#just...things he can enjoy

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Ze during the Railway Workers' Day event

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina

[abandoned-quiche]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BTW. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR HATE FOR THEM ON MY POST

[lucabyte]

in my heart of hearts i do truly believe that if mdp is in any way extant postcanon its as one of those hallucinations that they get so used to it just becomes mundane

+bonus

do you fucking need something

[hinamie]

*catboys ur shounen protag*

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[xxplastic-cubexx]

filler

[anbaisai]

It's not even actually their birthday

(Based on a conversation I had with a friend + Jamil's 2024 birthday present to the player)

[tianhai03]

behold. my collection of arthur morgan doodles i kept telling myself i would post (some of these are almost a month old now)

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.

[juicerca]

“make me dizzy,, ₍^. .^₎⟆

sylus x reader ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

a/n : i got a fever too. me and xavier synched up like we on our periods together (WHICH IM ON </3) or some shit. my nose is stuffy and my body is burning 😭 !!!!! sylus fever fluff written to comfort my pain. just a short lil thing <3 SUPER SHORT </3333 cus my brain is broken and ill and i have an exam in two days WAAAA

synopsis : f!reader gets sylus to cool her down when her fever gets too unbearably hot by calling him over

content : pure fluff/comfort fic. i can't bring myself to write sylus angst (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) also sorry i keep writing MC in pathetic situations. i love girlboss MC as much as the next girlie i SWEAR, mc is cat-like/a little spoiled AGAIN (sylusMC is SOOO CATTY TO ME)

pet-names : kitten, sweetie, cutie, princess,

word count : 642

₍^. .^₎⟆ ⋆ 🐾 °

you lay in his (basically yours at this point) black silk sheets, tossing and turning, kicking your feet in nothing but a small black vest and your underwear. no matter how much you shimmied around, your feet felt hot, your entire body burned with a heat that made your sweat feel unbearably lukewarm and sticky on your skin.

the sheets were most definitely damp from all the cold (now room temperature) towels that you had used to try to cool your body. but to no avail. nothing was making it more bearable. 5 cool towels around your neck just didn't cut it.

and so, you crawl across the endless expanse of bedding to grab your phone (with some difficulty). there was only one person you wanted to see you like this.

you spam him with this sticker about 10 times before the three dots finally appear. you wait for two seconds...five...ten...god why is this message taking so long? you grumble, huffing with his pillow tucked under your chin and contemplating throwing your phone against the plush back of his bed.

he calls you before you manage to hurl your device,

"kitten? do you need something? i'm at the store now."

"huh? i thought you said you'd be at an auction?"

he chuckles,

"i was at one. but you only text when you want something... or if you miss me... and considering how you're in my room and i saw you this morning, i assume it's the former. though i'd be very flattered if it was the latter."

"i also text when i see something that reminds me of you."

"that fits into the latter." he smile through the phone. you can faintly hear the bustle of the convenience store as well.

"...i feel a fever coming on. can you get me some ice cream?"

"got it. what else?"

"i want you..." you mumble into his pillow, feeling sluggish.

"..."

"respond..." you whine close to tearing up.

but before you can pick up more of a fuss, he's already next to the bed with a grocery bag in one hand and his phone in the other and his evol swirling around him.

not really thinking, you immediately go to nuzzle your heated face into his tummy. it's not really that comfortable, and you brush against the cold metal of his zippers that scratch at your face. but, nonetheless, it's just what you needed. he always is.

he puts away his phone and the bag onto the floor, gently carding through your hair and his voice a soft rumble,

"hi sweetie... want your ice cream now?"

"later..." you take his hands, putting them on your face in a happy mewl, "so cool..."

"aren't you just a cutie? does my princess want me to cool her down?" he smiles, sliding one hand down to your sweltering neck. you exhale in satisfaction, it's a little congested and you look like a sticky mess...but he thinks you're adorable. he always will.

spoiling you was irreplaceable to him. there was nothing in the world more special than the feeling of being your one and only prince, dictated by his only princess. you could have anything you wanted, be as bratty and as demanding as you wanted, surrounded by luxuries and comfort and you chose him to be your supplier and partner in it all. it was undeniably his favourite feeling in the world.

you nod, settling like putty into his large hands. gently but surely bringing you back to a comfortable temperature. as you drift off, you hear him softly humming to you a lullaby. something familiar but yet not quite. he might not have ever experienced the song in his own childhood, but everything he found beautiful and comforting was something he would share with you.

your life adorned in joy and comfort would always be his priority.

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[somegrumpynerd]

The call is coming from inside the house, Dust

[lala-blahblah]

I get why people headcanon that Trucy would call Edgeworth "Uncle Miles" because it represents how close he is to Nick and Trucy and how he's basically part of the family etc. HOWEVER I cannot help but imagine the shock and horror of passersby who hear Trucy call one man "uncle" and one "daddy" as they watch Nick and Miles interact lovingly in public and come to the conclusion that Nick is openly cheating on his spouse with his spouse's brother.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

i need daniel to be overcompensating for his insecurities so bad. 100 times more cocky and rude and aggressive and insensitive than he was as a human, falling back into old dangerous habits and vices, not just because now he has new energy and power and wealth to flaunt but because it's ALL he has, and he needs to cling onto it. play it up and revel in it so no one sees that underneath, he feels like a botched fledgling in the body of a sick, faded old man who maybe has no real idea why he was even made. that armand might think he failed in making him. that his maker didn't even really want him.

[manyrepulsivethoughts]

that one post comparing ruin's and LN2 endings altered my brain chemistry so now have this

[inthewychelm]

having some thoughts inspired by @morganbritton132 posts where mrs. hagan considers steve her kid, and tommy is very much in love with steve (this is still steddie tho)

like thinking about tommy home from college for summer break, following a groundbreaking revelation about his sexuality. maybe he hooked up with a guy or two during his freshman year of college, but thats not the point. the revelation was that he was very much in love with his ex-best friend.

maybe on the drive home he starts thinking about patching things up with steve, and if that rekindles some feelings and a chance at something more...tommy gets a little hopeful as he approaches hawkins

he doesn't even really know if steve's still in town but he finds out as soon as he opens his front door to find the guy sitting in his living room.

steve is in his house...and flirting with his mom?

tommy steps further inside, setting down his bags, which neither steve or his mom react to. he watches steve flash his mom that stupid patented charm, and tommy feels his stomach swoon at the grin then very quickly begins to burn with jealousy because it's not aimed at him.

worse even, is the way his mom leans into his jokes and touches steve's arms, which tommy ogles the muscle as his arm is stretched across the back of the couch.

tommy doesnt know what to make of the scene in front of him, but he decides what ever it is needs to stop when his mom giggles, in a way that he's only ever heard to be caused by his dad.

when tommy clears his throat, they don't even have to audacity to look caught out. just a light flush on steve's cheeks.

steve leaves pretty soon after tommy interrupted whatever strangeness that was, but tommy keeps seeing him around even if its not in his house. and every time, he's chatting up tommy's mom.

he hears that steve's been working at the family video, and finally figures he wants to seek him out to talk. about what? tommy's not sure. a warning to quit flirting with his mom? a branch to be his friend again? a confession?

but it all goes to shit, when he walks in and finds his mother perched at the counter talking to steve. and he's got his head tucked to the side looking bashful and gorgeous. he's close enough that he could probably hear what theyre saying as they're not even whispering, but tommy can't really hear anything over his blood rushing to his head.

tommy briefly registers that steve looks up in his direction, a shy smile tugging at his lips. but tommy's too frustrated to pay him any mind, so he just tucks his tail between his legs and runs out the door bumping into the freak munson on his way out. he'll come up with another plan for next time.

tldr: tommy thinks steve is trying to date his mom, but actually tommy's mom is teasing steve about eddie and trying to get them together.