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mammonsrockstargf · 18 days

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It starts small. You honestly don't think much of it. Crows begin leaving you gifts in your window frame. It's pretty rocks. It's a small screw. It's coins and grimm, it's a button from a shirt, it's shiny beads.

You bring it up to Mammon randomly one day. He stares at you wide-eyed. "What, you mean crowns leave ya gifts? Sound ridiculous," he says and you shrug.

"I mean, I've heard about crows leaving gifts for humans before. It's not that unusual, but usually, the humans give something to the crows in return," you say, thinking aloud. "That's the part that confuses me. I haven't given anything to the crows, so why do they like me so much?" Mammon's cheeks are bright red by now, the blush going all the way down his neck. Your brows furrow with concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" you ask and he nods quickly. "Yeah, 'm fine, gotta-go-see-ya! " he stutters and quickly leaves you, practically running away. You look after him in confusion. Weren't you both just supposed to be headed home?

The gifts continue. You get a single earring. At one point you get a small bone and at another time you get a tooth which leaves you a bit unsettled but also intrigued. You treasure every single gift, keeping it in a small box by your desk. You begin to leave the crows gifts in return. You find that they like peanuts and berries. One time you experimentally leave a big piece of watermelon, only to find it devoured within minutes.

The next day there's a pretty locket with what looks like a flower engraved in it. You gape at the locket and instantly put it on, proudly wearing it around your neck. You make sure to leave the crows a feast that day.

Satan is the first brother to notice it when it slips out from the collar of your uniform one day. "Is that new?" he asks. "Oh yeah, I've befriended a bunch of crows." Satan stops in his tracks and stares at you.

"You've befriended crows?" He repeats and you nod. "Yes. Why is everyone so weird about this?" A knowing smile creeps onto his face and he shakes his head.

"Why do you think the crows like you so much?" he asks. You hum, considering it for a second. Eventually, you have to draw a blank and look at Satan in defeat. His smile only grows wider.

"Ask Mammon. He might know."

You find Mammon in his room, lying in his bed. He smiles when he sees you and pats the bed, motioning you to come over. "Come here," he says and you do, lying down next to him. He huffs and pulls at you so you're lying on his chest. You can feel his heart beating and you look up at him through your lashes.

"Hey, Mamms," you say and he runs his hand down your back, rubbing circles into it. "Hey, treasure," he says and grins.

"Satan says you might know the cause of my new friendships." His cheeks turn crimson in an instant and he lets out something akin to a nervous laugh. "Oh, the crows, you mean?" you huff and playfully roll your eyes. "Come on, big guy, spill the beans," you say and Mammon sighs.

"So, the crows like you, because, well, I told them about you," he says and a grin spreads across your face. "Go on," you say.

"Okay, I have crow familiars, you know what a familiar is, right?" he says and looks at you expectantly. You rake your brain, remembering briefly having about it in one of your classes. "Yeah, it's like witches with black cats, right?" you say and Mammon hums.

"Yeah, kind of, but anyone can have a familiar and it can be any animal. The whole black cat thing is just something the catholic church made up." You nod in understanding while Mammon continues to rub patterns into your back. The beating of his heart seems to have become louder underneath you. "So what you're saying is you can't shut up about how awesome I am and now a bunch of crows are obsessed with me?" you say and Mammon hides his face in his hands. You giggle and pry his hands away, smiling at him adoringly.

"Please don't make fun of me," he huffs and you pout at his antics. "I could never tease my lovely little bird boy," you coo and Mammon groans while pushing you off him. He turns his back to you and you laugh manically. "Come on, Mamms, It's cute," you say and press soft kisses to the nape of his neck. "you're cute," you say and throw an arm and a leg over him, attempting to spoon him. You feel him instantly melting to your touch, completely unable to keep his resolve. It's almost too easy when he turns around again to face you. You smile at his pink face.

"I really like the gifts the crows gave me," you reassure him because you genuinely do. It's become something you look forward to when you open your window.

"You do?"

"Yeah, absolutely," you affirm and he smiles sheepishly. "I once tried to train them to steal money for me, but it didn't work."

a/n: thanks for reading! find my other stuff here <3

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egophiliac · 3 months

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Tl;Dr - I stopped playing the game but I like the characters and I wanna draw them but idk if the wiki I use is up to date for cards

Do u know any wikis that have up to date cards for all the twst characters-

Asking specifically bc of Malleus cause I can't tell anymore if he has any more new cards bc HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A 100 DISNEY ANIVERSARY CARD IN THE WIKI I USE 😭

Like compared to everyone else in Disanomia, he has 12 cards (in the wiki I use) and then Lilia has 17 cards 💀

Cause I think Malleus has a Bean's Day card as well, but that could just be a fanmade one, I don't have JP twst nor ENG twst anymore so I can't confirm it myself urhghrhevw 🫠

Malleus doesn't have a Beans Day card, so that would've been fanmade! and the 100 anniversary cards are actually the new round of birthday cards, so most of the characters don't have 'em yet -- Malleus should be getting his in a couple of days, when his birthday event starts! oh god my keeeeeys

I think the wiki.gg stays pretty up to date? it looks to me like they have everything that's currently up through JP, at least. :O I did go through and do a quick count just because I couldn't believe Malleus only had 12 cards, but. he really does have the least...defeated only by Silver with 13...astonishing. we need his gargoyle club wear immediately.

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #...maybe? tenuously? i have no idea #i think lilia and floyd are tied for the most at 18 each #twst loves the chaotic gremlins #granted card quantity is separate from card rarity/significance/whatever #i remember all of us losing our minds when vargas camp 2 came out and trey FINALLY got an event ssr after a million years #anyway i am looking forward to the upcoming magift cards and all don't get me wrong #but i am VERY VERY excited to see what the gargoyle club wear looks like #i NEED to 1) know what malleus thinks gargoyle fashion is and 2) see him in it #jade is also in a weird club by himself but at least that. y'know. has a gear theme and everything.#tangentially i do sometimes think about the fact that malleus and jade are both in single-member clubs #despite how in...i think lilia's robes story the music club was in danger of disbanding because they only had three members #although i do genuinely believe that crowley is too scared of both jade and malleus to tell them they can't have their clubs #so y'know. it tracks.

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taintedcigs · 1 month

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— hardest of hearts

“darling heart, I loved you from the start. but you'll never know what a fool I've been.” ‹‹ — florence + the machine, hardest of hearts.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: jealousy has never been your strongest suit. you realize that even better when you see steve and nancy in close proximity. based on this prompt by @dumplingsjinson (wc: 1.6k+)

warnings: just absolute fluff, maybe tiny angst, and making out, they kinda go hard at it for no reason, this is just an excuse for me to ramble abt how pretty steve is bye.

author's note: ohh if u want pls listen to hardest of hearts by florence + the machine when u r reading!! luv that song <3 and again. ignore the corny summary and i didnt proof-read and wrote this shitty thing in 30 mins yada yada!!! based on this amazing request i got from my lolo bean angel @lofaewrites i hope u like it MWAHHHHH!!!!

pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Jealousy.

That ugly feeling clawed at your insides, consuming you whole, bringing out the worst in you and you knew it, yet you couldn't help it. Finding yourself powerless against its caging grip.

The venomous glare you threw at the two of them surely had to burn off Steve's back, but they remained rooted to their spot, talking about whatever the fuck, while Nancy lingered far too close to him for your liking.

Her curls danced in the dim light, swaying with each infectious giggle that escaped her lips at his jokes. The sight of her head thrown back in mirth only made your blood boil more with it.

You wondered what the fuck was so funny that he felt compelled to whisper to her, the sight of them so close to each other had your entire body feeling hot, an ugly feeling consuming you whole. The fragile porcelain filled with alcohol threatened to break under your harsh grip.

And of course, you couldn't help the way you act entirely unreasonable when he comes back to the booth.

Cold, a total raging bitch, your mouth feeling hot the more you snapped at him. And he knew, he knew the exact reason for your attitude. Yet, he couldn't help but find it adorable. How your lips downturn as you scoff at him, just because you're jealous.

You storm out to catch your breath and get some cold air, his footsteps fall into sync behind you, because he can see right through the facade you desperately clung to, see the way your doe eyes flash hurt, thick lashes hiding your disappointment behind the anger.

You lean against the brick wall of the bar, the chilly Hawkins air seeping through the fabric of your coat, almost enough to calm you down before you can hear Steve's hesitant footsteps as he closes the distance between you.

He's making you so pathetic.

The concern in his eyes mirrors the ache in your chest, gaze searching yours for answers you were reluctant to give.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, tone merely honey-glazed.

He didn't let you answer, instead following up with a, "Or are you just... jealous?" That stupid smirk lingers on his lips, making your insides gooey, while you wore that scowl as your mask.

"What?" You scoffed, playing dumb, as you crossed your arms against your chest, almost to protect your feelings.

"Oh my god, you so are," he teases, that damned smirk stretching his mouth into a full grin, reaching all the way to his eyes, causing them to crinkle, so pretty that you are melting all over.

"Shut up, Harrington," you murmur, heat spreading across your cheeks, gaze unable to avoid him. Pools of warm honey-toned brown eyes drawing you in so effortlessly.

"God, do you still not believe me?" He shakes his head with a slight huff, shoulders slumping in defeat.

You know exactly what he's talking about, with the way his brows quirk up, and he tugs at his silky hair in frustration.

Steve told you he liked you. A couple of days ago. But you just scoffed and huffed, rolling your eyes in his face.

You couldn't—more so—you just didn't want to believe it. You thought it was too good to be true.

Couldn't believe that he would want you when he used to be so hung up on Nancy. Blame it on your insecurities, or your attachment issues. Or blame it on the fact that you were scared. So fucking scared.

And you'd rather avoid all of it than have him break your heart. It's unreasonable, but to your idiotic brain, you're being logical.

"H—how do you expect me to when you end up doing shit like this?" Your tone is barely above a whisper, suddenly insecure like you're exposing yourself bare to him. You just need him to convince you. And he knows. He finally knows.

"Like what? Talking to Nancy?" He scoffs, like it's ridiculous. To him it is. That you even can believe the idea that he still thinks about her, when all that invades his mind is you.

"Like talking to your ex, the same ex you were hung up on," you reply back bitterly, words burning your tongue as they barely roll off your lips.

He leans in closer to you, almost to make a point. "Were, like you said." He spits in frustration, "past fucking tense. I moved on, so long ago. You know that."

"And she just said hi, as a friend. Nothing more," he enunciates it carefully and would explain that to you all goddamn night, if it meant it would wash your worries away, he meant every word he said to you. He didn't care about Nancy. It was you. And from now on, it was only going to be you.

You were desperate, so desperate to not show him your true feelings, but of course he could see right through you. "Maybe, maybe she did, but-"

He groans, not even caring that he's interrupting you. "There's no fucking buts, sweetheart, I told you, told you that I fucking liked you, that I wanted you, why do you insist on trying to push me away?"

You gulp when you notice how he has you caged against the textured walls, your back hitting the bricks with a soft thud, his breath flushing your already heated cheeks. "I don't—"

"What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” His words are harsh, not in a rude way, only to get it through your thick skull. Show you how much you actually mean to him.

Rough hands end at your side, that annoying strand of hair falling to his thick lashes, making him look so pretty that you just want his hot mouth on yours. "There is no one else for me but you, and even you can't fucking change my mind, yeah?"

"I don't give a fuck about any other girl unless they're you." Words fall like silk from his lips, and they are heavenly to your ears, blinking quickly to process all of it.

And he enjoys it, sees the way your gaze glimmers, cheeks adorned with a sudden warmth as you give him those doe-eyes that make him want to crumble into you, fully.

You nod dumbfoundedly, almost to let him know that you finally believe him, and he gives you a soft chuckle, raising his brows "Are you going to let me take you out on that date?"

His caramel hues swirl hypnotizingly as they gaze into you, so alluring paired with the striking moles all over his cheek and neck, making you wanna kiss him all over. "Mhmm," you hardly mumble, too focused on taking all of him in.

He reaches up to touch your cheek, fingers brushing against your skin like feather, soft but making you flustered nonetheless, the faint scent of his woodsy perfume invading your senses. "Come on, use your words, honey," he coaxes, fingers leaving goosebumps in its wake as you can feel him all over.

"Y-yeah," you faintly mumble, not so confident in your voice when he looks at you all hungrily.

His mouth slightly curves into a bigger grin, leaning in as he whispers "Atta girl," almost making you whimper at his low tone.

You lean closer, urging his mouth to yours. He groans when you sweep your thumb over his jaw, knees giving out at the sound. Soft candy lips brush against yours, so agonizingly slow that the heat unfurls all over your body.

He takes your slight shock as a moment to slide his tongue inside, a sigh of relief escaping your velvety lips. He tastes like beer, and something sweet, kissing you with so much heat that you can't help the way you melt into him, his touch burning everywhere it makes contact with.

He brings you closer, as if that's even possible, bodies pressed against each other, your breasts flush against his hard chest, and you can almost feel his heart hammering inside, rhythm matching yours.

His cherry-pout mouth suckles at your bottom lip, slight stubble brushes against your chin, and fuck, you want him, so much so that you let out a low whine.

You want to continue. Desire runs through your body like wildfire, burning him with you, but once you hear the honks of the busy street, the realization of where the fuck the two of you are hits you, and only then you break the kiss.

Standing outside of a bar, kissing like two horny idiots, a pretty giggle escapes your lips when you meet his dreamy gaze again, his hues resembling mostly black now, both sets of pupils blown wide. Passion radiates from both of you.

"Was that enough to prove to you that I really, really, really like you, sweetheart?" He asks with a pretty grin, lips all puffy and smudged with your gloss, earning more hearty giggles and a nod from you.

"Or do you need to kiss me in front of her? Get all territorial?" He asks with a slight tilt of his head, brows raised all teasingly, that smirk returning like it ever left, making you huff.

You elbow him playfully before you fist his shirt, bringing him in much more close proximity, again. "Shut up and kiss me again, Harrington."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fics #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington drabbles #steve harrington x y/n

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Heeey sweetie ! I hope you’re well !! I always look forward to your posts and check your page daily for updates ! Your writing is incredible and always leaves me with butterflies in my stomach !! I wanted to leave a request if that’s okay ! I was thinking about mob Bucky with grumpy-sunshine trope !? Bucky being the grumpiest little shit ! He’s arrogant and stares too much . But then he meets this ray of sunshine and she’s the only one to get him soft ! She’s the only one that can coax a smile out of him ! Gives her the gentlest touches and sweetest kisses ! He’s proud to have her next to him and loves how much smaller she looks compared to his massive size . Even tho he’s dominant in bed , he’s still careful and considerate with her ! Fluffy fluff with a big intimidating man

YESS Omg i love this so much its adorable. (18+, cause there’s fluffy fluff but also smutty smut)

Disclaimer: I love fics where Bucky loves his much smaller reader compared to his larger size but I do my best to not describe the readers size too much because I want anyone to be able to imagine themselves in my fics. When I write, Bucky is obsessed over how he can just easily scoop you up into his arms and toss you over his shoulder effortlessly.

First time meeting you I just imagine you both meet in the most wholesome way as well. He's truly the grumpiest shit anyone's ever met. Arrogant and cocky but he’s earned his reputation so no one dares question it. That being said, he has some principals, one of them being that family always comes first. He takes that very seriously. That's why he's out and about, looking for a present for Sam’s daughter’s birthday, hand picked himself (and by present, we’re talking presents plural, he already bought her a custom gold engraved locket and an Hermes baby blanket, no godchild of his would get any less).

Still, he wanted to give her more, wandering into a little book shop at the corner of the street that appeared to be empty. His men stood outside the door while he scanned the shelfs, huffing in frustration because there were so many choices and it would have been easier to just buy the all the books. He picked up a book and set it down, the store probably wouldn’t cost too much-

"Can I help you?"

A sweet voice called him from behind and Bucky was ready to give the person hell, he hated sales people. Most people. Honestly all people. Except Steve. He'd maybe pee on Sam if he was on fire but that was as far as his love for him went. (its all a front, he loves Sam).

He turned around, about to tell whoever it was, to fuck off, blinking instead when he came face to face with you. You smiled up at him, eyes twinkling, setting down the pile of books you had in your arms to look at the shelf he was browsing.

“What age group are you looking for?”

Bucky hardly registered your words, staring at what looked like the human form of a cute little garden fairy straight out of a fairytale. You were in a blush pink sundress, covered in tiny flowers, standing on your tippy toes trying to reach the books higher on the shelf. Garden fairy, what the fuck was wrong with him, he shook his head trying to regain his train of thought.

“Uh- a baby?” Bucky didn’t know what to do with himself, most people took his staring as a sign to go away but you seemed unbothered.

"Oh! Come with me, there’s a great section at the back, I’ll show you!” You happily led the 6′4 mob boss to the kids corner at the back of the store, colorful drawings, plush rugs and little bean bags covered the area.

“Any of these would be great for a little one” You pointed to the shelves that were low to the ground, pulling out a few and handing them to him “let me know if you see anything you like” with that, you went back to putting books away. You returned a few minutes later, biting back a smile, looking at the tall man covered head to toe in dark ink, diligently reading through one of the books you handed to him.

"You look so cute" You giggled, looking at Bucky sitting on one of the tiny chairs, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.

"Cute?" Bucky had never been more insulted in his life, of all things to describe him, how dare you tell him he looked cute.

“Of course” You grinned as you walked over and sat down beside him. The gentle sweet scent of your perfume evaded his senses, his heart jumped when he felt your warm hand brush against his. Bucky didn’t know why his heart was racing, he didn’t like it. His brows furrowed, trying to stop the blush that spread across his face when he saw your smile.

“Do you like that one?” Bucky nodded, looking at the cover of the book; two bears sitting together looking at the moon. “I love you to the moon and back, its such a sweet book, I would have picked this one too”

Bucky nodded again, not trusting himself to speak around you. You took the book to the front to check him out. After he paid, you placed a little brown bear that matched the ones on the book cover in the bag as well. Bucky cocked his head confusedly, reaching for his wallet again.

“How much?”

“Just take it as part of the gift” You smiled, tying a ribbon around the handles of the bag. “I’m sure they’ll love it. Have a good day!” You gave him a little wave as he walked out, turning back to your books, while Bucky felt his insides melt.

The pretty girl at the book store thinks I’m cute.

Bucky slid into his SUV, the corner of his lips twitching, his cheeks dusted pink. You thought he was cute. Cute. He continued to bite his bottom lip, fighting with his face muscles to keep from smiling, failing miserably instead.

“Is he having a stroke”

Sam whispered, staring at Bucky through the rearview mirror while he sat at the front with Steve. Bucky’s face continued to twitch, trying to keep his classic scowl on his lips.

“I think he’s smiling” snorted, cocking an eyebrow watching Bucky carefully inspect the little brown bear you put in the bag.

“He knows how to smile?”

“You good punk?” Steve called out, smirking when Bucky stuffed the bear back in the bag, pretending he wasn’t giving it heart eyes while thinking about you. “You looked real cozy talking to the girl at that the bookstore”

“Shut up” He ignored his two friends snickering, throwing them a growl before thinking about you again.

She thinks I’m cute.

After that meeting, imagine Bucky finds himself going back for more and more books; he doesn’t even have time to read but he can’t help it. Every time he steps into your bookstore, its like sliding into a comfy blanket. He’s addicted to your sweet smile; your always there with a new book for him to read. He can’t help but smile every time he sees you flit around the shelves, he felt like he was living in his own fairytale.

The first kiss

Bucky watched you huff in frustration, trying to put a book back on the shelf but it was too high for you to reach.

“Um-could-would you please help me put this back?” You asked shyly, while Bucky smiled, nodding and coming up behind you, his hand gently holding your waist, placing the book on top with ease. His tall form towered over you, his chest brushing against your as you turned and looked up at him.

“Th-thank you” you whispered, your eyes flicking from his blue eyes to his pink lips. His lips were curved in a soft smile that gave you butterflies; it wasn’t often that you saw him smile but it seemed he did it whenever he was close to you.

“You look handsome when you smile” You squeaked, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the words slipped through. Bucky bit his lip, while you looked away embarrassed you had said that out loud. “Sorry I didn’t mean-”

You gasped, feeling him pull you closer, his hand gently tilting your chin up to look at him. His head dipped down slightly and you felt your body moving on its own, standing on your tippy toes to be closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his nose nudging against yours. You nod, letting out a shuddered breath as his hand cupped your cheek, pressing his lips sweetly to yours. You hesitantly moved your arms to wrap around his shoulders, melting into his touch.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, staying tucked in his arms, having waited ages for him to finally make a move. When he finally has to leave, he comes running back in mere seconds later.

“Did you forget something?”

Bucky nodded, his hands wrapping around you waist, pulling you close to him again, his lips kissing you softly as ever.

“I wanted another kiss”

That kiss turned into lots of kisses. Lingering hugs. When he finally brings you to his home, he keeps you his little secret for a while so he can enjoy your company. You bring out a softness in him he didn’t know was possible; soft fluffy dates with him cooking for you, or going on evening strolls. You’re his everything, he loves seeing his little garden fairy comfy in his home. You made everything warmer; the soft scent of candles always traveled down the halls; sweet baked goodies were always ready in the kitchen. Sam and Steve were definitely not complaining, pretending they didn’t notice Bucky’s classic grumpy face now also came with a cute little blush on his cheeks.

The first time they meet you

Imagine Bucky’s team finally find the mole they’d been hunting for months. They’re all riled up, throwing him into the van, threatening him within an inch of his life. They know Bucky likes to take care of business himself but it doesn’t stop them from warning him about the pure wrath he’s going to face.

“You’re fucked”

“You thought we were bad? You’re gonna wish your mom swallowed you”

They drag him up the steps, bursting into his office, expecting Bucky to be waiting there with his knife twirling between his fingers.

Instead...

Bucky’s men all stared at each other before looking at the sweet thing that was sitting in their bosses lap, feeding him pastries. Bucky grinned like a love struck puppy, cradling you to his chest while he sat on his office chair, moaning at the sweet caramel melting on his tongue. The last thing they expected to see was a delicate thing like you cuddled up with who they thought was a blood thirsty gang leader.

Sam snorted, shaking his head, watching Bucky ignore the rest of them, his eyes still trained on you, peppering kisses onto your cheek.

“Motherfucker, are you eating butter tarts right now?”

“They taste good” Bucky shrugged, giving you one final sweet kiss to your lips before looking up at his team.

“Why don’t you wait for me in my room, I’ll be there soon” Bucky pressed a soft kiss onto your temple, helping you off his lap. You smiled, brushing some of his hair back, kissing his forehead.

“Come soon bubba” Your bare feet padded through his office, giving the towering men a quick wave as you passed them “Hi Sam, Hi Steve!”

Sam blinked, before grinning and giving you a friendly wave back.

“She is adorable, fucks she doing with you”

“Shut the fuck up bird brain” Bucky panned, a growl emitting from his chest, as he rounded the table, his previous soft demeanor dropping as soon as his eyes landed on the mole. “Have Steve keep him quiet, my angel doesn’t have to hear this shit”

After Bucky’s men saw how soft he was for you, you become their secret weapon. You’re always there to soften the blow they’d face, making him smile even when delivering the worst news.

“Boss, the deliveries were seized” Peter trembles at the door, while Bucky’s nostrils flare, he’s about to tell everyone off, but his anger dissipates as soon as your head pops into the room.

“Bucky, come cuddle?” You push past the men, your hands draping around his shoulders.

“They put you up to this, didn’t they?” Bucky snorted, rubbing his temples, melting as soon as you crawled into his lap. You giggled innocently, kissing his scruffy cheek while he lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to his room.

“Hmm, they’re lucky you’re so sweet babygirl”

The first time

For months, Bucky didn’t do anything more than give you soft kisses, hugs and cuddles. He wanted you, he needed you in a way he never thought was possible, but he didn’t want to rush anything. You were special and if he was going to be intimate with you, it’d be whenever you were ready.

He never wanted to pressure you into anything, but you reassured him you wanted this. Bucky swallowed thickly, looking at your smaller form curled up against his bed waiting for him. You looked so sweet and delicate, wearing just one of his shirts, nervously fidgeting with your hands while he crawled up the bed to you.

“Are you sure about this prinţesă?” He kissed your knee, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb; you felt your face heat up and the name he had for you, nodding without meeting his eyes. “Look at me baby” He tilted your chin to meet his gaze, “I won’t be upset if you want to wait”

You knew he meant it. Not once had he ever made you feel like doing something you didn’t want. His sweetness only made you want him more.

“I want this, I-I want you” you whispered, moaning softly when his lips pressed against yours. He kissed you softly, his hand moving to your waist to lay you down against the pillows. He was on top of you, nipping your jaw, peppering kisses down your neck, his hand caressing the side of your thigh.

Being with you was different.

He natural instinct had always been rough and fast; clothes torn, no build up.

He didn’t want that with his pretty doll. Yet.

He slowly undressed you, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you bare underneath him. He continued to kiss you while still being fully dressed, chuckling when he felt you squirm under him.

“What is it baby?” He cocked his head, picking up on what you wanted when you fiddled with the buttons on his shirt but he didn’t want to give in, enjoying your flustered state.

“I-um” You fisted his shirt, burning under his gaze, “Take it off”

“Take what off?” He cocked his eyebrow, a smirk dancing on his pretty lips.

“Ugh, I want to see you naked Bucky” You pouted, burying your face into his neck while he grinned, bringing your hands to unbutton his shirt.

“Whatever my babydoll wants, go ahead prinţesă, m’all yours” You squeaked when he pulled you and rolled over so you were straddled on top of him, his hands stroking your bare waist and thighs.

“Want you to take it off babygirl” He couldn't take his eyes off you as you shakily undid his tie, moving to his buttons next. As soon as his shirt was off, you managed to unbuckle his belt and tug off his pants. You blinked at his thick cock straining against his briefs.

Bucky brought his fingers to rub though your soaked folds, groaning at the slick that easily coated his fingers.

“Will you let me taste you?”

“I-no one’s ever-

“I’ll be gentle baby, promise it’ll feel good” Bucky laid you on your back as he worshipped your body, trailing kisses down your skin, while you hesitantly parted your legs, his thick, wide shoulders forcing them apart further.

“So pretty baby” Bucky groaned, kissing your clit, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking softly, careful not to apply too much pressure. “You have the sweetest clit doll”

He could feel his cock throb against the mattress at the way your face contorted, soft whine slipping past your lips as you tried to keep your moans down. He pushed a finger in, gently stretching you out, while you started to grow needy, your hips shifting under him. He pulled away, his beard glistening with your arousal, eyes heavy with lust.

“Want to be inside you prinţesă”

You nodded, while he threw his briefs off, his cock standing tall and proud as he hovered above you.

“Bucky, it-it won’t fit” You whispered, watching his thick cock bob between his legs, grazing on your clit.

“We’ll make it fit baby” His hand gently cupped your face, while your legs moved up to hug his waist. “Tell me if its too much and I’ll stop” He moved his cock through your folds, groaning at how you felt on the tip of his cock.

“Ready?” You nodded, gasping feeling his thick blunt tip prod against your soaked entrance.

“Jaames...” You whimpered feeling him stretch you while he kissed your forehead, stopping his movements with just the tip inside you.

“Shhh angel, it’s just me sweet girl” Your body trembled under his, biting down onto his shoulder as he pushed himself further while holding your body close to his. You were still getting used to the burn and stretch of him as he buried himself to the hilt, clinging onto him while he stayed still.

“I know baby” Bucky stroked your forehead, brushing your hair away from your face, kissing your cheeks. He felt a new type of feral, his sweet girl under him, whining and whimpering over his cock, your pussy dripping around him.

“S’too big Bucky” You bit your lip, your pretty doe eyes locked with his.

“My cocks too big for you baby?” Bucky cooed, while you nodded, throbbing at your nails digging into his skin “Your pussy’s too tight, huh angel, you need me to go slow?”

There was something addicting over how hard Bucky was trying to hold back, his brows furrowed, cock already leaking into you. He started off slow, gentle thrusts, letting you adjust, telling you how perfect you were, his hands laced with yours, pinned against the bed.

“Taking my cock like such a good girl baby”

“You know how pretty you look right now doll?”

You felt the burn start to melt, your moans growing louder while he pushed his entire length in and out of you, his bally smacking against your ass.

“M-more Bucky, please?”

Bucky’s breaths grew heavy, feeling his spine tingle already, you had a different affect on him, his cock already throbbing.

“You’re beautiful prinţesă”

“Could make love to you like this for hours my baby”

“Taking me so well babydoll, making my cock throb, you’re so tight”

He craved so much more of your warmth, his pace speeding up, moaning and grunting each time you cried out. He gripped onto the head board as he started to pound you, the sounds of skin slapping carrying through the room.

“F-uck baby, you feel so good” He moaned into your neck, the muscles on his back tensed as he fucked you harder. “Am-am I too rough sweet girl”

“F-feels g-good James” You cried out from under him, your walls starting to flutter as he hit your g-spot. Bucky moaned, his forehead coming down to rest on yours, lips parted and brushing against each other. “Bucky, harder, please”

The sound your moaning his name made him almost cum on the spot.

“Oh fuck don’t stop, tell me it feels good baby, tell me how bad you want it, keep saying my name”

“JAMESS” The headboard practically slammed against the wall as he abandoned all softness, the both of you feral over each other, chasing your highs.

“Tell me how good my cock makes you feel baby” His hand snaked between your bodies, rubbing and teasing your clit, making you nearly sob.

“S’good Bucky, stretching me, I- fuck m’gonna cum!”

“Cum my gorgeous girl, CUM” “JAMES-I-F-FUCK” You clenched around his cock, cumming and squirting around him while he roared, his pace stuttering as he spilled ropes of cum into you. You both held onto each other, moaning and panting as you came down from your orgasm, your body still convulsing feeling his cum drip out of you.

“Fuck I love you” He panted against your skin, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face. He had a goofy grin, sweeping you into his arms to run you a hot bath.

(Which was a waste of time, considering he spent the rest of the night with you, making an utter sticky mess in his bed)

Bonus: The first tattoo (dedicated to you)

Most of Bucky’s body is covered in dark ink, but none of his pieces were done impulsively. Each piece had a meaning behind it, and his latest one was his favorite.

“Close your eyes baby” He picked you up and placed you on his desk, unbuttoning his shirt while you impatiently waited for him to tell you, you could look. “Alright, open”

“A fairy?” You gasped, looking at his newest piece, your fingers gently tracing over his chest. Above his heart, was his latest piece, a little fairy reading a book while sitting on the moon.

“From when I first met you. I thought you were like a little garden fairy” Bucky blushed, kissing your nose. “Could never get enough of you, the only little fairy to think I’m cute”

Tears stung your eyes, sniffling while he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled against his skin, kissing his chest.

“You like it baby?” His thumbs swiped across your cheeks, stroking your hair while you nodded, struggling to formulate words.

“I-I love y-ou” You choked out, hugging him tighter

“I adore you sweet girl, love you to the moon and back”

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hyunip · 6 months

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DISTRACTION

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https://sober!-ony-x-drunk!-plus-size-black!-reader.com//:hyunip

A/N: Cannot get this man ony out of my head and how he gets distracted by how fine you looks while you talkin’ to him. You know that part of redbone with instrumental? He think you looks like that part of the song. Ion know if that made sense to you, but if it don’t, you gonna have to make sense out of it.

[I suck at warnings, sorry]

MATERLIST[Needs to and will be updated]

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[T]ipsy was really the only word that could explain you right now. The only word that fit into how you felt.

Your vision was a bit blurry, and your mind felt a little scattered, like all you could think of was words and how to put them in a way. But whilst talking, it seemed you couldn’t care less about what you said to him. Letting your thoughts be free. You were only like this because you and Onyankopon’s friend group were playing a game of uno with a little twist.

If someone put down a draw four card, you’d have to do four shots and then draw your four cards. Same thing if they’re stacked—if you have to draw eight cards that’s eight shots and eight cards—so on and so forth. You weren’t sure who made that shit up, but whoever did it was a damn good idea. It was funny and loud—which may have caused a little headache—and chill too. You all had a good time. But after a few rounds you all decided to chill since Sasha—a light weight—had one too many drinks for herself. So she’d went up to your room to sleep. Whilst Connie, Mikasa, Eren, Armin, and Jean were all laid out on bean bag chairs on their phones or talking. You were all in your basement, the song redbone by Childish Gambino playing, set to a medium volume on the speaker at the back.

Ony listened to you talk, listened to you sound a little loopy as you talked to him about a dream you had of him.

“And you was chasin’ me downstairs wit the knife—I almost bust my ass on the last step” you told Ony, your eyes slowly closing and your hand moved slowly to facepalm yourself in the face as you said the last part, making Ony chuckle at how you found it so dumb. “I ain’ gon lie baby, this shit sound like one ‘uh dem horror movies you be watchin’” he laughed.

Truth be told, Ony loved when you told him about your dreams, or spoke to him about just anything. Your voice was so smooth and sexy on the regular, but when you were like this, it was just goofy and sounded loopy as hell, and he found it funny and cute. But at some times—like now—he could rarely really ever focus on what you were saying, since he always found himself stuck admiring your facial features and body and how good you looked. He admired your ass, your thick thighs—and definitely the way the quadruple in size whenever you sit down. That has him practically drooling and wishing to be held between them for the rest of his life.— you hip dips, your double D cup sized breasts, and of course that pudgy belly you had (cause be real. You can’t want a woman with a FAT DUMPY and some pretty big titties without no stomach 🙄 plus size are baddies too.)

He loved the fat under your arms and how chubby you were. But my oh my, when he catches a look at them pretty brown eyes and see that wide and beautiful smile, his heart can’t help but skip almost all the million beats. He may not show it, but when he sees how good you look everyday, he try his best to find the words to speak. Always silent at first glance.

He was leaned back against the couch, his arms falling on his thighs as he sat manspread beside you, staring at your well done makeup. The little eyeliner wing making an illusion of slim siren eyes with a lit red tint under your eyes, and mink lashes perfectly placed on your lash line. The look with your outfit made him want to get on his knees and start slurping you up and eating you like the last dinner he will ever have. You were just too sexy, and he could always gas himself up about how bagged himself the baddest woman in his eyes.

“You listening?” Your voice was low and interrupted by a small hiccup after drinking a few sips of a cup of soda sitting on the small round table in front of you both. His thoughts were interrupted by that, bringing him back to reality.

When he focused back onto your words and was able to give your entire being a final analyzation, he heard the best part of redbone begin to play, making the moment even better for him.

Ony nodded at your question before you moaned in satisfaction as to what your ears were hearing right now, standing to start dancing to your favorite part of the song, vocalizing with it under your breath. As you got up, so did Mikasa and Connie, all of you vibing out to the music and singing along with each other. Ony couldn’t do anything but sit back and watch you enjoy yourself and feel good.

Best believe he could NOT wait to get you home and love and touch all up on you…

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And that, Ladies and Gentleman, was DISTRACTION by HYUNIP!

#hyunip #aot x reader #black reader #aot onyankopon #aot eren #aot mikasa #its been some time since i wrote anything #I love writing about ony #ony x black reader #plus size reader #for my big girls

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queenie-avenue · 2 months

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This is a man's world, but she rules it.

💌 ⤻ THE MAFIA BOSS, VITTORIA COSTANZA ft. THE COVER

—> the devil wears prada.

⤻ reader is female (i really needed some delulu), kidnapping, typical mafia activities, toxic behaviour, posesseive and obsessive behaviour, mentions of misogyny, conversion therapy and homophobia, death, non-consensual kissing

notes: thank you to @ciaheyhimm for allowing me to use this character! isabella was originally a character from a mafia roleplay set in the 1940s to 50s. please go check that blog out, they are a historical blog and i believe that she is writing a book at the moment!

💌 ⤻ archives.

"Thank you for your help in locating down my dearest [y/n]." The woman in the shadows spoke. That accent, that strong accent and overbearing smell of perfume... you found yourself thinking of one single person that came to your mind. Even her heels, branded with her own fashion brand 'Costanza' confirmed to you who this person was.

"Of course, I am a bit disappointed that you — how do you say? — compromised their location and safety to me, even as their bodyguard." She spoke, your body still laying paralysed against the lush bed that Vittoria had no doubt prepared for you. Ribbons of the finest silk bound your hands together, even as the drug forced you to stay put. It seemed she wanted to be very very sure that you wouldn't escape her, again.

Even the dress you were wearing, it was designed by her. Her brand's ribbons were on your body, a mark of her.

Your Father had disapproved of your relationship, with both of you two being girls and all... but you hadn't expected her to go this far.

"I can't trust someone like that out of the field. Who knows, if someone offers you some money, if you'd spill the beans on this little stunt of mine." You heard something click, and your head snapped over, eyes widened.

Then a gunshot sounded, causing you to scream before a body slumped to the ground, blood bleeding out from the shadows.

"Ay, aye, my Belleza, you should have told me you were awake." Her hips swayed as she emerged from the shadows. Her beautiful crimson red dress showed off the body you loved so much.

"Vitta, what the hell." You muttered as your attempted to raise yourself out of bed, only to be held down by the drugs in your system and the silk ribbons restraining you.

Slowly, she stalked towards you, like you were a prey she was ready to kill and feast on. But then, she simply sits on the edge of 'your' bed and begins to undress herself, slipping her zipper down as it revealed a petticoat underneath, and a corset that held her curved body together like a contorted doll, laced too tightly. You were so happy to get her out of it at one point, but when she stripped this time, it was intimidating.

"Darling." She whispered as she leaned in to caress your cheek. "I had to." She smiled, and that smile was so wicked, like the demoness Lilith had come to life in front of you.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

When you first met Vittoria, it was at a gala. A gala meant to celebrate Vittoria Costanzo's newest fashion collection, based on something you didn't bother listening to. You dressed in whatever your Father wanted you to dress in, which was most of the time, dresses that appealed to the male gaze in hopes of finding you a catch of a husband he could give you away to.

"Ah... Mister [l/n], what a pleasure to meet you." The woman that approached you was stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair was tossed into victory curls, showing off her gorgeous neckline and strong collarbone. She was dressed head to toe in red, the colour of blood. Even her lips, so delicate and beautifully shaped, were stained in that perfect shade of crimson that seemed to draw in attention to her and only her. You wondered whether she had informed everyone that she was the only one allowed to wear red on that day.

"And who might this cute little lady be?" Little lady? You were about the same age as her.

"Ah, this is my daughter, I don't believe you've met." Grinned your Father as he pat you forward, introducing you to the woman.

"A pleasure to meet you." You curtsied quaintly.

Instead of returning the curtsey, Vittoria snatched your gloved hand and planted a kiss there. Like a gentleman would to a lady. The red lipstick stained your gloves, marking you as her own.

"The pleasure is all mine." Her eyes glinted and you felt your cheeks heat up, as if she could see right through you. "As much as I'd love to stay here and chat with the both of you, I have to go entertain the rest of my sponsors." Vittoria grinned charmingly, "I'm sure you understand, Mister [l/n]." She waved goodbye to the two of you and you swore you saw her wink in your direction.

Before you could compose yourself, you heard your father groan and gag. "I cannot believe a woman like her would dare show her face and intentions like that."

"What do you mean?" You turned to him. Your father was never a pleasant man, but he would never say something so outright.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned down. "That woman is rumoured to be queer." He spat out the word like it was the worst thing he could say. "Of course, a working woman would be something like that. She has no man in her life, so she wants to prey on innocent girls." Laughed your Father, which made you cringe.

"I will go get a cup of lemonade." You said to him as you flitted away like a butterfly as he went to talk to some other influential man.

Just as you picked out a drink, one of the waiters came over to you. "Madam Costanza has told me to deliver this message to you." You tilted your head as you looked at the tray he was carrying, a small card placed on it. You hesitantly took it and flipped it over, only reading it when you saw that no one was looking in your direction.

"That dress looks amazing on you. Perhaps if you come to my studio one of these days, I could design an even better dress for you." The card was sealed with a kiss from her red lipstick. Your gloved fingers smeared over the stain as you let out a sharp breath. The card wasn't signed, but you knew who had written it to tempt you.

Thus was the start of your affair with Vittoria Constanza, the most skilled fashion designer in Italy.

So how in the world did it end up this way? Your Father had figured out that you were having an affair with the lady and barred you from leaving your room, trying different forms of 'therapy' on you to convert you back into a normal woman. But nothing worked. He grew angrier day by day because of that. Not to mention, an illusive crime syndicate had decided to ruin his business with backstreet dealings. They exposed his tax fraud and more, which caused your Father to grow bankrupt and yet still, he did not allow you out of his grasp.

Then, that same mafia that ruined your family's business stormed your house. It was too obvious, not at all like the subtle actions the mafia normally acted out. It was chaotic and messy as they slaughtered any and all bodyguards that tried to fight back.

You felt strong arms behind you, force-feeding you some spill that you almost puked out. But the man simply shoved it in.

The last thing you saw was your Father's head being blown open by the a gun that Isabella held. She had pulled the trigger, and you screamed weakly before collapsing in the arms of the man.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Vittoria leaned over. "Are you feeling better? You've been out for a bit." She said in such a sweet tone, cooing at you like she had done when she cradled you in her arms inside of her fashion studio.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Vitta, Darling. Your Vittoria." She smiled. "Don't tell me those drugs changed your memory, my dear!" She chuckled. "I would have to kill the scientists that gave it to me."

"That's not what I meant!" You tried to get up, but you were restrained. Thank god the drug was starting to wear off, though, at least you could use your hands now. "You- you're part of the mafia." You said, terrified of the woman seated over you.

"Oh dear, I'm not just part of the mafia. When I join something, I make sure that I'm always at the top of it." Overconfidence dripped from her tongue as she rolled her eyes, "I rule the mafia. And I've taken you in to be a Queen by my side."

"Are you fucking crazy!" You yelled at her.

"Crazy in love, yes." She leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "I understand that you don't want to forgive me right now, but this is just a spat between lovers. You'll forgive me eventually." She smiled softly, pressing yet another kiss to your restrained form.

You weren't sure of what lay ahead this odd fate God had thrust you into but you were sure you would never forgive Vittoria.

"I love you." She whispered, pressing yet another kiss, this time to your forehead.

"In this world of shadows, you're the only light in my life. So I won't let you escape."

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ultra-raging-ghost · 3 months

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All my egg designs!!

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Design gushing under the cut vv

SO my height hc's for the eggs may be a lil controversial but i have several reasons lol

-Dapper, tallest, obviously in cannon bbh is a tall mf and dapper's the oldest demon it would make sense to me for her to be the tallest. A lot of ppl draw them in full suit but i prefer the sweater + button up look? I still gave him the bow that i enjoy drawing him with - sometimes i put it on his hat sometimes i put it on his neck lol also!!! i gave him blue accents and freckles for skeppy!!!

-Tallulah, second tallest, have you fucking seen wilbur soot?? wilbur soot is possibly the second tallest man ive seen in my entire life only preceeded by a 7 ft tall blonde man i met at the hospital, his daughter's gonna be tall. If dapper wasnt there she would be the tallest egg nobody can convince me otherwise. Obviously i gave her the classic wilbur sweater and beanie but i wanted her clothes to be pretty intentional - in my heart the death family all wear the cancer bows, so her and chayanne both have one and for Tallulah it's the only cool color in her palate aside from her matching shawl. Also it pained me to give her short hair but unfortunately its cannon :') oh also!! her hearing aid :D I also gave her little underdeveloped wings - theyre still growing in!! Alongside that theyre very downy, still got a bunch of pinfeathers and fluff <3

-Ramon, third tallest, in my mind ramon in a fucking unit. I gave him thick clothing and leather accents, good materials for hands on work and such, itll last a long time it makes sense Fit MC of 2b2t would dress ramon for function rather than fashion (although he still looks adorable). I normally see people drawing him with this wind breaker hat and goggles i dont really understand, ive always envisioned him with a welding mask (is that what theyre called??)!! I gave him pac's big doe eyes and a pair of soundproof pacman over-the-head headphones!!

-Chayanne, i dont know a ton about him but i do know hes a protector and i have seen what people draw of him!! Obviously i gave him the cancer pinned to his jacket, and as for his jacket its just a simple hoodie with a duck print on the front pocket. I wanted his palate to be yellow and purple - yellow for phil, purple for missa, wow revolutionary/s. His pants are tore up a lil and have stitching and patches in them (see the anarchy patch). His wings are more developed than his sister's and are pretty full with a dark, organized feathers. I gave him a shield, it has two wings on it (one light for missa, one dark for phil) i just feel like he'd carry one.

-Leo, i may have projected on her a lil <3 She's a softball girl in my heart!! Shes average height and kind of stocky cause in my mind shes very athletic. She mostly resembles Foolish, appearing mostly as a Totem, but she has purple accents such as in her clothing and eyes that are reminiscent of Vegeeta!

-Empanada, very short but still the tallest of the newest batch of eggs. She's the string bean of the bunch but i imagine under all the fluffy clothing shes a little muscular, gets it from her mamae bagi!!! I dressed her in mostly neutral and pink tones to match her sign and hat color - and as for her hat i imagine it as a VERY stylized beret, similar to pommes but it designed to look like a stack of pancakes with syrup pooling beneath them and the button on top is supposed to appear like a little square of butter!! Her horns, wings, and tail are white like mouse and tina's and she wears them proudly, even if she only has one horn <3 Her hair's split in two, black and pink.

-Pomme is very short, and she's dressed very fancily!! I like to imagine theres a stark contrast between the lolita/semiformal fashion of pomme and dapper to the informal wear of the rest of their siblings. The pattern on her dress is big apples trailing along the bottom of her skirt, and she's got star pattern tights to represent Etoiles <3 She's kind of a lil cryptid child, with a mouth at the back of her head just above her neck grinning away and two twin braids that float alongside her head.

-Richas!!! The shortest of the older eggs, his designs very simple mostly because he already wears a shirt which is the main focal point of his design for me. He's always been a cargo shorts egg to me, i dont know why!! But he lives in cargo shorts!! Richas chooses to be barefoot, its how he came into this world its how he'll leave. I actually looked up a prosthetic leg for reference for him and the top portion of prosthetic legs are usually patterned for the person wearing them, and i cant help but imagine that richas would choose for his leg to be the most atrocious yellow to ever exist and have all his family sign it. This is unseen, but under his hair he's wearing a bandanna with the brazilian flag on it! When viewed from behind you can see the knot tied around the back of his head, and when his hair's out of his eyes you could see it plastered to his forehead. I gave him lil horns because in my heart of hearts he's a demon, that lil egg is bad's egg too in my heart nobody can tell me otherwise.

-Sunny, one of the first eggs i designed - shes dressed just as i was as a child and by that i mean shes 100% a trailer park princess. They sport a "2 COOL 4 SCHOOL" shirt, with a plastic silver crown with jewels in it, and a pair of light up sketchers!! She has bear ears and paws and a bear-like nose and tail, they view Fred as their step-pa and he was the second parent they ever knew, it makes sense she'd wanna look like him!!

-Codeflippa looks almost identical to Juanaflippa, except she floats and is slightly greener... and is glitching..... and the shirt heart's on the other side than charlie remembers, but who's counting aye?? after your third death and revival maybe things get messy - hes not judging!!! I have this HC that the fed's aren't the only ones who can revive the eggs - theyre just the ones who've perfected it. I like to imagine codeflippa is the code/the rebellion's attempt at egg revival.

-Pepito, the smallest egg alive!! smallest ever so itty bitty so tiny!! only two months old!! Pepitos the smallest egg obviously, Pepito's wearing a cute little jumper with matching socks that dont really fit properly but are still just the cutest little thing to me <3 Pepito has devil horns and a tail because bad was the only person to really care for pepito properly before Q came along. Pepito mostly looks like a mix of roier and quackity, sporting a matching yellow pair of duck wings <3 I was tempted to put pepito in pepito's xmas bows because they were just the CUTEST but i restrained myself

-The dead eggs, the smallest.... Most of these babies were less than a month old when they passed for one reason or another so theyre all very tiny :') Flippa mostly looks like charlie, but she's got layered shirt and layered her skirt on top of her pants because he nor marianna know how to dress a baby </3 Tilin is a carbon copy of Q, she's a very shy young lad, shoeless and wearing one of Q's jackets which are absolutely huge on her. Not seen is his yellow pair of duck wings - theyre still baby wings so theyre very small and hidden behind him, full of downy feathers <3 Trumpet we didnt know for very long, but they were very fun to design!! Maxo definitely loved him, so i modeled his clothing after him mostly. I was trying to go for something like Blacklight aesthetic?? black paired with bright, contrasting patterns that would look good under a blacklight. Bobby is dressed the most ummm domestically id say. Very simply, like he was living on a farm and spent his days in the soft grass. I imagine he was shoeless by choice, because it was fun!! It was very obvious jaiden and roier loved him, so i tried to give him a kind expression and well taken care of wings. His feathers are still kind of downy and muted, but theyre more developed than Tilin's and are very well taken care of! I wanted his bandana and overalls to be the centerpiece of his design so aside from those he's got a plain white baggy shirt. I imagine its made of linen or something, bobby would smell like fresh laundry all the time..

-Gegg.

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 7 months

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A ghost face x child!reader who’s Sidney little sister?🤔

Seems like this anon and the last one are sharing same braincell.

I'm not sure if you meant ghostface Or Billy.... Or Stu.... Or the others.... So i decided to do this a little differently

Edit: I just realised this was probably supposed to be a head cannon but my thick skulled brain realised too late.

Ghostface x child! Sidney's little sister! Reader!

Warnings:

Relationship: platonic!!

Ghostface was only seen as a serial killer whose sole purpose was wanting to be famous and popular. All about the movies. A killer with no other sole purpose or motive.

Out of the people the ghostface himself would've thought of being attached to, he never expected he would be attached to the younger sister of the girl he's going to kill.

The masked black robed knife wielding killer would find himself sitting somewhere near a tree with a small child next to him rambling about what's going on at home or at school.

He also finds himself listening or not at all. Most of the time focusing on the little person and wondering why he's sitting down with her instead of stalking and killing other people. He wouldn't think of killing the girl besides him, he isn't really fond of the thought of that.

But more of playing and interacting with the kid who he knows as "Y/n". Sometimes scaring her a little bit with the house phone at night. He doesn't mean any real harm from it.

Growing more attached than he ever thought he would've. Day by day growing more anxious at the idea of killing Sidney.

'What would she think? What would y/n do? Finding out the person who calls himself Ghostface, who has basically been your best friend, murdering your older sister?'

Through the thin fabrics of his mask, he watches intently at the two figures chatting. His leather gloves gripped tightly against the handle of his knife. Frustrated at himself earlier when he had quite some time convincing y/n that the killer who had been murdering people near where she lives wasn't him. Why was he so fixed on making sure the girl wasn't scared of him? What got him to act like this?

Y/n didn't even seem to be scared in the slightest. Her words ringing almost endlessly inside his mind.

"I know you aren't. Because you're my best friend, and my best friend would never do something like that!"

What would she do if she found out that yes, indeed her 'best friend' would do something like that.

Staring at Sidney reach out to grab something from the cabinets. Then looking over at the shorter girl who jumped excitedly at seeing her favorite snacks in the hands of her sister.

His leather gloves let go but the knife remains grasped.

Sighing, he stood up and turned around. Now listening to the sound the ground and boots make every time he takes a step. It seems he would have to delay a little further until he figures things out.

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Despite his very edgy thoughts from above, he acts completely different around you.

You can practically hear him beam behind his mask, always running around carrying you at night and shit since he can't really go out in the morning.

Doesn't want you finding out his real identity cause what if you accidentally spill the beans? Then everything will be ruined. He wouldn't really mind if you mentioned him as ghostface only to Sidney cause it'll probably make her on edge more. But then she'll probably never let you out alone again.

So he made you promise and swear 20 times to never reveal his existence.

Also since this is Ghostface.. His way of loving (platonically here ofc) isn't exactly considered... Normal. Extremely dead set on making sure he doesn't do anything or spill anything to make you scared of him unless he knows you won't. Won't ever tell you the truth either until or unless he's cornered.

Does a lot of stuff with you. Either drawing, singing, dancing, cooking (in someone's house or yours when no one is home) or playing some random sports. (Unless it's in winter, he's SWEATING)

Every time you get a house call at night you're 99% sure it's from Ghostface. He either starts with something sounding series or straight up tells a corny pun.

Would get emotional whenever you verbally make it apparent that you appreciate him. Like fr.

He can't stand the thought of hurting you. Ever. (Plus he would probably technically murder someone who ever looks in your way a little wrong.)

You can tell him all your 4-12 year old problems and he would fix like.... 99.9% of them. (By murder and threats) and that one 0.1% is a real problem. (That he can't fix by murder and threats)

His urge for killing Sidney will be half nulled since he sees how close you two are. Overtime he'll be more and more unsure of what to do, he doesn't want you to hate him in any way.

But for the time being, he's just gonna cherish his time with you because he feels he's too far gone in the dark maze to back away and find his way out.

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Here's a Special Wednesday Post, I'm trying to cherish my time before the exams hit me. Have a good day :) !

#ghost face x child! reader (platonic)#ghostface #x child reader imagine #x child! reader platonic #child!reader #scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu matcher #other ghostfaces or something idk #slasher fluff #slasher x child! reader (platonic)

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melody-starlight · 4 months

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🎉🎆🎇HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024!!! 🎇🎆🎉

This is some sort of a special thing (with @sirensea14 cause she is by far one of the best friends I ever had in my life, she made me smile multiple times, she made me happy when I was feeling upset, I thought I would be completely alone, but I am so relieved to know that I wasn't- tysm Siren <333 and I hope you will like the gift I made for you 🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🥹)

I also wanna thank my other amazing friends/mutuals who made me smile this year! ♡♡♡

@potatoreak aaaaaa where do I begin?? Reak you are one of the sweetest and kindest friends and Moots I have ever met!! 🥺🥺 I can't thank you enough for making me smile when I need it!! I would never the art trade we made together! ;w; you seriously mean a lot to me!! And I hope you are having a great new year!! >w<

@lunarshadow04 eeeee!! I smiled a lot when you followed me!! And your responses to my fan arts always made my days better qwq I appreciate it so much more than anything!! I hope we can get along well and maybe we can become friends <333 you are an awesome bean!!

@tired-writer-in-progress TOGO!!! The art trades we did together! And we have a lot in common :D you are so talented girl!! I mean it!! Your Ocs are pretty cute and lovely!! Keep it up togo!! You will become one of the greatest artists one day!! Never give up!! >:3

@playingwithmatchboxes Sis, I know you left tumblr, but I would never forget everything you've done for me, that one wholesome rp we did together, you cherished me, supported me, listened to me when I needed, you were literally a big sister that I wished I had in my life <333 I am not sure when we will meet up again, but I hope to see you soon big sis, please take care of yourself and I hope 2024 will be a great for you and your family 💗💗💗💗

@grim-ghou1 awww one of my wholesome mooties 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶 you are pretty wholesome yourself!! >:3 keep up being cool!! Thank you so much for tagging me in posts that made me smile <333 you made me feel a lot better and I hope we can get to know more each other ^w^

@herr-aka-somecutenerd HERR!!! I know we didn't talk to each other a lot, but i am glad that we followed each other few years back then!! I love your art sm and I am happy to know that we both cherished our F/Os and our aesthetics together <33 ☆☆☆ you were very kind to me :,3 I I would never forget that! <33

@overanalyst556 we only each other not long ago but you were fun to talk!! Thanks for the lovely asks you sent me and I really enjoyed them a lot <333 I hope we can get closer! :)

@joficeandwind HEWO THERE MY DUDE!! LISTEN TO ME!! DON'T GIVE UP!! if you have a talent! Don't waste it!! Do anything that you enjoy and that you love the most!! I believe in you!! And I know you will do great things!! Have a faith in yourself!! And you will be proud of yourself >:)

@mochlinathecuphead241 MOCHA <333 I loved your art months ago and I am happy that I followed you to the day!! <333 you deserve all the support from other people!! Thank you for making me smile and you have such a great talent!! Your OCs are so lovely and they have a great design and story!! Looking forward to hear more about their lore!! <333

@cupsie AAHHHH ONE OF MY EARLIEST FOLLOWERS HERE!! ♡♡♡♡♡ I can't thank you enough for your support for my drawings and making me feel more encouraged about my stuff ;w; I love your OCs!! It was so fun drawing them!! And OCs interaction made me happier than before!! ♡♡♡ ✨️🥰🥰 I hope I can make more fan arts for you and keep up with your awesome drawings!!

@mytherbalegwladys hello!! Tysm for following me back and I still had fun with art collab last time!! Tysm for the fan arts you made for me and I love your art sm!! You are a super talented and creative artists 💗💗💗💗🤍🤍🤍

@alice-the-kittycat-yt ALICE!!! I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR DRAWING MY SONA MELODY <333 🎵 🎶💜💜💜💜💜 YOU MADE ME SMILE AND YOU MADE MY CHRISTMAS DAY SM BETTER!!! YOUR ART IS WONDERFUL AND I HOPE WE CAN TALK MORE FURTHER NEXT TIME!!!! :D

And I want to thank my other cool mooties such as @shankss-perfect-ass @ciciandthemeeps @angel-beloved @onecupofsugar @megan-the-cupgirl @ann-jiiiiii and to everyone else!! ♡♡♡◇◇ (I will try to find more to make sure to wouldn't forget anyone aaaa or if i am just too shy to tag everyone ;; but i love you all <33)

#artists on tumblr #my art #manami draws 🍭#babtqftim #cuphead #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #fan art #bendy #inky mystery #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #qftim cuphead #qftim bendy #gift art #im cuphead #im bendy #happy new year ♡♡#this is also my first attempt at drawing fireworks lol #but i like how it turned out #<3

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I can't get what the darlings would look like as fae out of my head. Like once the boys decide "alright time to live in the fae wilds again" the darlings humanity will be gone.

Like I always imagined Love would look like the most beautiful person you've ever seen or maybe like someone you know that gave you good memories. She just makes you feel all warm and she's just so nice always worrying about you. As you spend more time with her you just start feeling so depressed when away from her. She's like a drug you just can't stay away from but she is named Love after all how could you not love her? You just one day can't get out of bed. The sadness is just unbearable you never even realized she was eating all your happiness till it was too late. But some people can see how she really looks, she has this uncanny valley look. You just can't get the thought that her eyes are too big or that her nose is just slightly off and does she have sharp teeth?

Then there's Liebling who probably looks the most different. I imagine she'd kind of look like König but more soft and cute. She'd have fur but only on her arms and legs reaching up to her navel. Speaking of her legs they'd look like an animals with the knees bent back and of course she'd have toe beans just to add to the cuteness. She'd leave little paw prints behind just leading you right to her. She seems very friendly small spines similar to a hedgehog and no claws in sight. Lieblings fluffy tail is even lazily swaying back in forth almost saying "Come here I won't bite!" How could you say no to that coming closer you reach out to pet her. But then her claws come out and her spines grow suddenly. She was just hiding them, and the last thing you see is her sharp teeth coming at your throat.

I'll be honest Crybaby probably wouldn't want to be the thing she's been running from her whole life. But I don't think Threat would give her a choice. It would be easy to just say that she's a moth but while she would have wings they aren't made for flying in the air. I see her as more of a water fae due to her shy and scaredy cat nature. She'd probably be that fae that observes you from a pond while you play with your friends. Crybaby's very creative when it comes to everything even hunting but not very social so she'd prefer if you came to her. Maybe you hear some whimpering outside your tent. You leave it only to see a woman hunched over in the shallows. Her large sweater soaked and her hair just wet but almost looking like the water is coming from it not dripping off the tips. You go near maybe cause your curious or just stupid but either way a poor girl is in distress. Coming near was a mistake because the second you get close enough she drags you into the depths of her pond. Her water wings come out to drag you deeper her webed hands now visible and digging into you with her claws.

Idk I just like to think about these girls who just finally go feral once that human part of them is gone. Cause I feel like once you transform you don't think eating humans is wrong anymore since you aren't one.

OOOOH I love this. I also have thoughts on how the darlings look when they turn fae and they're very similarly aligned.

OC talk and descriptions under the cut:

Love absolutely just grows more and more beautiful with each year that passes, you're right. If you've ever read the "Uglies" trilogy I think she definitely has that "Pretty" uncanny vibe, the eyes that are too big and doe-y, the lips that part just too perfectly, there's a certain softness to her that seems made to disarm you. She's the prettiest person in every room she enters, constantly drawing stares and attention. You're right she's like a memory, warm and nostalgic, hiding the painful truth of her nature behind sweet words and a soft smile. Feeding off your happiness is the best case scenario. Worst case she's the pretty bait in Ghost's trap, the lure meant to draw fish to the surface. Seers can pick out the fishing line, the angler fish's jaws that hide in her shadow. Her touch carries a chill, she's the beautiful dream of warmth before hypothermia sets in, feeling of fire that makes men strip in the snow. She's the prey of everything that lurks in humanity's desperation, drawing you further off the path as you try to grab for her, smiling and laughing at the game of it before the shadows close in around you. You're lucky if she sucks all the happiness out of you, at least there's a chance you'll live through that.

Liebling is definitely the most changed, also because I don't think the fae that König's influence turns her into is what she would be if she was fae from the beginning. No pretty thorny blackberry fae in this au, she's definitely more fauna than flora. And I actually think she'd be a little doe-ish, another fae meant to lure people into König's trap, and his own prey as well. A rabbit sort of vibe would fit her well too, very picky with her people, running at the first sign of movement, and König gets to squish her little toe beans until she kicks him. There's something about her that makes you want to brave her scowl, something that keeps drawing you in, that makes you follow her tracks into the woods, despite her tail working to clear them away. Something that makes you stop when she does, when she turns and cocks her head to look at you all her spines clicking with nervous anticipation. Something that makes you look up at the red eyes and dripping teeth that stand over her, as tall and natural as the trees, just waiting to snap, or perhaps waiting for her to lunge first.

Crybaby is interesting, she'd fight becoming fae the whole way down, dragged into the deep end and force under by Threat. And when she breaks the water's surface what is she? She's shivering in the cold, she never learned to swim, she's weighed down by her jumper and her boots. Her wings are wet, she can't fly, can't escape Threat's web. Some unsuspecting fool offers her their hand and they smell so warm, so caring, she wants that. She wants their warmth, wants their care, sinks her teeth into them before she can reason out what she's smelling. I think if Crybaby were born a fae she'd be a Selkie, cursed to be caught and kept captive by the person that loves her, made human by circumstance the same way she's made fae here. There's no threat in her eyes, no sharpness to her downy soft fluff, she has dogs to hunt for her, dogs to chase you towards her so she can offer you some false safety before devouring you. Don't mind her tears love, they're not from guilt, not anymore.

#ghoul speaks #fae au #oc: love #oc: liebling #oc: crybaby #oc talk

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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year

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HEY, IT'S A FREAKING ENORMOUS SMILE FOR ME FANCOMIC!! there is a very real chance that if you're new from twitter following me here, you followed me for this!! I don't blame you!! I'm real dang proud of this and it was a true labor of love!!! I have more like this I would like to draw soon, too...

(full transcript slash detailed image descriptions under the cut!)

PAGE 1 The comic title, COOKING, is written at the top of the page in big handwritten bubble-letters colored in pale peach.

Panel one shows Kamal, wearing a brown-and-red striped turtleneck sweater, standing next to Habit, wearing a fluffy teal-blue sweater over a pink button-up and blue jeans. Kamal is lightly grimacing, looking mildly embarrassed and rubbing his right arm with his left hand, while Habit stands with his hands on his hips and a big grin. Kamal: So, um, something that we only realized after we started living together... ...turns out neither of us can cook. Like. At all. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I can make "spaghetti" (smiley face) Kamal: Yeah that barely counts. (in smaller text) I guess I can't talk, though... I was living off Chinese takeout and hot dogs...

Panel two shows Habit on the left, smiling warmly and holding up Putunia with both hands, who is grinning and holding both fists in the air triumphantly. Kamal is on the bottom right of the panel, shrugging. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): But now we have "Putunia"!! Putunia (shouting): THAT'S ME!!! Kamal: So, uh, we had to figure out the whole "cooking" thing. 'Cause we're the adults here or whatever...?

The third panel is marked with a big handwritten caption of "SO THEY LEARNED TO COOK". Below that, Kamal, left, and Habit, right, are standing wearing frilly aprons - Kamal's yellow with pink-and-red trim and a heart on the chest; Habit's light green with dark green trim and flowers on the chest. Habit is also still holding Putunia in one arm, while the other hand gives a thumbs up. Putunia is smiling with her limbs dangling limply like a kitten. Kamal (in small font): How did you just... have these ready...?

PAGE 2 In the large top panel, Kamal, still wearing the apron, is smiling, wearing red oven mitts with yellow flowers, and holding a blue plate with freshly-cooked samosas that are emitting a cloud of steam. Kamal: I, um, actually ended up calling my mom for advice, and she's been teaching me all her old recipes? I didn't really appreciate her cooking growing up - you know, you're a dumb kid and you just want pizza 'cause all your friends are getting pizza... But now... I dunno, it makes me feel closer to her. Feels like I'm carryin' on something important. And there's something real nice about getting to share a family recipe with people I lo- CARE ABOUT.

The second panel shows Habit leaning in from the right, smiling slightly mischievously and clutching his hands near his face. Putunia is also bursting in from the bottom right, smiling and throwing her fists in the air. Kamal is visibly flustered, sweating and yelling, jostling the plate of samosas. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I still need to meet your mom!! Kamal (yelling): I- I told you, I'm not ready for that yet!! (in smaller text) Ugh, she keeps bugging me about coming over to meet you two... Putunia (yelling): I WANNA MEET KAMAL-MOM!! KA-MOM!!!!!

PAGE 3 The large top panel shows Habit in his apron, smiling, holding up a wooden spoon in his left hand and a wooden fork in his left. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I've been learning to do "new things" with my favorite foods!!! (smiley face) "Homemade sauce"!! "Black bean burger"!! "Crabo"- "Crabounara"- "Cbabao"- "Ca"- Fancy spaghetti.

The second panel shows him in the same pose and expression, but now pointing upwards with his left hand. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Also!!! I

The next panel abruptly cuts to a nervous-looking shadow-Habit, with an equally-nervous looking Kamal (no longer wearing the apron) peeking in from the right side of hte frame. Habit: um

PAGE 4 The large top panel shows Habit smiling nervously, looking more subdued than normal, lightly scratching his chin with his right pointer finger. Kamal, smiling proudly, is hugging onto his left arm. Habit (with a normal speech pattern): I... so, for a long time, I didn't even want to look at food from... where I grew up. Too many bad associations for me, yes? But, now that I'm in a better place, I'm trying to reconnect in ways that feel safe for me. Food has been a nice way to do that. Lets me build new memories to replace bad ones. Kamal: Proud of ya, big guy

The next panel shows Habit back to his usual bubbly self, smiling, wearing the flower-patterned oven-mitts and holding up a plate with a Medovik cake (a type of Russian honey cake) topped with berries. IN the background, Kamal and Putunia both stare at the cake, Kamal visibly drooling, Putunia with stars in her eyes. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): The baking is "ESPECIALLY GOOD"!!! Today I made "Медови́к" ("Medovik" in Russian script)!!! Kamal (in small text): it looks so good... Putunia (in small text): CAKE!!!!!!

The final panel cuts to Kamal drawn from the chest-up, looking slightly sheepish and scratching his chin. Kamal: Um, so that's the other thing we've discovered through all this. It turns out, uh...

PAGE 5 The top panel shows Kamal (left), Putunia (center), and Habit (right) all sitting at a table with a yellow-and-red checkered tablecloth, eating the Medovik cake. Kamal, with a sheepish expression, is leaning forward with his elbows on the table, right arm resting down and left raising a fork to his mouth, with a plate with a slice of cake to his right. Putunia is pumping her right fist and raising the left, holding a fork with some cake on it, into the air triumphantly, shouting with delight. Habit is resting his head in his hands with both elbows on the table, looking delighted, a slice of cake and a fork to his left. The cake itself, with a cake-serving knife to the left side, is in the center of the table. Kamal: ...we... all have a giant sweet tooth... (in smaller text) Oh my god I feel like such a hypocrite... Putunia (in small text): YUMMY!!!!!! Habit (in small text; misspelled Habitspeak): Isn't it?? Isn't it??

The next two panels cut in close on Kamal and Habit, from roughly the chest-up, as they both eat. Kamal is chewing with a guilty expression, holding his fork near his chest, while Kamal is smiling and lifting a bite of cake to his mouth with a fork held delicately in his right hand. Kamal: How did this happen?? We are literally both dentists?? Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): "You" are. "I" don't have to worry about that anymore

The next panel shows Kamal grimacing, gesturing with his fork, while Habit chews with a smug grin. Kamal: Yeah, not how that works. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Plus I brush my teeth 4 to 60 times per day so they are "perfect" Kamal: Also not how that works. (in smaller text) Please talk to your therapist about that I worry about you

The next panel cuts to Putunia, on the right, shoving her empty plate towards Kamal with a determined expression. Kamal stares back with one eyebrow raised. Putunia (shouting): I WANT MORE CAKE!!! Kamal: Uh huh. And what do we say about that? Putunia (shouting): MORE CAKE PLEASE??

The final panel shows Kamal, on the left, slicing into the cake, while Putunia to the right watches with a smile and her plate held up. Habit comes up behind her, also holding out his empty plate and watching with a smile. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Kamal me too Kamal (smiley face) Kamal: Well, if you're both having seconds...

PAGE 6 The final page has a full-page panel illustration. Kamal, grimacing with his hands on his hips, is looking down at a messy sink full of dirty cooking implements. Behind him, Habit, scratching his chin, looks away sheepishly while Putunia to his right cheers, hands in the air. Kamal: Okay, now which of us is gonna be the adult who does the dishes Habit: not it Putunia (shouting): NOT IT!!! Kamal: oh my god

#smile for me #kamal bora #boris habit #habismal #putunia mollar #anonymous puzzler art #this is the longest comic I've drawn in a LONG while and i am EXTREMELY proud of it!!! i would like to do more soon!!!#i want to make medovik so bad now.#long post

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anitabighug · 1 year

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❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [ ♡ ♡ ♡ ] Chapter Two; But Why Can’t I? ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●

It had been a few weeks at this point. You’d settled into a comfortable routine, and you continued that routine today as usual. Sleep in, spruce up, enjoy a fulfilling breakfast, and scurry outside to collect samples of the various flora and fauna scattered through the neighbourhood. You were thrilled with the prospects in front of you; it was almost as if this place had just never been explored! Everything was fresh and new, and every day was fantastic! You could always hear distant cheery music, unless you ventured too close to the woods– you were already warned by Barnaby that it wasn’t safe to head in too far, and you took the words to heart. Today, you focused on some of the grass in the area, collecting a pot and uncaring how dirty your coat or hands got. You took in a deep breath of the sample. It smelled like granny smiths. How absurd!!! You hurry home to place your spoils in your greenhouse, only to find a pair of friends arguing on your porch as you approach. Ah! A scientific lesson must be in order today, as part of their cheery adventure. Though, they didn’t look so cheery today. These visits happened occasionally, though you almost wish they happened more. “They just can, Julie! Its what butterflies do, and what you do not!” Frank told her sternly, which only caused another huff from the girl. It was only now that you noticed an absurd costume on Julie’s back, a pair of cardboard wing with crudely made handles on each of the corners. It looked like she had put a lot of effort in to the getup; she had a headband with cute bouncing antennae, and the wings were painted exquisitely, though it seemed they’d hardly had time to dry before she’d rushed on with her own experiment. Grass and dirt flaked the edges of it, stuck in the paint with no escape in sight. You let out a knowing sigh, announcing your presence to the pair. “Oh! Thank goodness, just the purple person we were looking for!!!” Exclaimed Julie, who hurried to your side to hustle you inside and to your lab. Couldn’t very well explain out here, now could you? After opening the door to the pristine lab, she turned on her heel and continued, throwing her hands in the air, “Daisy DeWitt! Why can a butterfly fly, and why can’t I???” Ah, yes. There it was. You giggle and set the pair each in a comfy bean bag chair as you roll your blackboard in from its hiding space, and your lesson begins. Julie wiggles in her seat excitedly, after sticking her tongue out at Frank. He scowls at her, but turns towards the blackboard quickly, brow furrowed as he listened intently in the lesson that was practically tailored for him. “Well, you see, Julie my dear! The answer is simple; Physics!!!” You exclaim, and turn towards your audience as your drawings finish. A little, tiny butterfly. A big, giant Julie. You explain kindly that to fly, Julie would need to be much, much lighter, and have much, much bigger, stronger wings. You quickly sketch an approximate size of the wings she’d need for her size, and Julie’s jaw drops. “Truthfully, Frank is right! A butterfly is made to fly, and unfortunately, you are not!” Frank looks smug at this revelation, and Julie looks absolutely devastated. “BUT!” You shock them both to attention, a catlike smirk crossing your face, “You see, with science, anything is possible!!! Anyone can fly!” With a flourish, you flip the blackboard to the other side, where a large diagram of an airplane is visible, “Nowadays, we make big machines! They can help many, many people fly at once. Its not impossible, dear Julie. You just need a little help from science!” Your audience claps at this revelation, and the three of you make your way back to your front door, the two of them satisfied with their answer. They thank you, and tell you goodbye. No doubt to continue their adventure, maybe to head to Howdy’s to see if they can order a plane. You watch them go with a smile, but it fades slowly once they turn their backs. You’re disappointed, honestly. Your neighbours seem so sweet and kind, but you don’t seem to be making much headway in making better friends with them at all. You close the door, wondering if maybe you should have offered them some lemonade, or cookies, though admittedly you didn’t have the hosting items in stock that you’d hope to. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● He’d been observing you closely, though he couldn’t put a pin in why. You seem trustworthy enough, and his friends liked you. So why, just why, couldn’t he get you out of his head? He peered through your window as you prepared your lunch, same as always. You liked consistency, and you liked your solitude; so why did you look so sad when the neighbours left your home? At least this scouting wasn’t a total wash, Wally mused to himself, as he heard you start to sing to the macaroni on your stovetop. Music wasn’t unheard of in Home, far from it in fact! The puppets often had feelings so big they just had to sing them out (pushing past this compulsion was a terrible idea), and Sally’s plays often had musical numbers spiced in that everyone adored. This, however, was different. It was quiet, just for you, singing and swaying as you strained the pasta in the sink. It was awfully cute. You seemed free to be yourself at these times, bouncing around your little space with reckless abandon, only barely taking time to clean up after yourself after you finished. How nice it would feel, to be included, singing along and dancing while a meal bubbled away for the two of you… His face flushed, his smile quivered. What? Oh, Wally Darling, What an absurd thought! He shoved it forcefully from his mind and stared even harder at you inside of your home, breathing heavily. Something was dangerous about you, and he was determined to figure it out.

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Almost done, just had to mix the juice, and the salad, and then your nice, simple, feel-better lunch would be complete! You’d made this one special, you’d even have some extra left for dinner!! At least, you thought you would. The insistent rapping at the door told you otherwise. You covered the pot and set it off to the side safely before wiping your hands on your apron, and wandering to the door. You never really got more than one visitor a day, so you weren’t quite sure what to expect. Definitely not Wally Darling, with his suave grin, straightening his ascot outside your door. “Oh! Good afternoon, Mr. Darling! How can I help you today?” You ask with a cock of your head. He almost winces at this. You have that habit, and he’d yet to correct you on it, though he sorely wished you’d just call him Wally. “Golly, look at you! Making lunch, are we? I was just in the neighbourhood, and thought you might enjoy some company, Miss DeWitt!” Two could play at that game, he thought. If he could scowl, he would have, when you didn’t seem the least bit upset by his antics. In fact, you lit up instantly. This caught him terribly off guard, and it took every amount of willpower he had to keep his composure. You reply in the affirmative, opening the door wide to let your guest in. A guest– a real, honest to gosh guest! Not a student, not a gift, but a guest! “I was just about finished, please come in!! I’d love it if you joined me!” Not to even mention that this was a good way to save face after the culinary disaster that had happened the first time he had graced you with his presence. He nods and steps inside, taking a deep breath. Oh, wow. He hadn’t been able to smell from outside, but that did smell divine now that he was within the walls. Wally settles himself at the kitchen table as you hurry back and forth to finish the lunch for the two of you, setting the lettuce-filled bowl on the counter and adding various nuts and fixings; noting that you could hear his breath hitch behind you as you chopped an apple into the salad, grinning internally. You’d heard that little tidbit from another friend, and were grateful now for it; You’d be a good host today if it killed you! The apple wasn’t enough to distract him, however. He stared at your back with intense eyes, almost worried for a moment that he might just burn right through you. What was wrong? You kept working away, chopping and mixing and moving… But there was no singing. This wasn’t right. Had he ruined it? Should he leave? Did he upset you? No– No, nonsense! You seemed so happy when he’d stepped inside; Just what had made you stop??? He is about to open his mouth and demand an answer, when a sound stops him dead in his tracks. You tried to keep it to yourself, but honestly… Gastronomy was a science, and boy did you love science. You tried so hard to keep it quiet though, so as not to annoy your guest. You submit to hum the bars of your favourite song instead, your head bouncing softly with an imaginary beat. The air around you softened, the worry starting to slowly melt away… “Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forever more~” A voice sang softly from behind you, almost making you jump out of your felt. It was Wally Darling, of course, and when you turned, he gave you the same cheshire grin you’d seen him do countless times already. His head was resting on his hand, and his half lidded eyes gazed at you lazily, “What a lovely choice, darling. Oh– Don’t stop on my account. Come, continue, continue!!” He encouraged the song and the blush trailing across your cheeks. You let out a giggle, and turn back away from him to finish the juice,

“You are all I long for, all I worship, and adore~” The two of you finished the line, and the next, and the next. The air was easy, and you wished you could hit pause on this moment forever, with your heart full and warm… Your stomach, however, objected to the notion. With another joyful laugh, you serve up a plate for the both of you, along with a glass of the juice, and set up your spot next to his, and fill the void left by the song with light conversation and laughter… ( A/N: Headcanon!! The neighbourhood follows the same laws as a disney movie, and the only one truly immune to singing his big feelings is Wally. If you try to hold it back bad things happen :o) )

#Wally Darling x reader #welcome home fic #welcome home x reader

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