#now this is a real silly fella

[coolestcrocodilian]

What a DORK❗️

[aeb-art]

so i realized that my sona being geo's coworker would mean we have the same boss. not sure how i didn't consider that sooner, but it spiraled into... this. i'm calling it the bad ending. it is so so so long, so everything is below the read more o7 enjoy

stellar city and the mall toons belong to @8um8le as always

cw: assault and implied murder at the end

genuinely this feels like something fourteen year old me would wanna read and that is such a wonderful feeling, i had so much fun making this the past few days ouo

oh and thank you, ballad, i was kinda self-conscious on if the flower pot shard as a weapon was a good idea or not ^^; also thank you for making all these characters. drawing them has really made creating art more joyful these past few weeks (or months? geez...)

okay i'm done being a sap! i hope you enjoyed! have a lovely day/night! <333

[a-heartshaped-object]

gender sure is a fuck, huh?

[jolioiseau]

hail cyric, says the shapeshifter ooze

ur insides twist in abhorrent rage, the feeling familiar but the reasoning yet another mystery to add to the questionable list of Who You Are. a passing fancy of murder shrouds ur thoughts as u pick up the Strange Apple, shiny and firm. crisp, or would it be slimy? - you could eat him for ur god.

—-which is silly bc you don’t have one at the moment. everyone else’s god problems have turned you off of the idea. you’ll pick one up later, like choosing which head of cabbage has the least worms when you’re at the grocer

this thought fills u with dread - cabbage doesn’t go well with much of anything, worm-cabbage less so. the apple and its divine leanings are stowed in ur pack.

[mayordoi]

Happy birthday to the number one princess in the world!! 💖

~from her biggest fans :)

ramble of my scattered thoughts on the piece under cut as usual cuz i love talking 😋

This has been an idea I've been cookin for a while, and it was so cluttered and unlike any other ensemble piece I've made... and I decided I oughta do it anyway. I love Miku, I love Vocaloid, and I wanted to do something really ambitious and crazy for her anniversary. Crazy that she's turning her "canon" age this year TwT

I had the idea floating around since like, May...? And then finally started acting on it around June 18. I'm terrible with deadlines, obvious with how I can never make a silly birthday post in time, so I started wayyyy ahead to make sure I have some room to be lazy lol, especially with an idea as ambitious as this.

This was finished on July 12! So I had to sit on this for an annoying amount of time. Very difficult for someone like me who just wants to talk about everything I'm working on to the masses. But at the very least, that gave me the time to work on the draft for this post.

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Here's some ~behind the scenes~ scribbles leading up to the finished piece!

Left is the chicken scratch plan i made in my handy dandy notebook (whenever things are getting real and ambitious, i always made a rough ROUGH plan in there. Usually I'd do a rough pass of the full thing, but this was too complicated for me to do traditionally. I majorly benefited from digital tools to make this possible). CyberDiva and CyberSongman were considered, but I ended up cutting them cuz I just didn't feel like drawing them sorry-- (just pretend they're off to the side. They gave Ruby and Clara the pizza lol). Right is the "final" completed sketch (before I decided to include Chika mid-way through coloring and VY1 and VY2 near the finish line). I started by drawing the main "groups" separated on a different canvas so I can plop them into the main canvas for easy rearranging and transforming. However I got lazy and ended up drawing everyone in the bottom right corner directly on the canvas since I liked seeing the big picture of everyone's positions. Y'know.

Almost excluded Chika! But I like her design so much that I just felt like including her last-minute. You win this time, Chika fans. VY1 and VY2 were very close to being cut! I added them when I began doing the banner and thought "eh why not". I figured their non-human designs would be pretty easy to include pushed back in the bg. Ik VY1 is more commonly associated with the fan design, but I referenced the hairpin cuz it was simpler and the fan looked very annoying to draw 😭

Sorry to the fans of many Vocaloids I had to cut because this composition was insane enough as is. I promise I wanted to include fellas like CUL, LUMi and Sachiko 😭 I will admit I was a little biased on who I wanted to include over others. Like, I don't normally care for Bruno and Clara, but I wanted to get some more international 'loids in the mix. Also wanted to stick in the realm of official designs and not fan-designs since, as much as I can appreciate those, are just a whole "wait who is that guy supposed to be" situation I didn't wanna deal with. I also did wanna include even more character references through the balloons, but they ended up being kind of ugly and overcomplicated the BG :,) (Oh, and while this was originally planned to be a Vocaloid-only piece, I did end up including Teto, Neru, and Haku 'cuz those are Miku's besties dude!!! They may not be Officially in the club but they're her girls and it would be criminal to not invite them to her birthday).

Anyway, this project marks the first time I've drawn a lot of Vocaloids. Lily, Piko, Rana, Yuki, Yukari, Miki, Maika, and many more lol. All of 'em I've heard or seen in passing, but now I actually drew them, and some have really cool and fun designs!! I got into a habit of drawing Merli after this since I just love her design for example. And I'll probably be drawing more lol!!

Oh and the last thing I'll add for now!! The cake is indeed made up of various song references!! I wanted to reference the "big four" producers, just absolute icons in Vocaloid history. The pink/black checkerboard is "World is Mine" (Ryo), the crescents on the side is "Rolling Girl" (Wowaka), the smiley faces is "Matryoshka" (Hachi), and the three hearts on the side is "The Vampire" (DECO*27, which is sort of a symbol of his whole Mannequin album tbh). I know "The Vampire" is a bit modern but I couldn't think of anything else off the top of my head. I'm a fake DECO fan I know 😔 "Matryoshka" was originally going to be referenced in the colors of the candles but believe me it looked like shit so I just went for something else last minute 😭

That's all I have to say!!! Hope you didn't mind the text wall if you made it here. I hope you like it as much as I do!!!! Happy freakin' birthday Miku!!!!

I have to deal with tagging all these characters now for my page,,, in the drafts my tags got cut off after a certain point so I think I'm massively breaching the tag limit 😭 um... I'll figure that out later...

not losing sleep that i can't tag everyone, even for page organization purposes because some characters have pretty generic names and some are a little hard to see in full yknow. If you're one of those people who tag every character in the art piece you reblog... I am very sorry.

[the-s1lly-corner]

The TADC cast with a reader who’s a fluffy droopy eared bunny like the picture above.

Those eyes have absolutely no thoughts behind them just vibes (that may or may not include various types of cake)

Readers just a little fella,an absolute pal.they give soft plush hugs but the catch is that their like 7’5 tall.their super kind and patient and somehow always know what to say or do to help the cast.

(Also…JAX FIDGET HC!! He totally flops their ears about)

TADC cast x big soft silly plushie bunny!reader!!!!!

uueueueue the macarons i made earlier ended up so good!! easily some of the nicest and prettiest ones i made recently; not like bakery level pretty but none of them collapsed or cracked! main issue is that some of them kind of have a tip or bump on the top from the piping!! otherwise theyre solid!! gonna answer some stuff then i might go draw then hit the sack

CAINE:

i like to think that he took one of your ears in each of his hands and lifted them up, messing with them a bit before letting them flop down to your sides. has probably tried to blow you away with spectacles and grand gestures only for you to blink dully at him... oh... was he saying something..? you werent really paying attention... always reties your bow/bowtie when it comes undone, he cant have you not being ... not presentable..! very much endeared by your sweet demeanor and very loudly asks for hugs every now and then

POMNI:

has probably waved her hand in front of your face to see if you were awake and/or alive, genuinely thought that you were a real normal plushie the first time she saw you. got jumpscared when you slowly moved your head to look at her. oh dear! please reassure her that everything is fine!

since shes new you have taken to hovering around her during IHAs to make sure shes safe.. you have probably picked her up to your chest and made a run for it. like literally just pomni held flat to you and you just running with her. silly, i think

RAGATHA:

one of my favorite ragatha headcannons that lowkey becoming a given and my go to; she makes you accessories to go on your ears! bows and ribbons and the like! she thinks you look so so cute; vaguely reminds her of a bunny doll she used to have in her childhood, at least thats her guess judging by the warped and murky memories of her old life in the real world. has accidentally left you behind because you were spacing out and thinking about whatever it is that goes on in your head... thinks youre as sweet as can be, probably calls you "carrot cake" or something along the lines

"sweetie bell"

sits

JAX:

messes with your long droopy ears. not uncommon for him to just grab one and run his thumb over you false fur and fabric. he thinks youre too soft; literally and metaphorically. you make a great cuddle buddy and give great hugs, but youre just too nice for your own good. and on the off chance that youre actually paying attention when hes setting up a prank for someone, you put a stop to it. pulling pranks is mean, especially jax's style of pranks! you cant have that!

jax definitely pouts off to the side when you sabotage him.. youd think the two bunny folk would get along with one another!

well its not like you guys dont get along, youre too nice for that and sometimes i feel like jax's conscious would step in at least once and he would try to be nicer to you, at least for a day

KINGER:

sometimes he likes snuggling into you within the pillow fort, your body is just so soft and warm and comforting, youre literally just a giant teddy bear- er... bunny! stuffed bunny! honestly he probably hangs around you more than he would hang around a normal reader simply because youre just so sweet and soft, as well as inviting. you both tend to space out together.. do you think he accidentally put you in the walls of his pillow fort, before he realized you were a whole person ? like do i think kinger is that dense? no, but i do think that the thought it really really funny and silly and i can definitely see it as a gag

ZOOBLE:

tries to pretend that theyre not into how soft and comfy you are.... but they find themselves subtly leaning into you when youre nearby. i would say that they would be blunt with wanting to be held or wanting a hug like they are with everything else.. but i think when it comes to affection, zooble can be a little... eh... like theyre bad at saying what they want when they want it, at least verbally.. your softness makes up for the fact that they feel like those hard plastic kids toys

sometimes get a little annoyed by your... empty eyed look... because sometimes its really hard to tell when youre paying attention or not

GANGLE:

love love loves snuggling into you after a rough day, bonus if youre fixing up her comedy mask while she presses her other masked-face into your fluff and venting about her day. oh that jax is so so mean! please rub her back... her.. ribbons, actually. honestly hugs from you are s tier and the very best because as said several times before, youre really soft and comfortable. you guys tend to lock yourselves up in gangles room and hang out when a IHA isnt going on; and thats just fine with the both of you because you have one anothers company

[ratstwond]

Smiling Critters? As if the cartoon show?

Disclaimer: This is made for fun, there's no specific lore to them.

Warning: Bad English.

MC will be a Red Panda, since i did research about these little fellas and immediately fall inlove with them. But that doesn't mean i won't write for Lamb!Reader or Other animal!Reader.

Reblogs and comments are encouraged! Any kind of interaction are appreciated!

Pervious || Next

Confusion plastered on your face when you rolled to the side, expect to feel the hard, unforgiving cold floor. You were met with the soft patches of grass, tickling your skin, swaying slightly to the cool wind. Colorful flowers surrounded you as if they're concerned. The smell of fresh air assaulting your nostrils, lacing with a tint of newly baked pie. Sounds of laughters and happy squeals filled your eardrums instead of off-putting silence or screams that get you traumatized for days. Your body is light, relaxed, the backpack's absence seems to

Is this heaven? Or a dream? Was everything in Playtime.co just a nightmare? So many questions running through your mind.

Bird's chriping snap you out, you brush it off. More distracted by the newly surroundings, warmth envelopes like a weighted blanket as you squint in surprise when the sun light grazed your eyes. Unfamiliar with the sudden change of environment. Being in the dark for so long with makeshift lights and sunny sky had your body unconsciously adapted, naturals make you recoiled.

You feel like crying. You don't know when was the last time you bother to think about the outside when all you focused was trying to survive. Reality hit you like a truck and left you broken.

"Oh no no! Don't cry!"

In the midst of moment, hands reaching out to cup both sides of your face, tilting you chin upward gently. You can't help but jolt, quickly get on your feet and stood with your arms raised, tail puffed up and claws out.

You got a good look at the foolish soul that dared to touch you so suddenly and immediately you recognize the familar mascot. A bear. Who's equally as spooked as you, debating whether back off or calm you down. Red fur with some lighter tone of red, heart necklace dangling on its neck, signature blackened eyes with white pupils, and a stretched out smile. She is nervous, and you're too. Both of you had a stare off for what seems to lasted 3 minutes before the bear decided to cut the tense string.

"Hi-! My name is Bobby Bearhug."

You stared, Bobby took it as a sign to continue.

"I'm really sorry.. For touching you so suddenly like that. It wasn't a wise choice-"

"No-nono! It's okay! It's not your fault, i wasn't in my right mind!"

Now it's her turn to stare at you, unexpected as you fumbled, fiddling with your fingers nervously. Now it's her turn to jolted when you let out a short scream after you took a good look at your hands- er paws? Colored fur instead of normal human skin you once had. Panicked, you ran to a nearby river, glancing at your reflection just to be met with a whole new body. Built exactly like the critters, black conjunctiva with white pupils, unsual big mouth. A red panda. And oh you smell like old books-

You grabbed your own ear.

"Wah- hey!"

It was a bit stupid to tug it so harshly like that, the painful ache on your head is enough for you to know that this is real. You groaned in pain, sitting on the grass then get spooked by seeing your tail tucked beside you. Bobby, upon watching you - couldn't help but snort while you're busy freaking out by your own tail.

She shook her head, taking her seat beside you - who had done with their silly antics and is too tired to move - as she only smiled. You're still confused why all of the sudden you woke up in another- word? Yet, weird shits happened all of the time so you maybe will just go along with whatever came to you.

You told Bobby your name, which, the bear immediately brightened, smiling happily. She shakes your hand when you held out,

"You're silly." She added.

"Thank you."

[hollytoshaw]

for the best part two | harry lewis

part two of 'for the best'

part one here

word count : 4.1k

a/n: part two!!!! thank u for all the love on part one hope you all enjoy this next part!!!! <333

warnings: angst, references to sex, alcohol

requests: open for social media au's

rest of my work : masterlist

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It’s for the best. 

And maybe it was, as Y/N stepped out into the cool evening air, her heart feeling heavy from the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled longing. She couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered in her chest—a stark contrast to the usual warmth of Harry’s apartment that she was leaving behind. It now felt cold, just like the look he gave her as he spoke the words she’d wished he never said—it’s for the best. 

With every step away from Harry’s building, Y/N felt like she was taking a step further away from something that she couldn’t quite grasp. The connection never fully materialised. And maybe he was right; maybe it was for the best, but that didn’t make her feel any less stupid. The moments of intimacy they shared now felt like distant memories, replaced by the echoes of their silent exchange. They reverberated in her mind, the thoughts of what could have been and what should have been. She felt silly that she had ever mentioned anything. If she had kept quiet and not let her thoughts lead her astray, she’d still be tangled up in his bed, whispering sweet nothings, and her heart would not hurt as much as it did right now. 

She knew she’d made a mistake. She knew it three months ago when he was asleep in her room, the sound of his hushed snoring keeping her awake as she looked down at him with his arms wrapped around her. If it had been anyone else keeping her up with their laboured breathing, she’d have told them to be quiet, but it was him, and the sound lulled her to sleep every night. It was something she’d grown used to, something she liked hearing, knowing he was only inches away from her and holding onto her like he never wanted to leave. She felt wanted, and she loved it. She loved it, and she knew it was wrong to love it, and now the thought of never hearing it again, well, it felt like a stab in the heart. 

Lost in her thoughts, she found herself wandering aimlessly through the dark streets, the tears on her cheeks glistening in the glow of the streetlights. If anyone had walked past and taken a look at the girl, they would have thought she was crazy. A blubbering mess. And she felt like one too, as she quickened her pace in hopes of rushing home. She needed a release—a cathartic release from the ache in her heart—to go home and scream into her pillow. She wanted to forget everything that had been said in the last hour. To go back to before, when it was casual and she was happy. But she couldn’t because there was no casualty before, and maybe she was never really happy. 

/

 Five days had passed since Y/N had left Harry’s flat, and she had spent those five days in the isolation of her own home, not wanting to leave her, ignoring all the texts she got from the girls. She’d even called in sick to work and Cal and Chip knew something was up, she’d never miss a Fellas shoot. Maybe to some, it might have been a bit of a dramatic reaction, but in truth, Y/N felt like her heart had just been ripped out, chewed up, and spat out. She was allowed to be as dramatic as possible. 

It wasn’t supposed to hurt this much, either. After all, it wasn’t a real relationship; they weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend; there was no label. It was just a fleeting connection built on half-truths and borrowed moments of intimacy. But Y/N was ensnared; in the tangled web of emotions they’d spun around each other, she felt her heart tethered to Harry’s in ways she couldn’t explain. If only Harry had felt the same. 

The girls had had enough. They were worried about Y/N as she kept herself cooped away in the quiet solitude of her bedroom. They knew she was staring blankly at the screen of her phone, watching all their texts pop up, and more than likely reading through the remnants of her text conversations with Harry. They needed to intervene. 

Y/N’s friends, Sabina, Fatih, and Laura, knew all too well the pain she was going through. They saw it first hand over the past few months. While they loved Harry to bits—him being a friend of their boyfriends and a friend to them too—they also loved Y/N, and after seeing her wrapped up in this messy debacle, they knew that she was hurting. With bags full of cheap wine, picky bits of food, and their hearts full of determination, they arrived at Y/N’s doorstep one sunny afternoon. They hadn’t bothered texting her before to let her know they were coming, knowing she’d probably make some silly excuse and manage to worm her way out of their plan.

"Alright, ladies," Sabina declared, setting down her bag of groceries. "Operation Cheer Y/N Up is in full swing."

With a chorus of nods, they exchanged smiles before knocking on the door.

Y/N answered, her eyes weary, but a glimmer of surprise danced across her face at the sight of her friends assembled on her doorstep. God, she was in for a long night. 

"Babe!’’ Faith said, offering her a warm hug. "We come bearing gifts."

Y/N's lips curled into a faint smile as she ushered the girls inside. They made their way to the living room, where blankets were strewn across the couch from where Y/N had set up camp the past few days, indulging in terrible rom-coms. 

They wasted no time in bustling into the kitchen, grabbing four wine glasses and a few plates from her cupboards. Popping open the cheap rose and setting up the snacks, Y/N felt a semblance of normalcy returning. It was nice to see the girls, a reminder that she wasn’t completely alone in this. She had dreaded the thought that she’d have to completely avoid everyone and that they’d all take Harry’s side, but she knew that would have been ridiculous. They were her friends too, and in reality, there were no sides to be taken; it was just between her and him. The group had warned them it was bound to end badly. 

‘’How are you coping?’’ Laura asked, balancing her glass of pink fizz on her leg as she sat cross-legged opposite Y/N.

Y/N let out a sigh. ‘’Truthfully, a lot worse than I thought I’d be. I mean, I know it was nothing serious but-’’

‘’Shut-up.’’ Faith swatted the girl next to her. ‘’It was serious. It’s been what? Six months? That’s basically a relationship.’’

‘’I agree. I moved in with Chip at the four-month mark. Half a year and I’d be thinking I’m getting married and having kids with the boy!’’ Sabina laughed. 

‘’No, I know, but we never started off dating. It was casual from the get-go, and I foolishly caught feelings. I can’t blame him for not feeling the same.’’ Y/N sighed, resting her head on her hand in defeat.

‘’Y/N, there’s nothing silly about catching feelings. You spent half a year with him. It was bound to happen.’’ Laura spoke. 

‘’Literally! There’s no way he could've thought the way he was around you was casual.’’ 

‘’What do you mean?’’ Y/N said with furrowed brows. She’d hoped there were another two bottles of wine in their bags because she felt like she needed them. 

‘’Babe, he was all over you any chance he got. Always talking about you. Ethan told me he was like a broken record on Sidemen shoots, always mentioning you. There’s no way it was casual for him.’’ Faith reassured.

''Well, he pretty much kicked me out; he didn’t even want to have a conversation about it.’’ Y/N spoke, feeling the tears itching at her eyes, but she held them together, not wanting to break down in front of the girls, even if they were her best friends. ‘’Said it was for the best.’’

‘’I can’t believe that!’’ 

‘’Doesn’t even sound like Harry. I bet he just said it in the heat of the moment but probably regrets it.’’

‘’Have you heard from him since?’’

‘’No, nothing.’’ Y/N paused. ‘’I’m not surprised though; it seemed like he was over it all anyways.’’

The girls sat in silence for a moment as they watched their friend, shoulders heavy with the weight of sorrow she was feeling, and all enveloped her in a massive hug.

‘’This calls for a night out!’’ Faith beckoned from the hug. 

‘’I can’t. I don’t want to bump into him yet.’’ Y/N sighed. She didn’t know how she’d react if she saw him. She’d probably want to run out of the bar and back to the only place she’d found comfort in for the past few days—her bed.

‘’Nope, I’m not hearing it.’’ Sabina laughed. ‘’He doesn’t own the place. So what if we bump into him? We need to cheer you up, and 2 for 1 cocktails sound like a good start to me.’’

''Oh, I don’t know-’’

‘’Right, Friday at 7? Let’s meet at the pub.’’

There was no way the girls were going to let her say no. A pub night it was.

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Harry felt like shit. Complete and utter shit. 

For the past five days, his mind had been a tempest of conflicting emotions and he felt completely weighed down by the burden of guilt. He didn’t even know where it all had gone so wrong. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment but he knew it was all his fault. The image of Y/N’s eyes brimming with tears as she left his bedroom was enough to engulf him in a sea of remorse and he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

Unlike Y/N he hadn’t kept himself hushed away in the four walls of his bedroom. Oh no, that was the last place he wanted to be. He hated being in that room. Every trace of her was still visible and it made him feel sick. The smell of her vanilla perfume still on his pillows, her favourite bra in his chest of drawers and the array of jewellery she had left on his bedside table when she rushed off. She was everywhere and it made him feel like shit. 

Instead Harry took every opportunity he could to get out of his flat. Whether it was hours at the gym, drowning his sorrows in the pub or even offering to fill in for Tobi on a Side Plus shoot, he did everything possible to not be home. The boys knew something was up, he’d never offer to do an extra shoot, usually loving his time off. And at the pub too when he returned to his old ways after a few pints and started getting rowdy and mean with them, they knew something was off. They didn’t pry though. They had heard the whispers from their girlfriends that something had gone down between him and Y/N and then knew that more than likely it was his fault. 

He’d never felt like this before either. The feeling in his chest was so alien to him. Even when he had broken up with his ex of two years, the pain in his heart was never this bad. And he had no idea why. 

He missed her, that's the one thing he did know. He missed her laugh like you’d miss a ray of sunlight on a rainy day. He missed her laughter that danced like a melody through the air. He missed her smile that was so bright it could light up any room. The way she’d sing off key in his shower. Or the way she’d turn up after work with food in hand and a bottle of the red wine he loved. He’d even slept on the side of the bed that she’d preferred, it smelled just like her and he missed it. Course, he missed the sex too but that wasn’t just it, he actually craved her as a person. He could have gone out on a night out and pulled any girl he wanted but the thought made him feel sick. He just missed her so much but he just didn’t know why. 

Checking his phone, he saw a text that Chip had sent into the groupchat. Chip : ‘Anyone wanna go pub on friday? 8pm?’

Anywhere was better than home, Harry knew that. So pub on Friday, it was. 

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Friday had come around way too quickly for Y/N. She felt herself facing a dilemma - she had promised the girls she would join them at the pub, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that coiled like a serpent in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t think of anything worse than necking a few pints and forcing conversation. And she couldn’t budge the idea that Harry might be there, out of her mind. She didn’t know what she’d do if she came face to face with him. She felt sick at the thought. 

With a resigned sigh, she dragged herself away from the comfort of her cosy flat and stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection with a mixture of resignation and reluctance. The girls insisted the whole night that a night out at the pub would be just what she needed to lift her spirits, to chase away the shadows that lingered in the corners of her mind. And usually she’d be all for it. She loved a night out as much as the next person but it almost felt too soon. She wasn’t sure if she was ready and deep down she knew he’d be there.

As she brushed her hair and applied a coat of ruby red lipstick, she tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. She had especially caked on the concealer in attempts to hide the dark eye bags that had appeared over the last few days. Her outfit was simple, sporting some black flare jeans and a little baby tee, nothing special but she felt comfortable. 

It didn’t take her too long to get to the pub. Just a quick 10 minute walk from her flat and she’d landed outside ‘The Old Queen’s Head’ a local favourite for the group. Sabina and Laura were outside chatting to the security guard and she felt instant relief that she didn’t have to walk in on her own. With a few hugs and kisses on the cheek later, the girls stepped in and went to the bar. 

Y/N felt thankful that when she went in all she could see was a few groups of people she didn't recognise and some old men sat at the bar - he wasn’t there. She had never felt such relief. A few 2 for 1 cocktails later and she found herself relaxing. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe the last few days in isolation were a bit extreme. It was good to be back with the girls, chatting about future plans and fond memories. It was nice.

An hour had passed and Y/N felt slightly buzzed but relaxed. That was until she looked across the table and saw the two girls opposite with wide eyes as they looked towards the door.

‘’For fuck sakes, I told Josh to not bring him.’’ Sabina sighed. 

‘’Don’t turn around, Y/N.’’ Laura spoke, squeezing Y/N’s hand.

In any other situation that statement would have been vague and Y/N would have had no clue who was behind her but curiosity went a miss, she knew exactly who it was. Of course, he was here. Why wouldn’t he be? He was always at this pub with the group on a Friday - as if this week would have been any different. 

She didn’t dare turn around, feeling frozen on the wooden pub stool. She could hear the chorus of ‘hello’s’ from the boys and she felt sick. Giving a quick smile and a mumbled ‘hi’ back to them, she felt like she was about to faint. With a dizzy mind and sweaty palms, she lifted herself up from her seat, muttering that she needed some air and headed outside with her eyes down, avoiding Harry’s piercing eyes that were focused on her. 

She’d never felt more thankful for the crisp London chill in the air that hit her as she opened the door to leave the pub. The cold sent shivers down her spine and knocked her back to reality. She knew she probably looked like a fool, immediately fleeing the scene as soon as he arrived but she didn’t care. It felt like the walls of the pub were closing in on her and she needed to escape - she knew the girls would understand. 

Propped up against the brick wall, she let out a breath and closed her eyes. Her mind felt like it was moving at a hundred miles per hour, thoughts racing around in her head. How was she supposed to get over this when she could barely be in the same room as him without her heart shattering into millions of pieces. 

She felt defeated and she just wanted to go home and cry. In her own little world, she let her thoughts run wild before she heard a raspy cough next to her, interrupting her inner monologue. She opened her eyes to see who it was but in heart she knew it was him before she could even lay her eyes on him.

‘’Are you alright?’’ Harry spoke softly, running his hands through his hair as he propped himself against the wall next to her. 

She wanted to scream. They hadn’t seen each other in days, the last memory of him being him kicking her out and the first thing he said was ‘Are you alright?’. It was laughable.

‘’Am I alright?’’ Y/N laughed, ‘’Oh, I’m fantastic.’’

Harry so badly wanted to roll his eyes but stopped himself, not wanting to fuel an argument between them. 

‘’I’m sorry.’’ he paused, ‘’I didn’t realise you were going to be here.’’

‘’Me either.’’ She sighed, finding it hard to even look at him, knowing one look into his eyes would send her haywire. ‘’I wouldn’t of come if I’d have known.’’

‘’Y/N, I just want to apologise. I- I shouldn’t have told you to leave that night. I just didn’t know what to say.’’

‘’You don’t need to apologise. I can’t blame you for not feeling the same.

‘’It’s not that I-’’ he stopped himself, ‘’Look, do you think we can talk about this properly? Somewhere more quiet?’’

She looked up at him properly for the first time. He looked worse than she thought would and she’d be lying if it didn’t make her smile. His eyes were darkened with bags, the t-shirt he was wearing looked like it could use an iron and his hair was messy and unkempt. 

‘’Is that your attempt to ruse me back to your apartment? I’m not sleeping with you, Harry.’’

‘’For fuck sake, no.’’ God, he wanted to roll his eyes even more now. ‘’I just want to talk, please, Y/N.’’

‘’Fine.’’ she sighed in defeat. ‘’Just to talk.’’

/

The walk back to Harry’s was quiet. The pair walked side by side in a silence that was unsurprisingly uncomfortable and they couldn’t help but try and ignore the awkward tension hanging between them. 

The street lights cast long shadows on the pavement as they walked next to each other, the sound of their footsteps and cars passing by being the only thing echoing softly in the air. They both stole glances of one another, Y/N noting the way his jaw was clenched slightly and Harry noticing her shaking hands, a sign of the unease that the pair mirrored from one another. 

It felt weird to think that not so long ago the two could barely savour a moment of silence in each other's company, always making each other laugh or telling some bizarre story that the other listened to intently. The silence was deafening and they both felt awful. 

The walk to Harry’s was a familiar route for Y/N and her heart ached as she walked past the places they used to love going. They passed the park where they had their first picnic, the bench where they shared their deepest secrets, and the bar that they shared their first kiss in. Each sight stirred emotions Y/N had hoped she’d be able to bury, adding weight to the silence that hung heavily between them as they knowingly passed their favourite spots.

They reached the front door of Harry’s flat and all Y/N could think about was turning around and running as far away as possible. But before she could muster the courage to speak and say ‘this is a bad idea,’Harry broke the silence. 

‘’Please just come up for a while,’’ Harry sighed knowing that she was regretting coming here with him, he could see it written all over her face. ‘’Just hear me out.’’

Sighing in vanquish, she watched him unlock the door and followed him up the stairs. 

His flat looked the same as it did when she rushed out the door last week only this time she could see it clearly, no tears fogging up her vision. It was messier though, piles of plates and cups filling the sink, a few boxes scattered around and the bin overflowing with rubbish.

She mirrored him as he took a seat on the sofa and she purposely sat as far away from him as possible. She could feel herself on the edge of the sofa and if she had tried to move any further away she more than likely would’ve landed on the floor. 

"Y/N, I... I just wanted to say..." he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked up, meeting his gaze, searching for the words he couldn't seem to find.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she nodded, the weight of his second apology of the night lifting a burden she hadn't realised she'd been carrying. 

"I’ve told you, you don’t need to feel sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the city outside the window.

‘’No, I do.’’ Harry said, barely meeting her eyes as he played with his hands. ‘’I didn’t mean to tell you to leave, I just didn’t know what to say.’’

‘’And you know what to say now?’’

‘’No- I- ,fuck. It just shocked me, that's all. I’ve never been good with confrontation, even now it makes me feel nervous.’’ he paused, ‘’I never wanted to upset you, I just couldn’t put my feelings into words.’’

‘’Your feelings?’’

‘’Yes. I haven’t been able to sleep since that night. I regret everything I said.’’

‘’But you were right? It is for the best if you don’t feel the same way, Harry.’’ Y/N sighed. ‘’There’s no sugar coating it. You can’t regret what you said if that's how you feel.’’

‘’But it’s not,’’ He wanted nothing more than to reach over and hold her hand, ‘’I can’t sleep because you’re not next to me and it makes me feel strange.’’

‘’You miss the sex? Is that what you’re trying to say?’’ Y/N could barely choke a laugh. 

‘’No, obviously not.’’ Y/N narrowed her eyes at his statement. ‘’Not that I don’t miss that- of course I do. I miss that loads-’’

‘’Harry.’’ she cut him off.

‘’Sorry. What I’m trying to say is I miss you. I miss you so much, Y/N. It’s been a week and I can’t think about anything other than you and I don’t know what that means. I’m so confused.’’ 

Y/N watched him as he blabbered on. If he felt confused then imagine how confused she felt. After a week of thinking he wanted nothing more to do with and now she was hit in the face with his confessions that he missed her. She was baffled.

‘’I’m confused too, Harry. I don't know what you’re trying to say.’’

‘’I’m saying I miss you and the way I’m feeling is something I’ve never felt before. I need you, Y/N.’’ he whispered, barely believing that he was able to get the words out, ‘’I need you so much.’’

Y/N could have died on the spot. Her head was spinning and she knew it was from his confession and not the cheap pornstar martini’s she’d consumed a few hours ago. 

‘’I’ve always needed you, Harry.’’ she spoke softly at the boy who was sitting a foot away from her with his head in his hands.

He smiled up at her, removing his hands from his crown. 

‘’Will you stay with me tonight?’’ Harry asked gently, ‘’I won’t be able to sleep.’’

‘’OK, I’ll stay.’’

-

a/n: going to do another part because i live for this angsty y/n and harry duo. hope you all enjoyed this & thank u for all the love xxx

[maxphilippa]

i'm genuinely just saying that the ii fandom should try to not put their ships on basic dynamics because when you watch the media itself you realize that they're wayyyy more complex than that, and that the content that gets made off it feels one dimensional and like people don't really get why their dynamic/friendship works at all, or simplify their attributes completely disregarding the other relationships the characters in said ship have.

nickloon works because of suitcase mattering so much to both of them. now this is something that most of the fandom doesn't get because they don't get nickel's character at all and often portray him as an gay asshole, but i've made a lot of analysis on his behaviour, so you can check my posts on him if you're interesed to learn why suitcase is so important to him too. however they're so much more than just "a weird gay thing", they're an story of growth and realizing that you were wrong, how much love they have and how you can learn and change for the better, as someone who went through that same thing and now i have a best friend thanks to that, seeing how people only put them on one dynamic disregarding completely the reason as to WHY they're like that is pretty boring. they work because had so many issues at hand and needed communication in order to work through it. their care towards one person (suitcase) is what made them be so angry at eachother and what ultimately made them become friends as well, but the way they genuinely ended up wanting to be friends and caring so deeply for eachother is what speaks the most. sure, nickel cared about baseball and all, but balloon was ultimately the reason as to why he lets go of the rough attitude, and decides that he does want to fix what he has done, that he wants to become a better person and friend.

lightbrush works as an POST canon ship, not as one that happens on s2, nor should people ignore the fact that paintbrush was often angered/stressed by lightbulb's behaviour for most of the show. it works because ultimately they're both struggling to come to terms with themselves, and lightbulb gets to finally understand why she was messing up so much and genuinely showed care for paintbrush, who was ultimately struggling with themselves, you know, coming out and all that. what people don't get by making their relationship just an "silly random fella x hot headed person" is that they're both so much more than that. lightbulb has depression and her terrible copying mechanisms are what made her suck so much as a team captain, and paintbrush wanted stability and for someone to actually listen to them for once. lightbulb gets to learn that life is much more complicated and that she has to be there for people if she wants genuine connections with others, and she helped paintbrush on such a complicated moment, showing that they can work on an actual friendship post show, and that they do care about eachotther after all.

fantube is so much more complicated and emotional from what the fandom usually portrays. downgrading them to just an "girlboss x malewife" feels like they're not getting their characters at all and also like it's missing the point of their arcs being entwined by still making them act like their s2 pre-ep 14 selfs. both fan and test tube had severe issues with social interaction and grasping on what's real and what not, emotional communication often being their biggest struggle, and constantly got on arguments with others thanks to the fact that they couldn't "fit in". test tube shows to generally struggle understanding people and their feelings, meanwhile fan is more so aware of those, he still struggles with understanding that the game is very real and that he can't keep running away from the fact that change IS very real. they both made eachother grow because fan made test tube aware of feelings, and test tube made fan aware of growing and learning. they're both pretty equal on their own terms and they had bad copying mechanisms through s2 as a whole, except for their elimination of course, where they make amends and start over. they trust eachother and are pretty much partners, whether romantic or not, they are a team. a duo. they're just trying their best after all, and still struggle a lot with feelings at times. but that's why they work it through talking: the thing that they couldn't do at all before.

i really like/enjoy these ships on their own and i kinda hope that the fandom starts to actually get the characters and understand them properly, i would've also talked about silvercandle, but that is a whole can of worms and after iii 18, i have an overall more negative/neutral stance on the fandom perception of them.

this is just a recollection of thoughts, too.

[velvetyvoyage]

Hey there li'l fella!

sypnosis: how some of the bsd charecters react to you (their lover or s/o or spouse or whateva) gifting them a silly lil pet.

includes: fyodor, nikolai, dazai, kunikida

a/n: i honestly should have stopped after fyodor and nikolai but oh well.

the following convo happens through text

->"Fedyaaaaaaaaa when r u coming home???"

"I'm pretty sure I'll be back late tonight. Why? Is there something wrong? or something you need me to get?"

"no no, i don need anything rn" "i just got you a lil something"

"oh? And what might that be?"

"no spoilers!"

"alright alright. I'll try come home as soon as i can"

"okieeeee" "get me ice cream on the way!"

"[insert ur fav ice cream/s]?"

"yep!"

the following happens in real time

-> you're kneeling down on the floor to admire the lil dark-grey furry friend with a white cotton hat in front of you when you hear someone opening the front door downstairs [don't ask me how ur able to hear a door opening downstairs, u just can. ok?]. assuming it's fyodor, you rush down the staircase.

"why are you awake at this hour?" he says, closing the freezer door.

"i was simply waiting for you" "come! i wanna show you something"

"alright, lead the way."

*Insert Time Skip*

"..." "soooooo, what do ya think?"

"Love, why'd you bring a rat into the house?" "says you" *insert a v big side eye from you to him*

"what's that supposed to mean?" "ohh nothing!"

"well... is this your pet now?" "our pet* " "guess what i named it?"

"what?" " i named him... Phyodor. p-h-y-o-d-o-r"

"Dear, doesn't that name ring a bell?" "oh what ever do you mean?" you say, very dramatically.

-> just stares at you like 🤨😐😑

-> "And what if i don't want to keep it?" "well, then I'll simply "donate" phyodor to a near by orphanage or something"

the both of you were on a stroll outside and decided to sit down on a bench in a near by park

-> "y/nnnnnnnnnnn watcha got there?"

"a dove" "it's so... pretty" you say. as you were feeding a flock of doves, one of them perched up on your lap.

"i wanna take it home"

"QUIZZZ TIMEEEE" he shrieks twirling around. "QUESTION 1: why do you, y/n l/n wanna take it home!?"

"because it's pretty and i wanna admire it every day? but... i can't take it home"

"interesting answer!" "QUESTION TWOOO: why can't you take it home? what is stopping you?"

"you." "HUHHHHH!?!?" "even if i want a pet bird, i know damn well that you will set it free and also i don't want to confine it between bars." you say with a perseptive look on your face. "besides i don't really need a pet"

"ohh? why so" "cuz i have you to take care of?" *dramatic gasp* *flabbergasted*

"I! am not a pet!" "but i still have to take care of you" "hmp!" he says as he puffs his cheeks, shuts his eyes and turns his head the other side. (ur looking north (at the birdies), he's facing east)

"why would i admire a mere bird when i could admire you instead" you murmured, a pleasant smile playing on your face.

"what was that?" "oh nothing"

-> why? just why would you give him a pet to take care of? he's one himself and you know it.

-> the poor thing... :(((

-> whatever the animal is, it'd probably take care of him instead.

*cough* @🍣 *cough*

-> does he really need a pet? like cmon?

-> also if you're in a relationship with him, no matter how responsible or independent you are, he'd have to take care of you too.

-> goldfish. he'd have a goldfish

-> it's the most fitting tbh

-> it'd just be minding it's own business in its lil fish tank unlike a certain mackerel.

the pics at the start were only for aesthetic (which failed but oh well) and is not at all relevant to the post.

[i4oba]

mark as… 💭 / your college friend !? ⊹◞✿

your first ever lecture being anthropology, out of all options, was pretty much chaotic and a really humbling experience

you kind of felt lost?? with the lecturer throwing in some of his own antics, with a little too much of little pop culture doses

i mean, he was trying??? talking about batman all of a sudden, comparing a pretty much real theory to his logo or something

(not that you didn’t mention that during that really crazy one on one oral exam… BUT STILL?)

now that’s how you got to know mark lee

i mean, not during the exam, waaaay before that – the first lecture, being just as confused as you, he was.. probably trying to look for someone who was taking notes (preferably good ones at that)

and that’s when your eyes met his!

i guess the panic was so evident in the look you gave him, he just.. couldn’t help but laugh loud asf at your CONFUSED face

i mean, if it was the other way round, you would’ve laughed as well, what can i say..

but still, you had to whisper shout at him (which was weird in the middle of the lecture, being literal meter away from each other) ?? telling him to stop the shenanigans or else you’ll throw hANDS!!!????

(you ended up not doing that – you decided his face was too cute… yeah… pathetic…)

anyways… he literally waited !!!!!!! for you not so far from the lecture hall after it was finished and.. he kind of just??? approached you when he saw you exiting, face representing the Thousands of questions you were left behind

i mean, he felt the same kinda–

but anyways, it was quite.. awkward when you two first interacted. he didn’t really know what to say, you couldn’t really respond to him since all he could muster out was

well.. it sounded stupid

(because he was nervoussssss–i mean, who wouldn’t be when they are trying to hit on a pretty girl like you.. DUH?)

he ended up asking for your notes though.. but it was strategic, you know???

you gotta slide into his dms that way!!!!!! so he can try again!!!!!! (a little bit harder maybe idk)

i mean, you agreed but had a suspicious look while nodding, still trying to figure out his intentions

it really wasn’t clear honestly, he seemed so weird at first, and then he was friendly, offering help around the campus, and then suddenly he wanted to chat???

YOU HAD EYES OF COURSE. even at the omnious, freaking awful freshmen camp you couldn’t spot anyone that looked even half as good as him

but still…

he had that kinda “pretty boy next door” type of vibe which you honestly adored–probably that’s why you agreed on going to that party as well, he invited you to

it was silly of you, of course, and you couldn’t not notice the confused looks of your dormmate

you two knew each other for like.. 2 days and she was suddenly acting like your mother

“ughhh… that dude, you know, that johnny fella has that kind of reputation on campus…”

WHO THE FUCK IS JOHNNY!!!!!!!??????

“he’s a compsci major” she said, shrugging

“that’s literally where the fuckboys are at”

you were like What.. are yoU EVEN SAYING LMFAO

(every compsci major dude i’ve ever seen was a loser though… ?)

where she got that information???OUT OF HER ASS????

later on, like two days had to pass at most???? maybe just one and a half??? and she got invited as well–some chenle dude and her went to the same seminar and things just happened

not her opinion changing.. lol

but it was set now that you two are going together! mostly because she knew you don’t have any friends so.. she might as well help you out–that’s the least she can do after you two changed beds

she kind of made you out to be a loser that way.. like WHAT! YOU HAVE Friends… just

having a major on a different campus.. BUT STILL THE SAME SCHOOL!!!

she was always giving you that weirded tf out look whenever you mentioned it. like okay girl, go off, say whateva lol

but she felt the need to accompany you (GOD BLESS HER TBH)

looking all hot and stuff, you two both paid a visit to the house party which was… honestly pretty boring looking at first

like yeah, just a couple of dudes, not hype enough music either

you expected some kind of shitty techno untz untz music like in those german clubs

those are HYPE. or the eastern european clubs’ music.. elite tier i swear

but you got none of that, only a silly and honestly pretty mid ?? spotify playlist

it’s like giving the aux to someone who only listens to tiktok music like BFFR

right before you were about to leave this horrible gathering, you spotted mark, having a really heated conversation with a Damn Tall boy, snapback on both of their heads

they kind of looked like a couple lmfao OR TWINS

you were hesitant whether you should go and greet him but there was no actual reason that could pull you back

since your roommate literally found someone from her sociology 101 lecture and literally vanished from the surface of earth

Leaving you alone, with a horrible mix of vodka and some other shit you would’ve spit out if only there weren’t too many people

so yeah, there wasn’t any other choice you could’ve made, outside of leaving way too early

that’s how you ended up in the conversation with mark (and, later on you found out, johnny, who wasn’t actually that big of a douchebag your roommate had explained)

it was nice honestly, you got a chance to expose some Drama from high school, you got to talk about your arch nemesis (who attends the same college as you) and some other, unimportant stuff

but they were soooo interested it made you feel??Idk special or something

it really isn’t that frequent that you can shittalk and someone wouldn’t shut you up

and that is why you got back to mark every time–he listened. not only the funny bits of your life, he listened to everything you had to say: your life, school and problems with coursework (he even offered to help), and yeah..

lovelife as well.

you got together with someone from the same major as you–jaehyun.

he was funny, and charming, absolutely adorable and such a great lover??? And then… and then yeah

shit happened, like it always does and you were officialy Heartbroken

you couldn’t really handle it, even though it wasn’t your first time

(in high school, you dated one of the jocks and then got surprised he cheated on you like Dude those are infamous player lmfao…)

so the first person you went to was

your roommate! But she was busy as hell with assignments and exams so she kind of.. I mean she tried to help, but half of her attention was on you, and the other half glued to the monitor of her computer, reading stuff for her research paper

so you went to the second choice of yours–mark lee. but you didn’t mention that fact to him.. it would’ve hurted his heart deeply

you two went to the movies after you raged a little, cried a little into his shoulder and begged him to punch jaehyun in the face

he figured you should focus on something fun, instead of the self deprecating shit you’ve been on lately

and he was Absolutely Fully (ahah!) Truly right

you bought a ticket to the first movie you two saw, not even paying attention what it actually was

(it was a damn horror movie which was So Fucking scary you BOTH were left trembling from fear… pus-)

he used this fact for his own good… he invited you over… to his dorm… since his roommate went home for the weekend…

and the funniest thing is that you agreed, hurriedly messaging your friend, telling her not to wait for you, then ignoring ALL of her furiously typed down responses and calls even

she needed to focus ANYWAYS

so that’s how you ended up in mark’s dorm room… Yeah, yeah yeah

some might say it’s pathetic, some might say you’re dumb as Hell but what could you doooooo

he was looking at you with that extra adorable puppy look on his face… how could you resist

there was no way you could say no, it would’ve been heartless ????????

and you know what would’ve been even MORE heartless?????? Not giving a kiss on his beautiful lips that were literally SCREAMING for yours

It may or may not have been a bad choice but you couldn’t care less… suddenly you felt at ease, kissing him vigorously over and over again

soft hair between your fingers, his breath on your lips and sparkling eyes looking at you

maybe… maybe he was more?? Than a friend

(your roommate was about to slap you right then and there when you told her about the story though…)

[little-mouse-gardens]

A party for the goblin king

Yan fae king future Donnie x reader

Here is a little blurb I wrote based on my yandere fae king turtles au. Just a little idea that popped up in my mind while I was was listening to *cough* crane wives song curses *cough* and I couldn’t resist the urge to let my brain-rot run wild.

Tagging @lexiechr, @souperwrites, @radicallxser and @saltydoesstuff for feeding into my brainrot for these silly fellas >:3

Note : Let me know if there’s any spelling errors (autocorrect currently hates me for some reason)

Tw : Mentions of violence, alcohol, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (I do not condone this behavior in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only), slightly suggestive???

Nothing about this place felt safe to you.

Nothing at all.

The warmth of the fire pit and torches. The glow of lanterns around the courtyard filled with so many types of goblin like fae running around partying and celebrating.

The savory scents of roasted meats and vegetables or the sugary scents of pastries of all kinds wafting into the air

Sounds of joyful music, laughter and the occasional cheering or rather yelling over the games being hosted down below from where you were seated.

All of it should have made you feel warm, safe or welcome.

However it was anything but welcoming to you. Considering you were currently seated in the lap of the being who’d been tormenting your cottage and kidnapped you the second those protective seals had been broken.

The horror of getting dragged into the woods over his shoulder from the safety of your home still angers you even in this moment.

Memories of pushing against him as he whispered sweet promises of an eternity of love and laughter by his side still echoed in your mind.

Absentmindedly messing with the hem of the soft silk robes he’d clothed you in and occasionally messing with the necklace of amethyst beads he’d claimed to have hand carved and strung himself while you angrily contemplated your circumstances.

What you wouldn’t give to be away from him and this nightmare you’d fallen into by chance. Just one smack to his smug face would quell that rage burning inside you.

Speaking of your captor, Donatello seemed to pick up on this change in your mood. His eyes moving away from the party to look at his beloved resting against him. Every fiber of his been fighting the urge to just start peppering kisses all across your body.

Slowly, he shifted you around in his hold so you were sitting sideways. His hand gently coming up to cup your chin and tilt your head to face him.

“something the matter, dearest?” He asked, his tridactyl hands slowly tracing patterns and shapes across your back and shoulders. The goblet of wine he’d been sipping and the letters of congratulations from his goblin subjects to him and his new spouse settled to the side on a table, “you seem distant? Is the music not to your liking? I did made sure the musicians learned your favorite songs”

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at the soft shelled terrapins smug tone. Shifting around uncomfortably in his hold to try and have some semblance of space between you and him.

“No, everything’s fine” you replied as casually as possible, turning your head away so you didn’t have to lock eyes with him. though a hint of your nervousness crept through that facade you held, “I’m just a little tired is all. This party’s been going on for what? Like three hours now?”

Donnie let out a deep chuckle at your reply. Your efforts to distance yourself from him and the twinge of anxiety creeping into your voice not going unnoticed by his keen senses.

Shifting you around again in his embrace so you were facing him, he reached a hand up to mess with the flowers neatly styled into your hair.

“Now, my darling” he crooned, slowly twirling a strand of your hair in his hand. The action combined with that low purr in his voice making warmth rise to your cheeks. A thought in the back of your mind screaming to run yet your body would not move an inch.

That smug smirk of his seemed to compliment that soft loving yet possessive look in those dark eyes that. Eyes that practically stared into your soul everytime they looked at you as he gazed at you. His free hand making sure you were securely seated across his lap, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, “try to enjoy the evening, Hmmm? After all I spent a very, very, very, that’s three verys, long time planning for this celebration of our love. Your allowed to relax you know”

Before you could even ask how on earth you were supposed to enjoy this when he kidnapped you and put you through hell, he leaned in and pressed a tender yet passionate kiss to your lips.

His beak cold against your skin as you sat there wide eyed and frozen in surprise. A soft smile gracing his face as he felt your muscles relax slightly. Feeling his hands come up and rest on the back of your head when he pulled you closer to him. Basking in the softness of your lips and the scent of flowers still clinging to your skin from the bath.

Eventually, he pulled away to let you breathe. A small yelp of surprise escaping you when he teasingly nipped at your bottom lip, eliciting a breathy chuckle from him.

Resting his elbow on the arm rest of his throne and propping his head up with his hand. A look of pure adoration in his eyes that both frightened you and made your heart flutter ever so slightly.

“I love you, my dear” he murmured, his voice soft and eyes half lidded. tracing a heart across your neck with his free hand. his guilded claws brushing against your skin that you couldn’t tell if it was meant to be affectionate or a subtle reminder that you’d belong to him.

“so, so much” he murmured, his arm coming to wrap around your waist to press your frame against his plastron. The party becoming more of a blur as you quietly rested in his embrace. Peppering kisses across your head as you fought back the urge to push against him.

Looking back on it?

Maybe you should have just cut your losses and moved when you and the chance.

Now you dance and shed your tears in the loving but possessive arms of the goblin king.

[cutedice]

Luffy, Usopp + Buggy w/ an so (gn) who is SO INCREDIBLY SILLY

Like the so is basically a jester. a little fella. just mindless entertaining fun 24/7 with this guy.

((Anon. You are my new favorite anon ever.))

When the S/O is Silly!

Characters: Luffy, Usopp, Buggy Warnings: None, fluff.

Everything is GN!

LUFFY

- He's all for the goofy behavior.

- Seriously, if you can make him smile he's 100% already vibing with you and you make him smile constantly.

- He's always ready to play with you or just listen to you tell jokes.

- People already compare him to the sun, and he never really understood that until he met you.

- He also 100% has a prank war going with you. It's endearing at first but now it's an actual war and the other Strawhats have been picking sides.

- So far you're winning, much to his annoyance. But, he can't pout for too long when he hears your laugh and looks over to be met with such a warm expression on your face.

- If you want an easy way to get to him when he is in a mood, physical comedy gets him a lot. He's a sucker for slapstick. Slip on a banana peel for the man.

- He'll always make sure you aren't hurt afterwards, so no worries! He just... has to stop laughing first.

- You can pout at him all you want after, but it won't do much.

- "C'mon, (Y/N)! You just- and- and the noise you made--" and he's hunched right back over losing his mind.

- Come on, how could you stay mad at him? Well, you can't! Because he finds it so funny, he tries to replicate it so you can see what he saw.

- Ends with you both lying on the deck, cheeks red and heads fuzzy from the lack of air, but genuinely enjoying each others company so much.

- Luffy wouldn't trade the feeling for the world.

USOPP

- Let's be real, he appreciates comedy. And, while he loves childish jokes and acts he also enjoys most other forms (except Robin's).

- But he loves yours!

- He makes a lot of self deprecating jokes at himself, it's his fall back and, while he doesn't do it enough to be concerning, he also doesn't hold back.

- But, none of those jokes last long when you're around!

- Cheesy pickup lines always get him to laugh. Sometimes you might get a blush or a bashful turn-away, but he's always laughing and fighting back chuckles.

- He loves hearing you add onto his tall tales. Commit to this man's bits!! He will love you!

- Get's even more entertaining if you act it out with impressions, play it up with him! Be nerds! Drama kids!

- You can't play any acting game together because you just wind up laughing too much to participate.

- One of his secret favorite things you do to make him laugh is when you sit in his little corner with him and purposely put something together wrong.

- "Y/N, pfft, I- I asked you to make a cube! How- how'd you make a triangle? Where- where's the other piece?"

- This situation is a win all around because it makes him laugh, he gets an ego boost in helping you, and if you really don't know how to build stuff or don't want to then he'll never know!

BUGGY

- As a clown himself, Buggy has been known to appreciate the finer forms of comedy.

- So, needless to say if you throw a pie at someone you're already a star in his book.

- Okay, he might be a little more mature than that and the pie might have to be well timed, but a well time pie throw is still a win! Really, if your timing is pretty good you'll land most jokes with him.

- Not to say everything needs to be timed. Sometimes silly things just happen with him.

- He's a walking shenanigans magnet and if you can double down on that and make it a positive thing for him he'll adore you.

- Plus, you so graciously taking the butt of the captain's jokes and pranks has the rest of his crew and Alvida praising you (mostly due to their mild annoyances to them).

- Buggy does pull pranks by the way. Constantly. But, he always, without fail, get's flustered when you catch him trying to set one up or mid-lie.

- Full body, red faced, you swear you can hear steam coming out of his ears. But, he always ends up laughing with you afterwards. It's funny once he looks back on the scene after a few minutes of denial and he can admit that much at least.

- And, you never laugh at him. Well, not in a bad way. He gets defensive, he's got a sensitive ego and he's greedy; but you only see him as... well, your fun partner in crime!

- That's right. If you've got the confidence to go head-to-head with him then you're officially his partner in crime! You don't really get a choice in this, he'll drag you along with his plans.

- Of course, he takes all the credit for any joke he might pull on the crews. He doesn't want you to get in trouble. Plus, he gets mild entertainment watching them treat you like your innocent.

- It's like having a spy on the inside as you come back to him with everyone's plans and schedules, and you two have a late night planning session.

- "So, if Alvida and Mohji are on the island that leaves--" he turns to face you for some help only to see you mid air plane throw at his head.

- You maintain eye contact for a moment before he grins and suddenly a hand is on your side, tickling you into surrender. "Hah! Try and best me again I dare you!"

[treeba-rk]

a small collection of shit the tumblr treebark community has tagged about cc!renchanting. Everyone feel free to contribute, many of these are pretty recent (from the infinite pining era), not from old posts!

#omg just call him hes not your ex   #i think about this so much. bro really was just like man that guy was weird. i think i’m in lo— #also this was very heterosexual of martyn. #relationship goals (they are not dating) #I hate them so much I fucking hate them #MARTYN WHEN I CATCH YOU MARTYN #can martyn like get a job #is this real?? #never a boring day following martyn on Tumblr #once again im reblogging the gayest ass mcyt fanart from none other than martyn in the little wood #martyn this is a really gay post to reblog /silly #its the single pathetic bisexual dogboy swag # everyone say thank youse to false #theyre having gay sex in that box. ok! #this is why joel betrayed dogwarts right at the start #fellas is it gay to do Whatever this is #treebark in the eyes of those around them is apparently horrifying #the server has chemicals in the water that turns the fucking ccs gay for Ren diggity Dog #Jesus christ #martyn intheliitlewood what are you doing in my falafal #I almost went full crazy insane treebark fangirl in the tags until I saw martyn inthelittlewood official reblogged it #SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA ENTER YOUR SLUT ERA AND THAT IS FINE TOO #fuckin slay martyn go kiss men Now we just pray he doesn't find the smut artists and find out people assume he's a bottom #he broke into our house and won’t leave :( turns out he’s the one who built the house? i think that’s why we let him stay #‘classic treebark bait’ MY ASS #martyn that shit is straight out of a fanfic #i think martyn can lurk in treebark tag if he wants #martyn once again outing himself as a renboy #shoutout to cherri for the renchanting propaganda god bless #WTF REN YOU CANT DO THIS TO US #they make me homophobic #mans woke up in a cold sweat checked his tumblr askbox wrote That and then fucked off for the rest of the day like nothing happened #the m in martyn stands for manic pixie dream girl #people be normal in the tags challenge: failed #why is martyn writing fanfiction and putting it on my dash at 3 am? #Top 10 Signs You Should Dm Him:#Number 1: you're writing fanfiction in tumblr ask box answers

this is an incredible collection and i am flabbergasted by how you keep track of this. treebarkblr is hilarious

<3 <3 <3

[katiekatdragon27]

Thanks for 100 followers, take these as a gift :) My silly goofies.

First, aircorn being cute lol. Airy is strong, it's a given he's made of metal. Popcorn by physicality should be weaker, but she's not of this world sooooo f logic. Also, gurl be careful cuz if you drop him it's so over.

Ugly ass gijinkas.

Some old interview things I made a bit ago. Basically, me summing up what they see in each other and someone (probably Liam maybe) explaining why it's a poor choice in a partner. (Liam don't know the Popcorn lore yet >:) ).

There's gonna be Popcorn lore and more doodles below the cut.

[TW for creepy eyes ig???]:

For those who don't know, this is based on that one post about brown and blue eyes. It fit them perfectly, so here's a shitpost about it.

Also yeah, when I was developing my Popcorn lore, I knew she was gonna have scuffed eyes, but I wasn't sure what (I considered the current ones at first but I wasn't sure.) Then I saw some posts of him having Algebralien eyes and I thought "what if I made it scary?" Hence this.

Here's more bullet points about Popcorn to think about (I think I wrote too much oof):

She's not an object. She just feels most comfortable in the body she has right now (he's had some serious dysphoria in the past).

Although she has no real "sex", he goes by she/he.

She does not have a "real" name either. She just goes by whatever object (or other creature) she happens to be.

She is a shapeshifter, but it has limitations. Violent limitations. Her current body? He killed an empty bucket of popcorn and is basically wearing his skin. All her other morphs (including the non-object ones)? Killed them too. Her plethora of voice imitations? DNA takings, usually through violence.

She stole the 3D glasses from a store during her first week on Earth.

She has two very different personalities when he has the 3D glasses on and off.

When the glasses are on? Silly goofy. A ball of chaotic sunshine with little to no consideration for her or others' wellbeing.

When the glasses are off? She is incredibly angry and full of anxiety. He is incredibly violent and super unapproachable for the most part. Only a very small amount of people can see him with her glasses off and be okay. *cough cough* Airy *cough cough*

The only thing that remains consistent about all their morphs are the eyes.

Speaking of eyes, she's scared of eye contact because she loses control of her body when staring at someone. It's like a conscious form of sleep paralysis. She can only control her body when staring at someone if they're scared of her and actively trying to flee.

Also, since Airy really likes her eyes, they stare at each other a ton (even if Popcorn is sometimes uncomfortable). Airy gets good at reading Popcorn's eyes after a couple of times of that and learns when to look away for her sake. Airy probably stared at her for 10 minutes the first time he saw Popcorn's eyes and made her not want to look at him for a while after that.

If any of these intrigues any of you, feel free to adopt these headcanons into your own. I'm open about that 👍

Have a nice day fellas :)

[yanderecandystore]

Angst ᐛ. So imagine y/n is fully aware of what the beldam is about. I'm talking from the very begining but kept coming back since they felt so alone. And at some point y/n just walks in, plots their head in the beldam's chest, tearing up after a particularly bad day and is just like. "You know, I know what youre gonna ask... About the buttons. I know its just a way to eat me. But to be honest just hearing yoinsay 'i care about you' is making me consider the offer. Pathetic right?" Would the beldam make it a quick kill or would he not want to eat them anymore? Of course if you dont feel comfortable writing this thats fine too.

The reason why I always take too long to write anything about Male Beldam/Belsire, is because I always fear making something that people won't like especially since it's my most liked story-

But after rereading the story I realized it really isn't all that good X'D I feel like it could have been a lot better if I had put more time into it.

I'm sorry for taking so long to write this, but I really don't want to leave you guys hanging especially since I do really like the idea of a "twisted" ending sort of thing. Thank you for requesting this!

It's very short, but I hope I can talk more about it because I do wonder how Y/n will deal with this new life.

TW/Tags: Mentions of: Gore; death // Arachnophobia Warning // Scotomaphobia Warning (Reader is now blind) // Manipulation // Human flesh consumption (not from the Reader) // this is very short sorry // not proofread lmao (headaches) // Reader is very unresponsive to the things that happen around them.

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A peek at the keyhole [Yandere!Belsire x GN!Reader - A short Oneshot]

It was during dinner that you decided to seal the deal, he was acting strange… He was starving and you were sure of it. Which was funny because you never saw him eat, now that you think about it.

He doesn't understand where you got that knowledge of how he behaves or of what he consumes- Maybe it was just a lucky guess based on his desperate need to keep you "unaware", always giving a poorly disguised lie about himself.

Who was he? What was he? What did he want? He was your best friend, silly. He was your other friend, and all he wanted was to be with you.

Lies, lies, half truths. He was simply too shady for his own benefit, too obvious for his own good.

Or perhaps he really liked this back and forth between you two, after all- What proof did you have of anything? You couldn't trust his words, yes, but what else did you have to go with?

Just that sinking feeling in your stomach whenever he was near you, whenever he tapped his fingers impatiently because you were just oh so curious about him!

It was adorable, really. Infuriatingly adorable.

Because it didn't matter how much you knew about him, or his "real intentions" with you- You always came back for more. His words of reassurance coated with thick honey and distributed with a soft, calm tone of voice that was just as patronizing as it was endearing.

Treating you like royalty every time you came around and yet always keeping you at arm's length when it came to learning more about him, but did any of that even matter?

You were being taken care of, wasn't that enough? You had friends with you, an adoring handsome fella that wasn't shy at all about treating you more than a friend, if you wanted him to. There was clear favoritism and although common sense would have told you it was a massive red flag, you couldn't deny it was quite refreshing to be regarded with so much love.

The fun will never end, he said. It could go for as long as you wanted, forever even if you agreed to stay with just a little, tiny condition.

He didn't have to explain it in detail for you to instantly agree with him, you cling to him already aware of what your fate would be. A bad day was all he needed for you to accept it in a heartbeat? He could have done this a lot sooner than.

It was just you and him, standing in the kitchen as you hugged him, burying yourself in both a need for contact but also out of embarrassment- Shame of throwing yourself away to the unknown without second thought.

It took him by surprise at first, although not ideal he still met his goal sooner than he expected- Only a couple of nights spent with him and his creations, with only a few fabulous events in between.

Of course he couldn't go TOO wild with his attractions, after all you didn't need a spectacular show to be lured in, you just wanted to be heard and included.

" … Oh dear… Pathetic? Why? There's no reason to feel this way, you made the right choice… "

He wanted to still reassure you of your actions, but it was hard hiding the eagerness in his voice.

He held you tightly, cooing you gently despite your unisseanes and uncertainty.

It was mostly so you wouldn't see the illusion breaking, so you wouldn't hear the sounds of your other friends turning into dust… He simply couldn't keep them for much longer, and now he didn't need to.

It's a shame they couldn't warn you of your mistake sooner, it's a shame that everything he creates reflects his adoration to the people he lures in. If only they could warn you to not let him do this, that it wasn't really worth it.

" Come… It'll be quick, don't worry. " He led you with his hands, which were feeling colder by the minute, sharper than before. Thinner than before.

The lights of the house were starting to lower if not fully turn off behind you as you only focused on following him to his little workshop. You felt the stairs lose their solidity after lifting your feet, each step turning from wood to web quickly.

You were actively following him to your doom, you knew that, and as much as you wanted to you couldn't run away now.

He opened the door to the attic, the only thing that seemed intact in this empty and dark place- It was as if the house was starting to disappear the higher he went, and as you followed him there was no need to keep the rest of the house.

He was trying to be economical here, too many things to keep magically attached and realistic all the time- With no break for lunch.

The attic was the only thing that seemed actually real for you, stepping inside you felt the old floor creek. It was old, moldy, but somehow always well kept, as it was one of the only real things in this void he took care of.

It was his favorite place in the house.

" You can go sit on that chair over there, but if you would like to choose I have a great variety of colors and types for you to pick. " The voice that held warmth and youth to it was also disappearing and being replaced with a dry throat, a rougher tone and a lack of discernible emotion behind it.

You could only tell there was impatience by the constant tapping of his fingernails on his board as he showed you all the possible options.

Classic black like his? Baby blue? Chartreuse?? His constant tapping made you feel like a ticking clock taunting you to pick a color already-

You just pointed to the one color you liked most, hey, who wouldn't want to have their favorite color as their eye color? Although, it wasn't really eyes. Just buttons.

He hummed while giving you a soft smile.

" I'm glad you made a choice for me, I would have been too indecisive. Ah, but they're perfect for you..! You're going to make me so jealous, doll.." It was a joke, or maybe a compliment. It was hard to tell if his monotonous voice was out due to boredom, anger or was his voice like this in general.

Well, he didn't seem mad?? It was hard to understand him and to be honest you were getting very nervous. You sat down in the tall chair, its pastel colors did little to nothing to calm you down. Was this really a good idea?

" Are you ready?... It'll be quick I promise… Although… "

He grabbed your face, trying to be gentle as he inspected your panicking eyes.

You didn't understand what was going inside his head, you couldn't tell what he was planning to do and you weren't sure if his touch was starting to freak you out or sooth you.

" … It'll be fine. I'll make sure of it." He sighed before kissing your forehead, so you wouldn't forget he cared about you.

It was agonizing.

You don't know for how long you stayed out, but you remember your brain blacking out after he sewed the first one in.

You're not sure how you even survived through him stabbing your eyes with a needle- Hell, were you even alive at all?! You couldn't see anything, so either he successfully closed your eyes or you were dead.

No, you probably weren't dead yet, your headache just as bad as your entire face- Raising your hand slowly to touch your face you could feel your eyes covered by thick cloth, it was slightly wet.

Slightly touching and pushing like that caused you to feel immense pain, you immediately stopped- It was still fresh so of course it would hurt like hell.

You were sure that you felt the shape of the buttons underneath the cloth, however.

Your ears buzzed as you tried to regain some of your strength, as you tried to get out from your torture chair you forgot how tall it was- Missing a step and crashing down to the old attic floor with no one to help you.

Falling sure felt like falling! The floor sure felt like a crusty old floor! Yep, you weren't dead.

Your head was aching so badly you weren't sure if what you heard was real or not, but you were sure you heard some commotion coming from downstairs.

It was loud enough to muffle your little accident.

The voices below were followed by painful screaming that lasted for a few minutes after complete silence. A chilling sensation settled in as you started to wonder if the screams you heard felt familiar to you in any way.

You carefully started to get up, slowly you started to consider if you should go back to the tall chair or just make a run for it- But to where? You couldn't see anything!!

You considered taking the cloth off- But you didn't want to feel the pain that came from it. You needed to let it heal after all. Though, you doubted that you would be able to see anything with freaking BUTTONS in your eyes!!

Was it too late to regret your decision? It seemed like it.

You walked around trying to feel your way, where was the door again? You were sure you were on the right track… Your hand went from old wood to a nice clean carpet- Wait- Wasn't the house entirely destroyed? Shouldn't it be a spider web here?

Or, well, everywhere?

The fur of the carpet fooled you as you felt your hand squeeze something very soft that squeaked and scurried away from you. A rat.

" I'm sorry!- " You whispered to him, but he didn't appreciate your attempt at escaping, he squealed as he ran down stairs alerting his owner that you were awake.

Well, shit.

You would have screamed if you were able to see the heavy thing that came up the stairs in such a hurry, it didn't help that although you couldn't see him, the sound of metal hitting the walls and the floor made you highly concerned.

What the fuck was that-

" You shouldn't have left the room without telling me. " The same monotonous voice, although he didn't sound so exhausted like he did before- Not as hungry, you assumed.

" Come, let me help you. " You could hear him approach, as if he was wearing high heels it was hard to not hear him coming closer.

And you couldn't help but feel like distancing yourself further, his boney fingers didn't help you feel any more relaxed- They were sharp and cold, it felt like pure needles taking your hand and pulling you up.

" You need to rest for a little longer, doll. But you can't heal with an empty stomach right? " He guided you with his hand, you felt sick at the mention of food.

He helped you get down the stairs by holding you bride style, and you almost cried at the sensation of his hard and cold skin, you trembled at how those same needles would gently squeeze your skin-

One wrong move and they would tear your skin apart.

He helped you sit in a chair, you assumed you were at the kitchen's table by now.

Was this your end…? Was he really going to do this now??

…. No. He was just cooking something, presumably for you. It smelled of omelets and orange juice, it was simple but it was a very nice scent.

This kitchen reeked of blood, however. Instinctively you took your hands to cover your nose, and probably your mouth as well since you weren't sure if shouting would be a good idea right now. He hates loud noises.

" Don't worry about it, it was just a pesky guest who didn't take no for an answer! I'm sorry for the mess. I'll clean it up after you eat. " A more upbeat and sweet voice, the same one you were more accustomed with. Reassurance and comfort all tied with a smile you were more familiar with.

Approaching you with a plate in hand, and a juice glass in the other.

" Don't worry, I didn't put any of the nasty stuff for you. Just eggs and lots of love. The spoiled food is for me. " He kissed you on the cheek, it felt like being touched by porcelain.

He handed you the fork, but you weren't sure if you wanted to find out if he kept his word or not.

He killed someone here, didn't he? Those noises you heard when you were up in the attic plus the smell of iron coating every inch of this kitchen sure weren't just coincidence. He… He wouldn't force you to eat someone, would he?

Who was it?... Who was it..?!

Was he referring to the person as "spoiled food"?

" Doll. I told you to not worry. There's no meat on your plate, I'm a bit selfish when it comes to sharing food. I'm sorry but there's nothing left of them for you, if I knew you wanted to try I wouldn't have been so careless- "

" N-No, it's… It's fine! I'm just… I can't really see anything…" You tried to not sound as terrified of him as you were, heaven knows you shouldn't feed any monster your own fear, it's what they live on.

" …. Aw… You're blind, I'm so sorry! I forgot about that. " He started to laugh as he slapped his forehead about forgetting something so crucial, silly him!

You weren't sure if he was being honest about forgetting that, but you sure as hell knew by the way he snatched the fork from your hand and how he seemed to drag his chair closer to you that he was probably very excited to do this.

" Say, ah~! " You knew he was having fun when he pinched your cheek to make you open your mouth.

Well, yep, those were just eggs. I mean it was a very tasty omelet but that was it, the orange juice didn't taste any different. Probably a little too sweet, but that's it.

It was probably due to the pain you were feeling in the front of your entire face that made you very much NOT interested in eating, or maybe it was the dripping sound and the smell of blood. The thought that somehow you were sitting possibly next to a murder scene, and/or a body, and the murderer was feeding you, made you very unease.

" Try to not think too much about it, it's just the way things will be for now… Isn't it so much better this way too? We will be able to spend so much time together and I just need you to stay in the attic whenever we have "guests" over. Do you understand me? "

" With just a little bit of magic I'm about to make the house more comfortable for you, to cook you meals endlessly and I can even make you a few more outfits. I'll be sure to make the house more appropriate for a human like you. "

He petted your head after you finished the plate, kissing your forehead and letting the dishes in the sink.

" Now, let me help you get up, we'll need to give you a bath and put you in more comfortable clothes, and then we can lay down. I'm sure you're still very tired after our little surgery. "

He helped you get up and walked you towards the bathroom… You couldn't help but feel worried about what you were doing.

Wasn't this all you ever wanted? To be adored by someone who treats you so well? Didn't you feel glad you accepted his offer?

Were you a bad person for wanting this?

Well, you didn't want THIS as in- Him eating people- All you wanted was to be with him for longer…

Why did you feel really scared whenever he touched with the same gentleness but none of the softness his skin used to have? You knew running wouldn't be a good idea since you couldn't see anything, and you didn't know the layout of the house well enough to memorize where the little door was...

Right?

" You're so stiff, my love! Are you scared of walking around your own house? I promise I kept everything intact, it's my house as well you know… And besides I'll always be here to guide you while you still recover. " You felt him nuzzle his hand against your neck, cold, hard. You wondered how much he changed now that he didn't need to pretend to look a certain way for you.

Maybe it was best to not know.

" … You're so silent right now, it almost feels like I have been running my mouth for hours! I didn't know you were such a silent type. " He teased, while kissing the back of your neck gently.

It was probably your lack of spatial awareness, but he somehow seemed a lot taller- As if it took some effort to lower himself down just to kiss you.

" My head… it hurts so much.."

" Aw, I know, love, I know. It'll take a while for you to feel better but it'll be so worth it… I'll help you learn new things, like how to feel the vibrations in my web, it'll help you "see" better. Or how to read braille, or how to walk around the house carefully, or how to tell someone is planning on running away during a conversation. "

He poked the sides of your stomach, an action that was supposed to be just couple's teasing but was actually quite terrifying and painful considering how sharp his fingers were.

" You couldn't be any less obvious love. I'm sorry if I scared you, I couldn't resist. " And yet he didn't sound irritated or annoyed, it could be that he was just pretending to not care… But he sounded more amused than anything.

" I'm just teasing you, doll! Come on, don't look like that, I'm just in a good mood! You know I can't stay annoyed at you. Let's hurry up and get you cleaned, alright? "

As he carefully started to shove you inside the bathroom you wondered if he didn't mess with something in your head alongside your eyes.

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