#like they're fuzzy creatures and i love it

[zivazivc]

“Floyd, could you sing to me?”

The big brother looked up from where he was tucking the blanket under Branch’s feet. “Sure thing,” he said with a light smile.  “What would you like to hear? A lullaby?”

“I don’t know,” Branch mumbled as he nestled his head into the pillow. “You choose.”

Floyd could still see a crease of worry between his baby brother’s brows. He softly brushed a thumb over it in a silent reassurance that everything was going to be okay before he turned around to reach for their dad’s old guitar.

I think Floyd would often sing to Branch to get him to fall asleep, usually the songs and lullabies their parents sang when the older four were still little.

I know in the movie it seemed like they all left right after their fight, but I like to imagine that they just stormed off to cool off and that they actually left in the following days. And that this was the last song Floyd sang for Branch that night. :')

Both Sides Now (specifically this cover by Voncken) Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They snow and rain on everyone So many things I would've done But clouds got in the way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's clouds’ illusions, I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancin' way you feel When every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughin' as you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions, I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now my friends, they’re acting strange They shake their heads, and say I've changed Well, something's lost, but something's gained In living life each day I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down And give and take And win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions, I recall I really don't know life... I really don't know life at all

[lunaetis]

[ i've said it before and i'll say it again, i love writing my muses in love. ]

[jaewritesfic]

Melon!AU

Actual writing now, based on this post:

“What,” Tim breathes out faintly, “the fuck is that?”

Language, Bruce thinks faintly, though he doesn't manage to get it past his lips.

He is a man who prides himself on being ready for anything, but he most certainly didn't expect something like this when responding to the Batsignal tonight.

“That is a Pit Demon,” Damian's voice asserts through comms, grave in a way that betrays his collected mask. He's unnerved. “There is nothing else that could be.”

Bruce is unnerved too, though he refuses to show it.

Gordon had half the block cordoned off so no civilians would come through by the time Bruce and Tim - the closest at the time - had arrived on scene. The alley itself is blocked in by police cruisers, though the officers are staying very firmly behind the line and not approaching.

It's no wonder why.

The…thing backed into a dead end alley looks like it's made of smoke and shadow, all long sinuous lines and dangerous angles.

It's vaguely Humanoid in the sense that it has a long torso, arms and a head. The arms are too long, the fingers curved and wickedly sharp. The face is a well of deep shadow, a smooth slate broken only when it opens its jagged mouth to show off a full arsenal of fangs.

The only other facial features are the solid, glowing Lazarus green eyes. Wide and lamp-like, they give the distinct feeling that the creature's sights will not miss anything.

There are no legs. Just the sinuous curves and overlaps of a long smokey tail. It whips about with agitation.

Floating like mist on the water is a head of white hair, edges fuzzy and undefined like it can't decide whether it's a solid or a gas.

The creature lays with its chest nearly flat to the ground, propped up only by those horrifically sharp hands and poised like a predator ready to push off into a sprint.

Glowing Lazarus water seems to pool slowly beneath it, streaked here and there as evidence of past movement.

Bruce finally finds his tongue to question Damian. He can see his youngest standing on the opposite roof of he and Tim, the two buildings that form the alley their perch.

“You've seen something like this before?”

Damian hesitates. “...no. But there are stories of things coming out of the Pits. I doubt I need to explain why this seems to be one of them.”

With that color green shining out of its face and streaked across the alley? No. No, he doesn't.

“Do your stories have any clues on what to do when one shows up?” Tim asks, unable to tear his eyes away from the creature.

Damian scoffs. “Close your eyes and hope your end is quick.”

“Lovely,” Tim bites out, voice a little higher pitched than normal.

“We won't be doing that,” Bruce responds dryly, two taps coming through the comms notifying them of Black Bat's arrival.

Bruce looks up and has to search for her for a few seconds before he can make her out in the shadows of Damian's rooftop.

“I'm still five minutes out,” Dick comms in. “What exactly are we looking at here? Can Oracle give a visual with any cams?”

“I wish,” Oracle chimes in. “Even through the mask footage I have no idea what they're seeing. The feed is corrupted to hell and back whenever it's in frame.”

“Really? In person it looks like-”

Tim is cut off when the officers below make some kind of movement the monster clearly takes issue with, the snarl that almost physically ricochets off the brick walls making everyone wince.

It's like TV static and the crackle of lightning striking a tree, like glaciers cracking and shifting underwater all rolled into one.

The hair on the back of Bruce's neck stands on end.

“Fuck. It's like a living shadow, but all sharp and wrong and angry-”

“No,” Cass cuts in quietly, silencing everyone.

“...Black Bat?” Bruce questions lowly.

“Not angry,” she responds, as sure as ever when assessing a target - no matter what kind of target.

“Scared, hurt. Guarding chest, trying to hide it. Wants to scare us away, but making no move to attack. Posturing.”

The thing about Cass is that they trust her reads implicitly - her reads of people.

She wouldn't speak up if she wasn't certain, and she wouldn't be certain if she didn't see something painfully human in the creature below.

“...what do you suggest?” Bruce asks after a moment of tense silence, trying to reassess the creature and see what she sees.

He at the very least wants her opinion, so they can weigh it in formulating a plan here.

Cass keeps looking for a long moment, before she looks across the gap at him. “Needs help. Reach out - at least try.”

Masterpost

[ducksido]

OH MY GOSH I'M SO SO SORRY??? I THINK I TOTALLY FORGOT TO ADD WHO I WANTED IN MY LAST REQUEST (I was So Tired) But could I possibly get Ace, Leona, Ruggie and Jamil? You can totally add others if you'd like or just totally ignore this also. So sorry for any inconvenience!

(Btw the pups are doing fine now! They're with their mama who absolutely adores them. They're all cuddled up together rn and I'm still making sure she has enough food and water!)

(I love puppies + a pic of my dog at the end)

Ace Trappola

Ace had swung by Ramshackle intending to hang out, tease you a little, maybe steal some snacks—but the moment you cracked the door open, his mouth dropped.

"...Is that a box of actual puppies?"

You look half-dead and fully sleep-deprived, hair disheveled, a towel slung over your shoulder, and a little smudge of mud on your cheek. You blink slowly.

"Yeah. I pulled them out from under a shed at 1am."

"...Damn," he mutters, stunned. "Did you get bit or like, rabies or something? You look like someone dropped you into a swamp."

“I was in a swamp, practically.”

He hesitates, then crouches next to the box of tiny squirming puppies and murmurs, “Okay but like... this one’s got huge ears. He’s just like Deuce.”

Before long, he’s sitting on the floor with you, helping you towel off one of the pups while sneaking little sideways glances at you. And when he sees you carefully spoon-feeding the mama dog, whispering encouragement like a soft lullaby?

Ace gets weirdly quiet.

"...You’re kinda cool, y’know that?"

“What, because I wrestled puppies in the rain?”

"Nah. Because you cared enough to do it."

He won’t say it, but the sight of you mothering a bunch of helpless creatures does something to his heart.

And when you catch him trying to take a selfie with the box of puppies later, he swears it's just for Deuce. (It’s not.)

Leona Kingscholar

Leona did not come to Ramshackle expecting to see this. He was grumbling something about Grim being loud over the Magestone, but then the door opened—and you were on the floor, in pajamas, with a weak-looking dog nursing a litter of tiny babies at your side.

"...What in the Great Scar happened to you?"

“I pulled four puppies out of a ditch and then hand-fed their mom to keep her alive. Want some tea?”

He stares.

Then he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and drops down beside you.

"Of course you did something crazy like that. Don’t even ask, herbivore—I’m staying."

He grabs the bowl of water and gently brings it to the mama dog’s snout, coaxing her to drink. You blink, stunned.

"...You’re good with dogs?"

"Read books about them when I was younger. Gotta keep ‘em warm. Quiet. Fed."

He’s silent for a while, absently stroking one of the fuzzy little pups dozing on your lap.

"You do all this alone?"

You nod slowly.

"...Tch. Idiot," he mutters, flicking your forehead. "Should’ve called me."

But he doesn’t leave. Not for hours. And when you doze off, slumped beside the box of pups, Leona covers you with his coat and sits cross-legged beside the mother dog, keeping guard like a proper lion.

Ruggie Bucchi

He shows up with snacks and leaves with an existential crisis.

“Yuuuuu, I brought donuts—HOLY MOTHER OF MUSHROOM—"

You’re surrounded by puppies. There’s towels everywhere. You look exhausted. And the smell of wet dog is strong.

"Are you runnin' a kennel now?! What the heck happened?!"

“Long story. I live here now. With them.”

He gawks, blinking as one of the puppies squeaks and rolls over. Then another. Then the mama dog lets out a soft whuff of warning, and Ruggie instinctively kneels and clicks his tongue in sympathy.

"Aww, poor girl... Bet she's real tired, huh?"

He gets sucked in immediately.

Next thing you know, he’s warming up goat’s milk on your stove, helping swaddle a shivering pup in one of his old shirts, and muttering something about "baby bonuses" under his breath.

"You’re somethin’ else, Yuu. Crawlin’ under a shed? In the rain? You okay?"

You nod, too tired to answer properly. He smiles, soft and lopsided.

"I’ll stay the night. Someone’s gotta make sure you eat too."

Later that evening, you find a new soft blanket spread in the corner with a sleepy Ruggie curled up around a pair of squeaky puppies on his stomach. He doesn’t even flinch when one of them pees on him.

Jamil Viper

When he came by to bring leftovers from Scarabia, he didn’t expect to be thrust into crisis mode.

You answer the door with a puppy in your arms and bags under your eyes deeper than NRC’s budget cuts.

"Jamil. I need help."

He doesn’t even ask. He pushes past you, takes in the scene—the soaked towels, the weak mama dog, the squealing pups—and sighs.

"Of course."

He sets the food aside, rolls up his sleeves, and immediately gets to work: reheating broth, preparing a sugar-water mix for the dog, adjusting the heating pad under the puppy box, and checking her paw pads for injuries.

“Did you... crawl somewhere to get them?” he asks quietly, dabbing your scraped hands with antiseptic.

“Yeah.”

He pauses, breath caught in his throat.

“You could’ve gotten hurt. Badly.”

“I know.”

"...But you still did it."

You nod.

His hand lingers for a second before he speaks again—quieter.

"You have a bad habit of putting everyone else first."

You blink at him. Then smile faintly. “You stayed.”

He doesn’t respond. But when you go to check the pups, you hear him mutter behind you, barely audible:

"Of course I did."

[feitanii-ll]

∘ ˚𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝟰 𝗬𝗢𝗨!!

(nanami, kento x fem!reader)

(fluff)

nothing will alter the suffocating love and passion that nanami kento feels for his wife. practically joined to the hip, kento is to his wife like a moth to a flame— pushing and pursuing this shining star (being you), blindly and aimlessly, simply because he loves you, and wants to give you his all. show you that, God, you're all his. whether it's rubbing your feet after a long day of work (even after trying to convince you that you can stay home because he can do enough for the both of you to provide), or mumbling soft words into your shoulder as you hover over the stove to cook your shared dinner, sending your order of a chicken sandwich and avocado salad to your work for lunch— kento will do anything for his wife. his soul. his other half.

and he stands on that. very rarely does kento ever say no to you. how could he ever? you wanna eat there? it's always yes, baby. you're thinking about getting that shirt? yeah, baby, here's the card. take it to the register. can you call out of work? yes, honey. do you even have to ask? you're so sweet to him. so polite and loving, he wants to give you the world. he can't find himself in any situation in which he would say no.

except now...

"oh, would you just look at them," kento hears your praise for the umpteenth time in the 30 minutes you've been staring into the orangized array of fishtanks, the neon lights of the decorated aquatic home displaying on your skin as you get face to face with a multitude of dead-eyes gold fish. a petshop. a petshop of all places, he had to take you. in the background, there's the chittering of birds, bubbling of aquatic tanks and the occasional bark! from the vet center that's connected to the place.

"they're just so cute..." he hears you mutter. he knows you're playing it off as mumbling to yourself, when in reality, you want him to feel bad that he's yet to having said yes to buying the entire tank. or the other animals that were scattered amongst the store. "I wish we could have a tank..." you sigh dramatically, to which your husband groans in exasperation.

"sweetheart, please. you're making this very difficult for me." he sighs, running a rough hand over his face, rubbing the inner corners of his eyes with the pads of his thumb and index. "you don't know how to take care of them." he tells you in the most respectful way he can to his wife.

"I could learn, kenny," you whip around to face him "look at them!"

he looks tired and unimpressed. distressed, even, as he's fighting the desire to say yes and just buy the damn fish. and he could almost cry at how you stamp your foot lightly on the tiled floor in desperation to get him to understand, "they're so cute! look at them, kento. they're all squished in the tank and stuff." God, you're cute.

"they're fine, honey," he watches as you turn back to the tank and observe the small fish again, resting a hand on your shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze. "they get taken care of. see?" he nod his head over to an unsuspecting worker nearby who was restocking the mini-fride of fish food. "safe and sound, dear. I'm sure they like it here." he doesn't know that.

"but they need a home.."

"you said that about the birds, my love." he smiles a little, lifting a brow in confusion.

"that still stands!" he watches you nod firmly, and for once, his princess was making it hard to not be that unrelenting-in-giving husband he strives to be.

"honey, I know you want them, but.. I'm certain you don't know a thing about taking care of fish," you go to cut him off, ready to protest, but he makes an 'aht aht ' sound, lifting a finger to stop you, to which you deflate.

"or birds. or hamsters, or rats, or, goddamn, my love, definitely not a tarantula." he reminds, referring to how just a few minutes ago, you were gushing over the fuzzy creature in its tank. "you just asked me to kill a spider for you last week. you'd hurt the poor thing." he explains, never getting angry or annoyed with you. his tone is that ever so gentle wave of sounds that you adore.

"—and I'd settle on getting you a bird, but they need lots of care, as do all pets. we're both too busy for that, now, aren't we?" kento hums, cupping your cheek and caressing with the pads of his thumb as he sees the look of disappointment on your pretty features.

"when we're truly, truly ready, dear— we can think about it more in depth. but don't get the animal simply because that big heart of yours is wanting to give them a home. it'll be alllright." he hums again, and you pout, knowing that there's a mountain of truth in his words.

you sigh, glancing away from the fishtank and leaning into his chest. he doesn't hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulder, allowing you your right as his wife to smell that thick cologne that makes your head go all fuzzy and warm.

"there we are.." his voice drops an octive when you relent, silently agreeing to his point. "you're alright, mama. I know you've got a big heart. one day, baby, okay? just not today."

kento feels a sense of emptiness in telling you no, and he knows it's because the concept is so foreign to him. you're his princess. and, if he was irresponsible with his love for you (which, he is) he'd give you every animal in the shop your little heart desires.

"a rabbit..?" your voice snaps him out of his through as he begins to lead you out of the shop.

"hm?" the glances down at you, pushing the double doors open, waving briefly to to cashier who greets the two of you goodbye before his attention is on you again.

"a rabbit, kento? if we ever get the chance?" you ask, so so sweetly. he's a weak man for his wife.

"yes, sweetheart." he sigh with a knowing smile on his face. "yes. we'll look into it."

your smile is wide when you feel his soft lips against your cheek. you slip your hands out of the pockets of your hoodie, wrapping your arms around his middle as you both walk away towards the car.

"'kay.. love you, kento." you remind him. he chuckles, and the sound goes straight to your tummy, dropping and erupting in a cloud of butterflies.

"thank you, baby," he leans over your back, opening the car door for you, dipping his head down to kiss between your neck and shoulder as he does. "I love you more. you know that, yes?"

"yes, kento." you respond, tone wavering. he preens at your shy smile, and you have to make your way into the car, feeling that the pet mart parking lot was much too public for the display of affection.

"good. let's go home, baby." he shuts the car door.

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might be late to the nanami party, but hi.

[chocobje]

Hi! Me and my best friend are huge fans of your au, however they don’t have tumblr and wanted to ask a question so!!

ok so, I’m not entirely sure what they mean, so I’ll just put here their exact words,

“So yk how they like determined if some twisteds r passive as opposed to all of them being aggressive what’s the deal with communicating like cus twisted glisten talks in canon so”

it’s alright if you can’t answer it, again I’m not sure what they really mean myself but hey I’m not very good with English so you possibly might.

First of all, I'm so happy you two love my AU! It means so much to hear people enjoying my silly ideas :"D

I hope I answered this right, but from what I understood your friend is saying how it's possible to communicate with the Twisted's who are at the 3rd Stage? I've actually thought about this beforehand, and none of the Twisted's at Stage 3 are able to talk, whether it's the passive or aggressive ones. Their throats and vocals chords built too much ichor that they can only really make grunts, whines, or just any incoherent noises.

Some may be passive, but they're not themselves anymore. Best way I can describe this is that 3rd Stage Twisteds are just animals, they rely solely on their instincts. Some are more aggressive, some go run and hide. Gardenview practically became a jungle full of these creatures.

I'm going to bring up Looey since he's the only passive Twisted I've showed as of now. If Brightney goes near him, he won't attack unless she tries to harm him. If she tries to communicate, he won't understand a single thing because he lost the ability to properly think and behave from the ichor. Memories for 3rd Stage Twisteds and above are fuzzy and it gets worse the more they die.

Another thing I never brought up I think is that Twisted's can attack other Twisted's. There's a reason why Boxten and Poppy have died 4 times by now, and with that they became even stronger, but worse.

Hopefully this makes sense, I'm happy to answer any questions y'all have about the AU it gives me an excuse to yap as much as I can lol, I've thought a lot of things that differentiates it from the original canon of DW.

[cosmerelists]

What Pets Stormlight Characters Would Have

As requested by anon. :)

However, I will NOT be assigning anyone a dog or a cat. Why, you ask? Well, because I've done that one before! I've also previously assigned them random pets. But for THIS variation on the pet-having theme, here are the non-Rosharan, non-cat-or-dog pets I think they'd have!

1. Szeth: A lizard

Szeth: [staring straight ahead, unblinking] The lizard on his shoulder: [staring straight ahead, unblinking] Nightblood: I just feel sometimes like I'm the only conversationalist here.

2. Mraize: Poison Dart Frogs

Mraize: Did you know? These frogs are not poisonous in captivity because their poison comes from their diet. It is not innate. Iyatil: So that's why... Mraize: That's why I feed them only poisonous insects, yeah.

3. Kaladin: Guinea Pigs

Kaladin: (mid-explanation) So anyway, I had the one guinea pig, but then Shallan told me that guinea pigs can't be on their own or they get too stressed out--you always have to have more than one! Dalinar: You have a dozen of them, though. Kaladin: Well, I didn't want them to be lonely? What if some of them don't get along? Dalinar: ...It's a guinea pig army, Kaladin. Kaladin: ...Yeah. Dalinar: You have a problem. Kaladin: I know.

4. Shallan: Exotic fish

Adolin: Your tank setup is amazing! Shallan: Thanks! There's actually quite a bit about, like, temperatures and filtration and space and stuff--luckily, Radiant loves to manage it all. Adolin: Is...Is that urchin wearing a miniature version of Veil's hat? Shallan: And that was Veil's contribution. Adolin: (In a whisper): Amazing.

5. Taravangian: Ant Farm

Taravangian: It's inspiring--I always have them on my desk as I work. Taravangian: On...less intelligent days, it is good to see that a whole community, working together, can achieve such remarkable things. Taravangian: On truly intelligent days, it's nice to be reminded that humans are nothing more than ants to me. Adrotagia: ...Your granddaughter got that ant farm for you. Taravangian: Yes, and I am saying I like it.

6. Navani: Rats

Navani: They are social, intelligent, misunderstood creatures! Navani: And if you give them a little rat backpack, they can carry messages! Dalinar: ...So that is why there is a little backpack-wearing rat sitting in my palm right now? Navani: Yes. Dalinar: ... Dalinar: I got used to the watch. I'm sure I can get used to this.

7. Rlain: A Rabbit

Rlain: You see, if I'm in workform, then the humans treat me like a slave. Rlain: If I'm in warform, they're scared of me. Rlain: If I'm in warform while carrying an adorable rabbit... Renarin: S-So unbelievably cute... Rlain: Exactly.

8. Adolin: Horned beetle

Shallan: ...It's because they "fence" with their horns, isn't it? Adolin: My tiny, adorable duelist!

9. Renarin: Snake

Renarin: [is chilling with his snake wrapped around his shoulder and arm] Shallan: ...Really not beating the "creepy" allegations here. Renarin: Eh. Me and Sir Wiggles don't care about that.

10. Lezian: Spider

Lezian: Pound for pound, spiders are THE most ruthless hunters on the planet. Lezian: Killerheart isn't my pet--he's my inspiration in viciousness and power! Leshwi: Killerheart is SO fuzzy! Lezian: ...I never liked you.

[stellaspectral]

you like horror, you like 2003 mikey and he's a horror expert (according to season 6!) soo could you do 2003 mikey x reader where they're having a movie night (horror ofc) and reader gets scared so mikey comforts them? a lil'teasing is okay too. thanks if you do it! 🧡

A/N: Oh~ *rubs hands together* Something up my alley! I love horror, so I think Mikey and I would get along quite well here. But unfortunately for the reader, they’re a bit of a scaredy-cat. At least they have Mikey to comfort them during the scary parts? 😄

Enjoy! 💖

Creature Feature Comforts (fluff)

🧡 2003 Michelangelo/Gender Neutral Reader 🧡

CWs: Fluff, horror movie themes (specifically slashers), jump scares, descriptions of intense fear/panic, and some teasing. All characters are aged-up.

You regret everything the moment the creepy music starts.

The glow of the old CRT television paints the lair’s common room in flickering, eerie hues. You’re tucked into the corner of the worn-out sofa, a fuzzy blanket pulled up to your chin, a massive bowl of popcorn resting precariously between you and Mikey. He, of course, is sprawled out, completely unfazed.

It had seemed like such a fun idea at the time: movie night with your boyfriend. You don’t know exactly how you let him talk you into this, but he had made such a convincing argument. What would be so bad about snuggling on the couch, eating junk food, and watching some flicks?

Everything, apparently.

Now, here you are. The lights are off. The only glow comes from the TV and the flickering of candle-like lamps Mikey insisted on using for ambience. You’re wrapped in a blanket burrito, your eyes flitting nervously from the screen to the shadows dancing on the walls.

“Okay, okay, this is the part!” he whisper-shouts, jabbing a finger towards the screen where a lone figure is creeping down a hallway before stopping at a door. “The killer’s definitely in the closet. Classic setup. She’s gonna open it, and BAM!” He mimes a slashing motion with a grin.

You try for a nonchalant hum, but your fingers are gripping the edge of the blanket so tightly, your knuckles are white. The movie is some obscure horror flick from the 80s. “You’re such a know-it-all,” you mutter, snaking out a hand to grab some popcorn—more for something to do with your trembling hands rather than hunger.

“Hey, when you’ve seen as many slasher flicks as I have, you develop a sixth sense,” he says, puffing out his chest slightly.

On screen, the terrified protagonist reaches for the ajar closet door. The soundtrack has dwindled to a single, high-pitched violin note that scrapes at your nerves. You hold your breath, eyes wide, as she slowly—agonizingly slowly—pulls the door open. It creaks open to reveal … an empty storage closet. A couple of mops, some cleaning supplies. Nothing else. The protagonist lets out a shaky sigh of relief.

You exhale too. “You were wrong, Mr. Horror Expert.”

Just as you finish speaking, the protagonist turns away from the closet—and a grotesque masked figure lunges at her from behind, weapon raised high.

A shriek tears from your throat before you can stop it, and you instinctively fling yourself sideways, burying your face into the closest available thing. Which is Mikey’s shoulder. The blanket gets tangled around you both, and the popcorn bowl goes flying, scattering kernels across the floor.

Mikey yelps, more from your actions than the movie. His arms flail for a second before instinctively coming up to steady you. The remote clatters to the floor, and he fumbles, eventually hitting the pause button. “Whoa, whoa, hey.”

You’re still pressed against him, trembling slightly, the image of the killer burned into your retinas. Your hand presses against his plastron for comfort. “You … you said … the closet,” you gasp out, voice muffled and shaky.

A chuckle rumbles through his chest. “That was a superb fake-out, right?” His arms, which had come up in surprise, now settle around you, one hand rubbing your back in a soothing rhythm. “Sneaky!”

You’re still mostly burrowed into him, your face hot with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. “It’s not funny,” you mutter. He laughs again, and you lift your head, glaring at him. “Why are you laughing? That was terrifying!”

His usual goofy grin softens a little as he sees your genuinely rattled expression. “Hey, c’mon. It’s just special effects and a dude in a rubber mask.” He continues rubbing circles on your back. “You okay? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“My heart’s trying to escape my chest,” you admit, letting out a long, shuddering breath and trying to regain some composure. “And I think I aged ten years in ten seconds.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” He shifts, nudging you so you’re leaning more comfortably against him. “Want me to turn it off? We can watch something else. I don’t mind.”

He says it so easily, and with that lopsided little smile that makes your stomach flutter even when your nerves are shot to pieces. His offer hangs in the air, a tempting escape route. You glance at the paused screen, the mask of the killer still imprinted into your vision even though it’s just a static image.

“I … I don’t know,” you say, your voice still a bit wobbly. Part of you—the part that loves a challenge and hates admitting defeat—wants to see it through. The other, much larger part wants to curl up and watch cartoons until sunrise. “I was trying to act all tough, you know? Thought I could handle it.”

He lets out a playful snort. “You did handle it—by launching yourself at me like a facehugger from Alien.” His eyes sparkle mischievously. “Ten outta ten form. Olympic-level dive. I’m flattered, really.”

You groan, burying your face in his shoulder again. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Ohhh, no way,” he says with mock solemnity, pulling the blanket tighter around you both. “This is going down in the Official Mikey Memory Vault, right between the time Donnie screamed during that ghost episode of Creep Files and when Raph cried at the end of that cheesy romance flick. Legendary stuff.”

You huff a laugh, but it’s weak, mostly an exhausted exhale. “You’re such a brat.” You give his arm a light, playful punch. “Leave your brothers out of this.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “A charming brat.” Then his voice lowers a notch, warm and reassuring, as he puts his arm around your shoulder. “Hey. Seriously though. You’re good, yeah? Safe and sound in the lair. Nothing’s gonna get you here, promise. Not with me around.” He taps his chest twice like some kind of superhero tough guy. “I’m basically your personal mutant security blanket.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t move away from him. If anything, you snuggle closer, hiding the way your hands are still shaking. “Some security blanket. You’re the one who picked this nightmare fuel.”

“Ahem, cult classic,” he corrects with faux indignation. “There’s a difference.” Then his tone shifts again, dropping into something softer. “But if it’s too much … really. We can ditch it. I won’t even tease you.”

You blink at him. “Really?”

A beat of silence passes.

“Well, okay, maybe just a little teasing. But like, affectionate teasing.”

You let out a laugh despite yourself. The comforting weight of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and that constant, Mikey-brand warmth—it’s grounding in the best way. The killer on screen feels like a distant shadow in the presence of this absolute goofball, who somehow knows exactly when to joke and when to just be here.

“You’re kind of the worst,” you murmur, though the smile in your voice betrays you.

“And yet, you’re still wrapped around me like a scarf,” he replies, smug.

Rolling your eyes, you shift so you’re sitting more upright, though you don’t move away from him. “Maybe horror movie night wasn’t completely awful. I mean, bonus cuddles, so …”

Mikey beams. “Now you’re seeing the big picture!” He gives you a victorious grin, all teeth. “See, this is why I knew horror night was the right call. You get heart-pounding thrills, unforgettable jump scares, and,” he gestures grandly between the two of you, “premium snuggle content.”

You snort. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

His eyes widen in mock innocence. “Me? Manipulate a movie night just for cuddles?” He gasps. “How dare you.”

You give him a look, one eyebrow raised. “You literally just called yourself a ‘mutant security blanket.’”

“And a very soft one, thank you.” He puffs up a bit, giving a proud little bounce of his shoulders. “Comes with built-in snark, ninja reflexes, and an encyclopedic knowledge of horror movies. I’m basically the ultimate boyfriend bundle.”

You shake your head, but you can’t stop smiling. Your heart is finally settling. Still, you glance at the remote. “Okay, so let’s say—hypothetically—I’m brave enough to keep going. Hypothetically. Would you, uh …” You hesitate, suddenly sheepish. “Would you stay close?”

He doesn’t even miss a beat. “Babe, I’m not moving from this spot unless Splinter himself drags me away. Even then, I might ninja-roll back.”

You giggle and lean back into him, letting your head rest against his shoulder. “Good. ‘Cause I might need your sixth sense if there’s another fake-out.”

“I told you, closet jump scares are the gateway drug,” he says solemnly. “Next, it’s mirrors. Then, showers. And before you know it, you’re never safe again.”

“That’s … not remotely reassuring.”

He grins down at you. “But you’ve got me. And I’ve seen this one, like, six times. I’ll warn you for real before the next big scare. Promise.”

You narrow your eyes. “You better not mess with me, Mikey.”

He raises a hand dramatically. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout.”

“Details.”

You sigh—because really, you know you’re probably going to scream again before the credits roll—but you still reach for the remote and press play. As the grainy picture flickers back to life, you burrow under the blanket again, Mikey’s arm still looped protectively around your shoulders. His thumb rubs absentmindedly along your arm.

“Okay, here comes the mirror fake-out … aaand—yup, there it is.”

You jump anyway.

But you don’t let go of him.

And when the next scream-worthy moment hits and you squeal again, he just laughs softly, tugging you closer like he knew it was coming—which, of course, he did.

Later, long after the credits roll and the killer is vanquished (for now), Mikey nudges you with a smug grin.

“Told you horror night would be unforgettable.”

You elbow him lightly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He gasps. “Are you saying you’d let me traumatize you with scary movies just because I’m adorable?”

You smirk. “Maybe.”

He wraps both arms around you then, pulling you into a big bear-turtle hug. “Best. Compliment. Ever.”

And despite the nightmares that are almost definitely waiting for you later, right now, in Mikey’s arms—

It doesn’t feel scary at all.

[pollyanna-nana]

Louie isn’t evil.

Or: what Pikmin 4 tells us about his character.

BIG WARNING FOR PIKMIN 4 SPOILERS! (and the rest of the series)

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I want to preface this by saying that I am in no way trying to be the end-all, be-all of character interpretations, but Pikmin 4 to me, at least, confirms the suspicions I’ve had since playing Pikmin 2 and 3 all those years ago that Louie ISN’T secretly evil, or possessed, or whatever else. He’s just… Louie. And I think that’s interesting in and of itself.

1. Olimar himself vouches for him, and clearly doesn’t think he’s a bad person.

Say what you will, but I’m inclined to think Olimar is a decent judge of character. Clearly he’s worked with Louie for enough time to see that while he’s not very good at his job, he’s not intentionally so— at least not in a malevolent way (will get more into this later). He also wants you to forgive him for Olimar’s sake, which can be read as self-sacrificing (as Olimar is known to be) but I also think hints at the soft spot he has for Louie.

It's also worth noting that he states during a end-of-day conversation that he told Louie that, since he's a new employee, he should do everything Olimar does... including throw castaways into the onion. Interesting that Louie took this so literally, but it does provide an explanation for why he kidnapped the Koppaites beyond "he's evil and crazy".

2. He really, REALLY loves his grandma.

Like, wow. He talks about her SO MUCH both in his Piklopedia entries and also elsewhere in the game. It's interesting. Worth noting is that he never mentions any other family members- unlike Olimar, who talks about his wife and each of his children independently. I've said this before, but the content of a lot of these entries implies to me that Louie was mainly raised by his grandma, likely since birth. And given some of her emails in Pikmin 2, assuming they're also canon to Pikmin 4's timeline... Well, Louie certainly had an interesting upbringing. But he clearly loves her all the same.

3. He has a mischievous streak and tends to do things on impulse.

This was already fairly obvious from the previous games, but I think it's worth noting that this game confirms that he's... would immature be the right word? In any regard, he doesn't seem to see himself as a "grown-up"- when in all likelihood he is. Personally, as a 22-year-old, I find that pretty relatable as I often think of myself as younger when in reality I am by all definitions an adult. This, along with his grandma still being around, makes it pretty much certain that Louie is a lot younger than Olimar and the president, likely in his early to mid twenties. Being a bit of a goofball isn't really out of the ordinary, all things considered.

THAT BEING SAID, he's clearly capable of practicing self-restraint when he wants to. What he says here about the red Pikmin is pretty significant, since we know he's willing to eat just about anything- but clearly he has some reservations about creatures that are friendly and helpful. Which leads to...

4. He loves dogs and fluffy things.

Same. But he doesn't even consider eating Moss, Oatchi or the Ancient Sirehound, showing that his creature-eating habits stop at things he recognizes as useful. He clearly also holds affection for things that are soft and fuzzy, and says as much.

5. He is so autism.

He plays with fidget toys. He loves certain textures and sounds. This guy is stimming all over PNF-404!!! I think this also lends some explanation for why his behavior is what it is- things like taking Olimar's suggestion to do as he does super literally even after crashing on an alien planet, his hyperfixation on cooking and tendency not to communicate and incorrectly interpret situations (thinking the Koppaites are kidnappers in 3, running away from you in 4). He could even be low or no empathy as well, explaining why it takes a hot minute to get him to understand why people are upset with him about something.

Interestingly this game also makes it clear that Louie wants to live on the planet, or at least thought he did while you were chasing him down, which makes a lot of sense when you consider that he doesn't really seem to fit in back on Hocotate. I, too, wish to run away to an alien world with all of the things that I like and no other people, so I get you, Louie.

6. He hates his boss and his job, and the golden pikpik carrot incident was likely premeditated.

This probably looks bad, but honestly? As a fellow work-hating anti-capitalist schmuck I get it. The president is for all intents and purposes a huge asshole, from sending Olimar straight back to the planet after selling his ship to not caring that Louie got left behind, just wanting to find the rest of the treasures. I doubt he is very kind to his employees, and doesn't seem very good at running the business. Definitely a funny character, but if he were my boss I would absolutely want to punt him into the sun.

From some other entries he clearly wants to sell certain things to accrue money, but it's for things like getting better kitchen tools and following his dream to have his own cooking show. Clearly being a freight driver isn't what Louie actually wants to do with his life, and he could not give less of a shit about what happens to the company. Very short-sighted on his part, but also again, yeah I get you Louie.

7. He... doesn't like the color red for some reason.

Honestly, I'm not even really sure what to make of this. Is it because it reminds him of the Hocotate ship? Or does he just not like the color? Would be very interesting considering that it's Olimar's signature color. Perhaps that's at least part of why he attacks you in Pikmin 2- though that's speculation for another day.

Also funny to me is his comments on the black-colored treasures. We know blue is his favorite color, but I guess he's also a bit of a goth at heart. Lol.

In conclusion.

I think Louie isn't written or intended to be evil, and Pikmin 4's portrayal of him was intentionally written to confirm this. He's just, as some have said, an agent of chaos, but that doesn't make him a bad person. Just an autistic 20-something working a shitty job he doesn't care about, who loves his grandma and has a mischievous streak and a hyperfixation on food. At least from what I can interpret, ymmv!

[tagedeszorns]

Games Workshop should stop bringing back Primarchs to 40k.

The pros of having a towering, impressive model on the table and the warm and fuzzy feeling that your boys have their daddy again are by far outweighed by the cons.

Firstly, of course, the obvious problem of injustice. A few of them are deader than the dodo and can't just be pulled out of a hat. (Except by Fabius, of course, but that would take a lot of arm-twisting for his character to get him to clone them all again)

Then there's the return of such mythical beings, who in the completely over-the-top religiosity of the 40k world had the status of archangels or suchlike aloof creatures, and whose nimbus is now completely disenchanted - because they're just standing over there picking their noses and being their bickering selves again. Uncool.

Quite a few of the older 40k novels (and the newer ones too - see the near-war over Heresy writings in Titanicus) would be absolutely devalued and their protagonists practically ridiculed. Take Ragnar, for example, who was banished for something Russ would laugh out loud and heartily at.

And then, of course, the great heroes of 40k would suddenly be demoted to middle management. See Calgar. Who got to make a nice appearance in Space Marines 2, but is only half the hero he was before Bob's return. All the Chapter Masters who have stood out for their deeds so far. The sacrifices made by men like Forgefather He'Stan - all just preparation for Daddy? (He'Stan is a bad example in some ways, but then take Tu'Shan and the rest of the understrength Salamanders fighting for survival)

Especially with the Chaos Legions, it shifts everything. Fulgrim's return to lead the Emperor's Children is as good as a foregone conclusion. Which means that Eidolon is now slipping into Kaesoron's 30k role: he's just there, but hardly anyone will notice him anymore. The struggle to find themselves, to practically grow up - that is taken away from the Emperor's Children. They become simple weapons in the hands of their father again. And they don't deserve that.

Or just imagine: Lorgar comes out of the Cathedral, muzzles Erebus and Kor Phaeron, and the whole fascinating political landscape the two of them have built up is swept away in one fell swoop.

At least there's a chance that Abaddon as the current Undivided-Champion will just bash cloned-daddy's head in. Again.

But first and foremost: The story of the Primarchs is told. They had their over 60 book arc of greatness and fall and I loved all of it. But it's over. They created the foundation of the world we know in 40k, but they should not be part of it. They are larger than life and that ship has sailed. 40k has a radically different aesthetics than 30k and bleeding one into the other is just tearing down a carefully built world.

It will happen, that's for sure. And maybe the great authors of Black Library will surprise me and everything will be peachy.

One can hope.

[hellsitegenetics]

Well since you mention valentine's professions of love, I think it wouldn't be right if I didn't take this chance to extoll the virtues of moths. Firstly, they're adorable. Some of them are really fuzzy and have cute antennae. The rosy maple moth and the common silk moth are both very very cute. Secondly, (as this blog proves again and again) there are SO MANY of them in such a huge variety that you're bound to come across one that tickles your fancy! Take the Atlas Moth for example! It's got a wing span of nearly 25cm! That's like the size of a small bird! (You have no idea how much I want to pet a large moth species. Not the caterpillars though. Never touch random caterpillars. In fact, some moth caterpillars have hairs and stuff that you definitely do not want to touch due to them being poisonous.) Thirdly, moths are culturally and historically important! Silk has been a major industry for centuries upon centuries. The techniques of silk production and the actual moths themselves are the subject of myths in various cultures. They were once so jealously and secretively guarded that there are legends of how they came to be spread to different parts of Asia. I cannot stress how big of a deal silk was throughout the history of the world and how the trade of silk influenced international relations for hundreds, if not thousands of years. Oh and the thing is, common silk moths aren't the only silk-producing moth! There are several moths in the Saturniidae family that make cocoons of silk which are also used in modern, commercial silk production -- some of which don't result in the death of the chrysalid.

Look, I know whatever string of nucleotides this ramble produces will not end up matching the genetic sequence of a moth, because that's just how these things work but... I hope that people will look upon all the moths that do show up going forth with a fond and grateful eye because moths are truly magnificent creatures. Happy Valentine's Day!

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Spoing

Debut: Super Mario Galaxy

Spoing is a jumping spider! Though it's not quite a jumping spider, you know? Like how a lynx is a big cat, but it's not a big cat. You know. But even so, I would like to express my appreciation to real jumping spiders! With their extra conventional cuteness, they capture the hearts of even people who are scared of other bugs, and as such are ambassadors for the rest of spiderkind. A gateway to appreciating some other creatures, which some fools may call "less charismatic", as if it is not charismatic to, for example, dangle a blob of silk to catch moths like a little fisherman. Anyway, as president, I will make sure all jumping spiders are compensated for their services. In dollars.

I don't know if I'm just saying this because I've been replaying Galaxy recently and have a sort of recency bias, but Spoing really might be one of the cutest Mario enemies ever! We all know, we all love, the eyes-in-a-void face! And on a BUG? Yowza! I've seen that kind of face on crabs and sometimes bagworms (I think?) but I'm not sure I've seen it on any other arthropod, and ESPECIALLY not a spider. I don't know how Spoing would hunt. Would it just shove prey into the eye void? Is it also a mouth? That would be pretty awesome.

You know, their faces make them look kind of like funny astronauts... and they only have four limbs, not eight. Are these truly spiders? Were they once human, until something unspeakable happened? And will it happen to me someday? I hope so!

Spoings mainly appear in Space Junk Galaxy, which I think we on the Weird Mario Enemies Office Pizza Party Email Chain all agree is a really great galaxy, with impeccable vibes. It's space at some of its most lonely, as opposed to spectacle, and I REALLY appreciate the presence of spiders here. Spiders and their webs are always used to visually communicate the idea of a place or object being unused, abandoned. And this galaxy is just a bunch of forgotten debris, not inhabited by any sapient civilization! If moths are the mascot of empty wallets, spiders are the mascots of forgotten attics! Spoings to not seem to make webs, which, yeah, actively hunting spiders do not! But they might make Sling Pods. And Sling Pod Galaxy is... well, I don't want to use this post to criticize a galaxy that precious spiders may have had a part in designing. So I will move on to...

Name: Spangler

Debut: Super Mario Galaxy

Spoing's got an evolutionary relative, and rather than being a spider boing, this is a spider dangler! It at first looks like a recolor of Spoing, but it actually lacks the fuzziness of Spoing's abdomen, and it DOES have a big ol' spinneret, which it is always using to dangle on a silk thread! One big one, like a really long string cheese. These ones debut in Ghostly Galaxy, indicating that they are spookier than the more generalized Spoings. Is it the silk? Is silk Spooky? It is what ends up encasing the spider's prey... like a MUMMY! Maybe I'm on to something here!

I really like Spoing and Spangler, and that both exist! It may be sort of the same design for two different enemy behaviors, but they're both behaviors that make sense for the design, and it's a design I always love to see. It's like they're closely related species! Maybe a population of Spanglers was separated from the others and ended up in the more barren Space Junk Galaxy, where there was not nearly as much infrastructure to dangle from, and where only active hunting was a viable strategy. And over time, Spoings evolved from this population! Actually, maybe they even use the Sling Pods for hunting, when we're not looking, launching themselves at unsuspecting prey...

And just to make sure we're not appreciating fictional creatures over real ones too much, I should tell you that there is, indeed, a spider that slingshots itself at prey using its web. Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. And it's often a spider's fault! The variety of ways in which different species use their silk is honestly one of the most incredible things in all of nature!

[barbwritesstuff]

Stuff in Thicker Than that I'm never sure how to describe:

The fashion. It's 2030, almost 2031 by the end of the story. What are they wearing? I dunno. I'm kinda scared to write anything particular because 2030 is so close that anything I write will be dated really fucking soon.

The vampire's hunger. One of the criticisms of Blood Moon which I thought was totally valid was that the howling was kinda reparative and sometimes annoying. I was trying to portray what it would be like for a werewolf, trying to act and be normal all while the moon was whispering hunthunthunthunthunt in their ear (except it's not really that word, it's more just that impulse, pushed straight into their brain). I want to do a better job with the vampires, describe what it's like to exist while always hungry. Sometimes I think I do okay, but sometimes I think it's just as repetitive and annoying. The werewolves want to clawclawclawclaw and bitebitebitebite and killkillkillkill but the vampires just want... more and more and more and more.

Nathan's tattoos. They're fuzzy and indistinct in my head, because I can't decide if they should be bold, fine, beautiful, crude, complex, smooth, zigzaggy, etc. Every time I imagine them, I imagine them a little differently. Because there's a spell, there needs to be some form of language involved, so there are Hanzi (Chinese characters) threaded into the lines, but other than that, the design is totally up in the air.

Gaius' accent. Like... he's from a time and a place lost to history. How am I meant to describe his accent other to say that it's weird and a little all over the place? Sometimes he sounds like a normal, modern kid. You bet he can say 'like and subscribe' in a perfect, chirpy, upbeat American accent. But then an odd mood will take him and he'll sound so... alien. I'm never sure how to describe that.

The vampire's lack of reaction. It's been so fun but also so weird trying to figure out how to portray the emotions of creatures who don't emote. The only natural physical reaction a vampire has is their fangs popping when they're hungry, angry, or scared, or horny. I'd already written characters that didn't react normally in Of Monsters and Mainframes (the computers obviously don't have hands to wring, eyes to widen, to lips to bite), but the vampires are different. They can do all of those things, but only falsely. Genuine emotion leaves them blank. I love that about them. I love how eerie and performative it makes them. But it's also sometimes such a tricky thing to write.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

When They Know They're In Love ~ Jabberwock Edition

I will be doing the other houses and will link them here once they're posted (Frostheim and Vagastrom are already done). I hope you like this and if you did, please feel free to send in requests for what you'd like to see.

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Haru Sagara, Towa Otonashi, Ren Shiranami x gn! Reader

Frostheim | Vagastrom | Jabberwock | Sinostra | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkranken

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How do the characters know they're in love and what will they do when they realise?

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Ah, Haru. He knows what love feels like. That’s what he feels to all the anomalies he cares for (especially Peekaboo). So when he feels that towards you, he knows exactly what it is.

He probably notices when you’re helping out around Jabberwock, caring for the animals under his careful watch. You’re smiling and the anomalies seem to like your presence.

And Haru realises that if he’s the dad to these creatures, he wants you to be their parent as well.

He then immediately realises how creepy that sounds and back tracks his thoughts. When he confesses to you, he needs to make sure he doesn’t say something like that by accident.

Yes, he’s already thinking about confessing. He’s sure someone like you has many potential suitors and he doesn’t want to miss his chance. He’ll tell you his feelings and accept whatever answer you give him.

Towa knows straight way that what he feels for you is love. It really is a “love at first sight” situation.

He’s good at telling who people are at a glance and when he looks at you, all he gets is a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.

Despite his certainty about his feelings, Towa won’t tell you outright. He doesn’t speak much anyway but he’d also rather make it a fun game. You’ve got to figure out how he feels about you based on his clues.

But that’s not to say he won’t show his affection for you. You’ll probably find him following you around (in a non stalkerish way) whenever you visit Jabberwock and he’ll seem more content when you’re near him.

Oh, and you think you’re going to get the usual amount of flowers? Oh no, that’s getting doubled. Tripled. You’re going to need to buy a lot of flower vases to keep them all in.

Poor Ren. He just wanted a simple life of video games and slacking off. Now he’s got a job, he lives in a zoo, one of his housemates keeps trying to feed him flowers, and the other one breaks into his room at all hours.

And now, on top of all that, he’s got feelings for you? Nope, sorry, that just won’t work.

He’s going into full denial of his feelings entirely to start with. Then, when he can’t do that anymore, he’s going into denial about what his feelings actually are. You’re just a really good friend. That’s all.

But he eventually can’t deny his feelings any longer and that’s when he really starts to freak out. He’s been so preoccupied with his own feelings, he hasn’t even considered yours. What if you don’t like him?

Yeah, it’s going to take Ren a long time to confess. You’ll either have to be patient with him or confess yourself. The choice is yours.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Ok but imagine Ford getting his nieces a pet anomaly for Christmas! (I can definitely see Stan forcing a smile in front of his girls because he doesn't want to ruin there happiness but definitely shoots ford an I'm going to kill you look all while the cryptid is eating Christmas lights with a bow around its neck!

A/n: you know Stan is just beating his ass in private.

I like to imagine its one of these things, mother fuckin Fizzgig's from the Dark Crystal.

You were sure Stan was going to pop a blood vessel seeing the fuzzy creatures that the twins were holding onto. Whatever they were, one was eating the lights wrapped around the Christmas tree while the other was ramming a candle stick in its mouth, he wanted to toss them in the trash. These abominations that his twins seem to love so much but he couldn't.

He couldn't because his girls loved whatever the fuck they were.

"THEY'RE SO FLUFFY!"

"Thank you Uncle Ford!"

Ford ever oblivious smiled at the twins, his hands clasped behind his back. "You are welcome." Ignoring the snarling and yapping the creatures were doing, beedy eyes focused on Stan

Through gritted teeth, Stan turned to face you with a forced smile. "Dear...watch the twins and make sure these...things don't eat them."

Parting your lips you nodded your head making your way over to the twins as Stan grabbed Ford's arm yanking him into the kitchen.

"What the fuck Ford!"

"I hardly see this as an issue Stanley." Ford fixed his glasses. "It's the same thing as a cat...or a dog."

"Cats don't eat Christmas lights!"

"We don't know that."

[thesharktanksdriver]

Quick ask from the bug brained anon

My dear Sharkie, I hope you are doing well. And I hope you're taking care of yourself nicely.

The bugs are speaking scenarios to me, and wish to relay one specific scenario to you.

Think about if HP didn't just capture the attention of our main love interests, but also a few demons on their own.

Like if HP went on a solo mission once, and they had to take care of a demon that on first appearance, looks intimidating and scary. But as it turns out it is extremely scared of humans themselves and just want to live out in a cave near a village peacefully. Because they still enjoy whatever funky garbage humans throw out.

So HP instead of killing the demon, earns it's trust instead, explaining and helping the demon understand humanity. And eventually, this leads to HP introducing and helping the people of the village understand that the demon (Let's call him Jeffrey bc let's be honest, a harmless demon like that would like to adopt a human name) is harmless.

Jeffrey even made a pact to only eat animal meat to show how dedicated he is to show he's peaceful. And all the while starts feeling fuzzy whenever they're around HP.

Anyways, after the job is a success, and HP can leave, Jeffrey declares to himself to visit HP every once in a while when he has free time.

And a few months later, Jeffrey does visit, huge bouquet of HP's favorite flowers, and a box of chocolates in arms. Opening the door confidently with a "Hello lover!", grinning happily with a little bowtie around his neck to show he was being serious.

And everyone, including HP is confused on who he's talking about and why the hell he's even here before Jeffrey walks right to Honeypie, being mindful not to tip or trip on anything, before handing HP the gifts and smiling brightly at them. Tail swishing like a dog.

And everybody else's soul had just left their body because "what do you mean lover???? When did you get a lover?? Why didn't we know?? How long has this been going on???" <— probably everyone's reaction.

And HP is just left trying to explain to 4 kicked puppies in the body of grown adults (Dante, Lady, Trish, Vergil) and two confused kids (Nero and Nico) that this isn't their lover, but a demon they integrated into humanity.

This might be very sloppy, and not as good as the other bugs. But this was a quick one I wanted to get out of my head before I forgot about it. My apologies for using your blog as my archive of stupid thoughts but I just adore HP.

Lowkey I don't want to be Honeypie, I WANT Honeypie. I'll fistfight all the other love interests if I have to.

Bug brain anon out, see you next time dear!

Ngl this is an average side mission that just happens to HP lolololol. Like Honeypie will just be out buying groceries to make sure Dante gets something other than pizza and sundaes to keep him going and somehow get roped into some insane side plot. It’s allot like the yakuza games, you have the main serious storyline then the wacky woohoo side stories lol.

But yeah honestly I think Honeypie has definitely gotten some romantic attention from some demons before. In hell to survive you need to be strong, and having a strong mate at your side definitely helps up the survival rate. Most demons look down on humans for being weaker than them but HP can handle themself pretty well against demons which makes them kinda respected by those that encounter them. This sometimes grows into admiration because this creature of a weaker species somehow held up against a horde of demons and proved themself to be a good fighter which make demon brain go brrrr. Theres also the added security of them still being a human ultimately, so they don’t threaten positions of power or the hierarchy of hell.

But anyways back to your ask, I can totally see Jeffery as an average Honeypie subplot lol. Like they accidentally meet Jeffery by stumbling off the beaten path and ending up at his cave and decided to help him out. Maybe the town they were at talked about some shadowy entity in the woods and Hp decided to Willy nilly investigate because “sounds like a demon, I can handle it”. Considering Bradley in the not love episode of the dmc anime 2007 I think it’s safe to say that friendly demons are uncommon but not exactly rare. So the minute HP sees this demon and his human trash collection just vibing their immediately on the case with attempting to help the poor dude out.

I think Jeffery would definitely have pushback at first by the town but ultimately some life or death situation happens in which he proved himself and won everyone over. Maybe like a demon attack that he fended off or something like a near fatal collision he stops. With that and swearing he never has or never will eat human meat he becomes the towns local cryptid/hero all thanks to Hp which would make Jeffery very much like Honeypie for their help in having him not only accepted but also loved by these humans who treat him with a kindness not seen by other demons.

But with all that comes honeypies kindness as well. They helped him out the gate with no want for anything in return. They simply wanted to help him out and that was enough for them, something he’d never seen in hell. Everything down there has a cost that’s steeper than the favour. So having genuine kindness like that is new for him and makes him develop feeling quickly. In hell relationships are based on power and not love, it’s a beneficial partnership more than anything. So Jeffery developing genuine feelings would probably weird him out until he asks his new human friends about why he feels all warm and fuzzy when around Honeypie and they help him sort out his feelings on the matter.

Love to demons is a weakness, but to humans is a strength unparalleled

And Jeffery quickly learns why.

Love isn’t something that makes someone weak, it can make them stronger. It is perhaps why Sparda the strongest of them all realized the error of his way and decided to help humans rather than harm them. Because humanity had taught him love and he loved humanity enough to give up everything for its sake. And Jeffery can understand why.

Jeffery showing up at dmc would be a bit of a surprise for the dmc cast but I feel as if HP would’ve off handedly mentioned they helped a friendly demon at some point, sown his arrival isn’t too out of nowhere. However what is unexpected is his bold romantic advances. Jeffery due to still adjusting to human society has no filter, thus he’s professing his love out in the open while Dante, Trish, lady, Vergil and credo have been trying to express said love via various methods throughout the years to varying degrees of success. Jeffery has no such inhibitions and goes for the swing which leaves everyone else on the floor in shambles.

Because A) of course Honeypie somehow made a demon fall for them B) this demon is going right for the bullseye with no dilly dallying and C) this may become a problem.

I think Nero and Nico would have varying degrees of reaction. Nico would be laughing her ass off, course HP got themself wrapped up in even more of a soap opera situation. It’s what she expects by now from them but by god is this hilarious especially with the rest of the crew of grown ass adults sulking like kicked puppies. I think she’d like Jeffery quite a bit though, particularly for the fact that she can pretty much ask him about hell and get proper answers to her questions and demon anatomy, plus get some scales or shedding bits from him every few months to make better devil arms without any issues. Meanwhile Nero is kinda on the fence. Because Jeffery seems nice but he’s still not quite adjusted to humans yet compared to a demon like Trish. He doesn’t understand yet the complexities of human life and humanity itself which could lead to a carrying degrees of problems if not handled correctly. Like for example Jeffery understanding that humans don’t exactly live as long as demons and humans may attack other humans. That’s not to say Nero doesn’t like Jeffery, I think Nero would find him funny as shit especially if he accidentally yanks on Dante and Vergils metaphorical chain a bit lol to be fair though Nero is still vying for credo or maybe Trish or lady depending on how they play their cards.

Meanwhile through all of this Honeypie is having a breakdown Because “huh?!? Someone likes me?? Romantically??? Why??? I don’t see what I have that others would wants?!? Huh??????”

Yeah they got their issues to unpack (same here lol)

Also don’t apologize! I love ur asks! I’m more than happy to get them!!!

Also wanting Honeypie, not wanting to be Honeypie is funny as shit. Pov ur reader insert character starts winning over the readers a bit too much as well lololol