#i am so unwell plz

[flyolai-brainrot]

i love the bsd fandom and all the theories

[sobbing violently, covered in blood, crawling away]

[breadball]

"In a night of silence I'm settled by your sounds In a dream of quiet Contentedness surrounds ...

Delightfully exhausted Willingly this way Always yours, always yours I'll stay With you, my muse"

-My Muse by Sarah Jarosz

[fismoll7secinv]

In the intro to night vale it's said that you can listen in no specific order and just the chosen episodes but honestly? I'm enjoying the ride from the beginning so much?? Catching all the little references to the past, gradually getting to know more characters and their stories, and consistently falling in love with everything. Idk if I'd enjoy listening as much if i skipped or didn't go chronologically, i love this podcast so much, please give it a try it's so worth it

[indecisive-dizzy]

If you want to, feel free to share some Eddie and Latter ideas

I love them, they’re so lovely :3

Oh,, I have So Many,,, This is gonna be Long

Met at Howdy's birthday party (his parents, Latter, and Seeya came to visit)

They hit it off great and became pen pals! I've mentioned it before but Latter sends Eddie poems and Eddie send him paper crafts <3

They boost each other's self-esteem! They're both underappreciated and ignored and they cheer each other up

Eddie does genuinely enjoy Latter's poetry. Does he get it? Not completely, but he knows Latter is proud of his work!

Big literature and theatre nerds. I specifically believe they've had at least one Long Indepth conversation about Frankenstein.

Similarly! Theatre kids. Eddie was mostly in the costume and set/prop department while Latter thrived in the Drama on stage

Latter tells Eddie family gossip, and Eddie brings it up when he delivers to Howdy. "How's So and so? Latter said-" You get it. Howdy Is upset lol but cant do anything bc he tells Barnaby the same gossip.

Ship Stuff <3

Latter fell first, Eddie is irresistible <3 He writes not so subtle love poems

Oh man the cuddles. I've also mentioned this before but I'm bringing it up again. Eddie's usually the one Holding in a cuddle, ya know? He's the big spoon. But Latter is like twice his size, with 3x the arms and Wings.

Eddie gets to little spoon and be held/carried and he is flabbergasted but loving every second. Latter can lift him quite easily and That's Definitely New to Eddie. He doesn't know what to do with himself when Latter carries him.

Latter adores holding Eddie, and is greatly amused when he gets flustered.

Side hc to go w/ above! I hc Latter is pathetic in public but is actually very chill when not seeking the approval the others. Like at home he's just vibing! He's still not the most confident butterfly, but he has his moments! He's a Pillar after all and one of many family traits is Confidence.

[wheelerboi]

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“I thought you wanted nothing to do with the gossip, Red?” Eddie glares at her.

During her first few days here, Max had made it clear she didn’t want to hear a word of what criminal spree anyone had planned. It always keeps her up at night, and all she can think about is the way people casually talk about stabbing people in the gut around here.

But just last night, she heard someone say something that sounded dangerously close to the name ‘Wheeler’, and she needs to be sure it was something else. It probably is. The other night, a group of guys dragged some poor schmuck with a bag over his head to the back room, and the way he screamed sounded like that one guy from biology when he accidentally touched the frog they were dissecting.

It definitely wasn’t, but the idea that it totally could’ve been made her feel cold. She thinks it’s the lack of sunlight in here. It’s making her paranoid.

“Call it curiosity,” Max glares back at him and hopes the unnerved chill in her spine isn’t translated by her face.

“You know that’s killed a couple of cats, right?” Eddie counters with a shit-eating grin...

—🕷—

MAX POV?? MIKE'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ACTUALLY ISN'T EVEN A SECRET??? WILL BYERS HAS AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN???? DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT, YOUR BESTFRIEND IS GAY?????

And for anybody asking if a certain two people kiss—IDK WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT? IDEK WHAT KISSING IS WHO THE HECK IS KISSING IN THIS CHAPTER BC I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!! 🤥

hehe CHAPTER EIGHT IS FINALLY FUKIN OUT NOW!!!

[apparitionalprincess]

“How have you not seen [insert show/movie]?”

You do not understand that I become enthralled in that silly little world and it will consume me.

[pillow-anime-talk]

I meant nsfw 41 and hades with fem plz

Sry about that

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; romance; smut; goddess!reader; a bit of ooc!hades; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex, vanilla sex, sex on deck, in clothes, praise kink, body worship, wet kisses, pet names

includes: female reader ft. hades {ror}

author’s note: hades, my beloved

41. “Of course. I am yours. Only yours.”

You were in the middle of reading the fifth volume of novels written by Erato – the Greek Muse who specialized in romantic poetry. Her books were some of the best you’ve ever read; they always had the same strong effect on your mind, soul and body, causing tons of blushes, smiles, and sometimes tears of various emotions. But after a few more minutes, you put the tome down on the table next to your huge chair covered with sheepskin, then stretched your muscles with a quiet grunt. You decided to leave the enormous bedroom smelling of roses and silk, and then walked a dozen more steps to finally find yourself in your husband’s office.

The room was dim, and the only light that fell on the wall was there thanks to several candles placed on special, high metal stands. The room smelled of clean paper, pen ink and perfume your partner had used for hundreds of years. With a smile and love in your eyes, you looked at the tall god sitting in the middle of the room by the desk and then said ‘Hello’ to him. Hades just nodded with a soft smirk, and after a short second he invited you closer. You took pride of place on his massive thighs.

“What’s wrong, my Queen? Are you feeling unwell or hungry?” He asked, bringing his face closer to you, then leaned against your shoulder, inhaling the pleasant scent of floral perfume. Your presence gave the Underworld many colors, sounds and smells.

“I just missed you.” You answered honestly, pushing your back tighter into the man’s warm chest. “Is it wrong or indecent? My Lord?” You asked, turning slightly to face him. Your cheeks were rosy and your voice sounded like birds singing in the morning. There was an amused glint in your eyes, and your hands were warm and smooth. The pen that had been in the dominant hand of the King of Death hit the oak wood, and its owner brought your body much closer to his; this time Hades’s hands didn’t touch the papers but your hips. “Oh?”

You were the Goddess of Lust, Fertility and Family Harmony. So it was obvious that your dear husband always warmly received your not so obvious gestures or requests. You were extremely beautiful and incredibly intelligent; your person could easily compete in beauty with Aphrodite, Apollo or Eros.

“You always show up when I miss you the most and want you the most...” He whispered again, gently kissing your earlobe. “Are you doing this on purpose, my dearest?” He asked lightly amused, and you merely twisted your body so that you could look at the face of the God of the Netherworld in his full glory.

“I just feel your thoughts, Hades.” You replied, allowing the two of you to kiss after a short while. The touch of his hands was gentle, peaceful. Yours, on the other hand, is a bit more greedy and self-confident, so you decided to undo the buttons on his maroon shirt. Visible abdominal muscles caused another pretty blush on your nose, and you only brought your hips closer to the massive crotch. “Can we do it here?” You asked, looking out of the corner of your eye at the dark desk.

Hades would never refuse his Queen. He quickly pushed aside the documents that are worth nothing to him at the moment, and then tenderly placed your body in the middle. He pushed your legs apart in one move, placing himself between your soft thighs. Another kiss – a little harder and longer – led to your underwear being pushed to the side. After a short second, between the next dozen of kisses, your husband lowered his pants and underwear, and his wet cock touched your pussy.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He asked softly, touching his forehead to yours. You nodded confidently.

“Of course. I am yours. Only yours.” You replied, sighing a bit as you felt a pleasant warmth between your legs. “H-Hades.” A meek moan escaped your lips as his hips moved for the first time. Soft, yet strong and deep.

“You are perfect.” He said, catching your hips in a tight grasp one more time. “The most beautiful, the sweetest. I love your body and lips. My precious Queen.”

A lovely smile appeared on your face as Hades sped up and you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist. Light bites, firm grips on your body, deep breaths.

This moment could last forever for the two of you.

[onaccountofanabsence]

noah’s hand measurements!

this is a very weird post!!! i know that! a bit creep de la creep am i right?! but OH WELL this is very important research. noah if you see this, don't think i'm weird or be creeped out. i'm sorry... ok i'm not sorry it’s your fault for being BUILT LIKE THIS MMMMMM

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i wanted to show a couple examples for accuracy:

can width = 6.6 cm / 2.6 inches

and if we look at his middle finger. this is the length of just over half of his middle finger

i asked my friend to measure the width of his guitar, and he told me it was 5cm. BUT google tells me that the standard size is 5.2cm / 2.05 inches. so if we add around 1cm to account for the rest of his finger hanging off the top, i would say that this gives us the length of the two top parts of noah’s index finger. so the two top parts equal 6.2cm / 2.4 inches

these are my friends hands - she very kindly took these photos with her xbox controller for me hehe. she is 5’4’’ for reference. you can really see the size difference here…. RAAAAH

iphone x (max lets be real) width = 7.7cm / 3.05 inches

record height = 31.43cm / 12.38 inches

his hand takes up 3/5 of this (i did some reverse engineering on picsart, that is an accurate fraction…) but his hand is a little bent and hangs off the bottom so it is a little more than this. i will add another 2cm to account for this!

so noah's hand plus index finger = 20.89cm / 8.22 inches

can width = 6.35cm / 2.5 inches

can length = 17.02cm / 6.7 inches

noah's index finger is 3/5 of the length (using picsart again)

meaning noah's index finger is 10.21cm / 4.02 inches

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obviously this is just for fun and all my findings are approximate - i might have calculated some things wrong, but i hope you like my post anyway teehee

☻

if you blocked me pretend you didn't see this post... i don't want you looking at my hard work. you don't deserve it! yes, even you the random will ramos blog who blocked me. i love lorna so wtf is up with that?! will would think you're a LOSER just saying. i bet YOU don't have a selfie with him!! I DO SUCKER

p.s sorry for my absence (ha ha ha) my dog has been unwell!!

enjoy LOL @gh0stfacegf @pathion @broken0mens

NOAH PLZ DON'T HATE ME (cry emoji)

[technicallymaximumkitty]

Ok so @mooncalf87 brought up the fact that snakes go blind when they shed and me being mentally unwell had to make a fluffy found family sick fic about it sooooooooooo-

(i am so weak for the trope) 

(warning I know nothing about snakes and don’t have anything factually right about snakes and snake shedding in the fic, herpetologists plz don’t get mad)

(also this fic looong you have been warned) 

It has been a while since Sir Pentious joined the Hazbin Hotel. Long enough that he would consider the other residents his friends, and they would consider him their friend as well. It was nice, having friends, real friends and not little eggs he programmed to be his company. However, having friends means they also grow concerned about you when you act differently, the Egg Bois believed anything he said for better or worse. The others? Wouldn't take his word if he wasn't convincing enough. 

******** 

It started about three days ago when he woke up, his bed was peppered with loose scales like a sesame seed bagel. Pentious groaned to himself, shedding season was awful on Pentious. On his airship it would be two weeks of scales, scales, and more scales everywhere he went. His skin grew sensitive, his skin bruised and cut easily, and it was another week of cleaning after he was well again, those buggers getting stuck anywhere and everywhere. The worst part was the three to five days where he basically went blind. He would curl up in a nest of pillows and blankets and not leave until his vision unclouded, relying on his Egg Bois to help him with almost everything. Pentious swears that his spacial awareness gets worse during that time, points where the Egg Bois would have to spoon feed him as it was impossible for Pentious to get the spoon towards his mouth without nearly poking his eye out. 

Sir Pentious stiffened up as it dawned on him, this wasn't his airship. This was the Hazbin Hotel. There were other people he had to think about. Shedding ment anywhere he went he would knock off loose scales, the action of moving would leave scales in his wake. Sharing living quarters meant he couldn't leave them lying around till he felt up to cleaning them. Now he believed that Niffty would be thrilled at the idea of cleaning up such a mess, however Vaggie was incredibly strict on making sure everyone cleaned up after themselves no matter how big or small said mess would be. 

Whatever, it was the early days of the shed perhaps he could get away with it. The night prior his Egg Bois left one of his many identical suits, freshly pressed, draped across his vanity. Quickly changing into his suit he cringed at the scales that fell from his nightgown and sleeping cap. He always had some sort of scales stuck in his hat, it wasn't enough of a punishment having to shed around eight times a year, no, his scales on his frill also acted like dandruff. The loose scale falling off occasionally. It still haunts him the time he saw Niffty eat one of those dandruff scales, no second thought just, chomp. It’s really best not to think about what that little maid does, well anything really. 

“Hello mr.boss man! When did the bed get sprinkles?” one of the Egg Bois piped up as they toddled towards him. Pentious gripped the non existing bridge of his nose, stupid, stupid Egg Boi. 

“You do this every time I swear.” he grumbled, mostly to himself as he adjusted his top hat as it was the most important part of his outfit. Thank you very much. Eyeing the Eggies through the mirror as they dressed themselves for the morning (he would need to help them with buttons later) He nearly choked in disgust. There sat one of the Eggies holding a rather shiny scale close to his lips.

“No! No! Don’t fu**ing eat it!” he shrieked. The egg blinked once or twice before lowering it back onto the bed. Pentious grumbled to himself, stimming with his bowtie. Better than them eating it. How those things could help build ray guns but forget how to tie their shoes is beyond him.

That day he played it like it was nothing, best he could. Considering how awkward he was already, it worked in his favor. The day was a lazy Saturday which worked in his favor, no activities, no group bonding, just him and his Eggies locked in his airship’s workshop building to his heart's content. Everyone knew better than to try to find him on Saturdays. First and last time that happened Alastor got his jacket stuck in one of the gears of his latest project. If not for Charlie he would have been beaten an inch within of his afterlife. Now it was mandatory to plaster the door of his workshop with OSHA compliant warnings. 

He worked the day away tinkering on this and that actively avoiding interacting with others and having his Eggies run around gathering the scattered scales. He had to cut his tinkering to nine PM as that was curfew and he did not need a cranky Angel Dust breathing down his back because his “steampunk bull**it was the loudest kind of banging he ever heard” Pentious had half the mind to presume it was some sort of innuendo. 

Two days later the hotel was seeing less of him and more scales decorated Pentious’s sheets now moving up to his pillowcase as well. It did cross his mind to just tell everyone what was going on, but should he? He honestly didn't want anyone to worry about him, or worse, get freaked out or grossed out by such a thing. First time he was shedding he threw up in pure disgust, his skin was peeling off his body for crying out loud! And that was his reaction to himself, considering how colorful the others were, he would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about their reactions. 

The edge of his frill was now a raw pink, almost all the scales gone from it, patches of pink covering his face and lower neck there were even some red flecks from the now broken skin. Some of his sheds took the entire two weeks, and some, like this particular shed, took about one week. It was a blessing and a curse as he didn't need to hide himself longer but he looked like he crawled out of his own grave with how fast the scales were falling.

“Jussst peachy.” he spat to himself how was he going to face the others looking like his own face melted off? Thing was he could not. Make-up, the usual go to, would upset his sensitive skin; it would sting worse than rubbing alcohol on a cut. Biting his lower lip, Pentious paced back and forth.

“Think da** you, think!” he hissed to himself, some genius he was, why was he drawing a blank? He had to come up with something! Anything! 

That day he locked his door. Hiding was the only option. He knew it would be a fruitless endeavor, Charlie would chase anyone down if they were fifteen minutes late to breakfast, no way in Hell would she let him hole up in his room for a week. Curling up back into bed he hissed as the old scales dug into his exposed skin. He should have asked the Egg Bois to clean his bed, too late now. He wasn't going to get up, he made his bed and he was going to lie in it! 

“Boss man, it’s morning time!” an Eggie chimed up, shaking his shoulder a bit. Pentious growled tossing himself to face the other side of his bed.

“Not now, Eggie. ‘M not waking up.” he grumbled pulling his blanket over his face. Maybe if he did so he could just disappear for a few days.

“But boss man is already awake!” the egg nodded.

“How obssservant of you.” Pentious rolled his eyes, “jussst leave me alone.”

He didn't need to turn around to know his eggs were congregating, rubbing their collective three brain cells together trying to come up with what to do. Their boss man was obviously sick, they needed to do something! This time Pentious couldn't fault them for their confusion, dare he say, he was just confused as them. Hell truly has frozen over.

******** 

Charlie was catching onto Sir Pentious. He was becoming more and more distant each day barely making it to group activities and trying to skip out on meal times. She did not like it one bit, growing concerned over the snake’s activity. 

She knocked on his door, once, twice, thrice. Without an answer she was growing more concerned. 

“Pentious? It’s me Charlie, is everything alright?” 

“. . .”

“Pentious? Pen please, is everything alright?” 

“. . .”

The door swung open revealing one of the Egg Bois who smiled and waved at her “Hello!” Charlie let out a small sigh of relief.

“Hello there, is Pentious in there?” she asked, gesturing inside the room.

“Oh boss man insent takeing any visitors right now!” 

“Can I ask why?” 

“Boss man is shedding right now!” The egg nodded curtly. 

“Shedding?”

“Shedding.” the egg nodded. 

******** 

Pentious woke up from his nap uneased. Someone was in his room, he could feel it. And feeling was the only thing he could do, his eyes had clouded over to the point he couldn't see jack.

Footsteps, he definitely heard footsteps. “who goesss there?” he stiffened up, he locked the door didn't he? 

“Pentious it’s me.” ok he knew that voice. It was Charlie, she owned the hotel no doubt she probably could access a locked room. That did very little to ease his worry, but little was better than nothing.

“Pentious are you alright?” she asked, the question being accommodated by a dip in the bed. 

******** 

Sir Pentious looked at Charlie’s general direction, his once magenta eyes a glassy blue.

“What are you doing here misss Charlotte?” he was on the defensive and it only caused Charlie to become more upset, they were friends right? Why was he so scared of her?

“I came to check up on you, you disappeared there and I was growing worried.” 

“Worried, yesss I, I can sssee how one would grow worried yesss.” Pentious rang his hands, fidgeting the best he could with the lack of bowtie. Charlie reached her hand out gently cupping Sir Pentious’s face. He jumped back startled.

“Pentious your acting a bit strange. What’s going on?” 

“I, I guess I have nothing to hide now.” he sighed. He could admit he was more than grateful with how gentle Charlie was acting. The way she treated him with comfort instead of disgust was something he didn't know he needed until now.

“Yesss im sssheding. It’sss normal for me but, I wassss nervousss about how you and the othersss would react.”

“So that’s why you tried to avoid us.”

Pentious nodded, gently sinking his face into Charlie’s hands. “It’sss rather embarrasssing.”

“Would it be rude of me to ask you something?”

“I don’t sssupossse ssso.” 

“Why are your eyes like that? Is that apart of the shedding?” 

Pentious sighed, “yesss. It isss.” 

“You can't see right now?”

“No I can’t.” Pentious curled up back into his makeshift nest. “it will passs do not fret, one weeksss time and i ssshall be right asss rain.” 

He could feel Charlie get up from the bed, she probably walked away now. Charlie has already done so much to help him already it would be selfish of him to ask for me, especially since he's done this many, many, many times before. And it’s not like he lied to her either. He nestled himself into his blanket nest. Maybe he would ask one of the eggs to fetch him a book later (he had learned how to read braille for such occasions) but for now, he would get more sleep. 

******** 

The next time Pentious woke up he could tell the sun was up high in the sky. Was it a bad thing that he basically slept until noon? Maybe. He stretched himself, getting the excess sleep out of his system. 

“Holy sh** you can unlock your jaw, that far?” 

Pentious jumped back in shock smacking his head into the headboard. How did angel dust get into his quarters? 

“Oof right, my bad i forgot you can't see” 

“What in the nine realmsss are you doing?” 

“Hey man, i don’t want to be here either but Charlie put me on babysitting duty, so like, you're stuck with me now big boy.” Angel Dust sat on the bed next to Pentious, the bed dipping under.

“You don’t have to ssstick around you know. I'm not a child.” Pentious curled onto himself. Shedding was his most vulnerable time and he knew Angel, he wasn't the kindest of people. Angel noticed the snake’s recoil.

“Relax toots I ain’t gonna hurt you, I know where you're coming from.” 

“”You ssshed to?” Pentious didn't bother looking up at Angel, he wouldn't make eye contact even if he wanted to, which, dollars for doughnuts, he didn't. 

“Well when spiders do it it’s called molting but ya. I shed. It’s a fu**ing nightmare, i lose so much fur you could make another me outta’ll those hairballs.” Angel chuckled. It was true, he mottled around four times a year and he showered at least three times a day during that time to try and keep his fur at bay. First time he molded he would have sworn up and down he was dying of some sort of disease. “Oh god I probably got some creepy fans that made dolls outta my old molt.” 

Pentious couldn't help but chuckle at that statement. By all accounts it would be horrifying, a hair doll, but the premise was also so absurd it was humorous.

“He, glad you think it’s funny.” Angel swung his legs so that he was now fully sitting on the bed and not just its edge. 

“You're sitting on the bed?”

“Where else would I be? On the floor? Pfft I'm way too classy for that.” Angel reclined himself making himself comfortable before slinging an arm over Pentious. After the initial recoil of the unexpected touch Pentious leaned into the hug. It felt really nice actually the warmth of another person in his time of unwell. A small coo like hiss came from his throat in a way that could only be described as content.  

“Ohh you like cuddles now do you?” Angel teased pulling himself closer to Pentious in a way where Pentious was leaning his head on Angel’s shoulder.

“Yesss i sssupossse ssso.”

“Aww don’t be such a tease, you like it.” Angle giggled as Pentious nuzzled himself into Angel’s shoulders. 

“I feel sssafe, for sssome reassson.” mumbled Pentious. Not to purple his pros but the hug felt like a rock of which a boat was tied to. Anchored so the boat wouldn't drift into the sea. 

“He, the first time someone said that to me.” Angel shook his head before petting behind Pentious’s frill. 

******** 

after dinner charlie made her way to Pentious's room.

"Pentious?"

"oh yes, good evening Charlotte" he smiled closing his braille copy of paradise lost.

"I baught dinner for you."

"oh, thank you I'm very grateful." he smiled. he could smell it from where he sat, Alastor defenalty had free range in the kitchen.

Charlie handed it to him and with uncertain hands he was able to grab the bowl, only getting his thumb into the gumbo. He gave a shaky smile holding the bowl in a near death grip.

Charlie noticed the uncertainty Sir Pentious had with the bowl "is everything alright?"

"I, I'm afraid I am a bit consered on how I shall eat it." he did not want to spill it on himself, especially since he could feel the heat radiating off of it.

The bed dipped under the weight of Charlie as she sat down. "If you're ok with it, could I help you?" Pentious was taken aback, she would be willing to do that for him?

Charlie grabbed a spoonful for him gently pressing the spoon to his lips he accepted the spoonful. any other time Pentious would be embarrassed at such acting, being doted on like a child, but right now it felt nice, being cared for when he couldn't do it himself. Charlie was a lot more gentle than the Egg Bois, who would jam the spoon down his throat. first time in a long time eating during his shed was not a nightmare and rather enjoyable

********

a few days later and his eyes cleared up as well as his scales finally growing in. he cleaned up as much as he could noting that he dident have to spend the entire day cleaning up his old skin (Niffty must have found her way in his room) but what shocked him most was the response of the others. they treated it like nothing happened. he liked that. no mocking words, no insults on his appearance, no one thinking he was anymore incapable than before.

yes he liked the hotel, and its residents. he never knew the true meaning of friends until now and he was ever so grateful for them.

******** 

Might do some more I had fun writing

[uluvjay]

Valentine’s post- W. Smith

Valentine’s Day instagram edit

Will smith x Hughes sister

All pics from Pinterest!

Part two of this au!

🩷🧸🎀

Will smith

Liked by RyanLeonard, Y/nHughes, and 392,033 others

Will Smith Wishing my favorite girl the happiest of Valentines days, you’re my best friend and I’m so grateful for meeting you, your smile never fails to brighten up my day, you’re always by my side and there for me whenever I need you. I love you pretty girl🩷

User crying🥲

User I’m so unwell

Y/nHughes I’m sobbing, I love you so much🥹🩷

-> will smith I love you more

User Plz god when will it be my turn🙏🏻

User oh🥹

JackHughes good job

-> user Jack??😭😭

Y/nHughes

Liked by QuinnHughes, WillSmith, and 384,903 others

Y/nHughes Screaming happy Valentine’s Day to my boy!!! Will you’ve made me feel like the most special girl in the entire world and I couldn’t be grateful to have you in my life and get to experience a love like yours everyday. You’re loving nature an unconditional support is something I cherish and hold close, I love you Willy💌

User I AM SOBBING

User they’re the cutest ever

User 🥹🥹

WillSmith I love you the most🤍

-> Y/nHughes I think I love you more but whatever floats your boat big guy🥰

User HEY PRETTY GIRL? LOVE OF MY LIFE??? WHEN IS IT MY TURN?!!?!??

QuinnHughes now this is what we wanted to see

-> Y/nHughes Go away😀

-> LukeHughes No, i don’t think we will❤️

[monsterfloofs]

Can I request some more stories with luxe plz?

Luxe (Gender Fluid Concubus) x Reader (Sfw)

(Hello!! Thank you for this note! I am so glad you like my Luxe. Here is a little short story I whipped up because I couldn't sleep ahah! I was really sick a few weeks ago, and whenever I feel abnormal I study how I feel and think so I can more accurately portray it in writing! >:) Also, I had a dream about this little story and I typically don't get to see my characters in my dreams?? So this made me super duper extra happy AAAAAAH, and was very motivating for me to get this written! I hope you enjoy! ♡)

Feeling unwell went from sniffling and coughing one day, to having a full blown bout of sickness the next morning. Coughing and hacking so much it made your chest hurt and your head spin. Your temple throbbed and tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you drew the curtains and retreated back to bed. Rising to your feet was an undertaking. It made you dizzy, and a new wash of pain bored into your head.

There was no way you could go to work today. Yesterday you had felt the sickness creeping up on you, but the signs were manageable and kept working. After all, the castle was a busy place, and there was much to be done. Still, you hadn't expected to be knocked down so fast the next day. You reached for the mirror at your bedside. Blinking slowly as the soft glow made you squint your eyes. Drawing your finger across the surface, which rippled softly at your touch.

"Send a message to Luxe. . . Tell them that I won't be able to help them today.." Of course this is when a tickle rises in your throat and you cough to try and clear it. For a solid moment all you can do is cough, whatever upset your throat refused to be soothed. You couldn't cough deep enough, but the tickle managed to subside for you to rasp out.

"I'm sorry, I got sick. I just am not feeling good enough today." You ended the message with a swipe of your finger, then put the mirror face down on the table. You blow your nose with a tissue before rolling over in bed, pulling the covers over your head in an attempt to block out as much light as you can. The afternoon was spent in and out of consciousness, with the waste paper basket and night stand filling up with balled up tissues. Between sleeping, sneezing and coughing you did little else. Everytime you woke up, you pleaded with your body to go back to sleep. Being awake just felt too taxing, you had tried reading but the words floated off the page and it hurt your eyes to keep them open for too long.

Between sleeping you startle awake to a knock at your door. Hastily rubbing your eyes as a figure peeks around the corner at you.

"Did I wake you up?"

"It's okay," The words slither out in a slur between chapped lips. As Luxe tentatively steps inside, carrying a tray of soup.

"Oh darling, you look miserable."

"I feel mis. . . miserable" You agreed weakly. You blink slowly, and in between your eyes opening and closing Luxe crossed the room. From setting the tray down to pressing a cool washcloth against your forehead. You breathe a ragged hum, managing a thank you before your body wants to cough again.

"What can I get you love? What sounds good?"

"Nothing," You whisper, Luxe's painted lips purse as you take a breath. "I just wanna sleep."

"Alright," The butler murmurs gently, "Alright love, I will let you sleep." They put a little bell onto your nightstand. "Ring this if you need anything." They command sternly, and you nod your eyes refusing to stay open any longer.

It was only when you were drifting in and out of consciousness again, throwing blankets on and off between being too hot and too cold that you realized they referred to you as 'love'. Your brain was a little too sluggish to make much sense of the new term of endearment. Nevertheless, the name made you feel both cared for and guilty. They had stopped in the midst of their busy schedule to make you food you hadn't eaten. You tried some of the soup, which to your surprise was still hot. The warm liquid felt soothing to your throat. From a glance you could see vegetables and chicken floating in the broth. It should have been delicious but you just couldn't taste it, and found your stomach rejecting the soup after a few spoonfuls.

It was the middle of the night before you felt somewhat active. The headache was a dull throb behind your eyes as you slouched out of bed. Shoving tissues in your pocket as you wandered your way down the stairs. You felt groggy and out of touch, so you moved sluggishly and deliberately toward the kitchen. Watching your feet upon the stairs, clutching the hand railing tightly.

Luxe was in the kitchen, and their head jerks up, her expression rearranging into surprise as you shuffle in. "I thought I told you to ring for me,"

"It's. You're. So busy." You manage to warble out, was stringing words together always so hard? Your eyebrows push together as you wash your hands in the sink. You have to stop halfway through drying your hands to dab at your nose, which sends you back over to the sink. Unceremoniously stuffing a roll of tissue up your nose to stop the leak. Luxe lets out a soft huff, pushing back their immaculate bangs with their fingers.

"Darling, you know that you are not an imposition, don't you? You're sick for goodness sake."

You look down, running your thumb back and forth on the hand towel. Back and forth, back and forth. "Maybe." You croak, your eyes watering with tears. Luxe studies your face, a frown tugging on their lips. They cross over to you putting an arm around your shoulder which makes you flinch.

"You'll get s-"

"Sh,sh,sh." She shushes you and gives you a small kiss on your forehead. It makes you blink as more tears dribble from your eyes.

"I know you are perfectly independant, love. Perfectly capable of doing things on your own. Let me take care of you. Just a little."

You couldn't look them in the eyes. Staring at the floor before giving a weak nod. The arm around your shoulder slides away as they drift to the ice box, their tail twitching as they walk.

"I was going to save this for a treat, but I think this might taste good to you." You fidget with the towel again, peeking up at them and staring at the box of ice cream in their hands.

"Will you. . . have some with me?" They beam at you, already reaching for two bowls.

"But of course."

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[darlingmissmoth]

I am shaking and fucking thrashing the twins in mouth and knawing on them holy SHIT dude I am so unwell over these little freaks

If anyone is ever willing to talk Lark and Sparrow plz plz plz lemme know I am rabid and feral

I got so many thoughts about them that I can't put here properly but I can defo ramble about in dms or discord for Hours

[viciouscroissant]

IRON FLAME (BONUS CHAPTERS/ SPECIAL EDITION)

Are there bonus chapters or a special edition to iron flame??? If so I can't find them anywhere like I could for the fourth wing bonus chapters. If they are out there could someone plz link so I can read then?? I just finished iron flame and I need more content bc I am unwell

[ectonurites]

btw if u ever send me an ask (in general or as part of an ask game or something) and i don't answer it in a timely manner (or ever end up getting to it) plz don't think it's that i have anything against you & your ask specifically it is actually just that i get so overwhelmed so easily. please look at this:

i am Unwell

[oldsargasso]

"Dean smiling is like a little gift because he does smile but sometimes it's so sweet and pretty it can't be anyting other than a present just for Winner." AGH???? MY HEART???? PLZ… DEAN'S SMILE IS A GIFT OH MY GOD.

ONLY SO TONY COULD EXPENSE IT DKFGSDFGDFG I'M SHRIEKING. Kenta the tax write-off 😭 (In another universe, Tony is that boss who pays his employees with UAC gift cards.) And yeah I think Kenta has a very skewed understanding of money! He doesn't know what a living wage is or how much groceries cost. He could make do in a 4sqm or less apartment but wouldn't blink at paying 5x the average market price for it because he just. Doesn’t know any better, and his negotiating tactics have always been “throw money at it” or “knife time.”

I do think there may have been limits from Tony in terms of what Kenta was allowed to spend on himself—for instance, the blazers he wears are of varying quality, the one he wears to the auction, in front of clients, is the nicest, but one of them looks closer to off-the-rack quality, and he only has like. Three shirts, whereas Tony basically has a different custom three-piece suit in every episode. But like Kenta does not look at the price of food when he's ordering at a restaurant (god forbid he make Tony look poor in front of a client) and barely even glances at the check when he's signing it, much to Kim and Dean's horror. He very quickly learns to ask the question "Is that expensive?" when they're out together, until he gets the hang of it.

Yes, let him work with his hands!! BUT GOD THE TINY HANDS HE USED TO HOLD I'M HURTING!!

Yeah sorry I deal with the bookkeeping at work so I am. Not going to be the person to dissuade you from this line of thought! THERE ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS! What happens to everything after Tony dies! How much of it was even on the books! Do you think he ever put things in Kenta’s name without his knowledge, just to keep any consequences away from himself.

But oh gosh Kenta absolutely DOES try to figure out their favorite baked goods without asking (he probably spent so much energy trying to navigate Tony's moods based on nonverbal cues, and it takes him a long time to just be able to ask what people want without feeling like he’s navigating a minefield ☹️)

YES I DO THINK THEY MAKE HIM A BIRTHDAY CAKE??? They ask Pete for his bday, which there's a good chance that Kenta grew up not knowing his bday and Pete had to make one up for him and do his best to gift him something with limited resources. But he wasn't given kitchen access, so this would be Kenta's first birthday cake 😭 (Kenta’s first bday post-Tony passes by unnoticed because Pete has his hands full and it doesn’t occur to anyone that Kenta would simply Never Mention his bday, until one day someone is asking about horoscopes or smth)

As violent as Kim can be when he wants to, it's his tenderness that's truly powerful 🥺 Kenta DOES DESERVE SOFT LITTLE KISSES WHEN HE'S BEING TIED DOWN!!!

Great minds 🤝 Winner thinks his own dirty talk is GREAT and he has the evidence of Dean always getting turned on by it to back himself up LOL. (In all seriousness, I would GLADLY spreadsheet their kinks jkgsdfgdfg)

Kenta 🥺 He'll see it eventually!! Maybe once that happens they can finally (MAYBE) convince him to wear like. Cute lacy briefs or smth. (the bra that deep in my heart I wish to see him wear would take a lot more convincing on their part but by god do those tits deserve to be showcased and worshipped)

Not gonna pretend that I'm NOT physically affected by Kenta's lethal brutality god WHATEVER WHATEVER MOVING ON Winner being soft and caring is gonna be the death of me. The character development… my heart 🥺 From angry, half-satisfying parking lot blowjobs, to Winner looking after Kenta, taking care of him, and Kenta letting him do it. I’M UNWELL.

Kim is the only one with his shit together, of COURSE he is better at laundry. (Also I need him pressing at least one of them crotch first up against the shaking washing machine. for my sanity)

also screaming screaming screaming GOD KIM IS SO… COMPELLING he could probably read the dictionary and make it sound like a command. Goodness. He’s so!!!

[for my future reference this is polycule thread 2]

not Tony with the gift cards 💀 he so would.

I love the idea of Kenta learning the actual value of things. actually I wonder…obviously WE think Winner has a rich family. and Kim is making money from racing. but he stays living in the little serviced apartment - was that confirmed that he got that as part of Red Racing deal or did we just assume that. and we see him driving a nice car. hold on I gotta go rewatch that scene and check. okay so its…a white car. they don't show a badge or anything, there's like a split second of the steering wheel and I THINK it's a toyota (which would make sense since sponsor) ANYWAY. Kim is making decent money I think.

BUT Dean is not? he's not doing the higher level racing (assume prize money jumps considerably given Babe's financial status) and we see him working in a kitchen when he's exiled. that scene lives in my head constantly for so many reasons. anyway all that to say I think Kim would probably also not think too much about spending money on a nice restaurant (he's drinking at the fancy bar spying on Tony and pays for Babe's drink) but Dean for sure would be like. doing the calculation those of us without money constantly do - "this dinner could pay for three days rent" or whatever. and I think that, once he shares that, it would really help Kenta conceptualise how it works. but maybe more like "this knife is worth the same as the jeans Kim picked out for me last week". but it would be hard if like Winner just never cares about what things costs, and Dean really cares - even though the others are like "WE ARE PAYING" - and Kim spend a lot on what he cares about and hardly anything on things he doesn't. also if he did work at Way's car emporium like I think you suggested (until the sales trauma kicks in) Kenta would be like "cars cost this much! :)" and the others have to be like. "well…yes. but also mostly no."

but yes let's talk about Kenta's wardrobe. personal unshakeable headcanon is Kim (and Dean) taking him shopping and being like "you can wear whatever you want!" and Kenta's just happy with his usual all black mostly-comfortable clothes. but sometimes he's just hanging around the house and ~accidentally puts on someone else's jacket. maybe it's colourful, maybe it's not, but it smells like them and it's warm and cosy. it only works with the oversized jackets obviously. but eventually all their wardrobes meld a little bit. semi-related but Kim for sure approves certain people's date night outfits before they're allowed out.

lmao we are KINDRED SPIRITS. give us a special episode where it's just Tony succession planning. I think he kept Babe in the will. but omg yessss Tony dies and a year later a lawyer turns up to Kenta like "and here is your share of Tony's estate. and here is the trial date, you should get a lawyer" wait Kenta definitely goes to prison for killing Tony right? [I typed a whole bunch of stuff but I've taken it out, it's depressing in a real life kinda way and that's not what we're here for] anyway Kenta gets off with a slap on the wrist: time already served plus extenuating circumstances plus Winner's family paid for a vicious lawyer.

it's definitely Sonic and North asking about birthdates so they can do compatibility charts. SHUT UPPPP Pete giving Kenta a birthdy and a little celebration as best he can. do you think he gave Kenta his own birthday so they could share.

don't get me started on a kink spreadsheet!! I used to use one to track all my wips lol I love a spreadsheet.

god yesss give Kenta a pretty bra for his glorious tits it's what he deserves. I think they go shopping and they walk past a lingerie store and Kenta slows for like half a step to look a bit longer and Kim clocks it immediately. it's just the two of them which is lucky because Winner would make a joke about it (and even though it was just for fun Kenta would still feel too shamed) and Dean sometimes jumps he gun between the initial formation of an idea and the full execution of that idea. but Kim is patient. maybe he's like "oh, let's go in here" and lets Kenta hover around while Kim buys something pretty for himself. then it's like. Kim isn't a worse person for wearing it and being enjoyed in it. Kenta wouldn't be either…

[kurjakani]

Hiii! I was wondering if you’re still into cyberpunk if you could give us (mainly me) some more Dum Dum/ Royce hcs I love the way you interpret them 💛 just go off the rails plz

I am DEEPLY into dummybaby still even tho its been a while since i played cyberpunk 2077.. the tech stuff is cool in a lot of places but the only ppl who rllly wet my appetite for scifi humanity r the maelstrom and the little hints we get about how they function.. Im not like. adept w any technology i can barely keep my comp 2gether so i dont quite understand it, but the part about Maelstrom bodies or brains somehow amplifying music in Totentanz? Made me d r o o l

ANYWAYS im not gonna talk abt te canonical stuff i barely remember it i need 2 refreshen my brain abt it but ill give. u a quick reminder of how i visualize/characterize Dum dum mostly but ill also give some royce stuff and then ill just go ham w some headcanons abt their basic life.

2 me as like, one of the CHillest maelstrom, which, isnt saying a lot, but 2 me (maybe as an adhd person who experiences the same and mayyy be reflecting a bit teehee) hes someone whos experiencing some level of understimulation who gets over it w extremity.

I usually imagine ngl that its caused by being so overstimulated by an extreme enviroment for his whole life (i mean. night city yk?) that he needs constant punching to get through life. this makes for a vERY hollow feeling life for him but 2 me.

Royces chaos kinda enhances it for him 2 some kinda point of like. purpose? Almost? which is why he seems 2 have at least. like some mild genuine respect & dedication to him. yipee yk.

Royce is just batshit and he loves his music and is the exact opposite he seems 2 be full of energy and so on. Royce is hyped Dum dum is exhausted but seeking smth that feels real and alive and exeptional.

2 me. we get so little abt their personalities in game PLEASE leave me alone this is ENTIRELY speculation and reflective.

anyways yeah just some random stuff!!!!

bc of that i kinda like to think that they r both. unwell sleepers if that makes sense? Dont sleep enough. Royce sleeps naturally very little and dum dum keeps up w him. We doo see dum dum usually just hanging about, lounging, I can totally imagine him taking mininaps constantly, eyes flickering from time to time, head nodding. Snapping 2 awakenness suddenly when Royce starts speaking again.

ive looked at some rotations of dum dums model and some of his bodymods are DEFINETLY more just aesthetic than functional.. at LEAST his upper lip rings. Those r trditional piercings. Probably also is chin metal n much of the stuff around his mouth. Again im not technically adept and Idk what the designers were going for, but I'd love to think that also the cored part around his neck, where they've just taken a part around his spine and replaced it w a dent of metal, is fully appearences, just bc its so extreme and interesting. He likes his bodymods he enjoys the process!!!! Perhaps he even enjoys the care that goes into them, bodymods that heavy must require a lot of care.

I dont. think he has tattoos in his final design right? og dumdum had the tats? Though i do love to think that he got tattoos when he was younger but most of them have just gone through being torn apart by his later bodymodifications. Maybe he has some shitty stick & pokes somewhere thatd be cute. bonding w the boys.

he mentions he likes classic rock music- tbh i kinda love 2 imagine that hed also enjoy old movies/shows? classics enjoyer. i knoww they have like those brainfilms n shit but its rly hard for me to imagine film going out of style fully, just like books havent fully gone out of style bc movies exist. i dont remember if movies r much mentioned in the game though. STILL yeah I bet hed like some horror movies... He would 1000% watch texas chainsaw massacre etc, and movies from our day as classics. Midsommar w / dum dum sounds like a nightmare.

Secretly dumdums a lil interested in philosophy. He kinda dismisses stuff like that but he does have a secret admiration for the world and thoughts. This comes out particularly bc Royce has some weird ideas.

I think he must be running warm most of the time.... My friend asked me if i think his metal parts get cold enough for your tongue to get stuck and yeah thatd be funny he prolly hates cold weather and needs 2 wear a balaklava when its wintery outside so his metal parts dont freeze his face.

seeks purpose but u might not realize it bc hes made chaos his purpose

Litcherally never prolly thinks about cyberpsychosis. if e does, maybe he even wishes for it in some way? in a self destructive sense. Royce is more likely to experience it faster, though which i imagine would be a big blow 2 dumdum

Has a lot of CASUAL friends in the maelstrom but it never gets fully to the level of found family/genuine friends. Yes they have a lot in common, yes he spends all his time w them, but it often feels surface level to him, and "unreal". Hes found a more profound connection in Royce, but i feel like his admiration is a little one sided, and that he realizes it? But is like. whatever this is still nice.

dehydrated, forgets to eat and eats like shit when he does eat. Loves carbs and sugars. Possibly caues some of his exhaustion.

He kinda plays up his emotional outbursts!!!! He isnt that angry. He does it to assert dominance in a very outbursty enviroment. If he was in a chiller enviroment you could actually mess w him quite a lot and hed just laugh and mess back w you.

BOTTHH of their eyes can flicker 2 the beat of music like those old computer apps that played music and had some kinda visual indicator of the rythm. fuck w them

Dum dum prolly drives some kinda rly shitty van most of the time, just bc hes usually hanging out w so many people. Big driver in general!!! Not like a car/bike person but enjoys sitting at the wheel and feeling out how the car runs. usually a p good driver but sometimes he gets too focused on getting some adrenaline and becomes a bit of a mess of a driver.