#just wanna draw them sitting in nice places with cats

[bridgoetta-ontheside]

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can i request follower!Narinder x follower!reader who's kind heart person? Like they always want to help other even tho they rude to them,and they forgive them eventually but Narinder cannot handle see​ing his spouse being disrespectful.

I want this to be oneshot angst/fluff pls thank you and have a nice day/night🥰

"How goes...your marriage..?"

"Hmph..hello to you too, sister." Narinder rolled his eyes as he sat by the pond with a bowl of stew, hoping for some peace and quiet.

But of course, ever since his siblings arrived into Lamb's cult and learned that he was betrothed to a mortal..he hasn't known such things.

He could tolerate Heket at the very least, since Kallamar was off flirting with gods-know-who, Leshy was on a missionary, and Shamura was reading their usual books.

"It fairs well. I sometimes find it funny.."

"Hm?"

"Shamura surely couldn't have predicted that I would become wedded to a measly mortal..let alone find myself in my vessel's cult. I was to sacrifice them and all of Lamb's followers. Yet when I ended up here..[y/n] was the first to reach out a hand and help me find my place." The black cat huffed. "When others mocked me..they defended my name day and night despite my past transgressions, willing to lookover the fact I once thought of them as nothing but a pawn in my game."

"You've..gotten soft..brother.." Heket lightly teased, earning her a scowl from him. However, something in the distance caught her eyes, and she tensed. "Go."

"What? Go away, you mean?" He blinked in confusion, taken aback by her command as he sneered. "I open my heart up to you, and you have the nerve to-?!"

"[Y/n]." She simply pointed, and he followed her gaze to the drinkhouse where you were trying to help a drunken follower stand on their own two feet.

While you could normally handle that sort of thing, something about it didn't sit right with Narinder. They were acting rather belligerent, babbling nonsense and causing a barrel to topple over, all while refusing to surrender their empty glass.

Only then he remember you were the bartender for today and were trying to close up shop.

He got up, deciding to let Heket finish his stew, and began walking over. His footsteps were silent as to not draw attention to himself.

He wanted to observe how you'd handle the situation.

"Please, go rest." You gently tried to urge the inebriated follower. "You've had enough."

"Don't touch meeeeeee...I ain't-" A hiccup interrupted them as their face became redder, words so slurred you could hardly understand them. "I ain't gonna..go anywherrre.."

"I'm afraid you must, I'm sorry-"

"Nooooo...I don't wanna be handled by some...idiot who slept with the One Who Waits!"

You froze. "Pardon?"

"Whatdya see in that guy anyway? He haaaates us all..he was..gonna kill us, right? And Lamby, too?" They grumbled, now sounding completely serious and irate. "Why don't you wanna be with Lamby? Or me? Or someone who isn't a monster...do ya hate us, too?"

"No, I don't hate anyone." You tried to reassure them. "But it's rude to speak of Narinder that way."

"But his stupid siblings..they...they hurt us so much because of him!" Tears began filling their eyes, their expression growing angrier. "Why did they have to come? What they did to us...was 'cuz of HIM! EVERYTHING is his fault!!!"

"I hear your pain, my friend. I really do. But Lamb believed-"

"WHAT ABOUT WHAT I BELIEVE?!" They raised their empty glass in a threatening manner, and you flinched, taking your hands off their robe in preparation for an attack.

But before anything could happen-

A black paw grabbed their wrist, claws digging into their flesh. Not enough to draw blood, but just enough to make it hurt and divert their attention to a certain angry feline.

"How irritating.." A trio of red eyes pierced through Narinder's veil as he scowled down at the follower. "I don't know whether you're more annoying now or when you're sober. You may scorn Lamb to your heart's content..but to threaten my spouse is a line you'll regret ever crossing. Now go lie down before I make you."

With a nod and a quiet whimper, they shakily set the glass down on the counter. And the moment he let their wrist go, they took off stumbling all the way to their shelter.

You frowned a little. "Darling, it's my job to lead them to-"

"They'll find their own way. Whatever they break can be fixed in no time." Narinder dismissed as he went to clean off the glass, while you plugged up the beer kegs for the night.

But as he rubbed and twisted the rag, he began thinking about what might've happened had he not intervened when he did..and it only made him angrier.

What if the glass was still full and they decided to spill it?

What if they threw it at your head?

What if they left tiny shards in your flesh and caused blood to pour down your face?

What if-?

*crack*

A sudden sharp pain in his paw pad made him wince slightly, realizing that the cup broke apart, a piece of glass now embedded in his own flesh.

Great.

"Oh no, let me take care of that for you, love."

He perked up at your voice, seeing you pull out a pair of tweezers and a roll of bandages from your robe pocket. "I can do it myself, you know."

"And risk getting more blood on the counter?" You pointed out the red splatters on the oak. "Heavens no."

Narinder chuffed, eventually turning his paw over and allowing you to tend to his injury. "Why do you allow them to speak to you that way? And being drunk is no excuse. They knew damn well what they were saying. They've disproved of our relationship from the start."

"So have plenty of others, including your own siblings, Nari. They'll come around eventually. I have all the faith in them."

"[Y/n]..they almost smashed a glass over your head. And I stopped them from doing so." He growled, frustrated at your lack of outrage. "You are content in letting such disrespect continue without punishment? Without consulting Lamb? If we cannot do anything about it, surely they can."

"I will let it go this one time. But only because I believe they won't do it again. I think they learned their lesson thanks to you." You simply reassured him, before you finished wrapping the gauze around his paw.

With a smile, you brought it up to your lips and kissed it, eyes flickering up to him. "You needn't worry, my darling. I am okay."

"...I'm not worrying about anything." Narinder scoffed, having difficulty hiding the blush beneath his fur. "I simply refuse to tolerate imbeciles who make obscene assumptions about us, thinking there'd be no repercussions."

"Of course, but in any case..thank you for coming to my defense."

"Hm.."

"Now come." You gently tugged him away from the drinkhouse, looping your arm around his. "I believe we have some farming plots to attend to. I promised Lamb I'd work on them in Leshy's steed, but what say...you pick out the seeds you wish to plant this time?"

Narinder's ears perked. "Hah. I thought you were about to tell me to gather fertilizer." He chuckled quietly. "You are too good to me sometimes."

"Well, I figured you could use a break. Come, come!"

And so he followed you to the farming area. While he could sense Heket still staring at him, knowing her grin was smug as ever, he didn't care about what she was thinking--or what anybody in the cult was thinking for that matter.

All that he cared about right now was vegetation would prosper best on this warm spring day.

[lxndonorris]

his shirt - Pierre Gasly

Y/N x Pierre Gasly Theme: smutish, (includes dry humping, touching, teasing, explicits) Pierre manages to put on a fashion show with his new Alpine clothes x word count: 1650+

One of your best abilities is the way you can tell something's up. You'd pick up on every little clue, every small detail, and come to conclusions, which are correct 85% of the time. Just like today, when your boyfriend Pierre came home from a meeting with his new formula 1 team, Alpine. He acted highly suspicious, asking you to close your eyes when he came home, as he rushed through the apartment and into the bedroom. Of course, you did close your eyes and didn't cheat, but being a curious cat, you cannot wait any longer. Right now, you're sitting on the sofa in your living room, while Pierre is doing, something, inside the bedroom. You can hear his voice, at times, muttering something to himself, while you try to distract yourself by browsing your phone. It gets more and more difficult not to burst through the door, catching him doing god knows what, but you learned to be patient. Obviously, he has a reason to act like that, and it's most likely a surprise for you, so just like a kid on Christmas Eve, you sit there, waiting.

Somehow, you realize something. What did he tell you about that meeting today? Something about the car launch, and the logistics about that. But there was something else. Thinking deeply, you try so hard to remember his exact words, when suddenly, the door opens. Slowly, still processing your thoughts, you turn your head toward the noise and see him. Pierre is standing inside the doorframe, one arm casually leaning against it. "Hi." He says, his voice a little huskier than usual. "Hey." You say, breathlessly, a little overwhelmed. Taking a good look at him, your jaw drops slightly when you realize that he's wearing his new work gear, a tight, black shirt, with blue applications carefully placed at one shoulder and the sleeves.

"Damn, Pear." Your mouth as he takes a step into the living room. Pierre shrugs, before looking down at his own outfit. "It's a nice shirt." He smirks, running a hand across his chest firmly, making sure you notice how that tight shirt flatters his well-formed body perfectly. "It's a nice shirt." You nod, your eyes fixed on his chest. Of course, he knows what kind of clothes you like on him, so he combined that evil shirt with his favorite pair of dark skinny jeans. He's not wearing shoes, just white socks, and his hair looks messy, yet intentionally messy. You know he spent most of his time hidden behind that door getting his hair like that.

He slowly makes his way toward you and reaches for your hand. You leave your phone on the sofa, take his hand, and immediately, he pulls you into him. "Pierre." You chuckle, as you steady yourself against his firm chest with both of your hands. Obviously, that is exactly what he meant to do, that huge smirk spreading across his soft lips gives it away. "What?" He says quietly, shaking his head slowly. You can feel his hand wander along your waist until it rests comfortably on your butt. Simultaneously, you start to run your hands across his chest, feeling the soft fabric with your fingertips, while also stroking him gently.

"It's so soft." You say, with your fingers drawing circles along the visible outlines of his pecs. "Does it feel good?" You lick your lips, lifting your head just enough so your eyes land on his lips. Lovingly, Pierre lifts your chin with one finger, to look into your eyes. "So good." He growls, leans into you, and kisses you softly. You like how his beard tickles your skin, how his lips feel on yours, and how his familiar, delicious scent dances around your nose. With your hands still stroking his chest, you let them run further down his chest, making it easier to slip them beneath his shirt.

Pierre purrs contently, giving your butt a tight squeeze. "Wanna try it on?" He breathes into your mouth, as he separates himself from you, just enough for you to feel his hot breath on your cheek. "Yeah." You smile, your hands on his abs, enjoying the tension spreading through his muscles. Effortlessly, he takes his shirt off, happily exposing his beautiful body. Taking a good look at his chest, you meet his eyes again, and instantly feel the need to kiss him, to have him, to make him yours once more. Pierre embraces your lips on him, and you take advantage. Easily, you lead him to the sofa, and lie down, as he climbs on top of you.

"Y/N." He moans softly, seemingly enjoying you fondling his chest, his abs, and his nipples. "Pierre." You moan too, one hand holding onto the shirt, the other on his chest. But then, he pulls away. "Sorry." He breathes deeply, his eyes wandering all over your face. "Got something else to show you." A coy smile on his lips hides the mischievous thoughts flickering in his eyes, and you just nod. "Don't keep me waiting." You smirk, touching his chest for a last time before he vanishes behind the door again.

For a few seconds, you try your best to regain your composure, leaning your head back against the pillows. Then, you have another look at that shirt, so soft, yet thin, he intentionally chose a size that would flatter him even more. In one swift move, you take your shirt off and put the Alpine one on. It does feel very good, but most importantly, you love how it smells like Pierre, knowing very well he used a ton of his cologne before coming out. It lingers in your nose, and on your tongue, slowly intoxicating your mind more and more. Then, you hear him coughing loudly, obviously trying to get your attention. Blinking a few times, you fail to process his new outfit.

Pierre is wearing his new racing suit, a black one, with a slight pink and blue touch. "How did you?" You say, motioning at his suit, shaking your head in disbelief. Proudly, he touches his chest again, his hands running all over his upper body. "I asked them to borrow it, just for a day." Pierre smiles, tilts his head, and keeps on stroking himself. He seems to be so excited about it all, your expression, and the arousal of wearing that suit again.

You can tell easily by the tent forming inside his suit. Of course, the teasing right before is helping as well, but you know how much it means to him, for you to see him like that. On the one hand, it's an exciting new adventure with a new team, on the other hand, it's bringing you with him, to join him on this journey. You get up once again, but this time, you're in charge. Pierre strikes a pose, his hands steadied against his waist, he's anticipating your touch. He spots you wearing that shirt, and he bites his lower lip. "Fuck, you look so hot." He growls, as you reach for his neck, placing a hand at his jawline, you trace it with your thumb until you reach his lips. "You're one to speak." You lick your lips, and for a moment, you stare into each other's eyes.

Then, you unbutton his suit at the collar and unzip it slowly. Pierre watches you exposing his bare chest once again. Normally, he'd be wearing tight, white fireproofs, but not today. Instantly, your hands slip inside his suit, and together, you make your way back to the sofa. He leans into you, kissing you passionately as he lays you down, climbing you like a mountain. The soft pillows steady your bodies, as you start to stroke his chest, both of your hands touching him firmly. "Gooood." He groans silently right into your mouth, while his whole body reacts to your every move.

Pierre returns the favor by placing one hand on your breasts, touching you lovingly, again and again. "Pierre." You exhale deeply, resting your head back against the sofa. He takes advantage and starts to place kisses all over your neck, his lips leaving searing wounds on your skin. Instinctively, you remove one hand from his chest and place it on his bulging dick. Pierre purrs again and again, as you start to stroke him firmly. One hand dances across his chest, the other tracing the tangible outlines of his hard cock.

Then, he starts to rock his hands rhythmically, grinding his crotch against the palm of your hand. Following him, you mirror his every move, and the two of you move in unison, grinding against each other. "Fuuck." You moan, nearly unable to concentrate. All of your senses are slowly, but steadily, taken over by him, and he knows it. "Y/N." He groans, his accent slightly coming through, which makes it even worse for you. "Pieerree." You moan in agreement when suddenly, his phone buzzes loudly on the glass table.

At first, the two of you try to ignore it. Surely it can wait. "Oh fuck." Pierre suddenly moans, before separating from you, or he tries to, but you manage to pull him back down. "No, please." You're pleading for him to stay, and he starts to kiss you again. "We gotta go." He breathes deeply into your mouth and giggles. "Why?" You pout, your hands still stroking his body. "Got us a table at that restaurant you like." Pierre smiles and kisses you once again before leaning back. You watch him, a shy smile spreading across his face, and he blushes. "Pizza does sound good." You say comfortingly, and place a hand on his neck, caressing his cheek.

"Thought so." He smiles, and together, you get up from the sofa. Pierre takes your hand, leading you towards the bedroom. "Can you keep wearing that?" You squeeze his hand lovingly, and he chuckles. "Another time."

[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: vague mentions of abuse

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

jason is in this one for like a hot second being fairly nice yay

part eleven

❝ TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD? ❞

MONDAY — 5:57PM

“YOU CAN ONLY PUT DOWN A CARD FROM YOUR HAND IF IT MATCHES THE COLOR OR NUMBER ON TOP OF THE DECK,” Dick explained carefully, shuffling the cards in his hands like some fancy casino man. Bentley watched in quiet fascination as he skillfully weaved the cards between his fingers.

It was nearing nightfall. Damian and Duke had returned from school hours ago, each one disappearing to different parts of the Manor to work on schoolwork that they had to do at home, which Bentley found strange. He’d slept in a little late, but spent most of his time awake doing tricks with Titus and letting Dick teach him how to play various games they kept around the house. Bruce was working in his office, Alfred was everywhere and nowhere, and Tim was still holed up in his bedroom after getting told he couldn’t go to work with a fever that high. (How high, Bentley wasn’t sure, but Alfred had seemed adamant about it.)

Bruce had left Bentley’s bedroom sometime around six that morning. Bentley felt him pick him up and put him back at the top of the bed ever-so-gently, and felt his hand land on his head and stay there for a few beats. And then his footsteps faded out of the room. He probably had to get ready for work by then, the child assumed.

The whole night before (or morning, he guessed.) had been very strange. Bentley had been doing things around the Wayne’s all along that would set his father off, like crying, or admitting he was tired, but literally reaching out for someone after having a bad dream? His father probably would’ve hit him so hard he went through the floor. Bentley never reached out for his father, even if he was there. Bentley never reached out for anybody. Because it only gained him pain. He didn’t know what had gotten into him the night before to make him act like such a… child.

But Bruce had not only let the kid hold onto his sleeve like some kind of weird leech, but he held him. Literally held him. While he was crying and everything. And then stayed there for, like, an hour and a half and just kept holding him until he was confident enough that he could go back downstairs. Bentley’s father had never done anything like that.

And it made Bentley feel really weird that he ended up liking it so much. Especially with a stranger like Bruce. He was still a stranger, wasn’t he?

He tried not to compare Bruce to his father too much. It made him kind of sad.

But, nightmare or no nightmare, it had been a pretty nice day. Bruce hadn’t said anything about last night, and he was grateful. He’d had a pretty blissful time (attempting) to not think about it. He did notice, however, that Bruce seemed to keep a watchful eye on him when Alfred brought him down for breakfast after the others had left for school. Not the kind of watchful eye his father used to dawn, though, that made him nervous and fidgety. It was different. He couldn’t really place why.

“When you have one card left in your hand, you say uno. It’s Spanish for one,” Dick explained, dealing them each seven cards. “If you can’t put anything down, you draw one from the deck.”

They were sitting in the downstairs den, facing each other on one of the long couches — the same den they’d watched the documentary about cats in. The bright golden sunset was shining through the curtains and illuminating the room nicely. Bentley had the game instructions (aka, a wildly stained and crumbled piece of paper.) sitting in front of him so he could read what each of the special cards did. Alfred (the cat) was sitting behind Bentley, curled against his back and purring. Titus had been in there with them earlier but bee-lined out of the room when he heard Damian arrive home.

He had been having a lot of fun letting Dick teach him classic games, as he called them. His father didn’t own games.

Dick placed the deck face-down and drew the first one off the top, laying it right side up on the couch between them.

Red five.

Bentley scanned the cards in his hand, and after a moment, put down a red two.

“Like that?” He questioned, adjusting the cards in his hand.

“Yep, just like that,” Dick put a red three on top of it, so Bentley put a blue three on top of that.

Bentley had considered putting his father’s plan in motion that morning. When it was just him and Tim upstairs, before he went down for breakfast. 

Hit your targets when they’re at their weakest, his father’s voice had echoed in his head. Hit them when they least expect it from you. 

It would have been an ideal time to go twist some words and shove them into Tim’s head, when he was sick and feverish and vulnerable. Bentley even had a plan for this sort of thing — it was easy to plant doubt in people simply by asking them questions, and who had more questions than the child that just got brought into the house two days ago? It was the perfect excuse to ask him all kinds of things about Bruce and his real parents. (Neglect was the word in Bentley’s father’s file, but he didn’t really know what that word meant.) 

But, for some reason, Bentley felt bad just thinking about it. 

So he didn’t. He’d get his father’s plan done, he would. Just not today. He was only three days in anyhow, he had ninety-seven more.

After a moment of silence, Dick groaned dramatically and drew a card from the deck. “Already backing me into a corner. This is what happens every time I play with Damian.”

After realizing Dick wasn’t going to put a card down, Bentley put a blue skip on top of his three, then a green skip, then a green 2x, which supposedly meant Dick had to draw cards and lose his turn.

“Has he been tutoring you?” He mumbled as he drew a pair of cards. Bentley smiled lightly and put down a green five.

“Uno,”

“I literally have nine cards,”

“Grayson,” Bentley jumped when a third voice echoed from behind them, turning to glance at Damian, whose arms were crossed. He was still in his neatly pressed school uniform, the same one Bentley had seen in his father’s photos. Something about him was different. A little tense, maybe, like Bentley’s father got when he was annoyed. Titus was by his side. “Drake is requesting your presence in a rather dramatic manner.”

Dick creased his brow, rising from the couch. “Okay, cover for me,” He stated, shoving his fan of cards in Damian’s hands as he passed on his way out of the room.

Damian made a tt sound, before heading over to the couch and taking Dick’s seat. Titus jumped up next to him, settling on the cushions. “He’s losing terribly, I see.”

Damian placed a green five on top of the pile, and Bentley huffed. His last card was a yellow nine. 

“Is he okay?” Bentley questioned quietly, drawing a card off of the top of the deck.

“Drake? He will be fine,” Damian stated, laying a green two down. “He often lets his physical condition get the better of him.”

Bentley put down a green four. “Uno.”

Damian laid down a 4x. Bentley drew his four cards and Damian laid down a red two. “I see you’ve become an adequate companion to the animals in my absence.”

Bentley glanced back at the cat. “I like them.”

“They enjoy being around you, as well.”

Both boys glanced up when Bruce whizzed past the door in a black blur, disappearing in the same direction Dick had.

Bentley still didn’t understand why this family flocked to one another when someone was sick.

Bentley put down a red reverse, then a red skip, then a red seven. Damian put down a red five, and Bentley put down a yellow five. “Uno.”

Damian put down a yellow three and Bentley put down his yellow nine, successfully emptying his hand of cards. 

Damian made the tt sound again. “I only lost because of Grayson’s incompetence,” He muttered, gathering up the cards and shuffling them. 

Over the next little while, they played a few more games. Bentley ended up with two wins and Damian with three.

“Boys,”

They both glanced back at the doorway, where Bruce was standing. “Dick and I are taking Tim to the doctor,” He stated flatly, eyeing Damian only a little bit weird, like he knew something Bentley didn’t. “I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone, but Alfred is making dinner.”

“Alright,” Damian replied blankly. Bentley nodded, and Bruce smiled at them, disappearing just as fast as he appeared.

Bentley wondered if Tim was actually sick, or if it was some secret superhero thing he wasn’t supposed to know about.

They were gone for a long time. Damian, Duke, and Bentley ate dinner with Alfred, and they watched something about fish, and then they scattered to go to bed, and Bruce, Dick, and Tim still weren’t back.

And it was storming. Which wasn’t a big deal. Why would it be a big deal? It wasn’t.

It was pitch black outside now, and rain was violently pelting the side of the house, creating an unsettlingly loud layer of white noise. The minutes on his clock seemed to drag on way longer than usual — it had been 10:58pm for at least twenty minutes now.

It wasn’t a big deal is what Bentley kept saying to himself from his spot on his bed. Every time the thunder cracked, he leaped out of his skin. It was his second night in a row clutching the covers of his bed in the dark. 

Why did this have to be happening right now?

So long as you stay scared, you’re weak, Bentley’s father’s voice resurfaced again. Whittakers aren’t weak.

He buried his face in his pillow and stayed like that for a while.

Thunderstorms had never mixed well with him. When he was younger it was screaming and crying, but now, it was just a combination of biting his tongue and trembling because the other things had been trained out of him. (Mostly.)

Maybe if he pretended to be fine, no one would know. No one would swing the door open and call him pathetic and hit him with the first thing they could get in their hand.

That’s what his father always did.

The thunder was just getting louder, to the point where it was rumbling the bed under him. He found himself stifling little sounds of fear at the sharp and sudden crack! that kept slicing through the air. 

He was fine.

But every time the thunder rumbled, and the lightning flashed, he imagined his father ripping his bedroom door open. He ended up putting his head under the covers so he stopped watching his door to wait for his dad. He was at the Manor. 

A particularly loud crack sounded, and he almost leaped off the bed because he could’ve swore he heard the door fly open.

But when the next flash of lightning came, it was closed. He was alone. It was just him in there, and he needed…

To get out. He needed to get out of the bedroom. It was too much like his.

He shakily pushed himself off of the bed, inching toward the door silently. Surely the unending rain and terrible thunder would cover up any creaks he made.

He wasn’t going to bother anybody — not Alfred, or Damian, or Duke. They were all probably sound asleep. Instead, he just needed to find somewhere to go. Somewhere where the storm might not be so loud. On the first floor, maybe?

Fear was just about the only thing propelling him forward as he made his way down the dim hall, heading toward the stairs. Every bit of common sense that would tell him not to traverse a multi-million dollar mansion at night was lost. The lights were on downstairs, but he didn’t hear anyone. So he kept taking it one step at a time. He continued into the empty entryway where the front door was, turning quickly into the first room he saw.

It was a library. Dimly lit by a few precariously placed lamps, it reminded him somewhat of home. The walls were lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves, multicolored spines giving the room a fantasy kind of feel. There was a fireplace at the front of the room that wasn’t on, and furniture spread around the large room into various sitting spaces.

And no windows.

He sighed lightly and walked inside, climbing up on a couch that sat against the wall. He pulled his knees up and rested his head on them. Maybe he could wait out the storm here and go back up without Bruce, or Alfred, or Dick, or anybody noticing. Thunder cracked but it wasn’t as shrill as it had been upstairs.

“I’m pretty sure Bruce didn’t have a redhead last time I was here,”

Bentley yelped in surprise when a voice emanated from the other side of the room. He anxiously traced every piece of furniture until he found the silhouette of who was speaking, holed up in an armchair in the corner, reading a book.

Jason Todd. Bentley knew as soon as he saw the white tuft of hair that stuck out at the front of his head. He was perched in the chair in sweats like he’d been here forever, even though Bentley never even knew he came inside the manor. 

“You must be Bentley,”

He only nodded, his face turning a bit pink from his sudden outburst. Maybe Jason couldn’t see it in the dim room.

“I’m Jason,”

Bentley said nothing. 

“Running from the storm?”

Bentley still didn’t say anything, glancing the opposite way. He was pretty sure that question didn’t actually need to be answered, because he was curled up on a couch and trembling in the middle of the night when he should be asleep. Not really the way he wanted to meet Red Hood.

He heard Jason shift slightly. “Me too.”

Bentley glanced over at him. Surely the Red Hood wasn’t afraid of thunder. He still stayed silent, wrapping his arms around his knees and resting his chin on them. He flinched when the thunder cracked again, and he was hoping Jason didn’t notice, but he could feel his eyes from the other end of the room anyways.

How many Waynes did he need to embarrass himself in front of before he learned his lesson?

He huffed, leaning lightly on the arm of the couch. A few silent moments later and it thundered again, and to Bentley’s horror, he made a weird squeak in the back of his throat.

“Atticus said to Jem one day, "I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the backyard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird." That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. "Your father’s right," she said. "Mockingbirds don’t do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

Bentley glanced over at Jason strangely. He was still reading his book just like he had been, expression and position unchanged. What was he trying to do?

“‘Miss Maudie, this is an old neighborhood, ain't it?" "Been here longer than the town.’”

The thunder cracked again, but Bentley was able to focus on what Jason was saying instead. So he listened to him read a (kind of weird) book for a while, even though the storm was still raging outside, and slowly but surely faded into a light slumber on the arm of the couch.

—

He jumped when someone picked him up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just taking you up to bed,” The child’s anxiety stilled when he recognized Bruce’s voice, and he relaxed into him, wrapping his arms around his neck to keep himself from falling. (Even though he knew Bruce probably wouldn’t have dropped him anyways.) “The storm is over now.”

Bentley meant to say something, but it came out as more of an unintelligible hum against Bruce's shoulder. He thought he heard him say something along the lines of thank you, Jason, but he wasn’t actually sure. He just let himself be carried through the house and up the stairs, and Bruce laid him in his bed and tucked him in, touching his head the same way he did the night before.

Bentley fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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@fleur-alise

[hazard-and-friends]

6 months!

Old. 6 months old. I've only had her for almost-4-months.

Successes:

No accidents since December 21, and the ones in the 2 weeks prior to that were zoomies-induced

Nice walker, can go on the harness and pull gently or (with lots of reinforcement, but she is 6 months) on the collar and not pull at all

Alone in the car up to 75 minutes at a stretch or at home, crated, with Hazard, up to 2 hours

Sit/down/touch all fairly good

Drop it VERY good, 99% of the time she will spit the item out.

Very nice toy skills! Will drop a toy and wait to hear "take it" (tug) or "geddit" (fetch)

Her dog-dog social skills are insane. She is so good at adapting play to different confidence levels, or backing off entirely if the other dog is uninterested. She can navigate weird personal conflicts (like when a BC bitch decided to resource guard me) with ease and draw shy dogs into play. If this holds true, she's going to be an exceptional dog for socializing others.

Work in progress:

She can sleep through the night but only if (a) minimal food in the 2 hours before bed and (b) she poops right before bed. Otherwise we get up around 3 am to poop. This past week she's also had a streak where she decides there's Monsters outside and needs to huff about it. That's been steadily decreasing but we're still working on getting the poop schedule right.

We've graduated from the no-spill bowl. MOSTLY she doesn't go swimming in the water bowl, unless she's overtired in which case all bets are off.

Recall is uh, extant. Usually. Which is very good for 6 months lol

Evening relaxing remains something we need to actively remind her to do. I'm typing this post in the bedroom with her, because she won't wind down most nights in the living room--and she won't usually put herself in the bedroom to sleep. So someone goes into the bedroom with her, closes the door, and just hangs out for the last 1-2 hrs before bed, and that's working okay.

She's not as people-friendly as I (after all of Hazard's issues) would like. She's EAGER to meet people but not eager for them to meet her, head-shy, will flinch away from strangers. Like Hazard once you're in her circle you're in, and you can do whatever, and it's a lot easier to get in her circle, but hmm. More love on this I think.

Cat skills: She LOVELOVELOVES the cat. Penny even loves her back. But if Penny is in an accessible place (ie, 95% of the apartment) K'seil is incessant about bothering her, unless being actively distracted.

Leave it/trash is like, she Wants A Thing In Her Mouth on walks sometimes. So she'll dive at trash and shove it in her mouth--not EAT it, rarely even CHEW it, just Hold In Mouth. Which is why her 'drop it' is so stellar. 95% of the time she'll leave it if I can get the cue out, but the reason this is a WIP is she needs the cue. She doesn't have any sort of default "oh I should ignore this" yet. This goes double for certain trash bins in the apartment--thus far no thefts of anything dangerous, but she likes to chew apart masks and eat clumps of shed hair. I know how to fix this I just haven't put the work in.

Counter surfing is juuuust about a success but I don't wanna jinx it XD Very early on she was very persistent about trying to put feet on the kitchen counter, and through consistently ignoring/redirecting her from that and rewarding a down in the kitchen, we have gone...like a week or so? Without any attempts to get on the counter. So that's very nice, both because I hate counter surfing and because it validates my R+ approach.

Bite inhibition/mouthing I think is a WIP but might be a success, she's still Very Sharp sometimes but that's also when she's aroused, so we might just be having arousal problems (because she is 6 months). On walks about 75% of the time she can take a treat from my fingertips perfectly gently. She's still very mouthy, including with new people which is Ungreat, but it's steadily improving.

Body handling, while SO much better than Hazard, still needs some love. She'll let me brush the dremel against her nails but not hold it there, and rear nails have been a no-go since I quicked her fairly badly there. Brushing is 50/50.

Yikes:

Dogs in complex. She's not really reactive beyond staring at dogs outside the apartment complex, but inside it (how does she know. why does she know.) she is loudly and quickly vocal about There Is A Dog Over There. Think husky noises. We're making progress on this but it is still deeply embarassing.

Home alone without Hazard. I haven't done as much work on this as I should, because she can be in the car alone for an hour, so if he's got a class I can just bring her. But it would be nice. Sigh.

[1-800-bloop-12]

Algiophobia ┈┈┈┈․° 2

ˊˊ𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚..ˊˊ

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🇲 🇴 🇳 🇩 🇦 🇾

ˊˊSchool sucks huh?.."

I looked up at the strange person, holding my book bag tight, weird thing to do, especially with a stranger. I don't know you..

ˊˊ Yeah.. Thankfully, we're done with exams and stuff.. Today's the last day.ˊˊ

ˊˊ Well, I'm glad you made it.ˊˊ

I looked up at them, blinking slowly while a smile spreading on my face, ˊˊ Thank you.ˊˊ I said. They only nodded, I guess it was a You're Welcome.

I looked down at my phone, seeing no notifications as usual. I huffed, looking back up a far waiting for the bus to at least some what come. ˊˊ They drive so slow..ˊˊ I groaned, looking back down at my phone, deciding to at least scroll on tiktok or Pinterest.

Maybe I should skip school today...

But that's very bad.

Very, very, very.. Bad-

ˊˊ But it'd be worth it..ˊˊ I stood up from the bench, picking up my book bag and putting it over my shoulder. I walked home, putting headphones on and turning on Beautiful Stranger, reminding me of last week. A smile formed on my face softly moving to music.

* Maybe we would have exchanged a few words.

ˊˊ A fairy tale moment could have occurredˊˊ Softly twirling the cord of the headphones, the people only do small glances before going back to what they're doing. I forgot to plan something.

What do I do today?

* But a beautiful stranger will have to remain.

My eyes glanced up at the birds on the wire, pretty normal, huh? Anyways, maybe I should go to the mall. My parents gave me money for it so I guess it would be nice.

* A stranger until I see him again.

I wanted to get a few things from hot topic, But I don't mind chilling at the food court it would make my nose pleased. I don't have a smell/food kink..

Is it weird that I had to say that? I guess so. Who would be thinking you would have that?

Taking out my house keys realizing I was near my house, opening my bottom book bag pocket, taking out my housekeys, and hearing the chains and keys make their usual noise.

I saw my cat, well.. A cat that I fed at my doorstep as if it was waiting for me, meowing as it rolled off its back and on its legs making their way to me, I crouched and petted the cat. ˊˊ Hey man..ˊˊ I coo'd feeling my heart tingle from the cuteness of the cat.

Why are cats so adorable?..

* See him again. 💞

I stood up, going back to my business, walking up the doorstep, hearing the soft paws on the ground and the cat purring. Unlocking my door, I looked down, making sure the cat didn't slip inside, but its adorable eyes looking at me made me wanna scream.

ˊˊ I'll feed you after I get dressed, okay buddy.ˊˊ

ˊˊ Meow!ˊˊ

Adorable..

The cat sat down by the door when I closed it, hearing its fading out purring through the door. Poor cat, why would its owner leave it behind? Now, it has to survive on its own. You could've given it to a neighbor.

Like me!

I place my bookbag next to the door, also taking my jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack. I walk up the stairs and straight to my bedroom, taking off my headphones, fixing my hair so it doesn't look weird.

Closing the door behind me, I look at my desk filled with papers with drawings and my scripts, taking off my shoes kicking them to the end of my bed.

Walking up to my desk and sitting on the spinny chair, looked down and realized something.

Where was my one of mini country balls?..

I remember there was a tiny Belarus here.. WHAT THE FLIP BRUV 😨

Anyways, I picked up one of my unfinished drawings, it was a reference of my dream. Sorry, it just sticked with me even though it's Been like...

2 W E E K S. . .

I groaned as I rubbed my eyes, placing the picture down, getting up from the chair so I can change into my jammies.

Uh.. After I changed, I realized I was supposed to feed the kitty Kat, walking out my room, being mad careful with having socks on and walking on wooden floors.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw my tiny Belarus on the counter, I stared at her.

Ma'am.

Who moved you-

I blinked slowly before turning away, ˊˊ Weird..ˊˊ I mumbled as I walked over to the lower cabinets, grabbing a can of tuna. Mumbling under my breath.

Grabbing an can opener, I positioned the can and start turning the handle. Watching the can opener doing its work. After that I took the loose top off and drained some of the juice out.

Walking to my front door I unlocked it, looking down to see the cat still there. Yeah, this cat loves me. It's meowing putting me back to reality as I shook my head a bit.

Placing the can down, i watched the cat go ravish on the tuna. I scratch their head before going back inside, locking the door as always.

Walking to the kitchen and looking at the counter. The lil Belarus ball was still there.. Just staring into the oblivion.

I'm still wondering who moved you missy-

Picking her up, being EXTRA GENTLE CUZ THIS IS MY BABY!!!! And placing her in my palm, it was adorable-

Walking up the stairs and to my room. I was just coo'ing and babying the little Belarus in my hand, I have an obsession with cute things especially if they're small..

Sitting down at my desk putting her down next to the tiny Poland ball she was originally with, yeah don't move like that ok girl-

I picked up my phone, looking at it with a massive bored face. I can either scroll through tiktok, go on character ai, draw or sleep.

Cuz I barely have any friends and they probably went to school so.. Yeah..

I groaned, placing the phone down. Getting up from my spinny chair and off to my bed, flopping down on it as I turned to my side. Getting all snuggly in blankets and pillows, my scrunched up face now into a calm one.

Why are beds so comfy.. They're the best creations on earth I swear.

My mind slowly started to go blank, only thinking of lil scenarios in my head. Things I could've been, imaging myself with my Comfort Character, or just my favorite fandom/show. It's infinite.

It's like your thoughts are a Void.

It never ends.

ˊˊI won't hurt you.. Just trust me ˊˊ

Fluttering my eyes open I seem too be in a flower field. I was wearing a white dress/Blouse with black pants (or shorts). I could see the shadow of a bow in my hair too, it's two ribbons flowing in the wind.

Standing up, my legs felt really weak as if it was glass on the brink of breaking. But I managed because I was strong 💪. I just looked around, it was sadly a blue hour vibe though..

The fog and the slight light as the sun was below the horizon. So it couldn't really give it's original golden orange color as it usually does. I just watched the Wheat and flowers flow in the wind.

There was a tree...

I started walking to the said tree, with the best of my ability. But I madE IT, yeah mama raised a warrior man. Sitting under the tree looking afar as I watched over the flower field. It's so peaceful.

Sadly it's just dream.. 'But who said it is.'

I know that voice- Looking beside me I saw him but his face was more clearer and less blurry than last time. It felt like I was going to cry.

'You missed me didn't you? Well I missed you too Schatz' He chuckled. I growled softly punched his arm as I felt tears stream down my face, his laugh made me feel comforted. 'You bastard! You left me like that for weeks!'

I hiccuped and sobbed, this was to much. The man I danced with and had me so motivated was Austria-Hungary?! This is so..stupid!

'I'm so sorry, but I was busy with all the meetings and my family to come back. I decided that I'll spend my few moments with you' His arms wrapped around me, softly pulling me into his chest. His warmth calming me down from the break down I had.

'Is life getting better for you Schatz?..' He asked. I shook my head slowly, fiddling with my fingers. 'Mom as been at work a lot, on her days off she goes out. My dad is living somewhere else..' I felt my eyes droop after that.

'Barely have friends either, I do but they barely talk to me..' Letting out a bumpy breath I can hear him hum at my answer to his question.

I can feel his hand petting my head in a comforting way. As if he was trying to bring my tension down. It was working either way..

'I just wonder why I can't stay here for ever.. It's not like I have a purpose..' I whispered, closing my eyes as I rested my head on his chest. He sighed. 'I know you want to, but it's hard because you want to live in your mind.'

'Somewhere you can be free, and do anything you want.' He said 'looking' at the leaves falling and the soon rising sun making the blue hour fade away.

'But you need to wait for me, Okay.. I'll help lead you.' he said. My instincts told me he was getting up so i moved. He stood up, wiping his pants as he looked down at me, who was still on their own knees.

Crouching down as he held my sad tired face. 'Ich liebe dich.' Was the last thing he said before fading away, leaving me once again. Golden hour as now arisen. Laying on the soft grass watching the leaves fall and flower field blow in the wind.

How peaceful.. 'It certainly is dear..'

ˊˊI'll protect you from all things I've seen.. ˊˊ

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[bubbelpop2]

FOR DISABLED PET OWNERS WHO CAN'T CARE FOR THEIR CAT AND SPEND TOO MUCH MONEY DOING SO

please reblog this if you care about the "if you can't care for your pet you shouldn't own one" ableist saying

okay so here's what you're gonna do. your cat potties in whatever place is the most convenient. If you can't clean the litterbox regularly, and the cat can't easily cover up it's stuff, it's going to potty in whatever place is most convenient or removed from its regular potty space.

The goal here is to make cat care as accessible and cheap as possible.

So. You need a nice, wide-open potty space for what I'm doing to tell you to do. so pitch your old litter box, and the litter. Dispose of the litter someplace it won't bother people, either in the trash, or dump it in a discreet location far away from foot traffic, because the clay is just going to sit there and smell like cat urine forever.

If you can't handle physical work, hunt for a potty box that is WIDE AND NOT TOO SHALLOW. You want the cat to be able to step into it easily and you dont want it to be able to scoop the [whatever you're using that isnt litter. Could be grass, hay, dried brown leaves, or soft and chunky wood pellets]

Okay, so. If you can handle physical work, Buy a big tupperware tub of some sort. One of those big plastic tubs. A cheap one. Then, use a lighter or a fire of some sort (be careful) and melt and poke holes around the bottom of it. Like this:

Here is the top of the box. 1/4th of the top of the box.

Here is the half of the box. 2/4ths of the box.

Here is the bottom part of the box. This is 3/4ths of the box.

If you need to, draw a line or score a mark around the 3/4th part of the box. DO NOT puncture the very bottom of the box. You want to puncture the 3/4th mark.

Okay, so, once you have that done, you wanna take a lighter and melt around the line (or the imaginary line) that you made on the 3/4ths bottom portion of the box. Then, you wanna use scissors or a knife and poke holes alllll around the line. All around the line. Because that'll make it way easier for the cat to get in and out. Then use your common sense and the lighter and the sharp object to remove the excess plastic.

OR alternatively, if you can't find a BIG, WIDE tub, and you can't imagine yourself doing that whole wrap-around thing with said tub, then using the same method, cut a WIDE and easily accessible door for the cat into one of the SHORT sides of the box. Not the long side. The short side. Because you want to minimize spillage.

Okay, now that the door is done, or the sides of the wide box is done, you're going to use duct tape to cover the sharp edges. Or you're going to melt and bend the plastic until it's not sharp anymore.

Then, after the box is complete, fill it with whatever you're using. (dried brown leaves directly from your yard or dead grass directly from your yard works the very best, but you can buy wood pellets in a big bag from any store that does landscaping, probably. You could also buy hay that's meant to be rabbit food)

Okay now you're going to introduce your cat to your new box. Take a scoop of shit (yes you heard me correctly) and put it in the box, along with a big clump of litter and cat piss, and then lure your cat into the box with treats, or gently place them in the box and keep them there for a couple seconds. This works best if you catch them IN THE ACT of pottying in the old box or in someplace they're not supposed to.

Okay, now, take the old litterbox, and dump it in that discreet location we talked about. Just because it's easier. OR, if you have the energy, dump it entirely into a garbage bag and throw the whole thing away. Don't bother with cleaning it. You'll never need to scoop again. Or try a bunch of different litters that don't work. Or fix or maintain an automatic litterbox. Or support an industry that packages clay for fifty fucking dollars.

Anyways, when you need to clean it, just dump it outside. It won't smell. And you won't need to scoop. And it'll be lightweight.

[ratgingi]

you have,,, ghs oc's right?? if i remember correctly,,, would you,,, would you wanna ramble about any of them?? haha, maybe tell us some info about them,, and info dump,,, even if they're so incoherent i am sitting here willing to listen to whatever your mind conjures /gen,, KSDNKJS

I DO i used to have more but they were either lost to time or need to be reworked and are not fit for public eye BUT there is.... her

babs ...... i was actually drawing her for a comms promo thing so thats what this is frm lmao

shes really under developed due to me jumping ship to a different hyperfixation right after i started workin on her BUT i have been thinking a lot abt her recently uhhh

shes a rat so i wanna make her related to the gregory family in some way . probably like . distant cousin or some shit who decided this shit sucks fuck it we ball im going to visit uncle greg at his place and works as a bartender to earn her stay

shes not very good with kids but does her best to be nice about booting them from the bar when they get in there . probably ignores literally everyone except catherine when shes there because babs is a big dumb lizard kisser whos too scared to Actually make any moves since any time cat talks to her its about one of the guys around the hotel </3

she and the second guest probably get along pretty well i would think. just like cat and mama have their girls nights babs and second guest probably hang out and have their own

[moenmomentsthemoe-en]

18, 20, 22 ask thang :3

HIHI J!!! THANK U FOR THA QUESTIONS

this became sorta long becasu i. me me ramble so ill put the answers under a cut!

ask game here :D

18. A memorable meal this year?

oohh hard pick. mmm id say maybe ice cream sundae days or milkshake days!! or those coffee dates i used to go on my own :] . i dont get much money to spend on stuff like those so like. when i do. its when im having an Experience. also i think its nice to sit down with a sweet drink .

im never going to forget my 9.30pm accidentally upsized white mocha latte when i was so so so stressed about not keeping up with assignments, failing at developing proper skills, going over curfew + not having a good life but also being too stressed out that i was numb to it? then lo and behold the barista said theyd accidentally upsized my drink and i didnt have to pay extra for it and that was really nice of them . it came when i was at a low point so !!! :] (AUHG THE DRINK WAS REALLY BITTER BUT i was touched )

20. What’s something you learned this year?

uhhh. i learnt to be niceys. to myself? i think. OOHH and i learnt a lot of technical art stuff but tbh thats a stressor on itself

the ten thousand things ive learnt this year are mostly about my own mental condition and i dont wanna traumadump auhga (BUT its helped me to know atleast)

OH ALSO if you beat a mixture with flour in it for too long it creates too much gluten and causes ur food to be hard n thick which is not niceys (want AIR and FLUFF)

22. Favorite place you visited this year?

Cat cafe !!!! i went there on my birthday by myself and it was really nice just. eating n drawing in the presence of cats. and also one staff member wished me a happy birthday which was really nice of them since it was a rough day !!

[tobyfoxfacts]

Heard of 72 uses for snails? 72 uses for Toby Fox:

Dog sitter

Standup comedian for a low budget party

One man puppeteer for your other low budget party

DJ but he only plays Indie game music

A member of your band for like 1 gig to fill in someone's place because long term commitments would mess up his schedule

Tech support for video games. (he had to be his own tech support team when UNDERTALE first came out)

Guard dog

Tutor

Guy that distracts security while you sneak by

Wingman

Hitman

Hiking guide who tells people about every single fcking rock they see on the trail

Guy who will answer your questions about almost anything. But can only answer questions that are obscure and irrelevant

Merch Designer

Concept artist

Music composer

Game designer

Professional laugh track encourager. (gets the whole room of people to laugh for the laugh track recording)

Emotional support dog

Perhaps an emotional support human

A great pillow, if you can get him to sit still and pay him enough

He will climb trees to get your cat so you don't have to embarrass yourself by calling the fire dept and the whole neighborhood hears

Guy who shows up at the wedding and starts dancing and hyping everyone up to increase the vibe and encourage other people to dance

Fashion model

He probably knows how to make balloon animals.

Animal Shelter caretaker

A babysitter (he had 2 younger brothers)

A substitute teacher for environmental science or liberal arts

Public speaker (he would probably sht himself)

Video game tester

Guy who says "may I take your hat sirrrr" at parties, but in a perfect Patrick Star voice

Voice actor

Language teacher

Translator

He would give you great indie game recommendations

Have him do your laundry

Have him write you a song

Get him to do the damn dishes

Teach him how to do a cartwheel

Have him pay the hospital bill when he fails

Make him put together your IKEA furniture. He seems like the kinda guy who likes that stuff

Professional LEGO builder.

He will paint your nails if you ask nicely

Ask him to beatbox for your mixtape

Have him fix that dishwasher that stopped working 13 years ago but you've been to lazy to fix it so it just holds clean dishes. If he manages to fix it, this will boost his masculinity.

Guy who lugs your sled back up the snow hill so you don't have to do it yourself

He will sharpen your pencils while you draw

He will be your alarm clock. (make soft beeping noises in your ear at requested time)

He will be your personal shopper, until it comes to the checkout line, he gets too scared.

He will be the mascot for your sports team, if he gets to wear a little white dog fur suit and dance around

He will teach you to build robots

He will sit next to you in church so you don't look lonely

He will be your temporary date if you don't wanna look too sad at a gathering

Party crasher

Person who walks around the store (disguised as a customer) and compliments other customers to encourage them to buy what merchandise they're holding

The guy to tell you all 72 snail facts

He will fend off your sleep paralysis demons

He will do the hokey pokey to cheer you up

Have him read you a bedtime story

A really shitty bodyguard

Dog walker

professional food taste tester

He will write you excerpts to send to bullies online so you can roast them super well

Fanfic slander-er (if you hate a fanfic he will personally leave a comment on it and tell the creator that their UNDERTALE fanfic isn't canon) You would have to pay him for this because he would feel bad doing it

If you don't have anyone to play video games with, he will join you

Professional tissue hander. When you're crying while studying for exams, he will pass you tissues

World's smallest violin player. When you need a soundtrack while saying "can we get an F in the chat" he will pull out a tiny violin

He will set up your parent's computers and reset their Gmail passcodes when they forget them

He will do your clown makeup when that toxic boy you dated cheats on you

He will give you hugs

He will draw you adorable little pictures

He will annoy the crap out of you for free.

[bullshit-bulltrue]

☆ hawk talk 8/21/23 ☆

um so not gonna say a lot bc i woke up like two minutes ago to blow my nose and i already want to go back to sleep bc oversleeping is my disease now

so my apologies if this is like bad and short

i'm just very tired and woke up In the middle of the night and wanted to do something

um okay science!!

i had a sore throat this morning and i still had it during science so i wasn't that awake

BUT

Mr. E asked what a rube goldberg machine was and my hand darted up so fast and it was lowkey such a xander hawthorne moment <3

and when i answer questions, my science class doesn't all turn their heads to me !!

it really helps my anxiety when people aren't looking directly at my face during public speaking

many turned their bodies and/or ears to me but there was no eye contact

ik it seems miniscule to them, but i really appreciate it

oh and this bitch doesn't wanna work on the part of the project i told her to do

like i already did the writing portion so in order for everyone to do something,, her and emers need to do the drawing

and the bitch was shit at it

but it won't bring my grade down or anything bc if u don't do anything in the group, (her idea of doing smth is "giving the idea in the first place") u don't get any credit

so then i got to math

lanie came up to me and gave back my copy of the outsiders that i lent her. she said she like the book !!

um and then we had to do these state mandated tests

that wasn't actually as difficult as i thought it would be??

it was cool

and then on my way to lunch ben comes up from behind me and is like

b: i didn't know you had split lunch?

m: yeah on even days i have first lunch

b: huh i looked and hadn't seen you in the cafeteria

m: *chuckles* oh yeah i've seen you

*kinda longish pause*

b: where do you sit?

m: wherever there's room 🤷‍♀️

b: i sit way in the back near-

m: near the bathrooms?

b: yeah (think i might've freaked him out a little bc apparently observing people since i have no friends at first lunch is weird ig??)

b: this uh one guy i sit with at lunch is cool and all but *groans and kinda paused bc he's annoyed* makes the CORNIEST JOKES like i think he's cool and all but LIKE- *cuts himself off* (and then he sorta rambled a lil, It was cute)

so we ended up sitting across from each other on that corner table and it was nice

didn't talk much since there was a group of girls on the left of me in a conversation with him for a bit and i didn't wanna interrupt

so i just observed and i tried not to observe too much so yeah

but everytime they were done talking to him we kept showing each other these tiktoks

AND HE SHOWED ME A FEW CAT TIKTOKS SO I THINK HE MIGHR BE AN ENJ9YER OF GATITOS ✨️✨️

CNRJFJRHGJRJGHRHHJFJFJ

..okay i am calm now.

so then we said our goodbyes anddd yeah

OH MY GOD SO THE GIRL NEXT TO ME IN BROADCAST IS ASIAN-LATINA AND I LOVE HER

THERE'S A TOKEN GRINGA AT EVERY TABLE I SIT IN IN ALL MY CLASSES AND I'M SO GLAD SHE ISN'Y ANOTHER ONE

SO ME AND THE GUY ACROSS FROM ME ARE MEXICAN AND SHE (HER NAME IS RY) IS DOMINICAN SO HELL YEAH

and then wr have the token gringa who gets mad we call her that because she's "part german and russian"

like bitch you white

sucks for you

(yes, ik, russia is technically part of asia but she said a very low percentage so yeah we call her gringa)

ANYWAY

ME AND RY WERE LITERALLY ON THE CLASSROOM FUCKING FLOOR DYING BC WE STARTED TALKING BOUT OUR DADS AND HISPANIC CULTURE AND EVERYTHING

and then class ended :(

OH AND WE HAD TO DO A RECORDING OF THE LINCH MENU AND I RECORDED SO MUCH HALLWAY TEA 👀 👀

and THEN class ended :(

and then we got to color a little project in science lab bc my teacher is lovely and she adores me <3

[shslpunkartist99]

ok sorry this is off-topic but please I must know, what would happen if we were to introduce shadow pupper, or Poof as I shall call 'em, to main Summer? It's for important research purposes.

ALSO THOSE SKETCHES OF THE PUNKS LOOK AMAZING! Seriously it's almost hard to believe those are just sketches cuz they look so nice~!

I don't know if it's just me, but Oreo gives me sassy vibes. I dunno. I blame all of the times I've drawn all of my sassy OCs in that similar position there. I love how his hat is give the v-sign there! It's really cute! But as for Oreo himself, he looks really sassy to me and very cute and I would like to smooch him. Also wanna give his hat companion a high-five too if that's alright.

Pachinko I'd like to sit on his lap asjkaskj no wait I mean he looks so nice and kissable and punchable, and I just wanna kiss him and smack him and also sit on his lap I mean what

Also it took me too long to realize that his foot was NOT on a mini stool despite it clearly looking VERY much not like a stool sajksajkasjk

His lil companion buddy looks very cute too but omg Pachinko why you have your foot on them like that?? I hope he's at least a little nice to it. I know it'll likely be okay but it looks very cute and huggable and I'm weak to things like that so can't help but worry a little lol

Cherri honestly looks very precious to me and the same thing goes for her cat blob companion there. I just wanna give them a big hug as well as give Cherri a smooch

Keno- first thing I noticed with him immediately his expression and I had to stop for a moment to laugh. I don't know if it's just me here but you always seem to draw him with that sort of expression and it's just so funny.

But anyway, Keno also looks very nice too and ngl it's kinda setting off my simping side a lot here. I've always been a simp for the Punks (with a bit of bias toward Pachinko) but gosh you're making me simp even more for Keno there. At this rate, he and Pachinko will end up tied on that bias of mine lol. Like seriously, he just looks so nice and handsome and I wanna sit on his lap I MEAN give him a kiss and hug him

THEN THERE'S HIS LIL PUPPER COMPANION. I KNEW IT WOULD BE CUTE BUT GOSH NOW THAT I'VE SEEN IT IT'S MUCH MORE PRECIOUS THAN I EXPECTED. Honestly I love all of the companions here but I have to say I might be a little bias toward this lil guy. I just wanna pick it up and give it a gentle squeeze as well as lots of kisses then introduce it to my dogs and watch them all run around playing.

OH YEAH ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION BUT THE PUNKS' OUTFITS ALL LOOK REALLY NICE SO FAR. If any suggestions come to mind than I'll be sure to share them but overall I say their outfits are looking good so far! Tbh it's almost hard to believe you're even winging them cuz they look that good to me!

You'd have two overly energetic pups zooming all over the place. Summer can hide in Poof to ride around, then they can do the same in reverse. Summer will get tired out first tho, as Poof is constantly vibrating (I seriously wanna make a gif of it)

Also yeyyyeyeye I'm super happy you like em! I haven't drawn in a hot minute, so I was worried if my slacking would show. Good to know I still got the power to make yall simp lol

[ajkesiah]

All about me

Just to clarify, my name is not AJ, I just prefer that name, its like my online name bc I'm not comfortable sharing my real one.

I'm Filipino, I'm from the Philippines and my mom is Filipino, although my dad isn't, he's German, Irish, and Scottish and hes from America that that makes me Filipino, Irish, Scottish, German and American?

My favorite food is pizza, literally any pizza, pizza is pizza 🤩 and rice cakes, ice cream mochi and just normal mochi, rice, fish, chocolate, strawberry, mint, and orange sherbet ice cream, hamburgers, the Filipino chocolate and strawberry wafer sticks, miso soup, teriyaki chicken, Alfredo, pasta, Chinese chicken, lumpia, and halo-halo, I HAVE A BUNCH MORE

My fav color is purple, green, blue, red and black ❤️

My favorite instrument is the violin and the guitar, all types. I actually play the bass guitar! 😜🎸

My hobbies are drawing, (I'm an artist) sleeping, eating, and hanging out with my friends

I am not an only child, I have an older sister

My fav animes are aot, saiki k, violet evergarden, a silent voice, chainsaw man, and alot more that i cant think of

My fav TV shows/series are the Umbrella Academy, Marlon, K-dramas, Sam and cat, and Victorious (I REMEMBER WATCHING THEM ALL THE TIME)

my fav drink is lemon water, grape and the tropical punch kool aid, chocolate milk (ESP THE ONES IN THE PHILLIPINES) cherry coke and normal coke, mountain dew, and many more

My bday is in January, and I was born on 11:11 am, SERIOUSLY IT LITERALLY SAYS THAT ON MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE I CAN SHOW YOU GUYS

My fav animals are foxes, pandas, woolly monkeys, cats and dogs, parrots, and many more. I actually have a story abt a bird, so I was sitting in class and this bird came up to the window, it had blue, red, green, and yellow LIKE A PARROT but it flew away in a few seconds and there are like no parents around where I live but yeah that's cool

My fav sea animal are sting rays, jellyfish, dolphins and sharks

I've been to the Philippines, Cambodia, Japan, I actual went there to Tokyo when I was a baby 😜 Michigan, Florida, New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Chicago, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Canada, and prob like 1-2 more, I forget. But places I wanna go to is France, South Korea, New Mexico, and Vietnam and Japan again. If we get enough money, my family and I are going back to the Philippines for a vacation there to see our family that lives there. We need 7k to go there and to come back where I live rn. 😕

I have 3 cats

My style is sometimes skater girl, dark academia, cottage core, or really just anything comfy but it still looks nice yk

I have black hair

My eye color is brown, it looks so pretty in the sun 🤩 I've actually been getting so many stuff in my eye lately, I got 4 eyelashes in my eyes yesterday, and shampoo while taking and shower and it stung so bad, I've been getting eyelashes in my eye nonstop for so long. OMG OFJDKF so yesterday I had an eyelash in my eye after my guitar practice, so I tried getting it to the corner of my eye, like the corner near my nose, and it was a small eyelash. And yk your teardrop holes in the corner... you prob already guessed it.... IT GOT STUCK IN THERE. So when it was in the corner it kinda when near my upper eyelid and I blinked THEN I SAW THE TIP OF THE EYELASH IN THE TEARDROP HOLE 😕✌️ IT SCARED ME SO BAD I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK I LITERALLY DID 😭 but I got it out

I have really weird dream

I'm an insomniac, I have every problem that you could think of my life's a mess 😭

I'm broke

really really dirty minded 😜✌️

A/N: I'm getting kinda tired so I might make a part 2 of this? Lmk what questions abt me I should answer if any of you have some. Anyway, have a good night/day <33

[wh0recannon]

Yes Thoughts, all of them are Super “Indebted” Todoroki

You know that man is mentally scarred so if you were free him from his chains of trauma and insufferableness by being yourself and loving him, he will not hesitate to regard you a deity and do anything for you.

Literally Anything.

Guess what, he finished his patrol early, has cleaned everything around the house, and makes sure you come home with a meal already on the stove

He bought like 24 cookbooks when y’all moved in together so he could show you his gratitude and also because he sucks at cooking anything not soba related

“Hey, Sho. I had a pretty bad day today so—.” Already left for the bathroom cabinet. He has returned with a bottle of acetaminophen in his right hand and a cup of water in his left, and you can hear the bath water running.

“Please tell me about it, Y/N. I’m here to listen to you and help in any way I can. I’ve also started the bath for you, if you would like one.”

If you happen to come home before him, cook your own food, and go to bed alone, he’ll return and make your lunch for the next few days to “apologize for leaving you by yourself”

Also whatever you left for him when he came home is gone. All of it. A sticky note is now on the fridge thanking you like you healed him from the brink of death or something.

You like to collect those sticky notes like children collect stones. “Hey, wanna see the sticky notes my husband leaves me?”

If he has a day off that you don’t also have he doesn’t. No exceptions. He’d rather work himself into the ground than relax at home without his angel.

…actually he won’t anymore because you told him that was incredibly unhealthy and that your presence should not be a requisite to his happiness so now he just stays home and cooks.

But sometimes, Shoto will go to the arcade and do things he never experienced as a child. He’ll also draw pictures of things he saw on his walk so he can show them to you when you get home and, on occasion, Midoriya. He’s actually a very good artist.

You both have a day off? No. It’s your day off. Best believe he’s doing everything to spoil and pamper you. Not like you ask or anything. In fact you asked if he wanted to switch places. Multiple times.

“Darling, I’m already on Cloud 9 having the chance to care for you like this. This is my day off.” Okay, weirdo.

When he finally lets you be the caring spouse for once, he can not stop staring at you with pure unadulterated love. When you sit him in between your legs to comb his hair for him (sooo fucking soft btw), he is literally in heaven.

You can cook him a boiled and salted potato and he will eat it like he has lived in the Sahara Desert for years. You can cook him a Beef Wellington like Gordon Ramsay and he’ll swallow it like a feral cat living in under an alley way dumpster. The fact that you made it makes it godly.

Fun challenge time! Go to the mall with him and convince him not to buy you anything. Do your best!! You will fail.

“You deserve all the happiness I can provide you, and I don’t mind if it’s materialistic.”

Nice! I don’t need 4 more shirts repping my comfort show and a Studio Ghibli bracelet.

You’re depressed? Feeling worthless? That’s cute. He will hold you and list his favorite things about you, except he’s just listing the things he noticed about you and calling them “precious” and “adorable”.

You’re literally amazing to him and he’s NOT letting you forget it.

((These next few hcs are NSFW btw, so piss off minors it’s for your safety.))

In bed he is completely submissive to you and you only. His biggest priority is always your pleasure.

Yes, body worship is on the table. He regards you as a deity, remember? Every part of you is incredible and he wants you to believe him when he says it.

He loves being degraded, it’s honestly adorable. The idea that he’s nothing compared to you and yet is who you choose to be intimate with is already getting him hard, and for you to enforce it? He’s melting!

He can be dominant, too, if you ask. His favorite thing is marking you because you always end up showing it off later whether he put it in easy to cover places or not.

He does try to put it in easy to cover places. He may act like an animal then but he truly doesn’t want to embarrass you (even though he loves it when people notice, no matter how embarrassed he acts).

When he bottoms out in you he’s telling you he loves you, when he’s about to release he’s telling you he loves you, when he feels like you truly own him he’s telling you he loves you. He doesn’t say a lot most of the time, but he’s going to be as honest as he wants here.

[disformer]

Genuine question but like, do u have any general Protectobots headcanons u wanna talk about? I just never see anything w them for the most part /gen

Yeah! The reason you don’t see them much is they REALLY do not get a chance to shine in any media. Most of their g1 eps feel very ‘oh shit we forgot to sell these toys’; aid and blades are really the only two who get actual character arcs.

Fanon interpretation draws a lot from their official description and the cheesy sweetness of those eps. They’re the only combiner with more defensive capacity than offensive, and they’re built toe to tip to help humans. It lends to this fandom image of the boys as gentler, more comfortable around people than other cybertronians, and much kinder and loving towards each other.

ill chuck some longer takes on each of them under here ⬇️

Hot Spot: Big time dad energy; 25 year old boomer. He’s described as super energetic and invested in his team and they adore him in return. He can be a little out of touch like a high school PE teacher who thinks clapping at you is gonna make you enjoy running, but his heart is never not in the rights place. I don’t have much to say about hot spot mostly because that energy and motivation is a lot more apparent when you see it survive the really dark times. He’s a good boy, big baby blue border collie bot.

Blades: he’s the ‘bad boy’ but literally only because he’s standing next to 4 squeaky clean poster children. He’s like a cat; you need to play with him 3 times a day and give him somewhere high to sit and he’s very funny and sweet. Otherwise? Fight picking time. I like to think they have the aerialbots come over once a week to tussle with him and get all that energy out. LOVES teasing aid in the most pigtail-pulling embarrassing way possible. The cat analogy just works so well here I don’t have much else to add fhdhhdhdb

Groove: AH! This is the pacifist of the protectobots!! The official description that says it’s aid is totally wrong because Groove is the one with the philosophical streak and aid fires guns constantly. Groove sunbathes sideways on the floor in his alt mode; he’s a Garfield who’s read every Ursula Le Guinn essay. He roams and does fuck-all, and he likes to challenge people who take issue with that. Does a cybertronian need a gatling gun to be worth something? Can a mech not just be a motorcycle sitting very stoned on a cliff at sunset? The most frustrating one to argue with.

Streetwise: I’m making streetwise ACAB i’m sorry, i like him too much and he’s so nice. He’s just a dorky little Ford pursuit car and he can switch his insignia around to get past human barriers. Streetwise does the most legwork for human relations; he’s actually learnt the languages, not just auto translated, so he can better grip the cultures he’s interacting with. He talks to humans and lots of them, and he monitors when intervention would be good and when they need to stay out of it. There’s a pretty wobbly ethical issue with having 5 huge aliens just show up when there’s smoke; humanity is more complicated than that, and Streetwise does his best to make sure the Protectobots can keep operating while maintaining the trust of the people.

First Aid: Ok pulling off my kin tentacles for a moment. Aids a very empathetic bot, and in the g1 show that manifested as a lot of gentle motherly behaviour but we also have that IDW characterisation adding an edge to it. He processes his emotions externally, which is to say Aid observes the way he feels very closely in a detached way and uses that to empathise with others/manage the wellbeing of his team. As with many people who do this, it leaves an emotionally organised person; a bit prim a bit polite, very ASD/OCD. Aid also has a complex relationship with violence; he abhors seeing the waste and destruction of war, but he’s trapped himself in ritual. He might not want to be a soldier but he definitely wants to be swept off his feet.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Gamer boy

Yandere!Shigaraki x reader 

NO MINORS

You caught the eye of an obsessive gamer. He's convinced you're perfect for him. So why are you ignoring him?

tw: yandere themes, stalking, kidnapping, noncon, alcohol use, degradation, flash photography

You worked at the local gaming cafe. It was a pretty chill job most of the time. The adults who came in didn't care to socialize or cause problems and the school kids would only try to run a muck for a short while until they got entrapped by whatever they were playing. You sat at the help desk, renting out games, consoles, and selling sugary drinks. Easy as pie. Like any cafe, you had regular customers.

Once a week a wild-haired-sloucher would slink up to your desk to rent out a computer mouse and then head to the same computer every time - number 001. After an hour or so he would come up to buy an energy drink.

Of course you didn't know that he came here because Kurogiri would force him out of his cave once a week.

Your first mistake was on his third visit. When he came in you had a computer mouse and his favorite energy drink sitting out for him. The drink was on the house, you smiled. To you, this was a friendly gesture to make sure your reliable customers would keep coming back. To him, this was an offering of your submission. The second sign you gave was asking him if he was going to attend the opening of a new gaming store. He wasn't, obviously, but you wanted him to go, didn't you?

He started keeping tabs on you. To make sure you were worthy, he told himself. He was impressed to find that you actually had a useful quirk. You had a group of friends that lived in your apartment complex. He found it a bit pathetic that you spent so much time with them. But it must be hard for you to not be with him. You must be so lonely when he wasn't around.

Then he began to sneak in to your room, whether you were there or not. Occasionally he would sort through your drawers while you were in the shower; or play whatever game he chose to keep on his phone that week while you slept. When you were away he would take a more thorough inventory. He went through the movies and games piled in your living room. Carefully skimmed through the books on your nightstand. Rummaged through your cabinets and fridge.

Shigaraki was at war with himself on what his next move should be. A piece of him - however small - wanted to go about things like a normal person. But that left too much room for rejection. He was biding his time, trying to develop some form of plan. Until you forced him into action. 

It happened during one of the nights he devoted to watching over you. Your friends had finally convinced you to go out with them. Allowing them to play dress up, they put you something too short and too tight for Shigaraki's comfort. They were going to drag you to a bar in that? You were practically begging for men to proposition you. Why did you even own something like that? You knew you belonged to him. Anyone aside from him shouldn't see that amount of your body. The anger was starting to creep over him, his skin becoming too tight until he was forced to seek relief by digging into his neck.

Things only went down hill from there. While you were having a great time, completely unaware of your stalker's presence, Shigaraki sulked angrily along the edge of the club you had been pulled into. You were drunk, although no where near as drunk as your companions and happily in the middle of the dance floor. As you faced your friend, a man wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tightly against him by the hips. You didn't mind at first, until you realized the man was a complete stranger and not another person you knew. Your shrugged him off and the oaf moved on towards his next prey. It took everything Shigaraki had in him not to end the man's life, along with everyone else in the damn room. But he managed. And you kept dancing, drawing in guys like flies to honey. None of them caught your eye, of course not, even when intoxicated you knew who you belonged to. Obviously, you were using these NEETs to get under Shigaraki's skin. Taunting him for not keeping you in check.

One of the girls you came with had wandered off with some "handsome" stranger and you were the only one with enough wherewithal to go looking for her. You listened to podcasts, Don't let your friends go off alone ESPECIALLY when intoxicated, it was a true crime commandment.

With no luck in the club you ventured outside, breaking the commandment yourself. You weaved around the building, holding on to the wall to keep yourself from stumbling. In the back of the building you ran into a hooded figure. 

"Have you seen my friend?"

The figure, Shigaraki, tilted his head. He had two options, take you in this back alley and risk someone hearing you scream, or begin a game of cat and mouse. You just looked so dazed and fuckable.

"Your friends? I'm not sure but I saw two people head that way," He lied and pointed away from the club. "Do you need help looking for them."

You scrunched your nose, genuinely (and drunkenly) debating the idea. Finally you shook your head, "No thanks, stranger danger."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not a stranger," he smirked. Finally you realized who the person in front of you was.

With a gasp you giggled, "Gamer boy!"

"Shigaraki," he reminded you, shifting back and forth uncomfortably trying to ease the growing swell in his pants. Why did you have to be so cute?

"Hm, okay then but no funny business."

He smirked as he lead you away from your friends. After a few blocks you were ready to give up, you tend to be a tired drunk and just wanted to go home to your bed. Shigaraki was understanding, probably too understanding, and willing to walk you back to your place. You thanked him, ready to bid him farewell at your door, but he followed you in, convincing your drunk brain that you two should have a drink before he left. You curled yourself into your couch while you listened to your guest.

"Thanks for walking," you yawned, "with me. You're so nice."

Gently the villain lifted you off your feet, "Someone's tired. Let's get you in to bed."

You nodded. Unable to process the impending danger. Until you realized that he was joining you on your bed, starting to tug at your outfit. "Shigi, what are you doing."

"I'm giving you what you want," he said in between nips to your neck and shoulders. "You've been misbehaving all night. Dressing and acting like a slut. Practically offering your body to any undeserving male. If you want to be a whore, then you can be my whore."

A hand slid beneath cotton of your clothes.

He teased your slick flesh, "See how quickly your body reacts to me?"

Your head was spinning, not really processing what he was saying. But you felt good and you wanted to keep feeling good. His unruly hair tickled your nose. You giggled. He latched his lips around your breast, teasing your nipples. One with his tongue, the other with his thumb.

The heat between your legs was becoming unbearable.

"What are you going to do to me?"

He lift his eyes to look up at you, "Such a forgetful thing. I'm gonna pound into your little pussy until you forget that any one besides me exists."

You whined in confusion. Your memory fuzzy on what led up to this moment. Had you brought him home?

He carefully continued to tease your sensitive body. Biting at your thighs and pressing against your soaked panties.

...

"Tell me who you belong to

...

"I'm never letting you get out of bed. I gotta make sure I keep my desperate whore in her place."

...

...

"Are you begging for my cum? Such a greedy little bitch."

...

"Spread your legs, let me see how pretty you look when you're stuffed with my cum."  *flash* "so pretty. You wanna see how god I take care of you?"

...

"Make sure you keep behaving once we get you home. If you misbehave I'll have to hurt another one of your friends."