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holylulusworld · 3 months

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The one that got away (2)

Summary: Your best friend breaks your heart.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, past unrequited feelings, regret, reunion

A/N: This is a little gift for @elle14-blog1 for her birthday. It’s today, so happy birthday, lovely. And, I decided to turn this story into a mini-series. 😁

Catch up here: The one that got away (1)

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The one that got away. Dean scribbled the words on his notebook over, and over again during the conference.

He didn’t hear a thing you and your assistant or the other people said. All he did was stare at you, his former best friend.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he curses under his breath. “You are rocking that conference, huh? All eyes seem to be glued to you.”

“What?” You ask as Dean seems to talk to himself. “Did you hear me? I asked if you could hand me the laser pointer.”

“What?” Just now Dean realizes you are standing right in front of him.

“The laser pointer,” you sigh and point at the laser pointer. “You are trying to write with it. It’s mine and I need it for the last part of my presentation.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought it was my pen,” he sheepishly looks at the laser pointer in his hand. Dean huffs. He’s not himself today. Not at all. Usually, he’s controlled and can keep his shit together, even if his life is falling apart once more. Not today.

“No problem,” you fake a smile. “I know you like to grab shit that doesn’t belong to you and charm your way out of it.” You give him an icy smile. “So, enjoy the rest of the conference.”

Dean hums, and watches you walk back toward your assistant. He shakes his head. If only he could shake off the feeling that he lost something more than his best friend when he let you go.

His heart beats out of his chest when you look his way. You drop your gaze and pucker your lips. A habit he learned to love.

“She’s good,” the guy next to him tries to make conversation. “No wonder she got the promotion. Smart, cute, and pretty. A pity she doesn’t go out with colleagues…or anyone else. Maybe I should ask her out one day.”

“You better not,” Dean grunts. “I heard she’s got a boyfriend.” He dips his head to glare at the man.

“Really. Crap, I’ve missed my chance. I can’t believe she found someone. Last month she was still single.”

“Well, her best friend came back into the picture and laid claim on this beautiful woman,” Dean narrows his eyes, a silent warning for your admirer. “She’s taken, buddy. You should move on to someone else.”

The conference goes on for another two hours, but you are ready to hide in your bed and sleep for hours. The adrenaline helping you through the conference and the encounter is wearing off and you are just tired and heartbroken.

“Ready to leave this place?” Dean suddenly stands behind you to look over your shoulder. “I thought we could grab a snack or have dinner tonight.”

You turn around to face the man who broke your heart years ago.

“Do you honestly believe I want to have dinner with you? We haven’t seen each other for a year. Now we are meeting again, and you want what? Rekindle? Become my friend again? What do you want, Dean?”

He sighs. “Sweetheart, I know I hurt you back then, but can we not talk? I’ve missed my best friend. Please, give me one chance. If you don’t want to see me again, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Promised?” You size Dean up. “If I don’t like what you have to say, you will let me go and never bug me again.”

“I cross my heart and swear it, Y/N,” Dean crosses his fingers behind his back. He finally met you again, and he’d be damned if he risks losing you again.

“So…” Dean looks at the food in front of him. “How have you been? Any pets? Men? New hobbies?”

“I’ve got two cats,” you smirk darkly. “And they are not a hypoallergenic breed. If you get too close to them you’ll die.”

“I won’t die,” he smirks and scoots a little closer to you. “Only sneeze a little. Sneezing can be damn sexy, sweetheart. You can help me blow my nose and all.”

You chuckle and steal a fry from his plate, earning a slap to your hand. “Hey!”

“I don’t share my food,” Dean grunts. “I mean, if we were on a date, I’d share my food.” He snickers when you steal another fry. “I was joking, Y/N.” Dean hastily says when you make a face. “You really think the worst of me, huh? I didn’t change so much. I always shared my food with you.”

“I remember our last encounter vividly, Dean,” you snap at him and hate yourself for it seconds later. “Sorry, that wasn’t fair. It’s not your fault that I was in love with you back then.”

“Back then?” He quirks a brow. “You mean, that you’re over me?” Dean shifts in his seat.

“Dean, it’s been years. Maybe I had a crush on you but—” you bite your tongue. It’s hard to think straight close to him. If you let slip that your heart still aches for him, he will break it all over again. It’s better to pretend that you don’t love him anymore.

“That wasn’t a crush,” he grabs your hand and holds it in his hands. “That was love…is love. I mean…” Dean sighs. “I don’t know how to describe it. But when I saw you today, you took my breath away.”

“Dean,” you whisper.

“No, no sweetheart. Hear me out. Back then I was a young man and a fool,” he squeezes your hand. “I know you still feel it, our connection.”

“Dean, stop.” You struggle to keep a straight face. “What’s past is past.”

“Maybe we could go somewhere else than the cafeteria to talk. Please,” Dean gives you a cracked smile. “I still know your favorite food.”

“I still know yours too,” you smirk. “Pie.” You both laugh at that. “You said something about Baby.” You dip your head. “If you offer a ride, we can have dinner together.”

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#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #spn #au!dean winchester x reader #au!dean

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magicalcelestialgem · 2 months

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The Smiling Critters Headcanons

Here are some of my personal headcanons of The Smiling Critters, cartoon version. Why I did this? Because art block.

Warning though: CatNap x DogDay ship mention

All eight of these critters have the tendency to act like their animal species or do things that only their animal species are known to do. Examples below:

DogDay can bark, he just rarely does so. But he sometimes pants like a dog, especially after a long, vigorous exercise or play. And sometimes he does the play bow when he wants to play. He mostly play bows in front of CatNap.

CatNap loves boxes, grooms himself like a cat, and will play with cat toys and laser pointers. He will knead DogDay’s belly or anything soft. And he can vocalize like a cat. Even hiss, yowl, and chatter (aka when the cat goes “ekekekekekek.”). If he does not like you, expect to get scratched.

Bobby BearHug sometimes uses trees to scratch her back. She also can climb trees with no problem!

Bubba uses his trunk when taking a bath and he sometimes trumpets.

Hoppy tends to stomp when annoyed.

Kickin can crow like a rooster, since he’s a male chicken. He crows when he is excited though or as a victory cry. He rarely clucks, but he goes “BA-GAWK” when startled/scared.

Picky squeals like a pig when she gets scared. She rarely snorts and oinks, but she does it.

Due to being a mythical equine, CraftyCorn’s ears pretty much work like the ears of a horse. The ears show her mood. Pinned back means she’s angry, annoyed, or moody. When her ears are up and moving about, she’s listening to the environment around her. Since she’s a unicorn, sometimes Crafty points her horn when she feels threatened.

CraftyCorn is shy and often draws alone. She often hides her artwork immediately someone asks what she’s drawing. She will, however, become angry when someone purposely messes up all her hard work.

PickyPiggy avoids eating chicken and pork.

Hoppy and Kickin have a friendly rivalry, especially when they’re playing sports or doing parkour.

Bubba is the nerd of the group and loves to learn new things. So much so he becomes curious a lot and asks a lot of questions.

Bobby BearHug loves hugging people, but she always asks someone first if they want a hug.

Bobby is also the love expert and is very observant once she sees that someone has a crush on another someone.

All eight of the critters can breathe their own gas like CatNap, but their gas is their respective scent. CatNap can breathe out the lavender scent instead of the poppy gas, but only when he is calm. Bobby loves to use her rose gas/scent to blow kisses.

The Critters sometimes use others’ scent as a stress reliever and not just as a way to sleep.

The critters often times get nightmares of what happens to their BBI versions.

DogDay and CatNap are best friends, but CatNap has a crush on DogDay. DogDay likes him back, but both he and CatNap are idiots. They don’t know that they both like each other. They are always coming up with excuses why they think the other doesn’t return their feelings.

All 6 other critters are aware of this and tend to tease the two when the other isn’t present.

Have any of y’all seen Barbie: The 12 Dancing Princesses? Have you seen that part where the sisters tease Genevieve for her crush on the cobbler? Yeah, imagine the Critters teasing DogDay for his crush on CatNap like that.

Since the group is 4 boys, 4 girls, the groups often have their own nights where they can hang out and chat. Boys Night and Girls Night!

(Okay. AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THAT THERE IS NO OTHER COLORS ON TUMBLR FOR ME TO MATCH THE CHARACTERS?)

#poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime #the smiling critters #smiling critters #dogday #catnap #bubba bubbaphant #kickinchicken #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #hoppy hopscotch #pickypiggy #dogday x catnap #catnap x dogday #the smiling critters headcanons #magicalcelestialgem statuses

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gallusrostromegalus · 11 months

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I'd been meaning to ask about if Hanatarou had any role in AEIWAM, because I'm an incurable minor character lover and still apparently very fond of him even though it's been upwards of a decade since my Bleach fixation. And then I see you mentioned him in a post and I am activated! I'd love to hear more about him in AEIWAM if you want to share 👀

One afternoon, Retsu Unohana noticed a strange ant crossing her desk.

It was a slow afternoon- the calm before the return of the 11th division from New Recruit Boot Camp and the annual 4th division game of "Match the limbs!" began.

She sat up and leaned in to examine the ant- the 4th division is kept PRISTINE by no small dint of effort and interlopers are Most Unwelcome. This foreign contaminant was rather puzzling, however. It appeared to be a Highly Carnivorous Izumo Island Acid-Spitting Ant, somewhat famous for not living anywhere but Izumo Island.

"What are you doing in my office?" She interrogated the Ant. She may have been engaged in some light chemical alteration to deal with the frustration of having her favorite stress-reliever out of town while he was running New Recruit Boot Camp.

The ant, being an ant, failed to respond, save to wave it's little antennae and continuing on it's search for fleshmeats to bring back to the colony.

...Return to the colony... Retsu considered, and a flash of inspiration struck. Very carefully, she extracted a small slice of hot dog from the commisary's wednesday lunch of "Beanie Weenies" and places it in the ant's path. As she had hoped, the ant located the hot dog piece by the subtle sensory method of walking into it face-first, examined it to determine it's acceptability as a food source, and then hefted the hot dog slice over it's head, and made an about-face, returning from whence it came.

Grabbing a laser pointer, Retsu followed.

Seeing the captain slowly walking up the hall, hunched over and watching something with intent was hardly the strangest thing to happen in the fourth, and being told "Move aside, I'm tracking a problem" while she drew a laser-light circle around the insect in question was downright understandable, and so she was left to stalk in peace.

Eventually, the ant disappeared under the door of a Broom closet. It was a Perfectly Ordinary Broom closet, just off the Neonatal wing, and utterly unremarkable, save for the handwritten sign on the door:

"DANGER! VENOMOUS ANIMALS! KEEP OUT!!"

The sign was illustrated with remarkably good drawings of snakes, spiders and wasps.

"Hm." Said Restu, considering the closet's proximity to the Seireitei's tiniest and most helpless infants. "Not Ideal."

Carefully, she tried the door.

It was locked, at least.

Slightly less carefully, she rattled the knob until the ancient pin-tumbler inside rattled open, and then she more carefully opened the door.

When a cobra failed to leap out and bite her in the face, she reached in and turned on the light.

Inside was a fascinating little gem of zoology. Easily Twenty terrariums had been crammed into the tiny closet, filled with meticulously cared-for venomous animals of every shape, size and persuasion. Near the door were the Izumo Island Acid-Spitting Ants, gleefully examining and disassembling the Hot dog slice, whose terrarium lid seemed to have been bumped askew by the door at some point. After watching another sentry return, she pushed the lid closed with a snap, before turning her attention to the rest of the Menagerie of Pain.

Whoever had assembled the collection had organized them by care needs- the room had a Hot and Cold side each, as well as Dark and Bright sides, and the animals that needed dry enclosures were at the top, getting progressively damper until the aquariums at the bottom. And so many splendid creatures! Klein-Bottle-Web Spiders! Barking Scorpions!

"...Is that a Sea-Cave Remipede? I didn't know those could be kept in captivity!" Retsu blinked in surprise. Minazuki emerged, fluttering as she peered into the aquariums- and down here-! Orange-cubed octopi! and good grief are those Horned Sea Snails? Brave man whoever keeps these- they have to be hand-fed and if the snail decides to dart his finger instead of the feeder fish he's a goner.

"Never mind that, he's got half the Elapid family up here-" Retsu said, standing on her toes before getting on top of the folding chair in the middle of the room. "Look at that! Morel Snakes, Farter's Sea snake, a Queen Cobra- and this tank's got Vipers- good grief where did he even GET a Lance-de-Fer?"

Look at these things, the look like little plastic toys, or candies! Minazuki chortled as the tank of brightly colored frogs. The devil is this? A ...Pitohui?

The Apparently-Venomous bird whistled at her, intrigued but not alarmed. Something in The Big Tank at the back of the closet splashed, and both Doctor and Zanpaktou turned their attention to it

"A turtle?" Retsu pondered, for the size and shape of the amphibious enclosure, but once her eyes adjusted to the tanks dim light, she and Minazuki stood there for several silent minutes, watching the strange creature paddle about, digging it's beak into the mud at the bottom of it's tank for worms, and surfacing to breathe and rake the long claws of it's webbed feet through its... fur.

..It looks fake. Minazuki finally said, bewildered. I'm watching it move and eat and swim and it looks fake, like some badly taxidermied curio meant to swindle tourists.

"-Not some strange spirit made flesh then?" Retsu said, squinting at the label in the corner of the tank. "Ornithorhynchus paradoxus- it sure is!" She laughed.

Well? What should we do about this? Minazuki waved a flipper to indicate the entire zoo. I'm not sure if we should promote their keeper for his dedication to the study of venom, or if we should fire him for putting his lab next to the neonatal ward.

"Let's see what he has to say for himself." Decided Retsu, moving the folding chair to the middle of the room, re-locking the door, turning the light off, and sitting down.

...You always were one for Dramatics. Sighed Minazuki, settling on the floor beside her and waiting, eye wide in gleeful anticipation

She did not have to wait long before there was the sound of someone running up the stairs, panting, and a carabiner of keys jingling, the door being unlocked and a small, moderately disheveled and scatterbrained-looking young man stepped in, apologizing for being late he couldn't find his boss anywhere-

"-so I had to submit the paperwork for all the research I've been doing with you guys to the drop-box which is hidden on the 7th floor next to urology for some reason but I'm here now and I've got nice juicy crickets and mice for-"

He flicked on the light to find his aforementioned boss sitting in a folding chair, waiting for him like some kind of fucked up ghost.

"-UNOHANA-TAICHO!?"

She regarded his appropriately terrified visage for a moment. "...Yamada, right?"

The young man nodded mutely, still frozen like a better-taxidermied-than-whatever-the-thing-behind-her-was rabbit. "Y- Yes Ma'am. Um. Captain. I'm Hanataro Yamada. Sir."

"...I'll take a cricket, but after you explain what the hell this is." She decided.

"Oh!" he yelped, startled to still be alive. "Well- uh- I actually just submitted the paperwork for the research permissions for this upstairs but the thing is, see, venom is, well, are- they're all terribly biologically active substances, and I was reading your research paper you submitted for your seated officer's proposal about toxic plants and the medicines that could be derived from them because so many medicines are really just poisons, dosed between "fatal to the problem" and "fatal to the patient", and um- well I thought, that's got to be doubly true of venomous animals because venom is meant to cause profound chemical reactions in other animals, so I figured if I could extract, analyze and isolate specific compounds, that there's a lot of new potential drugs and cures lurking in these creature like, um- oh, uh, the Vipers up there kill their prey primarily through the use of fast-acting anticoagulants, which have potential applications in heart disease cures, but the Klein-Bottle-Web spiders work with fast-acting coagulants, produced in the same glands as their silk, so I was hoping to develop bandages that can stop bleeding on a chemical level as well. And- oh! these Sea-cave Remipedes can cause intense hallucinations, which is not ideal when you're scuba-diving in a cave to find them but in smaller doses, it looks like the compounds they produce act as anti-psychotics, and um- oh yeah, the little butter frogs- the yellow ones- yeah, the venom they excrete has got a ton of really interesting anti-inflammatory properties and the bird up there excretes a mild neuroinhibitor and the Platypus- It's an extremely primitive mammal, even moreso than marsupials, and the males- that one is Billy, for Billabong- um, bad pun, don't worry about it-um, it's got these venomous spurs on his hind legs that produce a venom that is a Neuro-enhancer, of all things, as well as a host of anti-microbial compounds that STING if he gets a kick in, but apparently they really only produce them during mating season so I may have to get him a sheila- that's what the guide said the females were called- and. Um. Yeah. That's. Well, I was hoping to get a research grant so I could keep them somewhere a little more secure. and. not right next to the neonatal ward." he sputtered.

Retsu watched him blankly for a second, then held out her hand, expectant.

Yamada looked down at her hand, confused, then, remembering their earlier conversation, cautiously opened up the plastic tub he was clutching and delicately placed a single cricket in her open palm.

Without hesitation, she popped it in her mouth, the crunching audible in the awkward silence of the room as she made up her mind.

"Seventh-Seat Maomao is retiring later this year, and I will need a new Toxicologist." She declared. "If you've been hand-feeding the horned snails, you're brave enough for the job, and if you've figured out a different method, you're smart enough for it. I want all of this packed up and in level 4 Secure onditions by morning, Doctor Yamada." she nodded.

"Th- thank you taicho!" he yelped, Billy The Platypus splashing excitedly. "I look forward to your work, Hanataro." She smiled, and the boy very nearly fainted.

#aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfiction #Retsu Unohana #yamada hanataro

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kiiboslostahoge · 6 days

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A Tech-Demon's Weakness

Summary: Vox is much more angry than usual now that Alastor's back, and it's causing issues with the WiFi. Velvette makes Valentino calm him down, and the man decides to have some fun in the process.

Notes: These guys are supposed to be the most evil mfs even compared to the other overlords, why tf was their scene in the finale so cuteee agghh,😭😭😭, approx 1.5k words

Valentino had a problem. A large problem, in fact. One that he never usually had.

Vox. Vox was too angry to do his fucking job. It made no sense - Vox was supposed to help calm him down, not the other way around!

"That bitch keeps ruining my connection, Val! Some employee lost a day's worth of editing because it couldn't save!" Velvette had said before shooing him off. "Go calm him down so he stops making everything buffer! At this rate, we'll have another blackout."

Couldn't she do that herself? Valentino wasn't meant for these sorts of affairs! If only Vox was here to calm him down - he always did such a good job with that.

Wait. Vox couldn't calm him down, Vox was the one who needed calming! God, why was Vox so angry? The Alastor thing was cute to watch, but not when it ruined their Internet speed.

"Ugh, but I wanted to-"

"Shoo," Velvette said. "Do your job."

Velvette wasn't sympathizing at all, not like Vox did! Valentino was going to get back at that flat-faced man for causing him such a headache.

From Vox's lair, he could faintly hear swear-filled shrieks.

God, this was going to be such a pain. Valentino almost wanted to make Velvette do it but instead, but she'd just yell at him to calm down, and knowing how blindly rageful Vox was right now - that statement would only make him more angry, and the WiFi would only get even worse. Valentino didn't think he could handle the WiFi getting worse than it already was.

No. Calming Vox down would be easy, he knew it. He'd just need to resort to- Unconventional means.

What were the means in question? Valentino would decide that when he got there. He had a small mental list, though.

He sauntered downstairs, where Vox was hissing, furiously eyeing the screen, tracking Alastor like a cat would a laser pointer.

"That old-timey fucker doesn't know shit about this fucking-"

At some point, it had begun to seem like Vox was swearing for the sake of it. The action made sense, though. He had quite some anger to get out, and swear words were an excellent method of expelling anger.

"Vox," he crooned, because he was going to have fun with this. Unlike some demons who happened to have a flat face, a hatred for radio, and hypnosis powers, he wasn't an uptight little bitch.

"What is it?" The reply came instantly. "I'm busy."

And though that was ordinarily true, right now, Vox seemed like a typical chronically-online easily-trolled loser rather than the CEO who had almost all of the Prie Ring under his thumb.

"Relax a little, would you?" Valentino said, pinching at where Vox's cheek would've been were he not a TV screen and earning himself a slap of the wrist. "I hear you're getting a bit worked up over the radio demon."

"Of course I am! He's a-"

Before Vox could introduce anymore colorful swears that even he'd likely never head of, Valentino poked him in the stomach pointedly.

"Ah-ah," he said, unable to be anything other than endlessly amused by this. "You have to calm down, Vox! Can't you see you're acting irrational right now? Why, Alastor could never-"

He was cut off by Vox's static-filled rage.

"Oh, don't even start!" Vox said, but before he could continue his rant, as Valentino's hand accidentally grazed the back of his screen, he let out a static-filled yelp.

Valentino couldn't help but grin. Right. That was one of the best ways to force Vox to calm down.

The thing about the tech demon was that he was ridiculously, mortifyingly ticklish. And with that ticklishness came mortification. Emotional and physical sensitivity? There was nothing more exploitable than that.

"I almost forgot, darling! How could you possibly have let that happen?" He said, and though his statement had little elaboration, Vox knew what he meant.

A gulp was heard.

"V-Val, don't you fucking dare."

Really, though, how could Valentino possibly have forgotten about this? Vox's reactions were much too amusing, and Valentino hadn't even touched him yet! He'd have to do this more often.

"What should I refrain from doing?" He asked, savoring moment of this. A poke to Vox's side, followed by a velp. "This?"

"Prick," Vox said, looking away.

There was really no point to being insulting, was there, now? But this was an opportunity for Valentino.

"I'm hurt!" He said, feigning a pout. "You're so mean to me."

Vox grit his teeth at that, but before he could retort with whatever string of insults he had in mind, Valentino took the chance to dig his fingers into Vox's neck.

Already, Vox was struggling to hold in his laughter."

"I- haah- f-fucking-"

And then, Valentino reached his antenna.

"H-Hahahate you! Gah, fuhuck!" Vox squirmed futilely, namely, it was futile he wasn't actually moving away. Valentino hadn't bothered to hold him down, because for some reason, Vox never did manage to actually pull himself together and actively attempt to leave.

"Aww," he crooned, not bothering to give Vox a break. "Is big bad Vox so ticklish he can't help but lose his mind at the slightest touch? You know, I wonder what Alastor would think if he saw you now!"

Any hope of Alastor taking him remotely seriously would be crushed at that moment. Vox pouted, and at that moment, Valentino couldn't help but wonder.why he found a literal Flat screen television's pouting so adorable.

"Shuhut u-up!" He laughed, more giggled like a child, and it was, in all frankness, quite difficult to take him seriously. "L-Lehet me go, or I swear, I'll-"

Valentino prodded at a small wire end sticking out, and Vox's laughter devolved into pure static.

"There we go," he said.

After a while, Valentino finally had his fill, letting Vox go. Now, it was time to get his work out of the way and-

Wait, what was he here to do again? He'd forgotten.

Nevertheless, he was faced with a huffy, pouty Vox. What could be better?

"Come on, darling!" He said, placing a condescending hand on Vox's back, patting him as if he were a child. Because really, that was exactly what Vox was acting like right now. "Did you really loathe it that much? It isn't my fault, you know how I am. I just had to exploit your complete and utter inability to move away properly."

"Don't bring that up again," Vox said, voice low, almost a growl.

Valentino just tilted his head in amusement.

"What? Your utter inability to escape my clutches? I couldn't possibly do that!" He said. "It was much too amusing. You, completely able to leave at any moment, and yet you couldn't even muster up the brainpower to recognize your obvious escape! Honestly, if I didn't know much better, I'd even believe you were enjoying it!"

Vox slammed a fist on the table, eyes wide with embarrassment.

"S-Stop talking, prick!" He said, and the dots quickly connected in Valentino's head.

Oh. That was what was going on.

"You liked it, then?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. It was just funny watching Vox squirm.

"No I don't," Vox said, attempting to regain his typical demeanor - and succeeding, though Valentino knew him too well not to notice the shakiness of his voice. "I'm not even ticklish. Really-"

His right eye spiraled, and for a second, Valentino felt his thoughts cloud.

"Don't you trust me on that, Val?"

Vox's hypnosis wouldn't work that easily. Valentino quickly put an end to that by reaching for the loose wire, completely breaking Vox's concentration.

"G-Gah! You-"

"I should tell Velvette," Valentino said with a chuckle, because he knew how fearsome the thought of anyone knowing Vox's newfound secret would be, especially someone with as much of a penchant for blackmail as Velvette.

"D-Don't," Vox said. "Please."

Vox used the word 'please'? Miracles, it seemed, were not to miraculous after all.

Nevertheless, the mention of Velvette reminded Valentino that he, sadly, had things to do other than mess with Vox. Like get his WiFi back up to task.

"I won't," Valentino said. "If you stop watching the princess's hotel all the time."

Vox's eyes widened.

"And stop watching for that fucking Radio Demon? I don't really know why you think I'd ever do that."

"Then I suppose I'll just tell Velvette-"

"No, wait! Deal," Vox said, eyes filled with panic. Valentino smirked, drawing up the contract.

"Sign here, darling!" He said, and Vox hastily scrawled his signature onto the contract. Those things were good for more than getting souls.

"Fuck you," Vox said. Feisty once again, it seemed. Though he'd likely calm down shortly after. Hopefully with that, swear words would regain meaning to Valentino. It didn't feel ad gratifying to use them anymore - Vox had been using them so often they'd begin to feel like ordinary words.

Valentino just stayed silent, feeling his face stretch into a grin. He could vaguely make out Vox shooting him a concerned look.

Whatever. He'd discovered a new weakness of his dearest Vox's. And oh God, he was going to have so much fun with it.

#hazbin hotel tickling #lee!vox #ticklish!vox #ler!valentino

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wildpeachfarm · 1 month

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Fighting literally every urge to try and go to Twitter and start calling every cc untrustworthy for either lying about knowing Dteam's always been "eViL" behind the scenes or lying to us for over a year about them being good people while "knowing" otherwise. Which I don't believe for a goddamned minute but would love to make twitts question their fave shipjumping rat ccs.

Also the urge to reply to everything Ainsley says with "yeah, whatever, so how's Beau doing? :)"

It would be so easy to just pick and poke and scratch until driving the bird app into a total frenzy. The urge to stir shit vs not touching the hellish bird apps cityscape with so much as a laser pointer, FIGHT!

The CCs who have been dangling this "oh you dont know them behind the scenes" have only shown throughout this whole thing that they don't know shit and just wanted to boost their clout. Because if they DID know and kept it a secret? They'd never admit it because it would make them look bad.

They are misdirecting negative attention away from themselves and back onto dteam because if people had their focus on them for too long everyone would realize that they themselves have brushed aside SA cases within their very own friend group (this is for the uk gang).

And for people like hannah who made vague-ass statements about people not being genuine in their support for victims: she knows absolutely nothing. You know how I know that? Because she unfollowed sylvee at the drop of a hat without communicating to her, she jumped the gun and then deleted her impulsive tweets about the situation, she unfollowed all of dteam THE DAY OF and now last night we just got confirmation from george that no one has privately reached out to him to figure out what actually happened, and she was completely blindsided by this entire event so she COULDN'T have known about anything behind the scenes.

I am so sick of CCs manipulating the mcyt fanbase with vague statements because they know everyone will panic. Because thats exactly what they want.

#ask #anon #anti drummyache tag

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Hey muffin. A lot of people tend to write the sisters as Cat like. With the purring and tendencies. I know you've mentioned it before. Along those lines how do you think they would react, if at all, to a laser pointer? I saw an image of this somewhere and was wondering what you thought.

Absolutely! HC them as cats is funny

*I need this meme of Alcina throwing the canon table*

(Post mentioned about purring and cat tendencies : here)

Let’s get into it! :)

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Bela

She sees the red laser dot immediately, and immediately her head turns in its direction

You see her study it, almost. Maybe, to deem if it’s worth her time

Bela is the type to attempt to play it cool, really

Yes, she has this urge to catch it, but doesn’t want to make it obvious

As the laser pointer dot is moved to her bed, she will, slowly and elegantly, move over to sit on it

If it’s moved to a wall, she will get up and stand next to it, but not pay the dot any mind at all

In fact, she will do her best to seem uninterested in the shiny thing

And it does appear to others like she isn’t interested at all, until…

SLAP

Her hand slaps over the dot, with her sharp nails out and digging into the wall

Of course, she dislikes this feeling

She jumps and swarms, higher than you’ve ever seen, and pulls her nails back out, just to immediately tackle and cover the dot again

When you move it, she lifts her hand, confused how her prey got away

She keeps following the dot, and tries to slap her slap over it again, slow, steady movements

Bela has a bit of a fragile ego at times

Allow her to catch the dot and only continue a while after, or she will deem it as

“Stupid, below her, not worth it anyway” and ignore it entirely while she pouts

You might want to be careful, too

Bela- she has her eyes on the dot, yes. However…

She will figure out where it’s coming from

Cassandra

A toy? A toy!

She is already chasing after it the second the sees it

Doesn’t matter what is in the way, either

Chairs? She’ll knock them over trying to catch the stupid little, glowy dot

Tables? She flings herself across them

Curtains are pulled down and walls are scratched

Vases are shattered and decoration flies about the place when Cassandra mindlessly jumps into them

Cassandra already likes glowing things. This is the best, though

Cassandra, despite not as much as her younger sister, can be very energetic at times

And very stubborn

She won’t rest until she has the damn dot

When she clasps her hands over it and it disappears, she tilts her head in confusion

She isn’t quite sure what the laser pointer is or does, but knows she wants that dot

She runs into walls and slips on the floor, but keeps chasing the damn dot

You’ll need to move it fast, and everywhere

Cassandra wants this challenge

She attempts to bite the air to catch it, to no avail

Only once has the laser pointer almost been taken from you

When you played as usual and kept aiming it, and spotted Bela sitting in the corner, reading her book

You aren’t sure why you couldn’t help but aim the enticing red dot right at her forehead

Of course, Cassandra tackled her sister to get the dot

With her sister holding her up by the collar of her dress and Cassandra hanging unusually calmly- merely pouting- the laser pointer was snatched from you

Cassandra claims she’s killed the dot

Daniela

Ah, Daniela. It seems, she has endless energy

Luckily, this is a good way of letting most of it, if not all, out

Daniela immediately chases after the dot

Immediately. Its attack on sight

Like her sister, she doesn’t care what she knocks over or destroys in the process

She’s having her fun, and Alcina could never be angry with her anyway! At least never for long

Daniela can be occupied for hours, merely to chase the little dot

She loves when it’s high in the air and she needs to jump and swarm to get it

Unlike her sisters, she attempts to bite it rather than catch it with her hands, most of the time

When she does so and the dot disappears, as her head covers it, she immediately whines

She doesn’t know, it’s now merely at the back of her head because she’s covering it

When she turns around and crosses her eyes upon finding the dot on the tip of her nose, you aren’t fast enough to react

With her hands slapping against her own nose, you only hear a whine and a long, drawn out “Ouwwwwww!”

You are demanded to kiss it better

After this, the hunt goes on

It keeps going for hours and hours, with Daniela laughing and giggling nearly constantly, bouncing about the room like a little ball trying to catch the laser pointer dot

When you notice her energy slowly drain, you move the laser pointer less drastically

With a bite into the air again, you turn it off. Daniela is sure, she’s caught it, and makes a comment about it tasting like a mouse

At last, she flops down on top of you, snuggling and dozing off, demanding head scratches and plenty of kisses for her job well done

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #weird anon

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just-some-trans-nobody · 8 months

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Showing your Yautja your hyperfixation collecton

Yautja x Reader (gender neutral prounons)

I feel like almost everyone on tumblr has a hyperfixation collecton of some sort lol. Heres your Yautja mate reacting to you showing them it. Just some slice of life fluff!

If you have any certain hyperfixation collection you want to see comment it and I'll absolutely make a part 2.

Warnings: mentions of bones and animal pelts, taxidermy, very slight meantions of nsfw no details at all

Minors do not interact!

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Male Yautja

Your showing him your collection of bones? Oh my what a mighty hunter you are tiny ooman getting all of these bones. He knows what each bone is even if you don't but he doesn't say anything about it. If you think a bone is something it's not he won't correct you, he thinks it's adorable. It doesn't matter how you got the bones, you could have found them on a walk or even bought them, he'll keep calling you tiny hunter. If you give him any bone from your collection instant purring. It's going right next to his biggest skull it takes first place as his favorite trophy.

Your collection isn't bones but small little trinkets? He loves it all the same. He'll lightly chitter as he looks at all the bits and bobs you have. You definitely have things he's never seen before. At first you won't notice but slowly your collection is growing with things you don't remember finding until you catch him adding little trinkets to your collection slowly. He'll deny his actions at first but then he'll start asking you if you liked his little gifts. From then on he gives you the little gifts in person, he wants to see your face when he gives you them, that and he's hoping for praise but he won't admit that.

Your collecting stuffed animals? Why? You can just cuddle him. Is he not enough? He's very jealous of your stuffed animals at first, going so far to flare his mandibles in a aggressive manner at your stuffed animals. He keeps this up until one day after coming back home from a busy day you find him laying on top of all your stuffed animals purring loudly. They smell like you and are so squishy he now understands why you love them so much. He starts buying you more and once they smell like you he'll take one or several of them to keep on his ship to cuddle when he's away. Your only getting them back when they lose your scent, then he'll trade you for more of them! He'll get so excited when he finds rare stuffed animals and races to your home to give it to you. Do you like his new trophy that he "hunted" for you? Please tell him you love it and give him some kisses he'll be purring up a storm!

Female Yautja

Oh so you collect pens? How intresting ooman show her more. Ooman language is so strange a swiggly to her, cursive looks like art to her and will gladly watch you write in cursive. She watchs your pen move like a cat watching a laser pointer. It doesn't matter what pen you collect she's fasinated by them all. Could be fountain pens, pens that have fluffy balls at the end of them, regular gel pens, pens that don't look like pens. If you have a pen that looks like a sword or axe that's her favorite, she won't tell you but she'll chitter and pur more when she sees you using that one than when you use the other ones. Whenever she's at the market she'll always check to see if anyone has pens or ink she can get you. You don't have to ask she'll automatically get them for you. She likes spoiling her little mate let her do this.

You collect pelts? Now your speaking her language! She'll fixation dump on you too about pelts. Get ready for snuggles in piles on piles of pelts while she tells you how she got every single one of them. If you don't yet live together she'll give you some of her pelts, please please give her some of your pelts she'll be in love. Bonus points if your the one you tanned the pelt. If you do live together your pelt collections are being combined. Swapping pelt care tips are a must of course she loves talking about pelts and listening to you talk about them. If she ever comes home to find you drapped in only her pelts her heart is racing, don't expect to sleep that night.

If you collect odd taxidermy she get's a little confused. Now we're not talking about a stuffed bird were talking frogs taxidermed in the position of them fencing each other, squirls wearing top hats and suits with canes, mice in Christmas clothes, really weird taxidermy. She understands having bones and pelts but this is odd. She's not judging of course but it is odd, just like her odd little ooman.l whom she loves dearly. Every time you show her something new you got she just loves seeing the look of pure joy on your face as you talk about it or how you found it. Just seeing how happy it makes you makes her happy. She will start gifting you odd taxidermy too, she either finds them at different markets or makes you more herself. Theres a lot of reference piece's she can take inspiration from, it's clear which ones you like the most and so she will try to make similar ones to it with animals she hunts herself.

You collect buttons? How strange, why? She's confused by it but wont question it you always seem to amaze her with your different hobbies and interests. Will sit with you on her lap while you show her each and every button you have and any stories connected to it. If you have names for some or even all of the buttons she will remeber them and if you always refer to the buttons by their names she will too. She'll always be supportive of your collection. If she sees a button she thinks you might like she'll take it, even if it belongs to someone else. She'll by it if it's at a market or shop of course she has standers but she thinks nothing of it taking a button from weaker beings. Yonk hers now. Will give it to you with a proud smile wanting praise for finding it for you. Absolutely will pur when you do give her praise. Ask her to name one of the buttons? She would be honored. If you sow one of your favorite buttons to one of her articles of clothing she would cherish it forever. Anyone who says anything bad about the button has their head ripped off and kicked like a soccer ball of a cliff. That's her oomans favorite button how dare you! She likes the clinky sounds some of the button's make, please clink them for her she stop whatever she's foing just to listen to them. Her favorite button is a teddy bear with a little blue bow tie. She won't tell you that but it's always the one she picks up and twirls around in her fingers when she lays around the house.

#monster stories #monster boyfriend #alien fucker #yautja #yautja x human #monster fucker #yautja male #yautja x female reader #yautja female #yautja x reader #yautja x male human #yautja x you #yautja slice of life #slice of life with a big strong alien #alien lover #alien writing #monster girlfriend #monster slice of life

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kitkatopinions · 8 months

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I think we're never going to be able to actually see good arguments against rwde criticism posts until people start treating RWBY like a fictional story entirely created by and written by flawed human people and not like a documentary of things that actually happened with real people who actually exist. And I know if I get any response from this from people who hate rwde, there'll be some like 'omg I can't believe they think we think cartoon characters are real' but that's not what I said. I said some people are out here acting like they're real in their arguments.

This shows up in two ways.

Number One: Acting like the characters or events in RWBY are real and had to happen, like the RWBY writers are just dutifully recounting what really happened instead of creating everything and making all the choices for everything that will be in the story (obviously with no input from the fictional characters)

Arguments like "of course the RWBY writers portrayed the White Fang as a terrorist group full of criminals, the White Fang IS a terrorist group full of criminals." The White Fang doesn't exist in real life, every single fucking thing about the White Fang was chosen by writers who then purposefully wrote it into their story, so they could've just not written the White Fang to be that way, and then the White Fang wouldn't have been that way. When people are talking about whether or not the writers should've written the White Fang the way they did, nobody should be saying "but that's how the White Fang was." (Btw I have quite literally seen this happen.) Arguments like "Blake chose Yang, shipping her with other people and wishing she was with someone else is disrespecting her choice in the matter." Blake is fictional, she can't control her own actions because she isn't a real person. A group of (majority men) have decided everything she does, and someone not liking the relationship the writers chose to go with isn't 'disrespecting a character's choice' because she has no volition, she's a puppet. If someone is saying "I personally just don't like the ship between Blake and Yang and like this other ship instead" nobody should be saying "That's hurting Blake." (I have also quite literally seen this happen.) Arguments like "Blake doesn't mind when her friends do things like lead her around with laser pointers, talk about how cute her "kitty ears" are, or anything else, so since she's okay with it, we should be too." Again, Blake is fictional, she's only 'okay with it' because the writers write her to not say anything (outside of that one time she yelled at Weiss for being bigoted which is something Weiss never apologized for.) If someone is saying that there's a problem with the writers making members of Team RWBY commit microaggressions towards Blake with next to no consequences, nobody should be saying "but Blake never said she had a problem with It." (I've also seen this happen.) Arguments like "Penny had to become a flesh human, didn't you see that there was no other way" and "No one else but Jaune could've been there with Penny when she died" and "Jaune had to kill Penny," and "Penny made that choice for herself and it's what she wanted" in response to complaints about Penny's eventual end. Every single choice made that turned Penny into a human corpse at the end of season 8 was purposefully crafted and written to be that way by human writers who decided that Penny had to get hacked, and decided that she had to turn human, and decided that Jaune had to be there, and decided that Penny 'couldn't be healed' and would ask Jaune to kill her. If somebody is complaining about what the writers did and the choices the WRITERS made, it's really disingenuous to be like "But what could Jaune have done differently?" "But how can you say you didn't want Penny to become flesh when she would've died if she didn't?" "But of course Jaune was the one with Penny when she died, Ruby had already fallen into the void! What do you want her to have done, just teleported back? Heheheh." STOP IT, the events that happened in RWBY were all chosen by writers, none of what happened in RWBY had to happen! (Again, I've literally seen people do this.) Honestly, I could go on with this section, but everyone probably gets the point.

Number Two: Acting like the entire show (and its side content) has always existed as is and that anyone who didn't see the whole picture all at once is just like an idiot or something. This one is a little harder to explain than the above, but I will do my best with examples of what I mean.

Person A: "You know, back in the first two seasons of RWBY, it seemed like they were setting up a clash of ideals between Blake and Adam, and even though I don't trust that it would've been done well, it would've been really interesting to see Adam's early displayed care towards the Faunus actually carried through the rest of the show." Person B: "Don't you even watch the show? Adam never cared about the Faunus cause, he just was using it for power and to hurt Blake! All of this was clear in volume five and six." Just because something happened in later volumes doesn't mean it was always going to happen or that it should've happened, or that it was inevitable. People saying "Adam once acted (insert character trait here) and I wish they'd kept with that" doesn't warrant a "well clearly he was just pretending because we know from (insert later volume here) that he never believed that." It's very possible that the writers once wrote Adam with a different idea in mind than they wound up writing for him later. And even if they didn't and they always only had one thing in mind for Adam, that doesn't mean that people are wrong to say that it didn't come across that way.

Person A: "They're putting so much emphasis on Summer and I don't like it because she hasn't been treated like she was important for like the first five seasons. If they wanted her to matter to me, they should've set more groundwork into establishing her importance." Person B: "Summer is important, clearly, don't you see how much she means to Ruby? Like tell me you don't watch the show without telling me. What's this 'Summer isn't important' thing, she's literally a huge part of Ruby's character, did you never watch volume nine?" Volume nine didn't exist before this year! Saying that Summer is unimportant to me because she was super unimportant for literally more than five years and then barely important for like two seasons after, saying 'but then she did become important' doesn't... Make any sense with the conversation!

Person A: "RWBY's queer representation has been pretty lackluster in general. There are very few queer characters and for the majority of a decade, there were no canon confirmed queer main characters when there could've been the whole time." Person B: "Blake and Yang were literally queer the entire time lol, just because they didn't kiss until volume 9 doesn't mean they weren't queer, you can be queer without being in a relationship." As a bisexual woman, I know this. However, Blake and Yang are not REAL. They weren't written to be canon confirmed as queer until they became canon confirmed as queer because the writers WROTE them to be and chose when to do that. Saying 'there were no canon queer main characters in rwby for eight seasons and like ten whole years is just true. Person A: "At the end of volume seven, it was established that they didn't have the resources to launch the communications tower. This was then retconned in volume eight where the writers made it so that they could launch the communications tower, but Ironwood just wouldn't." Person B: "Umm, clearly Ironwood was just lying about the communications tower. It's not a retcon lol, the tower literally launches in volume eight, so obviously it could." The writers wrote one thing to be treated as completely true in one volume, and then the writers wrote that it wasn't true in the next season. This was the writers changing things around. The 'communications tower' doesn't exist, so it wasn't 'always ready to launch' and Ironwood in volume seven could very well not have been lying because Ironwood isn't real and he only *does* what the writers make him do. So while in the complete rwby canon Ironwood was lying because that's the story the writers eventually wrote..... While we're discussing the writing and flaws in the writing what Ironwood *wanted* and *meant* and *kept secret* doesn't have a place in the conversation.

Basically, a bunch of people like to act like everything that exists for rwby now has always existed for rwby and that talking about what it could've or should've been or was in the early seasons needs to fit with what's currently being made. People can't talk about the choices the writers made involved in changes to characters like Ironwood, Blake, Adam, Winter, etc because other people treat rwby like all of it has always been and everything that happens is how it always was.

In conclusion:

When some people argue with rwde posters, they act like (again, not that they really believe, they just act like) the writers are entirely inconsequential, that RWBY is and was always inevitably the way it is now. Some people argue like the characters are real and have real opinions and choose things for themselves. They act like RWBY is like, gifted to the writers by divine knowledge of events in other worlds and the writers are just dutifully recounting it to us as it happened. They argue like the writers are more like Lemony Snicket the character bound to the fate of narrating the unfortunate events that already befell the Baudelaire Orphans, rather than Daniel Handler the real life person writing children's novels.

If people want to argue with rwde posters about whether or not the writing in rwby can be criticized, they shouldn't do it this way. It's very frustrating to try to have a conversation about writing when people are coming at it acting like fictional characters can get their fictional feelings hurt when mean old me doesn't understand that the fictional circumstances had to happen for some reason or always were as if we're in a wibbly wobbly timey wimey situation. XD

#rwde #long post #this is the post that burgers just posted about

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safetycar-restart · 4 months

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(Thank you for answering my little!arthur ask ❤️)

My next brain rot is cat!max.

We’ve spoken a lot about how his relationship with his domme is an act of repairing the rough relationship he had/s with his Dad. So, I’ve been thinking of playing with cat!max using toys. Essentially just allowing him to be a playful kitten, which he couldn’t do when he was younger.

Something tells me that when he becomes comfortable he can be excitable. I think that either chasing a laser or playing with a ball is one his favourite because then he can play with his domme(/owner?) at the same time.

Like, the image of playing with Max using the laser is so sweet to me because he knows that his domme won’t judge him for trying to catch it and maybe his domme secretly makes it easy occasionally to that she/he/they can reward him? Or, dangling a feather in front of him whilst he’s in our lap?

The whole idea of letting Maxie do everything he couldn’t do it so lovely to me

-🎞️

The last line of this ask really sums it up for me. That's everything I love about cat!max in the D/S AU. And this whole idea is so so cute.

Firstly, I almost thing you'd need to teach max how to play with cat toys? Which might sound odd, but it's because he's spent so much time trying to avoid those toys and trying to resist the desire to play with them that when you actually get him some... he has no idea what to do with them?

Like you buy him a scratching post and he literally just stares at it. He knows it's something for him, knows it's a toy for cat hybrids, but he has no idea what to do. You have to tell him that he can scratch it with his nails and it feels nice and fun before he does it, and even then he's so shy about it.

In fact maybe you make an excuse to leave the room, like to go check on dinner or something, just to give Max some time without feeling like someone is watching him. You return a few minutes later to find max using the scratching post happily, dragging his nails across it and purring lightly.

He falters when you walk in, but you only smile at him and take a seat on the couch, acting like this is completely normal so that max can feel relaxed. It works and soon max is back to using his scratching post.

Max absolutely adores it, and then when you start to buy more toys, the process continues.

I just LOVE the idea that he becomes excitable as he gets more and more comfortable? Max is a pretty chilled, reserved person but he really becomes energetic and excited when he's around people he's comfortable with (it's worth noting he is always extremely reserved around his father).

When you buy him a laser pointer, he is both nervous and confused, mostly because he knows there's no point to this game. There's no ball to catch or anything. This is literally just him trying to catch something he will never really catch. You'd be entertaining him with absolutely no objective. It's the exact type of game that his dad would never let him play.

But you encourage him, promising him that you would enjoy doing it and then you can stop after a few minutes if he doesn't like it. So, reluctantly, he agrees.

And oh my god he LOVES the laser pointer.

At first he's reserved, just barely trying to touch the laser on the floor, but then you start moving is quicker and encouraging him and oh my god he has a great time. Very quickly he's throwing himself to try and catch the laser.

And yeah I love the idea that you make it easy for him to catch sometimes. You never tell him this, and it's so so worth it because he gets so happy every time he catches it.

He always turns to you, cheering and going "Did you see that? I caught it! Did you see that???" and he's so excited, purring a little and asking you to put the laser pointer on again.

And the feather???? While he's on your lap???

Max thinks he's died and gone to heaven the day he wakes from a nap on your lap and you're dangling a feather in front of hm. He goes to get it and you move it out of his reach.

This turns into an absolutely adorable game where max is laying on his back with his head on your lap and you're dangling the feather above him. He tries to catch it without getting up, and of course he's still half asleep and purring so loud your legs are getting a massage and it's just... it's everything.

Also, imagine max's mother and sister coming to visit and discovering how much more accepting he is of his cat hybrid nature now??

#hybrid!au #cat!max #mv #soft soft vibes #gn!reader #🎞

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ms-scarletwings · 3 months

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We gotta start accurately calling Sly Cooper a low fantasy universe at some point. It’s retrospectively wild how much supernatural shit is going on in front of your face that you don’t think about because it’s like… nothing to the characters that it’s happening to. People who have never played Sly Cooper have no clue how nonchalantly it grinds this rail between just “real world noire but furries” and straight up DC superpowers stuff.

• The surprising amount of undead, in hindsight

Black magic is just, you know, a thing…. and outside of when it’s the weapon of choice of the villain of the week, it’s not even really brought up. Tsao was building an army of honest to god vampires and Mz.Ruby has been fraternizing with homemade ghouls since she was a child. A second-game side quest involves descetrating a tomb, kidnapping a bunch of restless ghosts, and then unleashing them on the cops for a good prank. For Pete’s sake, Clockwerk, biggest bad of the franchise, is basically an eldritch machine possessed by the vengeful spirit of someone who became too petty and angry to die.

• There are people born with innate superpowers

So, there is no debate going on with the deal about Cooper abilities and this point, right? Sure, the Theivious Raccoonus has a lot of good pointers any thief worth their salt could gain from, but I don’t think it’s a stretch to say somethings along the lines of gliding down lasers or turning invisible on command are a bit out of most readers’ capabilities. The 1st game’s humor in explaining off gameplay mechanics as in-universe phenomena had the unintended consequence of establishing that the Cooper clan members literally have a criminally inclined sort of spidey sense- literally hallucinating glowing auras and blue sparkles around anything both valuable and not nailed down. I think I also awkward appreciated the parallel to be spotted between the Cooper honer code and the self imposed limitations other media supers live by. That idea of “you have the gift of amazing power and you will choose to use it responsibly”, all the better here for the ways in which the clan’s premise subverts classic hero/villain dynamics.

• Ancient techniques of sorcery

run right alongside conventional weaponry

Some supers are born in this world, a lot of them are made. As if anyone with the time to practice and learn can just pick it up like karate. Religion has to be crazy in Sly Cooper considering there’s entire spiritualisms given demonstrable and epic power in what their followers are capable of. Murray literally can do some degree of magic from the third game and onward and there’s no telling what else he learned over the course of his Dreamtime training. Anyone with the wits and resources of the Contessa can figure out how to toy around with freaking mind controlling dark arts. Don’t get me started again on the whole “army of undead” thing which gets even weirder by the implication that the world does nothing to regulate these kind of abilities UP AND UNTIL the user starts to roleplay a cocky little warlord with their zombie friends. And Flame Fu is right there. A lot of what the panda king can do is closer to Bentley’s realm- very complicated and meticulous works of pyrotechnics, but Flame Fu is a whole something else that belongs in this discussion.

• Magical items and mythical beasts

The Mask of Dark Earth, the guru’s special stone, an entire kraken, a whole laundry list of things in The Contessa’s possession, an enormous swamp serpent, haunted trees, whatever the hell kind of ring Dimitri was wearing in the second game, a giant stone dragon statue that turns out to be AN ACTUAL FREAKING DRAGON in dormancy, a supercharged ancient bamboo forest, potentially the Cooper cane itself, and the not-to-be-overlooked every single piece of Clockwerk’s cursed body. I know I’m probably forgetting something because that was just off the cuff. It’s kind of wild that most of what we watch the Coopers focus on stealing can be stuff like museum paintings in a world where magic flying carpets are confirmed to exist. The hell. Why was I ever mocking the pirates in Bloodbath Bay for their paranoia and superstition?? Best part was always that basically none of it phased the resident smarty pants nerd character like it usually would anyone who fills that trope. Because of magic is just an accepted and normalized thing in the world, why WOULD Bentley talk about it any different than he would the history of lumberjacks or combustion physics? Instead of conflicting against his understanding of science, it just tacks onto it as more additional info, you know… the way it would if magic was just another set of rules to study and understand.

#sly cooper #sly cooper analysis #sly cooper and the thievius raccoonus #sly 2 band of thieves #sly 3 honor among thieves #scarlet talks about things

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drawingdroid · 22 days

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The Unknown Regions V

A Din Djarin x Fem Plus Size Reader Fic

Summary: Grogu is gone and Din Djarin, surprisingly, needs your help. As an astrophysicist, you haven't seen a lot of action, but you're onboard the Razor Crest without a second thought. Flying to the Wild Space together will be a life-changing experience for both of you. In more than one way.

The Unknown Regions Masterlist | Read it on AO3

Warnings: Expect conversations about weight, body dysmorphia and internalised fatphobia that may be triggering, so read at your own discretion; reader is AFAB and user she/her pronouns; no use of y/n; smut; the bucket stays on; naked female clothed male; fluff and smut; hurt and comfort; Sad Din :(

Word count: 3,136

A/N: I've taken so long to close this chapter since I was having a major episode of autistic burnout bothering me. But slowly I'm recovering and finally forced myself to do the things I enjoy like writing fics! So I'm back with this story! It keeps getting longer so I initially planned 5 chapters but they'll end up being 7. This one is longer and then 6 will be pure filth ;) and 7 will serve as a kind of epilogue. Strap on for some confessions and feelings in this one! Also, keldabe kiss if you catch the reference in the chapter end!

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“Hi sweetheart”, you cooed, your tone soft and quiet.

The kid was poking his little face behind the doorframe, looking at his dad and you alternatively. The first day after rescuing him, he didn’t want to eat anything and Din was crazy worried. Normally, he said, he had quite the appetite. The boy just napped on his father’s chest, sometimes waking up weeping from nightmares. Your heart ached for him. What had he possibly gone through on that planet to be like that? Din and you decided that waiting for you to be introduced to Grogu was the best since he wasn’t feeling safe. But for the last hours, he seemed like he was recovering, eating finally some food and looking better.

As Din expected, the whole plan was aimed to lure him into a trap. An act of revenge from some pirates that, thankfully, didn’t know anything about the kid’s powers and just abducted him as bait when they couldn’t defeat his dad back on Tatooine. He came all hurt from the battle. You had been anxiously waiting for him, feeling powerless to stay back, but accompanying him would have been a liability. To keep yourself busy, you run some diagnostics about the planet. It wasn’t the moment to be excited, but landing on a planet you had just discovered was something any scientist would dream about. So you were distracted by studying the atmosphere and taking some samples from the soil when you saw him limping through the forest, you left your tools to run towards him. You were going to ask when he put his pointer finger where his lips would be in a universal signal. Silence. Then, he looked between his arms and you followed. Between his strong arms, there was bundled the most precious creature you had ever seen. His son. The baby was snoring softly under his blanket and you nodded in understanding.

After entering the hull, his arm over your shoulders, he didn’t let you give him treatment. His one and only goal was to be sure of the kid’s health. He took his temperature, listened to his tiny lungs and tried feeding him. Shortly after it was clear the only damage the boy had suffered was psychological. He didn’t rest nor sleep, and you accompanied him the whole time. Watching the baby rest on Din’s breastplate, and how the warrior caressed the little fuzzy head, made your heart go wild. The love and devotion he demonstrated to his kid only made you fonder of The Mandalorian.

After the incident that had interrupted your heavy make-out session, you didn’t touch again. Din was laser-focused on the mission, especially when you landed and he had to recover all the information possible about the enemy’s base. For that, it was useful to have brought your little drone droid with you, the type that was launched to unknown planets to retrieve information. Din frowned at the little droid at first, but when it proved its worth he became more accepting about it. It was the droid that provided a map of the underground base, checked if the air was breathable and let Din know how many enemies were stationed there.

When he didn’t start the take-off protocol upon his arrival, you were worried about your safety but didn’t say anything. Later you’d learn he had killed them all. How that information should have felt? Frightening, probably, disgusting. But the fact that he slayed more than twenty pirates just to avenge his son and ensure his safety was kind of incredible. You only admired him more for that.

Before arriving on the planet, you had lamented the lack of intimacy. Your rational self told you he was having complicated feelings, that he was preparing himself for the mission and didn’t have time for that. In fact, he was making an inventory of his weapons and cleaning them regularly. But the thing was that your feelings were hurt and you couldn’t stop overthinking about your past intercourse. He had been so vulnerable it had broken your heart. He had cried in your lap, and you had held him until he calmed down, caressing there where the beskar didn’t protect his flesh. You knew it wasn’t about you, for kriff’s sake, but that little voice inside your head said the contrary. That he had thought it better. That he felt repulsed by you. Like a mantra, you repeated his praise words in your head to keep the overthinking away when you were trying to sleep.

The intimacy didn’t return, but the boy did, and he was feeling better every day. Grogu was a curious and energetic kid and it took a lot to keep up with him. His appetite returned eventually, and you could see how Din was relaxing little by little. The day he introduced both of you, the baby had toddled towards your boot and hugged it, and then started to babble incoherently. It turned out to be a good signal because from that day you became buddies. With any spare part, cloth or scrap, you made him toys and invented little games to let Din rest from time to time. You grew very fond of the kid, he was a charmer and you liked children. Often, his dad observed you both, normally after waking up from a much-needed nap. He stated immobile, looking at both of you, and you’d flash him a smile. Maybe he didn’t want you anymore, maybe it had been just a desperate moment of need, but something about the way his hands twitched when he looked at you gave you hope.

Eventually, you needed to refuel and buy supplies on your way to Tatooine. You didn’t want to think about the day all of this would end. You tried not to. But the shadow was there. The fact was that you didn’t miss your workplace. All the return trip, you had been working on your data about the new planet and sending it to the observatory, discovering further about the chemistry of its atmosphere and soil. You’d been researching about the moon you saw when you were in orbit, a satellite you didn’t notice from the observatory. It was real, it was tangible. It wasn’t only numbers and abstract calculations, a part you enjoyed, but now you had discovered it wasn’t enough.

The planet you had landed on for your supply run was a safe one, so you accompanied Din through the market. Compared to Tatooine, this place was so lush and colourful, so you were enjoying yourself a lot by asking vendors and looking through things.

“Do you like this carpet?” Din surprised you with his question while you were checking some shawls.

“What?” He just pointed to a beautiful and fluffy carpet hanging on a stall.

“It’s lovely! It’ll warm the Razor Crest for sure, the kid can play on it…”

“It’s for you.” He cut you, changing his weight uncomfortably.

“I ruined your carpet back on Tatooine. By bleeding.”

Your laugh took him by surprise apparently. After everything, he was thinking of replacing your carpet? He was so, so sweet and your heart ached a bit.

“You don’t need to buy me a carpet, you have already given me more than more than I could dream of.” You didn’t intend to sound that deep, it was only a carpet for maker’s sake! But the truth was that you felt so grateful for the opportunity Did had given you by travelling with him. He tilted his head and crossed his arms. The kid started to play with the carpet’s tassels, but all of Din’s attention was on you.

“I don’t understand. You left everything to help us. The least I could do…” He looked to both sides, noticing all the vendor’s eyes were on them. There wasn’t a place to have that conversation. “Let’s go back to the Crest.” You nodded and followed after untangling the kid from the soft tassels. It was a beautiful carpet, to be honest.

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After spending the day in the market, full of new and exciting things, the kid was snoring even before arriving at the Razor Crest. Both of you stayed silent to not disturb the baby, so your conversation was postponed for the moment.

Din had landed on a quiet forest clearing, and the only sound was the humming of the nocturnal birds. The temperature was nice, so silently you both agreed to light a campfire to cookdinner and luckily, hang out a bit. He went to put Grogu in his little hammock while you looked for firewood, so you had some space for yourself to think.

“Don't go too far,” he'd said seriously, and as other times you noticed his gaze lingering more than necessary in you. You'd smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. He was worrying too much, this was a safe planet after all. But you couldn't deny that his concerns about your safety warmed your heart a little too much.

While looking for the most promising branches in the surroundings of the clearing, you thought about the carpet event. It made you think about your home. You felt ashamed about how little though you had put on the fact that you'd be in your cabin again, soon. The little space you had worked hard to get, your sanctuary. And you didn't miss it a little bit. Well, maybe your bathtub and scented candles. But that was it.

The fact was that flying in the Razor Crest felt like home. And it didn't have anything to do with the old hunk of metal and its barren, utilitarian interior. It was Din, who made you feel safe, your unspeakable connection. How he had held you, as the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And the addition of the child only had made the sensation grow. The little critter was beyond adorable and you loved the humble routines the three of you had established. And observing how his dad took care of him, so gently and patiently, only made you grow fonder of the Mandalorian.

But everything had to end. Something too similar to grief started to grow inside of your chest. You pressed the firewood harder against your body. There was enough to light a nice bonfire so you decided to return to the Crest. After all, you had a pending conversation with Din.

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Together you started the campfire and prepared a delicious meal with the fresh produce from the market. You insisted on cooking something from your birthplace since the ingredients were available, and Din indulged. Since you were flying together, he would always wait to eat after you or eat in the cockpit, but the stew was ready and he wasn't moving. You didn’t know what to do.

“I'll go change, tell me if you like it!” Din looked at you and nodded slowly. It was strange, he was even more silent than normal.

Putting your night clothes on, you felt relieved. With what you had been wearing, although cute, your thighs had been burning after some hours of walking in the warm weather. You refreshed yourself a little and checked if the kid was still asleep and well.

“Are you visible?” You asked before going down the hull, hoping he had had enough time to have dinner in peace.

“Yes, you can come out.” You descended the ramp eager to have your homemade dinner, but you had to stop a moment to admire the sight. He looked beautiful under the flames, reflecting them in the beskar he always kept impeccable. “What?” He asked, catching you mesmerized by him. Your heart instantly spiked, feeling caught.

“Nothing just…your beskar looks…beautiful.” Your cheeks warmed, and you activated again your legs to sit beside the campfire. He passed a full bowl of the stew to you, still steamy and you thanked him.

“It was delicious,” he commented casually after a while. “I even had a second serving.” You lifted your eyebrows, knowing how rare that was for him. He ate the bare minimum, even less than a man his size needed, you suspected.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you responded, finishing the last drops of your meal. “My mother used to prepare this when I was feeling gloomy, it's…a comfort food.” You smiled, remembering how your mom would pace around the kitchen while you whimpered about your last teenage drama and how after a while, she'd produce the delicious stew that shut you up and made you feel much better.

Din looked at the empty pot as if it contained all the responses to the secrets of the universe.

“Did it work?” You asked out of nothing, feeling brave after the magic stew. Din looked at you, pot still in his hands.

“What?”

“The stew. Something is bothering you, right? Did it make it better?” You bite your lip, worrying about being intrusive. But was it a dream? The closeness you experienced with him? Deep in your heart, you were craving that vulnerability again. So you had to try.

Din sighed deeply and put the pot away. Intertwining his gloved hands, it looked like he was picking the right words and your chest tightened with anticipation.

“You've been…so kind. To me. To us. I don't know how to repay you.” His voice sounded husky and he looked troubled, you even felt bad. Bad because this good, caring man, felt like kindness was some type of currency and what that implied.

How harsh has your life been, Din Djarin?

Carefully, you sat a bit closer to him. “Din, hear me out.” his helmet turned so fast when you said his name it was almost comical. “I didn't help you looking for something in return. First, you were wounded and I couldn't just let you die on my carpet.” You grinned mentioning the blasted carpet again. “And then we were in Mos Espa and I saw a father in need who had lost his child.”

Remembering his sorrow then was almost painful. It had hurt watching him navigate the fear, the loss.

You waited, almost able to hear the gears of his brain, thinking about the possibility of disinterested kindness.

“Before…in the market…you said I've already given me more than more than you could dream of.” His voice was quieter now and he was observing the fire. A question lingered in the air.

You inhaled sharply hearing your sappy words in his mouth, feeling utterly ashamed. You were referring to traveling to the Unknown Regions, to the planet you had discovered, but it was more than that. It was the quiet intimacy of your day to day with them, his little thoughtful details to you, how he was determined to teach you to fly, or the weight of Grogu when he napped on your chest.

Would you be brave? He had opened the door, but it was your decision to cross. You were afraid: if you opened your mouth, there wouldn’t be a way to come back. The point of no return.

“I’ve never felt like this before.” You confessed, trying to have the courage and looking at his visor. “I've never been further from home but with you… I feel safe to navigate even the Unknown Regions.”

You twisted your nightgown in your hands, feeling like you could die from the embarrassment. Lucky for you he was going to leave you soon in Tatooine, because you'll never recover if he didn't feel the same. But once started your brain didn't stop to run all the things you wanted to say to him, like a dam breaking.

“I don't want anything in exchange for my help because being with you is the reward.” It was cheesy but it was also the truth. Now that you had bared your heart, you felt relief, but also like you were going to throw up.

He had listened to you still like a beskar statue and your anxiety was spiking. The initial braveness had faded and now the overthinking was waiting for its moment to torture you.

But then he moved. Grabbed your hand, wrapping yours in his bigger palm. Like that first night when he told you about Grogu and you comforted him.

“Mesh’la.” All his body was now turned to you like he wasn’t only listening with his ears but all of him. “Is that true?” The emotion that his modulated voice transmitted, close to breaking, was a rare thing for him. It made you shiver as you squeezed his hand back.

“Yes Din, everything of it. I know I should find myself wanting to go home after all these weeks, but I already feel like home here, with you.” Now even your ears felt hot and you had to look elsewhere or you’d combust.

Din sighed heavily. “You love your job, and you’re great at it.”

“That’s true,” you admitted, a pinch of sorrow fiding your chest, but also hopeful because he hadn’t rejected you yet. And because of what he had been implying.

Din looked at the Razor Crest, and then his gaze returned to you. “I haven’t felt at home for a long, long time,” he confessed, and something in you ached at the confession, “but since you’re onboard…” The Bounty Hunter looked at his boots and then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry I’m not good with words” At this point, your eyes were glossy and your lower lip was trembling.

“You’ve said plenty, Din.” He inhaled sharply and then gathered the courage to wrap your waist in an embrace. You happily curled against his cuirass, nesting your face against the crook of his neck. His right hand hadn’t left yours for a moment. The warmth you felt was incomparable with nothing you’d sensed before. It was like being so full of affection that you were in danger of spilling it. You wanted to smile and cry.

“We’ll figure things out, mesh’la,” he said softly, tracing shapes in your back.

Goosebumps formed in your skin and inevitably you remembered the last (and first) time you were intimate. You were longing for another moment like that between you. The commanding but kind way Din had spoken to you, his adoring yourds and hands exploring your supple flesh? You sighed against his covered neck and his masculine scent filled your nostrils. It had an immediate effect on you, and soon arousal started to pool between your thighs.

“Din…,” you started, voice a little thick from desire.”...would you touch me tonight, please?”

His whole body tensed and his grip on you tightened. There was a knot in your stomach. There was a limit to how forward a girl could be on the same day.

“As you wish, mesh’la.” And before you could protest, he was carrying you to the belly of the Crest.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fanfic #din djarin fic #the mandalorian fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #din djarin x fem!reader #din djarin x female reader

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Stop right now. I need some adventures of tiny batmom!?

Dr. Abigail Smith had never wanted children. They were loud, unruly, and messy. And in her perfectly ordered life there was no room for that nonsense.

But. When a 12-year-old girl got the drop on them and tore the cult they'd been sent to stop apart with some well placed Molotov cocktails thrown at ammunition they didn't know existed. When she screamed and it was this primal, furious sound that made her heart break. Screaming for a baby they'd ripped out of her body- Dr. Abigail Smith couldn't just leave her behind.

Intelligent though practically illiterate- it was decided that the best place for her was in the care of the female operatives. Where she could be trained and educated. Men scared her. Loud noises scared her. She crept through the tunnels always expecting to be hit. Any minor mistake set her to flinching when you walked towards her.

In the last two weeks, no one had gotten more than a few words out of her. She ate- a lot. Anything they'd give her. Snacks, meals if Abigail hadn't seen the medical reports, she'd suspect a tapeworm OR that the girl was powered by a small black hole.

And now, she stood, tucked in a shadowy corner near a staircase, following the sound of the agents laughing. Watching as they settled in to watch movies. Tense- ready to bolt at the first sign someone noticed her. Abigail moved slowly keeping her hands relaxed and visible, "76?"

"Doctor," you answered, your eyes not meeting Abigail's.

"We've got some snacks for the movie," she coaxed, feeling ridiculous. This wasn't a wild animal. But it was the only thing she knew that might keep you from hiding in your closet. The bed being too soft and too exposed for sleeping on. "Are you hungry? I think Chelle and Danya made some cookies. And there's popcorn."

Abigail held out a hand for you to take and wiggled her fingers, feeling oddly comforted when tiny, freezing fingers wrap around hers carefully.

If the other agents noticed, no one said anything as they watched Abbie put her new pet project on a stool and ply her with snacks- you were too cute and too traumatized for any of them to dislike you.

The lights turned down and the movie started and Abbie quietly took a seat- far enough from you to give you space to bolt but close enough that you could speak to her- and when the movie credits started, her heart broke.

You leaned forward just a little, entranced. The only sign you were paying attention was your stillness. The snacks she'd put on a plate for you were ignored and your pupils were huge. Reminding her irresistibly of a cat with a laser pointer. At points, tears slid down your little face and it wasn't until the movie ended and the lights went up that you looked around, blinking at the change.

"Got something you want to ask Santa for?" she tried.

"Santa wouldn't care about me," you shrug, "Even if he was real."

"How do you know-"

"Father said he was made up. And Christmas was just pagan-"

"Well if your father said it, isn't that a better reason to believe?" she asked, teasing lightly. This was the most you'd said since you gave your statement for their records.

"Pretty sure murderers don't get put on the nice list."

And before she can say anything, you're gone. With your snacks. Suddenly feeling too exposed and too anxious to be anywhere but the corner of your closet where you'd made your little nest.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #batmom!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Cat!Sinner having their cat moments i.e playimg with theur own tail, mewing, on their back playing with a toy mouse, chasing shadows etc

Alastor, Angel, Valentino, Blitzo and Vaggies reaction to these moments?

Hey if I could have cute cat ears and cat-like instincts I'd take that ticket to Hell. Especially if I get to hang out with the Hazbin and Helluva characters.

Pairing: Alastor, Angel Dust, Valentino, Blitzo, Vaggie x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, established relationship, cuddles, teasing, protectiveness, scenting

A/N: The day I found that cats scent their things by rubbing their cheeks against it is the day I knew my cat owned me.

Alastor finds you very amusing on the daily

Plus he has a fluffy ear buddy, other than Husk who never lets him touch his ears

Since you love chasing shadows he'll gladly indulge you with his shadow magic in that aspect

He'd pick you up, lay you at his side and listen to you purr

You take a lot of naps and he doesn't really understand that part but he thinks kind of cute when you roll on your back, if very vulnerable to an attack

It's a really good thing he loves you as much as he does because you'd be a very easy victim exposed like that.

You might be even more adorable than Fat Nuggets, which is very hard to do in Angel's book

He always has some catnip at hand for you

He doesn't give you much because he experienced how overwhelming it can be for you at times and you just go out like a light at the very end

Definitely filmed you chasing your own tail for teasing material

Loves to cuddle with you on the couch and while watching TV, especially after a long day at work

In fact you nuzzling against him after he comes home, leaving your scent on him, a gesture that he would normally find possessive, actually calms him and he looks forward to it every day

He has you wear the fanciest collar imaginable

But not just as a sign that you're his but also for your own safety, you're way too cute for your own good and he knows that there are many people that would love to get their hands all over you

Always pets you between the ears

Loves it when you're hanging out in the Studio, sitting in his lap with your arms around his neck, kissing him and nuzzling against his neck

It lets people know that he's just as yours as you are his

Careful not to step on your tail, it has happened before by accident and you kicked him out of bed for a whole week because of it

It takes a bit for you to get used to be around him because Loona keeps glaring at you

It's only when you find out that it's because Blitzo has been hurt many times before that you're able to fully relax

Much like Angel he also always has catnip in his office and his apartment

Loves it when you sit at the corner of his desk with your legs crossed

Really into you scratching him up

Buys a laser pointer because he finds it hilarious how your pupils dilate and you chase it around

Vaggie loves it when you wake her up in the morning by nuzzling against her stomach or cheek

Has a laser pointer in her pocket at all times because she's quite busy at times and while she loves having you in her lap sometimes she really needs to concentrate and you're too cute of a distraction

Loves it when you give her a massage

You're very talented with your hands and she makes damn sure you know it

Loves to listen to you purr in content, it's one of her favorite sounds in the world, even though she's a bit shy to admit it

She had to save you from a tree once and will never let you live it down for as long you live

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #alastor x reader #angel dust x reader #valentino x reader #blitzo x reader #vaggie x reader

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golden--doodler · 7 months

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This post was long overdue! I can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner, but here’s part two of the very first post I made on this lovely site, random Bob’s Burgers facts that no one asked for but I’m sharing/reminding everyone of because I can:

—Apparently, when Gene was a toddler, Bob had to watch him, and he somehow managed to eat a fern under Bob’s watch. Where did this fern come from? Who knows? ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ Bob was very worried and thought Gene would die or get really sick, but he was fine. Gene has an iron stomach for real. This tidbit is as mentioned in Season 3, Episode 15, O.T. The Outside Toilet.

—Gene is the only Belcher with visible ears, and they’re adorable 🥰 I still don’t know how Bob’s hair manages to completely cover his, but it does.

—Real life fact, but 9/3 is not only Bob and Linda’s anniversary, but also Loren Bouchard and his wife’s anniversary! That’s where he got the date from. How adorable.

—Linda’s birthday is June 3, making her a Gemini. Tina’s birthday is March 30, making her an Aries. Gene is a Sagittarius, making his birthday sometime in either late November or December. I like to say his birthday is December 19, because that’s one of my friend’s birthdays :3

—Linda’s high school was called Cardinal Genarro High School, and one time, there was a pumpkin carving contest. Linda didn’t want Gayle to feel bad for losing to Linda’s amazing pumpkin, so she tried smashing her own pumpkin. Gayle followed her, though, and because of a series of events, they ended up destroying the entire table, which they swore to keep secret until well into adulthood (Season 12, Episode 3, The Pumpkinening).

—Linda’s hometown is a made-up town called Hunkawtaway.

—Linda once had Jury Duty on St. Patrick’s Day and wore a green blazer to court.

—Tina’s favorite flowers are Gardenias, as revealed in Season 5, Episode 11, Can’t Buy Me Math.

—Tina owns cat pajamas as seen in Season 4, Episode 9, Slumber Party, and that’s very important to me.

—Gene has brown eyes, which he most likely inherited from Bob. In the comics, Tina’s eye color is revealed to be blue, which she might have inherited from Linda.

—According to Gene in Season 11, Episode 2, Worms of In-Rear-Ment, Louise has always wanted to see Machu Pichu.

—Louise has apparently seen “Game of Thrones”. I wonder what she thought of it. Funnily enough, in the Season 4 Wharf Horse two-part season finale, Bob mourned the fact that he’d never find out how the show ended.

—As seen in Season 11, Episode 14, Mr. Lonely Farts, Gene normally hates being alone and thrives off the energy of other people. My poor boy had a whole panic attack when he was accidentally left home alone. However, he ends up using the opportunity to do a rave in Louise’s room with all of her toys, which she usually tells him not to do. It’s also revealed in that episode that Linda has a secret cracker stash, which he infiltrates.

—According to Season 13, Episode 18, Gift Card or Buy Trying, Gene might not like himself a whole lot. He rants about his former friend, Mitchell, saying that he’s loud, can’t really play music, and has no idea how annoying he is, and then comes to a realization, saying they’re exactly the same, so those things might be how he views himself.

—In Season 13, Episode 21, Mother Author Laser Pointer, it’s shown that Bob and Linda used to read Snail & Newt books to the kids when they were young, which is based off the real life Frog & Toad series. It’s so sweet they did this T_T

—Teddy’s favorite color is yellow! Mine is too :D This was revealed in Season 4, Episode 16, I Get Psy-Chic Out of You.

—Teddy’s full name might be Theodore J. McGillicuddy.

—Jimmy Pesto called Jimmy Jr. “Pepper” as a nickname in Season 1, Episode 10, Burger War, a nickname that’s not been repeated since.

—According to Season 3, Episode 20, The Kids Run the Restaurant, Mr. Fischoeder was married for a week. He had a real Grunkle Stan moment.

—As seen in Season 9, Episode 19, Long Time Listener, First Time Bob, Bob loved listening to a radio station with a DJ named Clem when he and Linda first started getting the restaurant off the ground. I think Bob listening to the radio at night and jamming out is very endearing. The same episode also revealed Bob’s hatred for Sweet Potato Fries.

—In Season 9, Episode 16, Roamin’ Bob-Iday, it’s revealed Bob occasionally succumbs to severe burnout from working at the restaurant, but despite that, cooking will always be his favorite thing to do.

—As revealed in Season 7, Episode 7, The Last Gingerbread House on the Left, Bob used to build gingerbread houses with his late mother, Lily. In the same episode, he made mini gingerbread versions of his family, which is the cutest thing ever. He’s the best dad for real.

#bobs burgers #this was so much fun!#i’ve been wanting to make a part two of that post for so long #i tried my best to say some niche or more interesting facts that most wouldn’t know right away #i think the gingerbread fact is my favorite 🥲#i hope you guys enjoy reading these facts as much as i enjoyed writing them

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artoriarts · 5 months

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Ok I don’t want to go make art and I don’t want to go find something good to scrounge up and post so I will instead spout assorted madcom headcanons. these are far from the last you will see from me.

- sanmos 4 lyfe (big sloppy heart emoji) they are both like playfully flirty in diff ways with other people but also so so monogamous at the same time they love eachother sooo much have the healthiest relationship known to man. ignore all the killings.

- 2bhank with the same energy as medic tf2 x heavy tf2. but like also 2b is catboy herder for hank. he holds the laser pointer in the relationship. hank isn’t like full creature I’m still the kind of girlie to place him solidly as kind of the stoic and dysfunctional sociopath but he’s got some of those beasty tendencies in him. the two have such strong attachment to each other but they both have such difficulty expressing it. hank doesn’t know how human well and 2b simply isn’t a soft person even when he wants to be. but they work with what they have. deimos and sanford are so invested in their relationship they chitchat about it constantly. in the most supportive way they want it to go well they just talk about the two being cute and try to help when they hit rocky points. the power couple is so stable they can take on other couple’s drama.

- I don’t know what the ship name is for tricky and hank but there’s like a tiny bit of that too. tricky is hank’s crazy ex but they were never in an actual relationship clown has just been desperate for the dick day one and has not let up for a single second. especially after the halo fiasco literally everyone hates them but they stay silly

- whitehank exists because of something along the lines of hank’s genome getting copied to aahw database when he went in the magnifier and using that agency got the bright idea that if they can’t beat hank. they can make their own. I don’t know actually how she should fit into everything but I like the idea it feels appropriately silly for madcom. the only thing I’m really decided on is that she eventually switches sides and 2b, carrying the entire trans community of nevada on his old man spine, hooks her up on titty skittles and him and hank informally adopt her because cold sad clone babygirl needs parents. she’s like all of hank’s feral swagger if you made it sopping wet and also like garage band punk. I can’t decide if she’s musclegirl as I’ve drawn her before or make her skinny legend I need to lock down the vibes. One important design thing that i know is coming however is that since she’s a copy of mag hank specifically, while hank gets demagnified in my little post canon design shit, she does not, so she is de facto tallest out of the. what do you even call the gang. just the gang? agency for hank wimbleton? the motley crew. the dnd party. nevada’s most wanted. that one actually works we’ll go with that

- funny thing I’ve considered for sheriff is that after whatever happens in project nexus dude just. pisses off somewhere. half hooks up with jeb to make a neutral party for people who just want to fuckin live. while jeb’s on the offensive side of that trying to actively stop the madness sherrif is the defensive side just making settlements for normal people to live they lives. something along those lines. it’s quaint. him and whitehank get together maybe. little guy woos the giant cryptid lady with his southern charm.

- the auditor is workplace sexual harassment personified. simultaneously in the fanfic suave way and the restraining order kind. they talk like stephan weyte. they think they’re soo cool and when someone doesn’t think they are when they want them to they run away and cry.

- I wish I could come up with something for jeb to like round out the primary cast but like honestly he’s the one I spin around in my head the least. I like his motive of make shit normal but maybe he’s just like too clear cut. he’s already got a full character there’s nothing for me to add.

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