Bestie, I had a sudden Thought in my singular Braincell!
How would Varras react if he encountered one of the Tickle Hunters I created?- :Ôc
AHHH HI HI I LOVE U SORRY 🤣
I adore your tickle hunters so much~ Varras would be an absolute WRECK if he encountered any of them! They all seem like ruthless lers and no matter what Varras is weak to any ler. My fav is your little painter! I think Var would be such a fun canvas too~ Those fun bristles would drive him crazy! But if you'd like~ I would kill to draw one of ur hunters messing him up! If there's any of them you wanna see me draw just let me know!
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You’re so warm—
a/n; I’m new to the community soo please don’t be too harsh on me 😭😭 (But I need the feedback anyways). Also this fic is going to be pretty long for my first, (it being in two parts lol) but enjoy!!
Timothee!Willy wonka x f!Reader
Summary: in which reader has trouble falling asleep and runs into a certain someone. What could happen?
Warnings: pure fluff 😊
You had been working at the ‘laundry covered prison’- as you and noodle had called it- for a couple years now.
You had gotten there same as everyone, looking for a cheepy place to stay in this economy; and failed to read the fine print. So there was obviously something suspicious going on.
Worse led to worse as Mrs. Scrubbit had enslaved you (which is how you saw it) and forced you to do laundry work. Along with all the other fellow workers/people trapped in the dusty basement.
You befriended each one of them as time went by, not having any other choice. But being the second youngest one there; noodle was the first one you immediately grew close too.
And one day while scrubbing some old laundry, you heard a yell. Well everyone did.
Everyone’s attention shot towards the clothing shute, where a lanky, frightened looking young man had been thrown down.
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Ever since that day, your life couldn’t have been more interesting. The man, whose name you learned was Willy Wonka, was the most amazing human you had ever met. He was a magician, chocolatier, and humungous dreamer. What better man to sweep you off your feet?
But welcoming a handsome new guest meant bunking with someone else. Mrs. Scrubbit did not want the fuss of fixing up a new bedroom, leading to Mr. Wonka inhabiting your old room.
You loved noodle, she was like a little sister to you, so you did not complain in the slightest to sharing a room with her.
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One night, you couldn’t sleep. You grabbed a thin blanket and wrapped it around your lightly trembling body. You made sure noodle was wrapped sorta-snug in the worn out bed before descending from the room.
Your thin loafers tapped the cold wooden floor lightly, wandering down the hall to the bathroom. As you walked by a certain door, your steps faltered, but soon continuing its journey to the wash room.
You and wonka has become close friends, similar to the friendship of yours and noodles, but being closer age wise made things different. You hadn’t talked to a boy your age since grade school, so having a male presence now made you exceedingly nervous.
Upon becoming comfortable with Willy, his presence had started to take a toll on you. Butterflies erupting when he would get particularly close. Or breath faltering when he would just, be in the room? You were confused. Maybe it was his shiny, chocolate colored curls or his full green eyes that lured you towards him. But whatever it was, you were hooked.
You closed the door and turned on the light, eyes squinting from the brightness; your handing coming up to shield them.
You turned on the sink and splashed water on your face. The water being cold not helping. You just wiped your face and turned off the light; heading out. This trip definitely helped.
As you opened the door you see another door opening. Expecting noodle’s small body to come out and ask why you left. Instead you get a taller, handsomer is that a word, man leaving his room. Rubbing his eyes softly.
You sigh, ‘What great timing!’, You think sarcastically to yourself. You carefully approach him and smile.
“Hi y/n” he hums with a sleepy smile. Which makes your stomach flutter. “What ya’ doin up so late?”
“Oh nothing, I can’t sleep. And you?” You turn to face him, studying his defined cheekbones and messy curls. Beautifully misplaced from sleep.
“Hm, I heard something and thought it was the little orange man coming to steal my chocolate again. But I’m glad it was you.” Your face grew 10 shades of pink at the comment. God, if he knew how he made you feel you would be in such trouble, or worse, jail. You’re glad it was dark or else he would’ve seen your embarrassing reaction. You smiled nonetheless. “Thank you Mr. Wonka”
He smiled at the name, knowing he prefers being called Willy.
“Well I’m gonna get going to my room, it’s cold out here.” You let out a half hearted chuckle and turned to leave, wanting him to stop you so badly. “Good night wil-“
He grabbed your arm gently, as if he was broken from a trance. “Wait y/n.”
You turned your head, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “Yes?”
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a/n; that’s part 1 guys 🙏🏼🙏🏼
I already have an idea in which part 2 will be posted so stay tuned! It’ll be soon :) 👐 thank you for reading!! Don’t forget to leave notes💞
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omg ur grubs ur grubbbsssss
homestuck grubs be like little babys they are so cute and make little cheep cheepy noises and wiggle and snuggle but Hey Also We Eat Them Sometimes
It’s such a triple whammy of Suddenly baby fever + cuteness aggression + macabre and it hits me right in the feels every time
would love to see more grubs from u if you’re interested (getting taken care of, being cute, getting eaten, all of the above, anything goes tbh)
Huge fan of ur art!
THANK YOU SM!!! these asks are soo nice and rly made me smile hehe thank you!!!!!!!!
im glad you like my silly little bugs as much as i do 💕 you hit it straight on the head w their appeal lmaoo that's exactly how i feel about them!!!! heres some more grub/wriggler drawings and hcs! and a little panel redraw wip teehee
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