#poking the bear fr

[shuploc]

you deserve EVERYTHING you've ever wanted for that black and white picture of miguel. i need that man like theres no tomorrow.

Aw man, that's sweet so of you, I don't even know what to say 😭 I was actually pretty afraid I had made it a little too out of pocket, but it seems like it was just right amount lmao.

And not to turn your sweet message into a rant, but it's such a huge bummer so many people are reposting that drawing (and all my other Miguel things) seemingly everywhere, with not a sliver of credit in sight. I have not experienced this level of reposting before, ever, and it's so incredibly disheartening...

But regardless, thank you so so much for the sweet message, I'm really glad you like the drawing! There might be some more drawings like that coming in the future 😌

[the-acid-pear]

I love my phones. I need to make designs for them. They're so fun 4 me. Went to sleep daydreaming. So yipeee.

[mystellenia]

first kiss with abby ୨ৎ

summary: after the romantic tension between you and abby reaches a peak, you two finally share a sweet kiss.

content: answer to this req and part two to this!! fluffyfluffyfluffy! ehehehehehe. i love fluff i love writing fluff. nothing nsfw. just lowk domesticity with abby and then super cutesy pie origami stuff and then a kiss 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 ok toodles enjoy

notes: three weeks of no post i’m sorry my children. i am back!!! classes just finished and now i have summer break so i just had to soak in my freedom from my fuckass med teacher. he can choke fr 💯

(wc 1.6k)

a series of vibrations from your phone rudely pulls you out of your sleep and you swipe your hand across the bed to silence the notifications. you find your phone connected to abby's charger on her vacant side of the bed, the sheets cold without the warmth from her skin to heat them up. she always ran hot—especially during the night—which usually resulted in her yelping at your cold feet pressed to her thighs and trying to absorb her warmth in the hours of the night. 

you raise your phone to your face and are met with four notifications from abby on your home screen. 

abby :p otw back with our loot  

abby :p two berry pastries for the missus and one cream cheese puff pastry for me 

abby :p and nadia gave us two chocolate croissants bc we're super cool 

swiping to unlock your phone, you head to messages and reply to her. 

you YAY thanks you're the best 

you we gotta get nadia a gift card or somethin

you or a bottle of liquor 

you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth with your toothbrush abby got for you for her apartment since you slept over so often. while you load your brush with toothpaste, your phone lights up with a notice from messages: "abby :p loved 'or a bottle of liquor.' " sticking the toothbrush in your mouth, you smile around the minty foam and continue freshening up before abby returns. 

around ten minutes later, you hear the jingle of her keys at the front door and practically skip to the living room to retrieve your pastries. 

abby unlocks the door and pushes it open, a brown bag with a cafe logo printed on it in one hand and a drink carrier with two coffee cups hanging from her ring and pinky fingers in her other. with her few remaining fingers grasping onto her car keys to not drop them, she nudges the door back shut with her hip and locks it. 

her blonde head donns a blue and white trucker hat, the brim of it blocking her from seeing you standing and sheepishly smiling a few strides away. she calls out to you to signal her return. 

"hey, i'm back! and i come bearing gifts. i got-" it's then that abby takes her hat off and notices you inching ever closer. "oh, hi. i got you herbal tea. there weirdly was a lot of traffic today, even though it's, like, seven." 

she continues on as she unpacks everything that she got for you. "then again, i guess kids have school. man, i hated that about high school—waking up early and getting to class on tim- you know what? you're not listening anyway with your food right in front of you," she chuckles. "go on. release! free!" she pokes, using command words for a dog. 

you kiss your teeth and scowl at her, mumbling a "whatever" before tearing into the paper bag. you're met with your two fruit pastries first, then you spot the chocolate croissants abby mentioned under them. 

the two of you stand and eat in comfortable silence in the kitchen, you sipping on your tea and abby picking at her puff pastry. when you finish, you clean both of your spots and abby throws away the paper bag and pastry wrappers, washing her hands after.

after breakfast, you guys ping pong around her apartment, moving from her bed to the couch to the floor and then back to her bed again, all just to talk or scroll on your phones.

hours pass, and after a brief joint nap in her bedroom, you guys now sat on the floor of her living room, light filtering in from her large windows and warming your skin. the floor was littered in origami squares of all different sizes and colors, the origami book abby had gotten for you split open between you two. 

there was a village of origami figures surrounding you, from hearts to frogs to ladybugs to cranes. the book was flipped to a particularly challenging page of an elephant, and you looked over at abby in confusion. 

she was just as confused as you, if not more. her hair was tied in a messy golden knot at the nape of her neck, loose strands crazy and framing her face. her brows were pulled tight on her face, her eyes bewildered and looking at the same piece of paper in her hands as if she'd never seen it before. 

"what step are you on?" she asks, looking at the square in front of you that you were working on. 

"twelve. out of..." you flip the page twice. "god. thirty." you sit up straight to stretch your back out. "i get it, though. kinda." 

"what? show me. i’m on, like, seven. i swear they skipped a step. or forgot to add a picture. just something is wrong." 

you scoot over to sit next to her, pulling your leg to your body and propping your cheek on it. abby places her piece in front of you puts her hands in her crossed lap, her eyes wide and waiting for you to make sense of her issue. 

"okay, let's see." you pull the book closer to you to confirm the step she's on. "step seven is... rotating and folding the back of the elephant." 

"which i did," abby verifies. 

you rotate the piece and immediately find her mistake. "which you did not." 

"what?! where?" 

"here." you trace your finger along the missing crease. "you see how on mine, this part is creased and pointed? like a peak?" 

"uh-huh..." 

"and yours doesn't do that." 

she simply hums, so you look over at her to confirm that she's listening. her eyes are unfocused and locked on your face. they flit between your own and then drop to your lips for a second. the single second feels quite long, though, when she looks so deeply at you in the way that she does, or when her baby hairs draw attention to her blonde lashes, long and very slightly curled around her sapphire eyes. 

she seems to snap out it—whatever it was—and she deeply inhales, licking her lips and refocusing on the task at hand. 

"can you repeat that?" she asks. "sorry, i... i zoned out." 

it was your turn, now, to lose focus and examine her. you stare at her lips, rosy and still glossy from her just licking them. you stare at the corners of them and the ever so slight frown her mouth always pulls into when she's focused. you stare at the little creases in them, the dozens of lines that- 

"are you looking at my lips?" she questions, interrogative and almost paranoid. 

"oh, um, sorry. i was-" 

"why were you looking at them?" she interrupts again, her eyes wild and demanding an answer from you. 

"because, i- well, you just licked them, so- i don't know. because." you swallow, mumbling, "what, can i not look at them or something?" 

her stone stare softens after noticing your flustered state, and the two of you exchange a long and quiet look. 

abby held her breath nearly the entire time. she didn't want to assume anything or read the situation wrong, but your eyes were dilated. they were dilated from looking at her, and just from that. 

as if it were out of your control—like you were magnets—you started moving closer to her. abby could not seem to remember how to control a single muscle in her body, so she just sat and watched you move closer as her cheeks grew pinker and pinker. 

you stop right in front of her face, the tips of your noses kissing and your breaths shared. after a few seconds, you realized abby wouldn't initiate anything, so you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, short and sweet. when you pulled away, abby's eyes remained closed for a few seconds before they slowly fluttered open. 

"you just kissed me," abby whispers in disbelief, pointing out the obvious. 

"i just kissed you," you echo back. 

it's abby who leans in for the second kiss, thick and intense with emotion, her hand sliding up your arm. her hand reaches the back of your neck, and she pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. 

you press your forehead to hers and stop kissing her, an infectious smile taking up your features instead. 

"are you.. are you seriously smiling right now?" abby gasps theatrically with mock offense. 

your smile breaks out into giggles and you press your face into her cheek to hide. 

"wow, i cannot believe this. you are laughing at our kiss!" she teases. 

"stop, no i’m not!" you plead, still laughing. 

"whatever you say." she grabs your chin between her fingers and pulls your face back to look at you. peppering kisses on your cheeks, she relents on her taunting.  

"are you gonna show me what i did wrong, or what?" she says, referring to the initial topic of her paper elephant. 

you smile back at her. "yeah, i will." 

"okay." she presses one last kiss to your temple and then waits for your instruction. 

"i was saying, there's supposed to be a crease here, on what'll be the back of the elephant." 

abby nods and hums like she's listening, but really, she smiles at your profile as you continue to speak. 

@abbysbug @abbyonmars @abigails-gf @picklesarenice69

heheheh all done!!!! this was so cute to write especially the end like i was talking to @abbyonmars while i wrote the end and we were fangirling over typed words and pixels. but what else is tumblr dot com for if not to fangirl!!!!

[a-hazbin-reader]

I hope this is an okay thing to ask for but could you do headcanons of Alastor with female reader on her- time of the month?? (Kinda wondering what to be like for him with all the blood ya know???) 🙇🏻‍♀️ please, thank you!

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being nasty, canon cannibalism mentioned, menstruation(wish I got a TW for that in real life fr)

Description: ☝️⬆️

Can literally smell it coming before you even have a chance to check your calendar

Creep

He's like a fucking shark, smelling you from miles away

Maybe it's his affection for you but you're the one person he reacts this way to, he's fine around anyone else on their period

If you forget then he's not going to remind you because he likes waking up to the smell of your blood

Don't worry though he'll take care of the sheets and your clothes, he's got you bby girl

Tbh Alastor is practically starving whenever your period starts, the coppery smell making his mouth water constantly

He's sipping tea and you walk by?? Oops, the cup is crushed in his hands and he's sitting there with tea and broken glass all over him

He wants to devour you all the time

Definitely just finds opportunities to bite you and draw blood so he can stave off his desires

Don't worry it feels good

Eats at Cannibal Town more often

Other than that, he tends to pamper you when you're on your period

You're craving something??? Don't worry, Husk or Niffty will go get it for you! He'll snuggle you while you wait

Wait actually that looks kinda good give him a bite

Fuck off

He steals a bite anyways, forcing you to feed him a little nibble

Thank you love

You're experiencing cramps?? Do you want him to massage the area for you? You want a hot water bottle? He's got you

You just want to cuddle and be held? He can spare some time for that, just let him close the door first

No

Bby please he has a reputation to uphold

Loves when you have mood swings and snap at the others, encourages your anger

He's a shit stirrer

He literally just likes poking the bear and pointing you in his current victim's direction

"My dear, I thought you knew that Angel ate your sweets..."

As long as it's not directed at him

If you turn your anger on him then his ears fold back and he finds an excuse to run off

"I'm sorry my dear but Charlie is calling for me! We'll have to continue this conversation for another time!"

Coward

"Alastor, Y/N is looking for you-"

"I'M NOT HERE"

If your mood changes to sadness and you start crying then he panics and freezes up

"I-uh-I'm...sorry..?"

Makes awkward grabby motions at you then stops

He hates seeing you upset but he's an asshole and doesn't know what to do, doesn't want to make it worse

Idk if he's ever made a genuine attempt to make someone he cares about feel better

Alastor doesn't want to be the reason you're crying

Will just ask you what he can do to make it better, gripping your chin so that you have to look at him

He's serious

Whatever you ask of him he'll do it and he'll do it himself, no sending someone in his place and no fuss

Is visibly relieved once you're calm again, rubbing your back and letting out a sigh

Alastor is as attentive as he can bring himself to be when you're on your period, but you still have to put up with a lot of his shit

I hope this is what you were asking for 🥺

[2d-reality]

Little Things (The Prince of Demons)

characters: Diavolo, GN!MC navigation: Diavolo | Barbatos | Simeon | Solomon | Luke | Thirteen content/warnings: little things you do, out of love. dateables edition! fluff. could be read as platonic but why would u word count: 862 notes: Alas, Dia is the only one I have finished as of now on account of how my work/life balance has been absolutely wacked recently. I'll get around to the rest eventually, I promise! I have bits and pieces here and there but the dateables don't flow as easy as the boys. Mephis will likely not be included bc I'm not even vaguely familiar with his character, and because we are both horse girls and he is my bitter rival on principle. I stared at this piece a lot but did I edit it? no

Diavolo was a lonely man. He knew a lonely childhood, tucked away in the Demon King’s palace with only the grounds staff as company. He attended lessons alone as he grew up learning what it would take to shoulder his father’s throne once he came of age. When the reigning monarch fell into his dreamless slumber, Diavolo had effectively lost yet another lifeline to anything resembling a normal existence-- a parent. As a young man (or, rather, the demon equivalent of a young man), surrounded by nobility of all kinds vying for his attention, he knew they only saw Diavolo, the Crown Prince. Even the brothers, who were the closest to being considered his friends, played along with his antics out of duty. No doubt Lucifer drilled it into them to be accommodating. 

Sometimes he felt as though he was cursed-- paying for his original sin by bearing his existence, at the end of the day, alone. 

That was, at least, until you came along. You, so small and fierce and human. You, who upon meeting him at the beginning of your tenure as an exchange student, held his gaze squarely and didn’t back down, even when he could practically smell your fear.

You, who for whatever reason, be it ignorance or sheer, unmitigated gall or something else entirely, didn’t for a moment treat him any differently than any other demon you met. Once you were comfortable living among magical beings, it was as if the floodgates opened. Despite horrified reactions from Lucifer and gentle chiding from Barbatos, you told him when his jokes were stupid (even if you still laughed), slapped his arm companionably when greeting him, and called him by a myriad of silly nicknames. 

Your friendship is the most precious thing Diavolo has ever received in his long life. You aren’t one of his subjects, born to defer to him whether you wanted to or not. You aren’t an angel, who gave him a cautious respect for the good of your realms’ relations. You didn’t even know he existed before you came to the Devildom. You chose not to see the heir to the throne, and instead saw Diavolo-- a gentle giant with more love in his heart than he was born to carry. Diavolo, who would go to the ends of all three realms for those he cared for. Diavolo, who was loud and boisterous and always wanted to be involved. Diavolo, who liked cigar cookies and video games and could be a bit of a goofball. 

He cherishes every aspect of your relationship. He loves when you send him blurry photos of various pairs of objects or animals you see when out and about, with the caption "us fr <3”. He loves getting links to dumb memes in the middle of the night, followed by laughing emojis or “this u??” You poke fun at him, bite back with quips when he makes jokes at your expense, and play silly little pranks on him. His favorite is when you gesture to something on his coat, only to flick the tip of his nose when he looks down to investigate. He’d long since caught on to that ruse, among others, but your bright smile and chirping laughter when you teased him for falling for it yet again are too precious to him to not play along.

He even appreciates the times that you turn down his invitations to spend the weekend at the palace with him, citing exhaustion from the brothers’ antics or pressing schoolwork from RAD. You’re not automatically agreeing simply because you have no choice-- you spend your limited, precious time on him because you want to. More often than not you made up for declining by showing up entirely unannounced some time later, cloaked beneath a spell to shield you from Barbatos’ sixth sense for his Lord getting up to shenanigans, beckoning him to sneak out with you to suck on thick milkshakes in some cramped corner booth and giggle conspiratorially like a couple of misbehaving teenagers. 

When he’s around you, Diavolo feels like he can breathe. He doesn’t have to worry about keeping up appearances. You aren’t looking for political sway, or funding, or an elevated social status. For the first time in his life, he can set aside his heavy burden and feel... normal. He can ruffle your hair, and only half-heartedly hold you back from practically climbing him to dig your knuckles into his scalp and return the favor. He can laugh when you swat at his hand as he reaches across your plate to steal a few of your fries. He wears the friendship bracelet you braided for him at all times. He considered charming it to never fade or fray, but when it finally falls apart from wear, your mock exasperation when you tell him you’ll make him another makes him feel so real. 

Diavolo was a lonely man. But now, he has a friend. A genuine, honest-to-goodness friend. You have matching contact photos, and inside jokes. You don’t call him my lord when he comes up in conversation; it’s always my friend. Now, thanks to you, he isn’t lonely anymore.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s your first day at work. Your nerves have simmered over to a nice whirlwind. Even as you sit at your desk, going through the various training materials. You haven’t managed to calm down. Your heart is beating so fast.

Everyone’s been nice. You don’t know why you’re jittering. Like your mother says, you’re overthinking, and like your father says, you need to sit still. You grab the armrests and try to make yourself stop moving. It only makes you want to boil over.

You swivel back and forth and look at your coworkers. They’re all so busy like bees in a hive. They know exactly what they’re doing and you still feel lost as you sift through endless SOPs and corporate training videos.

You see a woman with purplish red curls with a mug, steam curling over the brim. Ah, that’s a good excuse for a break. You still need to figure out the office coffee machine. Daniella, your supervisor, briefly pointed it out during her tour. It’s one of those fancy industrial pod brewers.

You stand and nearly skip between the desks. Be cool. You slow your pace and hold your shoulders straight, your squared toed kitten heels clacking on the tile. You poke your head into the kitchen and find only one other employee inside.

The man’s shoulders are broad and straight as he stares silently at the coffee machine. It grinds and spurts out dark coffee. You come up next to him to peruse the spinning rack of pods, tapping your chin as you think. You peek over at him.

“Hi,” you smile, “any recommendations?”

His pale blue eyes meet yours for an instant before quickly flicking back to his cup. A plain black porcelain mug without any decoration or glitz. You already know which cup you want to bring in; the one that looks like a honey pot and has a small lid resembling a bear sticking his head out with a little honeycomb stitch between his ears.

You take one of the paper cups and a pod of the butterscotch twist. You stand back and wait your turn. He scowls as if mentally urging the cup to fill.

“I’m…” you introduce yourself, “I just started over in Research and Development.”

He doesn’t respond. He puts his hands behind him, clutching them tightly as his forearms tense. The tendons bulge out beneath his skin. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, a grey button up with black trousers. A bit grim but an aesthetic for sure. There’s several rings on his fingers as they curl around each other.

“It’s my first day,” you continue the one-sided conversation, “so… that’s why you never saw me before.”

He growls and grabs his cup as the machine dings. He doesn’t acknowledge you as he turns on his heel and marches out. You watch his back and shrug, blowing out between your lips. You get it, some people aren’t the social type.

You put your cup under the spout and tap the touchscreen. It takes you a lot of poking around to figure out how to brew the coffee. You step back and wait. Caffeine should definitely help your nerves… fuel them at least.

💗

Lunchtime comes and you grab your bento box and head down to the cafeteria. Daniella said you could eat your desk if you wished but you need a break from the screen. Besides, you notice that most people don’t.

You enter the cafeteria. There are tables here and there but they’re already crowded. You notice a few people from your department and head over to that table. Tammy moves her bag onto the seat before you can claim it. You frown and apologise as you back away.

Hmm.

You look around. You don’t know anyone. You don’t mind making new friends but it’s like high school all over again. Everyone has their clique and you’re just wandering in between.

Your gaze falls on the only table with more than one seat free. There’s a single person sitting at it, his head down as he runs his hand over his close cut hair. Hey, it’s… that guy. He didn’t give you his name.

You cross the room and near a chair, putting your hand on the back of it as you hover by the table.

“Hi, um, do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes dart up and he says nothing. He shrugs and sits back, smoothing out the pages of the book in front of him. You sit, your bento box clanging loudly as you do. You give a sheepish smile as he clears his throat but doesn’t look at you.

You flip back the clasp and pop open the lid. He shifts in his chair as you take out your plastic cutlery from the little compartment. You try to be quiet but you can’t help but hit the fork off the side.

You look over at him. He has only his empty mug and a half-eaten protein bar. You look back at your colourful medley of food. Maybe he’s on a diet.

“Do you like hummus?” You ask.

He doesn’t look up. You bite your lip. You’re just being friendly but maybe he’s not hungry.

“Um, uh, you remember me?” You poke at your couscous, “from the kitchen? I didn’t get your name.”

He sighs and turns the page. You nod. Not much of a talker. You let your fork lean on the edge of the bento and grab the sides of your chair, scraping it closer. He snarls and finally looks at you.

You stop and show your teeth like a threatened animal. His jaw clenches and he refocus on his book. You stir the couscous and take a bite, swallowing as your curiosity piques.

“What are you read–”

“I’m not,” he grits and shuts the book without marking the page.

He stands and pockets the protein bar, swiping up his mug and book. You gape at him, stunned. You don’t know why he’s so upset. You’re just trying to be polite. He storms away and you frown at your food. Well, you’ve always got a friend in snacks!

[yurinaa-world]

Hii! I really love your work! I was wondering if you could do a Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan and perhaps Welt (if you want) with a Venti reader? (From Genshin Impact of course ^^)

Characters: Dan Heng, Gepard Jing Yuan, and Blade x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: reader that’s like venti

Warnings: Fluff, spelling mistakes

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

You wrote songs for everyone and anyone; what is your reason? Everyone deserves to have a song woven and sung, even Dan Heng’s story, not “his” Dan Feng only. You insult and don’t even have any of the consequences that come from your actions. Example A: You insult someone, and now you have a gun to your head, but! What are you going to do? Duh, poke the bear with a knife.

You’re popular around the galaxy and very popular at every pit stop. People run up to get your autograph or picture. Every bar wants you to perform for them, since having you there will get them thousands and thousands of dollars.

But you really shouldn’t take up the offer of drinking with other people; it never ends well. Whenever you do that, you end up betting or doing something stupid, which has you coming back to him, drunk out of your mind, and 10 dollars away from being broke. Was it worth it? 100% since the alcohol was free.

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊

Oh dear… You both together are the first thing in the newspaper since you're both popular, with him being the captain of the Silvermane Guards and you being a 5-star musician, getting booked for so many venues, but especially bars. There are a lot of downsides to doing shows at bars, mostly for him.

Having to pick you up from bars all drunk and unable to even lift your head from the table since you were basically asleep, he’s afraid that you might get hurt while you're drunk since he has to carry you on his back while blushing a little since everyone can see, and the next day that moment is on the newspaper.

You love to make songs about him but never sing them until he shows up to watch; he just blushes while listening to your music, yet while you sing, you keep your eyes on him and only him the entire time.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Humor him or humble him with your direct insults (which aren’t really insults), and only you may get away with it since you're together and he’s madly in love with you. You both have something in common. You both influence many people—him with his title and you with your music.

Sneaking away to get the sight of you perform for a whole bunch of drunks, he, of course, is going to stay sober for this moment, watching you like this doesn’t come every day since you're such a shining star, watching you with all his attention on every little detail you do on stage.

But watching you perform isn’t the only thing he’s come here for; you’ve had a bad habit of drinking since the places you perform give you free unlimited drinks since you're their prize guest and they want to come back again to have another show. That doesn’t end well since you come back so drunk. How about he stay with you?

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

You bother him with your songs, and even while he’s resting, you just begin to play with your instrument, and he just looks at you annoyed, 😒 like you are being fr right now He grabs your instrument from you and doesn’t give it back to you, saying sorry, then you're not getting it (doesn’t matter you would get either, even if you say sorry, you're not sorry, he knows your not).

He picks you up when you're drunk, over his shoulder, dizzy and drunk, feeling like you're losing your mind. You couldn’t walk properly because of how out of it you were, but you were laughing and giggling the whole time, teasing and making fun of him, which was so annoying.

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[swordfright]

what are your logistical questions about the guard dog au?

Ohhhh boyyy. Well. First of all I'm sorry it took me like a month to answer this, I got busy.

I wanna start by saying I wasn't around when Guard Dog AU was created, it was before my time (just barely) but I have read dozens of fics with this premise so bear in mind that I thiiiink I have a pretty solid understanding of how GD is supposed to work?? But I could be wrong about some details, in which case please feel free to correct me! Also, I wouldn't normally poke holes in someone's AU because at the end of the day, AUs are supposed to be fun fantasy what-if scenarios and not airtight canon-compliant thought experiments. The only reason I feel comfortable doing it with Guard Dog is because, from what I can tell, this AU wasn't created by any one specific person, it just sort of manifested on twitter in like 2021 and now there are literally hundreds of pieces of fan content about it. What I'm saying is, Guard Dog is The People's AU and that's the only reason I don't feel weird answering this ask.

Yeah, so. My logistical questions are as follows:

What's Sam's motivation for letting Q borrow Dream?

When in the timeline is this taking place? (because that affects EVERYTHING)

What threat is Dream purportedly guarding Las Nevadas from?

How does Dream's presence change the preexisting dynamic in Las Nevadas?

What is Quackity actually getting out of this?

Who does or doesn't have the revive book at this point?

I'll try to address these as neatly as I can. So, my understanding of the premise: Quackity somehow gets Sam to agree to let Dream out of the prison so he can live out the remainder (or some unspecified portion?) of his life sentence acting as security for LN. In some variants it seems like this is happening after Dream gives up the revive book, but in other variants that's not the case or it's left unclear. There are a couple points at which this feels implausible/OOC, namely:

1.) Sam would never let Dream out, even on parole. He does not want Dream under anyone else's watch. He wants Dream in Pandora at all costs. You cannot convince me he would just let someone borrow the prisoner for a bit, for any reason - especially not Quackity, who imo Sam probably sees as a greater threat to his authority as warden than almost anyone. Think about it: aside from Sam, Q has probably had the most consistent contact with the prisoner during his incarceration; Q's violence and general temperament mean that Sam likely knows Q killing Dream is a possibility, and that without the warden's supervision this could very well happen. Sam obviously isn't concerned for Dream's wellbeing, but he does want his prisoner alive because otherwise he's not a prisoner and Sam's not a warden. So yeah. "Just me and him" line etc etc. Dream ain't never gettin' outta there if Sam has anything to say about it.

2.) What is Dream actually capable of contributing to LN? In other words, would initiating Guard Dog actually pay off for Quackity in tangible ways? It depends on where in the timeline we are. If this is happening post-torture era or even mid-torture era, Dream is likely physically incapable of performing the feats of combat he was capable of prior to prison. Hell, even if Guard Dog era is happening instead of the torture era, Dream has still been in prison for a while and is probably already experiencing the disabling effects of prolonged malnutrition and neglect. So if Dream is known for PVP and his PVP skills took a severe blow recently, then what use is he as a security guard? Which brings us to the next question...

3.) What threat is Dream even guarding LN from? Quackity's foremost enemy is Technoblade, who has largely peace'd-out between Doomsday and Jailbreak. Q is evidently not eager to reignite a direct conflict with Techno because he got his ass handed to him last time. Also, he's aware that Techno and Dream are allies, so why would he put Dream in a place that's easier to rescue Dream from than Pandora? You could argue that maybe by publicly turning Dream into a glorified slave laborer Q is indirectly flaunting his power (the power of ownership) in Techno's face, but I don't see this as terribly likely given that (based on some of the visitation dialogue) Q misunderstands the nature of Dream and Techno's relationship. Critically, he doesn't seem to realize that they are comrades in addition to allies. And I think flaunting ownership of Dream would only make sense if you thought you were really hurting Techno in the process - Quackity just doesn't seem to have picked up on the fact that this is even a possibility. Based on all this, the enemy Dream is supposed to be fending off probably isn't Techno, so who is it? Las Nevadas is pretty much a neutral state. Q has people he doesn't like, but his list of Actual Real Enemies is surprisingly short. The population of the server is also comically small, so like...intruders? What intruders??? It's not as if Q really has to worry about strangers breaking in and robbing him or something, which is usually what guard dogs are for. My current answer to this question is that the threat would have to be the Egg. Possession by the Egg can turn people you know into strangers, and the entity that is the Egg can travel/infiltrate new spaces by way of the vines. Also, this conveniently answers the sub-question of "what threat can Dream defend LN against that the actual members of LN couldn't?" If you suddenly have to worry about contamination, it makes sense that you would send someone disposable to deal with the contaminant - not your own friends or employees. Speaking of which...

4.) Dream's presence in LN would change the faction's dynamic and Quackity is sooo poorly equipped to navigate that. Quackity's whole shtick is that he's charismatic because he can't be strong. He's volatile, conniving, violent, insecure, hedonistic, profit-motivated and has poor impulse control, but he's also able to project confidence and affability in ways that have been advantageous to him. There are two sides to Quackity and he seemingly likes to keep them separate. If Guard Dog is happening after the torture arc, then Quackity is used to showing the worst aspects of his personality only around Dream. In Pandora, he's a torturer; in Las Nevadas, he's a leader. So what happens when those two places effectively become the same place? If LN is Dream's new prison, how is Quackity supposed to act there? Sure, he's not particularly kind and caring when dealing with his staff (most of them were recruited via intimidation, after all) but they've never seen the side of him that Dream has seen. How is he supposed to maintain that authority over Dream while continuing to be the version of himself that Fundy and Purple and Foolish and co. know? Quackity talks a big game about (and makes gestures toward) not caring that people know about the torture, but he obviously does have reservations about it. When Wilbur asks him about visiting, he dodges around the question. When he discourages Foolish from breaking in, he's weird and cagey about it even though he knows he needs to come clean. When Tommy confronts him about the torture directly, he says "Don't ever say that, not even as a joke." He's defensive. This is another one of Q's hilarious contradictions: he wants to enjoy the benefits of being known as a dangerous person without the downsides of people being actually scared of him or finding him repulsive. He wants to have his cake and eat it too, and Dream's presence in Las Nevadas puts that impulse in jeopardy. There's a big difference between people suspecting you may have done some torture vs people actually witnessing that torture firsthand, or even seeing its aftereffects. Not to mention, there are now other people for Dream to interact with besides Sam, Q, and the prison guards! That changes things, even if Dream isn't allowed to speak to them directly. In Pandora, Bad and Ant had one job, which was to keep the prison running and keep Dream inside it - that's not the case with the LN crew. These people have shit to do! Foolish is building Quackity a replica of the Eiffel Tower, he doesn't have the time or interest to be a prison guard. I could go on but you get my drift. Things would get so weird so fast.

5.) The revive book complicates all of this. If Dream actually did give up the book and Sam understood how to use it, I could be convinced that maybe he would let Quackity borrow Dream for a bit - because hey, if he kills Dream then Sam can just revive him! However, I don't feel confident saying that Q wouldn't just kill Dream immediately after getting the book. We know Q enjoys torturing Dream, but we also know that he seemingly gets bored of it after a while. We also know he has at least some level of concern for propriety/his own rep, so he does have plausible reasons to just straight-up kill him after getting the book. Like, he got what he wanted (necromancy knowledge + a fun 3 months of recreational activity) and if he kills Dream then that's one less person to potentially spread word of Q's uhhhh proclivities around the server - which, again, he paradoxically does seem to care about. Even if Q's plan was to relocate Dream to LN to better access to his fave chew toy and never intended to kill Dream, would Sam believe that?? Q can't directly go against the warden's orders when he's visiting Pandora because that would be stupid and dangerous, but in Las Nevadas? Hm. I think Sam may see Guard Dog as an attempt on Q's part to move the prisoner to a location fully under Q's control so that he can kill Dream without risking retaliation from the warden. Basically, I think this au only has a chance to work in a scenario where Dream has given up the revive book to Sam, but not to Quackity. Because otherwise, Sam just wouldn't let him go. Quackity does want the revive book, but moreso he enjoys torturing Dream, so I do find it semi-plausible that Q would initiate Guard Dog even if he didn't have the book yet.

Ummmm so yeah! These are my questions and thoughts about Guard Dog! i think it's a really fun AU with a lot of potential, but there are kinks in the premise (pun intended) that I find it difficult to wrap my head around. anyway please talk to me about this because I think about it all the time and I wanna hear some other folks' takes too.

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19.

“Ron!!! Fred, George! I need a set of hands to carry these dishes out to the dining table!”

The Burrow was especially crowded this Christmas holiday, but that didn’t stop everyone from putting up the biggest tree that could fit in the living room, and decorate it with as many ornaments it could hold up.

“Here Molly, let me.” Y/N walked up behind Mrs Weasley.

She cried out indignantly. “What are you doing up on your feet, no you go sit down! FREEEED!“

A 6-month pregnant Y/N merely chuckled and walked back out of the kitchen.

“Here, darling.” Remus said, pulling out her chair for her and grabbing her hand to help her sit down. “You want this?” He waved the pillow he had grabbed from the couch.

“No, I’m good, thanks love.”

Remus placed a gentle kiss atop her head before going to put back the pillow. 

Y/N felt something brush against her feet and let out a little yelp in surprise.

“Everything okay?!” Remus perked up from the other room, constantly on the alert for any small sound of discomfort Y/N may make.

“Sirius!” Y/N chuckled exasperatedly, as she saw a big black dog poke his head out from underneath the table. “Molly’s going to come after your ass for being in dog form where we eat…”

The dog smiled, bearing its teeth as it sat between Y/N’s legs, resting its head atop her belly. It closed his eyes and wagged its tail once he felt a kick underneath his chin.

“Baby recognizes you Siri…”

Y/N felt a hand brush her hair atop her shoulder and a kiss on her newly exposed neck.

“I’m all sweaty from getting up.” Y/N blushed.

“Don’t care.” Remus muttered in her ear.

She chuckled and Remus pulled out the chair beside her to sit down.

“Sirius!” He exclaimed, spotting the dog. 

Just then, they heard Molly’s footsteps approach and Sirius flew out from under the table, scuttering towards the steps.

“Whoa!” Harry said, nearly tripping over him as he came down from Ron’s room. Sirius jumped up on his godson, letting him pat his head before walking away and transforming back to human form.

Ron, Harry and Hermione walked in the kitchen and helped Molly transport dishes onto the dining table.

“I’ll keep the spicy stuff away from you, Y/N?” Harry said, pointing to his dish.

“Thanks, Harry.” Y/N nodded. She was in a point in her pregnancy where the slightest bit of spice would keep her up all night with heartburn.

Hermione hurriedly put her dish down and rushed to the empty chair on Y/N’s other side.

“This seat taken, Professor Y/L/N?”

Y/N giggled. “I’m not your teacher anymore, Hermione, you can call me Y/N.”

“Oh, right.” Hermione blushed.

Y/N pulled the seat out and invited her former student to sit. “How have you been, honey? You need to tell me everything about your semester.”

Hermione sat down gratefully and smiled as she took a deep breath, as that was precisely what she was hoping to do.

The table filled up as the rest of the Weasleys joined and they all ate their way slowly through many delicious courses prepared by Molly.

Y/N heaved a big sigh and brought her hand to her stomach. Remus glanced at her and gave her a look.

You wanna go? His eyes said.

Y/N nodded. Remus winked at her reassuringly and set his fork and knife down.

“Excuse us folks, dove here needs a little break.” Remus announced. Y/N smiled gratefully at him.

“I’m sorry, Molly, it was all so delicious, I think I’ve gotten too much of a good thing even—“

“Oh dearest, of course, do you need help getting upstairs?”

“No, no! Please, stay, finish your dinner.” Y/N exclaimed.

Both Molly and Arthur had gotten up to offer help, as well as Sirius and the twins, but the couple shooed them and beckoned them to take back their seats. 

“No worries everyone, daddy’s got this all in the bag.” Remus chuckled, helping Y/N up.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly at how casual Remus was and Sirius coughed into his glass of wine, muttering something similar to “get a room”.

Remus helped Y/N up the stairs and quickly walked to the bed to prop up the pillows in the way she liked.

“Here we are, love.” He said, taking her arm and helping her get on. “There we go.”

He summoned the garbage can from across the room with a wave of his hand. “I’ll leave this close-by, just in case yeah?”

Y/N nodded, breathing deeply as she clutched her chest. “Thanks. I ate too much.”

“That’s alright.” Remus whispered, taking a seat on the bed beside her and pressing the back of his hand on her forehead just to make sure she wasn’t actually sick.

There was a knock on the door, and Harry walked in.

“Er, sorry to interrupt. I brought a cup of ginger tea, if that may help with your nausea.”

Y/N grinned, “Aw, thank you Harry.”

She patted his arm as he set the mug on her bedside table. “Rem, go back down, I’ll be fine here.”

“You sure?” Remus looked at her sincerely.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon. Go with Harry.”

“Okay…” He said, placing a kiss atop of her head. “Call if you need anything.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She smiled. She waved her wand to summon her book, and to close the door behind them as they exited.

Back downstairs at the dining table, Remus was wolfing down the rest of his plate.

“Blimey, are you eating for two as well, mate?” George jested.

Remus chuckled through a mouthful and said once he swallowed, “No, I just wanna get back to Y/N as quickly as possible.”

+

Y/N stirred in her sleep, eyes fluttering open as consciousness took over her. She was crying.

Remus felt her move in his arms and slowly awoke as well, peeking one eye open. Y/N whimpered slightly, pouting.

“My love…” He whispered, reaching over and brushing his thumb over her tears. “Why are you crying?!”

“Just had a dream that we were all together again.”

Remus’ face fell slightly. He pulled her to him and cradled her head. “We all will be. Soon, I promise.”

Y/N sniffled.

“And if that dream is accurate, I’m gonna be nauseous around 6 months. And have acid reflux.”

Remus chuckled.

“It’s not funny!” She said, lifting off him and punching him.

“I know, I know!” Remus said, beckoning her to come back to him. “Your body is going through the most magical thing there is in the world. I cannot believe how amazing you are. It’ll get hard, but I promise you with everything that I am that I will be here for you. You won’t have to lift a finger.”

Y/N smiled into his arm. 

“Wanna reread Sirius’ latest?”

Y/N nodded. Remus leaned over the bedside table with a languid stretch.

The letter read;

Dear Remus and Y/N,

How’s little cub doing? And mum and dad of course. ;) 

I’m more North now. Weather’s a bitch, but we found the sweetest empty inn to stay in here. Buckbeak’s been happy with it too.

Don’t forget Harry’s birthday is the 31st of this month. I’ve found a pretty lowkey bakery here, I’m gonna try to send him a cake. Poor fellow, it’ll have been weeks he’s stuck with his aunt and uncle. He writes that he’ll be going to the World Cup though with the Weasleys. Lucky fuck.

That’s all that’s new with me. Let me know how you two are doing. I miss you both, my old friends.

Padfoot

+

Later on in the day, Remus and Y/N had gotten themselves to work. The plan was initially to bake Harry a cake for his birthday and mail it to him, but the list quickly expanded to an array of sandwiches, pastries and assorted snacks they knew he liked.

“Am I doing this right, love?” Remus said, bent over the stove as he watched over a pot of cream.

“Mhm hmm”, Y/N said, giving her wand a twirl and the heat under the pot lowered itself a notch. “Just don’t burn it.”

Once the cream had come to a boil, Remus took it within his hands, bouncing slightly as the oven mitts he had on were not robust enough to block all the heat.

Y/N snickered from her seat. “You know you’re a wizard right? You can levitate the goddamn bowl.”

“Yes, but then we’d never have an occasion to wear these.” Remus said, lifting both hands and showing the oven mitts that had small embroidered kittens on them.

“Wait, wait, stay like that.” Y/N got up quickly, running to the room and grabbing the camera to snap a picture of him like that. “Lovely.” She smiled to herself as the picture printed upon the magical film.

“Right, so ganache done, muffins are in the basket already, sausage rolls—“

Remus looked over at the table where they had prepared 9 sausage rolls only to find 2 and half missing.

Y/N swallowed and grinned at him innocently. “I think that stray dog from down the street came in… Besides, he will do fine with 6. Half a dozen, it has a good ring to them.” She muttered sheepishly, packaging them all.

“Gimme a kiss.” Remus said, walking over to her.

“Aw,” Y/N simpered as Remus grabbed both her cheeks, lowering his face down onto hers.

“Your breath is full of sausage roll, you cheeky liar!” Remus pulled away in triumph.

“The baby wants them!!!” Y/N pouted, folding her arms over her chest.

Remus chuckled, leaning down to properly plant a kiss on her.

“Rem..?” Y/N mumbled shyly.

“Yes pup?” He said, pressing his ear against her lips.

“The baby wants caramel ice cream too…”

+

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday! We hope you have an amazing one, although we know you might not be exactly where you want to be. We’ve read your hungry letters and hope you’ll appreciate what this owl can carry from our kitchen; we’ve tried to make all your favourites. 

Sirius tells us you will be going to watch the World Cup with the Weasleys soon! How amazing! Have the best time. I’m quite jealous, if I wasn’t on maternity leave I would have definitely picked up a shift with the Obliviator squad to try to sneak in for free.

We are doing well. Keep writing us and keeping us updated with how you’re doing.

We love you,

Y/N and Remus

Hi Harry, this is Remus as you can probably tell by the handwriting change. Just want to tell you I made 9 sausage rolls but Y/N is the reason you are only getting 6.

I’M PREGNANT! -Y/N

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Remus’ dreams were weird that night. At first, they were of 4 boys aboard what seemed like the Hogwarts Express, absolutely wreaking havoc upon their compartment.

“Padfoot, catch!” James yelled, throwing a handful of jelly beans at Sirius’ face.

“You bastard, throw me ONE at a time!” The long-haired boy bellowed, jumping upon his friend.  

“Sit the fuck down!” Remus said through his tears of laughter. 

“Right, he’s a Prefect now,” Sirius said, straightening up mockingly. “Here Moons, there’s a flavour you’d like by the way.”

He tossed him a red jelly bean, which Remus ate and winced at the flavour.

“Raw steak!” Sirius howled with laughter, slapping his knee in delight at his own joke.

James patted him on the back, “That’s ROUGH mate, here have a square of this,” and he handed his friend a brick of chocolate.

Suddenly, the scene changed and Remus found himself alone in the compartment. And it was dark, and rainy outside. And extremely cold. He was taller. The case in front of him now had “Professor R. J. Lupin” stamped on it in peeling letters. It was freezing, and he felt himself begin shivering until…

The compartment door burst open and in came Ron, Hermione and Harry.

“Pretty good stash this year!” Ron said happily, splaying out the mass of sweets they had just bought from the trolley.

Harry took a seat beside Lupin and grinned up at him. Hermione sat down across from him and picked up his annotated textbook.

The compartment was warm and now full of yellow light. It shined from the door and Remus got up to close it, when suddenly he found himself walking into his own kitchen.

Y/N turned in her seat, and smiled at him. “Tea?” She said. She poured him a cup with one hand while the other caressed her very protuberating pregnant belly.

Remus looked behind him confusedly. The train was now small and pulling away. He looked back at the kitchen table.

“Thanks love,” he said, and he took a seat.

+

Remus woke with a stir and half expected to already be in the kitchen. But no, he was tucked safely in bed, and to his left, was Y/N sound asleep, snoring slightly.

He glanced at her belly under the covers, and it was nowhere as big as it was in the dream. Yet.

Slumping back down on his pillow, he turned to the side and laid a hand on Y/N’s stomach tenderly. And he blissfully fell back asleep.

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SAME, i love that man fr 🙈 so what about you give us some geto cock warming, pretty please 🏃‍♀️🚶‍♀️🧎‍♀️🐩

🐥 (Lol i think i request too much but i can't help it 🙈)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ I love you for this 🐥 nonnie om gahhhhd I am so desperate for him I think I might go insane. I’m literally over here doing backflips bro

Now Suguru and cockwarming….

He’s always on high alert when it comes to you and your needs, rushes to your side immediately, and aids you with complete devotion.

But there were times when he questioned his morals - and his behavior towards you. Because the sweet little girl you usually pretended to me sometimes got caught in a crossfire with the dark corners of your mind. Corners where you wished to test the limits of his unconditional love and care.

But you soon realized that you should've kept those thoughts at the back of your mind, preventing the torturous treatment you had to bear.

"I'm always so nice and sweet to you, princess." You squirmed in his hold, unable to move because of his bruising grip against your hips, his cock lodged deep inside of you.

You try to move, earning some kind of friction, feeling full of his thick girth not enough, longing to receive the addicting pleasure he always gave you. Always didn't include now.

"I'm talking to you, princess." An unoccupied hand took your chin in hand, firmly turning your head to face him, piercing dark eyes not leaving yours, expecting an answer. "It's rude to not answer, you know."

You whine, nails digging into his shoulders and your senses on high alert. "Yes, Suguru. Always so good to me. I'm sorry for acting like that, I didn't think about it. Just, please. I need you."

You felt your heart sink at his low chuckle, stern expression now replaced by a menacing smirk, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as silence followed, eyes roaming over your body.

"You are?" You nodd eagerly, eyebrows frowning as you search his for mercy in his eyes, your eyes lighting up in excitement as his grip left your hip, finger now rubbing tight circles on your clit.

He suppressed a moan once your cunt clenched tightly around his length. "You sure?" You nod again, head falling in the crook of his neck, a shacky moan escaping you, carefully rocking your hips against his. "Yes. I'm so sorry. Never gonna act up again, promise."

You cry out in impatience at the loss of contact, eyes widening at the sight of his dark expression. "Don't you dare move, you lying brat."

Movements stopping, you didn't dare to move any further, too scared of what other punishment he had in store for you, apologetic look on your face as you stay silent.

"See where your shit got you now?" Your sorries fell on deaf ears, his attention now fading from you, as he occupied himself on the phone.

"The more you clench or grind that needy cunt down on me, the longer this will take."

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

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⚡️ glam freddy x reader hcs! 🎩

wordcount: 682 — gn!reader — tws: none — a/n: reblog if ur a glam fred stan and this man makes u go absolutely feral and climbing up the walls and foaming at the mouth— err…. i mean…... reblog if u think this dudes cool

gentle giant - hes 7.8 ft tall cus i Said So >:)

ok but he is absolutely the sweetest guy u will ever meet. literally. hes so sweet and kind and caring he treats u so well omg he js hhhhhh

he cares ab u sm and when i say he cares he C A R E S, he loves u with all his heart, u literally mean the world 2 him <3

always checking on u and complimenting u, always making sure ur doing good and feeling good and always helping u with every single little thing whether u need his help or not, js bc he loves u and he wants to do every little thing he possibly can to make u happy <333

he does actually tease u a lil bit tho, esp since 2 him ur like rlly tiny (since most ppl are like 5-6 ft tall and freddys almost 8 ft lmao) bc he js finds u so cute when ur annoyed and he js cant help poking a lil fun at u!! :p

he would never ever ever ever ever ever E V E R try to hurt u tho, and if he ever did he would just feel so terrible, he just wouldnt be able 2 live with himself, hes always making sure he isnt crossing any boundaries or making u uncomfy in any way at all and he always needs to be 100% sure ur happy and healthy and comfy and content or else he literally just cant live with himself. hes a lil dramatic but he loves u :)

he loves picking u up and carrying you everywhere. he knows u can get around just fine on ur own but he just loves holding you and cuddling you sm he thinks ur the most precious lil angeland he wants to hold u and keep u safe in his arms wherever u go <33333

C U D D L E S. listen to me rn. this man gives the BEST cuddles u have EVER experienced in ur life. no man in the whole world gives better bear hugs and cuddles than freddy. his body is just so warm and soft and strong, and u fit in his arms so comfortably and perfectly, that when he holds u its like being personally transported 2 heaven fr

he loves when u come and cuddle with him after a long day and u just treat him like your own personal stress ball, squeezing him so hard and melting into his arms, it just makes him feel so good and so so so happy that he can make you so happy <33

VERY protective of u, almost in a fatherly way (but he is in no way ur father figure dont take this the wrong way ur not in love with ur father figure i s w e ar —)

u guys have the cutest pet names 4 each other!! ur a precious lil angel 2 him, so he calls u “love/angel/baby/darling” as well as some more personal nicknames like “superstar/star/starlight” :)

goes out of his way, even to the point of missing stage shows, to find u & hang out with u esp if its the only time of day u will get to see each other or if he knows u’ve had a particularly rough day and rlly need someone to hug <3

when hes onstage performing he always winks/waves/smiles right at u, and as soon as hes done he always jumps off the stage, walks right up to u, and gives you the biggest hug and says something along the lines of “so my love, did you enjoy the show?” <3

his love language is acts of service fs, hes always doing lil stuff for you, giving you lil gifts and helping u w lil tasks and just doing everything he can to make sure ur happy and make sure u know he loves u more than anything in the whole world!! (this man is so sweet ong u better treat him right /hj)

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COMMENT: It appears that your forecast for an American Civil War will also materialize. You have pointed out numerous times. People make immediate decisions like conquering Iraq and never think what is the end result. They Have done the same with these illegals. Thank you for pointing out the stupidity of their actions. What will happen when the checks stop. And then they want to disarm us. What a combination.

FR

REPLY: This will probably be the last election in the United States, for we will most likely split into three regional governments. We will deal with that at the upcoming WEC. There is no question that post-election violence will be extreme. Whenever you have this winner-takes-all system and political corruption unfolds, the LEFT is not seeking to govern the nation; they are seeking to oppress all opponents. You are witnessing what the LEFT is doing in the UK.

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Here is Tony Blair’s apology. This is my point. They never think about what takes place after the rash action. This is what we will suffer because of the flood of illegals who are here for free everything vote Democrat. That is why they would NOT allow RFK to be in the Democratic primary. This has all been planned from the start. I told everyone that Biden would step down. They did the debate and ate their own, knowing he was mentally incompetent.

Democracies are supposed to be where people have the right to vote. The Democrats were denied the right even to select their candidate. This is tyranny, for Kamala was merely installed. She will sit down for a press conference but has to bring her VP. She was Border Czar, then put in charge of AI, probably because she should at least spell two-letter words. She was sent to the Munich Security Conference and repeated what the Neocons told her – Ukraine should join NATO, knowing this would poke the Bear.

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Helloooo, a request for the 2K special! (A HUGE congratulations btw, you absolutely deserve it and more)

Eddie, amusement park, teddy bear 🧸

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Thank you bb 💚 I loved writing this for you!

Warnings: allusions to smut (nothing happens, sorry to disappoint), a lil angst, Jason Carver makes an unwelcome appearance

WC: 1.1k

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There’s nothing better than going to Fun Land with your boyfriend. The only thing that gives you more of an adrenaline rush than a thrill ride is being with Eddie. You’re walking hand-in-hand, sharing cotton candy and comparing your favorite parts of the day.

“I mean, I’m partial to roller coasters, but nothing beats watching you freak out when you thought we were stuck on the Ferris wheel,” you tease, pulling a tuft of the candy fluff that he’s holding and popping it in your mouth.

“We were up there for way too long,” Eddie protests, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “I find it incredibly concerning that you weren’t nervous, actually.” He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not some kind of sociopath?”

You shrug. “If I was, would I tell you?” 

Eddie bumps his shoulder into yours and laughs. “Touché,” he concedes, leaning over and chomping on the cotton candy.

“Step right up and win a prize!” a deep voice booms from a game stall on your left. You and Eddie turn to face the barker, who immediately latches on to your attention. “C’mon, kid; come and win a teddy bear for your girl!”

Eddie looks at you and grins. “You want a teddy bear?” He doesn’t even wait for you to respond before he changes his course and sets out towards the game. It’s a simple concept: knock over the three wooden milk bottles with a ball, win a prize.

“‘M actually pretty tired, Eds,” you whisper, removing your hand from his and snaking into his back pocket. “And I wanna save some energy so I can properly thank you for this date, hm?” But your boyfriend is already locked in, determined to get that teddy bear come hell or high water.

“How much?” he asks, digging his wallet from his side pocket. He doesn’t even notice the irritated expression on your face.

“One dollar gets ya three tries,” the barker replies, holding out his hand to collect the money. You know these games are always rigged, but you know that the comment will fall on unwilling ears, so you stay quiet. 

Eddie fishes out a one-dollar bill and confidently slaps it in the guy’s outstretched hand. The man raises his eyebrows back at your boyfriend, clearly amused. He gives him the three balls and steps out of his way. “Whenever you’re ready, Macho Man.”

You watch as Eddie launches the first ball and misses entirely. Same for the second. With the third ball, he manages to knock over one, but it’s still not enough for a prize. His face contorts with frustration, tongue poking out of his mouth in a way that you normally find endearing, but you’re too annoyed to appreciate his cute expressions.

“Care to try again?” the barker antagonizes, and you wish you could slap the smirk right off of his face. 

“C’mon, babe. Let’s go home,” you protest through gritted teeth. There’s no way in hell you’re going to stand by and let him blow his money on a stupid game. 

Eddie brushes you off, handing the smarmy man another crumpled bill. One, two, three strikes. 

“Fuck!” Eddie groans loudly, earning a glare from a nearby mom, ushering her daughter away from the booth. “One more try.”

“No, Eddie. I want to leave.” 

He’s about to ignore you again and scrounge around for some loose change, but he’s distracted by a tanned arm being flung around your shoulder. 

“Aww, Munson can’t even win his girl a teddy bear!” Jason Carver oozes unearned bravado.  

You shove him away, rolling your eyes at his pathetic attempt to get under Eddie’s skin. “Fuck off, Carver,” you hiss. “And keep your hands off of me. Aren’t you with Chrissy?”

Jason laughs. “I can’t be tied down, baby,” he smirks, raising an eyebrow, “unless you’re into that.” He winks at you before leaving, calling back, “When you’re done with the Freak, let me know if you need a real man.”

Gross. 

You turn back to where Eddie was just standing, only to find his spot occupied by some random man. 

“Eddie?” No response. “Eddie Munson!” you try, a bit louder this time. Nothing. 

Marching angrily back to the parking lot, you see him leaning against his van and smoking a cigarette. 

“Seriously?” Your frustrated voice snaps him out of his pity party. “What’s your problem tonight?”

“‘S no problem,” he mumbles, but his averted gaze tells you otherwise. 

You cross your arms over your chest. “Ah, yes, because you insisting on winning me a teddy bear that I didn’t even want and ditching me in the middle of Fun Land is totally normal behavior.”

“Why don’t you talk to Jason Carver about it?” His sarcasm matches yours, provoking you further. 

“Is that what this is about?” You roll your eyes. “You couldn’t win a stuffed animal so you just let some dumb jock ruin our date?” Eddie just takes another silent drag from his cigarette. “Let me ask you: did you see me fling myself into his arms and go, ‘Oh, Jason, your ability to win shitty carnival games makes my panties drop’?”

Eddie can’t bite back his smile. “No.”

“You’re damn right. Because I couldn’t care less about that. Even if he was the teddy bear winning champion of the world, I’d still choose you.” You poke his chest with your forefinger. “Except when you act like this. We could be having sex right now, but you decided to get all pouty over nothing.”

His eyebrows raise at the mention of his favorite activity. “We could still…” he offers, glancing towards the back of the van. 

“Absolutely not,” you shake your head, watching his face fall. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Just get in my own head sometimes. ‘S not fair to you.”

You take his hand in yours, swinging it gently. “You gotta talk to me about it; don’t just turn into an asshole.”

Eddie laughs, stubbing out his smoke and pulling you in for a hug. “Noted,” he says, kissing you again. “Now, how can I make it up to you?”

“Oh…I think you know how.”

~

“C’mon, Eds! Sing along!” you shout over the radio, giggling as he just grips the steering wheel tighter in an attempt to ignore you. “Dancing queeeeen, feel the beeeeeeat from the tambouriiiiiiiine, oh yeahhhhhh!” You nudge him gently. “Don’t be shy!”

“You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your life!” He sings in an obnoxious falsetto, making you laugh even harder. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah,” you agree, smiling contentedly. “I am.”

--

[silverpelt3600]

Halo 2x5 Spoilers

Alright alright alright! Stream of thoughts part two electric boogaloo. Ep 4’s ending was living rent free in my head all this week so we’ll see how this one goes!

- Alright they really got no break in between. And lmao “is that all you got” and John’s face just really saying to stfu.

- RIZ COME ON MAN good grief why do characters always do that GET WITH THE PROGRAM.

- Also, woah, flashback? What the hell was that?

- Makee being weird as usual <3

- Christ John give yourself a minute! Dragging himself across the floor to get to Riz, breaking my goddamn heart. And can Halsey just cut the man some slack?!

- Aw man his face when he said Kai’s name.

- Ughgggg the realizing setting in about everythingggg. John makes me so sad sometimes. It’s probably why I love him as a character tbh though.

- CORTANA the best fr. TALKING BACK TO MAKEE!!! She’s so cool.

- Alright ALRIGHT I see the writers just want to make me cry. John doing his best to disconnect so quickly from Vannak just kills me.

- John staring at the posters of himself. “Join his fight” but questioning if there’s still a fight left to win?

- John’s little side eye with the “now we’re expendable”, jabbing at how Halsey has always thought of their well being second, and her not catching it!

- John giving words for Vannak’s funeral, oh my gosh. Closing his eyes to truly feel that loss and declaring his goal for revenge.

- And Halsey just poking the bear, John making such a statement with the “I’m already dead”.

- ACK THE OLD LADY. Talk about a jumpscare.

- Makee top ten manipulators of all time fr!

- THE UNSC TOOK SOREN’S KID?

- Ugh the contrast in Riz and John’s grief. These two are gonna have me sobbing.

- And you know what? Good for Riz for deciding to making peace in her own way, even if that means separating from John.

- KAI!!!!!!! GIRLY HOW WE’VE MISSED YOU!!! And with one hell of an army no less!

So to recap, everyone is sad or dead or missing, and I’m not okay 👍

Good episode 10/10

[hxxseung]

☆ enhypen soft relationship headcanons because i love them smsm

1/7 !! lee heeseung edition

(there’s a lot so bear with me)

!!☆ fluff

so he’d definitely microwave you ramyeon whenever you’re feeling out of it

microwave because he’s afraid of burning something the sweet man

(it happened once he’s never letting it happen again with you)

and like he’d go to the convenience store at like 2am with you

if it meant you being happy to get that one food you were craving

he’d totally pay and then tease you for not paying

but would forbid you from paying

like ever

AND omg he’d get so so so shy whenever you compliment him

i mean he already does

but like

he’d totally get flustered and like all soft :(

i wanna hug him fr :(

FOREHEAD KISSES. you cannot convince me otherwise.

he would cradle your face in his hands and give you a little peck on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips

and then he’d stare at you until you kiss him back

and then get all happy and shiny when you do omg i love him

he would make it his utmost duty to protect you whenever y’all go outside

like even if it’s just to get the mail he would be like

”no i can do it, it’s okay, it’s really early. you stay in bed i can get it for you.”

SCREAMING ILHSM

but he will endlessly poke fun if you sleep in

remember his iland morning call rap?

yes exactly

“it’s morning, why aren’t you awake? if you aren’t awake, what are you going to do?”

he’s the type to fluff up the pillows before going to bed like

he’d say he’s doing it for himself but it’s very clear that he spends more time fixing your pillow

even though you’re both fully aware that you will be on his chest by midnight

200/10 WOULD SING YOU LULLABIES AFTER BUSY/TIRING DAYS

he knows he can sing and he knows you like his voice so he just wants to make use of it to help you omg crying

kinda backhugs like that clip of his hands on jay’s waist?

that but he’s leaning into you and you’re leaning against his chest

he would love you and your body so much he’s just gonna want to cuddle every time you’re both free

at home? cuddle. in the car? hand holding or cuddling if possible. eating? def shoulder leaning.

physical contact is everything

omg and i had this thought that since he’s like a very leader type

automatically assigned the leader role

he’d want to not really lead per se, hee would totally prefer to follow you

because he wants you to feel comfortable in the relationship and he just

trusts you

he trusts you so much that he wouldn’t even try to lead anything big. he’ll nudge towards it but not as much initiation as hint-dropping

relationship-wise and otherwise

he’d have conversations with you while you’re asleep

ask you about your day, reply with how his day went, follow up with meals and check in on hydration/medication

and would say the things he’s too scared to say when you’re awake

for “practice”

boy is fr very thorough with his practice that shit goes on for days

and he pays so much attention to you that he knows exactly how you breathe when you’re really sleeping

so he’ll whisper the harmless, risk-free things when you’re not quite there yet

he would give you little kisses in the places you’re insecure of

corny jokes all the damn time

it’ll take him some time to get comfortable but once he is comfortable he is in his ELEMENT fr like

“am dope”

would never admit he’s not feeling well just for your sake

but would be so soft when you take care of him like he would totally cry :(

he genuinely cannot believe that he could ever find someone like you and would randomly get very emotional

he loves spending time with you

if it’s a hobby or if it’s a restaurant or if it’s something neither of you have ever done and are trying for the first time

he will put in effort to make sure it’s perfect

and would and will fall for you a hundred times again

please please play with his hair :(

he will learn everything about you.

birthmarks, freckles, scabs, scars, favourite jewellery, wishes, pets, family/siblings, who your favourite cousin is, your middle name’s origin

and he’d love all of it

he’d love all of you <3

[jaladwolf]

This was originally a wattpad oneshot request from a user named @jm009520, who suggested a Halloween themed oneshot featuring Goldie and Freddy!

"And where do you think you’re going?"

Freddy was currently confronting Goldie, who was in costume to go trick or treating with his friends. However, Freddy being the spoil sponge he is, was trying to prevent him from participating.

"Why should it concern you? It's none of your business."

"Oh I think it is. You know you're not allowed to go out there without Henry's permission."

Goldie crossed his arms in a huff. "The only one I need permission from is myself."

Freddy now confused and rather annoyed, gave him a stern face. "That's not how it works..."

"Well whatever. I'm gonna go trick or treating and there's nothing you can do about it."

As he walked past Freddy, he stuck his tongue at him, which only angered Freddy further. But then, his anger suddenly ceased and a grin suddenly formed on his face. Without warning, he grabbed the golden bear's wrist, pinning it above his head in a way where Goldie's back was facing him.

"Hey- what are you doing? Let me go!"

"Oho no you don't. You're not going anywhere."

"W-what are you talking about-"

Before Goldie could even finish his sentence, he felt a finger poke at his side, causing him to jump. He then felt a pawed hand on his side, a fearful giggle escaping as he tried to pull his wrist out of his grasp.

"Oh no. You can't be serious." He protested, a small whine forming that he quickly attempted (and failed) to disguise. Freddy chuckled as he squeezed Goldie's side a bit, making him squeak.

"F-fred, come on...w-we can talk about this..."

"Hmm... It's a little too late for that."

Freddy started scratching his sides with his claws, occasionally drawing shapes in Goldie's ribs. A flurry of laughter spilling out as Goldie immediately started squirming in an attempt to get out of his grip.

"Pffthehehehahah! H-hey! S-stop that!"

"Already? But I just started. Why should I have to stop?"

He began tracing his hand up and down from his waist to his underarms, causing Goldie to let out a small squeak as he tried to push his hand away with his free hand.

"Nohohahahahaha! Not there!"

"Not your side? Alright then what about... here?

Freddy suddenly moved towards his stomach, fluttering his fingers near his midriff causing Goldie to begin protesting in a giggly panic.

“Freddy- wait no no no no no! Don't you dare-!”

But his protest fell on deaf ears as Freddy began mercilessly scratching at his stomach, drawing shapes in the fur. At this point, Goldie had burst into hysterical laughter, trying to push his hand away to no avail.

"FReHEhEHDYheHEHaHAhA! NAHahO! STOhOHoHOhOP!"

Freddy just chuckled at the gold bear's laughter. He finally let go of his wrist, only to use his hand to squeeze and prod at his sides, making Goldie squeal as he constantly tried to pull out of his hold. He'd never felt so helpless in his life.

"What's the matter? Can't take what you dish out?"

"DOHoNt- Don't tease me!"

“Oh? But why not? You seem to be enjoying it.”

"ShuHUut up!"

Freddy suddenly changed positions, laying Goldie flat on his back on the tile floor, before grabbing his ankles and locking them in his arms. Goldie, knowing what's coming, begin to panic.

“Fred-... wai-waititit a minute-! Please dohohohon't-“

He couldn't even finish his sentence before Freddy started scribbling on the soles of his paws, sending the poor bear in near incoherent laughter, as tears started spilling out from his eyes.

"GAH-HAHA! NOHO-NO MOHOHOHOHORE!

"Hmm... Are you sorry?"

FINEHE! FINE YEHES, I'M SOHOHOHOHORY!

With that, Freddy finally stopped tormenting him. He let go of Gold's ankles as the gold bear stood up trying to catch his breath.

"H-holy crap... you're evil..."

"Oh, that was evil? *a playful smile appears on his face.* “Oh no, I’ll show you evil.”

Goldie couldn’t even process what happened next as he felt Freddy’s arms wrap around his waist as he lifted him off the ground.

“Fr-Freddy wait wait wai-waititit! Do-don’t you do it. Ihihi- I swear to God-”

But it was already too late. Freddy lifted the golden bear up to the point where his stomach was right up to his face. He then inhaled deeply, letting Goldie process what he was about to do.

“No no no no no- ”

Goldie’s attempt to protest was cut off as Freddy blew a huge raspberry above the dent where his navel would be.

“EyAhAHAHAAAHahAhahA! Oh GOhAHAHAd! Freddy NoHO! Mercy!”

He couldn’t even stop the shriek he let out as he desperately tried to push the bear’s snout away. Freddy chuckled as he put him back on the floor as Goldie tried to catch their breath.

“So… about the trick or treating thing... I suppose I could try to convince Henry to let you go.”

Goldie’s eyes lit up when he heard this. “Really?!”

Freddy sighed at the golden bear’s sudden excitement. “On one condition... No. Pranks. Got it?”

Goldie made a small salute. “Understood.”

He then picked up his hat that had fallen on the floor during the whole ordeal and went to get his candy bucket. Freddy just hoped he wouldn't have to drag him back for bad behavior.

Yeah, this isn't as themed as I wanted it to be cause’ I got a bit carried away… but on the bright side at least I had fun with it.