#they look a bit too young and squishy but i'm getting there

[siennaditbot]

I was adopted and swayed by some nice KP fans so here

Still figuring my style out buuuut they look okay I guess?

Anyway.... I will now officially enter....

The Kimmunity

[bodhrancomedy]

Guess who's on TV!

(Well, iPlayer until the 15th, that's when it airs on BBC One)

Hope Street episode 3.11, let's go!

First of all, I'd say they did me dirty with this picture, but my university ID was exponentially worse.

Onto the spoilers!

Our boy Matthew has arrived in Port Devine, looking a little concerned.

For good reason when he's suddenly confronted by this lad, Dara.

Ah, a fight which Matthew escapes by slipping out of his coat. (Pretty sure this is the take where we ripped it practically in two...)

Dara's questioned, he claims he's never met Matthew in his life. Hmm.

Police do some investigating (and some character stuff) before Dara makes his way to Matthew's mother (Louise)'s house to have a wee showdown.

They both in a gang and Matthew's stolen a gun. Dara needs to get it back...

Matthew's nay having it. "This is my way out. If they want the gun back, they have to let me go."

Another fight. The gun goes off! (Poor Pete and I were convinced after take one to put some padding on. My arm looks bulky because I'm strapped up with squishy stuff and allergic to plasters so it has to be in a sock)

Thank fuck no one was hurt. Dara gets the hell out of dodge -

Leaving Matthew to contemplate his mortality. And other people's, but mostly his own.

"Oh fuck, my bosses are gonna find me and murder me, oh shit. I'm far too young and pretty to die!"

Time for Matthew and Louise to follow Dara's example and get the fuck out of here.

The police are now on the Halbridges' trail, but they discover the phone tracking them and leave it in a field.

Meanwhile, Dara's been arrested for drug dealing. He refuses to talk, clearly nervous.

Ah, what's this on Dara's phone? So Matthew and Dara have been in a relationship for over a year now.

(The poor intimacy coordinator having to walk me through my just about second kiss in my entire life. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth... Pete is a very sweet person. Made it all funny.) ("Relax your hand, Bodh. Just relax it. Open - open your fingers, just let me position your hand.")

They're both working for the same gang. Matthew was given the gun to hold onto by their bosses' and freaked out, running away with the weapon. His plan was to trade his freedom for the gun, but Dara was sent to get it back for the Brazier Brothers, notorious drug runners and gang leaders.

These guys.

Unfortunately, now Dara's had to tell the Brazier Brothers that Matthew is refusing. They're going to kill Matthew and then Dara. Oh no.

But Dara has an idea where they might be hiding.

At the caravan there's a standoff between the police and Halbridges. But when the Braizer Brothers are arrested, they're convinced to come out.

(Side note, my favourite picture of me, ever.)

Oh no, the Halbridges are going to jail and Matthew's regretting his life choices.

Matthew walked off to his new life inside a jail cell.

The end.

(This is where Niall Wright accidently sublexed my shoulder. To be fair to the man, I'd never mentioned it and he took his finger sliding in-between bone like a champ)

Look, it's me!! I was on TV! Bit sad they cut pretty much all the uses of SSE (weren't allowed BSL because we still had to speak the lines), but I got to be queer and Deaf so that's pretty nice.

[starzgaze]

LOVESICK POTENTIAL: sung jinwoo

pairing: yandere!sjw/reader

UNFINISHED incoherent drabble brainrot on yandere!sjw hahaha... this is so unfinished but it fried my brain so badly all i can do is draw this out later because i cant write for long periods of time 😒 also english isn't my first language so this is really ERRR not good also no proofreading we die raw

tw: froth and nothing much

BEFORE THE DUNGEON EVENT:

This era of jinwoo was so cute he looked so squishy I'm biting my bedsheets. This time is the perfect moment where jinwoo gets his reasons on why he's a little cuckoo over [y.name].

Jinwoo always came home covered in bruises and maybe with a dent in his mental health. I mean not only you face life threatening monsters but you also face the words of your fellow hunters that consists of demeaning and degrading your whole existence does horriblewonders to Jinwoo's mental health! After when his mother came out of the picture by falling ill to the Eternal Slumber, Jinwoo had to face the expectations on becoming the breadwinner and help to keep his family a float.

Jinwoo doesn't have ambitions or anything during this time, not when he's too focused on trying to feed Jinah and pay the bills. He's a blank pitiful slate who's being driven by desperation and the promise he made to his mother to take care of his sister. He doesn't have anyone to turn to and he can't tell what he's experiencing to his sister because that'll make her worry for him! Jinwoo doesn't want his sister to flunk her studies because he made her worry for him... so he's basically alone.

Until you come in to the picture. [y.name] one of the few people who saw him as a person instead of some weak pitiful excuse of a hunter. It doesn't really matter how you meet Jinwoo, whether it be through connections, after a dungeon raid, or you randomly meeting him on the street, what matters is how you perceive him as a person and how you turn his miserable world upside down.

When [y.name] entered his life, it felt like a ball of light entered his dim world but not as if [y.name] was extremely energetic or what not. It was more like that [y.name] ignited something within Jinwoo. [y.name] would stop by and talk to Jinwoo, solidifying his self as a person. They would talk about ideals and goals and even encourage Jinwoo to maybe create his own when they found out that he didn't had any of his own. Jinwoo felt so warm inside whenever he'd spent time with [y.name]. He felt so inexplicably happy.

Jinwoo decided that [y.name] is his goal and the driving force of his ambitions.

Jinwoo limped a bit as he walked towards his small apartment he shared with his sister. It was what remained when his mother was sent to the hospital for falling ill. He groaned silently as he clenched his arm that was throbbing in pain. Even after being recently healed by Joohee, he could still feel the pain of his arm being battered to smithereens.

He wondered how many dungeon raids left till he'll perish by the hands of some low ranking monster.

The young man approached his door before suddenly being called out by a familiar voice. Jinwoo turned around and his bleak mood was changed into a more joyful one.

"Jinwoo! I caught 'ya this time!" [y.name] giggled as they skipped over to Jinwoo, a small mischievous smile plastered on their features. Jinwoo chuckled at [y.name]'s words as he admired [y.name]. He wondered what did he do in his life to meet [y.name]

Jinwoo hoped that the next dungeon raid isn't the one where he'll perish by the hands of a monster.

AFTER THE DUNGEON EVENT:

Jinwoo would probably avoid contacting [y.name]. After realizing he has a new opportunity to get stronger. His mental health before wasn't the best, he often thought he was pulling [y.name] back and has this mindset that he didn't deserve any of the kindness he was receiving from anyone especially from [y.name]

But now? he has now the chance to pay them all back by becoming stronger and become someone they can all rely on. So randomly... he'll just disappear from [y.name]'s life randomly. Jinwoo feels horrible but he isn't ready to face [y.name] again but he promises to himself that he'll meet his darling[y.name] soon.

Jinwoo would admire [y.name] from afar and sometimes do this just for the sake of answering to his personal question of: "I wonder how are they doing now?". Jinwoo is aware how much it hurts to [y.name] that he randomly disappeared from their life without a word especially how worried they were for him.

When Jinwoo finally deems he's prepared and worthy enough to face [y.name] he almost forgotten how different he looked when he last met [y.name]. Jinwoo almost scared [y.name] away when a devilishly handsome tall young man approached them with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Thankfully, [y.name] recognized the man from the slightly meek demeanor he showed.

Maybe after a few more meetups and catch ups, [y.name] would notice the many changes on Jinwoo's overall.. being? like aside from the fact he's now built like a sculpture made by the gods, he's more confident and charming?.. Jinwoo of course didn't miss the way how [y.name] would quiet down and stare at Jinwoo, taking note every little different detail on Jinwoo. This fed the hunter's ego and was proud how his hardwork paid off.

While [y.name] was admiring Jinwoo, they didn't notice how Jinwoo added a few of his shadows into [y.name]'s shadow. His love for [y.name] during their absence has doubled a thousand fold and the lengths he'd go for [y.name] is now boundless. Jinwoo's goal of achieving [y.name] might not be impossible anymore if he pushed himself a bit more just like what [y.name] says.

After meeting up with Jinwoo, [y.name] bid the hunter goodbye as they exited the cafe. [y.name] was pleasantly joyful that Jinwoo didn't forgotten about them and met up with them again after a few years but this still didn't made [y.name] pissed off over the fact he basically ghosted them for a few years too!

[y.name] walked down the cold street that was dimly lit up by the lamp posts around the area. They shivered a bit as they tried to warm up their hands by shoving one of them in their trenchcoat's pocket. [y.name] was on their phone when they suddenly bumped into a man by accident.

"ow.. oh? I'm sorry I didn't notice you there I'm really sorr—" [y.name] stammered out as they bowed their head in apology but then they felt a hand pushing them hard enough to be stumble back into a lamp pole, hitting their back pretty hard. The man reached out to [y.name]'s trenchcoat's pocket and pulling out their purse then he ran away with their purse in hand.

"agh! what the- my purse?!" [y.name] yelled as they rubbed their back to ease the throbbing pain as they tried to run after the robber.

Unfortunately for [y.name] he was fast on his feet and after for a while they lost him. [y.name] panted as they decided to not give up yet and looked around the now lightless and eerie street, it seems like the robber ran into a more abandoned side of the city.

[y.name] roamed around the street and would peak occasionally inside of alleyways hoping to catch the man but much to their dismay, they haven't seen any glimpses or hints. They mindlessly walked around, slowly losing hope until they heard a quick shriek then a hard thump from a nearby alleyway. A cold sweat went down their neck as they froze in place... Did something happen?

[y.name]'s eyes narrowed down on the alleyway where they assumed the sound originated from. They contemplated for a bit whether they should check it out before they decided to see what it was, clinging on the possibility it might be their purse. [y.name] slowly peeked their head in the alleyway and immediately gasped at the sight.

The man who stole their purse on floor, wriggling in pain before a dark figure. Froth was coming out of his mouth as dark inky shadows circled around his throat. His ankles looked twisted but in a very unnatural degree that it looked grotesque.[y.name]'s eyes shakily looked at the soon to be a corpse then up to the figure who was holding their purse. They blinked blankly at the figure.. [y.name] recognized him?!

"Jin..woo?..." [y.name] murmured underneath their breath as the figure looked up to see [y.name] who was pretty shaken up. The light finally hits the figure's and it revealed it was indeed Jinwoo... but he had this soulless glint in his eyes that suddenly brighten up at the sight of [y.name]

"ah. [y.name]" He called out as he walked past the struggling man and approached [y.name] who took a step back away from Jinwoo. This made his heart wrench.

"don't. don't move away. it's dangerous at this time, you shouldn't be alone" Jinwoo continued as he was finally in front of a terrified [y.name]

"you shouldve accepted my offer walking you home"

[dream-moonlight]

Maybe next time, maybe in the next life, maybe never.

Warnings: Angst, James being clueless, James Potter x Lily Evans, James Potter x Reader, unrequited love

Was i a fool for falling in love with James Potter of all people? Maybe. Maybe i was. But how could i stop myself when he's so kind and funny to me? How can i resist him when he keeps helping me with my schoolwork despite the many times i told him there was no need? I couldn't. That's the answer. From the moment I've met him, he's been nothing but welcoming, even if i was skeptical of him at first. But it didn't take me long to warm up and see him as the amazing young gentleman he was. That was for me, but not for Lily who hadn't liked him at all because of his loud and way too cheerful personality. I kinda understood her. James could exaggerate at times, but he was trying his best to make everyone around him happy. I appreciated it. I knew he had a crush on Lily. I mean, it was obvious from the way he acted around her. It didn't bother me until i realised i felt something more for him, something way stronger than friendship, so strong that it made my heart beat faster than when we had a test on transfiguration. Lily didn't seem interested in James, rather disturbed instead. So i thought to myself.. why don't i try? I don't need to get straight to the point, I could just try to get closer to him and see where this goes. Maybe it can end in us together? Or maybe i was dreaming too hard.

"Hey, James! Mind coming with me to the library today? You know, for the erbology we have tomorrow. We could just.. review some things. Study some more."

"Ah.. sorry, i can't. I was planning to go ask Lily on a date.. Maybe next time? You can ask Remus to help you! I'm sure he'll be glad to have some company while studying. Wish me luck!"

And with that, he'd run off, not even giving me a chance to say 'bye' or wish him luck in this quest of his. I sighed before turning and walking off in search of Remus. Let's hope he didn't have someone to conquer as well. I really needed help for this test. But hey.. maybe next time we'll be able to study together. Just me and James.

Maybe.

"Good morning, James. Are you feeling alright? I haven't seen you at breakfast and me and the others got a bit worried. Is something wrong?"

I asked after finally finding James outside the castle when he did not show up for breakfast that morning.

"Oh, good morning. Sorry i wasn't there. I had to get some of these flowers for Lily. What do you think? She'll like them right?"

My body stiffened a bit, but I still smiled.

"I'm sure she'll love them, James. They're beautiful."

He chuckled and nodded, looking down at the flowers he had taken with a slight hint of blush on those squishy cheeks of his.

"Just like her.."

He mumbled dreamily as my heart sinked further into darkness.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to Hogsmade with me this weekend to-"

He didn't even give me time to finish that his attention was drawn to something behind me. Or rather someone.

"Sorry! Gotta go! I see Lily over there! Uh- maybe we'll go another time, okay? Next week?"

He said with an excited smile, again, not leaving me the time to answer before he stormed off to Lily.

Alright.. maybe.. maybe next week.

It's been.. how long as it been since this stupid crush started? Way too long, I'll tell you that. I tried everything. I swear.. everything i could possibly think of. But nothing. James was so damn stubborn and set on conquering Lily that he basically ignored all my attempts at hanging out with him. It was like he was obsessed with her. At this point i was getting tired. I didn’t want to hide anymore, i wanted him to know. Even if he rejected me, it didn't matter. At least he would finally get it through his thick skull that there wasn't only Lily in this world.

"James, i need to talk to you."

"Not now, i really need to-"

This time i was the one who didn't let him finish.

"No. Please, it's serious. I need to talk to you now."

He looked at me kinda worried, but he did stop and listened.

"James, i don't really know how to approach this any differently. I've tried many times to make you understand, but you just don't get it."

His worry increased, but now his eyes were filled with curiosity.

"I like you. And not in a friends way.. I really, really like you. I want you to be my boyfriend, James. I want to go on dates with you, give you the love and respect you deserve. I admire you for who you are and i want to show that i appreciate all you've done for me."

His eyes widened, his body stiffening and his heart stopping for a second before his expression turned to.. honestly, it hurts to even say it.

"I'm sorry, but i do not like you that way. I appreciate what you said, but.. listen, i haven't really told this to anyone because i didn't want to ruin my chance, but I've been going out with Lily for a while now, and.. it's really going well, so.."

He stopped, not really knowing if to continue, afraid to hurt me even more than when i was. But i just laughed. I laughed.

"It's fine! I'm not mad at you, James. I'm actually happy."

Liar.

"I'm glad you finally achieved what you desired. And hey. Maybe in the next life we'll be together! Who knows."

I said in a joking tone, letting out a small awkward laugh. How I wished it could be true.

"Yeah.. maybe in the next life."

He said with a small laugh.

"I need to go now. Lily is waiting for me at the black lake. Oh, and.. I'm sorry."

He didn't look sorry at all.

"It's fine. Just go get your girl."

I watched him leave with a smile before it disappeared as quick as it came, replaced by a sad frown.

Maybe in the next life.

Maybe never.

[artemismoorea03]

Monkies Deserve Better References pt 1

This is a bit of a long one so to save people who follow me for my other series I'm going to put it behind a 'read more' line. Both for that reason and because I couldn't be bothered drawing clothes so the references are naked (not like anything graphic though, they're basically shaped like barbies, don't worry)!

The reference I used I found on pinterest but was made by Toresoza on Twitter for those who want a better high quality version with all the hand shapes will have to find it on Twitter, but for now have this low quality Pinterest one to start out.

Now! Onto the proper references! Keep in mind this is how the characters look from anything before Macaque's Not Alright! There might be some missing scars that the characters should have in canon that they don't have here (namely MK because it was 4 am and I forgot) so they might change slightly but for now here we go!

Let's start with Wukong! First with his glamours up and then with them down! (Peach included because I couldn't get the little shit's hand to work with me so I fed him).

The scar on his brow and cheek would very likely be canon as well as the one on his upper left arm and right elbow which would have all happened during the fight with Nezha.

Included on his face are also the headband scars, burns around his eyes which are red after the Demon Hospital fiasco. Also from the demon hospital fiasco are most of the dark patches on his body (realizing now I missed another burn spot on his inner right forearm that's older than the rest but that's fine). When he was tossed in the forget his fur was magically burned whever it was touching the table which is why he has lines on his tail, wrists and ankles (noticed another mistake on his tail but AGAIN IT WAS LATE LET ME LIVE /lh /j). I'll fix it later but I'm too tired to bother now.

The injuries on his chest and stomach are a mix of the Demon Hospital stuff and MK's Not Alright injuries while the white on his back, shoulders, sides and hips are all from LBD :3

Other details about MDB/MAA Wukong as well as all of the monkeys is that his fur and hair are slightly different shades that are barley noticeable (I'm even questioning if I did it for him but I'm going to hope I did x'D). Wukong is also covered in freckles which he doesn't bother glamouring due to how much energy it would take.

Wukong also shares a bit of a 'dad bod' with Canon Wukong (I'm still learning how to draw weight, so ignore that he looks pregnant he's just supposed to be a little squishy). He is also the tallest of the three monkeys I have done, standing at a super tall /s 5'6" (167 cm/66 in (according to Google)).

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Next is Macaque who until I actually did this I thought had the most scars. Nope. His scars are the biggest but he probably has the least amount of scars x'D

Macaque's canon injuries on his chest and eye are visible when he's not glamoured but not nearly as obvious as his newer scars.

On his back is a whip scar that he got from Havoc and Confusion - the timeline on this is messed up and will be edited sooner or later -but it happened when he was quite young and doesn't bother him nearly as much as some of the other scars.

The scar on his right thigh, palms of his hand, horizontally across his chest and through his stomach all came from the Seven-Star Sword.

The three scars across his chest are from Wukong's Not Alright when he was cut down by the giant cat monster. This is also when the edges of his fur started to grow in white when they grew back (he should have a couple of other white patches on his body from smaller injuries but they don't have set spots other than *maybe* in his inner elbows, but again, it's not set).

Then, the final and newest scars are on his hips which he gained during the most recent run in with Confusion.

The white on his fur and in his hair is his 'natural' color from before he was killed the first time (not when Wukong killed him) while the blue is from LBD. The blue will likely never turn fully white but might lighten over time to be a more gray color than blue, but that will take a long time and unless Macis willing to shave himself completely most of his fur will always remain black

Other details about Macaque are his six ears in his unglamoured form which are red, blue and teal based on the colors from the 2009 Monkey King series which also inspired a lot of Macaque's background and life story.

Macaque is the smallest of the three monkeys and stands at 5'3" (160 cm /63.6 In).

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Finally, there's MK and oh boy. I didn't realize how much of a break this kid needed after all of this but considering how his scars look I'm about to send him on vacation. A paid vacation with therapy included because holy shit.

After I finished making MK I realized I forgot to look for any canon scars that he would have, but considering most of them would be covered by fur I'm also not in a rush to go through and look through them.

His oldest scar is on his forehead mostly hidden by his hair which is the scar mentioned in the third chapter in the series. From there the scars get bigger and more dramatic the longer it goes on, so let's go through the list.

The scars on his right shoulder is from the snakes that infest the Earth Turtle! Also from his adventure on the Earth Turtle are his top surgery scars which he doesn't glamour (he spends too much time/energy glamouring everything else and he's proud of them, so why bother).

He has a matching wound to Macaque on his lower left stomach (which might be in the wrong spot but again i'm tired) came from Monkies Aren't Alright when Chang Liu stabs him with an immortal killing weapon to have access to what 'makes him tick'.

Then in MK's Not Alright he got attacked by another non-venomous snake that bit his left shin and left deep scarring there as well but oddly enough that was the only scar he gained from that one.

In Wukong's Not Alright he gained two scars, the one through his right shin and the wound to his left shoulder blade.

The rest of the scars - the one on his face, most of the ones on his cheek, chest, back, legs, and tail all came from Macaque's not alright with some other minor scars that I forgot about x'D. They are a mixture of whip wounds, slash wounds and burns all came from Havoc, Ginger and Confusion trying to control him.

Other details include slight discoloration on his fingers from the same torture he went through to get the majority of his scars. Part of his bangs are discolored to be white and he's covered in countless white freckles giving him a very 'starry' appearance to him. (which in a way makes his fur look like space with the scars being shooting stars and planets).

MK is the 'middle' monkey and stands at 5'5" (165cm/65in , only an inch shorter than Wukong.

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That's all that I have done right now but I'm hoping to make Loi, Red, Mei, and Nezha at some point as well as Tu, Yuanhou, Mihou, Changpu, Pengu and a super secret fifth option too ;3

That being said, if there are any characters you want me to try to make a reference for, just let me know. These were just some of the ones most requested by my discord and friends so I thought I'd do them first. Once I have the others done though, I'll post them.

[foxgirlintestines]

The one piece of advice I can really give to younger trans girls is that you really need to embrace the parts about you that you actually liked pre-transition. There is often that crushing weight of gloom and self loathing that comes with severe dysphoria that tells you that everything about you is wrong, but that can just your mind being clouded with negative emotions, and it becomes harder to see the positives. In the end, though, you probably aren't going to become a perfect barbie doll, and that's ok, but striving to become something like that can drive you crazy.

When I first transitioned, I just wanted to be a girl, no ambiguity, just look like a stereotype. It was never really possible, I'm almost 6 and a half feet tall, and the women in my family are not thin, when I got on estrogen I gained weight fast, and it did not go to all the right places. I wallowed in bed a lot, and I just kind of kept getting worse. Oddly enough, it was getting into fetish content where less standard body types were lusted after more than regular anime proportion waifus where I started to see some of the more positive aspects of being amab. I was tall, strong, could be threatening and having a big squishy gut was actually quite attractive. I started to remember things about me when I was younger that I kind of pushed out of my mind. I was the "guy" who would run the mile in PE then casually walk along-side my friends and keep them company so that they didn't get teased, and one time I picked up my overweight friend and just carried her the last bit of the way because she was exhausted and the teacher couldn't really do anything about it because even as a young teenager I towered over him. In theater when there were heavy props to move I just lifted them up and tossed them around when we didn't have grip present. When we were out drinking in college, I was the "safety" who intimidated people so they would not try and take advantage of the drunk girls. I am big, and even if is not very feminine, I like that about me.

I changed my transition goals, I started working out again, not just cardio exercises to lose weight, but weightlifting, squats while holing a barbell, throwing around a medicine ball, and doing laps around my backyard while holding a ~150lb dead tree I ripped out of the ground while doing yardwork on my shoulder. I got healthier, I got happier, and much to my new endocrinologist's chagrin I've been gaining more weight, though now it's muscle. There are still plenty of things that I changed to be feminine, I wear my hair long, I wear girly clothes, often cute shirts with open tops that show off my large arms shoulders and cleavage, and mini-skirts. I put on make-up, lots of bold goth get-ups with heavy eyeliner black lipstick and glittery deep grey eyeshadow. Long painted nails, jewelry, hell sometimes a sparkly rhinestone tiara when I really want to ham it up, cute open toe heels when not wearing my big stompy boots, and of course the biggest one (pun intended) my massive boobs that I got the largest implants legal to be used in the US to make me busty as hell. I don't look like a barbie, and I no longer want to. I'm to the point that people often don't know whether to call me sir or ma'am, but the fact that people say sir or ma'am meekly like they are afraid of getting it wrong is way better gender confirmation than being called "lady."

I am happy now, well, at least happy with my body, there is plenty of shit in the world that still makes me depressed as hell. At least I no longer feel that dysphoria, and it makes those other things a bit more manageable. I think even if I did achieve my original transition goals, I would not be as happy with my body as I am now. You got to find that about yourself too, sometimes you will actually miss things about who you used to be, even if those times were overall worse.

As a silly little comparison, these two pictures of my fursona (which reflect my ideal body type) were made before and after I accepted the things about my body that I didn't want to change.

[hoonspookie]

POV: Sunghoon as your childhood best friend turned boyfriend.

childhoodbff! sunghoon x afab! reader, switches from second person and third person pov , sfw!

• Sunghoon was only two years old when he met Y/n.. who was an infant, Sunghoon's mother and Y/n's mother were best friends! So of course, a meetup was bound to happen!

• Sunghoon was so fascinated by the infant, especially her chubby cheeks. "squishy squishy!" The two year old squeals, softly squeezing Y/n's chubby cheeks.

• At the age of 1, Y/n was already fascinated by the 3 year old Sunghoon, whenever Sunghoon was walking around, Y/n would be following him around, crawling on the floor.

• And of course, Sunghoon was happy about this, the 3 year old enjoyed the attention he gets from the little girl.

• He'd let you play trucks with him, and loves it whenever you hugged him, he loved the fact that her squishy cheeks would be mushed up against his.

• The three year old HATES it when Y/n gives other people attention, and would start complaining. "mommy! y/n doesn't wanna play with me anymore!", "mommy! i'm not y/n's favorite!".

• Gave you your first nickname, which then becomes the name your entire family calls you in the future <3.

• Whenever Y/n would look up at him, her eyes would always grow bigger, always have been fascinated with Sunghoon. Which is why Sunghoon loves you so much... and your chubby cheeks.

• Flashforward, middle school, even until now, Sunghoon's favorite feature of yours is still your cheeks, he just loves squishing them!

• Sunghoon's classmates knows you, and he gets teased because of it, like- by a lot, especially when you enter his classroom when you need to ask a question from his current teacher.

• He'd always bother you during recess, whether it be messing your hair, tickling you, grabbing your things- he does it, which is why a lot of students suspected that you were both dating.

• When you started crushing on one of your own classmate, that's when Sunghoon realized he liked you.

• He hated seeing you talk so lovey dovey about a guy, he wanted to be the guy you loved!

• Flashforward, high school, ever since then, Sunghoon would always be scaring off guys that liked you, though you seemed clueless about it.

• "aigooo, you're too young to be having boyfriends" He'd say while pinching your cheeks (yes it was still his fave feature), but you were both in high school already.

• That's when you realize that he's the reason why no one's confessing to you!! and it honestly made you feel a bit giddy.

• Like, you couldn't deny! He was growing so finely that sometimes, you can't help but blush just by the sight of him.

• But you never really thought much of it... your feelings at least, he was your best friend for Christ's sake!

• After a few months, your feelings started growing a bit more... maybe too much and to your surprise, well not really.. he asked you out to prom!

• On the night of prom, when he saw you in your prom dress, he couldn't help but just turn red, you were so beautiful that he couldn't help but pinch your cheeks from the overwhelming emotions you were giving him.

• He couldn't let you go the whole time, always had his hand on your waist, would always offer you to dance, swaying you from side to side.

• The way he looked at you, he adores you completely, the way his eyes would shine whenever he sees you, the hearts forming in his pupils, his breathing a bit shaky from the fact that he was so nervous that he accidentally stepped on your foot while dancing, letting out a quiet "sorry".

• He then softly spins you around before having you close to him again, he leans down and whispers; "I like you, Y/n, I always have.. and- I know that you might just consider me as a best friend but I- I just had to let you know that I absolutely adore you.."

• "Especially those cheeks..." Sunghoon cooed as he continues to dance with you, which makes you let out a shy giggle.

• "I like you too, hoonie.." You say, leaning forward and giving him a shy peck on the lips.

[porcelain-siscon]

a doll that you got when you were young, only around 8 or 9, as a sort of surrogate big sister. it looked mostly like a girl your age, at least when it came to its height, and the two of you were inseparable. you mostly still are, though obviously less as you grew up

eventually it was hard to see it as a big sister anymore. you stand more than a foot higher than it now, and it's only been recently that you've started looking at it in a different light. the softness of its thighs that you figured were like that so you wouldn't hurt yourself is just a bit too soft, the ample chest you used to cuddle up to almost obscene in size, the snaking... something under its sewn shut dress so much easier to identify with more personal experience

you had honestly forgotten that the dress was sewn on until recently. years of wear had left much of the fabric faded and worn through, holes all over, some rips, all from a rambunctious childhood it's hard not to look back at with nostalgia. it was your big sister you shared your first kiss with, after all! that's not something you easily forget, even if you can't help but cringe slightly at the memory of kissing a doll

but that doesn't mean you don't love it. your big- well, your little sister, temporally locked as all dolls are, has been a constant companion your whole life, and it really does need some TLC. specifically, you want to get it a new dress, though that will involve removing the old one and taking its measurements. you carefully run your fingers along the neck to find a safe spot to insert the fabric shears, whispering a little "sorry, I'll be quick" as you start to cut

you work along the back, not wanting to nick any of the soft material that make up its breasts, then move over to the side once you're low enough to avoid the same at its cushioned rear. with a final snip, you feel the dress lose the last of its tension, allowing you to slide it off over the arms as you move them into place

what a sight

as a child, you'd never have noticed, but now you can't help but stare. the doll has a figure that was noticeable under the dress, but only just. with it nude like this, you can't ignore the slenderness of its waist and how it contrasts with the width of the thighs; or the way the just ever so slightly blue material that makes up its "skin" shimmers in the light everywhere but its joints, made up of a darker, more matte material; or the way that, even at its height, its breasts are dramatically bigger than yours

you also can't ignore the anatomically correct, improbable as it may be, cock that slumps down over a squishy pair of balls, touching the floor as you sit your little sister doll down

"...let's get these measurements done..." you mutter to it as much as you do yourself, getting out the measuring tape. laying it down on its back, trying to ignore the way its breasts fall to the side, trying to ignore everything about it, you read its height at 125cm. certainly taller than most dolls. inhaling to steel yourself, you sit it back up and measure around its chest

125cm again. surely not. no, that's absurd

again, you measure, again, 125cm

the same as its height? somebody was certainly in a mood with this design

propping it up some more, you balance it out on its feet and measure around its waist, getting a much more reasonable 75cm. looking down, trying to keep your eyes off its cock, you measure around its clearly wider hips, finding them to be 100cm. the level of precision was odd, if not just for what it was being used for

you found yourself staring again. it was just... hanging there. it was hanging there and you already had the measuring tape out. you could just see for yourself. you had an excuse

"sorry, I'm nearly done" you whispered to it, as if it could register any apology at all. one end of the tape right at the base of the crotch, then slowly measured out all the way to the tip. you expected 25cm, just to keep with the trend, but found it capped out at 32

"that's... weird..."

if it weren't for the imperial measurements on the other side of the tape measurer, you never would have noticed. 12 and 1/2 inches. 12.5

125cm tall

125cm bust

12.5 inch dick

you can't help but laugh. it is a little absurd, isn't it? absurd, and perhaps inappropriate that you got it when you were a kid, but it's hard to really think about that context in the moment. finishing off the laughing fit with a sigh, you say "let's get you covered up" and grab an old t-shirt, lifting its arms up and pulling it over its head. while definitely tight around the chest, it's at least long enough to cover it up

...mostly

it clearly dangles out the bottom, and you think about putting a pair of panties on it, though brush the idea off as there's not a chance that thing would fit in anything you own

"what am I going to do with you?"

you pick it up, one hand under its rear and one hand supporting its head, and carry it over to your bed to tuck it in there for the time being. normally you'd leave it on the chest of drawers, but with how exposed it is, that seems a little inappropriate, even if you never have guests over. once it's tucked in nice and tight, you give it a kiss on the forehead almost entirely on instinct

it looks so cozy...

well... it is your bed, after all, and it is your little sist- it is your doll, after all. you pull the covers back and climb into bed with it, wrapping your arms around it and pulling it close. you can feel the cool squish of its chest against yours, and its equally cool length press up against you. you do your best not to think too much about it

and lean in to give it a kiss on the lips. were they this soft when you kissed it as a child? they must have been, it's just that something about this kiss feels different, more intimate, perhaps after everything you just saw

best not to think about it too much, best not to kiss too much either. instead, you try and keep the idea of its new dress in your mind, even if you can't help but think about its naked body

[gumnut-logic]

Everything you write makes me laugh or asedkjfglhldk

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

<3333

::hugs you tight::

I have to say that I'm a serious sucker for the brushing of the hair out of the eyes moment. I may have self indulgently written many a scene where one bro is looking after a vulnerable bro and brushes hair out of their eyes, or runs fingers through their hair. It is likely proof that I'm a squishy pile of goop, but I do like the gentle moments of love and togetherness. You are not alone, I'm here with you, I love you, kind of thing.

Ooooh, now I'm all smushy :D

Made me laugh? I have to say dumping TB1 in the pool and Scotty's reaction is memorable :D I still love that fic. All your fault. No idea how I wrote it. Poor Scotty :D

I know I come across as a whumper, but at heart I'm really just into hurt/comfort for the comfort. As I get older, I'm skipping the hurt and going straight for the comfort cos brothers make it easier :D Though a little plot with action definitely never hurts.

Also, a very young Alan might be trying to steal a Thunderbird right now...and that's all your fault, too. ::hugs you to bits::

Nutty

(off the edge, but learning to fly)

[black-suns-rim]

Any headcanons for the trolls in the trollhunter trilogy cus I haven’t seen any so far

heheheheheheh-

You bet I do

Since trolls are born of magic (one piece of heart stone from each parent) that means trolls are technically non-binary since they don't have a reproductive system like humans do. This also means that there can be gay, lesbian and non-binary trolls that can have kids. Also, since trolls are non-binary natually, this means that trolls can choose to be male/female or anything else. They can either choose to fit in with the human's gender norms like Blinky, Arrrggghhh, or Draal, or they can be their own thing like Deya who appears not to be traditionally feminine, leaning more on the non-binary side.

Just look at her silhouette, you wouldn't even guess she's a lady troll, lol

Another headcanon of mine is that the troll toddlers and babies are absolutely feral, like they will climb on walls, hide in small spaces and just be the bane of their parent's existence. Blinky mentions at how 18 years a young troll becoms potty trained, that means the troll child is around the equivalent to a 4 year old.

The troll version of baby sitting is literally sitting on the kid/baby. Trolls aren't squishy like humans, they are made of stone, so it wouldn't be too far fetched to say they wouldn't get hurt if the little ones were sat on. Plus Blinky thought that baby sitting was literal.

Some trolls definitely are a bit r a c i s t towards humans. Fleshbag is a derogatory term for humans. Vendle was harsh on Jim in the beginning because he was a human. Because Jim was a human trollhunter, he had to endure the insults thrown at him, but he also had an advantage for being underestimated all the time.

Trolls, we know for sure, don't kiss since it's a human thing and Jim had to explain to Draal what kissing was. Instead, their version of a kiss/affection is by placing their foreheads together like we see Blinky and Arrggghhh do in one of the episodes. I'm not saying Blinky and Arrgghhh are a thing though, they are very close friends more than anything.

Gronknux- since it refers to the sensitive nether regions of a troll, it could just be a spot of weakness not for the reason we are thinking about. I claimed that trolls don't have a reproductive like humans, so what's the point of that area being sensitive? It could be like getting punched in the diaphram, knocking the air out of our lungs. The gronknux could be the equivalent to that, and since trolls aren't like humans, not experiencing pain often, they most definitely don't like the sensation of pain when they do feel it.

There is no limit to how big or small trolls can get. From the size of a knome to as big as a mountain, it all depends on the species of troll. Not Enrique is the size of a baby even though he is a grown troll, though his size could just be because his familar is a baby.

This brings me to changelings. Changelings seems to be a mix of troll and another species of magical creature. Not Enrique is a goblin/troll mix while Strickler is stalkling/troll mix. In order to become a changeling, it is hinted at that a very painful/sinister process has to take place. I am unsure what Nomura would be a mixture of, but she is very slender and appears to be glossy/wet all the time.

Goblins are good nannies. Those mother fuckers take care of the babies that were taken to the darklands. They feed, calm, entertain, and definitely change the diapers of the human babies. Plus, I'm pretty sure some of them enjoy their nanny job, lol. There is no one more trustworthy than a goblin to take care of your child.

Speaking of the darkland babies, they have been kept as babies for many years, so it's possible that there is a formula/magic out there that stops or stunts aging; immortality. Merlin, Morgana and Douxie all have been the same age for centuries, so they must also posses the same magic that stops aging.

That's all the headcanons I have

[kaelio]

for the choose violence ask game: for DS9, pick any 3-5 questions you want to answer from that list. for TVC or IWTV 2022, 8 and 10.

9. time for me to say this: it's ziyal in canon. it's unforgivable how shittily it's done. it's not just the garak crush, it's all of it. she never talks to sisko. a single time. she doesn't talk to other teens. why the fuck is she there. she has more (poorly-defined) personalities than actresses. it's a fucking mess, i'm sorry. i would also like ziyal to be a good character and spent brainspace inventing ways she could have been. in canon she isn't. absolutely wall-to-wall wasted potential. mushy stock character misused in every way.

9.A. wait also, having augments have to be in prison even if they're augmented without their consent as kids. totally antithetical to the Federation's core values. even ds9's stupid ass "Dark Federation" vibe doesn't track with this. it's absurd.

9. B. wait shit, it's kira's mom. all of that. everything about it.

worse blorboification: it's odo. odo's a good character. but he is not a (figuratively) squishi boi. literally yes, figuratively no. he's a fascist piece of shit who learns to be more nuanced over time. also kira's "he wasn't a collaborator :((((" bit at the very end of season 7 is like, absolutely dogshit writing. it's unforgiveable and it's stupid. he is the very definition of a collaborator. have her deal with or or not.

21. augment storyline overall is overhyped. hell, dominion war is overhyped. why did we need a war anyway, it's not that interesting. war isn't interesting.

3. anything where people say the federation is colonialist. it's never in the context of the person knowing what colonialism actually is. even the real arguments about the federation's cultural heft don't understand the difference between that and colonialism. cultural exchange is not colonialism.

12. people know i like marius but guess what. david is an ok character too. both characters suffer way too much from double-standard-itis. like, textual double standard stuff. we either ignore some of that shit or we don't, but acting like it's only Real when david does it is silly. david's big sin is he's sort of boring. of course he's a bad person. they're bad people.

18. people get on AR's ass, rightfully, for being way into characters being ~Young~ and then y'all like those characters best. like you're doing it too. why am i the only person drawing older characters or characters looking older and i'm getting pilloried here. im on the crusty old man train, and if they don't fit there by default i just pluck those suckers from the kid's table and add some cheek bones and shoulder breadth. join me. remember my rule for the vampires: add ten years of lifespan, remove 4 inches of height. am i saying lestat is 5'8"? no. remove 5 inches for lestat. he's 5'7". max.

[dragonmuse]

Absolutely LOVE the new story!! It's so nice to see Stede's and Olu's POV, I didn't realize how much I missed Olu. I'm guessing we will see some in this story, but could we see Olu and Alma hanging out? Maybe when she was younger and would hang out at the bar when she's in the city?

(yay, thank you! You may certainly have some young Alma and Oluwande!)

“What’s up, baby bat?” Oluwande asked as Alma flopped down into Ethel’s empty makeup chair. 

“I’m bored,” she informed him as if this was the very worst thing in the world that could’ve happened.  “I want to go home, but Dad and Eddy are talking and they keep saying five more minutes and it’s been like an hour.” 

“Yeah, I think all good tiny people are supposed to be in bed,” he considered. “It’s like 2 AM.” 

“I’m not tiny. Or a baby,” she stuck out her bottom lip. “I’m thirteen.” 

“Right, my mistake,” he nodded, wiping off the last pits of his makeup. “Want to help me clean this place up?” 

Alma looked in despair around the changing room. “Did you make the mess?” 

“Little bit of it. But we just take turns going through every few weeks. John did it last time, Frenchie time before that. I’m probably due. It’s not as bad as it looks.” 

“Good,” she wrinkled her nose. “Cause it looks really bad.”

“We’re just going to go through, pick up clothes and if it’s got a label, it gets tossed on their chair. No label, let me get an eye on it. It’s usually easy to tell who belongs to what. If we don’t know it, it goes in the box by the door.” 

“Yeah, okay,” she sighed and went to go start in Leda’s corner where there was little in the way in clothes and a lot in the way of rhinestones. “What do I do with these?” 

“Toss ‘em.” 

“Can I keep them?” 

“Knock yourself out.” 

“What’s this?” Alma held up a squishy yellow object. 

“That’s a hip pad. We cut ‘em out of couch cushion foam. That one looks like it’s Frenchie’s size, toss it on her chair.” 

“Okay.” 

It was actually useful to have a smaller person around. Alma got under all the vanities for what might be the first time in literal years. She found an earring Oluwande was sure he’d lost for good, an entire set of the Kraken’s press ons, innumerable bobby pins, and a roll of duct tape.

“What’s this for?” 

“...ask your parents,” Oluwande took it from her. “Better yet, just google it in say...five or six years.” 

“Whatever,” she wrinkled her nose. “I probably don’t want to know.” 

“Probably not. Okay, so that piece is done. Let’s take a step back and see what the next thing to do is. The key is to break it down into steps so you don’t get overwhelmed.”

It took a half hour or so to square the room away enough that Oluwande felt good about abdicating responsibility again for a few months. Alma even vacuumed and looked pleased when he praised her for it, even if she’d missed a few spots. 

When they headed back out to the bar, Stede and Eddy were still in deep conversation with several people. Oluwande walked up and Eddy caught his eye, grimacing. 

“Listen,” she whispered. “There was some petition going around that’s got everyone in the neighborhood nervous. It’s probably nothing, but Stede wants to hash it out with the club owners from next store tonight, so we’re on the same page. Can you walk Alma home? The sitter is there with Charlie, probably both sleeping though.  Sorry to even ask.” 

“No, I heard that too,” he sighed. It was a nuisance thing, but he got why it made Stede jumpy. Oluwande didn’t like it either when the morality gang showed up to raise their particular brand of hell. “Where’s Jim?” 

“Knocking on doors of all the other late night businesses. Just to let them know we’re going to meet in the next week or so. Pre-game. We’ll want you there for the actual meeting. You’re better at getting people to listen to you than either of us.  I’ll read you in. Ok?” 

“Got it. Keys?”  

Eddy tossed the them to him and Oluwande shoved them in his pocket. 

“Let’s get you in bed,” he said to Alma, who in a remarkable moment, didn’t protest. 

“Okay.” 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Stede stopped for a moment, bending down to hug her. “We’ll all go out for a long brunch tomorrow, all right?” 

“Kay,” she said into his stomach. “Night, Dad.” 

“Good night, Alma.” 

They walked together into the night. She had a little leather jacket, pulled over her dress and her purple docs. Oluwande remembered being that age, an unsure cocktail of newly pumping hormones, caught halfway from child to teenager.  There was a bow tied at the end of her braid. 

“You do that?” He asked flicking the ribbon so her braid swayed a little. 

“Eddy put it in,” she said, pleased. “She has a lot of ribbon.” 

“Yeah, I think she’s doing a whole dress thing. It’s a Roach idea.” 

“Do you make your own dresses?” 

“Nope. I leave that to the dream team. I do my own wigs though and I style theirs in exchange sometimes. It evens out.” 

“How do you style a wig?” 

“You want the whole class?” he glanced at her with as mile. “Because I charge for that.” 

“No,” she huffed. “Just curious.” 

“It’s a lot like real hair in some ways. Just things you have to be careful of. Different products sometimes. The hard part with drag queen wigs is that they need a lot of volume, so you usually wind up making them out of a lot of different wigs. It’s a process.” 

“Why do they have to be big?” 

So he spent the rest of the walk telling her about proportion. If it was a different kid, he wouldn’t have bothered, but Alma always listened with birdlike intent and seemed to retain everything. She asked questions and fired off a random, 

“Victorian people kept the hair if their dead family and made it into jewelry.”  

“Oh fuck, why?” he groaned. 

“I don’t know, I think it’s nice,” she said dreamily. “Like keeping a bit of them with you.” 

“I think I’ll stick to photos, but thanks for that image.” 

When they got there, Alma took the keys from him to open the door and then dropped them on the spindly table by the door. She sat and worked off her boots. Oluwande hovered, uncomfortable with just leaving her there. 

“It’s okay, see,” she got up and pointed to the sofa where someone was sleeping under a blanket. “That’s Marisa. She’s okay. Dad says it’s okay for her to nap as long as Charlie can wake her up if he needs something.” 

“Okay, you need anything before I leave you though?” 

Alma hesitated, and then shook her head. “It’s okay.” 

“Hey, how about a last snack before bed?” he said nonchalantly. “I know I could eat and your Dad and Eddy are snack hoarders.” 

“Do you like macaroons?” 

“You know it.” 

They were quiet, pouring glasses of milk and eating fancy little cookies without turning on the overhead lights. Oluwande was glad he stayed, when Alma went on telling him about Victoiran mourning jewelry, clearly relieved for the company. When she started yawning again though, he gestured her towards her room. 

“I’ll text your Dad. Want me to set the security alarm on my way out?” 

“Yeah, okay,” she shrugged, but her face said ‘Yes. Please.’ 

Stede had never changed the passcode from the early days of living here when Oluwande crashed on the couch. He wondered how Eddy let him get away with that as he armed the thing and walked back out into the night. 

The streets were still busy, even at the late hour. It was a summer Saturday, rich with potential vices and delights. Oluwande avoided a few drunks and watched the neon lights sparkle in puddles from last night’s rainstorm. It was it’s own kind of lullaby and by the time he got back to the bar, he was yawning. 

“Hey,” Jim swung out from the still clustered group. “Want to go?” 

“Yeah, but-” 

“It’s cool. They’re going in circles. Eddy said she’d call you tomorrow.” 

“Sure?” 

“Mhm. Let’s just go.” 

That was probably smart. If they said good night, they’d get sucked into the conversation. The alley door was propped so they went out the back. 

“Walk?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” Jim nodded. “Nice enough.” 

They made it a few blocks before Oluwande offered to them, 

“Want to know what I learned tonight?” 

“That you’re a soft mark for babysitting?” 

“Haha. I don’t have to tell you.” 

“But you want to,” Jim smiled. “So you will.” 

“...okay so apparently people made jewlery out of hair.” 

“Gross!” Jim grinned at him. “Why?” 

“That’s what I asked!” 

He caught them up on all of Alma’s factoids as they walked. 

And maybe, several years later, there would come a day when Alma would stand at the door to her bedroom with a contractor bag and her mother saying, 

“I told you this day would come!” 

And she would close her eyes, take a deep breath and say to herself, “Just break it into small steps.” 

Bit by bit, the dragon hoard that had been her childhood bedroom would yield itself to her persuasion. She texted Oluwande a picture when she was done. 

Alma: voila. 

Oluwane: good job. 

Alma: thanks. Like a lot. I was freaking out. 

Oluwande: You had it. You’ll have all of it. 

[captainaikus]

hello again, belle!

i'm glad to know you are well :) curiosity: which webtoons would you recommend reading? i am curious about webtoons , but i don't know where to begin

if you want, you can call me echa. or chai which i actually prefer whatever you like

have i heard lorenzo panels? feel free to drop by my blog or my inbox whenever you like (even if you don't actually want to talk about him). warning: i might be gushing a little bit

to aiku: you are correct, i am waiting for your arrival. so your nuili will be available. he is cute, pocket-sized, has squishy cheeks and -most importantly- doesn't cheat

Chai !! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა - i'll be dropping by your inbox soon! Got something to share <3

so for webtoons, i would recommend looking around ; cause they have a plethora of genres along with a poll of which is popular at the moment including the one with daily uploads as well

I finished reading - my in laws are obsessed with me (ep 61 is up n i have to read that)

currently i'm reading : the boxer ; its a lowkey kinda webtoon but the plot has me intrigued. Meet the protag -

Ones i'd recommend :

lookism - its a lengthy read but i think you'd find it amusing n enjoyable cause of these two (i think its getting a live action rn)

the remarried empress (the start was strong n the plot keeps thickening)

all of us are dead (that got turned into a live action but it was originally a webtoon)

acception (the plot there is cute too -)

true beauty (got turned into a series - originally a webtoon)

And i'm also reading windbreaker along with get schooled -

Aiku : cheat??? It wasn't cheating! I invited two women to a mixer one time and- belle : *glares hard* Oliver : I was 19 and young! Belle : You were 19 and an adult. Excuses. Excuses.

[silverstream2]

More Baul and Modeus headcanons

-They're both pretty physically affectionate with one another, especially for demons. Partly due to Sparda’s influence (*insert "cuddle bug" pun here*), and partly because of how they were raised. They were meant to fight as a pair, equals but also opposites. Sometimes they bicker and fight, or even go their own ways, but its easy for them to click once they get back together. Unless something major happens, some major disagreement, like what happened with who gets Sparda's power, and all that.

Might just headcanon them being physically affectionate as a normal demon thing, for them? At least for their type of demon, anyway. It's about scent marking and sharing body warmth, that kind of thing. Which probably translates to "cuddle your tiny, squishy human friend and wrap them in your coat to keep them Warm" whenever it gets cold out, especially if the human is a child. Baul is probably the one most likely to do this, tbh- Modeus probably knows more about Personal Space by now, but Baul is just like. Running more on instincts? "Must keep Friend Warm, must protect Friend from harm, must make sure Friend smells like me/my group". "Must protect the younger members of the group, must keep them Warm, must make sure they are Fed and Safe". Constantly carries around snacks and hand sanitizer (the harsh smell makes his nose burn, but keeping the human young clean is Important) and tissues, especially during the colder seasons.

That, and Baul's main reference to "what level of physical affection is acceptable" is way out of date, and also based on humans that were his comrades in arms- which tends to be a high stress thing, where you're more okay with physical affection than you might otherwise be, because its comforting. Like, Baul still does the whole "affectionate headbutt" thing that soldiers do, largely because you can't really hug someone while they're wearing armor and a helmet, but you CAN knock your helmets together to show affection. Which is sweet, but also not really a thing normal humans do in society anymore (with a few exceptions).

-I doubt Dante would be down for cuddling with the guy that tried to kill him and take his soul, but maybe??? Idk. Maybe after they beat the shit out of one another a couple of times, and Baul helps with the whole Sid thing, and maybe the whole Order thing, too, Idk. I headcanon that Dante has his own "cuddle bug" demon instincts, just not with Modeus and Baul. Definitely with Nero, tho, and Abbie and Trish.

-The lads are hairy, in their human forms. Their demon forms are covered in fur, it looks like, in canon (or at least as canon as the DMC anime can be considered), so I'm gonna headcanon that whatever part of the Underworld they're from is probably cold, or has cold seasons. This also means they've got thick body hair, in their humans forms. I'm playing with the idea of them growing winter coats, tbh, and that maybe translating over into them growing more hair/body and facial hair when it gets cold? Like. Modeus' hair gets so long and thick he just straight up braids it and uses it as a scarf (Baul: "Somebody is going to strangle you with that one day, brother, and I am going to laugh when that happens."), and Baul's hair grows out so much it looks like a lion's mane (Modeus: "You look like a dandelion."). Baul would probably grow facial hair, Modeus I don't think could stand it. Might change that last bit later on, Idk.

It might make more sense for Baul to be adapted to a winter environment, and Modeus to be adapted for a forest one? Just because Baul has white fur and hair and Modeus has brown hair and fur. Maybe wherever they were born/lived in the Underworld was between an ice plane and a demonic jungle (like the kind we see Echidna create/live in)? Might go some ways to explaining why a pair of twins would have such different fur coloring.

They also like to cuddle and stay indoors, preferably wrapped in a blanket or in bed, or at least in warm clothing, when it gets cold out. All their demon instincts tell them to stay somewhere safe in their territory/den, warm, with as much food as they can gather.

Also because they're both inhuman, and old as balls, so their ideas of what's socially acceptable for public displays of affection, especially for men, are kinda skewed and/or out of date. Modeus is probably more versed in it than Baul is, just because Modeus has been in the Human Realm more/longer than Baul has, but tbh, I'm still not sure how much either of them would care about following society's rules. Toxic masculinity is bullshit, and all that.

-(For the AU where they both live past Episode 10 of the anime) They both kinda adopt/bond with Patty, in their own ways. Modeus we already saw in the anime, but Baul I think would be fond of her, too. "She's all vinegar. And frills. I like her. Tough little kid."

Baul's still always nervous around kids, especially little kids. They're just so small! And fragile! And he doesn't really know what to do with them. He's gotten better at it, to be fair, after 2,000 years, especially with Modeus' and Dante's help, but they still make him nervous. He's always worried he'll make a mistake around them and hurt them, or scare them, or make them cry. (That and demon parents- those that don't just abandon or eat their young- tend to be ferociously protective of their young, so Baul's always halfway expecting that from human parents.)

With Patty, all of that kinda translates into Baul awkwardly trying to protect her- which mostly means she has him wrapped around her finger. Dante and Modeus calling her out on it and giving Baul advice helps her not go mad with power.

Tbh, I think Baul would help Sid with summoning Abigail, if Sid threatened Patty or Nina (Patty's mom) first. It'd help that Baul also is like, 90% confident that Dante could defeat Abigail, or Sid, if Sid absorbed Abigail's powers. Because if Dante could defeat Mundus, could make himself and even his brother Modeus look like weaklings, then something like Abigail, and especially someone as weak as SID, wouldn't be a problem for him.

-Baul's love language is acts of service and physical affection. For physical affection, this mostly manifests in gentle, loving headbutts, hugs (he's a big guy, so he'll just pick you up or hunch himself over you, engulfing you in his arms and squeezing you in a hug), cuddling (platonic or otherwise), head pats or combing his fingers through your hair (please do likewise to him, he loves that shit- its a sort of demon preening thing), and hand holding. Also sparring and helping you stretch. Even if he's stronger than you, he's still proud of you for training and trying to improve. Especially if you do it scared. (That's one of the things he likes about Abbie- she's terrified of demons, including him, and she still stands up to him/them and fights anyway. Its like a sort of verbal Defeat Means Friendship kind of thing.)

Acts of service can be basic stuff, doing chores or running errands for you, but mostly it manifests as him offering to kill demons/people for you. Like, that person made you cry? They were abusive assholes to you? Would you like them maimed or dead? No? How about biting? Is he allowed to bite them for you? Would that make you feel better? What do you need?

(This also means that Baul kinda wants to punch Vergil, once they get to the whole Qliphoth thing, because Vergil makes/made his friend Abbie sad. Baul and Modeus both want to slap Vergil for what he did to Temen-ni-gru, since putting that seal in place cost Gwen her life and had such a negative effect on Sparda- that was the first time they'd seen him cry and be depressed- not to mention what it cost humanity, and how hard the humans had to work to get their world to the point it is now. But that's a more distant thing- the difference between seeing an alive friend cry over a broken heart, and somebody stomping on your old friend's grave.)

He's not very good at like. Emotional stuff. Like TALKING about his emotions or offering comforting words. Even using sign language, he still fumbles. Mostly he just tries to hug you better. But he does try. Modeus is better at comforting words, so Baul will go ask him for advice, and try and learn how to be better at it.

Like. He tends to get pretty emotionally attached/devoted to people... not exactly easily, but fairly quickly.

-I'm not sure if Baul and Abbie could be friends, tbh. It depends on how much Baul is willing to let go of his whole "kill Dante to get Sparda's power" thing. If Baul did let it go, tho, then I could see them being friends after the whole thing with Patty and Sid. Modeus and Baul probably spent that whole mission trying to get Patty and Nina out of the burning building and protecting them from demons- and since Baul was needed for the ritual, he probably had more time to interact with Patty, too. Like I said, he'd go along with Sid, but he'd try to make sure Patty was okay, too. Try to keep her calm, reassure her that everything will be alright, all that.

[ebotts-ambassador]

So like... are there any cat girls and bunny girls?

"Wait- Wait! Don't Answer- I mean, we can't take this at face value!" Alphys interrupts before Frisk can even have a chance to speak.

"I mean, of course we'll answer it just... Uh. Let me take this one? I guess?"

"Well, Well, Well, this is most unlike you, Dr. Alphys! But i suppose you are an expert in these matters, hmmm~?" there's a bit of a teasing tone from Mettaton in that.

Frisk just smiles, and nods. "That sounds like a great idea! in fact, i think there's another ask relating to this if you don't mind."

"Oh- oh, ok, yeah that... I can do that, sure. no... no problem."

it's a basic text-to-automated voice that plays for the question, the words clear if a bit metallic in a way even Mettaton's voice isn't. Alphys brings her hands together, biting a finger anxiously before registering what she's doing and bringing her hands down a bit, twiddling, trying to look at the camera directly.

"Oh. yeah. Ok so. to start on the bunny and cat type monsters... ah, you'll notice i didn't call them. Catgirls. Or Bunnygirls. because i know what you're... insinuating? what you're referring to. you uh, i mean. I found a lot of manga and anime in the... waste that flooded the underground. I'm a fan, really! some real fun characters and stories and such to be found, but uh. I'm. Not blind to how. Humanoids with animal characteristics are. treated. In these medias. some may find it flattering but... all monsters are. they're real people. it's not okay to use any of us for any... fantasies. and you'll be disappointed if expecting any differently. we're all. fully fleshed out 3 dimensional people, not some... characters from a show. I'm saying this as a uh. fellow fan of those sorts of media."

"Well said Dr. Alphys!" Mettaton says it, before clapping evenly but genuinely. the praise seem to perk her up a bit, and she faces the camera a bit more evenly.

"for the other question... Yeah, maybe someone as. squishy or soft looking as myself would have been welcomes but... we don't know that. It couldn't be asked someone risk their life, nor can that sort of stress be just... put on someone. i mean. i uh. I'd probably... dust on the spot if i had to represent monsterkind, haha..." morbid joke, and an awkward pause.

Frisk picks up from there. "There was someone else who asked to be ambassador, but like Alphys said... there's no telling if he'd been safe. Plus, he definitely would have left a bad first impression, despite being one of the most reliable and friendly monsters I know. After all... how open would you have been to a Skeleton representing everyone? Appearances couldn't be the key factor in introductions, because there's no predicting the response no matter who it was, as they'd be Different and most humans don't like different, or new. I know you're all worried about me being very young for this position, but i swear to you, I took this job fully aware of what I was getting into, despite Queen Toriel's hesitation and requests for me to reconsider. What it comes down to is caution. Monsterkind has been burned too many times by Humanity as it stands to have taken that sort of risk. From the first war, to Asriel... You can't blame us- them for being careful now."

[dumbbitchdoestwitch]

Cum for the monster, stay for the plot

I read monster fucker books - they're fun, they're interesting and usually, they're pretty hot. & It seems like a perfect first Tumblr post. Now I made it through Opal Reyne's A Soul to Keep and A Soul to Heal in under a week. I didn't mean to - I planned on reading them over a month or two to give myself a break from all the steam but I didn't do that. I stayed up late, reading it like a rabid horny little monster fucker, and then wandered through my day job a zombie hungry for more monster cock. All that to say - forgive me if I get bits and bobs from the 2 mixed up. Anyhow - spoilers & monster cock ahead so proceed with caution~

I tried writing this before and it got way too fucking long, so I'm going to try to keep it short. We'll start with the first book - A Soul to Keep. The first chunk of the book is massively background-heavy, but I actually like that. I love some plot & direction with my monster fucking but it is A Lot™️. If you like a book to get down and dirty fast, this one's not for you. This one is a heck of a slow burn and the first taste of the naughty you get is hot, magic baths. It takes much longer to get to our monster friend digging his claws into our female lead and magically rearranging her guts so that enormous monster cock actually fits.

Background-wise, the bare bones are that it's a strange, alternate reality where demons arrived on Earth through a portal sometime around the industrial revolution. The demons prevented humanity from progressing as it should have, so we have a weird mix of modern language in an almost hunter-gatherer time. Also important to note, the portal the demons came through is at the heart of the Veil, a pit in the woods that gives demons a place to lurk away from the sun. On to our characters...

So we have Reia whose family was murdered by demons & then the town labeled Reia a bad omen & ostracized her from her fellow townspeople (but like not really 'cause throwing her out of the town would let the demons eat her and get stronger so there's a lot of "we're afraid of you, don't dare look at us, but we're also gonna torment you a bit"). Anyway, having a young woman who you hate actually works out perfectly for this town because, as it turns out, once every 10 years a creature the humans call a Duskwalker comes to one of 3 villages and bestows a protective blessing in exchange for a "pure bride" (not like that tho).

Our Duskwalker goes by Orpheus and he's like 7ft tall with a wolf skull for a face, nothing but glow sticks behind it, and has exposed bones where his skin and fur haven't grown over them. As Orpheus brings Reia to his cabin in the Veil, a few things become apparent:

1) we're going to have to deal with a bit of secondhand embarrassment

2) Orpheus is a lonely pervert

Those two things can go either way depending on how you like your monsters. I didn't think I'd be able to get through the secondhand embarrassment, but Orpheus is such a giant cinnamon roll that I barely noticed it. It also really helps that anytime I had a concern about how stuff works, it got addressed a few lines down. It's just really well thought out like that.

As for the sex scenes, they felt kind of confusing at times because we're learning anatomy while we're going at it. Other than that though, the sheer passion and desire running rampant is delicious. So if you like well-built worlds with squishy cinnamon roll monsters (who really look like monsters and stay that way) with absolutely enormous cocks, I'd highly recommend A Soul to Keep.

Maybe some day I'll post the long as hell version of this with every little thought but today is not that day 💜