plenty amazing just the way you are. So either go flirt him up, or I will do it for you!”

“Please don’t!” You whined before heaving a dramatic sigh. “Fine, I’ll do it. But I’m going to feel super dumb doing it.”

“You’ll be fine, now go!”

And with that, she shoved you back to the front. After making his coffee and getting him a fresh cinnamon roll, you took a deep breath as you wrote his name and a message on his cup:

Chris - I love your podcast by the way!

“Chris?”

He took his coffee and cinnamon roll and gave you the most charming smile you’ve ever seen. “Thank you so much, Y/n.”

You swear you almost died when he said your name. You wanted to ask how he knew, but remembered you had your name tag on. Obviously that’s how he knew. You’re glad you didn’t ask.

Trying not to be creepy, you watched him walk back to his seat and open up his computer. You smiled to yourself when he took a sip of coffee and seemed pleasantly surprised before drinking more. You made sure it was made with extra care and you were glad it paid off.

“Hey, get back to work, star-crossed lover.” Your boss nudged you as she passed by with a broom. 

Shaking your head, you grabbed a washcloth and started to wipe down the counters. Occasionally you’d help another customer or sneak a peek at Chris, but for the most part you went through your daily chores around the coffee shop. It was amazing to you that today still felt like a normal day despite the fact that you had a minor celebrity sitting near the front of your coffee shop. But you couldn’t go into full fan mode at work. It was unbecoming and you didn’t want to scare him off.

When you came back to the counter, you were disappointed to see that Chris had left. So you grabbed a bucket to gather any trash and clean up the table. Though there wasn’t much to clean, there was a tip and a napkin with a note on it:

I’m glad you like it! Definitely listen to the next episode and I’ll be back again soon!

You couldn’t wait for the next episode!

And when Sunday night came back around, you eagerly waited for what he had to say.

“Hello everyone! I hope you’re having a good day, night, whatever. I’m glad you’re joining me here tonight. I want to tell you all about this amazing coffee shop I went to the other day…”

[luminouslotuses]

watched the video and. i have thoughts

the most glaring issue i noticed right off the bat was how he went through various controversies from the past first. clearly he’s doing this to make sure everyone knows what his intentions are, which– sure, would’ve been good after each issue had happened 1-2 years ago, but it’s just that this is completely irrelevant to the allegations. that’s what everyone is here for and wants his actual response to, which he knows, but he pulls this shit anyway; and he still acts self-righteous while going through them.

i’m not a liar– here’s some instances of me lying about things i’ve done in the past. this was a very good and detailed video, but he’s highly critical of me. i do not support nsfw art of minors, that’s disgusting (but it’s fine to make sexual jokes about minors in my own minecraft server!). i can’t post any photos without people saying i’m gross or weird!

the “examples” of fan & friend relationships that are shown in a following segment also bothered me. why would you bring these people, who– despite you being on good terms with in the past have clearly distanced themselves from you recently– into this dumpster fire of a situation?? again, dream with this recurring theme of constantly bringing up people he used to be friends with as either an attempt to garner sympathy or to make himself look better.

when he gets to the allegations, i feel like he’s taking a roundabout way to actually address them. at one part he says how it’s difficult to prove what actually happened without there being evidence, then gives an example saying “prove to me you didn’t sext [insert anybody here]”. thirty minutes into the video and he’s still managing to somehow sidetrack from the matter at hand, even if just for a moment.

then there’s the segment where he’s talking with his mom about him barely leaving his house between 2021 and his face reveal, which lasts for a minute and half. you’re not missing anything if it’s simply summarized as such: he rarely left his house. maybe, for the sake of clarity, he could provide a few examples and move on, but nope. he had to stretch it out for as long as he possibly could; and not to mention how despite the video being “SERIOUS” and “NOT A JOKE” he’s chuckling and laughing with his mother, which feels like such tonal whiplash compared to the heavy topics that are (and should be) being discussed.

i. don’t even want to get into the cantu situation too much or it’ll give me a headache but i do have a couple things to say. overall both dream and cantu aren’t good people and while it’s shown more clearly by cantu in this specific instance, it’s obvious by now that dream’s not a good person either. the other thing is that the editing in the video is very poppy and unserious, which– god, AGAIN, this video is supposed to be about serious topics! being discussed in a serious manner! and this is literally the opposite of that.

all in all it’s good to finally hear what he has to say that’s not in a rushed, emotionally-driven or standoffish tweet. and, yes, no original evidence was concrete. yes, dream might not be a groomer. but it’s fucking pathetic it took him this long to make a clear response. he’s not trustworthy, he should definitely not have the platform that he has, and his reputation is irreversibly damaged from this. there’s no going back now.

[anonymouspuzzler]

every day I put Kamal into situations for fun, because I am a monster.

(full transcript slash detailed image description under cut!)

Panel 1 shows Kamal, wearing a blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, in line at the grocery store holding a deli ticket. There is a purple-skinned, sharp-nosed woman standing in front of him, with a dirty-brown ponytail and swooping bangs, maroon sweater, tan purse on her left shoulder and a grey grocery basket on her right arm. Putunia is to Kamal's left, pulling on his arm, while he looks back at her with mild annoyance and the woman glances over her shoulder at them both. Putunia (shouting): KAMAL KAMAL KAMAL KAMAL KAMAAAAL KAMAL Kamal: what Putunia (still shouting): THIS IS BORING I WANNA GO PICK OUT A SODA INSTEAD OF STANDING IN BORING LINE Kamal: We have soda. You know what we don't have? Deli turkey.

In panel 2, the woman looks back at Kamal with an amused smile, while Kamal looks back at her in confusion. Putunia, still holding Kamal's arm with both hands, sticks her tongue out at him petulantly with a "bleh!!" sound effect. Woman: Oh, my. Your daughter calls you by your name...? Kamal: my what

Panels 3 through 5 contain a long chain of connected, segmented Kamal rambling as he gets progressively more anxious - in panel 3, he is looking back at Putunia with shocked realization; in panel 4, he is fanning himself with one hand with a nervous smile; in panel 5, he has both hands palm-to-palm in front of his face, avoiding eye contact with a tight humorless grin. Kamal: OH. oHhHhH no no no no no. nope. no that is. EXTREMELY not the case. like. at all, with this. I mean I should probably specify that legally I am her guardian this is not a random child I have. which. maybe doesn't sound like a big distinction. just. [text getting smaller] sorry the idea of producing a child from my actual human body is just a nightmare even in theory. [text even smaller] which I'm realizing maybe sounds awful to you given I assume you are a parent which is why you started this whole conversation oh god

Panel 6 cuts back to the three in line, with the woman looking taken aback by the rambling and Kamal looking incredibly anxious, with arms tight at his side and a smile that more resembles a grimace. Habit, wearing a pink sweater-vest over a light blue button-up, walks up behind him holding up a grey grocery basket full of various vegetables, smiling with sparkles around his head. Putunia has turned around to shout at Habit, fists in the air. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Kamaaal look at all the veggies that were on sale (smiley face) Putunia (shouting): YOU AND YOUR VEGETABLES BEGONE, GREEN MENACE!!!

Panel 7 cuts in closer, showing the woman, Kamal and Habit from roughly the shoulders-up. The woman still looks taken aback, Kamal's anxious grimace threatens to consume his entire face, and Habit is still smiling placidly, placing a hand on top of Kamal's head. Woman: Why does she call your husband a menace... Kamal: AGAIN, NOT, OUR SITUATION, Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Yes, Kamal and I live in, "sin" Kamal (shouting, cut off by the edge of the page): BORIS

[tommiruewrites]

hi my love! i was wondering if you could write a shy fem reader dating eddie munson and they go to a party or something and she sees him talking to chrissy (or another girl) and gets jealous? if not don't stress it. i love your writing by the way <3

MINE - E.M.

word count: 2.2k

requested: yes | no

requests: open | closed

request rules here

warnings: fem reader, one implication of reader being short (at least shorter than eddie), small segment where reader has anxiety, jealousy ofc, kissing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs (very brief, no intake), chrissy is not the villain

a/n: jealousy fics are my weak spot omg i had sm fun writing this. it took me a rly long time to get in a flow because i loved the req so much that i wanted to be perfect and i was overcomplicating it for myself so I apologize on the setback for reqs. i do first come first serve, so now that i'm finally happy with this one i can move on to all the other wonderful reqs! i hope you like the way it turned out <3333

remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3

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You're zoned out, feeling the thumping music throughout your whole body as it shakes the countertop you're sitting on and pulses through you. It tickles a little under your fingertips. One too many drinks in and teetering dangerously on the line of being a little bit more than tipsy, you swing your legs back and forth as you stare blankly at the fridge in front of you, wondering why Steve still has baby alphabet magnets stuck on it. You add it to your memory bank of 'things to make fun of him for later.'

"Helloooo. Is anyone home?"

You see a hand wave in front of your face, blinking back to reality and turning to face your best friend. Robin Buckley. "Lost you for a second there. You okay?" She looks ridiculous, sitting crisscross applesauce with a beer in one hand and a half-eaten block of cheese in the other. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just starting to get a little tired." You put your drink down, reaching your arms up to stretch. Pulling back to rub at your eyes, you quickly jolt your hand away, remembering you have makeup on. Little do you know that its already a kinda smudged anyway. "Have you seen Eddie?"

The clock read 11:43. You haven't seen him in almost an hour now. You weren't a huge fan of parties, so you didn't go to many, but when you did, you usually you stuck by Eddie's side the whole night. That way you didn't have to socialize with people you didn't already know and risk embarrassing yourself. Last you saw he was headed off with some buff guy to make a deal, and you had expected him to be back by now. 

"Nope, not since the last time he was here." Robin replies, leaning back against the marble to look at whatever was on the ceiling that she found so interesting. 

Looking around, you notice that Steve's been gone for a while too. They must have wandered off together. "Okay, thanks Rob's." You push off the counter, heading off into the sea of people as Robin calls out a lazy, "Any time!"

There's barely enough room to squeeze your way through the crowd, almost getting knocked over too many times for your liking. You know for a fact that there's no way in hell Eddie's in this crowd dancing, especially not without you, so you don't even bother to look. As you near the door to Steve's backyard, you wonder if he even knows half of these people that are frolicking around in his house.

The chilly autumn air hits your face the moment you open the sliding glass door. You step out onto the concrete steps, squinting through the darkness to see any sign of Eddie. Nothing. Odd, on the rare occasion you attend parties, you can usually find him outside making a deal or smoking or something. As you stand in the cold you can feel your last drink starting to hit you a little harder, mind starting to get a little fuzzy.

You head back into the unpleasant warmth of the crowded living room, shoving your way past a couple that definitely does not shy away from PDA. You jog up the stairs, two steps at a time as you look at the faded carpet beneath your sneakers. You check every room in the hall, but most are empty, and the ones that aren't are thankfully not occupied by your boyfriend. At this point your just extremely confused, tired, and missing your boyfriend's company. You stumble back downstairs, just as Steve passes you, being dragged into the mass of dancing people by Robin.

You grab his arm, causing him to slingshot back in your direction, "Hey, Steve!"

"Yeah, what's up?" You can't smell a single drop of alcohol on his breathe, meanwhile Robin has probably bathed in it by now.

"Have you seen Eddie? I've been looking for him everywhere."

"Uhh, have you checked out back?" Robin was now dancing with Steve's outstretched arm. 

"Yeah, he's not there. I checked upstairs too."

Steve looks around a little, trying to pinpoint his friend through the swarm, "Sorry, I haven't seen him." Robin loses interest in dancing and begins pulling him away again, "Let me know if you can't find him, alright?" He shouts, quickly getting swallowed by the crowd.

"Yeah, okay."

Now you were starting to get anxious. What if something bad happened to him? What if Vecna was back? You frantically pushed your way through the room, looking around as every possible awful scenario imaginable passed through your brain. Unfortunately, in your hazy state you couldn't logically decipher what was or wasn't reality. You finally make it through the cluster of partygoers, catching a glimpse of curly dark hair across the room. Your heart swells, relieved that he's safe.

You sigh in relief, quickly hurdling towards him, "Eddie! Thank goodness you're okay, I-" You hear a laugh and feel your feet come to an abrupt stop. It's a girl. It's a pretty girl, and she's laughing at something your boyfriend said. 

Taking in the scene unfolding in front of you, you stare at Eddie who's leaning against the wall near the front door, talking with the prettiest girl you've ever seen. You weren't usually the possessive type, but for some reason you felt a little on edge. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was simply the fact that he was gone for almost an hour and now you find him chatting it up with another girl. The worst part is, you know her, and she's wonderful. The nicest girl you've ever met and she's gorgeous, and popular, and kind, and outgoing, and everything you wish you were. You stand there, frozen, watching as he must have said something funny again because now she's laughing so hard she can barely breathe. Even her laugh is pretty. She tries to steady herself and catch her breath. She grabs his arm. She's holding his arm and laughing at his joke, and he's not pushing her away. You can't help the jealousy that bubbles up in your stomach, making you almost nauseous with envy.

All of a sudden, your feet are moving, pushing you off in the direction of your metalhead boyfriend. You walk up next to him, grabbing his arm a little more harshly than you intended, causing Eddie to jump before softening when he realizes it's you. "Oh hey, baby! Chrissy was just asking about you." 

You forcefully pull his arm away from her lingering hand, placing it around your shoulders, "Well, here I am!" You reply dryly, offering a tight-lipped smile in her direction. No matter how jealous you were, you could never hate her. She's an absolute angel. Still, this was the most polite response you could muster up at the moment.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Eddie's smile flicker to confusion for a moment. Sure, you were shy, but you were still usually very friendly. It especially confused him since he knows you think very highly of Chrissy.

"Have you been having fun?"

"Yeah." You mutter, barely audible.

An uncomfortable silence falls over the three of you as your eyes linger on Chrissy. She awkwardly smiles and sways on her feet. Quickly, Chrissy and her amazing social skills recover the situation, sparking up another vivid conversation with Eddie. Your eyes dart between them, enviously twisting and tugging at Eddie's black Metallica shirt. Soon enough they're laughing again, and then you hear what pushes you right over the edge. She calls him "Eds", in her wispy cute little giggle voice that makes you want to rip your hair right out of your skull. That's what you call him. That's your nickname for him. You've finally had enough, and you just can't handle it any longer or you think you might explode. You put your hand on Eddies chest, pulling at his shirt to get his attention as you lean your face up to look at him. "Hey, Eds?"

He places a hand on top of the one grabbing his shirt, laughing a little as he removes it before you rip a hole in it. "What's up?" 

You bite your cheek to keep yourself calm, jealous and also embarrassed of said jealousy, you squeeze his hand. Hard. He pulls you closer to his side and leans down to hear you better in the loud atmosphere. 

"I think I'm ready to go home now." You say just loud enough for Eddie and Chrissy to hear, envy bubbling out into the sharpness of your words as you say it through clenched teeth.

He takes a minute to process it. Process your tone... and then all of a sudden it clicks.

"Ah, okay." He whispers as he rubs your back, turning to face Chrissy. "We're gonna head out." 

She smiles at the both of you, almost disappointed, "Aw, alright. See you guys around!"

"Have fun!" He smiles, turning to walk through the front door, waving to a disheveled Steve and Robin as you cling to his side, practically pulling him out of the party. Once you both get in the car, he starts the engine and pulls out onto the road. The drive is mostly silent besides the sound of the tires against the rough concrete and the engine whirring. You chew on your lip and slouch into your seat, incredibly ashamed of your own emotions and the fact that you still can't shake them. Eddie rests his hand on your thigh, trying to sooth you. You look out of your window to avoid having to talk to him right now. You can tell that Eddie knows you're a little drunk. You secretly hope that's all he chalks your shifty mood up to. Alcohol. 

You pull up to a gravelly stop in front of your trailer. You live in the trailer directly next to Eddie's, but you spend so much time at his place that it almost felt like you lived there instead. You hop out of the car and immediately head for your trailer, "Goodnight, Eddie!" You rush out, practically bolting for your door.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast short stuff." He crowed from behind you, leaning his back against the hood of his car and crossing him arms almost mockingly. He wore a knowing smirk on his face, and you couldn't help but shrink into yourself as you slowly turned around. "What was that all about, hm?"

You shrugged your shoulders, legs slightly swaying beneath you, "What was what?"

"Aw come on, don't play dumb with me sweetheart." He pushes off the car, slowly walking towards you with a strangely proud smile. "Come on, say it."

"Say what?"

"Why you wanted to get me out of there oh so badly?"

You rock on the balls of your feet, toying with your sweater sleeve nervously, "I'm drunk."

He shakes his head disapprovingly, pretending to think as his curls framing his face wildly, "Mm, but you're sober enough to be having this conversation?"

Heat blossoms across your face, forcing you to look down to hide it. 

Eddie's demeanor softens slightly, taking a few steps closer and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Let me guess. Were you..." he starts, getting softer as he leans down to your ear, "a little jealous?"

You whine and hide your face in his shoulder, hitting his chest when he starts to laugh. "Eddie, cut it out! It's not my fault okay!" you start to ramble, "I had a lot to drink, and she's so perfect, and she thought you were funny, and she was touching you, and- and..."

Eddie tugs at your sweater as you trail off, softly urging you to finish, "and what, sweetheart?"

"She called you 'Eds'... Only I'm supposed to get to call you that." You mumble out as quietly as possible. Your face burns hot as you bury your head further into his neck. You feel absolutely mortified. 

"A little possessive, are we?" His smirk was evident in his tone.

Your fingers tighten at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him before muttering something almost inaudible.

Eddie can't wipe the smile off of his face, suddenly deaf "Sorry, what was that?"

"I said... you're, mine."

A moment passes, making you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole... and then you feel Eddie's laughter rumble against his chest until he's leaving sweet little kisses on every inch of your face in between rambled sentences.

"You look so cute when you're jealous, you know that?"

He kisses up your neck, "All pouty and flustered over nothing."

Up your jawline, "Christ princess, I can't believe you think you're the lucky one here-"

Across your cheekbone, "Sure, Chrissy's nice, but she doesn't hold a candle to you, honey."

Then finally, he looks at you, holding your gaze while he speaks, "I've only got eyes for you, babe." His lips graze against yours, smiling into the kiss as he softly presses into you and pours every ounce of adoration into it. You finally feel your jealousy melting away, intertwining your fingers with his. He pulls back ever so slightly to mutter one final promise against your lips;

"I'm all yours."

[astronomergrump]

unsure if people have ask you this but like have tips (or tutorial) for draw grumpuses? /nf

Nope! I've never had anyone ask how I draw grumps ur the first! :3

ill try my best to explain how I draw grumps and some tips, even though I'm not very good at explaining stuff.

But also, fair warning there are headcanons of grumpus biology and other things. :P

But I have...2-3 ways I draw grumpuses, more animalistic or more of a cartoonish way.

But I'd have to say that you'd have to really study the cast we've got in bugsnax, study their body types. Such as with eggabell and my drawing of her.

Her original body shape is eggie, such with her name hehe.

But with more rounder grumpuses (especially more in the stomach and hips area), I've interpreted their round side with fat. In eggabell's body shape you can see how her bottom area is more big than the rest of her body. In the drawing that I made, her body is large in the bottom but makes it way to be thinner just like in her og body. But with more plump grumps they have dewlaps. (Which if I remember properly are made of fat and fur for nesting)

Even with grumpuses like floofty (including other rounder grumps such as snorpy and beffica) >>

In their original yk body and proportions, hips are big, but slowly move up to become thinner. But unlike eggabell they're not yk egg shaped.

But ofc their are....thinner grumpuses, such as wambus or wiggle. Unfortunately I've not drawn them, but I will show my skinnier ocs I've drawn before.

These two grumpuses (even tho they're both undead might I add) have similar proportions as a human would. Mostly with the ratio hips to chest.

But I draw their bodies segmented, say with my skinny grumps you can see how both of their bodies/torsos are made up of three shapes. But with grumpuses like Beffica and Floofty, their bodies are segmented into two main shapes.

But getting into faces and jaw lines...thats always threw me off a bit. But generally speaking I mostly draw faces for grumpuses to be more canine like, either that or to be an animal that more or so fits the characters's.

While I don't really and truly draw much of the actually cast, I fully believe that a character like uh... Say lizbert, if I'm writing this down incorrectly please tell me, but with her I'd imagine she'd more or so look like a seal in the face. A buff seal.

But in general, either more canine or feline like.

With jawlines tho, grumpuses without over/underbites are flat faced. So take that into consideration especially, as their snout would probably point out a bit it wouldn't point out as far as a grumpus with an under/overbite. Say like a pug or smth, they're faces are mostly flat and not as long as dogs with long snouts. Grumpuses with over bites as we all know have teeth that rest above the bottom jaw, causing their teeth/tusks to poke out from their lip. Ditto with underbites, but their bottom jaw goes out more than the top jaw. (Poodles is meant to look like a poodle so that's why her snout points out, BUT I PROMISE THAT'S NOT HOW I USUALLY DRAW IT)

Oh and hair! And eyes as well. Hair, as I assume for grumpuses, can grow on their heads. But it would have to majorly have to deal with genes if a grumpus baby does have hair or fur that grows similarly to fur.

Such as with my two grumpus ocs, one has fur, the other has hair. Again as I've stated, I believe that a grumpus probably needs some type of recessive gene from both parents to successfully grow hair. But it's not really and truly a very rare thing to have. Like I'd assume 45 out of 100 grumps have hair that does differ from long fur.

With eeeyyyeeesss thooo, I imagine it's very similar to what humans have. Such as different eye shapes, sometimes even different patterns of pupils, but that would depend on where the grumpus originates from and how far they we're in the food chain. So yes again, genes. In my own hc I believe grumpuses have 3 different pupils that depend on their gene origin, round pupils (like humans), slit pupils (like cats), and squared pupils (like horses or goats).

We could also get into fur. But again like everything else I've stated before, genes and origins play a huge role in that

But um... For tips, I'd say mostly try and study their anatomy. As well facial structure especially with animals.

As well, take in consideration of characters body shape and anatomy. Even ur own characters.

[cocoagenie]

CHARM | Jung Hoseok x Black Fem

Your friends persuade to go to a dance party and needless to say, you enjoyed the night more than you thought.

Romance / entertainment / set in 2000's

You were on the way to a dance party located in an abandoned warehouse. That meant drippy ceilings and wet grounds, littered with enough puddles that whoever stepped across it would get a splash. Those types of parties always got immense hype.

You sat in the back of the moving Ford, nearly crushed by the window in a long sleeved purple shirt that was cut at the rib. Bedazzled jean shorts showing your legs off.

Lyrics of a Busta rhymes song were yelled right into your ear by one of your friends, Monica. She was running on so much energy that her constant dancing created heated friction for you and Asala, a cambodian girl that remained silent and amused.

"It's too damn hot." you desperately asked Jenae, the driver to let down the windows. She obliged and you leaned into the open space with closed eyes.

Your full bang mingled with the hair of your lashes as you brushed it out of the way and sighed. Thankfully the trip only lasted a few minutes before you reached the warehouse. The sound of tires crushing wet segments of rock made you perk up and lean out to gaze on the dim yet lively building.

Many other vehicles were parked in different spots like a packed car dealership but Jenae managed to find a nice spot off to the left. All of you got out the car and approached the building.

"We dancing tonight girls?" Jenae asked with a grin.

"Maybe.." you said unsurely, parties weren't really your scene and dancing in between hundreds of sweaty people. Just. No.

Maybe off to the sidelines though?

"Ugh, you so borinnn'!" Monica pushed past you playfully and trotted into the building like a happy pony. Asala put a lean arm around you and wordlessly empathized.

You got closer to the glowing entrance, people moved inside of it back and forth like fast cars and it was so, so, so, loud. The guards at the door let you all in when you mentioned the dance competition.

Your eyes fluttered when you finally stepped past the threshold, glossed lips parting at everything.

Asala had guided you by the hand now so you could keep up with jenae and Monica. They were rushing through the crowd for whatever reason and when you all had finally stopped walking you saw them each snuggle into the arms of their partner. Two guys crushed them in a hug and muttered sweet nothings that made them giggle like high-schoolers.

You released asala as she smiled at them and then glanced at you.

"You got somebody?"

"Nope. I'm solo tonight." She patted your shoulder until a pair of arms slithered around her and a feminine voice made her grin, instantly running into a kiss with her lover from behind. Asala parted with a chuckle and looked at you.

"Sorry, y/n this is Maya. Maya?" asala gestured to you as the woman smiled and waved her hand, her braces were cute you would say that and her locs were pulled into two ponytails.

"Hey" she spoke over the music. You greeted her back and looked at asala, teasingly.

"Yall enjoy yourselves, Imma go get myself a drink or something." They nodded and you almost passed janae until she called out for you.

"Where you going boo?" She pouted and you chuckled, making a drink motion with your hands.

"Okay be safe, and call me if you need- stoppp!" she was cut off when her boyfriend wouldn't stop kissing in her neck and her squeals made you shake your head with a smile as you finally blended into the crowd. You crossed your arms over your chest and squeezed through pairs and triangles, even groups of people.

Your chin tutted up to peek over and see where the drinks were at. With determined strides you managed to escape the cluster of people and be in your own space.

"Goodness.." you mumbled and dropped your arms off to the side to scoop some punch into a cup, looking down the rest of the table you saw snacks like doritos, pizza, a fruit bowl and so on. But you'd already eaten so it wasn't that appealing to snatch.

With a swift left turn on your heel you bumped into a shoulder and instantly covered the top of your cup.

Punch dripped down a tan and toned arm making you apologize without even seeing a face but when you finally looked up you saw a man smiling at you, almond eyes creased and flickering to his arm as he momentarily lifted his elbow in a 'its cool' manner.

His shirt hung around his neck around his scarf, but he was still basically shirtless and you tried not look at anything other than his dripping arm.

"No, its fine. You fine!" You nervously chuckled and confirmed if it really was okay while grabbing for some napkins. He nodded enthusiastically and then took on a calculating expression.

"It was- um.. accident? You fine." he assured and it was then that you noted his broken English, you would admit it gratified his attraction along with his beautiful facial features. You were going to dab him dry but were kind of frozen and he looked at the balled up tissue in your hand as he raised his brows for a second.

"Oh? For me?" He put down the scooping spoon and cup of punch to take the balled up paper and dab it on his arm.

"Thank you!" He glanced up at you with a heart smile and you reluctantly smiled back.

"You're welcome, and uh yeah my bad again.."

How many times are you going to aplogize?! He understands you y/n!

You inwardly cringed at yourself and picked up your cup to possibly sprint off but the guy snapped his head up, "Wait!" He called over the music and you turned around attentively.

"You dance.. tonight?" He now balled up the used paper towel and pointed his index finger at you.

"Oh no!" His eyes widened a bit as he laughed.

"Ah, sorry sorry you look like dancer so?" He pointed at his head and shrugged his shoulder for the assumption but you didn't mind. The handsome male decided to follow up with something else.

"I'm hobi, I dance!" He put out his hand and you shook it with a gentle hold, cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

"For the contest?" Hoseok nodded quickly at you and withdrew his hand to hold his cup with two hands.

"Great, I'm y/n" His eyes sparkled at your name, head titling with the slight movement of his full but short hair.

"Pretty name." he spoke dazed and deep, you could've fanned yourself right there but in order to not do something foolish you cut the conversation short and shifted on your heels.

"Thanks, guess I'll see you in the middle of the dance floor soon?" You raised your brow as he pointed to you and made a clicking sound with his mouth.

"Yes!"  Your steps started to retract as you gave hoseok one last soft look then dissapeared. He brought his hand back to himself, eyes traveling down the back your neck as he marveled at the final sight of your soft thighs and calves.

His clenched teeth took in air to make a sizzling sound as he shook his head and muttered a bit of mercy under his breath.

The way you traveled through the crowd was fueled by thrill and you managed to find janae and asala in the corner of the building. They noticed you quickly and welcomed you back.

"You smiling bright as the sun, who you talk to?" Jenae teased as you brushed some hair behind your hair and took a spot on the wall.

"Spill?" Asala was intrigued as well and your lips bended into that familiar smile.

"So I bumped into this Asian guy by the snack table and-" jenae squealed as you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Did you get a name?" Asala chimed and you nodded.

"Hobi." You admitted with the butterflies in your stomach breaking free.

"That name sounds familiar?" The cambodian girl rubbed her chin and you straightened up.

"He's gonna dance tonight!"

"You should definitlely dance with him after this!!! You know seduce em' with dem hips and shit" jenae bit her nail as you laughed aloud.

Then you leaned back up and smacked your lips while looking into your cup for that oh so marvelous punch.

"Noo"

"Come the fuck onnn~" She pushed you back and forth by your shoulder as you shook her off.

Time passed quicker than expected and the sound of a microphone getting tapped got everyone's attention.

"Testing testing, one two.. one two. It's good? Aight! Wassupp party people!" The large crowd gathered and cheered for the host as he grinned.

"Now you already know we gon have the ultimate dance competition here! tonight!  We got four groups so make some space fo em" everyone began spreading out and making a big enough circle for the groups to dance.

"Cool, now we gon introduce em! Over to the right we got the blossoms!"  It was all girl group and they smiled at everyone, radiating bright energy with their cute outfits and mannerisms.

"On the left we got the golden tigers!" You leaned off the wall to see if Hobi was there but couldn't spot him, still your hands clapped and you were anticipating the next group.

"And lastly we got Banter which is- oh they behind me!" The host called out as he stepped aside to let them acknowledge the crowd who cheered but you waited and waited, eyes squinting, neck stretching out until you spotted hobi. Finally!

"Is that him?" Asala muttered and you nodded, to entranced to pull your eyes away. There was only one Asian guy in the group.

"He's too cute." You frowned.

"You should definitely talk to him after the competition, did he seem nice?" Jenae genuinely asked.

"Super fucking nice, he was asking me if I danced– said my name was pretty.. all of that." You reminisced with a poorly suppressed smile and looked at her, she looked content.

"Get him girl, he might need a lil chocolate in his life?" You shoved her with a grin and rested against the wall while bringing the cup to your lips.

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You would admit you were partially paying attention to the other groups because when the host mentioned the last group name, every nerve in your body buzzed with real excitement.

You moved your bang aside once to get a good veiw as each group member got into position. There was silence until the bass began and the short stretch of warped notes had everyone realizing. When Ginuwine started vocalizing the dancing began.

The group synchronization was perfect and the few stunts enthralled the crowd.

Hobi pranced into the spotlight and held onto his cap with two hands.

The bold letters J - H O P E stitched into the top of it. You instinctively excused yourself to get a closer veiw and tilted your head at how precise his footwork was.

The way he moved his limbs at will, bending his arms or locking his joints to have his body halt each beat was impressive. His demeanor had changed, hoseok was surely feeling himself with the way he ran his toungue over his lips from time to time.

You cocked your head. Oh shit.

Somehow though, through whatever possibility he found your eyes while letting his other teammates take the floor. He flashed his pretty smile and made little effort to lip sync the main line. Something along the lines of 'you owe me something'.

You covered the parts of your faces that were heating up but remained planted in your spot. The eye contact was temporary but shameless.

You saw how talented hoseok but unfortunately when it came to voting the crowd hadn't made enough noise and the blossoms won. Rightfully so but still, if the groups were ranked, Banter would've been powerful even in second place since hoseok was the only one who didn't really hold back.

You wandered back to your friends and saw Monica had joined the group again. She looked like she tried fix herself up but you could tell by the fading pigment in her lipstick that she'd done some things.

"Moni you're back, had fun?"

"Oh absolutely." She taunted and chuckled at your annoyed expression while you decided to discard your cup.

Hoseok told his teammates that he had to go somewhere and walked from the center of the floor to find you. But swimming through a crowd this thick wasn't easy.

He thought to call out your name but thought he might mispronounce it so his lips remained sealed. The longer hoseok went without seeing a glimpse of you the more agitated he became.

Face turned into a frown as he dove between people shoulder first. Occasional but quiet apologies were muttered from time to time.

After many turns and changes in direction he then moved into a more less occupied part of the warehouse, the trashcan area. His head whipped left and right until he saw a familiar long head of hair lean over one of the cans. Hoseok smirked and walked over to you when you dropped the cup and turned around.

Initially you hadn't seen him but he jogged over to you.

"Y/n, yes?" You quickly looked to the source of voice and saw hoseok, his loose tanktop drenched in sweat and clinging to a lean torso. His hat was slowly re-arranged backwards as you tried to gather a sentence.

"Yeah, h-hey.. you were great tonight." The lights made your helix peircings glimmer when you tucked your hair back and fully turned towards him. His lips turned up higher as the urge to reach out and pinch your full cheeks was brewing. How could a beautiful girl like you be so shy?

"Thank you, thank you! Uh you want to- dance?" He looked at you from your head to your toes in awe as you opened your mouth and hesitated.

"Do you know..?" He trailed off but understood if that was the case, you laughed.

"No! I do its just– you want to dance with me?" You pointed to yourself dramatically.

Duhh!! you thought.

You furrowed your brows as he reached for your hand and held it like you were a princess, his nod was sincere. Eyes peering through yours like they were just orbs of glass.

"Of course," hoseok sandwiched your hand with his in a begging manner.

"Dance with me, please." His brows lifted and you couldn't say no one bit when he sported a pair of puppy eyes.

"..okay" you smiled.

Hoseok led you both to a nice spot in the dance floor and lifted your hand to smoothly twirl you around and have your back against his chest. Your hands were interlocked and comfortably resting on your lower left hip.

"Good?" He asked gently and you contemplated. Now was the time to be a bit bold, you took his free hand and placed it on your bare  side.

"Good" He grew flustered and layed his head along your shoulder. Your bodies found rythymn with the music and you don't know if it was the liquor in the punch catch up to you or the rise in temperature between your bodies but you felt like doing something way out of your comfort zone.

Hoseok was getting lulled by your warm vanilla sugar perfume yet stayed dancing. That is until he sensed a subtle change and felt your hands glide up his forearms. Graceful and smooth grinding, the way your hips moved were filled with so much intention. Meant to make hoseok spiral, meant to make him relax but feel ablaze and he rode the wave.

You reached back, fingers slid down the sides of his neck like feathers and coaxing him to delve in your neck. He nosed along your scent glands, warm lips ghosting on your oaky skin. And so anxious to kiss, would he be allowed to?

You swiftly stole his hat and fit it on your head sideways, feeling him smile in your neck, heat puffing onto you from his gentle chuckle.

"Pretty thief" he muttered and you had to turn your head and meet his gaze, it wasn't entirely lustful but mostly admiring and sweet. You returned it and smiled, eyes trailing down his lips and taking notice of a beauty mark on his upper lip.

He looked at your lips aswell, wondering if you wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you. You finally pressing your mouths together confirmed that, your dancing had slowed to a stop so you could give life into the kiss.

After a few soft pecks and lingering on one another additive lips, you both parted. Hoseok was dazed but kept up the eye-contact as he dug in his pockets for his phone. The flick of a fliphone made you look down in intrest.

Hoseok followed your eyes and fiddled with it like it was a random object he found outside.

"Can I have your.. number?.." He glanced up with hope in his eyes.

"Sure" You flashed a smile and took the device to type it in. After that you gave it back and held his forearms again while swaying to the slow jam music.

He stuffed the phone in his pocket and slithered his arms around your waist, already thinking about meeting you outside this party and possibly going on a date with you.

But hoseok put the thoughts to rest with a simple shut of his eyes to cherish this moment right here.

[shadowofroses]

College student isekai part. Reader is doing a essay on Douma

Demon Slayer

Pairing None

Warnings: Dreaming, Falling from a cloud, Pteradactl, Douma of course knows English

Summery: Reader is writing an essay on Douma for a College course, however, falls asleep. They dream about The Flame Hashira, and somehow ends up falling into the Demon Slayer World and found by Douma and tries to wake themselves up. Reader is dressed in Star Pajama bottoms and a Pokemon T-shirt. I think I posted this before??? I don't recall

Segment:

You rewatched a video on youtube in regards of the Life of Douma, and got to work. Following the video up with Akaza’s Epic version of his theme song on repeat. It was your current song fixation, and you had a hard time varying from it this week.

It wasn’t long that you continued with the essay. It was five pages and it was only based on Douma’s childhood so far. 

You looked up at the clock, it was 3 am. You yawned with exhaustion finally kicking in. Sleep overtook you fast. 

You dreamt that you were in high school all over again. Normally, your dream self would panic thinking you were about to miss a class, or that you were late for transportation. 

Upon seeing a head of Firey blond hair in front of your classroom you blinked realizing you were dreaming. Looking around the classroom you saw a world map, and multitude of historical figures. 

You were dreaming that Rengoku was your history teacher? Fuck if that was the case he would have inspired you to be a historian ages ago. “I’m spending too much time on Demon Slayer music and fanfictions…and that Essay…”

“SPEAKING OF ESSAYS!” Rengoku’s voice boomed out, “There is one due Monday in regards of the ban of Sword carrying, how people got around the law, and Ronin that went against the law!” 

Oh yeah, if this man was your history teacher in High School, you would have been a historian, with the way he excitedly talked about it, you were excited to write it. You however blinked. Wait this is a dream? I can take this into whatever direction I want!

It wasn’t often that you caught yourself Lucid Dreaming. You stood up from your desk, causing Rengoku to call out your name, “What are you doing?”

You paused, unsure of how or if to answer. The two of you were adults, it was a dream, you could make it spicy, but you never had a dream that actually finished that was Spicy in content.  Rengoku called out your name again sounding confused, and you smiled, “weren’t you teaching us the fineness of swordsmanship sir?”

The scene changed and Rengoku blinked at that, now it was just you and him outside of his family home, the both of you in period clothing, and bokkens in your hands. “YES! I was! Now What I want you to do is five hundred sword lunges in perfect form.”

Your face fell as you came to the realization that Rengoku was training you. All his Tsugoku’s ran off with the exception of Kanroji due to rigorous training. You were a downright moron. Then again it was a dream? You weren’t going to feel it in the morning. 

As you continued your lunges, “Rengoku-Sama, have you ever trained while on clouds?”

Rengoku blinked again, as the two of you randomly were in the sky training on clouds. “Nope, but I am now! This is amazing although frightening!” He started to laugh boisterously as you continued with finishing up your lunges. “Alright! Great job! Be Careful with your step! We’re going to work on the first form of Flame Breathing. Rising Scorching Sun!”

You froze in place, Flame Breathing on a cloud? Would that make it evaporate?  “I thought you only taught Tsugokus how to do Flame Breathing, I assumed, this was just training Rengoku-sama…”

Rengoku said your name, “but you are my Tsugoku! Now watchout! RISING SCORCHING SUN!” He pushed you out of the way of an attacking Pterodactyl and sliced its head off. Your fear of the attack evaporating the cloud was valid, as the cloud fell apart and you started to fall back to the earth, with a sickening feeling in your chest and stomach. 

You sat forward scared shitless, feeling like you actually fell. Your head hurt and it was dark around you. You went to grab at your sheets, only to grab grass. You blinked, That’s not right… 

You finally started to take in your surroundings. This was not your bedroom, this was a forest. 'Fuck I’m still dreaming arn’t I? Okay, come on brain, take me to a lake or something so I can go swimming.' 

Nothing happened. You closed your eyes, thinking of your bedroom. Expecting to wake up on your soft bed, plush pillow. Opening your eyes this time finding someone walking towards you. As they came closer, you noticed the blondish white hair, and you couldn’t pin down the colors of the eyes, as there were multiple colors shining. Like a rainbow. You heard something spoken in Japanese, and you started shuffling backwards “Oh no no no no no. I was having a nice dream and now it’s Douma, fuck I need to take a break from anime. Come on, wake up.”

The man paused upon hearing his name and tilted his head. You felt yourself backing up into a tree, and you slapped your face. He said something again, and you just cried out, “I DON’T WANT TO BE EATEN! WAAAAA” 

His smile this time fell, however he tilted his head the other way as if in thought. “English? Are you Foreign?” You froze looking up at him, giving him the clue that he was right. “Curious…You’re scared? Why?” He paused, placing a finger to his chin. “You obviously know me, you said my name…something about a dream and being eaten? Am I correct?”

You nodded, “Ye-yes….” You squeaked out. 

“Oh Dear me, rest assured, I don’t eat people.” He smiled tilting his head as he lied, “What is your name since you know mine.” You muttered your name trying to scoot more into the tree. “That’s a pretty name.” Douma reached out a hand, to help you up. “Come on, no reason to be afraid.”

You gulped, muttering to yourself, “Why couldn’t I have had a nightmare with Akaza or something…”

Douma froze, coming to a realization. “You know Akaza? You’re not dreaming Little Dove. You’re coming with me.” One second you were on the ground, the next you were over his shoulder causing you to yelp. 

“Shit shit shit, WAKE UP!” You screamed at yourself. 

Douma hummed, “Again~ you’re not dreaming. But if you’re going to continue screaming, I’m going to have to knock you out Dove.” 

However you couldn’t comprehend how this wasn’t a dream. How were you not sleeping, why wouldn’t you wake up? Did you lose control of your lucid dreaming?

With your continued panic, you blacked out from a hit to the neck.