#ships if u squint lol

[cartyrs]

victim trio! 🌀 feat. apprentice shimejis

[bloodysparklez]

the straw hat crew are so relatable bc if i was blinded by the sheer optimism of a guy who told me he was gonna support my dream no matter what, i'd pledge my loyalty on the spot too

[adriancatrin]

i'm not a very good builder and i didn't go into this world planning on building anything atla related but i'm having a great time

[von-leg]

Duet with Alhaitham

i was possessed guys idk why I made this (mentally ill)

Just kidding actually I just needed more Dehailou bffs content

[sandrockbandit]

thats the dynamic

[ghosts-cyphera]

okay so porn star ghost is like my new obsession?? he can’t help but read all the tweets and comments and loves the ones where people suggest scenarios for the next videos for the two of you and he just keeps getting kinkier and kinkier in the videos 😍

ooooh my god yes !! one of ps!ghost's favorite things to do before you shoot together is to hang out with you while you get your hair and makeup done, and read the comments out loud to you. not in a mocking way or to tease you. well, to tease you just a little bit—we all know he enjoys turning your cheeks warm—but it's mainly to remind you of all the love coming your way.

"okay that's enough," you laugh as you glance at ghost through the mirror of the vanity. "I want to hear comments about you." "reading the best ones, love," ghost shushed you with a grin. resting on his back on the couch with his arm placed behind his head, he looked casual. relaxed. clearing his throat, he then read: "first I thought I wanted him to rail me braindead. then I thought I wanted her to sit on my face until I pass out. turns out I just want them both to step on me, spit on me, have me as their—," ghost squinted his eyes, "personal—oh! fuckin' right—their personal chew toy," he raised his brows with his grin, "and then revive me so we can do it all over again." "huh." "huh," he echoed your word with his grin. "no one else I'd rather be doin' all that with is all I'll fuckin' say." the quirk of your brow was an unneeded confirmation of "that makes two of us."

ghost also screenshots all the ones where they ship the two of you!! all the comments that say how obvious it is how much you like him, and especially the ones that say that you were meant to be.

he doesn't do it in a creepy way. the comments are simply something he likes to go back to when he's doubting himself or unsure if he's just imagining the twinkle in your eyes as you look at him: the genuine nature of your smile as you kiss him.

he respects that—while you do make him feel special—for you he might be nothing more than just work, but when he feels that sense of longing for you late at night... reading the comments under your videos while grinning in his bed does help.

while ghost is also stable enough to know that feeling jealous over your work with other men is pointless, nobody can convince me that his guilty pleasure isn't to browse through the comments under your videos with graves, lol. because scattered between the comments from white cishet redneck men cheering him on and name calling you (deep breaths, simon), are always comments from your fans.

"ghost would never." "he doesnt know how to touch u like ghost touches u" "he's so focused on his own pleasure that he's forgetting all about her. did he even try to make her come?"

never fails to cheer him up, lol.

oh and bonus from a reply that's still sitting in my drafts, eek:

ghost would also love to reply to the comments, hyping you up with the fans and responding with the most random and cryptic emojis whenever someone even hints towards wanting to see him put a ring on it because of how obvious the sparks between the two of you are.

a fan: ghost, just marry her already. we need to see you living in that little house, hosting dinner parties for real. ghost: 🥸😵‍💫😏

[beomoa]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

✦ - 𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝖡𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 : 𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎!"

𝘢/𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 : 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝗰𝘄𝘀 ( 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱. swearing, jealous Luffy if u squint lol, implied fem!reader but no pronouns was used.

Angst/comfort I guess?

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘! 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏! Nami slightly scolded him, it's an annoying sound he's been making for about 10 minutes, "god damn where the fuck is y/n??" "ZORO SHUT UP CHOPPERS IS RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE!" "I'm gonna have a sore throat because of you guys!" She cough " 'need a break.", nami wondered where you are, room? Kitchen? Or did you go shopping?! Without her? No you wouldn't. She needed you for Luffy, so he can bother you while they can relax... So he can finally stop dragging his slippers on the floor. It's annoying. Where were you? Luffy needed attention!

"hey-" you were greeted by Luffy laying in the fake..you don't know grass. He was staring at the sky not making any emotion. Blank, bored, but the sound of your voice made his head look at your direction, "hi Luffy, how was lunch?" He looked at you and pouted "boring. Where were you?" You walked to the kitchen and of course, luffy's instinct was to follow you, "bought food, here Sanji! This should be good for a month." You immediately took a glance on Luffy, who is frowning a little bit "y/n-chan I'm gonna cook the dinner now! You can wait on the counter! Thanks for buying the food! I know I can't trust that moss head..." while he prepared the ingredients for now's dinner you turned to Luffy "what's wrong?" Luffy pouted at your obliviousness "nothing come with me" he took your hand and walked outside the kitchen.

you got to the captains room and of course, locked. "Luffy something's wrong?" He looked at the floor "I feel a weird feeling when you talk to other people.. it's hurts I hate it." Your eyes widened up a bit and got closer to him "hmm...your jealous?" He shook his head, you knew what he was really feeling. Envy, jealousy "it's okay, I know you are, I get jealous too when you talk to other people." You smiled at him, he looked up at you "did you hear what I said when you left the ship earlier?" You tilt your head, Luffy loved that habit of yours "I said I love you.." he said upset, but hugging you while resting on your shoulder. "Oh Luffy..I'm sorry I didn't hear you!.." "is it because of brook?" He said quietly, but you still can here his voice, it's a little shaky like he's about to cry. "No luffyy... I'm sorry.. I love you too!"

after some time comforting the captain and your man, it ended by you being the big spoon, snuggling him comfortably so he can rest.

"it's so quiet here" nami sipped the drink that Sanji gave her "y/n came back, I think he's resting at his room with y/n." Robin bit the pastries by..yes Sanji made. "Mm.. yes he's asleep now.." you got out of the room almost like you just woke up. "Y/n chan! I made you snacks!" Sanji "flew" to you and you smiled to him and taking the drink. The day was getting great, captains asleep, everyone's relaxing, not until you heard his door opened. "Yn! There you are!!" "oh.. God hes fully charged." Nami said in somehow annoyed tone. And you just giggled by the crews panic. You'll make sure to make him behave later.

[pumpkinsy0]

idk how to describe this post, but just describing characters psyche lol

darry,dally, and tim- they have little to no genuine support system and have to harbor everything they go through pretty much alone and bottle shit up cause growing up quickly sucks

tim- his parents werent rlly parents, so he had to emotionally mature fast and understand what they did wrong in life and in having kids so that he could better take care of angela and curly, he learns quickly that looking out for ur own blood can save ur skin more than yknow it, his parents arent around rlly anymore and he doesnt exactly know where they run off to even if they come back home for a few days but he knows theyll never learn that

angela- she canonically had a break down about her life being actual dogshit and bryon says that in the morning she’ll go back to her own stone cold strong self cause thats just the way she is, that's just the way she's learned to go through life

literally every singular one of the characters LMAOOO- its self explanatory HOWEVER i will highlight darry here

curly- faces a shit ton of oppression (even if u dont agree w him being queer hes still black to me but if u dont see him as black hes still a poc and a greaser) so hes just learned to do whatever he wants bc no matter what he does hes always gonna b judged so y not live life to the fullest and in a way that makes him happy, he’ll still be shunned, but at least he’ll be happy

tim- i cant properly find the words to explain it, but someone needs to check up on this nigga fr, a good portion of the neighborhood is religious, especially the older ppl yet they always judge him for one thing and another, nobody is rlly genuinely hoping (or in this case praying) he gets better

curly- shameless reminder that i ship purly, so I thought about curly saying this to pony for a sec cause i think cures that type guy to just explore the world any way he wants and he'll do anything to get someone to join him in on it

this is also for very obvious reason two bit, soda and if u squint, steve

darry- he cares for pony sm it comes off to pony that he doesnt care at all, pony needs his space to breathe and darry doesnt wanna let em go

the shepards but most particularly angela- for some reason she held her parents in a high light cause unlike some kids in the neighborhood they had them both, curly and tim knew this wasn't rlly the case very quickly and as angela grew up, bit by bit she knew what they meant and would lay or even cry in bed over it

TAKE AWAY THAT THESE R COUSINS PLS ONLY PAY ATTENTION TO THE WORDS THATS WHAT IM TRYNNA HIGHLIGHT HERE IM BEGGING U

purly- either way u chose who's who the other has always felt like they weighted other ppl down (for ponys case) or like theyre just to far gone to be helped (for curlys case), they still love each others company because they see the other as being worth it/deserving of it

however if u dont ship purly or can't get over em being cousins this is literally darry and pony or johnny and pony for like the same exact reason

[underoospeterparker]

hi hi, can i participate in your celebration? also CONGRATULATIONS!! on 300 followers! :D 🍩

i’m 5’0 sadly the same height since middle school. i liked to play around with the clothing i wear but i’ve been wearing a lot of hime gyaru inspired outfits and just very pink outfits no matter what!! i have dark brown hair with baby pink highlights! My eyes are dark brown, and my skin is pretty tan olive skin tone. I love to sew and design clothing! it’s also my major in university right now. i’m quite extroverted but i can be shy and enjoy my alone time, and i really like quality time and physical touch. I work at the front desk of a tennis court dispite me not ever playing tennis. I’m pretty friendly to everyone around me but only good friend with a small group. I would say tulips are my favorite flowers they are so silly and lovely! i also speak spanish as my first language! i love to take pictures of things and send them to my friends if it reminds me of them. I kinda hide it but i love video games (especially fighting ones lol) :)

thank u so much lovely and congratulations again :))))

welcome to my 300 celebration!

I ship you with remus lupin! (you are remus anon 3)

a. rem gifting you tulips:

"rem," you murmured, still half asleep. you stretched your arms out to feel him gone, covers empty and messy. thinking nothing of it, you closed your eyes and fell asleep again. just twenty minutes later, your boyfriend crept back into his dorm room, trying to avoid the one place that make a loud creaking noise, knowing it would definitely annoy you, especially so early in the morning. he crawled back into bed, keeping his bouquet on his bedside and wrapping his arms around you. "g'morning," you smiled, eyes still closed. "where'd you go?" "was picking out something for you." this statement made you open your eyes, squinting in the light to find him holding a flower bouquet of your favourite coloured tulips, wrapped with a pretty pink bow. "they're gorgeous, remus" you murmured, leaning forward to give him a kiss. it was like a reward. he smiled against your lips. "thank you."

b. speaking spanish to remus:

"spanish is your first language?" he had asked, incredulous, on one of your first dates. "but you speak english almost better than me!" you laughed as a response, saying, "both my parents were born and brought up in salamanca, so yeah, i speak spanish." he still looked unconvinced. "say something in spanish, then." you gave a half-suppressed giggle before saying, "eres muy guapo." you hesitated before saying, "y estoy enamorado de ti." he smiled, then asked, "what did you say?" "just told you how annoying you are."

c. showing remus your new dress:

"close your eyes!" you exclaimed, turning around and running back to your shared bedroom before remus even got a glance at you. "why am i closing my eyes?" he laughed, hand in front of his face. "are you indecent?" you rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't see it. "no, i bought a new dress," you responded, making your way back to the living room. you stood in front of him and pulled his hand away from his face. "you can open them now," you said. his amused gaze travelled from your face down to your body, eyes brightening with the knowledge that you had decided to wear this dress, right after he'd told you he loved seeing you in pink. "you're gorgeous, sweetheart." he whispered, already pulling you onto his lap. "always have been."

[helyiios]

I love your benthan fanart and AUs a lot! Also, do you ship any other m:i characters together (like for example; lane x benji or alanna x ilsa)?

- 🌙

Moon anon! Hiii, thank u sm!! I do ship other stuff. I like Jane/Ilsa, and if you squint, I’m a little bit into Brandt/Hunley, lol. Also Degas and his cop partner whose name I forgot…(?)

[chickabee]

Welp

I'm a slut for this fic

Expand this post at ur own risk

but i warned you and you're still here

interesting🤔...

🤭

i wonder how sbj feels about fic written for her story? That's why I don't like tagging these posts with the mth tag because I feel like that's both rude and like...

I don't know.

If I made a fanfic for a show I loved, shipping my favorite characters, and I felt like all the ships are basically otp, just for someone who's read my story and liked it, to come and rewrite it to fit their original characters in it, I'd feel... quite odd to say the least. 😐

But I wanted to post this because I was going to post art but it's too late and I don't feel like drawing. I hate drawing rn. It is what it is.

If SBJ ever does come across this post and she's not with it, I will take this down because I get it. It's her idea.

But weird confesstion time: I think I'm more of a fan girl for MTH than PPG at this point. Does anyone else feel this way? :I

I think Racket admitted that once, I don't know, don't "quote me" but.... yeah...

I've been reading this fic since 2014, dead ass, and when I tell you guys I've literally been rewriting the entire story to make my own AU

I'm not lying. It's... very strange, I know :(

okay very weird confession time over. I'll regret that in the future lol.

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So before the story -i'm going to get to it, I promise- I just wanna explain the premise here.

Such as SBJ has aged up the ppg and rrb, I've done the same for my characters.

In a very odd sense, Lillian Bella ,and Jenna are remarkably similar to Bubbles, Buttercup and Blossom.

In many ways, such as the way they interact with each other, their personalities and blah, you'll see what I mean as you read the bit I'm posting.

But I'm dead ass when I say, I made my characters way before I read more than human.

Their personalities did shift though because of other things that influenced me. Such as, Lillian is literally Cat Valentine TM and I know ppl say that Bubbles is also Cat but no-

I have based Lillian off of cat since like 2015. before the conversation for Bubbles started online.

Lol but whatever, these characters do read as rip offs :( i'm sorry.

Lastly, Lillian and Boomer where in a relationship. In this AU Lillian is basically the stand in for Hailey, and the break up made her fall on her ass hard. So yeah, maybe one day i'll repost that "chapter" where u can obviously tell she's trying to ask Boomer out before he inevitably goes for Bubbles.

Sorry Lillian girl, but the blues are fate 💅🏾

so ALLLLLLLLLLLLL that aside.

here's the damn thing, with a lack of attention to spelling and grammar. it's based off of chapter 10 when the boys get sick.

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Bella flew on her back as she guided Jenna and Lillian though the sky.

“They live right over there, beyond the other apartment complex,” she ordered them, “see?”

Lillian squinted into the distance, “Wow, you really do have good memory.”

“I’m your fucking sister, you should know this first.”

Jenna flew before them, “Come on, I don’t want to be over here too long. The professor should be on his way.”

“Oh, the Professor’s coming? I haven’t spoken to him in awhile,” Bella said.

“He was at the Introduction dance the other day,” her twin responded.

“I know, but we never got to say hi. Too busy bothered with… other things.”

“Like going to the boy’s house?” Jenna asked.

“Precisely.” Bella nodded.

They continued to chat as they neared the complexes. Talking eased Lillian’s nerves at least. Eventually they made it in front of the door. Jenna knocked.

“Go the fuck away,” Butch’s voice said, hoarse.

“Butchy boy, I brought you a present.” Bella said in a singy songy voice.

“Bella?” he muffled. There was faint shuffling before the locks of the door opened. It cracked as Butch peered.

“You actually came?... and Wow, you really did bring a special gift,” he said, oggling the other two girls. “Too bad I’m too sick to enjoy-”

“Butch let us in, we came to fix you,” Bella ordered bowling open the door. 

He stumbled aside as they walked in, “That’s one way to ask if you can come in I guess.” His slacked expression drifted to Jenna as she crossed the threshold. She didn’t notice him starring.

“This place is huge,” she marvelled.

“So is my room, you wanna check that out?” Butch offered.

Bella snorted, “You’re literally crippled right now, and you think Jenna want’s anything to do with you?” 

Butch was determined, but Jenna moved along the apartment, more interested in the layout and design.

“Butch” a throaty deep voice croaked from a lump on the couch, “I thought I told you to shut up. Why are you inviting fucking guest over?”

Lillian immedeatley turned her head. Boomer was turned to the couch he lay on, blanket over his head.

“Boomer, we’ve got ladies,” his brother grinned.

“I don’t care,” Boomer groaned.

“Don’t worry Boomer, we’ll be out of your hair in no time,” Jenna reassured him. She stood a bit rigid in the dining area, “We’re just waiting on your brother to come so we can get this process over with.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay for the hot tub?” Butch rose a brow.

Lillian was amazed. “You guy’s got a hot tub?”

At the sound of her voice, it seemed the Boomer lump went stiff. 

“Sure, if you guys stay over,” Butch sniffled.

Lillian considered, “Mmmh. No thanks, maybe some other time.”

“Think about it,” Butch muttered.

“I’m thinking about how the fuck you guys are survivng off of just silverware and cereal.” Lillian and Jenna turned to Bella who was scouting their kitchen. “What the fuck are you guys even eating in here? Do you share this?” She shook the cereal box she was indicating.

“Get out of their kitchen,” Jenna ordered.

“No. How about I go get food for their kitchen.”

“Volunteering to be a personal butler?” Butch peered up.

“You’re real funny,” Bella muttered opening their fridge. “I’ve got my own butler to demand around. I cant have a butler and be a butler. That’s just silly.” Just then the front door opened and everyone turned to.

Buttercup and Bubbles stood in the doorway, laddened with grocery bags.

“Huh. I’ve gotta make sure I lock that thing more often,” Butch noted to himself.

“Welcome to the party,” Bella said from the kitchen.

Bubbles instantly rushed to Boomer as Buttercup dropped her groceries, “I didn’t even know we were having one.” Butch helped himself to her bags.

“What brings you guys?” Jenna asked. Bubbles was sat on the edge of the couch, comforting her sick boyfriend.

“We’ve bout some stuff to help the boys feel better in the meantime. I’m cooking soup.”

“You’re going to cook for us?” Butch said, a sparkle in his eye.

“Don’t get too happy. I’m just doing this as a friend.”

“Oh Buttercup, you really are the bestest friend in the whole wide world.” Butch moaned blearily.

“Uh huh.”

“Hey! what about me?” Bella called from the kitchen, closing the fridge door. “I came to help as well.”

“Help raid our pantry?” Butch offered.

“No,” Bella replied back just as snarky, “Help bring my sister so that she can make you guys feel better faster.”

“She’s telling the truth,” Jenna sighed, pulling out a chair for herself, “Lillian is here to help with recovery. But aside from that I have no clue why Bella tagged along.”

“Emotional support.” she said as if it were obvious.

“Guy’s I don’t mean to be a mood killer,” Bubbles said gently from the couch, “but Boomer say’s that he’s really tired and he’d like some rest.”

The room replied with various apologies before ending the conversation. Having nothing else to distract him, Butch eventually fell back asleep on the floor as Buttercup began assorting the groceries, the other girls offering their help alongside her.

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LAtEr

aye

THIS PART IS LITERALLY SBJ'S WRITING. WORD FOR WORD.

I am just showing off the parts I added in, to show the general vibe of how I weave in my story.

Read More than Human it's better anyway lol :)

continuing

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“How are you feeling?” Bubbles asked as she poured a fresh glass of water for Boomer and carried it over to the couch. “Any better?”

“I guess. At least until you leave.” He grinned weakly at her, and she smiled.

“Ugh, now you’re making me sick,” Buttercup gagged from the kitchen. Lillian had just finished chopping the carrots and dumped them into the bowl beside her. Jenna was washing dishes and Bella made use with Butch’s playstation portable in the meantime.

Bubbles shot a disapproving look over her shoulder. “Nobody asked you to stay,” she retorted, and Butch raised his hand from where he laid on the living room floor.

“I asked,” he pointed out. “Because Boomer didn’t feel like playing with me. ‘Go play with yourself,’ he said.”

“Hey,” Boomer warned, eyes narrowed. “We got ladies in the house.”

“Ladies cooking for you, no less,” Buttercup muttered under her breath as she set a pot of water to boil. “A little help, Bubbles?”

 She picked up the bowl of vegetables Lillian had just chopped up for her. “Well, at least I got some help. Thanks, Lillian,” she mumbled giving her sister a pointed glare.

Lillian giggled, “It’s no problem. I love cooking.”

“I can tell. You did good with these.” She shuffled the bowl around inspecting the cuts she was granted with.

As she did so, Lillian went to chop some onions, quietly keying on the conversation in the livingroom.

Bubbles looked down at Boomer and smiled again. “Drink your water.”

The look on his face was apprehensive. “Don’t leave me. What if I drown?”

Bubbles stifled a giggle and tried to look serious. “You’re going to drown in that cup of water?”

“I’m very sick, you know. It could happen.”

“You’re just… you’re so silly!” Bubbles laughed, and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead.

“Hey, how come I don’t get any kisses?” Butch sounded upset.

“Bubbles! Help much?!” Buttercup snapped. “Seriously, for Christ’s sake!”

“Alright! Keep your shirt on,” Bubbles grumbled, squeezing Boomer’s hand before heading for the kitchen.

“Please don’t,” Butch said hopefully. “Please don’t keep your shirt on.”

Buttercup pitched a dish towel at him.

Bella who had headphones on and was sat at the dining table, removed one muff not taking her eyes off of her game, “Are you guys seriously talking about fucking while the boys are sick?…. Because that would be actually sick.”

“Put your headphones back on,” Buttercup grumbled pulling out a spoon.

“No. I want in on this. If the room is in favor of an orgy, I am too.”

“But didn’t you just say that was sick?” Lillian blinked innocently as she peeled her onion. Bella was too distracted by the game in her hands to answer.

“She is no help,” Buttercup mumbled.

“Trust me Buttercup, her being occupied with the game is the greatest help you’ll get from her in this situation.” Jenna said nonchalantly drying a dish and setting it aside.

“Yeah, Bella’s pretty bad in the kitchen,” Lillian giggled, thinking furtively back to her sister's many kitchen atrocities. 

Bubbles had joined her side. She was bright, “Ooh! Blossom’s not good as well. I guess we all aren’t so different after all.” she said giddy.

Lillian quietly looked at her as Bubbles, chipper,  reached for a knife herself. She decidedly moved her cutting board to the other counter where Jenna was apart of, “Yeah, maybe so,” she said in a quiet voice. Bubbles blinked.

Some tomatoes was set in front of her.

“Get to chopping,” Buttercup ordered. 

Bubbles rolled her eyes lightheartedly and began chopping up a tomato, all the while she cast Lillian a distrait look over her shoulder.

--And lastly, closure between Lillian and Boomer--

Lillian was the last at the boys house. As awkward as it was arriving, eventually with the day panning along she’d loosened up and got more comfortable. 

After the girls left, Jenna surely left. She checked on Brick before leaving though, but he’d been asleep. Lillian noticed she’d been glancing at Brick’s door all day, especially when Blossom was in it. 

After she left, the professor showed up. He was very delighted to see Lillian and Bella. They talked for a while, shared pleasantries, and then he did his part before waving goodbye. Bubbles had waved too and thinking back to the hard time Lillian was giving her today, she granted her a small wave back feeling a bit guilty. 

Eventually, Bella fell asleep at the table as night fell and Lillian worked on her personal remedy that she needed to give to the boys before she left. 

She looked at her glowing hands and sighed, then casted a look at the living room. Boomer and Butch had left for their rooms. She thought about calling them out, but figured their day was hard enough and shook out her nerves before starting off-

“Want me to go with you?” Bella mumbled beside her. Lillian blinked to her.

“No. It’s fine.” she mumbled before starting for Brick’s room. 

Brick was asleep luckily for her, so she made his visitation quick, so was Butch. Boomer’s room was the door she hesitated in front of. The soft sleep of her sister was just beyond her, like a personal reminder to get a move on.

Lillian swallowed thinking back to the one and only time she got a glimpse of his room. It was a Nirvana poster and an acoustic guitar, and it stayed that way and it was perfect that way when she thought about it. 

She placed a reluctant hand on the knob and twisted very gently, easing the door open as not to make a sound. 

He said nothing. 

She opened the door a little more and shuffled in, trying not to be so awkward about this. She got a good look of his space. There were posters plastered everywhere,  mainly blonde girls and rock stars. She noted those blonde girls specifically though, and wondered, grudgingly, what he’d ever saw in a girl like her?  

His room was a little messy, not as wild as Butch's but messy nonetheless.  He was lied on his bed turned to the other wall with a window shining dimly behind curtains. It was dark, but she didn't want to wake him up so she used the light around her to her advantage. 

When she reached him, she halted, hovering above him a bit. She felt her stomach doing cartwheels.

He slept very peacefully on his side. He didn't snore or breath heavy, he just lay real still, blankets pulled over him. 

her hands tingled to touch him with the remedy. She took a deep breath and reached out for his shoulder-

He turned. Lillian wretched her hand back and gasped. 

His eyes were open but heavy. 

"You're still here?" He asked, surprisingly nonchalant. His voice was still sore, she could hear it, but it was also drowsy. 

"I'm… I'm here to help you." Lillian whispered. "Get better."

"Mhh," he hummed. Then he sniffles. "You're not gonna get sick?"

"I'm immune to the virus naturally," she said fiddling with her fingers.

"Oh. Sweet," he muttered.

She touched his shoulders feeling how incredibly warm he was. It was worrisome, though all the boys had that temperature tonight. The light in her hand navigated slowly through his body.

As she waited for the remedy to pass through, she cleared her throat, a bit awkward. "H-how long were you up? Are you okay? Do you need water or…anything like that?"

"No. It's okay." Boomer croaked. "I wouldn't want to bother you."

Lillian looked simultaneously confused and frustrated, "why would that be bothering me?"

"Because like… you still sort of hate me and all."

Lillian went quiet. She bit her lip looking down. She didn't hate Boomer but…

But maybe she was being a jealous friend. 

She sighed shaking her head, "Boomer, I don't hate you." She said softly. She looked at him, "I'm sorry for making you feel that way."

He coughed and looked down, "You don't have to apologize."

It was quiet for a moment before Lillian muttered, "I feel like I should." 

It was quiet again. 

"Well whatever I did, I'm sorry too," Boomer mumbled. 

"That's the thing," she mumbled. A horrid sense of guilt began to wash over her as she looked down at her shoes. "That's the thing about this entire situation.  You've done nothing. You don't deserve to feel bad because I'm upset. It's just not right and… I'm being a bad friend trying revolve everything around me." She blinked, sadly, "I'm-... you're not in the wrong here."

Boomer looked at her. She didn't catch the gaze he casted her.

“Sorry,” she finally breathed.

His hand was hot as it clasped around the wrist of the hand healing him. She finally looked up into his eyes, though sick, ironically warm. 

“Me too.” He said, his voice soft like a whisper. “About…everything. About how it all went down.”

She could tell, he was talking about something different. Deeper than her entire petty dilemma, and that struck something within her. Something regretful.

Was this the only closure she was going to get? A tragic one?

As she looked into Boomer’s eyes, recalling the look of admiration he once gave her that he now gave to another girl, she came to a stubborn realization.

That perhaps she was asking too much from a boy. A simple boy, who only wanted to move on, and for some reason she wanted to keep him forever. It could simply be that she needed to let him go and appreciate the extension of friendship he offered her over and over again.

Even when she ignored it. Even when she hated him for it. 

The pressure of his hand went slack as he began to drift unconscious, probably too exhausted to keep up with the conversation he engaged with her in the first place. 

She stood by his bedside, hand on his shoulder and her heart heavy.

***

Bella shook her head awake as a tap came to her shoulder.

“We can go now. I’m all done,” Lillian whispered.

Bella made a loud ‘Phew’ sound that Lillian immediately, sternly, shushed amidst the various snoring in the house. Bella stretched to get up, “You were taking forever, what time is it?” she yawned.

Lillian tugged her phone out, light briefly illuminating her face, “It’s 11:20.”

“Whoo! We just stayed past curfew at the rowdyruff boys house,” Bella cheered. Lillian winced.

“Go. The fuck. Home.” A dark voice muttered from Brick’s room. Both twins looked to his door.

“We should go.” Lillian whispered hurriedly, to her sister as she steered her out.

“But I wanted another bowl of that soup-”

“Come on,” Lillian said, pushing her out the door. She locked the bottom, even if it seemed futile to do so, out of respect for their privacy, and possibly to discourage her sister from trying to get back in.

---

okay- that's it. i'm done lmao

if you stuck around this long, thanks for reading!

oh and, for reference, if it matters, I have pictures of Lillian, and Bella but not Jenna so

Jenna is brown skin, I can't decide on her eye color atm but she has long dark auburn hair.

[hakucho-art]

HEHE…. do u ship emimob. theyre so cute, aren’t they. THEYRE SO CUTE ARENT THEY

*squints* (sorry, but I started assuming that every Anon message I get is from Yuki. If youre not Yuki, hello dear 🥰 If you're Yuki, I will haunt you in your dreams)

ANYWAYS

I do like them! The episode with them really hit me more than expected, like I knew this series is gonna get stuck on me when Mob cried while picking up the tornup story and I may have gotten a little teary at that too.

I dont strongly ship them tho, since there wasnt enough content for them. After all, it was only one episode lol. Tho they are def one of my faves in the spectrum of mp100 ships :3

[askdaycareduo]

THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTUVE!!!! however its still here because im sentimental and i love the art i made for it! if anyone wants to grab this idea, feel free to! im keeping the other stuff i wrote tho bc a) it has my main and i want credit for my art still and b) idk i just want it LMAO

Hello everyone! And welcome to Ask DaycareDuo! This is a fun little fandom account dedicated to answering your questions about Daycare Duo! This post includes all the info you will need before sending in a question!

Who is daycare duo?

It's Gregory and the daycare attendant! Questions can be asked to Gregory, Sun, Moon, or Eclipse! But other characters are here too! Characters from Security Breach AND Ruin! (More explained later ^^") uhh new duo name ideas r always welcome lol

Basic info:

The comic centers around Gregory and the Daycare attendant! If you want to ask a specific character, please include that in ur question! This is a "good ending" of sorts but there IS lore if you squint. (and ask the right questions wink wink nudge nudge)

Rules:

No NSFW! I'm a minor!

Nothing that promotes bigotry or racism will be tolerated.

Prosh//p, nsfw accs, ect, DNI!!

No shipping, I just don't like it.

I can't promise I'll get to every question but I'll try!

Breaking these rules may result in a block depending on what u did

About the Admin!

I'm Reese! I'm the only admin atm and as of now I'm not looking for others! My main is @hearts4ggy I'm a minor, I go by any pronouns, and Gregory is my favorite character.

Thank you for reading! I hope you guys enjoy this silly account I made for my favorite characters!

[zeearting]

A proud dad walking EARTH'S DEFENDER down the aisle to give her away to her husband-to-be

It's finally done :') this took way longer than i thought it would but drawing it made me happy. Part of my 'Draw my fav animated girls in bridal wear/beautiful dresses' series ( first drawing here x )

Dedicated to the forever lovely @l1nkp1t who requested a pidge! I love you bruh 😘😘

Here's a little closeup of Pidge a.k.a Katie Holt:

And a closeup of uncle sam:

Phew I'm gonna go rest for a month now!

[maternalcube]

for @voltronwhumpweek2017 day 6: poison. this is heavily based off the poem “Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen and i highly recommend reading that first, its pretty short. warning (for the poem and this drabble) for graphic description of the effects of poison gas.

The thing is, when the Olkari contacted them to say they'd developed a new weapon to use against the Galra, no one questioned it.

When they went to pick it up and were given a bag of small round things like bombs, no one questioned it. When they were told to throw them like grenades--when they were told they wouldn't hurt them, only the Galra, somehow, no one questioned it.

They distributed the Olkari Grenades, as Hunk called them, to each paladin. Not to the Blade of Marmora though, since apparently they could only hurt Galra. Kolivan didn't question it, either, though--nor did Keith.

Lance wonders now how no one could have questioned it. It's not as though any war convention held on Earth applies in space.

They brought the grenades to battle many times, but had never before had cause to use them--close quarters, or too much space between targets, no good opportunity for that kind of weapon. For the kind of weapon they thought it was.

The battlefield they find themselves on, now, is a swamp; they waded through the mud and sludge for far too long to get here, only to find themselves entrenched behind a massive tree root, huddled while Lance and Hunk took potshots at the Galra hardly fifty feet away, behind the next root.

"Maybe we should try out those grenades," Pidge had suggested, but it was Lance who threw one. It had sailed neatly over the roots, a perfect arc that landed directly into the midst of the Galra beyond.

And then, instead of an explosion, the air had erupted into green--pollen, thick and sweet-smelling, though little of it drifted back toward them yet. There were cries from beyond the roots, the kind that made them all shift uneasily at the sound. And the cloud grew and spread, blanketing them all in green fog.

And then Keith had coughed.

It was only then, with a sickening lurch, that Lance remembered Keith is part Galra. 

Pidge went pale--she's curled up against the root now, frozen, stricken. Keith is pale, too, and the fear twists his face as he fumbles to seal his helmet but he's choking, his hands are shaking. He stumbles at Lance and Lance catches him but he's shaking just as badly, watching as the poison spores take their toll. Hunk and Allura are yelling--calling Coran, the lions, anyone. 

"Lance," Keith chokes, scrabbling at the front of his armor. Lance stumbles back under his weight until his shoulders hit the root; they crumple to the ground together, and by some miracle when Lance reaches up he manages to activate Keith's visor.

But Keith is still coughing, spraying blood on the inside of his helmet, and it's too late and Lance doesn't know what to do. Keith's eyes roll up, white and blank and empty.

"The castle is here, we have to move!" Allura shouts, and in moments Hunk is scooping Keith up out of Lance's arms even as he shudders and jerks, and Allura is hauling Lance and Pidge both to their feet, dragging them stumblingly along. The mud drags them down and breathing is hard even when he's immune to the poison but all Lance can hear is the coughing, Keith wheezing for breath as blood fills his lungs and comes bubbling out.

Pidge is shaking as badly as Lance is, next to him, eyes wide and unseeing.

Hunk sets a bruising pace, pushing through the mud as fast as he can heedless of how his movements jolt Keith around. He pushes ahead, tailed by Allura, and Lance and Pidge fall behind much as they try to stumble after them.

Keith's twisted face is burned into the backs of Lance's eyelids. When he can't hear his coughing anymore he can't know if he hasn't--if he's still breathing.

Pidge stumbles and falls into the mud and doesn't get up. Lance heaves her up onto his back, and she silently wraps her arms around his shoulders.

By the time they reach the lions Hunk and Keith are already gone, their lions too. Blue waits above the marsh as Lance lets Pidge down. He doesn't quite register getting in Red, or the short trip up to the castle, but he's all too aware when they reconvene in the hangar and rush as one to the infirmary, heedless of the trail of mud they leave behind them.

Keith is already in a pod when they get there, still in his muddy armor--still with blood dripping slowly off his chin, face hollow and white. Shiro is there, eyes fixed on him, standing motionless next to Coran, who rubs Hunk's back as he heaves into a bucket.

"He'll be fine," Coran tells them, and Pidge lets out a squeak of a sob and crumples. Lance drops to his knees, too, there in the doorway, and Allura steps over them to join the others. The relief is as overwhelming as the guilt.

"We didn't know," Pidge chokes in a whisper as the rest murmur together. "Why didn't we know."

"We never asked," Lance hears himself say. "No one questioned it."

No one at all.

[thedevilsdom]

Im so nervous lol.

just wanted to say that you made me accept a lot of my kinks that I thought were gross and felt bad for having so thank you soo much 💕

I saw an Obey me snz fic you made and was wondering if you take requests?? I have been looking everywhere for a Mammon snz fic and sadly there isn't almost any snz content in the fandom 😢

It's okay of you can't take requests now tho!! I don't want to make you uncomfortable lol

aw I’m glad I could be of some help!!

Ships: Mammon/GN!MC Contents: Sneezes, Dom/Sub, Handjobs, Rope bondage, Butt Plugs, Praise Wordcount: ~1.5k

He’s your good boy. He’s always your good boy, and you’re always delighted to see that he’s usually willing to indulge you in whatever it is you want to do.

Though this time, as you’re tying him up, something feels just a little bit off.

You had called him over to your room, putting on a little bit of perfume on your neck and wrists as you prepped the rope and anything else you’d need. Some silky white rope, a spreader bar, and a cage muzzle. All things you’ve used on him before, so really there was no need to suspect that a single thing would be off.

Now, as you finish the knots securing his hands over his head and tied to the bedframe, you pull back and notice that he doesn’t look quite… There. His eyes aren’t quite focused, and his brow is juuust a little bit pinched. He looks like he’s trying to focus but can’t.

“Mammon?” You ask, kneeling between his spread legs, “Everything alright?”

“Eh? Yeah, yeah of course.” He’s quick to nod and try to dismiss your worries. You give him a disbelieving look while you reach behind you on the bed to grab the little vibrating plug and the lube you’d brought,

“Okay, if you’re sure. Make sure you tell me if anything’s wrong, ‘kay?” You say, apprehensive. He smiles and agrees, eager to have your hands on- and in­- him. You lube up your fingers and bring them down between his legs, easily slipping one into him and pulling a low sigh from his throat.

“Theeere you go,” You begin to slowly drag the pad of your finger along his inner walls, stroking across his prostate and making his legs give little shivers. He’s so pliant and willing like this, not to mention needy. It didn’t take long to get him squirming and trying to push down onto the single finger that’s inside him.

“Does my good boy need more inside him? You want something to fill you up?” You purr. His whole body shivers. His hands form fists, discontent with being uselessly tied above him, wanting to reach out and grab you and hold you up to himself.

“Please, ple-mph- please!” Mammon cries out. He always gets so needy, all for you. You add a second finger, listening to him whine. Though, normally by this point, he’d be begging you to kiss him. Tying him up and muzzling him like this is your favorite way of depriving him of that closeness he loves so much, only to give it to him tenfold later in the night, but it isn’t any fun if he doesn’t beg for it.

“Mammon, baby,” You hum, slowing the push of your fingers to a crawl, “You don’t want kisses?”

He freezes as your eyes lock onto his. Even he recognizes that that isn’t normal behavior. After a moment, he breaks eye contact to look to the side and mumble something. When you don’t respond, he speaks up.

“You muzzled me already, I know that I won’t be getting any kisses now, what’s the point in asking?” He pouts.

“Oh, so we’re being bratty tonight? Is that it?” Your free hand squeezes the meat of his thigh and he blanches.

“I- I’m sorry! Please just- just keep going?”

“Hmph,” You start stroking his cock as you fuck him with your fingers, “You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous tonight. Any more attitude from you and I’ll have you over my knee.”

“Yeah- ngh- yeah, MC, thank you,” He mutters. Normally something like that would earn you a snarky comment in return, but you suppose he must just be feeling awfully subservient tonight. You cast a glance up at him and catch that same bleary, unfocused look from before. You give him a few more pumps of your hands before pulling them back completely. You easily slide the plug into his ass and press the button on the little remote, setting it to a low vibration, then you get up on your knees and move to over him. He looks confused when you suddenly straddle his lap.

“I wonder how long you’ll last like that.” You grind your ass back on his cock.

“I- hih- I don’t think- wait, hang on, MC-“ He mutters. You see him squint for a moment before a look of what you can only describe as shock crosses his face for just a split second before he quickly, desperately, turns his head to the side, the metal cage of his muzzle hitting his bicep, his whole body tensing-

“ha’ikshiew!” He sneezes to the side, uncovered. Immediately after, he looks mortified. Eyes wide, brow pinched, not-even-looking-at-you mortified. “I-I’m- That was so gross, I’m so sorry, MC, something’s been makin’ my nose itch all ni-hih! Fuck- huh-tshh! Hih-knxght! Huh-ktshiew!” A barrage of sneezes hit him, try as he might to stifle them.

The poor boy looks like he’s about to start crying, he’s so embarrassed.

He’s supposed to be your good boy, your always-sexy sub who gives you all the best reactions, how is he supposed to do that if he just made a fucking mess of his arm and muzzle with his sneezes? You probably think he’s disgusting and gross. He keeps his gaze trained away from you as he anticipates the incoming rejection and demand for him to get out of your room.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, he feels a warm hand on top of his head, and fingers carding through his hair, pulling his fringe out of his face.

“Cute.” You chuckle. “Must be my new perfume.” You turn up the vibrator with a press of the button, and his hips buck involuntarily behind you, head falling back with another hitch of his breath. “Here,” Your hand presses at the back of his head, urging him to lean forward and rest his forehead on your shoulder. You feel the warmth of his skin and the cold, wetness of his muzzle. “Can you smell it?”

“Can’t- hihh… I can’t smell much of an-anything,” His words are punctuated by soft sniffling as he tries desperately to keep the mess from dripping. “MC, MC, I’m hehh go-gonna- hik-TchEW! HAKNT-tchiuhh- HikTCHIEW!” He lets out a handful more sneezes against you as you pet his hair, offering a tired little huff at the end of the fit. He sniffles, strong and wet, in a desperate bid to not make any more mess than he already has.

“Oh, my poor baby,” You reach behind with the hand that isn’t on his head, beginning to stroke his needy cock. His head felt light and dizzy from the sneezing, and somehow that made your touch feel even more intense. He lets out a little cry, thighs tensing when you jerk him off. “This feels good, doesn’t it Mammon?”

“’S good, so good,” He sniffs, “wanna kiss you,” He mutters, small against your shoulder. You barely heard it, and you know that he must be so embarrassed asking for such a thing, especially now. The hand on his head undoes the muzzle, dropping it into your lap. He doesn’t have a second to object or even to process before you’re taking his chin between your fingers and angling his head up, pressing a kiss to his lips. They’re wet from the spray, and the humiliation of it only makes Mammon’s blood run hotter.

“My good boy,” You hum when you pull away, guiding his head back down to your neck, “You close?” The sound that leaves his lips is something akin to a rough, ragged sob. Your hand holds the back of his neck possessively. You may not have him collared this time, but this has very much the same effect.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m close,” He nips at your neck, the scent of your perfume hitting him full force now, but he still doesn’t have his hands or arms to cover himself. “Ah- Aktchiew! HekTSHH!” He sneezes hard against your skin. “Huhh- fuuuck- ‘m so close, MC,” He whines, hips twitching and squirming under you.

“Such a needy boy I have,” You purr with what almost sounds like pride in your voice. It’s intoxicating to him. “Cum for me.”

Like a wire snapping, his back bows and his orgasm crashes through him. His cock throbs, sticky white cum spurting across your fingers and the tops of his thighs, some spilling over your hand. He moans, fucking up into your hand again and again, until his shivering and crying out from the overstimulation he’s giving himself. Only then you give him some mercy, turning off the plug and pulling your hand away. He lets out shaky sighs against you.

“My good boy,” You lean back, “Always my good boy.”

“Mhmm,” He hums with a dopey smile and a sniffle, “Always yours.”

You lean forward and give him a kiss to his heated forehead, then push your cum-slicked fingers past his lips. He dutifully gets to work lapping up his mess and suckling on your fingers obediently, humming contentedly as he does it. Once you’re all clean, you untie his hands and start rubbing feeling back into them.

“I’ll never know what I did to deserve such a good boy,” You plant a kiss to his wrist, where the rope was tied, “Thank you, Mammon. ‘M gonna take good care of you now, okay?” You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“U-uh- yeah- can… Can we shower first? So- snf- so you can get that perfume off at least? I don’t think I’d be able to handle any more sneezing.” He says with a shy laugh. “Not that- not that I’m not down for uh- for a repeat some other time.”

A repeat, hm?

You tuck that thought away for now, giving him a quick pet on his head before skipping off to get a bath ready.