#fuzzy lil noggin

[baby--b4t]

it’s fishie anon and I have yet another minific idea that will I will also be requesting as a bot when they are open again :3

user/reader and kazuha smoke together, but for some reason user/reader gets overwhelmed due to how much stuffs they accidentally smoked and regresses bc of it, so kazuha gets to play babysitter/cg for his tiny while they’re both probably zooted out of their noggins

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this is going to be so silly. nothing but giggles between user/reader and kaz (´-ω-`) ill try and make a bot based on it for my next bot batch but have a minific for now <3

(sorry if none of this feels very accurate. i have never smoked before and am going based off of stories ive heard from friends σ^_^;)

Kazuha had invited you over to smoke and relax for the evening, knowing your week had been stressful. It wasnt uncommon to find you two high, but you always only smoked what you knew you could handle. You both knew your limits and never pushed them... Usually.

"y/n? Hellooo?" Kazuha waved his hand in front of your face. Your eyes were so red and glazed over, a sight Kazuha hadnt exactly expected so soon from you. "Wakey wakey~ You cant be spacing out just yet, silly."

You felt Kazuha try and sit you up a bit better, resulting in a whine coming from you. It definitely confused Kazuha for a moment. He blinked at you before starting to realize something was off with you. Your mind was feeling fuzzy, both from the weed and from the regression settling in.

"Hm.. Are youu... Little?" Kazuha tried to guess, smiling slightly as he thought about trying to care for you right now. "Aw, you did, didnt you? Thats okay! That just means nap time will be easier, right?" He tried to keep his tone light and playful, seeing your slightly pouty face.

You whined at him again, not entirely sure why but you definitely knew you needed something. Your regressed mind wasnt exactly the best at understanding your bodily cues.

"Shh, youre okayy.." Kazuha shushed as he gently ruffled your hair. "Want a snack? Maybe a lil snack will help the whiny babyy~" He added in a sing-song tone, excitedly moving to the snacks you two had brought out prior to smoking.

Kazuha rummaged through the snacks for a moment before frowning slightly. He couldnt find a snack he deemed 'baby appropriate'. He may be high, but he wanted to be the best caregiver for you right now.

"Wait right here for a moment, bud." Kazuha gently said to you before he got up. He shuffled his way over towards the kitchen area, taking a moment to find your bottle and filling it up with juice. He had to take it slow to make sure he didnt spill anything.

"Here we are~" Kazuha proudly sat back down with you and help the bottle up to your face. "A yummy bottle for a grumpy baby, hehe-" He helped you get settled on his lap, holding the bottle as you lazily drank from it. He felt so much more dotting towards you while he was high.

Kazuha cooed at you as you drank, finding the state you were in quite adorable. His comments seemed to make you giggle somewhat. Your laughter sounded sleepy, but Kazuha didnt mind. He was just happy you seemed happy.

"Youre such a high baby right now, arent you? Yeah, you smoked too much too quickly~" Kazuha continued to tease you. It didnt take long before he found himself relaxing with you in his lap as well, his eyelids feeling heavier. You let out a big yawn, startling yourself slightly as you were still drinking your juice.

"Perhaps baby and Kazuha should take a nap.." Kazuha mumbled, taking the bottle away from your mouth. He lazily grabbed a blanket and pulled it over the two of you, rubbing your back to help you settle slightly. "Nap time~"

[hxzelwallflower]

⭐ (Puss)

Respectfully she would smooch . Right on his lil' noggin . Not because he's a fuzzy , adorable feline but just in regards to how nice he's been to her in the past .

[rattlemyb0nes]

Warm and fuzzy feelings!!! Cuddling Naruto would be heaven on earth 🧡☁️

Thanks for planting these sweet lil thoughts in my noggin!!

i think naruto is the cutest when he’s sleepy!

his voice gets a little deeper and his eyelids become heavy; the blue in them somewhat darker than the times when the sun gets to shine over them during pleasant afternoons spent outside. the way his eyelashes keep on fluttering slowly signals that he’s about to fully close them any second now.

he’s warm all over, almost too warm, and his tan skin is soft despite the scars that litter it. his cheeks are tinted a faint rosy colour and his blonde hair is messy and he smells like citrus and summer and home. the muscles in his strong back are relaxed, his breathing pattern is calm. the hyperactivity he usually portrays is subdued, so much so that it makes him almost look incomplete in a way.

and he’s touchy — goodness, he’s so touchy with you! his big hand is under your shirt as he spoons you, fingers lazily tightening and releasing their hold over your tits like a cat making biscuits before bed, squeezing but not initiating anything particularly specific because he’s too tired for it.

he sighs every so often just from how content he is with everything as he lays on the couch with you; breathes in deeply and exhales the warm puff of air the exact same way. when he pulls you closer to his chest, you feel his half-hard cock press against your ass. the bulge makes his boxers strain, but it seems like he isn’t planning on doing anything about that pesky, not-so-little problem either.

he’ll probably wake up super needy though, so you best be prepared for when he’s well-rested!

[dreamyydaisy]

the feminine urge to be just a little bit of a brat so that he’ll slap you around a bit and be rough with you

[tr1ckysp00k]

Just one bite?

Part 3: ~a delicacy~

Warning: [¿suggestive?, curse words, insensitive words, threatening, harassment, mentions of dissevered body parts and ofc cannibalism :D]

Enjoy <3

It’s been 2 days, and the intruder hasn’t been heard from nor seen since the break-in. Your paranoia was getting the best of you ,causing you to having trouble sleeping. You were worried that man would break in and hurt both you and bob. You were worried that he would kill him. . It drove you sick just at the thought. Bob was your best friend. He was there for you when no one else was.

The lack of sleep caused massive headaches, having no energy to do simple task, like shower or eat, often distracting yourself from the head pain with your phone. It didn’t take long for bob to notice this. Your constant ‘im fine!’ Or ‘no I’m okay!’’s, did nothing but made him feel more conspicuous about your behavior. Something didn’t sit right with him. The lack of sleep in your eyes was clear as day. He would cook a meal for you, and you would peck at it, then lose full interest.

“I don’t feel hungry right now!”

“Doll, you haven’t eaten all day, how could you not be hungry?”

He didn’t like how your were not taking care of yourself as you should, let alone you wasting a meal he poured his his heart and soul into.

Tonight was going to be different. He was gonna make sure you got the sleep you needed. He was worried sick about you, and would do everything he could just for you to be happy, not in pain all the time.

You and him were eating in the dining room, well him mostly. When his phone began to ring a Poppy tune.

“I think someone is calling you.” He stated straightening your posture, pointing at his phone with a fork in your hand, while your other was cupping the side of your face.

“Nope! It’s a timer!” He commented putting the fuzzy tune to a stop. He picked up your plate of untouched food, to which he was a bit hurt by, then putting it on a marble counter beside him.

“Timer? What you need a timer fo- AH!” He threw you on his shoulders, as if your weight was akin to a sack of potatoes.

“HEY WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU-“ your yelling was put to a stop.

“Ya need rest lamb chops!” He smiled kindly.

“I CAN PUT MYSELF TO BED, BESIDES ITS ONLY EIGHT ‘O CLOCK!” Would yelled, softly hitting his back. He didn’t respond with words but a chuckle. Tossing you in bed, among with the puffed up pillows and the silky sheet. He grabbed a comforter and carelessly threw it on top of you, you and the comforter made a tent. You scurried out the large blanket and let out a huff of annoyance.

“Come on lil lamb, can you at least go to sleep for me? It worries me sick knowing that your lil noggin’ is in constant pain.” He frowned. You fiddle a bit with your shirt before giving in. A sigh escaping your lips. His smile beamed. he threw himself in bed with you, laying to his side one hand holding up his head, while giving you a sly grin.

“What you looking at?” You raised a brow, in question of his smug look.

He patted the empty space near him, prompting you to cuddle with him. You have a flabbergasted look, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I’ll make ya all warm and comfortable.” He mockingly smiled, loving the way you covered your flustered face from him. The man knew what he was doing. You turned away from him, and scooted to the edge of the bed. Not long after, you were drag towards his chest, one of his hands placed on your hips while the other was resting on you thigh.

“I wasn’t asking, doll.” His tone grew cold and raspy. It put you in shock, as if his voice hasn’t deep enough already. You both grew comfortable, growing sleepy by each others warmth and safety. When sleep finally overpowered you, drifting into the dark pit of slumber.

Bob was still awake. Enjoying the small, breathy snores you’d made. He rested his Chin on your head, mesmerized by your lovely scent. What really made him shiver was how vulnerable you were at the state. You laid restless in his arms, putting full trust Into him. not aware of how dangerous he really was. He then glanced at your shoulder, the shoulder the intruder left a ‘souvenir’ on. Drool creeped out his mouth, which was followed by him giving off a breathless chuckle. His grip around your waist loosened a bit once he felt you shuffle under his arms. Once you stilled yourself, he then pulled a string of your hair back to your ear.

“Don’t cha worry dove, it’ll happen. . all in good time.” He purred in your ear. Readying himself for sleep, which took over him not so long after.

-next morning-

The sun snuck it’s way pass the curtains, spilling from the fabric and onto your face. You rubbed your eyes a bit before getting up to stretch yourself. Letting out a roar of a yawn, while holding your arms out in the air. Bob wasn’t in bed. You got up and instantly called for him, stumbling around the room until you heard him respond to your call.

“In the Livin’ room, lamb!” His voice echoed through out the hall. You quickly changed. Then rushed to the living room in search for him. He greeted you with a pan in his hand, and a snazzy pink apron that hugged his body tight. It read ‘kiss the cook’. You giggled a bit on what he was wearing, you were in awe. Pink looked good on him. You sat down, happily eating your breakfast, taking big spoon fulls. He noticed this and a warm smile stretched across his cheeks.

“You got a good sleep, I presume?” He quirked a thick brow, with a sly grin.

“I am very comfortable to cuddle with, if I do say so ma’ self!” He said in pride, puffing his chest up, while his hands rested in his hips. He was happy you had gotten the rest you deserved. You flipped him off. he rolled his eyes, crossing arm in arm.

“Now lamb chops, that’s just hurtful.” He pouted. You got your other hand and flipped him off with that one too. The expression he made was a sight to see. You finished your plate, then overhearing the tv. You turned your head to face the screen, hearing a women declare their was a sale going on at the local store.

You turned back to bob in a hurry, asking him if he could drive you to the store and get down with you, maybe you could get him a gift! Christmas was close, and after all he has done for you, the least you could do was get him a gift!

He glanced at the tv then back to you, humbly nodding to your request.

-time skip-

You swayed left and right to the soft melody the radio gave off. Narrowing you eyes out side the window, watching objects and people fly by. You turned to bob, looking up at his face. His expression was odd. he was frowning which made you question if he was doing alright.

“You good bob?” You poked at his arm, watching him flinch a bit at your sudden touch.

“I-im fine! Just don’t go out much is all! Large crowds are uncomfortable- ” He trailed off, “I feel that!” You giggled, causing a warm smile to emerge on his rosy cheeks

You prance into the store with bob following you, his thunderous footsteps could be heard from behind. You continued to squander around the store, while bob looked in at the kitchen tools, specifically the knives.

‘I mean he works with meat, it’s to be expected’

You thought while pondering around the store.

Something caught you eye, It was a sweater!

Unfortunately it wasn’t in bobs size, but it brought a idea to your head! You can make bob something! While you were trying to brain storm of what to make for bob, your thoughts were out to a stop, someone tapped on your shoulder which caused you to jump.

“Well hello there. Aren’t you a sight to see?” The person stated, in a teasing tone. You stood there not knowing how to respond to their flirt.

“What you looking for, love?” They cooed at your shoulder.

“Don’t call me that- I hardly know you.” You narrowed your eyes at them, a bit disgusted.

“We can always get to know each other.~”

“I don’t need your assistance, can you please leave me alone?” You seethed. They didn’t like your response, attempting to grab your arm when someone put them to a stop. It was bob. And he looked pissed. His eyes narrowed down at the twat, a inhumanly smile stretch across his face. They shriveled, attempting to yank their arm out his hand. Now clawing at their flesh, he pulled them up as he bent down to their level.

“Didn’t you hear em?. .” He muttered in a raspy tone. The stranger didn’t respond, only giving a worried look.

“If you ever again, get the dimwitted idea to even step a foot close to them again. . I’ll make a lampshade out of the skin of your dick.” He laughed as the person cried out to let them go, only for him to dig his nails deeper into their arm, nearly breaking skin.

“That’s enough, bob let them go.” You commanded in which he followed. Throwing them at a shelf, chuckling as they ran with their tail between their legs.

“You can’t do that- you can get in trouble.” You crossed your arms at his stupid smile.

“You can’t let people walk over ya like that, dove. You need to put ‘em in place!” He stated with pride.

“I suppose, though you didn’t need to hurt them- you can get in big troub-“ he placed a gloved finger in your lips, prompting you with keep quiet.

“Don’cha worry lamb chops, I’ll be fine. So will they” He chuckled, waving his hand in the air, prompting you to forget them. picking up his things he headed towards the register.

You sincerely pay for y’all’s things and headed home, well to bobs home.

He cooked.

Y’all talked and ate.

And got ready for bed, repeating what y’all did the night before. You buried yourself in bobs arms, embracing his warmth. Your face covered in his chest. You fell asleep peacefully.

Once again bob laid awake, fiddling with your hair. He couldn’t get the person who was harassing you out his head, his eyes engulfed with pure white rage.

He doesn’t think they deserved to breathe the same air you breathe, let alone to breathe at all-

He doesn’t think they deserve to live their life scott-free without being punished for their actions-

•Time skip•

When you woke up the next morning bob once again wasn’t laying in bed with you. You called for him, awaiting his response which was only filled with silence. You got out of bed, a bit worried on where we could be around this time. Suddenly you heard the other side of the door knob being fiddle with. It was bob! You rushed to give him a hug, in which he obliged! Wrapping you in with arms. He smelled funny. But you were to happy to see him to worry about that!

It had been 3 weeks since the break-in had happened. everything with you and bob went well! No sign of the devil man! Your paranoia wasn’t as bad! Everything was going great. till you would be greeted with horrific discovery once you read the paper.

The pit of your stomach churned when you read the paper from this morning. A body was found, but not in one piece. The remains were scattered all across town. It took a few days to figure out who the victim was.

The person who was flirting with you.

The person that was making you uncomfortable.

It felt so coincidental

You rushed to bob, informing him on what happened. His iconic smile loosened up a bit as you told him what was on the paper this morning. It was all over the news too. He looked up at you, taking his lips off his coffee-filled mug.

“Well, karma is a bitch!” He chuckled putting his mug down besides the stove. He looked hot, his face was tinted in red and was sweating a bit. You slightly frowned, you didn’t think the poor soul deserved that. He handed you your plate that had strings of steam arising atop

“Yer first meal of the day. Enjoy lamb chops. ~” his face flushed with yours, though he seemed to be more intense about it. You took a bite of your food, the burger meat itself was juicy, the yolk of the egg spilled along with the juice, infusing together. It. Tasted. Amazing.

His cooking never seemed to fail to surprise you! You continuously thanked bob for this heavenly meal. His smile widen every single time you praised his work. Drool creeping from his mouth.

“You hungry or something?” You giggled at your lil joke. He tilted his head slightly, his hand holding the other while his elbows rested in the table.

“No. Just happy you like your meal.” He cooed.

This one was a bit long. I kinda trailed off at the end. You

[gardenerian]

ian brought a little leaf in from the garden and put it on their kitty's head. little kitty has just been walking around with a lil sprout sticking out of it's fuzzy noggin. until mickey comes home and he sort of just stares like 😳🤨😐 and the kitty is all 😸🌱 and ian is all 😌🥰 "mick, we've got a new sprout... can you... be-leaf it.... mick?"...... "😐😐😐 i'm filing for divorce and taking the cat with me"

https://tiktoksthataregood-ish.tumblr.com/post/670474552129847296

we’ve got…….. a new sprout 🥺 be-leaf it 😭 i hate him more than anything i love him forever ALSO that kitty omg the little squeaky sound! i’m in love. do you think sebastian would let me try this? i’ll have to report back.

later mickey is holding kitty like “i’m so sorry he did that to you, i would NEVER put PLANTS on your HEAD for my own AMUSEMENT you did look super fuckin cute though but don’t tell ian i said that 🙄”

[curious-menace]

How about a fluff/cute hc of Riddlers when his s/o is petting their head for comfort?

heck yea gimmie all that fluffy shit

arkham riddler

he is like a frightened animal, his first instinct in anything new is to PANIC. 

he thinks its patronising but like...its nice so he’s not complaining.

poor man is so freaking touch starved he might actually whimper if his s/o touched him so nicely.

when he realises its safe he leans into it. like REALLY leans into it. give him scalp scritches and he’ll be there for hours. stroke his hair and back and he will fall asleep in like 3 minutes. 

blacklight riddler

you know that lil 4 pannel comic of a black cat getting head pats but when it ends it grabs its owners hand and puts it back on its head? thats blacklight riddler.

NO LEAVE. ONLY PAT.

he has REALLY soft hair and he loves having it played with. its shaved on one side and a little long on the other so he loves having his head patted and caressed while you brush his hair or plait it or something. 

he likes head pats with a side of face cupping. like put one hand on his head to start and slide it down his cheek to squidge his lil face.

btas riddler 

im sorry but no. he just wont let you. he’ll physically hold his hat over his head so you cant pat him.

im really not sure why he hates it so much. he likes having his face stroked, he likes you patting his shoulders and back rubs. but for some reason the head is off limits.

he will accept forehead kisses however

he will also let you push his hair out of his face. sometimes that little curl at the top of his head just falls down. sometimes its because of the hat, sometimes just wear from being hair sprayed up all day. 

original riddler

i mean. hes like 6ft3 so good freaking luck. 

hes not adversed to them but he’s really not used to things touching his head unless its like. low ceilings. or batarangs. 

his hair is really short usually, it feels nice and fuzzy wuzzy when you pat it. freshly cut its kinda sharp so dont hurt yourself. 

he hums a lot when you do things like pat his head or stroke his back. i wouldnt say it sends him to sleep but he does really enjoy it for relaxing.

telltale riddler

no! stop that at once...actually wait ,come back, ive changed my mind i like it. 

im not going to lie, he does find it patronising. but you look so cute doing it and it gives him a chance to get in close and wrap his arms around you for a hug.

he prefers if you do it in private. not only does he hate people seeing him vulnerable like that, he doesnt like it when his hair is messy in public. inside, you can give him a cow lick for all he cares. 

he likes hugs with head pats. like let him snuggle against your chest, you can drape one arm around his back and have another on his head and he can just chill.

zero year riddler

demands head pats. like all the damn time, at least once a day. better praise him while you're at it.

he really likes scalp and head massages. maybe use one of those conditioning hair masks or some massage oil to smooth things out? it can be sore on your hands to have them run through hair constantly

all this head patting and hair touching has made his hair exceptionally shiny and soft but also pretty greasy too. maybe its for the best he keeps it under a hat all the time.

he likes you to kiss the nape of his neck when you're giving him head rubs. it gives him those nice little asmr like tingles. 

HEY SO SORRY BLUE. I WANTED TO WRITE MORE BUT IM TRYING HARD TO LIMIT MYSELF SO I DONT BURN OUT.

im sure i have more rattling around the ole noggin but they’ll have to stay there for now. as unhappy as it makes me to limit myself i dont want to get sick of this because im spending all my time doing this and nothing else T-T

i hope thats ok 

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

[ahkaahshi]

jujutsu kaisen x off-duty looks [hcs] pt. 2

characters: inumaki toge, kamo noritoshi, miwa kasumi, fushiguro megumi

genre: freeform

warning(s): probably swearing idk

overview: another analysis of more jjk characters and how they might dress off the clock!

notes: it’s the part 2 that nobody asked for but I made anyway! tagging: my fellow fashion queens @wasabito​, @mi-yams​, and @softkuna​, as well as my fav inumaki stan @inum4ki​, the loml who listens to me rant about how much I love noritoshi (and many, many more) on the daily @ackerhoe​, and my other jjk babies @aloeechan​ and @3rdgymbros​!

PART 1 ⭐︎ you are here ⭐︎ PART 3

INUMAKI TOGE -> limits his vocab but not his range

inumaki is the master of skillful layering. since he can’t express himself verbally he likes to do so with his outfits instead and let his clothes speak for him! he loves experimenting with colors/patterns and textiles by throwing on a silky button up with a chunky knit sweater or wearing a fuzzy turtleneck under a denim jacket. and even though it’s all completely intentional, it never really appears that way, and that’s exactly how he likes it! usually finishes off his look with a pair of chelsea style boots of some description and maybe a beanie to keep his noggin toasty if it’s chilly or if he just feels more like keeping to himself on a given day. he’s like the unspoken fashionista amongst his peers, and maki, panda, and yuuta are often lying in wait, seeing what outfit he steps out in for the day so they can take notes.

featured designers: uniforme paris, ami, isabel marant, aimé leon dore, bottega veneta, staffonly studio 

MIWA KASUMI -> these looks were made for chasing a bag, not a man

miwa is an effortlessly chic vision. she embraces a more androgynous style with baggier silhouettes and more traditionally masculine pieces that she spruces up. she’s very much a fan of wearing button up shirts and trousers, but giving them an edgier twist with utility belts or throwing a graphic tee to contrast the more mature nature of her fits. color is also a fun concept that she enjoys experimenting with and will break up the dark or neutral shades of her outfits with bright yellows, greens, blues, or oranges just because she can. it’s her way of commanding the attention she deserves! and as if her look wasn’t elevated enough already, she literally takes it to the next level with platform boots that are 100% made for stompin on cursed spirits (or anyone who decides they need an ass beating) 😤 nobody else knows aside from mechamaru/koukichi, but miwa and noritoshi often end up having photoshoots together to show off their looks since they can vibe with each other’s similar senses of style. koukichi only knows because he’s the one who takes said photos.

featured designers: margaret howell, virgil abloh/off-white, lemaire, maison margiela, stella mccartney

KAMO NORITOSHI -> people wear just one shirt? couldn’t be him

noritoshi is another king who values movement without restriction! like inumaki, he also enjoys layering, but often with the same silhouette or style, just a different color. the long sleeve under short sleeve trend? he’s all over it and he can work it! he loves a strong color block and, while he often favors more neutral or muted colors, enjoys tossing a shock of something else into the mix, whether it’s in his base layer, top layer, pants, or shoes. the man is a shoe collector and has a secret stash of high end kicks that only miwa knows about (since she wouldn’t leave him alone after witnessing him meeting up with other sneaker collectors to close a deal), so he has no issue with being a little extra in terms of his footwear--and he will be extra. and if that wasn’t enough he just casually accessorizes with some bling, like a chain bracelet or maybe a single ring since he’s edgy like that. he regrets it though when he suddenly has to use his cursed technique and ends up with that metal to knuckle action. does he stop wearing the ring though? no!

featured designers: robert geller, jacquemus, valentino, rick owens

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI -> always cool, never cold

megumi has this power to make any sweater look good (really not surprising given how cute he is), which is great, since they’re about 90% of his wardrobe! like the others, he enjoys an easy, effortless look. the only difference, though, is that his look actually is effortless because he literally doesn’t think about it. he sees a sweater and he wears. he sees comfy silk pants and he wears. he sees shoes that fit his personal aesthetic and don’t hurt his feet and he wears. overall, though, he favors neutral colors and simple silhouettes: a sweater, pants, and running shoes/sneakers are really all he needs to feel complete, as well as a lil crossbody bag or waist pack of some description not because they’re fashionable but because they’re ✨functional✨ of course! he always ends up being the one who carries everyone’s things, especially gojou’s, since he’s basically a child and always needs someone to hold his stuff anyway while he gets into mischief (if nanami’s not there, then the baton is automatically passed to poor gumi), and yuuji and nobara are usually right there with him, so megumi gets stuck with his hands full and his bag overflowing

featured designers: dior, nike, acronym, jacquemus 

[killemwithkawaii]

SEMPAI my sally face mask( Prosthetic.??) Came in today and I am so excited. Im not really one to cosplay or anything but i just.... Love the mask. Idk i just wanted to tell you fjfkfjkd (and now i have a LOT of juicy new ideas/hcs forming in my head about sally's prosthetic 😈)

>Oooooh so exciting!! Even if you don't plan on wearing it, it's still nice to have an item like that to give you those warm fuzzy f/o feels 💕 (I have a Sal mask, a few black sweatshirts and some shirts I bought with him in mind that I like to pretend I stole from him c:)

>Ohoho the hc potential with Sals prosthetic is... daunting (but still very sexy). I'd love to know what devious ideas you've been cooking up in that lovesick noggin of yours, anon! (Maybe then I'll share a few of my own~) >:3c

>You came to the right place to gush! Thank you for sending this ask in 💕 (Consider this your senpai-approved pass to go give your new mask a lil kith, if the urge happens to arise 💋💋💋 🎫 UwU)

[copperbora]

Potentially unwanted sidenote: a process is a nubbin of bone which sticks out from a larger bone to which muscle attaches. (It's a muscle anchor!) If you feel up the hind foot of a domestic cat you'll find such a nubbin, like a mildly pointy bone bit. (I don't have access to a cat right now being out and about town but it's this nubby bit close to the hock/ankle aka tarsus on the metatarsel. If you are feeling up your cat's footy for it please also give them a scritch behind their fuzzy lil' ears for me. I will be promptly feeling up my own cats' metatarsel processes upon returning home later of course (then kissing them on their noggins.))

having a husband who is a forensic science student who does nothing but study skeletons all day is ridiculous because we were in the middle of doing...adult....stuff....and he suddenly just grabbed my head and said "oh my god, you know you've got a healed skull fracture here?!" like WHAT do you MEAN I have a HEALED SKULL FRACTURE???