#he’s more skrunkly than any man could hope to be

[shewhoeatssand]

There are only 3 important things in the world, first one is Kaneki, second one is Tokyo and the third one is Pathetic Fallacy

[adiluv]

♡ JOHN DOE + GENERAL HCS. ˚⊹꒷

﹕₊˚ʚ❤️ɞ・[word count] 1044.

﹕₊˚ʚ🐞ɞ・[warnings] yandere character [technically; no yandere behavior demonstrated], made pretty quickly.

﹕₊˚ʚ🖤ɞ・[adi moment] ohh the skrunkly!! maybe even a scrimbo!! reader is You, btw!! hope you enjoy!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・I think that he would have partial control over the time loops, mostly creating another when he’s rejected or gets a bit too carried away with You. At the same time, I don’t believe he would be able to control the ones that occur after he manages to successfully court [read: any ending where you don’t leave him or when he loses interest in you], which threatens to drive him crazier than he already is. Especially when he can’t be exactly certain of which route you’ll go through during the next day. 

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Since he didn’t appear to have any of his scars during House Hunted, it’s basically implied that he got those scars between John Doe + and House Hunted. The creator stated that they were a kink/reminder, and I like to believe that each scar is [possibly] meant to symbolize the amount of days that he stalked You for. It might also be a representation of the amount of time loops he’s been through with You, and a way to keep himself from forgetting the situation he’s in. 

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Aside from his love [read: obsession] with You, I think that he also harbors a deep love for human culture, and human life in general. He’s spent countless hours watching human shows and movies, and listening to human music. It’s partially the reason that he enjoys watching TV so much, and he would be honored if You ever decided to watch something with him. He could honestly go on for hours about how much he loves humanity, and prepare to be bombarded with questions if you ever offer to lend him an ear. Just… make sure that you clarify that it’s a figure of expression, and that he isn’t actually supposed to take your ear.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Loves, loves, loves cuddling. Doesn’t care if he’s the big or small spoon, or if you’re doing something when he decides to curl up around you. There have been times where you’ve been working the cashier at the gas station, only for John Doe to sneak behind You and just get comfortable. It can be a bit shocking, but you’ve long gotten used to feeling the extra weight on your back. Though, it does get a bit embarrassing when a customer comes in and stares at the man behind You while you’re ringing them up. If anything, he just seems to enjoy you being flustered, so good luck getting him off.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・When the both of you are cuddling, you should also expect to feel his hair curl around you and try to pull you closer. It’s interesting to see the strands have a life of their own, and you’ve long gotten comfortable with them wrapping around you. It feels like one huge hug, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Similarly to cuddles, expect to be bombarded with kisses at any given moment. When it comes to this, he won’t actually do it in public if You aren’t comfortable, which is something that you’re pretty grateful for. It’s totally fair game when the both of you are at home, though.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Has a tendency of getting really melty whenever he’s flustered, which happens a lot. It’s just so adorable whenever You go and kiss him and offer to cuddle, or whenever You decide to hold his hand when the two of you go on dates. He really feels loved whenever it happens, and he’s ecstatic to know that you’re comfortable enough to do those things with him - especially if you’re more shy when it comes to affection.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・In the winter, he usually becomes your personal heater, with how warm he is all the time. While it used to be a trait he was self-conscious of in the past, he doesn’t mind his higher body temperature if it means that you snuggle up to him in order to keep warm. It’s not something he’d tell You directly, but it tends to be pretty obvious with the big smile and bright blush that appear on his face, as well as the various heart patterns on his clothes.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Lets You draw the designs on his t-shirts, sometimes even allowing you to suggest new ones. He’s already really happy for all of the time that you spend with him, and he’s even happier to let you have a hand with his major forms of self-expression. He would also show the designs that you helped with way more than others, even proudly bragging to people about receiving your assistance. Nobody at the gas station really seems to care that much, but he’s still happy about it.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・While he’s a huge slob, he’d be willing to try and change his habits if You really wanted him to. Cleaning his home is a daunting task, though, especially when it feels like every piece of garbage is multiplying. Even if you’re both unable to make much of a dent in the heaps of trash, he’d still be grateful that You attempted to help. If you’re still willing to give things another shot, he’d gladly go along with it. 

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Even though he can’t take a shower to get his body clean, he would get it dry-cleaned if You wanted him to. Granted, you’d definitely be getting some weird looks for bringing Doe’s lifeless faux body to the average dry cleaner, but they’d probably still take the business. It is Uncanny Valley, after all. The biggest downside [in his eyes] is that he would be stuck in his hairball form until his body was cleaned, but he was quick to find ways to make the best of it. Did you know that your work bag is the perfect size for him?

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Loves, loves, loves to be carried around in his little hairball form. Would honestly just sneak into your bag and hitch a ride wherever you’re going. You’d only actually discover he’s in there when you reach in to grab something, only to feel a slick strand of hair grab your finger and curl around it. You honestly can’t be mad, though, because he looks adorable. While there’s no customers around, You would pull him out of your bag and hold him in your hands. Needless to say, he’d be much more open to dry cleaning his faux body in the future.

[moon-fics]

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓜𝓮

Welcome, my name is Cloudy! Here are a few things about me I hope we can bond over!

I'm 19, turning 20 soon!

I'm a Virgo but I don't completely believe star sighs matter!

My favorite superhero is obviously Spider-man (Mostly TASM)

My forever celebrity crush is Andrew Garfield because he's just so skrunkly

I often write angst to vent but I love writing fluff as well

My favorite color is light purple or dark blue there is no between 😡

I love studying stars and the ocean for fun

I enjoy writing more than I should for someone majoring in something else entirely but what can I say🤩

I'm so fucking funny. That's it. I'm funny and you know it.

My bestie is Loxbbg and my certified Tumblr wife 🤢

I enjoy conversing with people so feel free to send a stupid inbox message or just a picture of cursed images

I cry like a LOT but it's because I read that stupid two-headed calf poem that TikTok shoves in my face

If I could have any power it would be shape-shifting or elemental powers

My Spider-sona is called Night-Spider and her powers are that her webs can make anyone fall asleep. However, the bigger the person the more webs she'd need to attach to them. She can also use a small amount of her webs to calm someone who is emotional. Her canon event is that her husband dies in a similar way to TASM Gwen dies.

If I could eat any food it would either be spicy chips or chicken tacos!

My favorite holiday is Halloween and this year I'll be dressing as Spider-man!

Embarrassing fact: I once bought the wrong ice cream that had peanut butter in it (I'm allergic to peanuts) and took a huge bite of peanut butter.

Fun fact: I have over 15 Funko pops!

[snapdraqons]

klavier gavin for the character headcanon ask game! :D

GUY OF ALL TIME Sexuality Headcanon: bisexual. doesn't have any kind of preference but his taste in men especially is questionable at best. Gender Headcanon: i don't think he's cis but he also doesn't really label his gender in any particular way. his official coming out tweet was "i am not a man i am not a woman i am just sexy. hope that helps xx" A ship I have with said character: klapollo (obvs) but i also enjoy a little klavquill every now and then. klapollo is funny, yes, but also sweet and emotional. klavquill is just pure chaos. both are good x A BROTP I have with said character: simon + ema. the klavier bullying squad. also trucy. she's like a weird younger sister who is also somehow 10x more normal than him. A NOTP I have with said character: aside from the obvious uhh. incestual stuff. i dont really get klavier/ema. i could see him having a thing for her but like. stop it dude shes a lesbian lol. A random headcanon: divorced parents, mum had full custody but was too busy being a girlboss ceo (derogatory) to be a good parent so kristoph helped a lot to bring him up. which is a big part of the reason why klavier didnt want to believe kris had anything to do with phoenix's disbarment or any of the murders. General Opinion over said character: my gnc af skrunkly wunkly who i enjoy putting through hell xx send me a character and I'll tell you my headcanons!

[the-rule-of-beasts]

Yet another fic that took WAY TOO LONG to finish. I hope it turned out well, but I am incapable of mustering the attention span to proofread any of my writing so,,, we once again die like men in Leshy's cabin.

Anyway, I am once again announcing my love for Leshy. My beloved- old man. Beautiful.

Also shout out to both @kakusu-shipping and @your-stoat-stands-unopposed (I hope you guys don't mind my tagging you, lemme know if you do please!!) for being the inspiration for this one. I love how both of you write Leshy and I,, he deserves to be loved, okay?? I wanted to contribute to the 'making soup for the skrunkly' vibes.

Anyway!! Here ya go!!

New Slang (Leshy x GN!Reader)

In which you share a meal with the Scrybe of Beasts.

At this point, you had a bit of a sixth sense when it came to Leshy. You had known him long enough by now to be well aware of what he needed to survive, and to know just what he needed to thrive on top of that.

Annoyingly however, Leshy himself did not seem to be aware of these facts.

For example, Leshy did not necessarily need to eat. It certainly helped, but it was not a necessity for him. What he needed was sunlight and fresh air, just like a plant. This was something Leshy tended to forget, much to your ever present concern. He spent so much of his time in the dark that it felt a wonder he hadn’t gotten seriously ill by now. You imagined the things he did eat helped with that, but it wasn’t as good as some good old fashioned time in the sun.

And as far as eating went- while he did not need to, it was one of the habits that helped him feel his best. Frustratingly, the man only ever seemed to eat raw meat. Rather bloody raw meat, at that. You would admit, you weren’t exactly sure what a Scrybe’s dietary requirements were, but you imagined that only consuming piles of raw meat of varying sizes could not be the healthiest thing for him.

And that’s where you came in- more specifically, your plan for today.

It had been a long time since you had first arrived in Leshy’s forest realm, longer than you could truly recount. You had come as a challenger, then- vying to replace him out of all the Four and to finally amass some amount of power in this world. That aspiration had not lasted very long, though- it had ended the moment you sat at Leshy’s table and played your first game with him.

Not that you had lost, no! You had actually managed to beat him fairly handily.

No, what had happened was that he had smiled.

He had smiled, rather sweetly at that, and had gently congratulated you on the good plays you had apparently made. He praised you, and expressed his gratitude for having finally met a worthy match.

And you just… didn’t have the heart to keep going after that.

So instead, you decided to settle down in his woods. You made a little home for yourself, surrounded by trees and next to the river. You could hear the waterfalls at night, along with the rustling of trees and the faint song of the wildlife. Bushes of berries grew around the walls of your tiny cottage, and you had started a tiny garden out of vegetables and fruits you had managed to forage across his lands. You were finally at peace- and you owed all of that to Leshy.

Which was perhaps one of the reasons why you were so stubborn to make sure that the man would take some actual care of himself every once in a while.

It was late morning now as you approached his cabin, a wicker basket slung over your right arm and your left hand resting on the colorful quilt that rested atop the contents. It was blessedly cool, a pleasant moisture in the air hinting at a drizzle you may be getting later in the day. You smiled, your feet crunching against dirt and undergrowth as you walked the familiar path to his door. You did not even bother to knock anymore, you knew that he did not mind you showing up unannounced, instead shouldering open the door and setting your basket down on the table next to it. You scanned the room, your eyes almost glancing over Leshy’s looming form hunched over his table. His tail gently swayed back and forth, the tip occasionally twitching and thrashing- a sign that he was deep in thought. You glanced around the room proper, taking note of the very cold hearth and the exceedingly melted candles. He had obviously been up all night, likely working on a new encounter or something. And as admirable as that work ethic was, you could not help the worried sigh that escaped you.

You quietly closed the door behind you, moving towards the Scrybe and calling his name in a gentle voice. He did not seem to notice you until you placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes coming back into focus and his head lifting from its bent position. He blinked a few times, readjusting to his surroundings before he looked down at you. You smiled as he took a second to process your presence, squeezing his arm as a smile of his own graced his features.

“Morning, Leshy,” you said, moving away from his side to examine the objects littering his table’s surface, “How long have you been up?”

He hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing and his clawed fingers tapping against one another, “I am not sure. If it is morning already, then…”

You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning your hip against the table, “You’ve been up all night, haven’t you?”

He at least had the decency to look sheepish as he nodded.

You rolled your eyes, the gesture not lacking fondness and moved to thread your hand within his. He looked at you, a tad owlishly, cocking his head to one side and allowing you to playfully tug his arm.

“Well, come on then!” You said, pulling him up from his seat and towards the door, “It’s a lovely day, and I won’t abide you sitting alone in the dark for another minute.”

“But-“

“No buts!” You snapped, grabbing your basket from its resting place and once again shouldering the door open, “You are coming outside with me, and you are going to like it! Do you understand me, young man?”

That got a chuckle out of him, a deep, velvety sound that you could never get enough of. You smiled to yourself, leading him down the beaten path and towards the spot that you had picked out just for today.

It had hit noon when you both arrived at your destination, golden sunlight streaming through the trees and flickering upon the ground like candlelight. The clearing was painted a perfect shade of green, the sound of rustling leaves and distant birdsong adding a sweet warmth to the surroundings. In the very center, overgrown with moss and vines, was a toppled tree- long overtaken by the wilderness and blending in rather well with the dense undergrowth of the area. You had thought this place rather beautiful when you had first seen it, all idealistic and golden like a painting of old. You had picked it specifically for today, deciding that this would be the perfect location for your impromptu date with the Scrybe. You smiled up at him, watching Leshy’s wonderstruck expression with a warm sort of softness. His gaze swept across the landscape, eventually settling back on you when you gave his arm a gentle tug.

“Come on,” came your soft voice, Leshy finding himself unable to do anything but to follow you to the overgrown log. He sat besides you, finding that his chest clenched and his heart stuttered when you finally removed your tiny hand from his own. It took quite a bit of effort not to simply grab it back and force you to hold his hand for the rest of the day, and he was rather impressed with his self restraint- all things considered.

You weren’t quite paying attention to Leshy’s lovestruck expression as you unfolded your colorful quilt, laying it across the grass and beginning to lay out the feast you had carefully prepared for today. Fresh bread wrapped in embroidered cloth, blackberry jam, little bowls of blueberries and raspberries, venison you had bought from the Trapper, seasoned to your liking with sage and rosemary. There was honey wine, a project you had spent nearly the whole year on, infused with elderflower and berry. You set all this out with a careful hand, stealing a glance at Leshy’s surprised face and trying hard to hide your smug smile. You had planned this day for a whole week by now, and you hoped that a good meal would serve your beloved Leshy well.

You met his eyes with an adoring smile, placing a wooden plate before him and filling an earthen mug with your honey wine, sliding it next to the plate, “Eat as much as you want!”

He did not reply for a long moment, looking over the spread with an expression that was almost… teary. He shifted slightly, an uncertain hand reaching out until it hovered just above your own. He seemed to be lost completely in thought, his eyes darting between you, the food, your hand, and then back to your face. You smiled to yourself, shaking your head fondly and making the decision for him. You leaned up up and up, taking a moment to appreciate just how tall the Scrybe was even when sitting, and cupped his cheek in your hand. He snapped out of his reverie, looking rather like a frightened fawn, his eyes wide and his lips parting ever so slightly in his surprise.

It was during times like these when you remembered just how strangely cute Leshy could be.

You gently pulled his head towards your own, pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes for a moment. It was only when you felt him finally relax in your hand that you opened them again, studying his contented expression and the fluttering of his eyelashes against his cheeks. You trailed a languid path with your thumbs, reveling in the feeling of moss and brush tickling your skin. You smiled, you did that a lot around Leshy, exhaling a breathy laugh and finally- finally doing the very thing you had wanted to do since meeting him.

You kissed him, gentle as rain and as sweet as your honey wine, your eyes closing and his form all but melting against you. Neither of you knew how long the kiss lasted, and neither of you particularly cared. It was the here and now that mattered, the dappled sunlight dancing across your tangled limbs like starlight on a crystalline lake.

Leshy did not let go of you, even after you finally managed to pull away from each other. His side pressed against yours and his long tail wrapped around your waist. He ate and drank, mumbling thanks and sweet nothings in a language that sounded like music. And when the meal was finished, when the wine was drunk and the sun had begun to paint the sky a soft and luminescent pink, he laid himself down on your lap, reveling in the feeling of your deft fingers combining through his wild hair, gently picking dead and dying foliage from the mass.

If there was ever a moment in time he would want to immortalize, he thought, it would be now. Now, with his dearest and most beloved. Here, where he was loved and cared for in a way he had never experienced before.

And you? You were more than happy to continue to care for him. He was the sun in the sky, and you would happily pluck the stars for him, move mountains, turn the very moon in the sky into a ring befitting of his beauty.

But all that could wait. For now was for soft quiet. Now was for an old love blossoming at last. Now was for an ancient song’s swelling, joyous refrain.

Now was for you and Leshy, and you would not change that for the world.

[diloph]

Here's a fairly recent one for that fandom meme:

Oban Star

blorbo: Eva Wei. She's a great protagonist with great motivation, being able to keep her identity under wraps, race in these death-defying contests, deal with her teammates and rivals, yet still manages to be a nice, compassionate person.

skrunkly: Cheating here but Eva has the cutest design. Will use this word-that-reminds-me-of-wrinkles space to mention that wise old alien, Satis. Him hiding more than he appeared to be while still being a benevolent character was a nice change, normally they turn out to be bad guys. Also appreciate that while he was a kooky old man character, he didn't overstay his welcome/become obnoxious.

scrimblo bimblo: Rush. Always a fan of big guy characters that happen to be big friendly guys too. First racer that we meet after Aikka that's not only benevolent but racing for a selfless reason, trying to restore his world. Absolutely devastated he didn't come to Oban as well, at least for moral support. Also really wanted him to punch one of the two Crog racers just because they needed taking down a peg or two, just once.

glup shitto: Muir. Much like Rush, he turns out to be one of the more benevolent racers, albeit not at first encounter or glance. Also fills Rush's niche of big guy but instead of big friendly, he's big monster. Trying to resurrect his lost mate is a cool, but sad parallel to Eva's own quest to bring back her mother and the fact that this sad spider crab leaves the Oban races before the final by overhearing that the Avatar cannot grant his wish, is a real heart-breaker. Glad he managed to survive the finale though.

honourable glup shittos: The two or three Crogs in the Crog senate/parliament/debating chamber who weren't all about conquest, calling for contingency plans, at least taking a break from their marching forth to conquer and the defense of their people. Having them appear in a similar scene as Xenophobic President Rhinox, contrasting against his "I had to do it you see! Aliens, you can't trust them!" speech later on, really help to make the Crogs appear as a race of people, rather than cardboard cutout villains.

poor little meow meow: Don Wei. Having a nuanced, flawed parental figure is one thing, but I wasn't expecting to get so invested into how much he screwed up when it came to how he treated his daughter. I was hanging on every confrontation where it looked like Eva would tell him or he would figure it out, so when the dam finally burst, it was incredibly rewarding to see all the pain and melancholy that came about as a result come straight to the surface. Especially as Eva was allowed to really call him out for it, on his attitude and neglect, which I'd imagine at least let them work towards their happier ending later on.

Horse Plinko: Jordan C. Wilde. Sorry, buddy, I just didn't mesh with you at all! From your constant "grr aliens" (against the Crogs and Aikka, who seemed to be an ally to them rather than a press-ganged prince, it was a little understandable, against every other alien was a little hmm) in a universe where Earth DOES have alien allies and friends, to your late-game hitting on Eva when you rarely listened to her or actively contributed to screwing up her racing strategies, Jordan just wasn't the support character I think Eva needed. Appreciate your sacrifice and hope becoming the Avatar makes you a better person, because just watching the show alone didn't give me much to care about ya.

eeby-deeby: Sul. Godlike power, godlike arrogance, flat character. Racing because he could and would land with himself with even more power, yet none of the will to use it. Despite having already great power, he doesn't do anything with it that I'm aware of, never making any difference to the universe other than bolstering his own ego. I think he'd have made a better villain than simply another racer. Somehow, he even made the Super Hell Chozo Canaletto look good, considering that he, of all characters, wasn't even half as condescending to Eva despite manipulating her entire life and her like a puppet.

honourable lord of eeby-deeby: Canaletto, rightfully on his throne in super hell because, quite frankly, he's a magnificent example of a baddie and should probably be in the bad place to begin with. Who knows, with all the talk of Oban getting a second season revival, maybe death is but a doorway, time to the Timeless One is but a window and he'll be back.