#they do actually have a lil shelter to live in now

[4izawas]

Day 1 of asking for more catzawa content

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔. | 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮-𝐧𝐲𝐚.

𝐂𝐖 ‼️ | hybrids, hybrid au, no quirks, biting, some angst, biting as a fear response, cat hybrid aizawa, blood, slight gore, self loathing, catzawa being emo.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: as someone who’s been attacked by a dog, i can guarantee this is actually exactly how it goes dhcbdhbchf that medical emergency i mentioned back in august was oiterally me being attacked by a dog and having my hand uh. annihalated a lil 💀💀.

Honestly, it was all a complete accident, really. One moment you’d been easing into joking with the hybrid you’d gotten three weeks before, and the next he was tearing into your hand and sending blood across the couch and floor. 

It was, at most, your fault, and you knew that — you’d touched him before he was ready, and on his blind side as well, so you should have expected it. In your core ( and at the back of your mind ) you knew that it was a freak accident though.  You’d nearly slipped off the couch due to your socks not having a grip on the hardwood floor of your living room, and in an effort to save yourself you’d grabbed his shoulder on his blind side — and the rest was a blur of snarling, blood, and the sound of your own screeching. He’d turned in an instant, burying his teeth in your hand and jerking his head violently enough that you could almost swear you’d heard your own flesh tear ( but wasn't that dramatic? surely you couldn’t actually hear such a thing ). You’d lost focus for a second, shrieking at the pain of the torn flesh as well as the stabbing cold air on parts of you it wasn’t supposed to touch, and your shrieks were seemingly what woke Shouta up — at least, it’s what you believed. 

Really it was the taste of iron on his tongue. Your screams were nowhere near piercing enough to break through the way he’d blacked out from fear — there was always screaming, after all: in the shelter, in the fight ring his first owners had kept him in, in the two homes he’d had when he was young, and now here — but the taste of blood, your blood, was enough to jolt him out of the blackout, and that’s when your screams reached his ears. He had enough mind to unlock his jaw and stop jerking his head, spitting out your hand and leaping away as you stagger back away from him, your eyes as wide and panicked as his own. 

“I — I — I-!” he whimpers, unable to get his words out. No, no, no, no, no! Shouta hisses in his mind, his eyes wide as he stares at the blood running down your hand. Drops were quickly puddling on the floor, building in size until you’d clearly lost an amount that was alarmingly substantial. Shouta wanted to help, but God, what was he supposed to do? This was his fault — fuck, he was going to go back to the shelter. You’d report the bite, he’d get a bite record and be labeled aggressive, and with how slim his chances were before with how old and mangled he was, he’d never be adopted again. He was going to go back, and he was going to die in that place. 

“F-Fuck, that’s a lot,” you whisper breathlessly, shaking him out of his shock, and he starts to tremble at how hollow your eyes look. He sees you swallow hard, and he fights the urge to cower. “Fuck, okay. Okay. We’re gonna — stay here, okay? I need to go to the hospital, this is… this is not good.”

You stagger away from his crumpled up form and into the kitchen, not doing your usual check in that you did when he’d occasionally cower as you grab a hand towel to wrap around the gushing wound, and as the door closes behind you, he’s left in a silence permeated only by the scent of your blood. He trembles from his place pressed back into the corner by the entertainment center, but nothing happens, not yet anyway. 

Shouta knew what was going to happen. You would be fixed up at the hospital, then return with hybrid control, who would take him back to the shelter in a muzzle that would cut his jaw up again. If you miraculously didn’t demand euthenasia he’d be written up with a bite record and placed in the very back room with a muzzle on at all times, clipped with a padlock all the way around his skull so he couldn’t remove it on his own. At best he’d be sold to another fight ring, at worst he’d die alone in the dark, and all the while he’d know it was his own fault. You were falling, not attacking. Why did he have to be so fucked up?

After another moment of silence Shouta flees to the bedroom you’d given him, worming his way beneath the bed and hiding. He knew he was too old for it, but his remaining eye stung with unshed tears and his body shook slightly from fearful trembling. He didn’t want the shelter, he liked it here — but he’d ruined everything. 

It’s four hours before you return, and Shouta’s dozed off in his little hiding spot by then, but he wakes up immediately as the door opens. He can hear someone talking to you at the front of the house, but the strange voice disappears and the door closed immediately after, so he can only assume that it’s whichever neighbor you’d had drive you to the hospital — likely the old, tall, and skinny blond man who adored his garden that you were fond of, he seemed to have a soft spot for you. 

A half hour passes. Shouta listens with ears twitching between being pinned back and pressing forward a little as you putter around, and then the safety breaks. 

“Shouta? Where are you?” His one eye flashing with panic, Shouta pushes himself further back against the wall the bed was against; you couldn’t send him back if you couldn’t find him. “Shouta?”

He can hear you creeping closer to his room, and his heart pounds ruthlessly in his chest. You’re going to find him and hate him and send him back — God, he can’t go back, he’ll die-

“Are you in here?” you ask through the door, and he doesn’t reply. After a moment, you continue. “I’m assuming you are… Yagi and I brought dinner home on the way back, so if you’re hungry you can come get some.” Ha! Likely. Shouta plays with the claw on his left index finger with his ears pinned back nervously, and after another while you sigh. “You aren’t in trouble, Shouta. And I’m not mad at you, I promise.”

I wish I could believe you. 

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me; I’m off work for the next month or so, so it’ll just be us here — I hope that won’t bother you too much.” Your voice is sad, Shouta notes, and his eye stings again in time with his bottom lip trembling a little. What was the real point of putting it all off? Once you were tired of this hide and seek game he’d started you’d just have hybrid control forcibly remove him — maybe it would be easier if he just… accepted it, and went out. 

After all, he was hungry…

Swallowing hard, Shouta hauks himself out from the cramped spot under the bed, shaking the dust bunnies off, then carefully pads out, following the faint smell of takeout. He passes by the living room, and he can see you sitting on the couch, but you don’t acknowledge him as he passes by, and — oh. 

The blood he’d spilled that had been cast all over the floor was cleaned.

A new surge of guilt fills him. You’d cleaned all traces of his mistake up — or maybe Yagi had? He wasn’t in here for long though… Regardless, he should have been the one to clean it, and he’d left it to you. No wonder he was being sent back to the shelter. 

He really was a bad fucking cat hybrid. 

He worms his way into the living room, half to eat with your silent permission and half to assess the damage to your arm — but upon entering, you’ve moved, and you’re staring him down. Unlike the last time, his freeze response triggers, and he stands there staring at you while his breathing grows heavier and heavier. 

God. You look so tired. 

“Are you okay?” you finally ask, breaking the silence, and it stuns him for a moment before he shakes his head to clear it. 

“I — what?” he asks, voice slightly gravelly from disuse, and you take on a look of concern. 

“Are you okay?” you repeat, your brows furrowing. Shouta shakes his head violently. He doesn’t understand. 

“Why are you asking if I’m okay?! I ripped you up!” he snarls, tossing his plate onto the table next to him, and you nod for a moment as he calms himself down after the outburst. 

Once he’s calm, you ask, “Did you start the day off intending to?” and it makes him freeze, his brain metaphorically stuttering. 

“N-No, of course not—!”

“Then that doesn’t matter,” you say, shrugging. “What does matter is you being okay — I scared you when I grabbed you, and I hope I didn’t accidentally hurt your shoulder too,”

“… You… You didn’t…” Shouta whispers, borderline mystified that you somehow… aren’t angry with him. 

You nod with a sigh through the tiniest of smiles as you cradle your bandaged arm in your lap. “That’s a relief.”

The two of you go silent for a moment, and Shouta’s mind races. Somehow you weren’t angry with him, even though he deserved it, and you’d still fed him and hadn’t yelled — but oh, maybe this was a fucked up way of giving him a last meal before he returned, and you’d never been one for raising your voice anyway… 

“When will I be going back?” he finally asks, a thick sense of half-grief settling in his chest. 

He’d miss it here. 

You look confused. “Going back? Where?” you ask, and Shouta sighs; you were really going to make him say it out loud; how humiliating. 

“The shelter,” he grits out, his tail tucked and food forgotten as he stares down at his feet. 

“Why would you ever go back there?!” you exclaim, sitting up abruptly with a half hidden wince that he doesn’t miss. 

“I — You don’t want me anymore?” He can’t help that it comes out as a question — Shouta’s so fucking confused. “I hurt you.”

You shake your head at him, seemingly in disbelief. “On accident! And it was my fault, you told me the day I got you that you don’t like being touched.”

“But I bit—“ he argues, and you interrupt. 

“On accident. Right?” you ask firmly, and he nods hesitantly. 

“… Yes,” he whispers, “but—“

“Then there was no problem,” You say gently, then tip your head ever so slightly away from him. “Now come watch TV with me — your favorite is on.”

He does nothing but stare at you for a moment, your warmth and gentleness alien to him. Shouta knew humans, he’d been around them since he’d been born, but you? You were so different than every other human he’d come across — you didn’t hit, you didn’t yell, you didn’t threaten. You fed and you clothed and you comforted — and Shouta truthfully did not know what to do with that. All his life he’d been treated like a fighting mutt and like a useless object to possess, and now suddenly he was worth something to a human who treated him well? How was he supposed to easily process this? None of these thoughts, however, stopped him from obediently ( albeit hesitantly ) stalking fully into the livingroom and nestling himself against the far arm of the couch to watch television with you. 

If you weren’t going to be rid of him yet, he might as well enjoy the time he had left. 

#shou_nya.♡ #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #tw hybrids

[gabessquishytum]

So we all agree that Hob is the World's Greatest Lover, 600 year reigning Pussy Eating Champion, etc etc. But think of the comedy potential if instead he was just...kind of mediocre at sex. After all these centuries he's still satisfied with a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, and he's not a particularly generous lover. A lot of the sex he's had over the years has been with prostitutes, so he doesn't feel very guilty about not making sure they finish, and his wives and long-term partners have mostly been a bit prudish/sheltered because of the time periods they lived in (some of them may not have even been aware that female orgasms were a thing). But none of them ever complained, so he assumed he was pretty good at sex.

And sure, he's had experiences with men (he's been a sailor at times, after all), but back in his day oral sex with any gender was kind of unhygienic and gross (cue the "ripe smegmatic sausage" meme) so the man's never given a blowjob in his unnaturally long life. Now, he *thinks* he knows all there is to know about sex because, to be fair, he has probably done it more times than any other human alive. But the reality is, his idea of "kinky" is any position other than missionary.

So he's surprised (and his ego is a bit bruised) when Dream seems disappointed but amused after their first time. He's worried Dream is going to dump him (and he's beating himself up, thinking he's so stupid for ever believing he could live up to Dream's standards), but Dream just smiles fondly at him and promises to teach him everything and train him to be a worthy lover for an Endless.

So after that, every night when Hob is in the Dreaming they work on his sexual education. Training montage: Dream makes him practice sucking his dick and eating his pussy until he really is the Pussy Eating Champion. Dream expects to come at least three times before Hob is even allowed to think about his own orgasm. Dream fucks his brains out and makes him a plug and a cock cage out of dreamstuff to wear in the waking, so he's always ready and can't cum unless it's on Dream's cock. Hob is, of course, a very eager and studious pupil, and he's more than happy to do anything Dream wants; he's realizing he's actually a lot kinkier than he thought. He loves being dommed by Dream, and Dream considers his education to be complete when Hob is able to successfully Dom *him* (which may or may not have been his goal from the beginning). The student has become the master, etc etc.

I love it here, you guys are so good to me <3 bad sex is so one of my kinks, especially coupled with a lil humiliation kink.

It's entirely fair to believe that Hob might have got a little bit too comfortable over the years. Recently his sexual experience has very much aligned with his modern image - middle class, a little boring, would probably rather just have a cup of tea. He's been sleeping with women mostly, and sadly he's been lulled into a false sense of security when they assure him that yes they did cum, honestly. Even in the decades before that a lot of what he did was drug fuelled and he can barely remember most of it.

Dream is a little disappointed, but on the whole he's amused and quite looking forward to giving Hob an education - after firmly telling him that his dick is nothing special and he really needs to work on his stamina (Hob is sitting there in stunned silence wondering how on earth this conversation is making him hard.)

Hob spends the next few months not being allowed to put his dick anywhere near Dream anyway. He's only allowed to pleasure Dream with his mouth, and only very occasionally allowed to cum. Dream is the strictest of teachers and resorts to corporal punishment when his student doesn't behave (spoiler alert, Hob also enjoys this more than he ought to).

Slowly Hob picks up the skills that he either lost or never had in the first place, and Dream becomes much more agreeable with him. After nearly half a year Hob is finally allowed to fuck Dream again, only this time he's wearing a cock ring and his purpose is only to bring his lover pleasure. Dream is so pleased with his progress that he even lets Hob cum inside him.

Before long Hob is coming home from work, grabbing Dream by the waist and hauling him over the sofa to tongue-fuck him until he screams. Which was more or less what Dream was hoping for during their first encounter. He's quite happy to sit on Hob’s (admittedly quite nice) dick these days, because he knows that Hob’s primary objective will forevermore be to make him cum.

Even if he does occasionally have to tie Dream up to do it. Oh yes, Dream needs to be educated too - about the perils of working too much and not letting off steam. Hob is only too happy to take on the role of teacher, this time.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw humiliation

[iprefertheterminsane]

Ok i'm a lil bit familiar w/ some of your WIPS here but the Sandman Fishbowl WIP is making me 👀👀 Can I ask about that, pls? 💗

ITS LITERALLY ONE OF THE FIRST SANDMAN FICS I EVER WROTE i DID share with you 😭😭😭 this was back whem Fishbowl Fics were still all the rage but i left it behind like 3 chapters in and forgot about it and now nobody is doing fishbowl fics anymore 😔😔😔😔. Basically Hob saves Dream from the Fishbowl and lives with Hob for a little after bc Hob manages to persuade they look for the tools human style. Its very similar to softest punk's Shelter except obviously softest punk actually published it and did it a whole lot better than I ever could. Anyway heres a snippet;

(...)

Through the ringing of his ears, something speaks. 

It resonates through the very bricks of the manor, and it trembles from it. It is from deep within the soul, of the mind, velvet seduction of a nightmare. 

(It is a voice Hob knows well.)

"Roderick Burgess."

It echoes from everywhere, quiet and earth-shaking, from nowhere at all. Hob shakes his head, rapid, like a dog shaking rain off his coat. 

"Do you know what you have done?"

I'm bleeding, Hob registers dimly, hands aching from torn open knuckles and peppered bits of glass, dusting his cheeks, his palms, the cold slick of the wall the blast had pushed him against. He uses it as leverage, hauling himself upwards. 

"For your monstrous greed, and petty arrogance, lives have been lost, and innocents have suffered."

The worst of the shrapnel had exploded forwards, in the direction of the gate, well away from Hob's angle of safety. The heavy mist had spread, spread, spread, and the manor is dead silent. 

Burgess Junior is slumped against the wall, motionless save-Hob notices with surprise-the shaky movements of his chest. 

Hob finds them. 

"No," cries Roderick Burgess, perched on his knees as Johanna Constantine had been in their pub, in 1789. His eyes are fogged white, unnatural, and he twitches violently from visions he cannot escape. "No, no, no, Randall, please-my son, my boy-," 

"You shall live as you had wished, Roderick Burgess." 

The Stranger says, standing with an outstretched hand, stance straight and sure, and his face doused in shadows. Inhuman. The order is made in finality. His lips move, but only barely. 

"And you shall beg for death."

With the sullen proclamation, the Stranger lowers his hand, and with it, it seems, the last of his strength. 

Hob watches as he collapses within himself, like an imposing tower finally reduced to rubble to reveal its cracked foundations at last. He moves without thinking, and catches his Stranger before he hits the ground, gathering him into his lap. The air is no longer so deathly cold as it had been before, but his Stranger shivers still. His greatcoat had been taken from him, but Hob takes off his own shirt to cover him despite his protests, and urges him to stand. 

"We need to get out of here," Hob tells him. "It's dawn soon, and the cops might be here any moment." 

"My tools," the Stranger insists. "They were taken from me." 

Hob is trying to figure out a gentle way to press that they are surrounded by dead bodies, a writhing old man and a quiet party, before he hears it again; familiar bird trills. 

The Stranger perks, head whipping to turn towards the entrance.

"Jessamy."

Before Hob could feel bitter from the reverential tone used for an unfamiliar woman's name, the large white-breasted raven finds them, and Hob almost startles. In his lap, his Stranger places a hand to his chest, and Hob calms despite himself. 

The raven flutters nervously, but decides, finally, to land on the floor by Hob's knee. She titters with worry, bumping against his Stranger's outstretched palm, and he practically slumps further from relief. 

"Jessamy," Hob mutters. "She's yours?" 

The Stranger doesn't answer, turning his head to bury his face in his chest instead, body shaking still, from exhaustion, anger, or the cold, perhaps even all three at once. He doesn't try to get him to stand again. His body aches, but he feels his miracle working already, how his skin begins to knit and spit glass from his flesh, leaving behind silvery scars or nothing at all. He counts to three, and with a single breath, lifts the entity in his arms, cradled in his arms in a bridal carry. 

His Stranger had always been thin, but he is light, lighter than Hob knows he should be. He tries not to panic about it. 

"I'm taking him home." He tells the bird. "Find the tools he's talking about, and follow us."

The bird flaps her wings twice, and caws.

"I'll keep him safe," Hob swears, with inadvisable conviction. "I promise." 

This, finally, mollifies her, and Hob follows her up the stairs. 

The party is silent, and bodies are slumped on floors, against tables and walls. It takes him a second glance to realize they weren't dead, as he had assumed. He hears snoring, even, and quickened breaths. 

"They're sleeping?" Hob asks, walking quickly but treading carefully over their bodies. 

The Stranger nods, eyes closed. 

"For how long?" 

Not dead, Hob surmised. But they might as well be.

"Forever." 

#dreamling #sandman #fishbowl fic #damn #love you yan i missed you sm

[spotsupstuff]

fuckin' around a lil bit with that idea of a more personified structure i've mentioned who knows how long ago now in some tags. i just.. adore the hit that is the sheer size of the Iterators when taken at whole so much... it terrifies me to my bones

inspired/motivated by a post by tanzdoesthings where they pointed at a puppet n said that is the Iterator's face. shit lit an actual lightbulb over my head...

unrelated to the art drabble underneath the cut

"I love you. Can this be understood?"

'No,' she sighs while she thinks... Just where can one begin to understand such a thing? An organic's brain isn't made for the comprehension of it, she's sure.

That every time pipes groan it is his veins stretching. Or that when she floats in his heart, the sound of its beats is strong enough to penetrate straight through her. Dammit, she has to wear a special suit just so her bones wouldn't shatter from a singular beat.

How can she properly grasp it, that he breathes only once a day- and just that is enough to rain destruction upon everything within his retaining walls. That he carries a whole city on his back- so small... almost unnoticed... Or that when she hides away in the shelters at his bases, it is akin to crawling underneath his skin?

It makes no sense for something that terrifyingly giant to exist. To live. Oh, why does it have to live just the same as her...?

Each component she understands. His blueprints are framed in the Mechanic's little house positioned near one of his more discreet entrances. The biggest blueprint takes up a whole wall, little notes made by her or the previous Mechanic scattered all over the detailings of his body.

Her fingertips trace over the white lines on the blue paper before bed, planning out a route for tomorrow- because oh it would take years to travel him whole unguided. One could so easily get lost within the mechanical organs, tangled in wires, strangled by accident in the tons upon tons of tightly knit cords- left as a corpse without a chance to be found in the less travelled recesses of him.

Palm in palm, she presses her hands against each other in hopeful prayer and in the anxiety the thought brings forward.

So small... so finite compared to him.

Sometimes when people want to disappear for a while from the little city- little? It holds thousands upon thousands of life like me- including her, they wander the dusty metal desert that makes up his backside. All the way to the edge of him, edge of the world that he represents- is... And then just stare over the clouds.

The more daring ones, more agile and capable, climb down a little ways- finding crannies in his skin that he'll never notice for purchase.

One time- while feeling terribly lonely and sad- she climbed as low as she dared. Just above the clouds. Some almost licked at her feet as they rolled around him- submitting to his presence like waves to boats. The clouds turned grey, his sirens blared below and she was scared. Not for herself, but for the childhood she spent living beneath him- for family still stuck there.

And she'd hide away in a crook in his panels- a fault she will once have to fix- tearing at the moss that somehow managed to make livelihood here. Waiting... for nothing.

Then he looked to her, red Overseer popping out of nowhere. The uncomprehensible, godly by its sheer size thing giving her maybe all of his attention. And she feels guilty, worming around his skin- hiding in it- like this.

Though he tells her: rather apologize for disappearing like that, for not answering the hails. As if the violation of his physique wasn't actually anything... It had been so weird, having him fuss over her like so. There's better things a fake god like him has to do.

'I love you. Can this be understood?' still stares at her from her watch, unanswered.

"I don't think it can...," she writes him, feeling sad, confused, intimidated.

"Oh..."

She rushes to reassure him. "I love you back anyway though. Don't worry, weirdo"

#spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #shpootlin-doodlin #im fucked up man....... #JGSKLMCKLSD that shit wouldve been the iterator design if the ancients CAAAAAAAAAARED #oh those lil shits would be happy n healthy but nuuuuuu

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Crack/Suggestive🍧🍭

▶️: what you want for christmas - quad city dj's, 69 boyz, & k-nock

“LICK MY BALLS AND I’LL START HOLLIN’ LIKE, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!”

Nahoya basically screamed out as his brother Souya trailed behind him just looking like he wanted to disappear into thin air.

You walked next to your own twin who had a mischievous grin mirroring Smiley’s on her face.

“Oh no…I’m covering my ears now.” You placed both on either side of your head on top of your pink ear muffs.

“LICK THE BOOTY, YOU’LL HAVE ME SQUALLIN’, LIKE LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!” 

Once her mouth closed, you shot her an irritated and embarrassed look.

“You do know that children live in this neighborhood, right?” 

She shrugged with her smile never faltering.

“You know what I always say. Fuck them kids.” 

Not having the mental capacity to uphold this conversation, you gravitate to Souya’s side.

He looked down at you with his typical angry expression plastered across his face, but his cheeks were tinged the slightest bit pink.

“Can we please pretend that we don't know them? Better yet, let’s drop them off at the homeless shelter around the corner. I'm sure the residents there would enjoy two clowns for entertainment.”

You laughed out loud at his suggestion causing the wrinkles in his forehead to visibly relax.

“That's not a bad idea, actually. Though on the other hand, if they get thrown out we'll have a major complaint from the city to deal with.” 

“Yeah, you're probably right about that.” Souya scratched the side of his fluffy blue head.

You and your twin, S/N, had been knowing Nahoya and Souya Kawata for some years now.

After a particularly long, drawn-out meeting of your all-girl biker gang, the two of you decided to grab something to eat one night, thus causing you two to stumble into their restaurant. 

Nahoya was quick to engage the both of you in conversation as both brothers worked on preparing your orders.

When they saw your gang jackets, they began telling you stories of their glory days when they were both known as The Twin Devils.

Ever since then, the four of you had been inseparable.

Which is why you're now all out trekking through a light snowfall in your old neighborhood, singing Christmas carols to inspire some holiday joy.

Well, you don't know what Nahoya and S/N are singing…

“If you two are done sharing a brain cell, we can hit up the next street over.” You said with a shake of your head. Long tresses flipped over your shoulders with the movement.

“Don't be a buzzkill, N/N! We’re just having a bit of fun!” 

“Yeah, N/N! Listen to your sister!” Nahoya chimed in when no one asked.

“Why should I? I'm the older twin and the captain!” You laughed.

The four of you rounded the corner. Every porch was decorated in multicolored Christmas lights with beautifully ornate wreaths attached to the doors.

You and S/N didn’t bring your bikes since Nahoya insisted on driving you all in his brand new, shiny black Cadillac truck which he'd left parked on this street and dared somebody to touch.

“These Christmas carols are for old people. It’s time to make things a bit more interesting.”

“More interesting than what you two were just doing?” Souya complained with a roll of his eyes.

Smiley just ignored him and, with that signature grin of his, pressed play on the radio in the car:

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

You almost screamed when Nahoya hopped up on the roof of the truck and started dancing, scared that he was going to fall.

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Look here Santa Claus, this the deal

On Christmas, you got to keep it real

Imma go to da club on Christmas Eve 

And when I come home I wanna see,

Gifts underneath my Christmas tree

With a big booty girl that you left for me

Stockings on my fireplace

Full of that eggnog alizé

And if it ain’t too much to ask

Can you leave me a lil extra cash?

Cause I ain’t gone lie

All these Christmas lights got my light bill high”

You and Souya just looked on in slight astonishment as Nahoya belted out the lyrics like second nature, while also rolling his hips and popping his dick…

S/N started laughing and dancing on the side of the truck.

“I ain’t got no chocolate chips

To go along with no glass of milk

But I got some chips and dip, baby” 

Kool-Aid to sip, baby”

He had an arm thrown behind his peach-colored head as he dipped his pelvis back and forth.

“Imma leave the club at a quarter ‘til four

And all I wanna see when I hit the door

These twelve things on my Christmas list

And it goes a lil something like this:”

“Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em I guess.” You grinned at Souya who blushed again then shrugged.

You started shaking your tambourine and hitting it against your open palm while Souya started beat-boxing into his hands.

“I want a 12-disc changer

11 filly blunts

10 karat gold

9 Sega tapes

8 gold teeth

7 pairs of jeans

6 pack of beer

He paused dramatically, 

“5 fresh gold chainnnnnns”

Souya snorted hard into his hands, making you giggle.

“4 thirty smokers

3 pack of draws

2 girlfriends

With a Cadillac to put it all in!”

You turned to Souya with a smile, “Hey player, what you gonna get her for Christmas?”

He immediately responded, “Girl, what you gonna get that boy?”

“OH BABY, BABY!” Nahoya screamed out.

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on now!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Ride out now!)

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Say what?!”

S/N jumped in with the next verse:

“Christmas Day, the birth of Christ, no doubt

That’s what it’s all about

Smiley stop the beat for a sec

Show some respect

You all paused before resuming.

“Santa Claus, what’s up with you?”

Tell S/N what you gone do

Cause I want everything I say

When I wake up on Christmas Day

Help me out if you can

Cause I need a real good man

Cute with a whole lot of cash flow

Standing underneath my mistletoe

And it ain’t no ifs, ands, or no buts

Gone and fill my stocking up

With a lot of shoes, a lot of clothes

A lot of cash, a lot of gold

S/N want a lot of stuff

So if you think you got enough

Get ready, cause my Christmas list

Goes a lil something like this:”

“You better be taking notes, Smiley.” You giggled. He just continued grinning while Souya and you squatted down and rode the beat with her.

“I want 12 hundred dollars

11 pairs of shoes

10 fingernails

9 packs of weave

8 male strippers

7 bus passes

6 diamond rings”

She paused just like Smiley had,

“5 months free reeeent!” 

The three of you burst out laughing at her.

“4 bangles

3 pocketbooks

2 earrings

And a man with a lot of money!”

“I’m right here, baby!” Smiley threw his arms in the air.

“Oh baby, come on!” You and Souya started bumping elbows and rolling your hips like Smiley was while S/N twerked against the passenger side door.

Some of the houses’ lights flicked on and a few people even came outside to dance with you all.

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on!

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on now!

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

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After your little performance, one of the neighbors offered to fix you all a plate of cookies and some hot cocoa since they were so entertained by your display.

Your sister went along with the twins to help them carry the stuff out while you sat down in Smiley’s truck to catch your breath and put your tambourine away. You would need it for church on Sunday.

You knew it had to be getting extremely late now since the houses started to go dark. Nobody wanted a high ass light bill to pay in January.

The driver side door opened and a weight settled into the seat beside you. As you turned your head, the light over your head had already gone dark again, preventing you from seeing who it was.

When you felt a soft brush of curls against your cheek and the deep smell of men’s cologne you certainly knew  that it wasn’t your sister.

“Hey, took you long enough. Where’s S/N?”

He just chuckled and palmed your chin, bringing it up so he could breathe his warm breath over your glossy lips.

“Don’t worry, my brother is keeping her occupied.”

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kenjorine band au oneshot <3

characters; kenny mccormick x marjorine stotch

warnings; tooth-rotting fluff teehee

a/n; short lil oneshot bcos i love these silly little guys!!

the brick wall of the alleyway is cold and damp as marj leans her head against it, finger twirled around the cord of a decrepit payphone. she’s lucky it still works, she thinks, before her thoughts are drowned out by the dial tone she’d come to know and love.

crimson dawn’s tour had been a success thus far; 14 sold out shows, with 1 more to go. stan, jimmy, marj and bebe had spent countless nights exploring the cities they’d only be in for a day or so, before they’d be back on the bus, travelling to the next to do it all over again. it was incredible, and she’d seen more of america than she thought she’d ever see in her life in just the space of two weeks. the band had been a silly pastime for her a year ago. an escape from her parents and their sheltered household. now, playing to crowds of thousands of fans every night, she’s sure nothing can feel as perfect as this.

well, except, maybe..

“marj.”

his voice is quiet, and she almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of the bustling nighttime streets of phoenix. she holds in a squeal of happiness. “hiya, ken!”

she can hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, then sigh. it’s not a frustrated sigh, or a fed-up sigh- those, she was used to hearing, especially from her parents. this was a sigh of comfort, like a weight’s been lifted from kenny’s shoulders.

he’d never been a religious man, though his family were. promises of eternal happiness and a loving god with a ‘plan’ seemed so far from reality. but, after every show, when the phone rings and he hears her sweet, sweet voice, he could fall to his knees and pray, thank whatever divine being brought her to him.

“how was the show?” it’s a simple question, and he asks it every night without fail. he makes sure she’s okay after the bad ones, and congratulates her after the good ones, and always, always tells her how proud he is of her. kenny had left crimson dawn to work with his brother at the auto shop, hoping to save up some money to put karen through college further down the line. marjorine was still butters back then. music wasn’t kenny’s biggest passion anyway. that spot was saved for his sister and now, also, marj. the only people in the world he’d die a hundred times over for.

“so much fun. our next one’s gonna be the best we’ve ever done, though. pinky promise.” she giggles into the receiver. stan had made sure that south park was their last stop on the tour, meaning tomorrow she’d be home. maybe not her actual house; she’d been living in bebe’s spare room since she told her parents she didn’t wanna go to college. no, home. with kenny. she swears she can hear his grin through the phone.

“do i get a backstage pass? yknow, since i’m a groupie.” she laughs and it’s loud and real and it feels so good to be joking around, to forget about how difficult it is being away from him. “aw ken, of course you do! i wouldn’t exactly call you a groupie, though,”

“my girlfriend is a fuckin’ gorgeous, talented rockstar. i wear the word groupie like a badge of honour, babe.”

marj looks out to the street as she hears the backstage door open, watching jimmy lean against the handrail of the stairs while stan and bebe use his crutches as swords, doubling over, laughing their asses off. they’re all red in the face, still sweating from the show, but they’re having the time of their lives, and so is she. admiring the people she’s been through her worst and best times with as they act like completely loveable idiots. it’s bittersweet; she wishes kenny was there to watch too.

she’s silent for a moment, listening to his soft, rhythmic breathing, dulled slightly by the static of the old phone. “geez, ken, i miss you,” it comes out cracked and quiet, and she doesn’t even realise there’s a tear rolling down her cheek until it brushes her lip. she wipes it away, pretending it’s his hand instead of her own. “one more night, babe. then i’m all yours.” marj lets out a sniffly laugh, even though she knows his words aren’t true. it didn’t matter whether she was in his arms, or in the depths of hell; wherever they ended up, he’d always be all hers.

#brook1yn-baby #south park #kenny mccormick #sp kenny #south park kenny #kenny x butters #kenny x marjorine #sp kenjorine #south park kenjorine #sp angst #butters leopold stotch #south park marjorine #marjorine stotch #sp marjorine #sp butters #south park butters #crimson dawn #stan marsh #bebe stevens #jimmy valmer #sp au #south park au #oneshot #my babies

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Yo! I stumbled across your page from your Stranger Things Big Bro series. I just wanted to throw this out there, but honestly feel free to ignore it if you're busy or requests aren't actually open now.

BUT, I'm honestly quite interested to see how Big Bro Y/N would react to Eddie's death, as you very vaguely put in my head from the note on part 2. So, if you're willing I'd love to live through that God awful pain if you write it. :D

Anyways, don't feel pressured to write it or nothing. I do really enjoy your writing though! Keep up the hard work, but remember to take care of yourself!! Stay hydrated, get sleep, and eat proper meals! I'm not afraid to go big bro mode for a random person on the internet! >:(

Note: I was gonna write it one way or another lmao! And I’m keeping myself hydrated and I do get some sleep and I eat proper meals so there’s nothing to worry about 😭. Ngl I actually cried writing this cause Eddie got a lil special place in my heart-

THE BIG BRO FIGURE (pt.3)

Character(s): Eddie Munson

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Angst soooo yeahhh

Warning(s): Spoiler of s4 of Stranger Things & mentions of death so don’t blame me if you get spoiled by this!

Edited: ❌

After the 'earthquake' had settled down everyone had to move out from their houses and into the schools auditorium to seek shelter.

Especially those whose homes were destroyed which was yours so you definitely had to stay at the auditorium till everything was settled.

Currently, you were looking around the place looking for Eddie, you even asked people if they've seen him or not and of course they would answer with 'why are you looking for that freak?' or 'he's probably dead somewhere who cares' and that honestly just broke your heart on how everyone viewed Eddie.

He's such a sweet person, but only you, Dustin, Robin, Max, Steve, and his uncle know this. Eventually while looking, you spotted Dustin talking with Eddie's uncle who looked sad. "What happened? Dustin have you seen Eddie? I can't find him anywhere." You asked and placed a hand on Dustin's shoulder. He looked at you, his bottom lip quivering a bit as he sniffled.

You looked over at his uncle and saw that necklace Eddie wore in his hands. "Is he..." Dustin nodded as he stood up and patted your back. "Haha...you're lying right? This is all just some sick twisted joke, right?!" You shouted and gripped both of Dustin's shoulders making him look you in the eyes.

"Y/n...he's dead...I couldn't do anything he wanted to prove he wasn't a coward and stayed back...! He died a hero, Y/n.." Dustin cried as he gripped onto your jacket. Your grip loosened as he stood there, allowing that information to sink in.

Tears quickly filled your eyes as he sat down on the floor and held your head in your hands. Dustin sat next to you and rubbed circles on your back making you sob harder and harder. Knowing Eddie had died broke you and it stung real deep. To think the person you thought of as a little brother just die like that without warning was the most pain you've experienced emotionally.

"Dustin...I don't know what to do..." You cried and looked at Dustin who was crying too.

"Just let it out Y/n...there's nothing both you and I can do about it..."

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x male reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie x reader #fiction #angst #male reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things

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Triangle dot com sleepover time!!! Tell me more about your two bread shaped cats!

Ok so actually I never reblog the sleepover asks but let's go I guess XD Also the pictures where kind of funny ok

No seriously thank you for the question! I'm glad to got asks so I will gladly answer! But before talking about my lil current bread cats (help that was in winter!) I will talk about all the pets I ever got (we got a couple of fish as a child but they don't count, and there's currently a big red fish white now lol at my parents home.)

Patate (his name basically means potatoes I know) he was a black and white cat my parent got before their wedding and my birth. He died when I was around 4 I think. He was a really kind and cool cat. He even tried to sleep in my bed when I wasn't there XD Before my parents wedding (2y before my birth) my mom had to go to the hospital... when she came back the cat wasn't happy XD but forgive her eventually. Likewise for my birth we stay one week at the maternity he was a bit confuse but warmed up fast from what they told me.

Noisette. When I was hm 9y? I think? We got her from a friend of my mother. She was a white and red cat and only kitten of the litter. As the kitten she was really sweet but as adult idk she become agressive and caracterial. My lil bro was really scared and she started to attack us. So we had to gave her to a shelter... I hope she's doing great.. BUT before she leave she left us with 2 adorable angels :)

Cookie & Tigrou : My dearest baby cats ❤️ They are the sons of Noisette and were born in our house. I remember when they were kitten they slept both with me. Cookie was almost all white with a red tail and a few red spot on the forehead, ears and neck. Sadly he died when he was 1-2 years old.. I couldn't even see him before he was buried. That was a long time ago.

As for his brother Tigrou :) (named Tigre originally and on his papers lol) it's him! he's 12 years now I think! yeah it's my lil baby boy I love him so much.

Praline : A few years (3years??) ago, I discover a young and wild cat/kitten in our backward who was hiding. A little female. She end up sticking around and our cat tolerated her. Still she stay really afraid of humans and she can't live in a home for too long. You can't just take her in our arms and walk I got hurt the hard way XD Still there is occasion you can approach her and caress her.

And! She got 2 litters and even birth the first one my room damnit XD So for the first litter, 4 adorable kittens.<3

(2 male, one black and the tabby one & 2 females with black fur, the last one here being the one with long fur)

It was during quarantine I had all the time to take care of them. My recommandations: don't let unhinged kitten in your room h24 :) it's a bad idea. I miss them a lot but they all have super families now.

One of her daughter had long fur, i don’t have pictures on this phone but she is so pretty now.

A few months later we didn't managed to sterilize her in time and she got another litter. 6 kitten. I don't wanna talk about it but all you need to know is that we ended up with 3 kitten that grow up healthy and all have family now. (2 female : the marble and black one and a male, the tabby one). (The marble one was adopted by my uncle & cousins too)

I am doing my studies overseas so I can't really saw them now and it pained me so much ;-; but I know my parents & brother are talking good care of them.

#cats #my asks #my photography #thanks for the ask! #kitten #cat #Also Jara pls could you be more specific on the headcanons ask? because I have all the life of this characters in my head XD #so yeah tell me in dm if you want smt a bit specific thanks!

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summary: the na’vi know how to adapt. and they know how to party. so, what’s a little combination of the two?

neteyam x oc(1) // (implied) lo’ak x oc(2)

a/n: okay, so rq before you begin to read this partial mess partial beauty, here’s a bit of context: these are two ocs made by me and my bestie boo, so, as these ocs were the first thing that started my creativity streak, i decided to write this lil thing about them — do not be shocked if they show up again, because they’re the cutest lil pair and i love them. if x oc fics aren’t your thing, no harm, no foul, totally get it! but, i hope you can enjoy this anyway! (also!! let me know if you a) want a part two, or b) would like to be tagged in my next avatar fics)

tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @eywas-heir (idk if y'all preferred x ocs or x readers so i just did both -- rather be safe than sorry, but don't feel obligated to read at all!!)

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a date to celebrate

every year in the beautiful world of pandora, ever since that fateful battle fifteen years prior, there is a call to celebrate.

now, it might seem odd to throw a party over such a gruesome event, and that detail is anything but ignored, given the celebration is four days long with one day meant solely for grieving the lives lost thanks to the sky-people, but there is so much more behind that famous battle than just death and destruction.

on that day, the day in which the na’vi people regained control of their lands, their homes, and their lives, pandora became united. clans from around the globe, clans with an array of different people, different cultures, different homes, different lives, all came together and became one pandora.

despite the pain and loss that came with that date, there also seemed to be a newly made connection, though bittersweet.

in response to the pain inflicted upon the na’vi people, a sense of stubbornness arose from the angry community. they decided, after looking at the forest that was littered with the bodies of those they loved, that they would not let the sky-people win. ever. and to keep them from doing so, the na’vi made it so that they would not let this day weigh upon the lives of everyone else who had been blessed by eywa, everyone else who still stood, breathed, and walked on their planet.

they decided that it would become a date to remember. a date to appreciate. a date to celebrate.

the first day was always the most difficult. the transition from mourning and grief to a place of happiness and excitement, that always had avirya in a doozy.

of course, she always felt so silly thinking that way. especially considering the fact that she never actually knew her father. all that she really knew is that he went into that battle believing that he would return home to his infant son and newly pregnant mate.

avirya never knew her father, but she was all too familiar with the lack of one. her mother, pawey, tried to be strong… and she was! but, avirya couldn’t help but feel like it was her mother’s fault for joining that raid five years ago. that raid of six people in which all of them lost their lives, including the parents of avirya’s childhood best friend, tarya.

for the past five years, since the losses of their parents, tarya and avirya have been sheltered by avirya’s older brother with the help of the sully family.

unfortunately, although both girls were well aware of the reality of it all, that life could only last so long. her older brother, tstaw, had a life to live, a life far bigger than the two girls that weighed him down, as much as he denied it. he had a mate, and it wouldn’t be long before they were expecting a child of their own, so, as unusual as it was, the two best friends adopted a sense of maturity as they decided that they would house themselves together, just the two of them.

as a result, tarya and avirya often found themselves surrounded by the sullys. part of their affiliation with the family stemmed from their small childhood connection thanks to neytiri’s friendship with the girls’ late mothers, but recently they got even closer with them after neteyam and avirya finally let the public know of their secret relationship (and as much as they deny it, everybody knows that tarya and lo’ak have sparked the beginning of their own journey).

so, as the trend of life has recently been going, tarya and avirya woke up early to busy themselves with members of the sullys. thanks to the ftxozä te nìolo', they were expected, as the omaticaya’s olo’eyktan family, to help set up the center of the forest for the (what seemed like thousands of) clans that were arriving later that afternoon.

still adjusting to the emotional environment, avirya found herself dreary and partially depressed, if anything, as tuk babbled on and on about some form of seven-year-old nonsense while she led avirya and tarya through the morning-lit forest.

dew balanced delicately on the leaves, the mud underneath their feet allowing for a bit of give as they walked. the air was nice, not humid, but not cold. just enough sun with just enough breeze.

avirya could feel the concerned eyes of tarya doting on her constantly, juggling the duties of entertaining tuk while also making sure avirya didn’t accidentally doze off on their walk (and if she did, it was tuk’s fault for waking them up before dawn that morning.)

guilt collected itself in her stomach, feeling awful about ruining the mood of an extremely exciting holiday, and she knew that once she heard the music, saw the clans arrive, tasted the diverse collection of food, danced with neteyam… she would be fine. perfect, even. but, avirya always struggled with transitioning. especially when the last sight she saw the night before was the memorial of her father, tears streaming down her and her brother’s cheeks.

she shook the thought away as quickly as it arrived. she needed to have fun. she needed tarya to have fun. so, avirya forced a soft smile on her face as she regained focus on the small body of tuk.

“do you know what i’m excited for, tarya?” her high-pitched voice asked, a giggle hidden beneath her words.

tarya hummed thoughtfully. “no, i don’t know. tell me!”

“i’m excited to dance. oh, i love dancing!” she squealed at the thought of it. “i love today. and tomorrow. and the day after that!”

tarya laughed, grabbing tuk right before she leapt off of the small rock she’d been perched on. the girl shrieked with delight. “oh my, tuk! when will you learn to live in the moment, you goof!” avirya couldn’t fight her own chuckle as she watched tarya spin the small seven-year-old around in her arms just before bringing her up and plopping her on her shoulders.

avirya didn’t miss the flicker of relief when tarya noticed avriya’s smile.

“what are we looking for, again?” avirya asked tuk, flicking the bottom of the girl’s foot as she walked past.

tuk groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. she’s been watching kiri, avirya thought with a laugh. “we’re looking for pretty flowers. obviously! every year we wake up early and go find flowers to braid in our hair. don’t you remember?” the sass in that young girl’s eyes was actually quite shocking.

avirya raised her hands in mock defense. “i’m sorry, tuktuk. i didn’t realize it was such a sore spot for you.” the older girl playfully stuck her tongue out, causing all three of them to burst into giggles.

see, avirya thought. i knew it’d get better.

and it just kept getting even better. the girls had entertained themselves throughout the day by entertaining tuk, educating her in the ways of “girls’ day.” of course, that included braiding their newly picked flowers into each other's hair, as well as some extravagant mud-masks, courtesy of tuk’s favorite mud puddle.

they’d barely seen the sully family that day, only stopping by to grab snacks before leaving to go visit the stream. there was, of course, a reason for their isolation… avirya and tarya were the babysitters. because the rest of the family was expected to help set up the entire event, both girls quickly jumped onto the job of watching over tuk—it seemed much more enjoyable.

the day passed by quickly, much quicker than any of the girls could have guessed. it wasn’t long before the trio practically sprinted back to avirya and tarya’s home to get ready.

tuk, as she’d planned the day before, had all of her materials laid out in the corner of the hut, her accessories each placed in a very intricate way so they wouldn’t get tangled or hurt in any way, shape, or form.

they all rushed to get changed, pulling on their thin tops (more coverage than usual, thanks to the inevitable fate of dancing that night) and bottoms before they stood in a little train formation, painting each others’ skin with colorful paint.

after the design was finalized (and dry, despite tuk’s impatience), it was tarya’s favorite part: accessories.

while tuk already had her things planned out, the older girls were far too stupid to think ahead. so, instead, both girls were screaming at each other, throwing different items of clothing across the room as they tried to pick the perfect necklace, the perfect scarf, the perfect feathers. meanwhile, tuk sat on tarya’s bed, kicking her feet in annoyance.

eventually, although their timing was more than risky, they found their perfect outfits. each girl adopted their own color scheme, the idea of matching being one of the worst obstacles they’d faced through that chaos.

just as avirya was adjusting tarya’s scarf that hung over her bodice, the whole forest seemed to freeze at the sound of a horn blowing.

“they’re here!” tuk gasped, her small hands pressed to her cheeks. “avirya, tarya! they’re here!” she shrieked, turning to the older girls with one of the brightest smiles they’d seen grace her face.

and then… they were off.

the trio raced through the forest, tarya cursing silently as she felt some of her paint smudge after she barely avoided a tree.

although they attempted to yell at the young girl to slow down, it did not work. instead, avriya was convinced that it motivated the girl to speed up even more.

as they neared the site of festivities, the sounds of celebration became even clearer. they could feel the rumble of ikrans landing, dropping off their riders from clans away. music spread through the air, the beat of the drums creating a rhythm that they could almost feel. all in one moment, avirya remembered the magic of the ftxozä te nìolo'.

as they reached the cliff in which their guests flooded in from, the girls were able to catch sight of the toruk makto who stood with the rest of his family.

“mom!” little tuk cried, running up to neytiri. at the sound of her youngest child’s voice, the mother turned almost instinctively, dropping down and opening her arms wide so tuk could run straight into her embrace.

avirya eyed the scenery with a look of complete and utter awe. the atmosphere was nearly intoxicating, the way it filled her with a feeling that nothing else could compare to. it was beautiful.

as she stared around the center of festivities, watching as people from an array of different clans seemed to be reuniting with each other from former ftxozä te nìolo's, she didn’t even notice netayam’s presence before he leaned down and hugged her shoulders from behind.

avirya shrieked in delight, laughing as he shook her playfully. “let me go, neteyam, you skxawng.”

the boy only laughed, dropping his hand from her shoulder and onto her arms. as a result, neteyam spun the girl out of his grasp, her hair flaring outwards as she twirled.

once she stopped spinning, avirya’s smile only rested on her lips, her eyes once again tracking back to the festivities. it had only been, what, twenty minutes, and they were already dancing?

“we should join, neteyam,” she suddenly declared. her words, shocking both him and tarya, ever the eavesdropper.

he grabbed her hand softly, subconsciously playing with her fingers as he thought. “avi,” he began, words slow and thoughtful. “i want to, but my parents…” he trailed off, looking behind his shoulder to where neytiri and jake stood.

and then, all of a sudden, like eywa blessed neteyam herself, jake and neytiri could only smile at the young couple, allowing jake to catch his oldest son’s eye and nod towards the crowd of dancing na’vi.

"Go, have fun."

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam x oc #lo'ak x oc #avatar x oc #neteyam #lo'ak #sully family x oc #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #tuk sully #tuktirey #avatar 2 x oc #avatar oc #omaticaya

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My entry for Maycury Week 2022 organised by @rhyewritersstudio , featuring Witch Freddie and Vampire Brian from my Witches×Monsters AU 💕

"If we can find a place we actually belong, where we're at peace, who's to deny us?"

I really wanted to make something new with my Witches×Monsters AU (that you can read here!) and I thought this was a perfect occasion to explore Brian and Freddie's bond in this story. If you thought I forgot about this AU you're wrong, and I hope to be able to create more content for it soon 🥺💕 I loved drawing this and I'm incredibly happy with the result!

Please do not trace or repost! Reblogs and comments are welcomed! 💜

I wrote a lil drabble under the cut, nothing new if you know this AU but I feel it's a nice extra 🥰 It’s set when the boys are already at the Witches’ cottage, a safe place where all of them can be themselves and practice magic without Hunters around, but Brian still needs a boost to his confidence and some reassuring words.

Brian had just woken up, the Sun almost setting on the horizon before leaving space to the Moon and the darkness she carried with her. It was a bit early for him, but Chrissie was already cooking and the broth’s scent filled Brian's nostrils, though it wasn't enough to lighten his mood.

He sat on a bench in the garden, admiring the setting Sun, and missing the real warmth of the day. It was another gloomy moment for him, his still heart constantly aching for being a Vampire, a curse imposed on him against his will.

When he walked out the cottage as well, Freddie noticed Brian's dark face and sat next to him. For the past few years he blamed himself for Mary's attack against Brian, her choice of turning him into a vampire and not Freddie; she was Freddie's friend, but that was a betrayal and he put a hex on her to keep her afar, and yet he still felt it was his fault if Brian was now cursed. But it wasn't the only reason for his care about Brian, his friendship was genuine since when Bri was still a human.

"Hey, Bri."

Brian's red eyes glowed in the sunset, warm and kind despite the color, and Freddie smiled.

"Freddie." He nodded, his curls bouncing. "Sorry, it seems today I'm missing the Sun and the brightness of the daylight."

"You know you don't have to excuse yourself with me, darling." Freddie nudged his arm and Bri gave him a sheepish smile, his pointy canines poking out his lips. "What else is troubling you?"

"I... I don't know, I feel getting blood from Chrissie as well is unfair, she and the other girls are sheltering us and I'd want to help instead of making her weaker." He murmured, aware that he needed blood to survive and that Freddie and Chrissie were offering their blood to drink every once in a while, when the animal prey caught by the Werewolves weren’t enough.

Freddie shook his head, acknowledging Brian’s troubles. "I saw her, she's doing well! But... if you want to help, just go inside and give her a hand with the dinner!" He suggested. More than often Brian needed a distraction to his own thoughts, let it be music, astronomy, or -more recently- Chrissie herself.

"Freddie?" The Vampire stretched his skinny arms.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I'll be useful to the group one day? John and Roger are skilled and powerful Werewolves, you and the girls are amazing Witches... and I'm just a sad Vampire." He moped, earning a patient eye roll from Freddie, framed by a thick line of kohl. 

"You're not just a sad Vampire, Brian!" The Witch placed a friendly hand on his back in a soothing gesture. "You're our friend and I love you no matter what!"

Freddie inflated his hairy chest, doing everything he could to boost his best friend’s confidence, being earnest about his feelings and just letting him know that he was there, as always, a steady point in their lives. 

"You're intelligent and have a heart of gold, Brian, and I'm sure one day you'll be able to master all your Vampire powers and turn your sorrow into art, as we all do. And it'll be brighter than everyone's, I tell you!" He gave Brian a huge bright smile, showing his teeth he was usually so shy about, and a small light started glowing in Brian’s still heart.

"Do you really believe it, Freddie?"

"Absolutely. Look into my eyes, Bri. You can do anything! And if you have any doubt or fear... we're all here for you."

#rachelb's art #maycury week 2022 #maycuryweek #platonic maycury #witches x monsters au #witch!freddie #Vampire!brian #brian may #brian may fanart #freddie mercury queen #freddie mercury fanart #freddie mercury #brian may queen #digital art #witchesxmonsters au #halloween au

[suckitsurveys]

Has anyone ever made fun of your taste in music? Yes, which is so dumb.

What’s your favorite season of the year? Summer.

Do you have pop-tarts in your house right now? Nope.

Is anyone’s birthday coming up? One of my cousin’s birthdays is this month.

Does someone owe you over twenty dollars? Yup.

Do you remember who you liked in grade eight? No one, really.

When was the last time you burned any part of your body? My mouth earlier today because I can never wait to drink my tea.

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? Probably.

Are you dressing up for Halloween this year? Of course! I really wanna be Tonya from The White Lotus.

Have you ever called somebody dollface? Maybe as a joke.

If I gave you ten dollars, what would you spend it on? Lunch.

Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? Nope.

What are you most excited about right now? My family and I are going on a lil mini vacation to an indoor waterpark at the end of the month and we’re going WITHOUT my brother in law and I’m so GOD DAMN happy.

Does / did either of your parents serve in the military? They never did.

Are you somewhat of a perfectionist? To a fault.

Do you like sour candy? Yes.

Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? We never really went on a honeymoon but I’d love to go somewhere tropical.

Do you have Verizon? No.

What do you do to stay awake when you’re tired? Coffee.

Are all nighters something you have grown used to? I wouldn’t say I’m “used” to them, no. It’s not something I do often because I don’t really have any reasons to stay awake like that anymore.

Do you usually wear sunglasses when you’re driving? Yes. Prescription sunglasses have been a game changer.

Do you wear your shoes around the house? Nope.

Is there ever a time that you enjoy cold showers? Yeah, when it’s really hot outside.

What clothes are you most comfortable in? Hoodies and leggings/jeans or big tees and bike shorts. Or hoodies and bike shorts or big tees and leggings/jeans.

Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? My husband and my best friend Sarah.

What has changed most about you in the past year? I’m getting better at setting boundaries not only for my mental health but also my physical health.

Are you good at painting nails? Eh. I haven’t painted my own nails in a really long time.

Smoothies or slushies? Smoothies.

Are you good at filling silence in awkward situations? Sometimes, sure.

Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? No.

Elaborate on a way you have volunteered? I used to belong to a group in high school that did a lot of volunteering. We went to animal shelters or helped kids or cleaned up trash mostly. I’ve also done stuff for school and helped my sister with various things too.

Do you use a full length mirror daily? Yeah. I mean, I walk passed one every morning at least.

Can you walk in heels, or do you feel awkward in them? Nope.

Any TV shows you sit down weekly to watch? The only thing currently airing on a regular basis that I watch is SNL. Otherwise, I basically just binge watch stuff.

Does anybody know about your sex life other than your partners? I mean, I don’t talk about it often with anyone. Not that I wouldn’t, it just doesn’t come up usually.

Even if you don’t like politics, do you still have opinions on the issues? Of course.

Are you one to sneak food into movie theaters? No, if I am going to the movies, I want movie theater popcorn and that’s it.

Will you tell someone if there’s something in their teeth? If I know them, yeah.

Do you ever actually make your bed? I don’t because there’s usually a cat or a husband sleeping in it still before I leave for the day. Sometimes Mark will make it but I don’t really see the point unless we had company or something and they can see into our room.

Do you make an effort to eat healthy? I have been lately. Just mainly getting better at moderation and curbing my cravings for sweet stuff by making smoothies instead.

How are things between the person you like / love / are with? Amazing! I love him more and more every day.

Where did you sleep last night? In my bed.

The last time you kissed someone, what color of shirt were they wearing? Black.

What kind of booze did you last take shots of? Tequila at my friend’s birthday/engagement party back in November.

What’s something you want to purchase next time you’re at the mall? I don’t have any set plans to go to a mall anytime soon.

Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? Yes.

If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? I’d love to be front row at Lana Del Rey or Billie Eilish or Olivia Rodrigo, even though I’ve already seen Lana and Billie live twice and I’m going to see Olivia next month!

If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? The money, no question. Fuck a regret.

Are you taller than your mom? I was by an inch by the time she passed.

Have you ever been around someone who was high? Several times, including myself.

Do you prefer to take your showers at night or in the morning? Night.

Think back to June. Were you in a relationship? Yup.

What’s so special about what you’re wearing? Nothing really.

Do you have any ‘naughty’ photos on your phone? Nope.

Could you handle living with a male roommate? I mean, I live with my husband.

What were you doing at 10:00 this morning? This actually. And working. I keep going back and forth.

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? I actually am.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? I know they do.

What do you miss the most about your past? Blah.

When is the next time you will kiss someone? When I get home later.

Has anyone taken their shirt off in front of you? Yes.

Plan on getting drunk or high tonight? Nah.

In the past week, have you cried hysterically? Yup..

Do you think you’ll actually live a happy life with somebody? I am.

Are you on birth control? Nope, I don’t need to be.

Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Kinda, Mark and I were talking a little bit.

Last time you were really happy? I mean, I am okay right now.

Do you tend to fall for players? Nope.

Why aren’t you in ‘love’ with your last ex? Because I am not.

Have you ever asked a boy for advice? Yes..

Are you wrapped in a blanket? Nope.

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? Lol good one.

Have you spoken to your mother today? Father? Neither yet. Well, I mean, I won’t talk to my mom, because she’s dead, but I will see my father later when I stop by before I go to the gym.

#surveys

[petrichorium]

i must know more about the kitties you have with your husbands 🫶🏻 pretty pwease

WHEEEEEEE ofc ofc I will gush abt them all always 🙏🏻 on a base level none of these cats r purebreds or anything they’re all strays either organically found or adopted from a shelter/another home. also there r so many pics i cant make them smaller so everything is utc

Gagamaru and I have one cat that was originally mine, Kabocha. He’s very sweet but is a bit flighty and takes a long time to warm up to Gagamaru; the first time I rlly have the hes the one thought is when I walk in on him napping on my couch w Kabo tucked into the crook of his arm dozing away bc!!!! It’s the first time he’s been comfortable enough to sleep on anyone other than me. Very himbo cat, absolutely gorgeous but total dumbass.

Kuroo and I have three cats! I had two and he had one when we combined households we were veeeeeeery careful w introducing them 🥺 he’s had a grouchy old lady for as long as I’ve known him. Her name is Suki and he took her in as a stray after an elderly neighbor’s son let her loose; she adores him and it’s slow going but she comes to adore me as well. I had a cat that passed a few weeks after I met him and then didn’t have any pets for a while, but then abt half a year before we move in together he stumbles across a trio of kittens on his way to a date w me and the date devolves into us getting them care……. One unfortunately doesn’t make it :( but I end up taking in the other two; they’re a lil girl and boy named Mizuki and Hoshi. Old lady is tolerant of them but they’re def a bit too energetic for her so the only times they rlly interact r when they’re in a puddle together napping…. Suki is the calico, Mizuki and Hoshi r the white ones! Once they’re fully grown they’re both bigger than her, tho Hoshi is an absolute unit and is the biggest by quite a bit

I believe I’ve said this once but. I have a perpetual series of completely normal housecats w Jing Yuan pfft I try my best but they have an unfortunate tendency of hunting his finches :( I only ever have one-three at a time and ofc I adore them all but I do end up w like fifty over the course of our lives together LMFAOOOOO including a few lil lineages where I kept many generations down the line!!! But the three that I’ve thought about r Jade and her kittens Bei and Feng (Yanqing named those two……) bc they’re the ones I have over the course of Mimi’s life. Mimi is a co-parent in their odd little pride, she and Jade grew up together and are very bonded n constantly exasperated by their rambunctious boys……. just like me and mine, though Yanqing and Jing Yuan constantly protest that comparison 🫣

i Have talked abt shanks before but its funny to me so. this lil scrawny tuxedo kitten ends up following me onto the red force one day (bc i fed it) and nobody realizes until we've set off.... i am told i Cannot name it or get attached bc we Will be leaving it on the next island....... except the crew ends up getting attached and they name it sharkbait. SHARKBAIT. FOREVER bitter NEVER getting over it every time shanks and i get into any kind of fight i bring it up "ALSO YOU TOLD ME I COULDNT NAME THE DAMN CAT AND NOW ITS NAMED SHARKBAIT YOU STILL OWE ME" (he will never stop owing me)

Lil bonus bc he’s been on the mind for months now: Capitano is not a cat person in fact when I first ask for one he gets me a pair of massive guard dogs that I stubbornly refuse to name at first and then end up calling Fluffy and Cuddles out of pure spite. Then I bitch enough that he does get me a kitten who Absolutely Fucking Despises Him tries to rip him to shreds every time he gets in bed with me (a week in he admits he finds it endearing but she does get kicked out of the room regularly when he wants alone time) I call her Lady she is a very elegant girl when she is not trying to murder him and actually gets along very well w the dogs, much to Capitano’s chagrin

#ask.🌧 #mydiluc #I GAVE UP ON FINDING DOG PICS BTW im soooo not a dog person and it Shows #but like u get the picture im sure #ss.🌧 gagaplu #ss.🌧 tetsuvi #ss.🌧 yujing #ss.🌧 shuvi #ss.🌧 pluvitano #<- i hope that one is temporary bc its Bad ngl JLSHBDFJHB #SHIP NAMES R SO HARD

[jamasauruos-blog]

Story time. How my Ed started.

Since this is kinda like a diary for me. I’m gonna post about how my Ed started.

I was roughly about 9 maybe… idk my childhood was quite the blur. I was living w my mom at the time in hartwell ga. She had a few boyfriends since my dad had been gone. This one tho was violent n drunk n controlling. He may have done other drugs too. I vaguely remember seeing lil plastic bags w twist ties on their bedroom floor. At the time I was too young to know what it really was.

Back then my mom could hold down a job. But one night he had gotten mad n when my mom came out of the bedroom the next morning, her face was bruised. A black eye n a busted lip to match. She had tried to use make up to “even out” the black eye but it didn’t really work.

He hated that she was so nice to ppl at her work (I think she worked at a Murphy gas station). She was the kind of southern woman who called everyone “honey, sweat heart, darling ,ect”. N that was everyone. No matter if you were a young man or an old granny. But couldn’t stand it. He would actually sit at her job n watch her.

I think that’s one of the things that lead to the fight that night. Bc she didn’t go to work. He had gotten what he wanted; she quit her job out of embarrassment. She didn’t want ppl to see her. After this is when shit got bad.

Since my mom wasn’t working, he needed to find work. He found a job at a rock quarry n the bonus part was they had a house that could be rent free all we’d have to do is pay electric n water. Sounds awesome right!!! That is until i saw the house. The first impression I got was disturbing. There was no front door so a dog had made that his shelter. He slept on a mattress in the entrance. When he came out of the house he was sick looking. His skin was red in splotches covered in scabs. My mom said he had a skin disease called mange.

I thought to my self “gross this is gonna be my home?”. Me n my sisters refer to the house as the cement house bc that’s what the house was made of. Looking back this place was so gross. The floors were solid stone like the floors you’d see in sams. All the walls were made of cement blocks. It was a cold home. I distinctly remember there was no “normal shower”. The tub was gross. When you tried to run the water discolored mess would come up from the drain. But we made it work like always. We got one of those storage containers n stood in that for the tub. N as for the water (cause I don’t think there was a shower head just to spout) uuuuugh well we used a water hose. If you were the lucky one you got your shower first. Bc in the beginning there was 5 seconds of warmth. The water that was sitting in the hose all day was so warm. But the cold water soon snapped you back to reality.

I hated showers. I would try to do just my hair bc I didn’t want to be shivering all over. O wash my body while cupping water in my hands. I think one day my mom got a lil frustrated w me n she took control. This time it wasn’t slow n easy. Her way was to rip it off like a band aid. I hated her bc now I was shaking but relieved that it was over.

In that house is where to bad stuff started. One night while me n my two sisters were sleeping he came in n dragged me out on a blanket, half asleep. When we got to his destination, he started his work. He told me I was beautiful n that if I had sex w him then he would give me anything I wanted. He begged n pleaded while running his hands over my body. I was in shock like what did I even do. Then he proceeded. When he touched me w his “thing”, I jumped up. Thinking time was over. I needed to get away from him.

There were other times past that but I won’t get into details. I didn’t know what to do. Should I tell me mom? Or should keep it a secret? I didn’t know where we would live. In my mind it was this situation or be homeless. So I decided to keep it a secret.

Fast forward a few years n I still hadn’t talked to anyone about it. A friend here n there but not anyone who knew how to help me. My anxiety continued to grow. I became fearful of men. What were they thinking? Did they look at me in a sexual way? Were they secretly planning something? Going to the store was different now. Waiting in doctors office was nerve wracking. Teachers, uncles, n so much more were scary. I soon thought well they must be looking at my butt o boobs but if I lost them then I would be safer. I wanted to look stick thin. I wanted no more curves. Soon this ideal body was my new idea of beauty.

N that’s how the Ed started. Now when I relapse it’s not bc I’m scared of the men. Its more I need that figure. Bc that is what beauty really is.

For anyone who made it till the end comment your experience. Why did your Ed start?

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

Random fun question time!! If you were to give each Amis a pet, what animal would you give them and why?

ooooh EXCELLENT question, here's my answers. Some are die hard headcanons I have and others I just thought of, but all of them are right because I say so

Enjolras- Cat. He's a cat person 100%. He likes them because they're independent and self-sufficient, which is probably a quality he appreciates in people too. But also....they're soft. Lil paws. Slow blink. Also I feel like he had a cat when he was a kid, like a big fancy Persian or something. When he's an adult he adopts from a shelter.

Combeferre- African 👏 Grey 👏 Parrot 👏 Combeferre thinks people don't talk enough about the fact that parrots can literally speak. They fascinate him. So he has an African Grey and he teaches it tricks and phrases and speaks to it like it's human and it's the smartest bird you'll ever meet in your life. Also he taught it to mimic Courfeyrac, its impression is uncanny.

Courfeyrac- oooh he needs a big bouncy dog with as much energy as he has- a Labrador or a Collie or something. He loves big goofy dogs with big smiling grins, and he loves how every time he comes home his doggo is waiting there and is always so excited to see him again, it warms his heart. And he likes to go on jogs with it too.

Jehan- Is Jehan a dog person? No. Is Jehan a cat person? No. Jehan is a lizard person. They have an iguana and they like to put a lead on it and take it on the metro with them lmao. They actually like the amount of work that goes into caring for them, from cleaning the enclosure to the heat lamps to the live bugs they have to feed it. Plus it looks really cool.

Bahorel- everyone knows about my "Bahorel has a Newfoundland dog called Nemo" headcanon by now, it is an absolute classic. Bahorel loves big dogs because they look kind of fearsome and scary but most of the time they are gentle giants, and Bahorel can relate to that. Nemo in particular is the biggest ball of fluff and drool you will ever meet <3

Feuilly- Feuilly likes fish. He has a tank with a few goldfish, because they're low maintenance and nice to look at, but if he had more time he would love to get a tank full of tropical fish, he just thinks they're gorgeous and there's something very serene about watching them glide around the tank

Joly- Cat person Joly is canon so there's that for starters. He likes the easy affection and chilled out personality of cats, and plus he just thinks they're funny. He has lots of photos and videos of his cat doing dumb shit, and hundreds more photos of it just existing because.,,,.,,, so cute. Any time he speaks to anyone he's like Hello Would You Like To See My Son and then boom. Five hundred cat photos. He has a sphynx cat and likes to joke that it reminds him of Bossuet (he thinks he's hilarious- and he's right).

Bossuet- Pet rock because it's the only thing he can keep alive lmao. Ok not really. He likes cats because of osmosis from Joly (he does not look like Joly's cat- He doesn't), but I can also see him with gerbils or hamsters or something similar? I have no real reason for this he just has hamster vibes honestly

Grantaire- Dog guy. Not a purebread, a mixed breed. I feel like he likes dogs that aren't hugely energetic, but he likes the way having a dog forces him to get out of his bed and go for a walk at least once a day. He likes how loyal they are too. I feel like he didn't even try to adopt a dog, one just wandered into his house one day after him and a week later it was still there and he was like "huh. Guess I have a dog now?"

#headcanon #answered #animalssss!!!! #i got carried away with this lmao

[aroace-polyshow]

oc infodump pt 3

its dorian time!!! the last two came in pairs bc they were developed together but dorian goes solo!!

dorian's kind/species is generally known for being really good at fighting. lots of them go and become bounty hunters, mercenaries, etc. his family was an especially prominent name in their town. parents had been really good at what they did, and everyone could see the future potential of their kids. dorian however, never had any interest in it. he really liked taking care of his siblings whenever they got hurt. he preferred to not be violent and was just generally alot more peaceful (do not mistake this for him being weak. he could and would rock people's shit if needed. but 90% of people would not because no one had any beef with him. peaceful lil guy.) eventually he decided to be a medic/healer instead. he was a bit nervous telling his family, but they were actually really understanding with him!! unlike the others, he's on really good terms with his family and visits them often :D

he travels around offering his help to anyone who needs it. if he really needs some money, he'll ask for some, but a lot of the time people will offer him food and shelter in return for helping them!! people have been very kind to him on his travels, so he's able to get by comfortably. he can also always restock on anything he needs whenever he goes back to visit his family.

what i think is funny is that i originally meant to have dorian be maybe the one exception among my ocs, that being he'd be the only one i wouldn’t traumatize with some kind of horrible event. BUT i thought about him too much.. and my hand slipped... so he is not without his issues. he may cope a lot better than *some folks* (*looking at vesper and rumi specfically*) but he is not without his monthly emotional breakdowns.

so since dorian is a healer, he does his best to help as many people as he can. unfortunately that comes with the eventual realization that, he can't save anyone. the first time he had someone actually die on him, he was devastated beyond belief. he had never actually taken a moment to acknowledge the fact he couldn’t save everyone, so it hit him REALLY fucking hard. he went home shortly after it and his family literally would not let him go until they were completely sure he was doing okay. (he doesn’t visit that town anymore either, he really wants to, but every time he thinks about going back he gets too anxious to go through with it.) he’s grown more used to it now, and understands that sometimes there isn’t much he can do, but it always will still really hurt every time it happens. its motivated him to do as best he can to help anyone he meets. as much as it hurts every single time, he tries his best to channel that hurt into determination. sometimes though, the past guilt will start to eat away at him. he has his moments where he breaks, but he tries his best to move on. he also gets lonely a lot on his travels. he does meet a lot of people, and has made lots of friends in different towns, but whenever he has to go and camp out by himself, he starts to get lonely. he’s really extroverted and loves talking with others and meeting new people, so whenever he has to go a while without seeing many people its hard on him. he’s never really had any kind of traveling companion. most people he’s friends with have their own lives in a certain town already. weiss and jex were an exception, but they didn’t want to get him involved in their situation, so they go their seperate ways. (they still agree to visit in a specific town at a certain time of year though :D) he used to get really homesick whenever he’d be by himself. he compensates by bringing along things to distract him, and visiting familiar places alot.

as i mentioned, since he prefers to not murder, he brings around an umbrellas that doubles as a fighting staff. he looks fairly unthreatening but he’s really good with his staff and knows how to get an opponent on the ground quickly. its usually very successful because of how unexpected the attack always is. in the handle hes also got a lil knife for any kind of task that requires one!!

notes:

he loves bringing his friends gifts!!! any cool thing he finds is almost guaranteed to be sent back home or to any of his friends houses!! weiss and jex are an exception since they travel a lot, instead he saves whatever he finds that he knows they’ll like and when the time for a reunion comes he brings a bag full of his gifts!!

has a cool little mask. not for any real reason aside from aesthetics (i like drawing it too) the cloak thingy is also only really for aesthetics. i like drawing cloaks.

his favorite food is anything with fruits in them! he loves them, especially any kind of berries. sucks though since his outfit is mainly white, and the berries tend to stain his clothes. totally worth it though.

i mentioned he's vesper’s new bf. i’ll probably go more into detail on their relationship in another post, but he loves vesper dearly. i think about them all the time. i love them jskdfygafi

hes my favorite to draw. idk something about drawing him is really fun. (might be my favorite child. sorry other ocs.)

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vesper and rumi are up next!! along with unma :D might take a little longer since im gonna be a lil busy lol (also they have..like alot since theyre my mcs)

#oc #my ocs #oc stuff #oc lore #marlo’s stuff

[ghostussy]

I posted 389 times in 2022

That's 389 more posts than 2021!

76 posts created (20%)

313 posts reblogged (80%)

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I tagged 235 of my posts in 2022

Only 40% of my posts had no tags

#rb - 106 posts

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Longest Tag: 104 characters

#someone please explain why i have the hots for a 41 yo in a silicone mask protraying someone who's 70 yo

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Copia X GN Reader with Chronic Hives

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Totally not projecting my own health issues onto the reader. Anyway

A little bit of comfort.

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TW: Hives/Allergic reaction mention

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36 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#4

Times You Fell Asleep in the Ministry

Part 2

(Gender Neutral)

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"It's out of character" "that wouldn't actually happen" shut up shut up just let me live my teenage fantasy please thank u

Also let me know if you would like me to continue this series! And also I take requests in my askbox.

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49 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#3

have something I made

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67 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#2

Terzo x GN Reader

Lost and Found

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A lil drabble before bed!

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TW: Mentions of a panic attack. (💥)

It's late.

And you're lost.

Inside the endless ministry halls.

Alone. Great.

It was well past midnight, and the halls of the Abbey were freezing. It was the middle of winter after all, what did you expect? The candle in your hand was dangerously close to burning out, threatening you with darkness. You cursed underneath your breath, why did you have to be out so late at night? Why couldn't you have just stayed in your room?

You had come to the ministry only a few days prior, looking for shelter and work. To your surprise, the Clergy took you in with welcoming arms. You'd been hired as a janitor, a jack-of-all-trades kind of position. The position paid well, and you were given food, shelter, and insurance. What more could you ask for?

It would have been nice, however, if you could make some friends. The sisters wouldn't give you the time of day, the Papas were constantly busy, and the ghouls were, well... ghouls. The only one who talked to you in this damn place was Sister Imperitor, and even then it was only to give you an assignment. So needless to say you were lonely.

If you had some friends, maybe you could have asked one to walk you to the bathroom at 2 A.M. and avoided getting as hopelessly lost as you are now.

💥 The halls were closing in on you as you crept down the hallway. You struggled to breathe, and it was getting more difficult to focus. Was your bedroom this way? Or that way? Damn. You could feel your heartbeat getting more rapid now, and hear the blood gushing in your ears. "Shit," you thought, "I don't belong here." 💥

You stopped for a moment, too overwhelmed to continue. What were you going to do? You couldn't possibly navigate these halls on your own; there were so many! You supposed you could wait until someone happened to be this way, but that wouldn't happen for hours. You would just have to keep going.

Finally, you came across a hallway that looked similar to yours. However, this one was different, more official looking. "This must be the Papas' bedrooms." You thought.

It was even colder now, and you shivered. Your heart was still racing as you crept down the hallway. Tears came to the corners of your eyes as you tried to keep them at bay, with little success. This hallway scared you.

Finally, your candle died its pathetic little death, much to your disappointment. "Shit, no!" You cried, louder than you intended to. How would you find your way back now?

You heard a cough come from behind you. This startled you, and you dropped the candle- or what was left of it- on the floor. Wax spilled from the small saucer onto the floor.

"Oh dear- did I scare you?"

You turned around and nearly jumped out of your skin- it was Terzo, dressed in his nightly wear and holding a candle.

"I- I'm sorry, Papa, I didn't meant to, truly-" the tears started to pool in your eyes now, but you couldn't wipe them away while your hands were occupied trying to clean up the mess you had made.

"Shh, it's okay, we'll deal with it in the morning. Now tell me child, why are you awake at this hour?"

"I'm sorry," you tried to catch your breath, "I'm new here and I really had to pee and now I'm lost and the candle- oh, I'm so sorry. I just, I'm trying to find my bedroom."

"Ah." He stepped closer to you, bending down to your level on the floor. "I can guide you back, if you'd have me."

"Please."

"Gladly." He offered his hand and helped you stand up, then linked elbows with you. "I'm assuming you are staying in the Sister wing, si? Not with the ghouls?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then let us go." He began to lead you through the halls. "So. Why did you come out here all alone if you did not know where to go?"

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