#muahaha and spoiler..

[min-mrv]

hii! im abt to make pt2 of giggly bug AND AAA so excited!! To not make yall wait so long, should i do a squid game (tword) art?? I STILL NEED SOME LEE!IN-HO *runs away*

to see my artwork, you are welcomed in my other blog! @illasf0g

BTW thank yall so much for the likes of my last post im so happiii glad yall liked it so much!!

[anistarrose]

Davenport canonically says he's been teaching Barry to fly the Starblaster (as early as Cycle 17, a.k.a. Episode 61), and even trusts Barry enough to leave him solely in charge of the ship, specifically when the whole rest of the crew is literally diving into a flooded city with no idea what they'll find beneath, i.e., could easily all just fucking die. this was before the Hunger really Got Good, so to speak, at singling out and attacking the Starblaster, or catching the crew unawares, but regardless, I would like to propose...

Barry's fucking great at piloting the ship, especially relative to his amount of practice... and he fucking hates it. Barry's not Dav-level good, not by a long shot, but he's naturally talented as hell by the standards of people who aren't first-name-Captain, last-name-Davenport. except... Cap, you gotta understand... flying the ship is scary. flying the ship away from the Hunger singlehandedly is so scary. and flying the ship under technically lower stakes, but while his Captain and friends are there watching him? and able to be disappointed in him if he messes up? is so so so scary. the scariest thing of all, somehow.

Davenport trains Barry, Lup, and Magnus in piloting semi-simultaneously, so he gets them to compete with each others' times for flying around the robot planet, and Barry always absolutely crushes it, and then has to go breathe into a paper bag afterwards. he had enough anxiety driving through roundabouts with other people in his car to judge him back while he was on his home plane. he was the kind of guy to worry that people would think less of him if he slipped into always-goddamn-tempting road rage, or if he used his signal like a fucking nerd. upgrading from a car to a spaceship was never going to be for him.

[daddyhoothoot]

Stolitz deniers must be so unhappy after Ghostfuckers. My boy is HEARTBROKEN and WANTS a relationship with Stolas!

[nicstylus]

babygirl i adore your art but if you keep posting about the dead men i will eat you. i will cry. /j

I'm so happy to hear you say that! I'm cashing in the tears now if you don't mind :]

[uh-wriring]

Son of God

Pairing: Gortash/gn!Dark Urge

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, knife play, blood, using "bdsm" (aka whatever these two have going on) for what could be interpreted as self harm, emotional hurt.

The weight of the dagger sat heavily against his palm, the look on the spawn in front of him, new, although unsurprising. "You want me to use it on you?" he asks. Just a few months ago, he might have laughed, put the dagger on their neck and pushed them against the bed as soon as the offer was made, but now? Now, the Bhaalspawn had left a mark on him, one that didn't allow for such thoughtless eagerness. Their posture was different, more subdued, eyes low. "Yes." A straight answer, a heavy chest. The dagger found its way to their neck, tracing the same path that had left a scar on the Banite. It grazed their skin gently, a hint of menace. It tests the skin, soft, a murmur. "Please."

The window is foggy above their bed, the drow's tears staining the sheets, their blood unique, touched, smirred. Their ass high, hands bound by ropes that had become familiar. Gortash noticed their wrists weren't quite as red, weren't equal to the other wounds he had inflicted after low moans turned to screams, begging for his touch, for his pain, for his choice of punishment. They wanted to be bounded, to have no choice, to have this.

As the old tears dried, new ones formed. The Bhaalspawn's spine curled in fetal position, the dried blood carried a metallic scent. Enver didn't quite know what to do with this. Sharp blades weren't uncommon to the two, although it was mostly the other one who wielded. They seemed to enjoy believing to be in control, Gortash enjoyed knowing he was in control. It worked well, at least it used to. Unsure of what to do, he stays still in bed, the black around his eyes smeared, the sweat on both their skins lingering of pleasure, but the way the other clung to him… He wasn't made for this. Were any of them made for this?

[catsidhesilvie]

~Fleeting Moment~

Decided to do post-processing on this one bc I wanted to stomp her little heart into the dirt :)

Here's the closeup without the glow bc I spent too long reconstructing her eye bc of whatever tf it is that happens to face 4 miqo eyes when you look at them from any angle other than straight-on. Also had to fix clipping from her silly hat and his arm fabric:

Side note, I really need to look into how to make my screenshots higher quality. I need to play with my graphics settings but remember to lower them back down before raid ahaha.

I mayyyy go back in and actually paint over this for prettier lighting/details with a real tablet pen and not just my mouse ahaha. We'll see.

Lore/story stuff:

Wyra is demi/bi but never allows herself to get into a relationship (despite being an avid supporter of her friends pairing up/being a romance-reader in her own right) because she is too focused on being the WOL. She doesn't want to place a target on anyone's back. Luckily, she can get by with just a few crushes she has to stomp down since she is never attracted to anyone until they've been friends.

Wyra's Azem, Iris, was also ace, but was in an unspoken LDR/non-exclusive relationship with Themis. They were similar in age (Iris very slightly older), and both had been child prodigies with magic who grew in their roles on the Convocation. They had become friends before, when Iris was still Venat's protégé. When Iris was promoted to Azem, they were attached at the hip when duty allowed, and otherwise kept contact while Azem traveled or Elidibus was too busy with his own duties. The only reason they didn't make it official was because they were both too committed to their duties to commit to each other. Everyone else still viewed them as a couple.

Wyra is very similar to her Azem in personality, though she is more straightforward (Azem has the power of prophecy and tends to speak somewhat cryptically/be more erratic, generally), less confident, listens to others' opinions more before acting alone, and is a bit less stubborn; she does retain her predecessor's habit of leaping to self-sacrifice over the idea that anyone else dare risk themselves.

When Wyra goes back to Pandaemonium, she is slammed with the soul-baggage/vague memories/emotion of Azem, most of all when meeting Themis. She immensely struggles with this instant crush, as she had hated and pitied Elidibus in her own time... and love at first sight was very much beyond her usual experience.

As they continue the Pandaemonium story, Wyra admits that the Themis of Elpis is basically a different person from future Elidibus, in the same way or even a sadder way than Emet-Selch had been, since Themis had lost part of himself to Zodiark. After this admission, she stops resisting his friendship. Still, Wyra doesn't know what to do with her misplaced Azem feelings, and Themis's overt flirtation and flattery don't help it.

Add the mild inferiority complex Wyra has with her hopes to live up to Azem's legacy, and she spends a lot of time wondering if Themis treats her this way because he is conflating the two women, because he is a creep who likes to be overly friendly with familiars, because he is trying to manipulate her, or because he does truly see her as an individual and likes her for her. She also harbors guilt that only she had the knowledge that she would one day be the one to kill him, so she keeps some walls up partly out of what she deems respect for his Elpis-self.

Finally though, after defeating Athena in the Aetherial Sea of the present, Themis/Elidibus's memory form admits that he does care for HER. Not just as the inheritor of Azem's soul, now that he fully understood that, but as Wyra, and he points out that they are quite different despite their similarities. He expresses mild annoyance that he was fated to forget her until it was too late, though he knows that it all was worthwhile and he couldn't harbor regrets as long as it led to her saving the star. Then he gives her her first kiss before dissolving into aether :)

I think that the real past Themis's friendship and adventures with Wyra in Pandæmonium lead to him withdrawing a little from his relationship with Azem, which is ultimately broken when he becomes the heart of Zodiark despite Azem's insistence that they find another way. She is deeply offended by the idea of sacrificing so many -- especially him -- and is certain there is another option. Azem is off trying to save the world by herself when she dies in the first final days, and no one knows since she refuses to summon friends to a fight she views as unwinnable. That's why she doesn't respond later to invitations to summon Hydaelyn.

After the Pandaemonium story, Wyra is left in a bit of a funk because, while Themis's words helped her to move on a bit from her constant self-comparison to Azem, she obviously was left in an odd place of mourning yet another enemy-turned-friend -- but this time with tragic romance stirred in.

She does move on, though, and I think she may be more open to romance in the future since her soul has finally gained some closure.

[tiodolma]

SEEE! THIS IS THE RESULT OF ALL THE STUPID AND PETTY INFIGHTING AMONG THE ROUND TABLE KNIGHTS

CHAPTER XVII. How Sir Launcelot returned towards Logris, and of other adventures which he saw in the way. And on the morn he turned unto Camelot, where he found King Arthur and the queen. But many of the knights of the Round Table were slain and destroyed, more than half.

it's anarchy, your honor.

[triflesandparsnips]

Oh hey, past-me! Tragically, you were wrong: We haven't seen wonky memories of the beach kiss.

--JUST THE ONES FROM THE MOONLIGHT SCENE, ASDFGHJKL

I feel like causing some psychic damage today, so:

1. Rhys and Taika do a lot of improv and bouncing off one another. This is a known thing.

2. Filming usually requires multiple takes. Different emotional weights, different physical actions, different readings of lines. This is also a known thing.

3. Stede Bonnet has a habit of remembering his past -- which the audience gets to see in the form of flashbacks -- and remembering them different depending on his mood or sense of the world.

This may or may not be a known thing. At the moment, it's just season 1 observations that may have been coincidental.

But.

It may be worth considering how, exactly, Stede remembers Ed's kiss. How it may change depending on if he's feeling hopeful, or horny, or romantic. How he may remember himself as more -- or less -- participatory than he had been. How he may remember Ed's mouth, or his hands, or his thighs as he (didn't?) straddle Stede's own.

It may be worth considering that there might be a wealth of filmed takes available from that beach-scene kiss, each one a potential different memory for Stede to run through as he searches for his Ed in season 2.

It may be worth considering how much those memories will differ from our own.

Or, and perhaps more importantly, Ed's.

[obxsummer]

loml (loss of my life) // ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

summary: jj up and leaves in search of his dad after receiving a weird letter and kiara witnesses a showdown between you and rafe that reveals more about what happened between the two of you than you wanted to share.

warnings: angsty angst angst, ptsd, rafe cameron muahaha, szn 4 spoilers

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Let’s do a little recap, okay?

In the last 48-72 hours, a lot of shit had gone down. And now, the seven of you were rehashing the details, so, might as well share them. JJ bid off the last of the gold, Wes Genrette gave y’all five grand to find a necklace, you and JJ found the necklace but managed to land in the hospital, Wes ended up dead somehow, Topper’s girlfriend almost killed you all, Cleo got kidnapped, JJ got interrogated by Shoupe because Kooks take no threat lightly, and now Terrance was dead in your living room.

Yeah, dead. In the living room.

So, that’s what everyone had been up to. For the most part, anyway.

You slept. You slept for 14 hours with no interruption and no intent of doing anything else as rain battered against the windows. The last few days didn’t feel real and you were terrified the moment you tried to get going again, something else would go wrong.

The rest of the Pogues handled things while leaving you to rest, to which you were extremely grateful. Cleo climbed in bed with you at some point, sobbing into your chest as you held her tightly, allowing her the space to let out all emotions.

After laying Terrance to rest, the lot of you were heading to Charleston in hopes of figuring out what exactly the amulet inscription said. There was of course the matter of the property tax and zoning change lingering over your heads while all of this was decided.

You hung back with JJ while he fixed the Twinkie, agreeing to prep the store for your departure and handle business until you had to leave. It wasn’t anything too heavy on your brain but it kept you occupied enough to prevent thinking about worse things.

“Babe.” JJ came flying into the covered dock with a rush, practically tripping on his own feet to get to you.

“What’s wrong?”

The instant concern on your face made him feel guilty. You’d been jumpy, rightly so, after everything happened. Especially now that the cops were aware of JJ’s threat, it was only a matter of time before someone came looking for you in retaliation.

He held a piece of paper in front of your face, waving it around chaotically where you couldn’t catch a glimpse of the writing. “I gotta go. I gotta- look.”

“Breathe.” You put your hands on his shoulders to keep him upright. “What is it?”

“A letter, from Wes Genrette. Said my dad would know, I gotta find him.”

“Your dad?!” You repeated in shock, hoping he was lying or at least misspeaking. “Jayj, your dad left.”

He shook his head, jumping forward to kiss you like his life depended on it. Fingers slipping into your hair, he repeated his action before pulling away. “Gotta trust me, baby. Be careful, alright? Go to Charleston, stay with John B. I’ll be back.”

You nodded in response, holding on to his fingers as long as you could before he pulled away and ran down the dock to the HMS Pogue. You hated not know what he intended on doing, but like he said, you had to trust him. No matter what, you trusted him. And maybe it would bite you in the ass, but you had to try.

Not long after, the remainder of the group returned from their ceremony for Terrance and found you in the shop. You sat on the counter where you’d been in a daze while watching the water.

“What’s up?” John B asked as he tapped the counter surface and climbed up next to you, recognizing the look in your eyes enough to know you weren’t fully present. The group piled in the area, taking their own spots.

“JJ left,” You explained directly. “Came running in here spewing all this shit about his dad, took the HMS, and left.”

Pope frowned at the news and grabbed a bag of chips to munch on. “Ohhkay. Are we supposed to wait on him or?”

You shook your head. “He said go. He’d catch up later.”

“Are you okay with that?” John B watched you carefully, knowing last time you’d left JJ in Kildare with no way to get ahold of him had terrified you. He promised to never do that to you again, to make sure you were comfortable and in the right state of mind to make those decisions yourself.

You looked over at your brother and shrugged honestly. “He said it had to do with his dad, John B. I don’t like that.”

“He said to go,” Cleo repeated as she dug her knife into the wood of the support post. “We should go.”

You licked your lips and took a deep breath. She was right. JJ was fully capable of handling himself, and with the dirt bikes here, he could catch up easily if he wanted. Nodding, you looked at John B. “She’s right, we need to go.”

John B nodded when you didn’t budge. “Alright, we’ll go load up the Twinkie. Meet us up there, when you’re ready.”

The group followed your brother up to the house, giving you some space and time to wrap up the shop and get your things together.

“Hey.” You looked up to see Kiara standing a few feet away from you, her fingers tangled together in nervousness.

“Hi,” You returned the greeting and climbed off the counter, shifting behind the register to collect the cash from today and lock up.

Kie walked a little closer and cleared her throat. “I just…um. I wanted to say I’m sorry, for the other day on the beach. I shouldn’t have lashed out on you like that when you had a good point.”

Your hands moved absentmindedly to band together the few bills you’d collected for the day before tucking them in the lockbox and hiding it in the safe. Kiara continued to try and explain herself, which you appreciated, but it wasn’t necessary.

“Kie,” You interrupted her softly with a small laugh, “It’s okay, girl. I promise.”

“I just got really scared,” She admitted sheepishly and tugged on her curly hair. “I saw us getting attacked, again, and someone going to jail. And I… I can’t do that again. Not after everything that’s happened.”

“I get it Kie, really. I mean, at first, I was upset because why were you mad that I was trying to defend us but to be honest, there’s so much more going on right now that my mind is clouded with.” You weren’t trying to come off rude, but the way she immediately switched on you as if she wouldn’t have lost her mind over dead baby turtles…

“Are y’all done?” Your heart dropped at the all too familiar voice and you looked up to meet Rafe Cameron’s eyes. He smirked at your shocked expression and he took a step closer making you take one back.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice was shaky and you refused to break eye-contact with him. The pocket knife slipped between your fingers as Kiara moved to stand behind you.

Rafe scratched his head as if his presence was a normal thing and he wandered around the shop, running his fingers across the shelves. “Uh, yeah. Do you—what you don’t think I’m just a customer coming to shop?”

“Rafe,” You snapped, your tone having a bite to it to let him know you weren’t down for games.

He fiddled with random items as he crossed the wooden floor to get closer to you and Kie. “I’m just looking for my sister.”

“She doesn’t want to see you,” Kiara answered as her fingers wrapped around your elbow. How Rafe managed to get in here without any of your friends noticing, you weren’t sure.

“Well, she’s my sister, okay? I can come have a little chat with her if I want,” He dismissed with a scoff. He grabbed a snow globe in his hands and your mind suddenly went to the ways he would probably kill you with it. “That was a really nice performance yesterday at the break. Really fun to watch, it was awesome. You know this place is on the chopping block, right?”

“Let me guess, you’re behind that or something?” You sneered at his nonchalant attitude. “I don’t know why Sofia puts up with you.”

Rafe flipped around pretty quick at the mention of the girl’s name. “You really ran your mouth to her huh? Took me a while to convince her that things had changed.”

“Did you drug her too?”

He was quick to close the gap between you, hands pressing against the counter that barely separated the two of you. “No, no. She uh, told me about your little problem, though.” Rafe motioned toward your abdomen with a hint of a smirk on his face.

Your eyes burned with tears as you realized what he was referring to, and you’d never felt betrayal like this in your life. “Fuck you, Rafe.”

He groaned and dug the heels of his palms into his eyes like his brain had flipped a switch. “Fuck, that’s not- no. No. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You did!” You spat as tears fell down your cheeks. Kiara’s gaze was burning into the side of your head as she watched the two of you argue, no words coming to mind as she watched you cry. “You always mean it!”

Pope clocked your distance immediately. He knew you wouldn’t be super warm and energetic after coming back from the Camerons’, even less so with John B in prison. He knew that, but there was something off about it. You weren’t just hiding away to cope, you were hiding in pain.

From the subtle wincing, the paleness in your skin, and slow movements, something was wrong. At first he chalked it up to getting your nutrition back and sleeping properly, but when it didn’t improve, Pope knew he needed to step in. 

It didn’t come to that, though. You’d pulled him away from plotting on how to catch Ward and Rafe and into the hushed space of your room. As much as you wanted to handle it all on your own, you knew if any of your friends could keep things down low and quiet, it would be Pope. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice soothing and concerned as you paced in front of your bed. 

The darkness in your eyes was so sad, and so terrified that Pope was worried you were too far past where he could help. You stopped in front of him, hands shaking as you laid out the details of your concern..

“I need your help, Pope. Please, I don’t know what to do.”

Rafe paced a few steps and shook his head. “You know, I came here to try and do you a solid, a-and you just push my buttons every time that-“ He paused and let out a deep breath. “I want to be better. I want to try and be a good brother, and fix what happened but,” He snapped his fingers in front of your eyes and you stumbled back. “You guys always wonder why you end up at the bottom of the food chain, it’s…it’s sad.”

You almost choked on your tears and attempted to give him the most menacing glare but it was useless. Stabbing you in the heart would’ve been less painful than this.

He walked around the counter to face you directly and you decided then you had nothing to lose. If he killed you, it would be welcomed at this point. He’d shredded you down to bones and still couldn’t stop taking digs at the scars left behind.

Every movement of his body screamed addiction withdrawal, and while you hoped he could be better for Sofia, you didn’t believe he could change. You wished the light in his eyes would fucking burn, that you didn’t have the empathy to hope for him to get better but God, you did. You wished Rafe Cameron would’ve been a better person. And you wish the world wouldn’t have been so cruel to him that he could’ve been better to you.

Rafe’s hand was shaking as he placed it on your arm gently. His face contorted when you gasped like he’d burned you and he pulled back. Instead, he reached into his pocket and held out a small card between his fingers. “I… this is my business card. Tell Sarah to call me, I think I can help. Or… or if you need anything to help, okay? I’m not your enemy.”

Silence hovered the three of you, Kiara’s fingers in your back pocket as you stood eye to eye with the person who ruined your entire past and most of your future. He must’ve realized you had nothing to say and dismissed himself from the store without another word.

The second the bell rang with his exit, your knees gave out and hit the floor. You gasped and heaved for air, threatening to throw up the breakfast JJ had made you.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Kiara reassured as you sobbed. “He’s gone.”

You forced a deep breath in your lungs and held it as long as possible. You were so sick of crying and feeling useless when everyone else seemed to take it all in strides and you were left a broken piece at the starting line. Life was so cruel to you, and now, more than ever, you wanted to give up on trying to run from the impending reminder that Rafe Cameron scarred you in more ways than one.

“Breathe,” Kiara reminded you as she scanned your eyes for any sign of pain. “John B!”

The yell for your brother had you clamming up as you jumped to stop her. There were so many tears on your face and you looked so scared. “No, don’t call John B.”

Kie shook her head, utterly confused and concerned by your actions. “You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on.”

You whimpered and laid back on the floor with a shaky breath. “I will, but you have to swear on your life not to tell anyone. Not John B, none of them, okay?

If Kiara wasn’t so rattled by the last twenty minutes, she would’ve probably agreed with crossed fingers for your safety. But seeing you like this, so raw in front of her after she’d yelled at you for expressing your feelings, she nodded. “Yeah, okay. Okay. I swear.”

It took a few more deep breaths to settle enough to speak without hiccuped sobs seeping in your words. And so you told her. You told her what happened in the Camerons’ house, how Rafe had left you with more than surface level scars and how you’d never forgiven yourself for giving up, for letting him win.

Because some people only got one chance at family, and Rafe Cameron had taken that from you before you even had the slightest idea what life would mean without it.

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a/n: broke this chap into two parts to give you more original content in the next one! more insight into the reader's time at the cameron house ;)

[sketchtastrophee]

YARNABY!! first time ive done actual lineart in a long time

ch4 spoilers and a bit of a rant below!!

okay yall i wanna make a pitch.. so i personally thought ch4 was really good but i see some ppl say it wasnt scary and i think i know why. there wasn't a focal villain following u which is part of it, but in this chapter we also had a lot of allies. i think ch5 is guaranteed to be scarier cuz it's basically just us and the prototype (as of what we know rn). ollie was prototype, poppy is probably kidnapped LMAAO and kissy is super injured, so we have to fend for ourselves

anyways onto my pitch. i think if ch4 was to be scarier there'd need to be a stronger emphasis on harley throughout the whole chapter and (here it comes) no safe haven.. HEAR ME OUT.

safe haven would still exist, it's just that we would have found it already destroyed. this would mean we meet doey after we find it and ollie would be the main one helping us thru puzzles as he did in ch3. maybe leading up to us finding safe haven, he keeps talking about how great it is and how we need to get there, but once we do, we find that everyone has been massacred.

this would make the "it was me the whole time muahaha" reveal darker at the end of the game, because (in this ver of ch4) prototype would've been pretending as if he hadn't personally gone in there and brutally murdered a bunch of innocents. bro was acting like he had no idea it was destroyed 😭

it would also make doey a bit more unhinged because we would be finding him after he's lost everyone. he'd be an ally, but scarier bc he seems like he might turn on us at any moment.

also in this ver of ch4 doey wouldn't be the final battle, harley would. i have an entire revamp of ch4 actually.. it's just sitting in my docs. it goes into more detail on how other stuff would be changed but i didn't post it cuz i didn't want to seem like i dont like the game 😢 idk if i should post it, it's like 3.6k words long

oh also heres the sketch of this drawing. im kinda bummed out that the back legs were lost in translation when i did the lineart 😭 hard to tell which ones the left one

(if anyone saw me post this earlier.. um.. NO U DIDNT..)

[bones4thecats]

Hi! hello! It is I, 👪 anon 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

I saw your requests were open and I saw that you write for some characters who I particularly adore (but see very little writing for (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)) so when I saw them on the character list I was like (⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠0⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ Heck yeah! \(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

So, may I request Fellow Honest, Gidel, and Ruggie befriending a reader who bakes for a living and likes to treat them with baked pastries, pies, and other assorted treats. They even pay attention to what flavours and textures that they appear to prefer, and tailor their treats to their preference (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

I hope you have a lovely day! I'm sending good vibes your way, and they're not gonna stop (muahaha (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧)

Their S/O Being A Professional Baker

Characters: Fellow Honest, Gidel and Ruggie Requester: 👪Anon A/N: Hello again 👪Anon! I love your ideas when it comes to requests! As you guys should know when looking at my character list, you'd see that Gidel is one of the platonic only characters, so there is no romance insinuated in his part! Also, this is significantly shorter than other pieces. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Stage In Playful Land Event ⚠️

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🦊 Fellow Honest, much like any other fox beastman, has a special kind of pasty that he can stand. His kind is not a large fan of chili peppers and garlic when it comes to certain foods

🦊 So most spicy things are off the table

🦊 But, if you were to bake him something with berries like blueberries or raspberries or even something with apples or grapes, he would fall head-over-heels for you. No doubt

🦊 When you first gave him and Gidel two pies, one fitting Fellow's taste or berries and the other fitting Gidel's of having a fishy-tang, he gave you an actual honest smile before kissing your forehead and helping Gidel settle himself at a table in your small bakery in the carnival

What do you think of Baker! Reader?

"I love their pies. They taste absolutely amazing, especially when they make a tiny fox-shaped figures on the tops!"

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🔨 Much like with Fellow Honest, as a beastman, Gidel has limitations in what he can eat wholeheartedly. Not saying that he'd die, but he'd get quite the stomach ache

🔨 These foods that upset him, such as mustard and chocolate, are things that Fellow Honest warns you not to put in his foods. And thankfully for both of them, you listen well

🔨 But, he does have a passion for when you make him desserts with cooked fish or even bananas, he gives you so many hugs and cute gifts that he either finds or makes

What do you think of Baker! Reader?

"They're yummy!" He writes

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🍩 Unlike most beastmen, Ruggie's sub-kind, which is a hyena, doesn't have any real threat to his system when it comes to food. Unless he ate something such as plastic, which is highly unlikely

🍩 He's smarter than that

🍩 Anyways, as his favorite foods are donuts, he loves it whenever he comes by your dorm and finds that you baked some yummy meat-pie themed donuts and even some cute berry-cupcakes

🍩 He also has a penchant for grabbing some of your pastries behind your back. He can't help that they're so delicious!

What do you think of Baker! Reader?

"I have only have five words to answer that. Their treats are the bomb. And if you disagree with that, then your taste buds have obviously given up on life and you have no taste."

[mouse-of-light]

Muahaha

YOSHIDAAAAAAAA

YOSHI

YOSHI LOOK AT THIS DOOR

LOOK AT IT YOSHI

YOSHI THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES FOR THIS

[verysanebsdfan]

Hello! I saw your requests are open and I was hoping you could write out some head canons for the romantic phantomhive twins (if you don't write for real! Ciel then that's okay don't worry!) with a childhood female best friend that was also kidnapped and abused by the cult alongside them please? Maybe she's the daughter of a maid or Tanaka's granddaughter is up to you! I love your writing please keep it up and take as much time as you need ❤️ tysmmm if you accept my request

Hello!! Thank you sm for this task aa ily<3 I'll only write this for our!ciel since i want the drama after they get kidnapped yk? muahaha im evil. BUT manga spoilers for the not animated parts yet. Read at your own risk. I reread part of the backstory but idk if it's accurate.

Lowk turned into a deep oneshot or smth, sorry, i was stressed and this just helped me relax !!

masterlist

cw: MANGA SPOILERS, blood, abuse, mentions of sa, kinda angst/no comfort i guess? our!ciel's name is Astre in this cause I don't think Sirius suits him.

» Plus Astre means "star" in french and Ciel means "sky" (that's what google translate says), while Sirius is a name of a star. I'd say it matches better.

wc: 979

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» You three met when your parents died, leaving your grandfather as your only family. I mean, your mother was adopted, but that does not change anything. It was when you were very, very young. Your memories of that day are as clear as day. 

It was a nice afternoon, and your grandfather, Tanaka, was holding your hand and leading you down a road, into your new home. After your parent died, it left him no choice but to take you in; after all, he could not leave a brilliant child like you in an orphanage. Fortunately, his master allowed it.

You slowly entered the huge mansion, taking in the luxurious interior. A huge staircase was right in front of you, a beautiful painting came into your line of sight. There was a lovely woman and an intimidating-looking man and their children. Twins. All of them are absolutely stunning. Are they the ones whose house you will be living in? That does seem scary, but maybe it won’t be too bad.

» As intimidating and scary as it might have seemed at first, it was not so bad. The nobles did not treat you badly unless you did something out of line. You were well-fed and dressed, had a roof above your head, and could be with your grandfather.

» It got even better with time, You became friends with the future earl’s fiancée, Elizabeth Midford. Well, of course, you would not just approach her to become friends, but she did just that, first, she wanted to dress you up, of course. 

» And that is how you started hanging out with the Phantomhive twins. 

» It started with small talk, occasionally playing some game like chess, ending with you beaten, of course. But then it evolved into deep talks and spending almost all your free time together, along with Lizzie. But in the end, you, Lizzie, and the twins, especially Astre, got exceptionally close.

» Then their tenth birthday arrived.

Something was very wrong. You were on your way to deliver your presents for the twins into their room, and that is when you encountered a dead body, one of a maid. As you were running down the hallway, you bumped into Astre, who was crying, blood on his hands.

“My parents they-!!” He cries out, and you put your hand on his mouth. There might be someone here. You take his hand in yours and run down the hallway. Finally, you see your grandpa, but he shouts something about retreating, your memory of what exactly is hazy now.

The last thing you recall was someone putting a cloth over your mouth and nose, knocking you out.

» Then, after many days, you ended up in the house of this nobleman. Viscount Blitz Enders, you believe, was his name. He did many things, but firstly he gave you hope. After being separated from the twins, he was the first one who gave you a speck of light to hold on to. He fed you, clothed you, and gave you entertainment. But of course, no one who attends the black market is a good person. 

You could still feel his touches, even if they didn’t linger as much anymore. It felt disgusting. You were just a child, so why does he do this? It did not take him long to get bored of you, switching you up with another victim. 

» After that, you got put into an institution or a cult? The latter. What surprised you were the familiar faces you encountered. The twins. Maybe it would have been better if you did not meet them. 

Blood was everywhere and Ciel lying on the table was everything you could focus on. The ringing in your ears never stops. You faintly recall Astre clinging close to you, crying. Who wouldn’t? The next thing you recall was black mist and a lot of blood. Then fire. 

» Your memories of what happened that day were really hazy. Was it a trauma response, or did something else happen? You will never know. What you know, however, is that you were not supposed to get out of there, yet here you are. Standing at the grave of a boy who is standing next to you, and a boy who will never stand next to you again. 

» That is right. Both Ciel and Astre were dead. One figuratively, the other literally. One thing is sure, it will never be the same. The future Earl is dead, and his younger brother takes his identity.

» You will never open a toy store with Astre like you promised.

» Everyone was overjoyed with the elder brothers' return, what saddened you was that no one batted an eyelash at the fact that the younger brother is really not here anymore. In their eyes at least.

» It lasted a few years, this plain life of watching your first love pretend to be someone he’s not. Pretend to be Lizzie’s fiancé. Pretending to be strong. But it did not go unnoticed. He was just ten years old when all of this started, who could blame a child for faking their strength after all of this?

» The small looks and lingering touches when you were alone did go unnoticed by all, besides Sebastian of course. We never left our emotions behind. Not even in the worst, but will we ever get another chance?

» “Probably not.” That is what you thought when I saw Ciel. Not yoir Astre. But Ciel. The one who was supposed to be dead. All the years of holding on to your feelings, all these years of suffering? Just for some crazed grim reaper to bring Ciel back, endangering Astre? Awesome. 

» Maybe it’s just as the supposedly dead boy said years ago. Maybe god really doesn’t exist. Just like Father Christmas.

[san-merlinart-63]

Shiny ahhh!!!

Está es una idea, vendrá acompañado con algo más después

Muahaha!! Spoiler (🧙🌜)

[duckmorganduck]

⚠️FLASHING, BLOOD, AND DANCING MEN PART THREE SPOILERS⚠️‼️‼️

day seven angst muahaha (shhhh 8 and 9 r in the works i have an exam tomorrow)

i don't know if you can post videos but we're about to find out (future duck: WE CAN!!)

this was for day seven it looks like ASS BE NICE. the dancing men will 4ever be one of my fav episodes. sherlock singing was very eerie 10 jonks out of 10

god the video looks huge im sorry

[mageofquandrix]

This is so cute.

I have a fic I'm working on where my Emmrich-romancing Ingellvar, Lucien, spends so much of his limited free time introducing Em to all the stuff he's discovered on his journeys and just delightedly enjoying his delight.

Omg Emmrich had never tasted pineapple before. didn't even know what it was called...

but he sure LOVES it :D