#inbox ask

[autemka]

Moon woukd definately give sun some teasing tkls just to annoy him

[dreamdragonkadia]

AND WITH HERA AND GAEA'S ATTENTION THE OTHER MAIN 7 MIGHT BE ON READER CASE TO an percy wanting to protect reader tries to shield the truth and stall the future he did it once he can do it again!

The main 7 relationship with percy is probably trashed already tbh 😔

Sister I already smell the cooking 😍😍😍

Ohhh I didn’t even think about this dynamic yet. Besides Annabeth and Grover, the reader wouldn’t have met the rest of the Seven, and she 100% thinks Percy has daddy issues because he just never talks about his dad. Like she knows of him, sure, but it’s always this weird, avoidant silence that she’s learned not to push too hard on.

And then boom, Gaea's whispers start surfacing, weird signs showing up, and suddenly Hera is involved with a mortal woman, and it’s not even Percy who tells the others. It’s Annabeth. She drops it like, “Yeah, Hera’s taken an interest in her, Percy's pissed about it,” and the room just goes quiet because… why would Hera be involved with a mortal? Why now?

The Seven are immediately on edge. They lived that war, and if they even smell a Gaea situation brewing again, they’re in survival mode. But this time, Percy's trying to avoid it. Dodging questions, like maybe if he just pretends long enough, this won’t turn into another prophecy.

And then Rachel shows up like, “So… hey. Weird question, has anyone else been having dreams again?”

And it’s over. Because she’s got paint all over her hands, eyes wide, voice way too calm to mean anything good. She’s already seen the shape of something coming. And whatever it is? It’s tied to the reader.

Percy stiffens. Refuses to meet anyone’s eyes. Tries to write it off, “Prophecies are unpredictable,” “It doesn’t mean anything yet,” “We don’t know it’s connected to her.”

But they all see the way his hand tightens around yours. The way his jaw clenches. He knows. He’s known.

And suddenly the Seven aren’t just worried. They’re wondering how long he’s been hiding it.

[satanssolomon]

omg can we see your raphael? I dont know many who even have the angels!

Sure! Feel free to gaze upon him in awe. You wouldn't believe how many pulls I did, and it was mostly the artifact that came home. Wish I could have gotten more dupes of him, but there will always be where they come back around again. My next goal is getting either Michael or Gabriel.

[drakulana]

Hi there! I have a angst/comfort writing about Law x y/n so far and I want to muster up the courage to ask you about this:

Its a bit complicated and rather long, Reader's strugling with trust issues due to her past betrayal and exploitation. Law once despite everything saved her from danger and cured her, even though she really loves him, but when she was mentally unstable, she broke down and confided that he was just taking advantage of her, taking advantage of her feelings, denying how genuine his feelings for her were.

I want to see you write his reaction and everything that happens after that! Hope you have a great day💖

Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry it took my so long to answer, life has been so crazy! I hope you enjoy it!! @hana-san

late night envy - law x reader

ᯓ★wc: 2.1k

ᯓ★content: angst/comfort, fighting, alcohol consumption

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It was a clear night. You could see every star in the sky. Your captain had given the crew the privilege of surfacing for the night due to a breakthrough on a research project everyone had been working on together. Earlier, all of the crew had been partying and drinking amongst one another. It wasn’t every night that they got to see the night sky, and breathe in the salty air. It was a nice change of scenery apart from the steel walls that kept them so close. 

The party that ensued was one that Penguin and Shachi had referred to as a “rager” consisting of loud music and drinking games that were only ever fun if you were intoxicated. Luckily, everyone was. It had been a while since the crew had got to drink together like this. Everyone was on the top deck, all except for one person. The captain, of course. It wasn’t uncommon for the captain not to indulge in their festivities, but he always showed his face for at least the first half hour. Tonight, to the dismay of everyone on the crew, he was not. Well, everyone except for you. The party was doing its job at distracting you from the burden of the situationship you held with the absent captain, more so the fight you had with him almost half a week ago. 

The relationship between you and Law was never supposed to happen. It blossomed out of the heat of the moment. Like two magnets, you couldn’t help but to gravitate towards one another. However recent events had made you fear that your polarity towards one another had been reversed. These days, Law was scarce. He had a lot on his plate, you knew that, but sometimes you couldn’t help but to feel as if it were personal. He was planning a solo mission soon, and cut you out of the whole research aspect all together. Anytime you would come into his office, he’d dismiss you soon after. Anytime you would try to aid him with any type of research, he would tell you that he could handle it on his own, giving you another task to uphold somewhere on the other side of the ship. How could you not take something like that personal? A few nights ago, you had confronted Law ending in a screaming match between the two of you. You asked him why he was avoiding you, and he denied it. You asked if he was no longer interested in you, and he said that you were reading too much into the situation. I am a captain, and a warlord. I have things on my plate you couldn’t possibly begin to understand. You can’t come in here and disrupt my work, trying to find petty answers to your own insecurities. The words that were said that night had stung, and Law knew he had overstepped. Before an apology could even leave his mouth, you had turned on your heel walking out of the office, slamming the door behind you. Law didn’t follow you, he never did. 

It was now half past two, and your crewmates had finally decided to start turning in for the night. It wasn’t long before the stragglers had left the deck to return back to their bunks. A few crewmates asked you if you were coming inside too, and you waved them off with a dismissive I’ll be there, soon. You didn’t want to turn in just yet, you wanted to sit with the ocean and it’s stars for a little longer. If you were lucky, you’d be able to see the sunrise. It was very rare to be able to see the morning hues of soft pinks, and oranges. A cool breeze wafted over your face, and you took a deep inhale in. It was quiet out here. You couldn’t hear the incessant buzzing of the lights, or the never ending humming of the engines below you. You didn’t feel confined between cold metal walls, and you felt like you could finally breathe. You had a lot on your mind tonight, and to feel just a little less claustrophobic helped ease your tormented mind. You were hoping to find some solace in the waves sloshing against the metal of the ship, and a bottle of sake you had hidden away earlier in the night.

It had been almost four days since you had last talked to Law. Any time you would see him in the halls, or during mealtimes, you would turn the other way. You weren’t going to chase after him, either. The way he made you feel that night was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. The argument made you feel unseen, unheard. All those times that you and Law had shared behind closed doors. All the deep personal talks you had with him, all the sweetness you had saved just for him, felt meaningless. 

 A waft of cold air hit your face, bringing you back to reality. The quiet black ocean aided you in your spiral. You felt as if he didn’t want you anymore. You didn’t know what you possibly could have done to deserve this cold shoulder from him. You took another swig from the bottle of sake that had set next to you on the cold steel deck. You were about half way through the bottle now. You didn’t know what time it was, or how long you had been out here. There were no signs of morning for the next few hours. The sky and the ocean were now just one vast darkness speckled with stars. Everyone inside was probably already asleep in their bunks by now. All but one person, your captain. He never slept the way he was supposed to. You knew he wasn’t asleep, and a small part of you tugged to go see him, but you knew with Law you could never come to him first. He would have to come to you, and usually he did within a day or so, but it had been almost four days now. You took a deep breath, you could feel the alcohol setting into your system. It weighed you down to your chair, slowly creeping into your legs. 

You concentrated on the sloshing of the water against the sides of the ship, trying to pry your thoughts away from the earlier events from the week. It was to no avail, though. You couldn’t help the whirlwind of memories, and the emotions attached to them from setting fire to your brain.  Like a movie behind your intoxicated eyes, it played. All the people you had met before you had been involved with the Heart Pirates, all the places you had gone. Everyone who had ever scorned you was now at the forefront of your mind. nasty words that you had been called, the mistreatment from all of your previous peers echoed against the walls of your skull. It was the creaking of a metal door that had transported you back into the present. You didn’t look behind you to know who it was, you could pick out those footsteps from anywhere. It was Law. You didn’t move, you just stared ahead holding your now almost empty sake bottle against you. You didn’t want to have the conversation you knew was pending in this state, so you simply did not engage. 

Law’s deep voice cut through the sloshing, “It’s late,” he simply stated. You rolled your eyes at the sound of his tone. The way Law spoke always held an assured certainty that only he could make sound natural, but now his words tasted bitter in your mouth and the certainty was replaced with a cockiness that you found unbecoming of Law. You usually didn’t think like this, you were intoxicated. Another reason you wished he would just turn around and go back to his chambers, maybe even go to sleep for once. Law approached behind you, “Still ignoring me?” You scoffed at his audacity. You ignoring him? He practically begged for it the way he talked to you four nights ago. Still, you didn’t let up. You didn’t even give him a word. He walked around into your view. He was wearing a long jacket, his usual jeans, and a white tee. Your eyes studied him. He didn’t look like he had slept, but that wasn’t surprising, he never slept. His hat was unusually missing, leaving his messy black hair ruffling in the slight breeze. It was dark out here, but the moon had lit up the sky enough for you to see him. You made eye contact with him, and you could see something behind his eyes that wasn’t typically there, remorse. Usually that remorse would eat away at your soul, and make you cave, but not tonight. You tore your eyes away from the man standing in front of you, as he let out a sigh. He took a seat next to you, eyeing the bottle in your lap. “You’ve drank… a lot,” He reached over, taking the bottle from your grasp before setting it down on the other side of him. Again, the audacity. If you hadn’t been so drunk, you would’ve snatched it back, but there was no physical fight left in you at this point. 

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, before you heard Law take a huge breath, “Listen, you can’t just ignore-” he didn’t even finish the rest of his sentence before you had snapped your head towards him, cutting him off. “No, Law, you listen to me,” a surge of pain rushed to behind your eyes, only fueling your anger. A painful knot swelled up in your throat, “I understand that you are a warlord with a lot on your plate. I understand that the weight you pull is heavy, but that does not give you the right to be such a dick. If it’s space you need, then you got it, but don’t come out here badgering me about ignoring you when I can’t possibly begin to understand the things you have going on-” Law’s protest started to cut you off, but you didn’t give in, “No, don’t talk. I’m not finished. You had no place sitting there calling me insecure about your neglect whenever we hav-had some sort of relationship. I feel taken advantage of. Then you want to come out here and say that I’ve been ignoring you when I’m actually just giving you the space you so badly wanted? No,” at this point, you could feel the bile rising up in your throat, burning its way up your esophagus. It felt as if all the words that you had wanted to say were crawling up your throat pushing themselves out. You pushed yourself out of your seat, making a beeline to bend yourself over the side of the rails. Before you knew it, you were face to face with the black water emptying all of your stomach’s contents. Your legs shook underneath you, and you could feel Law behind you with his hands on your hips steadying your balance. You wanted to push him back away from you, but you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up anymore. It was frustrating feeling this weak in front of him after you had chewed him out, drunkenly. Once you were done, Law pulled you back up turning you to face him. “Let’s go inside, okay?” He asked you softly. It didn’t matter the protests you gave him, he was dragging you behind him staggering your way back into the ship. 

Once you were inside, Law led you back into his quarters. You were still mad at Law, and he knew that. He sat you down onto the bed digging out some clothes from his dresser laying them beside you, “Get changed, I’ll be right back,” He told you before shutting the door behind him. He returned when you were dressed with a bottle of water and two small white pills in his hand. “Take these, we’ll talk more in the morning,” He told you. You huffed and layed down in his bed, covering yourself with the blankets. Law looked at your figure before taking his jacket and his shoes off, “Can I lay with you?” He asked you, earning a small nod from you. Although you were mad, you couldn’t deny the comfort Law’s presence brought you. He crawled under the blankets, wrapping an arm around your drunken drowsy body, “You know I’m sorry, right?” He whispered to you, “I didn’t mean any of those things I said,” His hand trailed up and down your spine, putting pressure on certain places where he could tell knots were forming. Low hums fell from your mouth as he rubbed your back. You could feel your trepidation melting away as his fingers worked their way up to your shoulders. You finally let your eyes close, and let the heaviness of sleep take you. You would talk to Law in the morning, but for right now, the both of you were okay.

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@drakulana 2024 // i do not give permission to copy, translate, or repost, any of my content without my consent

[hplonesomeart]

i drew a little gift for you <3 !!

AaaaAAAA WHAT THE HELL, THIS IS THE BEST WEEKEND I’VE HAD IN SO LONG AUUUUU—

Your ability to make something with such simplicity in the strokes yet simultaneously PACKED with feeling/emotion shines so much here. It’s illustrated so pretty!! IT’S USSSSS IT’S ME AND DA TALL CRAZY DUDEEEEE

HE LOOKS SO GIDDY AAAAA YOU TRANSLATED HIS DESIGN SHOCKINGLY WELL INTO YOUR OWN STYLE??? When I drew him for the first time, it took several days before I landed on something that looked decent lmao. You got it down from the get-go! Especially the detail of his hands missing a finger! Very clearly did your proper research before drawing this, which is appreciated lol. That big ol smileeee he’s filled to the brim with happy :’)

And little me!! Short as ever jksjsksps. Points for accuracy with that. No wonder Puzzles has to securely wrap his arms around, else I’d accidentally slip out /j. I’m honored he’d want to keep me that close to begin with. Also appreciate how you conveyed the darker colors + my doodlesona/personas tiny hair swoops, yes yes! Love the soft lighting brush for background that you tend to use in your own illustrations as well—definitely one of those elements that helps identity you as the artist (since it’s a recognizable/reoccurring element I enjoy noticing ehehe). This is an absolute delight to stare at!! Wouldn’t have been able to anticipate receiving giftart today—it’s brought a smile to my face seeing me depicted alongside my treasured source of comfort. Thank you again for the beautiful surprise!!! <33

[hexedwinchester]

Hii! Can I request a fluffy Sam Winchester x reader where reader and Sam are bored while Dean is out to get the three of them food so reader is messing around with his hair, putting random braids in it and stuff? Thank you!

(Kinda inspo):

hi @ghostlyaccurate

Of course you can! Thanks for sending this request and the inspo reference! It was fun to work on..

You can read it below or follow the link to fic on AO3. Let me know if you like it 😊

Happy Reading :)

Summary:

"What-what is that?" He sits straight, back flushed against the headboard, trying to get a peek into that basket. "Like you haven't seen a brush before?" You wave the little brush as you enter the room. "Oh right, I forgot. You just run your fingers through your perfect hair and you are good to go!" Sam chuckles. "Now scoot over, Rapunzel." You gently shove him to make room on the bed for you and your tools. "Whatever you say, Mother Gothel."

"Okay, kiddos. Behave while I'm gone." Dean barks orders standing outside Sam's room. You and Sam look up from your laptops to see him teasingly eyeing the lack of space between the two of you. "No jumping each other's bones."

"Eww!" You fake looking appalled.

"Dude!" Sam blushes. 

Wait, is that what he was thinking about or is he just embarrassed?

"Hey, I mean it." Then glaring at Sam, he warns again, "Not with a bruised hip." 

Sam's green eyes are avoiding rendezvous with anyone else's. 

Dean winks at you before heading in the direction of the main room, spinning the keys of his beloved Impala on his index finger.

"He's an idiot." Sam mumbles apologetically. 

Having been around the boys for a year now, you know Dean is an idiot but a sweet idiot, nonetheless. You don't mind him pulling your leg because you roast him just as much.

"But, my hip is healing quite well..." He hooks a finger under your chin, drawing your face to his. Shutting his laptop and taking yours away, he rolls over you, kissing your neck. 

The smell of his mint soap hits your senses along with a whiff of something rugged that is purely his. Your legs wrap around his slim waist pulling his long, lean body closer to yours when suddenly he grunts in pain.

Instantly, your legs drop and you gently roll him to his side of the bed. Dean's warning flashes into your brain. You sigh. He was right about the bruised hip. Dying by the hands of Dean Winchester because his baby brother couldn't keep it in his pants is not how you want to go.

"Well, Dean's not gonna be home for a few hours. Do you want to watch a movie?" He asks smiling, bringing those deep dimples to the surface.

Any other day, a movie sounded good -especially when it wasn't the tenth re-run of 'Die Hard' that Dean loved- since both you and Sam have similar taste. But after staring at the screen for the last two hours, you could use a break.

"Actually," you start, "I was thinking of something else." Leaving Sam looking like a lost puppy, you grab both your laptops and leave the room.

Sam is sprawled on the bed when you return ten minutes later. Legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hands resting on his chest. Sensing your presence, his eyes open and a ghost of a smile touches his lips as his gaze shift from your goofy expression to the basket of hair tools and accessories tucked under your arm.

"What-what is that?" He sits straight, back flushed against the headboard, trying to get a peek into that basket.

"Like you haven't seen a brush before?" You wave the little brush as you enter the room. "Oh right, I forgot. You just run your fingers through your perfect hair and you are good to go!"

Sam chuckles.

"Now scoot over, Rapunzel." You gently shove him to make room on the bed for you and your tools.

"Whatever you say, Mother Gothel."

You gasp! "I knew it! I knew you saw that movie!" 

He neither confirms nor denies that accusation. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on?"

"A little TLC."

"TLC?" He repeats. "With butterfly clips and colourful beads?"

"Yes!" There is no way you can contain your excitement. Kneeling behind him, you slip your fingers into his hair, fluffing it up. 

Sam Winchester's hair is like pure silk between your fingers. They pass through easily without a knot to catch on to. There are no expensive products or fancy shampoos in the washroom. Hell, there isn't even a bottle of conditioner but somehow Sam's hair is softer than minx fur coat. A quiet moan passes through his lips as you gently massage his scalp. 

Mother Gothel's obsession with Rapunzel's locks is starting to make sense as you begin brushing Sam's hair. It is therapeutic, combing through those silken strands from the roots to the tips. The rhythmic strokes of the brush seem to relax him even more.

"You know, you could be a hair model." You tease him.

Sam laughs, a deep, resonant sound that makes your heart skip a beat. "Hunting doesn't allow for part-time stints, but thanks."

Grabbing a handful of colourful clips, you place them randomly on his head. A butterfly clip here, a rainbow clip there, few beads snapped on a single lock of hair. It's silly but Sam looks adorable, the bright colours standing out against the dark chestnut tone.

Stealing a hand-mirror from your basket, he takes a quick look at his reflection and bursts out laughing. "Why does it look like a unicorn threw up on my head?"

You smack his shoulder. "No, it does not! Don't you laugh at my artwork."

He cranes his neck to meet your eyes. "Can we try something a lot less 'Hello Kitty' and a bit more, I don't know, me?"

At least he didn't ask you to stop, there is comfort in that. That's something, right? You carefully pluck the clips out and brush the hair smoothing out the crimps left behind.

If there's one thing you know for sure, it's that Sam really seemed to like the massage and the brushing. You make a mental note of it for the future.

The hair is malleable unlike your wild, untamed curls. You gather it at his crown and wrap a simple hair tie a couple of times into a ponytail. At the last turn, you pull the hair only halfway through the tie and twist it around the bun. You brush out the remaining hair to base of his neck.

"Is that what they call a man-bun?" Sam asks trying to catch a glimpse of the bun.

"Yes", you respond sheepishly. "Like it?"

"Ummm... Not really, no. I don't think I can pull it off." Sam is anything but honest and that's what you love about him.

You take a moment to think about what Sam would like and then it comes to you. With a cautious tenderness, you take off the hair tie, careful not to pull or snag any wayward strands. Running the brush through a particularly stubborn tangle, you smooth out the hair.

Your fingers move fast and skillfully as you part a section of his hair on the left of his crown. You weave it into a braid, securing the ends to back of his head with a bobby pin. You repeat the same on the right side but this time you weave a black ribbon into the braid and pin it to the meet the first braid.

"How's it going?" He asks stealing a glance again but this time you are quicker to snatch the mirror away.

"No peeking this time!" You stow the mirror behind your back and out of reach of his ridiculously long arms.

You bunch up the hair from the crown of his head, including the two braids and pull it into a ponytail. The metal barrette clip with a Celtic knot ties the look together as you add it to the ponytail.

Last, you pick out some white and silver beads and add them in pairs to strands of hair behind his ears. Parting the back hair into six sections, you wind each lock of the hair around a wooden stick from another barrette clip, hold it for a minute and then release it to form soft waves.

"Can I see now?" Sam is growing impatient but you dismiss him. He cannot look until you are done.

Twenty minutes later, the back of hair looks like it went one round with a curler. The strands holding the soft, bouncy waves you created quite nicely.

Holding a bigger mirror behind his head, you pass him the hand-mirror. "You can look now."

The hand-mirror is twisting in his large hand, trying to see the full picture, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the neat braids, the metal clip, the beads and finally the wavy curls.

"Well?" You are anxious, unsure of how to treat his silence.

"Wow, that's... something," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Good something or bad something?"

Putting the mirror down, he twists his torso to look at you with those honest, soulful eyes. "Definitely good something. I like it. It's very..." A thoughtful pause. "Nordic."

"I knew you would like it, lore boy!" You plant a soft kiss on his lips which he gladly deepens.

"Ahem." Someone clears their throat. Sam breaks the kiss.

"Smile, Lara Croft." Dean pulls out his camera and snaps a few shots of Sam in his new hairstyle. "This will get a laugh or two in the Hunters' group."

"Dean, c'mon." Sam is embarrassed, if that mild blush on the planes of his cheek is anything but an evidence of that. He tries to reach back and pull off the hair but you stop him.

"You can laugh all you want, but the truth is you can never pull off this look like he does." You get a little defensive around Sam.

"What makes you think I want to?" Dean's smile is smug and you want to wipe it off his face. Then turning to Sam, he presses, "how come I'm not allowed to give you a haircut but she is allowed to go Zohan on you?"

"Who?" Sam asks clearly not having seen that movie to catch the reference.

"Whatever, chuckles! I should probably print this out and stick it on the bunker walls."

"Sure", you jump in startling both the brothers. "It will look real nice next to your picture from that time with Rhonda Hurley." 

Now it's Dean's time to gasp and turn a shade darker than Sam. "How did you-? You are bluffing."

"Wanna bet?" Your bat your eyelashes at him in mischief. "I can remember some specific details like pink and satiny and-"

"Okay, okay, alright. I'll delete Sam's pictures." Dean leaves looking sour.

"Rhonda Hurley?" Sam raises his eyebrow asking for more information.

"Rhonda Hurley..." you muse about how you will keep using this trump card next time Dean gets cocky.

[genderlesspersonx]

Idk if you're talking asks on this but how would catknot behave while at the groomers

https://youtube.com/shorts/eMLTUDDFBNQ?si=iLKKeGnRhoBb-GLp <- video for reference

very funny ask actually. Thanks for the idea!

(long post ahead)

Sid would go absolutely fucking nuts. He'll run and jump around in the room before he even gets groomed. If you manage to catch him he'll yap non stop and tries to escape all the time. AND KEEP THE SHAMPOO BOTTLES AWAY FROM HIM HE'LL KNOCK EM OVER AND EAT THE SHAMPOO!!! He'll also bite and chew on anything edible or not. If you wanna get him completely clean you should probably not have short temper and you'll need to drug him (if you manage to catch him). Maybe he also escapes somehow and just not get cleaned lol. He's not scared of getting groomed he just likes to be a menace and all the loud sounds make him go crazy. The room will also look like someone dropped a bomb in there.

joey would be pretty calm but definitely pissed. He'll give some warnings with hissing and growling if he doesn't like something. He does enjoy the bathing part because he loves being scratched with the sponges and likes water dripping on him. He just absolutely HATES the air dryer. It's very loud and because of that the wind also scares him. You'll have to put him on a leash after the bath so he doesn't go hide under a shelf or run away. But as long as you have treats to distract him he will stay a bit more calm but will definitely stay pissed.

Paul actually likes getting groomed. He's calm af and he'll just be given treats for nice behavior and not to keep him distracted. The only thing he doesn't really like is getting fur on his paws trimmed and getting his paws clipped also makes him feel a bit uncomfy. But if you keep petting him during this part he'll stay pretty calm. He may meow a bit during the air drying part but definitely doesn't hate it as much as joey.

Chris doesn't really care about getting groomed tbh. He'll let you do what you need to do but only as long as there's treats! if you don't have treats he'll hide somewhere until you get him his treats. He may yap a little during the washing part but he's generally ok with anything. Even claw clipping.

Jim LOVES getting groomed. He likes getting himself cleaned after getting dirty outside. He especially loves the washing part. He'll even swim in the bathtub. The only thing he doesn't like is getting out of the bathtub. He will chase after the air dryer so it's a litte hard to get his fur dry. Sometimes you'll have to put him on a leash so he can't chase after the air dryer that much. He'll meow a lot but not because he hates something it's because he WANTS something. He'll point at the brushes and sponges and meow at you. Sometimes he tries to steal the sponges and lays them into his carrier (that's why there are a lot of sponges under the sofa, bed, fridge, etc.).

Craig...well. he just kinda stits there and let's you do the cleaning. He does look pissed tho. He won't meow or give warning signs like growling if he doesn't like something, he'll just straight up bite and scratch you. Maybe he'll hiss but only if he absolutely hates something. Trimming his fur is the hardest part because he'll try to bite you at any chance he gets.

Shawn switches from being an absolute menace to being a sweetheart every few minutes. One minute he'll bite, scratch, meow and jump around and the next minute he wants you to pet him and lick his hand. The only way to prevent these mood swings is by treats. But only a specific brand of treats. If it's not the right brand of cat food he won't cooperate. You'll especially need treats if you want to trim his fur on his paws.

Mick absolutely HATES getting wet. He does absolutely not like getting washed. Due to his very long and fluffy fur it feels very uncomfortable for him to get wet and takes some time to get him dry. Because of that he also hates the air drying part. He'll also do anything to prevent getting his claws clipped. He'll even climb up to the ceiling. Keeping him calm also doesn't always work with treats. Sometimes you'll just skip claw clipping because he will make it VERY clear that he doesn't like it. But if he's really in the need to get is claws clipped you'll eventually have to drug him eventually because he's a really big cat and has very sharp claws. and it's sometimes hard to catch him without getting hurt.

Corey will climb on anything to prevent getting groomed. Walls, shelves, curtains, etc. he'll also start yapping like sid but VERY loud. His meows also sound like screaming a lot of the time. You can keep him somewhat distracted from getting cleaned when you give him something to chew on like a chew toy or a piece of cardboard because he absolutely LOVES chewing and scratching on cardboard. but he'll get bored after sometime and start trying to escape again. He'll still be pissed after getting groomed unless you got a piece of cheese for him as a treat. He loves cheese.

(sorry if there's any typos I'm a litte too fast with typing on phone 😭)

[unovanking]

".... Have you gotten some sleep recently?"

@eight-region-army

um...maybe?

[in1-nutshell]

Question if juno and rodimus had a sparkling what would they name them? And would rodimus suggest the name hot rod the 2nd?

Hello!

I am currently doing the drafts for this request actually! Here's a quick answer to your question.

Rodimus will try to get Juno to agree with the name, or at least consider it. And they will consider the name 'Hot Rod'.

But the second Perceptor and Moonstreaker hear this, they go to immediately shut that idea down. There is no way they are going to have their potential Nibbling with that name. Not while they have a say in it.

[straws-and-sunflowers]

luffy? with sapphire eyes? yes :>

I forgot to answer this- but yes

[autemka]

The lil imps are so cute, you created them recently and I already loved them so much ❤️w❤️

Now onto my question, since they are literal tiny demons, the mischief is behind the corner, so, who's the best babysitter at calming them down!? Sunny, Moony, Clipsey, or Ruru!?

Ps: here this cookie jar for them, since they send me so much joy (little imps, share! Thank ya!)

[dreamdragonkadia]

And since it not HIS story he doesn't know what to do HEAR ME OUT yandere.

It's on the table and the meal is starting to cook now let's add some seasoning 👀👀👀

It's definitely giving morally grey Percy, like, older, more jaded, still funny but with this undercurrent of “I’ve seen too much and lost too many.” Especially as an adult, starting to really process what he went through instead of just surviving it.

And yeah, I think I’d still have Percy and Annabeth as canon in the background, like they were together post-HoO, tried to make it work, but came to the quiet, painful realization that maybe their relationship was more about survival than true compatibility. A “we loved each other, but we needed each other more than we were good for each other” kinda vibe.

They’d part on mostly good terms—there’s still care there, still trust. Annabeth’s always going to be one of Percy’s best friends, alongside Grover. And that makes the dynamic with the reader so much richer because Annabeth respects her, maybe even likes her. Just a weird found-family dynamic and mutual respect.

And Percy? Percy’s trying so hard to stay in this soft, normal life… but the minute it’s threatened? Yeah, that protective edge might get a little pointed.

[priestess-onyx]

"Hello! Sorry for bothering you, my mom's forcing me to meet new people"

- @lethia-not-athena (she totally is Athena)

Oh, hello there. You're fine, I don't mind. I am Onyx, who are you?

*she questions, curious about this newcomer*

[what-have-you-contained]

YOU ARE ALIVE AFTER THE TWIN WAR????

no they're not 🙂🙂🙂 this account is my spoils of war now

[witheredoffherwitch]

whats a glytchell.

Hey nonnie,

We are adopting Glytchell as the duo name for Ewan and TGC, much like how D’cooke is the combination of Emma D’arcy and Olivia Cooke’s names 😘

[hexedwinchester]

What's your favourite episode?

hi tough question noni!!

I'm assuming you mean SPN (because I do Walker reviews too)

i love quite a few episodes for different reasons but if there's one episode that I can watch anytime and I've it saved in my phone like a rainy day stash it's S04E21 When The Levee Breaks.

Why? Because it's Sam centric and purely focuses on his psyche. I love his interactions with his hallucinations, it's so distinct, isn't it? He is scared around Alastair but gives a tough talk to Young Sam. He is hurt and vulnerable around Mary and appears shattered around Dean.

Massive kudos to Jared Padalecki for beautifully portraying all of this and an addict on withdrawal: the shakes, the tired eyes, the conscious swallows and his magical ability to make himself appear small and vulnerable. Like damn, this man !

And you know what's the banger? Despite Dean letting him rot away into his detox, when he catches upto Sam, Sam is still willing to forgive him. He asks his brother to join him and Ruby to kill Lilith. He wants his brother by his side but Dean denies because of Ruby and calls him a monster to his face. I love Sam's tolerance here, he is so patient until the last straw and then it's over. After everything that Dean out him through, he was still willing to forgive Dean who didn't deserve it btw, but finally stops putting up with his bullshit.

And you? What's your episode and why? 😊

Thanks for this ask! 🤗