#paw prints anon

[somaticmilk]

The clock is ticking down.

-🐾

WHATS TICKING??

IM SCARED- HELLO??

#paw print anon?? #HELP-

[butmakeitgayblog]

How heartbroken was professor elbow patches when she had to say goodbye to her big fluffy guy?

Devastated

I mean her was her rock when she was at her lowest. All the darkest moments when she was seriously contemplating just what it was that was wrong with her and why she was apparently incapable of giving enough love. And, on the really bad days, contemplating what about her was so unlovable 🥺 The days when she was carrying around the weight of her divorce and everything with Costia after it.

And there he always was. With his big stupid face and that huge butt wiggling like crazy whenever she'd walk in the door. Those adorable hooded eyes always following her around, looking at her like she was the bestest mom and the greatest hooman sized friend in the whole wide world (so what if that look seemed to mysteriously magnify whenever she had food 👀.) He'd been left behind by his last companion because he wasn't perfect and needed a little work, just like she had (or so she'd reasoned.) But he wasn't jaded about it at all, he just loved her, and relied on her, and gave endless affection in return for being exactly who she was.

He was her snuggle bug on lonely nights and an ear to complain to after coming home from the whopping 3 blind dates she'd been on in the previous 2 years before meeting Clarke. He was the reason to drag her ass out of bed and go on her morning walks even when she felt like shutting out the world. He was a fantastic partner in crime when the best she could manage was going to work and then flaking out on the couch. And when Clarke and Madi came along he seemed to fall in love with them every bit as much as she did (which wasn't hard because the dope would fall in love with a rock if it gave him butt scratches, but still.)

They were a family.

He was her guy.

And it took several months for Clarke to gently coax her into the idea of getting another dog, because no other one could ever replace him, and they never would 💕

#anon #teach me #prof/stu au #he was her first dog ever and those hold a special place #she got a tree ornament made of his paw print in plaster #and Clarke paints a portrait of her hugging his big goofy face that hangs in the livingroom🥺 #big boy Sal

[baronessblixen]

Doggo fact I’d like to share : when my dad was young he had a Boxer and one time she was playing and walked in tar, then walked in the garage which left paw prints all over the floor. Now she’s been gone for about 30 years but the footprints are still there on the concrete floor, which is always fun to remember how they got here!

Aww 🥹 that way she can always be remembered! I love that. I found a paw print of my first dog that I made for my grandmother at her apartment. I love things like that.

#lovely anons #you can't see the paw prints they leave on your heart

[mrs-kelly]

Ren.

I know I've been busy lately. A lot of shit has happened around here. And you know I've got a duty to try and help.

But don't ever think that just 'cause I'm away, or you're busy that I don't love you to the goddamned moon and back.

I've been through some real tough times. I know you know it. And you know it's hard for me to open up like other people can. But you know more than anyone, it's how I've had to be my whole life. And I'm trying real hard, I really am, to learn. To be better. For you. I think about you ever goddamned day and night, wondering if you're alright, hoping you still somehow see the same me you do, the same me you love. Cause I sure as hell don't. But I'll never not be grateful you do.

I love you. So much. Wish you were here now. The bed is a hell of a lot comfier with you in it. i've learned that much with being away. Just hope I'm able to keep you warm like that same way you always said I could.

Miss you (Cuddling a pillow just ain't the same, you know?),

Bigby 🐾

I literally just!!!! Flailed all over my bed, I’m NOT ok!!!! I’m SCREAMING AAAAA

Bigby, I’ll always see that version of you. Nothing could stop me! That is the you that I know personally! I miss you so much and I love you so dearly! No matter how long we spend apart I will always love you dearly.

And you’re right!! Cuddling a pillow just isn’t the same!! It’s what I’m doing too and I still miss you way too much 🥺 we’ll just have to see each other soon won’t we? We’ll figure something out! ❤️❤️❤️

#I’m literally crying this is so good this is so nice I’m!!!!!! #bigbyyyyyy my babyyyyyyy #I haven’t talked about him for a little while but I still love him so much and. I’m rly gonna be thinking about him after this 🥺 #the little paw prints after his name too… that’s so cute… #I’m gonna read this over and over and over like this is what’s gonna get me through work tomorrow #thank you so much anon I’m!!!!!!!!! so happy!!!!! #I rly rly appreciate you 🥺💕 #renby #ren's love letters

[faultfindingfirebot]

another kinda OOC question:

DID YOU KNOW THAT HEATWAVE AND STARSCREAM FROM TFP ARE THE SAME VOICE ACTOR?

Do you think the sigma 17 force is in kahoots with the decepticons? is that why griffin rock is never harmed? is that why we have a *flying* autobot? 👀

Yes, Steve Blum is remarkably talented and one of my favorite voice actors.

No, I don’t….

Griffin Rock is never touched because Optimus Prime knows how to keep it secret, keep it safe. (With the obvious exception of Bumblebee…)

Blades flies because Dani is a pilot.

Did you know that Silas from TFP and Mr. Krabs from Sp.ongeBob have the same voice actor?

#anon asks #mun tag: cat's paw prints #[are ya feelin’ it now Mr. Krabs??]

[shatteredminds]

📂

For this

First spin- Andromeda Atalanta Zaishvaerala Bishop

While she is the second female soul of Ottawa, her hair represents the aurora borealis. That's why it has streaks of hair that change color.

Second spin- Nora Synnove Säde Väyrynen Friis

She's the spitting image of her mother, Säde. She's also only one of Ulfric's two half-human children alive.

Third spin- Exiled Lion goddess Łišní

Her and Høwłešh would make bets on who would win when their brothers Ürøx and Wøfhüz got into fights.

Forth spin- Sora Yeva Zaishvaerala Medved

Despite her being the eldest of Azura's litter of seven, her and Kira are full sisters.

Fifth spin- Jericho Stearn Rhaghverii Lokison

He's one of the Lokisons who despises wearing shirts. If he's wearing a jacket or sweater you can bet he doesn't have a shirt on under it.

Sixth spin- Trinity Svetla Dimitrescu

While her cousin Sparrow is a vampire like Vaermina, Trinity's a werewolf like her uncle Hircine.

Seventh spin- Loki Hammill Zaishvaerii Seaver

He's a sadist, he's also one of the Vittagarðrian children who are highly possessive of ther partners.

Eighth spin- Polyxena Zella Rosenqvist-Lokison

She's a softy for her children, grand children, and great grandchildren.

Ninth spin- Claudius Frean Hidashaii Lokison

His chamber in the palace was garnished with poisonous plants and flowers.

Tenth Spin- Anima Anamosa Rhaghverala Lokison-Saari

She was the one who taught Azura how to use her soul magic.

#andromeda bishop // little bear #nora friis // paw prints and smiles #łišní // silver lioness #sora medved // violet snowball #jerechi lokison // vampiric moon raiser #trinity dimitrescu // little were-pup #loki seaver // flaking away #polyxena rosenqvist-lokison // forest warrior #claudius lokison // cyanides delight #anima lokison-saari // soul guider #shattered oc's #hidden in the shadows // anon ask #shatteredminds

[kaleidoscopexsighs]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 🐾

#I see that the emoji changed from sparkles to paw prints #is that a clue anon? #ily either way ❤️ #anon ask

[small-sinclair]

Hello writer, I hope you are well, I will ask you something hot.

While the Sinclair brothers and brhams were changing clothes, y/n suddenly walked in, what would their reaction be?

-shy anon

This is a sfw piece. Just them shirtless.

Brahms

His back is turned from the door when you knocked before entering.

You and him look at each other for a moment, blinking.

._.

He’ll hide his face in his shirt, but he’s not embarrassed. He loves it when you look at him as if he’s marble carving.

“Sorry,” you say quickly. “I needed my sweater.”

He’ll toss you his sweater and that’s it.

Please let him answer the door next time. He’s shy.

Bo

Cocky as hell. Smug and all.

“Like what you see, sugar?” He’ll turn and face you with his arms open.

“Sorry—“

He’ll stand in front of you and pull you into his arms, and he’ll leave kiss over you.

Bo as a little tummy, so he’s squishy when you cuddle with him.

“Just needed my sweater.”

He’ll look down and hold your waist. “Okay, darlin’.”

He’s a bit proud you saw him without his shirt.

Vincent

He puts his shirt back on before that door even opens.

“Sorry,” you say shyly. “Just needed my sweater.”

He’ll toss you his sweater, deciding to change shirts later.

Vincent was body shamed all his life, so he’s scared for his s/o to see him without his shirt off just yet.

So, it’ll be a bit before he shows you his body, but be patient. He’ll make it worth your wild.

Lester

“Oh, hey.” Lester would be so chill if you see him without his shirt.

I have a hc that he has a back tattoo of big angel wings wrapped in bar wire. On the feathers, his brothers’ names along with Jonesy’s name is written in his handwriting.

I have a lot of tattoo ideas for Lester, actually. He has Jonesy’s paw print on his right shoulder, a bird under the paw print, a sea turtle on his left arm swimming up his arm, and three roses for his brothers and Jonesy.

“Sorry. Just need my jacket.”

“Yeah, of course.”

He’ll give you the brightest smile in the world.

#bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005) #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #brahms x y/n #brahms heelshire the boy #brahms heelisher fanfic #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #bo sinclair headcanons #lester sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanon #brahms heelshire headcanons #the boy headcanons #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher fic #slasher fanfic #slasher fanfiction #house of wax headcanons

[thegoober010]

HI the mettaton headcanons were AMAZING I LOVED THEM!!

Ok I have a bit of a specific request SO IF YOU CANT DO IT I WONT BE UPSET!!

But could you do a oneshot where Mettaton finds reader’s drawings of him, and old love letters they never gave him, and he realizes they love him AND THEN READER FINDS HIM LOOKING THROUGH THEM AND SJFJFJFJDJFJJD sorry im SO NORMAL ABOUT METTATON

-🐾 (im claiming my place as paw print anon now)

OMG I AM SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THIS EARLIER GRRRR I WAS BEING SILLY YESTERDAY BUT I AM BACK ON TRACK NOW 😈😈

AND ALSO HELL YEAH I CAN DO IT DEARIE OMG TYSM IM GLAD YA LIKED THE HEADCANONS <33!!

I SHALL GLADY DO THIS REQUEST PAW PRINT ANON!!!

also IMA DO IT LIKE THAT THEY'RE ALREADY TOGETHER JUST THAT LIKE reader got too shy to give the letters/drawings and such to him even after they got together/didn't see the point after YA KNOW ANYWAYS LETS GET INTO IT

as usual gn! reader <3!!

TW/CWS -> NONE JUST FLUFF <3!!!!

word count -> 1.8k/1,848

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Thanks so much for helping me out Mettaton!" You grinned as you picked up the huge overfilled box with your clothes. Mettaton turned his head over to you as you spoke, giving you a playful smirk, " Awe no need to thank me darling~! I'm always happy to help you out, especially since it's helping you move out into my home." Mettaton replied flipping his hair as he looked for any more boxes to put into the trunk of your car. Your face turns a light shade of pink due to his little pet names. You let out a soft chuckle as you open the door "Heh, still thank you, Uh I think there might be a few more boxes in the basement, could ya check for me?" You ask. Mettaton nods "Of course dearie~! Leave it up to me!" he says putting a hand on his hip before walking down to the basement to check for anymore boxes.

As you walk out to put the box in the trunk you slouch onto the side of the car, letting out a soft sigh. Jesus these boxes were heavy! Sometimes you forget how much stuff you buy.

As you were relaxing outside and taking a break from all the heavy lifting Mettaton was searching all throughout the basement. He was checking every crook and crevice of the basement so that he wouldn't accidentally leave anything behind. His metallic feet making a loud clanging noise as he walked, his eyes shifted over to a small box on the side of a dusty desk. He raised a brow as he quickly made his way to it. "Hehe, almost didn't notice this!" Mettaton giggled to himself as he gently grabbed the box and inspected it. As he moved it up to his eye level a small note escaped out of the open box. He raised a brow before bending down and picking it up. He inspected the note quickly, seeing how the envelope was open he let himself look inside. He took out the small note from the envelope, a small peek never hurt anybody, right? He skimmed over the note, his metallic body quickly heating up as he read every word from it.

'Mettaton, I wanted to give you this note because I've been wanting to tell you how much I truly love you, I love you more than anyone I have ever met, you're one of the first people, or well robots, to have ever made me feel this way. My heart beats a trillion times faster when I'm with you, I start to sweat and I dont know what to say, you just catch my attention every time you're near me or talk to me, you're one of the bets things to have ever happened to me and to have appeared in my life, no one has ever caught my attention like you. I hope you know what I mean, I hope you say the same to me, I hope you love me the same, because I love you so much more than you could ever imagine, I love you, so so much.' Mettaton read the note, over, and over, and over again. Each time he read it he could feel his body heat up and his heart (or well metallic heart- or monster heart? not even sure-) beat 10 times faster. A playful smirk quickly formed on his lips before he put the note back in, his eyes heart shaped as he placed the box down onto the desk. He opened up the box and saw even more letters. He grabbed a few of them and opened them, he read them as quickly as possible to not make it seem like he's taking to much time down in the basement.

'Ugh I don't even know why I feel like this, Mettaton I love you so much more than you could ever imagine, I know this note is a bit stupid, I know you probably would never like me back, but I just wish I could tell you already, I hope I don't just give up on this note like all the others but anyways I love you so much Mettaton, I genuinly do and I hope you feel the same. Ive never felt like this with anybody besides you. I feel like being with you my whole life, I feel like spending all my time with you, I want to spend all my time with you give you all my attention and love. I want to be with you for as long as I possibly can! I hope we can. I love you so much.' Mettaton could not stop reading these notes, god they were just so sweet! Mettaton let out a soft laugh, "Did they really think I wouldn't have liked them? Pff, this cutie really had no idea how much I loved them before huh." Mettaton thought out loud. He quickly opened up all the other notes, reading them. His body was currently overheating from joy and love. His pupils were heart shaped as he read through all of these little love notes that you had never given to him before. "I wonder why they didn't tell me about these notes now that we're together! Hehehe, I'll have to ask them later." He muttered, you both were daring after all, so he's a tads bit confused why you never gave him these notes after you confessed to him, he understands these were form way before you had confessed, but he wonders why you never gave them to him now that you two are together after all they're from the past and they honestly are super sweet.

He let out a soft chuckle before grabbing all the letters and organizing them. He closed them and peered inside the box once more before putting back the letters. He noticed a few more papers inside. Mettaton turned his head over to the stairs which led to the living room floor. He didn't hear any footsteps so he assumed it was safe to check. He grabbed the papers and gently placed them on the desk, he flipped through them. They were all little doodles of you and him together. They were mainly of you two going on dates and your little date ideas or about you thinking of him. He placed a hand on his mouth as he let out little giggles. His body was overheating as he looked through each one of them. As he looked through each of them he couldn't help but have a huge smile on his face. While he was giggling and smiling like an idiot at these notes and drawings he wasn't really paying much attention to his surroundings so he didn't hear you coming down to the basement, but once he heard your voice it was too late, you had caught him in the act of looking at your old and meant-to-be secret love-letters and doodles.

"Hey Mettaton I think that was all the boxes are ya done hereeee-..... uh- honey.... what are you doing...?" You ask as you had been making your way downstairs. You stopped midway on the stairs as you realized he had found that old box filled with your old love-letters and drawings. Mettaton turned his head over to you, a laugh escaped his lips and a playful smirk formed on his face as he saw your red, embarrassed face. "Hello darling! Nothing much just looking at these wonderful little drawings and letters you made to me in the past! Hopefully ya don't mind dear!" Mettaton replied putting the drawings and letters back gently. He closed the box and carried it, he walked over to you and looked down at your blushing, embarrassed face. He pinched your cheek as he laughed "No need to be so embarrassed! These are adorable I think I'll keep them!" Mettaton grinned, you tried to take away the box but due to his tall stature he was able to keep them out of your reach by holding them higher. "Mettaton!! Those are private! You weren't ment to find them! They're really old they're from before we got together and- and they're really bad!" You replied, your tone filled with shame as you crossed your arms, you hid your face with one of your hands trying to hide your embarrassment and just yourself in general as if that would work.

Mettaton smirked and shook his head. "But they're cute! I like them! So what if they're old and cheesy? They just show how much you really love me, no need to be so embarrassed!" Mettaton chuckled ruffling your hair. You grumbled in response causing Mettaton to take your hand of your face and pinch your cheek once more, admiring your cute features. "You look so adorable when you're all embarrassed like this! Just look at you darling so cute~!" he teased causing you to stumble all over your words. You let out a grumble.

"I'm taking these with us dearie! Now come on let's get going so we can move everything in early! We wouldn't want to be unpacking all your stuff late at night now would we? We don't want you missing out on your beauty rest hehe!" Mettaton giggled before using his arm to pick you up. Despite your many protests he loved picking you up, being able to keep you so close to him physically and being able to show everyone how close you two are made him very happy for some reason, it felt like he was able to show you off like this and he loved it! He giggled as he brought you two to the car, he placed you down so that he could open the back car door and place the small box on the seat. Once he did he closed the door and looked down at you. "Awe don't look at me like that dear~! It's not my fault your little love letters were so cute that I want to keep them." Mettaton remarked noticing your blushing face. "Ugh it's just a bit embarrassing is all..." You mumbled.

Mettaton placed his hand on his hip. He put his other hand on his chin as he seemed to think for a bit. "Hmmm, well, no need to be embarrassed! Those little notes just show how much you love me darling~!" he smirked. "Now come on, get in the car so we can get going, I want to get home and relax with you already!" Mettaton smiled as he bent down to give your face multiple little pecks on your cheeks, forehead and lips, leaving you all red in the face and feel embarrassed but also lovely. You gave him a peck on the cheek before nodding. "Fine, fine, let's get going then." You reply with a soft smile forming. He grins widely as he played with you hair. "Good~! Oh and- don't be scared to make me some new letters or drawings hehehe!! I'll appreciate every single one of them!" "Hm, fine, if that's what you want my love." You reply.

"Heh, I love you so much darling!"

#mettaton #Mettaton ex #mettaton undertale #undertale #undertale fanfic #undertale fanfiction #Mettaton x reader #toby fox

[tropical-kins]

Could I please request a moodboard of a snow leopard therian with themes of rocks and snow? Thanks!

Snow leopard with themes of rocks, snow and paw prints for anon!

#request #moodboard #alterhuman #therian #therianthropy #therian moodboard #snow leopard therian #snow leopard kin #feline therian #feline kin #felinekin #catkin #cat kin #cat therian #snow leapord therian #snow leapord kin #therian community #therian things

[vulture-writes-stuff]

i came running so fast as soon as i saw ur arven x reader content, it was so pleasing to read and arven is such a good guy 😭 i hope it's alright to request something! would u be willing to write grusha x nb reader? maybe something about where the reader is his assigned bodyguard who needs to escort him somewhere important, seeing as he's a gym leader and all! but in the end, pls write whatever u feel most comfy with :) have a nice day!

I did my best with this because I adore Grusha!! He's such a good boy I think hes very funny

I also like how people lost their minds upon finding out he's a man, comedy gold

Thank u for requesting flower Anon!! Enjoy the food 🌻

Grusha X NB Reader

Every gym leader gets a bodyguard, but why is Grusha's so... Protective of him? He knows they should remain professional, but it's hard to.

Reader is not the SV protagonist. Their origin and general story remains ambiguous, but they're explicitly mentioned to be a fairy-type specialist. Their full team is brought up - they have an Azumarill, a Dachsbun, a Tinkaton, a Mimikyu, a shiny Sylveon, and an Arcanine with fairy tera-type. They're mentioned to be strong enough to lift Grusha with relative ease.

~

It was so damn cold.

Grusha spent almost every day up here on the mountain, running his gym... It was often the last one challengers took on, not only because of the trip, but because he was quite tough when he wanted to be.

And yet, despite that, he was freezing cold right now. He was on his way down Glaseado mountain to get to Mesagoza, because he has to meet with Geeta (she called annual meetings with all the gym leaders to see how everything was going). Of course, this was the one day the Flying Taxis couldn't get all the way up the mountain.

Grusha stuffed his hands into his pockets, nestling his face further into his scarf. He was at least thankful that, despite the bitter frost that made his face numb, he wasn't alone. Recently, the gym leaders had been appointed bodyguards - quite a stark change from their usual solitude, but an incident with a rowdy pack of Maschiff meant they needed an extra hand.

His bodyguard walked by his side, wearing a heavy overcoat that looked surprisingly warm. They didn't seem all that bothered by the weather, keeping pace with him as he trudged through the snow. Their Arcanine, the largest one he'd ever seen, padded alongside them. Its every breath made the air turn to mist, and its paws left melted prints in the snow.

Grusha had realized quite recently that he had a crush on them. Unsurprising, all things considered. They were attractive, and genuinely cared about his needs... Even if their solutions tended to be a little extreme. He could still vividly recall when his old injury was acting up, right in the middle of a gym battle, and they swooped in to physically pick him up so he could continue fighting without straining his body.

It had been embarrassing in the moment, but they were warm. And nice.

Grusha didn't realize he'd zoned out until he felt a weight land on his shoulders, draped over him like a cape. They'd taken off their coat to give it to him, more concerned about his comfort than theirs.

"That's a bad idea," Grusha said, though he didn't return their jacket. "You're gonna freeze."

"I'll be fine, I've got Arcanine." They said, giving the Legendary Pokemon a pat on the side. The Arcanine let out a soft wuff, exhaling a small puff of smoke in the process. "You look like you're going to collapse, so you need it more than me."

"...Thanks." He hadn't realized how fatigued he was until now, grabbing the collar of the coat and pulling it a little closer around himself. Grusha's face twinged with a faint blush, savoring the extra warmth he got.

The pair continued to walk in silence, and Grusha was faintly aware of the other drawing closer to him. He could see the wary expression on their face, see them tense up momentarily... And then he saw what they saw. The menacing glint of eyes from the slopes above.

Grusha was swept off his feet as they grabbed him, lifting him with an alarming amount of ease. He heard the cry of a sneasel, and the sound of way too many footsteps rapidly approaching.

"Hang on to me," They said curtly, unclipping the premier balls from their belt and throwing them behind them. Grusha grabbed onto them as best he could, glancing over their shoulder - a pack of sneasel, the largest he'd ever seen, lead by a trio of mean-looking weavile. He'd only ever seen his bodyguard's Arcanine. The rest of their team was... Mildly surprising to him.

A scowling Azumarill fought off a small horde on its own, knocking a few through the air with a swing of its heavy tail. A Dachsbun wearing a shell bell was providing support from the back, battling the sneasel that interrupted it. A Tinkaton and a Mimikyu were ferocioously fighting two of the weavile, easily holding their own, and a blue-furred Sylveon was backing up their Arcanine. Grusha hadn't taken them for a fairy type specialist, but he supposed it wasn't his place to judge.

They took off at a sprint, pursued by a few stragglers and the last of the weavile. Grusha saw the dangerous glint of claws tear at their shirt, but they were quick enough to evade the worst of the attack.

Heavy footfalls alerted Grusha to their Arcanine's return, the Pokemon grabbing its trainer by the scruff and dropping them onto its back. It sprinted down the mountain at full speed, and the sounds of battling slowly faded... Grusha could hear the telltale sound of Pokemon being returned, though.

Despite being supported by the Arcanine now, Grusha clung to them like a lifeline. He certainly didn't feel like he was in danger anymore - he was actually quite comfortable. They were warm, much warmer than the cold world around them, their arms wrapped comfortingly around him.

Their relationship should have been strictly professional, all things considered, but he found himself longing for more.

"Grusha." They said, like they'd read his thoughts. "Are you alright? Not hurt?"

"Of course I'm not. Are you hurt? It looked like that weavile nailed you pretty bad..." He sat up slightly.

"No, no, it only grazed me. Nothing I can't manage." They shrugged it off, adjusting their grip on him. "You fought well, Arcanine. Thank you for carrying us, I know you're not fond of chauffering."

The Arcanine huffed again, continuing its journey down the mountain. They sat in silence again, the only real sound being Arcanine's footsteps.

"So... You never told me about your team." Grusha was the first to speak.

"You never asked." They chuckled lightly, propping their chin on his shoulder without thinking. His heart skipped. "Arcanine was my first Pokemon. Caught him out in the wild out of sheer dumb luck, only found out about how he could terastallize later. The rest of my team I caught later, Sylveon was the last one I found. She was only a little Eevee at the time."

"Huh." He mused thoughtfully, leaning into them. "It's just rare to see someone specialize in fairy types."

"Not as rare as you might think. You just see a whole lot of fire, fighting and steel types."

"...That's probably true, actually." Grusha groaned. "I think I've seen more Skeledirge in my lifetime than any other living person."

They laughed, a lovely sound that made Grusha's heart race yet again. He couldn't take it any more! He tugged his scarf down with one hand, the other resting lightly on the back of their neck.

They had very little time to react as he pulled them down, their noses bumping awkwardly together as his lips met theirs. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins from the sneasel encounter, the roaring blizzard in his heart finally settling. The kiss lasted for what felt to be an eternity, unbroken even by the blistering wind.

The human need for oxygen forced them apart, and the glint in their eye spoke a thousand words.

"A reward," He started, snuggling into his scarf again. "For doing your job well. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there."

"I'm... Flattered." They were the embarrassed one for once, unable to meet his eyes. "Grusha, are you... Sure you wanted to do that? I mean, I don't mind, it's just- well, the league might frown upon it, and-"

"To hell with the league." Grusha groaned. "You're adorable when you get all formal, you know. I don't care what Geeta or anyone else say, I really like you."

They were bright red to the very tips of their ears, a shade of scarlet that rivaled their Arcanine's fiery orange. They didn't say anything further, but Grusha noticed how they pulled him closer against him.

He let his head fall against their shoulder, the air finally warming as they reached the base of the mountain. The trip to Mesagoza would be long from here, but...

Well, with all that off his chest, Grusha knew he could make it.

~

This is so short and I am really sorry, I had a hard time writing this!!! It's not anything to do with the request, it's just my first time writing a dynamic like this 😭😭😭

It's getting late and I have work tomorrow so I'm going to post this as it is, hope you enjoy either way

#grusha x reader #pokemon grusha x reader #gym leader grusha x reader #fanfic #x reader #writers on tumblr #x nonbinary reader #pokemon x reader #gym leader grusha #i did my best !!! #also team is mildly inspired by my old fairy type team back in the day #with some modernized changes #flower anon

[dreams-and-drabbles]

I have scaramouche brainrot save me 😭 can u PLEASEE PLSSS do enemies to lovers collage au (maybe roommates in it? Idk) for him 🧎🏽‍♀️🛐 ty 🙏🙏

(idk if u do that anon emoji thingys but if u do can i be this 🥟 plleaseeee :) )

[🥟 ] The anon emoji idea is genius, actually! I’d never have thought of it, but yes! I’d be more than happy to write some enemies to lovers ✨ ((Fun fact: Enemies to Lovers and Slowburn are my favorite tropes))

The Feud

It was a shame you couldn’t pick your own roommate, you thought while glaring at the note stuck to the fridge in annoyance.

(( If only you weren’t in a position where sharing a space was financially convenient… Kunikuzushi was kind of an ass, and you rarely ever saw him.))

It was written in a messy scrawl, but the message on it had your brow twitching in irritation.

‘I moved all your junk to the left side. The right side is mine.’

You’d never even picked sides!!! Maybe it was petty, but the next time you went to the store you bought quite a few groceries, enough so that they carried over into the right side of the fridge.

After you’d returned from classes, the day after your grocery splurge, yet another note was stuck to the fridge. It was written in that infuriatingly messy scrawl that belonged to your roommate—

‘Thanks for the food, but I’m not a huge fan of spicy things. I took the liberty of gifting the curry to a friend. ‘

You grasped at your hair in frustration, yanking the note off the fridge and flinging it into the trash can angrily.

The audacity!!!! Truly, you were beyond pissed!!!

You decided to just let the fridge thing go, so you could focus more on your classes. You had no time whatsoever for a feud with your roommate…

That was until—

You stared at the pillows on your couch, irritation flaring through your form. They were light blue, and while they didn’t clash horribly with the couch’s pale gray, it still pissed you off.

You went shopping again that weekend, buying a cheap blanket to throw on the couch. It was a powder blue blanket, white paw prints spread across it, forming a design.

The next week you were swamped with classes, and barely left your room for things other than to use the restroom and grab food.

When you finally stepped out, you saw a giant fox plush sitting on the couch. It was white and gray and had the most irritatingly adorable button eyes…

You wanted to kick it, but it was rather cute…

Your roommate was stepping up his game, it seemed. You weren’t about to be outclassed, which was how you ended up at your favorite cheap furniture store yet again…

This time you bought a lamp, its base was a pale gray and the shade was light blue with clouds printed across it. You set it on the table, a victorious smile on your face.

This time, you left your own note—

Beat this! :3

You were quite proud of your handwriting, and there was absolutely no way your roommate could top that.

You left the room the next morning, your eyes widening at the figure in the kitchen. There was a wide spread of food across the kitchen table, and was that a vase…with flowers?

Your roommate turned around, a smirk on his face as he waved at you.

“I took your challenge to heart, it seems. Join me for breakfast?”

You stared at the food display with wide eyes, before nodding dumbly, and sitting down.

The two of you ate in silence, until you opened your mouth to speak—

“I’m cooking dinner, then.” You said, your tone slightly clipped. Your roommate smirked at you, his pale gray eyes narrowed.

“Fine. It’s a date, then.”

Your cheeks burned at the implication, but surprisingly, you didn’t protest….

#genshin impact #thanks for the ask! #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin reader insert #send asks #enemies to lovers #roomates au

[lilpunkrock]

Hey, its me again, the angst anon! I just wanted to take advantage of the Halloween vibe to leave this in the imagination: show up in a big bad wolf costume and try to convince Jack to be Little Red Riding Hood. How do you think Jack would react?

Angst Anon!! Hello! I LOVE this prompt/idea SO much. I had a little spare time at work today, so enjoy a little Halloween-themed post-Halloween drabble. :)

Primal

Read Primal’s counterpart, “Devour,” here.

As you waltz into the living room, Jack affixes you with a dead-pan stare. “Ah, mi cariño, what are you wearing?” 

You glance down at the floral-print nightgown covering your furry gray onesie with feigned innocence. When you raise your head to meet his gaze, the wolf ears on your headband turn askew. You raise one gloved hand, adorned with gray fur and fake claws, to straighten them. You shoot him a mischievous grin, offering a glimpse of the plastic fangs in your mouth. “What does it look like I’m wearing? I’m The Wolf.” 

“No, no, no.” Jack’s dark brows furrow tightly as he rises from the couch and walks toward you, waving his hands emphatically. “When we chose these costumes, I thought I was going to be the wolf. I mean, it’s kind of obvious, is it not?”

“I know, I know. But wouldn’t it be nice not to be the wolf for once?” You draw the Party City bag you’ve been hiding out from behind your back, extending it to him. “Besides, this costume is way too good to pass up.” 

Jack takes the bag from you slowly, his olive green eyes reluctantly curious as he rifles through the bag. When he reveals a lace-up bodice and bright red skirt from within it, his cheeks go a shade of crimson that puts Little Red’s hooded cape to shame. You suppress a snicker behind one gloved hand as he hastily shoves the costume back in its bag. Damn, he was too cute when he was flustered. “No, mi cariño. No way. I won’t do it. Come on, trade me.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him, taking a swift step to the side when he tries to swipe the fake paws from your hands. “You really think you can make a better Wolf than me?” 

The look on Jack’s handsome face is incredulous. His wide, expectant eyes and slack jaw scream, ‘Obviously.’ With a tone that is equal parts exasperated and humored, his voice echoes the same, “Obviously.” 

You flash him a dazzling grin. “Let me prove you wrong, then.”

Jack gives no protest save for a sigh as you draw the hooded cape from within the shopping bag around his shoulders. You swiftly tie it at his chest and slip the hood over him. As you card your fingers through the salt-and-pepper hair by his ears and forehead, guiding each lock into place with care, his hesitant expression softens. You step back, admiring your handiwork with a pleased grin. “Alright, let’s practice. I’ll show you how good a Wolf I can be. Go on, say the lines.”

For a moment, you’re really not sure he’ll do it. Jack’s pensive gaze flickers over your face, watching you intently, as if to see if he can wait you out. When you don’t budge, he finally sighs. “Ay, Dios mío. Fine. Ah…abuela, what big…ears you have?” 

You flash him a fanged grin, lifting your clawed hands to wiggle your fake ears at him. “Ah, the better to hear you with, darling,” you say in the deepest, most guttural voice you can muster. 

Though he tries to hold it in, Jack outright snorts at your attempted impression. His laughter reveals a glimpse of the slight crook in his grin–your most beloved possession. You smile in turn. Humor was the way to Jack’s heart, and boy, were you dedicated to delivering. “Well? Keep going,” you growl at him, trying to stay in character. 

Jack draws in a shuddering breath, seeking to swallow his laughter. He pulls his lips into a hard line, composing himself. “Right, right. Lo siento. Ah, abuela, what big eyes you have.” 

Fully committing to the bit, you begin to circle him, watching him with wide, attentive eyes. “Ah, the better to see you with, darling.” 

Jack rotates slowly, trying to keep up with your prowl. “But, abuela, what large hands you have.” 

As he turns, one of his socked feet steps onto the Party City bag on the floor, throwing him off balance. You reach out quickly, planting one clawed hand on his shoulder to steady him. “Oh, the better to hold you with, darling,” you growl, wiggling your eyebrows at him. 

Jack quirks a questioning brow at you, a challenge sparking in his olive eyes. “Isn’t it supposed to be ‘hug?'” he jests, poking at your gowned chest. 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “You really think it’s a good idea to talk back to the Wolf, mincemeat?” 

Jack gifts you an adorably lop-sided grin, one that sends your heart fluttering right out of your chest and into his hands. Sometimes you really felt more creature than human in his presence. It astounded you how the sweet, honeyed sound of his voice could rid all logical thoughts from your brain; how one look from him could turn your bones to jelly; how a brush of his skin against yours could reduce you to nothing but molten heat and primal need. Sometimes, you felt as if the only thing in this world that could ever be enough to satisfy you would be to open up your soul and swallow him whole. 

Jack breathes a soft chuckle, coaxing you back to yourself. “No, of course not, mi cariño.” He raises his hand to cup your cheek tenderly, a touch you instinctively lean into. With a small, pleased smile, he draws the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. His pace agonizingly slow, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You swallow thickly, your throat suddenly dry. “Mi cariño…what a big mouth you have.” 

There is no world beyond his olive eyes, the warmth of his breath on your face, the searing touch of his thumb on your lips. “The better to kiss you with,” you whisper quietly. 

Though it’s Jack who makes the first move, dipping his chin and drawing you closer, you meet him in the middle with equal fervor. Your bones sing at the press of his lips against yours, a song so loud and clear you’re sure he must hear it. As his thumb finds the tender hollow behind your earlobe, liquid light pours into your soul, filling you up, up, up until your skin shines with it. When his tongue glides over the fake wolf’s teeth in your mouth, a deep rumble purrs in his throat. Your lips lift in a smile as you kiss him greedily, stealing the laughter straight from his mouth and locking it up in your heart, a treasure you will forever keep. You may not be able to open your soul up and swallow him whole…but this feeling…Well, this would suffice. 

When you finally part for breath, Jack dips his face into the crook of your neck, burying his nose into your collarbone. As he draws in a deep, savoring breath, you card your fingers through his hair, grazing your fingernails over his scalp. “So, how did I do?” you ask with a soft, pleased smile.

Jack burrows his face deeper into you. You can feel his grinning lips even through the fabric of your costume. “You did well, mi cariño. So very scary.” 

You chuckle quietly, kneading at the spot behind his ear affectionately. “So, you’ll let me wear the costume?” you ask, your voice tentatively hopeful. 

Jack gives one final nuzzle before he draws himself away from you. When his gaze meets yours, his olive eyes are bright and amused. You beam up at him, sure of his answer before he even gives it. “Ay, mi loba pequeña, you have won me over. But next year, I am picking the costumes.” Jack bends to snatch the Party City bag off the floor. When he pulls the bodice and skirt from within it, his eyes flick up to look at you insistently. “And we are going to have to find some tights for this, mi cariño, or we are going to have un problema muy grave.” 

. . .

Translations:

"Mi cariño" — "sweetheart," "my darling"

"Ay, Dios mío" — "My God/my goodness"

"Abuela" — "Grandmother"

"Mi loba pequeña" — "My little wolf"

"Un problema muy grave" — "A very serious problem"

. . .

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#jack russell #jack russell x reader #jack russell x fem!reader #werewolf by night #marvel #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #werewolf by night x reader #werewolf by night fanfiction #werewolf by night fanfic #mcu phase 4 #marvel phase 4 #marvel phase four #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #jack russell x you #gael garcia bernal #wwbn

[faultfindingfirebot]

I just woke up and saw the post you reblogged abt replace a word in ur url with tiddy and

faultfindingtiddybot HAS ME HOWLING

Ty for making me laugh today

Always glad to provide entertainment, glad you enjoyed it.

I had fun with it too, it reminded me of a theater class warm-up exercise we used to do; taking a line from whatever play we were working on, saying it multiple times, and putting emphasis on a different word each time.

#anon asks #mun tag: cat's paw prints

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Wetbeard from Castle Cats, who is an amputee and visually impaired

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a brown and tan striped furred cat. His right eye is blue and his left eye is covered with a brown eye patch. He is wearing a black bicorne hat with a cat shaped skull and cross bones on the front, white undershirt, brown boots with yellow paw prints on his back two feet, and brown vest. He has blue fish in his face fur and back. He has a golden front right peg leg.]

#amputee character #visually impaired character #Castle Cats #Castle Cats Wetbeard #Wetbeard #disabled character of the day #character with prosthetic

[sleepingdeath-light]

being best friends hcs ; barnaby

requested by ; 🐝🍯 anon (09/05/23) [1/3]

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b. beagle

outline ; “My welcome home obsession is creeping in too 😂 can I have some best friend headcanons of Barbaby, Wally, and Frank? They’re my blorbos. ❤️ if you can’t do all three I’d like just Barnaby! He’s so SILLY!! And I wanna be his best friend ✨

Also I claim bee anon!! 🐝🍯”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

being this guy’s best friend is asking for trouble in the most amazing way possible

he’s a jokester at heart and he’s always got a new trick up his sleeve whether it’s an adapted magic trick, a joke he’s brainstormed or a whole comedy routine he adapted on the fly

the key with him is to always expect the unexpected

prank calls are common and endearing — everything from ‘is your fridge running’ to using fake names to make you compliment yourself

he has a seemingly endless supply of whoopee cushions and other such joke items (like boxes filled with fake snakes and the like)

he has a unicycle; he cannot ride it for very long but he has one!

he can also juggle and he uses this ability for evil

like yes he’ll juggle pins and balls and such, but barnaby is also of significant stature and strength compared to basically everyone else

and what i’m trying to say is that he has at several points started juggling you and your neighbours

you, wally and julie are his preferred victims because none of you will get revenge on him

on a related note, he picks you up and tosses you around often — like if he wants your attention he’ll just pick you up and walk away with you hanging limply over his shoulder

this also includes him picking you up and letting you dangle whilst he hugs you

speaking of… he gives incredible hugs because he’s so large and soft — combined with his high body temperature basically makes him a living, all body hot water bottle combined with a pillow, so cuddles are absolutely top tier

he never uses your name and prefers to address you by a series of increasingly ridiculous nicknames that barely make sense

more often than not this means addressing you with random nouns — anything from ‘sofa bed’ to ‘new colour tv’ or something more normal-adjacent like ‘pebble’ or ‘mouse’

if he ever gets a bit much, just scratch behind his ears and he’ll mellow out significantly and just nod off next to you

he gets you both matching outfits — they’re all terribly goofy with mismatched patterns and colours, but it’s the thought that counts!

he has your handprint on his mailbox and you have his paw print on yours — it only makes sense since most of the mail you get comes from you both

piggyback rides are definitely common, but he also likes to take the mick by running like a madman when you’re up there, so I hope you’ve got a good grip

(you know he’d never really let you fall but the fear is still there)

he definitely makes fun of you lightheartedly because he’s so much taller than you (being 8ft tall and all) — he’ll deliberately put things higher than you can reach to make sure you have to ask for help (which leads to even more jokes)

will not tolerate any negative talk about you, especially by yourself, and will lightly scold you with a huff and a ‘that’s my best friend you’re talking about, you know’

if you’re ticklish he’ll take full advantage of this with random tickle attacks

(though you can easily turn the tables by jabbing him in the ribs)

terrible with dates but he has an excellent memory for the things you love and have expressed a desire to own — which makes gift buying easy but gift giving pretty difficult to arrange

all in all he prefers to keep things lighthearted and does what he can to keep you smiling and laughing — as he does for everyone in his life because that’s just the type of guy he is

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home fluff #fluff #fluff hcs #platonic x reader #barnaby b beagle x reader #barnaby b beagle fluff #🐝🍯 anon