#ooooh this is super cool!!

[solasan]

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[littlestarprincess]

I'm being a petty bitch rn but . . . I find it super lame how the pop-culture spirituality boom has given water & fire (the elements) some sort of super intense special connection to psychic / intuitive / mystical energies.

Like it's one thing to have one of those be your favorite element and etc, but air??? is so good ???? Excuse me??? and earth getting passed over is so cliche like of course you can talk up the flowers and the greenery all you want but in actual practice when you think of earth all you think of is dirt 😠😠😠

[enbyshads]

sorry i cant stop thinking about sonic's cyber form.....the sharp teeth!!! and the spiral crazy eyes, he's so cool!!!!!

[redhotarsenic]

Okay so you know how in dmc4 fausts extend their claws and slash at you? Giving that to j’ihwu

[m0thzyay]

"You sure you've done this before dude???"

*taking out a little baggie of c0ke and pouring it into a glass of water and stirring it with a long spoon*

"Yeah, why wouldn't you think that :3?"

[ariaste]

actually the biggest clown in IWTV is Louis bc his unreliable narration about Lestat is all "ooooh he was so SUAVE and SOPHISTICATED and MEAN and BLOND and FRENCH, and i was Overcome by his hotness, and then super victimized by the mean/blond/frenchness" and he builds Lestat up and builds him up and builds him up into this Hot Blond French Monster

and in reality Lestat is an absolute dingus with two braincells and untrammelled Romantic Inclinations and zero interpersonal skills or impulse control. like look at those eyes. there's nothing going on in there except "omg louis wow <3 hey hey hey hi pay attention to me. louiiieeeiiis. mon CHER!!! <3" and "[panicked tantrum when louis not paying sufficient attention]"

but somehow Louis came away from every interaction he ever had with Lestat absolutely CONVINCED that he's cool????? (I mean not in the book, at least. in the book Louis starts his incredulity about how much of a fucking idiot Lestat is like half an hour into his first day as a vampire. but he does still get taken in by the Blond French Hotness long enough to get turned, so he's still a clown)

in conclusion they're moron4moron, ur honor, congratulations to the dumbass couple on their wedding.

also condolences to armand who has Been Through Just So Much.

[deathbxnny]

Alrighty cool, thank you for clearing that up (and in such a timely manner too)!

So, lemme cook here... with some Angst + Hurt/Comfort >:D

Arlecchino with a Fem!S/O who's the "Mother" to the children of the House. She was among the survivors of the previous Knave's regime over the House of Hearth. With her and Arle having had perhaps a kind of mutual crush that was only truly pursued after Arle killed "mother".

Basically, the scenario for the request is when Arlecchino' and her's S/O are taking care of one of the kids of the House after they're badly injured after a mission, and... needles to say... they don't make it. And during when Arle and S/O are visiting the kid's grave to pay their respect's, S/O begins to muse "you'd think I'd be used to having to bury children, after..." before starting to break down.

(Part two) (Part Three) (Part four)

Ooooh, I love your brain, Anon!! Thank you so much for this great request!! I have to admit that whilst writing this, I actually liked the idea of making this super angsty and kind of bitter (like most of my fics lmao-) so I hope you like it despite the lack of comfort anyway-

Content: Heavy angst, vague mentions of past child abuse, murder, death, reader is Female and referred to as "Mother/wife", mentions of heavy injuries and blood, controlling behavior from/ooc Arlecchino?, kind of bitter ending, children dying, grief Reader has she/her pronouns ((Not proofread!!!))

Buried angels and that odd wish to live. (Arlecchino x Fem!Reader)

In a way, you often wondered why the young ones often wished to live when they knew that their end was nearing. Their eyes would widen, breaths becoming sharper and shorter, mouths closing and opening in panic before they'd whisper those words you had heard so many times. Their deaths always followed closely after, eyes dimming, their soul finally disappearing with the blown out candles, the sweet scent mingling with the smell of blood and burnt flesh. In the light of the moon filtering through an open window, you'd see the grim reaper staring at you in mirrors and your crimson stained palms, a thoughtful look on her face, one asking a simple question she might forever ask you.

"What did you expect?"

And you'd reply by looking away from your own image, away from the guilt and self-doubt and into the eyes of the woman who made all these children utter that odd wish in the first place.

Your hands shook, held up high as you peered into the crime of a mother who couldn't save her child, raised as though pleading for the forgivness of a god that was mightier than the one you worked for. One that was less cruel, despite the heart everyone claimed she had. And yet, they were enveloped by a towel instead, that wiped away the sins and hurt, even if just for a moment. "There is... nothing we could have done to save her, Mother." Lyney whispered quietly to you, perhaps afraid of being too loud and disturbing someone who couldn't even ever bother to hear him anymore. He tried to be reassuring, but it did little when you just couldn't look away from your wife.

Arlecchino. The Knave. A highly ranked harbinger, whose heart always belonged to you from the start, although with great difficulties that took you years to overcome.

The first time she made you stain your hands with blood was when she killed the woman that raised you two, the first and only woman you ever called "Mother." Although the gentleness and nurturing part of her title was just a simple facade, it still shaped you both greately. You had sworn to do better, to become a better mother to all the children you both took in after marriage and Arlecchino... she seemed to have trned against that title. She believed that being a "father" was more fitting. The right way to raise the children of the Hearth family. Cold and detached, yet firm and guiding.

It made you opposites at times. Painfully different opposites. You became a secret haven of safety for the children, a place they can hide away in, whenever their "Father's" wrath came after them. And you've fought so hard to be this gentle. You killed, murdered, slaughtered your way out of fate. You dragged yourself out of hell, you bled, you cried endless tears. You wanted to prove that you could do better and you ultimately did now... or so you thought. You began doubting it years ago, and it's what made you find their wish to live so odd. Was it an instinct, or did they actually view their life's with you two as desirable, something to live for, when all they did in the end was suffer?

"Mother." Lyney said again, this time a little louder, this time enough to make you glance up at him. His face was a blurry shadow, the light falling over his shoulders and illuminating his head like a halo, as he pushed the towel rather hastily into a nearby laundry basket. You'd never get the stains out, and so it would most likely be thrown away, perhaps burried with the young girl. "Let's... get you cleaned up, okay? I... we will take care of the rest." The change in his wording made you press your lips together. It wasn't anyone's job to do this except your own, and for a moment, you imagined yourself curling up next to the child that died crying and begging for you to save it.

You stood up only barely on shaking knees, trembling hand reaching out to close the small girls eyes, and you could feel the cold tears and skin stinging your palm. "It is alright, Lyney. Your father and I will take care of her ourselves..." You looked over your shoulder at the woman who had yet to move or say anything ever since she silently entered the room a while ago. You could see the cold glint of her eyes in the dark, her face otherwise covered by the shadows as she sat calmy and collected in her chair. She knew it was over the moment the girl was brought in by a couple of Fatui agents, th failure of her mission being crystal clear by the deep wounds and burns on her body. She never stood a chance. She wasn't experienced enough, not skilled enough. But the weak get eaten, as the Knave would often say.

Lyney gave you a hesitant look, his mouth opening to protest before he stilled at his Father crossing his legs expectantly. He understood the silent order. "... Ofcourse, Mother. Call my name if there is anything I can do for you." He said, a hand on his chest as he bowed before quickly taking his leave. When the door creaked open, you could have sworn to see the flickers of Lynette and Freminet staring back at you solemnly before they disappeared in the presence of their brother. You stared at the closed door for an unknown while, nearly zoning out, until you let out a shaky sigh. "Make her grave beautiful, perhaps with a blue ribbon attached to it. She loved those." You muttered, the exhaustion finally hitting you full force and making you feel faint. Your body felt heavy, feet dragging across the floor as you also made your exit, the only awknowledgement you received being in the form of the woman leaning her head against her palm idly whilst she closed those cursed eyes of hers.

---

There wasn't much of a funeral for the child.

A couple Fatui agents simply made a hole in the ground like they did with all the others and then lowered the small casket into it, before tossing dirt back in until it disappeared and only the stone with her was left as proof that the child ever even existed. It was a routine at this point, one everyone was used to. Everyone but you. Perhaps the years had made you soft. Perhaps the love and gentleness you gave these children had made you weak. But here you were, standing under the rain and staring at the grave for hours now, unmoving. The water had drenched through your clothes, ran down your face, made you shiver from the cold, despite feeling too numb to fully realise that. Arlecchino stood at your side, an umbrella laying in the wet dirt by her heeled feet from when you pushed it out of her hands and away from you defiantly.

The silence was deafening, filled with the constant tapping of water against your clothes, the metal on the Knave's uniform, and the stone of the sea of graves around you. "How many..." You whispered weakly, trying to form words through incoherent thoughts and the lack of sleep you've had lately. "... do I have to see die before it's enough?" Arlecchino said nothing, and you were nearly convinced that she didn't hear you if it wasn't for her hand twitching.

You let out a disbelieving laugh, a hand covering your face, trying to ease the pain that plagued you deeply. "You'd think that I'd be used to burying children by now... but I... it hurts me." You didn't want to break. In fact, you had never broken before. But as you stood there amongst the many angels that you burried, the many angels that had all once stained your hands red, you began to wonder why you ever even agreed to this. You weren't like your wife. You couldn't be a "Father". You just didn't want to be one.

You buried your face into your hands, imagining the suffocating feeling of their final wish being the same as the pain of strangulation. They reached for the skies and reached for freedom they could only brush shortly with their fingertips before they were covered in dirt to never see what they desperately yearned for again.

"We always took pride in having become something better, different than her... and yet look at us, Peruere! We just became exact copies of her instead! Oh, the shame!" You whispered through strained sobs, voice distorted as you crumbled to the ground in guilt. You had been defeated, and yet Arlecchino still stood so tall, her eyes staring at your shivering and trembling form. She didn't say a word, or perhaps she didn't know what to say. "How many children will you make me stain my hands for?" You asked finally, but the silence told you all.

Peruere loved the children you raised together. But Arlecchino, the Knave, had an objective, a mission. Eat or be eaten, a reality that even hurt her deep down. And yet the curse she had since birth prevented her from feeling it any further than a passing acknowledgement.

"... Stand up, (Y/N). We need to get home... our children await us." She simply responded after your heavy breaths became shallow, and you simply laid there limply at the foot of the grave. But her voice conveyed a certain gentleness she only ever extends to you. It was like the warmth of a summer rain, refreshing and light as it rippled through your heart. With swollen eyes, you watched her reach an ungloved hand out to you, her gaze expectant and yet so unreadable. You felt like a child that powered itself out after a tantrum, the exhaustion and defeat crippling your soul, when you finally just took her hand after what felt like a long moment of consideration.

She hummed a gentle praise against your ear as you slumped against her, face pressed to her shoulder whilst you trembled now from the cold that nipped at your skin through your drenched clothes. Arlecchino wrapped an arm around you, her pensive and yet still so stern gaze drifting through the graveyard filled with those buried angels, as you often called them. Perhaps it was a moment of calm reflection, that made her grab onto your face and wipe away a tear.

"You are nothing like her." And yet, the Knave didn't deny that she might have fallen to her fate herself. Just not you. Never you. "These tears, this hurt you speak of, they are all proof of it. You shed tears for them, for us. Only a good mother could do such a thing." The words she spoke had a deep meaning, one only you two understood, and that made your heart flutter. You looked away, trying your best not to burst into tears again at the tragedy of the situation, but it was so hard when Arlecchino got like this. She only rarely showcased such blatant affection, such blatant declaration of her deep yet rather complicated love for you as her wife. "Please... Let's go home..." You simply whispered, which made her nod in approval.

You gazed up at the skies as you walked away, sunlight beginning to filter through the thick clouds and making you frown bitterly as it warmed your face. Arlecchino's hand meanwhile rested against your back, her watchful eyes gliding across the endless meadows you passed by, and for a moment, she could hear her children laughing, squealing and frolicking through the tall grass. They chased each other in a game of tag, running as fast as they could away from the two of you, over a hill and into what the Knave imagined to be their freedom far from her cold and stern ways. She cracked a bitter smile, one of acceptance as she glanced down at your tired, silently crying and trembling form.

Arlecchino was perhaps wrong after all. Maybe in the end the children did need a loving, nurturing mother instead.

What a shame, that it was too late to go back now.

Alright, so this took me all day to write, and I'm not sure if it's good, because I'm still very sick... but I still hope you liked this, Anon, and thank you again for the request!!!<33

[evilminji]

Behold! o/ The Face Of Benevolent Evil!

Mr. Principle! A professional hero and educator!

Also possibly some sort of stoat hybrid! Certainly a chimera of Japanese fauna! With the Quirk High Specs, he is one of, if not THE, smartest beings on the planet of which he resides! With a background perfectly justifying a decent into hatred and villiany, he instead chose to channel his incredible world shaking intellect into the shaping of future generations!

He likes to fuck with people!

For FUNSIES~☆!

What can he say? It keeps a man young and mentally stimulated! Plus the hysterical screaming of his staff and students is HILARIOUS. He can even argue it makes for good reaction training! Unforseen situations, children! React!!! *psychotic chortling*

Mmmmm, yes. We all have our trauma responses. Ways we deal with them. He should probably find other means... but he won't! Tea and tormenting the student body make for good future heroes, you know! They adapt!

But! You may ask! Why am I introducing you to this... *polite yet somehow deeply threatening smile* c-completely sane and normal individual!? Esteemed educator that he is! Ha ha...

A good and not at a under threat question!

Villains? Are fuuuuuckin STUPID!

Doesn't matter how many PHDs you possess! In fact! That makes it WORSE! You moron! You absolute fool! No traveling circus would have you, you sub-rate CLOWN of a jingle jangle dunce jester! You have a god damn PHD! Possibly MULTIPLE PHD!

And you thought "ooooh I should go into cwiiiiime~☆"?

Do you hear yourself when you talk? DO YOU?! Ooooh boohoo. They won't let you study what you WANT to study. It's called an ETHICS BOARD. And YEAH, NO SHIT! Maybe get over it and keep you fucked up fantasies to your SELF.

Or? If you REALLY can't hold it in? Lay the ground work like EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE! You're not special! Everyone wants to play god! It's FUN! They let you have the COOL toys! But you have to EARN that shit! Not jump straight from graduation to "fucked up superscience"!

And? If it's NOT the Ethics Board? But just some bureaucrat on a power trip? You don't have to fucking STAY. This? This RIGHT HERE? Is why I-Island fucking EXSISTS.

APPLY.

They are SO MANY countries you could move too. SO MANY other labs. You actual DUMBASS.

But NO! You decided to commit to a fucked up underground Villian Lab. As though HUNTING THOSE isn't the PERSONAL fucking passion project of THE SMARTEST BEING IN JAPAN. Frankly? You deserve this. You deserve this and our school doesn't know you. Never heard of you. You whoms't?

Coulda changed the world. But instead all you did was piss of The Fuzzy White Demon Lord of UA. Rest in pieces. *click*

*sound of doors smashing open*

*violent Raid Upon Your Labs noises*

But! You may ask? What's IN the Lab?

What MAKES this a DP crossover?

I like your question asking spirit! Good one! And the answer? You know what's better then ONE(1) Nedzu? A second one that you can ACTUALLY control this time! After all! You could consider Mr. Principle a prototype. A proof of concept, if you will. If you were able to make ANOTHER.....

Well, you would set off EVERY. SINGLE. ALARM. Nedzu has set up!

All of them!

Because he don't PLAY THAT.

He has long last trauma from the labs and is the SOLE FUCKING SURVIVOR. There WERE others. They Did Not make it. And their slow agonizing deaths are carved into his brain for the rest of his life. Truely "The living shall envy the dead"; it was a place that made hell seem merciful.

When he declare Never Again?

He fucking MEANT Never Again. He will BURN your empires to ash, with you in them. No More Labs.

So :) You can IMAGINE :) HOW HAPPY HE IS :)

That someone out there is trying to RECREATE his SUPER traumatic childhood, on ANOTHER CHILD. Ha ha! Gonna be a second Nedzu huh? Planning to torture HIM like you did me, HUH? Shove him in a cage and treat him like an animal? Force him to watch as the others die? Collars and whips and cattle prods? Mazes?!

Nedzu may lose his shit.

Juuuuust a little bit.

But if anyone there knows what good for them? They saw NOTHING. What's a little PTSD flashback between friends? Now what is the baby?

Smashcut to said baby!

Because it was a TEAM effort, Danny was successful in "Nuh Uh!"ing out of Rulership. But NOT out of governance. Since he DID help. He's a Councilman now. It's? Not as bad as it could be, honestly. Since it's opened the Zone up to a more democratic system.

Still held by "kick the ass of the person you wanna replace" but still!

Babysteps.

Thing is? There was apparently this weird? Leak? Like a couple hundred years ago, in this one area, that was never addressed. Everyone just moved their doors and stuff. Treated it like the floors flooded. But now that they HAVE someone to complain too?

They all want their territories back.

"Go fix it!" What are we? Janitors?

Danny looses the rock, paper, scissors competition. He's pretty sure Boxy cheated. But like? Dude has a kid to go home too, so Danny doesn't fight him to hard on this. Uuuuuugh. Just remember the Spider-Man motto. Great power~ blah blah blaaaah~

And? Wow is it fucked out there.

The whole PLANET has to be limnal as FUCK. Yikes.

Problem is? When he and his team (Because YES, he HAS learned from his mistakes, Jazz.) get close to the... frankly the Zone here looks like distorted spiderwebbing. With him leading the charge, obviously.

....something happens.

It's... it's not a portal. Wrong color. It's like someone USED the weird spiderwebbing effect to... to reach INTO the Zone? But they are severally Limnal. Clawed hands, blue tint. But that's not the problem.

No, the problem.

The Horror.

The thing that his team can only watch on in agonized terror as it plays out... is that hand? It shoots out of nowhere. Ghostlike in the Zone. Meaning it must be living. And PLUNGES directly into Danny's chest to wrap around his core.

Time seems to slow.

He can't even scream in pain. At the violation. His team, acquaintances, yes, but friendly ones. Can not even cry out in horror, as they watch their friend and team lead be butchered before them. Before that uncaring hand is ripping back. Perfect ice and starlight in its uncaring grip.

For a terrible moment... he is in two places at once.

Then he is crushed in a burning grip. Like molten bars. Watching his own body dissolve into nothing in an instant, pain and horror still etched upon his face. The beginnings of screams ripping from his team as they jerk away from the nightmarish threat.

Then he can not think at all.

He... he TRIES. Knows he has been captured. Is certainly not the sort to give up easily. But... he's so tired. His body feels? Weird. Not wrong, per say. It's HIS. But... small and weird. Like he's shape shifted into a new form and hasn't adjusted yet.

....

.......

...........

He's getting really sick of all the goop against his whiskers and in his ears. It feels WEIRD against his fu- WAIT a second... did those assholes shove him into an animal? Why?! To contain him? Ha! Jokes on them! He's DONE THIS before!

For FUN!

He once spent a whole ass summer as a tiny dragon just 'CAUSE!

Unfortunately, said assholes notice him waking up. Dump him in a glorified hamster cage. But like.... a SHITTY "I don't care about the pet I bought" hamster cage. Dude. And he's naked.

Is that Japanese? Ooooh! It IS! Thank you, Tucker's Weeb phase.

......actually, never mind. Lotta dehumanizing language there, my guys. What is this? The GIW international? You couldn't even give me PANTS? Swear to God, call me an "it" ONE more time and the next time I have to go? I am going to aim through the bars at your-! *alarms going off*

....wasn't me.

I mean, be all means, ha ha and get fucked, but? Wasn't me. Oh hey! Some one exploded the doo-

AND? In Lab 4?

Nedzu finds a child with fluffy, ungroomed black and white fur, and the curious yet cautious eyes of a survivor. They are the most magnificent green, pale and luminous they glow in the laboratories lighting. Paws too big for his small frame, delicate ears on the swivel, equally large. Yet to grow into either. Adolescent, at best.

He watches the child take him in. Note his features and the chaos behind him. The injured scientist under his feet. Come to him conclusion. Nedzu will not rush him. Now that he... he stand the chance to be the hero he himself never had. It is a strange feeling. At once cathartic and unbearably painful.

He is given the equivalent of a cheerful grin, as the lad points the the lock on the cage. Is asked if he happened to bring a spare pair of pants. He can not help his amused chortle as he makes quick work of the lock. The unbearable RELIEF he feels.

He... he was not too late.

These monsters had no chance to crush the boy's light. To make a monster of him, like they did with him. He survived his laboratory, his hell. But not all of him left that terrible place. He knows that. Some innocence, some goodness, died alone in the dark. But here? He insured there would be no chance.

With amusement, he watches the boy turn the lab upside down until he finds spare scrubs. Triumphant, he then considers his own, tiny claws. Dismisses them. Attempts to hop up on a chair to retrieve something sharp. It? Is unbearably cute. To watch him rip and shred, problem solve. His little mind churning away. Whiskers twitching as his eyes dart around, considering his options.

Nedzu offers one of his spare knives.

Watches him light up.

Adorable~

@legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @lolottes

[twisted-king]

Salve! You're response from my previous question is appreciated and helpful.(^-^)

I was wondering what your character limit was since I wanted to make a request. Is it possible if you can do a hc with Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, and Idia Shroud with a F!S/O that has snake bite piercings?

Like, they didn't know it at first but F!S/O just randomly bought it up. How would they feel about said piercings? Do they find it attractive? Or looks down upon them? I'll leave it up to you♥︎

You don't have to do it if you're uncomfy about piercings♥︎

(Also, have you heard of the "Beta punk Jade"?👀)

Thank you for your time!(^-^)/♡☆ミ

ooooh absolutely!!! I have a few ear piercings myself actaully aha..

Beta Jade being a little punkish is SO funny to me.

Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, and Idia Shroud

with an S/O who has snake bite piercings.

Kind of short this time...

Trey Clover

He thinks they are super cool!!

He would never do that to himself becasuse ouch pain.

Like when you brought up your own piercings to Trey he's like "Oh thats cool- did they hurt??"

And he legally has to ask "Do you have to brush your teeth any differently?"

Lowkey thinks its hot.

He's a tad bit plain so he does have moments where he's a little... judgy about it?

Like they'll get caught on something and he'll make a comment on it

"See, this is why I don't have any piercings myself"

Outside of small moments like that he's real chill!

Jade Leech

Oh?????

He's observant!!! he noticed right away <3

But he'll keep to himself for now.

So when you bring up your piercings Jade finally gets to ask some things he's been dyyying to know about.

"So, humans pierce more than their ears... interesting."

Jade lowkey wants one too,,,

He'd like to match, but you definitely pull them off better in this eyes (Jade heart eyes)

Maybe with enough convincing you take him to get a matching one!

Happy eel boyfie

Jamil Viper

He's busy, so you DO kind of need to mention it, like he'll notice but forget to comment

Huh? oh? your lips, they have metal-

"Snake bite piercings...? really?" then he does a little smrik because

You got snake bites

his last name is Viper....

Weird sense of pride about them.

He ADORES THEM

I think Jamil would like to lightly poke at them sometimes, he kind of sees them as a reminder of himself and your relationship.

He doesn't want his own, but maybe he'd get you some fancier piercings when he spots them now!

Idia Shroud

Yeah you,,, you HAVE to tell him

WHOAAAA holy shit that so pog babe- anyways.

"Eh? You actually got a snake bite? ohmygods this is JUST like my fanfi- I've said too much."

Idia REALLY likes them (he has a crush on you how embarassing!!!)

He kind of just... stares sometimes. He's looking at your face but he pinks up a little when he sees the piercings.

Idia also kind of wants them but he is way too scared to actually get anything othert than his ears pierced (With good reason too i have no doubts he was weak skin)

You also notice he is not so subtly changing his pfps to characters with piercings

He thinks ur rlly cool...

[stinkylittleanon]

Ooooh welcome home requests

.....maybe some snuggle hcs for wally if that's cool I just wanna pick him up and twirl him and squeeze him so hard he squeaks like a dog toy

If that's cool of course

OH MY GOD I KNOW I'VE BEEN AWAKE FOR 23 HOURS BUT!!! I NEED TO WRITE THIS, I GOT SUCH A SILLY IDEA FOR THIS!!!

Wally snuggle headcanons!!!

So first of all, it all starts out with Wally talking to Julie! They're having so much fun as Wally is sketching something!

But... Then there comes you! You're walking by, thinking about something...

And with you being taller than Wally... You pick him up from under his shoulders, shocking the poor guy AND Julie

"Sorry, I'll be takin' him" "Oh! Okay! Have fun, Wally! Have fun, neighbor!"

You walk off with Wally, holding him under your arm like a football and he kinda just... Let's you

"What do you need, neighbor? Why have you taken me?"

And when you casually take him over to a tree, sit down with your back against it, an hug him while he's on your lap... OOOOH this man is over the moon.

He hugs back, resting his chin on your chest while he stares up at you... Kinda creepy, but you just keep snuggling with him! To the more basic headcanons!

Cuddling Wally is actually super sweet and super nice

His hair is fluffy, and all of him is just fuzzy... He's unusually cold, but you're so warm...

He specifically likes when he can face you and wrap his arms around you. He likes looking at your face... You just look so peaceful

It becomes a daily occurrence that you AT LEAST give him a hug. It's like a little greeting

Pick him up and twirl him as much as you like! He kinda goes limp on your arms and you're free to snuggle as much as you want!

he does squeak btw... Just... Just to let you know-

OH MY GOD When he's laying on his stomach and doodling, just scooch up next to him and cuddle up next to him and watch him draw... He loves it...

He goes... Oddly quiet when you two cuddle, and his pupils get big

But his focus is on you. And only you. And how nice it feels to have someone close...

Just...

be careful...

He might get a bit too clingy

[darkxsoulzyx]

What do you think about scoundrel sans and bill sans?

OOOOH! When bill sans was first conceptualized in the fandom (fairly early on, I think roughly 2016-2017?), I thought he was pretty neat ^^ Undertale crossovers weren’t anything new back in the day (still isn’t now haha), but I really liked the design that was conceptualized for him!

Now though, I think my affection towards bill sans has slowly increased over time haha 💞 The concept and design really are great, and I like what he brings to the fandom lots!

As for Scoundrel, I’ve seen him around a bit (especially in the animation meme community!)

I don’t know entirely too much about his lore other than probably base-level stuff, but I often see him depicted with the bad sanses! As for how I feel about him, I’m generally neutral on him. I know there are some out there that really like Scoundrel (which is super cool!), but he isn’t really my cup of tea 🐟 Still a pretty cool character though!

[sillygoose067]

Charles's Angel(s)

Ch. 45

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Author's Note: Short and sweet (hopefully). Fluffy(ish), talk of influencers and influencer trips. Basically a whole chapter of y/n and Kika.

While “talking sense into you” certainly did not include caressing and making love to you in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, it did empower you to gain enough confidence to pack some of your more fashionable clothes for your impromptu trip.  

“Aren’t you going to miss me?” you pout at Charles. “It’s almost like you want me to leave.” You feign hurt, making your boyfriend frantically grasp for comforting words.  

“No, baby, it’s not like that– I just...” 

You laugh, placing a hand on his chest and pushing up on your toes to peck his cheek. “I’m just joking, Herve. Relax.”

…

Of course, Charles takes the liberty of dropping you off at the airport, where an overexcited, jittery Kika is waiting for you.  

"Okay, we need to have some ground rules.” 

“What do you meaaaan? I’m going on a trip to have fun. There’s no ‘rules’ in ‘fun’!” 

However, your boyfriend is super serious when he cuts you off. “No staying out too late, no getting too drunk without Francisca around, no taking things from strangers, no forgetting to video call me every night, and no not having fun,"  he finishes counting off his fingers.  

“Okay, dad” 

“One more snippy comment, and I’ll show you how brats get treated.”

 "Byeeee,"  you wave and blow a kiss to your boyfriend, who’s standing at the gate, arms grossed, shades on, and looking like the epitome of rich, golf dad. Or maybe Daddy. Definitely looking like a rich Daddy. But like, a rich, racecar driver kind. That you already bagged. You smile to yourself at that. 

…

The flight was alright, but you were in first-class with Kika, which meant you were asked to join her when she filmed the entire time; the food and reviews, drinks, shows, getting un-ready, and getting ready before landing. Obviously, you’d never done any of those things on a plane before, too worried about the looks you’d get from the other passengers. But having someone else do it with you definitely took away a lot of the anxiety, and you had lots of fun doing the skincare with your friend.  

“Wow. This is what people come to see when they visit Bali?” you ask, blown away by the beautiful sights.  

You’re led away by Kika until the two of you reach a top-tier hotel, where you’re checked into a single room. Ooooh, like sleepover, your inner child giggled.  

Then the next few days, you go through the motions, following Kika’s instructions and getting thoroughly surprised when an extra care package is sent to the hotel– for you. You read the little note inside.

“Dear Y/n, 

We are honored that you have decided to join us on this trip and would like to announce that we’d like you to become an ambassador for our humble company. An established young woman and talented artist like you is bound to make an impact on the world, and we’d simply like to be a part of the journey. 

Thank You,

[A company that you’d like to collaborate with’s name]”

As Kika reads the note over your shoulder, she embraces you out of sheer excitement. “Oh my god! They want you to be an ambassador?!?!? That’s such a cool opportunity! They only asked me to try on and recommend their products, but if they asked you to be an ambassador, that means they either really like the content you filmed with me or you're famous.” She looks at you suspiciously. “Are you famous?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Uhm, a little bit? Do you… not know what I do for work?”

“Girl, you’re famous, and you didn’t tell me?!?”

“Okay, I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself here… I’m not that famous. Just within the industry, but it’s not like the world knows me.”“Well, now they will,"  a cunning smile creeps onto her beautiful face. “Come, let me see what you brought. We need to dress you in the most stylish clothes possible. And then send pictures to your darling boyfriend to drool over.”

[kaeyx]

reader getting hit with some aphrodisiacs/love potion while on a mission with chuuya and they just start feeling him up begging to be fucked and filled by him right then and there as if you two arent surrounded by multiple corpses

Ooooh i absolutely ADORE this trope it's so fucking juicy..... Especially if you both have feelings for each other but are super repressed/trying to be respectful/think that it's not mutual!!

You get sent to take down a lab or underground drug growing operation because it's starting to infringe on PM territory but fuck knows what they're putting in there.... Anything they can get for cheap probably. You knock over a beaker or spill a tray or cut open a brick to inspect it and get hit with a strong dose of whatever crappy new designer drug these people are putting out. Chuuya of course makes you sit down and drink water, and immediately calls ahead to get a doctor ready to do blood tests and monitor you because who knows if you could overdose on something dangerous. You're already shifting around, sweating, breathing heavily and getting hot to the touch like you have a fever, your pupils are blown and your skin is flushing... Chuuya is so worried and sits down next to you, looking away respectfully when you take your shirt off and run it under a tap to get it wet before draping it over your forehead to cool down. You look irresistible to him, half naked and sweaty, breathing hard, you smell so strong too...

[nifreti-ii]

Reactions to Day 3 !!!SPOILERS!!!

SPOILERS! EFF OFF IF YOU HADN'T PLAYED YET!!!!

Little blurbs from day 3

Mmm bbg, but bbg girl is more frustrated than usual

Nuh uh bean, dont care if its meant to be, that rabbit is being put down. It’s better to just put something out of its misery rather than letting it suffer (bombastic side eye)

THE ANIMATION JUMPSCARE :0 I was not expecting that nice touch :3

OH SHIT! Dont give a fuck about how sweet and caring this boy is, only known him 3 days. The second he yells at me I am in complete panic mode and running ( ✨trauma ✨but like no, the way I genuinely got scared fam) tbh my chest is still tight :<

Jelly fish huh… I bet it’s that immortal jellyfish. He’s not immortal (I assume) but long-lived so I can see it.

HA his disguise is so cute! He looks all bundled up omg. SO CUTE AAAAA THE LIL GLASSES AAAAAAAAAAAA. 

THE BLEP! THE BLEEEEP!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-

OOOOH THE WAY I CLAPPED YESSSSSSSS!!! I wanna see you again sweetie omg! So CUTTTTE LAJKHWGDKLJAWHGDJKAGHW!

VIDA? They kind of look like alma? OH MYCHEAL MY HEART AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, he totally got jealous didn't he?

Second run

Oh boy he really is not happy, he’s being eaten up by his thoughts, just wanted to be a silly sleeve flapper :<

OH cutie! So cute when he laughs and smile UGH MY HEART!JKLHG (he’d be the cutest inmate) 

Cool weird word in his language ( I wanna know his real name) and cute lil ticklish mushroom boi (he’ll die of giggle) 

Cant knitt BUT I CAN CROCHET : D (What’s in the box, Mycheal.)

Jesus dude! Don't give me a love confession without the word love in it omg MY FACE!!.

Note, to effectively flirt with mycheal, refer to his appearance positively.  His language is cool and weird af, I like it. OMG HIS FACXE SO BLUE OMG A LIL BLUEBERRY AH!

(THEORY) oki, when we step into the mushrooms on the first day and pass out. Mycheal gives us a tea of some sort that gives us control of our body again. When he overdoses us on the brain effecting stuff, we get nausea the next. He gives us THE SAME tea from before and we feel better again almost immediately. AND THEN when we encounter the mushrooms again he gets MAD, yells at us mad. What if… The ring mushrooms are somehow associated with his species (we know through the blog that Mycheal HATES others of his species 0. 0) and maybe why he gets super territorial about them being in his portion of the forest. This green mushroom cutie intrigues me more and more.

[drawbauchery]

Just for fun here's two of the panels rendered vs just base colours

ooOOH something about that kokichi in particular looks super cool

[samglyph]

Saw your latest post about Ghost Parker - and now I have so many THOUGHTS like how different everything would be during the events of malevolent if Parker was there Like imagine you have a friend, who definitely had some rough times in the past and in general looks like on the break of losing it. He is better now, even if he is still super secretive about his past and it takes you A LOT to make your friend open up to you just a little. He still is skittish but he trusts you and you trust him so that's enough for you. Until the day he suddenly snaps and kills you. And while you deal with the revelation that life after death exists and you are a ghost now, you also find out that your friend is possessed by some weird demon, who was in fact the one who killed you. And now you are forced to watch as a demon manipulates your friend into trusting him and doing all sorts of things you thought your friend would never do. Including actually trusting your killer and being all buddies with him. Including telling things about his past to YOUR KILLER, things that your friend never told you, even though you were friends for much longer

What makes it even more interesting if we take the route where John can see and communicate with Parker. Season 1 John would definitely ignore Parker through everything but what about time during Arthur's coma? Will he give up and talk to Parker? Will it be Parker who will take Lily's place? or because John isn't completely alone and isolated in this scenario, will he try to manipulate Parker too?

And then how does Ghost Parker work? Can he manipulate something, can he manifest? He isn't attached to Arthur's eyes, so he would be able to look through walls or around the room, generally stuff that John can't see because of him being stuck in Arthur's eyes. Will this be what makes John try to manipulate Parker?

(that's what the smallest hint for Parker's content in new episode does to a person, I am sorry for the ramblings, it's just Ghost Parker is such a cool concept and I wanted to talk about him for a bit)

So that sketch was a bit related to an au I came up with way back called threes a crowd where BOTH John and Arthur could hear Parker’s ghost, info here and here however I am kind of obsessed with Parker only being able to communicate with John. Really good concept. What if the only person you could talk to was your murderer and he’s in the process of endearing himself to your best friend and also keeps almost getting aforementioned bf killed.

In tac I imagined Parker being tied to Arthur but instead of controlling something like John, he can occasionally full body possess Arthur for very short periods of time. Arthur loses the time whenever he does this. Also in that au I imagined Parker’s soul being stuck on the mortal plane when they go to the dreamlands, so Arthur and John still get some character development separately, but I think I’d change that if only John could hear Parker. But god ooooh there’s so many fucked up situations that could stem from this Parker the narrative device you are