#oh well I'll chew on this silly idea

[ask-team-donum]

Have a sleeby Scout and Phoebe doodle, lovelies <333

[critterbitter]

More asks under cut! Yippee!

@scarftale-bryan Trip for trio right? If so, I'm working on a comic for that ;0 But to help answer, I've head cannoned Elesa to originally be from Sinnoh. She and the twins didn't have the greatest first meeting, but, well, you see how they turn out later in the future so all that starts subpar ends pretty well. @bat-in-disguise NICE NAME. VERY WOOBAT THEMED. Second of all AYYYY this is where I resurrect the shambling corpse of this fandom. Please. I desperately want to have more on the train men. @mynamesaplant AH,,, YOU READ MY ONE SHOT,,, Okay look. Look. I love drawing comics as much as the next person. But if there's an interest towards fanfiction maybe I'll write a bit more... HMMM. HMMMMMMMM. (But anyways THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS! They keep the hearth cozy.) @dracally3 Don't worry about the rambles! If you wander through my ask box, you'd see I ramble. A lot. That out the way-- I'm sorry to hear about the drama! Man. I got into submas towards the tail end, which I'm a bit sad about (wish I got to interact with some of the bigger creators, but they moved on to other hyperfixations and I respect that). Drama's scary though, so maybe it's for the best I dodged the entire canonball. I'm glad my silly little characterizations of found family are healing! And I wish you the best too-- here's to happy futures ahead free of drama and full of shenanigans. @saffalilac AYYY Togekiss is so cool! I (heh) also only drew volo's togekiss once but the fact you're the second person to talk about how much you love them makes me chuckle. That in mind, here's a doodle.

@chime-of-bells Hello! I remember your ask about saying how much you liked togekiss in my style. Drew some togekisses and thought you'd like them too :) @impossiblynoisyrebel AYYYY I LOVE drawing the eel dog lamprey dragon thing. Just. A tube with teeth. And giant eyes. and lovely fins. And bioluminescence!! Who doesn't love that? @onimusha095 Look look your local floating nightlight has SOME manners. (But also, Ingo and Litwick do come to an agreement at somepoint on who the ghost type can actively chew on. Emmet's fine with it. Elesa, who has less experience with Litwick's everything, probably would not be less fine with it, and Ingo really doesn't want to loose a friend.)

@magicfeatherbean4 Hello I see you're back! (I'm fine with this. I like snail mail from folks hhehe.) That out the way-- oh yeah they're DEFINITELY getting into fisticuffs when the mood strikes. And uhh Emmet starting battles only for Ingo to finish them off? Mercilessly? Without pause? Yes. YES. I am EATING this headcannon rn. Shuffling this into the comic ideas as we speak.

[silverynight]

Underworld

<---Previous

Part XX

Izuku suddenly wishes there was a way to communicate with Ashido directly. He still is going to try to contact Iida and even though he talked to him in the Olympus and found out he's a very nice god, Izuku still feels like he's not in the position to ask him for a favor because Izuku is just a demigod.

But he has to do it because he wants to deliver gifts to the immortals who were nice to him while he was staying there.

He has made a natural chewing toy (three actually) for Dynamight; it'll repair itself so the cute hell hound can play with it as many times as he wants.

He has a lot of flowers and flower crowns for his friends and a very special necklace for Katsuki. That one doesn't have any flowers but leaves, orange ones because Izuku has always thought that's Katsuki's color.

It also has a very special type of thorn for protection; Izuku designed it himself and applied a little bit of his powers to make it harmless to the user.

By the time Iida answers to his call, Izuku is nervous and slightly blushing.

The messenger is nice; he's a powerful and very efficient god who's polite with everyone so Izuku is not flustered because of him.

He's nervous because he hasn't gotten over the crush he has for the king of the underworld.

And, if Izuku is being honest, part of him hasn't made a real effort to get rid of it because having a crush feels nice and warm; it's like endless spring inside his heart.

"That's it, Midoriya?"

Izuku has to blink a couple of times in order to focus on the god in front of him.

"Yes, just tell her I'd like to see her," he nods, smiling at Iida before handing him a flower.

"There's no need!" Iida assures him, moving his arm up and down repeatedly. "This is basically my duty. You don't have to give me anything in return!"

"But I want to because you're my friend now!" Izuku insists, beaming at him.

"Oh... okay. T-Thanks."

"You're welcome!"

***

Izuku doesn't expect her to respond the same day, much less to visit him herself just a couple of minutes later.

He gets startled when she appears on his field, but gets over it quickly and rushes towards his friend to hug her.

"I'm glad to see you again too," she chuckles, pulling him a little bit closer before taking a few steps back. "Everyone misses you."

"I miss them too," Izuku nods, beaming as he adds, quite excited: "Would you take me to the underworld to pay them a visit? It doesn't have to be today..."

"I'll take you now!" She grins back.

"Really? But I don't want to... I mean we can schedule so I don't interrupt–"

"Nonsense!" She cuts him off, taking his hand. "You're always welcome in the underworld! Anytime!"

"Okay. Let's go then."

There's a sensation of familiarity as soon as he opens his eyes and realizes he's back exactly where he met Ashido for the first time.

It's been a while and he'd be lying if he didn't admit he missed that place more than anything... or maybe it's not just the place.

For a moment it feels like home.

"Do you want to go to the castle?"

"Not right now," he blurts out, looking around excitedly. "I have a lot of flower crowns for the little kids! Let's find them!"

As he did back when he first stayed in the underworld, Izuku spends a lot of time finding kids and putting flower crowns upon their heads to cheer them up.

They start calling him Queen, like the other ones did. He's still not sure why children always mistake him for the Queen of the underworld.

"Maybe they sense that we need a Queen," Ashido mumbles after Izuku says that last bit out loud and he can't help but blush when his friend winks at him.

"But I'm not..." He stops suddenly; the painful idea of Katsuki looking for and eventually finding some pretty goddess to marry crosses his mind.

Izuku shakes his head. No, it's fine; Katsuki is his friend and he deserves to be happy, he should be happy for him as well.

He really needs to get rid of his silly crush on him.

"Are you alri–"

"Izuku?"

"Kacchan!" As soon as Izuku says his name, the god of the dead rushes towards him and takes him in his arms as if they hadn't seen each other in ages.

"I thought you hated this place..."

"I don't," Izuku pushes him gently so he can see his face. "I told you I wanted to go back!"

"You did, but–"

"I brought you a gift!" The demigod cuts him off because he doesn't like to see him sad. He knows his gift will cheer him up. "Look! I made this necklace for you. It won't hurt you and you can use it as protection against–"

Katsuki puts it on immediately. He looks from the gift to Izuku like it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

"Is this in response to the gift I brought you the other day?"

"Well, of course..."

Katsuki's face lights up. He looks really handsome when he's absolutely happy. He takes Izuku's face in his hands and presses their foreheads together, prompting Izuku to blush.

"I'll give you your second gift soon, Izuku."

Second? Why would he give him a second gift? Izuku is suddenly confused but he doesn't have time to ask about it because Katsuki pulls him closer again and makes them appear inside the castle.

"Dynamight has missed you a lot."

Just right after he says that a huge hell hound comes running down the stairs, wagging his tail. He must've picked up Izuku's scent as soon as he entered the castle.

"Oi, be careful!" Katsuki warns the dog.

"It's alright, Kacchan!" Izuku smiles right before Dynamight reaches him. No, he doesn't manage to push him to the ground because Izuku is way stronger than he looks.

He can help but chuckle as he tries to give all three heads the attention they deserve and as much pats as Dynamight wants.

After a while Izuku finally gives the dog the toy he made for him.

"Midoriya!"

Both Kirishima and Kaminari embrace him at the same time, prompting Izuku to grin.

"I've missed you guys..."

"Are you going to stay?" Kaminari asks, almost hopeful.

"I just came to pay you a visit."

"Alright, that's enough," Katsuki growls, before pushing Kirishima and Kaminari away from Izuku.

When he feels Katsuki's hand on his waist, Izuku is glad he doesn't have his own flower crown on him otherwise it would have given him away. His cheeks turn slightly pink though.

"Come on, Bakubro... don't be that possessive! Midoriya is our friend!"

"SHUT UP!"

Izuku can't help but chuckle as soon as he hears them arguing and notices Ashido rolling her eyes at them.

He had missed this. All of it. And he has the feeling that even though he knows he has to go back to the mortal realm soon, this time it'd be even more difficult to leave his friends.

***

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[yukkisagi]

ACT FOOL, ACT FOOL, ACT FOOL

in which nagi can't tell if you or the pocky stick in between you lip is more of a pain -fluff, not proofread heh, kinda ooc but whatever

it had a been a hot day and the last thing nagi wanted to do was play soccer - or anything for that matter, he could only dream of never needing to move again. as most of his classmates start filing out of the classroom, hes still sitting at his desk, hoping that reo doesn't show up anytime soon so he could enjoy the air conditioned classroom a little longer. just when he thought he was the only one left, he starts hearing snapping behind him, as if someone was breaking pencils one at time.

when he turns around, his eyes meet your figure, leaning back against your chair. one hand held your phone scrolling through tiktok and the other holding a snack, specifically a pocky stick.

as you're clearly in your own world, he finds himself disturbed by the way you eat your pocky, breaking the sticks into halves until it was too small to be broken instead of just chewing it down like most people. it's less efficient and is quite noisy. as he's navigating his initial distaste, a new thought enters his mind - if the pocky or your lips would be sweeter. the new debate sends his mind in whirl, using way to much of his brain power. he sighs and buries himself back into his arms, nose brushing the top of his desk as he's regretting the silly idea.

"oh! y/n! you're still here?"

both you and nagi dart your head at the familiar voice, both confused, nagi as to why reo is calling your name and not his, and you, unsure as to who could possibly be calling your name at this time.

"oh hi reo," you smiled back, pocky still in between your teeth. "i don't think i'll make it to the train station in this heat without mentally preparing myself."

"well, good thing you don't have to play soccer in this weather like this one," reo grins and he slams his arm around his best friend's shoulder. "are you ready my treasure?"

"still a wild concept" you snorted, and nagi doesn't miss snap that pocky makes when you bite into it again. "i can't believe you're still playing."

sure, nagi was talented, but he lacked drive, passion and any form of motivation. you question if he even finds it enjoyable, but at the same time, did any thing really give him joy?

the direct eye contact you make with him is brief. he sees the soft glint in your eyes, playful and inviting. he isn't someone who feels overwhelmed normally, but right now his chest slightly tightening at the locked gaze is definitely making him feel something. he can feel his own eyes reacting to yours, dilating at your amusement. before you can react, you're both quickly interrupted.

"just watch us!" reo grins with his other hand pumping into the air, cheeks squeezing against nagi's scrunched face. "the world cup is going to be ours!

reo has always been so head strong and as much it has always been something that you admired about, even if others though he was being absolutely ridiculous, it only confuses you more as to why he picked nagi.

you only chuckle as you break another pocky, making nagi wiggle his nose in confused irritation. why did it bother him so much? was it the way you basically caught the piece with only your tongue? maybe it was the way your lips pursed so neatly around it? or was it just the cracking sound it made?

"yea yea," you nonchalantly add, "looking forward to my all expense paid trip to the future world cup!"

and as you wave the pocky in their faces with the biggest brightest smile on your face, nagi swears he sees the same light that shines on his little cactus choki every morning. he can't help but stare.

but his lingering eyes go unnoticed as reo walks towards the door, taking a quick stop by your desk. he fishes for a few pocky sticks, thanking you for the preworkout treat.

"nagi! let's go before the team gets mad, but i guess no one gets mad at the star players huh?"

he shoves his bag over his shoulder, not caring about reo's constant gnawing of the sticks, even if he was eating it the "correct way."

as he's walking past you, he's unconsciously watching your lips again, the pocky being so distracting. your eyes shift between his and the pouch of sweets in your hand. puzzled, he pauses in front of you, wordlessly questioning your intentions with a tilt of his head.

"did you want a preworkout snack too?" you ask, pulling out a stick for him. your eyes lock again, as if your orbs somehow trapped him in is place.

"sure," he's always been frank with his words. with his hands comfortably shoved in his pockets, he tilts his flexible body sideways, eyelashes fluttering right in front of yours as he bites off the half piece of pocky stick right from your fingers. your ears ring with only the sound of your heart beat and the very clean and clear snap of the pocky.

your jaw can't help but drop a little, staring blankly as if he had just ripped the bag from your hands and threw the leftover sticks in your face. you can't tell if your in shock because of the proximity of his face or if your upset he took the best part of the pocky, leaving you with just the plain, non-chocolate coated cracker. but before you can even say anything, his back is already facing away from, meeting reo at the door.

"thanks." he doesn't fully face you, opting for a a slight look over his shoulder, only seeing the small glint in his eyes as he shifts his perfectly functioning hands onto the back of his neck. "see you later."

and as he and reo finally exit the room, all you could hear was your tiktok, unpaused and stuck on the same sound as you hide your flushed face in your fingers.

act fool, act fool, act fool.

bonus:

as reo is dragging him away, nagi cannot understand why he is still annoyed. he got the tempting snack and is nibbling it down the correct and most efficient way. he wonders if taking the stick directly from your soft lips instead of your hands would've satisfied his cravings instead.

[mynameis-noe-body]

A story where Hopper is jealous would be so amazing and🥵

Oh my dear — my first request! Thank you so much anon, I hope you'll love this. 🖤

"Nothing to say, hm?"

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

No one was supposed to know about your relationship. You were too young — even though you had already been of age for several years, and perfectly aware of all your deepest desires — and he was too old, even though you had never seen a gray hair or a wrinkle on his face. Jim was… Jesus, he was damn sexy. His imposing presence, his strong body, his deep gaze. You wanted to feel his hands on you at all times. But obviously, he prevented you with all his moral hesitations. But then, with an excuse, he would find a way to get you in his car — to give you a ride home after doing the shopping, or to take you to your parents' house, or simply to visit you after taking El to Max — and he would fuck you hard in the backseat, having you sitting on him and holding you against his chest until you couldn't breathe, smelling only the scent of his masculine aftershave and his bitter cigarettes. You would never have escaped from those hands, wrapped around your hips or around your neck.

But then again, he told you he loved you and still didn't want go public. It was frustrating. Also because this allowed others to be too flattering towards you.

You had picked out a couple of movies at the video store, two silly romantic comedies to watch on lonely evenings, home alone. You didn't expect to meet Billy Hargrove when you left the store. You had to admit that his blue eyes were enchanting, that boy was truly beautiful. Too bad about his bad attitude, you thought. You grinned tensely, a small, circumstantial half-smile that you hoped you could escape with — but no, of course, he had to insist. Rolling your eyes, in your heart you knew you were giving him the freedom to come closer. After all, it was nice to get a little attention when the man you loved denied it, right? It wasn't the first time Billy had shown some interest.

He took a step closer… you were now between his chest and the door of the shop. Hargrove smiled fully satisfied. "Well, well. Look what I found."

You shook your head, failing as you tried to hide a vaguely embarrassed, but also amused laugh. “My God, will you ever give up?”

“Of course” he whispered, leaning closer to your ear. "Come home with me tonight. I swear I'll stop chasing you then, little bunny."

Bunny? Bah. "Oh, William. You are such a child... and I am no toy. I gotta go home now, if you will —"

But he placed his hand on your hip, you felt his fingers caressing your back and a shiver ran over your skin. No. Only Jim could touch you like that. He insisted on taking you home, you told him again that no, it wasn't a good idea. You would have even pushed him if someone hadn't abruptly moved him away from you.

The Chief had a terrible look. He told Billy to move away, since you didn't want any of his attention. The boy withdrew... and you prepared yourself for yet another fight.

Jim opened the car door for you, but he secretly wanted to lift you onto his shoulders and throw you in the car, strapping you tightly to the passenger seat to keep you seated next to him. Christ, he couldn't leave you alone for half a day when the vultures were already swooping on you. Hungry pigs. At first, he said nothing. He drove in silence along the highway, toward his cabin in the woods, gripping the cigarette so tightly in his left hand that he crushed the white filter like a chewing gum, until it was so thin he could barely smoke. All his muscles were damn tense.

Then, finally, he growled. "Nothing to say, hm?"

His voice was filled with anger. You, however, huffed. "No, Jim. I have nothing to say."

Continuing to the woods, he abruptly parked the car. "Fucking nothing. Good. Very good."

Shaking your head and clutching your bag in your hand, you climbed out of your seat. "Now you play jealous? You're ridiculous" you hissed, before slamming the door.

Jim could have caught fire with anger. His eyes remained fixed on your figure, gripping the steering wheel with the irrepressible desire to detach it with his bare hands. But he looked at you hurring up the stairs to the cabin, and chased after you. "Hey. HEY!"

You didn't even turn around.

"Fucking — what the fuck do you expect, hm? Hargrove's being an asshole and I'm supposed to watch, right?"

You tossed your bag onto the couch. "Yes, Billy is a dick, but at least he doesn't pretend not to notice my existence, in public!"

Jim laughed. But it was a bitter, resentful laugh. "Ah, so you two go by first names now!"

“Fuck you, Jim!” you screamed. You couldn't stand any more of his madness. "You wanna know why Billy flirts with me? Because he doesn't know that I'm yours, nobody knows that I'm yours, because you won't let me tell anyone how fucking in love with you I am!"

A heavy silence fell on the room. Jim's eyes, so fiery, calmed down gently. His hard face turned a different color, lighter and clearer, at your declaration. Your eyes covered in a veil of crystalline tears broke his heart. He took off his hat, placed it on the chair, took off his shoes and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Then, he took your face in the large, rough palms of his hands, wiped away your tears with his thumbs. “I'm sorry” he whispered, kissing your forehead, then the tip of your nose, making you smile. "You're beautiful, and I'm an asshole. But I still love you."

He kissed you. His mouth barely touched yours, a small seductive kiss before opening his lips on yours and deepening it, seeking your soft tongue with his. He tasted like burnt tobacco and beer — and it was damn delicious. His kiss was voracious, impossible to escape. And you just wanted to abandon yourself to him, give yourself body and soul. Every other touch on your skin was canceled by the two hands that now wrapped around your body, caressing your back up to your buttocks, lifting your skirt, creasing your shirt and continuing on the bare skin of your belly until they found the delicate lace of your bra .

“You'll be the death of me, sweetie” he murmured into the soft skin of your neck, and you smiled, unbuttoning his shirt.

His immensely broad chest and large bod pressed against you, you wanted all of his body against yours. “How about we take this to bed?”

He nodded, kissing you again. He got you on his shoulders and took you to the bedroom.

There, you undressed. Naked, on the bed, sweaty in that warm night, pressed against each other, you just wanted to belong. Jim pulled you against his chest: one arm around your shoulders, his left hand on your breast to play with your swollen, sensitive nipple, the other had slipped in front of your groin, between your legs. His fingers were wet and he slid them from your hard clit to the soft, wet lips of your sex, so ready for him.

You were barely breathing, moaning, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin and massive chest against your back.

"That's right, baby. Keep riding my fingers — god, can you feel it? So fucking wet" he growled. You moaned a little louder and he buried his face in your neck. "You like that, uh? You're so needy — so needy for my attention. What do you want, sweetheart?"

You pleaded. "Just — fuck me, please. Fuck my pussy."

He laughed, the bastard. "Your pussy? Nu-uh. It's mine, baby. All mine to fuck."

And his cock — so hard, and so thick — pushed all the way inside you, to the end, sliding perfectly into your wet intimacy. Jim had to stifle a moan against your shoulder, biting down hard. You were perfect, made for him in every way. Fuck what other people would think. He began thrusting into you with slow, but strong thrusts. So strong that it makes you gasp and beg his name like a prayer. He sucked on your skin. He would leave marks everywhere, you'd feel his lips on you forever.

"So tight, so fucking warm — God, you're perfect" he breathed. "And you're mine, only mine, all mine. No one will ever touch you again, I swear — ah, shit, so good — you're fucking delicious. My sweetheart, my perfect pussy." And slowly, with every word, your cunt contracted around his cock, desperately, begging until he too, so needy for your pleasure, came with you, breathing in your sweet scent, quenching your fiery orgasm with his seed.

In the end, tight in that embrace, you loved each other that night too. Jim didn't let go of you for several long minutes, leaving small kisses on your skin. He now knew that he would no longer bear seeing you close to anyone else. With a deep breath, he whispered. "How about dinner tomorrow? At Enzo's."

You tried to hide a happy smile, failing miserably. "Sounds perfect to me."

[random-things-of-mine]

𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘳

Opposite Wally x GN Reader

This is a silly story inspired by a TikTok audio from @wally._.va most of the storyline credits go to them.

I had a link to the TikTok but it doesn’t work anymore and I can't find it back in my saved or liked videos so I assume it's been been deleted.

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"Neighbor can you like stop ignoring me already I swear to god if you keep on ignoring me I'll throat punch you and throw you down the stairs and break your leg."

Opposite was in a bad mood today, he had gotten into a argument with Y/n and now they where giving him the silent treatment.

Nothing was or could be more infuriating than to be ignored like this!

The puppet was trying anything to get a reaction out of the human.

"Neighbor. Neighbor. NEIGHBOR look at me! Can you even hear me, am I invisible to you?!" He angrily shouted before going back to whining. "Neighbor...''

It was extremely amusing to Y/n, who purposely kept their mouth shut, suppressing a chuckle. They knew damn well Opposite was only making empty threats.

If he dared anything you whoop his ass.

They could step on the little fruitcake with ease and fold him like a lawn chair.

"Neighbor can you please look at me... omg look at this freaking bitch.'' He huffed out in frustration, before an idea came to him. "I will take you to go get McDonald's if you talk to me-"

Those words immediately caught their attention, as they nearly began to drool at the thought of getting a free happy meal. 

Opposite threw his hands up, on the one side he felt victorious for achieving his goal but annoyed at the reason why. It only took something as basic as food.

"Oh I knew it. I KNEW IT. I knew that would freaking get you, you fatass."

"Excuse you! Nah-ah you did not just say that." They glared at him, angrily standing up and walking away.

"No wait I didn't mean it! No neighbor I swear I didn't mean it. No come back!" He panicked, rushing after them.

Y/n was chewing on their fries, twirling around a happy meal toy in their hands, satisfied with the dumb minion figure they got.

Opposite was sitting opposite of them (heh!) he was sulking and mindlessly poking at his cheese burger. 

His wallet was crying out in pain as he had payed for the large entree of food in front of them. He had bought a lot from the menue just to make it up to them.

"Can we talk now?"

"Mmh maybe if you get me another McFlurry~"

The yellow puppet frowned, feeling the urge to snap the plastic toy they held into two pieces.

The human saw that look and protectively held the minion figure closer. Giving it a lill kiss to piss off their company.

"At least give that stupid thing to me!"

"It's mine! I'll bite you if you try anything."

...

...

...

Opposite didn't listen and got indeed his hand bitten by Y/n. He left the McDonald's trying to hide the fresh and deep bite marks on his hand.

Just another peaceful day in the neighborhood.

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[haruniki]

Their icks in a relationship

HSR Edtion- Stelle, Himeko, March 7th, Asta, Herta (pt 1/?) a/n: i thought about this today at work and was like wait a minute, this would be a great idea to write about and here it is. will be doing a csm version and potentially an overwatch one

Stelle: Loud Chewing

Stelle seems like the person who would chew loud as fuck

and the bad thing about it is that she knows she's doing it or you at least hope she knows that she's doing it

You curse whoever showed her gum

and if she catches that it's bothering you she's going to make it worse for you by purposely chewing louder

No matter how many times you try to come up with a solution to prevent her from chewing loudly, she manages to chew so loudly.

You're very surprised that no one else says anything about it ".... Stelle.." "What's up?" "If you chew any louder, I will personally deliver you to the stellaron hunters myself." ":("

Himeko: Overbearing

Now normally, being a little cautious or even caring is a nice thing in a partner.

However, Himeko is just a little too caring.

From getting a small cut on your hand to having a slight headache, mommy(not in the good sense) Himeko is there to take care of you and even sometimes demanding that you take the day off and to let her take care of you.

Himeko just really loves you and she hasn't had a relationship like yours in a long time.

She wants to do everything she can to take care of you and to make sure your happy, though she refuses the same treatment.

Let's also not forget that she also brings up things that you say your going to do like doing your laundry and then forgetting to do it or changing the oil in your car.

She's constantly reminding you or asking you if you have done it yet or when are you going to do it "(y/n), dear, I noticed that your car still has the check oil light. I thought i would remind you about it so you wouldn't forget." "Hime, I know, you reminded me about 2 hours ago. I'll get it done, i promise." "Are you sure? I can check it for you, last time you accidently hurt yourself. I wouldn't want that to happen again.." "I...I'm sure Himeko.."

March 7th: Selfie Time

Now you love taking pictures with March just as much as most people do

However, March tends to take more selfie during the special moments more than actually living in the moment.

And now before anyone says anything about how "a picture is to always remember the moment so even when you forget about it you have a photo to continue on the moment"

March takes photos the entire time or a vast majority of the time.

During a New Years Party, she made you pose for the same photo for the entire countdown and missed the opportunity to kiss her "This angle maybe? hmmm... no no.. this one looks better, but the lighting is off.." "Umm.. March, the countdown. It's almost time t-" "Hey, stay in the pose, silly! I want this to look perfect!"

Safe to say that you got to kiss her at 12:10 AM rather than midnight on the dot

At least the picture comes out nice?

Asta: Interrupting

I feel really bad typing this one but I feel like it would fit

Asta tends to interrupt you and others in conversation

She doesn't really mean it, it's just that sometimes the information is only really important for that segment and she doesn't want to move on to a different area until she's able to add to the previous one

Asta does apologize about it and even tries to not do it as much

She is always actively working on being better "Asta, did you send me that recipe? I wanted to make it tonight." "Oh yes, I sent it. Is that why you wanted to have a date at home?" "Yeah, you said you wanted to try it and I thought tonight would be a goo-" "We should probably go out to buy some of the ingredients. I think we don't have any eggs left nor do we have the right baking dish for it."

Herta: Ms. Know it all

I like to think this one was a little bit obvious what it would be

while she is smart and is consider a genius by well.. everyone

Herta doesn't know everything when it comes to things like anime or video games

Hence she is a know it all and a so intelligent being as she proclaims

When talking to her about a puzzle in a game, she claims to know how to beat and when asked for help, she declines.

Instead she makes you suffer through trying to solve it and when you do eventually solve, she congratulates you on passing her test. "You can solve it, it's a very simple puzzle. Even a child could do it, which is what these games are made for." "Well all high mighty, if it's soooo simple why don't you do it?" "Tch, your the partner to one of the smartest beings in the galaxy and you can't solve a simple puzzle? For shame, (y/n), for shame..." "Just say you cant solve."

[sipsteainanxiety]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

i was tagged by @coopigeoncoo @andypantsx3 @willowser and @namodawrites to do this lil self fic rec game and after finally sitting down to think about it for a very... long... time... i have done it! thank you all for the tag i kiss you each on the forehead and give you a bowl of sliced fruit<3

after looking at all the wips i have in docs right now, i can definitely say that this list would be completely different if i had finished a few of them, but for now this is my ranked list for things i've published already lol

devil's glare — demon!bkg x reader

bakugou katsuki is a powerful demon that you have the pleasure of dating. but when he pisses you off one day, you decide to get back at him in a pretty petty way: drawing a salt circle around you to force him to apologize 

i had THEE most fun writing this one shot LMAO. it was based on a tiktok of all things that i'd found back when i was still on the app pfft. i just loved the idea of bkg being all surly and aggravated that his little human had purposely drawn a salt circle to prevent him from encroaching on their space. and like... him dealing with wanting to idk kiss you so bad but you're trying to teach him a lesson and he's sooooo mad and fuck, he's gonna do whatever he can to get you to comply to him lmao. if i could draw, there's this one scene where you're wearing this like. cute little set of pjs staring up at this big ass demon, wings unfurled threateningly, snarl on his face, arms crossed with a line of salt in between the two of you. like i have a vision. too bad i can't draw it LMFAOO. maybe one day

2. holding out (just for you) — dragon!bkg x reader

in which you find a horrendously injured dragon in a cave and make it your duty to heal him, not knowing that he’s the infamous dragonshifter, bakugo katsuki, who has been cursed to remain trapped in his dragon form forever—unless the spell is broken

this fic... oh boy. i've been working on this fic since mmm 2021 i think? i can't believe it's been a year since the big bang LMFAOO. i also can't blv this shit evolved from being a standalone to having 3 spinoffs and a sequel but well. here we are. complaints aside i really do have fun writing this fic!! i dunno!! i dont think i'd ever read a dragon bkg fic before and i was like fine i'll do it myself and this happened. i added way too much plot and you guys don't even know about half the worldbuilding and shit i have planned for the sequel HAHA. i can't even talk about it bc it would be major spoilers rn rhrsfjhrjfrjrhjg. it's also been giving me such a rough time lately pfft, especially with having to make sure everything lines up for the spinoffs n stuff. im so afraid of publishing ch4 and having to go back and tweak things bc i havent planned out far enough sdkjfsjkdf. i think it just means i'm gonna have to go on a hiatus or smthn and write out all the spinoffs + ch4 at once idk

3. and i give my all (to you) — merman!bkg x reader

you think you bit off more than you could chew when you decided to do your dissertation on ocean acidification, leaving you stranded out in the open ocean. alone. for months. well… maybe you weren’t so alone after all

this is another fic that i've been working on way longer than it's been posted for pfft. i can't blv the first chapter was released over a year ago LMAOOO i am so sorry. i do like this fic tho bc it's one of the easier ones to write and i go back to it sometimes between writing for dragon bkg lol. like i have the chapters all mapped out, all i have to do is sit down and write em. ch2's at abt 3k rn tho and i hit a spot where i'm like oof i dont wanna write these descriptions dfhdkfg it's just a silly goofy story with merbaku and dealing with some of the subtle intricacies of getting to know a mermaid. actually, fun fact, this originally started off as a fic for jotaro from jjba, back when i was in my jjba era. but then i went back to my bkg era and switched it over. i didn't even have to change much LMFAOO jotaro and bkg act the same sometimes. also!! this is the first fic where i'm like... drawing little doodles for each chapter!! and it's so nice but also i'm like damn wtf do i draw for the rest of these chapters.... i'll figure it out ig

4. loving all the parts of you — pro hero!bkg x reader

in which you learn to love all the prickly parts that make up bakugou katsuki

i.. don't think i've thought about this fic for a very, very long time. but i just scrolled thru the masterlist and stuff and i... really liked writing it (when i was focused on it anyways). it's one of my gentler fics tbh. it's more of a character study of bkg, exploring a different aspect of him in each chapter. tbh i need to go through and reread it and make edits so it can better match the writing style i have now, but i rly liked thinking abt what would make bkg tick as a pro and as a person. and tbh, with what i know now of the manga and anime i think i could go very deep with it pfft. also the banner i made for this fic is so cute LOL. it's not high on my priority list rn bc i have other things i wanna work on, but i do hope to return to it one day.

5. forget me not — pro hero!bkg x reader

When you first woke up, you found yourself in a white room, lights blinding you from all directions. A bit disoriented, you squinted and looked around, realizing you were chained to a chair, your arms locked behind you. In front of you was a poster of a man, muscles rippling throughout his body, a spiky mess of ash blond hair nestled on his head, and striking crimson eyes glaring right at you from behind a black mask. In the upper right corner was the name “DYNAMIGHT” in black and orange letters. As you observed the poster, the sound of a P.A. system suddenly rang into existence, the deep, hoarse voice of an unknown person echoing around you. “Your name is [Name] [Surname],” the voice said without emotion, “and you hate the man named Bakugou Katsuki.”

THIS FIC... THIS FCKIN FIC. i have so much i can say about this fic and i am so sorry for the oncoming ramble pfft. firstly, it's both my baby and my number one fucking enemy. like, holy shit i think it gave me the most paralyzing anxiety and bc of this it took me like 3-4 years to finish (apart from being generally busy of course). i started it literally while i was in high school n applying to college, so of course there are aspects of it that i look at now and i'm like mmm don't like that. not to mention there have been so many things that happened in the anime/manga that i wasn't able to add or delve deeper into!! like the war!! bkg's fcking trauma!! midoriya's quirks!! i was an anime only when i first started releasing chapters (and i still am), so i didnt know about the endeavor agency arc or anything so i defaulted to shit with best jeanist and idkidk.

if i could rewrite all of fmn, i think i would. or maybe not all, but a good chunk of it. like i'd condense the first few chapters probably. i also have a different grasp of bkg's characterization now compared to when i was younger lmao. putting bkg in that specific circumstance (iykyk, i wont spoil it) only happened bc of certain outside factors that forced him into that position. which was how i was able to justify it. but... idk. IDK!! this fic had so many things to it that i was not knowledgeable about so i winged a lot of things without doing proper research (i.e. hospitals, police investigations, general bureaucracy and whatnot) and i feel like this has caused certain plot holes that i am not able to detect, but like.... it's been so long already that i'm too lazy to fix it.

i just really wanted to write about having amnesia but... still having this muscle memory and ache of the person you were in love with. that you can fall in love with them all over again. but, jeez, i put the reader through so much that there's so much... trauma and brainwashing and just rhhrhjrkhrhgrkjg. she's a mess and a half!! and this makes it so difficult to read fmn bc she's so frustrating!! but! at the same time idk it was interesting exploring that kind of ptsd and recovery. i think at my core i love writing about truly heartwrenching topics and horror. i rmb i had the most fun writing about reader's nightmares or that one chapter where she was messing around with illusions. actually- one of the things i would change is the reader's fckin quirk and hero name LMAOOOOO what the fuck i made her so op i basically just smashed together dr strange's and wanda's powers for her pfft. i'd also tweak her personality a little, i think.

i digress. anyways. im in the process of editing all of fmn (just like. writing tweaks. changing the phrasing of certain sentences. adding more fluff to descriptions) and i can really see how much my style has evolved lol. like, i am the most happy and proud of the later chapters, where you can really feel certain emotions with bkg and reader. like... the beach scene, or the stakeout scene, or the party scene!! i think i would also add more substance to the investigation and how being a hero is like post-war. the antagonists as well!! there's just so much that could've been built on, but at the same time... i didn't want to go too deep into it bc i was writing an amnesia recovery story.

flaming aside, i am very glad i was able to pull those plot twists successfully LOL. i loved reading people's theories back when i was still updating it, seeing them question things and being like wait a minute... no way... it can't be... it was an era i will never forget pfft. but... because of that expectation i think i was very nervous to reveal specific things or even write the ending bc i didn't know if people would be satisfied lol. fmn was so complicated and for what sdfkjhs. fanfic shouldnt make you this anxious fr and yet there i was. i'm glad im done with it, but at the same time.. i do miss it.

tldr: fmn is the fic that i am the most proud of but also the most insecure LMFAOO. i do eventually want to get to the extra chapters from bkg's pov for it but... idk. i don't wanna even look at it right now sdhfskdfjsf

thank u all for coming to my ted talk B) i'm sorry if u've been tagged alr in this but here we go anyways!! no pressure tags: @earthtooz @call-me-ko @thecatduet422 @boo-kugo @theloveinc <3

[randoimago]

Hi! Hope I'm not late for 3,000 Follower Celebration Friends to Lovers, Confessing Feelings. If not, can I request it for Takuto Maruki, please? Thank you!

Sweet As Candy

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Takuto Maruki

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): This is inspired by the mystery Japanese snack box I got that had this salt-lemon flavored kit kat that tastes absolutely amazing (if you remember the Lemonade girl scout cookies, then it tastes like that)

"Is it... Macha?" A smile crosses Maruki's face as you correctly guessed the flavor of the kit-kat he placed in your mouth (an action that made him blush a lot, but he's glad your eyes are closed so you didn't see).

"You got it!" He says excitedly as you open your eyes. He had bought a bunch of different flavors of the candy and wanted to play a game to see if you guessed correctly. It was silly and fun. And it gave him an excuse to stare at you and be a lovesick idiot.

"Huh, that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be," you tell him, and he grins at your words. When he mentioned having you try mystery kit-kats and guess what you were tasting, it understandably made you hesitant. But he's glad you seem to be enjoying it.

"There's still more to try! Close your eyes!" His tone is playful as he looks through the bag of random kit-kats for a new flavor. He hears you hum and he smiles as you close your eyes, waiting for him.

"You know, you never said what I got if I guessed the flavors correctly," you pipe up as he chooses a strawberry cheesecake flavored candy. Maruki hums as he unwraps it and thinks, breaking the candy in half.

"What do you want? I'm already feeding you snacks," he teases slightly, and he enjoys the smile that crosses your face. You shrug and he bite the inside of his mouth as he presses the candy to your lips, watching as you take it, and he retracts quickly before his mind can wander.

You chew and taste the candy, him smiling as you process the flavor. "Definitely strawberry..." You trail off and he smiles more. "Strawberry cheesecake?"

"Correct again!"

"And my reward?" He chuckles a bit and thinks of a reward. An easy one crosses his mind, and he blushes at the idea.

"How about you try to guess one more flavor and then I'll give you a reward?" He suggests and you pout, making him smile more. You grumble a "fine" and he smiles as he looks for another kit-kat. And eventually he chooses a simple, chocolate one.

"Okay, open up," he tells you and feeds you the candy. His heart races as he watches you chew and contemplate. There is a bit of worry that you won't guess what flavor he gave you since he's been giving you all the interesting ones and now this one is just common.

"It just tastes like chocolate," you say and he sighs in relief.

"That's because it is. You got it correct!" He smiles wide as you open your eyes. He does give you a couple golf claps to be a dork because he knows it makes you smile and he's happy when you are.

He watches as you grab a napkin to wipe any stray crumbs or chocolate from your face and he's a bit upset that he didn't think of doing that.

"So, what's my reward?" You ask him and he hesitates a bit. He originally thought that maybe he could kiss you but thought better on that. I mean, who just randomly kisses their best friend? Sure, he wants to be much more than friends, but what if you don't view that as a reward and think he's assaulting you?

But now that his mind is on that path. His plan B was to say that your reward was a date with him, but again, what if you don't think that's a reward? He could offer to pay for the whole thing (which he was going to do anyway). But doesn't that seem a bit egotistical to say that "oh you won, now you can date me"?

"Maruki?" You break him out of his panicked thoughts, and he sighs and gives you a sheepish smile.

"I, uh, I actually don't know what your reward is," he says with a nervous chuckle, and you give him an amused look.

"Well, I tried weird candy for you-" You ignored the pout he gave you. "How about we go to that festival together and try a bunch of stall food together?" You suggest and his eyes widen at that idea. That, that definitely sounds like a date.

"Yeah, sure, and I'll buy," he offers, and you smile and cause his heart to beat faster.

"It's a date." That confirmation from you had him giving the biggest sigh of relief, much to your confusion and amusement.

"Sorry, initially I wanted to kiss you as your reward but then thought that was stupid because we are- were friends and now I'm just happy to you know that you want to go on a date," he explains sheepishly as a blush crosses his face. He smiles when he hears you laughing at him being a doofus.

"I'll still take that kiss, Takuto." A gasp escapes him at hearing his name from your lips and he happily leans in to peck your lips. It's short and sweet, like the candy he fed you that led to this.

[monstrouslyobsessed]

been a minute since i've answered yall asks, sorry about that. been having health issues again. sighs.

tw / tags: monster fucking, snake anatomy, breeding mentions

Do you have any thoughts about slime-like monsters? I personally find monsters with… unstable??? body structure quite interesting cuz of their potential lol. Like, even of they're slow and trembling like jittery jelly, once they have grip on you – you gone, whoops. Struggling r useless, u will only get urself deeper and you can't even do a lot to escape. And bonus points if they're kinda dumb, so by acting silly and goofy they're practically gaslighting lmao —anonymous

i actually have a musing in the work about that one!! its...been in my draft forever...whoops....i'll work on that in just a bit then.

but yes!! theyre also super versatile too! imagine if you have one as a pet...its going to make a pet out of you, oho rip darling.

I wonder how the 6 arms snake god eat. Does he just shallow his prey whole? chew them? Tear them apart then eat them piece by piece? I wonder what is his favorite part of his prey, and his less favorite. I imagine that some times, he eat messy, so reader clean the blood around his mouth with a clean napkin. —anonymous

i actually kinda imagine him opening his mouth like a snake would since he's no longer a human (w a pic below). but in the beginning, when he's still merging with the snake god, he'd probably start tearing his, ah, meals apart, yeah. i actually don't think his transformation was actually completed by the time he started his initial rampage + he wouldn't have any arm when he first started out too.

oh geez i can see him being super clumsy and floppy trying to learn how to move his new body. poor thing.

his mouth would be like this, maybe with bigger fangs tho. that said, i cant find the original source now :( so if any of you know who this may be by, lmk so i can link the artist!!

Hey-hey! Have you read Mieruko-chan by any chance? Maybe it's only me, but i find designs for ghosts from here rlly cool and some chapters can give some pretty cool concepts/ideas.

Gl on ur day! ✨ —anonymous

i actually have been keeping up with it! poor mc, she's trying her best...I'm crushing on the yandere tentacled head lady atm lol

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! 💖 — @berrychan03

dawwww <3 thank you!!! i'll be sure to spread them around~!

Your Jaguar Trube story is really good! I like it. Are you going to make the part 2 for it? —anonymous

im actually kinda stumped on how to continue this one mainly because of the breeding kink being the primary focus and the reader initially being gn. i feel iffy doing this to my fellow gn readers as well, as i don't wish to exclude them and i don't think im that good of a writer to pull off a gn smut.

i could just do two versions tbh because its a little different between if the reader is afab and if they're amab.

if afab, theyre actually kinda in for some bad time because there's so many males around, possibly around 30 to even 50, and there's a lot of dp to go around because they're sharing them.

if amab, there's not many females around at all, maybe around 4 young adult ones (with the rest being old ladies), though that's not to say the males wouldn't touch them because they def would though lol but i kinda imagined that being amab they wouldn't be in too high of demand and would be given breaks. plus, they don't have to worry about getting pregnant.

i'll take feedback regarding this matter though, so lmk your thoughts on how i should proceed!

anyhoo, gonna try and work on couple overdue commissions i got, but in the meanwhile, feel free to send in whatever (that is currently open lol) love ya bunches!

[kazuichikazuichi]

Kazuichi for the ask game ;)

oh my goodness.........KAZ MY BELOVED. i've spent well over 2 hours non stop writing all of this out lol help me😭 i love him so much, he is my favourite character of everything ever, so thank you very much for asking about him!! i hope this is enjoyable to read, and to anyone who doesn't like him all that much, maybe reading this will change your mind! :) <3<3<3

favourite thing about them: so many things, he is so so so special to me!!!! he also partially reminds me of myself, and i am very attached to him :) i love his character design (and i love that it's explained yknow? it's not like oh yeah he has naturally pink hair for no reason), i love his voice and speech patterns, i love how clingy he is, how realistically scared he is compared to some other characters considering he took part in a literal killing game, how smart he is, how 'normal' his talent is (it's a realistic talent idea for a school like hopes peak, its a normal talent someone could develop after years of working in their family's shop, and its academic so the school would want him yknow? like no offense to e.g. mondo, i love him but why would they want a biker gang leader in a school like that lol😭) anyway i'm already rambling and im only on the first question oops lol. final favourite thing to mention is his tiny braid. soooo cute n silly. and i love his earrings. and how one sleeve of his jumpsuit is cuffed higher than the other. okay no i need to stop rambling now

least favourite thing about them: i don't like how he's so often dismissed as just a comedy character or a pervert or whatever. i wish he'd been written in a little more depth so he could be given a chance by fans who automatically dislike him. i love him so much and i want everyone to experience the joy of loving him!!! he is a sweetheart inside i promise

favourite line: engines revving!!!!! ✊😛✊ lol i also like i'll bury you and your hamsters 6 feet under!!!! and general gundham insults they all make me giggle

brotp: literally EVERYONE omg, i love his friendship potentials with the whole sdr2 cast! buuut some i particularly enjoy are ibuki, fuyuhiko, akane and mahiru :) kaz and ibuki would be so SILLY together i love them, i wrote a pekobuki fic with her and kaz being bffs and it was so much fun to write! she would love to put his hair into fun styles and paint his nails :) fuyuhiko aaa i love them together (also love them as a ship) i like the idea of fuyu being the voice of reason between them, telling kaz off when he needs to and keeping him grounded in reality! akane would sooo be like a sister to him i love her, they would get into lots of mischief together, have food fights, wrestle in mud etc lol. then mahiru aww also so like a sister to him, but akane is more like a twin and mahiru more like a big sister :) mahiru would help him look after himself, help him comb chewing gum out of his hair if hiyoko sticks it in there lol etc. also love him and nekomaru as friends too and ughh i could literally list every character here with a specific headcanon for their dynamic

otp: i'm gonna have to say soudam!! i absolutely adore them, they're so sweet and i think about them all the time :) they could be so good for each other if they settled their differences. one of my favourite dynamics is that gundham has feelings for him but kaz is just too silly to notice lol. i've published 9 fics on ao3 so far, 4 of which are soudam, including a 5-chapter fic (i normally just write oneshots, and the only other future multi chapter fics i have basic mental plots for are also soudam lol so you can tell i love them) they are just so special to me :) some other kaz ships i enjoy are him with fuyuhiko(!!), hajime, and i also quite like him with nekomaru too! :) and my fave non sdr2 ship for him is leon, their ship name is bubblegum rock, isn't that just the cutest name ever?!

notp: if there's gonna be a notp it's gonna have to be sounia, i love them both dearly as characters but just not together. my interpretation of his crush on her is that he is gay, and uses her as a fake crush to hide his sexuality to avoid getting bullied, and his reasoning is that she's a very conventially attractive blonde PRINCESS, nobody would question him for having a crush on her, right?? hence why he finds her hobbies weird etc and doesn't show an interest other than "wow she's so hot" lol. i don't think he realises at ALL how uncomfortable he makes sonia, he's just glad that she doesn't like him so he doesn't have to actually be in a relationship (my 5 chapter soudam fic started with this idea by the way!) and i like to think that if she sat down with him and properly explained why it's not right, he'd cave in and come out and apologise a lot and cry :( also think his treatment of her is partly just, he doesn't understand social cues and social norms very well (me too kaz me too) so he just is doing his best to appear normal :'(

random headcanon: when he listens to music, he sings and dances around his room with a hairbrush!!! but he would be VERY embarrassed if anyone found out :) i have lots of silly little headcanons like this for him that im probably going to post one day! i just think about him 24/7 so i have lots of things like this to say

unpopular opinion: i've seen quite a few people headcanon him as having adhd before, but i personally see him closer to being autistic! not sure really why, i just do! :)

a song that you associate with them: even though he's my favourite character ever i still found this super tricky to answer, song questions don't come easily to me i guess. but! my favourite artist right now is poppy, so "immature couture" by poppy! she has lots of different genres of songs but this one is SO girly and camp and i think kazuichi would love it and secretly listen to it a lot and dance around his room with his hairbrush microphone :'))) here's a link to the song!

favourite picture of them: SO TRICKY ummm my favourite sprite is the engines revving one lol with his tongue out but also love the beanie down over the eyes scared one. i love so many pictures but as a soudam shipper i suppose i will say this one bc ughhh they are just too cute!!:

some honourable mentions are his chapter 2 diner picture looking out of the window, his pictures in the chapter 1 party, and all of those anime screenshots like there's one of everyone on the beach where he's being buried by sonia and chiaki, one where he's at the top of a christmas tree next to gundham a picnic one etc. i love them all (i haven't seen the anime so no idea where these bits come in but i haven't seen scenes surrounding them just singular pictures?)

this was so FUN!!! ihad plans to write fanfic tonight but im glad i spent my time doing this bc it was so much fun, thank you for submitting him :D there's one more character in my inbox but it's midnight for me rn so i will either do it later tonight after a break or in the morning, if anyone else would like to submit a character for me to talk about that would be awesome!!

[discoknack]

Another idea I've been sitting on is that Charlotte, at the bottom of that ravine, sees the light of a headlamp and looks up hopefully. And the camera cuts to her perspective, half blinded by the headlamp, but under the hat, she can see the dull gleam of goblin tusks. The expression is meant to be ambiguous, kind of dumbfounded, mouth agape. I'm not sure what kind of goblin they should be. I'm thinking one of the medium or large ones.

Anyway, the goblins who find her are just plain old miners or adventurers themselves, and they have to drop everything to carry her out of there. She blacks out at some point, from the pain of her injuries.

I'm not sure how old Gundahar would be. He seems rather old in the games. Is there any chance that he had any interest in her well-being? Somehow I doubt it. Yet he isn't all that disrespectful to her in the first game. Is it the difference of ordering the deaths of faceless villagers vs having a living, breathing human in front of you?

Anyway, Charlotte is cared for by normal people. One of them, whom I have given the temporary name Percy, is one of the miners that found her. It was his idea to rescue her in the first place. In his mind, it was like finding a bird with a broken wing. Nothing more than that. He even calls her 'Pidge', short for Pigeon. But if he had ever intended it to be derogatory, it wasn't for long.

Gundahar might pay a visit, I'm not sure. He'd either be bored of whatever work he's doing and have a bit of off time, or he'd be actively interrogating why they're wasting resources on this human. Charlotte didn't need a whole lot of resources to get better; Gundahar is just a prick. By the time he’s gotten to her room, he has already spent most of his frustrations chewing out the locals.

Charlotte is feeling lively but can't get back on her feet yet. I wonder if she assumes, since the people around her chattered about Gundahar’s arrival, that she was saved according to his good graces.

Not sure what the scenario is. But whatever; she sells herself out. I want to skip to the part where she starts to get better and goes for walks. I'll want to do some worldbuilding from her view.

I think she'd become close friends with Percy. Toward the end of her rehabilitation, he might even inadvertently take her on dates (neither of them know that they're dates). Maybe it's silly but w/e.

But then, of course, nothing good lasts forever, and Gundahar takes her to his ivory tower. I don't think she thinks anything of it; it's a job and a debt. But she doesn't know she'll also be cut off from everyone else, and the guards are cycled out so she can't build relationships with anybody but Gundahar.

*shrug* I dunno if that's how I want to do it; I might come up with something different after the break.

Oh and one more thing; I had the idea that in Gundahar’s region, goblins raise geese. Mainly because a goose can grow up to 30 inches and I want them to terrorize those poor blue guys lmao.

[neutrallyobsessed]

today is the day guys. when i finished posting my first fic ever.

i was suposed to do this on its anniversary but i thought that the end date was the start and kinda missed my own anniversary of starting to post shit online but oh well

POINT BEING. I AM WRITING.

i've been writing but as you can imagine, drawing takes priotity and sometimes is hard yknow? im taking this opportunity to tell ya bout the things i've been writing n what to expect and such:

a mtmtk+gen one-shot nice and short. it has invstigating of a case and that's difficult

a post-soj au bout Edgeworth (1/9 finished). what was silly jokes and references has turned into a something with a court scene and that's difficult

smut. a nrmy one-shot i thought of because of the song i named it after, it's not a big deal but has a gimmick that i found funny ok?

AND a smut anthology. this ones the good one. pretty proud of what i've written so far~ (2/5 finished)

the zip.lore comic of course! the thing is that i was so concentrated in drawing and putting things on the right place that i kinda forgot to write the dialogue lol. que cosas, no? but dont worry, im on it. i just, i just want to know how many pages will it have, but whatev

something that was going to be a one-shot is now two chapters that i'm writting simultansly becaUSE I FEEL LIKE IT, but this collection has self-contained stories so it only gets updated when i have an idea that fits. in any case its thief kay and kayworth propaganda

a kristahlia fic i haven't started lol, i'll see what i can do bout it

i also have a pre-relationship kayworth i did on a physical notebook, i should finish it ngl~~

AND MY MAGNUS OPUS. A Narumayo/Mitsumiku Royal AU fic. i dont know how many chapters or how the hell imma write it cause, what do i do? a fic? a script? a comic? an sometimes illustrated book? ALL OF THEM? idk, im definitely eating more than i can chew with this one but i'll work it out. i know how everything goes, but i feel like i should write the end first and every piece will fall to its place. as always~~

so yeap! busy girl i am! so many things done and so much left to do... kinda feel bad for ""abandoning"" my ao3 account but some ppl have abandonded for much longer or are less organized with their fic writing so i don't feel as bad ^^. it's not a big deal tho, im happy for all what i've donde so far

and now i wanna take a moment to talk about all the people who complained to hell and back about kayworth existing before i started making content. because bitches talk like shit was EVERYWHERE AND COMPLETELY UNAVOIDABLE and like.......... that's not the case? like yeah i can find kayworth when i look for it but it's not shoved in my face ejem other ships...... not to mention that i've scrapped the end of the barrel that is kw content, translating jp fics with google and, you can imagine how well that goes lmao

in any case, now ppl are complaining about me, specifically! that's so cool and epic!!jskajskskdjskd cheers to your love, your hate and more years to come~~!

[dusterson]

11, 12, 13 for the questions left unanswered mun edition (imtheircleric)

11 : What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to RPing?

Hmm. Honestly it's kind of hard to peeve me off in RP; not a whole lot of passive stuff i.e. writing style/skill or canon character portrayal gets on my nerves unless it's just outright illegible or moves nothing in the story we're writing together as RP partners. And even then I'm more likely to be driven to give advice than be annoyed. I guess when people just plop a ship on me. EspECIALLY when it's with my older characters, which is where it happens most often. I'll be writing one of my miserable grandpas with someone's younger character and I'll be like, "Aww I'm so happy my character has a son/daughter figure in their life :'D" and I kid you not they IMMEDIATELY will go "They should get together 8)" The kicker's when, if I agree, they go straight to the Smut. Don't even ask me, don't take no time to see what kind of dynamic they have in said relationship, just getting straight to the goddamn point. Don't spring intimate relationships on my characters. OH MAN and if someone does then gets mad at whatever kind of relationships my character's in (someone tried to smut my OC and then read his info and cHEWED ME OUT BECAUSE HE WAS POLYAMOROUS???), I'm out. I might also bite your face off, then I'm out.

12 : What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to the fandom you RP in?

NOBODY WRITIN WITH DOUBLES OF THE CANON THEY PLAYYY! It's a silly and pointless peeve I know, but I really really want Dustin to meet another Dustin and then they can COMMENCE

THE

CHAOS.

Ok but for a more serious one I would like to Complain and I am sorry ahead of time but I have a lot of Feelings about my boy.

Note, I enjoy Billy as a character, I really do. BECAUSE he's not a decent person!

And I. Love. Jason. And feel horribly bad for him.

He was written to be doomed from the start and condemned for doing what he thought was right. But Billy is a better person despite TRYING TO RUN OVER KIDS??? even if he didn't intend to actually hit, do you think Max knew that??? what if he’d messed up and HAD hit one or more of the kids? think you that risk crossed his mind? Clearly not long enough for him to think twice about traumatizing his little sister. also it's tOTALLY not racist for him to say "hanging out with THOSE KINDS OF PEOPLE--” or whatever like. didn’t dacre like, BEG the duffers to make billy LESS racist? in my books that intention’s still there and it was still pretty,, blatant to me that he didn’t like Lucas SPECIFICALLY.

Everyone saying they were frightened for Erica’s safety because he forced the door open? I getchya. I’d rather a door than a fuck-you-miles-per-hour vehicle. I can kick someone holding my door open. You don’t think she would have kneecapped Jason in the nads if he tried? Also he was in the middle of a psychotic breakdown and You Do Not Act Right during those. Y’all have no idea how upset I was that Jason didn't even get a respectful death. People are all like "duffers said 5 people died well that was a lie lol" INCORRECT. 5 PEOPLE DID DIE. They just didn't give a shit about them. They're both racist because THAT'S HOW THEY WERE RAISED and they were both traumatized teenagers but the one that's less forgivable is the one that was TRYING TO PROTECT HIS FRIENDS? TWO OF WHICH WERE BLACK? Also anyone else notice the cops broke the fucking law and didn't take down his statement which you're SUPPOSED TO DO NO MATTER HOW OUTLANDISH THE STATEMENT IS?? (Also anyone else notice how GODDAMN RIGHT JASON WAS EVEN THOUGH HE HAD ZERO! CLUE!! WHAT WAS HAPPENING!!!)

(Also he brought a gun because he was p sure he was going up against Satanists in the middle of summoning said goddamn-literally Satan. I’d fucking gear up like that if I thought someone could mutilate me just by looking at me. Did we all forget that he also saw that happen? Not just the blorbie morbson? He saw his best friend fucking die but hey you know)

Just. He wasn’t written to be a person. He was written to be an inconvenience that was swept under the rug-- ALSO I WANTED TO SEE A MOB. WHERE WAS MY HELLFIRE CLUB OUTRUNNING THE YUPPIES. If I don’t get more Satanic panic next season I’m mutineering.

So in conclusion: hypocritical interpretation and demonisation and/or woobifying. Keep it away from me. Keep my boy's name outta your mouth if you're gonna slander it then turn around and be all googoo eyed at the other, arguably shittier boy. Conclusion of conclusion: I love Jason and I will braid Billy's mullet. Also Jason was right to call Eddie out for harassing ppl in the cafeteria :P ok done being a bastard

13 : Who is your least favorite character in the fandom you RP in? List three admirable traits about them.

UHM. I love all of them, your honour. WAIT-- Except that lady Hopper slept with in season 1. CAN'T YOU TELL A BITCH BE DEPRESSED? give him a hug or smth don't nag him for the D and get huffy that he don't wanna give you the D 'cos a KID JUST WENT MISSING AND HIS FRIEND SUPPOSEDLY KILLED HIMSELF like jesus murphy No admirable traits no sympathy get outta jimbo's house

[fanboyeternal]

Parlami d'amore

Jin × Male Reader

Summary

Jin and you were having his friends over for dinner and you couldn't be more nervous.

Until you remembered just how your boyfriend loved it when you spoke Italian.

Fluff, Suggestive

Author's Note

It's my first time writing here... so I apologise in advance if it's somewhat silly, or doesn't make much sense, or it's poorly written.

Let me know and I'll try to improve. Thanks!

🌷

You had always felt overwhelmed in the presence of your boyfriend's friends.

And who wouldn't? They were BTS!

You tried to remember your friend's wise advise... but somehow, you thought picturing them naked wouldn't quite do the trick.

They were hot even when clothed... and you had a boyfriend, so you couldn't go around picturing someone else naked.

Also, they had yet to arrive. You couldn't waste a good meltdown before you faced them.

"Hyung?" Jin turned to you, busy preparing the meal for his friends.

"Yes?"

And, suddenly, an idea popped up. A dangerous one at that, but you were tense.

And he needed to loosen up as well.

You shrugged. "Oh, I just wanted to look at your handsome face, niente di speciale." You smiled nonchalantly.

His ears flushed red. "Oh, babe" he snaked an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his broad chest and smother your face in kisses. "You know how I get when you speak Italian."

As if you didn't!

"Caro mio~" you whispered seductively against his plump lips. "You're neglecting the stew."

"It's kimchi." Jin corrected, muffled by a kiss.

"Whatever." You smiled as he placed you on the marble top counter to deepen the kiss.

Staining your pristine white shirt in the crimson gochujang sauce as he squeezed your sides.

"Amore mio, ah..." you sighed, as he bit down on your neck, prompting a shiver down your spine. "I think y-you need to get the door."

True, the doorbell had started to ring and so had his phone -- which meant they had arrived.

"Let them wait." Jin growled as his big hands slid underneath your now ruined shirt.

Yes, they were clad in cold gloves coated in red spicy sauce, but they still managed to...

"Oddio~" you moaned as he started to roam his hands over your chest and grind against you.

Jin looked down at your with his pupils blown away in pure lust, when he was usually so shy.

It was quite the ego boost, to say the least.

"Let them order take-out and I'll take you out of those clothes, babe." He didn't ask nor suggest...

And he also couldn't help himself, snickering at his own lame joke.

You had one problem.

Your boyfriend's friends made you nervous.

You had two problems now.

Your boyfriend's friends were waiting while a very horny Jin tried to get frisky on the kitchen!

Maybe, you hadn't thought your anti anxiety technique through. But, what gives?

"Andiamo~" you whispered coyly in his red ear, making him throw you over his broad shoulder.

"You're a menace."

"And so are your sauce-stained hands."

"Oh... right." Jin smiled sheepishly before running to wash his hands and bring a wet hand towel to wipe you like a baby. "There." He smiled lovingly.

You felt out of breath with the warmth drawn on his beautiful features.

"Ti amo, caro mio." You whispered and kissed his soft, supple lips, causing him to blush.

"And I love you too, my beautiful boy." Jin used the tenth or eleventh in his list of pet names for when he got sappy.

And, by God, did it work, as you two melted into the soft kiss of two lovers joined by a deep bond.

"I believe we were about do to something, vero?" You tilted your head cutely and he laughed.

Before doing what his brother had told him to do in that Australian camp.

Unleashing 'the might of the Koreans' -- though not as he would have imagined.

That night was a long one.

For all.

"Sheesh" Taehyung sighed, munching on some spicy tteokbokki they had bought on the way to the dorm. "I really wanted to see (Name)."

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"If Jin hyung finds out you get turned on by his boyfriend speaking Italian, he'll chew your head off." He deadpanned.

"Am not!" A blushing Taehyung tried to defend himself through the others' laughter.

"Yes, you are." Jungkook stated.

And Taehyung pouted because it was kind of true... but he was happy, though.

Happy that his wonderful Jin hyung had found love in someone as wonderful and beautiful as you. So, so beautiful... gosh.

"Pass me the mackerel." Yoongi, absent to the shenanigans of the maknaes, asked.

And, again, everyone laughed.

🌷

"Hyung, what happened to the kimchi?" You asked, embraced in his strong arms.

"It will probably get spoiled." Jin answered as he pressed your naked back tight against his broad naked chest, spooning you.

"Good. I've never liked the thing anyways."

You giggled as he attacked your neck again.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

~~~

All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

~

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

~

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

~

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.