#fluffle... something

[flufflecat]

bill cipher deconstructed, a cosplay

[fluffle-writes]

In my Lilia era rn

[betta-phish]

i have so many emotions after that wtf sjfndnsmfjfkdmdmf

[justauthoring]

Room for Two?

Summary: It's your night to keep watch up in the crows nest, and you're missing a certain swordsman. Luckily, Zoro misses you too.

Pairing: OPLA!Zoro Roronoa x F!Reader

Word Count: 870

A/N: Another fluff piece for my 'This is the Beginning' series! I had a dream about this scenario so I knew I had to write it, lol. Hope you enjoy!

You don't have to read the series, but if you'd like to, you can find it here!

It's a strangely quiet night on the Going Merry.

It seemed the rest of your crew was tired from the adventures of the day and had gone to bed earlier than normal. Though it was well past sun down when everyone had fallen asleep, it was still earlier than normal.

You, however, were still wide awake. It was your night to keep watch, so sat up in the crows nest, you were bundled up in a warm blanket to fight the night chill and staring up at the stars dancing across the nights sky. You'd ask Sanji to prepare you some coffee and food for the night, knowing it'd be the only thing that would keep you awake and the cook hadn't hesitated to oblidge.

There was something serene about being up at the crows nest, in the middle of the night, when everyone else was asleep. You were forever grateful for the day Luffy, Zoro and Nami had rescued you from Buggy's crew but the crew, now with two more people, were definitely a rowdy bunch.

There wasn't often a moment of quiet or calm on the Going Merry. You wouldn't trade that for anything. You relished in the constant that was the Strawhat Crew and it held the loneliness you've felt your entire life at bay.

But, nights like these, when you knew that come morning everything would return to normal, the peace was nice. Nice in the way that you got to experience it rather then be asleep. Watch nights were long, often spent trying to fight sleep and boredom, but there was something serene about them all the same.

Though, you guessed, if there was one complaint, it would be you wished there was a certain green-haired swordsman to keep you company.

You kept that wish to yourself, knowing it would be incredibly selfish of you to tear his sleep away from him because you wanted more alone time with him. He hadn't ever asked that of you on his nights--truthfully, you didn't know if he even returned the same wish.

And honestly, most nights, you got by on your own fine.

It was harder some nights, though.

Inhaling sharply, you pull your blanket tighter around yourself, trying to get as comfortable as you could in the cramped space that was the crows nest. You're in the midst of fluffling the pillow you were using as a seat when you hear a noise.

It gives you pause, body stilling, as you stop to listen for more.

Sure enough, a second later, another thud follows. And then another. It continues, until the noise gets close enough you can discern it as footsteps.

Frowning, you sit up, poking your head over the edge of the crows nest and glance down, only to see Zoro staring up at you. Relief that it was an attack of any sorts, your face twists in confusion at the sight of him.

"Zoro?" You call in a hushed yell, trying to be careful not to wake up at the others. "What're you doing up?"

Zoro, in typical Zoro fashion, chooses not to answer you. Instead, he calls up; "make room. I'm heading up." And doesn't leave any room for argument as he begins to climb up the ladder.

Baffled, you shuffle away from the entrance, moving to make what little room there is for him. It takes Zoro no more than a minute to make it to the top of the crows nest, his head popping up first before he slides into the spot next to you.

Letting the door fall shut, Zoro settles back against the crows nest.

You continue to stare at him.

"What?" He asks.

You huff, "what're you doing here? More importantly, why are you awake?"

Zoro shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I couldn't sleep."

"I highly doubt that," you snort. Zoro? Not able to sleep? The day that happened, you'd think you were dreaming.

Letting out a small chuckle, Zoro shakes his head. "Didn't like you being up here alone." He admits, voice low as he meets your gaze. "So I came to keep you company."

Heart fluttering at his words, your face softens. "This isn't my first time keeping watch, Zoro."

"I know," he nods. "Still, we stopped for the night earlier than we normally do. And you looked disappointed when everyone went off."

A smile curls onto your lips at his concern. Even if he won't outright say it, the meaning behind Zoro's words is obvious enough. You hadn't even known he'd seen you make that face.

So, heart warm at his care for you, you choose to not argue anymore. Zoro didn't do anything he didn't want to do, and you'd just been thinking about how much you missed your swordsman.

You were going to take advantage of the fact he was here.

Shifting, you move so you're next to him, slipping your hands into his as he watches you with curiosity. He lets you move his arm, settling it around your shoulders and, having caught on to what you wanted, he tucks you into his side. You drape the blanket around the both of you, letting your head fall against his chest.

"You can still sleep, Zoro," you mumble, staring up at the sky. "I'm happy just having you here."

"Nah," he breathes, squeezing your shoulder. "I wanna spend this time with you awake."

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Never Let Me Go.

finnick odair x apprentice stylist fem!reader (65th Hunger Games) content warnings: angst, fluff summary: when you let him go and when you got him back wc: 1.6k

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The moment was still burned into your memory.

The moment you had to let Finnick go.

****

The room was cold. The lights were dim and univiting. The atmosphere felt suffocating.

You weren't supposed to be here.

But after convincing you mentor, she allowed you to come with her.

You needed to see Finnick before he left.

Because you may not be able to see him again.

You saw him sitting on a prep table, your mentor fluffling up his hair, his face tense. His eyes were focused on the floor, his fingers nervously tapping against his knee.

He wasn’t ready for this.

And you weren’t ready for it either.

Your heart felt heavy in your chest as you stepped forward, your footsteps barely audible against the cold floor. When he noticed you, his expression softened just a little, just for a moment.

He gave you a small, almost hesitant smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey,” you said quietly, standing just a few feet away from him. You wanted to walk up to him, to hold him, but the space between you felt miles wide.

“Hey,” he whispered back, his voice quiet, almost raw.

The silence between you was suffocating, filled with so many unspoken words. You both knew what was happening, but neither of you knew how to say goodbye. You both knew this could be the last time you saw each other.

You took a slow step forward, your heart racing. “I don’t want you to go,” you admitted, your voice breaking just a little.

He stared at you for a moment, eyes searching yours, his jaw clenched as if holding something back. “I don’t want to go either.”

You were so close now, standing right in front of him, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his body. The Capitol’s glitzy world, the noise, the chaos, it all seemed miles away in that moment. All you could focus on was him, his nervous energy, his blue-green eyes that had somehow captured you in ways you couldn’t explain.

You took a shaky breath. “Just…promise me something?”

He nodded, his lips slightly parted, the weight of the moment sinking in. “Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll try to make it out. Promise me you won’t give up,” you whispered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

His gaze softened, but there was a quiet sadness there too. He didn’t want to promise. He didn’t want to lie to you. But still, he nodded.

“I promise,” he said, voice so quiet, you almost didn’t hear it.

It wasn’t enough. But it was all either of you could offer.

Then, before you could stop yourself, you moved toward him.

You stepped up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. He froze for just a moment, before slowly, almost cautiously, his arms came around you, pulling you close.

It was warm and comforting in a way that neither of you had expected. Neither of you had ever been this close, had never let yourselves be this close.

His fingers gently pressed against your back, as though he was trying to keep you close for as long as he could.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there, in that embrace. But eventually, you knew it was time. Time for him to step onto the platform.

You pulled away just a little, lifting your hand to gently cup his cheek. He turned his face toward you, eyes slightly glassy, but still that familiar, soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

And then, you did something neither of you had expected.

Without thinking, you went on your tiptoes and leaned up, brushing your lips against his cheek in a kiss, soft, fleeting, but full of everything feeling that neither of you could name.

He blinked, his breath catching in his throat, and his face flushed a deep red. You felt the warm pressure of his cheek beneath your lips, and it felt like it lasted a lifetime, even though it was only a second.

For a moment, everything around you went silent.

But then, as you pulled back, he surprised you by gently cupping your face, leaning in, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek in return, just as quick, but still carrying the weight of everything unsaid. The touch of his lips sent a rush of warmth through you.

You both pulled back, your faces warm, and he gave you a smile that was both soft and sad, something in his eyes that neither of you could name.

“I...I’ll be back,” he whispered, and you weren’t sure if he was convincing you or himself.

You forced a smile, blinking back the tears that had threatened to spill over. “I’ll be waiting.”

Finnick swallowed and stood, his legs a little shaky, his eyes lingering on you for just a second longer before he stepped forward. He gave you one last, lingering glance before turning toward the platform.

Your heart was in your throat as you watched him walk away, trying not to break. He paused briefly, turned his head, and for a moment, you thought you saw him smile at you, one last small, fragile thing.

And then he was gone.

****

Now you were at a viewing party, and it was finally down to 4 tributes.

Finnick being one of them.

You held your breath as the cameras focused on Finnick. He had a makeshift net and his trident in the other. His face was covered in dirt and dried blood, but his eyes were still sharp.

You gripped your arms as the announcers in the viewing hall gasped, their voices full of giddy excitement as they narrated his every move. But their words blurred into nothing, it was practically static in your ears.

All you could focus on was him.

Your heart pounded painfully as he struck, moving like the ocean itself, fluid, relentless. His net snapped around one tribute, dragging them into the water. His trident found the other with terrifying precision. It was over in seconds.

And then there were two.

The last tribute was already weak, barely able to stand. The fight ended almost before it could begin. Finnick’s trident struck true, and suddenly...

The cannon fired.

Silence.

The screen zoomed in on Finnick’s face, his chest heaving, his body trembling with exhaustion. His trident slipped from his grip, splashing into the water.

And then the voice rang out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the victor of the 65th Hunger Games… Finnick Odair!"

The room around you erupted.

Cheering, laughter, applause, the Capitol elite around you clinked glasses and exchanged delighted whispers about how handsome the new Victor was, how magnificent his final performance had been.

But you barely heard any of it.

You felt weightless, dizzy. Your vision blurred as you stared at the screen, at Finnick, at the way he dropped to his knees in the sand, his face crumpling as the hovercraft descended.

He was alive.

He was alive.

You didn’t realize you were crying until your mentor gently touched your shoulder. “Come,” she murmured, her voice softer than usual. “We need to get to the training center.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The elevator ride to the Victor’s suite felt like it lasted forever. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

The doors slid open, and you stepped into the quiet hallway, the buzz of the Capitol still roaring faintly from the party floors below.

And then, you saw him.

Finnick stood in the middle of the room, his back to you. His hair was damp, and the fresh clothes they had given him hung slightly loose on his frame. He looked smaller than he had before the Games.

Like he’d been hollowed out.

You took a shaky step forward. “Finnick?”

He stiffened. Slowly, he turned toward you, his sea-green eyes wide, like he wasn’t sure you were real.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then...

You ran to him.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, clutching onto him like you were afraid he’d disappear. You felt him freeze for half a second before his arms came around you, just as desperate, just as tight.

His body was trembling. He buried his face in your shoulder, his breath shaky and uneven.

“You made it,” you choked out, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. “I-I knew you would.”

His grip tightened. “I didn’t think I would,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “I thought-” He exhaled sharply, his whole body shuddering. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Your throat ached. “You promised,” you whispered.

His arms only tightened around you in response.

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the rest of the world fade away.

Eventually, Finnick pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize every inch of it. His hands cupped your cheeks, his fingers trembling slightly.

“You’re real,” he murmured.

You nodded. “And so are you.”

"Never let me go again..."

Something unreadable flickered in his expression. Then, slowly, hesitantly, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. It was warm, lingering, full of emotions too big for words.

Your face burned, but you didn’t pull away.

Instead, you turned your head, just slightly, just enough to brush a kiss against his cheek in return.

His breath hitched.

Neither of you said anything. You didn’t have to.

He was back. He was safe.

And that was enough.

A/N: oh my doomed cuties ☹️

[kennedyalike]

hi pookie!!! i love ur writing <3 i would literally die if you wrote dom! leon x fem!reader smut with degrading and bondage and breeding 🤭

Where do you think you’re going?

dom!toxic!boyfriend!leon x fem!reader

tags: possesive behaviour, smut, sex, p in v sex, fingering, bsdm bondage, ropes, breeding kink, toxic bf leon, mentions of breaking up, oral sex (both f and m receiving) degrading, toxic behaviour

word count: 1.7k

hi anon! i would LOVE to.. leon w breeding kink is the best<3 enjoy

You’ve finally mustered up enough confidence to leave him. Yes. You were going to do it finally. Leave your boyfriend of 2 years. There were many reasons to be honest but the main reason is that you feel trapped. He’s just so overprotective, controlling, possessive and….toxic.

Always trying to control your life and then he only defends it with ”But I know what’s best for you baby.” He’s manipulative and tries convincing you he just loves you so much. In all honesty, you love him way too much and deep inside you, you know you belong to him and you want to stay forever. But this is a desperate facade of an attempt to save yourself.

”Leon…Can we talk?” You shyly request while he undresses his jacket. He just came home from work. ”About?” He mumbles quietly while walking towards you. You look away for a second to brace yourself for what’s to come. ”Uhh…Well I wanted to talk a little about what I’ve been feeling like for a while.” You explain.

He stops right before you and his hands curl around your waist, pulling you a little closer to his muscular torso. Even though you’re breaking up with him, you can’t lie, he’s hot as fuck. Compression shirt on and the muscles looking so delicious under it. Veins on his arms and a muscly chest right in front of you. He stands taller and his soft ash blonde locks fluffle as he looks down at you. ”Talk.”

You hesitate for a second again before speaking up. ”I’ve kinda felt t-trapped and like…I don’t think this is working for me anymore.” You explain slowly while looking away. You wait a second for him to say something but he only looks at you straight in the eyes without his expression even quivering. ”Continue.” He demands and you start rambling again.

”W-well what I mean is..we need to break up. I-I can’t handle you controlling my life like this.” You finally finish. A slight smirk grows on his face as he leans towards you and whispers into your ear. ”We are not breaking up, sweetheart.” He says while his other hand leaves your waist to grab at your neck. The other still gripping your waist so tightly it almost hurts. ”Leon.. I’m serious…” You say while he slightly starts squeezing your neck, you paw at his hand and squeeze your thighs together.

”What? You thought I’d just take that from you? Sweet baby, you’re such a dumb slut. I know you want me so stop fighting it and be a good girl.” He’s not asking. A small whimper escapes your mouth and your lips part slightly. ”Leon…’need you.” You hear him chuckle under his breath before he withdraws his hand from your neck and grabs at your hips, turning your body around and pinning you face down to the wall.

”You really thought that would work, you’re such a little cutie, saying that while in this nightgown, you planned this didn’t you?” He groans into your ear as his hand squeezes at your ass and tits roughly, making you moan his name. ”Here’s what's gonna happen, baby. You’re gonna get on your knees and suck me off, if you do good enough I won’t tie you up.” He pushed your head down as you nodded and dropped to your knees.

The light coming from the kitchen made him look so sexy that you even wanted him to tie you up. You look up at him with puppy dog eyes as you unbuckle his belt and start pulling his pants down. He looks at you without a word. You wrap your hand around his hard cock and gently pump it up and down. His tip is pink and leaking and you feel your mouth watering as you bring your face closer to it. Your tongue lolls out and you start giving him little kitten licks. ”You’re begging for it, huh?” He growls and you start messily kissing all over his tip, slowly pumping his shaft while looking up at him.

Your mouth wraps around his tip fully and you suck a little, teasing him even further as he starts pushing your head down more. ”Faster..” He sighs as he grabs at your hair. You start going deeper, taking more of him in when his thrusts start getting sloppy. You almost gag when you push him deeper and deeper. ”Good girl…gonna cum.” He swears under his breath and suddenly you pull away from him, ripping his orgasm from him.

He hisses and looks at you, down on your knees with a smirk on your face. He roughly grabs at your hair and yanks you forward, his cock hitting your face messily. ”You wanna be a brat?” You just moan as he lifts you up, pushing you towards the bedroom. ”Leon…Don’t have to get so mad…” You giggle.

He pins you to the bed and starts rummaging through the closet, getting ropes. You know what’s coming and you can’t help but to press your thighs together when you feel that erotic feeling between your legs. ”You gon’ tie me up, Leon?”

”Yes. You’re gonna be begging for me to stop.” He says as he lifts your arms up and ties your wrists together tightly, then ties them up to the bed frame. He looks at your body while moving down to tie your ankles the same way. You squirm a little and pout at him. ”Too tight, Lee…” You tease him.

”You can take it.” He cooed as he hovered above you, taking in your appearance. Silky nightgown with no panties under and hardened nipples peeking through the fabric. ”So gorgeous, all for me to use.”

You whine and nod as his cold fingers sneak under the hem of your dress, landing on your clit. You buck your hips up for a little sensation and he holds them down. Starting to rub circles on your clit with his cold thumb. ”Ah- Leon..” You moan as he pushes two fingers inside your wet hole. He pumps them up and down with a steady pace, pleasuring you as his thumb still rubs your clit. He studied your expression and nibbled small kisses to your neck.

”Leon! Fuck.” You whimpered as you tugged the ropes and squirmed around, the pleasure fogging your mind and your body feels so at mercy under him, tied up like this. Fuck, every little touch he gives you makes you squirm and moan.

He pulls back to leave you wanting for more, slowly he unzips your dress and reveals your naked body to him.

You squirm a little when he’s dressed and you’re naked and tied. ”Leon-hhh… please.” You whine again when you tug at the ropes. ”No baby. You have to be a good girl, got it?” He asks while lifting his shirt off of his body and hovering over you again. ”You can do that for me, can’t you, bunny? Don’t be a brat.” He says as he pecks you on your lips before they latch on to your neck again. Slowly your eyes close as his kisses reach all the most sensitive spots, wet sloppy kisses behind your ear, on your neck, collarbones, tits, the soft skin of your stomach too as you writhed under him. ”Please..touch me.” You begged. His lips kissed your hips and inner thighs, slowly moving more and more towards your pussy. ”Leon…”

”I’m gonna make you feel so good, you never have those stupid thoughts again.” He mumbles as his mouth latches on your pussy, tongue lapping at your delicious slick as he squeezed your thighs and ass. He sucked on your clit and chuckled when he heard your desperate moans. ”Ah! Oh my god! Feels so good…Leon!”

He pulls back from your heat and lifts himself up, kissing you roughly. You almost taste yourself in his kiss but that didn’t matter. His hands start untying you and you think he’s finally had enough of this punishment and is going to gently fuck you. No. He retracts from the kiss and unties your hands. ”Leon…Want your cock.” You yelp as he suddenly turns your body around, grabs your wrists and ties you down again. Now you’re on your stomach. He grabs a pillow and pushes it under your stomach and hips so that your ass is lifting up.

”Leon…hhh” You wince when his palm hits your ass, he spanked you. Your body jolts forward and your breath hitches. ”Just a hole for me, good for nothing else, you slut.” He grabs at your neck from the back and slightly chokes you while his other hand gropes your ass.

”Yes…just….your little fuck toy.” You whimper as your tongue lolls out. You feel his hard cock prod at your entrance from the back when his hands move to grip at your waist. You arch your back for him as you feel him pushing in.

”Such a tight little pussy…fucking whore. My whore.” He groans and he fully bottoms out. He starts fucking into you at full speed and your tits bounce, face in the pillow as you moan, almost screaming. ”Ah fuck! Leon! Too much…” He continues his speed and his other hand grabs your hair, pulling your head backwards while he bullies his cock inside you. ”Take it all. I’m gonna fuck you stupid so you don’t say stupid shit like that.” He says unamusedly while continuing.

”Gonna cum into you so hard.”

”I’m sorry! M’ sorry, Leon! I won’t say it again, ever. I love you…” You mewl when he starts rubbing your clit while still continuing at a fast pace. Your moans, muffled by the pillows, almost sound like crying at this point. Leon’s rhythm seems to not have stopped when his hips still rut into you, hearing sweet moans and low grunts from your boyfriend. ”Gonna breed this fucking pussy. Gonna cum so deep in you, you’ll be pregnant.”

”Ah fuck! Yes, Leon!” You moan as he starts thrusting deeper. ”That way you’ll never leave me, all filled with my cum and babies.”

”Yes! I wan’ it, Lee…”

”I love you, baby.”

Your knees feel like giving out as your arms shake and the uncontrollable wave of your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy walls clench around his dick as he holds your hips down, pushing himself so deep in you as he released a spur of hot cum in you, filling you so deep. ”Such a good girl…”

[perpetual-fandom-brainrot]

Some CoD Hybrid Reader Drabbles

Hybrid reader stuff, if it's not your taste I recommend clicking off and finding something better to read (*cough cough* Temporary Relocation *cough cough*)

TW: Descriptions of violence and gore

Other than that mostly just fluff

I've gone down a rabbit hole (two kinds) and I can't help but think about some concepts I want to see interacting with this trope like...

If reader was a bunny hybrid, separated from their fluffle so just aimlessly wandering around. Used to having other bunny hybrids around to help with grooming/cleaning so you don't entirely know how to do that, either, at least not effectively. I imagine you wouldn't be found by the 141 while they're on duty, but rather one of them (or their family members) would find you while on leave. They'd take you in and take care of you, and start noticing just how good of a fight or flight system you have. Maybe with some good training, you'd make a good soldier...

If reader was a dog/wolf hybrid, kidnapped owned by some of the not necessarily best people in the world since only being a pup. In fact, these people end up being wrapped up in activities that the 141 ends up sticking their noses- and barrels- into. As they're stalking around the building where you're kept, making sure all of the targets are taken care of, they train their guns on you for a moment. It's when you back up quietly, whimpering with a raw and dehydrated throat, that they realize you aren't a threat. They unlock your prison kennel and tell you to move it before you're definitely a liability (whoever dictates this choice gets mega whooping from their higher-ups later). When they run into you again on the way out, finishing ripping out the esophagus of another target who would've otherwise interfered with exfil, that you're offered a position as a soldier. And you accept.

If reader was a cat hybrid who spent their time wandering streets, taking bites of abandoned food and finishing drinks long forgotten in order to survive, only for that very town to be the one Ghost and Soap arrive in while fleeing from Graves. You're crouched behind a dumpster when Graves is rounding up the cops, and even though you're bringing claws to a gunfight you can't stand to see him acting as judge, jury, and executioner. You find a Shadow nearby, not expecting anyone in their previous path to still be alive, and silently get their weapons off of them. You wait for your moment, using your intricate knowledge of the alleyways and buildings and rooftops to stay undetected, taking out the Shadows around Graves. You take an angle at Graves himself, jumping from a rooftop and landing on his shoulders, pulling his hair until he's stumbling backwards and you both fall into the fountain. You grab a beer bottle off of it and bash it directly over his head, making sure it shatters and knocks him unconscious. You scurry off, disappearing into the night before Soap has a chance to get down and speak to you, or even process what he just watched.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Introducing: Vizzie Castello

(Please click images for higher quality, commission by @spliceyblues ^^)

Hello tumblr!!! I just hit 400 followers, so I figured now was as good as time as any to formally introduce my self-insert, Viz Castello.

(Art by @boopshoops)

Image Desc and more info Under the Cut ^^

Image desc for the first image: Age: 16/17? Best Subject: Biology and History Birthday: September 11th Class: 1A, Seat 27 Club: Floater Height: 5'3/164cm Hobby: Axe Throwing/Homesteading Homeland: ??? [REDACTED] Likes: Stability Dislikes: Unaccountability Under Unique Magic: While she has no ‘UM’ , she wears vambraces with blot-absorbing properties. She keeps these hidden under her school uniform. She doesn’t fully understand how they work or why she has them; just that they have been seared onto her since she was nine. It wasn’t until she got to twst she discovered their capabilities... ---------------------------

Brief overview of her personality: Viz is a very self-assured individual with a hell of a lot of attitude. She has a lot of practice being subservient, but there is nobody she fears enough in twst to act that way with; and respect is earned, not given. While she refuses to take any flavour of bullshit from anybody, you'll know she sees you as a friend when she can make fun of you about it.

I have a lot of her lore here, but nothing is super concrete except for the google doc fic included in this link. This is mostly because I really need to update it lol.

I made her coffin.

While her UM is not immediately available, she does unlock one in her storyline! I just think that's something I should save for another post ^^ I have more art of her here and art of her ("main") ship here (Orange Crush / Cater x Vizzie) (Her main ship is actually a polycule with Cater and Jack ^^)

Please note: Viz is polyam, I love making aus, and other ships will come up. If you are a non-sharing or selective sharing individual I highly suggest you block her ship tags, or DNI.

I'm super excited to introduce her formally on here and to maybe open up the potential for more fun interactions!

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[c4t1l1n4]

I know Spock’s misunderstanding of human things is generally played up, even by Spock himself because he’s a little shit like that, but I like to think there are some things Kirk/McCoy do that he genuinely does not understand.

Like they’re at some sort of carnival/festival and win one of those prize stuffed animals and Spock pretends to think that’s illogical and not understand the point of a worthless trinket but in reality he totally gets wanting to win something for your partner and feels all warm and fuzzy seeing them carry it around all night.

But then he swears, or makes a lewd comment or says something adult and McCoy gasps dramatically and covers the plushie’s ears and is like: “how dare you, Spock?!”

And Spock looks over at Jim all confused, but Jim just nods seriously and is like: “you can’t say something like that in front of Mr. Fluffles.”

And Spock genuinely blue screens.

He’s careful about what he says the rest of the night and when they beam back aboard he finds time to corner Uhura and tries to figure out the best way to ask WTF he did wrong. Uhura gleefully (and between giggles) explains that plushies are “innocent” and should be treated in a similar way as children (with great respect, care and not saying crude/adult things around them.)

[flufflecat]

Billtlest pet shop

[sanjoongie]

𝕺𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖊

A ~Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires~ Chapter

ღA series collab with @starlitmark

ღPairing: Dragon hybrid! Jongho x Bunny Hybrid! Reader (f)

ღGenre: smut

ღAu: hybrid au

ღTrope: poly, established relationship

ღWord Count: 3,697

ღRated: 18+ MDNI

ღWarnings: reader is described as smaller than all members (bunny hybrid), negotiation of scene, bdsm (usage of vines), use of the light system (green, yellow, red) and safe word, praise (with a condescending voice), edging, dom!jongho, sub!reader, oral (f), fingering (f), penetrative sex without a barrier, strength kink, dragon dick, mental aftercare for the dom

ღBeta's: @downtoamagicalland

ღSummary: after a few sessions with Jongho, some healing time with your fluffle, it’s about time that you and Jongho have some personal time together. This time, with no polite stops

ღAuthor’s Note: Hops is drinking the pregnancy prevention tea on the daily because with four boyfriends, you can never prepare enough 😵

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Feeling refreshed after your in-house spa-cation with your fluffle, you take your bag with a happy sigh. 

Seonghwa slid his hand along your lower back only to cling to your hip. “Feel good to be home, Treasure?”

The black dragon’s scales sparkled wonderfully in the sun beaming through the big living room windows. You moved up on your tiptoes to place an impulsive peck on Seonghwa's cheek but he turned his face so that you kissed his lips instead. 

“Seonghwa!” You screeched goodnaturedly in protest. 

“I’m happy to have you back,” Seonghwa admitted. 

You pressed your head to his chest to hear his steady heartbeat. “You only had a small window between picking me up and your next appointment though, Hwa,” You reminded him. “You gotta go or you’ll get caught up in traffic.”

Seonghwa leaned forward to rub his nose against yours. “I miss you. We need to make some time for just the two of us, hmmm?”

A small, impish smile pulled at your lips. “Maybe I should schedule some time in your chair, hmmm?”

Seonghwa’s eyes went from twinkling lovey dovey, to sharp eyed and silver hued. “Don’t joke about that.” 

“What if I’m not joking?”

Seonghwa pressed his lips together, closed his eyes and breathed in and out. His strawberry jam smell practically pressed up against your olfactory senses, only spiking your own libido. “I’m going to be nursing a hard-on the entire drive to work. I hope you’re happy, you little tease.”

You rocked back and forth on your heels. “Just nurse?”

Seonghwa snarled halfheartedly and your heart skipped a beat by instinct alone. “Bye, Hwa,” You called out sweetly as he practically ripped the door off its hinges and left. 

You hefted your overnight bag and made your way to your room. Having been vacant from your room, it smelled less like you but surprisingly much like your boyfriends. You smiled fondly at the thought of San coming in and rubbing himself like a cat in your nest, just for you to be met with his tangy sea breeze scent. 

You gasped in delight when you found a box and a note on your work desk. It was from Yeosang. Inside the box was a string of dragon and cloud lights that made you chuckle. 

Maybe you can hang these in your room back with your fluffle next time you visit and you can think of us

-Yeosang

“Treasure?” Jongho’s loving tone pulled you out of your reverie of crushing over Yeosang. 

Deciding to drop off your overnight bag near the ensuite laundry room with plans to wash your clothes, you made your way towards Jongho’s bedroom, where his voice had come from. 

You had expected to see Jongho in his semi-professional, typical wear, sitting at his desk, making notes and humming an indiscernible tune. What you were met with was Jongho in a soft sweater and jeans, his red hair parted dashingly, sitting on his bed. He sent you an excited smile that exposed his gums, making your heart skip a beat once again. 

“C’mere, Treasure,” Jongho caressed the spot next to him, “I want to talk to you about something.”

Your nose twitched nervously. “Is everything okay?”

Once you came a few steps closer, Jongho curled an arm around your waist and pulled you down to sit nice and tight beside him. “Everything is fine. This is a serious conversation but you shouldn’t be jumping to bad conclusions. We talked about this.”

You nodded and sighed, attempting to empty out any negativity that was gnawing at your conscience. “I’m ready.”

“I would love to spend some time with you today,” Jongho said. His musky book smell permeates your nose immediately and you quickly realize what kind of time Jongho would like to spend with you.

With your polycule working through some difficulties as of late, you and Jongho had kept it pretty pg 13 between the two of you. You hadn't been in the right headspace to entertain a new sex  partner but Jongho must have judged it might be a good time to try.

“Our first time?” You gnawed at your bottom lip. 

“You can have a foursome with three other boyfriends but still get nervous at the idea of a first time?” Jongho couldn’t help but tease.

You shuddered delicately. Something about the way that Jongho seemed to be praising you but in a condescending tone flat did it for you. “Yes,” You whispered.

“Excited nervousness or anxiety nervousness, Treasure?” Jongho checked in.

“Excited,” You admitted. 

It had become something of a past time, noting the subtle differences between your dragon boyfriends. Something instinctual told you that Jongho would not be a let down.

“There are a few things I would like to speak about then, before we begin,” Jongho said with a fond business-like tone. 

Your ears moved in a satellite motion in curiosity. Of course Jongho would be the first to set boundaries and safewords, but by the way Jongho grabbed your hand and began to caress the back of it, you were feeling like he was nervous as well for what he was about to say. 

“You know I have an affinity for greenery. Although I am in complete control of it, while in the deep throws of making love…” Jongho smiled shyly almost to himself. “...it can have a mind of its own.”

You nodded eagerly. “I know you would never unconsciously hurt me. And I’m not unnerved by the way you have used your affinity since I’ve been a part of the thunder, so I’m okay with that.”

Jongho cleared his throat. “I would like your permission to manhandle you. I don’t plan on slapping or hitting you, in that regard. But I do enjoy using my strength over my partners. That includes pinning them down, moving them in positions I prefer, that sort of thing. Is that acceptable?”

Goosebumps dot your skin and you have the answer. “Yes, Jongho.”

“We will be using the color system. So read means hard-stop, yellow means to slow down or in some cases ‘I need time to consider this’, and green means continue. I’d also like a safeword, even though I don’t think we’ll get to that. I can… push boundaries when it comes to how much my partner can endure, so if you feel that you can no longer take any more teasing, then just utter the word ‘cookie’ and I’ll give you that sweet release you crave.”

You smiled sweetly at the thought of your safeword being the scent that the other’s had described to you. “I can do that,” You agreed.

“From what I understand, your initial introduction to San and Seonghwa was non-negotiated degradation sex, which I know you enjoyed, but you should know I work in a different branch of the same tree. I don’t enjoy being outright mean to my partners but there is an air of judgment. I prefer praising but you will get a sense of that you feel being below me. It’s very specific and I don’t want you to be turned off if I go that route.”

“Jongho,” You said rather huskily.

“Yes, Treasure?”

“Can you kiss me now?” You asked, your tail struggling against your dress. 

Jongho cupped one side of your face, his eyes speaking volumes on how his negotiation speech had turned him on. “I would love to.”

Jongho’s kisses always have had a slip of tongue, though it’s not overbearing. The way he coaxed it against your lips, like it was a little extra perk, made you whimper into his mouth. You moved to tuck your legs under you, to get a bit of a height advantage on the dragon hybrid but that was shot down immediately. Jongho was in charge and in no way would you be dictating anything. Jongho is quick to spin you to your back, pressing you into the bed. His kisses were full of heat but he did nothing more than that, tempting you with the promise of more.

Eventually he broke the liplock, only to kiss and suck a line down your neck. After extracting an agreement that he could mark you up, you felt the love bites bloom along your skin. Your hands meandered to dig your fingers into Jongho’s shoulder blades, needing a purchase to cling to, but even that was too much for Jongho. He moaned at the sensation of pain but you marking him was a matter not discussed and not approved.

“Treasure,” He growled gently, extracting your hands from around his body.

“I need…I need to hold onto something,” You pleaded with him.

Jongho raised your arms above your head, clasping your hands together and then entwining his own hand into yours. “I got you, Treasure.”

Jongho’s lower half pinned your body to the bed, but much to your chagrin, he didn’t use it to grind into you. His attention was solely on leaving marks all over your skin and still the both of you were clothed. Your impatience got the better of you and you started to whine about it.

“Jongho, you’re killing me,” You groaned.

Jongho laughed quietly under his breath. “I have been waiting patiently to do this, Treasure. You won’t rush me. But it’s cute that you can’t wait.”

“You won’t let me touch you,” You whined. “Can’t I have something more?”

Jongho sighed gently. “Those big eyes work on the others, don’t they?” Still, the blue dragon used his free hand to unbutton the top of your dress. You whimpered as the cool air hit your skin. 

Jongho’s eyes darken upon viewing your see-through bralette covering your tits. He could see the shadow of your nipples, however, and it made his hand move to tighten around one of your breasts. 

Your breath came out in a squeak, feeling his strength against your body. “Oh my god.”

“Color?” Jongho said gruffly.

“Green, definitely green,” You squealed.

“I know you said yes to being manhandled but I think I might have to rip this dress off you, Treasure,” Jongho grunted as he continued to squeeze your breast. 

Your breath left you lungs in a rush at how much you approved of the thought. San had bought it for you but what was the cost of another dress when you could experience Jongho becoming so overcome with lust that he ripped your dress? “Please,” You agreed immediately.

Jongho gripped two corners of the collar of your dress, and with a great yank, your dress ripped in literal half. Jongho tossed the leftovers of your dress to the floor and drank in the sight of the pastel green set you had on. Your underwear was also see-through. Jongho’s nostrils flared briefly. 

“What’s this?” His thumb caressed your mound next.

You felt your face heat up. Part of the spa day with your fluffle included getting waxed and groomed. Your pussy was completely hair-free other than a brief patch just above your clit that was in the shape of a heart. “The waxer said it was in style.”

“Treasure,” Jongho let out a low moan. 

You felt movement near your hands and glanced upwards. The vines that decorated Jongho’s headboard were growing and moving to intertwine along your hands and forearms. 

“Do you like it?” You ventured. 

To answer, Jongho pushed your thighs apart and dipped his head between them. His hands pushed down your thighs, keeping them wide open, while admiring your cunt closely. He closed his eyes and deeply inhaled your scent. The room spiked with intensity as Jongho only got more turned on. 

“There’s a wet spot on your underwear,” Jongho said hoarsely. “Are you wet for me?”

“Jongho, I’m drenched,” You whimpered.

“Such a good little bunny for me,” Jongho cooed. He ran a finger up your slit and your hips bucked upwards, finally able to feel some relief. 

“God, Jongho, please!” You moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Jongho’s golden eyes moved up and down your body, taking everything you were offering to him. His index and middle finger absentmindedly moved up and down your slit, stroking and admiring the way your wet spot grew. 

“I could make you wetter,” Jongho offered. Your legs practically snapped shut on Jongho and he chuckled at your immediate response. “But I need to hear what you want.”

You babbled like an eager bunny, mind on only one thing. “Please eat me out. Please stuff me with your pretty fingers. Please hold me down and deny me and show me who is in charge. Please, I want to see my slick on your lips, I want--”

You didn’t go long, fortunately for you, because Jongho couldn't take it either. He wasn’t a complete monster, however, and clearly a fan of your lingerie. So he carefully pulled your underwear off and went to town now that your cunt was laid bare for him.

His tongue plied long licks along your folds, like he was savoring an ice cream cone. He seemed to gather your wetness on his tongue, because his eyes would close and he would hum in content. “You taste so good, Treasure. No wonder your scent is sugar cookies. You are a treat.”

You try to be good for Jongho and keep your hips down on the mattress but the measured, tantalizing licks he was running along your pussy lips was almost too good to not want more. You restricted yourself to clamping down on nothing, a plea building on your lips for more. You needed him in ways that made any of your other boyfriends flee your mind. You only had thoughts of Jongho. 

“Looking at you clenching down for me,” Jongho cooed mockingly. “Do you need me that badly, Treasure?”

“Mmmmm!” You mindlessly agreed. “I need… Jongho!”

“Use your words,” Jongho encouraged you. He took some mercy on you and placed soft, heated kisses on your inner thigh. “It’s so adorable you need me to stop eating you out in order to speak. Are you this dumb for all your boyfriends or do I get that honor solely?”

You felt your skin heat up in embarrassment. This Jongho was magnificent. “Cookies.”

Jongho pouted. “That didn’t take long.”

You struggled slightly in your vine bindings and Jongho’s yellow eyes laser-focused on the way your breasts moved with it. “I need you. Please,” You whined.

Jongho took his time removing his fluffy sweater and jeans. Your sharp intake of breath when his snake tattoo intertwining around his collarbones was revealed made the dragon smirk. The smattering of blue scales, however, dotting his body made you swallow loudly. 

“Jongho, you’re beautiful,” You found yourself saying in awe.

Jongho ducked his head, a shy smile pulling at his lips. “Thank you, Treasure, I truly appreciate that.”

Jongho crawled on the bed and laid his body between your legs once again. His arms bulged as he held himself aloft. You could feel the heat from his skin kissing yours but no amount of skin was actually in contact with your body. Both of your eyes were glued to the lower half of his body, where his cock stood proud against his stomach. 

“You’re going to enjoy this, I think,” Jongho mused out loud. “Want you cute and dumb on my cock.”

You watched with wide-eyed disbelief as Jongho simply canted his hips and his cock head split your pussy lips perfectly with no aid. His hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing. The dragon watched with blown pupils, making his molten gold irises disappear, as your breasts spilled between his fingers.

"That's it, Treasure, take all of me, there's a good girl. You can do it, right? You have three other boyfriend's who stretch you out properly, don’t you? Your pussy is good to all of them. It can be good for me too, can't it?"

The choked moan that falls from your lips sounded desperate even to your well-tuned bunny ears. "Jo-Jongho."

Jongho halted his progress pushing into you and you whined at the even look he sent to you. How is he not going out of his mind with the pleasure the two of you were creating? "Treasure?"

You pushed your lips together, trying to not yap about how you were pretty sure he was ruining you for the others. "Your cock is so good," is what you said instead and it was not any better.

Jongho chuckled throatily, his sunshine smile peaking through the lust fog of your brain. "Careful Treasure, you're gonna make a man think he's the only one in this polycule."

"I--" You swallowed but you have long lost the moisture in your mouth. "More. I need more."

Jongho canted his hips again and you moaned deeper as his cock further penetrated inside of you. "Shhh, Treasure, I'm not even fully inside of you."

The way that Jongho pushed aside your velvet-soft walls, stretching you out without a struggle on his part, was one of the most delicious feelings you had ever received. Jongho took his time, eyes closed, focused on the task at hand. No strain marred his perfect features but you couldn't help but want to kiss his pink lips as you shared being one for the first time. 

Jongho leaned in to whisper into your ear. “You’re so wet, you’re spilling out of your tiny hole. I can feel you dripping down my balls and making a mess of my pelvis. How can one bunny be so wet for her boyfriend, hmmm?”

“Jongho!” You whined in embarrassment. “Because it’s you!”

“I’m going to make you come so hard, Treasure,” Jongho chuckled lowly. “Be a good girl and be nice and loud for me.”

Jongho would grunt deep in the back of his throat when he thrusted into you. He would pull out slowly, completely, and then push back in with a sharp thrust. It was both torturous and glorious, the pace he set. It seemed that he was looking to provoke you to use your safe word again so that he would have an excuse to jackhammer you into his bed but instead you were genuinely dumb on his cock. Your sole focus was feeling his cock move in and out of you and there was no eagerness to get to your climax; you simply wanted to ride the wave that was sex with Choi Jongho. 

“Your little bunny pussy is taking me so well,” Jongho grunted. “You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you? I fucking adore this cunt.”

“It’s all for you, Jongho,” You managed to whimper. 

“Fuck,” Jongho cursed. 

Although outwardly Jongho did not seem to be struggling, the vines around your hands and arms said otherwise. They had tightened so much with your last sentence that you knew it wasn’t on the side of safe anymore.

“Jongho, it’s too tight,” You gasped. 

The vines loosened immediately even though you had been certain Jongho had not been testing you. He was just that attuned to his flora. “Sorry, Treasure. You make me lose my control.”

That sentence made you feel some type of way. The butterflies in your stomach migrated to your chest. Your blossoming love for Jongho was seeded and rooted deep inside of you but in moments like these, the love blossomed into flowers. 

Jongho knew his limits however, and now was the time. “I want you to come for me, Treasure. Come around my cock and let me feel what it’s like to take you to the highest peak imaginable.”

Jongho’s words unlocked something inside of you. Your cunt convulsed around his length immediately and you cried out with pleasure. 

“Oh fuck yes,” Jongho’s words became muffled as he bit down on his lower lip. “That’s it, little bunny, fucking milk my cock. I’m coming with you!”

Jongho let out a long, drawn out moan and stilled inside of you. His nose was scrunched up but he wasn’t the only sight to behold. You glanced up when a flash of color caught your attention. The vines on Jongho’s headrest had bloomed when he had come. It was so beautiful. 

Jongho followed your gaze and chuckled in embarrassment. “Oh yeah, they seem to do that.” 

“Jongho,” You gasped. “That was more than anything I could have imagined.”

You felt the vines completely pull back so you could get your arms back. You immediately wound your arms around Jongho’s neck. He managed, while still remaining inside of you, to sit up and cross his legs. 

“You were wonderful,” He said softly. “It wasn’t too much?”

You shook your head. “No. I loved it.”

Jongho had a lopsided grin on his face in answer to your statement. “Wanna sit like this together?” He bumped his forehead to yours fondly. “I just want to soothe myself with you.”

“I’m yours, right now, Jongho,” You found yourself reassured him.

You made a mental note that perhaps, even though Jongho wasn’t the meanest dominant in your polycule, that he might need more aftercare than your other boyfriends. “We can take all the time you need. I’m here for you, Jongho.”

His head rested on your shoulder and his tail tucked itself around your waste. “You were amazing, Treasure. You are amazing.”

The two of you rested there for a while, just drinking in each other’s presence and what you two had done together, but you lived with seven other dragons, and alone time was rare.

A brisk knock on the door made you jump and Jongho tightened his arms around your body. “Treasure? Jongho? I finished with the shower if you want it.”

You pulled back and stared at Jongho. Had San been home the entire time?

You breathed in to respond to San but Jongho cut you to the chase. “Thanks, San!”

You leaned back farther and a small smile began to pull at the corner of your lips. “Choi Jongho, are you being possessive right now?”

Jongho hugged you so tightly your breath came out in a squeal. “You said you were mine,” he grumbled.

Your tail wiggled happily. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Don’t act cute,” Jongho grumbled again.

You laughed softly, utterly pleased. You ran a hand fondly over his hair. At that moment, everything was utterly perfect.

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If anyone needs to see something cute today, here's my fluffle sharing a heat pad.

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Life According to Joel

Happy birthday @netherfeildren !! This is my gift to you <333 Thanks for being my friend, for being kind and understanding and funny and cool, for entertaining me and letting me freeload. If it weren't for you and your unfathomable talent, I'm sure I'd be illiterate, and Din Djarin would be nothing but a tuna can. I think of you every time I see a mini truck, a rat tail, or Matthew McCououghougohgouneyay. You are my personal Rust Cohle, and I hope my Marty-ness enriches your life like your odd shit enriches mine. YEEHAW AND ILY !!

Summary: Joel having the worst day ever Word count: 2.5k Rating: A for effort

Monday. Joel is startled awake by the blaring scream of a car alarm and a leaf blower outside his bedroom window, at six AM. And to his misfortune, the day doesn’t get much better after that. 

He reasons that he’s been through worse, and that he could’ve woken up to the fire alarm signaling that his own house is in flames, so with some reluctance, he gets up and drags his feet to the bathroom. His electric toothbrush is no longer standing up against the mirror next to the sink where it has been every morning for the last fifteen years. 

Something soft brushes against his bare leg, and he looks down to see Fluffles’s tail curling around his calf, which brings his attention to the litter box. His toothbrush is lying inside of the sand, and the top of the box is sitting beside it, forgotten. 

Just an inconvenience, he thinks, grabbing a temporary toothbrush from the Dollar General that he fishes out of the cabinet below the sink. However, his confidence wanes somewhat when he returns to the bedroom after a shower — a shower with significantly reduced water pressure, that is — and grabs his phone, seeing that the charger is halfway out of the wall socket and that his battery is at twenty percent. There’s a message on his screen regarding his advertisement on Facebook Marketplace for a TV he’s been trying to sell for the reasonable price of three hundred dollars. The message was sent five minutes ago. 

$80? I can pick it up asap

A shitty offer, but an offer nonetheless. He responds back. 

Sure. Can you pick it up in thirty minutes?

Yes, the person says.

He sends his address and leaves the bedroom, goes downstairs and hears the doorbell ring. Two young boys stand on the doorstep, both in ties and name tags, asking if he has a minute to speak about religion. Not wanting to shake their confidence, he lets them stumble through their prepared monologue for a minute, but Joel begins to tense up when he sees a FedEx truck approaching his property, likely carrying a package that was held up for two weeks and is finally due to arrive. The boys’ voices blend in with each other, and Joel watches the delivery driver cast one look at his house, just as the truck slows, before looking ahead and driving off instead. 

Kindly, but a little bit affectless, Joel bids the missionaries goodbye and closes the door behind him while he shakes his head. Two pieces of bread are lowered into the toaster as he looks at the time and notices that Sarah’s alarm has yet to go off, reminding him that she has the day off from school for ‘independent study’. He grabs a large post-it note from a drawer as well as a thick marker, and begins to write. 

PLEASE KNOCK

FOR DELIVERY

I AM HOME 

Joel has never been a superstitious man, and multiple inconveniences can happen at once, so no, he does not consider himself shaken. 

The toaster pops and it smells burnt — Tommy was over on the weekend and never adjusted the thing back to its previous setting, and now Joel’s pieces of bread are one shade away from completely black. He moves on, shakes it off, grabs a knife and scrapes the burnt layer into the sink. The radio is playing on low but the same ad keeps running on loop, likely something glitching on the station’s end. 

When he cracks five eggs into a bowl, the last one shatters and a piece of eggshell, just big enough to be noticeable when he squints, disappears into the bottom of the bowl. He takes a deep breath, blaming himself for poor egg-cracking technique, and grabs one of the shells, dipping it in to chase that tiny piece around. Slowly, he moves it, trying not to create any waves that would wash the piece away, but just as he’s about to catch it, Sarah appears in the doorway and startles him, losing the eggshell to the abyss of egg once again. 

The wrong burner is on for about a minute before he realizes. He notices too late that the grounds in the coffee machine are from yesterday. 

While waiting for the TV-pickup, he checks his email and sees that some test results from the doctor are available in his health portal. The results, however, seem somewhat jumbled and unfinished.

UNSTABLE LIKELY PROSTATE CANCER

The inevitable anxiety gets him for a moment before he can practice any sort of logic, his stomach sinking at the words on the screen. There must be some explanation for this, he reasons, as he grabs his phone and calls the office. 

“Hello?” answers the girl on the other end, “Dr. Ramirez’s office. How can I help you?”

Joel rubs the tips of his fingers across his forehead while he looks at the screen, explaining his shock at the test results that were only supposed to show his blood pressure and cholesterol. 

“Oh, shit,” she says, “Uh—”

Not a reassuring answer. He glances at the time and sees that his buyer is supposed to be here any minute. 

“That is a HIPAA violation, isn’t it?” she asks. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t admit that his heart is racing, but instead clears his throat. 

“It looks like you got someone else’s results,” says the secretary. “I’m so sorry, it also looks like we lost your blood test and results and everything somehow. I’m gonna send you another requisition to print out and bring to the lab, okay?” 

They exchange a few pleasantries, he looks over to the printer to make sure it’s on, and in the paper tray is a document entirely covered in black ink, with a one-inch margin around the dark square. When he presses the power button, it informs him that it is out of ink. 

Fifteen minutes past when the buyer is supposed to arrive, he messages them, and receives no reply. 

His phone rings. It’s the shop where his truck is supposed to be ready today after a week of repairs and Joel having to carpool with Tommy to work. 

“Hey Joel,” is followed by a nervous laugh. “So, this isn’t gonna cost you anything, don’t worry—”

Joel groans. 

“But the repairs will take a little longer. Our apprentice kind of… Well, he fucked up, and now we have to fix it.” 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I assure you I’m not, but your truck will be ready in two days, alright? We got a rental for you, just come get it whenever.” 

He hangs up without saying goodbye. His message to the buyer is marked as read, ten minutes ago. When his phone does light up as he’s putting on his boots, about to leave for work, it’s from an unknown number. 

hey randy, pls send the $50 for the tournament. jane’s up my ass abt it 

For five years, he has received messages from various numbers, looking for a man named Randy, and despite how many numbers he blocks, they never seem to stop, and this Randy seems to owe a lot of people various sums of cash. 

Joel responds, This is not Randy’s number, sorry. 

And in return, he gets a somewhat hostile message.

oldest trick in the fucking book 

He orders an Uber to the car mechanic’s shop, and is surcharged thirty percent, but at least there’s no lineup at the front desk when he arrives. Maybe his luck has changed, he thinks, looking at the new trucks in the front of the lot. 

However, when the receptionist leads him to the back and gestures towards his options, he realizes his only choice is a Japanese mini truck. “JDM ninety-five Suzuki,” the lady says, and she really is trying to put a positive spin on it, “Very convenient.” 

“Are you messing with me?” Joel asks, flatly.

She smiles at him, and her voice is very cheery when she says, “It has five speeds.” 

“Fantastic.” He rolls his eyes and grabs the keys she hands him. There’s a lizard on the windshield he only spots when he opens the door and crams inside, adjusting the seat what little it allows, and his arms are stuffed in-between his knees when he pushes the keys into the ignition. The seat belt is a lost cause. 

His brother calls him and he picks up reluctantly, though he doesn’t get the chance to say anything before Tommy asks him, “Could you drop by Home Depot and get a few things?” 

“No.”

“Come on, man. Do me a solid.”

“Can’t. Truck won’t be done ‘till tomorrow. I got a rental.”

“And?”

“I’m ass to ankles here, Tommy,” he says, “I’m in the smallest truck I’ve ever seen.”

Then he hangs up. 

At least he doesn’t have prostate cancer, he thinks, as he pulls out of the parking lot and gets onto the road, where he’s stuck in traffic surrounded by box trucks in stop-and-go traffic. Another lizard lands on the windshield with a smack, thrown off the side of the U-Haul in front of him. 

Upon arrival at the worksite, his coworker informs him that their order of concrete has been delayed, and asks if Joel can text their supervisor. He tries to keep it concise. 

Hey. Concrete is delayed so we’re completely halted. Could you call the supplier? Thanks. - Joel

In return, after waiting for twenty minutes, he receives a photo from his supervisor of a clear, blue ocean and golden sand.

Jet ski, it says below the photo. 

Great. 

He makes himself busy until lunch time, when he pulls a plastic container out of his backpack and realizes that the empty container of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter! that contained a sandwich was somehow shuffled around in the fridge, getting mistaken for the one actually containing margarine. And so Joel finds himself lunch-less, exhausted, baking in the sunshine of mid-day, wondering what he has done to deserve this. 

He leaves work a few hours early. There’s no way his supervisor would find out, and if he does, he’ll be too drunk by eight PM to remember. Somehow, over the last few hours, Joel forgot about the tiny truck waiting for him a block away from the worksite, but is reminded when he spots it as he turns the corner. 

It’s hot as hell inside of it now, after parking in the sun without thinking, and there’s barely any air circulation when just his body takes up seventy percent of the cabin. 

He drives it to Costco anyway. All of the grilled chickens are snatched from the shelf in front of his eyes, nobody can steer their shopping carts in the right direction, they’re out of everything bagels, and he stands in a lineup for ten minutes only to realize it’s not a lineup for anything at all but merely people standing around. Out he goes, after thinking he lost his credit card only to find it in the wrong slot of his wallet, to the tiny truck now parked between two Range Rovers, with a case of Diet Coke and a sixty-pack of eggs. They fit in the front seat next to him, barely. 

At his house, FedEx has left a package slip on top of the note he left for the delivery driver. Sarah is still home. When she looks up at him from the dining table and her homework, he greets her with a grunt, carrying in the groceries. A can of Coke falls to the floor as he stacks them in the fridge, and it bursts open, spraying soda in multiple directions, soaking his socks and the floor around him. Sarah folds over in laughter, but Joel watches in silence as the can empties, and his arms are full of the remaining ones. 

Finally, while on his knees next to Sarah, mopping up the soda while she tries to stifle her laugh, he comes to terms with the reality that this Monday is simply not his day. He therefore does not take the chance on cooking, and decides to pick up dinner on the way home after putting on a load of laundry and running more errands.

With the package slip in his hand, he steps back into the godforsaken mini truck and starts it. He does not wave when he sees his neighbor passing on the street. At the FedEx store, the door is locked when he tries to open it. There’s a sign on the door asking him to scan a QR code to see the store hours. 

At the barbeque spot down the road, Joel stands in line with the package notice in his back pocket and his arms folded, for twenty minutes. In front of him is a woman speaking on video call to her mother, trying to solve a computer problem. He manages to filter out the repeated words and sentences, enjoying the seemingly only reprieve from his day from hell, wondering if his luck has turned. Again, he remembers that it could be worse. He could have had prostate cancer. 

Inside the restaurant, he’s up next, but the girl ahead of him is asking about every item on the other side of the glass, looking up at the man working behind the counter while he explains. She takes a moment to think, and he asks her, “Are those color contacts?”

“No,” she says, smiling, holding up the line, and Joel rolls his eyes. 

The man piles extra ribs onto her plate when she moves to the cash register, then reaches under the bench and pulls out a sign that he tapes to the glass in a swift motion.

OUT OF BEEF RIBS

“What can I get ya?” he asks Joel. 

On the way out, with takeout containers in hand, Joel absentmindedly throws his coins into the trash, and the wrapper of his straw stays in his hand. The same straw disintegrates immediately when he takes a second sip of the sweet tea inside. 

After dinner, with a piece of brisket stuck between his teeth, he takes out the laundry from the washer. The pile is soaking wet, dripping onto his fresh pair of socks, and as he turns the corner to wring out the clothes over the sink in the bathroom, the edge of a dresser scratches his side. Somehow, it had been pulled out a few inches from the wall. 

In the kitchen, he opens the freezer to see that Sarah’s forgotten can of soda has exploded and covered the entire drawer. His attempt at salvaging the evening is met with a hollow, overpriced soft serve ice cream, and a chipped beer bottle. An email informs him that he has won a raffle and, well, Joel finds himself thinking that perhaps it’s best to grasp his only good fortune of the day, so he jumps through the hoops, verifies, waits for one-time codes and accepts terms & conditions, only find out he has won a grand total of five dollars. 

He gets a message from the Facebook marketplace lowballer. 

i dropped by at noon but u werent home

Joel rolls his eyes and he puts his phone down while he shuts off his computer, looking at the sprinklers in the yard that have apparently stopped working. His phone lights up again, this time with a text message from an unknown number. 

hey randy. guess u were too busy to visit grandma before it was too late. get fucked

this is dave btw i got a new phone 

It could always be worse.

[zeke-fanfucs]

I have an idea. Imagine Devlin coming home to present his new gf/bf to faith and albus, and they be like: "what did he had to do to get you" and teaming up to make Devlin embarassed

Cool cool. But I’m using Wildfire for this cause she’s totally Canon. Righttttt @goodboyaudios.. RIGHT? PLEASS OELASE PLEASE @solzticesoulz made her beautiful!!!!!!!!!! PleasepleaseplelamsmekaNndjwkaLlsekan BARK BARK BARK— sorry.

“Work Pal” My Ass

Wildfire x Devlin | Featuring Albus, Faithful, and Kerano | Fluff, Embarrassment, and Fugly Plushies

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Devlin had no idea why he was sweating.

Well, no, that was a lie. He did know.

L

Wildfire was walking beside him, laughing about something that had exploded (again) in her shop, her hair catching the light in embers and waves, her coat flaring just enough to make her look like a goddamn hero.

And he was about to introduce her to his family.

Not just Albus, which was already dangerous. Not just Faithful, who could see through lies like glass. But also Kerano, who had a black belt in emotional damage and sarcasm despite being a six-year-old with bunny slippers.

He was doomed.

“Just uh… don’t mind them,” he mumbled as they reached the door.

Wildfire grinned. “Oh Devlin. You can’t warn me and expect me not to stir the pot.”

He groaned and opened the door.

Inside, Faithful was sitting on the couch, hair braided back, a steaming mug in her hand. Albus was shirtless, doing push-ups with Kerano sitting on his back like a queen on a throne.

“Yo,” Albus said, not even looking up. “Took you long enough. You bring that weapon modding friend you won’t shut up about?”

Devlin cleared his throat. “This is—Wildfire. She’s, uh, a work pal.”

Work pal.

The words left his mouth and died a cold, lonely death.

Faithful slowly raised an eyebrow over her mug. “Pal?”

Albus finally looked up and grinned like a devil smelling blood.

“So,” Albus said, standing up with Kerano still clinging to his back, “what did my awkward brother have to do to get your attention? Fall over something? Break a wrench? Try to flirt and say ‘I’m single’ before telling you his name?”

Wildfire, unbothered, beamed. “He tried to grab the same fugly stuffed cat as me.”

Faithful actually laughed. “That sounds like fate.”

Kerano perked up. “You like fugly plushies?”

Wildfire blinked. “Yeah, why?”

Kerano vanished into her room and came back with an army of them. They were ugly. Deformed. Chaotic in shape and color.

“This is Fluffle, Sir Tubbins, Shank Baby, and Chaos Lump,” Kerano announced proudly.

Wildfire stared in awe and mild fear. “…Is that one made of spoons?”

“Yep,” Kerano said sweetly. “Wanna help me make one later?”

Wildfire gave a nervous smile. “Absolutely. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Albus and Faithful shared a look of pure evil”

“So,” Faithful said, all warmth and strategy, “how long have you two been not dating?”

Devlin made a strangled noise. “Can we not—”

“Oh don’t worry,” Wildfire said, absolutely thriving. “I’ll drag him out on a date eventually.”

Devlin stared at her, flushing down to the collar.

“Eventually?” Albus snorted. “Babe, take him now. Before he builds you a tank just to say ‘I like you.’”

Wildfire laughed. “Too late. He’s already drawing blueprints.”

Faithful reached over and clinked her mug against Wildfire’s hand. “Welcome to the family.”

Devlin buried his face in his hands.

Kerano patted his leg. “It’s okay, Dad. She’s cool. But also scary. I approve.

[w4gg]

Wallace and Gromit Vengeance Most Fowl Spoilers below‼️

(This was going to be a bunch of separate posts but they’re too short to be on their lonesome so enjoy my mindless rambling)

When Wallace went over into the grassy area I KNEW we were getting a Shaun the Sheep cameo but I expect SHAUN not the FARMER I’m still so happy though Aardman spoiling me again ☺️ And heck they might’ve even had Shaun in the corner or something and I hadn’t noticed because I was too shocked at seeing the farmer like I KNEW hed be there but when I saw his backside I was thinkin “No. WAY” yknow?

How do you think they did the scenes with water and milk? I’m sure theres an obvious answer but I genuinely wonder because it looks smashing (They used CGI, It was in-fact obvious)

We got more moments of Gromit acting like a dog, Aardman you do take care of me ❤️ He’s so cute in his dressing gown and his slippers I love him

Bro when Gromit looked so happy to get a pat from Wallace and then he whipped out that invention like bro NOOO GIVE HIM A PAT I'm so glad he did at the end they're so cute

The REFRENCESSS bro when Wallace finally saw Feathers my fingers were crossed so hard I was praying he’d say “Good Grief! Its you!” again because that line delivery is so funny and he DID, and the “cracking toast” line omg Aardman knows what their fans want

I was hoping Fluffles would be at the final scene with the tea party but seeing the way it played out makes it understandable

We didnt get to see them hug which upsets me, also a severe lack of cheese imo

I literally didn't watch the trailer nor the teaser all the way through because I was worried I'd piece too many things together and spoil it for myself and Im glad I didn't because I went in knowing practically NOTHING

did you guys SEE Gromit as a kid? I know we got baby Gromit but now we have ADOLESCENT Gromit he’s so CUTEE his eyes are so BIG and Wallace was BALDING

Best part about this is once I stop obsessing over W&G (and who knows when that’ll be) I’ll start obsessing over seeing more Shaun the Sheep seasons. With Aardman you’re ALWAYS winning

I knew Gromit wasn’t going to die because like you can’t do that? Plot armour but I was still so worried cuz he was dangling there and I was scared Wallace was gonna jump after him but NORBOTS FOR THE WINN ugh I love them all they didn’t deserve being used like that

I’m probably reaching but I saw so many parallels between The wrong trousers and Vengeance most fowl which I love, on purpose or not it was nice to see them

Why was Norbot so freaky at the recharging scene

BROOO WALLACE DIDN’T WANNA EVEN TALK ABOUT LOSING GROMIT THAT SO SAD THATS HIS BEST BUD RIGHT THERE he looked so betrayed when Gromit didn’t like Norbot I feel bad for them both if only Gromit could talk

Talking of which Gromit and Feathers are so expressive which is like “duh they’ve always been” but like they cranked it up several notches in this movie e.g. that scene at the end with the turnip Feathers reaction was so animated I loved it

They both look so big in their dressing gowns I love them so MUCCHHH RAHHH

I cannot remember that last time I was actually surprised by a plot twist because WDYM IT WAS A TURNIP? THIS WHOLE TIME?? Wallace had the diamond in his HANDS and nobody had a clue oh my round of applause for Feathers because that is just clever 👏

Nicholas did in fact give us a naked Wallace, thank you Nick ☺️

When Gromit hugged Norbot in the end UGGHHH THEYRE SO CUTE

Not enough people are talking about Onya Doorstep

Gromit looked so confused Feathers smacked him they’re both so funny I want to fill them with an unhealthy amount of carbon dioxide

If they’re serious about this I’d love that Ron deserved more screen time

Ben did a great job mimicking Wallace’s voice, but there’s still a noticeable difference when compared to Sallis’ and don’t get me wrong I’m glad we’re getting new W&G content, but I also really wish we still had Sallis

[hazbin-hodown]

It's ok to take a break sometimes

Lucifer comforts Y/N, who's having a panic attack.

CW: Panic Attack and Panic Attack Symptoms on top of anxiety

Tags: Comfort Fic, Lucifer X GN!Reader, fluffle puffle

As usual this is not beta read!

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You're not sure what happened, one moment you were getting ready for a silly outing with Charlie and the gang and the next?

You curled around yourself. Your blood rushed in your ears as your heart beat at a thousand miles an hour. Your clammy palms dripped with sweat as you hyperventilated into your legs. Everything around you felt fuzzy, distorted, nothing felt real.

You didn't even hear the door click open

He sighs. Seeing you like this was, well, scary. He slowly rubbed your back, being sure to be slow and calm. Making sure you recognized he was there.

"Deep breaths Y/N." He continued to slowly rub your back.

Your body didn’t want deep breaths! It wanted to stop the heart rate in your chest. It wanted to stop the feeling of you about to die again. It wanted to-

You took a sharp inhale, the air around you felt like the antartic wind, scratching and nipping at the inside of your throat.

“Hold it…” Your chest lit up with flames as you tried to hold your breath.

“And exhale, Duckling.” You tried to breathe out slow and steady, chuckling through the tears at his pet name. Slowly, but surely, he repeated the process. He checked in on you, got you some water. Made sure you weren’t starting to hyperventilate again. Hell, he may or may not have summoned a cute little rubber duck for you to squeeze to help you breathe in time.

“You feeling any better?” He asked eventually, rubbing your arm gently. You nodded, still a bit dry from the cottonmouth. He smiled a bit.

“I went ahead and told the others that something came up so don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks, Lucifer.”Your voice let out a shaky smile.

“Anytime, Duckling.”