#sometimes one of them is in human form and they still spend time together bc neither of them Know

[dobbysimp]

Regulus who learned to be an animagus to sneak out of his room and onto his roof at night

Regulus who soon learned being an animagus comes in equally is handy to sneak around the castle at night

Regulus who crosses paths as an animagus with James when he was out for a prank, and he couldn’t stay away. its always easier to give into what he wants when he’s a cat

Regulus who finds out James is really good at petting

Regulus who acts like it didn’t happen at all

Regulus who keeps sneaking out to walk around and clear his mind and keeps every once in a while bumping into James, more and more until it’s every night he can’t escape James finding him to play

Regulus who starts actively looking for James because, well, James will find him anyway so let’s save themselves the time

Regulus who once a month can’t find James and james apparently can’t find him either, but he gets visits of a stag in the courtyard

Regulus who one night finds james drunk, after he snuck out of a gryffindor party, and keeps him company until he sobers up. James doesn’t, he talks and talks to the cat. At one point he tells him he reminds him of a boy he likes. they fall asleep together for the first time

Regulus who learned enough about animagi to become one and do silly things, not caring much about the details for the first time in his life. Regulus who therefore doesn’t know animagi can accidentally turn back human in their sleep, o even turn back into animals all without waking up

James who wakes up at 4am in some hallway, still tipsy and with a headache, and looks down to see regulus laying down on top of him fast asleep

James who says “i knew it” before falling back asleep and acting like nothing happened

Regulus who woke up an hour later, a cat again, in horror at how well he slept. He claw James’ hands to jolt him awake before leaving him there and going back to his room

James and Regulus who end up routinely sleeping on James’ bed, because James wants to and Regulus is convinced nobody will know anyway if he’s a cat

Regulus who turns switches between human and animal repeatedly in his sleep and James keeps acting like he doesn’t know but still charms his curtains every time so nobody will ever see

Regulus who wakes up from a bad nightmare in James’ bed and James hurries to comfort and reassure him

Regulus who is still in shock from the nightmare it takes him a second to realize he’s a human… around James

Regulus who takes evem longer to realize James isn’t reacting at all to the fact he is a human in his bed… he is Regulus of all people, in his bed

and then they kiss mwah mwah thank you

[acidakerizo-47]

why still nobody made this crossover before?-

Zim as a fairy friend with a destructive powers got a mission to help Dib Membrane with the problems in his life, but Dib sometimes using Zim only to catch him with his magic powers for the science and show people that paranormal is real.

The comic part is that no matter what Dib wishes Zim fulfills his wishes against his goals bc Zim is mischievous and likes to play tricks on Dib's goals more than actually fulfilling them and it turns into an endless circle of arguing and fighting each other;

More often their goals throughout the adventure intertwine and benefit each other, and they may even act like friends and Dib gradually comes to the idea that maybe Zim doesn’t have to be given to science bc it's his the only person who is nearby and tries to help him despite his mischief nature.

fairy Zim and Anti-Dib form??

+ they as an adults too

After all adventures in future Dib Membrane grows up, Zim is removed from his duties and takes on human form, wanting to spend more time with his beloved only friend.

over time, their relationship and intimacy become stronger and they become almost inseparable and even live together..?

I need to think through my idea more accurate i guess,,

full art page:

and i lied. i found original post with thoughts and concepts about this crossover by one other artist and i was inspired... why he didn't continued this idea ,_,

[heartbreakgrill]

stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; part 5, “i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.”

a/n: enjoy this bc it’s gonna be sad boi hours in the next part ;)

tagging: @ariianelle

the world shifted, just a little bit.

stiles and y/n found themselves spending a lot more time together. granted, that time was often under the sheets, in a locked car, or- just once- in the locker room after a game. nonetheless, the skin on skin contact always led to conversations, conversations that were deepening in content. they were getting to know each other, forming an attachment both swore would never even exist.

as the time passed, they each found solace in one another, a comfort, a sort of destressor that neither was able to substitute with anyone or anything else. neither were aware of this, but it was as present as the air.

y/n's parents were always out of town, and, while she didn’t have any doubts that they loved and supported her, they were absentee. they missed out on the everyday moments in her life. so, she was usually all by herself through it all. sure, danny came over every once and while, but there were still those periods of time where she was left, literally in the middle of nowhere, all alone. stiles was a warm body to sit next to, an attentive ear to listen to her troubles or woes, without judgement or expectations. he was just there. whenever she needed or wanted.

and, for stiles, y/n was just a human being. she didn't have claws, fangs, premonitions about his friends' deaths, or any other intense, supernatural features. this fact he was positive of since he’d had both scott and derek invade and smell her locker to ensure she was really a living, breathing, human girl.

with all he had to deal with, every single day, he was grateful to get to act like a normal teenage boy some days out of the week. laughing instead of fighting for his life, watching movies instead of drawing up investigation boards.

today was one of those bad days, for the both of them. a bad day where they just needed each other.

the number of killings in beacon hills was rising, rapidly, day by grueling day. and there wasn’t much stiles could do to help. he could ramble, on and on, about the mindless theories rattling around inside his head. he could tag along to random warehouses and parking lots, only to hide away once the real conflict began.

but, he was overall useless to the entire process.

it made his shoulders a little heavier some days, to know he had no control over anything anymore. scott could take away pain, lydia could help save somebody before they died, allison could shoot down three different wolves with the same arrow.

stiles could only talk.

today was one of those days where he just felt kind of shitty about it all.

dr. deaton was missing. and there wasn’t much of anything stiles could do to help. he felt like he always just got in the way.

y/n was in a similar boat.

her parents were out of town for the third week now. they’d promised to be home this past weekend, and had talked y/n up with a week full of dinners, family outings, a visit to her school, normal things that parents normally did with their normal children. of course, they’d cancelled on her last minute because of some conference across the world. she’d asked danny to come stay for the week, but he said he couldn’t. he was going out of town with ethan.

she felt abandoned.

usually, y/n would sulk, by herself, with take out, a round of depressing movies, and homework she didn’t really feel like doing. sometimes, she’d even beg her boss to let her come in for a shift.

but, it was saturday evening, so the staffing was already full for the rest of the night.

so, she texted stiles.

y/n: pls tell me ur bored

stiles: what time?

y/n: anytime :)

stiles: omw gorgeous

–

“alright, i’ve got it.”

stiles plopped down onto the couch beside y/n, bowl of popcorn in left hand, a can of dr. pepper in the right. he crossed his ankles and stretched his legs onto the coffee table. y/n sat criss-cross beside him and extended part of the blanket she wore onto his lap. stiles set the bowl down atop his covered thighs.

“oh, yeah, what’s that?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

y/n pointed to the television, and he followed her gaze. netflix was open on the bright screen, with a movie queued up. “the first scream.”

stiles nodded appreciatively, until she added, “aka, the best slasher film of all time.”

he squinted his face and shook his head rapidly, “i cannot believe you just said that!”

y/n giggled at his expression, “don’t even argue with me right now!”

“it’s hard not to argue with someone who is so blatantly wrong!” he replied.

y/n stole the popcorn from his lap, “thats not even a good counter. at least make a decent rebuttal!”

“okay,” he peered over at her with a matter-of-fact look, “halloween is the best slasher because;” he counted each point off on his fingers, it has a cooler villain, better kill sequences, and the hottest final girl.”

y/n rolled her eyes, and shoved his shoulder with her own, “you just like it cause of jamie lee curtis’ boob scene.”

stiles pursed his lips, “they are pretty great.”

“but they didn’t need to add nudity to that movie! that’s so sexist and gross to support that idea, you pig.”

stiles stole a handful of popcorn, shoveling it into his mouth. “what can i say, im a boob guy.”

if she didn’t know him so well, she’d think stiles, in this moment, was kinda gross. but, she recognized his humor better than most. she appreciated that it was sarcasm. and, he kinda looked cute with his cheeks full of popcorn.

y/n blushed at the comment, looking down slightly, “oh, i know.” boy, did she.

he tapped the edge of the bowl, garnering her attention again, “don’t do that.”

her brows furrowed, meeting his eyes, “do what?”

“don’t be dirty. i don’t think we’ll make it through the movie if you start acting up.” as his words drifted out, stiles’ tone of voice lowered. he leaned his head closer to hers and the corner of his lips turned up in a devilish smirk.

y/n grinned in response. she grabbed the back of his neck, smashing her lips into his, drawing a sharp breath off his tongue. stiles moaned into her, barely catching the popcorn before it could spill. his other hand clutched his dr. pepper, so he didn’t have much leverage against her advances.

stiles clambered around until he found the coffee table, shoving the popcorn bowl atop it. “wait, wait, wait-“ stiles gently grabbed her biceps, tugging her off of him delicately.

y/n’s face fell instantly. she cowered away, hugging herself with her arms. she thought that was what he wanted, but now it seemed he was mad. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry- i didn’t-“

“no, no, no,” stiles set a wary hand between them. “you didn’t do anything wrong. you’re okay, it’s okay.”

“i’m sorry,” she slouched, frowning. she relaxed a little bit, but the moment still worried her. “i thought that’s what you wanted?”

stiles shook his head and grabbed her hand, holding it between his like a prayer. “no, no- i mean- yes. i want you, i always- want you. but, i don’t- i don’t want you to feel pressured to do that all the time. i want to watch a movie with you. i like just hanging out, too. i don’t just expect sex out of you. that’s not all this is-“

stiles pressed his lips together. he always said too much.

always said too much.

y/n let out a breath she had been holding at the top of her chest. her mind raced with a thousand words she didn’t how to say.

this changed everything. the rules were blurred. the lines were crossed.

and it now seemed that, maybe, just maybe, he wanted her like she wanted him.

all she could say was, “okay.”

she didn’t want to rush things. she didn’t want to force him to label it. she didn’t want to get in over her head, throw her hopes up, and get let down again.

stiles’ worried expression fell into a gentle smile, “okay, hey, i’ll even let you think scream is the best slasher film, just for the night.”

an easy giggle fell out of her. “deal.”

stiles fixed the blanket across their laps that had fallen off slightly, while y/n tucked her legs up onto the seat, cozy against the back of the couch.

he stretched an arm across the back of her seat, inching over to her slyly. y/n bit back a smile and leaned into his side. stiles choked back a cough, a strangled attempt to clear his throat. he set his arm around her, fingers lingering over her shoulder.

the movie started.

it took them a few minutes to loosen after that moment. but, eventually, they fell back into their same routine- stiles made lame jokes, y/n nearly fell over laughing at all of them. he compared scream to halloween, calling out which parts would probably be better with a michael myers killer instead of ghost face. she argued back that he was a sore loser.

eventually, the movie was drawing to a close. the credit scene was just about to roll across the television screen when y/n’s phone started ringing from the coffee table. she jumped slightly, a little spooked from the movie, though she’d seen it a million times.

stiles tossed his head back, laughing over her fright. she shot him a dirty look as she reached for her phone. he took his arm off of her, but patted her thigh in a mocking manner. “don’t worry, i’ll protect you.”

y/n shoved his arm playfully, but her attention was drawn away by the contact showing up on her screen. ethan was calling her.

“give me a second,” she mumbled, leaving the room with confusion written all over face.

stiles watched her go, sitting forward on the couch. her distant tone worried him a moment. he pulled out his own phone, hoping for something from scott. updates, suspects, something. hoping the plague wasn’t going to reach her, too.

his screen was black.

stiles wanted to tell her about everything. maybe he should. it would explain his erratic, anxious, flakey behavior.

but, telling her would bring her into it.

and he didn’t know how well he could protect her.

so, the secret was just his for now.

stiles opened scott’s contact, ready to give him a quick call, just in case, when y/n reentered the room. “hey, everything okay?” he barely glanced up at her, but had to do a double take when he noticed how she looked.

y/n was shaking, visibly, clutching her phone in her right hand, which was still held up near her ear as though she was about to answer the phone again. a few tears escaped her eyes, and her pupils were dilated with fear and sadness.

“y/n?” stiles stood up, slowly, tone rattled.

had his troubles finally plagued her, too? was the one sacred, peaceful thing he had finally tainted by the cruelty of his reality? a million worried, terrified thoughts sped through his mind.

y/n met his eye, “danny’s in the hospital. he-he almost died. hi-his l-lung collapsed.”

stiles moved quickly. he carefully took her by the waist, guided her into a pair of shoes, into his jeep. he stayed attentive to her the entire car ride. he played her taylor swift, nearly sat at a 180° angle while he drove, kept a firm hand on her thigh, and spoke to her in a soothing tone. y/n was nearly mute. she didn’t know what to say or what to do. she was just too stunned.

it was always shocking to discover that death could just come knocking on the door whenever it felt like it.

when they finally reached the hospital, stiles opened the car door for her. she grabbed onto his hand, following him into the building.

no one was allowed to visit with danny, at least not until the morning. unfortunately, his parents were out of town, like y/n’s, and couldn’t get back until monday. so y/n and ethan were all danny had until then.

“so, he’s gonna be okay?” stiles scratched the back of his neck nervously, knee bouncing.

y/n sat beside him in a waiting room chair, clutching his other hand till her knuckles were white. they stared up at melissa, awaiting her answer.

melissa returned their stare them with a kind smile, “he’s gonna be just fine. we’re gonna keep him overnight, just to monitor him. but, he’ll be alright.”

y/n took a deep breath. her head fell back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut in relief. melissa nodded once, reassuring them again, before turning to leave. she squeezed stiles’ shoulder as she went.

stiles turned his body to y/n, taking her hand in both of his. she finally met his eye. he was glad to see hers, the storm within them more weathered now, calmer like the water right after a wave. he smiled slightly.

“hey,” he whispered.

y/n finally smiled back. “hey. i’m…sorry if i freaked you out. i don’t do well with near-death experiences. i’m kind of a pussy.”

she laughed at herself, head dropping down in shane. stiles disagreed quickly, “no, no, hey,” he pushed the hair from y/n’s cheek, cupped her face, guided her eyes back to his, “you’re not a pussy. you’re a human being. you were scared and worried for your friend. i’m not judging for how you reacted. i just want to know you’re okay.”

she nodded, “i’m okay. just- tired, now. that was overwhelming. sitting here for an hour, waiting to hear if my best friend was dead or not.”

stiles brushed his thumb over her cheek, “i know, baby, i know.”

the word slipped so easily off his tongue, that he didn’t notice. y/n did, but she wouldn’t allow herself to get bent out shape over it. there was no time for that right now.

“i’m gonna stay here with him tonight.”

stiles moved his hand back to their entwined ones, “i’ll wait with you.”

y/n shook her head in disagreement, “i can’t ask that-“

“you didn’t ask,” he interrupted her, pointedly.

y/n went to say something else when scott disrupted their moment. he came out of danny’s room, nearly appearing out of thin air. stiles could tell he was on edge.

“stiles, hey, i was just about to call you,” he said, glancing between the both of them. “sorry about danny, y/n.”

“thanks,” she smiled slightly, though she was confused. “how did you get in to see-“

“stiles,” scott pretended to not hear her, turning his attention to his friend, “we need to talk.”

stiles patted y/n’s hand gently, “i’ll be right back, okay?”

he stood to leave her, but she didn’t let go of his hand. she held on until he was too far to reach. before he followed scott down the hall, however, he turned back, shrugging off his jacket.

“i know you’re gonna need this,” he murmured, tucking it around her shoulders.

y/n watched him walk away with scott, a dazed smile on her face.

things might be working out.

–

stiles had to leave. at least, scott needed stiles to leave. derek, isaac, boyd, and cora were planning a trap or something of the sort, and they needed to go help them. stiles needed to go help his friends.

but he didn’t want to.

for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to help. he wanted to stay here, in the hospital, with her. he wanted to hold her hand, sleep in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, until the second they could visit danny. until the sun shone on her beautiful face.

stiles didn’t want to stand on the sidelines while his friends blood splattered across the walls around him. he especially didn’t want to watch somebody die tonight.

but, he didn’t protest when scott ushered him out of the building.

he had to do what he always had to do. it was expected. necessary.

like a sacrifice.

–

y/n tucked danny’s sheets around his chin like a mother would, before standing back to look at her work, proudly.

“you’re clinically insane,” he glared at her. the eye bags drearing his face were more prominent in the lighting coming from the lamp on his bedside table. y/n frowned deeply at the sight of him, so tired, nearly lifeless before her.

“you’re my little baby,” she cooed, sitting down beside him on the bed. it took everything in her not to squeeze his cheeks.

“i am a man,” he denied her.

y/n waved him off, “whatever helps you sleep. listen-“ she stood up, collecting her phone and keys off his bedside table, “i will be right down the hall. do not even hesitate to ask me for anything. water, a hug, maybe some cuddles-“

“go to sleep. you look like a walking corpse.”

y/n felt like one. they’d just gotten home the hospital, and it was 8pm on sunday. the waiting room chair had been uncomfortable, and she had felt a little off with the absence of stiles’ warm hands and soft words. so, she didn’t sleep very well. plus, sitting beside danny’s bed all day while they ran tests just added to the tired stress she was feeling.

but, the solace of his smell on his hoodie, and his sporadic text messages, got her through it all. he checked in once an hour, every hour. his phrasing was short, though, and he didn’t reply very quickly. but, stiles was still there. he was there for her.

now, y/n felt like she was going to collapse. so, she softly shut danny’s door behind her and headed for the guest room. it was right next door. she was too scared to leave him alone, so she was going to stay until his parents got home tomorrow night. she was even skipping school to look after him. ethan was going to stop by in the morning, today, he, apparently, had been caught up with something.

she didn’t really trust him. but that was a problem for another day.

y/n slipped out of her fresh pajama bottoms to get ready for bed because it was usually pretty warm in danny’s house. though she kept stiles’ hoodie on.

that morning, at the hospital, nurse mccall had delivered y/n’s book bag, packed neatly with a few essentials, like pjs, her toothbrush, her phone charger, to danny’s room.

stiles had gone out of his way to ensure she had her things how he’d gotten into her house? she didn’t know, and she didn’t really want to question it. she was just grateful he thought of her at all.

y/n shut the light off and got comfy under the covers. just as she went to shut off her phone, a phone call came through.

stiles.

“hello?” she whispered, voice too tired to speak too loud. y/n lay her head upon the pillow, shoving the phone between her ear and it. she felt her eyes closing.

“hey.”

the sound of his voice brought her so much comfort. the exhaustion was takning over now.

“how are you doing?” was the first thing he asked.

y/n smiled, which was visible through her words as she spoke, “better now.”

“oh, yeah?” stiles teased gently. “i was just checking in. was worried about you.”

“i was worried about you,” she emphasized, “is everything okay? nurse mccall said you had to handle something.”

everything was no okay. stiles had watched derek kill boyd just hours ago. luckily, they’d saved dr. deaton, and found a few more clues that would surely lead them to the serial killer rampaging their town.

but his classmate- his friend- was dead. and he watched it all happen. he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

but, e couldn’t tell her that.

though, she noticed a shift in his voice, “yeah, just something stupid. scott was having girl problems.”

y/n didn’t believe him.

she was noticing more and more that he was always disappearing, running off to do stuff that he wouldn’t tell her about. his cover stories never made much sense, either.

the thought that he was keeping secrets from her made y/n feel wary, made her want to pull away.

but, then he’d say something like, “i’m more worried about you, baby.”

and she was easily pulled back in.

“don’t,” she murmured. her eyes fell all the way shut. she was drifting off to sleep, the sound of his voice a sweet lullaby to her ears.

stiles smiled to himself. he imagined holding her in his arms, brushing the hair from her face as he watched her fall into a beautiful slumber. it comforted him.

but, when he focused his mind again, he was back in the cold, dark animal shelter, which was barren of any good feelings like the ones he could only day dream of for now.

he thought about telling her, again. but after what happened today, he wasn’t feeling very confident about it. he really, really could not lose her.

he just couldn’t.

“you should get to sleep,” stiles spoke.

scott motioned for him. so, stiles added, “i have to get going.”

“i miss you.” y/n was half asleep, completely unconscious to any words falling off her tongue.

stiles’ smiled again. “i miss you, too. hey, i’ll come see you tomorrow, okay? maybe we can watch the next scream.”

she didn’t have the energy to respond.

“you there, y/n?”

no response.

stiles figured she was asleep. “well, since you’re not there, i guess i can say…i really like you.”

y/n heard.

and she’d never tell.

she liked him, too.

but, what secrets was he keeping from her?

[angelled-art]

Hulf-human Windshear & Meatlug having something for each other~👀💕

I've been keeping this concert in my mind for quite a long time now.

The thing I'd like to pay more attention in the future about my Hulf-human Dragons AU is how I see them as beings, like: their biology, psychology and other stuff.

Since they're not fully humanized, but just half, I always find interesting to think about it. Some of those headcanons really give me a brainstorm, including this one I guess!

What was my big brainstorm here..

Could half-human Dragons be gay?👀

Or more right question: Could he/she PROPERLY UNDERSTAND that he/she is gay?🤔

Bc I mean there're many examples of homosexuality among animals, orcas and dolphins, for example, but I highly doubt that any of them THINK about it.. Hulf-human Dragons in turn are already more developed creatures, inclined to think about their lives and adjust it to some already formed canons..

However the concept of "falling in love" itself and the reasons for it are not always understanded by them.. It's just an incomprehensible feeling that forces them to want to become close to another Dragon, often connected with the reproductive instinct, which still is strong in them.

So would they be able to normally explain to themselves why they feel attracted to a Dragon of the same gender? Would they even try to figure this out or just let themselves to feel, what they feeling??

(Bc I mean, EVEN modern humans have problems with this sometimes! So trying to imagine this with almost hulf-wild creatures is a bit.. difficult:,D)

But I WANT my Dragon lesbian ship! So I WILL have my Dragon lesbian ship, okay??!

Just let me simmer in my cauldron, I'm happy here!:,D

Now lil about of their 💫energy💫

I like that thay have kind of potential of "Enemies to lovers" vibes couple XD

Like, their canon acquaintance didn't start off very well.. Meatlug had interest for her from the very start, but it wasn't reciprocated at all at first..

Later in the series, they even fight, which makes a lot of sense! I mean, Windshear is definitely very prone to toxic comments and insults, SO HARSH that even kind Meatlug would want to punch her!:,D

But I like to think that despite Windshear having her "bitch arc" at first, Meatlug didn't lose interest for her, which could later become mutual, because willy-nilly they had to spend a lot of time together.. and also watch their Humans' romance, btw~👀💕

And one day Windshear will become the valiant protector of two beautiful women instead of one~🤌❤

P.S. Btw, It's literally the FIRST TIME I drew her smiling:,>💕

[cheemken]

Okay I need to share this lil AU I made before I just implode

Drayton is a hisuian zorua! He got isekai’d from hisui when Ingo/PLA protag managed to find a way back to present time! He landed in Unova along w/ Ingo but Drayton landed near opelucid city and was found by his soon to be parents! He was injured when they found him and he certainly didn’t trust them as ppl in hisui never treated him well (his zoroark parents were killed :( ) so they had a bit of trouble nursing him back to health until Drayden made a visit bc his son made a phone call about a weird zoura that was injured

Once Drayton saw Drayden he was literally just pikachu surprised face with stary eyes bc he thought Dreyden looked so cool!!!! So he begrudgingly allows his parents to nurse him back to health but he also sticks to Drayden like glue so he was nicknamed Drayton :)

Once he’s healed up he started causing mischief like zoura tend to do! Although he’s grown to like his parents along side Drayden now! One day he shifted to look like a human child similar to Drayden and Drayden’s son just to cause a bit of mischief and eventually he just starts spending a lot of time in his human form as he finds out being a human is fun!!! Like really fun!! Eventually one day his parents kinda just sit him down and ask him if he would like to be a human bc they notice he stays in that form a lot and become their son (they cannot have biological kids bc fertility issues so I imagine Iris is also adopted!) so he becomes their son and the nickname Drayton becomes his official name!!! Although he still shifts back to a zoura sometimes at home or in private!

I think iris was away training or something when Drayton first arrived and her parents just called her saying they adopted another kid but once she comes back home she’s told the full truth about her new baby bro and let me tell you, THEY HIT IT OFF INSTANTLY!!!!! Vibing together as dragon sibs!!!

Eventually Drayton becomes a trainer which is a little weird at first but all of his pkmn joined him willingly as they wanted to get stronger! Plus having a trainer who’s a Pokemon makes it easier for him to understand their needs and wants! He also enrolls into blueberry Academy for the fun of it as he wants to learn a lot about being human! He absolutely THRIVES in the polar biome as it reminds him of Alabaster Icelands!

No one but his family know he’s a zoura so making friends is a little challenging at first bc his first friend knew he was a zoura and now he’s keeping that part of himself hidden but eventually he meets the rest of the E4 and they all click quite well together!!!

Jeebus this ask is probably pretty long oops and I didn’t even talk about how’d Drayton would be when opelucid froze over, that’ll probably be its own ask lol~Drayton angst anon💛

You've heard of N is a Zoroark, now get ready for Drayton is a Zorua hahaha

That's interesting tho👀👀👀

Cute how he looks up to Drayden so much he wanted to look like a younger version of him hahaha

But also imagine tho if he and N interacts too, like N immediately knows Drayton is a Zorua, bc he thought it was his own Zorua. Imagine N and Iris arguing bc of that tho, N saying how hypocritical it is for Drayton, a Zorua, to disguise himself as a human, to "capture" his fellow pokemon. Ofc, Drayton was quite young during that, he was scared of N, but Iris was there defending him that N has a lot of nerve saying that, considering that he himself has captured pokemon too. N said those pokemon are his friends, Iris shot back how Drayton's pokemon are also his friends, he didn't capture them, they joined him willingly

It'd be cool to see if Iris and N have some sort of beef over that tho, bc ofc, N was kinda misguided at the start of the story, while Iris is rather protective of her brother. Even after things settled down and N tried to atone for his misdeeds, and while Drayton was starting to be comfortable w him, w N even leaving his own Zorua for Drayton, he and Iris still don't see eye to eye

But y'know as a mischievous Zorua, would he even be a slacker in this au? Imagine him turning to a Slakoth sometimes too that'd be cute hahah

[pupcarisi]

I love your long posts and answers to questions and headcanon and I just wanna ask what your thought process is? How do you categorize which ones to answer, how do you gather your thoughts and how do you verbalize your answers?

HIIIII and awwww thank you soooo much!!! <3333 i never expected someone out there to enjoy them LEHFKWNKFE i'm a self-entertaining machine since i was a kid so i spend a lot of time sitting in my thoughts 🫡 i also wna thank to whoever sends in asks because i love reading them and omg our brain waves are joining together... 🫶🫶🫶🫶

*sweats looking at my other half-written answer drafts* i figured to answer this first because then it explains how my brain works and processes the asks i get 😩

my thought process... *shovels through my braincells like i'm rummaging a pile of dead leaves* HMMMM i feel like it more has to do with how my brain is wired. i'm curious about human behaviour, patterns and drawing connections to unrelated things so when if character does action XYZ then i'd just think about why they did that (e.g. how they were brought up, motivations, other contextual factors) and what else does it imply for their other potential future behaviours. this might be because i couldn't read social cues well and was always confused 😭😭 so i fixated so hard on picking all on this up so i could understand the world better and actually be more adapted to society ☠️ plus i'm not good at articulating my thoughts and it's something i've been trying to work on. in a way, posting my long asks here is a form of practice for me to structure my thoughts better 😁

honestly i love all the asks i get and think they're interesting, so i'd eventually get to them all!!! it's just i take longer to respond to certain asks because: 1) i have too many messy and not concrete ideas, or 2) they might not be something i particularly thought of before or not of my immediate expertise, so i prefer to sit and mull over it until an inspiration comes through. plus i like to have a better gauge of things before i suggest something LOL sometimes i'd go back to certain episodes and clips just to get like a general reminder of how they are canonically (mannerisms, speech and clues about what their thoughts are) and reminding myself of their canon storyline lore. i know headcanons are headcanons but idk i like to base my thoughts on evidence LMSKWLFJKSK but ofc bc the way shows are so limited and some show writers desperately HATE their own characters ☠️☠️☠️

usually i just word vomit and then slowly solidify things up and reorder them by drawing imaginary connections so they would flow better structurally. for vague ideas/concepts, i would go google to understand and fact check what i'm thinking (e.g. animals, parenting behaviours). i bounce from idea to idea unexpectedly, so i have MANY drafts of my half-written answers. plus this is also probably why i've never stuck to actually trying to publishing a proper fic, because i get frustrated when i work on something for too long 😭😭 AND ofc the most important thing, languages was never my strong suit.....

i hope that answers your question!!! and that it makes sense.... i'm still trying to dig apart my brain ngl.... if you are a nerd like me, the technical term for the struggle i face mentioned above is called theory of mind. there's this research paper that scientifically explains the experience i described.... (and this is why i have a headcanon that sonny is also autistic despite showing how he can understand and blend in the field! probably might make another post just to talk about autistic sonny again LOL)

[ankulometes]

The Travellers, Vol 12, Pt 5: The First Contact

It was not long after their 106th year at Caer Hywen, or the year 8Ʌ as they called it, that the team made first contact with non-variants from beyond the settlement. As had become their way, a small hunting party had left to spend a few weeks on Dartmoor in the lead up to the festival of Lammas. The young elk, aurochs, and deer that could be obtained there at this time of year were good eating that provided a welcome variation and addition to the diet along with excellent hides and suchlike. Sometimes they would also be accompanied by miners.

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The crew were aware that other humans visited Dartmoor, which they called Haytor, reasonably regularly since they often ran across evidence of their presence, such as the ashes from a fire and the discarded remains of tools and consumed foodstuffs. Conversely, there could be little doubt that the other visitors to the moor were aware of the presence of the variants. After all, they were conducting some pretty expansive land management interventions in order to keep swathes of the moor open to game and prevent it becoming overtaken by forest.

Nevertheless, the hunting grounds on Dartmoor were vast and the landscape provided many ways in which one’s presence might be concealed. It was quite feasible that they had spent extended periods in more or less the same place as other tribes at the same time and yet not bumped into them. Moreover, the variants’ hunting parties had often been deliberately circumspect, especially during the early years when Caer Hywen was still small and vulnerable.

Things were different now though. The population of Caer Hywen numbered nearly 600. The defences were mature, and every member of the team was armed with weapons in the use of which they were highly skilled. Every hunter-gatherer in the British Isles could attack their settlement at the same time and they could be reasonably confident of being able to hold their own at the very least. Obviously, a small hunting party was rather more exposed to danger, but they were by now riding horses specially bred for the purpose that were up to 16 hands in size. If need be, they could be safely back home inside a day. In many ways, the party was seeking an encounter. Consequently, they had become more brazen in recent years.

The team had been on Dartmoor and spent a successful couple of weeks hunting. However, they had become aware over the course of their trip that they were being tracked and watched from afar. God knows what the observers must have made of these people who rode on horses with their strange clothes, flashing blades, and metal-tipped arrows. They were so different, so alien, and yet clearly so alike to themselves that they could probably only comprehend them as being some form of divine being. The hunting party did not attempt to confront them and merely carried on with what they were doing.

In the usual way, having caught as much as they could take back with them, they settled in at their camp for a few days to prepare some of the carcasses ready for transport and enjoy a taster of the fruits of their efforts. While they were doing so, curiosity clearly having got the better of them, their followers came out from their hiding places to introduce themselves.

Both sides did their best to make it clear that they had no threatening intentions, but communication was far from straightforward. The variants knew the language of the native inhabitants reasonably well, having lived and interacted with some of them during the layovers enroute back to 6000 BC. However, their most recent knowledge was derived from what was effectively four hundred years in the future in another timeline remembered from their last usage of it over a century ago. Nevertheless, they were able to convey enough in a combination of halting speech and body language, and they shared a meal together.

Needless to say, the natives were fascinated by the variants, especially their metal tools, intriguing techniques, and strange animals. Over the next three days, they travelled back to Caer Hywen with the hunting party, where their interest turned to amazement. They stayed for the celebration of Lammas. And for 5½ weeks afterwards. It was not until after the feast of Mabon at the vernal equinox that they set off to return to join the rest of their tribe at their winter digs on the Somerset Levels. They took with them a collection of gifts including clothing and leather goods, a few hunting bows and quivers of arrows, some herbal remedies that would help to relieve a few basic ailments, and a load of beer and wine, all loaded onto one of the mule-type pack horses the variants were breeding.

Even though the Somerset natives’ camp was only about a weeks’ walk away, they didn’t see them again over the winter. However, the variants were reasonably sure that they had agreed to meet again around the time of the spring equinox at Haytor. Lo and behold, while the timekeeping abilities of their new friends were not very refined, they eventually turned up a little over a week after the equinox. All of them by the looks. Rather than the small party they had encountered the previous year, they came en masse along with their children. There were about a hundred or so of them.

The experience was a little intimidating, but the variants had also come in somewhat greater numbers, with all their elders and derwid present to represent them. Moreover, it quickly became clear that they inspired a considerable degree of fear, and even veneration, in their acquaintances, especially the derwid who, as their standard practice dictated, had been the point of reference for all their unique skills and knowledge.

One thing was for certain and that was that, while there were a few misunderstandings, there was no hostility between the two groups. They were not in competition with each other in any way. Indeed, their new indigenous friends were clearly exceptionally keen to establish favourable relations so that they might be able to obtain some of the things like metal tools, cloth, horses, and the magical creams and liquids the variants produced. The problem really was that they had almost nothing the variants needed to offer in return, and Caer Hywen didn’t produce a huge surplus.

Nevertheless, they all spent a fairly enjoyable week feasting and partying together before they parted ways once again having exchanged gifts. Their meetup became a regular annual affair. Caer Hywen spawned a second settlement called Caer Odor, as they had always planned, which they located to the north of the Somerset Levels near the mouth of the River Avon. The native tribes based in the southeast and East Anglia became aware of the variants and also began to attend these get togethers which, for the sake of mutual travelling convenience as well as symbolism, were relocated and rescheduled to occur on Salisbury Plain at the summer solstice.

As the team approached 150 years in situ, a third settlement was spawned. And then a fourth and a fifth. These were often located near to the territories of the native hunter-gatherer tribes they befriended who, while copying some of the variants’ practices and adopting many of their beliefs, usually carried on their long-established ways of life for the most part. By the start of their second century of the mission, there were eight farming settlements that were home to around 4,000 variants and their offspring in the British Isles. Alongside them were about 5 or 6 other similar settlements with a total population of about 2,500 people that had emerged in imitation of them as the result of hunter-gatherer tribes deciding to adopt farming for themselves. Beyond these were a further 2,500 to 3,000 itinerant hunter-gatherer tribespeople. The variants had ceased to substitute all their offspring, intermarriages had become reasonably common to forge bonds of kinship, and the derwid had begun to train a few non-variants.

A century later again, there were nearly 33,000 variants and non-variants in almost 60 settlements spread throughout much of the British Isles. Almost all the native inhabitants had been fully assimilated, bar a few wandering tribes who chose to continue their traditional way of life and mostly functioned as hunters and “park rangers”, keeping the game trails open and selling deer, elk, and hides to the settlements in exchange for metal tools, cloth, and medicines. A kind of university community had been established by several derwid to serve as a centre of advanced education. It was situated on Ynys Mons, which was a central point between their far-flung settlements that stretched up into the far north of the islands.

By the time the team celebrated their third base-12 “cantury” (or 432 years in base-10), the population of the British Isles numbered almost 540,000 people spread over nearly 940 caer-style settlements. Population growth was such that the “holtan” ceremony through which new settlements were spawned was a more than annual occurrence, with 5 or 6 new “caers” being established every year. Their society had become complex and sophisticated in many new ways to deal with their increase in numbers and govern society across the huge extent of their territorial claims.

However, despite the rapid expansion, there was still plenty of wilderness. Although their territories were dwindling rapidly, a few tribes numbering about a thousand people in total still clung to the old ways. More and more often though it came to be the case that these people were being assimilated as members of a settlement who simply had particular roles and lived in a certain way.

On the other hand, the influence of the growth of the variants’ society was now being felt farther afield across the Channel on the European continental mainland. Visitors had begun to appear who had travelled very long distances at great peril to trade or seek aid. Attracted by the wonders and abundance of which they had heard tell, some even came with hostile intent. Artefacts created by the variant civilization began to spread to distant lands, often as valuable objects of wonder. Occasionally, a small group from the British Isles might even venture abroad themselves.

On the whole though, even expansion to over ½ million people had little effect on their society and culture. This many people were easily swallowed up by the islands of Britain and Ireland, and their settlements were widely dispersed. While interaction and exchange between one or more of these groups was regular, it was by no means a daily occurrence. Although some of their villages lacked resources in which others were abundant, they all remained predominantly self-sufficient by necessity. Moreover, almost half the total population, over half of all the adults, and almost all the derwid were still variants. It would be quite a different matter two canturies later.

By the year 500 AM (or 720 in base-10), equivalent to the year 5280 BC, there were over 2¼ million people living in the British Isles spread over almost 4,000 settlements occupying around 7¼ million acres, approximately a tenth of the total land area of the archipelago. Collectively, these people also constituted about a tenth of the entire global human population and “Albion”, as it was known, was the most densely populated and advanced civilisation on earth by a considerable margin. The influence of this culture was now spreading fast from a coastal belt that stretched from southern Scandinavia to southwestern Iberia. Still constituting almost a tenth of the total population, the variants remained very much in control of the situation. However, this numerical and geographical growth had necessitated several technological and ideological innovations in order to address the challenges it presented.

[starry-blue-echoes]

for the beastars au I like to imagine that joestars shapeshift at roughly the same time and when they do change they see their little child in their beast form as well and they're like p r o t e c t- and cuddle the little baby. just imagine snake bird joseph curled up with little baby Holly and she's so so fluffy. Honestly I imagine her as a sort of duck/rabbit sort of animal bc she just gives the energy, but idk if you have anything for her yet. And then Holy doing the same for Jotaro. And Jotaro doing the same for Jolyne-

Also, hc that Holly is in complete control of her beast form because when Joseph sat her down to tell her about it and how it happens to their family and that it isn't to be afraid of she's just like "okay!" and wholeheartedly believes him

-ffa

YESSSSSSSSSS

Food Chain and Natural Predators be damned, they're going to love and care for each other so freaking much. They are Pack and Flock and every other word to define it, they must stick together and keep each other safe

Joseph is probably the most touchy feely out of them all. He's already a pretty physically affectionate guy, so when he's a beast it just gets cranked up to 11. And while Holly has already kinda been established as a rabbit/river otter, you're absolutely right in how cuddly and fluffy she is. She's definitely on the smaller side compared to all the other Joestars, and when she was a baby she was tiny. Joseph would sometimes spend the whole night wrapped around her, grooming her fur and cuddling together

With Jotaro, while he and Holly do spend a decent chunk of time being affectionate, a lot of their time on forced nights is spent swimming together. Holly spent hours teaching him how to swim, and even when he gets older and he easily dwarfs her in size, he always looks to her for guidance and direction in the water. He's viciously protective, but Holly is just as much if not more so since...... well, river otters are apex predators and there are some kinds that regularly throw down with and hunt crocodiles and win

and just. Jotaro being super cuddly with Jolyne. When she was a baby, Marina was one of the only people he'd let anywhere close to her on full moons. And while this protectiveness slowly died down over the years, it was always still very prominent. Most of their forced transformations were spent in the house sleeping, but Jotaro would also sometimes take Jolyne to a body of water so they could swim together :>

also, I had a fun idea of for the most part, the beast forms are "easier" to control as children. As a child, you aren't saddled with the crushing social expectations of life. The world is so bright and full of magic and so little is understood and that's what makes it so fun. The beast forms are just another part of who they are, they don't understand why it would be considered strange or monstrous

that isn't to say their upbringing has no affect on their control. For example, the Brando children (with the exception of Rikiel) all have very poor control because of a lack of proper, healthy guidance and toxic environments. However, in those first few years when they're infants and toddlers...... they're still themselves. Children are subject completely to their whims, not even being able to comprehend cause and effect yet. They rarely act differently from when they're human, now they just have a couple more limbs

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Hi hi hi. Happy (belated?) Birthday ♥️🥳

I hope you're doing well and staying hydrated

For the request can you please maybe do a scenario with the obey me brothers celebrating readers birthday. Anything will be fine (I'm v excited bc this will be my first in game birthday) you don't have to do it if it's too much ofc

Thank you for your time and patience. Take care, sending warm wishes and love your way<3

It’s your party

✎ Demon brothers x Reader

✎ Your special day is around the corner, what would the brothers do to please their little human

✎ Tags: point form fic, fluff, hints of suggestive [ Asmo’s ], reader harem, gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ Manger’s/Author’s note: Hey hey hey to you too~ I hope you and everyone reading this is doing well and staying hydrated too! And ofc I’m taking your request, it’s so cute, how can I not ><

Da-da-da-da Dance now, to more than what you wanted Da-da-da-da The perfect show now begins

Before the party:

Let the chaos-- aHEM AHEeeM! I mean, party start.. aHaha..

Prior a few days to the actual date, the council would be blowing up a storm, discussions of who is going to do what, screaming competitions on which one of them are going to be your distraction [in the end, Lucifer had dragged the angels and Solomon to serve as the decoys, he was 101% done with the noise so early in the morning]

Asmo and Mammon [despite popular believes, he actually has an amazing sense of style] would be the decorators, two of them would be fussing over the colours and patterns for days, it was a complete disaster. Every time they think each other would agree to one piece of the puzzle, they come out with nothing but heads butting with one another

Frilly, lace and silk, giving off maturity, elegance and an alluring presence against glitter, metallic aesthetic and rustic pop showing off power, fame and dominance. But after some exchanges [and many many threats and lectures with Mr Morningstar] they figured out their faults and nit-picked out things YOU would actually would adore instead of what they would like to see you surrounded by

Beel and Belphie the food preparers. Beel would have an extremely tough time though, every corner was a treat that he could munch on but he couldn’t ‘cause they were for his precious human. Body trembling, one hand grasping the other, mouth left ajar with drool dripping from his chin. Sometimes, when he can’t stand it, he gives himself a time out, arm twisting around a growling stomach as he leaves Belphie with the rest of the preparations

Naturally, Belphie’s body doesn’t contain much stamina as he lays around a lot. His disadvantage was his own sin, hazy watery lilac eyes fluttering, yawns escaping from his throat every now and then, limbs loosing their strengths with each tick of the clock. Beel would be staring at his tired twin with concern laced in his low tone, even suggesting he continue the rest with a cloth in his mouth to control himself, but was always rejected. Saying, if this was for the human that risked their lives to save their family and he can’t even match up that with this, he doesn’t deserve them.

Satan and Levi would be the game planners, surprisingly they work well with each other, adding their own little touches to the games they created. Both do try to restrain themselves from going full-blown fanboy, Levi silencing himself from adding anymore TSL references in Pictionary and Satan internally finding many ways to add mini easter eggs of books you’ve both read together within charades [but cheekily they still leaks some within the deck of games, they just hope you notice them]

Lucifer [to no ones surprise actually] is the overseer of everything, if council work was already stressful enough for him, the amount of coffee he would have to consume during this period would be doubled or even tripled. His light under eyes growing deeper as time goes on, not even bothering to take his reading glasses off, straight posture going slight stale. [Little secret of his: He spends his time walking around the house to each of his brothers’ rooms to take a peek, the joy on their faces tugging a small one of his own, his cold heart melting with the serotonin he feels]

On the day of the party, after returning back from a light window shopping trip with the students from purgatory hall, you would surrounded by darkness only for light to meet your eyes again with joyful cheers. The brothers all trying to get their hands on you, pleading with you to spend some time with them before the party, they argued for so long that it was already time to start the event

During the party:

Asmo could spend hours complimenting your fit, fingers tracing and slithering over every curve and feature of yours, cooing sugary lined words and whispering nasty doings he would have done if it weren’t for the people in the room at the moment. Soft lips lingering over your skin, warm breath burning you up, hands trailing over sensitive areas that already have been ignited through his teasing

Not long after, a hand grasps your wrist, pulling you towards the dance floor, a tsk leaving the demon’s lips, “Don’t get any funny ideas! I just wanted to dance with you, I wasn’t jealous that he was touching you like that-”

Mammon wished time would have stopped right there and then, arm warped around your waist tight enough, scared to let you go, your face oh-so close to his, noses touching tips, lips almost grazing each other. His face must be on fire, red flooding his cheek to the edges of his ears, chest heavy and breaths steaming. The second he feels the tips of your nails trailing his features, he is internally melting, kettle noises slipping silently as he coughs it off, trying to keep his composure as you both swayed

 As Mammon stumbled towards the beverage corner to get himself and you a drink, arms slithered and lifted you up into a bridal position, “Let’s get a bite to eat, I’m hungry again, but maybe it isn’t the food that’s making me feel this way.. ”

Beel didn't intend for this to happen, but he doesn't dislike it. Canine teeth sinking into the strawberry stuck between his jaw, bottom lip brushed against his as a liquid of sweetness flows into your mouth. Pulling away with a hum, compliments on the taste spilling from you, leaving the demon speechless, flush dusting his pale features as he slowly chewed on the berry, savouring the light flavour of you, the image of you both almost melting into a kiss rewinding in his mind

While continuing your assault on the food further down the table, a muttering tone made your ear twitch in curiosity, "Erm.. Y/N can we have a moment I have something to show you..!"

Levi bets on all his savings that he must have looked like an absolute idiot, skin turning pink as seconds goes by, fingers fiddling with one another. The embarrassed dumb grin plastered on his lips, every once in a while saying lines adding to your rambles on the limited addition Ruri-chan figurine from their special the event they did in the summer. Shades of pink darkening, steam leaking from his ears when your warm palms clasped his, words of appreciation leaving your lips

You ponder if you overstepped boundaries as you stared at a trembling Levi looking for the restroom, only for a hand to meet your shoulder, "Y/N, are you free? If you don't mind, I would love some time with you"

Satan loves how your eyes dilate at the array of palm sized fireworks, hands gesturing burst of colours, lips mumbling the bundles of spells he had prepared for fun. Red staining his cheeks when noticing your hands trying to grab the sparkles of light, the cat like behaviour making his blood boil. His comment on you accidentally slipping, making you let out a small meow, testing the demon further. In the end earning a pat on the head, as Satan hides his burning face under his collar.

A tug on your top made you snap your head around, a faint whine ringing in your ear, "Y/N.. can we go some where quiet for a while?"

Belphie felt warm, your bodily warmth snuggling into him, your arms slang around his waist, breath fanning over his flesh. His head digging deeper into your neck, breathing your scent in, his nerves calmed and relaxed, his frame loose as you both stayed on the planetarium's floor cuddling. Hand intertwined and running through blue strands, leaving scratches here and there, eyes rolled towards the glass ceiling of the structure, white sparkles of light reflecting the gloss in your pupils, smile forming as you admired the night sky a little longer

Sleep slowly took it's toll, eyes fluttering as tiredness looms over you till light clicking of heels snap your thoughts in two.

Lucifer paused when the calling of his name sounded the hallway, glasses of two filled to the brim with red fluids in your hands as you made your way towards the tall demon. Words laced in want yet rejection when he declined your offer, asking why you weren't at the party with the rest. Grasping his hand, pushing one of the glasses forward into his palm, before swooping in with a light peck on the cheek, pink tainting the male's features.

"Thank you.. this is the best birthday I could ever wish for ♡"

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Hello, it's me again:3

Can you write some hcs for Luchino (hunter) x s/o? I know you mostly write about his surv identity, but his lizard form wasn't on the "characters that I will not write for" list, soooo...

Since Luchino likes summer and warmth, maybe he and s/o can spend some time outside together? Yk, sunbathing or reading together under the shade of a tree or something like that:D

Hope this request will be ok, but anyway, have a nice day!

nice to see you requesting again !! ☺

also ofc! i'm not limited to only professor luchi - i hope you like this set of hcs🤲💕

luchino diruse spending time outside with his s/o hcs 🦎

luchino is a big fan of outdoorsy activities!

as much as he likes the tranquility and dim lights of his laboratory, he still enjoys the fresh air and the hot weather outside

regularly sunbathes during the summer, but he does it far away from the manor - he would be deathly embarrassed if someone saw him

one time you stumbled upon him sunbathing, laying stomach down on a log and sleeping in the sun

...needless to say he was very embarrassed and shy when he woke up and saw you staring even though you just found it absolutely adorable😭

after his transformation, his clothes tore and it's literal hell trying to find fitting shirts and pants which often makes him feel insecure

and here's when violetta comes to the rescue >:)) !! she made him big, oversized hawaiian shirts out of old summer printed tablecloths for the warm weather and he loves them so much

knows a lot of nice lakes where you two can go for a swim when the heat gets unbearable

he's incredibly good at swimming! it seems weird considering he's a lizard after all, but he was a good swimmer as a human and his lizard abilities just improve his skills a bit more

likes diving and finding various shells, stones and other trinkets at the bottom of the lakes or the sea and brings them to you

if you mention to him that you feel too insecure to wear shorts, swimming suits/pants/two-pieces etc. he's going to do his best to reassure you - he doesn't understand how can you be so harsh on yourself and wants you to feel as pretty as he sees you💕

otherwise loves seeing you wearing summer clothes! always compliments your outfits and tells you how cute you look

big fan of exploring outside - whether it's for research or out of curiosity, it's always two times as fun when he's exploring with you

when you two get tired from all that walking and swimming he suggests curling up near a tree or something

it's a very funny scenario - he prefers the sunlight over anything while you love being in the shade, so he usually sits in the sun and his huge frame gives you enough shade to comfortably lay down between his legs without the sun roasting you

sometimes he just gets tired of the sun so he agrees to lay in the shade with you and read,,

loves when he lays his head in your lap while reading and you scratch his head or gently stroke the side of his face <33 (also he has a pair of reading glasses and it's so fucking funny since they look so small and weird on him)

he also managed to snatch some ice cream/shaved ice from the hunter's side of the manor (bonbon has an ice cream machine option!) and bring them during your walks together

due to his long tongue he eats his ice cream really fast and then snatches a bit of yours when you aren't looking 😭😭

you two often just give up on planning what outdoor activities you'll do and just lay in the warm grass together, if you know how to make flower crowns that's another plus bc he looks adorable with one !

your laying in the grass often just becomes napping together cuz he curls up to you and you two fall asleep while spooning

it's kinda hard for him to kiss you properly since he doesn't have lips so he uses his tongue to kind of?? gently (yet very quickly) touch your cheek or whatever with it like a chameleon (he does it and then when you flinch he acts like he didn't do anything smh wholesome bastard!!!!!!)

while walking he often picks you up and sits you on his shoulder (this is just me projecting on every buff idv character at this point)

his chest is like a soft block of ice it's the best thing to lay on🙏🙏he's also built like an enormous inverted tortilla chip which makes things better

absolutely abuses the fact that his tail is prehensile and uses it to grab you and throw you right into his arms he's smooth as hell

[possibly-evil]

OKAY!!! I now have the time to tell u about it :3

lore + art under the cut!!!!

^^^ I made this for getting 40 notes on this post!! the colors look a little weird bc I didn't have that many markers lol

So, Frankie works at a large tech company in the Silicon Valley. He's only assistant level, though he has plenty of qualifications. He's always kind of pissed, because his boss (Mark) is the same age as him, and Frankie thinks that he's smarter than Mark. Anyways, because of his low-paying job, he also works as a bartender at night.

One day, he gets called in to one of their experimental tests. Usually his job involves filling out forms, so he's excited to see an experiment live in person. Mark fills him in on what they're doing.

For a while now, they've been attempting to combine AI with a living organism's mind. The goal is to achieve a being who has the intelligence of AI, but the common sense/street smarts of a human. They've run tests on all sorts of animals, but today is the day they attempt the experiment on a human. Frankie is obviously concerned, but Mark assures him that the human has signed legally binding forms, declaring that he's allowing the company to do whatever they want to him. So, the experiment ensues. And....

IT WORKS!! This new human/AI robot is called DRAM (Digital Replication of an Active Mind). He's alive! And also, terrifying. After all, they had to peel away a lot of the skin on his head to preform the surgery accurately, and there are of course bits of tech poking out of his skull. Luckily, they anticipated this, and place an old-school TV over his head, which they're coded to mimic his facial expressions.

Frankie and Mark go to run some tests on him, but they soon find out that the experiment might not be as perfect as they'd hope.

You see, AI can be pretty stupid sometimes.

ex:

So, while DRAM did gain the knowledge of AI, he still retained the stupider parts.

And, you know, humans can be pretty emotional sometimes. And instead of gaining the street smarts of human, DRAM gained the emotions.

So, Mark declared the experiment failed. But, they didn't have anywhere they could keep DRAM, and he certainly couldn't be shown to the public. So, they decided to kill him.

But Frankie didn't want to kill this person. DRAM was still... partially a human. So, he decided to let DRAM move in with him. The tech company was opposed to this, but Frankie assured him that he'd keep a detailed record of him. It was an experiment, he told them. They agreed.

So, DRAM came home with Frankie. DRAM couldn't remember anything of his life before the experiment.

At first, Frankie treated him like an intimate object, but soon they became friends. DRAM was funny, smart, and kind.

Eventually, Frankie and his boss Mark sort of fell in love. It was an accident. Mark was at the bar Frankie worked at, and he was quite drunk. Frankie got off his shift, and got to drinking with him. And. Well. One thing leg to another.

Obviously, they couldn't have a relationship. Mark was Frankie's boss. But then, Frankie got promoted. Instead of being happy, he got mad at Mark. Did he only promote him so they could be together? He didn't want to be promoted for any reason other than his good work. Mark admitted that he hadn't realized how smart Frankie was until they'd talked at the bar that night. Frankie refused to take the job at first, but DRAM found out. He got mad at Frankie- which he'd never really done before. He told him that now was his best shot at what he'd always wanted- to be recognized for his smarts. Frankie told him that he didn't want that anymore.

See, after spending almost a year with DRAM, he'd begun to question just what his company was doing. DRAM's experiment was inhumane. So, he'd done some digging. Apparently, they'd been doing experiments like this for almost a decade. Almost 20 people had died at the company's hands. Frankie brought this information to Mark, and explained that this is why he had to quit.

Mark didn't know any of this. He looked over the files again, and finally connected the dots. He shared the classified information that he had with Frankie.

DRAM had been commissioned by the US Government. He was intended to be an instrument of war. Those 20 deaths had, apparently, been covered up by the government. Nobody was supposed to know about them. They would make sure nobody knew about them.

Mark told him that agents were supposed to be visiting today to obtain the files from DRAM's experiment, which meant that if they found out that they'd discovered the deaths, they would be in big trouble. It had always been the higher ups intention for Frankie to take DRAM home. But Mark had spent time with DRAM. He'd realized that DRAM wasn't a heartless robot, he was a person. A person that Frankie cared about. Mark accessed his computer as fast as he could, and deleted the files. But it wouldn't be enough to delete the digital ones. There were always the hard copies. They stole the files from their cabinet, and hurried back to Frankie's house. They managed to sneak DRAM out. But where to go?

Mark took them to DRAM's old home. He knew that there was at least one copy of the agreement DRAM had signed there. They rang the doorbell, and a kindly man and woman answered.

DRAM's parents. Though DRAM's head was covered by the screen, they recognized him immediately. DRAM, however, had no memory of them, no matter how hard he tried. Apparently, he'd never moved out of his parents home. He'd never been able to get a good job. He looked around his room, discovering things about his past self. But he couldn't remember any of it. Eventually, they found the files.

Mark made DRAM's parents swear that they wouldn't tell the agents about him. He was sure that the agents had realized they were trying to destroy all the files, and were coming after them. The parents agreed.

Frankie, Mark, and DRAM drove to an abounded house to hide out in. They could destroy the files there. They were going to burn the house down with the files inside it. There was only one problem.

Apart from the files, there was still one copy left. One piece of evidence that the government could use to make another DRAM. And that was DRAM himself.

Frankie refused to let him die. They would keep running, for the rest of their lives. But DRAM wasn't going to let him do that. He wanted Frankie to have a good life. And that meant that DRAM couldn't be with him. Frankie and Mark both tried to stop him, but DRAM managed to set himself on fire before they could. If Frankie and Mark didn't run now, they'd be caught. So, they ran.

They escaped to the woods. They got a small cabin. They lived off the grid. And that's how it stayed.

tell me about 1. pleas

I don’t have time rn but I will do that later!!! Trust :3

[shprka]

S2 au where the Hargrove-Mayfield family are werewolves

It goes like this - Neil comes from a long line of werewolves, his grandfather turned his father into one, his father turned him, he had to turn his family into werewolves as well. That's just tradition. He turns Billy but his mom leaves before Neil turns her. She leaves Billy because she doesm't know what werewolves need or how to take care of one. She thinks he's better off with Neil

Then Susan and Max show up, and Sasan has a hidden bite/claw mark on her forearm, fresh in bandages. Billy knows what means she is staying for good, because Neil turned her. Susan turns Max when she's old enough

They had to move out of Cali bc of Billy almost outing them all, about to shift in front of his 'friend' (more like boyfriend) and Max telling on him to Susan and Neil. So they move out far, far away to Hawkins, Indiana where everything is supposed to be perfect and nice and they could pretend again to be just a normal human family

Except there's weird shit going on and Billy slowly finds out there are actually more werewolves in this small town than he had ever met. El is one, born a werewolf, which is almost unprecedented. Will is another one, attack by a werewolf a year prior and almost didn't survive his first shift. The kids and the Byers are trying to help but obviously, they don't know anything about werewolves. Will needs a proper werewolf to help him/explain to him what's going on with him because he's scared of himself and miserable and no one can help. Cue Billy for the rescue

Billy the whole time is fighting against his instincts telling him he has to be Top Dog of the school and he has to fight Steve Harrington. But also maybe his wolf instincts are a bit confused about Steve in general and they're not all bad. Steve is totally oblivious (though knows werewolves exists bc he met El and knows about Will) but assumes Billy's cryptic behaviour and the weird conversations they keep having (real cheesy stuff like 'I'm not like other guys in this town, Harrington', 'You better stay away from me, Harrington').

And Steve, being his oblivious self, ignored obvious signs of Billy being a werewolf and instead thinks he's gay (which he's not wrong) and tries to be aggressively accepting. Billy is overthinking like 'Maybe he knows??' and is getting more comfy around Steve but then Billy shifts into a wolf in front of Steve and Steve is like 'Holy shit, youre a werewolf too?!?!' and everyone is like 'How could.you not know this, Steve? You spend so much time together 🙄'

Some other ideas:

- Barb was also attacked by the same wolf who bit Will but she didn't survive her first shift

- Maybe Billy comes around by Steve's house in his wolf form sometimes and Steve reluctantly adopts this giant wolf that is as tall as him but his fur is really soft and he's a very friendly albeit judgmental wolf so Steve gives him a name and talks to him about Billy while petting him. Billy likes the gossips and the pets

- Steve keeps giving wolf!Billy increasingly better quality dog food but Billy, while he hunts and eats rabbits and foxes in the woods, absolutely refuses to touch dog food

- Will had a big mangled scar from his bite. He hates it until Billy shows him his, it's on his side and it's also big and ugly and the worst part is that his dad was the one who put it there. He's not ashamed of it though and is still allergic to shirts

[cheemken]

I am back with more hisuian zorua!Drayton stuff

His sleeping habits won’t leave my brainnnn, I think he’s turned both his at home bed and dorm bed into nests of blankets, pillows and totally not clothes he’s stolen from family and friends, he doesn’t really realized he’s turned his beds into nests, he spends so much time in his human form that his more pokemon instincts kinda just happen unconsciously 

He doesn’t even realize that when one time the E4 + Carmine and Kieran can over for a sleepover he made a giant nest on the floor for everyone to sleep together in, the others noticed but didn’t say anything to not embarrass Drayton (this was after the reveal), he sees the E4 + Carmine and Kieran as part of the pack just like his family so in his mind they all gotta sleep together

He also still occasionally crawl into his parents or iris’s bed and sleep with them (and drayden and subway twins when they visit) bc again pack instincts, he’ll also sleep with his Pokemon curled up around him as well sometimes!💛

Awww🥹🥹

Oh that mental image is so cute your honour I'm gonna combust that being smth that keeps him safe too imagine him just snuggling close to someone who sleeps next to him too in his lil Zorua form🥹

[wistfulrat]

a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[the soft boi list is here and truly i’m not surprised this rec is going to be the longest bc if there’s one thing a bitch is going to do, it’s yearn.

as always! if you love a fic, follow the authors, leave kudos & comments, send them nice msgs bc free art is still labor xoxo]

part 3: soft bois

mood: for when I need respite, a balm to the all-consuming shittiness of life

includes: fluff, comfort, low-stakes, slow-burn fics. a wistful look, a rainy morning, an unexpected grace, a stupidly disarming joke. i could live inside these fics. the smallness of human lives removed from the site of that which hurts & irreparably changes. the story-equivalent of a deep breath after a long day. pregnant silences & pensive mundanity & shy smiles. banter with bite but without the cruelty. the color lavender. weirdly whimsical. soft fics are not necessarily conflict-averse (no drarry fic rly can be, considering the context) but, they offer the reader a generous distance from the initial harm. they’re the quiet cleaning up after a storm. sometimes healing is an exacting surgical knife and other times it’s a slow scabbing. you read these fics to be reassured that the way forward is not always ruthless. and honestly?? they deserve a semblance of peace godDAMmit.

The Way Down by @letteredlettered - 65k - T “and I thought that if someone talked to you as though you were a human being you might—maybe you could act like one” --the way i think about this line daily. the characterization of draco in this fic is one my favorites bc he’s earnest and neurotic and tired of harry’s shit. which is to say, he cares so so much. and harry doesn’t know what to do with that bc he’s got a monster in his chest and lives as a recluse. but they both humanize each other in ways no one else can. “you’re just a person” has to be some kind of drarry ethics of belonging and it makes me CRY. -

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by @greaseonmymouth and dustmouth - 96k - T “Maybe it’s not about deserving it? Maybe you just get to have it anyway. . .I’m allowing myself to want something and to let myself have it and to fight for it.” --harry runs a daycare and also works at a library. draco spends a lot of time in said library. they bond over sci-fi books and therapy anecdotes and quiet philosophical conversations held over cafeteria soup. and harry’s struggling to understand his asexuality. draco’s learning how to live with anxiety and depression. they both want to be deserving of love. incredible fic with beautiful art by dustmouth. - 

Open for Repairs by @drarrytrash - 35k - T “A few leaves rustle in the gutter and the muggle world pays no mind to them, to two lost boys holding on for dear life.” --all of their fics feel exactly like this. like you’ve been allowed to look at something private, tender, unexpected. draco, known abba fan, is a repairman in the muggle world & harry can’t stop breaking thrifted things in order to see him? say less, i'm thERE. also “I think I have a crush on you” goddddd  - other faves by them: Counting Down By Ten - 2k - T: draco’s stepped outside of the party for a smoke. harry follows him bc of course he does. i could read this 100 times and not get tired of it. - Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon - 36k - E: FUCKING HILARIOUS I CACKLED THROUGH THE WHOLE THING. draco’s wolfy problem and harry helping him and harry being flustered by how much he likes draco and draco’s hot heroic moment. shutup it’s perfect. “He almost asks if Draco ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit all the time, but he knows that he, personally, never ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit.” and “It’s the traumas,” Harry says gravely” --lines that live rent free in my head -

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks by seefin - 70k - E “That was the only logical thing to do here, wasn’t it? It was the next step, it was the end of hurting each other and the beginning of the exact opposite.” --harry lives with luna and neville and also he dreams about the future sometimes? and he keeps running into draco. draco thinks this is sus as hell, until he doesn’t. feat. taxi rides, museums, cinemas, rooftop conversations beneath a lunar eclipse, mid-sex innocuous banter, draco and harry discussing nicki minaj. this fic charmed my ass off. seefin writes the most effortlessly hilarious dialogues. i smiled at my phone like an idiot at least 7 times. -  other faves by them: Wild - 93k - E: “he liked feeling needed, for the things that he was needed for back at the house in Ireland. For cooking and gardening and driving. Easy things.” --this shit makes me cry it’s so good. harry lives in Ireland with these three brilliant, hilarious, wandless witches and draco’s a potions student who's come to study under one of the housemates and the boys have so much shit to work through but their love becomes so tender and honest. draco yells at harry a lot and harry lets him and they both keep each other grounded in something real and fuCK.  - Divination for Dickheads - 7k - G: “I’m terrible at having crushes. I’ve never played anything cool a day in my life.” -- oh harry, we knOW. a bus ride, a fortune teller, an aquarium birthday party. god i love this fic. -

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic​ - 61k - E “But we’ve worked so hard at this, haven’t we? Yeah, I know it’s a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. We’re friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?" --the steady blossoming of their friendship in this fic is so goddamn beautiful i want to yell. it’s draco and harry learning to trust each other and the whole thing unfolds so slowly, in this whimsical mix of london streets, wizarding politics, church halls feat. a Hot vicar, and a magical antique shop owner who’s married to literal poseidon?? goD the environment of this fic. immaculate. [also there’s a tender shower scene that makes me cry every single fucking time so if you read this fic pls dm me so we can be embarrassing about it together tbh] -

Nice Things by aideomai - 22k - M “He kept waiting for the weird shock of touch to not knock him clean out of his head, leave him quiet and warm and happy.” --8th year. harry forms an unlikely friendship with draco that begins with smoking weed on a windowsill. harry is touch-starved and draco touches him like he touches all his close friends - like it’s easy. the quiet affection in this fic, the way harry burrows himself into touch bc he’s been without it for his entire life. reading this is like being held. -

Running On Air by @tinyhistory​ - 74k - T “do you remember when we were eleven?” --alexa play coldplay’s the scientist it’s sad girl hours and we’re about to fucking yearn. you’ve seen this fic rec on every drarry list under the sun and i'm here to be redundant. the hype is so goddamn real. this story is a lyrical masterpiece held together by lines that act as refrains that will rattle around your brain until you die, probably. draco’s been missing for 3yrs. harry goes to find him. it’s their odyssey of homecoming. -

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken - 12k - T “But Draco, Draco was everything but boring. Draco made sitting in the rain watching an empty house fun.” --auror partners pining and draco being eccentric and harry being very earnestly gay about draco’s eccentricities!! god this fic is so genuinely fun skskd feat. undercover missions, murderous faeries, a book heist, a stunning navy dress, harry’s eyelashes. -

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by @thistle-verse - 14k - T “Draco is about to say something else— to thank Potter for what he’d done, however poorly— but Harry is smiling at him again, and it’s so soft and perfect that Draco holds in any inadequate words, lest he spoil it.” --draco collects tea cozies and of course harry has the one he wants. the sad and tender gays are at it again feat. conversations in the rain at a train station, melancholy Blaise, muggle photos, wizarding e-bay, the Dursleys.  -

Helix by Saras_Girl - 92k - E “Draco sighs in his sleep and Harry clings on to consciousness, needing to hold on, to give this tiny, insignificant moment the attention it deserves” --I think maybe you can describe every soft Saras_Girl story as giving tiny, insignificant moments the attention they deserve. like, this is an 8th year fic about snails and it’s full of whimsy, grief, compassion, and easy humor. an absolute must-read author in this genre if you want languorous, episodic fics full of distinct OCs and affectionate creatures. - other faves by them: Light up the Night Sky - 98k - M “Draco, sometimes you make my head feel like soup” --the one where harry is a fireworks artist and has a pet chameleon named ken. draco is on the wizarding arts council. they both pine like hell. - Headlights in the Snow - 71k - M “they stare at each other in silence, Harry’s heart beating so loud in his chest that he thinks the biddies must be able to hear it over the sound of their card game.” --the one where draco drives the knight bus and carts around the biddy club, a group of rambunctious old ladies who knit and drink tea and gossip. harry can’t help but fall in love with the everything about this. -

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 - 38k - T “Harry’s heavy thoughts lift at the sight, like dark clouds blown away from the sun by the wind. The tent doesn’t feel so cramped and stifling now. It feels cozy. And safe. It’s the same feeling that Harry gets when he’s at the Burrow for Sunday roasts, when a group of people who care for each other deeply are crammed into too-small a space.” --harry wanders to the lovegood house on a sunday afternoon. he’s baffled to see that luna’s taken pansy, greg, and draco under her wing. what follows is a summer of forest walks, scavenger hunts, gardening, water fights, odd cakes, faerie rings, and picnics. so many picnics. i love the pace of this fic, the innocent return to childhood things, the way luna brings out the best in all her friends. reluctantly soft slytherins are just *chefs kiss*!! -

Going Postal (A 125pg comic) by dustmouth - T what. a. beautiful. ass. comic. the wizarding fashion, the textures, the character design!! harry travels a lot for his job as a resourcer. draco works in the regulations dept. they pine like a bunch of lovesick idiots via field report notes. god i love dustmouth’s art. -

All the Earnest Young Men by @tepre​ - 29k - E “Draco is twenty-seven layers of personality wrapped up in drama and humour, and a wit so sharp it still stings when he doesn’t see it coming. But there is something below that, too. Something that makes Harry ache just looking at him.” --the way i would lay down my little life for tepre’s characterization of draco, whom invented the word earnest. he’s a magical art theory expert and portraits are disappearing all over London and harry’s the auror assigned to this case. and well. they’re both so very avoidant about how gay they are for each other and it’s like!! shutup and kiss!! which they do in fact, shutup and kiss.  -

Trenches by sara_holmes - 3k - M “Somewhere in the distant part of his mind that hasn't frozen solid, he thinks that maybe he and Draco are about to become more than auror partners, smoking buddies, wine-mates and co-inhabitants of a snow filled trench somewhere in western Scotland.” --the plot line here is literally “it’s cold and i need a fucking cigarette” but let me tell you how I never tire of the shared loaded-silences of two emotionally repressed gays. -

The Years Before Love by lomonaaeren - 13k - M “That’s one of the meanings of peace, he thinks, as Hermione hugs him...That he can do things slowly, softly, without worrying that they won’t be there tomorrow.” --andromeda taking harry under her wing and harry finding solace in teddy. narcissa and draco showing up and the tentative relationships that slowly develop in the quiet calm of andromeda’s house. found families and kisses in the snow and special xmas gifts ugh what’s not to love -

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy - 35k - M “I want this to be a house where people are welcome, where they don’t have to be any one way or another” --in which harry collects lost things--owls, best friends, inept bakers, potions experimenters--and turns the mausoleum that is grimmauld place into a home. feat. your fave drarry tropes like shared-beds and reluctant waltzing partners. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

[bunchofstraydogs]

Dazai Osamu in a relationship

Just a lil warning before you proceed: dis a chonky one, kay?

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Depending on why Dazai is in a relationship affects how he will act with his partner.

If Dazai is curious about them, enough to enter the relationship,

it will last at best a handful of months, at worst about 2 weeks. Enough to get to know them, test them out in terms of reaction, values, honesty and morality, and get bored of them. Thus leading to him braking up with the person or, if he predicts that the person would react badly and cause a scene, get them to break up with him. But even that is dubious because i doubt Dazai would make the relationship official. He would probably just act as if they're dating, leading the partner to believe they actually are without having to verbally confirm anything, and then as soon as he loses interest, pulls a now-you-see-me-now-you-don't and disappears with little to no notice. Hey, he never said they were dating, he calls everyone Belladona, the fault is that person's for being delusional. Yes, he is an asshole, what did you expect of Dazai?

But if Dazai is in love?? Unrecognizable.

I will make a separate headcanon(? whatever these are I'm writing) on what i think a person should be like to sweep Dazai of his feet, but now i want to concentrate on what he would be like in such a relationship.

Is it possible for Dazai to fall in love? Absolutely. He loved Odasaku and Ango, perhaps not romantically, but he's definitely capable of love. People like him- aware of the world's cruelty, dealing with demons and guilt, roaming the world for the sole reason that they haven't died yet, hoping to find something worthwhile they can feel the need to be selfish about and call theirs; don't fall in love, they crash desperately. It takes a lot for them to feel those emotions, but when they do, they can never really let them go.

He would try to act as he usually does in public and try approaching the subject of his trepidation and disarray in many different ways. Distancing himself and going as far to actively avoid them would just come back and bite him in his boney ass. To effectively avoid someone, you need to know their schedule, hobbies, interests, habits, etc. And having learned that would just constantly remind him of them, they'd never leave his mind. He'd look on the clock, see the time and know that they'll be in that specific class because he knows their whole curriculum and class schedule/ at the grocery because they're surly out of their favourite snack/ doing black laundry and yes, he knows unnecessary details about them as well. After that disastrous failure, he comes back running and commences new ways to handle that person. These beta testings are for him as much as they are for them. Just how much and what exactly does he feel for that person, what buttons can he push and which ones he doesn't want to.

When i say Dazai in love would be unrecognizable, i mean it. Not superficially, where everyone can see it, but where it matters.

After doing his best to rail in the unfamiliar feelings under control, going as far as using some of Mori's techniques, the realization of the situation he's found himself in hits him hard.

He comes back as if nothing happened.

The deadpan that person gives him and a "Are you done with your bullshit or do you need some more time to brood about issues you made with yourself?" He doesn't even blink, "Oh, my Belladona! Does that mean you've missed me? Were you worried about me as well??"

All of this was said in your typical, Dazai maniac style, the only difference is that he actually wants an answer. He wants to hear the confirmation, in whatever form it may come- he can read between the lines and body language, just give him something to work with. He's desperate.

While the public Dazai persona won't change, his inner musings and his approach to the love interest will.

Osamu will, sometimes sneakily, usually not so subtly, immerse himself into their daily life. Get them accustomed and used to his presence. What this will do is cause a sense of familiar coexistence, that of people living together; make the person unconsciously continue to include him in their activities; learn to depend on him (not in a unhealthy, yandere way, but if their car brakes down or they're feelinh unsafe, Dazai will be the first person they feel the urge to call) because Dazai can be reliable and he will be reliable for that special person. He will also be the first person they share good news with as well, because if someone is always there for and with you, it's only natural.

Make no mistakes, Dazai is transparent only when he wants to be.

The reasons he does this is because 1) he wants to gauge their reaction to his great interest in them, 2) mask his subtle advances which are the most important part of integrating himself into their life, 3) to get that person in the position where he needs them to be for him to move on to the next phase of his plan.

Now, i may have said plan, but that's a somewhat loose term since what he'll do next depends on their reaction. He definitely has a rough outline of the whole thing in his head, but he's also adaptable and ready to react accordingly to whatever they may throw his way.

[I will be using l/i or LI for "love interest" bc I'm tired of writing that person or whatever, okay? Good.]

Once his l/i made effort to go out of their way for him or commit any type of love language, basically:

act of service- pay for his bills, massage his shoulders, buy crab based food or alchohol he really likes for their own fridge so that he can have it when he's over (often) even if they don't like those things especially then

words of affirmation- thank you Dazai, how was your sleep?, please take better care of yourself i can't help you if you're not making an effort

physical touch- ruffle his hair, lean on him when tired, hold his hand or wrist because it's crowded and it would be a pain to search for you Dazai

gift giving- "I noticed you were running out of bandages", "I bought you food, figured your lost case would forget to eat", "saw this mackerel, reminded me of you^^" "BELLADONA, NO >:("

quality time- spending nights with him because he has insomnia, playing games at the arcade, drive around town run from the cops

He would be overwhelmed. In the best way possible. He'd feel overwhelmingly good and pleasant and warm and worried.

He didn't feel like this, ever.

Not even with Odasaku and Ango. They were probably his first friends, but that's the thing. They didn't make his heart race, they didn't throw him into panic attacks, they didn't overwhelm him, they didn't keep him up at night because he couldn't get them out of his head or completely monopolise his mind during the day.

He gets panic attacks.

A lot of them, actually. Usually he can fake being fine, but sometimes he hyperventilates and can't breathe and all that he can smell is the blood on his hands and his chest is as hollow as l/i's eyes. He knows what can happen. They can and will be used against him. Hell, it could even be an accident. He is vulnerable just because they exist and he can't do shit about it.

He could do his thing: pull some strings, have them move to another country and never speak to each other ever again. He has the power, but he lacks the strength. He could do it, but he doesn't want to. His thumb won't press the numbers, his voice died out, his mind went blank.

The wind blows and it carries their scent with it. The bells ring and it's their laughter that resonates within. His bandages ruffle and it's the warmth of their touch he feels. He's dying, but he's not just ready yet to leave. Hopefully, Odasaku will patiently keep a seat for him.

That was what gave him away, actually.

That's when Ranpo realised, with zero doubt, that Dazai Osamu is in love.

Dazai could be going on and on about suicide.

Enter l/i.

"I found an amazing tree yesterday with really sturdy branches. I wanted to test them out today, but i promised l/i I'd go to the new bakery with them today and who would they go with if i die?? Unacceptable!"

Ranpo: "A new bakery? I'll happily take your place."

"UNACCEPTABLE!!"

With every panic attack he feels stranded on an island in the sea of death.

He's exhausted. For the first time he finally wants to escape alive. Then they walk in and the storm in the sea moves to his heart. And into his stomach and his hands and his knees.

"I'm here for you, Osamu. Everything is going to be fine."

His insomnia goes by a different name now.

It still keeps him up at night and makes him restless.

But this time, when he fills his nth glass of whiskey for the night, when the TV is muted and the trafic quiet, when he can hear their breathing beside him in their shared bed, he raises the glass to hope for the halcyon days.

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Fucking finally. You think you're exhausted, you waste of bandages?? I have a final today I'm going to fail and actually wrote about your musky ass. You try doing that with my brain.

Hope you guys like it and if you made it this far, here's a cup of ☕ or 🍵, whichever you prefer. I wrote him as i see and envision him. Hope it all makes sense. He's a complicated character, but he is still human and he is not immune to emotions.

Have a good one~☆

I will probably come up with more things for him, because i doubt i covered everything, but for now this shall do.

[shoutogepi]

Catboy!Shouto

Todoroki Shouto

word count : ~2K (blurb!)

[ ☀︎ ]  fluff!! 

bio : general catboy!sho hc’s. initial meeting all the way to relationship.

author’s note : a midnight hc that got WAY out of hand. fair warning idk what the fUCK this is, whatever it is is all astrid’s fault. i decided to make this bc i suck at finding fics and i rly wanted to read something about a snuggly catboy!sho.

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in my opinion, shouto is already very catlike in certain respects.

he’s aloof and likes to watch rather than engage. he’s very intelligent and he’s driven when he wants to be. and not to mention he’s very loyal to those few that have melted through his ice-protected heart. he’ll probably also only allow physical interaction if he’s the one initiating it... 

you didn’t adopt him in human form. at some point you got a cat and you thought that was it— that it was merely a cat. a cute one at that, split down the middle like a patched together hand-me-down. he reminded you of a ragdoll because of his peculiar colors, even though his coat was sleek and shiny. he also had a very prominent air of elegance... overall, a very pretty cat.

however, he wasn’t the nicest animal at first. he was skittish and guarded. he really only interacted with you in order to get food and water, and he didn’t allow you to touch him all too much. any time you had friends over there was no chance he’d be spotted, always hiding in the shadows of your closet or the safe space underneath your bed. when your company would leave, he would slowly crawl out, watching you from a respectable distance as you tidied up before heading to bed.

even though he was kind of a dick, you spoiled him silly. you bought him his own bed since he refused to even go near you. he had his own cat tree and everything, and ample toys too. that was how he first began warming up to you. 

you had managed to pique his interest by dragging a ribbon toy across the floor and disappearing around the doorframe. you had been over the moon when he had poked his little head into the room, pupils wide as he eyed the ribbon with intense curiosity.

the morning after that, you had awoken to find him sitting on the very far corner of your bed. it was as far as he could possibly be from you while staying on the mattress, but you were elated nonetheless.

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from then on, your relationship was a little steadier with the feline. he would follow you around your place, always in the same room as you but forever out of reach. occasionally he would allow you to give him a little scratch behind the ear or under the chin, but he would get up and leave after a few seconds of affection.

it wasn’t until he came down with a minor kitty cold that your relationship changed. you took him to the vet. he hated it. he was such a misbehaved boy, but when you had nearly cried as you frantically apologized for his behavior, he strangely became limp, a disgruntled expression on his cute little face.

you took him home and attempted to administer the medicine, even if he hissed and growled at you when you approached him with the distinct vial. you tried to give it to him, and he lashed out and scratched you for the very first time.

it was just a little cut, but it was enough to draw blood. you left the medicine with him and closed yourself away in the bathroom as you tended to your wound, irritated that after all you’d done for him he still treated you like shit. but he was a cat, you reckoned, and so you instantly dropped any malice that had come forth in those few minutes. when you opened the door again, he was sitting at the doorway, ears flat to his head and head lowered, the medicine vial resting before his paws.

after that he allowed you to administer the medicine without complaint. he just layed there and would blink lazily at you while you moved him accordingly, never fussing at all. it was clear that he was sick initially, but each time you gave him that medicine he became more and more like himself. he looked strong and healthy once again. you were relieved.

your relationship kept improving. he would now let you pet him from time to time. sometimes he would even jump up and settle himself into a little loaf next to you as you watched TV or typed away at your laptop. he began sleeping closer to you, sometimes on your feet, sometimes on the vacant side of your bed. the sound of his low purrs lulled you to sleep.

things started getting strange when you started going out with someone you had met. you’d given your number to them when they’d asked for it out of the blue. it was all very innocent, nothing too crazy. just a coffee here and there, really.

that was when shouto started becoming more affectionate with you. he would let out a loud meow in greeting when you came home, running to the door to meet you and promptly sticking his head into the shoes you slipped off your feet. he would sit with you as you went through the work you brought home, even nuzzle your ankles while you made yourself dinner. he would start to sit on your lap when you were watching the television.

he would even let you kiss his head , and he’d slowly blink at you when you praised him for all his handsomeness, for how good of a boy he was. he even started slipping into the sheets with you, allowing you to hold him close as you drifted off into slumber, and kneading at your blankets as the two of you fell asleep together.

but coffees turned into lunches. and lunches to dinners. you started spending less and less time at your place, and he would find himself watching the clock on the wall as he waited for your return. though when you finally would, later and later with each passing date, he was not pleased to find your scent mixed with another’s.

he had stayed in cat form for a very long time. perhaps he shifted into human form when you weren’t home, you didn’t know. you thought he was your cat, and that was the end of it. all you knew was that one morning, you woke up, expecting to have your snuggly companion curled up into your side as usual.

instead, there’s a whole ass MAN tucked into the sheets beside you, long leg slung over yours and his arm wound round your waist. what’s even wilder is that two cat ears stick out of the silky hair on his head, colored the distinct red and white of the fur you have become so accustomed to. a long, furry tail also rests on your thigh, brushing against your skin.

he’s also butt ass naked.

to say you’re shook is an understatement. thankfully he’s laying on his stomach, so you don’t see anything indecent. you weigh your options here— this man is so obviously your cat, there’s no way he’s not. but you have a cat, and this is a man!! man-cat? you can’t care to know the correct terminology.

you decide not to scream, but you shuffle backwards. it’s enough to disturb the creature, and his heterochromatic eyes peel open slowly. he sees you looking at him, and still weighed down by sleep, a mild, content smile curls his lips and a loud purr rumbles out of him. then his eyes move down and he catches sight of his own arm around you, and he scrambles off the bed, ears tucked back and tail bristling as he trips over the sheets.

after you find some clothes for him to wear, you have a rather awkward conversation over breakfast. turns out that he’s been capable of turning into this human form the whole time, but he had become accustomed to life as a cat and preferred it to being a human, as he had a hard time fitting in with his big ears and long tail. you reckoned you, too, would live as a cat if you had the option... especially with such a doting and caring owner as yourself.

now though, you can’t really refer to yourself as his owner. he’s a person, just like you— he just harbors many of his cat-like qualities.

initially it’s hard to adjust, knowing he’s also a man (and a very handsome one, at that). you buy him some clothes and start to cook meals for the both of you. what else are you gonna do, throw him out onto the street?

your interactions become a little forced... you’re just really confused as to how you’re supposed to act around him. he seems to sense your unease, and he shifts back into a cat in order to comfort you. he walks right up to you and hops into your lap, standing up to put his front paws onto your chest, and leaning in to rub his cheek across yours, finishing off with a quick lick of affection.

apparently, he has missed the attention the both of you had become so accustomed to giving/receiving. so, the moment you hesitantly begin to rub his ears, he starts to purr loudly, settling on your lap/chest. he’s really warm and soft, so you end up wrapping your other arm around him and continuing to pet his head.

it becomes routine for you to have this nightly cuddle before bed, but after you’re finished with pretending to pay attention to the tv, you tell him goodnight and shut yourself into your bedroom for the night.

no longer does he receive your praise nor your kisses, and it’s taking a toll on him. he’s needy!! you’ve conditioned him to soak up all your love and now you just stop?

so eventually he’ll sack up and knock on your door, asking why you won’t let him sleep with you anymore. he knows you’re intimidated by his human form, but he thinks the reason is because you’re scared of him. you hesitantly let him know it’s really just because you’re attracted to him. and what do ya know, he feels the same.

another reason why you’d been avoiding him that you’d rather die than tell him is that you’re embarrassed that you just straight stared at him in shock when he used your toilet like a human. eye contact and everything. this was back when you’d first gotten him but now you’re just overwhelmed with residual embarrassment LOLLLLL anyways...

from there your love blossoms !! yay!

now he will walk around your place in his human form more often than cat form. though sometimes he does like to be in kitty form so he can sit on your lap while you’re working at your desk.

snuggles become a norm. he’s very affectionate. absolute cuddle bug. 

stressed? cuddles.

happy? cuddles.

bored? cuddles.

i cannot emphasize this enough!!! hold him!! he lives for it! he is baby.

he still loves playing with all the toys you buy him. and what’s hilarious is that he can’t seem to help himself from fixating on those little aluminum twist ties that you keep in the kitchen. he doesn’t know why, but when you toss them across the room he’ll just run for it. nyoom!!

makes sure to bring it back like a good boy every time.

a really good investment is a laser pointer. human or cat, once that little red dot is spotted, you can bet he’s chasing it. this has resulted in broken furniture more than once LOL. at the end of your little play session you guide the laser over to you and he’ll pounce on you!! cue more cuddles. 

as if all the snuggles he gives you through the day aren’t enough, falling asleep is complete bliss.

he’ll slip into your covers and wrap his long limbs around you. lithe fingers will caress your skin and your hair, and if you return the favor, he’ll start to purr softly for you. he’s totally into nuzzling you, too. he’ll just nestle his face right into your neck and breathe your scent in, completely at peace. and he can’t help it when his purrs grow louder, an indication of his complete content.

more rarely he’ll come out into public with you, provided he wear a beanie or something to cover those cute perky ears of his. the tail he can tuck into his pants just fine. when he’s out and about with you, he’ll likely stay right by your side, an arm over your shoulder, around your waist, or your hand held hostage by his.

when you’re out on these rare excursions, he will often ask for a boba or a latte—he loves to indulge in those sweet milky drinks every now and then. plus it makes him happy when you’re happy, and you always get excited when you get one for yourself too.

overall 10/10 would recommend adopting catboy!sho. he will give you all the love and snuggles necessary and he’ll be more than happy to accept your affections too. 

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so... can you guys tell i’m a cat person? 

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