#definitely too big to be a weasel

[batsandbirdbrains]

I’m half asleep so have a half baked idea that’s keeping me awake

The one where Dick and Bruce troll everyone

Set during season one of young justice. Dick is just an overall menace who loves to make everyone question everything they know. His favorite topic to cause mass confusion amongst unknowing Justice league members and every member of the young Justice team? His relationship with Batman

There are days where he insinuates Batman kidnapped him off the streets of Gotham.

“He saved me from Killer Croc eating me like a chicken wing.”

“I was supposed to go with the nice CPS lady but then Batman showed up and shoved me in the Batmobile and now I’m here!”

“I was walking home from school one day and he snatched me out of the shadows (he was hiding behind a dumpster).”

Sometimes they act like brothers who can’t stand each other half the time

“You’re such a buttmunch I hate you!” “Literally all I’m asking you to do is shower after training before you come home. You stink, Robin. You’re smelly.” “You’re smelly! Did the bats crap on your cowl before you came here?” Batman’s sigh is long, drawn out, and dramatic. He turns on his heel. Robin sticks his tongue out at him.

“Hey if I get this training sim completed at 100% will you get me Batburger on the way home?” “Fine. Don’t tell Agent A.” “Only if you also promise to get me a milkshake.” “Fine.”

“Yes.” “No.” “Yes!” “No!” “YES!” “NO!” This goes on for three full minutes. They’ve forgotten what they were arguing about. They’re not sure who wins.

Sometimes Batman is such a dad it feels like they’re not supposed to be watching even though it’s in the middle of Mount Justice where anyone can see.

After a particularly tiring mission and the subsequent debrief, Robin leans against Batman and definitely doesn’t close his eyes. He’s just resting them. It’s a slow blink, nothing more. Batman has a hand very softly carding through Robin’s hair, and he’s basically carrying him to the zeta tubes a couple minutes later to go back to the batcave.

Sometimes there’s a new video game out or something that Robin really wants, and he’ll whine and hang off Batman’s arm until he weasels Batman into buying it for him. He has to pinky promise. No take-backsies

They’ve absolutely heard Batman call Robin “chum” in a soft, proud voice that sounds nothing like the big bad Bat they all know.

Sometimes he just says wild shit to send them way off base:

“I dunno Conner, maybe you’re not the only clone around here.”

“He made me by mixing his own DNA with an actual bat, that’s why I’m so acroBATic. Haha, get it? Acro-BAT?”

“He stole me from the circus.”

“He’s actually a cryptid. He asked lady Gotham for light and hope and she gave him me!” “Does that make you a cryptid too?” “I dunno, maybe!”

“I’m his love child with justice.”

He’s only said the circus one exactly once because Bruce told him off for it being too close to the truth, but they did both get a laugh out of everyone’s reactions.

And then one day someone just straight up asks Robin, in front of Batman, if they’re related. And Robin blinks once, twice.

“He’s my roommate.”

It’s said so matter of fact, Robin just shrugs, and goes about whatever he was doing. Batman grunts in a confirmation sort of way, busy looking at a data pad.

Artemis, standing a little ways away behind Conner (who the rest of the team elected to go ask the question), shoves her face in a couch pillow and lets out a muffled scream. M’gann and Conner are confused. Wally is laughing. Kaldur tries to remember different surface customs in when children move out and get roommates.

“Wait but so how old is Batman then?” Wally’s question makes them all now wonder if Batman is even that much older than all of them.

In the other room, away from curious, prying eyes, Dick is smothering a giggle behind a gloved hand and shoving his face in Bruce’s shoulder. Bruce lets his lips quirk up just a little.

[elodieunderglass]

Any advice for someone pregnant with their first on how to raise a small human? (Or just surviving) I love love love hearing your stories about your children and can't wait to experience my own kids

That’s so kind of you, thank you!

I think with parenting, a lot of advice you’re given is going to come as a reflection of other people’s experiences, and is NOT necessarily going to happen to you.

pre-childbirth classes like NCT in the UK are useful and help build a network.

Don’t borrow trouble from people sharing trauma. It’s unfortunately quite common for, for example, older mothers to offer unsolicited labour-battle stories to the newly pregnant. Don’t be distressed by horror stories about pregnancy, labour, babies, etc.

Where your mental and physical resources allow, anticipate labour like a marathon. Not as something that you’re the helpless victim of, but as a great big physical challenge with a clear winner and a decently interesting prize.

You can read books - I liked What To Expect, First-Time Parent, and books on attachment parenting and gentle parenting. If you have a partner, definitely insist that they read too. You’ll have to synthesize a lot of things together and discard what won’t work.

There’s a lot of politics in parenting, all shaded and nuanced by where you live and who you are. Picking what “kind” of parent you plan to be is a whole thing! In general, evidence is on the side of practices like building attachment, breastfeeding, gentle parenting, etc - but if you delve too deeply into these books or circles, you’ll perceive that people go off their rockers. You can also pick up weird pressures to do things prescriptively. I advise you to read lots and pick and choose.

Like “the womanly art of breastfeeding” is perhaps the best manual for supporting breastfeeding, with great bibliographies and tons of information! It makes it feel like a special journey. But if you turn out to hate breastfeeding, you’ll probably find it sanctimonious and want to throw it at the wall.

As another example, “The wonder weeks” is a kind of semi-fake baby astrology that says quite authoritative things like “at the age of 32 days, babies will be especially grumpy and hungry because they are assimilating the concept of Universal Ethics. Don’t worry! It’s normal!” And then you turn the page and read: “At the age of 33 days, babies will be petulant yet reserved, as they grapple emotionally with the twin concepts of head control and the transience of emotions.” And yet it can be tremendously comforting, in the sea of new parenthood, to be informed that your baby is not a wretched little weasel, they are simply BEHAVING like one, because they are Levelling Up. Today they are sleeping badly because they are Perceiving Colours and having a Wonder Week.

You see what I mean? Something reassuring to one person is always going to be insufferable to someone else. You just have to keep taking bits and pieces as you build your own parenting policies.

But it IS useful to start thinking about your policies.

Before having kids I read a book called “French children don’t throw food,” which on later reflection wasn’t that good of a book, but at the time and space I read it in, I realised I wanted my kids to be nice company in restaurants. It was a sudden goal/value I discovered in myself. I also became attached to the idea the author had about children being able to independently make a cake on their own. This is something my French friends have told me is utterly alien to them, and they don’t know what the author was thinking of. but I loved the concept that a child should be able to make a cake by themselves. And so I do follow some of the practices in that book even though it wasn’t good. You will find this everywhere.

All parenting advice is stupid, but some is useful.

Oddly enough, today the 5 and 8 year old made their first completely unsupervised thing in the kitchen. They made a very good banana bread by themselves. What a strange coincidence. I randomly decided that it was going to be important to me that my kids should develop the ability to make a cake by themselves, and today they did it.

In parenting as in life, I often find it more useful to look ahead to where we are going, or want to go, than to freak out about where we are. On the most basic level, this is about not letting spilled milk get in the way of the orderly bedtime you need to impose. But it zooms out too.

Best of luck and feel free to ask anything more specific.

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

You’re Solid Gold…I’ll see you in Hell

Summary: YANDERE! Bill Dickey x reader

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, obsession, stalking, creepy behavior, Bill Dickey is his own warning

A/N: Posting this feels like I’m shooting to keep the income of my apartment low 😭😭😭

I hope you guys are okay with this

Reblogs are appreciated

* It I looked up the word “Pathetic yandere”, Bill Dickey’s face would be plastered.

* He thinks he’s some “big strong alpha”, but the reality is he’s kind of a coward

* During his time crushing on you, it’s like his whole rib cage is being crushed (both literally and metaphorically). He’s hates everything; the way comics are now, his club constantly challenging his authority, his home life, his sister, the air he breaths-

* And YET, you managed to capture him in a way no one has

* This man will be creepy. If you two share a class, expect him to stare at you for the whole duration or him constantly writing down any little flaws you have (he doesn’t want to admit feelings for you, especially if he considers you a “normie”)

* He won’t approach you. He’ll just stalk you to your locker and watch you interact with your friends. He’s sweating so hard seeing you, they would have to put a “wet floor” sign next to him

* The club would absolutely pick on him for it. Who knew Bill having a crush would be his weak point. This also means Bill lashing out at the club more because these feelings are too much, and would rather die than admit feelings for you

* If you confess to him/accept his confession (he definitely just yelled “I LIKE YOU!” When you were walking home from school), it’ll be a nightmare from here on out.

* When he’s not with the club, he’s constantly going to your house and weaseling his way through your activities. Imagine a loss puppy, except this one stare at you creepily and you can hear his heavy breathing as you wash the dishes

* Is the jealous type (shocker, I know). Even if his locker’s closer, he’ll still go out of his way to stand next to yours and “be on the look out” (even when you insist he doesn’t). Be prepared for dragging him out of sight when he starts to yell at a person for standing too close to you. Fuck, he’ll even do this to employees, he doesn’t care

* Brags about you whenever he can. Constantly takes pictures of you and shows it off to the club/bullies. Makes fun of them that “A nerd gets more pussy/dick than you!”

* Will demand your location. If you’re late a work, you can expect him to drop 40+ text messages and 10 voicemails that get increasingly erratic, but when you go home, you see him on the couch, acting like he didn’t do anything wrong

* Can be sweet. Will get you “I thought of you” gifts (though he mainly shoves them into your locker). If it’s a birthday/holiday though, he will get you the expensive collectible you mentioned off handedly

* Can’t keep his hands off you in private. Will hug you in the background while you’re cooking, snuggle up on you when you’re watching the movie. Even simply holding his hand while you to fall asleep will be enough for him. In public? Just expect him to hold your belt loop and that’s even being generous

* Will remember every single detail about you. He’s seen his parents’ marriage fall apart and believes that one of the reasons was forgetting important dates. He’ll absolutely memorized every important and unimportant thing about you (to the point where it’s concerning)

* He can be a decent boyfriend (once you gets past the anger issues and fundamental problems), just give him a chance!

[koiiiji]

author’s note ; im not really into that omegaverse stuff, and don’t know much about it, but dynamics of big lonely wolf seongji yook x mischievous fox reader living in my head for awhile now 👉🏻👈🏻

tw ; fantasy au, omegaverse (?), suggestive +18 content, nsfw, seongji being service dom, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS DNI, dom/sub dynamics, whatever else i forget to add

❁ seongji found you in the forests on his mountain. you were hissing and sizzling on him, not letting him get closer to you, when seongji just tried to safe your leg from trap, that definitely was set by people of village to catch him - a monster who terrorized their village (only in their honest opinion)

❁ and honestly, he felt terrible for you, you got in trap that was set for him, and was way too big for you - huge, sharp teeth of the trap bit deep into the skin and meat on your ankle, hampering your movements. also, as seongji noticed, you definitely was close to his species, it was obvious because of your big ears, annoyed fluffy tail, small claws and fangs. he never saw any fox hybrids in this area, so you probably was so lonely all this time, just like him… and you were so cute, hissing at him, trying to play it cool. it was obvious that you were scared, this is a natural reaction to a larger predator. each time seongji tried to get closer to you, you pressed your cute red ears to your head, your fluffy tail started twitching in annoyance! and yet, you were so… small, seongji just knew you didn’t had enough food last few months…

❁ when he finally got you out of the trap - you just passed out when his huge palm tried to cover your eyes, that’s how exhausted and hungry you were - so he brought you to his cave.

❁ days passed as you warmed up to him, opened up to him, became more natural around him, your true self came out - you truly were live proof of why fox hybrids deserve their name of weasels and dodgers. you always clinging to him with your cocky little jokes, having no concept of what personal space is in your pretty little head, your small fangs lightly biting his cheeks or ears, or even his biceps when seongji tries to stop your little games, holding your annoying loud head between the elbow bend and biceps, just to finally had his afternoon nap after another successful hunt.

❁ even though he was enthusiastic when he found you, seongji really wanted to help, and he actually saved you. but when you refused to leave his cave - not like he kicked you out, despite his perpetually grumbling, he liked that you were sneaking around his house here and there - sometimes he was wondering for what sins did you fall on his head… but generally he is happy that he have a company now, at least it’s not so lonely anymore on his mountain.

❁ and everything was wonderful until… your little game with him didn’t start… to feel different. seongji could say that something in him changed too. now you became more clingy and generally more close to him, always nuzzling your cheek under his chin, right above his adam's apple, where was his sensitive spot. each time you pass by him and your tail not so accidentally touched his nose or neck he was rolling his eyes in in ecstasy, immediately turning his head in your direction and sniffing at the strip of sweet smell that was trailing behind you, giving out only a low, rumbling, quiet growl somewhere inside his throat. another problem was that you were very hot. no, not in the sense that seongji thought you were sexy, (that's exactly what he thought), but literally. it was very pleasant to touch you, you were so warm, even hot, and the blood raging in your body gave your cheeks such a sweet blush. it was cute. and he couldn’t help himself really, it was hard, each time leaving his house for hunt, only to get in another fight with any other male that showed up on his territory, or getting a little bit carried away and bringing home more food then needed. Seongji didn't understand why he had become so worked up. now all he can think about is to fight, and somehow his usual instincts were deep down now they’re came back, more feral, wild, bestial. he could sense your presence, your warmth kilometers away, he could sense you.

❁ on the other hand Seongji noticed changes in you as well. yes, you were clingy before, but now it doubled and seemed that you became more vocal… always mumbling, almost purring each time you managed to touch him. and oh, how sensitive you became. each time you start your games again, seongji needed 3 minutes before you whimper from his teeth on your ear, because in your opinion he bit your ear too hard, when in fact he didn’t even put any force on it. Seongji would rather sink through the ground than admit that in fact he likes your games, and what an offended grimace you make when you try to take offense at him, but always coming back.

❁ one day, after another hunt, Seongji returned home, only to be greeted by silence and it was unusual, because you always met him with open arms. making his way deeper into his house, he called you a couple of times, but when he didn't get an answer, he started to worry. he always wondered if other hybrids could sense you miles away as he did? what if his guesses were true, and someone else felt your scent? what if- he had no opportunity to finish his thought when someone abruptly knocked him down and knocked him to the floor. Seongji was caught off guard and now his opponent had an advantage over him from above. just second after, your scent hit his nose, and your hot breath burned his neck, until he felt your body almost on fire.

❁ you looked down at him, pinning him to the floor with your hands on his broad chest and shifting your hips on his abdomen. your cloudy gaze didn’t leave his face, your cheeks were flushed, and tears almost came to your eyes when you whined on top of him "Seongji…. please help me...it's... it's so hot there.... and it hurts…" to say that Seongji was shocked and confused at the same time was to say nothing. he was bursting with overflowing feelings and thoughts. he lived most of his life completely alone, and had no idea what partner actually means. and as he got older, he didn't have a chance to get close to anyone, but he would be lying if he said he hadn't touched himself. just like he’d be lying if he said he’d never fantasized about the two of you. when you moved into the house, he had some sweet thoughts, but Seongji always blushed and waved them away, convincing himself that you were just friends.

❁ and after each thought how he would bend you over nearest surface and pull your tail up after you annoyed him a little too much, he convinced himself that you were just friends. after each wet dream, when he woke up in the middle of the night because of the too realistic images in dreams, where the two of you are gently clinging and nuzzling to each other, the bodies move in unison, and you literally drown in each other, when you reach your peaks, he still convinced himself that you were just friends and he shouldn’t think about you like that.

❁ but when both of you started to change in your behavior, Seongji couldn't stop himself. every day his head was full of sinful thoughts, and your behavior didn't help in any way. and that's what your general silence led to - whining, you pinned him to the floor, desperately fidgeting and looking for more friction, in an attempt to calm the heat below. gently intercepting your hands, Seongji looked into your eyes a little tensely, as if asking if he could sit down. at the same time, he raised himself on his elbows, and sat down uncertainly, now holding you on his lap, slowly releasing your hands. his tail wagged a little and his ears flattened against his head as he bent lower, slowly touching your lips, exploring and tasting you. you deepened the kiss in your impatience, and knocked him to the ground again, biting his lips with your little fangs and digging your claws into his shoulders. in response, he let out a low throaty growl, making you guiltily put your ears to your head and apologetically look into his eyes. sitting down again, he pressed you closer so that you could feel his stone boner through your clothes, and without giving you a chance to squirm and enjoy the friction, Seongji grabbed you by the hips, carrying you to his room.

❁ later that evening he discovered how much your lower back can arch when his hands are on your sides and he's hammering into you from behind. Seongji found out what a sweet voice you can have when he fucked you standing up, so you had to rise on your toes, so he could hit into that sensitive spot inside you. that night, he also zeroed in that your soft, hot walls squeeze him harder if his big palm presses on your tummy, just below the navel. Seongji also liked the feeling when he folded you almost in half, when he held both your legs on his shoulders, denting you into the mattress. but most of all, he remembers the moment when your throbbing walls squeezed him for the last time, when you both lay on your side, hugging each other, and then he could swear that in the dark of the night he could see the little hearts in the depths of your eyes when he came after you, filling you deeply and abundantly, so you almost drooled.

[sugoi-writes]

Morning! I have a little silly idea for Alastor x Reader and wanted to share :D

Reader is stressed over some big event that is about to happen in the Hotel (like idk maybe they're throwing a ball or some gala to encourage more sinners to check in) and while she's giving a pep talk to everyone she absentmindedly starts fixing Alastors bowtie/coat/hair and everyone expects him to snap at you (you two were more of rivals than friends) but instead he smiles at you softly and fixes your necklace. You two only realize what you did when Angel "quietly" asks as a joke when did the two of you get married 😅

Sorry this took so long!!! I hope this is doing your prompt a little bit of justice! Please enjoy!!!

No warnings for this one, really! Just some good old fluff and pining (which I DESPERATELY need to work on, HAHA--)

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Everything was hung in place, not a tassel or a drape awry. The decorations and accents, deep reds and lush golds, adorned every surface you could see. It was... gaudy. But it was perfect.

When all was said and done, you clasped your hands together, a triumphant smile on your face. Charlie, being the sweetheart she was, tasked you with orchestrating the grand-reopening ball. She had to admit, it was nice to throw the reigns to someone else for a while. She definitely got some MUCH needed time alone with Vaggie, who was also more than willing to take a backseat.

Your voice cut through the chatter like a knife, silence behalfing the room with your address," Alright... guys, everything looks great. The place looks perfect. Everyone is looking--"

As your eyes flit about the hotel residents, you spy a freshly-apparated Alastor, who was... off. Physically, you mean. You squint for a moment, spying three things: Hair, Bowtie, Handkerchief.

"Sh-Sharp... everyone looks sharp."

Without thinking, you marched right up to the Radio Demon, collective gasps around the room as you touched him. Looks of bewilderment, horror, and amusement surrounded you both. You were preening him, adjusting him... unannounced? With no physical repercussions? How were you still alive?

Both hands shimmied the black bowtie into place," The music is covered, thank you for the recommendations, Alastor--"

"Anytime, dear," he quipped, not flinching in the slightest. His eyes were trained forward, avoiding eye contact as you pat his chest. Charlie's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her skull as you pulled out the handkerchief, refolding and placing it back into Alastor's breast pocket. Another, resolute tap to his chest, and Angel's brain was short circuiting.

"Right-- like I was saying, everything is PERFECT. I need everyone on their BEST behavior when the doors open-- you especially, Angel. Everyone has their roles--"

Angel squinted, pouting as he shifted his weight... His head cocked to the side with a smirk, as if to say 'speak for yourself'! You strained onto your tiptoes, fluffing and adjusting Alastor's fringe, completely oblivious. There was a tinge of hair gel in Alastor's crimson, which surprised you. He had really gone the extra mile... albeit, still a little under perfect. Or maybe, you had just never noticed how much effort he put into his appearance?

"Niffty: keep an eye on the buffet and clean any and all messes. Angel, intel and vibe-checker. We have some big-wigs coming tonight, and I'm sure we could weasel our way into their good graces-- Make sure they're drinking, eating, dancing-- yknow!!! Having a good time!"

Alastor leans his head down for you, allowing easier access to his hair. You silently thank him, your tangent continuing," Charlie, Vaggie: you know the drill. Get them hooked on this place. Give them the razzle-dazzle to get them to stay. Lucifer, sir, you're in charge of the fireworks. I'm sure you have something ENTIRELY too bombastic for this, but-- just try not to scare anyone off tonight, sir???"

Lucifer, though still flabbergasted, gave you a pair of finger guns. This was his way of giving silent acknowledgement.

"Husk, of course: you're on drink detail. The more booze, the looser these guys get. The more likely they'll cave and stay the evening or become a patron--"

You blinked as warm hands were on your collarbone, adjusting your necklace. Though your face burned brightly, you didn't utter a word as Alastor finished his adjustments, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You looked up towards him, a friendly smile shot your way.

No words were exchanged, just smiles. You nod to Alastor, before turning to face the crowd. You weren't expecting to see looks of confusion and shock: everyone looked like deer in headlights. You sigh, chuckling a bit as you crossed your arms," C'mon guys, I know everyone is nervous about reopening to the public today, but we've got this!!! Seriously, everything is absolutely perfect now and--"

"If I can cut in real quick, toots-- are we plannin' a weddin'?" Angel retorts, fanning his hand back and forth between you and the Radio Demon.

"I mean-- not that I'm complainin', but y'gotta warn a guy first. I would've worn somethin' else for such a special day~"

You blink, utterly confused, before it finally clicked. You sputter dramatically, eyes wide and face heated from the implications," I don't-- I don't know what you mean, Angel--"

"Oh honey, we aren't BLIND. Admit it, you're mackin' with Tall, Dark, McNasty. And honestly, I get it. Chase your dreams or whateva. It's kinda cute~"

There were murmurs from the other crew, loosely agreeing to Angel's sentiments.You take a step forward to say something, before a hand clamps onto your shoulder. Your face only grew warmer as Alastor stepped in front of you. His pleasant smile strained, his annoyance further proven by his left, twitching eye.

"Now now, let's not lead the night with accusations and gossip-- though I'm usually a big fan myself~," Alastor mused, his grin widening.

" I'm afraid you all have the wrong idea-- I was just simply making sure everything was perfect. Just as our party host is." Alastor turns to you now, his smile softening," And that's exactly what tonight will be, with you at the helm: perfectly executed."

Angel snorts, leaning over towards Husk as he covers his mouth. A hushed whisper and an eyebrow wiggle are thrown his way," Oh, they're DEFINITELY fuckin'~"

You nearly shrieked as you cover your face with both hands, frustrated," Shut up, shut up, just-- UGH. L-Let's get to our battle stations, guys-- doors open in FIVE MINUTES," you bark. The nervous energy in the hall multiplies before dispersing, as everyone made themselves busy. It was very clear that everyone was trying to ignore the elephant in the room (and failing miserably). You do your best not to smudge your polished appearance as you turn on your heel, making your way towards the bar.

Immediately, you give it a knock, two fingers out. Husker nods, pouring you a double shot of your preferred poison. Swiftly swallowing the elixir of courage, you felt some of the embarrassment melt away. A familiar presence appears beside you, mimicking your knock and drink order. You sigh as Alastor's hand comes into your line of sight, eyes naturally following it as he swirled his drink, before downing it. You couldnt help but focus on the bob of his adam's apple, before you had the decency to look away. Alastor grinned down to you, tilting his head.

"Still troubled by their words, dear?"

You groan," D-Don't call me that, Alastor... Angel's going to feel like he's right," you reply, holding the bridge of your nose. Alastor laughs, leaning against the counter," Oh come now, I'm sure this whole mess will roll off your back by night's end~" Alastor teases, jazz hands accenting his playfuk tone. You groan again, frustrated," UGH, no, if HE'S distracted by that, EVERYONE here will be-- I just-- I don't wanna cause any unnecessary attention. 'For EITHER of us. You have your gambit for tonight, and I have mine... We need this to go WELL, not to be the talk of the town..."

Alastor leans against the counter, back pressing into it as he looks your way. Normally, he would continue to goad you into a precious, pathetic mess, but the look on your face felt too... troubled. You really were overthinking things, his eye catching the way you bit your lip.

The two shots he ingested already softened his edge, his head lolling to the other side," ...'a little advice, then?" You look over at Alastor, surprised by the change of subject.

"Sure. Might as well," you quip, resting your chin on your hand as Husk whisks away your empty glasses.

"If you walk around the room like your hair is on fire, the entire operation goes up in flames... This is commonly seen in management, but works just the same here," Alastor states, pretending to be fascinated with his talons.

"And truly, for tonight, you are the leader, the ringmaster of this event... the others will ask questions, and look to you for guidance. If you walk around like everything is going to fail, then it is destined to. So perk up!" Alastor's hand finds your chin, forcing you to look his way. Your breath catches for a moment, your eyes settling on his face. It was flushed, warm... and a hint of something you can't describe. He was being unreasonably chaste. Is this what Mimzy meant by "sweet as a kitten"?

"I think everything will go as it should, as long as you keep a cool head, dear. And if you can't, well...," Alastor grins as he knocks on the counter, each of you receiving another drink.

"--there's always liquid courage to settle the nerves."

You nod slowly, processing his words. Real, genuine advice... and, some sincerity sprinkled in? Were you really that drunk already??? Deftly, you picked up your glass, almost downing it before Alastor stops you.

" A toast, first."

Alastor grins as he picks up his own glass, clinking it against yours," To your success, my dear."

You move in autopilot as you clink back against his drink," Y-Yeah uhh... to the Hotel's future," you added, the two of swallowing your drinks hastily. Alastor straightens his posture, reaching over to squeeze your arm in reassurance. The radio in the room flicks to a new frequency, changing to a modern, catchy song that you recognized.

" Th-This is--"

"Your favorite, right?" Alastor finishes, his grin widening," Well dear, I am nothing if not accommodating. For tonight, let's have a little fun. Change things up." You nearly jump out of your skin as the front lobby doors begin to open, Alastor's eyes meeting yours.

"I expect to have your first dance. Meet me when you'd like to accept the offer."

And with that, Alastor leaves you, melding into his shadow form to flit to another spot in the room. You blink a few times, still reeling from the entire interaction. You hadn't told Alastor your favorite song. Not even once. And, you never dared to listen to it in front of him, fearing that he would disregard you or even chastise you for your taste.

You feel your heart swelling as you search for Alastor again, mouth falling open in silent protest. You wanted to pester him, ask him how he was able to know something so personal.... However, you are greeted by a sharply dressed demon, all too eager to make your acquaintance.

You allow your hand to be kissed, and pleasantries were exchanged. But ultimately... you felt your eyes constantly searching for Alastor. Maybe Angel was right, you thought... Maybe you did have something going on between the two of you. You felt a blossom that had remained so stubborn finally experience it's long-awaited bloom.

Maybe you did like Alastor. Maybe, just maybe, he liked you too... As the night grew longer, you realized that you just might be content with that.

[cute-sucker]

oh em geeee im thinking of rafe taking you to weddings as his plus one 😇

i'd like to think he does this when the two of you are engaged??

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theres something about that man dragging you to a wedding, your his plus one and he's staring at the diamond on your finger with such vigor you would think he wanted to marry you at that second.

you like it too, the way that he watches you in your shimmery dress as if he can't get his eyes off you. not only that but he kisses you so deeply you can feel it all the way to your heart. there is something about him, the way he gets ready in a dark suit, a firm look on his face after you took hours to get ready.

and he's the type of person you don't want to invite to a wedding, because he'd asking you what you would like. at one point, he's pointing at the roses and the different foods, "yea' baby so which one do you think would look good at our wedding?"

you're blushing, but trying to tell him to stop at the same time, "rafe! you can't talk about our wedding while we're here at-"

he definitely silences you with his kiss, hands coiling around your waist and when he pulls away you're stunned the way you always are. at one point you get so drunk you start sitting on his lap telling him you want to go.

to make matters worse, he's trying to talk to the older couples as well, trying to make small talk by asking how quickly the marriage ended into the honeymoon stage, "so was it 3 days? i mean-listen between you and me, my lady and i would like to go into our honeymoon as soon as possible."

then he would give you a firm pat on the bum before you gasped and whispered your apologies.  

the two of you are horrible at weddings, and yet somewhat endearing. everyone knows rafe as the big bad wolf, but standing next to your giggly persona, a sweetness that radiates off you - he looks almost....soft.

people can see the way his eyes continuously linger over you, and how he always manages to weasel his way into the conversations you have. but he doesn't bother what others think of him, rather he stares at your bright smile and feels love grow in his heart.

especially when the heels get too much for you.

"rafe?" you mewled, practically on the floor. he looked shocked staring at your small figure under the table.

"what the hell are you doing down there?" he hisses, as you give him a dazed smile. clearly, you've had something to drink as you bite your lip before giggles escape your mouth. your laughter is a clear sign of how much you've had to drink

you sigh, tugging at the straps of your shoes, "can't get them off?"

he shakes his head, "why did you wanna wear them in the first place."

at this you pout, tilting your head down almost in sadness, "'cause they looked cute." finally, he grunts before his coarse fingers reach down to fix your heels. you let out a sign of relief when the heels unbuckle, and he stares at you with an exaggerated look.

now it's your turn to smile, "lets go home!"

you know what's coming, but you enjoy it anyway. he bundles you up in his arms - bridal style (he's horrible at weddings, yes he is,) hand supporting your back as you shyly wave your friends goodbye.

you're excited to be a mrs. cameron.

[retroaria]

★ unlikely trio

⟡ ݁₊ what it was like working with osamu dazai and chuuya nakahara as port mafia operatives ₊ .⟡

platonic!dazai + chuuya x gn!reader | this is definitely based on 15-18 y/o dazai and chuuya! they are both executives and you’re under them but still high ranking. use of y/n btw. this is short i just wanted to do some silly hc's for my favorite boys :)

• | BSD M.LIST | reblogs are apprectiated! | •

⋆˙⟡ chuuya hates to make you the mediator, but dazai insists. when these two are locked in on one upping each others level of arrogant asshole, dazai seeks you out to be the final voice of reason just so he can see which of them will be scolded the most - he knows they’re both being stupid. because of his vulgarity, chuuya usually gets the shorter end of the stick in these competitions (competitions that exist only in dazai’s head btw)

D: “Did you see that!? Chuuya just bit me!”

C: “I did not bite you, i’m not some kind of wild animal.”

D: “No, I think you’re a creature far more sinister actually…”

C: “If you don’t shut the hell up I’ll actually bite your head off.”

D: “You see! Y/n! Someone has to reprimand this feral beast.”

Y/N: “Chuu~ you can’t just say you’re gonna bite his head off…”

C: “HE STARTED IT AND HE LIED!”

D: “My accusation doesn’t seem too far off for someone who just threatened to orally behead me, read the room Nakahara.”

⋆˙⟡ pushing and shoving each other to get through the doorway first. you or chuuya usually assume the role of line leader but when it comes to making an entrance dazai can’t help but weasel his way in there with an annoying amount of force. this doesn’t necessarily pertain to you, as dazai does this when it’s just him and chuuya as well…or anyone really - he’s gotta make a grand entrance.

⋆˙⟡ letting you win at arcade games just so chuuya feels like the only one who couldn’t beat him.

⋆˙⟡ you being the only thing that could get those two to sit down and have a normal meal together. they know you mean business when you invite them out to eat so they put their big boy pants on.

⋆˙⟡ you and dazai coming up with dangerous but efficient plans that chuuya spends the entirety of the mission refuting. alternatively: you and chuuya coming up with safe and well thought out plans that dazai spends the entirety of the mission ruining.

⋆˙⟡ they both go to you to talk about their troubles id think, although dazai does it in a much more sly manner; not really telling you anything but just wanting to have someone to talk to. chuuya really lets it all out on you, he’s a a bit of a trauma dumper when he feels he can be. sometimes one of them will walk in on you when you’re with the other and they both look at you feeling so betrayed.

D: “I can’t believe you double booked…today is MY DAY.”

C: “Shut it freak, I had plans with them first you’re such a little brat.”

D: “So cold…I’ll have you know I was invited.”

⋆˙⟡ dazai spends a lot of time trying to get you to understand the way he thinks. he’s totally emotionally and mentally stunted though, so he ends up speaking in riddles and not getting his point across as smooth as he’d like to sometimes. chuuya doesn’t explain his thought process to you at all and then gets mad when both dazai and you aren’t getting what he’s putting down.

⋆˙⟡ they both feel the need to get your opinion on big decisions they might be making concerning operations. dazai will dance around his proposals and take in your reactions based on the little info he gives you. chuuya tells you the situation straight up and asks what you would do if you were him.

⋆˙⟡ dazai feels that you need very little protection and can handle things on your own, his logic is that you couldn’t have gotten as far as you did if you weren’t capable. chuuya sees you as one of his valued subordinates and will go out of his way to ensure your safety (though he doesn’t do that for anyone else but if you died who else would protect him from dazai’s emotional abuse?)

[kisseobie]

hi could I request p1harkony when they have a crush on you

p1harmony when they have a crush on you

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: none i don’t think…

a/n: hiii friend!! yes u can >__< i hope u enjoy!! requests r open btw for anyone wondering :p still working on tumblr girls atm ..

*ੈ✩ keeho

keeho prides himself on the fact that he can make anyone in his vicinity laugh with little to no effort, but with you, he tries just a bit harder than he would with anyone else. his feelings for you develop quite quickly, and he finds himself paying attention to small details about you that many, including yourself, would miss. known for being one of the moodmakers of his squad, everyone notices that he gets abnormally quiet at group hangouts where you are present, something out of character for him. alas, he doesn’t notice his friends’ concerned glances at his unusual demeanor, as he would much rather focus on the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, the gentle bouncing of your right leg under the diner table, and how you struggle to maintain eye contact with him for more than a few seconds. his attentiveness is what allows him to get closer to you, and his intense observations of every detail about you ends up in him bringing you your favorite snacks without being asked to, or renting an older movie that you mentioned you had been wanting to see, just so the two of you can watch it together. his feelings for you grow tenfold as time passes, but he’s careful not to bombard you with an overwhelming confession of love, so he keeps a good pace and continues to gift you items that remind him of you. once the two of you start hanging out one and one regularly, his flirtatious side is less restrained, and he weasels his way into your heart with the way that he sweetly praises you with that honey voice of his. loves to sneakily touch you and compliment everything about you. his devotion to you, even in the crush stage, is immense and making you feel like the prettiest, most important girl in the world is how he lets that be known to you.

*ੈ✩ theo

is the last one to figure out that he has feelings for you. always would internally pass off his desire to keep you close as just fondness for a friend, but when the boys inquire why he goes through such lengths to make you smile, or basks in your compliments a little more than necessary, he starts to understand that he might not like you as just a “friend”. takes a bit of time to analyze how you two interact the next few times he sees you, and he quickly begins to note that yes, he loves to make you smile more than anyone else and yes, only your compliments, whether towards his hair color or singing voice at a group karaoke session, make him feel fuzzy inside. taeyang is not one to fear rejection, so his way of making you aware of his feelings is cool and collected. simply calls you and gives you instructions to “get dolled up by the evening and wear red.” because he’ll be picking you up and taking you out. when he drives up to your residence, he knocks on your door with flowers in hand, beaming at your beauty. theo is very traditional and a big gentlemen, evident when he opens your passenger door for you, or when he takes your hand to lead you up the flight of a fancy restaurant’s stairs. overall, i believe that he wouldn’t bask in his crush on you for too long. pining is not his ideal method of securing you as his, and he pursues you right when he realizes he sees you in a romantic light. his confidence is a strong quality of his, and that’s no different when it comes to you.

*ੈ✩ jiung

as a perfectionist that values work to a sometimes unhealthy extent, jiung wasn’t fully aware of his blossoming love for you at first. it definitely takes him a little bit of time to accept that his feelings towards you aren’t merely platonic, and as a result of that he might pull away for a bit before ultimately opting to get closer to you. like theo, ji doesn’t really care to pine so when he does make the decision that he wants a chance at a future with you by his side, he makes his feelings very obvious. it starts with physical touch, which you yourself have witnessed jiung gagging at in the past with anyone else, so you already start suspecting that he might view you in a different light than his other friends. starts taking you out on study dates, accompanying you to cat cafes, tying your undone shoelaces for you.. he’s practically your boyfriend before the pair of you even discuss your feelings for each other. isn’t a big gift giver but will pay for your food every time you’re together, not taking “no” from you as an answer. loves when he catches you staring at him from time to time, and blushes at the thought of you liking him back as much as he likes you. i see jiung confessing to you in a pretty nonchalant way, as he’s comfortable enough in his feelings to relay them to you with a certain sweetness that makes your heart warm. in his mind he’s quite nervous, but when you excitedly accept his confession he’s all smiles, grabbing your hand and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. jiung is your prince charming, and the shift between your mutual feelings for each other and officially becoming a couple is a comfortable process, as if it was always meant to be, as if the pair of you were always one, even from the beginning.

*ੈ✩ intak

i see intak as the type of boy to wear his heart on his sleeve, and his security in accepting and understanding his own emotions allows him to be your knight in shining armor whenever you need him to be. he himself knows how comfort can be given in the form of company when life gets difficult, which is precisely the way he shows you his unwavering affection. he doesn’t fully know for sure if he has platonic or romantic feelings for you in the beginning, but he begins to realize that it’s the latter when he finds himself answering a panicked call from you at very late hours of the night, to which he runs to grab his keys and fling on his jacket at he makes his way to your location to comfort you as best as he can. from that night on, he dedicates himself fully to making you feel safe and loved, even if he’s unsure if you reciprocate his feelings. his love language is definitely quality time, and he often ends up inviting you to local concerts, shopping dates, and the movies. wants you to know that he’ll always be there for you, and that he enjoys spending his free time in your presence more than anyone else’s. inflicts corny cliches onto you, like fake yawning and stretching his arm to wrap around your frame, (and his sneaky glance in your direction to make sure he hasn’t made you uncomfortable is not a gesture that goes unnoticed). is your number one hype man, shoulder to cry on, and pillow for when you accidentally fall asleep leaning against his warmth. when he finally knows that you do reciprocate, his confidence shoots up to the roof. one night when you two are watching a movie together at your house, intak turns to face you, tucks a stray hair behind your ear and asks, “can i kiss you?”, waiting for your approval before locking his chapped lips with yours. when you both part from the kiss he can’t stop smiling and going in for more kisses, and eventually you both fall asleep cuddling on the couch. when you wake up he sits you down to make sure he interpreted your eagerness correctly, that you really do want to be his. is all giggles when you call yourself his “girlfriend” for the first time. he is soooo puppy coded ^_^

*ੈ✩ soul

not being the most confident in the group, he’s quite hesitant to express his feelings for you. hides his crush on you from everyone, because he fears it could come between your close friendship. i think shota is the type to know right away if he has romantic feelings for someone, as he’s a great judge of character and knows who he can be comfortable around with a singular interaction. even though he may not want to verbalize his feelings to anyone, especially you, that doesn’t mean that soul doesn’t treat you different. on the contrary, he prioritizes your happiness more than his own, like when he brought you dozens of his favorite snacks from his latest trip to japan, or when he demotes jongseob as his gaming buddy so that he can teach you one on one how to play his usual games. although he might believe he’s not very obvious, all of his friends know that he loves you. after a long time of crushing on you, he starts to open up to you more, which surprises him, especially knowing that he likes to keep his emotions to himself. realizes at a certain point that he can’t continue on like this, that he can’t bare to keep you as just a companion, that he craves more. seeks out his friends’ advice on the matter for the first time, and they all reassure him that there is no way that you don’t feel the same, which is unconvincing to him. despite his doubts, he does eventually muster up enough courage to tell you how he feels, expecting you to kindly reject him and distance yourself afterwards, but to his surprise, you just reply with a kiss on his cheek, and the words, “i like you too”. from that point on, he becomes a more confident version of himself around you, constantly cracking jokes and keeping you attached to him at all times. every part of him that wanted to hide from you disappears once you put a label on your relationship, and he’s grateful that he didn’t let his insecurities get in the way of your shared love for each other.

*ੈ✩ jongseob

i’m a firm believer that seob would fall in love at first sight. his mind is older than his body, and he’s regarded as one of, if not the most mature of his group, despite being the youngest. jongseob knows what he likes, is in touch with his emotions, and most importantly, knows that he loves you more than life itself. doesn’t shy away from pursuing you, makes it his goal in life to receive your unwavering affection!! definitely makes use of his photography hobby by using you as the subject in majority of his photos, always sends you printed copies with little notes written on the back of them, like the date they were taken on, what he was thinking when he photographed them, etc..! asks his older members for advice, and constantly tries to meddle information out of them that could be useful to his mission of asking you out.. he’s attentive just like keeho, and gives you little gifts that incorporate things like your favorite characters, perfume scents, colors, and songs. 100% writes lyrics about you, and shyly shows them to you when you come over one day, passing them off as “general” feelings but when he sees how excited you get to be reading something he wrote himself, your reaction is enough for him to finally ask you out on a proper date. when you leave in the evening, he’s giddy for the rest of the night, and writes down different date ideas just so that he can plan everything perfectly to fit your tastes. he also is on his phone all the time, always preoccupied with texting you, whether it be a simple “good morning :]” or a cute video he saw on instagram. jongseob’s crush on you is deeper than he may let off at first, but he knows that it’s something that consumes his every thought and motivates him in every aspect of his life. once you two actually start dating, he continues to take pictures of you, and makes a scrapbook journal for the pair of you to look at in the future!! just the sweetest boy who values your interests and happiness over everything else!!!

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[spiritrend]

Never seen any Marvel Rivals stuff before and this is great!

Poor reader would be flattened under the weight of Logan’s bones in that, but I think refuse to move because ‘can’t disturb the cat’. And what a hell of a way to die 🫡

(here lies reader, rendered 2D by tiddies)

sorry if that got weird 😅

Big fan of exploring Logan’s sleeping habits as well as everything he would do to mess with you.

Logan is definitely a little ass sometimes but he never does the things he does out of actual malicious intent. It’s just his way of showing he loves ya. And he thinks it’s kind of funny.

And honestly, who would complain if they got to be flattened by THIS?

Is it wrong to say I don’t think he’s hairy enough? I want him to look like he reeks. But they did make him short AND built like a doorframe. So maybe I can’t complain too much.. I play him far too much just because I like looking at him,,

Tells you “Cant disturb the cat” but WILL playfully smother you in his chest if you tell him that wolverines aren’t felines and that he’s really more of a weasel than a cat.

“Wolverines aren’t cats, Logan..”

“You say somethin’? Can’t hear you under there.”

“Logan!”

“Mmm.. Must’ve been the wind..”

Yeah he’ll sleep on you

Throwing the logic of his heavy ass skeleton aside because I want Logan to sleep on me..

[oonajaeadira]

That Awoooo Inside You, Pt. 1

Fandom: The Wild Robot / Fink the Fox

Pairing: Fink <3s OFC fox

Rating: G all the way, don’t worry. This is keeping in the world and disgustingly wholesome. Prolly too clean for tumbles 😆

Warnings: None. It’s for cuteness and for heart.

Summary: After the events of The Wild Robot, a new resident joins the island.

A/N: Listen. This is just for fun. I love a fox character and I love a sassmaster with a gooey center and my heart melted for Fink. He is very lovable. As @something-tofightfor mentioned in a chat with me, “he just wanted to matter to someone.” I totally agree. In keeping with the frank but sweet style of the movie, I just ached to give Fink a silly little sequel and it feels in bad practice to keep it locked up when I’ve had such blockage lately. Thank you for indulging my exercise.

It was a mild spring evening like any other, the sun going down as Fink bounded back inland, his belly nearly dragging on the ground after an afternoon of digging clams and catching fish. If it hadn’t been for Roz, he’d just be waking up for the evening, getting ready to hunt mice and rabbits. But thanks to Roz, he couldn’t bring himself to eat them anymore. He couldn’t eat his friends.

He smiled warmly. Friends.

And thanks to Roz, there was a soft, mossy green bed for him to curl up in after gorging himself on the pantry of the sea. It was waiting for him just ahead, its siren song of comfort and sleep calling out to him. Why be a hunter in the cold night when you can fish in the warm sun and sleep in a warm basket? What a life he’d lucked into.

Suddenly though, the spring evening like-any-other shifted into something else entirely when he was hit with a scent so new and wondrous that his quick feet stumbled to a stop just before the hut came into view. Putting his nose to the wind he let it wash over him and the scent ran through him like fire, tingled like a storm in the air, chattered his jaw and set every hair on end…

But in a really, really delicious way.

Obsession was something he was used to, but this was intense. He had to find it. Had to paw at it and roll in it. He needed it ground deep into his fur and he was running full out before he realized it, not off into the woods but to familiar ground, to his very own home.

“Your tail’s all puffed out,” Thorn noted as Fink came through the opening. “Someone chasin’ you? That’s my job.”

The bear gave a low laugh and Fink ignored him, hastily scanning the hut for the source of his agitation, not caring so much that his tail was puffy, but he couldn’t stop it twitching. “What… what what is that smell?”

“Oh. That’s probably her.” Thorn heaved himself off his big furry butt and stepped to the side, revealing Fink’s bed and the creature sleeping in it. “Found her washed up on the shore. Still alive. Barely. Thought you wouldn’t mind if I brought her here–”

“It’s a…fox. Another fox.” Fink stood aghast. He hadn’t seen a fox on this part of the island for most of his life. His mother had driven him off as soon as she was going to have another litter and the only other foxes around had been bigger males or his sisters, so he had run for days hoping to find a territory where he wouldn’t be bitten and bullied and kicked around by them. He’d found this corner of the island to be lonely, but at least he wouldn’t get himself killed over territory disputes. And then, of course came Roz and Brightbill and then this corner hadn’t been so lonely after all. It had seemed a fair trade to make; with such a warm, accepting new family, he’d never even stopped to wish for someone of his own ilk.

But now…

“She is?” Thorn mused. “Never seen a white fox before. Just thought she was a kind of weasel or something.”

Fink’s nose twitched. “No. She’s definitely fox.” Slowly approaching the bed, he craned around to get a better look at her sleeping face tucked halfway under her gray-tipped tail. She was small and her features were a little more delicate, but that scent couldn’t be denied. “Definitely.”

Another fox! Here! Where did she come from? How did she survive into maturity with that coloring in the wild? Was she friendly? She’d have to be taught the rules of their community. She’d need a place to stay…well, here, of course, with himself. No doubt. Foxes united. Was she clever? Another fox could help keep the raccoons in order. Would she be in pain when she woke up? No visible injuries. Would she be hungry?

Fink gasped.

Another chuckle from the bear. “Well that’s just great. Now there’s two of ‘em. Dandy.”

Ignoring the sarcasm, Fink turned and ran for the door. “If she wakes up before I get back, don’t let her leave!”

“Where you goin’?”

“River! Fish!”

Darting under fallen trees and skipping over the bank stones, making the grasses into a blurring tunnel of green, Fink made quick work of the path to the river. Getting a fish under duress and desperation was less than graceful though, slipping off the tree spanning the water and falling in, swimming halfway to shore before surrendering the indignity of being wet and turning around to paddle back to the center of the stream and bite bite bite at the water where the fish were jumping in the twilight as they came up to the surface for bugs. By the time he returned to the hut with a fish in his jaws the sun was finally down.

There were a number of animals sitting in the meadow outside of the shelter when he arrived, sitting up on their haunches and vying for a view, attracted by the noise of spitting and snarling, of Thorn bellowing reassurances, and a great deal of scampering happening inside. It seemed their guest was awake. Fink had to paw at the bear’s backside to get into the hut–Thorn was plugging the entrance with his body–and was able to squeeze through in a moment of silence.

The hut was in chaos, everything that could be upturned had been, and the white fox herself was at the side furthest from the door, braced and ready to spring, exhausted and panting, seemingly fighting for her life. She was now ashy as the shadows inside the hut; it seemed she’d fallen into the cold fire pit at one point, her bright coat splotched with soot.

“I keep tryin’ to tell her she’s safe but she doesn’t wanna believe me,” the bear moaned, his defensive roar shaking the walls.

Dropping the fish, Fink rolled his eyes. “Gee. I wonder why.” He took a few steps toward the newcomer. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry this big lug scared you–”

“Oh right,” she panted. “Why would I be afraid of two predators that are keeping me trapped in a cave and won’t let me leave????”

“Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa,” Fink flinched at her ferocity. He couldn’t blame her for going on defense, but he knew he had to calm her down fast before her flight instincts led her to hurt herself. He put on his gentlest voice. “You can leave, I promise you. But? Weeeeee need your help first.”

This threw her off, her breath catching and her eyes darting between Thorn and Fink in the darkness. 

Her eyes— one dark and one light–

“Help you? Help with what?”

It was working. Her panting slowed and her shoulders began to relax. Fink sneezed in a show of playfulness and gave a sideways glance to his quarry. “I came all the way back from the river to bring you this feast and it’s just gonna rot and stink up the hut if you don’t eat it.”

“I’ll eat it,” Thorn offered, earning a jab in the belly from Fink.

She continued to watch them a moment before slowly sitting back on her sooty haunches and considering. “I don’t get it. What’s the catch.”

“Trout, by the taste of it,” Fink sassed, sighing in mock dismay. “A little embarrassing, if I’m being honest. I’ve caught bigger, but I was in a hurry and they tend to be slippery. I had to take what I could get and–”

“I mean, what do you want?” She wasn’t amused. But she was calmer. 

“I…want you to…eat the fish?”

She huffed, squinting at them. “Why don’t one of you eat it?”

“Because we’re not hungry.” Returning to sincerity, Fink took up the fish and walked it around the central fire pit closer to her, stopping just as a twitch in her side warned that she might run. Laying it on the ground gently and turning his back on her to show trust, he resumed a sitting spot near Thorn at the door. “You’re new here. A guest. And we have rules. And rules are, the animals around here are all friends. Well, mostly. We don’t eat guests. And we don’t eat friends. And we don’t let guests eat friends. Or squirrels.”

“But… you’re predators,” she countered weakly, the fish beginning to pull her focus.

“We aaaare,” Fink conceded. “But? There’s enough bugs and shellfish around here for everyone, and plenty of good roots and berries. Someone really special made us understand that we survive better when we’re counting on each other instead of chomping on each other. My big friend here found you and brought you here to help you survive. You seem to be doing nicely with that and you can go, but we’d like to send you off with a full belly so you’re not tempted to eat any of our pals on the way out, capiche?” 

“So you’re not going to kill me.”

Fink and Thorn’s heads swung in unison.

“Too pretty to kill,” Thorn mumbled. Both foxes stared up at him. “What. I’ve never seen fur so white. She glows in the dark.”

They followed his gaze up to the round vent hole in the roof where the moonlight was shining in. The parts of her coat that weren’t besmirched with soot reflected it brilliantly, bluish-white in the darkness of the hut.

And perhaps it was the moonlight or perhaps it was her hunger, but something in her changed just then, grew softer, let go. And thanks to Roz, Fink had learned to see it.

“I’m Fink,” he said. “This collection of fur and odors is Thorn. You can stay as long as you want. Or you can go…but there are more who would probably like to meet you. Thorn? Move it. Let the lady pass if she wants.”

The bear stepped away from the door and let more of the moon in, catching the fish in its sparkling light. Beyond, it also illuminated the clearing outside and the crowd of animals there, predators and prey alike, peacefully side-by-side, trying to get a peek at the newcomer. 

Her eyes–one dark, one light– reflected the moon and her tentative decision not to run. “I’m Farrah,” she said with careful unveiling trust, before settling down and digging into the meal.

A collection of tiny possum voices called from outside. "Nice to meet you, Farrah! Welcome! We're glad you're not dead!"

Thorn bumbled about the hut, tipping things back into place with his nose, trying not to amble too close to Farrah or scare her while Fink simply laid down and, crossing his paws in silence, watched her eat.

Not so long ago, he was just like her. They all were. In one short year, a robot–a machine with a heart–had come and shown them all a better way to live. And for a while, Fink was happy. He had love and family; he mattered to someone. To many someones.

But he hadn’t considered that he might ever matter the most to one specific someone. 

Not until now, at least.

It was spring on the island. And he was a fox. He did foxy things. And maybe one of those things was finally considering what it might be like for a specific someone to matter the most to him.

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PART 2

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[sparklystarrrr]

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Riddle R. x Alice! Reader

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸 ~ 𝓒𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

Once we had trudged far enough into the school, we had eventually made it to the grand Mirror Chamber known through all of Twisted Wonderland. I never in trillion years thought I would get to see it in person and be able to get evaluated into a dorm by it, but here we are, beside a pompous crow man and a flaming cat thing, so I doubt anything could defy the odds further. Once we had walked into the orientation, I looked around at all the boys surrounding me. Some had big ears atop their heads, fluffy tails, teeth akin to a shark's, and some had the most interesting features I had ever seen before like odd noses and beaks, or webbed hands, even flaming hair! This was certainly nothing like I had seen in the Queendom of Roses. I saw almost everyone watching me and it was so incredibly uncomfortable! No girl would enjoy a whole auditorium full of boys looking at her whilst she walked down a never ending isle of them on either side plus in front of her! I held my hood to cover my face and my (h/c) hair from everyone's view.

As I made my way down, I noticed the variations of height in the boys sitting beside the mirror. Some had been quite short, around my height, and some were incredibly tall. Once again, some had ears, bright eyes, the list of incredible features expanded everywhere I looked. For some reason there had been a floating tablet too...? I'm not quite sure what that's about... The boys had seemed to be mumbling about the crow man, who had fortunately been the headmaster, and how he had been tardy. The bright eyed boy said he may have a tummy ache which I giggled at. "I MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT!!!!" The headmaster, who I found out was named Crowley, screamed while walking me towards the Dark Mirror. I opted to stay silent. The Mirror was large and intimidating. It had a void-like shine to it. "Ah, speak of the devil." I heard. That voice sounded... a bit familiar... I'm not entirely sure who it was though."If you must know, I was searching for the new student who'd failed to show for orientation." He declared while looking at me with a passive aggressive stare. I pursed my lips and twirled a lock of my (h/c) hair in my fingers in an irritated state. A headmaster he certainly was...

"You are the only one who has yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror young man, and be quick about it. I'll watch your weasel." Before I could make a sharp reply and say that I was not in fact a boy for the thousandth time, he shoved me up to the steps before the Mirror. I looked around at the crowd behind me, then back at the ominous Dark Mirror in front of me. I stepped closer. I waited for a moment. Then a burst of green flames shot up from what seemed to be inside the mirror, I jumped back a bit. A crackling sound followed as the ignition weakened. A large white intricately designed mask with gaping holes for eyes and a mouth appeared. "State thy name." It's bellowing voice echoed. "(y-(y/n) Pleasance..." I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. Why did I have to do that at a moment as life changing as this... Oh I'll definitely be embarrassed about this later.

"(Y/n).... The nature of your soul is.... Vibrant, child-like and full of wonder, yet poised and quick-witted... Your magic flows like the calm waters of the ocean, though the waves may rise... A young woman of your power will make a much appreciated fit into Heartslabyul..." The Dark Mirror finished his verdict. I was in the Heartslabyul dorm... alright okay, that doesn't sound incredibly terrible. I'm sure my father was in Heartslabyul too... he will be surprised to hear his youngest daughter got in too, hehe!! I smiled to myself and then looked around behind me, then at Crowley, and oh my goodness this man's jaw had dropped so far it had positively been in hell. "... a... FEMALE??!!!" He shrieked. The whole crowd had erupted into a cloud of whispering and giggles. I heard a few sentences like, "Should I get her number after this?" and "I can tell you right now man, she's probably so cute", what I would give to make these boys hush. I even heard things like, "How did she not get sorted into Pomefoire?" And I can tell anyone right now I would not last a day in Pomefoire. As much as I love makeup and pretty things of the sort, getting picked on by a MAN for how I look is absurd. 

Crowley frantically went to the Dark Mirror to find an answer to this supposed madness."Are you suggesting the black carriage went and received a female? The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this have happened?!" The man was, in simple terms, floored. He went on a whole rant to the Mirror about ,'In my years of being the Headmaster of this prestigious school, never once has a girl been administered here blah blah blah...'  While he had his temper tantrum, Grim was trying to escape."Mmmmmph. Nnnrghhh.... ME! Let me have this kid's seat!"Crowley had ended his rant and turned back sharply to the cat."Not so fast, you hyperactive weasel!" The whole sea of students went into a panicked frenzy. Students ran as far as they could from Grim and the boys who sat nearest to the Dark Mirror tried to rally everyone up while I stood in shock and horror. 

"Unlike that girl, I'm a boy! So let me be a student here! Look, I'll show ya! My spells'r the cat's meow!" Grim shouted with an extra teethy grin and summoned a few balls of hot blue fire! And one was coming right at me!"Get down!" I heard a boy's voice shout to me while he knocked me to the ground before the fire could touch me. "Ouch! What did you do that for, sir?!" I yelped, not completely registering the boy on top of me from the shadow that his cloak cast upon his face. He seemed to get a bit choked up,"I was just trying to get you away from the fire, I apologize for knocking you to the ground. There is not time for this. Now get up and control your rambunctious familiar!" His jumped off me and ran towards the rest of the peculiar boys and I was starting to wonder if they were a big deal at this school. Suddenly another ball of fire grazed my face, going right past me and hitting the behind of the bright eyed boy! "AHHHHHHH! HELP! I'm on fire!!" He screamed while his arms flapped around like wet spaghetti noodles and fire crackled on his behind.

Through all of that, Crowley was too busy making sure all of his students were trying, or making a terrible attempt at trying to catch Grim while he was on his arsonist rampage"Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the whole school ablaze!" He screamed while standing and doing nothing. The taller boys grouped around him with deadpanned expressions and I grouped in with them while brushing my cloak of the dust I got while being knocked over.  The tall lion-tailed man's gruff voice spoke through the chaos, "Ugh, can I go now, or..." The tall purple haired man's elegant voice spoke next, he looked rather beautiful too"Oh? And I though you assumed yourself a hunter. Go and fetch that plump little morsel!" His smirk grew on his glossed lips while the lion guy grumbled under his breath before walking away to go sleep on one of the dark wood pews,"Too much effort. Do it yourself." With that he yawned and walked away. 

Next to them stood a slightly shorter boy who had silvery hair and black rimmed glasses, looking a bit shady like a scammer my mama would tell me to stay away from. "Allow me to handle this, Headmage Crowley," He said with a smirk and placed a hand on Crowley's shoulder,"If none of you are up to the task of catching a small animal, I will accept the responsibility." His chest puffed out and my eyes instantly went from him to a floating tablet? How much weirder could this place get, I'm so confused! "WTG Azul. Rackin' up those participation points." The tablet... spoke? "Excuse me Mr. Crowley, but could I possibly help-" "MY BUTT'S STILL ON FIRE SOMEONE HELP MEEEE!!!!!" Before I could interject, I was once again cut off by these immature boys! Does no one seriously know how to run a prestigious school like this???? I sighed heavily and ran over to assist the bright eyes boy. Water splashed from the palm of my hand and landed straight onto his legs and back, effectively extinguishing the blazing fire. He sat up and looked at me with a smile even brighter than his crimson eyes,"Thanks man! Sheesh, I was in quite the pickle before!" He giggled as I pulled him up from the ground."Ah! Yes, of course..." I trailed off while ignoring him calling me a man"I'm Kalim Al-Asim! You're (y/n) Pleasance, right? Odd name for a guy, haha!!"

I giggled alongside him because, little did he know, I was not in fact a boy... dun dun dun(he didn't need to know that right now, there are bigger issues at hand rather than what lies between my legs)! We then both turned around to see the fur ball still shooting people with his flames. "How many times do I gotta say it? I'm Grim, spellcaster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!"He cackled while his number of fire balls increased, so did the size of them. They were around the size of my head! The silver glasses boy spoke with a cocky tone in his voice and grabbed the shorter boy next to him,"Aren't you a spunky little fellow. Riddle, would you be so kind...?"Riddle? Could it really be him?"Furry miscreant. I will abide no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand." The boy spoke and held up a red magic pen which glowed with fury. My eyes widened. Would I really get to see Night Raven College students in action? Suddenly without a second thought the two boys ran into action, their feet quick and steady against the dark purple velvet carpeted floors. Their magic pens flashed magic through the air while aiming at Grim who was taunting them and continually throwing flame balls at them. To their loss, Grim was seeming quite victorious. Azul and 'Riddle' had quite a hard time aiming and timing their magic together in sync and it caused them to bump into each other.

"Not exactly a seamless effort Azul. Try timing your magic with mine." Riddle said with frustration lacking his voice."Here's a better idea: why don't you time yours with mine instead!" Azul remarked while Grim laughed manically at the two's pointless argument"See?! I'm a WAY better mage than the two of you combined!!" the cat giggled while aiming more blazing fire at the both of them. My eyes watched as a ball of fire was getting dangerously close to Riddle and Azul. Before I knew it, I sprung myself into action, quickly hopping to my feet and making a mad dash towards the boys. The hood of my cloak had fallen back and revealed my (h/l)* (h/c) hair and my very feminine face that contradicted the boys around me but I couldn't care less. I jumped in front of the two to knock the fire ball out of the way and spoke my unique magic "CURIOUSER AND CURIOUSER!" Hundreds of cards flew straight out of my hands as Grim was captured into a tea pot with intricate rose patterns on it. I jumped from the floor I was standing on to catch the teapot before it would break as Grim was flying in midair. I swiftly grabbed the pot and fell to the ground on my feet before falling over, holding the teapot full of a wild Grim close to my chest. That fall certainly hurt... I looked around at the quiet room and saw everyone looking at me, oh how embarrassing this was!

[silverryuan]

TWST with a Koinatsu reader (Part 2)

"Welcome to Night Raven College, Koinatsu. Now, I look forward to your hard work!"

• Those are the words you hear from Crowley before you and Grim departed from Ramshackle to the School Entrance. You double-checked your cleaning tools. You are a bit uncomfortable walking around with a different type of clothing instead of your kimono, but you must tolerate it for now.

• To your and Grim's astonishment, you see seven statues of what looked like historical figures. Each detail carved to perfection. You were too busy admiring the statues, you didn't notice the stares and whispers of the students passing by...

Random Heartslabyul Student: "Woaaah~ Look at them! They're beautiful. Are they a new student?"

Random Pomefiore Student: "Hmph! Their face surely says "Pomefiore", but I haven't even seen them around campus before. Definitely a new student."

Random Octavinelle Student: "But they don't wear the school uniform! They must be an outsider? Should we report them?"

Random Pomefiore Student: "Hell no, I don't want trouble on my first day here!"

• Grim started pointing to a statue of a beautiful woman, "Hey hench-human! I bet you must be prettier than that lady over there!"

Random Pomefiore Student: "GASP! HE DID NOT--"

Random Octavinelle Student: "The nerve of that cat to compare..."

• You're starting to feel the negative stares of the students behind you. The figure must be heavily respected around here. You turn to the students and bowed your head in sincere apology that you didn't mean to insult the historical figure since you didn't know them.

???: "You don't know the Beautiful Queen?"

Grim: "Fnyagh? Is she some kind of important person?"

Koinatsu: "Oh hello! I apologize if it seemed like we're being rude. You see, we're... The new cleaners here. Perhaps you can tell us about the seven figures Mr. .... Uhm..."

Ace: "It's Ace, Ace Trappola. And yeah, they are pretty important people..."

• A boy with red hair and a red heart painted on his face stepped forward to you and Grim and explained you the stories of the Great Seven and why are they respected.

Koinatsu: "Woah~ Their reign sure is strong... And a bit scary."

Grim: "Fnyaah... They're so cool!"

Ace: "They are....unlike a certain weasel."

.........

Koinatsu, wide-eyed: "Eh?"

Grim: "F-fnyagh?! Who're you calling weasel!"

• Ace suddenly laughed and began firing insults towards Grim. Oh dear.... Does that mean that his friendly aura was just an act?...

Koinatsu: "I-I'm sorry, why are you-- *gasp* GRIM!"

Grim, launching flames at him: "FNYAAAAAAGH! TAKE THIS!"

Ace, blocking the flames: "Hah! You call that magic? Even kids can cast a better spell!"

Grim, pissed: "WHY YOU BIG PIECE OF--"

Koinatsu: "Stop fighting, you two! You better stop before you get other people involved!"

• Grim didn't listen, nor did Ace... You have to stop this. But how? You can't use magic. You're responsible for Grim, yet you're letting him cause a ruckus. Should you call the headmaster?

Grim: "FNYAGHAHAHA!"

Ace: "Oops, you missed--"

Koinatsu: "THE STATUE!"

• The two froze in their spots. They turn their heads to the direction you pointed to. And to their fear... The Queen of Hearts statue is charred!

Ace: "Oh shit... I better get outta here before--"

Crowley: "BEFORE WHAT?"

[verdantwyrm]

my silly little hcs

more under the cut

Curly

comes from a very very very big family, the kind of australian family that always has either a slow roast or a grill on at all times. their house smells amazing. but no food lasts longer than 10 minutes.

went to college with jimmy, absolutely had a weird fling with him that he doesn't really think about anymore. if you ask him about it he just shrugs "ah yeah you know, we were young. still figuring stuff out" and jimmy is in the corner still recovering in the worst way possible

had a dog when he was younger named harry, he was a boston terrier

actually wanted to join the air force and be a real pilot, but he had to settle for next best and applied to be a freighter pilot a couple years later after becoming burnt out in his early 20's when pony expressed picked him up, he offered the job to jimmy when he was 25

Smokes with Jimmy, totally shouldn't. Anya gives him a serious glare every time he does it, but she doesn't turn down a cigarette either, depending on the day

is sort of ? dating anya ? its a bit complicated, its become a situation of waiting for the first person to act first (they never do)

voice claim - bluey's dad, bandit

Anya

comes from a very small village, she moved away from home when she turned 19 to go pursue medicine in america, unfortunetly it got pricey very quickly, and she was unable to finish her courses, but kept applying regardless until pony express approached her. shes been with them ever since

had a white cat when she was younger named roan

her younger sister got married as soon as she turned 18, which made anya feel a little left, she felt very "behind" and ended up making some questionable relationship choices because of this. realized that was stupid a little too late.

has a very obvious and very terrible crush on curly, doesn't do a very good job at hiding it but thankfully the man is very dumb and hans't realised it yet (neither has she) (daisuke brings it up once and she almost dropped her favorite mug)

doesn't have her license, and probabaly never will. she rides a bike everywhere, is definitely some end of the hippie spectrum but never has enough free time to truly commit to that.

she has a habit of chewing her fingernails whenever she is nervous, so she paints them regularly to try and break the habit. Her favorite color is actually orange.

voice claim - diane nguyen

Swansea

despite what many people think, Swansea actually got divorced on relatively good terms with his ex-wife. As he was sober entering the relationship, and ended it. He still talks to his kids, and laments over how they sound just like Daisuke sometimes. They'd be around the same age too.

he actually hates coffee, and can't stand the taste of it. Tastes like dirt to him, and would rather drink something sweet or even tea if it's an option. He sometimes drinks coffee if it's the only thing though

Curly was actually his intern for a little while when he first started out, he was helping out carrying boxes and moving stuff around to help him get acquainted with the layout of the ship or to put those young legs to work. They go back a little, so it means something to Swansea to see him achieve what he has. He would never admit it publically, but he is proud of him.

He wanted to play instruments when he was younger but never got much say in it considering how quickly his life fell apart. So he settled for the first thing before him to get him out of that pit, and it just stuck.

He plays card games in his spare time, usually practising. Now that he has a victim, he beats Daisuke at everything.

Swansea actually did not trust Jimmy at all when he first came on board, said Jimmy reminded him too much of a weasel. And he kept that right up until the end.

He notices a little bit of his own kids in all the crew, and it's definitely something he internalizes like crazy. Being so far away from his own kids, he tends to let them lean on him a little more than he should and would make a poor Captain for this exact trait. He just can't bring himself to be too strict, and even after reprimanding Daisuke, he feels extremely guilty, even if it was an important lesson. His sentimentality gets to him easily, but he tries to not show it.

Voice Claim - Ron Swanson

Jimmy

Wanted to be a cop at some point.

He doesn't speak to his sisters, they've long left him or gone off to go do their own thing. He's better off without them anyways.

He met Curly when he was younger, and wanted to desperately be his friend but didn't know how to express that. So he hit Curly over the head with his lunchbox, and they've been friends ever since. Curly took it as just roughhousing, something he was very used to in his large family.

He is allergic to cats, and constantly sneezed around Daisuke in the first few months.

Jimmy actually hates playing board games, he thinks they're extremely boring, but it was very hard to say no when Curly would drag him into them every time. It got the point where he had to start purposefully avoiding him until he got over this phase.

After Curly graduated early and went off to go to flight school, Jimmy dropped out. He was studying finance and law. Went on a four-year bender, and got himself stuck in multiple dark pits that he thought couldn't get any deeper until he ended up somehow on Curly's doorstep. Curly has been working hard to essentially rehabilitate him to a healthier life. Jimmy hates this.

Totally doesn't have a huge crush on Curly still, it rots him to his core at how disgusting it is. Half the time he doesn't even know if these feelings come from desperation, genuine love or anxiety of being in that pit again, and he rolls his eyes at the idea of even discussing it.

Despite being very lanky, he is not the most acrobatic man ever. And is quite clumsy, he tries to hide this but Curly always notices and it drives him nuts.

Voice claim - Bojack Horseman

Daisuke

He has three cats back at home. Junebug, Jazzy and Ducky.

Daisuke actually really likes pokemon, but unfortunately, he didn't bring any games with him. He complains about it almost daily.

Even though he beats Anya in board games, he will probably never beat Swansea. He's so jealous of the card deck he holds.

Has an even bigger sweet tooth than Swansea somehow, and absolutely split one of the last few candy bars from the vending machines.

His mother is a writer, and his father is an architect. He wanted to pursue art but felt like it was very lacking in comparison to his parent's achievements. He didn't resist when they gave him the opportunity to intern, but It wasn't fantastic news either.

Daisuke is actually extremely smart in very technical stuff. He will repeat the dumbest string of words, but accomplish something only a master electrician could in seconds. Swansea and Curly don't understand how his brain works, but it gets the job done. (Its the Autism)

Daisuke is actually terrified of doing something without his parent's permission. He was never an extremely rebellious kid, and it always felt weird to do something without them knowing or their permission first. He was a nervous kid and wasn't always sure if what he was doing was the right thing to do or if he was doing it correctly. This was a habit that got on Jimmy's nerves very quickly.

Daisuke sings in the shower, very loudly. He brought his own walkman, but unfortunately, that got misplaced somehow and he's been bummed out ever since. In return, Swansea and Anya let him have choice of the music sometimes to make him feel included.

He doodles with Anya, showing off their art skills to each other. Anya has a portrait he drew of her in her office desk. She loves it.

Voice Claim - Finn the human

[wenosgf]

COMPETITIVE NATURE

IN WHICH Y/n and Nicholas always seemed to be in competition with one another throughout childhood. What happens at the greatly anticipated HYBE picnic where they have to compete once again?

chapter 1: stalker

wc: 950

Your friends like to tell you that you’re very competitive by nature. You disagree. You just happen to always be the best at what you do. Wang Yixiang - he is competitive. And when a competitive person isn’t the best at what they do, that’s when things get sticky.

It started in elementary school. The badminton team was mixed gender, and you joined and quickly became the most valued player. Then, a boy from the year below joined, and everything seemed to shift. He was swift to master the basics and then took no time to become skilled, and soon he was a player you were concerned could actually beat you. The two of you weren’t allowed to be paired together in practice because it would simply be unfair to the opposing team.

One time, he had the nerve to challenge you to a singles. You supposed everyone was curious about who was better. You heard people on the team talking about it all the time. The match went on for thirty minutes before the shuttlecock had hit the ground even once, and the coach called a draw. The boy had then claimed that since you were a year older, you had an advantage, and that if you had been the same age he would’ve won. That is simply the kind of stupid shit an eleven year old would come up with as an excuse for not winning, but from that point onwards, you hated Wang Yixiang.

When you moved up to middle school, you had peace for one year. And then he moved up too. You started seeing his annoying face around again. And worst of all, he always smiled at you in the corridors. Sometimes he’d even call out your name and say hi. But it was always in a teasing, condescending way. Like he knew how easily he could get on your nerves. Still, you were in different years, so you never had any classes together. And there were no mixed gender sports clubs in middle school, so he had no way to weasel his way back into your life. That was, until the school picked representatives for a national sports festival, which was a two hour drive from your home in Taipei.

Of course, both you and Yixiang were among the representatives, and he was very adamant on talking to you the entire time. He would simply try to make conversation, but would never be deterred when you only gave back half-assed responses, or just ignored him completely. He was persistent like that. The most annoying trait someone could have.

He was persistent throughout high school, too. You decided you wanted to pursue dance and transferred to Jangkyung High School, department of performing arts. Guess who transferred the next term? You signed up for the school musical. Guess who bumped into you at the audition? You even ended up in the same dance crew, and the most annoying thing of all, was the fact that he was fucking good. Exactly like what happened in elementary school with badminton, he picked up street dance quickly and rapidly became one of the best. You got crazy deja vu when you started hearing some crew members debating on if you or Yixiang were the better dancer. He’d always come to you after the practice. Say something casual like ‘good work today, Y/n’, or ‘tough one today, Y/n, wasn’t it?’ and you’d mumble whatever in response. You could tell by the smug smirk on his face that he was never actually trying to have small talk - he was teasing. The competition between the two of you may have been unspoken, but it definitely wasn’t one-sided. You knew he felt it too.

In 2019, Big Hit Entertainment held an audition at your high school, and you decided to go for it. Guess who also auditioned? Guess who also passed?

You and Yixiang moved to South Korea as trainees at the same time. Yixiang, however, was transferred to Belift Lab and participated in I-LAND after eight months. You weren’t very happy about that. The mere idea of Yixiang debuting before you made you want to chew your nails off. You’d been competing with him since literal childhood, but never had a clear answer as to which one of you is actually better. If he debuts before you, that would be unofficial confirmation.

Luckily for you, he didn’t debut through I-LAND. You didn’t really have the heart to celebrate over that though, because as you watched I-LAND, it looked rather traumatic. And while it may have been entertaining for those who had no personal connection to the participants, you’re stomach churned every time you saw Yixiang struggling on your screen. You didn’t like him, but he was still the kid who’d once chewed on a shuttlecock as a dare in elementary school, and still the kid who’d beaten himself up after not winning an event at a sports festival. Because you knew him, he was more humanised to you than the others, and you hated seeing the way he was suffering in there.

You saw him in the HYBE building after his elimination, and he seemed different. He saw you walk past him in the corridor, and he didn’t even say anything. You don’t think that has ever happened before. You almost turned back around and went up to him to make sure he was seeing okay. Never had he not spoken to you when he had the opportunity. You replayed the moment you passed each other a million times in your mind, and you realised he hadn’t just not spoken to you, he’d avoided your eyes. As if he were ashamed.

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[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ Buggy The Clown x F!Reader NSFW Headcanons

warnings: nsfw!! teasing, oral, spanking, biting, degrading, fingering .

a/n: this clown has been on my mind all day and damn he’s so hot.

Buggy is a very adventurous man when it comes to the bedroom. He is willing to try almost anything once. But he’s definitely into biting, spanking, teasing, bondage, role playing, blindfolds and many more things.

He can be a huge tease in the bed room. He absolutely loves teasing you, hearing you whimper and beg makes his ego go sky high. It’s a huge ego boost. “That’s right my little Princess, tell daddy what you want.” He’ll say softly as he’s brushing his fingers against your sensitive areas.

Lots of circus or clown related pick up lines. Like for example “You know the old saying, 'Once you've had a clown, you'll never turn around'." And “Wanna see what’s inside my tent?” And “Would you help me remove my greasepaint from some hard-to-reach places?" And “I’m about to give you the second-greatest show on earth!” And finally “You know what they say about guys with comicaly large shoes.”

He’s very vocal. He enjoys moaning, grunting and whimpering. And when you’re giving a well deserved blow job he’ll drag his hands along your hair and moan under his breath. “God…you’re doing a good job. Put that dirty mouth to good use.”

Buggy is into role playing. He’s favorite thing to role play is him the big bad criminal that has taken you captive.

Loves to blindfold you and tying you up. He enjoys watching you squirm and struggle . “Ha, you’re so helpless!”

Boy!! If you were to wear a sexy clown outfit you best believe that he’s gonna fuck like there’s no tomorrow. And good luck walking the next day.

Makeout sessions always so hot with him. He enjoys sitting on his chair as you sit on his lap. Lips against each other. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you grind against him. His red lipstick would definitely get smeared all over your lips.

As you’re sitting on his lap, he’ll run his hands all over your body, feeling every curve. And he loves to play around you. I can see him squeezing your boobs and saying “Honk Honk.”

I can also him unzipping his pants and saying “Pop goes the Weasel.” As his dick springs up.

Whenever he’s had a stressful day because of Luffy he’ll drag you to his private room and bend you over a table or something and rip your off bottoms and undo his. And he’ll grab a hand full of your hair and shove his length into you. He’s gonna let out all his frustration onto you. So buckle up Princess.

As he’s letting his frustration onto you he’ll spank you and pull your hair. “That stupid Luffy guy really pisses me off.”

He’ll also pin you against the wall and fuck you roughly, and you’re a moaning mess. Legs wrapped around his waist. And there’s gonna be lots of biting from his part.

And lots of degrading “That’s right Princess, I bet I’m the only one to make you feel this good.” “God you’re so fucking tight, you’re my little dirty little girl.” “I bet you like whenever I fuck you like this.”

Whenever he’s done with his bitch fit he’ll quickly apologize to you. Buggy will make sure he didn’t hurt you too badly. And he’s so good with aftercare. He’ll make sure to grab you a snack or a cup of water. And he’ll just hold you close and apologize about this behavior. “Sorry about that Princess…it’s just that stupid Luffy guy pisses me off.”

Lots of cuddles! You two would be cuddling each other on his bed. And he’ll just admire you. He’s definitely lucky to have you as his.

Buggy definitely loves goes down on you, he loves the way you arch your back. And the way you moan and he loves how his red lipstick gets all messy. “Oh my look at the mess we made.”

He can be between your legs for hours. He loves the way taste and for the love of god please tug his hair as he’s eating you out.

Oral sex is very fun with him. He could be eating you as he detaches his dick off and it’s making it’s way to your lips. So a very exotic 69. And! He’ll also detach his hands and they’ll make their way to your boobs and he’ll play with them.

Buggy has joked around about giving his audience a real show. “Come on baby! Let’s give these people a real show!”

Whenever you’ve been misbehaving he’ll finger you real slow, and he doesn’t care if you’re begging for more. This is all you’re getting. “Shh, don’t whine Princess. You were misbehaving, what makes you think you deserve more.”

He’ll tease your clit. “Ah, don’t cum until I give you permission.” And after awhile hearing your whimpers he’ll give in and give you the fucking of a life time.

You guys fuck all the time and honestly Buggy’s crew are sick and tried of hearing you guys. But they don’t dare say anything to him.

You’re always covered in his red lipstick and hickeys and you better show them off. Show the whole wolf that you belong to Buggy.

[the-ellia-west]

Please tell me about your OC's from JoR also where can I find it it sounds completely awesome

AAAAHHHH TYSM FOR THE ASKKKK!!!

Sooo, Regretfully... JoR isn't out anywhere because I prefer to spruce up my art skills before I begin making a webcomic

However, I occasionally post about shenanigans and sometimes written scenes or dialogue!

It is, VERY MUCH a Work in Progress.

But the Main characters!!!! My lovely Hearth-wolves below the cut! (Beware, you told me to tell, and so I YAPPED)

Ronan, Our Lovely main character, is a vibrating ball of anger who loves sharp objects, punching things, and shouting. He is... by nature and motif, Violent. And not ashamed of it. He is driven by anger and high energy and to him, it's almost basically all he has left. Ronan is very loud and stubborn and doesn't like accepting help, and generally a little dismissive on accident. However, this energy does extend to how he loves and feels for things and people, as he loves very deeply and fiercely. He wears his heart on his sleeve and refuses to apologize for it. He's just a LITTLE stupid as he prefers to follow his heart rather than his head and very rarely thinks before he acts.

Next up is Finn, The wonderful leader of the group. He's level-headed and resourceful, making quick decisions and doing whatever he thinks is best for the greater good and his team. He's generally very respectful and well-mannered and loves to travel. He's an advocate for hard work and more than anything in the world he wants to be responsible and trusted with something big and important. He's the oldest of the group, very experienced and always does his best. However sometimes he takes too much responsibility on himself and leaves his friends and family with nothing to do, running himself into the ground. He's also prone to get VERY defensive if he's insulted or attacked without reason. He also has a crush on Morena.

Third Morena. Morena is a softspoken and kindhearted Healer who wants to help as many people as she can. She's very kind and never holds a grudge. She always tries to do her best and puts in all the effort to make the world even just a little bit better for anyone else. She finds joy in taking care of others and sees worth in every life, no matter how small or how horrible, and wants to bring out the light in the world for everyone to see. However, she is also prone to anxiety and often chooses to cheer on others rather than take time aside for herself. She sees only most murder and worse scenarios as the only things that can't really be forgiven.

After Morena is Rose. Rose is a confident and persistent VERY powerful life mage. She's fascinated with magic and the way it travels between the realms and every living thing. She spends most of her time in the library researching or testing the limits of her own magic. She's incredibly loving and loyal to the last breath to those she loves. Hurt her family and you will be plant food before you can even explain why or beg for mercy. She never gives up and will get back up until she literally can't anymore. She's very compassionate and kind alongside this. Her loyalty may get her into trouble, but if you are the subject of said loyalty, you have pretty much the best hope of protection you can get in the kingdoms of the Trifold-coast Alliance.

Then Jakkon. Or Jak as I call him. (He's my favorite) Jak is a deadbeat by definition, he didn't want to be here and he plans to make that everyone else's problem. He's hostile and hates the world and himself, and takes this out by being generally hostile to everyone and everything. He does have the charisma and intelligence to pull off a lot of high-stakes bargains and lies when he needs to, and as a former politician he's learned to weasel his way out of almost any situation, however he chooses not to use these skills just because he prefers to make things difficult. He's generally pretty quiet and solitary unless it comes to his sister Rose, or people he hates. He very much dislikes being called anything other than an asshole because he doesn't know how to respond. He's one of only two members of the group who doesn't have magic.

6th is Mangrove. Mangrove is a fallen god, young and egotistical, believing himself to be better than everyone because they're all mortals and he's not. He's got the sass of hundreds stored in his little head, and hates being told what he can and can't do. He's very powerful and very emotional. Alongside these factors, Mangrove is Bipolar, and because of the way he's been raised, he doesn't understand how to handle his disorder and behaves erratically most of the time. However, once someone has earned his respect, he will try his best to school his emotions around them and pretend that he is the perfect rule-follower to earn their love.

Second to last is Wild. Wild is the youngest member of the group. He's barely a teenager and bc of the abuse he's suffered and other such traumatic conditions, he is selectively mute and has suppressed almost all emotion. He wants to feel emotion and though he is very quiet, he loves his team to the best of his capability and wants to help. He's incredibly observant and doesn't have much of a filter, saying what he sees unless he thinks it will cause some sort of harm. He just wants safety and attaches himself to the most emotional of the group in order to maybe mimic them and feel again. He's very innocent and small.

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Then Lastly there is Phenik.phenik is a cinnamon roll, a little snake. Boop noodle. He is innocent and very curious. He loves exploring and asks a ton of questions because he hasn't experienced a lot in his life and he's excited by a ton of things. Phenik sees the silver lining in every cloud and is the peace-keeper alongside Morena. He hates fighting and is the reason the group keeps going half the time. He's the sweetest sweetheart and just wants to help and learn more about the world.