#first ask

[indecisiveoverthinking]

Can we please have the player interacting with sheriff toadster

YIPEE MY VERY FIRST ASK!

And of course! Here's some doodles I did!

*Discusses about the other mascots*

[deathsgl4mor]

REQUEST: "Can you deliver sum Thomas headcanons? like, some SFW but then sum NSFW at the end, ty hun 😚— Also, can I be 💄 anon? If you do stuff like that ofc."

A/N: yes, of course! also, i love the emoji anons, so you'll be 💄 anon now. anyways, thanks for the first ask! i didn't think i'd get one with how little my account is and the such few posts, lmao.

CW: +18 under cut, Hoyt, murder//gore//violence, breeding kink, sexual themes, fluff

SUMMARY: Headcanons for Thomas Hewitt: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre; The Beginning, 2003

{short-ish}

GENERAL HEADCANONS

tommy loves whenever you give him baths, washing his hair and all that. i guess that's just him missing physical affection

is damn sure that you don't get between him and the victims or around the victims in general. he couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt in the slightest and he'd never forgive himself

he makes sure that you and his mother, miss mae as you call her, get along well. which you do. she's happy she found at least someone for her boy

often times he stays in the basement late but is quick to pay more attention to you than anyone else, immediately going to you if you want him by your side in any way. and I mean ANY way.

NSFW HEADCANONS

is a switch. he doesn't mind whenever you're below him, taking all the pleasure he delivers or if you're riding him as he can't help but be so noisy at the sight and feeling of you being so... generous, let's just say

always has a hand on your hip or breast, if you have them. no matter the position, he'll be grabbing at one of the two. male? he'll just hold onto you by the bicep/man titty ♡

loves the mating press position or cowgirl. still, doesn't matter the gender as the both of them are gender neutral... well... most sex positions are but those are just preferred.

if you're a woman, he's gonna be a little more aggressive with you but that's just cause he needs to finish up and get away from you quicker since if he takes his time, he'll get lost in it and will probably end up fucking you till you faint, or your hole is too filled to fit any more; that doesn't stop him good enough though.

every time he notices his seed leaking out of whatever hole of yours he had just stuffed, he'll finger it back in. even if you're infertile, it just does something to him.

if you're needy while he's in the middle of something, do whatever you need. just don't disrupt his work or do anything when there's company.

THANKS FOR THE ASK, 💄‼️‼️

[a-stick04]

what would reuniting with c.c. be like to mike

So much to be spoken, yet so little to be told..

Hey!! Thank you for the ask, I was just gonna make this into a quick sketched comic but I ended up spending so much more time on it 😭

To elaborate a little;

Mike can't dream, but in his free time he likes to lay down and think- about the past, the future, what he'll do, etc..

And during one of these moments of his, Evan (I'm choosing to just go with that name for CC,) would briefly pay him a visit in the form of a hallucination

If he ever did get a proper, longer chance to meet with him, he'd have so much on his mind but not be able to say it.

Wether it be because of the overwhelming guilt he feels, or because he simply doesn't know how to word it. He wouldn't be able to tell what he's feeling, either

[laborworkremix]

can u draw him kiling people with rocks

DAVE: soo... how's it taste?

KARKAT: ROCKY.

Evil scheming boy

[ink-incorporated-official]

sammy, why do you have sparkly eyes now?

[littlegoodpups]

So, let's get this party started, shall we? XD

Who is/are your favorite(s) pup(s) and why?

Omg, first ask!! My top favorite is Chase! (Other pups are there too, but I'll be talking about Chase here!) I've always been interested in characters who play as leaders - I guess it's because I look up to them in a way, that I also want to be a good leader, resourceful and responsible! Chase is my favorite for just that. He's resourceful, agile, responsible and determined. He gets the job done in time and is always looking forward to a mission. Especially if the issue involves Skye. He's so so cute. A tiny furball. Look at him !!

Along with that, he's also just really silly and cute sometimes.

[grapefaygodude69]

Gamzee, whats ur favorite faygo flavor?

TC: i WoUlDn'T kNoW wHiCh VaRiAnT oF tHiS wIcKeD eLiXiR i'D lIkE mOrE . . .

TC: bUt A tIgHt MoThErFuCkInG tIe In BeTwEeN tHe ReD pOp AnD rAsBeRrY

TC: tHiS MoThErFuCkInG sHiT iS gOoD nO mAtTeR wHaT fLaVoR :o)

day 57

gifs are hard to make

[ask-extended-daycares]

Ello, Sunny! How’s your day? Anyways, just a quickie for ya.

Would you rather be stuck in a room full of demonic toddlers, or a room full of rats?

Btw they all like to eat metal, so choose wisely :]

The sunshine animatronic spun around to greet the voice, clasping their hands together with their rays spinning gleefully. "Well hello friend! My day is going wonderfully, thank you for asking! How are you doing, friend?"

He paused, his rays going inwards. The smile remained on his face, but his body seemed to slink down from the previous prideful and welcoming posture it had only moments before.

"That's a very odd question, friend... I... That's a very odd question indeed." Sun leaned back, shaking their head. "I, well, I'd rather neither! I already have moon, after all... But if I had to choose, I'd probably pick the rats. Rats are smaller, and they're pests, so they can be disposed of. They're a lot less smart than a pack of feral toddlers."

[pedropascalsblog]

I just saw your post how you’re taking reqs omg I hope this catches ur attention!!

I always see dark! Raider Joel and I love it….

What about raider! Joel where he’s about to steal readers stuff from a small camp that her and her grimey bf have and the bf is mean af to reader and Joel becomes obsessed with her and he lures the bf out to kill him ao he can have reader to himself. And she sees him as his big saviour cause “someone or something” killed her bf.

Basically Joel playing saviour to her. Like reader can’t use a weapon. “You’re lucky I was here to save you” toxic ass trope 😭😭😭😭💗💗💗💗

Omg! I love this idea!!! I’ll post it tonight! 😮‍💨❤️

[sarcasstic-jpmvr]

HIIII I LOVE YOUR FICS I AM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FOUND U ON TUMBLR!!! i'm more-mouse-bites on AO3 <3

Hi! That makes me immensely happy! If you have a prompt for me to write, I’ll write it and I’ll goft it to you on ao3! I’m currently looking for some inspiration, and it would really help me!

Thank you soooo mich for liking my stories, it makes my whole day. Do you have some on ao3 as well?

I hope you have a great day, and stay safe on the internet!

-jpmvr

[ghostbsuter]

Do you happen to have an A03? I'm loving 'The House of Nightingale & Constantine'.

Heyy, thanks for asking!!

My ao3 is @/smallish_stuff !!!

I do plan on making a full-fledged fic of 'The House of Nightingale & Constantine'!! I'm still binging all the constantine content and some more DC stuff to write the most more accurate, ig?

Thanks for loving the local hate of dark houses, ur so /pos!

[catiuskaa]

Bestie, am taking revenge :D (not really)

Dropping here to make your fist request too! Let's do the same idea and see what happens :3

Bang Chan flirty rivals/crushes to lovers + dancing

Let's see how it works :]

Bring it on babes >:]

Level up: fencing for dummies. [Someone’s icy heart melted!]

CW: soulmate AU (past life kinda deal but it's a mess) mentions of anxiety (take care besties), swords (better wATCH OUT), swearing, there’s this dude who’s just a prick (so kinda annoying), angst if you blink too fast, I’d say its all but if y’all see smth I missed PLEASE MENTION IT<3

WC: 3.7K

side-note: so I came up with this ‘Lee Soomun’ guy and just in case, if he turns out to be someone who’s real, he’s totally unrelated to this content of fiction, as well as our dearest Channie and the fellow teletubbies StrayKids as a whole.

side note 2: flashback + dialogs included will be written like so :)

[☆☆⚔️☆☆]

Shit. That didn't feel good. What did this even mean?

You sighed, getting angry at yourself. Was it already? Would this be the time that, like your pent-up anxiety sometimes whispered, the day you would finally go down in history as the world’s biggest idiot?

Close, but not just yet. Let’s get back to when the disaster initiated.

You shook your head sideways, shoving unwanted thoughts about the person in front of you to someplace far away in your mind, wanting to fight without emotions taking the best of you. You put back on your fencing helmet.

Striking the straightest pose your back could handle, you faced your rival.

Christopher Bang. ‘Chan’ for his mates.

Fencing, top class. Majored in music, again, top class in most of the career’s subjects. At 23, he played more instruments than you could remember, and between his job (one that you hadn’t found out) and fencing, you’ve heard he still produces music on the side with some people.

Yeah. But you didn’t care much. Nope.

You disliked the man. Why? He was rich. Stick-stuck-up-in-his-ass level of rich. And he used it. Not like you could prove it, but you still believed that he, along with the other wealthy members of the old fencing club, were paying for victories to the referees in competitions.

No wonder they were all so nice to him.

You couldn’t complain about it, though. These people had basically sustained the entire club for years, and, surprise surprise, there was no way you could pay for the expenses the club required. The coach could think likewise, but when Chan was named, he would always pick his side and run away before you could even react.

To be honest, Chan wasn’t your favourite person.

You hated his cockiness, how he teased and invaded your personal space, wandering about and spitting whatever thought he could come up with. It was much easier to not pry on why he annoyed you, not wanting to know if he just bothered you because he could, meaning that making him stop would be thrice as tough.

Or worse, that he hated your guts. Unfair from your side, ok, but when you first met, you were stupidly hoping to acquire a solid friendship, someone you could count on to have your back, someone whose skills you admired. It felt like a scene straight out of a Hallmark movie. Banter and teasing lines were thrown, and you could’ve sworn he was flirting with you, but when you saw a pretty girl entering the locker rooms with him that day, your heart cracked a bit.

He made you remember that whatever could happen between you two, he could make it happen in a flash with anybody, anytime. He had all the money and skills anyone could wish for.

And he knew it.

“Scared I might pinch you, buttercup?” He said, his helmet resting on his head and striking more of a suggestive pose than a defensive stance.

“I’d suggest you watch out. I might just stick this sword up your refined ass, Mr Bang,” you snickered, not sounding as playful as he had, the nickname rolling off your tongue before you could rethink it.

Chuckling, he prepared his pose, sword ready for any attack or defence when he nodded to the referee, ready to start.

Seungmin signalled, and the combat started. Sounds of the material of the swords clicking reverberated in the old building, along with the others from the remaining fights other students were having.

You tried looking for weak spots, aiming here and there in hopes of finding something, when instead, he grinned, a Chesire-like smile on his features as the tip of his épée touched your ribs.

Fuck.

Before you could notice, you were already falling behind.

“13-12. Next round,” Seungmin stated, waiting for both of you to return to your positions.

You stood as calmly as you could in fourth position as he came to attack right after signalled, surprising enough for you to be too late.

Or so he thought, because for some reason, through the masks that protected your faces, he felt your stare burn right into him.

Moving turned to a less crucial problem because the criminal violence that was suddenly happening in his body made Chris extremely confused and awkwardly flustered. He could picture those so-called ‘butterflies’ people often talked about being destroyed by some flamethrowers.

That’s the intensity I’m talking about.

With him frozen, you stopped for a second, wondering if he could’ve stepped wrong or if something had happened. You wouldn’t play an unfair fight just for the sake of mere decency. You felt a deep sensation trailing up and down your body, which awakened you enough to counterattack.

“Match point,” the referee managed to add.

Seungmin was perplexed, to say less. He had been a referee on several duels between you two and separately and never had seen such a quick build-up of a mysterious tension that magically appeared out of the blue. It was no secret to you, one of his closest friends in the club, that he was 100% sure you’d end up befriending Chris, but this?

Damn, he was proud of his intuition. Something was happening, and he had first-row seats!

“Hey, you ok?” You murmured low enough for Seungmin to not notice, approaching Chan just for him to realize how close you were and blush right away.

“D-duh.” He mumbled. You frowned.

Seungmin gave Chan a look before starting the following round. You couldn’t miss how his attacks looked weaker, his defence opening in front of you like a walk-in closet, his overall control getting smaller and smaller.

“13-14.”

You were… actually? Scratch that. You couldn’t really word it, but an anxious feeling crept inside you.

You were winning. Against Mr Bang Chan.

Why wasn’t he saying anything? No teasing, no flirty comments? He couldn’t… no, he wouldn’t just let you win, right?

That would be an ugly ass move from his side.

But unbeknownst to you, his side dealt with plenty of other issues.

Sudden flashes of unlived memories with a certain someone popped into his head.

“Your hair is so soft…”

“Can I sit on your lap till you’re done…?”

“You’re so beautiful it's breathtaking.”

“What’s a place like this doing around a pretty boy like you?”

“Shh, you’re safe, my love. You’re strong, plus I’m with you, and I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

“I’m not a delicate flower, c’monnn…! Kiss me like you mean it.”

“Uh?” His eyes almost watered, equally astonished as scared, because what were those memories? How could they be there?

“Did something happen?” You whispered, baffled as to why he had lost all the cockiness in his manner and tone, sounding defenceless, like a small child.

“N-no? I think I just…”

Chris froze. What was he going to say? ‘Hey, I know you sorta hate my guts, but I suddenly feel like you’re the love of my life…?”

Because that sounded perfect. He almost snickered. What the fuck was going on?

“Guys,” Seungmin interrupted with a warning tone.

He hated to be that guy, but flirting in front of the building owner and the coach wouldn’t look too great on the club’s side.

You and Chan stepped out of the tense bubble that formed around you. Quickly, you took off your protective gear and smiled warmly at the two persons.

Chris’ chest tightened, his heart skipped a beat.

Since when did he find you… so…?

“Cute.” He whispered, before realizing his surroundings and quickly taking off his helmet too.

“Good morning,” Coach greeted kindly, to which you both smiled. “I’m guessing both of you have already met Mrs Delaney.”

“Of course, Mike.” She smiled, small wrinkles appearing in her eyes. “Glad to see you fencing.”

You felt a stone on your stomach when you quickly noticed how she stared at Chris, much different to when she looked at you. You hated that.

Chan smiled awkwardly. The last thing he needed right now was someone who looked at him like a sexy, filled-to-the-brim bank account. Fuck that.

“Is there any reason as to why you’re here?” Seungmin questioned, curious.

Mrs Delaney smiled. “ I was speaking to Mike about organizing a fencing competition as fundraising. It’s getting trickier to maintain this building, plus it could attract more members to the club. And you two are the star athletes, so what do you think?”

You blinked, surprised that she had acknowledged your presence and valued it as much as your opinion. It was evident she was there for the money, but let’s be realistic. You would do something similar in her situation.

“I’m up for it. That sounds fun.” You simply stated, not wanting to annoy the woman with anything else so she wouldn’t stare at your soul meanly again.

Chan gave you a look, then shrugged. “Why not. But I think that the more the merrier, so why not put up an add?”

Mrs Delaney’s eyes sparkled. “Such an inteligent young man. I’ll make one right away.”

Coach and her eventually left, but you felt a shiver run up and down you back when her last words before exiting were “See you next week, good luck!”

“Not to throw anyone under the bus, but I’m not the one explaining that to the rest of the club,” Seungmin flew away.

“Good luck then, Mr Bang!” You laughed teasingly as you left with your friend.

[☆ ☆⚔️☆☆]

“You’re bluffing.”

“I’m telling you, either he stubbed his toe with thin air or his muscles were cut with an invisible thread,” he slurped his noodles, concentrating on his explanation.

Kim Seungmin wouldn’t need to go to military service because he sure served in every scenario in his life.

“Guys like Chan don’t just freeze during a fight, girl. I’m surprised you’re not all ‘panties in a bunch’ about it.”

You deadpanned. “Ok, gross. One more of those, and I’ll puke my fried chicken.”

“But actually, why, though? Do you owe me money?” He grinned.

“You owe me. I’m winning that bet cause there’s no way in hell that Chan and I can get along. But, just look at him.”

Seungmin turned around shamelessly, staring at the dining table Chan’s friend group had picked. He was laughing at some joke you hadn’t caught, allowing you to notice his dimples. Cute.

Another intense shiver gave you chills.

"If that's supposed to be a hate stare, I'm going to start thinking my landlord is in love with me," Kim laughed cruelly.

"What? Shut up! Your landlord is such a bitch, don't even try." You threw bread crumbs at him, giggling. "Besides, me, in love with him?" You couldn't hold back looking at him again, in some way that felt different than before, and perhaps it would be the first time of many because you liked what you saw. The man's beautiful brown eyes focused on you, his brown hair naturally curly for a change, a bit shorter, enough so that exposed the white and sensitive skin of his neck, and although from the angle where you were standing, you couldn't see him fully, you felt amazed.

Shutting down. Rebooting.

"I mean, look at the way he slurps up his soup. What an asshole."

[☆ ☆⚔️☆☆]

The competition had arrived before you could notice. Several members had signed in, and the crowd felt bigger than on its opening day. You sighed, nervous. The semi-finals were today, so of course, several curious people would pop their heads to see what all the noise was for. For even more spice to your mood, your opponent wasn't 'Mr Bang' yet, but someone who was even more unbearable than him.

Lee Soomun.

He had no discernible personality, but if you had to say anything about him, the only thing that made him stand out from the rest of the rich gang is that the stick up his ass would probably be the thickest.

You tightened your fist around your épée, the fencing sword, and stared at it blankly.

"Hey, you are up next," A guy named Felix mentioned, his voice as deep as anyone could imagine. "Go there and make him shut his stupid ass mouth for once."

You high-fived him. "You bet."

Getting out of the locker room, a silhouette suddenly appeared in your way.

You sighed. "Do you mind?"

He smiled sheepishly, showing his stupidly cute dimples. "Mind? In my mind? You, all day, all night."

You weren't sure if that made sense or not. You frowned. "Well, I fucking mind." You almost walked past him when he grabbed your arm in a gentle yet decisive move.

"Don't get your eyes off his grip, Yun."

You were frozen. The fact that your surname had been mentioned by him, who you doubted even cared enough to remember... only his cold tone made you wake up again. You scoffed, shrugging him off in hopes to regain your lost focus.

"I know how to fence, dummy, but thanks for the pro tip."

He stared at your back as you walked away.

"Oh, fresh meat,” your opponent greeted.

Lee Soomun.

You may dislike Chan, but this guy was even worse.

"How many points should I let you have so you get your hopes up?" His snicker could've made you sick. "Seven? Nine? Oh, maybe you've never reached so many points in one fight..." He gave you a condescending look that was so infuriating. "Let's agree on six, then."

Fuck. Breathe in, breathe out.

The referee settled on his place, and you both stood en guarde.

The fight started. You weren’t holding back, you were trying your best right from the start.

But it just wasn’t working.

You were on your second minute-long break, and if the score didn’t change in three minutes…

“10-6”

Then you were going to lose. Game over.

The referee called you back to your spots. You felt pressure on your shoulders, the grip in your épée felt weak, and the mask felt heavy.

“Yun!”

Your body stiffened. You looked towards the source of the sound, confused to see Chris, who was entering his last round for the day.

What? Chan couldn’t just forget that screaming in a fencing fight was considered really rude.

But his raspy voice that said your surname so differently from others had made you aware and catious of your surroundings, his words repeating in your head.

What could he have noticed that was important enough for him to say it?

You shook your head sideways, in hopes of getting out of your anxious state and slowing down your heart rate. The referee called you up again, and you faced your opponent again.

“I told you. No more than six. So be good, yeah?” His tone made you feel repulsively small. You hated it.

You stood en guarde when suddenly you felt a stare piercing into you. It made your entire body shiver, and the rush was so intense you couldn’t even think about the fight anymore.

You felt heat hit you in your face, and the sudden intense emotions made you too dizzy to react before Soomun’s sword was right in front of you.

And just when you thought you had almost seen it touch your chest-

Wait, what?

It… didn’t.

You moved suddenly, facing the scoreboard.

Why did it score?

“But I wasn’t touched,” you whispered.

He laughed, a rather menacing sound coming from him.

And in that moment, something clicked. That’s what Chris was trying to tell you before.

He had a rigged épée.

You see, with electric épée fencing, which was the chosen one for the competition, scoring is done in the following manner: the tip of the épée has a push button on it with wiring that, when combined with the wiring on the body cord and box of the opponent, would form a circuit, which would then signal that a hit has occurred. But what Soomun had probably done was to rig his épée so that he could close the circuit himself. But how…?

"Don't get your eyes off his grip, Yun."

Of course.

He probably had some pressure-related device hidden in the grip of his épée whenever he would appear as though he got close enough to an opponent to register a hit then it would count as a hit.

He was cheating.

“12-6.”

And he was fucking winning.

Anger stroke you through your veins. You couldn’t deal with is. You weren’t going to lose against some cheater, you didn’t care who was going under the bus because of him because it wouldn’t be you.

That was your motto during the fight, but then, weird memories started appearing in your head.

“Mmm... your hands are warm."

"You're such a tease..."

"I'm not flirting... or am I?"

"I really can't get you out of my head."

"Kiss me."

"If you stick your tongue at me again, you might as well be prepared to use it."

"Who did this to you?"

The confusion hit you hard, an impulse making you shiver in a sudden motion.

"12-7."

You had scrunched your eyes in hopes of understanding what was going on in your head. You opened them in a sudden motion.

You had fucking scored? Holy shit. Holy shit!

You smiled, feeling the anxiety's pressure lighten on your shoulders, a piercing stare that could have burned holes in your mask, not even having any sort of effect over it.

"You had one instruction."

You couldn't see his expression because of the mask on his face, but solely his voice made you tremble.

No. It wasn't anxiety now.

That thing you were feeling as soon as the next round started was pure fear.

And it was seconded when not only was he one point away from winning but, when in a dirty move, he made you stumble in your stance, faking another touch.

"15-7."

You felt a sharp pain in your chest, the bitter taste of knowing you had lost because the contrary cheated felt worse than ever. The match had ended.

Game over.

You both had to step out of the competition place together. He took his mask off and smiled gently.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in a mocking tone.

Asshole. He had gotten closer on purpose, which made you stumble in the first place.

"Not as much as how it must hurt your mother to feel your disgusting presence." You murmured, a sentence filled with poison.

He frowned, angry again. "I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking murder your face, fuck you."

But suddenly, he took a quick glance behind you to just tsk and smile a cruel, dirty-rotten smile. "Have fun!"

Fuck him. Fuck him.

You walked back to the most hidden corner of the locker room. Everyone was outside, probably celebrating with whoever they believed would be the champion of tomorrow's finals.

Then, the door opened quietly. A silhouette with broad shoulders approached your sulky corner in small steps and silently sat close to you. You hugged your knees close to your chest, tearing up silently, feeling somewhat mocked.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked in the softest, most soothing tone you've heard in a while.

You turned to face him with red, watery eyes that made Chris' heart tighten in his chest.

Instead of doing what his heart was screaming, he had to ask again.

"Do you want me out?"

When there was no response, he sighed and stood, ready to let you cope however you wanted, respecting your decision.

But he hadn't walked even two steps to the door when he felt a hand on his forearm, your sobbing not silent anymore.

"You won't laugh, right?" You whispered in between your cries.

His presence had felt like a sun ray shining through a snowstorm. Just by standing close to you, his sweet tone of voice almost lulling you to sleep, he made everything suck less.

Fuck, since when were you both so screwed?

He held you close, in the warmest embrace you had felt in a long time, so much that it allowed you to break into pieces in his arms, knowing that just by his side, you would be able to reassemble.

"It's ok, you're safe now. I'm so proud of you." Chris didn't know what to say, his hand mechanically running calming strokes through your hair.

After you had calmed down, still in the same position, you mustered your courage to ask what had been on your mind for a while.

"Why did you tell me about his rigged sword? And why be here, with me crying in some old locker room?"

Chan sighed. "I know... we have never been close, but I still worry about you. Maybe I have that because I always have taken care of my sister, but I care about everyone that I love." He shrugged, and you blinked.

God, a fucking sister. Of course. You felt so stupid.

He continued. " I thought you would've done the same if it was me, and I would have wanted to know. No one deserves to be left alone, princess." He explained, the nickname rolling off his tongue before he could rethink it.

You snuggled closer to him in a silent motion. He smiled sheepishly as he kissed the top of your forehead.

He gently swiped away your tears.

"I suck."

"You certainly do not, princess. It's not bad to cry. It proves how strong you have been." He said, tracing soft shapes on the back of your hand until he raised it and kissed your palm. You left it there, cupping his cheek, poking his dimple when he smiled. You smiled too.

"Princess, I think...?"

You interrupted him and gave him a small peck on his lips. You laughed as he stared at you wide-eyed. You grabbed his hand and stood, but he just kept looking at you from below.

"Get up, silly."

He smiled, grateful that you had cheered up.

"Is this kidnapping?" He joked.

"No. Let me grab my stuff and get changed."

"I'm scared."

You giggled. "You should be. I'm taking us both on a date."

"Where?"

"At this time, I would just go to my roommate's dance studio... care to join?"

He smiled, kinda excited. "If you insist..."

~Kats, who is currently procrastinating five different projects, all due this week.

@iszaranothere because your absolute genius prompt list came right through a block like idek but tysm it made me laugh a lot T-T<3

P.D I KNOW THERE IS NO DANCING BUT YK LETS COUNT THE SWORD FIGHT AS A CHOREO + HC THAT THEY DANCED IN THE DATE LIKE IK IK BUT IT WAS TOO LONG ALREADY I STILL HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO

[agerelemonbloom]

hii!! about the requests, may I request a moodboard themed around gardens and nature? for a little girl, no bugs or slimey animals pls <3

Here you go! This is my first ever mood board, so sorry if it isn't good! Hope you enjoy it tho!

[leastdepressedomorifan]

do you ever think about how big saiki k polycule got together in the first place ?? like, would it be complicated and take a long time to establish or did it happen naturally and everyone was quietly just like hey we're like.. dating now, huh? or a mix of both

it came together at first as a "kusou appreciation" club that the members of the polycule joined before they were a polycule and that got them hanging out way more and it sorta evolved naturally to a "huh guess we're dating" and they sorta just roped kusou into it (bribed him with a dozen of his fave coffee jelly) and as for time i think it would take 3 and a half months for them to go "yeah we're dating"

[unfortunatetheorist]

Hello! Love your blog :) Hoping you can help me with a quick q. On page 269 of The Slippery Slope, Violet, Klaus and Quigley discover the VFD motto ‘the world is quiet here’ but the narrator (Lemony) describes ‘four tiny words etched over their heads’, not five. Do you think this is a mistake, or is he leaving one out (e.g: ‘the’), or is he deliberately misquoting? The motto is derived from the first line of the Algernon Charles Swinburne poem The Garden of Proserpine: ‘Here, where the world is quiet;’ — so should the real interpretation of the motto be ‘the world is quiet’? Interested to hear your thoughts, thanks!

Hi, @sianitha, thanks for the ask (my Very First Discussion)!

It's definitely an interesting question, for which there can be a few theories:

Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.

Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.

Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.

It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.

Let's see. We know none of it is burned, as Quigley read all five words out.

Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.

Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.

Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.

It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.

Lemony is known for being a bit of a liar, but I think he tells mostly half-truths - when necessary - simply because he can't trust anyone, after having gone on the lam. But in this context, it's unnecessary; he's writing these books to clear his name and the Baudelaires' names, what good would it do him to lie?

Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.

Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.

Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.

It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.

Also, as a volunteer, he'd know his poetry pretty well; well enough to distinguish it from the organisation's motto, even if it is similar.

Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.

Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.

Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.

It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.

And this makes sense when you look at other typos, such as...

...well, as far as I remember, there was one in TPP about Klaus and "her sisters", or something to that effect.

As for the interpretation of the motto, I think it means

"THE WORLD IS QUIET HERE"

i.e. Wherever there is a branch of the V.F.D., the world THERE is quiet. Elsewhere, it's noisy and uncouth.

Hope that helps,

¬ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist

***EDIT: There's also a fifth option which I hadn't thought of when writing this - the motto reads "THE WORLD'S QUIET HERE". But this also doesn't follow, as Quigley read out 5 words, not 4.***

[ilovechuuy4]

Hi! Just found your blog and your works are really cute. I was wondering if you'd be willing to do headcannons or a scenario where Ranpo and male reader go trick or treating? Maybe causing some mischief too lol. Feel free to ignore! :)

A/N: sorry if this took so much longer than it intended I was also working in part two of Horror Movies w Bsd boys! But I really hope you enjoy!! (I've also decided to add scenario at the bottom for you! :3) also I wasn't sure if you wanted to be boyfriends in this or not but I did put cute boyfriend things! I'm very sorry if you don't like it or if Ranpo are ooc!

Tw; none I think other than hectic chaos but not really (also m! Reader)

Ranpo Headcanons 🍭

•Ranpo is the one to dress up well and match Halloween costumes with you

• Ranpo would want to dress as witches together or cat and mouse (just cute matching outfits for trick or treating)

• Even if Ranpo is 22, he would still go trick or treating because of the candy and to spend time with you

• Expect multiple I mean MULTIPLE cheek kisses and long hugs when taking breaks from walking house to house.

• If you didnt want to go trick or treating ranpo would for sure pitch a fit but soon enough if your didnt agree to go he would let in and your stay home and watch movies and just get candy from a gas station

• Def cuddles you after the very long night of trick or treating and rubs your legs

• He would want you to praise him on how good his outfit was and how well he was doing getting the candy etc.

• After trick or treating TUNS I mean LOADS of cuddles he wouldn't care if you were tired he wants to cuddle you none the less

Scenario❦ 🍭

A Ranpo E. X M! Reader

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The Hectic Halloween night ᰔᩚ

It was around 7pm on the 31st of October, it was sorta last minutes but you and Ranpo decided to go trick or treating together. "Oh cmon! Hurry hurry! What if the houses run out of the candy??" Ranpo urged, he was like an impatient child. Y'all were going as two witches it was simple and fun for a last minute option. "One minute Ranpo I'm trying to find the bags because knownjng you, you want to run around the entire neighborhoods" the other male spoke, grabbing multiple bags for the fest if trick or treating that was about to happen.

One the two males had gotten ready, they were off into the night dressed as silly little witches. Skipping through the neighborhoods knocking on the doors trick or treating. It had already been an hour or so of trick or treating and causing chaos like ding ding ditching, it was 8:30pm now. The two of y'all were sitting on the curb of a side walk catching yall's breathe. "Soo, how many bags of candy do we have!~" The brunette asked, he was so excited that his boyfriend(or boy best friend!) wanted to go trick or treating with him!!

Because well usually Fukuzawa would go with hin like a father of course, but now since he had the most perfect boy, he enjoyed it even more. "We have a couple of bags, maybe two or three" you responded to Ranpo, your response made Ranpo light up he was SUPER excited.

Ranpo stands from the curb and helps you along with him. "Well, let's go home the, sugar!" Ranpo said happily with a gliming smile on his face. Y'all had about two and a half bags of candy as y'all walk home, it was around 9pm now. Y'all arrive home, kicking off your shoes and taking off the witch hats y'all wore the night. An exhausted sigh escaping your mouth as you rest your head down on Ranpo's chest. Ranpo gently embraced you, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close. "I think this was a success, what do you think, sugar?" He spoke to you with a bright smile, he loved you so much it was crazy. "Yeah, it was extremely successful, dear. You did really good." You spoke with a smile. The praise you gave Ranpo made him squeeze you in the embarce a bit tighter

"Maybe we should go cuddle in bed? and sort through the candy later tomorrow" you asked the brunette with a gentle smile, your question made Ranpo give a delightful nod. "Yes! Let's go! I'd love to cuddle in bed with my handsome boyfriend!" Ranpo was practically jumping up and down as he ran to the bedroom, your hand in his. Y'all then slipped under the warm covers, Ranpo was holding you close to his chest. "Oh Sugar, I love you, you know that right?" Ranpo spoke softly, he knew you was tired so he figured to keep hai voice down.

"Of course I know you love me, and I love you too dear, more than anything" you said with a soft smile, cuddling close to Ranpo and then slowly falling asleep. Nice and snug close to your boyfriend. Ranpo was running his fingers through your smooth (h/c) hair, kissing you're for head softly.

Ranpo was humming soft songs to lull you to sleep, which surprisingly worked, you were fast asleep against Ranpo. His arms wrapped around you as you were lulled to sleep. "Good night my world.."

༺ღ༒ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ༒ღ༻

𝑨/𝑵: this actually took so much less time than I thought but I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I tried my best to keep ranpo in character! But thank you a lot for the request!