#something about it just tickles my funny bone

[smash-chu]

hello, i love your art. it is very bouncy and looks like it has a weight to it, which is very nice to look at and something i struggle with in my own art. however, i noticed that you are swedish (?). and i would like to know your opinion on the current tumblr topic of offering guests food at your house. thank you

Thanks!

I wasn't raised by inconsiderate beasts like some other swedes were, so if you're a guest at my house you get food and fika

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

hi ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

i want to say that i really like your work and would like to try to make a request with douma, where s/o is very random

for example, they just hang out and then s/o gives out a random strange fact like: "did you know that dolphins can fall in love very much and build relationships the same way as people?" or she can run up, pet him and run away, etc

feel free to ignore it! hope you having a wonderful day, love you

and forgive me for my english, it's quite crooked

Hello \(≧▽≦.)/ Thank you so much for saying that anon, that truly makes me happy to hear, also don't worry, your request has been heard loud and clear! And I love it!

I hope I've done your request justice (^ω^.) and please know that your always welcome back to browse and request something from me again.

Your English is great by the way,so don't worry!

Douma/Doma with an S/O who does random things - [Headcannons]:

There where many things that Douma/Doma found boring, in life and with entertainment, but you weren't boring - you were anything but boring

Each day you did (or said) something that tickled his funny bone

Each day you had a new fact, hobby, skill/talent and object that you had to share with him that genuinely had his brain working overtime at how you knew or did that

Douma/Doma finally found something to look forward too each day and it was you and your randomness

Your randomness was cute - adorable even - and it definitely saved you from scenario's that would have ended up with your death (and a rather pissed off and sad spouse) or at least hurt

Douma/Doma enjoys your random fact of the day - that you randomly drop on him at a random point in the day

When you first started your random fact dropping you'd started with facts about the human body during a tea ceremony

"Did you know that the average tongue is about three inches long" You said simply, taking a sip of your tea before continuing "and that the human body can shed about 40 pounds of skin?" - its safe to say that Douma/Doma was so dumbfounded by those facts he over-poured his tea with a rather star-struck expression

Although he does quite like the cute random facts that you tell him too - "Did you know that trees can make friends and talk to each other? Isn't that sweet"

You also had the habit of coming up to him randomly - at different points in the day - and inspecting his hands and tapping three times on his wrist (directly on where his pulse point would be) before leaving without a word

And bopping his nose

And sometimes knocking gently on his forehead

Also you like tracing shapes through his clothes on his back, arms and legs - making him guess the shapes and words you form with your nails

You also liked stealing his fans to use them for something random and/or weird - he once found you using them to cut fruit...

Once you baked a 10 tier cake and brought it in mid sermon with his followers with plates and water

Food was another thing that you made randomly, you baked and cooked new and weird things and brought in for him to try - as well as his followers....

When he sleeps in, it's always a 60/40 that you'll have done something to his hair - You like to fiddle with and decorate his hair and you have once perfectly styled his hair into a plaited mohawk

You've painted his nails - "Oh paint them pink next time love" He'd whined once into your neck "I want them to match the colour of your love~" + "Oh! Like the colour of my organs too?" followed by a blank stare from Douma/Doma

As you both where about to sleep you turned to him, perfect smile on your face and sleep hazing your eyes and said, "I wanna eat you! Just take a chunk cause your too perfect and beautiful for this world" before promptly falling asleep

He has found you trying to do cartwheels down the hall

You've always got something up your sleeve and it honestly brings Douma/Doma so much joy to live through each day, finding out what you had in store

.....you've made a finger puppet version of him before as well as a doll and you have used both as advisors - "And what do you think Wackus Bonkus?" "Kill him" "Oh! You Naughty Wackus Bonkus!"

[just-another-t-word-blog]

Real Laugh

A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction

Okay so, I saw this fanart done by @kalico-of-doom while scrolling around the other day and I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT IT. Otherwise the nonsense deep in my bones will consume me.

As always on my blog, serving up fresh hot garbage semi regularly, ⚠️⚠️ this is in fact a tickle fic. Don’t like, don’t read. Thank you.

Summary: Alastor thinks he’s funny, Angel thinks he should give him something to laugh about.

Self satisfied laughter rang through the sitting room in the hotel foyer. Alastor nudged Angel with his elbow, trying (unsuccessfully) to get him to join in. He’d been rattling off puns for the better part of 20 minutes now, causing most of the hotel residents to vacate the contaminated area. Angel, however, was trapped.

Not physically trapped, mind you, but he didn’t want to leave the powerful demon alone, fearing he may get upset. A happy Alastor was a safe Alastor, and Angel was not about to open that can of worms.

“Oh! I have another one,” Alastor said, smiling widely. “If you don’t mind the crassness, of course. What is the difference between an unclean bus stop, and a lobster with breast implants?” Angel sighed, but engaged, resting his chin in his palm and looking at his companion. “I don’t know, what?”

“One is a crusty bus station, and the other is a busty crustacean!” The red head broke into another fit of laughter, sounding as if he was faking it for a radio audience. This joke at least earned a smile from Angel, albeit a reluctant one. Alastor trailed off, turning to face the porn star more fully. “Oh, come now, why so serious?” Angel shook his head, offering a more exaggerated smile. “Hey, I did laugh at that one.”

“You smiled, my dear arachnid. I’d say that’s hardly laughter.” Angel scoffed, dropping the grin. “Maybe if you were actually funny, I’d laugh.” Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I am funny.”

This earned a genuine laugh from Angel. “Considering that’s the funniest thing you’ve said all day, I disagree.” He said, crossing his top set of arms. “Well, I disagree as well.” Alastor said, crossing his legs. “I’ve been laughing this entire time, so I’d say I’m pretty funny.”

“Funny looking, maybe.” Angel retorted, mocking his signature grin. “Besides, all I’ve been hearing is your fakey laugh.”

Alastor turned again. “Fakey?” He placed a hand on his chest, as if wounded. “That is simply untrue and hurtful, Angel. My laugh is genuine.”

“There is no way in any circle of hell that you actually laugh like that.”

Alastor gave a half hearted chuckle at that. Angel pointed. “See? No one fucking laughs like that. You sound like you’re reading off of a queue card!” Alastors smile faltered, going a little crooked. The two sat in silence for a moment, stewing.

“How’s about this one?” Alastor chimed. “What do you call a cow with two legs?” Angel gave him a flat look. “Lean beef!” Just as Alastor finished, Angel lunged, tackling the radio demon to the floor. They struggled, Alastor letting out a surprised yelp as the younger demon grappled for dominance. Having a weight disadvantage, Angel attempted to straddle his waist, only managing a half perch with one leg trapped under him, fighting Alastors wild bucking. He leaned forward, grabbing his upper arms from the underside and pushing them up, pressing his body weight into the hold. Alastors ears bristled, antlers threatening to grow and spike. “Enough with the bad jokes. What do you say we see what your real laugh sounds like?” A confused look crossed Alastors eyes.

With another set of arms, Angel dug clawed fingers into his ribs. Alastor gasped, holding the breath. He looked up at Angel, signature grin wobbling, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head to the side. Then, Angel lightened his touch.

The dam broke.

A stream of high pitched giggles erupted from the radio demon. Unrestrained, uncontrolled.

But most shockingly, happy.

Angel felt his face tinge red, a fond smile forming. He carefully scribbled his nails up and down Alastors rib cage, following his squirming. “Now that is a real laugh.” He cooed. He shifted his hands downwards, focusing on the skin where Alastors ribs turned into his sides. The older demon squealed before falling into more frantic laughter. His one free leg flailed about, the heel of his shoe scraping against the floor. “Woah there,” Angel teased, picking up the pace on his scratching. “You’ll wear a hole in the carpet! Niftys going to have a fit.” Alastor worked up the gall to look him in the eye.

“Fuck you!”

Unfortunately, the giggles took all the venom from his voice. Angel laughed. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you don’t need to swear at me! It’s not like you’ve asked me to stop!” A deep red blush painted Alastors face, eyes going wide for a split second before melting into another round of laughter. He finally spoke. “No! No, please-“ his pleading cut off with a yelp, Angel having gave his sides an experimental squeeze. “Ah-ha!” Angel exclaimed. “Another spot, jeez you’re just sensitive everywhere, aren’t you?” Alastor stuttered, trying to get out that he absolutely was not. To be fair, English is hard, and it’s substantially harder when most of your breath is being used for other things.

Angel paused his ministrations and grinned, catching Alastors eye. He brought out his third set of arms.

Shit.

Alastor began to plead again, shaking his head frantically. He was unable to keep the mirth from his voice. “No! Please, no more! I’m sorry, okay? I’ll stop with the puns!” His eyes never left that extra set, watching the wiggling claws hovering over him. “Aww, the big bad radio demon is begging now?” Angels voice dripped with playful sarcasm. Suddenly, he lunged all four free hands down.

Alastor shrieked.

And nothing happened. Alastor peered up at Angel, confused. The porn star had broken into his own stream of cackling, hunched over with his hands hovering inches away from Alastors skin. “I didn’t even touch you! What in the hells was that noise?!” Alastor made an incredulous face, for once his signature grin absent. “That sound was absolutely adorable.” Angel said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Do it again?” He lunged again, this time making contact. One set of hands scribbling up and down his ribs and sides while the others dug into his tummy. Alastor shrieked again (much to his dismay), falling into loud belly laughter. He threw his head back, unable to control himself through the onslaught. He yanked on his restrained arms, kicked with his free leg, and tossed his head side to side. He finally had enough.

Two black tendrils appeared behind his tormenter, wrapping around his middle and dragging him backwards off of Alastor. Angel screamed in surprise, flailing at the sudden jolt. Alastors tendrils held Angel there on the floor while he caught his breath, slowly sitting up. He smoothed his hair with his hands, taking a few deep breaths before putting on his sinister smile. “That was fun and all,” he said, standing to make his way towards Angel, “but I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

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Charlie watched with teary eyes and a soft smile as her friends played. Hidden just around the corner, she had stopped to make sure no one was getting hurt. She had heard Alastor screaming and came running, finding a much more welcome sight.

Knowing neither of them were used to positive touch, she let them horse around. It might be good for them, after all.

Maybe she should find a way to work this into a lesson plan.

[weepingflowerbonkcop]

Here's another post regarding the Linked Universe created by jojo. I'll try and finish all the rest some time. Enjoy!

What the Chain thinks about a Modern! Reader using slang/meme references:

Time

• I believe that Time being the oldest of the Links is old school/traditional when talking.

• He's using real medieval talk, things like saying "Salutations/greetings, my friend." Instead of just saying a simple, "Hi/ Hey, how you doing bud?"

• He's the type of guy to not use too many abbreviations when he talks. Things like saying, "cannot" instead of "can't." He just radiates that energy.

• So, him meeting a Modern! Reader would be ... quite the interaction. The first time meeting reader would've startled him as they use slang and just throwing him for a loop.

• He's kind of like the cat with the buffering wheel on its forehead, but that's only whenever reader speaks or opens their mouth.

• He gets one of the younger incarnations to translate to him as reader joins the group on their adventure.

• He'll try his best to understand the terms the more he grows on the reader.

• As for memes tho - no. Just straight up no. He doesn't understand them or the readers broken humour. Gremlin humour he gets but the idea that reader bursts out laughing while looking at something remotely close or similar to meme just makes him worry.

• He will however try and use some of the terms when he talks, but he just ends up butchering them or using them incorrectly. He sounds like the hip dad trying to stay in touch with the kids.

• 6.5/10 He tries to understand/learn readers slang and that's just sweet. He would've scored higher if he wasn't that dad.

Twilight

• Twilight - similar to Time - is more old school when talking. He's not as uptight as Time and does use abbreviations when talking and he slurs some of his words sometimes.

• The fandom has established that he's got an accent and it makes it harder to understand him when he talks sometimes.

• Poor guy thought it was the same for you when he first heard you use slang. He genuinely thought it was just an accent.

• He doesn't always understand, but he's quicker than Time to learn what you mean. He's the one to sometimes translate what you say to Time after Wild explains it to him first  and half the time it's incorrect though does Wild do it on purpose? Maybe.

• He's the one to ask Wild in his spare time about some of the terms and how to use them when talking to try and impress you.

• With memes though ... he also buffers. Modern! Reader would make even the slightest reference to a meme and he'll sit and buffer for a bit before asking. Its funnier when he's Wolfie.

• He finds certain memes to be funny though. Cowboy memes or any farm memes would tickle his funny bone.

• He's a 7.5 or 8/10 because he's a sweetheart and uses his free time to try and get closer to Modern! Reader even if it's just by using some slang.

Warriors

• I'd imagine him having a bit of a higher education since he's a knight and having travelled with Athena to other kingdoms. He would use the military lingo and the more posh Hylian/upper class Hylian.

• He talks proper and sometimes pronounces words a little different. Almost like he's got a fancy British accent.

• He's taken back by the loose words reader uses some confuse him leading to him asking questions.

• He's actually one of the Links that's more interested in learning slang and memes from readers world.

• He's a bit more open to readers world and the quirks that come with it other than just the slang.

• He tries to figure out the slang by taking in the entire sentence and trying to figure it out. He's definitely the cool uncle when he uses slang and correctly.

• He's Time's other translator when Twilight isn't around.

• Warriors actively stays quiet whenever reader talks because he does like how well slang rolls off readers tongue.

• He wouldn't fancy the meme references all that much, but he tries and keeps an open mind.

• Warriors does make bets with Legend about some of the terms and what they mean or how Time will react to reader using more slang/meme references through the day. He'll sometimes egg reader on with any military memes especially the Area 51 memes.

• Overall he's a solid 8/10.

[louscartridge]

JIUNG X GN READER

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Cw- making out, very little swearing, reader and jiung call each other baby a few times, grinding/dry humping. Honestly I don't even remember. Lmk if I missed anything!!

Summery- a sleepy, somewhat steamy start of the day with your boyfriend jiung, exept you both have places to be.

a/n- ngl this is a request that I wrote a few months ago and I completely forgot about it?? I think I thought I already posted it tbh. So to whoever requested this, I'm sorry and I hope you see this 😭

you had started it, to an extent. the two of you were watching a movie a few hours before the both of you had to leave for work, so it was pretty early. 

you had noticed jiung was starting to fall asleep- result in neither of you sleeping at all yet- but you knew it wouldnt be good for either of you to fall asleep so close to when you had to get going. 

you grabbed his hand and brought it up in the air before swinging it back down again, letting your hands hit his thigh. 

“hey baby. say awake, yeah?” you said quietly but sternly, earning nothing but a “mhm” from your boyfriend. 

shortly after, you feel his head fall onto your sholder. you look over and see his eyes slowly lolling closed as he fights to keep them open. you look at him for a bit, admiring his features. contomplating if you should just let him sleep. he looks to pretty to deny him of something that he despretly needs. his soft breathing, puffy cheeks, bare face, cute nose, lips slightly agepe. god his lips. they were so kissable. he was so kissable. 

you seddel on waking him up again, knowing that yourselvs, your staff, and your groups will be upset with the two of you if you were to miss work in genreal, but espesially cause you were sleeping. 

you relese his hand from yours and grab his face, his lips forming into a pout. “jiung i mean it” you say louder and sterner then before, looking into his eyes. 

“i know baby im trying.” jiung hums. 

you burry your face into the crook of his neck, and start placing soft kisses along his neck. he shifts with a sigh, giving you more acsess to the side and front of his neck. you pull the neck of his t-shirt towards you so you can litter kisses to his shoulder. you move your one hand to his upper chest, rubbing side to side on his collar bone with your thumb and your other hand, down to one of his thighs. 

your soft kisses form from being soft and gentel to gradually rougher and a little wet. jiungs hips buck up slightly and he lets out a quiet ‘shit’. 

your kisses on his neck get stopped by jiung pulling you by your hips and up onto his lap. your hands go to cup each side of his face gently and his hands stay resting on your hips as he pulls you in for a kiss and you feel yourself slightly grinding on him. he licks your bottom lip causing you to let out a breathy moan at the unexpected feeling. he traps your bottom lip inbetween his, sucking on it and nipping at it with his teeth a little from time to time.

you guys are also pulling away every so often to catch your breath, but those breaks dont last too long. 

jiung grinds you down onto him particurlly hard this one time and you feel your clothed clit harshly rub against him making you gasp and pull away from the kiss to rest your forehead against his as your still grinding on him.  

“shit! jiung-” your hands fly down under his shirt just about where his butterfly tattoos are and you feel his abdomen tense from your touch and he smiles slightly into the kiss. he also moves his hands down under your shirt and rubs his thumbs softly over your skin. you quietly giggle at the feeling but as he continues you start laughing more. you take ahold of jiungs hands making his movements stop and you pull away and lean foward, resting your forehead on jiungs sholder. 

“what?” he laughs.

“nothing- sorry, that just felt funny. kinda tickled” you laugh back.  

you guys spend the next few minuets just talking to eachother. sometimes there would be a bit of silence and it would just be the two of you soaking eachother in, you still on his lap. 

you guys got inturruped by a panicked keeho and the rest on guys comming into the livingroom one by one. 

keeho quickly handed you and jiung your coffees. “yo! guys we gotta go or were gonna be late. i wasent keeping track of time and apparently neither was anyone else.” 

you get off of jiung and he stands up. you give jiung a peck on his lips, with a slight pout. “m’sorry. ill make it up to you i swear.” 

“EW?!”

[dxckgrxsonx]

HOPE I'M NOT LATE!! But exbf!Dick dry humping you before fucking you just bc he is bitter about you sleeping w others after him and telling you that you don't deserve to actually feel him so he is going to only make you cum like that ((which is a lie, homeboy doesn't have that much self control))

Pairing - Exbf!Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Dry Humping - Dirty Talk - Swearing - Angst - They still have feelings for each other ur honour. Notes - ahnjdsjkfkk hii!! you’re not late my darling, I’m always here for exbf!Dick thoughts 😏 I’m not putting this in the actual fic but you’ve inspired me so uhhhh...here you go x

MASTERLIST

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He’s a complete contradiction.

There’s nothing consistent about him and there's some raw part of you, peeled back and stinging at the sight of Dick Grayson, suffering at the hands of his own internal conflict. He says one thing but it knocks into another and nothing he wrangles from his own mouth matches up, none of it makes sense.

It’s been over a year without him and even now, he still feels familiar. A lost language you still know how to speak. A recipe you don’t need to read to know how to make. He keeps his phone in the same pocket. Still holds himself tense and ready to shut you down if you prod at the wrong wound.

Always trying to take his own emotion out of the equation and failing.

“Are you even hearing yourself?” You finally snap, half rounded towards his bedroom door. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” Dick grinds his teeth, jaw flexing. You don’t see the hesitation on his face, but you feel it right through to your spine bones. “You’re asking about my personal life like you still have a right to know the answer. We broke up, Grayson. It’s been over a goddamn year.”

He reels back, only slightly, but enough to let you know that you brushed along the wrong bruise, the wrong wound he still can’t get to fully heal over.

“I asked you one question.” Dick growls.

He shifts on his feet and you find yourself automatically moving to compensate. Annoyingly, you watch as Dick catches your slight shift and dissolves into something smug and knowing. Over twelve months apart and you still read each other like the back of your own hands.

“Two.” You confess. It comes out like a taunt, a shining weapon ready to cut him straight down to the bone. Parts of you haven’t changed. You find that even though you’re not together, you still experience the same pounding rush of emotion when you say something that riles him up. “Since you, there’s been two.”

Something on his face cracks wide open and you hardly manage to blink before he has crowded under him.

You’ll never admit it. Especially not to him, not to yourself, not even to God.

But you’ve missed this; missed him.

Dick is firm and heavy above you, pupils so dilated you can’t find the colour. Despite it, you still know the exact shade, can see it if you blink your eyes closed and focus. Funny, how your brain holds onto everything you learnt about him, how it refuses point blank to let it go.

Bullying himself between your thighs he forces your legs over his hips, spreads you out until you’re pressed up against him. There’s a push of his clothed cock against your covered pussy and Dick grinds down just hard enough to wrench a gasp from your mouth.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you whine when he grinds into you again, harder this time.

“I should remind you of what you’re missing. Should fuck you like I used to.” Dick says, grabbing your hands and pinning them over your head. He leans down close enough to have his breath tickle your cheeks, almost traitorously, you want to lean up and kiss him. “But you don’t deserve that.”

His biceps flex when you twist against him and try to wriggle out of his firm grip. Frustration hooks into each trembling nerve and your hips kick up, trying to grind against the outline of his cock.

You don’t need him to remind you.

Since the breakup, you’ve slept with two people and neither of them could give you what he could.

Dick smirks, emotion finally filtering back into the handsome lines of his face, “You’re not going anywhere. This is all you’re getting, and you don’t even deserve that.”

Your eyes roll back, “Dick–”

Rocking into your clothed cunt you feel your clit ache and start to swell up. The soft fabric of your underwear sticks to the slick, puffy lips of your pussy and when Dick grinds into you again, the fabric pulls up tight between your lips and presses firm on your clit.

Swearing under your breath you whimper when Dick moves his hands to interlock your fingers. It’s the first tender thing he’s done since seeing you again and part of you–the soft, forever grieving part of you–wonders why you didn’t fight harder when your relationship began failing.

Arching your back, your thighs tremble over Dick’s strong hips,

“S’not enough.” You complain.

“Well it’s all you’re getting. You either come from this, or not at all.”

Your pussy throbs, arousal leaking from your entrance, smearing across your underwear and rubbing up over your hard, swollen clit. You hate how even after all this time, Dick can still push you right up to the edge, can force you to balance on the tightrope he strung up.

“You hear me?” He breathes, dropping his head just enough to mouth at the shell of your ear. “You either come from me rubbing against you. just. like. this.” Puncturing each word with a devastating rock of his hips Dick smirks. “Or you don’t come at all, and I leave you all wet and horny.”

Heat burns up your neck, humiliation quickly building in your cheeks, “Please…hH–please.”

“You don’t deserve my cock.” Dick whispers, using more of his weight to render you immobile. “So m’not going to fuck your greedy little pussy. I’m going to grind against it, just like this, until it comes for me.”

Finally moaning you try to move but find that you can’t. Crushed under Dicks firm, unrelenting body you realise that you can’t do anything. All you can do is lie there and take what he gives you; even though it’s not enough and you want more.

“Oh–oh please!” You choke, squeezing at his hands and flexing your thighs for even a hint of leverage. “Dick…please I can’t come like this.”

“Yes you can. I know exactly what makes you come and this is something that’ll have your poor, needy pussy coming in no time.” Settling into a firm, consistent rhythm, Dick mouths kisses along the sensitive column of your throat. “So yes, you can come from this. I’m not giving you a choice.”

He grinds into you, once, twice, three times, and your whole world cracks clean down the middle.

Your pussy spasms, clit swelling even harder than before then dissolving into quick, rhythmic twitches. A shuddering sob works itself free from your mouth and you shake yourself apart underneath Dick’s talented body.

“There you go.” Dick coos, smug with the fact that twelve months apart hasn’t changed the fact he can still make you come without taking off a single item of clothing. “I know what you need. I know exactly what you’ve been missing. They just weren’t good enough were they?”

Spiralling up into the face of the stratosphere you wiggle one hand free and cup Dick’s cheek. You’ll hate yourself for it later, will want to cut off your own hand to try and distance yourself from his orbit. But for now, you’re weak and split open, ribs wrenched apart to reveal that each bone in your body still has his name etched delicately into it.

“No one since you has ever been good enough.”

Dick whimpers, hips stuttering into uncoordinated little thrusts as he comes. His face twists up tight with pleasure and endless pain. You don’t know if you want to soothe it or watch him suffer. Sometimes, you think that if someone asked you where you hurt, you’d place your hand right over your heart.

Releasing you from his slackened grip Dick flinches backwards and out of reach. It’s not regret on his face. It’s something older, something deeper. You don’t know what it is; you don’t want to know.

You leave his room without a word; without looking back.

If you did look back, you would have seen Dick touch his hand to where he hurts the most.

Right over his heart.

**

[rendezvouz-fling]

Astro Observations #11

• No because Scorpio suns with Capricorn moons are hilarious, very knowledgeable and very honest people!🤝

• Sagittarius suns with Pisces moons and Scorpio mercury/Sag venus are hilarious people! Always trying to make their peers laugh by telling funny jokes, hilariously imitating people or trying to tickle somebody and they come up with the funniest ideas! Also very sweet, emotionally intuitive and tend to be spoiled!!

• They can also be selfish and petty when underdeveloped and they were the “My way or the high way.” type kids.

• Pisces suns with Sagittarius risings are just so sexy?😩 Like not just personality wise but physically! And their facial bone structure? The noticeable high cheekbones with the slightly hollowed cheeks and very gorgeous smiles?? Yea that’s hot asf!!!🥵

• Libra suns with Capricorn moons and Taurus mars are such foodies, who cook so well and can eat a lot but don’t gain weight easily! Also very playful but are no bullshit type people as they grow older. And what’s with the silence treatment thing?😭

• Aries placements are hot, ambitious and have an innocent glow to them when they lighten up about the things they’re very passionate about!!❤️‍🔥

• Taurus risings are so freaking beautiful!!🥺 Literally mesmerizing without trying. ✋🏽

• Leo suns with Aquarius moons and Virgo risings are so playful and very down to earth yet also give crackhead vibes!!😂💞

• Water risings look so much like their mothers!! Especially Cancer and Scorpio! I’ve notice their rising tends to be their mother’s sun sign or in their mother’s big 6! E.g. Prince was a Scorpio rising and his mother was a Scorpio sun and he looks just like her!! And those babydoll/Bambi eyes they tend to have are such a weakness!😩💜

• Sun-Pluto people especially the ones with harsh aspects, are you still having an internal never ending conflict between emotions and ego? Do people always ask you why you look mad/sad yet you’re not? Have you learned to express your emotions outwardly more better?🤠

• Gemini suns with Virgo moons and Cancer mercuries are so friendly and analytical! Literally the types to check up on you often and tell you about their days and the situations they’re in. Also if they think that you think they’re mad at you they’ll literally explain how they weren’t mad at you. Like everything they say is broken down or simplified because they think others might not understand and that’s honestly a very thoughtful thing to do!💜

• They also tend to come up with sweet nicknames for those closest to them!😩💖

• The down side however is they’re prone to depression and being pessimistic but they’re so sweet and caring! My heart goes out to these people<3

• People with the same sun and mercury as you might irk you especially if they have other placements that are opposite or very different from yours!

• Taurus sun Libra moon kids are so shy and tend to go along with everything you suggest!!☺️

• If you’re the eldest sibling and you have an Air moon then your mom is most likely an Earth moon. And if you’re the eldest sibling and you’re an Earth moon then she’s likely an Air moon!

• Air moon eldest sibling-Earth moon middle sibling bonds be the best. 🥳

• Fire mercuries/Water venuses people tend to get along well with Water mercuries/Fire venuses people.😋

• Aquarius risings are soo artistic and equally artistically gifted!!🤍

• Leo sun Leo mercury Aqua risings and Pisces sun Aries mercury Gemini risings duos will be that chatty bold duo who are always laughing at mean comments they make about people they don’t like and random people too! Like “What the fuck are you looking at ugly ass bitch, you should be plucking that long unibrow instead of looking at me. Why is she staring at us? Take a picture it lasts longer.” Is something the Leo sun Leo mercury Aqua rising would sassily joke to the Pisces sun Aries mercury Gemini rising person about, about somebody who randomly glanced at them for more than 5 seconds lmfaooo.😭😂

• Fire suns with a Water venus and a Water/Earth mars are so cute and possessive!!😩

• Also, Air suns don’t tend to get along with their dads that much and might not have them in their lives or their dads might just be immature?

• Gemini risings got some sexy legs!😝

• Aries sun/Mars dominant women are so fierce and sexy!❤️‍🔥

• Sagittarius suns with Earth/Water placements tend to be so caring and are literally cool asf!!!

• Scorpio suns with Aries moons might get cursed at or threatened by their moms on the daily and occasionally can get into fights with her.

• Leo risings are so bold and fun!! You guys are literally inspiring!🤎

• Pisces risings have a childlike lightheartedness to them and it’s literally the cutest thing ever!💞 They also tend to grin/smile in embarrassment when being put on the spot.

• Aquarius suns with Taurus moons and Capricorn risings are so graceful, kind and nurturing!✨

• Capricorn risings are literally the embodiment of classy & humble elegance.🤎

• Underdeveloped Gemini suns with Cancer risings and 12H mercuries can just project on others for not acting mature enough? Specifically if the other person has Air in their big 3 too. And they like to appear well organized/mature when they themselves aren’t. Especially if they have a fire moon.

• Leo suns with Scorpio moons and Leo mercuries tend to have loud mothers!! And very bold and hilarious fathers!!!

• One thing Taurus moons will make sure of is that their homes are not only cosy but everything is right where it’s supposed to be! Almost aesthetic like vibes! They’re the people who still have the plastic cover on their expensive leather sofas for over 10 years.

• When they buy things to decorate their homes they choose only the finest. Even if it’s second hand, if it looks good they’re buying it. Very much quality over quantity type people!

• Virgo moon moms will take one good look at you then just start criticizing everything about you then when you tell them to stop they’ll say “I wasn’t criticizing you.” Then what were you doing ma’am?💀

• Cancer sun Scorpio moon moms literally do EVERYTHING around their household even the unnecessary stuff. They’re always doing SOMETHING. Very much 1950s housewife vibes.

[dayurno]

something that always tickles my funny bone is when people mention in fanfic (or even in aftg canon itself iirc) that kevin is reading history books. books on history. what history? historical history. history of what? of the people. just the neutral entity of history. don’t worry about it. this isn’t a dig i’ve done it before it’s just really funny

[shes-so-insane]

Meeting with the President (Fukuzawa x AFAB)

warnings : smut! Age gap

thought this was a funny enough gif

Finishing up your paperwork from the recent incident at the ADA, you feel something brush up against your leg.

"y/nnnnnnn"

An annoying, familiar voice perks you up. Dazai floats up from where he crawled, a dumb little smirk on his face.

"what could you possibly want dazai? I'm trying to fill out an incident report YOU caused!"

The scrawny guy put on the sarcastic pity showm

"oh come on y/n, you broke some stuff too! but that's not why I'm here!"

You stared into his eyes, he was just beaming with mischief.

"what."

"the president requested your presence" he shot his mouth into a dumb grin.

This wasn't much of a surprise, Fukuzawa had been working with you on your ability for nearly a year now. Controlling the ability to mimic others' abilities was a struggle. But, he had stopped meeting with you for a few weeks now. He was probably just busy.

"okay, let him know I'll be in soon"

Dazai looked defeated. "what? Aren't you nervous that you might be in trouble?"

Since you ignored him, he huffed and walked away. Mumbling something you couldn't hear.

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"president?" you perk your head into his office, the smell of tea and ink lingers in the air.

The silver haired man looks up from his papers. A brightened look on his face as he puts it down.

"ah, y/n. Please come in." he stands to greet you.

You go in for the usual professional handshake, but he greets you with the embrace of a hug. Which catches you off guard, but you've known him for several years now.

His smell was intoxicating. Fresh, clean laundry and the smell of his cologne made you feel just a little weak.

He pulls back and looks at your face, studying it in a way you never saw him look before.

"how are you, darling?"

He's only ever called you this once, and the last time he did he quickly moved on as if he didn't mean to say it.

"I've been collecting myself, as best as I can." You say with a smile.

He just stares with the faintest smile, his arms still on your shoulders. You could feel your stomach get a little queasy.

"was there um, something you needed?"

"yes, please, come sit." he put his hand on your back as he guided you to the couch in his office. He was so much taller than you, and had such slender, beautiful hands.

"the reason I haven't seen you in a while..."

his smile had faltered as he sat next to you, facing forward while you look at him.

"I have been having... some thoughts... ones that are a little more taboo" he chuckled.

He hesitated, turning his head looking at you.

"about.. you"

The sentences coming out of his mouth did not make any sense, so you let him continue.

"I.. I had to take some time to see if they were just out of desperation or if I..."

You felt the blood rush to your face as he said the last few words.

"or if I loved you"

There was nothing you could say, so you took his cheek. And kissed him.

At first he was shocked, but started to kiss back.

After a few moments, he peeled back.

"but, y/n, I'm too old for you and this... im your boss"

"I'm an adult. I make adult decisions. Fukuzawa, I love you."

His eyes widened, and his face became red. The wrinkles around his eyes turned up from his smile, as he leaned in to continue the kiss.

This time his hand made it's way to your thigh, and the kiss became more intense. As you pulled back, his eyes glowed a different shade. Lust.

He leans into your ear and whispers in his raspy voice, "I need you."

Those words alone could have made you orgasm. Before you could react his mouth was on your neck, leaving love bites. His silver hair falling around his face, tickling your collar bone.

"Fu..Fukuzawa.." you let out a soft moan and he stopped.

"I want to hear you say my name like that. Over and over" he whispers in your ear.

You've never heard him like this before. Something clicked inside of him.

You felt the hands you were admiring so much travel to your waist and pull you in closer, one of them snaking it's way between your legs and into your pants. He pushes you back, on top of you now.

"I see you're already aroused, y/n" he brushes his middle finger up and down, pressing through your panties.

"I- what if someone comes in and finds us?"

"then we'll have to be sure not to cause a scene, shouldn't we, dear?"

His sultry words only made you lust for him more.

Before you knew it, he was on the ground in front of the couch between your legs. He pulled your pants off in one swift move, almost trying to show off.

"are you okay to continue, dear?" He stared at you with such sinful but loving eyes.

"yes, please, yes fukuzawa"

"good." He immediately starts to lap up your arousal that had dripped on the leather couch, causing you to squirm. He takes his hands and holds you still for him, wide open.

You grab his hair as he starts fingering you, already putting two of his digits in.

"Does this feel good, y/n? Having an older male fuck you like this? Such a naughty girl."

He was hitting you in all the right places, and you couldn't even speak.

"come on darling, use your words."

you could feel yourself getting closer.

"ye.. yes! You feel so good in me"

He lightly hums proudly to himself as he stares in your eyes, and pulls his fingers out, leaving you empty and cold.

"Mm no! Why did you stop? Please?"

He stands up, towering over you while you are oh so helpless.

He chuckled, undoing his kimono.

"I can't let you have all the fun"

He picks you up easily, holding you like some sort of baby. He puts you down by his desk.

"put your hands on there for me, like a good girl. Please?"

You would do anything if he said it like that.

Before you could respond, you felt him bottom out inside you, which let out a yelp from you, both in pleasure and pain.

"shhhh, angel. You must be quiet." he puts a hand around your mouth.

"Ah, you must like when I tell you to be quiet, are you turned on by the thought of someone catching us?"

He begins to thrust, slowly at first. He knew what he was doing to you, knew what would make you feel the best.

Shortly, he starts to speed up the pace. The sound of your arousal and his together only made you tighter. You've wanted this for such a long time.

"you're doing so, so well for me. I'm going to let go of your mouth now, but you must be quiet for me."

As soon as his hand left your mouth, you moaned out his name softly. This only encouraged him to go harder.

He presses you against his desk, lifting your leg up to go even deeper into you.

"Mm, that's my good girl. All for me, you're mine." The more he mumbled and moaned the closer you got.

He comes up close to your ear, and whispers, "come for me. I need you to come for me, will you?"

You felt the waves crashing over you, your legs shaking as you let out a moan surely someone would have heard. Shortly after you felt him release as well, filling you up. He grabs you from falling, putting you back on the couch as he lays with you, stroking your face.

"You're so beautiful. I think I'll keep you."

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screaming

[two-red-lungs]

Hmmmm sub eddie… What if Eddie has a surge of confidence and tries to be on top? Would you play along? Mess with him? Or put him back in his place? Love your writing x

(Crams this ask into my mouth like a chipmunk) literally so rabid at the opportunity to write for this, thank you thank you thank you bark bark bark

Who's A Big Boy Now? (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader NSFWish)

He came to your house all full of bluster, today. Clearly feeling on top of the world: he parked his piece-of-shit van on the curb and hopped out whistling, moseying to your front door.

You answered and Eddie was leaning against the doorway, a grin on his face. "Hey."

Hmm. Dirty leather jacket, dirty tennis shoes, ripped jeans. Same old Eddie. "You're certainly in a mood today." You answered.

The grin got wider. "Oh yeah, man."

"Finally go to that 'take back your life' inspirational seminar?"

He snorted, shouldering past you to stride around the entryway, hands loose in his pockets. Walking like he owned the place. "You're pretty funny, babe. It's cute."

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was acting weird. Too... boisterous. He was usually energetic, loud and chatty and warm, but this was different. Coordinated. He was planning something, you were sure of it.

"...Okay." You replied. Holding up the binder still tucked under your arm. "We still on for our study sesh?"

He nodded, curls bobbing, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you both wandered back to your bedroom.

You studied. Sort of. You kept side-eyeing him. Not like you normally did: it was standard fare to be sneaking glances at the curve of his soft lips, the dip of his sloping cheekbones. He was ogle-able. Now you were side-eyeing him because he wouldn't stop fidgeting, looking up at you from his notes like he was prepping for something.

Two hours in, with the cassette music thrumming softly in the background over summer crickets outside, he set his pencil down. "Hey, uh." He cleared his throat, sitting taller. More upright. Like a fluffy-haired palm tree. "I'm just gonna say it. There's no way I'm gonna be able to study any more. C'mon. There's stuff we'd both rather be doing."

Oh thank god. You slapped the textbook shut and tossed it to the far end of the bed. Let's get to the bottom of this. "All you had to do was ask, baby." You told him softly. "You know that." You leaned towards him, ready to cup his face and draw his lips into yours.

He sucked in a breath and acted. Before you could settle fingers onto his angel-sweet face he was subverting your routine, cupping the back of your neck and drawing you close. Tilting your head back, dipping his tongue into your mouth, warm and wet and explorative.

Oh. Interesting.

You rolled with it. Letting him tug at your bottom lip with his teeth, exactly how he liked you doing it to him. Humming into his mouth when he ran a broad, strong hand up the curve of your side, from hip bone to breast.

Gently, ever so gently, he laid you down on the bed. your head on the pillows, before resting his weight on his forearm next to your shoulder. Leaning over you to deepen the kiss, his wild locks tickling your face like a shroud. You could feel his body heat.

He was echoing you, you realized. The way you pressed him to the bed, straddling his hips, kept him pinned and needy and babbling about how good it felt when you ground down against him. So when Eddie slung a long, lanky, denim-covered leg over your torso, you let him. Let him sit down right on your pelvis, and smiled into his lips as he did so.

Sweet man, trying to be a big boy. He probably thought this was so macho.

Eddie seemed to finally realize his mistake when he broke the kiss, sitting upright, and you grabbed firm handfuls of his thighs, your back propped up against the headboard. Looking smugly at the man who had just sat down in your lap like the world's neediest sweetheart.

"Hi, baby." You crooned up at him. Your sense of smugness inflamed when he opened his soft, plush mouth into a little 'o' of realization, alabaster cheeks going a splotchy, uneven red.

Before he could get a word out you were kneading at those narrow, muscular thighs, fingers dancing up to grip his hip bones. Exactly how he liked to be touched. "It was a good try, honey. It really was. I could tell you put a lot of thought into it."

Eddie had the gall to look actually peeved. Strong brows drawing downwards in frustration, adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed. His focus wavered when you ran your hands up his sides. Another trick he'd stolen from you.

"But you forgot the most important thing."

"...What?" He asked a little distractedly. He never was very good with thinking and being touched at the same time. He got all stupid. Ditzy when you traced his bare skin, and downright incomprehensible when he was sheathed inside you. Pussy-drunk, as you two had dubbed it.

"That I like you exactly the way you are. And that I especially like that you-" You got the neckline of his shirt in your grip, and with a sharp tug his face was level with yours, his hands flying to the mattress for balance. "-usually know your place. Angel."

His flush deepened. Chocolate-brown eyes going wide. And when you kissed him he buckled, all broad shoulders and soft skin and gentle, soft grunts of pleasure working their way up through that lovely column of throat.

A good boy, through and through.

[captain-mj]

Ghostsoap Hanahaki disease, maybe? Imagine that it’s after a mission, and one of them has been feeling off the entire time, only made better but simultaneously worse by the other’s presence. They excuse themselves when they feel a horrible sensation and cough up a few petals. Eventually, after they continue to cough up flowers over the course of weeks/months/years and gradually get worse, the other finds out. Maybe it’s too late, or maybe they save them in the nick of time. It can end happy or sad— your choice, of course. :)

I'm literally kicking my feet rn Hanahaki disease is one of my all time favorite fucking tropes

Ghost had felt it through his mask. A faint tickle in the back of his throat like he had caught a cold. He bit back the coughs and ignored it, focusing on Soap.

Soap smiled at him. "Great job, Lt. We make a good team, yeah?"

Ghost went to respond but ended up coughing instead, feeling something in his throat. Ah, yikes. Maybe fibers or something from his mask? Its happened before.

"You alright?" He sounded so genuinely concerned. Soap gently grabbed his arm, looking up at him.

"Yeah..." He ended up coughing again, shoulders shaking just a little. "I'm fine..."

It wasn't until he went through evac, just refusing to talk, that he lifted his mask and coughed into his arm.

Something came up his throat.

Ghost pulled back and looked at the slightly bloody petals. They were five pointed flowers there, only the size of a quarter, and a soft blue. His chest tightened even more and he ended up coughing harder, more of them flowing from his mouth.

Once he managed to clear his lungs, he cleaned everything up, throwing away all of the stupid petals. He knew what it was, but he refused. Love was not something he could feel, let alone have someone feel for him. He was past unlovable.

Ghost pulled himself together and took a deep breath. His lungs rattled and he knew this wasn't over yet.

But it would be fine. Some stupid fucking flowers weren't going to kill him.

Soap sat next to him later and since he wasn't paying attention to it, it didn't feel so bad. At least, that's what he assumed.

Johnny smiled and his chest constricted slightly. He shuddered.

"Cold, Lt?"

"Nah, I'm fine." Ghost reassured and rolled his shoulders. The movement dislodged some of the things in his chest. His breathing whistled and he held back a wince.

Soap looked at him funny. "You sure? I'm sure Price would give you the time off if you..."

"No. Not interested. If that's all you have to say Soap, you can run off now." He glared at him, head tilting forward.

Soap frowned and flowers bloomed in his chest, bloodying his lungs. "Alright, Ghost. Just take care of yourself, yeah?" He walked off and Ghost's chest tightened back up.

Ghost just shook his head. Stupid fucking petals.

When he was alone, he pulled his mask up and tried to cough up as many as he could. These were bloodstained. He tossed them in the trash.

It was Price that first noticed something was... off. Ghost didn't know what he did to tip him off but Price was like a dog with a bone.

"You're slow." Price crossed his arms. "And you keep wheezing."

"Affirmative, sir." He was being cheeky, hoping to throw him off.

Price reached over as if to check his temperature before thinking about it. "Simon."

"I don't need to a break. I want to keep working."

Price looked at him for a moment before shaking his head. "No. If you're sick."

"I'm not sick."

"You could get someone hurt. I know you don't care if you get hurt, but I know you don't want to get anyone else hurt, right?"

Ghost grumbled. "Right..."

"Take the day off. See if you can get over this cold."

Ghost didn't know how to tell him that wouldn't be happening. He ended up showering, using hot water in hopes the steam would choke everything in his lungs.

His chest had loosened a little so he tried to take a deep breath, feeling the small vines and thorns dig into him deeper. The absolute helplessness of his situation settled in and he'd love to be coy. To pretend. But he already knew.

Simon loved Soap.

Soap thought of him as a friend.

Ghost couldn't fix that. Couldn't fix that at all. So he'd try to leave as long as he could. Hopefully a bullet would take him out and no one would ever know of the awful shameful secret.

Flowers filled the bottom of the tub as he coughed. More now. Heather, wildflowers, thistle. All staining the bottom. The water sprayed them, the floral scent filling the bathroom until he thought he'd choke on it. Or maybe that was the petals fighting to fill any part of his lungs they could. Flowing up his throat.

Ghost wasn't sure if the lack of real pain was better or worse. There was the sharp pain from the coughing. An uncomfortable sensation of his lungs having something caught in them. But it didn't hurt. Not enough.

The flowers felt like a painful confirmation which was that Soap really didn't love him back and that hurt. It hurt so much it was overwhelming his senses. He wanted the physical pain. Something to distract him. But there was nothing other than the pressure.

He bit down on everything and swallowed it down. They were just going to keep growing anyway.

Ghost got out of the shower and dried off, quickly covering himself back up. He opened his door and checked his room, making sure no one snuck in before going to his bed. His mask stayed in his hand instead of going on his face. Breathing was hard enough without the extra fabric.

It was months. Months of living like this. Never able to take in a full breath. Always coughing. Almost all of his masks had blood stains on them now, but the black covered it up well enough.

Ghost finally made a mistake. He started coughing so hard while sniping that he couldn't focus. The gun had slipped from his hand and while it luckily didn't give him away, he couldn't provide cover.

"Ghost, how copy?" Soap called through the radio.

He couldn't reply and after a moment, Price got on the radio. "Ghost, sitrep."

Ghost couldn't. He kept coughing, spots were building in his vision but he couldn't... He couldn't breath.

"Simon." Soap sounded worried. "Are you compromised?"

Ghost hit the button so they could hear him. He could only really wheeze at first, but he managed. "Solid."

"Solid? What kept you from answering?" Price pressed.

Ghost went to answer but started to cough. He couldn't stop. The radio cut off as he let go of it.

Thorns had started to set in. They raked at his lungs, cutting through the tissue of his throat. Tears started running down his face and it felt like they were invading his fucking sinuses.

He grabbed the radio. "Mission."

"Simon, I'm coming to where you are."

"No." Ghost hacked, feeling blood and flowers fill his mouth. It tasted so sweet.

His vision started to blur, the spots returning.

Soap was suddenly there. Hitting his back hard as the fit started to finally end, his chest loosening due to proximity. He took off Ghost's mask and any other time, he'd be pissed, as mad as a rabid dog, but he couldn't catch his breath long enough to think.

"Who?" Soap sounded angry.

Ghost shook his head.

"Goddamnit, Simon, why didn't you say something?" Soap looked around. "Who is she? We can find her."

Idiot.

Ghost's blood slicked hand grabbed Soap's shoulder and he leaned into him. Soap's arm went around him in a mockery of a hug.

"Evac isn't too far away. We can pull back, yeah? I'll help. I'll make Price help too."

Stupid Scottish man.

"I used to live next to a field of these. They're scottish bluebells. She a Scot? Maybe you have better taste than I thought."

Ghost pulled back from him, looking at him.

Soap faltered. "your eyes are bloodshot."

Ghost took a breath, chest rattling. "Not a lassie." He put as much mocking into his voice as he could, wanting Soap to know he was using lassie to bully him.

"A lad then? Some Scottish..." Soap paused, looking at him closer.

The silence felt defeaning and Ghost started to cough again. Fresh tears running down his face.

"Don't worry. Never expected you to love me back." Ghost managed to get out. "My body just... took it personally." He smiled, seeing his reflection in Soap's eyes. He really did look like shit. Fucking hell.

"Simon..." Soap said softly and Ghost covered his mouth.

"No. No." Simon shook his head, before slumping into Soap's shoulder. "I don't... I don't want to hear it."

"Simon, please listen."

"I'll never know if it's real."

Soap kissed him anyway. His lips were soft. Ghost was very aware that his own were chapped and stained. His scars pressed against Soap's skin.

It was easier to breath. Ghost hated that it was easier to breath.

"Get up. We need to go."

"Fuck you, MacTavish." Ghost pulled his mask back on and put his gun away.

"Love you too, Ghost." Soap said it sweetly. It hurt. He walked with him and Price looked at the petals that stuck to their clothing and made the decision not to ask.

Ghost followed the order of going to med. He went through the humiliatingly process of letting them touch him and make sure he was okay. His lungs had already started to clear up. Apparently the roots had been severed and they were now drying up.

Soap hung around him like an omen.

"Johnny."

"You thought I wouldn't love you back?" Ghost frowned.

"You sound offended."

"I am." Soap snapped at him, side eyeing him.

"MacTavish..."

"Riley."

Ghost bit his tongue. "I see. My love is a curse. Rather died without knowing than kill you."

"You're a fucking eejit." Soap reached over and Ghost reluctantly let him. It wasn't as bad as the nurses. His hands were warm.

"Don't expect to kiss me again."

"Are you serious?" Soap sighed. "Why? You love me. I know you do." He looked at the petals the nurses had removed from his throat.

Ghost crossed his arms and looked away from him.

Soap leaned in and cupped his face. "Come on."

"You can kiss me occasionally. Mask stays on."

"That won't last."

Ghost glared at him, but like usual, Soap didn't take him seriously.

"I love you, Simon."

Ghost, despite everything, couldn't quite form the words. He instead grabbed one of the cleaner flowers and handed it to him. Soap got the message anyway.

[kairiscorner]

Gabriel O'hara x Spider-Woman? They met while Gabriel was working on something for Miguel in HQ as she walked past the room and got curious. <3

JEKFKDKDKDKFK CUTEEEE @binibinileonara boutta get fed fr 🫂🫂🫂

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he's... everything. – gabriel o'hara x spider woman!fem!reader

the clattering of tools and equipment in miguel's office, combined with cussing in spanglish and groaning with music playing in the background caught your attention; causing you to halt in your tracks and take a look inside. you peered inside miguel's office, knowing the voice that was muttering cuss words in spanish wasn't his—the voice was of a higher range than his. and when you entered the room, you sensed someone different, but similar, to miguel; a family member, you figured, was there.

"hello...?" you called out to the voice as you saw a couple of feet in boots underneath a control panel. the person who owned those feet halted fixing the underneath of the control panel and tried to sit up; though they banged their head on the control panel and cussed again in spanish. you watched as the pushed themselves from underneath the control panel and faced you with goggles on their face. it was a guy, he looked a lot like miguel from the face and hair color, he must've been a close relative of his. the man smiled up at you and lifted his goggles off his face, extending his hand towards you. "ah, i'm gabriel, gabriel o'hara. nice to meet you, um...?" he inquired you for your name as his voice trailed off, and you introduced yourself as spider woman—well, one of the many spider women.

his smile only grew wider as he heard you speak and felt you take his hand and shake it. he shook your hand a little longer than you expected, with him getting flustered about that prolonged contact. "hah, sorry—i, um, i get jittery and excited when around new people. especially pretty, capable new women i meet." he added with an awkward chuckle as you smiled at him. "no worries. so... whatcha working on here?" you asked gabriel as he sighed. "miggy lost his temper again and did a number on this control panel. i honestly don't get him, i've offered to buy him a stress ball, but he insists he's not stressed enough for it. yeah, no shit, he's beyond stress balls now and entering the realm of destroying expensive equipment to release his anger." gabriel said with a hint of fatigue in his voice as you listened to him.

you offered to help him fix up the control panel, or just keep him company so it doesn't feel too boring—which he accepted gratefully. you handed gabriel the tools he needed and helped him patch up some wiring from underneath the control panel with your webbing—it was strong enough, and it'd give miguel a harder time to total this thing again. all the while, you and gabriel chatted about all sorts of things, particularly shit-talking the ever grumpy overlord miguel. gabriel embarrassed miguel behind his back to you, telling you all sorts of funny stories about the two of them when they were younger, causing you to laugh all joyfully—laugh harder than you've ever had before, and in a genuine, real manner. gabriel, you noticed, was a darling.

he was sweet, though wouldn't take miguel's shit. he was kind, a little too kind that he forgets to take care of himself first; but what you really liked about him was how he knew how to be funny. every other guy you've met that was both nice and sweet like him always struggled to understand you, to really tickle your funny bone and open your heart up little by little, but not gabriel—gabriel was... everything you've ever wanted in a guy, and to believe he's related to miguel o'hara and you just met him today, why are your cheeks heating up when he's complimenting your voice and abilities?

when miguel came back, gabriel had soon finished up. he looked up at you a little too closely since you sat at a short distance from him—which... kinda made it look like gabriel was about to kiss you. miguel shouted at gabriel to look at him, and gabriel shouted back that he didn't wanna see miguel's ugly mug after fixing his mess. you giggled under your breath at their little exchanges, which gabriel heard and smiled slightly at, winking at you as he lifted his goggles up.

"gabri, get the hell down here once you're done." he told his brother as miguel looked up at you gazing at gabri involuntarily, with gabriel rolling his eyes, sighing, and reluctantly getting up to go back down from the platform. "before i go down, um... can i know if you, uh... wanna get some dinner together sometime?" gabriel asked with a smile as you nodded, smiling back at him with a flustered face. "of course, gabri." you responded to him as he felt himself get all flustered now at you copying miguel's nickname for him.

he chuckled and nodded with a broad smile on his face. "a-alright then! i'm gonna hope miggy's gonna break something else next time... so i can, y-y'know." gabriel said as miguel cleared his throat and furrowed his eyebrows, placing his hands on his hips as he waited for you two to descend. "okay, mig! jeez, i can attest to him wearing panties—they're always in a bunch up his su- ow!" gabriel cried out in pain as miguel threw a pen at the back of his head. you laughed aloud and asked him in between laughs if he was okay, with gabriel trying to play it cool and say he was okay with a wince. he really is everything—everything cute, cool, sweet, and... just a little bit of what a loser is like, a loser who's won himself a date with the prettiest, strongest spider woman around (and his favorite by far!)

tags !! @binibinileonara @ophanimgold

[solarisstyles]

MS.HONEY: MS.HONEY'S BIRTHDAY

Pairing: Harry Styles x F!Reader Word Count: 2.3k+ Warnings: tooth rotting fluff!, kissing, relationship developments Summary: It takes a village to raise a special needs child. Gemma's son is growing up and starting kindergarten in the fall. Uncle Harry is struggling with not being able to spend all day, everyday, with his nephew who he's grown quite attached to. When he accompanies Gemma and Arlo on his first day of school, he meets Ms.Honey. Harry decides Kindergarten might not be so bad after all. A/N: For the sake of the story, Gemma and Harry live in the states. I know more about the school system in America than the UK so it just made sense! This story is not meant to be a 100% depiction of what a family of this dynamic is like. Harry and Gemma Styles are very real people and are only being used for fictional purposes!

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The weather was truly in your favor today. A soft breeze, bright blue sky, the birds were happily chirping and flying back and forth between the trees and your bird feeders. It was what you would describe as your idea of a perfect day. Laid out in your hammock, you had your eyes closed as you listened to the songs the birds would sing for you, and enjoyed the cool breeze against your face. The sun was starting to set and the air had that summer-like chill to it when you decided to head inside. 

Grabbing a microwavable dinner from your freezer, you popped it into the microwave to cook. While the microwave worked its magic, you grabbed your phone to see what calls or texts you’ve missed while outside today. You weren’t shocked to see a missed call from Harry along with several texts.

Harry: When were you going to tell me your birthday was next week?

Harry: If you think we aren’t doing anything to celebrate you’re crazy!

Harry: Woman, call me back so I can make birthday plans for you!!!!

You could imagine how flustered he must have been right now waiting for you to reply to him. The teasing part of you wanted to make him wait a little longer but the soft side of you that Harry occupied had you calling him back without a second thought. As if he was looking at his phone, just waiting for it to ring, he answered on the second ring.

“About damn time!” He greeted you.

It made you laugh, shaking your head fondly, “Sorry, I was laying in my hammock all afternoon and I didn’t have my phone with me.”

Harry took a moment to envision you laid out and enjoying the beautiful weather today. He wished more than anything he was there to enjoy it with you. “Fine, you’re forgiven. But next time I won’t be so nice!” he threatened.

You knew he wasn’t being serious though. You could tell by the goofy voice he put on when he said it. “So who snitched about my birthday?” you asked, curious.

“We, technically the school, but Gemma called me and told me. So let’s blame Gemma.”

“That darn Gemma.” you decided to play along.

“Right? An absolute menace to our society. She must be stopped!”

“Well you’re her brother…so wouldn't that make you just as much of a menace?”

“Do you think I’m a menace?”

“Yes.”

“WELL I NEVER.” He exclaimed, making you laugh once more. He always knew how to tickle your funny bone.

“I’m only half joking.” you promised, grabbing your food out of the microwave and stirring it up.

“Well Ms.Jokester, what do you want to do for your birthday?” He asked, making himself comfortable on his own couch while he talked to you.

“Well considering I’ll be working, nothing really.” sitting down at your dining room table, and putting him on speaker phone so she could sit comfortably and eat.

“You’re working on your birthday? That’s lame! What about next weekend then? We could do something.”

It was endearing how much he wanted to spend your birthday together, but you couldn’t ignore the knot of guilt in your stomach thinking about it. “Harry, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

“I know you want to wait till after Arlo’s graduation to date and I respect that. We can hang out as friends though, right? Is that allowed?”

Thinking over his words, you felt the knot loosen in your stomach. “I guess you’re right.” you said, pushing your food around the plastic container. “I just don’t want either of us to get in trouble.”

“I know Honey. I’m sorry that it has to be like this right now. I still want to show you how special you are and celebrate your birthday. Even if that means we have to sit on opposite sides of the room to do it.”

Smiling at your food, you couldn’t help but blush, “well that’s really sweet of you.” taking a deep breath, you breathed out, “Fine, I’ll bite and let you celebrate my birthday with me.”

“A splendid choice!” Harry exclaimed. “What would the birthday girl like to do?”

You pondered the idea for a moment. What you really wanted to do might be too boring for his taste. You couldn’t think of anything else though. “Honestly, I want to stay in. How about we get sushi, stay at mine and spend the evening watching a movie?”

Harry hummed, “If that’s what the birthday girl wants, it’s what the birthday girl gets.”

“Really? You don’t think that’s too boring?” you asked, feeling uncertain.

“Honey…” Harry softly said, “Listen, if it’s with you then I’m going to have a great time. If that’s what you want to do then I’ll do it. And if you must know, that’s my ideal type of evening. So, I’d be more than thrilled to do it with you. I promise.”

You smiled at the phone, “Thanks Harryy. You’re the best.”

“You only deserve the best. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Enjoy the rest of your relaxing evening.”

“You too.”

- - - - - - - - -

The day of your birthday was a total blurr. Even though you were working, the day flew by with flying colors. Your students brought in small hand made gifts for you that just melted your heart. You promised all of them that their work would be proudly displayed at your home to always remember them by. 

While the kids were at lunch, you had a special delivery again from Nancy. She came to your classroom with an arm full of flowers and a box of chocolate covered strawberries. “Mr.Honey has done it again.” Nancy said in a teasing tone. 

You giggled, taking the gifts from her, “He’s too good to me.” you told her.

“You’re dating right?” Nancy asked.

Setting the case down on your desk along with the box of strawberries, you sighed softly, admiring the flowers. “No, I told him we couldn’t date till Arlo graduated.”

“What?! Why?!” Nancy exclaimed, looking at you with a dumbfounded expression.

You returned the look with a confused one, “I’m not allowed to date the family of the students in my class.”

Nancy brought her palm to her face and shook her head, “Oh, Honey that’s only for parents. You won’t get in trouble if you date him.” laughing at the shocked look on your face.

“Well then, he’ll be very happy to know that.” you said, giving a shocked giggled back to her.

“Happy birthday to you.” she teasingly sang to you with a wink, walking out of the room.

You couldn’t wait to surprise Harry on Saturday with this new found information.

- - - - - - - - -

When Saturday arrived, you were up early and stress cleaning, even the parts of your home that you knew Harry wouldn’t see or care about. It had to be perfect. Nothing could go wrong. By the time midafternoon rolled around, you were collapsed on the couch, sweaty from all the cleaning you’d done. Your phone vibrated on the coffee table next to you, making you groan as you reached for it and swiped to answer the call. “Hello?” you breathed out.

Harry chuckled through the phone, “You sound like you ran a marathon.”

“I basically did. I’ve been cleaning all day.”

“Perfect, I’m gonna mess it all up now.” he teased.

“I’ll have to hurt you.” you laughed softly.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time babe.” making your heart skip a beat. “I’m getting the sushi now and going to grab a few more snacks from the store. I should be heading your way soon.”

“Good, I’m starving.” you groaned. “I’ll see you in a little bit. Drive safe.”

“Will do Honey.”

After you hung up, you had to force yourself to get off the couch and go shower. As much as you hated it at first, the hot water was welcoming to your aching back. You were super glad at this point that you decided to spend the night in. When you got out of the shower, the cool air made you feel more awake and refreshed. 

Picking out your cutest pair of pajamas, you figured you might as well stay comfy if you were gonna spend the evening watching movies. Throwing your hair into a messy bun, you gathered all the fluffy pillows off your bed and brought them to the living room.

You arranged them on the floor so the two of you could comfortably sit together. Moving the coffee table to the side, you even grabbed a few fluffy blankets to lay out and use if you wanted to.

“Ooo wine!” you hummed to yourself as the idea popped in your head. Going to the fridge to get the bottle out, you were interrupted by a knock on your door. Setting the bottle on the counter, you jogged over to the door and opened it to see Harry’s bright smile and sparkling eyes. “Happy birthday!” he cheered, walking in as you made room for him through the doorway.

A soft giggle could be heard from you as you watched him trapease his way to the living room, dumping the bags on the makeshift blanket pallet you made just moments ago. Turning to see you’d followed him, he wrapped you in a hug, picking you up and spinning you around. You couldn’t help but squeal with laughter, tucking your face into his neck as you held onto him tightly.

Gently setting you down, he leaned his forehead to your own, looking into your eyes. “I’ve missed you.” he whispered.

“I’ve missed you too.” you told him, playing with his curls gently at the nape of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, which he eagerly returned.

“How about we eat and start a movie? I’m starving.” rubbing his hands along your sides gently, rubbing just low enough to drive you crazy.

You nodded, “I like that idea.” you breathlessly said, “Let me go grab the wine from the kitchen.”

Letting you go reluctantly, you were quick to retrieve the bottle along with two wine glasses. “I hope you like red.”

“I love it.” he assured, setting out your sushi in front of you while you poured both of you a glass.

“What movie did you pick to watch first?” he asked, accepting the glass when you handed it to him. 

“Rose Red.” you proudly said, taking a sip of your wine.

Harry hummed in approval, “Stephen King. Excellent choice.”

It was indeed an excellent choice. By half way through the movie, Harry and you were cuddled together, bellies full of good food and beginning to feel a little tipsy from the wine. 

You quickly discovered with Harry that he loved to talk during films. Which was perfect since you enjoyed it as well. While he would critique the film’s small details, you would make off handed comments about the characters and how stupid some of them were. Harry was amused when you would go on a random tirade about a stupid decision one of the character’s made. “For somebody who likes this movie you sure are yelling at it a lot.” Harry noted, giggling.

“I do like it! It’s just fun to yell at it too.”

“It’s cute.” Harry mumbled, pulling you closer into him.

Looking up at him, and him looking down at you, made you not want to wait any longer. “Harry…I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” he asked, feeling a little nervous.

“Nancy brought me the flowers and strawberries as you know. Well she asked if we were dating. I said no and she asked me why like I was crazy.” You giggled, thinking back to her facial expression. “I told her I wasn’t allowed to date my students' family and she told me that was only for parents. I wouldn’t get in trouble if I dated you.”

A giant smile creeped onto Harry’s face as he processed what you just told him. “Seriously?” he asked.

“Seriously.” you repeated, rubbing your nose against his own.

Pressing his lips against your own, the kiss quickly turned heated. He laid you back gently onto the pillows, positioning his body to hover above your own. This kiss showed you both the feelings you were holding back. Desperate to express through a simple gesture. “Be my girlfriend.” Harry mumbled against your lips.

“What?” you couldn’t help but giggle and smile, making him smile too.

“Be my girlfriend,” he repeated “Please.”

Looking up into his eyes, you could see the immense amount of adoration they held for you. “Yes.” you whispered. It felt right. It had to be right. They always say when you know, you know. And you were so sure in this moment that you knew. Harry couldn’t help but feel the same way.

With goofy smiles on your faces, the both of you started to giggle, feeling giddy and high from life and the happiness you brought each other. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“And we haven’t even had dessert yet.” Harry said, suddenly sitting up and reaching for a bag.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched as he pulled out a tray of cupcakes, holding one up and putting a candle in it, lighting it with his lighter. He turned to you and began to sing Happy Birthday. You watched with a smile on your face, sitting up fully to be closer to him. Once he finished, he held the cupcake closer to you.

Closing your eyes, you made a wish then blew out the candle. “Thank you Harry. For everything.” you said, taking the cupcake. Pulling the candle out and sucking the icing off of it, you hummed happily. 

He chuckled, grabbing his own cupcake to eat. “I’d do anything to see that sweet smile.”

If only he knew your wish was for him to make you smile for the rest of your life.

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[mad4turtles]

Can I get some Uncle Tello- Baby/Toddler Casey Jones Jr bonding fluff? Their bond is just so cute and funny to me & I just keep thinking about Donatello "I don't like kids, but if anyone even breathes wrong in Casey Jr's direction I will not hesitate to take someone out" Hamato aka 'the grumpy, protective uncle who grows to love his nephew very much but would never willingly admit it outloud (especially to his twin. Too bad for him Leo most likely already knows. again. twins lol ). Cause I can imagine poor guy had a hard time coping with the fact that CJ can destroy anyone's "emotionally unavailable bad-boy" image with little effort if you give him the time. And Donnie learned the hard way 😂

I am SO sorry this took so long! This prompt is golden and I love it, here you go!

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Donatello tolerates children. He doesn't hate them because, believe it or not, there is a difference between the two.

He understands from a logistical standpoint that children function differently from adults. They're still navigating the world, cry when a need isn't met, laugh when you tickle them or someone falls on their face, and put everything and anything within reach in their mouth to figure out what it is and if they can eat it. Most of the time, the answer is no. 

Donnie understands that, so he tolerates children. And as the world caves in and he's forced to intermingle with more humans and Yokai than he'll ever see (the numbers dwindle daily, but who's counting?), his tolerance builds. Though his position in the Resistance—Keeping Everyone Alive Under Six Feet of Earth and Limited Oxygen—keeps him cooped up in his lab and limits his interaction with people in general, on the odd days he's not locked in there with a sign that reads 'Keep Out or Get Bit', he'd say he does a decent job. Take that, autism.

It's on one of these odd days Cassandra Jones kicks the door of the mess hall down with enough force to send it flying, holds up a dirty bundle with a squirming thing inside and screeches. “I have acquired a child!”

And that was that.

Well, not really; there was a lot of screeching, demanding, explaining and even more frantic demanding involved. But Donnie barely remembers most of it. He'd been busy staring at the little pink face peeking out from the ragged cloth wrapped hastily around a tiny body, wondering how and why anyone would abandon him.

Logically, he knew why. Babies smell, they're defenceless, needy and loud. All recipes for disaster—death—in the alien apocalypse. Logically, he knew it was better to cut your losses and ditch, lighten the load, ease the burden and raise your chances of survival. 

Emotionally, irrationally, he wanted to find the blood mother and kill her himself.

Regardless, Cassandra had claimed him, named him—Casey Jones Jr, of course—and the Hamato's had a new family member. 

Cass was a mother, and Donnie was suddenly an uncle.

Cassandra, despite herself, is a great mother. She feeds, clothes, bathes and teaches Jr with the ferocity and vigour she's always had in spades but dipped in a new warmth and love Donnie never would have associated with her. It's unexpected, but Cass wouldn't be Cass if she weren't screwing Donnie's perception of reality in her every waking moment.

April and Raph dote on him something awful with baby voices and whatever toys they find or have donated to them by other understanding and indulgent parents. Mikey cries when he takes his first steps. Draxum gifts him a Yokai necklace made from dragon teeth and scales.

(“He can eat them once his feeble infant teeth fall out,” he explains while stoically cradling the giggling infant on one clawed palm, outwardly indifferent yet impossibly gentle. “They will harden his skin and strengthen his bones to iron. No Krang would dare stand in his way.”

“We are not,” April says, “feeding dragon teeth to my nephew, Draxum.”

“As his grandfather, I should have some say in his dietary requirements. Cassandra agrees with me!”

“I will bury you, Draxum,” April growls in a tone that promises unspeakable violence. “I will bury you deep.”

“... understood.”)

Leo lets him chew on his mask tails while rocking him to sleep. He also cries like a bitch when the little pink thing looks him in the eye, drool dribbling down his chin and his gummy smile miles and miles wide and says—“Weo!”

(Donnie thinks Splinter would have loved him just as much. Shared with him the stories and legacy of their clan, sang to him the same old Japanese lullabies, enthralled him with the tales of Lou Jitsu, everything he'd wanted to do should he ever become a grandfather.)

Donnie doesn't see Casey much. Not by choice, but he's a busy freaking turtle and one-year-olds are notoriously for being loud, distracting little things that Donnie cannot afford, now more than ever.

He knows their chances of winning the war are slim at best and impossible at worst. Hope can only take you so far, crazy mystic powers or not. They've already lost so much of their world. They've already lost Dad.

So Donnie needs to focus, work and keep working so they won't lose anyone else. Anything less than the best possible outcome is not a thread of logic he is willing to follow.

Then there's a knock at his door.

Without turning from his multiple screens, mystic or otherwise, Donnie grunts, “It had better be good—”

Cassandra bursts through the door, blazes across the room, dumps something on Donnie's lap—“HOLD THIS I WILL RETURN SHORTLY SHUT UP AND THANK YOU FAREWELL!”—and slams the door behind her on her way out.

Donnie sits bamboozled in his chair in the aftermath of her whirlwind. He stares at the scorch marks her feet left on the floor, the angle his door sits at after she'd slammed it near off its hinges—

“Ba!”

—and at the one-year-old pink thing she'd left to drool on his lap.

“Oh hell no, hell no—Cassandra Bernid Jones!” he hollers to no reply.

How in the shit could she do this to him?! Why in the shit?!

Junior giggles at Donnie's misery, kicking his bare feet madly and clapping damp hands. He must've had his fingers in his mouth. Joy.

“Cassandra, come back for your child or I will feed you to the nearest Krang Hound!” Donnie shouts. Unsurprisingly, his only answer is more of Junior's incessant giggling. Pudgy fingers reach for Donnie's face and Donnie lifts him higher, further away. Junior shrieks with joy.

Growling, Donnie activates the mechanical arms in his shell to carefully lift the child off his lap as he stands, holding him at a fair distance. The child is delighted by this and kicks harder, screaming with unbridled joy and having the time of his life. Donnie stares, fighting a scowl and a flinch because dear god how can something so small be so ungodly loud?

Donnie wants to smash something. Ironically, the indirect source of his ire keeps that desire at bay, but it doesn't stop him from grinding his teeth.

He's busy running updates on their freaking security system, the only thing keeping the Krang from finding them and killing everything that breathes. Cassandra knows this, everyone knows this, he'd sent them an email about it! So why, in the ever-loving shit, would Cassandra literally drop her child off with the one person who has a history of only tolerating children? Sure it's his adopted nephew, but he can only last so much in the presence of his own blood relatives for Christ—

He doesn't realize he's hissing, a low guttural thing rivalled only by Raphael at his angriest, until Junior stops laughing.

As much as they postured and played with fashion, aesthetics and trends as teenagers, Donnie and his brothers are mutants, and by (non-freaky)human standards, they are not conventionally 'pretty'. And according to many honest human comrades, April included, they can be downright unnerving sometimes. Mostly when they're pissed off, their animal roots seeping through the cracks of the humanity instilled in them by a loving father. They growl, hiss, click and roar, bearing their teeth and snarling like beasts. It's worse for Donnie and Raph, the carnivores of the family and most prone to biting; Raph's size doesn't help, and Donnie has easily frightened some of their biggest and strongest Yokai allies with a flash of fangs or a warning hiss.

It's not something he likes about himself these days. It never bothered him until they were forced to interact more and more with humans who had no qualms pointing shit like that out, even now with literal aliens prowling their ruined world. Still, he's learned to roll with it like he does with everything else.

But Casey Junior looks at him—his peeled lips revealing sharp fangs grit tight in a snarl and a hiss he can't curb fast enough—and he starts crying.

Oh shit.

“Oh shit,” Donnie says, flapping his hands, ire forgotten as panic takes over. “Oh shit, the child is crying and I am the cause. Cassandra will kill me, then Draxum will bring me back as a zombie so Raph can kill me again.”

What the hell does he do? Make funny faces? Pretend to trip over and fall flat on his snoot? Kids love physical comedy, pain is always funny! Or maybe he—or—oh who is he kidding, he's screwed. And the baby is still crying, kicking his feet and red in the face. Donnie lowers but doesn't touch him, biting his lip as his thoughts race. Not even five minutes and he's proven he cannot handle a child. How does Raph do this? How did Dad put up with this for seventeen years—

Oh wait, there's an idea. What did Dad do?

Trick question: Donnie knows exactly what Dad did when they were younger, and eight times out of ten it worked. The problem lies with Donnie and his intense aversion to all things stinky and gross and loud, all of which Casey Jr is.

But Donnie has seen and lived with worse even before the world went to shit. He lived with Leo and Mikey as his little brothers; they piss him off like it's their personal mission, but he loves them so fiercely it's painful. He'd look death in the eye and double-dog dare it to do its worst for them.

This is his baby nephew. He's not been around nearly as long but surely, surely, Donnie can get over himself for him, too.

(Even if he is a busy turtle working his ass off at the end of the world. But family is different. Family trumps everything.)

So Donnie swallows, takes a deep breath, takes Casey from the mechanical arms before dismissing them into his shell—“I'm doing it, I'm freaking doing it—” and pulls Casey into his arms, holding him tight against his chest.

The crying doesn't magically cease as Donnie had hoped, but it dies down into kitten-like sniffles that do—something to Donnie's heart, squeezing and twisting it in a way he hasn't felt since Mikey was this small, maybe smaller. Whatever it is, it compels him to cup the back of Casey's ebony head and press his (grossgrossgross) face into the exposed crook of Donnie's neck.

“Um... there there,” he says clumsily, patting Casey's back with his other hand. “Cease your crying. It's making my knees hurt and my chest do weird, fuzzy things I don't have time for.”

Casey turns his head at Donnie's voice, frighteningly alert. 

Hm.

With a claw from his battle shell, he pulls his purple hood up, shielding Casey from the neon glare of his computer screens and LED lights around the lab. 

“I apologize for scaring you,” he says a decibel softer. Casey turns his head again in response, still sniffling but significantly calmer. “I am angry, yes, but I am not angry at you. It was unfair of me to show my ire that way, especially in front of you, child who is easily frightened by loud noises and yet is scarily perceptive of the moods of the people around you...”

Casey lays his head against Donnie's shoulder, blinking up at him with big watery eyes. Donnie blinks back.

This is... not awful. It's progress. Progress is good. This is good.

He tears his gaze from Jr's—as deadly a weapon as Mikey's eyes for sure—and sways from side to side the way he used to do for Leo when they were young and scared. He hums a tune under his breath, one from that Ghibli movie about little people; he can't remember the film's name but the song at the end was cute and catchy as it was corny. Even years later, he remembers the words—

“I'm 14 years old, I am pretty. I'm a teen tiny girl, a little lady. I live under the kitchen floor. Right here, not so far from you.” 

The sniffles die off, Casey's pudgy fingers grasping Donnie's torn hood, tiny nose buried against cool scales. Donnie keeps going, softly rubbing Casey's back the way Dad would rub his shell during Donnie's worse days. The memory brings tears to his eyes, so he shuts them before they can fall.

“Sometimes I feel happy, sometimes I feel blue. In my dreams O I wish I could... Feel my hair blowing in the wind, see the sky and the summer rain, pick a flower from the garden for you. Beyond the lane there's another world, butterflies floating in the air. But is there someone out there for me?”

By the end, Donnie looks down to see Casey fast asleep, sucking his thumb and drooling on Donnie's shoulder. For a breathless moment that lasts an eternity, Donnie is spellbound, staring at the little pink thing—a biological miracle someone had so quickly discarded on the barren streets of a dying world, a little life that had persevered despite every odd stacked against it, Cassandra's son, Donnie's little infant nephew—he cradles in his arms. For the first time he doesn't care for the slimy drool coating his shoulder, the bacteria or anything his body and brain would outright reject.

Donnie stares at Casey Jones Jr and finally pins a name to the fuzzy feeling in his chest.

Oh.

“Oh,” he says. Jr snuffles in his sleep.

---

When Leo turns a corner to find Mikey, Raph, April and Cassandra huddled outside Donnie's lab doors, he almost turns around to avoid the oncoming storm of Donnie's short temper. The gossip in him wins out in the end as he squeezes between Raph and Cassandra to peer through the crack in the door.

What he sees has him gaping like a fish.

Donatello Hamato—the Resistance's resident genius and hermit—sits languidly at his desk surrounded by screens, one hand tapping away at holographic screens, breezing through emails. The other arm curls around a babbling Casey Jr, grubby hands clenched tight on one of Donnie's old rubber fidget toys as he gnaws on it like a dog with a bone.

“The shipment from Asia's remaining base in Hong Kong should be arriving at the port between noon and sixteen hundred hours tomorrow,” Donnie rambles, eyes scanning a long wall of encrypted mystic text.

“Ba!” Casey cries around the toy, kicking his legs.

Donnie nods with a hum, scratching his chin. “Yes, I agree. Krang activity has intensified alarmingly at the Old Port since the refugee extraction six months ago, but there's no time to plan a safer route...”

“Ba dee ba!” Casey blows a messy raspberry. Not missing a beat, a mechanical arm pops from Donnie's shell to wipe the baby's mouth with a cloth before discarding it.

“You're right, Jr. I suppose there's no helping the matter. We must brief the teams as soon as possible to discuss the matter, rally what factions we have at our disposal—”

“Eeeee!” Casey screeches before bursting into giggles.

Donnie brightens. “Of course! We could send the drones! They're stealthier and won't incur a needless massacre at the hands of psychopathic aliens. If anything, we shall be doing the massacring once I've outfitted the drones with my newest Genius Built trademark mystic weaponry! Excellent idea Casey Jones Jr, what would I do without your added brilliance.”

“Don-NEE!” Casey cries.

“Yes yes, I'll send the email and hopefully one of those dumb dumbs will actually read—wait, what did you say?” Donnie drops the screens and plucks Casey off his lap to stare him in the face with wide eyes. “Did—Did you just—did you just say—?”

“Don!” Casey giggles, wiggling in Donnie's grip. “Don don don don don! Don-NEE!”

Donnie stares and stares and stares. A stupidly happy grin splits his face in two. “Oh my god.”

“Oh my god,” Mikey breathes with a matching grin.

“Would'ja look at that,” Raph chuckles, his smile a proud, fond thing.

“Knew he had it in him,” April nods.

“Which means Leonardo owes me fifty bucks!” Cassandra quietly whoops.

Tearing his eyes away from the horrendously cute picture of his twin and nephew, Leo aims a sly grin at Cassandra. “I would if we still used actual money as a source of income or trade.” Cassandra's grin drops like a stone, and Leo fights an evil cackle that would make Draxum proud. “Cash hasn't been a thing in years, Cassandra dear. Get dunked on.”

“Bite my ass, you di—!”

The door abruptly slides open the rest of the way and they tumble to the floor in a heap. Above them, Donatello stands unimpressed, brow raised and one hand on his hip. Curled in his other arm, Jr babbles happily and reaches for Cassandra.

“Evening all,” Donnie drones as they clambered guiltily to their feet. “To what do I owe this displeasure.”

“Nothing at all!” Cassandra said, shooting Leo a poisonous glare before opening her arms to receive her son. “Thank you for looking after my child, I will take him back now and relinquish you from your—”

“A-bub-bub-bub!” Donnie turns slightly, putting Jr out of her reach. “I have decided that Jr may stay a few hours longer while I run the regular diagnostics and schedule that meeting you no doubt heard about while you were unceremoniously eavesdropping at my still broken door—thank you for that Cassandra, by the way—he is no trouble presently and makes an excellent rubber duck to bounce ideas off. Don't you agree, Jr?”

Jr snaps his head up to beam at Donnie. “Ah!” he says. Donnie's impassive face melts into a rare smile that Leo aches to see. He's not smiled like that since before Dad...

Cassandra's arms flop to her sides. April, Mikey and Raph stare, rendered speechless until April lifts a finger. “... er, Don, are you sure—?”

“Quite sure, Commander O'Neil,” the impassive mask returns, but Donnie's fooling no one. “Now if you don't mind, Jr and I are very busy bees and must get back to work, so begone. And while you're at it, please issue this new warning to the rest of the base: 'I have only had Casey Jones Jr for five hours, but if anything happens to him, I will kill everyone in this base and then myself.' Good day.”

“Goo' 'ay!” Casey chimes and Leo has a front-row seat to Donnie's delighted crooked smirk right before he slams the door shut in their faces.

There's a beat of silence.

Then Raph claps his hands. “So,” he draws out with a strained smile, “who saw that coming?”

“Me,” Leo sings.

“You bet against him!” Cassandra booms. “With non-existent money!”

Leo shrugs, motioning them to follow him down the hall. “Only on principle. I knew he had it in him. Jr is family and Donnie loves attention and family. It was bound to happen.”

“Aaand it was stupidly cute!” Mikey chimes, floating by them with his hands tucked under his chin.

Leo thinks of the tingle he'd felt in his chest hours ago when Cassandra first ditched—ahem—dropped Jr off with Donnie, of the familiar tune from an old, corny yet hopeful film from their childhood humming from the fringes of their Mind Meld, of the glee and soft, new, helpless love bleeding from Donnie's gaze, his smile, as Jr babbled his name.

Leo smiles. “Yeah. Stupidly cute.”

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[gaybananabread]

A cute ler collector curious if grimwalkers can be ticklish?

I'm 99% positive you meant for Hunter to be the lee, so that's what I'm going with. Hope you enjoy!

Lee: Hunter

Ler: Collector

Summary: The Collector is a curious enby, and Hunter is the perfect candidate to answer their question.

Warnings: Owl House spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

Things were looking up for the Owl House residents. Luz and Stringbean were figuring their magic out, King was exploring his powers, Eda and Raine officially got back together, and the Collector was settling in. True, he needed to leave eventually, but they were happy for the moment.

There were a few strange things to get used to. One was learning boundaries and social skills. Another was affection. Hugs and cuddles took some getting used to, but they were much appreciated. Something he never got used to, however, was tickling.

It was so strange, getting someone to giggle and laugh by just touching them. Nevertheless, it intrigued him. He was okay with the feeling, and loved tickling others. It was so funny to watch their reactions!

Hunter came around sometimes, and the Collector was curious. He hadn't seen many Grimwalkers in his existence, which gave him many questions. Most of which couldn't be answered, but the few that could sparked some great conversations.

Hunter had come over that day, hanging out with Willow and Luz. When the girls went off together, something about palisman outfits, Collector asked one of his famous questions, though this one was more flustering than usual.

"Are grimwalkers ticklish?"

Hunter choked on air, having a small coughing fit. "W-why do you wanna know?" The entity smiled, shrugging. "I dunno, I'm curious. So, are you?" The boy fumbled, tripping over his words. "No, of- I- I'm not. Yep, not t-ticklish at all!" 

He smiled. "Very convincing. In that case, I guess you wouldn't mind if I did THIS!" The Collector scribbled on his sides, making him squeak and turn away. Amused at his reaction, they dug in, clawing and pinching the sensitive skin. Hunter burst into giggles, shoving at the other's hands.

"Gehehet ohohoff! Cohohohollehectohor!" With a snap of his fingers, purple restraints held Hunter's arms above his head, keeping him in place. "Now we can have some real fun!"

Cracking their knuckles, the Collector scribbled across Hunter's belly. He tried and failed to hold back his reaction, loud laughter filling the room. "GAHAHAHA! QUHIHIHIT IHIT!"

The Collector shook his head, clicking his tounge. "Oh come on, Hunter. Willow told me you like this!" Face turning bright red, Hunter tugged at his arms, trying to break out of his purple restraints. They held strong, keeping his midsection nice and exposed.

Moving up to the boy's ribcage, they dug into each bone, a huge grin on their face. Hunter snorted, and entity gasped. "Oh my Titan, that's so fun! Do it again, do it again!" Much to his embarrassment, he did snort again, the sensations on his ribs turning his brain to mush.

"AHAHA*snort*AHAHA! COHOLEHECTOR! PLEHEHEASE! *snort* " Not wanting to push his limits, he stopped, giving the boy a breather.

"Wow, you're really ticklish!" Hunter groaned, trying to hide his red face in his shoulder. After he'd regained his breath, the Collector floated behind him, grinning. "There's one more thing I gotta try!"

Snapping their fingers, a blue feather appeared, floated into their open palm. The entity brushed the feather on his neck, twisting and twirling it around. Hunter burst out in hiccupy giggles, scrunching his shoulders.

The Collector giggled. "Ahahaww, that's so cute!" He shook his head, both denying them and trying to shake off the feather. Neither worked.

Finally, after a minute or two, he stopped, releasing Hunter. The boy curled up, rubbing his neck and giggling like a mad man. They giggled, patting his head.

"Guess that's a yes!"

[onebraincell-itmiebcraft]

Okay time for the liveblogging of real life in order (liveblogging life SMP call that lifeblogging) I have never done this b4 be easy on me

Grian

I've already watched his perspective at like 5 in the morning but heyyyyy nothing wrong with rewatching with added non sleep deprived commentary but also not really memories of what I originally thought watching this too :^))

I remember being so stunned they called it real life and the anatomically correct heart 🫀tickled my funny bone heeheehoo hahaha

Thought when grian said replay 3rd life I thought they'd reenact it 😭

We live in a society taxes man (I could ramble about it)

GRIAN IRL FACE!!!

has anyone fell over btw?

No lie that B can BIG

Reminds me of slimecicle jshitt and traves VR Minecraft where Travis got progressively shorter what a laugh

Does Scott ever see his scream

Is it take the Mick or take the nick love that idiom

RENDOG!

Scar looks like a child doing that thing

Awww hug

ABUSE

scar take the headset off dzuh 🫀🫀🫀

Grian literally me balance issues

Yugioh????

I called it, scar would say he's American 😎

I'm eating dinner while watching this at the same time what fun w

Giran called solidaritygaming jimmy no way + he died first fr this time + loud "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Perfectly timed his mic peaking is iconic

Ha haa!

He ear him bread

Really putting the mine in craft for Minecraft

reminds me of secret life EP 4 and scar is sweaty

*scar noises*

How did scar drop his phone???

Check your wrist? More like check your a- (tom cardy référence)

I love the way VR makes you hit stuff goofy

Can you run in game if you irl

(watch him die)

Haha he died

Why Jim is he sabotaging him

Jim Jim Jim gym gym

Doesn't Jim die here oh LMFAO he does

Jimmy you are famous to me

(scout voice) Chicken

How did scar die???

I love how vr makes them expressive Jim pointing to village house is so funny

There's only one bed

Wtf is happening in top right corner in 9min 30 sec

Ayyyyy there's grian the maniac love the casual position of the arms

Last life you can join me moment

Egg

Grian gaslighting

Jimmy you wanna dance quote of the year

PvP is so silly

Skizz is fighting a losing battle Jim killed him icon

I love how grian and Jim's yells overlap there's probably something music theory there idk

Awww scar he's so funny

Go pick him up from daycare haha

Facing away from the camera we live in a society

OHHHHH impulse big smart man Jimmy's arm movements are so smooth it's solly

Jimmy immediately leaving for fish cocomelon brain I agree

Love the arm movements

Lol they actually like down

It's okay grian scuffed is worth celebrating

Has anyone layed on their side

Friend just texted me about my monologue what am I doing man I have an audition tomorrow

Anyway Minecraft vr

The lying down model inventory so goofy

Rewatching the bread scene no wonder tumblr loves it looks like Jim jam actually has a mouth 👄

Impulsesv guess the build sheep flashbacks

Best sleepover

Polyamorous tony (died)

Sleepover reminds me of crazy Christmas w/gem and pearl

Grown men learn how to close doors

Minecraft fatshaming grian smh my head

Man thought it was more than Joel there + o2 max(xing) scar love it (i use maxxing ironically) (it's such a stupid suffix to me linguistically funny) (I hate incels) (don't cancel me tumblr) (I love all genders)

Two steps: die, and die

Jimmy isn't on fire??

Casual "it burns so much!" Love it

Wait right Jim still has a wooden sword

Joel Joel Joel Joel you know that one part in waiting for Godot where they just go back and forth in saying aideu yeah

So silly

Jim saying get in British people man

"noffing" - joel is it a British thing

Love Joel screaming he's so malding

Just remembered how scary heights are in VR because I thought for a second "why don't they jump down? are they stupid?" (Meme Reference) (Didn't actually think that) ("Stupid" is kinda stupid but I digress)

Hole

Boob stroke

Does scar enjoy the swimming

Why *does* swimming cause motion sickness anyway

Why bucket scar (this is a bucket)

Brain eating amoeba

GOON SQUAD!!!

Love Grian's arm movements I really did thonk Jim was gonna win for the funnies

He says come here weirdly

The joy of killing

Is Jim punching

It's okay hiking simulation

Go Jim go what a gamer boy

I remember the triple dog door dugout is like... Gem's? Joel's? Uhhhh I fotgor

Concussion era

Fresh meat

I just love their dynamics

JIM STOP SOUNDING LIKE THAT it's like his eyes are 🥺 and his mouth is boowomp spongebob like he's got tears in eyes scrimblo sounding ass

Ohhh there's my favourite theatre kids

'orrible

Joel saying boys make me happy

Wait that can misinterpreted

Joel saying "boys" sounds pleasant to my ears

I remember watching this part and going GRIAN FIRST OUT HUH???

awww the funnies

Love the way gem says "we're the last Grians. Grians? Greens!" It's like... Spunky

Grian falling reminds me of my scuffed keyboard when it registers a button press as a hold and then I like never stop walking right *sigh*

The downward spiral by nine inch nials

Ascending is TRUE watcher lore

Oh the music is so cute

Bye scar! Bye Joel!

Okay never let me liveblog cook again i kinda listened to the vid instead of watching reading this does not make sense to anyone but me reference hell half formulated thoughts RIP BOZO HAHA

Maybe I'll like do it in 5 mins chunks for JJJJJJoel and the next ones onward I spent like an hour on this wayyyyy too long for incomplete sentences

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