#I don't really mind I think the sharp teeth are cute too but there's something fun and cartoony about the original design | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kalims · 1 year

Text

kiss your best friend | octavinelle

kiss your best friend and see how they react!

parts. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

characters. azul, jade, and floyd

cw. red flagged eels

note. forgot that this lil' series existed oops. reader is yuu in floyd's

azul ashengrotto

full on yelps lmao

he's visibly shaking as he pushes you away with a gaping mouth that doesn't know whether to stay closed or question what the hell just happened.

if anything his glasses would've broken from the pink shade of his face and the steam out of his ears. but alas.. that is simply not possible realistically.

he's prolly like: what does this mean?! azuls tearing out his hair and grinding his teeth in his mind aggressively because let's face it; what does it mean? why on earth would you.. kiss him for no reason at all?!

you slump. "sorry, uhm,, let's just forget about this yeah?" you sigh. taking in his petrified face and shaking limbs as a sign of shock, and fear. you slap yourself in the face. stupid (name)

but azul peels off the hands on your face and displays a face that is a mixture of embarrassment and shyness. he just pulled out the courage out of his ass after seeing you upset.

and the last thing I want is you thinking that it is a mistake. he thinks. technically it is a mistake but... you get the point.

he doesn't know how to comfort you and just stands there like 🧍‍♂️

azul will start crying if you actually think it's a mistake.

jade leech

jade rn: 😲

you sure do know how to catch him off guard with the element of suprise. usually something as trivial as romance and,, kissing would have him tailing it out the room but he can say that was surprisingly pleasing.

pretends nothing happened to mess with you, literally enjoys your nervous glancing and distraught face.

🚩

but eventually tells you to warn him as you short circuit at the word 'next time' by the near end of his sentence. he really likes to mess with you.

joked aside he really does see whatever obsession ordinary humans have with the physical touch thing.. he can even say he feels a little greedy to keep you to himself.. you know maybe drag you to—

🚩🚩🚩🚩

oh well. to the unfortunate of others he seems way too happy. he's practically chasing everyone off with an eery smile behind you even if they so tried to converse with you.

here you got a happy, big, tall, scary, protective eel man who's obsessed in love.

floyd leech

it's insane how casual his response is.

and a little concerning to be honest, it feels like you guys don't even need a label to be doing whatever together. and it felt like that from the start 👁

he just smiles really wide, showing off his sharp teeth, picks you up and hugs you in the air with a joyous face.

which would have been cute if he didn't practically demand you for more!! if you had a hundred madol for every time floyd had started asking you for a kiss after the first one you'd be rich.

your lips actually feel numb and at some point you had started hiding because you are going to go insane if he asks for another. floyd is around the corner? you're shoving yourself into deuce's locker as you leave your poor friend to deal with floyd's; "have you seen shrimpy?"

you feel bad, of course. hiding from your practically boyfriend with no label but he really doesn't give you a break.

ahem 🚩 hearing "shrimpyy!!~" is like the omen for a tiring day.

we have a happy, big, tall, scary, protective eel man who's even more obsessed in love.

prank successfully failed??

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #x gn reader

3K notes · View notes

clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

Note

Hello! I love your writing, especially the cult of the lamb stuff lately (I’m absolutely obsessed with the game) and was wondering if you could do something for Lamb with a follower! Reader that’s cynical but devoted to the cult because the lamb saved them, and how their relationship with the reader would evolve into something romantic?

Awh thank you!! This game is still an ever-present obsession ghshghs

.........

"Another gift? What's the meaning of this, Leader? Is there a reason for-?"

"Calm yourself, [y/n]. I only wanted to show my most devoted follower some appreciation."

"........."

"You can open it." Awkwardly shuffling their hooves, Lamb stood there as they watched you slowly unwrap the gift they had given you.

You wouldn't say it was "generous", considering how such an exchange is usually preceded by a favor ranging from assistance with a ritual to being forcibly converted into a demon.

It's not how most of your fellow followers would think, as they'd praise their leader for giving them presents and swear undying loyalty to them.

You're a little bit different.

After seeing that Lamb's gift was a golden plushie made in their likeness, you just frowned slightly. "It's...cute." Then you stuffed it into the pocket of your robe. "But don't think you can just woo me over with trinkets like these. If you're trying to turn me soft like the rest of your-"

"There is no ulterior motive behind my nice gesture, I can assure you. And this cult isn't making anyone "soft"." They scowled back, nearly baring their sharp teeth, but managing to hold back.

"...sure. Now may I be dismissed?"

"Yes. You may go back to whatever you're doing."

Huffing, you left for your sheltered home, leaving Lamb to reflect on why your attitude was so....foul today. But then again, they remembered a very important trait of yours that a few followers shared with you:

Cynicism.

Right from the start, your faith in this cult was low. And your loyalties weren't so easily boosted by gifts, confessions, decorations, and sermons...and yet despite your pessimistic ways of thinking, you've yet to actually dissent.

Dissenters usually began with the most cynical of followers, but you never acted like you hated Lamb themselves nor the way they run things here.

In fact, it's true you're the most devoted. You've gone to every sermon, assisted with rituals when needed, and even guided the young on the ways of this cult and aided the elderly.

You were everything Lamb wanted...

The only issue was your attitude towards their kindness.

But after a little bit of mindreading, they were aware that you've been in a different cult long before this one.

Your former leader had also done nice things for you, providing the basic necessities you've craved....all to make you gullible and willing to follow their every word.

Then they betrayed you to the Bishops of the Old Faith without a warning. You've done no wrong and never spoke out against anything they've done.

You never mattered to them. You were just a means to an end. A tool to help strengthen their cult and appease those "gods".

So even after Lamb saved you from the sacrificial altar, that bitterness and fear lingered. You were hesitant to let your guard down....especially when you became showered in gifts as thanks for your devotion.

In the back of your mind, you anticipated when they'd betray you when you least expected it--or perhaps they'd listen to the ludicrous idea of sacrificing or jailing you as some sick "prank" by another follower just to entertain them.

Surely, you were all just tools and entertainment to this sheep, right?

Yet there was a big part of you that didn't want to believe that..

You wanted to believe they were genuine in their gestures.

..........

"The Lamb has abandoned you all!! They are no hero!! They will fall to Bishop Shamura!!!"

"...really? It's too early for this crap.."

After going to bed feeling somewhat content, you woke up feeling groggy and annoyed as you heard some dissenter shouting nonsense outside. You drew back your shelter's curtain to see Hauras stationing himself near the shrine, holding a megaphone made of twigs.

Normally, the elders would be doing their morning prayers at the center, but with the scorpion being an absolute nuisance and a danger...they had no choice but to pray elsewhere.

It's no surprise that he was gonna be sour over his defeat and subsequent indoctrination for a long time, as he was the last of Shamura's keepers.

Speaking of whom, Lamb was still on their long crusade to finally kill the last standing bishop for good.

Even so, that pest thought demoralizing the cult's faith in them would be effective. But you weren't going to listen to this all damn morning.

And besides, your leader has tasked you with collecting lumbar as some new trees have recently sprouted. You've chopped them all down.....except for the one Hauras was standing right beside.

Lucky you.

Rolling your eyes, you just went ahead to make yourself breakfast, eating as you watched the other followers closely. A few of the overzealous ones shrugged off his words and continued on with their day, although some of the newer members looked confused and even anxious, thinking he was right about Lamb.

At that point, he began drawing a small crowd, but as you finally approached with an axe, they dispersed.

Hauras sneered, eyes literally seething red. "What do you want?"

"I wish you would take your little tirade elsewhere so our elders to pray here. Plus I need to chop down the-."

"You're [y/n], aren't you? The one who always second-guesses Lamb's "kindness"?" He chittered with a small smirk. "I've seen how you've acted around them...you hate them, don't you?"

"I don't hate them." You scowled. "They saved-"

"Sure, they saved you...but only because you're a means to an end." He taunted. "You don't have to lie around me. You think they're selfish..greedy..and no different from the Bishops of the Old Faith. They seek to replace them, but they won't replace Lord Shamura. I may have failed, but I know they-"

Fed up, you swiped the megaphone from his pinchers, throwing it towards a nearby boulder and smashing it to pieces.

He gasped. "How DARE YOU-?!!" After trying to whip his tail at you in retaliation, you dodged and managed to trip him, causing him to hit the ground hard as he laid on his back, groaning.

Then you stomped on his tail, hearing his pained yell that attracted the attention of other nearby followers. You, however, paid no mind to them. "You talk too much."

"R-Release me!!"

"I can....but first tell me one thing, Hauras."

"...what?"

"How badly do you need this stinger?"

His eyes widened with terror as he saw the blade of your axe glistening in the morning sunlight, hovering dangerously close to where his stinger connected to the tip of his tail.

"N-No.." He shuddered. "You wouldn't dare.."

"Then maybe I ought to tell Lamb you're singing praises about Shamura...and we'll see if it's more than just your stinger that you lose." You had a menacing glint in your eyes.

"Please..they would never-!!"

"[Y/n]. Hauras."

You both froze and looked to see Lamb suddenly standing there, their expression full of bewilderment at what was happening before them.

The moment you took your foot off of Hauras' tail, he scrambled to his feet and ran over to them. "Great Leader! They threatened to rip out my stinger!" He kneeled down, feigning tears. "You must punish them! They are-!"

"I've heard everything, Hauras." They cut him off, giving him a stern glare. "You're dissenting again, threatening our elders, and I'm honestly getting quite sick of it. But don't worry about defending Shamura anymore...for I've claimed their heart."

From the pockets of their cloak, they revealed the purplish thorn-wrapped organ, surprising both of you.

The scorpion, however, got up and scurried away to vomit somewhere, utterly repulsed by the sight and smell of blood.

It's clear to say he wasn't going to dissent anymore.

You scoffed. "That was one of Shamura's finest warriors, capable of melting his enemies from the inside out....and he gets disgusted by that?"

"It surprised me, too." Lamb glanced at you, smiling a little as they put the heart away. "I appreciate you defending me in my absence-"

"He was trying to put words in my mouth, and I didn't like that." You quickly spoke, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Like all scorpions, he was being a little pest...and this cult has no time for that."

"...that is true. The One Who Waits wishes to speak with me after I've broken all the chains, but for now..allow me to help you cut down this tree." The Red Crown flew off their head, turning into a gleaming axe in their hands. "It's pretty sturdy-looking. Should give us enough lumbar to improve the shelters."

"....alright. Thanks for the assist, Leader." Was all you said before heading over to the tree, while they hung back for a moment to process what you said to them.

A simple thank you.

That was all they've been wanting to hear from you for a long time, and you said it! To them!

It made their smile grow tenfold, before they quickened their pace in following you, ignoring the calls of their other followers. They could feel their own tail wagging with delight.

Were you finally warming up to them?

............

"Come dance with me, [y/n]!"

"...I don't dance."

"In this cult, we do. Now c'monnn.." Lamb tugged on your hands, pouting much like a needy child as you rolled your eyes.

Who would have thought someone with such a sweet face would change the lands of the Old Faith forever?

At last, they usurped the One Who Wait--or Narinder, as he was called--proving themselves worthy of the crown that many, yourself included, believed they didn't deserve.

Although you were still shaken up after being kidnapped and almost sacrificed to him (alongside the entire cult)...you saw that terrified look upon your leader's face, and realized there's no way they could have known..

Narinder had tricked all of you, and Lamb fought back not just for their own life, but for everyone's as well.

Especially yours.

That's what ultimately restored your faith in them.

Once everything was said and done, a huge celebration commenced--and lasted for three whole days.

Tonight, for the grand finale, Lamb wished to have a dance around the bonfire. You and your followers worked hard to gather as much wood as possible, before they ignited it at sundown.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing the red flames flickering and the smoke rising high into the night sky, lighting up the cult grounds and golden decor. And seeing the followers cheer, dance, sing, and play music was a lovely thing to witness.

You, however, felt content with just observing the scene..

Or at least, until a certain sheep approached and offered you a dance.

So maybe they did find a way into your heart after all, but you insisted on entertaining them with only one short dance. Just so they stopped pestering you.

Yet it lasted longer than you thought.

Together you two shuffled, twirled, and swayed..all while some other followers took inspiration and danced with their significant others and crushes.

Yet all you could focus on was Lamb and their surprisingly elegant motions.

Nothing else.

Eventually, you both settled into a slow and gentle sway, embracing each other with them burying their face into your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The blush on your cheeks was nearly as red as your robe at this point.

But you took in this peaceful and intimate moment, your hand gingerly stroking the back of their wooly head. The Red Crown was absent, instead being on the ground beside your feet, looking up at you.

For a brief second, you gazed at it, your blush worsening as it gave you a single wink. 'Huh..they're comfortable enough to leave it off in my presence..? They trust me this much?'

"Is it wise to leave your precious crown where any fool can just steal it, Lamb?"

"Why? You fancy stealing it yourself, hm?" They looked up at you with a teasing smile. "You're the most precious thing to me..the crown is just a tool at the end of the day."

"Like all the followers you work to th...."

You stopped.

It suddenly just occurred to you that they called you "precious". But why?

Were they infatuated with you?

Were you infatuated with them?

Lamb tilted their head. "What's wrong, [y/n]?"

You only gazed back at them, at first completely tongue-tied as you saw the curious glint in their eyes, alongside the red fire that reflected off of them.

It made your heart beat fast. Heat rose to your cheeks again...and it wasn't because of the flames.

That's all it took for the final wall to crumble.

You sighed quietly, relaxing your shoulders as you offered them a tiny smile. "Nothing, my dear leader. For the first time since you've saved me, I feel...at peace being here with you. This place, and you, make me feel....safe."

Lamb nearly teared up at your words. "I'm glad. Would you like to be-?"

"Yes."

Their ears perked up with surprise. Now it was their turn to blush as scarlet covered their gray cheeks. "You...knew what I was going to say?"

"You're not the only mind-reader around here, Lamb." You chuckled at their cuteness. "If it's alright, I'd rather...take it slow. No rush to do a marriage ritual."

That took a big weight off their shoulders.

You understood what they wanted the most. You've always understood them better than anyone. Even Narinder himself.

They were so elated they couldn't help but pull you into a kiss, not minding all the followers gasping and cooing at the intimate display.

None of them mattered, though.

Only you two.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl lamb x reader #cotl lamb #follower reader

413 notes · View notes

galactiquest · 8 months

Note

Feral for affection uncanny vash or knives.

🌻have a good day

Hi there Sunflower Anon! I'm going to call you that, especially if you come back again with another sunflower. Thanks for the ask!!

I've seen the uncanny Vash and Knives stuff blow up in popularity. I Was there. Though sometimes I feel it's disingenuous to call them uncanny--that's our human interpretation of their forms. Maybe something more along the lines of primal? Well, syntax aside, I think it's a super fun idea to lean more into the alien ideals of Plants. I have plenty of my own headcanons for how the two look and operate, but, let's not focus on that right now. Let's just get affectionate!

Vash and Knives x Reader: Affections (Uncanny ver.)

Content Warnings: General uncanny or possibly unnerving content ahead. Features like multiple eyes/limbs/etc. are discussed, and there may be an implicit body horror to it. No violence, though! Just cuteness aside from all that!

Vash

I think Vash is pretty hesitant at first to show you any sort of uncanny parts of himself. I mean, we already know how he feels about his scars--he really doesn't want to scare you off, especially once you two have become close.

But if you can slowly and gently coax him out of his shell, if you can convince him that yes, you'll love every part of him, no matter how ugly he may think those parts are, he'll eventually relent.

And at first, it's just a few features that pop out. It might be reflective, glowy eyes in the nighttime, or fingers that have grown out just a little too long for the average man, or even a few spiny scutes along his back.

Once he's comfortable, though? He lets it all hang out. Not like that--he just allows his true form to come through. And there's lots of limbs and even some sharp edges to deal with... But if you're patient, you'll find he's maybe even more affectionate like this!

Cuddles end up the best because now instead of two (sometimes one, if he has the prosthetic off) arms around you, it's six (more like five!) and you are ever-so-tightly squeezed against his body. He also has a very comfortable temperature, so you never have to worry about being too hot or too cold. It's just right!

Purring. Yes, I know it's cliché, I know that it's mentioned in every imagine, but come on. It's so cute. I don't think it's like animal purring, though, maybe more like an engine. Or perhaps more akin to a larger cat purring. Less cutesy, more... well, rumbly. Sometimes it makes his whole body vibrate.

With his extra appendages, he loves to tickle you. Prepare to be bombarded with tickles. He's able to dance across your skin so fast that you can barely catch him in time to try and swat him away.

Kisses! He tries to be so careful with kisses since his jaw can unhinge and all that. And lots of teeth get in the way. But if you don't mind that... Or perhaps, if you're into that... Well, you can definitely start experimenting. But he's still as gentle as possible.

Knives

Now this is someone who's not afraid to show you their true self. Knives is going to quickly reveal his primal form to you. If you can't learn to get comfortable with it, he's obviously not for you. (It begs the question as to why he keeps a more humanoid form too--maybe it's just easier to get around in human-sized spaces with?)

No matter your initial reaction, I think he's going to make some kind of comment. You get scared? Typical human. You like it? Disgusting. You act as utterly neutral as possible? Don't lie to yourself. There's seriously no winning with him.

But with whatever charm (or perhaps sheer persistence) you give, the two of you are a pair now. And if there's one word to describe how he acts with you? It's protective.

If you two are ever out and about, he's got a sharp, bright wing curled over and around you, shielding from peering eyes. On the outside, it's all points and blades (and knives?) but on the inside, only for you to see, there's some softer, more downy feathers. Just so you won't rust up the blades, whatever you say, Knives.

His conscious self isn't keen to showing affection, but his subconscious body sure is. Expect a few tingly vines trying to wrap around and hold your hand, or a tail-like appendage that rests on your waist/shoulders, or a wing tickling your cheek. He swears he isn't doing it intentionally.

Unlike his brother, he's not a super affectionate guy, as stated above, so don't expect much in the way of kisses. Unless the two of you are alone, and he's in a better-than-usual mood. Then his cravings might get the better of him, and he might just tackle on top of you to bite a chunk out of you--I mean, get a few sloppy kisses in.

Overall? In front of others, relatively distant. Behind closed doors? You're becoming his. Tight tendrils keep you close at night, teeth nibble at the nape of your neck, the sharp edges of leaves or feathers tease your skin but never come too close. He's too precise to actually ever hurt you.

End Notes: I think their "true" forms are something akin to an insectoid/angelic/plant-like mix, where it's sort of indescribable, archaic, tangled and messy. Maybe I ought to draw them and show you all...~

Also, there REALLY need to be more 1998 Knives gifs, or I'm about to pony up and just make a buttload of my own.

Okay, last note. Sorry this took me a while! I just moved back into college and my first week was busy! (^人^)

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #knives x reader #millions knives x reader #trigun x reader #galactifics #love mail #Anonymous #🌻 anon #look at that you even get your own tag so if you come back you can send me more!!!

181 notes · View notes

roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

Note

Can i request the Mafia fish with Introvert!reader who’s rarely interact with people and they found out that they’re reader’s muse for painting art bcus all reader can think about is them HSSBSJA

I CRAVE FLUFF TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY

Mafia fish it is!! hehehe

GN! Reader

Floyd

He's quite scary to you, since he's so extroverted, and he's so engergetic, while you're just a silent, no energy person. He likes to sqeeze you quite often, so often you've begun to recognize his footsteps. Though he may be scary, you can't seem to get him off your mind, so... you make him your little guinea pig. He gets to sqeeze you? You get to use him as an art guinea pig, fair is fair, after all. Of course, you weren't gonna announce to him that he's your art guinea pig, who knows what he'd do to you...

"Whatcha drawing shrimpy-chan?" He suddenly said from behind you. He had entered your art room without you noticing, and now you've got yourself in a sticky situation, looking at him with a half shocked, half terrified look on your face. He laughs at you.

"Awww shrimpy! don't be scared! I just wanna see! Is that me?" he asks, you turn away and slowly nod, and he sqeezes you as if it were his last day on earth.

"Awwww! Shrimpy!!! You drew meeeee!" he laughs, you cough from how he's sqeezing you, and he puts you down.

You stay silent for a moment, before silently speaking, "W-well... you get to sqeeze me all the time, so.... its only fair if I get to use you as my art guinea pig in exchange..." He laughs.

"Hahahaha! Shrimpy is so funny!" he smiles with his sharp teeth, "Can I watch you draw??" He asks, you nod slowly, making him jump slightly in happiness, "yaaaay!"

Jade

Like Floyd, he's also scary to you, he's not the type of person you'd wanna get in the bad side of, though most of the time you avoid him, you do see him in the halls once in a while, and when you do, he gives you a smile that looks nice, but probably has some sinister plan underneath that has you involved. even though you've only seen him those few times, and how scary he is, you can't seem to get him out of your head, so you tend to draw him often, very regular, gentlemanly poses, nothing strange.

"an exquisite painting of me you've done, darling." you hear his voice linger behind you, making you jump, with a slight "eep!" escaping your mouth, he chuckles softly

"No need to be afraid... I quite like it." he says, smiling. you silently ask "Really?" he chuckles again.

"but of course, never had I seen someone as talented in art as you... This is because I was on your mind, yes?" he asked, dang... he caught you red handed.

Azul

Ah, yes, Azul Ashengrotto. Despite his powerful reputation as the owner of Monstro Lounge and dormleader of Octavinelle, you find him quite pretty, you two have some of the same classes together, and sometimes you can't help but secretly stare at him, you sometimes have a tendancy to draw him in your sketchbooks, in fact, 50% of your most recent sketchbook is filled with drawings of him, little notes on the drawings like "Pretty..." or "He's very cool..."

Though you haven't interacted often, he seems knows you quite well, which scares you, because, well... What if he finds your sketchbook? What will he say about all the drawings of him that are there? Would he think you're creepy? It's something you panic about almost everyday.

Your favorite place to draw is in the bontanical garden, because its just so pretty there... you sigh, as even when Azul isn't in seeing distance, you still can't seem to get him out of your head, his eyes, glasses, face, hair, personality... its all stuck in there like it was superglued in there, so you draw him. You don't draw anything strange, of course, you only draw him normally, sometimes doing full body, sometimes doing bust-up drawings... and you even draw little chibis too.

"How cute..." you hear a familiar voice behind you, causing you to jump, immediately holding your sketchbook in your arms and turning to see the person behind you. and of course... It was none other than the person you were just drawing, Azul Ashemgrotto. You enter a state of panic, 'what's he gonna say??? What do I do????'

He laughs lightly, "No need to panic, I don't bite." he says, "I simply came to admire your art, the drawings you do of me are always quite amazing."

And that didn't help calm down your panic, you ushered a small "Y-you saw them?" with a stuttered, quite and soft voice, clearly shaking.

He smiles, "Yes, I did, but I really like your drawings, I'm... actually flattered you think I'm so pretty..." he says, his face turning a bit red from blush, and his voice going softer, as you your eyes, as you stop panicing, you ask him softly "so you... don't find it weird...?"

"Of course not... It... actually makes me quite happy... But please don't tell Floyd and Jade or anyone I said that! They'd tease me mercilessly..." he said as he sighed, you chuckle a bit.

"Hehehe... I won't... And... I'm... glad you like my drawings..." you say quietly with a smile.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech #fish mafia

639 notes · View notes

eyelessfog · 1 year

Text

When she sees him for the first time, she almost recognizes him, is the thing.

Well- she does recognize him. It's Ren, obviously, all brown hair and big ears and tail and his certain way of baring his teeth and he's the right height and shape and-

It's Ren, is the point. It is very obviously Ren.

It's just that Ren died quite early on, and Pearl has been alone for a long, long time.

She won, thanks to Scott's help, but she has scars from the second explosion, and the rest of her dogs died with him. The borders shot out, and she was left to explore.

And explore she did. She didn't want to see the remains of the Red Velvet Keep, or Box, or the Ranch, or the Relation, or the Mid-Century-Modern-whatever-the-hell, or Cleo and Scott's places.

She definitely didn't want to see her tower ever again.

Little houses she made on the way out were always cute little coves built into hills. Low to the ground. Safe and cozy.

Lonely.

She sees him in the morning, staring out from a cliff edge she built her newest little house by. He's close enough that she can see him clearly, but far enough that she doesn't try to call out. Her voice is hoarse from disuse. She hasn't talked to anyone in weeks.

Still, she starts the trek up to the top of the cliff where he was.

He's gone by the time she gets there, but that's okay. She's patient. She can be patient.

She sits, capelet wrapped around her shoulders like it'll do more than it really will, and waits.

She falls asleep at some point. Of course she does. She's exhausted. She's been exhausted for longer than she can remember.

She wakes up to a voice.

"The hell are ya doin' here, lassie?" Asks someone who is barely Ren in a voice that is barely Ren's.

Pearl blinks her eyes open and turns.

He's not the Ren she knows. Sunglasses on a snarling face, hair messy and sticky with blood, a crown of gold with spines that look sharp enough to stab, a cloak of grey fur, a scar displayed almost proudly around his neck, and claws sharper than Ren has ever had.

There's something wrong with him.

That's fine. There's something wrong with her too.

"Hi Ren," Pearl says.

Ren - or not - growls. "Who th' hell are you?"

Pearl leans alllll the way back, so that she's lying down and staring up at him. He curls forward to look at her in a way that is familiar- Ren always tried to keep himself low to the ground.

"I'm Pearl," Pearl says. "I'm the Scarlet Snow Witch." She accentuates the name with a giggle. It had always been too high pitched for the others to feel comfortable.

"Hm," Ren-or-not says. "I'm Ren Dog." He is Ren, then.

He smiles in a way that is more showing off his teeth- and they are sharp and bloodied and beautiful in a way that only her tired mind can appreciate.

"Ye may call me th' Red Winter King though."

"Wow...." Pearl gasps. "We're the same then, aren't we?"

The Red Winter King raises a brow. "Are we?"

Pearl reaches an arm up, and imagines touching his crown. She wonders if he would let her.

"Yeah. Red winter. You're talking about blood on the snow, aren't you? The only difference is that you're a king, and I'm a witch. But that's okay, isn't it? We're just a little different. Not too much. Not too similar either."

The Red Winter King makes a rumbling sound in his chest and kneels down so that her hand only barely avoids touching his face. She pulls her arm back.

"Nay," he says. "Th' Red Winter r'fers to me." He lowers his sunglasses, and Pearl can see his eyes now - bright red.

Third life red.

Pearl gasps. "You're red!"

The Red Winter King surveys her, then puts his glasses back on properly. "As are thou."

"I don't think that's how that word works."

The Red Winter King - but he looks more like Ren, here - sniffs. "The word works as I wish it to, lassie."

Pearl stares.

"You should join me," Pearl says suddenly. "I'm going on a big adventure, and I want you to join me. We'll be red together. A king and a witch."

Ren - because she can't look at him and see anyone but Ren - stares down at her. His lips curl into a smile slowly, slowly.

"A king and a witch. I think I can work wit' that." He offers a hand out to shake, and Pearl takes it, upside down.

#[written in stone]#red snow duo #rendog #renthedog #pearlescentmoon #UHHHHHH uh.#double life smp #dlsmp #third life smp #tlsmp

491 notes · View notes

mono-dot-jpeg · 8 months

Text

[1:43am]

a/n; cute timestamp 143 (ily) i almost forgot this idea i had for twst since i was thinking about dragon reader. but this time i was thinking about nimona shark so.... an excuse for me to write for octo dorm again

platonic??? romantic??? idk you can decide.

you loved your home (back in the ocean) and all but man, you couldn't help but gravitate even more towards the ocean themed dorm. you don't like getting attached to people. you kind of live with your own school of sharks when it was feeding time, and that was it for the most part.

but you wanted a friend or two... one that wasn't scared of you at least. that was a hard ask back in your school (as if you've only lived in the sea until this exchange program).

but here, you had a chance at least!

you learned about the dorm and you were hooked from the start. when you first met floyd and jade, you were caught off guard with their sharp teeth and supposedly odd personalities. you understood the fear.. you think. but you thought floyd seemed nice despite the raving rumors around him. maybe it was because you knew that you could body him with your size and height alone.

you were a very big shark after all. and floyd seemed interested. before he had a chance to really know you, he called you a whale (not out of insult but as a nickname), and you had corrected him that you were a whale shark. "i'm not a whale, i'm a whale shark." the lack of sharp teeth had him even more interested. "very different creatures clearly."

"hehe, looks like sharky has some bite after all!" floyd snickered as this was a first meeting and he's only heard you from gossip. "we're gonna get along great."

that was a lie. he always tried to get on your nerves because of your loner-like personality. how you didn't really mind other guppies (humans) and how you didn't even mind being friends with leona's dorm members. you didn't really care most of the time when he did it, which did get him bored.

but then you met jade and the dorm leader himself, azul. your tall stature had initially startled him. but you reassued him, "don't worry, i don't eat octopus." somehow, you had amused the leech twins, both of them snickering at your blunt statement as azul stares up at you in disbelief. "i really don't."

"it's true." floyd vouches. "they eat people." he almost says it a little too seriously, causing you to smack him behind the head. "sharky!"

"i don't eat people. you do."

"well, that's just not true!"

"don't lie about me and i won't lie about you." and somehow you find a job in the lounge, becoming a host or the last line of security for the place. you certainly capture the attention of other students. you reflect most of your shark counterparts and behaviors that scare them, but you're really a gentle person.

you provide an odd sense of comfort to the guests of the lounge. it's rather endearing watching a shark-mer such as yourself try to be gentle and (mostly) nice to others.

floyd often turns to you for when he wants to squeeze something, and he just doesn't feel like chasing that magicless prefect yet. you're not really a warm-blooded person, so it's not a warm hug or anything, but you are one of the few people who can take a squeeze from the eel. and he takes that to his advantage. sometimes you are forced to carry him around when he's feeling extra clingy, but you don't seem to mind.

jade comes to you when he's done forcing mushroom dishes to his twin. you have a big appetite, so it only makes sense for him to test dishes with you around. he likes your peaceful presence as well, always commenting how people must mistake you for those violent shark movies and videos that those guppies watch. you sigh heavily every time when someone talks about those movies and if they were actually how sharks were.

azul comes to you for your calm presence. he warmed up to you slowly as you were still technically one of the few biggest sharks. but you always tell him it's okay to be scared of you because you're just used to it. and he's a little concerned now. "do you not have many friends because of your lineage?"

"no one likes a scary shark. not many people, at least." and it kind of reminds him of how alone he felt back in elementary. and he gave himself a silent pack to just not make you feel that way. he had even offered to let you swim the back lounge area for the employees. you were very happy at that. of course, he didn't fully account for how big your shark-mer form really was. but you looked so happy, he couldn't ruin that for you. and after that, he opened up a bit more and you both spend your time together in a comforting silence while he works and you rest or work with him. you're not the best with negotiating, but you do bring an energy that helps ease the clients (or scare them) into signing his contracts.

unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and you had to go back to your school because the exchange program ended. you were all kind of sad. but at least you knew that you had made a friend, and that felt like enough. they promised to visit and everything. even inviting you to school events at nrc if it was possible. and you offer the same as well.

you don't mind being a scary shark anymore.

#twisted wonderland floyd #twisted wonderland azul #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland floyd leech #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #twst floyd #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #twst jade #twst octavinelle

109 notes · View notes

suzukiblu · 5 months

Note

Hi! I love too much of your writing to pick one myself, so can I ask for either transfemme Kon with amazon soulmates or trans Clark but not trans Kon for wip Wednesday?

transfemme Kon and her Amazon soulmoms:

He hears wind whipping through a cape and a thrumming, inhuman heartbeat, and a moment later Kal lands lightly on the street in front of him, frowning in faint concern. Which makes sense, since Kon is currently hanging out with a supervillain and his two favorite lackeys. That is definitely something Kal should find concerning. Kon sure as shit finds it concerning.

“Everything okay down here, Superboy?” Kal asks, his eyes briefly flicking towards Luthor. Kon only wishes Luthor were the problem here.

“I can’t answer that question without confusing myself,” he mutters with a grimace, hunching his shoulders.

“What?” Kal says with a deeper frown.

“Is your presence really necessary here, don't you have an intrepid reporter to compromise the marital vows of?” Luthor asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Please shut the fuck up,” Kon says, gritting his teeth. Fuck, like Kal would ever fuck with Lois Lane’s marriage, she’s his friend. Kon has no idea why she picked Clark Kent over Superman, mind, but if she has a thing for slightly incompetent farmboy reporters with shitty posture, that’s her prerogative or whatever.

He guesses the guy is kinda cute, if you squint. And if, like, you’re a fan of especially hapless and nerdy puppies.

Kon cannot imagine what their sex life must be like, though.

the one where Clark is trans and Kon is not:

“Fucking prick,” Kon snaps, and Match looks unimpressed. She wonders if Match cares about being insulted like that–like, gendered insults or whatever. She wonders if Match is her . . . not-actual-sister. If Match is just as much of a girl as she is.

As Kal isn’t.

She wishes she knew, though it’s not like it matters. Even if Match were a girl, she’d–he’d, they’d, not it’d–still be an asshole. Still be standing here in front of her calling her “difficult” because she isn’t going to let the Agenda chop her up for parts or unzip her DNA again or . . . whatever other fucked-up thing they wanna do with the dead body everyone would still be calling “Superboy”.

Kon can’t let herself die if she’s gonna be getting buried as Superboy. That’s just–not a thing that she can do.

It’s going to happen one day, she knows, but she’s not just gonna lay down and take it.

“Just give it up, Superboy,” Match says with a bored, disdainful expression, posture shifting into aggressive readiness; into a stance that could go from neutral to offensive in about two seconds flat. She’s seen it happen. She’s done it.

They’ve got the same body, after all, whether it’s right or wrong on both of them or not.

“Over your dead body,” Kon snarls, and then she thinks of the cell walls she slashed into with her TTK and throws herself at Match with her fists wrapped in invisible sharp edges like telekinetic brass knuckles. She needs to do damage, make Match think twice and fall back, and do it quick.

Though it’s admittedly not very smart to use a trick that Match could probably figure out how to copy, but when is she ever smart anyway? When has she ever been, even once?

#anonymous #wip: amazon kon #wip: trans clark and cis kon #long post

80 notes · View notes

saintarmand · 19 days

Text

a stray cat from a toy shop

while i'd noted it before, this post by @iwtvfanevents gave me a title for the cat painting in claudia's room: The Kitten's Art Lesson by Henriëtte Ronner-Knip. (if you enjoy being insane like me go read the artist's biography at the link, but keep in mind that just because you CAN draw parallels doesn't mean they were necessarily intentional. but they ARE delightful.)

let's take a look at the kitten's art lesson!

the kittens are studying under the watchful eye of the adult cat, who seems disappointed by the lack of decorum. the kittens are in a playful mood! one of them has torn through a painting. another is clinging to the art board with tooth and nail... just playing or trying to hold on after nearly falling? a couple are in a half closed drawer—almost like they could be trapped inside at any moment. one has actually found a paint brush but doesn't seem to know what to do with it. the teacher is not impressed.

i can't help but note the one staring towards us from the drawer looks awfully familiar:

the art teacher and students aren't the only cats in claudia's room; there's also a cat statuette on the mantle (click to see the closeups in full.)

above the cat painting, there's a blurry painting of what looks like some women sitting, and one of them looks she might have a cat in her lap, though that might be wishful thinking on my part. the bottom of the painting blends in so well with the wallpaper that at first glance i actually thought the painting had been cut into, which sent me on a wild train of thought but yeah that's not actually true lol. but the effect is interesting regardless. the cat on the mantle definitely evokes the idea that it escaped from the painting nearby, and could flee at any moment—and in episode 6, it's no longer on the mantle or anywhere else that i can see.

i wonder if it broke along with so much else in the house at the end of episode 5, or if claudia moved it somewhere. fellow insane people keep an eye out, a kitty's gone loose!

so... why cats?

there aren't many cat references in iwtv compared to other animals, but the ones that are there speak volumes. in episode 3, we see louis bite into a black cat as a substitute for the human blood he craves. later in the evening lestat says he "fears for the feline population of new orleans" (after comparing louis to fish and birds). when louis reaches a breaking point, "rats, cats, dogs, would no longer suffice." so what he really wants or needs is something else?

in the next episode, claudia delivers the punchline:

“I used to [live around here] too. I remember there used to be a toy shop a few doors down by there. They used to keep stray cats in boxes for people to take.”

claudia sees herself as a cat. louis took her in like a stray—a helpless little kitten in need of rescue—and he took her (took for free because no one else wanted her) from a box at a toy shop—a place where you find things to play with.

but cats love to play and they love sleeping in boxes so this is fine actually!

...right?

claudia knows herself much better than anyone else in this show. she is a cat in a kitten's body.

the thing you always have to keep in mind about cats is that they are not docile and subservient by nature. they don't do things because they are told but because they choose to. a cat's fur may be pretty and soft to touch, but don't forget those sharp teeth and claws! it's not that they don't like to be pet at all, you just have to get permission first. and even if you do, they might just change their mind, as is their right.

cats do like good company but they also like their independence. they prefer to come and go as they please; not to be locked up inside, and not to be kept on leashes. they like boxes because they feel safe in there, but they also like to jump out for play time: hunt! catch! kill!

they may be small and cute and soft but they're still predators, and brutal ones. if they don't get to hunt for their food in your care, you better find them another outlet or they'll go for your ankles. they developed that instinct to survive, but hunting also happens to be fun! cats love to play with their food.

if you manage to earn their trust, they'll make for wonderful companions—but do not make the mistake of assuming you can ever own them... or you'll have to sleep with one eye open like they do. they're quick and clever but also patient, and they know how to move without a sound. let them out of your sight for even a second, and you won't know what hit you until it's too late. and they'll relish the kill!

no matter how others may speak of her, claudia is not a lap dog, nor a bird in a feathered nest. lestat is not a beauceron herding sheep, and his last name does not make him a lion. the three of them are not fellow dogs either. from the very beginning, claudia knows she's a cat. and by the end, she realizes what lestat let slip in the pilot: he's just an overgrown fucking rat. and while “a cat and a rat” rhymes, that does not mean they're the same thing.

#vampterview #spark in the dark #interview with the vampire #hopefully this inspires me to finally make that pig reference compilation soon that's another great motif #also there's some fish stuff which i don't really have a great handle on yet. i should probably make the compilation just to figure it out #iwtv #claudia #s #iwtv animals

31 notes · View notes

bonny-kookoo · 1 year

Text

Kaleidoscope: Heart

Tags/Warnings: Alien! Jungkook, Alien!Jimin, Alien!Yoongi, Human!Reader, strangers to lovers, poly!AU, tentacles (lord forgive me for I will sin), long tongues and sharp teeth and horns and tails and who's even surprised anymore?

Additional Chapter Warnings: soft, fluff, so much fluff

Length: short

Other content: Intro, Bonding

☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆

After a few weeks of living together, everyone has gotten used to your ways of communication, your ways of putting each of them in some sort of role for you. It's very interesting to observe you each day, your behavior sometimes oddly charming in its own unique ways.

In short; you're just really cute.

Yoongi is also very much happy about the fact that you seem to actively seek him out for help nowadays, the wall of wariness finally overcome as he's become your first choice if anything starts to confuse or overwhelm you. Seasonal storms outside? If you don't want to sleep alone you can always sneak into Yoongis bed, even if the others are home too (they will actively cuddle you no questions asked). Can't read something in a store, but it looks interesting? Just pull on his sleeve, and make sure to point it out, and he will in detail try to explain to you what it is you're wondering about.

Jungkook at this point, has become a protector of sorts. The world outside can be scary, especially with all the new things you're experiencing, like traffic and seasonal festivals. Fear instantly glues you to his side, but his presence also boosts your curiosity; if he approaches something with no signs of worry, then you will go along as well, no questions asked. It makes Yoongi always keen on keeping an eye out for you both however; since Jungkook sometimes does forget that there's things he can easily deal with that could very much prove to be fatal- like certain foods or heights for example. You don't have the assistance of a tail and extra appendages to secure you on higher levels, nothing there to break your fall if you were to loose balance at any point.

And Jimin takes the full role of a more caring person for you.

Be it by making sure you take your vitamins and supplements every day, to keeping track of your doctors appointments; Jimin has it all together it seems. And while he takes great care of your physical body, he also makes sure to care for your mental health as well. His kind, after all, always thrives towards perfect balance in mind and body, so he makes sure you always know that with them, you're safe and protected and always cared for. Safety is an important factor to heal; and he knows, there's much for you to heal from.

"She sleeps a lot." Jungkook mumbles almost disappointed, watching you nap on the blankets laid out for you on the living room floor by Yoongi a few days earlier. You seem to appreciate that greatly, finally resting wherever, whenever- no longer worried of any danger with them around. "Is that normal?" He wonders, tapping your nose.

"Yeah, Humans do generally need around 7 hours of sleep at that age." Jimin nods, while Yoongi clicks his tongue.

"Jungkook, leave her be." He scolds, making the youngest alien in the room almost pout.

"But, why do those tiny bodies need so much rest. It doesn't make sense!" He says, sitting up now close to you while you stretch, before turning around and curling into a different position.

Jimin shrugs from the side, joining you on the blanket pile. "They're simply different. And considering everything, I'm glad she feels finally safe enough to be as vulnerable as right now around us." He hums with a small smile.

"True." Yoongi nods. "I didn't think she'd become so relaxed so quickly." He says more or less to himself.

"Well, we're simply the best mates ever." Jungkook scoffs. "So no surprise there."

"You're so cocky." Jimin teases, before he lays down close to you.

"No come on, you can't be serious." Jungkook whines, watching his mate pull you close to him before he closes his eyes. And much to his disagreement, yoongi joins in not long after. "Seriously?" He growls impatiently, making both aliens laugh a little to themselves while hugging you in one way or another.

"You're stupid." Jungkook huffs, though he does join in as well.

And ends up sleeping just as long as you, in fact.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jimin imagine #yoongi imagine

283 notes · View notes

sweet-honey-tears · 5 months

Text

The Pupils Crush

Shinso x FemReader

Shinso has a crush on Aizawa’s daughter

As promised! I hope you enjoy this and sorry for the wait- it’s been crazy. Love you all and thank you for still sticking around🤍

Shinso wasn't sure when he realized he liked you. Maybe it was when Denki showed him a picture of something, and his first thought was you- how you'd do that laugh he thought was so cute. His mind traced back to when you snorted by accident at something you two were watching and the horror on your face when you realized. And then the smile you gave when all he did was smirk at you. How you showed all your teeth at him when you saw him.

Shinso watched as you walked in with Aizawa, his hand placed protectively on your backpack as if it were a shield. Shinso rarely saw his instructor smile, but he always did when you told him something. It was so slight that it seemed only the teachers and Shinso noticed.

It was after a rough practice with some of the students of A-1 that left Shinso beaten yet reluctant to go to Recovery Girl.

"Shinso, ya gotta go, man!” Denki begged/

"I'll be fine."

"Shin, your side is pretty bruised. It's not manly to refuse help!" Kirishima said, getting dragged over by Denki’s shouting.

Shinso groaned, head tilting back as he hissed from pain. The feeling of a sharp spike rippling through his side.

"Come on, SenserScreen; he's over here." Shinso looked up at Bakugo's voice. Why the hell were so many people gathering around him? Then he saw you, still dressed in your pristine uniform, likely being dragged from your usual study spot. "Alright, leave Extras."

"Bakubro-"

"Ya got hit in the head too hard again! I said move it!" Then there were just you three.

"Shinso, what happened?"

"N-'

"Eyebags won't go to recovery. Need ya to check if I gotta force his ass to or if I can get back to training."

Your hand found itself on his forehead, and Shinso felt warmth wash over him for a split second. It felt like warm water washing through every nerve and cell of his body. His head jerked back, a groan leaving his lips at the strain on his ribs.

"His ribs are bruised.."

It was odd to find out that somehow Bakugou knew your quirk but not him; fear bubbled in his stomach. Where you two… no… but

"Eh? SenserScreen." Izuku looked past the Bakugo’s shoulder. "Oh, Y/N! They're really sweet-"

"How did you know her quirK?" Shinso didn’t mean to cut them off, but it was obvious from the hesitation in his voice the information was biting at him.

Shinso watched Izuku's face switch into panic, "How-how! Aizawa’s gonna kill us. Bakugo we weren’t-”

“UGH! Shut it, Deku!" The sound of popping caused Shinso to roll his eyes.

"Aizawa had her use it on Izuku so Recovery Girl could get a break. It only finds an injury, but-“

“It means I don't have to go, possibly!"

“Then why do you think kn-“

"Because Izuku can't keep his mouth shut!"

At that moment, Shinso realized that Bakugo knew, or else he wouldn't have brought you. Bakugou has to know Shinso likes you…

"Hey Bakugo"

The blonde grunted, looking over his shoulder. "What?"

"Thanks."

"Whatever Eyebags"

Aizawa watches you like a hawk. You've been allowed to hang out with a few boys in 1-A or at least talk to them. Shinso has watched you primarily interact with Tokoyami and Shoji, the ones less in the mess the class causes. Yet you talked to Bakugo and Izuku for reasons Shinso could only imagine, being that those two were intense enough to listen to his instructor and keep you safe. Shinso noticed they were only ever within the class if Mineta was gone or Denki was preoccupied- likely for their own safety.

You seemed to almost always be around the teachers. Hawks and All Might even ruffled your hair whenever they saw you. Yet Endeavor seemed to stay clear of you. If he ever spoke to you, Shinso watched Aizawa’s eyes flicker back and forth in a predatory manner.

But you were always there watching training with the other students, apparently only absent from your usual spot if Shinso was, which made your intentions evident to everyone, especially the teachers.

Shinso hadn't realized till later the little grin Midnight would give you two if she saw you.

Both of you were unaware of the gossip spreading around the teacher's lounge that Aizawa’s little girl had a crush on a pupil. Aizawa was well aware, from the distraction your presence caused Shinso and from the secrets Eri swore him to. "Her face gets all red when she talks about him!"

It must have been one of the training sessions Shinso had with Azawia that led the homeroom teacher to discover the crush. When you peeked your head in, you were likely looking for a toy or something similar for Eri. Shinso had lost all focus for a split second, enough time for a heavy hit to land on him.

"Shinso!”

Shinso waited outside the door as the last of class 1-A left. Bakugo shot him a knowing look. “Don't screw it up, Eyebags.” Shinso had barely stepped foot in the classroom, Aizawa still facing away as he reorganized his bag. “I want her home by 8, Shinso.”

“Are you already knew?”

“The whole facility does.”

Shinso felt heat rise to the back of his neck. So obvious…

“But Shinso. Remember who her family is.” dry red eyes stared back.

The whole school facility had seen and been with you as you grew up. The most deadly, loving, protective family one could have.

Shinso mustered a nod.

The next day, Shinso would ask you. His body was exhausted from training, his voice changer hanging loose on his neck; you sat in your regular spot, textbook splayed on your lap, your eyes shooting up at the sound of his footsteps.

"Ya already done Shin?" You had teased me. Shinso let a smile go, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. Thankfully, to his exhaustion, they were already quite red from training. "Heh, I think so." It had been three straight hours, and he was training earlier with the others.

"Hmm, that's okay, " you hummed, smiling down at your book and closing it. "See you tomorrow?"

Shinso felt the feat rise to his neck. "Actually, would you like to go to that new Cafe?" You were frozen, and Shinso's heart rate spiked. Had he really miss read-

"That sounds great. Let me just go tell d-Aizawa."

"Yeah- sure. I need to clean up anyway."

Bonus. One year into dating. You both sat on the couch, Hocus Pocus playing, Eri and Kata fast asleep on the ground. The living room was a blanket fort with stuffed animals lying everywhere. Aizawa was gone, laying ground rules for you two and to your suspension, likely cameras. Shinso's hand rested on your own, finger playing with yours..

"Hey, Shin, do you remember the day you discovered my quirk?"

"Yes?"

"Well… I kinda figured you liked me back then…”

“What?”

“Part of my quirk is sensing organs for damage…and your heart sped up the moment I touched you."

#bnha headcannons #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha writing #bnha requests #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #shinsou headcanons #shinso hitoshi #fluff #bnha shinsou #mha shinso x reader #bnha x fem!reader #mha x female reader

116 notes · View notes

kalims · 2 years

Text

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "do I like you? is that even a question?"

you like me, don't you?

heartslabyul : savanaclaw : octavinelle : scarabia : pomefiore : ignihyde : diasomnia :

note. I got bored and just decided to make this miniseries, just a small short. and also trying to expand my writing abilities 😃👍

"you speak of nonsense."

there's a twinge of hurry in riddle's words. it comes out quicker than he wanted and it doesn't help that his face always seems to have a mind of it's own, turning red at the most unnecessary of situations and flaming when he least wants it to.

it isn't something he's very proud of but you think it's cute.

his red face either displays blazing rage, shameful embarrassment, or both. it's probably weird that you think it's cute but hey! riddle doesn't allow himself to actively display his feelings other than disappointment or anger, remaining to be formal instead.

it's a tiny catalyst to what he's feeling. anger and embarrassment might be things one doesn't like but it's nice seeing him so expressive. or are you just crazy for thinking so?

but his face is probably one of your favorites.

be it the twitch of his eyebrow and the sharp inhale of his that signals embarrassment, the grinding of his teeth and avoidance of eye that displays embarrassment or shyness, the enlarged pupil and small smile when he's doing something he likes—

you can go on and on.

but you can't help but tease him. "your red face says otherwise." you laugh out loud, to riddle it sounds like something straight out of heaven and even he is frustrated to admit it. how could he ever do this?

"hmph. unfortunately.."

wait. doesn't that mean he just agreed with you?

—

"hmm,,, well.. I used to." trey answers so casually that you actually had to pause to register his words. since when did trey clover even like you? and what did you do wrong to make his apparent 'previous' feelings to wither away?

well shucks. if you had known earlier then you're absolutely sure that you'd tried harder to help him in ways more than one but for now, you have so many questions.

why did trey like you, what was special about you? you did hope that he would but that was only something that lays inside your dreams, for it to turn reality wants to make you go crazy.

and when did his feelings even go away? you can't deny that your heart cracked a little but the earlier to move on the better, right? you had.. other things to worry about than pointless crushes. you're not sure yourself if it really was pointless.

or.. you're just looking too much into it and he used it as a friendly term?

most probably sensing your inner monologue trey chuckles. "you seem distressed." he comments. unable to hide the pleased smirk on his lips, you are too embarrassed to spot it, feeling more intent to gaze at the piece of dough you knead with your fingers.

"really?"

it's still surprising to hear the next words come out more casual than the previous. "yep, I love you now."

you drop the bowl.

—

"eh?"

there's a stupefied look on cater's face. instead of the bright front he spent years putting up there's actually something in his face instead of the cheery grin, but rather an absolutely horrified one. like you just spilled all his secrets.

you raise your brows. suprised yourself to witness his reaction. "what?" did he actually like you?

cater does this thing where there's a becoming realization dawning on him that he did something totally off character, he laughs it off. "uh.. haha, I mean who told you that?" something desperate to know swims in his eyes and it fuels you even more.

he neither denied or acknowledged your words but his answer just leans on the 'he actually does like you' category.

your mouth forms into an awed 'o'. "so you do like me!" you slap a hand over your mouth and giggle loudly. not one of those giggles that would hurt your ears when you went near a radius of them cause they felt forced but a more, actual joyful one.

he looks more horrified. "WHAT? well I mean.. who wouldn't like you?"

it sounded like he was trying to convince you and himself.

"you, obviously." you roll your eyes. you don't know why but you have a feeling that he's been confused the whole period but trying to play it off.

he smiles brightly, drops it for a second and smiles again. "I mean yeah, totally! how about dinner tonight?"

wow. verryyyy smooth. if only he knows that there's probably some kind of rule about not staying up after 8.

—

"ew no." ace quickly denies. pushing you away for good measure, you stumble and instinctively grip on the vase for dear life. almost dragging it down with you to your own demise and by a stroke of luck, it just managed to stay there.

you shoot him an aspirated look. "you almost made me fall??" grumbling you dust yourself off, flinging away the dirt from the floor that stuck to your uniform after your lower body violently colliding with it.

—completely missing ace's grumble of his own. "you dumbass.. it's the other way around." you turn to him and cast him a weird look.

"what did you say?"

"I said it's the other way around." he says. not missing a beat. you're stunned by the sheer audacity and boldness he had cause damn. where do you get a speck of this kind of thing? and who even says what they actually said instead of going 'nothing.'??

ace apparently.

you blank. "I was just joking?"

"you think I am?"

ace smiles—not one of those arrogant smirks that makes you want to pound him to the ground because he's the reason you're in trouble. but a literal, actual smile.

there's a weirded out look on your face as you shiver. "ohhh god.. I think I just saw the face of satan. am I gonna die?"

"hey!"

—

honestly you don't know if you regret speaking at all because the silence was very deafening. deuce had frozen up, going so still you thought he actually got cast a curse or something.. his back is turned on you and it's as if he refuses to look at, and is going through the stages of grief at the same time.

"ah! how did you know that?! it was ace wasn't it?!" he suddenly leaps to turn to you—somehow. meanwhile you flinch at the voluntary action he just did because none of you were moving, or speaking at all for a full 2 minutes.

did..

did he just admit it to you?

wow, that was easier than you thought. "wait so you actually like me?" you incredulously force out. deuce has this confused look on his face as he stares at you all while throwing a few nervous gazes around the surrounding in the middle of it.

"what do you mean? I thought you knew that just now."

"..."

"um.. wanna go out?"

"really?! I mean uh—yeah sure." deuce coughs. seemingly forgetting that he was supposed to be the 'totally cool and responsible' person in addition to his honor student dream. this is embarrassing, he thinks. but honestly who cares he scored a date with you!

he's probably still gonna playfully fight ace, cause you never told him that it wasn't ace.

note. me after starting this knowing damn well I have over 42+ shit to write 😃 anyways I don't like how I interpret some of these but 🧍‍♀️🤷‍♀️ also a bit ooc of deuce cause I'm not that good at writing him lol

3K notes · View notes

iamthecomet · 1 year

Note

Swiss and Dew on a cute lil date but Mountain gets jealous when he sees the two out by his bedroom window (even tho they're all poly) because Dew was supposed to hang out with him and Cirrus tonight and have a nice sexy time but now Swisstopher stole Dewdrop and Mountains horny, and jealous. What ever shall he doooooo?

Oh my god, FUCK. I've been sitting on this for over two months and I'm so sorry. I LOVE YOU.

Mountain doesn't usually feel jealousy. He's not used to the way it feels like a knife in his gut. Especially not when it comes to his packmates. There is no possession. No ownership. They are free to do whatever, and whoever they want. At any time. They all know it. But, he feels it now. A toxic twist in his gut as he watches through his bedroom window as Dew and Swiss set off across the Abbey grounds. Dew's supposed to meet him and Cirrus in five minutes. Supposed to end up pressed between the two of them, hot and keening. Sharp teeth worrying marks on both of their necks as Cirrus begs Mountain for worship but demands it from Dew. Not that Mountain minds alone time with Cirrus, god, there is almost nothing better than having her full attention pinned on him. But he and Dew had a deal, a plan.

And Dew, obviously, picked Swiss over him. It shouldn't make him feel anything. He should be able to push away from the window and move on. Enjoy his night spent between Cirrus' thighs. But he can't.

Dew hasn't come to him in weeks. He's been splitting his time between the others, ping-ponging through them with practiced ease. But Mountain's bed has been cold, no fire ghoul in sight. It's starting to make him frustrated, nervy. Jealous. Dew's notorious for shirking plans. It's a personality trait Mountain assumes. Something he can't help. And Mountain's a little more rigid, he likes things the way they are. No sudden movements or changes. So it's easy to try to twist his sudden, unhelpful, jealousy into frustration over Dew's flightiness. It doesn't really work. He's too busy thinking about how Dew's probably on his knees for Swiss right now, in one of the garden sheds. When he should be on his knees for Mountain. Mountain should be the one shoving his cock past those spit-slicked lips, into that impossibly warm mouth. Pressing the head to the back of Dew's throat until he sputters and gags and still tries to take more. Dew should be begging to swallow him down. Mountain shoves away from his window and out of his door. He passes Cirrus on the way, tells her to wait for him. He'll be back in a minute. He has a fire ghoul to wrangle. He steps out into the cool spring air. It's dusk. The edges of the sky are still glowing pink. Stars start to flicker into view above him. The grass is cold against his bare feet. Mountain sets off across the grounds. He knows all of Swiss and Dew's secret places--everyone does. So, it doesn't take long to find them. All he has to do once he reaches the gardens is listen. Swiss is loud--doesn't know how to be anything else. He hears a ragged moan come from the smallest shed, then a thump that is no doubt Swiss' fist hitting the wall as Dew gets to work. Mountain rolls his eyes, and swallows the bitterness of disappointment. He didn't want to be right about what Dew and Swiss were doing out here. He wanted to find Dew high, forgetful, giddy. Instead, he's got Swiss' cock in his mouth when it should be Mountains. Mountain throws open the door. He's met with the mismatched glow of Swiss' eyes from the dark. Swiss smirks at him. "Hi Mount." One of Swiss' hands is laced in Dew's hair, cupping the back of his head. With the other, he offers Mountain a wave. He's trying to feign nonchalance, but it's not working. Especially not when Dew does something that makes Swiss hiss.

"Droplet," Swiss says, tugging at Dew's hair. "We've got company." Dew pulls off enough to talk, his lips bumping against the wet head of Swiss' cock. "I don't care." "We had a date," Mountain says, his voice rougher than he means.

"Did we?" Dew says with a shrug. "Give me a few minutes, this isn't going to take long." Swiss growls, opening his mouth like he's about to spill some vitriol, but Dew sucks him down again and the only thing he can do is moan. Mountain could start in on a tirade right now. He could berate Dew while he sucks Swiss off in the shed, but he knows better. Knows that there is nothing he can say to make Dew actually listen to him right now. That there is only one way to teach the errant fire ghoul a lesson--and even that isn't a guarantee. He sneers, slamming the door shut and stepping away from the shed. Much to Swiss' chagrin, Dew's right. It doesn't take long. Less than five minutes later Dew steps from the shed, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. Swiss follows. He ruffles Dew's hair as he turns back toward the Abbey. "Good luck." "Don't need it," Dew says to his retreating back. Mountain grabs him hard by the bicep. His hand is so big his fingers meet when he drags him forward.

"Yes, you do," Mountain says, low. He drags him back toward the building, tugging him along like a ragdoll. "What the fuck, Mountain." Dew pulls against the hold but there's nothing he can do. He has to jog to keep up with Mountain's long strides. "You need to learn to honor your commitments."

"I need to what my what?"

"Were you even coming at all?" Dew shrugs as Mountain shoves him through the Abbey doors and into the ghoul wing. "Eventually. Probably." "Brat," Mountain sneers, crowding Dew down the hallway toward his room. Dew looks back at him, he bats his eyes at him innocently and the realization hits Mountain like a brick. "You did this on purpose."

Dew shrugs. "Maybe. Maybe not. You're more fun when you're angry." Mountain sneers. He knows he should ignore Dew for this. That he shouldn't give in and give him exactly what he wants. But he's half hard in his pants, and he's been looking forward to bending Dew over something all day. Dew opens Mountain's bedroom door. Cirrus is waiting, sitting cross-legged on Mountain's bed. She looks up at both of them. Always attentive it only takes her a glance between the two of them-- noting Dew's self-satisfied grin, and Mountain's twitching eye--to get the whole picture. She holds Mountain's gaze for a minute, then nods sharply. "Hi, Dew" She says, opening her arms to him. Dew snickers, hopping up onto the bed and kneeling in front of her. He leans forward, nuzzling his face in her neck. "C'mon, Cir. Fuck me. Ruin me." "No," Mountain says climbing up onto the bed behind him, dragging Dew back to press against him, he grinds his rapidly fattening cock against Dew's spine. "You really think we're going to fuck you after that shit?" Dew goes rigid in Mountain's grip. "Wait, I--" Cirrus rolls to her knees. She cups Dew's hand in between her palms. She presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "You're going to sit next to me, and put your hands on the bed and keep them there while I fuck Mountain until he cries."

"What? No. That isn't--" Dew sputters. Mountain laughs, low and predatory right in his ear as he drags a hand up over his narrow chest to curl across his throat. Dew sags against him.

"If you're good maybe I'll let you cum too." Cirrus says, dragging one of her nails down his jaw. "Maybe?" Dew snarks." Cirrus raises a dark eyebrow, her plush lips curling into a smirk. "Maybe not."

#comet writes #ficlet #request #chi #mountain x dew x cirrus #dew x swiss #Mountain/Dewdrop/Cirrus #Dewdrop x Swiss #Swiss/Dew #Ghost fic #ghost fan fiction #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fic

140 notes · View notes

littleclownopinions · 5 months

Text

Why the Funtime Animatronics are terrifying

Content Warning: Mentions of child murder

My last post was a design analysis of Ballora in which I talked about all the reasons I find her so haunting. I had a lot of fun writing it and so I thought, why not do it for the rest of the Funtimes? Although I will be mentioning her, I wont be going into much detail, so if you want to check out the full post you can do so here. Otherwise, I want to take a look at each animatronic, going over their aesthetic design as well as their blueprints, voice lines and gameplay mechanics to explain why I love them and maybe share some theories too. I will be annotating the blueprints as I understand the small text could be hard to read. So, without further ado, let's get into it!

Funtime Foxy

"A performance was demanded of me, and now I have delivered! Encore!"

Keeping in mind the whole Circus theme, I think Foxy most closely resembles a Ringmaster. The shape of his torso, the red in his bowtie and the loud booming voice we hear in UCN sells that for me. I think my favourite thing about this iteration of Foxy is how alive he looks. It's not everyday we get a Foxy that is so shiny and new! Now, Funtime Foxy's blueprints are pretty easy to understand but there are two interesting things to note. The first is that section D directs the reader to "Circus Baby dir07" meaning the remote activation of his floor anchor is controlled by her. The second is his size, he is the shortest and the lightest of the four. All in all, Funtime Foxy isn't the most intimidating of the bunch, I'd say despite the sharp teeth he actually looks quite cute and friendly. However, there's a reason for that. Funtime Foxy wasn't made to kill, he was made to lure. He, like Ballora, was created to help keep guests entertained to distract them away from Funtime Freddy and/or Circus Baby, the two animatronics big enough to store the bodies of the victims, the two designed to kill. Although Funtime Foxy doesn't speak in SL, his UCN voice lines all relate to him performing. His UCN gameplay also sees the player keeping track of showtime, the player being jump scared if they aren't watching his stage once the time ticks over. Again, Funtime Foxy is an entertainer, luring guests to his stage to keep attention away from Circus Baby and Funtime Freddy when their.. other services are needed.

Funtime Freddy

"Bon-Bon, Say hi to our friends!"

Again with the Circus theme, I think Funtime Freddy resembles a Magician. He has the black bowtie, the top hat and he even has a little bunny friend, Bon-Bon! Although, I don't think Freddy can pull him out of his hat.. Honestly, I think he is kind of adorable, especially with his little hand puppet Bon-Bon at his side, but his blueprints are where things start to get more ominous. Ignoring the glaringly obvious child body inside Freddy's stomach, each section gives us something pretty intriguing. Bon-Bon allows him to essentially have eyes on the back of his head, while he himself can mimic voices and keep track of how close his victim is. As mentioned above, I think Funtime Freddy is one of the two killer animatronics, alongside Circus Baby. However, Funtime Freddy raises some questions. Why is he significantly smaller than Circus Baby? Does he have the same claw inside his stomach? Well, I believe that he probably does have the same claw, but because he doesn't need space for the internal ice cream dispenser or the air hose attachment like Circus Baby has, he has no need to be as big. Afterall, he has Bon-Bon and his voice mimicking feature to lure kids in! If you yourself have a different theory, please feel free to let me know!

Circus Baby

"You won't die, but you'll wish you could."

Everybody's favourite little (huge) Jester, Circus Baby, isn't really one that needs much explanation from me. We all know what she looks like and we all know what she's capable of. Despite her blueprints wanting you to believe she is totally innocent, her voice lines and minigame tell us a different story. What I want to explore is why she was designed to look like a Jester. For those who aren't aware, Jester's privilege is the ability and right of a Jester to talk and mock freely without being punished. In a way, Jesters were free to question and mock the King because of this privilege. We know Circus Baby was modelled after Elizabeth Afton, but maybe she was also designed as a Jester to signify Elizabeth's place beside her father, William Afton, and how she would often disobey (question/mock) her father's orders, the way she did when Circus Baby killed her. Her being the tallest, most powerful animatronic and having remote control over functions inside Funtime Foxy and Ballora also serves to remind us how important she is. Just food for thought. Anyway, I love Circus Baby because I think her lore is incredibly interesting, but I also simply love her design. She was so unlike anything we'd ever seen before in the franchise and she really breathed new life into the story.

Overall, I think the Funtimes are really fascinating because they were so unlike anything that came before them. The idea of Circus Baby's Pizza World was so different and this was the first time we saw animatronics that were undeniably created for the purpose of killing. By the time of Pizzeria Simulator we also found out about the scooper being used to experiment with Remnant. Sister Location is, to this day, one of my favourite FNAF games and I will never forget the feeling I got watching the opening cutscene, seeing the secret ending to Circus Baby's minigame or even seeing Ennard through the Scooping Room window. I am really excited to see what comes from the upcoming release of Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted 2 and I can't wait to write more design analysis posts and theories of some of my other favourites from across the franchise!

#essay writing #media analysis #five nights at freddys #fnaf #sister location #funtime freddy #funtime foxy #circus baby #fnaf sl #character analysis #fnaf theories

43 notes · View notes

hyperfreaksating · 5 months

Note

One of these days Buggy is gonna realize his kids may start wanting to date and it’s gonna kill him. He imagines some punk hitting on his little Tinkerbell and he already feels his fists clenching. He thinks about Blaze going after some no good floozy and leaving the ship and then he’s gonna get heartbroken. He’s still so sensitive too, his little dummy, he wouldn’t be able to take it. In his mind Rory brings in some no good, lazy, deadbeat of a man and looks at Buggy and Red and says „Father, Mother, this is my boyfriend. I will now run off with this man and I will never visit you again. He’s going to spend all my hard earned money on booze and hookers while I cry myself to sleep every single night alone in our bedroom. One day he will sell me out to the Marines where I will die a slow, agonizing death in a tiny holding cell that-„ A sharp jab by Reds Elbow brings him back to the reality of them huddled under the pillows. She doesn’t even open her eyes as she scolds him „Listen, the overprotective dad bit is cute, but you gotta stop making up awful son in laws to kill. You grind your teeth when you get angry and I’m not listening to your whining about your aching jaw tomorrow“

You pull the rug out from under me anon ! This is definitely something I had in mind as thought bubbles for a few days. Anyway I love your depiction of worry daddy, overprotective Bugs ❤️ him daynightmaring about his kids awful partners is deffo a thing.

But for real here is how I imagine teen triplets starting to date :

As you spotted on, Rory is gay. Which is a surprise for no one. The boy don't even need to make a coming out. It would be like him going to the crew and saying "Guys, I have something to tell you: I have a red nose".

I think Blaze would be aroace / demiaroace. His dummy golden retriever brain is just... Not interested in dating. It just don't cross his mind. Anyway if one day some goth teen with black cat energy spot him and decide he's their boyfriend from now he will follow them happily in a sort of weird half platonic relationship.

I think Skye would be a true pansexual just like her father, but like : broking guys hearts here and there, becoming absolutely useless when she's crushing on a girl.

When it comes to dating and love, both Reddie and Buggy are total messes. Like look at their love story. I mean they insult each other as a love language.

So I think Alvida would become the mentor of seduction for teen Rory and Skye.

Buggy really don't understand Blaze being aroace at first. Not judging or else of course. He just don't understand it. Every time they anchor somewhere and a cute young one start to talk with his firecracker son he's afraid to see his heart shattered in pieces right in front of him. But Blaze is just oblivious to the flirt so he shouldn't worry.

Of course if someone EVER make one of his kid cry from broken heart this someone will end with a buggy bomb in the face.

#buggy the clown #buggy one piece #captain buggy #buggy #op buggy #buggy x reddie #buggy x oc #redbomb family #redbombshipping #redbomb #buggy triplets #buggy the daddy #buggy kids #one piece oc #one piece original character #skye rory and blaze

26 notes · View notes

mermaidfanficlibrary · 7 months

Note

I CAME BARRELING INTO YOUR INBOX BC HOLY HECK THIS IS A CUTE EVENT :DD

okay okay so!!!! i will give my fav boy ✨floyd leech✨...

hibiscuses, pansies, and moonflowers!! romantic if you can! :D

REMEMBER TO HYDRATE AND DON'T OVERWHELM YOURSELF BC OF THE EVENT!!!

‎‧₊🦋˚✧A Bouquet for you My dear✧˚🦋₊‧| Pt. 1 | You are all I think about

Characters: Floyd Leech

Summary: Sending Floyd Leech Hibiscuses, Pansies, and Moonflowers

Warnings: Just pure fluff

Taglist: @nightshade-clown

Sending the chosen flowers to Floyd Leech... Loading now...

[■■■□□□□□□□] 30% [■■■■□□□□□□] 40% [■■■■■□□□□□] 50% [■■■■■■□□□□] 60% [■■■■■■■■□□] 80% [■■■■■■■■■□] 90%

Now sent! Would you like to wait for a response? [> Yes] >No

...

Floyd was hanging around the Monstro Lounge, not wanting to do any of the work his house warden gave him. It was one of those days where Floyd didn't want to do anything at all. Well, anything to do with Monstro Lounge and work. His mind was elsewhere, thinking of hanging out with a friend.

He smiled softly at the thought of his friend, as he was sprawled on one of the seats. Floyd was kicking his legs, feeling excited as he thought more of his friend. Floyd was interrupted from his thoughts, which annoyed him some, but he begrudgingly went to see who wouldn’t let themselves in. When he opened the door, he looked around to see no one was around.

Floyd was more than annoyed at this point, ready to squeeze anyone who upset him next. But when he looked down, all annoyance washed away. Floyd picked up the glass vase of flowers, slowly spinning it, looking at every angle. As he stared endlessly at the flowers, Floyd brought the vase in and set it down on the bar.

He sat in front of it, putting his head on his elbows as they rested on the table. Jade walked by, seeing his brother staring into the flowers with a curious light shining. Jade smiled softly before speaking up.

“My Floyd, what beautiful flowers.”

Floyd looked up to his brother with an annoyed tone.

“So? I dunno who sent em, and it's annoying me.”

Jade giggled slightly, looking for a tag on the vase. He turned it slightly following the twine that was tied beautifully fitting the form. Attached to it was a brown tag with two names and a note. He turned it to face Floyd, urging him to read it. Floyd reluctantly turned his head, adjusting to see the writing. He read the first part out loud.

“To Floyd, from Y/n.”

Floyd's eyes lit up, just at the mention of the person. He smiled and lightly kicked his legs as his head perked up to read the rest of what was attached to the tag. Every word written made his heart beat a little faster. Floyd smiled, showing his enchanting sharp teeth.

Hibiscus: Rare beauty

Your beauty is something that most don’t see, nor do they think of it when they see you. But when I see you, I am captivated by it. It is something no one around you has, and it is something I have yet to see. But I see it in you. Not only your physical beauty that rivals the ocean blue, but the inner beauty of your personality. You always manage to make me smile, even when others might think you’re being too much. Your eccentric ways of doing things inspires me so much. You really are a wonder to my world.

Pansies: You occupy my thoughts

There isn’t ever a moment where my mind isn’t thinking of you. I always think of not only the times we shared before, but the times I want to have with you. There is never a time where I look at something and think of you, even these pansies, just the sheer brightness of their color make me think of you. From the simplest things, to the things that we share a deep symbolism with. You will never not be in my head. Your smile rivals that of the shining sea. And the way your embrace feels is something I always want to be in.

Moonflowers: Dreaming of Love

Not a day goes bye where my mind isn’t swarmed with the thoughts of you and me together. The things I want to do with you makes my heart yearn for you. I want to be the one to make you smile and laugh. You light up my world with so many colors I have yet to see on my own. My nights are spent with dreamy thoughts of you and me holding hands and having cute dates with each other. But most of all, just spending forever with you. I want to spend my forever with you and you only.

— Your Dearest Y/n

After reading every word, Floyd ran out of the Monstro Lounge. He went directly too Ramshackle to find the one who sent him these flowers. Once Y/n opened the door, he enveloped them into a big hug. He was so happy that Y/n felt the same as he did.

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

#🪸.mermaid time #🦋.A Bouquet for you My dear Event #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x gn reader #twst #twst x gn reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x gn reader #floyd x gn reader #twst floyd leech #twisted wonderland floyd #twst floyd #Hibiscus&Pansies&Moonflowers were sent #Message was recieved #100 follower event

51 notes · View notes