#sheepy clip

[sheepwasfound]

they had to come in and separate them...

[sabrebash]

A Daedream from the new edgy pokemonlike, Palworld. I can't help myself; some of these designs are too cute.

[sheepie-self-ships]

THE SLIDE IN… THE MATCHING PJS… AUGAUUAGHUGHVH 😭😭😭

[katskitoshi]

May I please have this? https://www.tumblr.com/katskitoshi/696416151501209600/sheepy-twisted-wonderland?source=share

But instead of sheep a Bunny and with the other dorms?

Thx Love your work!!!<3

"MY CUTE LITTLE BUNNY!" with TWISTED WONDERLAND.

synopsis: you thought you would be prepared to never let another sheepy incident happen again. however, you clearly underestimate your friend's ability to ruin your life. but this time, you turn into a fluffy little bunny rather than a fluffy little sheep.

characters: riddle, trey, cater, ace, deuce, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, epel, idia, ortho, malleus, lilia, silver, & sebek x fem! reader

you took extra precautions to try to prevent yourself in an alchemy incident. you watched each ingredient go in, stopped horse playing and petty fights, and double-triple made sure the order of each ingredient was correct. somehow, after a miscalculation or addition of some unknown substance (grim added something without telling you), your body turns into [color] smoke and you shrink down a bunch of feet.

you're no taller than grim now, with cute floppy ears, a fluffy tail, and a cute twitching nose thats flicking especially fast from stress. and just like before, you're left in the hands of the dorms as crewel looks for a way to turn you back. let's see how they do, yeah?

HEARTSLABYUL is a pretty safe place for a bunny like yourself! nice roses, cute animal friends, and nice tea parties you get to be apart of. it's easy to get lost in the twisty-turvy halls, but it's still a pretty dorm for a pretty bunny!

riddle is a pretty suitable caretaker. you're fed each meal, which is surprisingly more than carrots thanks to trey. he'll brush your fluffy coat and keep you looking as proper as possible! a nice, long bath is due after a tiring day of hanging out with the hedgehogs and flamingos, and he's pretty good at restoring your fluffy coat to it's former glory. once bed time rolls around, he'll let you take one half of his bed and he'll take the other. if you hop into his arms while he sleeps, he won't push you away. however, if you nudge at him with cute pleading bunny eyes for a bite of his tart he will. he loves you dearly, but he will not share his tart with you while you're in bunny form. that's a treat reserved only for when you're human.

trey is your sole reason for sanity. you thought you'd be fed carrots and lettuce all day, but he's able to whip your vegetables into anything you wish. carrot cake, sugar free fruit tarts, hay biscuits. any food you could think of, trey will try and most likely succeed in making it perfect for your bunny tummy. besides his amazing cooking, trey's good at grooming and reading you. he absolutely loves your little ear or nose twitches! if you're good, he'll let you help him bake or collect some ingredients. but only if you're good, okay?

pretty predictably, cater is thrilled about your transformation! it's super cute and magicammable. don't worry, he has his phone, a brush, and a cute diamond hair clip on standby as soon as you enter his care. it's time for a makeover! he'll manage your fluffy fur into a nice style with the hair clip and take a bunch of pictures. once that's done, he'll take you out to the rose garden and just talk for hours with you. he takes notice of your every reaction and pets your cute ears in response. if you couldn't tell, he loves them. but it might be obvious due to how often his hands will gravitate towards them and just fondle them. gah, you're so cute! all these pictures might overtake his sheepy one!

ace was supposed to be beheaded for his crimes, but he seems to like punishment. somehow, he got his hands on you and you're terrified. but this time, it's all for nothing. surprisingly, ace was a much better caretaker than before. he fed you and kept you out of harms way enough the survive your time with him. but ace made his time with you special. a little dream of his was to pull a rabbit out of a hat, so he used a small teleportation spell to transport you from his bed, to be slowly pulled out of his top hat. with a "ta-da~!" leaving his lips, you begged to go again! it was fun, and ace was finally not putting you in harms way so its a win win.

sweet deuce always wanted a bunny growing up. he never got one, but perhaps this mishap was a blessing in disguise. he hugged you close to his chest gently when he first got to hold you and smiled brightly. deuce is a great caretaker. he'll bring you whatever you want, even if you shouldn't eat/have it, and he'll let you play outside for a nice long time! all he asks for in return are some cute snuggles and to let him pet your ears. his dreams will come true!

perhaps letting you stay in SAVANACLAW for a bit was a mistake. it was hot and scary. the blazing sun and dry conditions were nice, but the sand blowing in your face and wool was not. oh, and not to mention you were at the bottom of the food chain here. i mean, who's brilliant idea was it to keep a prey and a dorm full of predators?

be lucky leona values human you a bit. if he hadn't, who knows what would've happened to you? maybe a big, scary beastman would snatch you up, tun you into bunny stew, and eat you for dinner with no remorse. leona'll tell you all those things to try and scare you, but sevens forbid once of the losers in his dorm lay a hand on you. then, they'll turn into beastman stew and leona will slurp them up and go right back to bed while using you as a pillow.

how adorable could you get? ruggie will chuckle at your new form, his familiar laugh and smile making you feel a bit less stressed about the situation. as usual, leona will throw ruggie some money to take care of you, only use a bit for you and pocket the rest. he still cares, so he'll even watch you frolic and play around the botanical gardens or fields of savanaclaw.

jack is such a good boy, as always. he always takes care of you and does it pretty well. nice meals and groomings obviously. he'll also let you play around outside if you get bored, or do anything your little bunny brain wants. as long as it's in reason, he'll give it at least a thought. so, to put it short: no, [name], jack will not let you go inside the microwave to see what it feels like.

when approaching OCTAVINELLE, your best decision is to hop as far as you can and as fast as you can. but unfortunately, that cannot help your poor, unfortunate bunny soul for there are eels and octopuses that stop you from going before the fun begins.

dollar signs ring in azul's head as he hears about your form. hooray! marketing! you can either sit pretty in the eating area of the lounge or in his office for private pet sessions. for the cheap price of 1000 madol, a student can pet your cute little bunny ears. besides being a marketing tool for him, he cares for you pretty well.

jade drugs you. nothing more to say than that he wanted to give you some mushrooms and well, bunnies don't fair well with them. next thing you know, you're hallucinating carrots and [favorite food] and begin chomping away at him. jade only laughs. he's an okay caretaker. but he much enjoys seeing you woozy from just a common mushroom. he really wants to see what happens to you with psychedelics.

look, when you said you wanted to go in the microwave, you were joking! floyd attempts part 2 of attempting to cook his crush. it was crazy, honestly. floyd seemed to learn no lesson! but at least your so squeezable in this form! ah, his cuteness aggression is kicking in! he's still harsh, but at least the number of injuries has decreased. so perhaps something has changed. but let's not forget of his crimes. attempted microwave cooking, attempted drowning, yanking your ears, flicking your nose, and quite a few more that will most likely not end up on his record but should.

similar to savanaclaw, SCARABIA is a dorm with great living conditions for bunnies! most of the time, the dorm members are nice and the dry ground is fun to dig in.

kalim had changed a lot since last time. he's a lot better at taking care of you. if it's too warm, he'll make a little oasis. for you to swim in or drink out of. he'll let you hop around the desert planes of scarabia but he'll most likely lose you. and when he pets you, he's a bit rough from cuteness aggression, but he loves you and treats you like royalty nonetheless.

jamil is again your main caretaker, and again one of the best people you can end up with. nice food, well taken care of, lovely head-rubs and all sorts of affections. i'd like to believe that once upon a time kalim or one of his siblings had a rabbit and it turned into jamil's responsibility to take care of it. who would've know that their negligence would help him?

hopping into POMEFIORE was lovely. the scenery was breathtaking and it smelled of fresh fruits and apples. this is one of the only dorms you can hop around and just find food lying there. nice fields to get lost in, nice waters to swim in. this dorm is like bunny heaven!

vil is a great caretaker, and he'll carry you wherever you need to go. you know this little poodle pouch bag things, vil owns one just for you. after treating your wool, whiskers, and paws and such, he'll plop you right into his little bag and stroll around pomefiore to invoke the jealous stares of his dorm mates. now, you're the prettiest bunny with the prettiest man to carry you around!

you know those fields you like to get lost in? yeah, you're never really lost because rook always has his eye on you. he loves you as a bunny dearly. taking photos at every moment or chasing you just to see your ears and nose twitch in fear. it's hilarious to him! and insane for you to think he wouldn't just love to sneak up behind you, grab you, and hold you to his chest while giving you kisses all over your little bunny head and ears. as soon as you're back in human form, he'll give you some real kisses while he forces you to look at all the cute bunny pictures he has!

sweet epel shares his apples with you. back home, he was familiar with bunnies as they'd come into the orchard and try to steal apples. he'll cut them up into cute shapes for you so you don't have to hit the trees to try to get them to fall for you. again, he'll carve you a little apple figurine of you in bunny form. epel'll share some sweet moments of just talking as he rambles into his southern accent, like he used to do back home, but instead he's just rambling onto his crush.

IGNIHYDE is freezing! but luckily you have nice thick, fluffy wool to cover you and keep you warm. it's a refreshing change from the warm weather of other dorms, but one things the other dorms were definitely better at was their natural aspects. there was barely any outdoorsy space for you to frolic in!

idia has never considered having a garden in ignihyde, but your pleading bunny eyes and downturned ears somehow convince him. next thing you know, idia's had a small garden built for you to jump around in. he even leaves his room to watch you. when you aren't in his garden, he's sit you on his desk or lap and pet your ears as he games or something. perhaps he'll even give you some pomegranates to snack on. oops! looks like you have to stay in ignihyde just a bit longer~!

ortho is darling, really. he searches the web for how to perfectly care for you and caters to your every need. he even helps convince idia to make you that garden. he'll even take you to the gardens of night raven for you to be able to play around properly, and buy you some bunny feed. overall, good job ortho! he's a good caretaker.

DIASOMNIA is a scary place for a little bunny like yourself. oh, you thought you were being towered over in other dorms? that's funny! people are like giants here, and you haven't been this scared since octavinelle.

of course, malleus was left out of the meeting that explained that you would be passing through the dorm's care. he went to ramshackle expecting you, only to find you were at his dorm! he teleports there immediately, and smiles once he get's to hold you. he didn't think you could get any smaller! malleus was more interested in stone animals than anything, but a cute breathing bunny is fun too. especially when it's his child of man.

lillia should not be left in charge to care for you. well, at first he shouldn't. he'll play the ropes a bit and is quite rough at first. pulling your ears a bit and flicking your nose a bit too hard, but he'll suddenly flip a switch and is super gentle and sweet. nice pets, kind words, the whole kindness bundle. but then, he tries to feed you. and you're certain it was all a act to get you to trust him and for him to feed you his awful food! once you're human again, he'll wonder why you have a little grudge with him, not understanding that he's nearly killed you with his food.

silver is missing in action. not a bad caretaker or a good one. but he naturally has animals gravitate to him so he barely noticed having you hop in. once he familiarizes himself with you and realizes you're not just some woodland creature, you're his friend and his crush, he'll straighten up his act a bit and make sure you're taken care of especially. although it makes the other animals jealous, silver can't help but hold you specifically while he's sleeping. it's so sweet!

sebek is okay. he's not all that familiar with animals, but can hold his own in taking care of you. you're fed pretty nice meals but not given that much affection. his cuteness aggression might kick in, so he refrains from it. he'll also try to watch his voice, because he knows it'll hurt your ears if he's too loud.

[fallenhunnyapple]

Decided to do a kinda.. design breakdown for my version of Sinner Adam cuz there's a number of deliberate choices.

Piercings

Left eyebrow ring piercing

Two Hoops on the Left ear

Two chained studs on the Right ear + dangly triangle

Tongue piercing

Snake bites

Nipple barbells

Before becoming a sinner, the only piercings he had were tongue and ears because he could get away with them without Sera chastising him

The snake bites were just There when he became a Sinner and the irony pisses him off, but they're definitely not the only snake bites he's getting :3c

The eyebrow piercing and ear piercings also just Were There when he became a Sinner. The only ones he got afterwards were the nipple piercings and that's because he finally learned why males have nipples and a little of wanting to please his dom

He's got some vaguely goatish/sheepy details

He has the long rectangular pupils that give him an advantage to lateral views which, given the fact that he's severely Nerfed, is an advantage he needs.

Obviously his horns are an homage to the ones on his helmet but have the grooves that are more common in ram horns.

He got ears that are somewhere between floppy sheep ears and elf ears. They can move a bit up and down but they're not super mobile.

Wings

His wings are a dull golden color, nothing like the vibrancy of his wings as an Angel. And more than that, they're Literally Clipped. He can't use them as wings, he's completely grounded. He can't put them away either so he has a constant reminder of the fact that his wings are Useless. He still uses them protectively, they're still big enough to at least partially cover himself (or Lucifer when need be)

Tail

He has a classic long spaded tail. Naturally, it's All Black, but because of his deal with Lucifer, there's a Red Mark on it, not unlike the heart marks on Lucifer and Charlie's tails.

Scars/Marks

Adam has a number of these. Of course he has the scar along his torso from when his rib was removed. That's something so deeply engrained in him that even coming back as a Sinner doesn't remove that.

He also has the Scars from Niffty going absolutely wild with the knife. Instead of just a single classic X where the main blow was, he has a number of scars littering his chest and back, the first and worst Stab being the most visible. These scars have a bit of a golden hue to them because they were scars to his Angelic Body.

His Apple mark is something Lucifer deliberately left there. It's also like a Golden hued Scar, and it acts like a Brand. After all, their deal is for him to lend Adam protection, but he can't Always Be there, so a mark like that should help deter anything too bad from happening since it's Very Clear that Adam belongs to Lucifer. It hasn't always worked to plan, but it does give some level of protection when Adam is on his own, especially in the beginning where he doesn't trust or like anyone in the hotel and vice versa.

Bonus notes

I know I don't really draw Adam as Soft as a lot of people do, but he's definitely not Skinny. To me, because of his position as Leader of Heaven's army and being responsible for training the Exorcists and also just getting involved with Exterminations himself, I see it more as like a balance of muscle and fat, solid and soft. In other AUs where his lifestyle is different, so is his body type to me. But in this one, this is the kinda dad bod type I give him. (The lack of hair is because I am a coward and don't really like body hair so I don't wanna draw it for my own stuff)

Also: I have Sinner Adam's hair, skin, wings, and wardrobe all be much more muted colors than how I draw him as an Angel and that's also deliberate. No more divine light for this guy, so it's left him dull and dark.

As for why I don't have him with a face resembling his mask: While I do appreciate that choice for other people's designs, to me it's got a lot to do with my Dysmorphia Headcanons. He doesn't like how Human his face is, it's one of the things he has the most insecurities about. So of course Hell is gonna exploit them and give him a face that's so very similar to his human/angel One. He doesn't get away from it that easy.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk

Tbh if anyone wants to hear anything else about that AU, or any other, any details or questions, please feel free to Ask. I love getting to talk about my ideas, I just don't know how usually lol

[miroyuuu]

These new cute little sheepie hair clips are up for sale on my Etsy shop!

[dylanmunson]

Pregnant / Eddie Munson

summary: you and eddie have been together since the start of highschool, now both finally out of school you find out your pregnant. Eddie did say '86 is my year... so... 

Masterlist /// Wattpad /// request

You sat in the kitchen area with the test in front of you, looking down at the two pink lines, you sigh closing your eyes. 'fuck' you mumble running your hands over your face. 

You and Eddie had never spoken about having kids, sure you wanted one or two but not right now? As for Eddie, you were certain he'd freak out and leave you. Both of you still a bit to childish to take care of a plant let alone a baby. You look at the test again picking up holding it against the dim light, yup theres 100% two lines. 

You feel your bottom lip start to wobble, you squeeze your eyes shut to try stop the tears but they start falling anyway. 'fuck' you groan getting up and going into yours and eddies bedroom, since you were here most of the time anyway, it was basically home. You flop onto the bed and groan hiding your face into the pillows. 

You wake up feeling a hand on your lower back, 'mhmm' you groan 'hey sweetheart' eddie smiles softly 'you dozed off before i got home' he chuckles moving your hair out of your face 'sorry' you mumble moving to sit up next to him, you lean your head on his shoulder 'how was hellfire?' you yawn he chuckles 'was good, my little sheepies won the campaign' he smiles taking your hands into his. 'ive decided its dustin whos gonna take over' he smiles kissing your head 'yeah?' you smile at him, he nods his head 'hendersons got it, im still going to go to some of the games' he chuckles, you smile placing a soft kiss on his lips, 'and we're gonna still play outside of school--' then it hits you as he keeps talking about hellfire.  

you left the test on the table. 

'uhh, two seconds babe' you grin jumping up and going to grab the test, Eddie follows you out 'wha-' he stops as you pick it up 'babe?' you freeze, not turning to look at him 'whatcha got there?' he hums walking closer. 

truth be told, he saw it when he came in, but he wanted to hear it from you, so it didnt bring it up. 

'ed, i- i just' you sigh 'im so sorry' you mumble leaning over the counter. 'why you sorry for' he chuckles coming up behind you rubbing your back 'sweetheart whats wrong' he mumbles pulling you into him. 'im pregnant eddie' you sob into his chest, he bites his lip before kissing the top of your head. 

"we're having a baby?" he chuckles, you frown looking up at him, no ounce of anger in his face 'your not angry?' he shakes his head 'whyd i be angry?' he chuckles 'ive loved you since we were fucking freshman, i knew you were the one when you agreed to sub in for Jeff that one time in freshman year, when you destroyed everyone in the game, all while looking like a god damn angel in your little elf outfit' he chuckles remembering it like it was yesterday. Jeff had the flu real bad and Hellfire needed a sub, so Eddie asked you, you agreed of course your relationship was just starting out and you wanted to make a good impress to his friends. Granted you had known everyone since middle school but this was the first time playing dnd with them. You had gotten dressed up as your character as well, adding little elf clip on ears to your own and pink shimmery body glitter covering your arms, nose and chest. 

You bite your lip trying to calm down as more tears run down your face 'sweetheart' he chuckles wiping them away 'i thought youd leave' you sob, his heart aches as you cry into his chest 'never doll, im not going anywhere' he mumbles into your hair, rubbing your back. You stay like that for a few more moments, 'so we're having a baby' he chuckles, you nod your head 'yeah' you chuckle wiping your eyes 'suppose we are' he nods kissing your nose 'hey baby bean' he grins placing his ring covered hand on your stomach 'cant wait to meet you' he grins as he kneels down and places a soft kiss on your tummy just above your belly button. 

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You were now two months along, you had had your first scan last week and were in complete and utter love with your little bean. You had moved into the trailer with Eddie and Wayne shortly after finding out. Eddie being by your side the whole time, making sure you had everything and anything needed. 

Today you were telling your friends, Steve and Robin and all the Hellfire boys about your little bundle of joy. 

They were all coming over for a movie and games night, the game obviously being dnd, not that Steve or Robin would play but they enjoyed watching every so often, You sat down on the sofa looking at the scan in your hands as Eddie places everything where it should be before everyone arrives. 

Everyone arrives with a box of pizza each, you chuckle shaking your head leaning into eddie as he tucks into his one, 'guys' he says with a mouth full of pizza, everyone turns to him 'were just waiting for one more person to arrive' he grins Dustin is the first to look around at everyone 'but everyones here?' he states, Eddie grins 'no they arent' wrapping his arm around you 'but this person is gonna take a while to get here' Mike sighs 'come on man, we just wanna play dnd' Jeff sitting back rolling his eyes. 'Edddddieeee' you groan laughing at the man next to you. 

He chuckles 'dont worry we can play without them' 'thank fuck' Mike sighs taking a sip of his drink 'besides they wont be able to play straight away anyway' everyone looks at him confused 'are you high?' Gareth says looking towards the older boy. 'No but she is pregnant so' he grins taking another bite of his pizza, like nothing happened. Like he hadnt just announced you were pregnant to all of your friends. 

'wait what yo-your pregnant?' 'your having a baby?' 'wait what?!" 'ewwwww' 

you hear, you nod standing up and grabbing your scan photo 'look'you grin handing Robin the photo 'its just a blob' she says tilting her head 'hey dont call my child a blob' Eddie says pointing a finger to the girl. 'Its baby bean' he mutters, 'riggghhhtttt' robin nods along 'how far along?' 'two months' you smile softly looking at eddie, taking his hand into yours. 'im not showing yet but i will be soon, and im- we're so scared but so excited and i just' you chuckle, eddie grins down at you 'we're so excited, starting our own little family' he grins kissing your head. 

'well im happy for you both' steve says, putting his can in the air 'to baby munson' he smiles waiting for everyone else to cheers him. 

'To baby Munson' everyone chuckles. 

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Now 5 months along, your got a little baby bump, youve moved into your own trailer with eddie, Wayne helping you but deciding its best for you and his nephew with your new chapter starting. You stand in the middle of the second bedroom as you start to plan out the nursery 'hey! i said itd do it!' eddie mumbles taking the paint brush from you 'go and rest sweetheart, the fumes arent good for you or baby' he smiles softly moving your hair behind your ear 'buuuu--' 'not buts' he chuckles placing a soft kiss on your lips 'go' he grins. You go and sit in the living area turning on the tv before dozing off. 

Your awoken a few hours later to the sound of Eddie playing the guitar, its soft and gentle compared to what its normally like, you stand up slowly and walk to your bedroom, eddies sat with his back to you, playing random chords and humming before stopping and writing something down 'whatcha doin eds' you smile as you catch him in the mirror, he grins turning to you 'just song writing honey' he smiles 'about?' 'you and baby' he smiles softly. 

You smile and nod your head as he carries on playing the song 'you going soft on me Munson' you chuckle, he rolls his eyes 'shut up' 

//////

8 and 1/4 months along 

You were nearly at the finish line, you were in bed one evening, Eddie was at Gareths house, they were holding a campaign there tonight, you were in bed when you felt it. 

'shit' 

You groan as you stand, fluid running down your leg 'fuck' you sigh, followed by a sharp pain in your tummy, 'ouch okay little one' you mumble putting your hand on your tummy where the pain was. 'okay okay, let me ring your father to tell him you want out' you chuckle. 

You slowly waddle over to the phone and ring Gareths home phone, after three rings he picks up 'We're in the middle of the game whats-' 'fuck, i ne- i need Eddie now' you groan as another sharp pain rumbles across your tummy 'but we're in the middle of-' 'Gareth tell eddie his child is coming and i need to get to the hospital right now or so help me god i will shove this phone so far up yo--' you groan. 'right got it' he mumbles before shouting to eddie.   

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its now 3am on the 15th May '87, Eddie was in the waiting room while you push and screamed. He heard you, it broke his heart to know you were in this much pain, but he also knew youd have your sweet baby bean in a matter of hours. 

4:49am Baby Munson makes their entrance into the world. You sob quietly as you hold baby in your arms, not noticing that Eddie is now running to your side. 'Hey sweetheart' he mumbles kissing your forehead 'im so proud of you' he grins 'hey you' you grin, the tiredness now starting to take over 'look' you grin looking down at the baby. 'their gorgeous' he grins 'healthy baby boy' you mumble kissing eddie. He grins resting his forehead against yours 'Hey baby boy' he chuckles 'wanna hold him?' you mumble, letting out a little yawn. 'i uh' 'baby needs skin to skin contact' one of the nurses say, Eddie gives you a look, you nod at him, he chuckles before taking his top off, 'like this' you smile handing baby over to eddie, who is now holding your son as carefully as he can 'he has your eyes' you grin at your boys. Eddie just chuckles to mesmerised at the little boy in his arms. 

[sheep-on-leash]

Oh man if you haven’t actually done it yet, nothing beats being the drunk one while your totally sober partner takes advantage ❤️

Last time I did it I was super tipsy when the man (much older and much bigger) came over, and while he sucked me off he occasionally stopped to help me hold the bottle of wine to my lips so that by the time I drowsily suggested we move on to the next stage, I was too sleepy drunk to do anything other than nap on his belly while he bounced my unconscious body on his cock. I roused after a bit, to mumble to him that I was too dizzy and needed to lie down so he helped me onto my back and asked me if I was ok. Everything was spinning and I was too out of it to answer so he pulled out and went down on me instead. Once I was finally able to nod when he asked if he could fuck me again, he pushed his cock into my tight hole and went so hard that even though I was numb, my hole was aching. I almost packed it in at one point and would have done but I was too heavy and floaty to do anything to indicate to him that I wanted to stop so I just let the pain and pressure become pleasure until he slammed into me, grasped me to him, and came hard 😍😍😍

He almost didn’t come over because I was drunk but he was too desperate and I’m glad. I know he sort of took advantage but it was the best sex of my life and I would do it all over again

Oh.. Oh, MAN, what a story.. Im hard just reading all that! Believe me, I've fantasized about such a thing many many times.. The closest I've had was sexting some of my domms while high off my ass, and believe me when I say that's always incredible.

The most recent time I was high, I mentioned it in this server (small enough I consider it a group chat) and they all made me baaah in the chat. They all made a big show of it, saying they didn't know a sheep was in this server supposedly full of humans! I even got a cute little role out of it claiming me as the server pet :3

But yeah, getting taken advantage of in person sounds like heaven.. I take an edible, we snuggle for a while as it kicks in, and then let them slide my clothes off as my mind gets cloudy and my vision starts taking on a low framerate.. Why would I want to resist? Sheepy's been conditioned to embrace pleasure, and it all feels so, so good, doesn't it? Sheepy hasn't the brain to make a decision, so I should just let them clip that collar on me and think all those tough human thoughts for me~

Thanks again for that story, that sounds hot as all hell x3

[queenofcats17]

The Ink Demonth 28

Today is Web.

And it’s more sheepy Sammy time

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He ran into the woman who had once been Susie Campbell when scavenging for supplies in the Alice Angel meet and greet area.

As he stepped into the room, all the lights abruptly went out. Sammy froze, heart, pounding out of his chest as he reached for his ax. The TVs in the room flipped on and clips of Alice Angel began to play as the instrumental for “Lonely Angel” began to play over the speakers. Then, someone began to sing.

Sammy’s arms dropped to his sides and he inhaled sharply.

“Susie?” He whispered. He didn’t get an answer, not that he was expecting one. She probably couldn’t hear him over the song.

Was it Susie? It had to be. That was her voice. God, that really was her voice.

A wave of emotion crashed over him, almost bringing him to tears as she crooned through the song. He’d forgotten just how much he’d missed her. All he wanted was to throw his arms around her and just hug her tight, apologizing for ignoring how much pain she’d been in after losing her role. He should have stood up to Joey. He should have tried to be there for her.

He shouldn’t have abandoned her.

“Well well well.” That painfully familiar voice echoed from the speakers once the song had ended. “Look what’s wandered into my web. A little lamb.”

“I’m not a lamb,” Sammy snapped back before he could stop himself.

Almost immediately, the playful tone in Susie’s voice vanished. “You should watch your tone, little lamb. You’re in no position to be giving orders.”

Sammy flinched, drawing into himself. “I’m..sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped.“

“Sammy Lawrence apologizing? Now that’s something I never thought I’d hear.” The venom in her voice wasn’t lost on Sammy.

“I’m...trying to be better,” he said, looking around the room to see where she could be. “I know I’ve done wrong by a lot of people, especially you. I’m so sorry Sus-”

Before he could finish saying her name, he was cut off by a piercing shriek from the speakers, causing him to cover his ears at the squealing feedback.

“DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK THAT NAME!” She screamed. “I’M ALICE ANGEL! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WON’T LET YOU TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME! NOT AGAIN!”

“Alright! Alright!” Sammy yelled back. “I’m sorry!”

“Good.” She sounded a bit out of breath. “Now. What brings such a ...perfect toon specimen to my domain?”

Sammy didn’t like the way she’d paused before saying “perfect”. He didn’t know why that was so important to her and he didn’t think he wanted to.

“Supplies,” he answered slowly.

“I see. Well, I’m sure I could share some supplies with you, if you’d like.” ‘Alice’ purred.

“What’s the catch?”

There was a pause. “Pardon?”

“What’s the catch?” Sammy repeated. “I know how this works. Nothing’s ever just free here. There’s always a catch.”

“Why Sammy!” ‘Alice’ put on her most offended tone of voice. “Do you really think an angel would turn away a soul in need?”

No, but you’re not an angel, Sammy thought to himself.

“I...suppose you’re right,” he tentatively replied.

“Of course I am,” ‘Alice’ said with a triumphant little ‘hm’. “Now, just take the elevator down to my level. It’s level 9. Just follow the screams~” Then the speakers clicked off.

Sammy couldn’t help but groan. “Just follow the screams she says. That’s not ominous at all.”

Still, he trudged through the doorway to the left, navigating the rooms and hallways beyond until he reached the area where the elevator was. He very much did not want to take the elevator (he remembered what Tom had said about the thing being dangerous) but it was probably safer than the stairs. So, the elevator it was.

He tried to calm his pounding heart as he stepped inside and pressed the button for level 9. Part of it was fear of an unknown area and part of it was knowing that this had to be a trap. Susie, no, ‘Alice’s’ mood had shifted so quickly that there was no way she was genuinely doing this out of the goodness of her heart. She had some ulterior motive. He was sure of it.

But he still wanted to see her.

Level 9 seemed safe enough once the elevator stopped. He had to take out a few Searchers on his way up to the doors under the enormous Alice face, but that was it. The doors hissed open as he approached, which definitely creeped him out a little. He stopped just short of entering, his whole body tensed. 

“Don’t be shy,” ‘Alice’ cooed. “Come in. You want those supplies, don’t you?”

Sammy let out a small noise of apprehension, took a deep breath, and stepped in. He regretted it as soon as he came out into the large open room beyond the little entrance hallway. He stumbled back at the sight of all the gutted toons. Borises and Butcher Gang members were strapped to planks all over the room, their eyes cartoon x’s and their chests ripped open.

“What’s wrong?” ‘Alice’ asked innocently.

“What...What have you been doing?” Sammy whispered, taking a step back.

“I needed their insides to make me perfect,” ‘Alice’ replied, as though this were completely normal. “But they didn’t give me what I needed.”

Sammy felt a lump beginning to develop in his stomach. He felt very much like a fly that had just walked into a spider’s web.

“Now, just come across and I’ll get you those supplies,” ‘Alice’ continued.

Sammy did not come across. He ran out of the room, sprinting back toward the elevator.

“COME BACK HERE!” ‘Alice’ howled over the speakers, all pleasantries now gone. “I NEED TO BE PERFECT AGAIN! YOU OWE ME, SAMMY! YOU OWE ME MY PERFECTION!”

He frantically jabbed at the elevator button, muttering “come on come on” and watching the doors leading to ‘Alice’s’ lair. The doors began to close just as ‘Alice’ appeared in the doorway. He breathed a sigh of relief once it began to move upward, taking him away from the rapidly approaching woman.

He didn’t fully let himself relax, though, until he was safely back in the Heavenly Toys area. He went into one of the Little Miracle stations, hugged his knees, and began to cry. He didn’t leave until he was sure he could make it back to the safe house without breaking down into tears again.

He avoided ‘Alice’s’ area as much as he could after that.

[dylanwritesgood]

All your faith, all your rage | Chapter 9

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Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

Summary: Gareth is relearning how to deal with high school after sudden hearing loss, and Eddie sees in him another little sheepie to rescue. Set before ST4.

Pairings: Eddie Munson & Gareth Emerson, Hellfire Club, Corroded Coffin, Gareth x Chance (one-sided)

Word count: 2,987

Warnings: Extreme bullying, queer-bashing and no real justice, the F-slur, TBI recovery, still with the internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, autistic and deaf character written by an autistic and deaf author

A/N: The last of the bad stuff is really bad, but after this, it's going to be sweeter. <3 Pay attention to the warnings, and if you don't want to read the rough stuff, dm/ask me for a tl;dr okay?

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Gareth works really hard to leave the bullying at school and not bring it home. He doesn’t talk to his mom about it (except when the school called her after the blood incident). He doesn’t ever look across the street. He keeps collecting the notes and the clippings and his shoebox is getting full but he keeps it hidden. He needs home to feel safe.

He needs home to feel safe because he doesn’t want his sisters to see the hate. Maggie is just newly fourteen and finishing up at Hawkins Middle School, but she’s old enough to know what that word means if she sees it. Annie is three and wouldn’t understand it, but he wants to keep it away from her nonetheless. 

Even when she tangles her sticky fingers in his hair and Maggie has to come to help free him, he adores Annie. She’s just a baby still, always wanting her brother to pick her up and hold her. She spends a lot of time on top of him—in his lap, on his hip, sat on his back when he’s on all fours to play with her. When he’s overwhelmed and the world is too big, she lets him pick her up and squish her to him until his heart’s not racing anymore. She smells like Play-doh and grass and… sticky. She smells sticky. It makes Gareth’s nose wrinkle but he loves her anyways and blows raspberries on her round tummy until she’s shrieking with laughter.

So he needs the hate, the rot, to stay away from his home, away from his sisters.

It does, for a while.

Spring break is quiet for a few days. Eddie seems to live at the Emerson house and he and Gareth play on the NES and watch Gareth’s sisters while his mom is out. Eventually, he has to head home to gather up his gear for practice, though, and Maggie takes over watching Annie while Gareth heads out to start setting up. 

It’s a beautiful day and Gareth opens the garage door while he waits for Eddie to get back and putters around the space. Home feels safe, the spring breeze feels nice, and Gareth forgets. Forgets that he promised Eddie to keep the door closed when no one is there. Forgets that, if he pops a tape into the stereo and turns it up, it’s the only thing he can hear.

He notices the shadow first, falling across the concrete in a stretched line of a head and shoulders. Gareth turns around, thinking that Eddie drives way too damn fast if he’s back already. It’s not Eddie.

Jason Carver stands in the open garage door, flanked by his jock cronies. Chance isn’t in the crowd though, and Gareth feels… relieved? It’s okay if he gets beaten, because he still thinks he deserves it, but please—just don’t let the boy he wants to kiss be the one to do it. He doesn’t think his heart can break again. He can’t even muster up fear though, facing them down. He knows he should be afraid because he knows why they’re here. Mostly he just feels resigned.

He wants them to at least take him somewhere else, first. He doesn’t want the happy memories of the garage and Hellfire and his band tainted by this. He doesn’t want the mix tape Kim made for him that’s playing now tainted. He doesn’t want Maggie to be the one to find him after. Maybe she won’t hear what happens and it’ll be Eddie who finds him instead. Gareth takes a step forward, expression flat.

Eddie had taught Gareth how to scrap. Just in case. But a scrap was one-on-one and this was six-on-one. This is calculated, and if he manages more than one hit he’d be surprised.

“You’re a little early, guys. Show’s not ‘til next week,” he jokes. It comforts him at least, not to cower. None of their expressions change.

Gareth eyes them warily, no one daring to make a move yet. Jason doesn’t have anything in his hands, but Andy had a baseball bat. Another guy he doesn’t know but he thinks is on the football team has a crowbar. That kid who kissed the quarterback was beaten with a crowbar, Gareth remembers. The cops didn’t find it, but that’s what they guessed had been used. Gareth thinks he’s found it.

He thinks about making a break for the door leading into the kitchen, but he’s not fast and they are, and he doesn’t want to lead them to his sisters. He takes another step forward, away from the door.

“So… is this a warning kind of situation, or am I going to end up in a cornfield?” He tries again. He watches the guy with the crowbar flex his fingers around it, skin pulling white over the knuckles as he clenches it in his fist. He knows he should be afraid, but honestly, he’s just so tired he’s almost glad there’s an end in sight.

He doesn’t see the first hit coming, but bare knuckles smash into his temple like a freight train and Gareth staggers. He keeps his footing, though, so at least he’s on his feet when the next blow goes for his stomach. Two, three, four… Gareth’s bent over, wind long-since knocked out of him as Jason slams his fist into Gareth’s soft belly over and over again. Gareth’s knees give out and he’s curled on the concrete floor.

Protect your head with your arms, your belly with your knees, and put your back against something. That voice sounds like Eddie’s, coaching him through this. Gareth fights to comply, fights to wriggle his back up against the chest freezer along one wall and to pull all his limbs in. One hand is caught underfoot, ground into the pavement before they shift and he can yank it free. Someone gets a cheap shot in at his lower back, pain blooming through his body. Gareth gets his arms wrapped around his head and huddles. They’re stomping him, but at least his head is safe, even if his ribs aren’t.

He’s going to die like this, he thinks, but then it’s over. Someone spits on him, another says, “See you next time, fag.” But then they’re gone. He hates it. See you next time. Once wasn’t enough, they couldn’t just end it. Gareth’s so tired, he just wants to sleep.

Just a few minutes and I’ll feel better.

It wasn’t Maggie who found him, Gareth finds out in the hospital. It was Eddie, but Maggie was the one who called the police after he did. He’s glad for that, that she didn’t find him. Eddie stayed with her and Annie, so Gareth rode alone in the ambulance and his parents met him there when Eddie managed to get ahold of them.

He has a concussion, a bad one, and the ringing is back like it was when it first happened. His wrist is sprained, he’s littered with scrapes and bruises, and he’s going to piss blood for a few days after that kidney shot, but he’ll live. He spends the night at Hawkins General before they release him to his mom so she can take him home. When she does, Chief Hopper is there waiting.

It’s hard for Gareth to remember everything to explain it, and it’s giving him a headache to try. Hopper keeps writing questions on his notepad and holding them up for Gareth to read, but he’s having a hard time making out the words. Eddie answers what he can. Finally, Gareth manages to direct them to the shoebox under the bed. Hopper takes it when he leaves, and praises Gareth for saving everything.

No one actually saw who beat him, and Gareth can name names until he’s blue in the face but there’s no witness and Hopper needs more than Gareth’s testimony if he wants to make charges stick. But Gareth stashed five months of hate, five months of evidence and maybe that’s enough.

It’s not enough, in the end. Things are settled quietly, but his medical bills are paid for and Gareth actually has a college fund now. But more importantly—everyone lays off of him. He doesn’t go back to school for another month, but Hellfire comes over every day to bring him his homework and help him through it. They go back to writing everything down, keeping it very simple so he doesn’t have to read much. He’s not supposed to read. Eddie brings over his acoustic guitar that he’d painted “This machine slays dragons” on and plays anything he can think of, just so Gareth can close his eyes and lay a hand on the wooden body to feel music again. He feels like he’s starting over again from scratch, but at least this time Gareth has his friends.

Gareth knows his mom is upset that he hid how bad things were. He’s worried that he’s in trouble, and she’s just not saying anything because grounding a kid who’s already housebound with a concussion is just sort of salt in the wound. The notepads are back—they’d started to disappear, get repurposed as his hearing recovered, but now they’re in every room. They keep the notes short and simple because he’s having a hard time with words still. She writes I love you a lot, though.

He’s shuffling back down the hall from his sisters’ room when he finally sees her break. The door to his parents’ room is cracked open, and even though he can’t really hear it, he can see her shoulders heaving with sobs as she curls in the middle of the bed. She’s been trying to keep it together—cook dinner and go grocery shopping and get Maggie to school and help with her homework and take care of Annie and take care of Gareth and she knows she’s failing. She knows she’s failing when she finds her son, movements still wobbly and uncertain, painstakingly cutting strawberries into a bowl of yogurt for his baby sister… because Janet just… forgot. She forgot to get Annie lunch. She was working on getting laundry done and she… forgot.

She wants to rush in and take over, shoo Gareth to a chair and be the mom, but she’s frozen. He doesn’t know she’s there, but he settles Annie in her high chair and chats at her about whatever silly little conversation he can come up with, responding very seriously to sounds he can't hear when she babbles at him in between bites of her lunch. That’s when she goes to cry.

The mattress sinks beside her as Gareth settles, rubbing her shoulder as she tries to stop crying. She’s the mom. She should be comforting him. The thought makes her cry harder. He doesn’t protest as she pulls him down so she can hold him, even though he’s bigger than she is now. He’s still her son, still just a kid. Very, very gently, he bonks his forehead against hers.

“It’s okay, Momma. It’s gonna be okay.”

She doesn’t know how he can sound so confident saying that when everything is not okay. He’s back to zero, the audiologist didn’t even want to test him once Gareth told him the ringing and the silence were back. Everything he’s worked so hard to accomplish was dashed on the garage floor, and nothing was even done about it. A few rich parents, a few not-so-rich ones, but the result was the same—those boys would go to college and get married and have kids and no one would mention that time they beat a kid bloody and brain-injured just because they didn’t like him. Gareth hugs her to his chest, squeezing her tight. It works for him when he’s upset.

“You’re okay. You’re doing your best.”

She cries even harder at that. You’re doing your best had become their household motto for Gareth, and here he was turning it back on her and it’s exactly what she needs to hear. How could anyone hate her sweet boy?

Gareth knows his mom is young. He didn’t really figure out what that meant until he started to get closer to seventeen and realized that, even in a year or two, he wouldn’t know what to do if he became a parent like she had. She was the cool mom who let him listen to anything and dressed in her own style and always said yes to him. She was also a kid learning to be a grown-up on the fly, juggling first one, then two small children before her brain even finished developing (Kim had told Gareth that—brains aren’t done growing until you’re twenty-five, so you’re not really an adult ‘til then). She’s still figuring it out, and Gareth doesn’t make it easy—not that it’s his fault. She was doing her best.

“It’s not your fault that things are too hard. It’s okay to mess up. We help each other, remember? You’re okay, nothing happened that we couldn’t fix.” Gareth isn’t murmuring. 

He would if he could tell how loud he was, but he doesn’t need a soft tone to tell his mom he loves her. Honestly, he’d just been worried about her when Annie had come bumping down the basement stairs to his room on her butt, looking for someone to help her. He’d brought Annie back up and found his mom sorting laundry on her bed so he took care of what he could help with. Even with a brain injury, he could manage fruit and yogurt and give his mom a chance to catch up. Besides, it was nice to do something that felt normal.

Jan pulled out of his arms enough to feel around behind her for the notepad on her nightstand. In the little space between them, she scribbled a note.

What do I do?

Gareth has asked her that so many times, but now she’s the one who needs an answer. Her son shouldn’t have to be the one to give her an answer, but if anyone knows how to pick up the pieces, it’s him.

“Cry. Sleep. Try again… Do laundry.”

She can hear the teasing tone his voice takes. He’s trying to make her laugh, because they’re currently on top of a pile of clean laundry that she’d had spread out before she’d realized in a panic that Annie hadn’t eaten. It works, and she realizes that the sobbing has stopped and now she’s just sniffling and blinking back the last few tears.

“Don’t worry, Mom. We’ve done this already. The second time around is always a little easier.”

She wants to ask him about the bullying because she wants to punish herself for not noticing. For messing up and being a bad mom. But she doesn’t want to make him remember. He’d had to for Hopper, and she’d caught snatches as he tried to piece it together. It all seemed to boil down to that one horrible word.

Can I ask you a question?

His mouth quirks at the corner. “I dunno, can you?”

She swats his shoulder for being cheeky, before flipping to a fresh page to write. She doesn’t know how to ask it, how to tell him it’s okay if the answer is yes. She loves him no matter what.

Do you like boys? is what she settles on. It feels a little gentler than asking outright if her son is gay. If they called him that slur—beat him—for a reason. Gareth’s eyes move across the sentence a few times. He’s deliberating, figuring out if the truth or the lie he’s been telling would be easier for her to cope with. He decides she doesn’t deserve any more lies.

“Yeah,” he says simply. It feels anticlimactic after months of torture and a year of trying to hide it. She writes another question:

A boy?

Gareth gives her a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. She gets it. Looking back, she thinks she knows who. Gareth likes him, but he knows that boy will never like him back. Her sweet boy has a lonely road ahead of him.

You know it’s okay, right? We love you. Always. Not broken.

He snorts at that, but it soothes the nagging fear in his chest. “I literally have a concussion right now. A little broken.”

She makes a face, brows drawn down and her nose scrunched up. It’s where he got it from. He knows exactly what she meant.

“I don’t think I’m broken anymore,” He concedes. He’ll meet her in the middle. He still thinks he deserved what he got, but he doesn’t need her to know that. He can’t fix being gay, but he can make sure he never acts on it, too.

A few weeks after he came home, Gareth was doing well enough to get out of the house—just to go get the mail, but it felt like a victory. His balance was better and he still made sure to navigate the slope of his driveway carefully. There were just a few pieces of mail inside, and when he pulled them out, he found a folded note tucked in with them. His stomach dropped. This couldn’t be happening again.

He stuffed it in his pocket without opening it. Why bother? He already knew what it said. That word had already contaminated his home once. He shouldn’t be surprised it came back.

Gareth willed down the tears that threatened as he headed back inside, dropped the mail on the counter, and found another shoe box for the note. He wondered if this had happened to the guy that kissed the quarterback. If they played with him like they were cats and he was a helpless mouse before they finally did something. He didn’t know why he’d thought they’d stopped. If anything, they probably just planned their next moves for when he was healed enough to go back to school.

He couldn’t fucking take it.

[sheepwasfound]

and the dream smile™ of the stream goes to

[tinytinybumblebee]

Shdhsbhsjhnsb i have this hc about wwdits and its just, tiny Stu, Nick was his carer before he got turned, and after he was turned it took a lot more effort, Nick's heartbeat was the most soothing thing to tiny Stu after all, plus they have to deal with changing their schedule to be at night. After Stu himself got turned into a werewolf, he has some pet regressor tendencies that Nick isn't used to, sniffing, a bit more energetic than he ever was before (he was a very sleepy, small, cuddly regressor), puppy things! So Anton and the pack help out a bit, but also the flatmates! The flatmates help out whenever they can, i mean who wouldn't want to care for a cuddly pup!

Deacon knits him comfy sweaters, a paci clip, and some warm boots/socks, Viago buys him some stuffed animals and a super soft shirt and vlad gets him a blanket and a heartbeat stuffie, so needless to say, the small guy is so spoiled by them. But he's so bashful too, he doesn't ask for things often, actually at all, so sometimes Nick will take him to a toy store and pick out anything, he always just comes back shyly with one small thing, one time it's a stuffie he named immediately

Nick: alright bub, pick anything you like, okay?

Stu, immediately grabbing a sheep stuffie: George.

Nick, slightly choked up: okay bubs, you want anything else?

Stu: no, got George.

Nick: you sure? Cause you can have something else too-

Stu: its okay, George is enough :)

Nick, on the verge of tears: alright, lets take georgie here to the checkout, hm?

(Also if you do emoji anons, can i be 😇?)

Awwww yES!!! Love the idea of Nick being Stu's carer!! Like, they've been friends for a while so can definitely see Nick being a good carer!! Lots of hangouts where Stu just lays his head on Nick's chest and listens to his heartbeat while Nick is running his finger through the blonde man's hair, praising Stu for how amazing he did at their tennis game♡♡

So Nick defines needs some help from the others! He's so thankful that he's got the pack and flatmates there! Anton gives some tips and tricks to playing with a puppy Stu and the vampire's love being able to be there for their babie Stu!!

Aww, Nick probably steals a stethoscope from the hospital he works at and shows it to Stu, Nick's heart may have slowed to an inaudible pace but, he can show Stu how to list to his own heartbeat for when the pup doesn't have his teddy with the heartbeat ♡♡♡ (which definitely has Stu play pretending doctor ;w; )

And aaaaAAA yessss spoil this precious little pup!!! It's what he deserves 😭💕💕💕

George the sheepie🥺💕💕💕 Nick is definitely gonna cry over just how sweet his baby boy is aaaa

[cesium-sheep]

they're getting on my nerves again tonight, but this time it's actual stuff they're doing instead of just randomly being irritable. she was like "oh you'd probably like this channel, I think she's awful because she has bad politics" and then they were both like "let's watch and discuss breaking bad clips in the shared space during the shared time for 20 minutes even though we both already know sheepy actively dislikes it :D" after already talking about nazis shortly beforehand and it's like. my loves. could you fucking not.

[alexmey-does-an-arts]

ipeepy belongs to itemlabel i want him so much

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[naaaaams]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩.

[icyxmischief]

What do you make of Loki’s line before he sky-dives out of the airplane, “Brother, [and then some giffers hear ‘Heimdall’ and others hear ‘when I reach the ground,’ and I think it’s the latter] you’d better be ready”?

HONESTLY it’s my supposition from the trailer--though we all know trailers are nefariously misleading--that Loki is going to manipulate the leaders of the TVA (the place he’s gonna “burn to the ground,” metaphorically and perhaps literally) into allowing him to tweak moments of history here and there so that he can be in a temporal narrative that allows him to run for president of the United States (which is something that I think actually happens in the comics, to a cracktastic but also weirdly plausible extent), so that he can still rule all those sheepies that “crave subjugation” (remember he’s still the Loki who’s in That Place mentally, quite emotionally disturbed and still reeling from Team Thanos and their physical and psychological abuse) but in a way that’s distinct and unique from the imperialistic, monarchic conquest of, say, Odin, or Thor. 

He’s trying to get a throne still, but one via means that are uniquely Loki: through double-crossing, feinting and scheming. 

I have mixed feelings about this because while it makes me chuckle fondly at my little  Hel-raiser (sic), it also seems like he’s still chasing after something he only wants because it’s a privilege enjoyed by everyone he reveres (Odin, Frigga, and Thor) and he’s still on some level trying to “fit in” when he ought to just realize he has innate value (hard to do when nobody has shown you as much your whole life) outside of the paradigm of “ruler” altogether. 

But I mean, to put it perhaps flippantly....Loki’s a Top. He’s always going to want to control something, at the same time as he is paradoxically an anti-establishment, anti-authority Trickster--because that’s something he’s never had. And the grass is always greener.....

Point being?  Whatever he’s doing as DB Cooper in an airplane, hijacking it to get to the Bifrost (I think it’s the Bifrost, not the Tesseract, in that clip) and zapped up into Asgard, is meant toward the end of “look dad, look, brother, I’m the president of a Midgardian landmass!” Which is both sad and funny at the same time.