#the cat stole my pillow also

[savethepinecones]

its nearly 4 am and i still cant sleep augh

[aeide-thea]

turns out i lied earlier, i can sit on the patio and still look at images (also birds! images in REAL LIFE! 📺🐦🏡)

[slepyicarus]

[dotster001]

Haii!~ How are you? Good I hope! I absolutely LOVE your stuff and I'm crying tears of happiness just to see your requests open :D I had an idea and after I read your fic "For tuna" I knew you were the one for it. I was wondering how Leona would react if his Tsum went and got something for his s/o. I can imagine it'd be chaotic lmao ANYWAY! Take your time answering and take care of yourself! And thanks a lot for your amazing work 🥹✨️

Tsum Leona

A/N: pov, your cat woke you up at two, and you couldn't fall back asleep, so you wrote this 😂 anyway, hope you enjoy this!

"When interacting with someone from a different nation, you must act with diplomacy and gentleness until such time as you know their customs."

That's how he'd been raised…but did that apply when the someone was clearly yourself from a different dimension?

Two seconds. That's how long he'd taken his eyes off his dreaded tsum to tell Ruggie that Jack's tsum was too loud. He had assumed that the lazy thing would continue to sleep where he left it.

Then he turned around and it was gone. With a groan, he and Ruggie began to search the places he himself would be: his room, the greenhouse, the tree in courtyard, the spell drive pitch. Nothing.

And it was then that Ruggie suggested where the insufferable creature would most definitely be.

Storming off to Ramshackle, angry that this idea hadn't come to him first, he grabbed your doorknob and turned it, since you had an open door policy. But this time the door was locked.

He fucking knew it.

He gripped the knob and busted the door down with his shoulder, thoroughly startling you, and the tsum whom you had been petting on your lap.

How dare he?

That was his pillow!

Your jaw was on the ground and you stuttered, trying to collect your thoughts.

"Spit it out, herbivore!"

The tsum smiled at him smugly.

"You're not a stuffed toy?"

"Why does everyone think-no! I'm not a stuffed toy!"

"I just assumed, since we have a lot of lab accidents-"

"I don't have lab accidents. Also, the portal opened right over your house! How did you not know?"

"Portal?"

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Seriously, how are you not dead yet? It doesn't matter, why are you petting him so lovingly?"

You looked down at the tsum, then back at Leona. Back and forth. Then you held up your wrist, displaying a shimmering silver band, with an L engraved on it, that he'd bought for you for your next date.

"You rat, you stole that from me!" 

He launched at the tsum but it was too fast, and he ended up kabedoning you on the couch. But there was no time to look at your cute flustered face, he had to tear that tsum to shreds.

It bounced out of his reach again, and he quickly followed. He crouched down, wiggled his tail to calibrate, and was about to pounce when your hand on his shoulder startled him.

"Leo, relax!" 

"The runt is moving in on my herbivore! With my gifts, no less!"

You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his hair.

"I never thought I'd actually have to verbalize this, but I'm not in love with a stuffed toy."

"You thought you were when you thought it was me."

"Key word being I thought it was you. Not some stuffed toy. Which, again, is something I never thought I'd have to explain."

The tsum decided to nuzzle it's way back into your lap. Leona grabbed it and was about to throw it when-

"Leo! I'm not entirely sure what's happening, but isn't it highly probable that if there's a stuffed version of you somewhere out there, then there's probably a stuffed me?"

You picked up the tsum, and held it in front of his face.

"And I bet the little kitty cat misses his herbivore."

The tsum jumped up and down happily, as if to indicate that you were correct. Sometimes he hated how incisive  you could be, because it meant he had to be sympathetic to a stuffed toy that was nuzzling against his lover's neck. 

He growled lowly, before picking up the tsum and walking towards your busted door.

"Leo?"

"I get what you're saying. I really do. But I need to make sure I'm close to the school so that when Crowley can send this rat home I can punt him through the portal. You get it," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. He didn't give you the chance to respond as he sprinted back to Savannaclaw.

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Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll

[gretavanlace]

Stars Collide

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, adult themes, semi public sexual acts, dirty talk, pet names, digital penetration, etc.

First, special thanks to this ask who got my gears turning, I know it isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you love it all the same. Second, I asked for josh pics and ya’ll 👏 came 👏 through 👏 Thank you so much for taking the time to help out with my little request, you guys are the greatest! They were all incredible, but in the end @jakekiszkasbelly-button killed it with this stunning pic featuring a camera flare-halo that stole my heart. Just look at him!

Photo credit to the lovely @indigo-starcatcher

You wake with a start, eyes wide with drowsy confusion, and he thinks you’re adorable. Like a tiny baby bunny, startled in the brush by rustling leaves. It makes him want to scoop you up, to hold you cupped in his hands, safe from the world. To peer down at you and soothe your nerves softly. To pet you and marvel at your softness, your warmth….

It also makes him long to corrupt all that innocence. To strip it away down to the bones of what you’re really capable of. That wicked glint in your eye that appears when there’s no one to bear witness but him - he wants to see it.

“Josh?” Your voice is gritty with the impromptu slumber you’d fallen into after the show. Curled up like a cat in one corner of the couch in the corner of his dressing room. He hadn’t the heart to disturb you.

Instead, he’d lost the satin suit and showered, and was now slipped into something a little more pedestrian, scribbling lyrics and ideas upon the lined pages of his notebook, sipping from a glass filled with honey-laced whiskey.

He speaks softly, as is so often his way “I’m here, princess.”

Your gaze swings over to him, and he watches the tension leave your form and loves you just a little bit more. They way you find solace in his presence softens his heart indescribably.

“It’s so quiet.��� You sigh, arms reaching for the ceiling in a dramatic, feline stretch. “Where is everyone? Did I sleep through the apocalypse?”

He laughs gently, eyes trained on the page where he’s finishing a rough sketch to present to wardrobe. You’re right to ask questions, he knows. Normally the energy backstage is electric before a show, and even more so after. Voices booming from all directions, golf carts grinding up and down the halls, equipment being dragged across concrete, shouts of congratulations and instructions. The rock and roll circus of live wire sound is easily tuned out as seasoned as you all are. Silence, on the other hand, is deafening.

“They’ve all gone back to the hotel.” He shrugs, setting everything aside in order to focus on you. He loves to watch you do anything, but witnessing you inch your way out of floating dreams deserves his full attention. “I told them we’d just call a car. Wanted to let you sleep.”

You shimmy your shoulders in a mock shudder. “This feels weird. It’s way too quiet.”

A smile that it feels like he can’t help, shapes his lips beautifully. You resemble a fallen angel, all wrinkled skirt and tangled hair, a groupie who just clawed her way out of the pit, disheveled and out of breath, all for him. “It is sort of weird, isn’t it?”

An idea lights his face up, urging an unsure giggle out of your sleepy chest before he’s even shared what he’s thinking.

“You want to go walk around a little? It’ll be like being at school after a play. Remember that? When the halls and classrooms were dark and it felt like you shouldn’t be there…when it felt like some strange, alien, terrain…remember?”

His enthusiasm is catching, “No, I don’t remember that…I wasn’t a theater nerd.” You toss a tasseled throw pillow at him and, in retaliation, he rises and grabs your hands, tugging you to your feet.

“That’s what’s wrong with you, my love.” He nudges you closer to your shoes and smooths out your clothes while you toe them on. “Too much time bouncing around in your little cheerleader uniform and not enough time down in the trenches with the drama club dreck.”

“I wasn’t a cheerleader and you damn well know it.” You roll your eyes with love and swing open the door to find the hall desolate and dimly lit. “You don’t think we’re completely alone in here, do you?”

“Nah,” he steps out behind you. “They’d kick us out before all that. But even if they missed us, there’d be security. Still, probably the closest to alone we’re ever gonna be.”

You spin around, grabbing up his hand tightly in both of yours…the spirited fire in your eyes lighting his own. “Let’s go check out the stage. Think anyone will stop us?”

“Pfft,” he scoffs, waving you off like he can’t believe you even said such a thing. “Do you have any idea who I am, princess?”

“Humble, aren’t you, Kiszka?” You kiss the air at him and trot off ahead in the wrong direction.

“Hey, Lewis and Clark?” He calls out smugly, “Stage is this way.”

~

“Look at all these seats,” you marvel, staring out at a sea of now empty chairs feeling nearly worshipful. An incredible talent stands beside you. Warm as the sun, and just as revered. You’d kneel at his feet, a peasant before her king, if it might please him…though he would likely despise it.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking the same thing about you. Wondering at your beauty, and how it threatens to steal the breath from his lungs, even in the shadows of the darkened arena. Loving you and your gorgeous soul. Adoring your light. You are an angel. His angel. His princess.

“You fill these seats,” you shake your head, amazed by him as if he’s brand new. “Ever think about that? You and your brothers, you fill these seats. It’s incredible what you guys do. I’ll never get enough of it.”

He sidles up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. “You don’t get bored with it? Same show night after night? Rehearsal after rehearsal?”

“Same jokes…” you tease sweetly, “champagne, caviar, anyone?”

“Shut up,” he squeezes you with a quiet chuckle, “I haven’t used that one in a while. It’s a classic, though.”

“You look like a god, you know?” You’ve fallen hushed, picturing the way he shines, “Divine, a graven image come to life. Sometimes it’s like…it’s like I forget I even know you. You aren’t my Josh, how could that breathtaking spirit glittering under lights be mine? You’re magic.”

“Not to negate the poetry in which you’ve just showered me, but it makes my dick hard when you talk like that.” His lips have found the spot just below your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“Yeah?” You’ve begun swaying along with him to some inaudible song it seems you both can hear. “Well, what doesn’t make your dick hard?”

“Hey!” He nips at the side of your throat in punishment. “I put it away for this tour.”

You gasp and tingle beneath his kiss, but hold fast to your footing. “Mmm-hmm. We’ll see how long that lasts. You’ll get tired of tucking. Plus, you like it when they look.”

Now, his arms have loosened to allow his hands to explore the silken skin of your stomach…palms searching and slow, hidden below your shirt. “Maybe I do like it. Maybe there’s no maybe about it.” He pulls you closer and there is his cock, hard and inviting, no longer concealed behind a stage costume, but pressing into the small of your back like an offering. “Do you like it? When they look? When they want what’s yours? When they want to fuck what’s yours?”

He wants you to say yes. He wants to know that you find some sort of perverse pleasure in it, the same way he does. He wants you to love their need as much as he does. He wants you to be secure in his love enough to enjoy it all.

And he’s in luck.

“I do like it when they look. Sometimes it makes me want to go out there and drop to my knees right in front of them,” you confess, listening to his breathing pick up, “makes me want to suck your cock right in front of them. To show them that you don’t only sound pretty when you sing.”

He’s toying with the button on your skirt now, like he’s contemplating unfastening them, like he’s wrestling with the idea of something he knows he shouldn’t want.

And he is. He’s thinking about laying you right down, of giving it to you right there on the catwalk beneath both of your feet. He’s imagining how lovely you’d sound given the acoustics, he’s wondering how loud he could allow you to be. His beautiful mind is pondering how open you might be to the idea, whether you’d think about the risk of getting caught, whether you’d care even if you did think about it.

“When do I sound pretty, princess? Besides when I sing?” He gives in to how badly he wants you, but forgoes the buttons, choosing to slip his hand under your skirt from behind, instead. “Hm? Tell me.”

“Josh,” it squeaks out of you, and he’s never loved the sound of his own name more. His fingers inch under the hem of your panties in reward.

“You sound pretty when you can’t catch your breath,” the pads of his fingers circle your trembling entrance, gathering your warm, slick, desire, as his opposite forearm snakes around your throat to hold you in place. He listens with rapt attention as you whisper his praises. “And when you moan. When you get close and start to whimper, that’s pretty…the filthy things you say, pretty…even prettier when you cum. I think about it all the time, the way you sound.”

He sinks into you, curling and stroking, petting you from the inside. “Wish they could hear you. All those beautiful little whines when you’re right on the edge. You’re a star, princess. You’re a fucking star.”

Thankful for his centering hold on you, you reach back, gripping his thigh for a moment before grabbing at his cock as your body rolls and arches, free hand squeezing viciously at your breast, urgent and frantic in your need.

With a kiss bestowed upon your temple he brings his lips to the shell of your ear and hums, “Reach down and touch your clit. Rub her just right while I finger fuck your sweet little cunt. Want you to feel good. Can you do that, baby? Can you feel good for me?”

A hurried nod accompanies a breathy gasp of his name as he works you over on stage, on display like art for the gaze of anyone who might happen upon the both of you.

You can’t imagine caring any less. You want this, and you want it now. Let them see.

“Be a good girl and close your eyes, princess.” Your lids drift shut, instantly obeying his gentle command. “You listen so well. My princess likes to make me proud, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” you thrust your hips forward, wanting, needing, him deeper still.

“I’m honored, my love.” His lips are kissing over your cheek, nuzzling and pecking tenderly as he fucks against that heavenly spot deep inside that makes you want to scream. “Keep your eyes closed. Picture them out there. Watching you. Watching you flush and squirm. Watching me want you, watching me touch you, watching me take you apart. Wanting to be you. Wanting to be the girl up here with her cunt wrapped up tight and wet around my fingers…making such a pretty mess of me.”

“Fuck,” the obscenity flits off your tongue as you gush into his palm.

“Yeah?” He taunts, biting tingles into your dewy skin. “You like that? Show them, princess. Show them what a gorgeous girl you are when I make you cum. C’mon, show them how pretty my favorite star shines.”

“Josh, please,” you’re balanced upon the razor, praying to be sliced open and bared to him. It’s so close, but…

“Please what, princess?” He’s rocking his clothed cock against the swell of your ass from behind, fucking those perfect, insistent, fingers into you at a delicious clip, coaxing you nearer and nearer as you soak his skin and your thighs. “Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll fucking give it to you. You know I will.”

Your fingernails want to bury into his flesh, but you’re careful not to leave marks. “I’m gonna cum…” it breathes out of you wildly, as an uncontrollable desperation steps in to steal your sense. “I’m gonna cum. Talk to me, Josh. Talk to me while I cum for you. I want your voice…talk me through it.”

A feral sound growls out of him, but it dissolves into something weak, as though he can’t handle you. “I’ll talk to you princess, don’t you worry that pretty fucking head. I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you. You feel that?”

He tightens his grip, holding you upright, and you fuck against his hand faster in reply, thrusting your hand back to bury into, and pull at, his curls “Yeah you do. My girl feels it. She knows. She knows I’ve got her, and she’s gonna cum pretty just for me, isn’t she?”

You explode into sensation in response. Sparks fly and batter themselves against your nerve endings as you coil up sung around his pumping fingers…pouring and dripping against his skin like warm, floral bath water.

“There you go, sweet girl…” he praises softly, in contrast with the relentless pace his hand is working away at you. “You let it all go, alright? Yes, baby, that’s it. That’s it. Let it out, princess, just for me, let it all out. good girl, fucking sing for me just like that.”

You’re wailing into the empty space, likely alerting anyone still wandering the halls, but you can’t hear yourself and he can’t be bothered to care.

His voice carries you through, groaning your praises as he ruts his aching cock against you, holding you fast and safe in his embrace until you fall limp, a rag doll with his blissful fingers still filling her throbbing cunt.

“That’s my girl, princess…” he kisses along the curve of your jaw, bringing you down gingerly. “So, so good. You’re an angel.”

Head now descending from the rumbling clouds of the storm he’s created, you realize suddenly what you’re faced with, “Josh, I was so loud…we have to go.”

“Not now,” he protests, languidly slipping his fingers in and out of you still.

“Yes, now.” Your thighs tighten, barring his movement, until he shakes out of his stupor.

“Okay, Okay…” he lowers your skirt and sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking you from his wrist and inner forearm as you begin yanking him towards the stage exit. “But I’m about to make sure the whole hotel knows how pretty you can sing, too, princess. You’re a star.”

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[xoxoemynn]

give the people what they want (tell us the daphne lore)

HOOOOO BOY OKAY HERE WE GO.

For context, Daphne has her Favorite Bed in my living room, and every day she demands requests we sit together there to bond. Eventually I got myself a little floor chair to go next to her bed because my back simply cannot be on hardwood floors for hours like Daphne prefers, and then I also keep my OFMD blankie there because it gets chilly on the floor and my toes get cold.

ANYWAY, come Saturday, I'm giving Daphne her CBD oil (because that is just one of her many medications), and I accidentally get the TEENIEST TINIEST drop on her bed. But because I don't want it to stain, I immediately wipe it down with soap and water. It leaves small wet patch. Basically make a circle out of your thumb and forefinger. That's more or less the size.

About thirty minutes after that, Daphne decides to return to her bed. And she....puts her paw directly in the wet spot.

The look of BETRAYAL on her face. Honestly, it's a miracle I'm still alive. If she had the power, I'd be incinerated, reincarnated, and dropped off the nearest cliff. That whole Ed killing Hornigold montage? That's what Daphne wanted to do to me.

Anyway, all Saturday, she avoided her bed. I didn't think TOO much of it, because she has countless other beds and pillows and cushions, so it's whatever.

Then comes Sunday. She's doing her little "time to sit on the floor" tippy tappy dance, so I go sit on my floor chair, but she doesn't seem content. And I'll be honest, I was a bit annoyed. I just wanted to write. I was finally in the zone, and Daphne was giving me no peace.

And then she gave me the softest little tap on my knee and the big sad eyes, and I put my laptop aside and she immediately climbed into my lap and curled into a little ball. And I was just about weeping, and Cat's in the Cradle was playing in my head, because Daphne is not usually a daytime cuddler, and she just wanted some love!!! And I was treating my laptop like it was more important!! I was a monster.

Then she hopped off my lap and gave me the "come follow me" eyes, so I did...and she immediately stole my seat and refused to budge. I tried. She said no. It was hers. She had conquered it fair and square. I tried reminding her there were SO MANY Daphne-sized seats for her and fewer me-sized seats and she did not care. So that was Sunday.

COME TODAY. I'm working on the couch, she lets me know she thinks I should be working from the floor like a true professional, I take my floor chair. And she goes to her bed, raises one tiny paw above it....and freezes. Backs away.

I'm reminded of the look of betrayal in her eyes from Saturday.

Yes, that's right. Daphne refused to go in her bed for 48+ hours because her tiny delicate paw touched WET on Saturday and it was SUCH a deeply traumatic experience she couldn't POSSIBLY put herself through that again. I tried ALL. DAY. to get her to give her FAVORITE BED another shot. She refused ALL. DAY. I physically put her in it, she would jump out. I kept pointing to the previously wet spot that was now dry and she looked at me like I was an idiot. I reminded her technically it was cleaner than before and she didn't care. She would sit on the floor chair or on my blanket, if she was feeling generous. No bed for her. Its prior state of Wet made it unacceptable.

Fortunately we have a happy ending. Daphne had some wild zoomies tonight, which did have her leaping over and into her bed, and eventually she tired herself out enough that she forgot her bed had previously been desecrated so now she's snoozing away in it. But I learned my lesson. I can never let the bed get wet again.

Picture below the cut of her on Sunday, stealing my seat, with the bed and blanket that were PERFECTLY VIABLE OPTIONS RIGHT. THERE. so I could sit on the hardwood floor and listen to her snore instead. (If I moved to go back to the couch, she would wake up and look at me all irritated and huff and puff until I return.)

THAT'S DAPHNE.

[writingseaslugs]

Savanaclaw: Holiday Special

It was when I was writing this part that I realized I totally screwed up. I hope y’all like reading, because these parts are longer than I expected. I meant for these to be drabbles, maybe like 400 words each AT MAX. Well that didn’t go over well so here we go. Lot’s of writing. Also apologies to Jack; baby I love you to pieces, but someone mentioned it so I had to do it.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. 

Savanaclaw: Sledding

Savanaclaw was one of the few dorms that totally sucked when it came to the winter. It got colder, sure, but it didn’t do anything fun. There wasn’t even ice on the ground, let alone snow. So you had to improvise if you wanted to do winter activities with a special someone. That’s how you managed to drag one particular member of Savanaclaw out to Ramshackle for some fun.



Leona Kingscholar

“It’s too cold for this.” Leona said, glaring at whatever you were currently doing. You had a large sled out, trying to drag it up one of the larger hills up Ramshackle. You had a small pout on your lips as you stopped what you were doing and walked over to him.

“What do you mean, it’s not that cold.” You said; you then realized that he wasn’t from a cold area, so this was all probably a bit shocking to him. Well, not shocking, but at least uncomfortable. The cold weather made Leona just want to curl up by a fireplace and sleep…which is something he was tempted to drag you to do. He knew the fireplace was going at Ramshackle since he had just been inside, but you looked so hopeful he’d join you that he felt bad just ditching.

“Let’s get this over with.” Leona finally said, making you clap happily. You watched as Leona approached and picked the sled up with ease and walked up the hill with you trailing behind him. His tail swished in an annoyed fashion behind him as he got to the top. He put the sled down before looking at you.

“What?” You asked, not knowing what he was wanting.

“Sit down and I’ll get on behind you; I’m only dragging this thing up once.” Leona said, looking down at the large sled. It could easily accommodate both of you. You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your cheeks, but you complied as you sat down on the sled and got comfortable.

You felt Leona get on behind you, the warmth of his body soothing as you leaned into him. Then he pushed the sled and off you two went. The wind whipping past your face as you slid down the hill faster than you expected. You couldn’t help but laugh, not even noticing how Leona’s hands were now wrapped firmly around your waist.

The sled came to a skidding halt once you were at the bottom, twisting as you guys finally stopped before hitting anything. You were still giggling as you looked up to see Leona’s face. He had an unimpressed look on his face while looking down at you, “Was it not fun?” You asked him, snickering at the snow sticking to his hair.

“It was riding down a hill.” Leona said, getting up. You only then noticed as he stood up, his arms were still wrapped around your waist. He lifted you alongside him and began walking into the dorm, not even bothering to ask if you wanted that or not. You felt like a small cat as he kicked the door open and walked to the fireplace.

He plopped himself down on the carpet and began laying down, dragging you with him, “Now we’re doing something I want.” Leona murmured, ready to just take a nap. You giggled, pushing him to his back so you could crawl on top of him and use his chest as a pillow.

“Did that tucker you out?” You teased the lion. Leona groaned in annoyance, one hand falling onto your back to keep you in place.

“Shut up, would ya?” He murmured and you shook your head while snickering.

“Make me.” You cooed and he did just that. You felt him dragging your face towards his, as he quickly stole a kiss from you. It made you silent as the feeling of his lips lingered on your own. You blinked a few times before making a small noise or protest, “W-wait, you can’t leave me with just a peck!”

Ruggie Bucchi

“1, 2, 3…go!” You shouted, your sled sliding down the hill, alongside Ruggie’s. This was probably the fifth race you two had that day, wanting to see who’s sled would go faster. It all started with you wanting to go sledding, and Ruggie said only if you two could race and place bets. The sneaky hyena wanted to make some profit while having fun, but you were determined to not lose to him.

Your sleds hit the bottom of the hill at the same time, resulting in yet another tie. Still, you couldn’t help but want to pick a fight, “I win!” You shouted, standing up from the sled as Ruggie got up as well. He paused, his mouth open to probably say the same thing.

“Wait, no you didn’t, I won!” Ruggie said, walking over to you, “Look, my sled went further.” He pointed out the slight centimeter difference and you rolled your eyes.

“Please, that was from you getting out and pushing it forward. My sled was further before you got out.” You told him, not wanting to back down from your lie. You knew you would probably have to have a rematch, but you wanted the banter.

“Now you’re just straight up lying.” Ruggie said, point an accusing finger at you. You gasped, placing a hand over your heart, acting shocked.

“Such cruel words, Rugs, and do you have any proof to back up this claim?” You asked, knowing damn well he didn’t. Ruggie paused for a second before shooting you a glare. He was about to ask for a rematch, before noticing how cold he had gotten. You seemed to notice this as well with how he was shivering slightly.

“Fuck it, one more round and I’ll win.” Ruggie said, deciding he’d rather get the prize money. You guys weren’t even betting a whole lot on this thing, but he still wanted to win. You shook your head and put your hands in your pocket.

“Actually, I’m kinda cold…wanna call it quits and grab some hot chocolate in my dorm?” You offered, knowing the hyena likely wouldn’t turn down a free drink and warmth. Ruggie perked up as he nodded, grabbing an arm around your shoulder and was already dragging you inside.

“I was starting to think you’d never ask.” Ruggie said, dragging you inside the warmth of Ramshackle. You chuckled, grabbing his hand in your own and squeezing it.

“Oh shut up, we can go back out later for a rematch if you want, but I’m freezing and so are you.” You said, letting him take his arm off as you approached the kitchen. You went to the fridge to grab the milk, hearing Ruggie rummaging behind you. He had been to the kitchen several times to know where everything was.

Once you had the proper supplies, you grabbed a pot and poured some milk into it. Ruggie walked up behind you, his arms wrapping around your midsection while you turned on the fire. “Something you needed?” You asked, looking up to see Ruggie holding onto you.

“You’re taking too long.” He justified, making you sigh. Even Ruggie knew it was a poor excuse since he began snickering at himself, “But seriously, are we having a rematch later, or will you just admit I won?” He asked, as the milk began doing its thing.

“I’m not admitting to anything, good sir.” You joked as you turned in his arms, “Did you want a pity prize?” You asked, as he hummed.

“Pity prize…what do I get?” Ruggie asked, before you pulled him down by his neck. He squeaked in surprise as your lips came together in a sweet kiss. You hummed against him as you pulled away. He was quick to drag you back in, nibbling on your bottom lip a little for a deeper kiss.

You happily opened your mouth, letting him explore the inside as you groaned against his mouth. His hands around your waist giving you a tight squeeze as you two finally pulled apart, “There, you can’t just give me a peck, y’know. It’s still supposed to be a prize.”

You chuckled before noticing an odd smell; both you and Ruggie realized at the same moment as you spun around and saw the boiling milk going over the edge of the pot. Note to self: next time you make out with Ruggie in the kitchen, make sure milk isn’t on the stove.

Jack Howl

“So Jaaaaaaack.” You began, already batting your eyelashes, as you wrapped your arms around Jack’s torso. The man looked down at you with a confused look, but was silent as you seemed to ponder over your question. You had uncovered a large sled in Ramshackle’s attic and were dying to try it out. The downside was…the sled was a more traditional snow sled. As in it needed a sled dog.

“Something you needed?” Jack was curious and a bit on edge since you normally didn’t suck up to him unless you were wanting to get up to no good.

“You know how I asked if you could come over to go sledding?” You asked, watching as he nodded his head, “Well…the sled is a uh…larger sled, ya see.” You began and Jack was now on edge.

“Did you need help bringing it down?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Well yes, but that’s not all I wanted to ask.” You said before clearing your throat, “Y’know how you have your unique magic…”

“Absolutely not.” Jack was so fast in figuring out what you were about to ask. You let out a small whine, not taking your arms off of him. You rested your chin on his chest and you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. You really wanted to use him as a sled dog, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he was big enough to pull the entire sled himself.

“Why not, it would be fun?” You begged him, squeezing him a bit tighter, hoping you could cute your way through this.

“For you; it would be fun for you.” Jack said, placing a hand on your head and pushing you off. You groaned, parting from him for a moment and crossing your arms.

“I promise I will give you tons of head pats and snuggles if you do. It’s a win-win.” You tried bargaining, but he was being stubborn.

“I’m not a dog, you know.” he seemed to have to remind you of this fact sometimes. He might not be a dog, but he shared some qualities with them. You knew he was a sucker for when you ran your hands through his hair, and how he would sometimes get protective of you like a guard dog. You’d never say it out loud though, in fear he’d ignore you for a week straight. He was a nice guy and probably wouldn’t hate you for it, but the cold shoulder is way worse of a punishment.

“So you don’t want head pats and snuggles?” You asked, poking his arm a bit. Jack shot you a small glare as he debated this, before sighing.

“Fine, but you can’t tell anyone about this, got it?” Jack said and you swore you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. You squealed with joy as you ran up, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jack helped lift you up into his arms as you chuckled.

“You’re the best Jack, but you already knew that.” You said, before taking his cheeks in your hands and pulling him in for a quick kiss. Jack stiffened under your kiss for a moment before sighing into it, deciding to just go with the flow. Your hands came to his neck, playing with the hair there as you kept him in place.

He was like a mini furnace against your lips and you didn’t want to part your lips, but you knew you had to. You caressed his cheeks before kissing him on the forehead, “I’ll give you way more kisses as well after, I promise.”

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[chaoticarson16]

main six - 🟡🔴🏡 🧵 🗣

um i didn’t know if you wanted us to pick one for your character headcanon ask game, so i chose multiple just in case. also didn’t know who to choose lol

Multiple is perfectly fine cause it lets me rant about more than one of my blorbos :D (Also sorry I forgot to check my inbox!!)

🟡 - Happy

California: When he’s happy he bounces on the balls of his feet while flapping his hands and even though he won’t admit it New York finds this adorable (Me? Projecting? Nooooo)

New York: He barely shows it but he really enjoys having the rest of the northeast + California around and he likes making them little gifts and anonymously leaving them in front of their door

Louisiana: He both enjoys and gives the best hugs. He knows what kind of hugs the rest of the states like and loves just randomly appearing and hugging them

Florida: He can actually bake really well and loves to make snacks for the South. He has everyone’s favorite desserts, snacks, and allergies memorized.

Texas: Even though he’d deny it, he really likes cuddling. Whether it be cause someone was cold, sad, or just wanted to. He’s also like the perfect pillow cause he’s one of the biggest states and there’s enough room for quite a few people.

Gov: He really loves snakes so any time he sees one his eyes do the cat thing and he has to keep himself from ranting about that specific species

🔴 - Angsty/Sad

California: He genuinely doesn’t know why most states hate him. He understands some is politics but he doesn’t know why the others do. It affects him so much he’s changed himself so much to get them to like him that very few know what he’s actually like

New York: He keeps up his rude demeanor because he doesn’t wanna get too close to people in fear they’ll leave. He’s terrified of losing people he loves so he chooses to stay away from people. But it eats him up inside that he doesn’t really have anyone so he’s stuck in this cycle of wanting friends but not wanting to lose them

Louisiana: During the Civil War he was so torn between doing what his government wanted and doing what his people wanted. In the end he was forced to help his government through threat of harm. He still has heavy survivors guilt and is tormented by the spirits of his lost people. (I headcanon him as African American and that he can see spirits)

Florida: He puts on a mask that he’s happy all the time but it makes him sad knowing that most of the states are scared of him or hate him. He likes causing chaos cause it’s how his people are but he hates how the other states pull away from him when he does it.

Texas: He likes to act like he’s big and tough and that nothing affects him but it does. Every event in his state, big or small, affects him. The insults some states will throw out. He takes those to heart and truly believes them. He acts like he’s confident but he’s insecure and severely doubts he’ll ever be good enough (Damn that was rougher than I expected it to sound)

Gov: When he first came around as Continental Congress, he had so much work that most nights he didn’t sleep. PA tried to help him but it was just too much. He did that so often that it’s now become a habit. He will work until his body physically can not move anymore, sometimes skipping meals to get it all done

🏡 - Home

California: (I saw this from someone else and I stole it because it was such a good headcanon) When not at the statehouse he lives in a hobbit type house that connects into the surrounding mountain. It’s pretty roomy and he somehow has wifi in there.

New York: Usually at the statehouse cause his room there is bigger than the room in his apartment. He has a small apartment with enough space just for him.

Louisiana: He shares a house with Florida when not at the statehouse (literally married) it’s a decent sized one story house. They share one room and the others are used for shenanigans. They live away from most people so their yard is until they get to another house.

Florida: Usually the statehouse or the house he shares with Loui

Texas: He’s usually not at the statehouse. He has a ranch and a lot of land with it. He’s usually gone taking care of his horse Janie and his dog Buck. The ranch consists of his main house, a shed, and a barn with a stable. Think of a stereotypical barn then make it a light brown

Gov: This man almost never leaves his office. When he does he lives at the statehouse. He can not afford to leave them alone in the same house

🧵 - Hobbies

California: Surfing, skateboarding, hiking, basically most out door activities plus drawing, cooking, playing drums or guitar, and singing

New York: This man absolutely loves fashion. He also likes drawing, cooking and “gardening”

Louisiana: Cooking, (literally all of them can cook I’m so sorry) singing, playing instruments, dancing, and writing

Florida: Baking, dancing, singing, playing guitar and drums, causing chaos, swimming, and scaring the states with how much he actually knows

Texas: Baking, actual gardening, crochet, trick riding, shooting targets, and playing with his dog

Gov: Writing, drawing, hiking or going on walks, biking

🗣️ - Social

California: He’s pretty friendly with most people he meets and likes talking with people on social media platforms (he definitely has tumblr)

New York: He rarely talks to other people and actively avoids it

Louisiana: He treats everyone he meets like family and everyone loves him

Florida: He likes talking to random strangers about the things that interest them but when it comes to the states he actively tries to find a way to make it into a joke

Texas: He has a bit of social anxiety but it’s mostly in crowds where it’s a lot harder to escape. He enjoys talking to the other states about sports and stuff but he also likes talking to New Jersey about gardening

Gov: This man is so awkward, it’s great. The only social interaction he’s had is with politicians and the states. He can be professional no problem but the moment it comes to casual conversation he blanks. He mainly lets the person he’s talking to rant to him about things. The states actually go to him and rant about any and everything cause they know he won’t tell them to shut up

[mugzymiik]

my tpc headcanons bc why not :D

SOME CHARS I DONT HAVE TOO MANY FOR (IF I HAVE ANY FOR THEM AT ALL) :sob::sob::sob:

[last updated: may 14, 2024]

main chars:

caretakers:

Cube:

trans FtM

he and Lythorus have absolutely been down bad for each other in the past but they never brought it up at all (until really recently now they kis!!!! they kiss!!!!! they kissy k)

REALLY likes cats

has a pretty good tolerance to the cold. all cubes do (in my headcanons anyway) but his is especially great

used to have really bad control over his strength (he and Lythorus HAVE had a pillow fight in the way past and Lyth got smacked into the wall on complete accident)

back when he and Lythorus started dating he tried to rest his head on top of Lythorus's as a way of affection and he proceeded to get stabbed by the spike

Iris:

has a really deep voice. but at the same time he somehow also sounds like a really tired teenager who works retail

Pentellow:

has a british accent

also knows a frightening amount of very unsettling fun facts

shes the tallest out of the non-monster caretakers (so herself, Iris and Cube). why? fuck you. fuck you is why /HEVJ/VSILLY

Pyrare:

he "talks with his hands" >:] i stole this hc from a friend btw/hj/lhj (hi Tea /silly)

he and Ketches are close friends i also stole this hc :3

heroes:

Cyan:

likes to follow people around!!! and also doesnt like being left alone for long periods of time

Orange:

eepy lil guy :D

Tsavorite and him are each other's impulse control. ofc its mostly Orange whos keeping Tsavorite from walking straight into a landmine (/j ofc) but they keep each other out of trouble (most of the time at least)

if bored enough but not eepy enough to take a nap or smth he CAN AND WILL end up somewhere thatll have everyone wondering "HOW DID HE GET THERE-"

Tsavorite:

genderfluid and uses any pronouns. :3c he? yes! they? yes! she? yes! literally any neopronoun(s)? HELL YEAH!!!

also has a british accent

constantly compares Orange to an actual orange (teasingly ofc)

very alert, but "backwards". like. he'll be able to notice a cool beetle from 5 feet away but wouldnt be able to tell you where Orange headed off to despite being right next to him just a few seconds ago

shows affection thru hugs and pokes. basically just. physical touch

adding onto the last one!!! if he cant be physically affectionate they will just give random ass gifts :D

knows a lot abt physical weapons to the point where its honestly a littol unnerving because hOW DOES HE KNOW ABT ALL THIS-

the shortest out of all the Heroes once theyre all matured. and theyre so pissed abt it to this day /silly

actually really likes horror elements in media

can hold intense eye contact for extended periods of time without blinking (and has intimidated multiple people with it on complete accident)

can and will fistfight someone over chicken nuggets btw

HATES the snow. and all the other Heroes tease them (/aff) abt it ever since they all found out bc "we thought you loved EVERYTHING"

owns a shitton of pins i dont take criticism on this one sorry /vlh

does NOT care for formalities. like. at all. like say if he met a "King Guy" he wouldnt say "King Guy" hed just say "Guy"

Gold:

knows Spanish and PSL (Paradisian Sign Language). this is a hill i will die on/j

has bit Tsavorite multiple times for holding him BUT Tsav didnt really care so he eventually just got used to it and now theyre besties :)

tall. tall fuck. everyones confused asf bc hes not physically related to Pyrare so he couldnt get those kinda """genes""" but hes still REALLY fuckin tall (when matured ofc)

does NOT like water AT ALL (self-projection beam GO/j)

VERY SNAKE-LIKE!!! he can hiss. he has fangs. and hes more sensitive to chilly weather and the cold than most other shapes

despite his sensitivity to cold weather he does love snow

whenever hes nervous and/or anxious he just starts singing random songs but in a purposely bad way (haha what do uou Mean im self projecting um)

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Cyanide:

has multiple songs pirated on herself. i do not take criticism/j

tall for an unmatured hero :3c

gets attached to people very very easily, but mostly people who show her even just an ounce of kindness :(

whenever she's trying to "hide something", she uses very detailed language,,for example, if she did something like sneaking out or smth she'd say "greetings" instead of just "hi" or "hello"

"lags" more whenever its hot out

being ANYWHERE around her at ANY point in time is a BIG fuckin risk because she can play Never Gonna Give You Up/Whistle/that stickbug gif on herself on command /SILLY

groups:

chipzel:

Purpex:

i dont have any for her as of rn D:

Marcle:

really likes chicken nuggets. its really random but she LOVES chicken nuggets

Squadril:

is CONSTANTLY called short by Purpex and Marcle + everybody in all the other groups (teasingly ofc)

bossfight:

Cintagon:

Round <3

is absolutely dating Circumsphere

bisexual and also polyamorous :D if he was given the choice between getting his dead wife back or staying with Circumsphere he would choose both with ZERO hesitation

Circumsphere:

i dont have any rn :[

danimal cannon:

Quintagon:

very strong for a pentagon (once when she n Hexagram were younger she hit him and he had a big ass bruise for a few days)

Hexagram:

has a very bad obsession with vikings, which is why his corrupt form has a "viking"-ish look

Polyhedron:

i got none rn :<

big giant circles:

Circumuscle:

doesnt swear very often so when he does its a shock to everyone/lhj

a big softie! to those he deeply cares abt tho

he has to be gentle whenever he hugs someone bc hes gonna break someones back someday if he isnt/lhj

Rincle:

IS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF CIRCUMUSCLE SWEARING-WISE if she is given a single chance to say Fuck she WILL absolutely take it with zero hesitation at all/lhj

Spheer:

they and Circumuscle have an "older brother + younger sibling" dynamic

has a british accent as well

Cirtunda:

i dont got any for her either D:

other:

Lythorus:

very distractible

also said in Cube's section; he and Cube were absolutely down bad for each other in the past but never actually acknowledged it (untill recently now they smooch)

aquatic flower (explained further in the world-wise "shape related" section)

has a VERY bad fear of insects

hes 6ft. and he and Cube have a running joke with this using his name as a measurement. something's exactly 12ft tall? its 2 Lythoruses tall actually/j/lhj

Heli:

nonbinary!!! and uses he/she/they pronouns :D

he and Ketches r like,,partners. take that in any way possible

has the ability to form a body beneath her, buuuut she prefers to fly

a sweetheart through and through. but when/if they do decide to get silly and start teasing people sometimes he accidentally takes it way too far

Ketches:

absolutely has a "pirate" accent r u kidding me/lhj

also has the ability to form a body like Heli

is an uncle figure to Gold

can honk. not like a duck i mean like a boat. "WOOAOAOAOAORRRR" <- that kinda honk

corrupts:

Dub:

he can purr. i dont take criticism sorry/hj/lhj

he and Barracuda were gay as FUCK i will DIE on this hill istg/lhj

took guitar classes before he and Cuda went pinksauced

left a seat in the tower's "main room" just in memory of Barracuda. little does he actually know--/lhj

Barracuda:

is actually a ghost rn!! after Dub escaped from the seal he just roams around the tower and also occasionally chills next to Dub (even if Dub cant see him at all + has no idea he's even there)

Cubic:

bitch

he and Lycanthropy have BEEF for some godforesaken reason

Cube HAS tried to stick up to him once in the dreamscape(??? is that whats its called???) but Cubic IMMEDIATELY shot him down using a threat against Cyan

Ajaceare:

idk rn D:

George:

his spikes are different from other flowers'; most flower's spikes are pretty sharp, but his never sharpened from childhood, and thus are a little "dull-ended"

Hexacrigon:

idk for her either rn

Cintagram:

manipulative as FUCK. the only person he hasnt ever lied to is Circumcannon

speaking of which. he and Circumcannon still kiss/lhj

Circumcannon:

no ideas,,again😭😭😭

Hexadic:

same as all the others

Lycanthropy:

the only thing keeping he and Cubic from fistfighting each other every time they see each other is that they both know that 1) Dub WILL somehow find out and WILL get their asses and 2) Cubic is strong enough to actually kill Lycanthropy if they fight too hard. and Cubic doesnt wanna fling himself into boiling hot water (not literally ofc) + Lycanthropy doesnt wanna die to THIS bitch's hand

a lot of the other corrupted flowers see him as a "general"/"commander" due to Lythorus being leader of the (uncorrupted at least) flowers

should NOT be trusted with any kind of powertools ever

he can go fuckin insane on the drums

Circubit:

pretty close friends with Macabre

would absolutely dj in his spare time

world-wise hcs:

shape related:

spheres are the speediest out of all the shapes

cubes have a natural resistance to the cold

some flowers have the ability to live entirely underwater, its kinda like a "subtype" for them; theyre often referred to as "aquatic flowers"

flowers have fangs :3c chompers even!!!

spheres are the most likely out of any other shape "species" to be able to grow hair

flowers are naturally tall as shit!!!

flowers' spikes arent as "sharp" when theyre young- they "sharpen up" quite a bit as they get older, though

adding onto the last one, aquatic flowers' spikes are a little more on the duller side

other/unrelated to anything else:

some shapes dont have a "combat ability"

all of the group members of a certain area have meetups sometimes, and occasionally ALL of the groups meet up as a whole (pretty rare considering the size of Paradise, but it still happens at times!)

all the heroes have an odd obsession with going in and out of windows instead of doors. there could be an open door right next to a window and any one of them would still open the window and go right out of it

[emyluwinter]

Can you image Malleus, Leona, Vil or Floyd get of there Tsum tsum getting Yuu ( doesn't matter she or he) or Malleus and Leona Tsum tsum get into a fight a yuu stop them

Ahahaha. I imagined that animation with a cloud from the "Room" function in the game at the thought of a tsum tsum fight. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Yuu is a girl here.

To stop tsum tsum Malleus and tsum tsum Leona, tsum tsum Yuu just need to….. either lie down between them or just stand up. Because neither side intends to accidentally kill tsum tsum Yuu. Or hurt. And secondly, they will get a wild scolding from other tsum tsums.

If you need Yuu to stop tsum tsum. She just takes everyone and presses them on both sides of her chest and, if possible, just go to bed to calm them down. Tsum tsum Leona, although he continues to hiss and discontentedly beat his tail on Yuu's hand, but eventually calms down. Tsum tsum Malleus is distracted by the fact that Yuu offers him to take off his hat so that it does not crumple while the three of them lie and rest. Usually Yuu discusses something that happened during the day and tsum tsum give their mute reaction for a conversation. Both tsum tsum receive a modest kiss on their round foreheads and cheeks for good behavior.

Both Malleus and Leona are not sure why their tsum tsums smell like Yuu and why they have kiss marks on their face.

Tsum tsum Leona as the most brazen ass once stole a blanket from Yuu and practically carried it to Leona's room. Until Yuu came running and took the "loot". Tsum tsum Leona was very displeased with the Prefect and hissed at her very menacingly. The Savanaclaw dorm is still wondering what the hell Yuu is not afraid of Leon nor his tsum tsum. Although even the small animals avoided, of tsum tsum Leona

Do I understand correctly that you wanted to see the interaction of these Malleus, Leona, Vil or Floyd with tsum tsum Yuu?

I think I'll try to write briefly on each of them.

Vil

Fight with me, but I'm sure that Vil has definitely corrected all the errors in the clothes and appearance of tsum tsum Yuu. And also dressed them in a small version of the Pomfiore uniform while waiting for Yuu to have the Prefect pick up her tsum tsum. It was like dressing up a little doll toy, only alive. It is quite possible that tsum tsum Yuu was shamelessly kissed and received all the hugs behind closed doors from the world model. Tsum tsum were extremely embarrassed, but they didn't mind.

-Do you represent, tsum tsum Prefect?This obnoxious photographer kept trying to make me turn my body into such a ridiculous pose, am I a puppet to him?!And these spirits!They know that I can't stand the smell of the infusion of these herbs!It's too harsh and smelly, no refinement!Ah..I'm so tired of these idiots… Vil complained to tsum tsum Yuu knowing that they wouldn't tell anyone anything and then buried his face in their soft belly like a pillow. Tsum tsum Yuu encouraged the Leader of the dorm by patting their little paws on the head. Once Vil walked around the dorm and noticed that his uniform, or rather the hem, was clinging to something or had somehow become heavier than usual. Gracefully turning around, he saw tsum tsum Yuu who were sitting on the hem thereby "traveling behind him"

-Hey. Tsum tsum, am I a taxi for you?!

Tsum tsum Yuu were definitely very happy with this "trip"

Also we have a photo where Tsum tsum Yuu sleeps in his "crown" curled up in a round ball.At the same time, tsum trained a bud of peonies somewhere and strewed almost his entire room. Vil does not show this photo to anyone and carefully keeps it in a secret folder only for himself. Once Vil witnessed Yuu and Epel unsuccessfully searching for tsum tsum Epel. And then tsum tsum Yuu appeared holding tsum tsum Epel like a mother cat of her obnoxious kitten.

Leona

Absolutely not thrilled with tsum tsums. Seriously, he is not particularly eager to mess around with children and not get along.

(Yuu's comments - actually, you don't really get along with your peers either, but here we are f*cking here)

And now also the tsum tsum Herbivore? Okay, this tsum tsum usually just comes with him to take a nap. Although the leader of the dorm is definitely surprised by the fact that tsum tsum Yuu easily finds him. Definitely tsum tsum Yuu loves to climb on his chest and doze right on the neckline. Is tsum tsum ashamed?Definitely not. When he teased Yuu with this, he witnessed how much she could blush and sigh heavily. something to say that "it was necessary to rush into the mine under the pickaxe or let the eels her drown themselves…"

"You know the herbivore, that's all you need. need to voice what you want from me?~"

"Herbivore, do you really want to sleep with me right like this?Do I need to take off the "up" of my clothes?"

Once tsum tsum Yuu started messing with the lion's "mane" and Leona, in principle, was not against these little paws removing leaves or grass from his hair. Only here he did not expect that tsum tsum Yuu would make him a luxurious pigtail and after enjoying his work, he would go into a jump on his four paws.

"Why don't you take care of my mane yourself if that's what you want, herbivore?Only you need to be prepared for the consequences…"

Yeeeeeah, it added a bunch of topics and opportunities for teasing the poor Prefect…

Malleus

Secretly wants cough to kidnap, or steal to take care of cough to make friends with this little unknown creature. Definitely careful when handling little tsum tsum Yuu, because he doesn't want to hurt. Fed berries and cookies tsum tsum Yuu at the first meeting, thinking that he could win the trust of "yummy" No, Malleus, Tsum tsum are not animals… Tsum tsum Yuu absolutely fearlessly climbs onto Malleus' shoulder and pokes his tiny nose into his cheek. When this Gothic dragon is attacked by melancholy or sadness that he was not invited somewhere again. He's definitely getting better from this little care from tsum tsum Yuu. For tsum tsum Yu, there is now a separate pillow on Malleus' bed where they can safely take a nap in secret from everyone. Although it looks more like a nest. Draconia is very amused when tsum tsum Yuu tries to touch the screen of his Gaogao Dragon keychain with his paw when he is playing. He thinks that these two would definitely become friends. Tsum tsum Yuu can listen to Malleus for hours on end. Sometimes he only steals cookies from the living room or fruit to take a break for a snack. And sometimes she also brings something to eat for the prince. After a little bit of magic, Malleus made a uniform for the Yuu of the dormitory of the Diasomnia. Tsum tsum Yuu made a cute pose to "project" in front of him. And let yourself be photographed from all sides. Malleus now wants to see the Prefect in his dorm uniform.

Floyd

Now he has two *cough* toys *cough* tsum tsum with which to play?

Oh, yes, I'm sorry, there are three of them now….Riddle, just run..

His was incredibly surprised that tsum tsum Yuu is not going to give up so easily to him and fights very well against both of them. Floyd received a mark in the form of a trace of tsum tsum Yuu's hand on his cheekbone. And another one in the shape of a small shoe, but already on the forehead. It was a good shot. Floyd appreciated that there was so much strength in such a small creature. And all because Floyd wanted to compress tsum tsum Yuu as an accordion and in general try all the ways of "compression". Tsum tsum Yuu stole his earring in some unknown way as revenge, until a surprised Jade pointed it out in the evening in their common room. Floyd was in shock, and then he laughed for 15 minutes from fun. This tsum tsum with their soft, fast paws!Little round thief! Tsum tsum Yuu gave the earring to Azul under his dumbfounded face. (Azul also got a nice old coin) Tsum tsum Yuu definitely knows no fear and are very determined against their abusers…

[borathae]

ok finally doing this after a nap

Chapter 3

What is wrong with me *me 24/7, ALSO YES WHAT WAS ALL THAT???

Ever since you set foot into this estate, your brain went into a total frenzy YES EXACTLY AND it seems like she can remember hmmm

Why does everything here look so ancient? YOU NEED TO READ FANFICS to learn to live (except we dont get lucky yn parts just the unlucky embarrassing parts but thank god we aint dying every 5 chapter like yn)

You remember drinking one glass of wine. the said glass of wine:

It is totally normal to forget your date’s name after sleeping in his guestroom never been on a date, but i forgot someone's name after sitting next to them all day and realized after class while talking to bestie and had to wait till attendance next day -_-

ok the door is still locked. he told her to keep them locked and she did, but opened it for a sec and locked it again during the night. and the entire teleporting happened. this is a bit confusing hmmm. like opening it for a sec caused the change, but she locked it again. then how did they get her inside again? the bruise is there so it means it was real. the lock must have some magic and opening it during night causes it to go away?? i will think later lol

Did you punch your own throat in your sleep oof

Why did he know where to look exactly it wasnt a dream babe

istg im about to bitch slap this bitchless dude (TAE I LOVE U DONT TAKE IT TO THE HEART)

You should take better care of your belongings Kim Taehyung damn

He creeps me out honestly speaking all of them are creepy, yoongi is 10% less

just like that all your worries are wiped away like magic. like magic or with magic 👀👀(were u silent or silenced)

your knees are buckling like crazy THIS WILL BREAK ME THIS IS GONNA BREAK ME

Okay not going to lie, this was kind of cool you know whats more cooler??? jimin feeding his cycle 😂 THAT REMINDS ME OF JIN RIDING THE CYCLE HANDS FREE *fans myself

You snort, “so very humble.” ikr sOoOo HuMbLe

hmm usually you see cats sitting on horses, chilling. yoongles must be a rare kitty

Tell me again, why are you studying?” seriously dude must be bored as fuck to study, or started to forget cuz its beeen toooo looong

hold on what if some old being makes some theories and is "killed/disappeared" and later, with a different identity, studies his own theories in college 😭 and continues with it lol

It earned you a scholarship, it clearly must be well written.” or was it something to bring her to them??? 👀 *sus

The entrance exam stole my sanity from me. Even after a week of completing it I still felt jittery.” what type of students go there? what type of university is that? very weird

sunlight was just too bright for his eyes, DONT BE AN UNCULTURED SWINE, THATS WHEN UR SUPPOSED TO TWITCH AND SAY I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Emma left, she won’t come back again EMMA DIED FOR SURE OOF

It was a clean and painless end whats that supposed to mean mr.dracula?

Taehyung was a man of such humour ikr him in interviews 😭

Taehyung knew such peculiar stories about places and that doesnt seem weird???

the rain part was soo cute it could me giggling and listening too still with you

wow the honesty was cool, though there is many secrets, some parts feels really raw.

we are both pick-me girls then BAHAHA PLS *starts playing pd48 pick me

they are so cute im gonna die

(the way i started slightly mad at tae and then ended up simping, sighs)

THEY ARE GONNA HAVE ANOTHER DATE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

i cant wait for 2seokkook's pov and her talking to them woohoo

i love how smoothly its written, like everything just flows nicely, the scenes and dialogues, its like those nice cozy well directed movies that you watch with pillows and blanket and rested face, body and mind

its only been 3 chapters, obviously the suspense wouldnt make me grip my pillow yet but its already made me clutch my blanket/pearls lol

jjdafjs it took me so long to figure out how the wine pic happened HAHAHA this is such a funny idea help fjadjfs 😭😂

What is wrong with me *me 24/7, ALSO YES WHAT WAS ALL THAT???

ISTFG WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS ESTATE???

Ever since you set foot into this estate, your brain went into a total frenzy YES EXACTLY AND it seems like she can remember hmmm

like the suspicion is growiinnggg

Why does everything here look so ancient? YOU NEED TO READ FANFICS to learn to live (except we dont get lucky yn parts just the unlucky embarrassing parts but thank god we aint dying every 5 chapter like yn)

it doesn't make sense to you yet probably but I wanna be SA!OC so bad jfasdjf

It is totally normal to forget your date’s name after sleeping in his guestroom never been on a date, but i forgot someone's name after sitting next to them all day and realized after class while talking to bestie and had to wait till attendance next day -_-

girliepop me all the time, I forget names so easily (the same with song titles FAFAJDS like I kid you not I even forgot BTS song titles sometimes like it's so bad)

ok the door is still locked. he told her to keep them locked and she did, but opened it for a sec and locked it again during the night. and the entire teleporting happened. this is a bit confusing hmmm. like opening it for a sec caused the change, but she locked it again. then how did they get her inside again? the bruise is there so it means it was real. the lock must have some magic and opening it during night causes it to go away?? i will think later lol

hmhmhmhm interesting theory indeed mhmhmmh or perhaps 👀 someone made her lock the door again and then think everything was just a dream 👀 mhmhmhm

You should take better care of your belongings Kim Taehyung damn

"belongings" LIKE THE ICK

He creeps me out honestly speaking all of them are creepy, yoongi is 10% less

JFJADSJF YES jhfahsdhf I agree fjadjfa

just like that all your worries are wiped away like magic. like magic or with magic 👀👀(were u silent or silenced)

INDEED LIKE WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER???

Okay not going to lie, this was kind of cool you know whats more cooler??? jimin feeding his cycle 😂 THAT REMINDS ME OF JIN RIDING THE CYCLE HANDS FREE *fans myself

omg hahahaha this scene 😭😭 he is such a goof I love him 😭😭 Seokjin is honestly so hot I need to inhale him

hmm usually you see cats sitting on horses, chilling. yoongles must be a rare kitty

*cries* he is indeed a kitty

Tell me again, why are you studying?” seriously dude must be bored as fuck to study, or started to forget cuz its beeen toooo looong

LMOAOAO FOR REAL LIKE FADHF couldn't be mE FJASDJF

hold on what if some old being makes some theories and is "killed/disappeared" and later, with a different identity, studies his own theories in college 😭 and continues with it lol

👀 interesting ohohooh

It earned you a scholarship, it clearly must be well written.” or was it something to bring her to them??? 👀 *sus

OOOOOH IMAGINEEEEE 👀👀

The entrance exam stole my sanity from me. Even after a week of completing it I still felt jittery.” what type of students go there? what type of university is that? very weird

IT IS INDEED VERY WEIRD ALL OF IT 👀

sunlight was just too bright for his eyes, DONT BE AN UNCULTURED SWINE, THATS WHEN UR SUPPOSED TO TWITCH AND SAY I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

lmaoaooaoao in her defence I have really sensitive eyes too and can barely stay in the sun without my eyes ACHING jfadsjfj so it IS possible

Emma left, she won’t come back again EMMA DIED FOR SURE OOF

👀 mhmhmhmmh

It was a clean and painless end whats that supposed to mean mr.dracula?

LIKE HELLO WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER????

Taehyung was a man of such humour ikr him in interviews 😭

I love him 😭😭

Taehyung knew such peculiar stories about places and that doesnt seem weird???

kfadjsfasj she is just here for a good time not a long time lmaooa

wow the honesty was cool, though there is many secrets, some parts feels really raw. they are so cute im gonna die (the way i started slightly mad at tae and then ended up simping, sighs) THEY ARE GONNA HAVE ANOTHER DATE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

fjadjfjad I love how you switched instnatly JFJADSJF THIS IS SO ME WHEN SANGUIS TAE FJADSJFJ

i love how smoothly its written, like everything just flows nicely, the scenes and dialogues, its like those nice cozy well directed movies that you watch with pillows and blanket and rested face, body and mind. its only been 3 chapters, obviously the suspense wouldnt make me grip my pillow yet but its already made me clutch my blanket/pearls lol

gaaah thank youuu <3 I'm so happy that you're having such a good time with it heheheh istfg I love reading your comments, they're so awesome heheheh 🥺😭💜💜

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Based on IRL 5SOS Things (2) Masterlist

part one

Fetus

a chalk outline on a playground blacktop (ao3) - whiskeytantrums michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Michael's always had a habit of making Luke cry.

How Do You Not Like FIFA? (ao3) - DontGetTooCloseItsDarkInside michael/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: “How do you not like FIFA?” Michael asked Ashton, trying to keep the scandalized tone out of his voice. It wasn't working.

“What?” Ashton asked in confusion.

Hair

Back in Black (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Luke was standing in the hotel bathroom and Ashton was smiling like a maniac. Luke saw in his hand supplies that he thought Ashton had left at home. Ashton’s hair was faded red, really an orange to a red that they had let fade to almost nothing. That and he had left his hair dye in their house. Luke was staring at the box in his hands, it was not red but instead black.

“No.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

or how not to dye your hair black

Red (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Luke saw the box of red hair dye in their bathroom. He also saw the bottle of developer sitting next to one of the nice bowls from the kitchen with a plastic fork in it. He also saw the white towel with a single streak of red dye on it.

The red was far too concentrated to be mixed up yet. Luke had time to figure out what was happening.

or how not to dye your own hair.

Until the Water Runs Clear (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke T, 777

Summary: Michael asks Luke to help him dye his hair

Keeks

Smile for me babe (ao3) - Directioner_Jcats_5sosfam michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: Luke his homesick and sad, and Michael makes him smile

Wabi-Sabi (ao3) - merlypops michael/ashton T, 2k

Summary: 'Ashton remembers how his smile softened then and he pressed a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, and Ashton remembers how the tiny, sad sigh that escaped Michael hurt him more than the hate online ever could.'

Michael can't see how wonderful he is and Ashton does his best to change his boyfriend's mind.

Interviews

"Maybe a little farm... some pigs" (ao3) - Directioner_Jcats_5sosfam Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton G, 1k

Summary: Luke and Michael are dating, and Ashton thinks Luke is ready for marriage and settling down. What does Luke thinks about it?

peace (ao3) - no_clue_who ot4 G, 1k

Summary: Calum could see Michael was tired.

He could tell Michael was reaching his limit on being out, the interviews had dragged on and they all were tired. But Calum could tell Michael was really tired. He watched as Michael grabbed the cat pillow and started to pull back from the conversation. Michael was very tired.

stolen shirts/hearts (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum T, 6k

Summary: There's a sort of inevitability that comes with being in this band. A set of concrete circumstances that never seems to change. They annoy each other to hell, they know every last thing about each other, Calum is in love with Luke, and Luke always steals Calum's clothes. 

That's the way it is. That's the way they all know it is, except maybe Luke, who might be ignorant to the third thing on the list.

tongue tied by words (ao3) - strxngersagain Luke/Calum G, 4k

Summary: “Are you wearing my shirt?” 

Luke glances down at his chest, the Led Zeppelin t-shirt he found in Calum’s room hangs from his shoulders. “I thought this was yours?” He says, glancing at Calum. “So did I.” Calum shrugs, his fingers still lingering on Luke’s thigh, eyes on the TV. “Bro,” Ashton groans. “I already have to deal with you stealing my shit.” He points at Calum, whose eyes still don’t leave the TV. “But now you too?!”

or

5 times luke stole calum's clothes, and 1 time calum stole luke's

Too hot for Mexico (ao3) - niallistoocute102030 T, 602

Summary: 5SOS are currently on tour in Mexico when the heat causes Ashton to pass out.

Based on the interview where Michel said Ash passed out which now isn't on Youtube.

Pictures

Hold You Tight Straight Through The Daylight (ao3) - harrehsbutterfly G, 890

Summary: Drabble about Luke being ill, based off a photo I saw, where he basically looked really pale and shaky.

Robe Men (ao3) - azalea_21 michael/ashton N/R, 835

Summary: Just a lil fic about based on the picture 5SOS tweeted with Michael and Ashton in robes.

Songs/Music Videos

it's not the end of the road (ao3) - rocketshiptospace michael/luke T, 8k

Summary: Luke is a CEO. Michael owns a hot dog stand. Their friends like to meddle a lot.

Lyrics (ao3) - paperstorm michael/luke T, 4k

Summary: Michael writes Jet Black Heart for Luke.

Superbloom (ao3) - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 3k

Summary: Ashton brings Calum a CD.

Talk Fast (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: "What is it about then, huh? What is the fucking line 'won't last I'm ok with that' about?" Luke said, blinking back tears. He just wanted to hear Ashton say it, say that he didn't love Luke the way Luke loved him. "What does it mean?"

"It's only a matter of time." Ashton said. His voice was shaking.

"It's only a matter of time till what Ashton?"

or how not to write a song about your relationship

Wrapped (ao3) - stelleshine michael/luke, luke/others E, 17k

Summary: Michael wrote 'Wrapped Around Your Finger' for Luke, and decides to tell him that - repeatedly - backstage after their show, with Luke pressed up against a wall. From there, feelings happen.

Other

it’s like a go-gurt (ao3) - orphan_account G, 905

Summary: What if Luke actually drank the tzatziki sauce?

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

tagged by @postwarlevi!!! i wanted to reblog but it got long so i'm making a new thread 😅

this is so cute 🥺🥺 any chance to talk about katvi i'll take it (✿◡‿◡)

1. who is the better cook?

him for sure, although neither of us are too big of a fan of cooking. i think he just tolerates it more than i do, although i do think there are some recipes he legitimately enjoys

2. who takes longer showers?

me. idk if its the adhd but i tend to forget how much time i spend in there and before i know it, he has to poke his head into the bathroom as a passive aggressive way of telling me that i stole all the hot water 😭

3. who is more organized?

him for sure. a point of contention with us is that i'm way too messy and it drives him through the roof. some boundaries had to be established and while it still makes him grumpy sometimes, he respects my space

4. who generally spends more money?

neither? technically me because if i get fixated on something, i'll tend to impulse shop but usually limit it to small-ish things or wait until they're on sale! he likes buying specialty teas and coffees and sometimes those can get kinda pricey, so i think we roughly break even

5. who likes sleeping in more?

hmm. i think this is difficult to answer because we both suffer from pretty bad insomnia. i think if it's who ends up sleeping in for longer, it's me. i'm the type that'll take like 4-5 hours to fall asleep but i can stay asleep once the sun rises (which is incredibly annoying) his insomnia is the type where he can get shut-eye for like 20 minutes at a time, which usually translates to him getting out of bed as soon as the sun starts to rise regardless of if he slept or not

6. who is the better driver?

im a passenger princess (✿◡‿◡) but also because driving gives me anxiety because i've gotten into accidents before, so he just does it for me, so it's levi for sure

7. who is the most stubborn?

hard to say. i think me. he usually gives in first because he gets way too irritated and is just like "whatever".

8. who is the most romantic?

neither 👁️👄👁️ at least not in the traditional sense. maybe me because i'm a sucker for romantic sunset walks (✿◡‿◡) but also him because sometimes he'll leave cute little notes around the house for me and it makes me melt (i have a little collection of them :3)

9. who is more laid back?

me. i think he's overall more extra or particular than i am. and this isn't in regards to him needing clean spaces. that's fine. i'm talking about the extra amount of work he constantly puts into every little thing, especially when it comes to house projects or even picking out toys for the cats. whereas i'm just kinda like...as long as it's not doing harm, convenience is king

10. who is more likely to ask for directions?

me. and it's a silly reason. like yes, i'm directionally confused a lot but i think levi would want to just. wander around and hope we get unlost and i'm not interested in doing that.

11. who is the blanket hog?

also me 😅 i get very fitful when my insomnia acts up, which usually translates into me wanting to hug something (why, you ask? no idea), whether it's him, a pillow, my plushie, or (in most cases), the blanket.

12. who is more likely to lose their phone?

him. he's technologically confused, which translates him to just not really using his phone unless he has to. it also means he's shit at answering texts on time >:(

13. who initiated the first kiss?

him because i was too shy 😅 i still thought it was some kind of joke as to why he was even interested in me, so i never really made a move.

14. who fell in love first?

hard to say. probably me since i was crushing on him forever, but he was the one that reached out and started stuff soooooo who knows

15. who planned the honeymoon?

him, mostly? he decided what we wanted to do. he was very extra about it, wanting to make it worth our money and get like the maximum amount of r&r with the least amount of stress, which i lowkey appreciated sm 😭 i was the one that did all the booking and reservations tho lol

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[cxffeereid]

You have a “growth”, and his name is Eddie.

Soft!Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warnings: Implied smut (no actual smut)

Overview: A cute morning with Eddie after being away from him.

AN: This is my first fan fic I am posting of Eddie! I have more to come as well, I hope you all like this cute fluffy one shot! <3

Word Count: 762

You and Eddie finally get together after you both confirmed your feelings for each other in a very drunken state at Steve’s house party a few months back.

Now you are both glued together, one isn’t far from the other. Always together, never apart for more than a day until you were. You were out on a family business trip, and unfortunately Eddie couldn’t come. Now you are back, he is clinging onto you for dear life.

The night you came home from the trip, Eddie was already waiting to pick you up to take you back to your second home, he missed you that much. In the morning, you woke up in-tangled with your boyfriend's tall frame and had to use the bathroom. After freeing most of your body, you left the bed but a pair of sleepy arms grabbed your waist.

“Where are you going.. it’s so warm and nice here.. please come back..” He pouted as his face was covered by most of his hair. “I haven’t been able to sleep like that in weeks..” He sounded so sad, sleepy that your heart melted.

You giggled, looking at him in awh and sat back into the bed. He gently rubbed your hip as he laid his head on the pillow, looking at you through his hair.

“I need to pee babe.. and food, I’ll cook us something real good..” You get up again, as he huffs slowly getting out of bed himself to light up a cigarette. You opened his bedroom door to see Wayne already up, as you slipped into the bathroom.

As you were leaving the bathroom, Eddie quickly reattached himself to your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

“Good morning, Wayne! Been a few weeks since I saw you last..” You chuckle as Eddie mumbled. It was probably about how long you were away for.

“Good morning, sweet. How did you sleep? and yeah, your father told me about his trip before you left.” Wayne said as he looked up from his newspaper.

He continued to say; “and I see you have a growth on you… called Eddie” He chucked at his joke as you do too. Eddie groans slightly, biting you a little.

“Hey now.. I know you are hungry but don’t bite me..”

“That’s not what you said last-” Eddie was cut off before he could continue.

“Breakfast! Would you like anything cooked? I was thinking of making waffles and pancakes” You offered Wayne as you reached a hand around to play with Eddie’s bedhead.

Wayne chuckled at the fact you shut down that statement, and how his nephew was acting like a cat with you petting his hair. You were also sure that he was gently purring like one too.

Wayne declined the polite offer as he was going out early this morning. Eddie’s position still holding your waist, looking at his uncle.

“Eddie baby, as much as I love you clinging onto me, I need to get ready for making our breakfast” He nodded and let go, sitting near his uncle as he fixed his bedhead.

You walked back into the bedroom to find your socks as you forgot to put them on before going to the toilet, as your feet were getting a little cold.

“I’m real happy for ya, Ed..” Wayne smiled at his nephew as he pats his back, getting up and heading for the door. “You treat ‘em well and keep ‘em. You only met someone like that once..” Eddie nodded and smiled.

“Oh, they are stuck with me until the end of time.” Wayne leaves the trailer as you came out from the bedroom with your socks on now. Eddie just looked at you, hungry but it wasn’t for food.

“Aww, is he gone now? I love talking to your uncle. It’s one of my favourite past times when you are still sleeping” You pouted, playing with the hem of the oversized Metallica t-shirt you stole as pyjamas.

Eddie wandered over to you, acting all innocent until he grabbed you by your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder. He kicked open his door, and flopped you onto the bed, pinning his arms over your head.

You yelped his name in surprise from the sudden moment but before you said anything else, he kissed you deeply. His hands were exploring your body like it was for the first time again.

“Now.. real breakfast time, your dungeon master is hungry..” He uses his leg to kick the bedroom door closed.

[raymondshields]

👾 💫 🎵 🪐 🎁 💬???

👾 - funniest out of context system quote?

"Another morning, another day of deciding I'm only going to wear pajamas today because Al stole all my trousers in an attempt to convince me to wear a kilt." -Edgeworth. Please note that we have since gotten him into a kilt-miniskirt with fishnets and a chain belt no less than four times.

💫 - are there any hobbies you all have?

Apart from the aforementioned writing, we all like Minecraft, although we have to introduce Sailor Kaz to it. We may do that tonight, although he insists that first we clean our living space because, I quote, "all of you live like animals. If you do not allow me to clean this disaster you call a dormitory, I'm moving in with my husbands."

🎵 - what songs remind you of your alters/headmates?

Me / Pale: Breathe by Edguy

Lugonis: Downhome Aphrodite by Seanan McGuire

Albafica: Follow Me Down, also by Seanan McGuire

Southern Star: Don't Fear the Reaper, cover by The Spiritual Machines

Dohko: Cheon Nyeonui Si, by Sangnoksu (Eye of the Tiger was vetoed.)

Edgeworth: From the Ashes by Aurelleah

Sailor Kaz: Saviour by Rise Against. This may change when we subject him to the entirety of Green Day's discography.

Mask: Nintendo Catz theme song.

Nyazu: Unbeatable from the Pokemon soundtrack, cover by Silver Storm.

🪐 - what is headspace like for you?

I already explained the broad strokes for Arda, but we also did rearrange the frontroom recently! Before we had hammocks and Dohko's nest, now we have bunks set into the wall (something like this, as far as set-into-the-wall).

Al replaced his mattress with a hammock, South swapped his out for a nice saltwater pool, and Dohko's got himself a nest. I'm also considering a nest. Sailor Kaz has given up 2/3s of his bed to his cats, and Goni disappeared into a pile of squishmallows and plushies. Edgeworth is Unsure how he wants to decorate, he keeps trying to settle on "not decorating at all" and no one's letting him.

It's a nice work-in-progress that's going to devolve into a pillow fight the next time Nyazu falls into South's pool and gets soaked. I expect South to lose.

🎁 - have you ever bought your alters/headmates things?

[looks at pin collection] [looks at Good and Luck] [looks at the eight DGS figurines that arrived last night in the mail] [looks at the fishscale patterned itabag we're debating getting] [looks at our dice collection]

You Could Say That.

💬 - free space!! tell me about something!

Sailor Kaz is very good at watching his cats. Mask is about the size of an adolescent kitten, and Nyazu is about the same size as Chuu, so he tends to put Mask on the base of his tail and Nyazu near the tip, when they don't end up on his shoulders.

This has not saved anyone because Mask has ended up in South's pool several times. Nyazu is keeping a clean record thusfar. I do not know how long this will last, but Edgeworth and Goni have already gotten into an argument as to who gets to snuggle with Nyazu all night, and Nyazu himself is way too smug about this.

[ask game here!]

[velvetineblue]

things your muse will notice about mine. ( repost, don't reblog. )

what they look like : although his personal style tends toward a darkness ( sometimes even a slight-grungy, purposely disheveled aesthetic? ) , I'd say he's still notably, in contrast, pretty. elegant, 'princely'. catlike, feline... definite pretty boy vibes asjajj. he's lanky; long legs, pianists' hands, thin spindly fingers that can't hide the delicate skeletal structure that lies beneath our skins. slender and sleek rather than broad. but he's very physically active, so muscular definition is apparent, though carried on a lightweight frame. some other notable, distinctive features is he has a prominent nose & prominent dark eyebrows, very defined cheekbones, and sharp canine teefies. he's naturally smirky, with a dry/sardonic expression, sharp observant cat-like eyes, and tends to radiate a sort of devil-may-care casual confidence, with an undertone of mischief .

what they smell like : the shampoo/conditioner & soaps he uses tend to be tea tree, yuzu scented, a little minty, and very-lightly-citrus scents: clean, bright, white... natural, but I feel, almost, medicinal?? but like in a 'traditional medicine' sort of way. there's usually a little bit of product in his hair, so there may be a hint of that modern, polished smell when leaning in close. and he has a habit of chewing cinnamon flavored gum when bored/nervous/etc/all-the-time so there is a undertone of cinnamon & spice from the gum chewed & kept in his pockets . when he wears cologne, he likes sort of fresh scents; things that hearken back to wind-blown laundry left outside on the line to dry; the ocean breeze; an open meadow ... but, he will wear stronger, darker scents with a hint of sharp SPICE in the fragrance notes, for special occasions... like a date night, or something else where you want to leave a strong IMPRESSION .

what they taste like : cinnamon, a little sweet & a little spicy. ( see above~ ^ )

what they sound like : rich and deep and warm, like pouring thick velvety honey. less smooth and more hoarse/raspy when he raises his voice (or is otherwise emotionally affected) . but most of the time, his voice is calm, relaxed... i use his rl faceclaim as his voiceclaim, but i also really love haru from fruit's baskets TONE as an example of how he speaks; very chill and unbothered. quite frank and deadpan, but not ( usually ) unfriendly & cold?? i wish there were more clips i could share to exemplify it !! if there was, i would maybe even consider using dub haru as his voiceclaim bc HE'S SO TAI-CODED IS2FUCJAS. but yeah. there are not many clips out there, so you just gotta watch furuba ok. JUST DO IT !!

what they feel like : sharp. angular. he feels at best like the cool touch of silk on your skin or the cool side of the pillow. the comfort of ice soothing your dry throat on a hot day. he's not soft to the touch and he can't be your heavy weighted blanket of a lover, either. he's not soft like flower petals; and he's not pure muscle and sinew that signifies strength. he's human, warm pumping blood and bone; a lot of bones; angles and edges that you adjust around in the bed in order to cuddle comfortably. an imperfect creature, but when he holds you tight against him, you feel loved so deeply, to the core, the way that only something flawed and empathetic in their flaws can feel.

tagged by : no-one, i stole it, i am a criminal mastermind xoxo tagging : @yaoogui & @wingached & @ofgentleresolve ( for any muses you want !! ) and STEAL IT !!! i wanna read it for all the muses on my dash ... for science.