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factual-fantasy · 1 year

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30 asks! :0000 Mostly Mario stuff :}

My hopes were dropped even lower tbh

Hot take, but I don’t like the personality they’ve given Peach. She just feels like a cookie cutter tough woman character that you see in like every movie now a days. It feels like they didn’t put any heart into her. They just made her a tough woman lead and called it a day. She’s more than that you guys common!

Peach is already full of personality, why change her? She’s sassy, she’s classy, she’s emotional, she’s unique. Why changer her? Why make her dress up in armor wielding an axe to go fight Bowser? That’s not what she’s like, If anything she’d strut out there in her dress and all to go fight Bowser.

Here’s an idea you guys, keep Peach the way she is in canon. Why? Because that’s the personality she’s had for years. It would also make her much more interesting in the movie. And get this! We already love canon Peach.

Aside from that. I wasn’t a fan of the whole go-cart thing, it felt out of place for what the rest of the trailer looked like. But idk maybe it makes sense in the movie. Jeez, there’s a lot about these trailers that I don’t like-

BUT, I can say that I LOVE what they seem to be doing with Mario and Luigi. Mario reaching out and grasping Luigi’s hand, that whole scene makes me think that we might get some brotherly moments between the bros. Which I am all for!

@theflamingflamingos

Like if you drew my version of Donkey Kong. Where he’s big and red with long fur, or drew the designs I made for Peach and Daisy’s dress’s, that wouldn’t be so cash money.

I wouldn’t be happy if someone drew fanart of something I designed basically. Which includes my Mario AU..

@dark-cynder49

The things I had in mind was if Mario and Luigi are in a public place, Mario would try to keep people from interacting with Luigi. Like, if someone tried to talk to them, Mario would step forward and do all the talking and answer questions on Luigi’s behalf.

If Luigi just needs some time away from all the noise. Mario will find a way to get him out of there, even if it means he needs to cause a scene to allow Luigi to escape unnoticed.

Sometimes though that doesn’t Work. Sometimes Luigi cant get away or his anxiety just keeps rising.. if that happens Mario will discreetly hold his hand, and squeeze it tightly. Just knowing that Mario is there usually keeps him calm enough that they can wait out the stressful situation and get away.

Now when they’re in private? Luigi’s anxiety is a lot easier to deal with.

Mario can openly hold Luigi’s hand and comfort him without any risk of judgmental stares. Mario can talk to him in what ever language he wants because no one can hear them. Usually Luigi just parks somewhere on like a couch or a bed, gets some water and they ride the out anxiety together.

Heh, and here Mario thinks he’s not the best brother he can be, smh.

@justapikachu1

Oh I’m sorry, buuuuuut Peach cant use Power-ups in this AU. So no cat Peach this time.. 😅

Also I don’t know anything about Cappy or his species, so he has not been added to my AU...

aaaaa, they cannot use Power-ups either! In my AU only humans can use powerups. Peach and Daisy are not human, and obviously neither are the Toads-

I think if the poison Mushroom was a thing, it wouldn’t be a Power-up or anything special. Just these bright toxic Mushrooms that make anyone who eat it very sick..

I have played none of those games, and thus am unfamiliar with the villains and did not add them to my AU..😅

SNIGF, U FOUND/LIKED SOME THINGS CUZ OF MEEEEEEE WAAAAAAAA

XD I love drawing sad brothers what can I say?

mmmmno, not really :/ I’m still trying to fix my FNAF AU and save my energy for those long comics.

I’m not familiar with that.. Power-up..? I didn’t know it existed and thus, didn’t add it to my AU..

I have some ideas in mind for those actually! Although they’re not super ironed out..

The Shy guys might be this spooky tribe in the woods somewhere. They don’t work for Bowser, they just kind’a do their own thing. And I imagined that they’d be cursed, or at the very least people fear them because of all the horrors and death that seem to follow them..

The chain chomps were supposed to be giant hunks of metal, that Kamek used his powers to cast a curse on. This curse brought them to life. The curse of hunger.

The Piranha plants are supposed to be just a rather dangerous species of plant that live all over the place. But Bowser feeds the ones that grow near his kingdom. Thus making them bigger.. and bigger... and bigger. Until their roots are strong enough that they can relocate themselves where ever they want..

Aw, thank you! :D

Also, my only tips is to use references of the real deal. Because I myself also struggle with the Koopalings/Bowser and have to heavily reference in order to get them to look right 😭

Uhg, that’s frustrating as always.

Report them if you can, comment that its stolen if you’d like, thanks for letting me know.

They are all Bowsers blood children in my AU. And they have no role in his army or anything like that.

My idea is that there is a hidden home/castle somewhere on Bowsers land that is guarded heavily by Blue shelled Para troopas. In this home is where his kids, Kamek and Kammy all reside. Where they are kept hidden and safe from anything or anyone that might try to harm them.

I don’t have any plans for them in this AU, although they do exist!

@fruitcakei

XDDD Norton is trying to protect you from the angst-

@the-cosmic-stars

I’m not familiar with any of the Mario Galaxy Power-ups.. But! Rosalina does exist in my AU! Although the story of her game does not take place. :(

I actually have some sketches in my folders of her that I should get around to drawing sometime.. 🤔

@aimless-aimz

Daisy and Peach think the Boos are little pests. They cant actually really hurt anyone, but they love to sneak into their kingdoms and scare their civilians. Super annoying 🙄

As for if you’re not scared of them, they might be offended or upset. In which King Boo well.. he doesn’t like people makin his Boos upsetti spaghetti

@caronaro123

XD If you tried to hug them or befriend them, I imagine King Boo would be suspicious of you and keep you at arms length. Or just trap you in a painting-

I imagine the Toads know of the Mega mushrooms and can tell them apart from regular trees.. but I doubt they would have a way to move the wild ones since they don’t have Yoshi’s anymore. So they probably have a garden of Mega Mushrooms somewhere in the kingdom just waiting to be tested on.

Buuuuut, they were saving those for another day. Assuming just by size alone, that they weren’t safe to test within Kingdom grounds.

That’s when Mario and Luigi would stumble upon one in the woods without knowing what it is and.. I think you know the rest XD

@wadofgum

Aw, thank you! Also yes! ✊ Another follower dragged into the Mario fandom by my works XDD

Some of the Boo might be offended to an extent. Like what, we’re not scary to you? Huh? Why aren't you scare of us??

But also some of them might be flustered or surprised. If someone came in and just gushed about how cool they were, they might be inclined to show off a bit. Maybe try to make even scarier faces to look cool.

All in all, I think they’d spare you, and let you leave the Mansion unharmed out of flattery.

hmmmmm not necessarily..

While yes he would have a fever, which would make them think this is just an illness..

Mario’s skin would also begin to burn and fry. Like a sunburn that keeps on burning and burning.. His hair would be singed and start falling out, he would light fire to anything he touches..

Yeah, I think they’d know <XD ...

@shinygazelle744

Ah, unfortunately Mario only gets his Tanooki abilities when he consumes the Tanooki leaf Power-up. And the form he gets is 100% the animal form. He cannot change it to be anything else.

Without the Power-up in his system, he’s just good ol Mario :/ he doesn’t get the privilege of having just the tail and ears at any point XD

(And also, if you spelled it right- yes and no. The real world animal, Tanuki, is how you spelled it. But for some reason Nintendo spelt the Power-up as “Tanooki”??)

Either they throw so many fire/ice balls that they eventually just, use up all the flowers power..

Or, they take a huge blow of physical damage, and the fire/ice flower consumes all of its remaining energy trying to protect them from the hit.

Yeah, it was pretty rough. There were two whole days where Mario was too cold to really do anything other then sleep. And even after he warmed up.. he was too exhausted to move, so he just kept sleeping.

As for the toads.. I think Toadsworth would have been pretty upset at the scientists. And he would tell them that they needed to pace their research better as to not overwork Mario.

He also probably wanted to be present for more of the testing. To insure their hero’s were being given proper treatment. You know, he wanted them to be treated like hero's who were graciously offering their bodies for scientific study. Not guinea pigs.

@milk-powrit

I don’t actually know anything about the paper Mario games.. and I didn't have intentions to bring any characters from the spin off games into the AU. Excluding well known spin off characters like Waluigi and Wario of course,

Basically, I don’t know anything about Mr L. And considering if from the paper Mario series.. he might not have a place in the AU..

I haven’t actually thought that part out yet. And I’m not sure I’ll ever find an explanation.. its as much of a mystery to me as it is to the characters I guess haha <XD ...

@kirbyparadise

Well thbnk you for sayinh kind things about me and my art which make me wanna make moraaaaa

@journey-of-aris

Aw! I’m so glad I inspired you! And these plush toys are awesome! Keep it up! :D

#my response #mario and luigi #super mario bros

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rebornologist · 3 months

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Xanxus, Squalo & Yamamoto ♡ Relationship + Kink headcanons ✧ REPOST

tumblr ate my post (it probably got flagged but idk how else to cope so I've dug it back out of my google drive to repost it) If you've seen this already, I'm sorry. If you haven't, I'm still sorry.

♡ Xanxus

Doesn’t let you off the hook just because he’s in a romantic relationship with you; In fact, he has very high standards for who he would deem a worthy partner, to be seen with him, to be his arm candy, to fight alongside him, etc.

You were definitely the one to woo him, mostly with your impressive work as a hitman and the occasional bending over in front of him to pick up the reports you dropped before handing them over to him. He knows that you’re far too careful to accidentally drop them, so he’s only amused by the games you’re playing and enjoying the eyeful. It takes quite a bit of brains and skill to stand out to him.

He keeps it very much on the down-low, he believes in your capability to protect yourself, but it’s only natural to keep your relationship under wraps because that’s vulnerability, babes! He knows you’re too smart to get caught and ransomed.. but there’s still a nonzero chance if there’s a target on your back and that doesn’t sit well with him.

You just happen to be seated next to him at every organized dinner event, adorned in the fattest diamond rings and gold necklaces, with luxury furs and a beautiful smile on your face as you laugh along with his men. Guess it pays well to be "just a Varia officer".

♡ Superbi Squalo

I’m biased as hell but I think he’s a fairly sweet and simple partner. He remembers most anniversaries, is surprisingly sentimental, and is overworked but tries to make time for you. Unfortunately, it means that he’s unlikely to be with someone high maintenance, he just has too much on his plate already, and his partner should be a solace for him, someone that both appreciates him for all that he does and doesn't add more expectations for him to meet.

Oh to get fresh sashimi omakase dinners for your anniversaries with the best sushi chefs (Tsuyoshi Yamamoto, ofc), you tease him and try to get him to play little drinking games with you and y’all reminisce your best and worst times that you’ve experienced together. The more liquor you get into this man, the softer he gets, and he will absolutely ramble on and on about you.

Squalo didn’t really know how to take people on dates for the longest time, because he committed himself to the art of the blade, or whatever... so his best shot at taking you out initially was just a fancy candle lit dinner and dessert. He didn’t know what to talk about, and his hair almost caught on fire with the open flames, but you laughed it off and found him super charming regardless, because you knew him outside of the whole dating scene as one of the most handsome, dedicated, and impressive men you’ve ever met. He didn’t have to do a lot of work to sweep you off your feet, even though he did try.

♡ Yamamoto Takeshi

He’s such college sweetheart material, have fun attending all of his games! You either get to tag along for away games (good luck keeping up with your coursework) or he calls you every night that he’s out of town to update you on how he’s doing.

You’re one of his biggest supporters, and he relies on you more than he wishes he did. I see Takeshi as a fairly monogamous man, and being raised in a traditional household, he withholds a lot of his emotional vulnerability, and alas, it’s kind of dumped on a significant other. On the bright side, you make him happier just by existing and being in his life. He feels so lucky to have you, and thanks his ancestors for blessing him with your presence every day.

He seems like a childhood-friends-to-lovers type of guy, which is super funny to me because he also seems like a notorious friendzoner! Yes, Takeshi, they definitely invited you over to hang out alone, as friends, in their room, with the lights dimmed, as friends, with a bottle of wine, looking at you like they want to kiss you breathless, as friends. (He knows, he's just avoided addressing it with everyone that he didn't reciprocate feelings for.)

You had to sit him down and tell him that you wanted him in more than just a platonic way, and you watched as he turned beet red, clumsily asked a few clarifying questions, and had to excuse himself for a moment to process the information.

He shares some of the most ridiculous bits of gossip with you! He’s a social butterfly that seems to be in every circle and people share everything with him since he’s such a good listener and tactful enough to not blab.. except for to his partner! You get annoyed with him for not asking the important questions to dig up more tea, to which he just giggles and shrugs like “I’m sorry, they just told me all of that unprompted! Do you want me to ask next time..?” (to which you’d scream “NO THAT’D BE TOO SUS”)

Voted number one most likely to hit a home run and sprint over to the stands to steal a kiss from you before running the bases. He almost got penalized for it, but they let it slide because everyone thought it was really cute teehee

Ngl idk what to write for kink HCs anymore I’ve written about their kinks enough

✧ Xanxus

I think.. Xanxus is a bastard, and when you sit him down in thebedroom to talk about kinks for the first time, he has the most blankly confused expression on his face because “what the fuck are those?” (HE’S ACTUALLY SO STUPID LORD HELP US)

You furrow your brows and rephrase the question; “so… what are you.. into? sexually,”

You do not get a good answer out of this man because he’s so repressed dear lord.. He grumbles about just being like.. into fucking, or whatever.. and you decide to just lay out what you like first, and let him respond with whether he agrees or disagrees. The discussion goes much smoother that way. He was much too invested in the whole ‘being the 10th generation boss of the Vongola’ thing to think too hard about his sexuality during his developing years.

He likes to get kinky with his partner because he likes his partner. He doesn’t particularly consider himself a kinky person, he’s just full of sexual energy and open to finding new outlets for it, especially anything that’s particularly intense. He does not like to be a gentle dom, and he gets impatient easily, so don’t count on him to play along with anything for too long before he just jumps your bones.

Generally speaking, he tends to be quite rough, or at least intense; he tends to like.. cum (yours and his).. dirty talk, and marking (giving/receiving), and y’all have recently come to terms with the shared affinity for predator/prey play in the bedroom.

He tends to agree with what kinds of kinky activity to engage in with his partners as his partner proposes them. Bring in some dark chocolate syrup next time and he would probably eat it all up ;)

Completely unarmed (though he could never truly be unarmed), he steps out of the shower to find you waiting for him, scantily clad and leaning against the wall, batting your eyelashes. It’s going to be that kind of night, huh... He snorts quietly under his breath, and a small smirk dances across his features.

With a few taps of your fingers, you turn and run, hiding in a corner until you hear him approaching. You dodge him and slip from his grasp a few times before he finally knocks you over and pins you to the ground, roughing shoving a knee between your legs and holding your wrists above your head.

You giggle, kicking up at his hardened muscles and squirming. He buries his nose in your neck and inhales your scent before biting down roughly on your shoulder. “Quiet, bunny.” He grumbles, and you whine in what could easily be satisfaction. You were in for a long play session.

✧ Superbi Squalo

He’s considered his kinkiness before. He doesn’t really know how to list them straightforwardly, because he also thinks of it as ‘I just like what I like’, similarly to Xanxus.

I’m not sure what this is called, but I think he’s definitely christened every shared space with you. The kitchen island is not safe from your lovemaking, the shower is not safe, the bathroom counter is not safe.. the couch, however, is. He thinks you look beautiful when you’re completely drenched, and nothing makes his day more than receiving a tasteful and slightly fogged up picture of you getting nice and clean in the bath. He often enjoys joining you in the shower to hoist you up against the wall just to kiss and caress down your entire body. It’s times like this where you tend to be less careful with digging your nails into his back, as you hold on for dear life in the slippery space. He wears the marks with pride.

He does get off on semi-public risky business on occasion, but it’s specifically when he has close to zero chance of getting caught. He doesn’t admit it, but he does enjoy you teasing him through his pants under the safety of the tablecloth at dinner, with onlookers believing that you’ve just got a hand innocently placed on his thigh. He side-eyes you with a raised eyebrow, as if to tell you to knock it off, but it does nothing but spur you on until he whispers for you to meet him on the balcony.

And that you do; you excuse yourself to “use the bathroom”, and he later follows with a mumble of “let me make sure they’re okay..”

That’s how you find yourself hidden out of plain sight behind a sharp corner, pinned up against a wall, in a spot where you’re unlikely to be spotted. The cool night air makes you shiver as it hits the wetness between your thighs as he roughly tugs your underwear aside, grumbling under his breath about how “damn impatient” you were, and how you’re “such a fucking brat”, but you know that he loves that you’re his fucking brat.

There’s something so raw and hot about you biting down on his gloved hand as he fucks you from behind, muffling his own sounds by kissing your shoulder while his other hand wraps around you to work you to your climax. He’s not often a fan of quickies, but there’s something so special about it being a quickie in this specific context.

✧ Yamamoto Takeshi

I actually deny what I said 3 years ago about him being only a dom, he’s a soft dom and a very good little subby puppy

He’s fairly vanilla, especially compared to what usually comes to mind with the rest of the KHR cast, but he enjoys anal play for both himself and his partner, and is sooo down to be pegged please bend him over nicely and sweetly

He doesn’t really enjoy sensory or impact play, because he’s not a fan of pain for either parties, but he has a lot of fun with dirty talk, role-playing, and anything more.. mental? The physical acts of intimacy are already so much for him, and you’ll still be in for a ride because he’s got stamina. He can just go and go and go and go..

He has never said this outright to you, but he kind of enjoys being edged, and the few times you did it accidentally, he came so hard that he saw stars. He proceeded to breathlessly ask if you could do that again, and when you asked, “what do you mean? Do what again?” he found himself stuttering in front of you like it was the day he first asked you out.

He can be a bit of size queen, and he loves watching his partner try to take his whole cock in their mouth, and the mean side of him doesn��t want to let up even when they gag or tear up; he thinks it’s so sexy, and one day he finally gets brave enough to let some praise slip when they gag, spurring them to take him even deeper.

If his partner is okay with it, there’s something so hot to him about cumming on them; be it their face, their chest, their stomach, ass, or back.. He cums quite a bit and it goes pretty far. He definitely failed to warn them beforehand (not on purpose) and felt so terrible when it got everywhere, but he also... instantly got hard again.

He has a habit of holding your hand in some way in most positions, but if you ask him nicely, he’ll release them to let you run your hands down his body :’) if you’re face-to-face with him, he likes intertwining your fingers, and if you’re facing away from him, he might… hold you by your wrists or lay his hands over yours. The constant contact is a regular thing with him.

#khr #hitman reborn #khr headcanons #katekyo hitman reborn #khr imagines #khr x reader #khr smut #yamamoto takeshi x reader #yamamoto x reader #xanxus x reader #xanxus khr #superbi squalo #superbi squalo x reader

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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💝Gifts To and From 💝

Hawks x Gender Neutral Reader

💝Part Two💝 FLUFF

Thought I’d continue this but it’s also head cannons for Hawks in general lol. If you want to read part 1, go here! And click here for part 3! And I hope you all enjoy, feel free to leave request or questions. Thank you all for the support. Love you all! 🤍🌸

You’re kept far out of public eye, out of hero life

Hawks is not supposed to really be with you, your a ‘distraction’ or a ‘liability’

“Ya hear that chickadee, the commission says you're a distraction to my work. Well, one hell of a distraction!” Picks you up and just started to twirl you with him when he says it. He fucking loves you.

You're spoiled, whether you want it or not. Man buys you fluffy coats because he thinks it's adorable to watch you drown in the fake fur lining. No animal credulity- you made that quite clear and he doesn’t really like the thought either. Plus they're so big that they can completely cover you from cameras when you’re with him in an outing. The coats are huge, long, and huge. You're completely hidden from everything.

The best shot they(the paparazzi )got of you is a strand of hair peaking from the big hood and the corner of a shoe.

You greet him every time he comes home from a patrol. Arms slug around his neck as he pretty much lifts you up. His wing flutter in happiness, lifting you slightly with him. “There's my chickadee!”

Because no one knows what you look like, you can walk around without any coats or covers when you head off alone. A red health chilling inside your coat pocket, or in a necklace or weaved into your hair. He's always with him and protecting.

Has a thing for coats.

You(i.e. You reading) already know about them as a protector from the media. But they also protect you from the cold.

He likes to pick you up and fly with you and admittedly the altitude makes you shiver intensely. Yeah that’s not gonna fly-(PUN HA)

His Home screen is of you in his hero coat, the long sleeves pooled at your elbow due to the pose you're in. Your hands holding a stuffed animal chicken he got you. Your adorable face peeking out from behind it. A large and bright smile on your face. The crinkle in your eyes makes his heart melt every time he sees it.

If you’re wondering, his lock screen is of a chicken. No-he doesn't love them more then you- but he doesn't want the media getting a glance at his lock screen and seeing you.

Hawks melt everytime he finds you mending his coat. Needles and threads spread over the counters as you try your damn hardest to match the thread color to his jacket.

What do you get a man who can buy everything? The answer is simple. Nothing. You make him something instead.

Hawks comes home to a giant wrapped box. A pink bow on the top. And you, sitting on the table with a excited grin.

“I got you a congratulations gift.”

“For what?” he muses, a bit concerned, confused and hesitate. He just got off a very uneasy meeting with the commission and to say the least, he's on edge- no more like about to fall over the edge. And you noticed.

“Honestly- I just couldn't wait till your birthday, or our anniversary, or whatever else. I'm just- just too excited,” you say calmly, giving him a sweet and reassuring smile. It eases him.

He opens the box and there sits a quilt. A beautiful one. Hand stitched. Home made. Made out of:

Fabric patches of chickens

Fabric Patches of blues, yellows, pinks,orange

There are patches of his old shirts sown into. Ones he wasn't allowed to be seen in anymore(commissions words) due to the worn down look. It made him not look... Not fully Perfect. He liked those shirts but parted with them. Or so he thought. He could see patches of some of the old shirts, the logos or prints, stitched in with other color patches.

He pretty much breaks down.

He loves it. It’s not perfect. There’s messed up stitches and uneven patches. It’s human,it’s flawed. It’s something not perfect in his forced perfect world. He loves it. He fucking adore it so much.

His new Lock Screen is a close up of the quilt. Patch works of chickens running on it are mid screen.

Your Home Screen is of him and you. You’re both hidden in the blanket. It’s like a cave around the two of you, and Keigo looks calm and happy.

#keigo takami #my hero academia hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks fluff #hawks x you #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha writing #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #bnha #bnha headcannons #hawks headcanons #hawks fanfic

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sometipsygnostalgic · 1 year

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“Love Day”, a catradora fanfic

I was apprehensive about posting this, because it is a personal gift for @phosphoricbomb!

But here is Love Day which is a fic that I wrote in her dms from the very random brain thoughts in my head on February 14th.

It’s the first fic I’ve posted in many months and my silliest yet. Enjoy!

Adora was drinking a coca cola, her favourite drink, in the Bright Moon kitchen area. She was banned from the kitchen area, after her first and final attempts at cooking dinner for everyone. But nobody was around right now, so she could drink as much coke as she needed and feel only mildly guilty about it!

Suddenly, with a loud SPARK, a wild Glimmer appeared.

"ADORA!!"

Adora yelped and dropped her coca cola glass on the floor, spraying both her and Glimmer, who would've probably been pissed off if she wasn't already so stressed.

Glimmer grabbed her arms. "Adora... I NEED your help!!! I haven't figured out what I'm going to do for Bow on Love Day!!"

"Love Day?" said Adora. "What the hell is Love Day?"

Glimmer narrowed her eyes at Adora. "The annual Etherian holiday where you show the person most special to you that you appreciate them, through exchange of cards and gifts?"

"Aaaa???" Adora was suddenly panicking too. "Oh no, what? Is that today?"

"YES!!"

"But I haven't got anything for Catra! She's going to think I'm a terrible girlfriend and leave me forever!"

Glimmer shook Adora. "You can't be having a crisis about not getting anything, I'm having a crisis about not getting anything! Just get her... like... a squeaky toy, or your old hoodie! I need ideas for Bow!!!"

"Um. Get him, uhh.." Adora scratched her chin. "Get him a guitar pick or something."

"Musical instruments? Eh, maybe. Okay well you're shit out of luck, BYE ADORA!!!"

"WAIT NO GLIMMER YOU HAVE TO HELP ME TOO---"

And Glimmer teleported out of the room, leaving Adora alone, to figure out what to do for Catra!!! Adora rushed through her own things to see if there was anything she could give to Catra. Ahah - A SWORD!! Wait no. Was Catra interested in swords? Or was that just something Adora was interested in. But having a sword is the COOLEST thing ever. Or was it only cool to Adora? Would Catra think Adora got a gift for herself? Well it was literally one of her own swords, so was it just a handaway? AaaaaaH!!! Why is this so hard!!!

Adora also looked through her old hoodies. Sure, Catra nuzzled up against them every time she got the opportunity. But was it really fair to give it as a Love Day gift? How all out were you supposed to go for this? In the Horde, sure, being given someone's old clothes was a dream come true!!! Catra wore Adora's old uniforms ALL the time. But these hoodies were ALREADY covered in Catra's fur, and Adora suspected that Catra preferred to steal her hoodies rather than actually own them.

Adora made her way back to the kitchen area, wondering if Catra would instead want to make food, when she bumped into Frosta and Sea Hawk! Adora processed the scene in front of her. Sea Hawk was throwing coal into the oven, like he was trying to power a steam engine.

"More... MORE!!!" Frosta yelled. The oven was burning up a storm, the fire inside probably heating up way past its normal limits.

On top of it, Adora could see several chunks of large metal. They were being heated up by the gas burner.

"Uhhh.... what... is happening here?" she asked. "Are you, are you supposed to use it like that?"

Frosta laughed maniacally. "We are making GUNS!!!!"

"That's right", Sea Hawk replied cheerfully. "Frosta is helping me make a sniper rifle for sweet Mermista! She always wanted to be a secret assassin, and what better gift than to make her dreams come true!!"

"So is that why you're filling the oven with coal?" Adora asked.

"It's so that the fire on the stove burns HOT ENOUGH to MELT the METAL," said Sea Hawk, "so we can make the gun!"

"You do realise that the temperature of the bottom part doesn't... power the stove, right?"

"Hmm? That's nonsense", said Sea Hawk. "This is CLEARLY where the fuel goes--- Oh dear---"

The oven was starting to MELT from the inside, droplets of metal and paint pouring onto the floor, while the metal chunks at the top had barely heated up at all!

"YESSSSS" cried Frosta. "MORE FIRE!!!"

Adora, not wanting to get Super Banned from the kitchen, ran away before the fire alarm went off. There was no way any advice from Sea Hawk was going to help her make a gift from Catra, especially if they weren't actually able to make any guns for her.

Adora, starting to feel hopeless, wandered into the basement area. How was she going to explain things to Catra? "Sorry Catra, I found out Love Day existed like 5 minutes ago so I got you nothing, here's a hug!"?? She couldn't even make Catra some certified Fake Ration Biscuits now! She was CERTAIN that Catra was going to open another portal as soon as she realised Adora hadn't even thought to gift her anything.

She stepped on something--- and it YELPED, and scratched her leg! Actually no, it didn't scratch her leg, it deliberately drew a taser and gave her a quick zippity zap.

"Ouch!!"

She realised that what she had stepped on was a small robot kitten, which wandered away into the newly built Bright Moon Lab of Robots and Awesome Science, aka, BRIMOLRAS, which was a stupid name, but she wasn't going to argue with Entrapta.

Adora entered the lab, and saw Scorpia talking to Entrapta animatedly, while she focused intensely on something.

".....so she told me that I looked really pretty in the earrings, and I said 'Thanks, they belonged to my aunt!', and she said 'I hope I can meet your aunt one day', and I said 'That's too bad, because she was murdered by the Horde 30 years ago!!', and I don't know why but that really killed the mood, but anyway, that's why I wanted to give her some earrings too. They're awesome right?"

Scorpia held up the earrings, which were warped copper rings that had incredibly ameteur attempts at what appeared to be wooden scorpions attached to them. One of the scorpions appeared to have a blob on its head and was smiling happily in the way you'd see in a small child's drawing. The other had a spiky head, and was a bit larger, but unfortunately its tail appeared to have snapped off.

Entrapta raised an eyebrow, before smiling. "I think Perfuma will wear them every day :D"

Hmm. Maybe Entrapta and Scorpia could help Adora sort something out for Catra?

The robot cat meowed loudly, and the pair looked up at Adora. "Hey," Adora started, "could I have help with--" The cat meowed loudly again. "Making a gift---" MEOW!!!

"SHUSH, CHEESOID" said Entrapta. "Sorry Adora, she gets like this when she doesnt have Electrical Robo Snacks. Scorpia could you feed some to her?"

"Oh - Got it!!!" Scorpia replied, upright and happily grabbing a thing. It dispensed glowing smaller thingies which the robot cat preyed upon like it was starving to death. Scorpia cooed over it and patted its head, and the cat hissed at her. This didn't stop her gooey eyes at "Cheesoid".

Adora coughed. "Anyway---"

"Are you here because you need help making a gift for Catra for Love Day because you didn't know it existed until just now?" said Entrapta, hair hand pointing up and a smirk on her face.

Adora was stunned but only for a moment because she was used to this bullshit from Entrapta. "Okay, yes."

"That's okay," said Entrapta. "At least four other people have approached me today with the same issue! Thirteen minutes ago, I was helping Glimmer repaint her gift for Bow. Then she warned me not to help Sea Hawk make any guns! I haven't spoken to Sea Hawk yet but I'm 50/50 on whether I will help him make guns."

"I don't know what I can give her :(" said Adora. "I've known Catra for so long, but... we only got together, a couple of months ago." She sat down on a nearby table, shoving aside a couple of grenades to make room. "I want to make Catra feel important, like she is special to me. How can I do that if I won't even do anything on LOVE day of all things? And, maybe she'll be okay with it, but.... I won't be. I'm not fine with knowing I let her down." Adora sighed, and stared at the floor.

...A tendril of hair patted her on the head gently. "There there!"

Then Adora dared to look up, teary eyed, and saw Scorpia staring straight into her soul with the most sappy, almost tearful expression! "Ahh!!" Adora yelped. "Eye contact!!!"

She fell backwards off the chair, knocking over the grenades. Fortunately Entrapta caught them all, and had room to also catch Adora, pushing her back onto the table, where Scorpia gripped her arms determinedly.

"You care so much about Catra!!" Scorpia yelled. "I'm so... You're so sweet!!" She started bawling and hugged Adora very hard. "I'm so... I'm sorry, I just have so many feelings right now! I used to feel the same way, but you know her so much better than I do. You're made for each other Q_Q" Scorpia continued crying, and Adora tried to resume breathing. Entrapta stopped what she was doing for a moment, rotating her chair and looking at them both.

"Maybe you can't think of anything to give Catra, because neither of you know what she likes yet?" she said. "I know that Scorpia and Hordak thought they hated kim chi stew, but the first time they tried it, they asked for it every night. Even with me cooking!"

Adora huffed, insofar as it was possible while being hug crushed. "We just... we've barely been able to do anything, I don't even know who I am anymore... I guess I'm still learning who Catra has become, what she likes."

"It's going to take a while", said Entrapta. "Fortunately, I ALREADY KNOW what Catra likes!!!"

Entrapta spinned on her chair and took out a couple of charts. Entrapta was able to maintain so many charts and make so many things in a short time that Adora was wondering if she was living in a parallel plane where time was slowed down.

"See, it says right here.... Catra likes the colours black and red, dangerous new weapons, and cuddling Adora. Underlined in three black lines. She REALLY LIKES cuddling Adora."

Adora blushed. "Wait does this mean a hug is a viable gift then?"

"After doing much research, I've concluded Love day is less about materials... and more about spending time with the people you care about!!! But a hug tends to be a free offering." Entrapta was rotating slowly on the chair and Adora tried to turn with her so she could see the chart, and was getting dizzy. "Catra likes some material things, and some immaterial things. She loves Melog, who as a cat companion, is both cuddly AND a friend. But maybe she would like something that represents Adora directly, when Adora is not there? Or at least something to remind her of you." This talk was starting to break Adora's brain. Cuddly, a friend, and would remind her of Adora..? She watched the robot cat purring on the floor, Entrapta patting it on the head once again. Its grumpy deeanour reminded her of Catra and Melog. The difference is, the cat wasn't very fluffy, and wasn't that down for cuddles--

"AHAH!!!" A flash of inspiration went through Adora. "I got it!!!" She pried her way out of Scorpia's arms using She ra strength. Scorpia sniffed and wiped her nose. "Alright Entrapta", Adora continued, "Can I borrow... uhh.... some material, some sewing needles, and any amount of fluff you might have?"

"Oh the sewing needles are over there next to the chainsaw", said Entrapta. "But I'm all out of fluff and material, you can steal it from Glimmer's secret pillow armory."

"Great, THANKS." Adora ran out of the room, and then back in again. "By the way is that thing you're working on for Hordak?"

Entrapta looked up from where she had started welding again. "For Hordak? Oh, no. This is my own power suit. I haven't got anything for---" She snapped the mask up. "WAIT!!! I forgot to finish Hordak's gift!!! I only have two hours!" She grabbed Scorpia. "Please help. If I don't get Hordak a gift for Love Day, he'll be so sad---" Adora couldn't stay and hear Entrapta resolve her crisis, for she had work to do. She found Glimmer's secret Pillow Armory, which everyone stole pillows from regularly because they were the softest fluffiest pillows, and got to work!!!

Two hours later, everyone came together at dinner... which was a takeaway for Sea Hawk reasons... and began sharing their Love Day gifts.

Micah went first. He placed a bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table, Angella's favourite. Castaspella and Glimmer hugged him.

It was silent for a while. Then Netossa launched something at Spinerella with her net!!! Spinerella looked up and narrowed her eyes. "A code for Sea of Thieves? Really?" "Hell yes, said Netossa. "We haven't played together since your Xbox Gold expired. Season 7 is SOOO much better Spinny, we're going to sink so many people!"

Bow coughed nervously, bringing out his gift for Glimmer. "I got you... a new cloak?"

It had a sparkly under layer like Glimmer's current cloak, but it was much warmer, with a fuzzy white collar sewed onto it. It was magnificient, the colours of the galaxy. Glimmer looked so... happy, almost tearfully, and teleported to Bow, hugging him instantly. "Oh-- I got you something too!" she said bashfully. Then Glimmer pulled out.... a SHIELD!!! It was wrapped in a bow. And it had Bow's face printed on it with a wink, in his own art. That was probably the secret work Entrapta helped with but while Adora was autistic she still knew it was a bad idea to tell the world how last minute Glimmer's gift idea was. "It's your SUPER HERO shield", said Glimmer. So... you're safe, while you're protecting people 🥺 ” And then he kissed her on the top of the head, and she hugged him. Hey Tippen, I DO write Glimbow sometimes! The gift giving continued. Swift Wind got a pair of sunglasses for Castaspella, which fit her well somehow. Adora didn't think they were dating but it wouldn't entirely surprise her.

Inexplicably, Sea Hawk gave Mermista a gun. It was a sniper rifle as promised. Mermista blushed, and looked away, muttering something before gifting Sea Hawk a small box, which he stared at with such wonder as he opened it. He didn't share what it was it with the group.

Scorpia gifted Perfuma the little earrings. Perfuma looked SO happy, but she didn't put them on. Then she gave Scorpia a medium sized box, which Scorpia opened. "Wow..." she said, "This is so..." She took something out. "This is Scorpion Sensitive Soap... I thought it didn't exist anymore! And here are a pair of fuzzy gloves and one for my tail--" She took out the gloves and put them on immediately, even though it was really warm. Scorpia looked fuzzier than ever. "I.. You're the BEST, Perfuma!!" And then the pair cried very loudly and everyone smiled, and talked a bit more loudly as things continued. Hordak looked a bit downtrodden as Entrapta wasn't here yet, but she showed up suddenly, running around the corner. "I'M SORRY I'M LATE" she said, "I WAS STILL WORKING ON IT!!!" And then she dropped a fucking engine onto the table. Hordak's eyes went wide.

"This..." he said, "This is the engine from my designs to upgrade the starship..." "Yep!!" she grinned. "But.. we thought we couldn't stabilize the plutonium crystals necessary for the catalyst..." "All sorted!!!" He stared at her, in disbelief, then pulled something out of his pocket. Entrapta gasped. "Is that a data crystal?" "I heard it's Etherian tradition to give your partners a part of yourself. This necklace... is a response to the one that you gave me long ago." (A/N: It was less than a year ago.) Entrapta had an unreadable expression as she tried to plant the blue crystal in her chest, then remembered she didn't have a power suit on, and placed it around her neck. "Wanted..."

They hugged, it was nice. Tipsy Adora thought it was very cute that Entrapta and Hordak seemed to have found someone who understands them. Catra had been watching events unfold while seated next to Adora, and grabbed her hand, stroking softly. Adora was flustered, and nervous as hell, but now she realised it was time.

She turned around and faced Catra. And was stunned. She stared at Catra's beautiful face for about sixteen seconds before Catra stammered. "Uh. Hi Adora!" she said, tail flicking and a smirk on her face, amused and intimidated by Adora's behaviour.

Adora blinked. "H... Hi Catra."

Glimmer rolled her eyes. "Disaster lesbians." Spinny and netossa nodded in agreement. Entrapta was counting the seconds, verbally, that it took for Adora to continue. Scorpia was holding her breath, which couldn't be healthy. Bow was just gazing with his Bow face like he was going to start crying and hugging everyone again, which is happening a lot in this fic, but that's what you get when you're gay and sappy and writing a valentines day crack fic for your girlfriend.

"Mm-hmm!" Adora coughed. "So. Catra. I... I've known you for a very long time... and we've changed a lot over the course of that time... and I guess..." Adora sighed. "I guess, I'm starting to realise, I'm still learning about you. And now we've escaped the Horde, now we have ROOM to enjoy life... I have such a hard time figuring out what it is you like, or what even I like! Which is scary... but at the sametime.... kind of exciting. "

Catra's eyes were dilated and her tail had moved around her legs. Adora continued.

"I think, I know enough about you.... to say that for whatever reason, you like me. And I like you. So I thought maybe you'd appreciate it if you had something, that made you think of me."

She blushed and revealed, from behind.... a golden retriever toy! Or at least, that is what it was supposed to be. Some parts of its fur were less fluffy than others and its eyes were mismatched, but they were blue buttons, with black and white dots pained on them. It was so very cuddly and kind of fat. "I know it's not really useful like some other people's gifts... and you haven't asked for a cuddly toy... but I thought, you should know it's made with a lot of love."

Catra took the toy, and Adora waited for her reaction. She wondered if Catra was going to divorce her for such a shoddy gift, especially compared to Mermista's gun and Hordak's radioactive engine that he and Entrapta were now taking out of the room after much begging from Bow.

Catra laughed. She fucking laughed! But after a few seconds of wishing she was dead, Adora realised that Catra was crying. It was a happy laugh. Catra gave adora a hug, kissed her on the cheek, and talked in her ear. "You dummy. Of course you don't know what I want. I never tell you!!!"

Catra drew away, while Adora was enchanted. Catra was smiling peacefully, but then realised she was surrouned by people, and was blushing and looking away a lot like Mermista, as she took out Adora's gift. It was wrapped in several pieces of newspaper and tape.

"Here", she said. "Take it before I change my mind."

Adora unwrapped the gift... it was...... A cuddly cat. No, not just any cat - A Catra! It was a small cuddly Catra, on all fours with cartoonish proportions, like a very chibi Cat. Some parts of the fur were off colour - it seemed Glimmer's Pillow Armory had seen a lot of theft as of late - and it was slightly smaller than Adora's Adoretriever. But it was so funny. Adora giggled, she couldn't help herself, and Catra smiled.

"I thought the exact same thing", said Catra. "Now I'm with you forever whether you like it or not."

She picked Adora up, then realised Adora was too heavy to pick up, so Adora picked her up instead, and they kissed and hugged.

Why did Catra always have to be so cute?

The end!

And this is the fanart I drew to accompany it :)

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whisperluck · 8 months

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Since I love the Wublin island so much. I might as well talk about my headcannons about the Wublins. You can’t stop me! I will try to remember what I came up with the others from before. Something will change.

First thing first, for what I’ve known the Wublin’s aren’t related to each other. Regardless I see them as like a group of friends that are weirdos. As for ages, the oldest would the first five wublins, Wubbox and Monculus. With that out of the let’s begin!

Brump: (He/Him) The most easygoing guy around, you need a hype man to pump you up? Brump’s your guy! He maybe gross to others but he couldn’t careless, he like the way he is. Plus he is blind, there’s that.

Zynth: (Any pronouns) Doesn’t talk a lot, even when they do it’s inaudible. Zynth uses the most electric out of all the others. Like bright lights and will stare at it until it turns off. It’s tail is always on and makes a good nightlight.

Poewk: (They/Them) A total mystery, no one knows what’s really under that mask. Never speaks, just stares at you. Until they tap in morse code. Loves to knit anything, mostly blankets. Both Poewk and Whajje are the closest to Sceemu and help with communication for Sceemu. Loves DnD but none of the other Wublins know how it’s played. They found out that some members of faerie island are fans of DnD.

Thwok: (He/Him) Looks classic but really a huge dork like the rest of the Wublins. A huge fan of classical music and jazz. Takes good care of his fur which is silky smooth. Due to having a long tongue, he can not talk clear, the tongue stays out and doesn’t go back in. Still has taste.

Dwumrohl: (He/Him) Having many arms, means he can hide a ton of things, mostly snacks. Great at tell stories especially for those who can’t sleep. Loves telling joke and yes, every punch line is ended with a ‘Ba dum tss’.

Zuuker: (He/They) They breath by inhaling from their nose and exhales out of their hole. Don’t stand next to them, he gives off a lot of heat. Secretly an art critic, but he will not be nice and will hurt your feelings. Has really bad allergies and if they sneeze too much fire will come out of their hole.

Screemu: (They/Them) Due to being deaf , they are oblivious to everything. Communication is very hard for them. You can write to them or sign to them. Beware they scream talk sometimes. Have to have someone babysit them, it’s usually Whajje or Poewk. Screemu’s actions/ behavior is creepy to others. But really just goofy. Loves making sculptures with clay, twigs and ribbons. Screemu is also very sensitive and will cry.

Tympa: (He/They) Heavy Metal and Rock fan, like Brump a hype man. However doesn’t think twice, he’s a ride or died friend. Great at playing soccer and likes watching other sports. Due to banning they’re eardrums, they have a constant ringing in their ears. It doesn’t hurt or bother them, just hard of hearing.

Dermit: (He/Him) Shy at first, but when he warms up. He becomes a fun guy to hang out. He’s skin condition is unknown but it’s a fungus. Luckily it is not contagious. To keep him from itchy skin, he has to have a strict skin care routine. Which he hurts doing it because it take so long.

Gheegur: (He/Him) Shy and quiet guy. Soft spoken, hates conflict with his friends. Which rarely happens. Like Thwok he a big listener to jazz. A hopeless romantic along with Whajje, the two watch a lot of romance movies/shows and get too into it. Writes poems about romance and gets embarrassed about it.

Whajje: (She/Her, Trans) The mom of the group, a total sweetheart to everyone. Love to bake. She can only says ‘Whajje’ and everyone understands her. Whenever the T.V is down, she’s the one who has to take place it’s place. During the start of spring and fall, her feathers will shed. Which gets bad and doesn’t help with her self conscience.

Creepuscule: (She/Her) She a hot cheetos girl, will fight for you if someone upsets you. Great at doing makeup and nail art. While doing either, it’s the perfect time to spill the tea to her. Has no content of time and bad at planning things. Like Brump, she’s love the way she looks and makes you feel beautiful too.

Blipsqueak: (It/Its) The smartest of the group, however it can only say either ‘Eyes,Ears,Nose,Toes’ which makes them sound stupid. The lasers are scanners, like a laser pointer please do not look directly into it! It can in fact smell, hear and feel things which it’s feet.

Scargo: (He/Him) He’s autistic, due to this the other have to make sure he’s not overwhelmed. Love to fidget with toys like Rubiks cube but mostly just happy to tap he’s hands on something. If he does get overwhelmed he’ll just hide in his shell and scream.

Astropod: (He/Him) The chills and cool bro around. His back shifted different shades of purple don’t stare at it too long or you’ll get dizzy and pass out. If you were to lick him (why would you, gross) but if you do, you will go on a color trip. Just ask Thwok. He’s little hands do work, just with a little help.

Pixoloti: (He/Him trans) Has ADHD, is a huge nerd. Video games, Movies, Comic, Anime, you name it, he’s a fan. He gets big zoomies, like a cat at 4am. He’s hands and feet are switch, he walks on his hands and everything else like grabbing with his feet. He’s whiskers are use to smell things, they will wiggle around to smell.

Bona-Petite: Bona(pink he/him) Petite(blue she/her) Petite is a chaotic little gremlin. Bona just puts up with it and doesn’t bat an eye. The two can not be separated for long or else Bona will fall apart. Love spooky things and anything horror. Petite has a potty mouth and now has a swear jab. Which gets filled monthly.

Maulch: (He/Him) Looks mean and scary, but really a soft guy and smell like fresh mulch. Love to just stop and smell the flowers. He likes to eat his own berries and doesn’t mind the taste. A man of few words. Is Nearsighted and refuses to were glasses for his bad eyesight.

Fleechwurm: (She/They) If you thought Petite was bad. Well, Fleechwurm is worse. She acts nice and innocent, but will turn on strangers and steal they’re stuff. Like gum and candy. The other have to carry them around and they don’t weight no more then a couple of grapes. However, she is only close and will never turn on Scargo.

#my singing monsters #long post is long #wublins #headcanon #I couldn’t wait #I had to talk about the Wublins

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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Can I request fluff Mello getting his fem s/o a small kitten because he’s about to leave for a long trip and doesn’t want her to feel lonely at home<3

Sure thing, anon!! <3

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Content: Mello x f!S/O

Warnings: None

Notes: Pure fluff. Absolutely adore it. Also, fun fact, I used to be a huge Warrior Cats fan! Ivypool's design was always really pretty to me

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Mello looked through the cages in the pet store, trying to decide the best kind of pet to get you. Matt huffed next to him. "How long are we gonna be here?"

"Not long you damn junkie. If you need a smoke, just go outside and come back in when you're done." Mello rolled his eyes.

"This shouldn't be hard though. What kind of animal would be easy for her? You've been with her long enough to know, right?"

"Yes, of course! Where the hell are the cats?"

"Do you even know if this place has cats?" Matt asked.

"Yes, it does! I just...have to find them." Mello groaned.

After walking around a while, the two boys finally came across the cages that held cats. Some were asleep in the corners, others were messing with toys. In the bottom though, there was one singular kitten. Crouching down, Mello held his finger up to the bars of the cage.

The kitten was snow white and fluffy. The ears, tail and muzzle were decorated with grayish-brown fur, and the eyes were a striking blue. The kitten let out a meow, sniffing Mello's finger before licking it a little. Mello turned to the sign outside the cage. "A ragdoll kitten, huh?"

"Find everything okay?" An employee came up behind the men with a bright smile.

"Hm? Yeah. Is there a chance I could get this kitten?" Mello asked, turning to the employee before looking back down at the kitten.

"Sure thing! We just need you to fill out some paperwork and he'll be at the front when you're done getting cat stuff okay?" The employee smiled again, crouching to mess with the cage.

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The little kitten mewed as they drove back to the apartment, Matt sighing in annoyance. Mello had told Matt not to smoke around the kitten. He kept sticking his finger in the cage's bars to try to soothe the poor kitten.

Finally getting to the apartment, Matt waited outside, finally taking a cigarette out of his pack while Mello hauled the kitten and most of it's stuff upstairs. Mello figured this would be a good surprise for you, if nothing else.

Walking into the apartment and gently setting the cage and other bags down, he looked around for you. "(Y/n)? Could you come here please? I have a surprise for you."

Almost instantly, you came around the corner, seeing all the cat stuff around Mello. He was messing with the cage, and once he finally got it open, he gently grabbed the kitten and brought it out. You gasped and moved quickly to Mello and the kitten.

He held the small creature in his arms, one hand gently petting the kitten's head.

"Aw, Mello! They're so adorable! Is it a girl or a boy?"

"Uh...boy." Mello had to remember for a minute. "I haven't named him yet. I was waiting for you."

You began to pet the kitten's back, and he began to purr, his fur finally beginning to lie flat. You let out a small chuckle. "Does Gojo work?"

"Gojo? What, like that guy from that show?"

"Yeah, have you seen this cat's eyes? It's practically him!" You grinned.

"Alright, alright. His name will be Gojo, then. But don't come cryin' to me if Matt makes fun of you." Mello gently transfered the kitten to your arms. "Now uh...the reason I got you this kitten is actually something I've been meaning to tell you for a few days."

You looked up. "What's up?"

"Matt and I are going away for a couple of weeks on a mission. It's looking like I'll be gone for a month, tops. I got you Gojo here so you wouldn't be so lonely." Mello scratched Gojo's ears as he mentioned the kitten.

"Aw, Mello...that's so sweet of you." You smiled, kissing his cheek. "I'm still gonna miss you, but with Gojo here I should be fine."

"Good, that was my intention." Mello slung and arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple.

Little Gojo seemed content in your arms, while you leaned your head against Mello's. Silence overcame you two for a moment, before you spoke up again.

"...Matt is not smoking inside anymore."

"Yeah no, I already told him that." Mello nodded.

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

#death note #death note mello #mihael keehl #mello #death note mihael keehl #mello x reader #mello x y/n #mello x you

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taavisplushies · 11 months

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What are your plushie preferences? Brand, size, etc?

omg this is the best ask ever hold on

i’m adding the “read more” cut thing bc this is gonna be a lot of talking!!!

basically i don’t have a preference when it comes to brands. any brand is fine with me!

for size i prefer stuffed animals that are big enough to hug, but not too big! so like medium size i guess. maybe like 12in max??? i also like small ones that can fit in your hands easily! most of my medium sized plush are on my bed, and sadly i’ve run out of room for more :( i still can fit some more small ones on my shelf tho!

i’m kinda picky about fur texture. i have sensory issues! if the plush is a bad texture i will not get it, even if it’s cute! i like soft plushies the best, because they are nice to hold and pet. it’s okay if the plush isn’t super soft tho! i just can’t stand certain textures… they freak me out. i can’t really explain it. :/

now for poses… i like standing poses best for dogs and sitting poses best for frogs! those ones just look the best in my opinion :) sometimes laying down poses can look good for both of them too! i’m not a huge fan of sitting dogs though. they’re cute, but can be harder to hug!

one thing i’m also picky about is how stiff the plush is. i like mine to be soft and somewhat squishy! i do not like when they are firm, hard, etc! this is because you can’t really hug a plush well if it’s hard :( but i also don’t want to plush too be super floppy! i like a good middle ground i guess. mostly soft/squishy, but still firm enough so it can keep its shape!

and obviously my preference for species is dogs and frogs! lately i’ve been more interested in dogs compared to frogs. it started i think in march/april ???? i began taking a new medicine called Buspar, and suddenly i needed to collect stuffed dogs. and suddenly i like stuffed dogs more than stuffed frogs. i have no clue why the medicine did this to me????? the medicine has helped me an insane amount tho so it’s okay! literally before i started this medicine my anxiety was so bad i could barely go into public, and i couldn’t talk to any strangers, and i would have panic attacks at stores and stuff. but with the help of the medicine, i was able to finally get a job! and i can go in public easier, and i even talk to strangers! i rarely have panic attacks related to social situations anymore too! i’m super proud of myself btw, bc my doctor said i’d probably never be able to get a job. but i proved her wrong!!! ok this got a little off topic sorry……

anyway hmm… other preferences…. oh! i prefer to buy secondhand plush. this is mostly because they’re cheaper, but also it feels like i am saving them! because i know at the thrift store, anything that doesn’t get bought gets thrown away. so i am saving these little fellas and giving them a new home :)

i also prefer more realistic colored designs for the most part! however there are some exceptions. sometimes colorful plushies can be cute! it just really depends on how bright the colors are i think.

tldr i’m not super picky unless it comes to fur texture or how firm the plush is.

#oops im rambling #ask #text

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acaciapines · 1 year

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lol I meant to type actually the middle number of 46 but you can do 31 too! I love hearing about this au

both of them it is! im glad you love hearing about it bc there is. truly so much. <3

31. Baptisms – Radical Face

“it’s not that bad, you know.”

mari looks up at her, ears still pressed flat. whatever sickness has been hurting luz has left her mostly quiet the entire time amity has been sitting here, and though there’s a hint of pain in the way mari holds her shoulders her eyes are bright and alert.

in amity’s lap, alma shifts: cat, glowfish, spottedfish, lionfish, and cat again. amity rests her hand across her palisman’s back, brushing soft fur.

“it’s not the same.” mari looks away, out towards the window where the moon trickles in. “you never…you get to figure out who you are. i already did, and i…”

“got it wrong?” alma offers, and mari’s lips curl back in a growl. alma’s purr rises in volume, loud enough that mari should hear it, too. it rumbles though amity’s own veins. “that’s okay. we did, too.”

46. Bugbear – Chloe Moriondo

she’s not so sure why she’s here, at school, doing this, when eda and king and firefly and lilith and burkit and every single adult she cares about save for mom is back stuck in a world under the collector’s control.

“it’s to make mom happy,” hunter says, a tiny red bird on her shoulder. he’s been doing that a lot—the bird, and the slipping up. calling camila mom, just like she would. “this way, we at least are able to somewhat pass for normal.” he fluffs up his feathers. “but…yeah. i get it. i wish we were with mari and flapjack, too.”

“it’s not fair,” luz whispers. she’s hidden herself away in an empty corner of the hallway for lunch, because people always stare at her weird when she and hunter talk to each other—just another one of those ways where she won’t fit in, talking to her daemon in public. “i want mom to be happy, i do, i just…why doesn’t this make me feel better?”

hunter shrugs. “i don’t know.”

“yeah.” luz huffs. “just five more hours of this.”

“five more hours,” hunter echoes, flapping down to peck at her sandwich. “let’s get through them together.”

DISCUSSION

starting w 31: OH MY GOD I KNOW EXACTLY WHEN THIS IS FROMMMMM its from episode 9! eclipse lake! when luz is sick w. common mold i think its called? yeah that but anyways in that episode luz is super out of it but mari isnt (for Reasons like: it isnt common mold lol but they arent important for this scene).

anyways! that means that amityalma and mari have a really sweet scene together...both of them have been struggling over being unsettled (luz n mari bc they were settled but unsettled, amity n alma bc they spent all of s1 pretending to be settled as something they werent) and they get to bond over it...mari cant talk about this stuff w luz but she CAN with amity and alma, and sort of. figure it out then.

also this is before i decided cats in the demon realm were fun shadowy nightmare creatures lol. originally alma took the form of a white cat (like ghost in the show) but bc i have A Thing im doing w forms that changed.

and 46: yet another luz and hunter suffering in the human realm scene! i think ive said it before but bc of the four of them hunter is the only one able to change form, and luz needs to pretend to be settled for long plot reasons im not getting into, luz and hunter go to school together as a human-daemon pair and neither of them like. enjoy it. theyre still melding together a lot and this Doesnt Help, and luz is used to the demon realm way of human-daemon interactions (aka the way i like them) vs the human realm way (aka Every Other Daemon Au).

hunters also supposed to be a lizard here hence luz commenting on him being a bird. its a fun time! a fun fun time. these kids are Going Through It

#toh #luz noceda #amity blight #hunter toh #daemon au #daemons #i write #fun fact there is a small small chance luz n hunter might end up in the human realm alone #(aka amity willow gus stay in the demon realm for s3)#but proooobably not bc i think their unhealthy codependency hits more if they have their friends theyre just actively drawing away from the #it was a fun idea tho! it would be interesting thats for sure #bc then the pov would swap between hunterluz and then one of gus willow amity #so youd see the demon realm in this aus s3e1 #but eps 1 n 2 might become one big thing where each chapter alternates so you could still get it?#idk we aint there yet lol #and a grove of palistrom to you

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much-the-millers-kid · 2 years

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Trilogy of Fairy-Tale Lineage Stories, how I interpret them, and just random opinions

Descendants, Ever After High, and The School for Good and Evil are very similar in that they all feature the children of fairy tale characters. They have a lot in common, but they also have a lot that makes each one unique, so thought I’d give my semi-brief breakdown of each one.

Disney’s Descendants: Disney as a corporation sucks, this is a cheap rip-off of Ever After High (which I’ll get to in a moment) and in general Frustrates me. It ultimately kinda has a ‘Your family background and people’s first impressions don’t define you’ but then certain characters do have a certain look and plots are dependent on the Happily Ever After Singing and Dancing together at the end. However, I’ll concede that the music has a lot of bangers and how dare the songs be epic and everything else be ‘eh.’ Also, the original book plot are way better than the movies (I cried at Carlos being forced to admit furs were his mother’s one true love and not him). If looking to get a very young sibling/cousin/whatever into looking at things from another’s perspective, not a bad intro at how kids reflect their parents and how it can be hard to change that, even a sea away, but it is possible.

Ever After High: Ironically, despite ultimately being a doll advertisement, a more mature look at things than Descendants. EAH never got an official ending due to lack of funding, but there’s enough mini-storylines that it kinda works? Don’t get me wrong, I feel it ended prematurely, but between Dragon Games and Thronecoming and all the other specials that are culminations of the arcs, it kinda works in a ‘there’s no Happily Ever After, just new Once Upon a Time’ kind of way. The characters don’t easily fit in good or evil, despite the whole premise being the headmaster trying to fit students into those boxes. The “Good Guys” can be selfish and vain, and the “Bad Guys” can be nice and try to help others, and it’s done in a way that doesn’t seem forced or hokey. Like, Audrey from Descendants is mean to Mal just to be a jerk and obvious ‘called the god guy but actually mean’ and meanwhile Apple from EAH wants her happily ever after, but because she’s been told all her life that’s how to keep everyone safe. EAH has nuance. Good for a child (or anyone really) who wants a look at how upbringing can shape you but not define you, and how appearances and first impressions aren’t all that matter.

School for Good and Evil: (note: this is based on the first 3 books because I haven’t seen the Netflix series and I kinda lost interest after they separated Agatha and Sophie) Much darker tone than the other two with the threat of death being much more prevalent, but also very much matches the themes of ‘First impressions aren’t always what they seem.’ Kinda the culmination of the previous two, and also goes more into paralleling the real world, especially because while the other two are about characters who grew up in these worlds, SfGaE focuses on two characters that grew up just reading the stories, so they do more of the same questioning that the audience does. Despite this, they don’t always get a clear answer, which I like, because there aren’t always clear answers.

Do I think any of them are bad? No. (Well, maybe Descendants, but that’s more on Disney as a corporation) They are all good, for different audiences. Descendants introduces how people try to put people in groups, but it’s more complicated than that, good for really young audiences. Ever After High introduces questioning why things are the way they are and seeing things from another’s perspective, and is good for slightly older than the Descendants audience but wanting bright and shiny. School for Good and Evil introduces questioning whole systems, including those in our own world like beauty standards and gender roles, and having there be fewer clear answers, and is better for a more mature audience that may be into some darker themes.

They all have their strong points and weak points, and if you have a favorite, it’s ultimately opinion. I may not enjoy all of all of them, but I like how they use fairy tales as a way to help guide critical thinking with what good and evil really mean, and if that sort of thing interests you, I encourage you to check it out.

Tldr; Disney’s Descendants, Ever After High, and School for Good and Evil are all similar in the fact they can be summarized with “High School offspring of Fairy Tale Heroes and Villains learn not to judge by appearances,” but they have differences that make me glad they all exist for the audiences that enjoy them.

#Disney descendants #ever after high #school for good and evil

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yakkowarncr · 1 year

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◤ @double-knots ◢

Happy Valentine’s Day and happy Birthday, Yakko! There’s two little boxes. One wrapped in hearts and glitter, and one wrapped in a bright yellow. Both have large bows, and a small “Love, Cy” tag on them.

Inside the pink box are two ‘kiss coupons’ allowing him to ‘cash in’ two kisses, free of charge, at any place, any time. As well as a bunch of smaller handwritten ‘coupons’ for other small things: date ideas, hugs, hand holding, etc. there’s a whole collection of them, actually. As well as the words ‘Happy Valentine’s, Yaks!’ On the inside of the lid.

Inside the yellow box is a small brown pot, full of dirt with a small sprout that appears to be a sunflower starter. There’s also a little note that says ‘For when your days aren’t bright enough! Happy birthday, Ko.’ Written on a yellow sticky note with a little sun drawing.

unprompted

Yakko takes the two boxes from Cyra, setting one down to open the first. It feels light, and he can’t help but smile playfully up at her.

❝ If this box is empty I’m taking my gift back. ❞

He pulls the ribbon away carefully, completely unlike how he usually opens gifts, all unabashed excitedness gone in favour of a reserved timidness despite the playful grin. This is all still pretty new to him.

And that’s probably what causes him to blush as hard as he does when he opens the box full of coupons. For kisses, dates, hand holding, hugs. It has his cheeks heating up and himself damning his the white fur on his face as he drops it to the ground.

He often finds that when he’s around Cyra he doesn’t really have the words to explain how he’s feeling. Mostly because he doesn’t know, and he feels like filling the silence with the dumb filler he’s usually throwing out just won’t cut it. Not for Cyra, and not for a gift like her. It’s sweet, and cheesy and kind of funny, and eventually, despite wishing he had anything of substance to say, he just pushes the first dumb comment that comes to mind out of his mouth.

❝ Awe, you stole my idea, Cy. I’m glad I didn’t go with it. ❞ He’s not lying, either. When asking for suggestions Dot had not so kindly suggested gifting her coupons to make him shut up for an hour ( “You could even put a sticky side on the back so she can physically shut you up!” ) He did not ask Dot for anymore suggestions.

He moves onto the next gift, setting the box of coupons aside, unsure if he’d ever actually work up the courage to use them. This one is heavier, definitely an actual object in it and he pulls the ribbon off just as delicately.

As he pulls the lid off he’s met with a seedling, a small little flower sprouting up from the dirt in the pot. He looks at it for a few moments before looking up to the message, and his cheeks turn hotter. He feels even more at a loss for words as he looks down to the little plant, his head titling.

A flower. He’s never had a flower before. Not a real one. There’s some fake foliage in the tower but nothing real. He likes flowers though... Could he take care of a real flower?

He can try.

❝ Cy, I... I don’t know what to say. ” He tells her with a little shrug, keeping his eyes on the flower so that he doesn’t have to meet the other’s eyes. So that he doesn’t say something stupid.

“ I... um... here- ” He decides instead to change the subject, walking a few steps to pick up the delicately wrapped package in purple and pink paper. ❝ I only got you one, Valentines and Birthday combined, but um... here.. ❞

When Cyra opens the gift, inside she’ll find a picture of the sky. Specifically, of what the sky had looked at the first night they had watched the stars together, each constellation labeled and every planet labeled. Along with it there’s a small silver ring hanging off a matching chain, and a note written out in neat handwriting.

I did promise you Saturn’s rings after all. Happy Valentines Day, Cy

#*: ･ﾟ∙ * yakko warner sings all the words in the english language ◤ ic. ◢#*: ･ﾟ∙ * cyra ◤ double-knots. ◢#/ in which i turn into dragon for exactly one (1) ask

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S REDEMPTION - CHAPTER 37

*Warning: Adult Content*

Ian: ‘It seems like a weird time to take a bath.’

It's the middle of the day, there's either a killer, a murder-demon, or both on the loose and they're all stuck here like the hapless characters of a slasher flick but maybe Sam Asato's never seen Nightmare on Elm Street before.

In addition, the bathtub is not made for two people.

Still, Sam insists and if Ian’s learned anything, it's that he has a hard time not giving him what he wants.

Ian: ‘He's got me whipped, he knows it and I don't care.’

Sam sits with his back against Ian’s chest, which can't be all that comfortable, given that Ian doesn't quite fit the mold of hairless beaut, but Sam doesn't mind.

In fact, he seems to enjoy rubbing his hands through the dense red fur on Ian’s arms and legs as they wash one another with faintly scented soap and a soft cloth.

Strangely, there's nothing sexual about it.

Sensual, yes, sexual, no.

They simply enjoy the feel of each other's body beneath their hands and take pleasure in showing one another this kind of love and care.

Sam uses his influence, too, though it's muted, dampened either by his lack of energy or his mood.

Still, Ian feels it in his touch, the way it seeps through his skin and makes him feel loved.

"I wish I could make you feel this way," Ian says, trailing his fingers over the smooth skin of Sam’s shoulders and down his arms.

"What way?"

"The way you make me feel with your touch, with your influence."

Sam twists to look at Ian, his dark eyes wide with honest surprise.

"But you do," he says.

"That's why I... That's why I love you. What you're feeling is just... a reflection of what I feel. So, really, it's all you."

Ian doesn't know what to say to that, so he says nothing.

Once they're clean and warmed through by the hot water, they lie on the bed, side by side, letting their bodies cool.

After a few minutes, Sam rolls onto his side, watching Ian quietly.

"What do you need, babe?" Ian asks, shifting to face him.

"I'm all yours. Anything you want."

Sam frowns a little and Ian wonders at the strange mood he seems to be in.

"Can we just... stay like this for a while?" he asks, wriggling a little closer to him.

"I just want to be with you."

"Sure, kitten. Sure we can."

Ian pulls Sam closer, so he can tuck his head beneath Ian’s chin and slide one arm around his waist.

"You okay?" Ian asks after a few moments pass.

Sam nods and makes a small noise of assent.

Then he pulls away from Ian far enough to meet his eyes.

"Ian, what I have with you is something I've never had with anyone before. I don't want to lose it. I don't want to lose... you."

"Is that what this is about? The mark?"

"Sort of," he admits, biting his lower lip.

"I'm afraid of losing you and I'm afraid of going back to where and what I was before we met. You didn't just save me that day, Ian. You save me every day."

"Hey now," Ian objects, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"I think you've got it wrong."

Ian sits up and Sam does the same, legs folded and tucked up beside him.

"I'm not fit to save anyone, Sam. You know why I came here, right?"

"To look for bears," he answers quietly.

"That's right. To look for bears because I wanted to understand if it was possible to be me and also be a good person. Since I met you and since I got here, I've realized two things. First, being a bear doesn't mean shit. At least, not the way I thought it did. My Shape doesn't determine who I am. My choices do. And second, one of the best choices I ever made was to help you."

Ian brushes the loose hair back behind Sam’s ears, mindful of the sudden brightness in his eyes.

Ian’s not trying to make him cry, he’s just trying to make him understand.

"Sam, I didn't save you. You saved you. I just gave you a ride. And today, like you've been doing since the day we met, you saved me."

"But... then you had to rescue me from the rat in the basement," he says, and between the sparkle in his eyes and the twitch of his lips, Ian can't tell if he's about to burst into laughter or tears.

"We're ridiculous," Ian agrees, smiling.

"I guess we're just going to have to keep taking turns."

Ian kiss him, trying to convey through the softest touch that he love him and that he’s happy he can call Sam his.

Sam kisses Ian back with the same tenderness, the same gentle care, his mouth caressing Ian’s as though he sipped ambrosia from his lips.

When Sam finally draws back far enough for Ian to see his face again, he looks much more like the little demon Ian knows.

They're both still unclothed and from the way he's devouring Ian with his eyes, Ian can tell he's recovered sufficiently to want more than a sweet kiss.

"Sam... it's been almost an hour already," Ian says.

"I don't think we have time for, uh..."

"I can make it quick," he says, pretty mouth twisted in a wicked little smirk.

"Real quick. Promise."

He's not lying.

Quick and intense, he sets Ian’s blood on fire with his mouth and tongue and in no time at all Ian’s head falls back on his shoulders and he hopes they're still the only ones in the lodge because the sounds Sam draws from Ian are not quiet.

Then Ian catching his breath, looking down as Sam lifts his head from Ian’s lap, lips flushed and a satisfied look on his face.

His eyes are pools of night but his skin is gold.

"You're... too God-damned good at that," Ian complains, still gasping.

"Well, you know part of me has had centuries of practice," he says, stretching like a cat in a pool of sun, energy restored.

Ian doesn't like thinking about that.

Even knowing that Samasa was basically a different person, Ian hates imagining Sam with other lovers, much less centuries worth.

"I'm not gonna pretend I’m near as skilled,but will you let me at least try to get you back?" Ian asks, unable to hide the shy note in his voice.

How he can be shy after the things they've done together is a mystery Ian doesn't have time to solve right now.

"Knock yourself out," he laughs, flushing almost bronze.

Ian would like to believe he deserves every shiver and quiet gasp and how thoroughly and swiftly he's overcome but he suspect it has more to do with Sam than with any special ability on his part.

When, mere moments later, Sam lies basking in salacious bliss, looking beautifully despoiled, Ian kisses his navel and then rolls away and sits up, retreating to the bathroom for a washcloth and his clothes before Sam opens his eyes and sees how much Ian’s still turned on.

Ian: ‘Those goddamn little sounds he makes get me every time, and we really need to stop messing around and rejoin the others.’

"Ian, I changed my mind," he says when Ian re-emerges.

He's lying on his stomach now with his hands cupping his chin.

"I like the beard."

"You didn't before?" Ian asks, raising my brows.

"Well, it's kind of scratchy when you kiss me but... in other places, I guess I like it a little bit of rough."

"Demon," Ian coughs into his sleeve but he feels his face flush anyway and Sam laughs.

Ian might be older and bigger but there's no mistaking which one of them has the upper hand.

Regaining control of his expression, Ian turns back to more serious matters.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Ian says.

"But we should head back to the Walkers' house. The tow-truck should be here soon, and then we're getting out of here, me and you. Well, me and you and Carlos and Toni," Ian amends.

"I hope the tow-truck has enough seats."

Sam giggles happily as he pulls on his clothes, probably imagining some scenario in which he has to ride on Ian’s lap over miles of rough road and then Ian’s cell-phone rings, the insistent buzz and obnoxious jangle jolting him out of whatever fantasy that was about to become.

It's Dane Hunter's number and Ian frowns at his phone as he slides the green answer bar.

It seems far too soon for him to be calling back.

Ian clears his throat, still awkward calling Dane by his first name, even though he asked him to.

"Dane, uh... Hey. What's up?"

Ian winces, imagining he sounds like a dweeb answering a call from his high-school hero.

"Ian, I found something," he says, cutting directly to the chase.

"Are you still at that lodge place?"

"Yeah."

"You need to get the fuck out of there."

"I'm trying," Ian says.

"Someone sabotaged the vehicles but a tow-truck's on the way."

He pauses and Ian waits.

When Dane doesn't go on, Ian gives in and ask the obvious question.

"What did you find?"

Ian hears Dane sigh.

"I looked up Raven Wheeler, like you asked. It's not that common of a name and only one fit the description you gave. I called up her last known address and I got lucky. A man answered, her boyfriend and he said she'd been missing for about two weeks. Apparently, she took off when she got a call inviting her home."

"Okay..." Ian shifts his weight and switch the phone to his other hand.

"Did he have a name for who 'invited' her?"

"He did," Dane says, sounding almost reluctant.

"I had to press him a bit, but... Ian, it was the same person who invited you there. It was Inez Walker."

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Moony Wants, Moony Gets | R.L

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Moony has a natural wanting for his mate making his possessiveness visible the closer it gets to the full moon.

He was always jealous. Blame it on the wolf in him, if you will, but Remus Lupin was highly possessive. Especially over what’s his - maybe not even what’s his but what he wants. She was gorgeous and his perfect mate—long tuffs of h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes that glittered in the limelight. There was one problem with her, though—one major flaw in her mess of perfection.

Y/n L/n, cunning, ambitious, resourceful, and charismatic.

That was the problem. Y/n was a Slytherin, and Remus was a half-blood Gryffindor. To make matters worse, her closest friend was Regulus Black - Sirius Blacks brother. Remus’ best friend's brother. But Remus couldn’t help it. Her voice was like a siren's call, and her beauty was a rival to Aphrodite, but she had the wisdom of Athena. Y/n was a perfect balance of everything.

Closer to the full moon, his possessiveness became more of a problem. Sirius was noticing the low growl that would erupt from Remus whenever someone stepped close to Y/n. James saw the lingering glares left on any male within a six feet distance of her. Even Peter observed his green eyes turn a shade darker as if someone mixed black paint into his usually bright eyes.

Y/n sat at the Slytherin table, a cup of coffee beside her as she spoke intently with Regulus. Meanwhile, a Gryffindor across the Great Hall was glaring daggers at the younger Black brother's head. Sirius nudged him, grabbing his attention.

“Mate, you’re growling again.” Sirius whispered, and Remus’ cheeks turned pink, “Am not.”

James gave an unconvincing grin, “Mhm, totally.”

“I was not growling.”

“I think you were.” James replied, “Definitely was.” Sirius added.

Remus sighed, pushing his plate away to lay his head on the table, “What’s got Moony all wound up?” James queried, Remus, deadpanned looking at the laughing girl across the room.

“I think I know.” Sirius simpered, “Do you now? Don’t be a tosser.” James stated teasingly.

“Turn around. Slytherin, talking with Reggie.”

He turned and looked back at Remus with his jaw dropped, “No- fucking- way.”

“What?”

“She’s the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, you tosser!”

“Oh…”

James snorted, “Yeah, oh.”

“Looks like Moony found his mate.” Sirius winked, and Remus groaned, “Shut up about it, will you?”

“Never.”

It felt weird. James wouldn’t shut up about how brilliant Y/n was, how the Slytherin’s Quidditch team was able to make plays that no one else would’ve even thought about. Sirius wouldn’t stop offering to talk to Regulus to see if maybe he had any intel on her. Strangely enough, Peter was silent but had a guilty look on his face. Guilty sufficient for Remus to comment.

“Why do you look guilty, Wormtail?” Remus inquired, and Peter's cheeks flushed pink, “She- Y/n isn’t- um….”

“What do you know that we don’t, Peter?” Sirius queried, his voice harsh, “She isn’t what you think. That’s all I’m saying.” Peter stammered out nervously.

James tilted his head at the blue-eyed boy, “And you know this how?”

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“Woah! Hold on a second!” Sirius exclaimed in shock, “When did this happen?!”

“Back in fourth year.” Peter informed, “She seemed nice enough until you start to get serious with her. Y/n’s sharp-tongued and extremely ill-tempered.”

Sirius sniggered, “Sounds like Moony.”

“Oi!”

“Sorry!”

“So, what does this mean for Remus?” James questioned further, “It doesn’t mean anything. Just be careful. I don’t care if you date her. Means nothing to me.” Peter replied, putting his hands up in innocent.

Remus stared at Peter with curiosity swirling. How much did he truly know about Y/n? How did he manage to date her? Nonetheless, it didn’t mean anything to Remus because Moony wanted her. What Moony wants is what Moony gets. Later that evening, after prefect patrol, he padded into the library to dismiss any working students. But there were only two students inside. They sat in a secluded corner of the library. Regulus Black and Y/n L/n.

Was it envy? Was it jealousy? He didn’t have time to ponder. Y/n had her head laid on Regulus’ shoulder and both her arms wrapped around his one arm. Regulus had leaned his head on top of hers, wavy black hair intertwined with her h/c hair. Both their eyes were closed, apparent they were asleep—potion and Transfiguration books placed on top of the wooden table along with an open sketchbook.

What was he supposed to do in this situation? Wake them up? If it was just Y/n, perhaps he could’ve, but Regulus was with her, and Regulus wasn’t too fond of Remus for being friends with his older brother. Madam Pince had already left for the night, either choosing not to disturb them or didn’t notice them. Remus saw the inkpot beside the Potions book, almost empty. It was Y/n’s inkpot because the ink wasn’t black. It was a deep grape color.

Remus sighed and grabbed the ink from his bag, charming it the same color. Discretely he took hers and swapped it out with his. Leaving a piece of parchment on top. Remus left the library without another word. Waking them up was a risk he’d rather not take. But now, he laid in his bed wondering how she’d feel about the new ink on the table.

The sun began to rise, and Y/n’s body felt stiff. Carefully she began to stir awake after noticing a body beside her. Opening her eyes, everything seemed blurry, but after blinking a few times, she recognized the library books and the person's scent beside her. Regulus, her best friend. Y/n yawned and pulled away from him, about to begin packing their belongings, but she noticed a piece of parchment that lay on top of her ink.

“Noticed you were out. You can have mine.“

Y/n hummed appreciatively. She didn’t know who gave her their ink, but she was eternally grateful for them saving her a trip to Hogsmeade. Y/n poked at Regulus’ right side, and he eventually stirred awake. His curls disheveled and his body just as stiff as she was. Regulus opened his eyes and met her e/c ones.

“Did we fall asleep?” He groaned, and Y/n scoffed, “What do you think, dingus?”

“No need to be mean this early in the morning, Merlin.”

“Someone saw us last night, though.” Y/n stated, and Regulus noticeably jumped, “Who?”

She shrugged, “Not sure, but they left me a new pot of ink.”

“Lucky you.”

“Lucky me.”

Both best friends cleared their table. Y/n put her Potions books away, and Regulus put his Transfiguration books away. Y/n stared at the writing on the parchment she had received earlier that day. The handwriting was almost unrecognizable. It was messy and sprawled. Whoever this was did not have good handwriting or was in a rush. But the day carried on. In Potions, Y/n sat in the front while the Marauders sat in the back. Remus stared holes in the back of Y/n’s head.

“She’s gonna notice if you keep staring at her like that.” Sirius muttered.

Remus sighed and continued to write his notes. If he tried hard enough, he could make out her elegant purple ink from here. It always baffled him why she chose purple over traditional black - suppose it wasn’t really any of his business, but he couldn’t help but wonder. The familiar sketchbook sat on top of the desk as well; he could see doodles in the same deep purple color. Occasionally Regulus - who sat beside her - would nudge her to pay attention, gaining an annoyed groan.

Potions class always smelt weird. It was a mixture of glue, seaweed, and salt. It was also constantly humid. It brought shivers down Remus’ spine. He noticed it doing the same to the Slytherin girl at the front. Remus craved nothing more than to wrap his robe around her, but he was too late. Regulus was already doing the action, which earned him one of her jaw-dropping smiles. Unconsciously he began growling again. This time, James smacked his arm.

“Mate!”

“Sorry…”

Dinner was even worse. Y/n had yet to remove Regulus’ robes leaving him in a button-down white shirt and the usual uniform. Sirius was surprised at his younger brother's chivalry but didn’t speak much. The full moon was that night, and as dinner progressed, Remus only gained more possessive. James and Sirius gave up on trying to scold him. It was apparent Moony wanted - no - needed her. Slytherin captain be damned, Y/n was going to be Moonys.

A dry winter night. As usual, Remus walked to the Whomping Willow with his three friends following him. Tonight was normal in the sense of his friends turning into their animagus,’ but the odd thing was letting him out of the shack. The werewolf and the dog ran around the forest together. The rat and stag lagging behind, allowing the two animals to play together. But a stick-breaking brought the attention of the werewolves to the new person.

He could smell them. Hear their blood running through their veins. Their heart pounding at a standard rate. The dogs barking could be heard, trying to distract the werewolf. The scent was female, and she wasn’t scared. Instead, the girl approached with confidence sticking out her hand to the wolf. Padfoot barked loudly. Prongs backed down, looking nervous. Wormtail squeaked loudly. But she came with confidence and assurance.

Moony growled, “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” She cooed, “You’re safe with me.”

The h/c haired girl knelt on the grass, “No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Moony hesitantly put his snout in the girl's palm, making her grin. His fur was soft to the touch, and his eyes turned soft. Her smile was beautiful, and Moony nuzzled his hand into her soft palm. She chuckled and patted him more. Padfoot barked excitedly and ran to her, but the werewolf started to bare his teeth again.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m yours.”

The wolf seemed to calm down at her words allowing Padfoot to approach her. Smiling brightly, she pet both animals, “It’s okay, love.”

“My name’s Y/n. I didn’t know that there was a werewolf here.” Y/n greeted as Moony curled up beside her, his head on her thigh, Padfoot doing the same on the other side.

She caught sight of the other two animals and whistled for their attention, “C’mere.”

Prongs and Wormtail approached nervously, but Moony gave no sense of protectiveness. Y/n’s words resonated in his head over and over again, “I’m yours.” The wolf fell asleep beside her, Padfoot doing the same. Prongs approached, and Y/n patted the top of his head. Wormtail sat in front of her knee. They seemed at peace. It was the first time Moony ever felt at ease. They’d be lying if it didn’t make them happy.

Y/n stayed up all night with the animals. Despite the animals not knowing, Y/n knew that the stag, rat, and dog were animagus’. The werewolf was unknown to her. The following morning when the stag turning into James, rat into Peter, dog into Sirius. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to find out who the werewolf was. When he turned back into a human with his clothes tattered. Y/n continued to run her fingers through his hair as he slept.

“Morning, Marauders,” Y/n commented.

“You’re- you-“ James stuttered.

She laughed, “Apparently, your moony really likes me.”

“Would you mind petting me again?” Sirius teased, “Maybe.” Y/n retorted, winking.

Sirius laid down on her other thigh that Remus wasn’t laying on, smiling; she ran her fingers through their hair, “You’re a godsend, lemme tell you.”

James and Peter sat in front of Y/n, “What made you want to take a walk in the forbidden forest last night?”

“Just wanted some air.” Y/n answered.

Remus groaned and began pushing his head onto Y/n’s hand, “Morning, Remus.”

The Marauders and Y/n had never seen him jump up that fast, “What- you- I- uh-“

“Didn’t know you were a werewolf.”

“I- uh…”

“Sirius, for the love of God, get off her lap.” James interject, slapping the boy on the head playfully, “But it feels so good.” Sirius drawled.

James grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the grass. In the process, Sirius got a mouthful of dirt and grass, “You wanker.”

“Did I- erm- hurt you?” Remus questioned shyly, “Nope, I'm completely unscathed.” Y/n smiled reassuringly.

Remus turned to his friends, “Nope! Y/n saved us all.”

“Are you hurt?” Y/n inquired to Remus, who took a quick look at himself, “I- I don’t believe so….”

Sirius blew a raspberry, “Thank Merlin! Dragging you to the hospital wing is bloody exhausting.”

Silence filled the forest until Sirius smirked, “You know, mate when you were talking about Moony wanting her. I thought you were joking. Turns out you weren’t.”

“Oi!”

“Oh, Merlin…”

Y/n chuckled, “Well, Moony is rather cute if I’m honest.”

Remus’ cheeks blasted with pink, and Sirius laughed. James shook his head with a big grin, and Peter looked amused with Y/n’s confession. Without hesitation, Y/n leaned over to kiss Remus’ cheek, making him hide his face flustered. She stood up and ruffled Sirius’ hand, gently rubbing her nails across his scalp, making Sirius try to lean into her palm. They all stared at her except for Remus, who was equally embarrassed and flustered.

“If you’re looking for a fifth Marauder, I know the Slytherin common room password.” Y/n winked as she walked to the castle.

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chaos0pikachu · 2 years

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Kinn’s Family Is Rich As Fuck - Tankhun Edition

I was gonna do Kinn’s costume meta post first but @moerusai requested Tankhun so here we are!

Ok so we all know that Tankhun is a Fashion Icon in the show, I said in a joke post that his style was a combo of peak Elton John and Lady Gaga (monster era). I hold to that, partially. I think another influence in Tankhun’s fashion is Billy Porter:

What’s cool about Tankhun’s costuming is that his styling is purposeful. It’s not just a bunch of mix-matched colorful items. There’s thought and purposeful to Tankhun’s style, without being overly complicated. Like, for example, Tankhun wears a lot of sets, patterned pieces, and textures. Which gives me a lot of Randid Rahm, Francis Libiran, and The Blondes influences.

His style is flamboyant perhaps, but neither strictly what is considered masculine or feminine. He operates in a fashionable in between that resembles a lot of big couture collections.

Tell me Tankhun wouldn’t rock one of these outfits with some modifications. The cape from Randid is actually similar to the one he wore in ep02 as well.

Tankhun is supposed to look rich as fuck.

And he does! And you can see from the following pictures, his outfits work as a unit. Whether they’re a set - like in image 4 - or just complementary pieces - images 1, and 2 especially - there’s thought being put into each outfit.

What this is meant to instill to the audience is a couple things: 1) set him apart visually from his brothers Kinn and Kim, 2) showcase his wealth, 3) make him visually loud looking which enhances his personality

Tankhun is chaotic, he’s loud, and he’s very separate from the others in the estate. We know that he doesn’t leave the estate because he was kidnapped and as such as developed agoraphobia. This leaves him unfortunately very isolated, removed from much of society and other people. I believe @the-wayside had some really good meta on Tankhun and his agoraphobia.

So what way does he choose to express himself? Via clothing. His clothing is a way to express himself in an otherwise cramped world of walls, suits, and glittering objects. It’s the one form of physical self-express we’ve seen that he can employ in narrative.

Out of narrative - a Doylst view - his clothing signposts to the audience that this character is LOUD, he’s in your face, but he’s not unlikable. He’s not weird for the sake of being weird, or a punchline. Like his outfits, carefully put together and crafted, Tankhun has personality and character. He’s quite likable and his reasons for staying at the estate are understandable. It also says this character is RICH and places him visually above other characters - namely his bodyguards, Porsche etc as they are all presumably of a middle class to poor background.

I think what I want to reiterate is Tankhun’s styling is, again, very purposeful. It has influences in couture/runway-esque fashion, it speaks to his personality and his personal self-expression, and it showcases his class status.

Now, what I’m really curious about is if Tankhun’s costuming will change if his character changes in the show. His character poster was much more toned down in comparison to his in-show looks.

His shirt and pants are all monochromatic, and he lacks any major embellishments save the fur coat which breaks up the outfit with a strong textural element. It gives a POP while still feeling overall cohesive with his character. But the lack of bright eye-catching colors (as seen above) make me wonder if his character also goes through a minor transformation as the show goes along. Perhaps he gets more comfortable going outside, or being a part of the family business, or begins to recover from his trauma(s). All speculation on my part - idk if he had any major role in the novel - but I’m curious!

When I breakdown Kinn’s costuming I’ll probably talk more about class status as his wardrobe is often directly compared to Porsche’s (especially in the dock scene!! Chucks vs Loafers!!).

**disclaimer: I am not an expert in fashion, check out ModernGurlz and Mina Le on youtube for an experts breakdown of costuming, I’m just a simple puta that loves costumes and kinnporsche**

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #tankhun theerapanyakul #long post #idk what our mafia tag is lol #but behold! more costume meta!#this is how I'm entertaining myself until saturday #chaos elmo spoketh #chaos pikachu metas

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dykeza · 2 years

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His hair was like gold. He liked gold, that’s what the other boys told him, the fellow banished and orphaned and outcast sons. They all sneered at him because he was bigger and tougher and had the snout of a pig.

His golden hair and piercing, blue eyes never sneered at him. He was always smiling about something, like a good harvest or a birds nest outside his window. His shoulders twitched like there was a ghost of limbs there, like eventually they would fade into existence. He never touched his back, but he had the feeling the golden haired boy wouldn’t appreciate it.

The sun isn’t nearly as bright as his hair. The sky not nearly as blue. “I don’t like fighting, really. I know I’m good at it, but I don’t like it.”

“Is that why you hide during practice?”

“You made the choice to check the pantry when you were supposed to be outside, goldie.”

“First of all, it’s Phil. Second, I train alone.”

His ears twitched. Curious. “Why’s that?”

He shrugged and looked out to the ocean for a moment, and the wind billowed through his hair in a very picturesque way. Always, out of all of the fellow boys, he thought the golden haired one - Phil - was the easiest to look at.

The other boys were so disgusted with him their faces would scrunch up and stay that way. There was never a chance for him to like them, because looking at them made him sick. But Phil, he always smiled about something. It was easy to like him because his eyes were soft and his hair was gold and pigs like gold. The boys laughed at him for always sticking to his side.

It was easy to fade when your companion was so radiant. That’s also why he stuck close.

“‘Cause the other boys cry when I beat them. They don’t like being beat by a boy who looks like their primary school crush. Imagine getting knocked upside the head by a girl, they’d all scream and whine about it.” His fingers trace lines in the sand and he can’t help but study his hands.

“So I fight up here, against myself, so they can’t cut my hair again.” He doesn’t like the thought of his golden hair being cut, it’s too pretty. He runs his tongue over his snout - it’s dry beside the ocean - and Phil giggles.

“Wish I had it that good, I don’t like fighting them either. They call me names.”

His hair is just long enough to touch the ground and he has to stop his hooves from brushing the sand off his dead ends.

“You could train up here with me. It’d be a lot less lonely with a sparring partner.” His smile is brighter than his hair, which doesn’t seem possible.

Him, with his crooked snout and wet nose, and floppy ears and no tusks to show, up here with the sun incarnate? No, no that won’t do. He thinks Phil deserves a better sparring partner than his big, clunky self.

“But I could hurt you, I’m sure you’ve seen the other boys after they fight me.”

Phil chuffs. His hair seems to bristle and he wants to smooth it back down. “I’m not wondering if you’ll hurt me, I’m wondering if you want to train up here, beside me. In tandem, you don’t even have to get near me.” His hand is hotter than the sunbeams on his patchy, pink fur.

His hand plops away from his shoulder and he wants to grab it and put it back.

“Okay, I think I could do that.” He licks his snout again and this time Phil mimics him. It’s silly, his tongue stuck out and trying in vain to lick the tip of his nose. He giggles and Phil tries harder, still to no avail.

His hair was like gold, but also like the sun, and most of all: it was like him. Radiant. He liked radiant things, they made him feel safe. The warmth reminded him of home and his eyes reminded him of soul fire. He was born near soul fire, he thinks.

Later on, they go swimming and, for once, he thinks his smile is brighter than Phil’s hair.

#Philza #Technoblade #my writing #NOT SHIP. I will kill you.#I just can’t stop thinking about them being young immortal friends.#waighhh…. AUGHHH #emerald duo

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