#he really do be chompin

[nuggets4fools]

eating the fruits of his labor 💪

#ramenthings #pixel art #pixel #original character #oc #oc artwork #observe him #he really do be chompin #he like tha ramen #working things #pixaki #i love him and u cannot tell me to shut up

[radioisntdead]

Hey! I really liked your headcanon about Alastor. It’s got my imagination running wild >_< What do you think about a romantic! Oneshot with Alastor where everyone can see the results of the biting game on both us and Alastor (assuming we both break skin and leave marks). I’m not sure how Alastor would be caught without his coat on, much less with with short sleeves… maybe a spilled drink on a hot day. But I keep imagining this scenario:

Angel: Asks Alastor if he had a rough night after seeing his arms covered in bites (assuming rough sexy time)

Alastor: Responds yes (remembering how he got cornered and couldn’t get away because using his shadows to escape is against the rules of the game)

Angel: :O

Good evening my dear! Thank you so much for requesting this I had so much fun writing it and I'm so glad you liked my Alastor biting headcanons!

And because I positively adore and I am mildly obsessed with deers I think that's why I like Alastor so much? The reader has deer attributes like Alastor Specifically whitetail deers because apparently they can jump eight feet in the air! And the reader jumps a bunch, reader is refered to as Prancer by Angel, I'm not gonna lie I had no idea how to end it so the ending is rushed! and everything is a tad bit messy, my apologies, Full italics is a mini flashback

Warnings!!

Biting, the drawing out of blood, the reader's blood is a vibrant pink for fun! Angel dust alluding to sexual acts, Still getting used to writing Alastor so once again leaning into fanon and possibly some OOC behaviors.

not proofread because I don't have a beta reader, Enjoy!

The two of you hadn't meant to get so carried away, it started out peacefully enough, you and Alastor were just laying on couch he had in his radio tower, it was later in the night, you suppose it was just past midnight,

He was looking over papers with whatever radio nonsense on them for tomorrow's broadcast, and you were peacefully reading a book with your head on his shoulder, with soft jazz playing in the background, your jackets were hung neatly on the coat rack, a warm cup of coffee and a nice soothing [Drink of your choice] sat on the desk.

It was treasured peaceful moment, until your beloved strawberry-flavored Bambi decided to ruin it by picking up your arm and biting into it like it was beef jerky and looking like someone had shot him with a tranquilizer dart,

You sat up quickly, your arm still in his grasp, eyes narrowed at him as he pulled away from your arm, licking away the escaping blood like the little cannibalistic freak he is

"Alastor, My darling dear, why are you like this?"

You ask with an exasperated tone as your dearly beloved just kept a smug grin on his face and patted the sides of his mouth with a handkerchief he had gotten from hell knows where,

Sitting up, you blink slowly before immediately pouncing at the Radio demon, your own sharp teeth bared and ready to bite only for your beloved deer to move out of the way and quickly moving behind you as you fall face first into where Alastor once sat,

"Ah, you have to be quicker then that my dear!"

He said with a laugh before turning around to grab his coat, clearly not expecting you to stand up on his couch like a uncivilized heathen and jump on him managing to knock him off his feet? Hooves? Whatever he has and sink your teeth into his exposed neck.

And so the game begun with the both of you biting each other.

Unfortunately this little game of yours comes with consequences and what are those consequences?

Well for starters Alastor's coat was now stained with noticable pink blood [From you of course who else!]

Bite marks littered his arms from your chompin' down, not to mention you had bitten his neck! scandalous behavior!

You weren't much better with bite marks though not only on both of your arms but shoulders, and hands, hell he almost bit your face and he would've if you didn't headbutt him!

You had grabbed his coat along with a few other articles of blood covered clothing you gently folded and placed them in a bag to take over to the drycleaners, honestly you could probably get the blood stains out with cold water but neither you nor Alastor had time for that and while you adored Niffty you did NOT trust her with washing some of the articles of clothing that you had, so the drycleaners it was!

Alastor was up in his radio tower doing a broadcast while Everyone else was scattered through the hotel, notably Angel dust and Husk were chatting about something at the bar as you walked by it you gave them a quick wave.

"Good afternoon you two! I'm heading to the drycleaners if anyone asks."

You said as you quickly made your way past the duo, making a swift plot convenient exit.

Angel dust raised an eyebrow as he briefly caught the sight of teeth marks on your wrist from the exposed hem of your sweater.

"Eh, didn't think they had it in em' to do anything beyond handholding"

"They don't, Probably they probably bit by that fucked up creature of theirs."

Husk said sliding a glass over to Angel who shrugged before downing whatever liquid was in the glass.

Alastor had entered the bar area, after a couple of minutes later, wearing a red button up and vest, the same colors as his normal attire, he had rolled up his sleeves during the broadcast and unfortunately forgot to unroll them to cover the bite marks on his arms,

He missed his usual attire but unfortunately it was gone with you for the foreseeable future.

"Oo, Rough night freaky face?''

Angel dust joked wiggling his eyebrows as he swirled whatever alcoholic drink Husk had provided him while Husk shook his head while wiping a glass.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that."

Alastor said his smile tightening as he recalled you cornering him in the Bayou in your shared room, Alastor wasn't the type to run away typically, even less the type to give up easily even to his beloved spouse,

unfortunately for him though,

The little game of yours had some rules, such as no leaving any marks on facial areas, No tearing off any chunks of flesh {Gonna love having a spouse with cannibalistic tendencies}, and No using any type of power the two of you had, which means good ol' Alastor couldn't use his funky lil' shadows

And that made him more vulnerable to his deranged spouse's tackling strategy.

"Alastor get out of the tree,"

"No."

You had no idea how you ended up chasing your spouse into a tree, you don't know how he even got INTO the tree, but he sat upon it kicking his legs back and forth like a gleeful child, staring down at you, for someone who's a deer he's oddly cat like,

You sighed turning around and walking away as your beloved laughed in taunting tone

"Running off so soon dearest? And here I thought you- aCK"

Alastor was cut off by you running back, hurling yourself off the ground and tackling him like a feral flying squirrel onto the ground.

Blinking away at the memory Alastor returned his focus to Angel dust's gobsmacked expression that turned into a grin as he laughed while Husk moved further into the bar shaking his head.

"I was jokin' around, but sounds like you and prancer actually got freaky!''

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Thank you for tuning in folks! My apologies for the messy one shot, but I have a Vox x reader that's almost done that's more put together, and a more put together Alastor fic, Anyways I hope you all have a wonderful day!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you

[steddieas-shegoes]

Headcanon: Steve has really intense panic attacks. They hit out of nowhere. The person he goes to when they hit is Wayne Munson who he met the first time he was alone & had a panic attack. Post spring break from hell, Eddie recovered fully, Steve has a really bad one & goes to the Munson trailer where Eddie lets him & watches his uncle calm & sooth Steve.

Steve ran into the trailer, door nearly knocking a frame off the wall as he rushed inside.

Wayne stood up from his chair, already prepared to do whatever Steve needed.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“Can’t. Breathe.”

Wayne could tell he couldn’t. This was more than just being out of breath from running; this was a panic attack. A bad one from the way he could see Steve shaking.

“Alright, son. C’mon.”

Wayne barely got the words out before Steve was falling into his arms, his breath coming in sharp pants, his body too tense.

“You feel my heartbeat?”

Steve didn’t answer.

Wayne saw Eddie come out of his room from the corner of his eye, but didn’t pay much attention.

Steve needed him right now.

“Steve, you gotta find my heartbeat.”

Steve’s hand rested against his chest and he pulled him tighter against him.

“There ya go. You feel it right there? That’s what yours should be. You gotta focus on me. I’m right here. You’re right here with me. We’re in the trailer and Eddie’s right across the room waitin’ for ya. You gotta match my breaths first though.”

Steve was trying, he could tell.

He could feel him slowly finding a balance between the panic and the breathing pattern he needed.

“Almost there. You’re doin’ great, kiddo.”

“Saw it.”

“Saw what, son?”

“Eddie dying.”

“Well, that can’t be right. He’s over there chompin’ at the bit to hold ya. Alive and well. Right, Ed?”

Eddie got a bit closer, nervous to interrupt Wayne’s hard work.

“Yeah. Right here, big boy.”

Steve let out a strangled laugh, and then a sob.

“You ready for him or you need more time?”

“Need him.”

“Alright.”

Wayne pulled away, but cupped Steve’s face in his hands and placed a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re alright. You’re alive and here. Eddie’s alive and here. I’m alive and here. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie moved in quickly, not wanting Steve to have a moment without a caring touch.

“Thanks, Wayne.”

“Anytime. You boys need anything I’ll be right there in my chair.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #headcanon

[kingdoms-babygirl]

On that note:

Headcanons for hwon?

I like to think that he's still figuring things out, but does really like some of the rougher things :)

Clears throat

1 - Kingdom’s Number 3 Biter. Always chompin down whether its shoulder or thighs. He is the most likely to leave a mark (hickeys galore 🤤) but is already super strategic about it to not be seen.

2 - Currently the most hung member of Kingdom. I don’t make the rules.

3 - He’s super shy and uncertain about some things right now. Afraid to push other’s boundaries. But he is warming up to it.

4 - Super obedient and good little puppy. (Has a collar courtesy of Mujin) He will literally do anything they tell him to whether he is topping or bottoming.

5 - Has a slight objectification kink. Wants to feel useful to the other members. Wants them to use him for their pleasure. (He’s too shy to ask for it though)

6 - Did I mention the collar? It’s black leather with gold hard wear and looks so pretty on him.

7 - Praise kink !!!!! (Don’t degrade him!! He’s a good boy!!!!)

#asks kbbg #kbbg head canon #hwon smut

[trashy-roadkill]

Alright imma start bustin out some cool ass lore since I'm silly and this au is chompin at my brain (pun intended) and I like my pumpkin dj, little bit of gore in here too

OKAY SO, raveyard instantly isolated himself from everyone, sending his bats out as like scavengers for supplies which was a good thing on his end as well as their's since man gotta feed his minions

Lord behold.. they're dead..

HOWEVER, raveyard started to notice that with each bat minion he sent out, none of them returned.. he didn't really think much of this and assumed they're just taking a while to find good supplies. Of course he ran out of bat minions and he started to get a little worried about them, so he ventured outside his castle to find them

Each one seemingly had been shot down by one of the ranged battlers who were infected.. either having huge chunks taken out of them or even decapitated

The ones he did try to save ended up dying as well, leaving raveyard to be heavily devastated..

Now while of course being alone and scavenging for supplies for himself there's nothing happening right? Well that's where YOU'RE WRONG YO

As we know the authorities are literally killing everyone off, since they're assholes lol

middle of the night raveyard woke up to a glass shattering noise, investigating the cause of it was discovered to be a rather large paintball splatter, instantly putting raveyard on the edge since now he knows..

someone's inside the castle

Frantic finding and knocking things over later, paintmaster's literally in the main hall.

Ofc when raveyard asks what the hell he's doing there he simply replied with a "I just wanted to see how my favorite pumpkin is doing.."

Raveyard gets pissed off and asks paintmaster to leave, which being the asshole he was, didnt. Which ended up with the two fighting

Furniture breaking and literal holes in the walls

It was till a fateful thing occured..

If only raveyard sought to know what other weapons he carried..

#📺static tv📺 #HUGEST LORE SHIT OF THE CENTURY #tbb infection au #tbb oc #🎃raveyard🎃

[dyrewrites]

Pale Blood - wherein Bosch is as smart as he is impulsive

The backup runners were on their way, Bosch had made certain. He called them, and then he called them again, despite their insistence that it wasn’t necessary the first time because Delmas already called–and also hey, did you know it is extremely dangerous to fly and chat at the same time? He didn’t care, and told them as much, with warnings to move their asses faster–to which he received reminders that it wasn’t their job and they were doing him a favor.

Then Bosch linked up all the fangs waiting for blood to assure them, at once and without wasting more of his time–and theirs, of course, which was precious, so precious–that they hadn’t been forgotten. And that he hadn’t failed.

“A bump,” Bosch assured the impossibly smooth faces that glared, with hollow eyes, through too many projected screens. “It’s a bump, a blip even, nothin’ to concern yourselves about. Blood’s on its way, same as ever. We jus’ had a lil’ mixup in schedulin’.”

His hold on the slums had been tentative, at best, but he would make damn sure he didn’t lose what he had over some lackey wolf. Certainly not the same lackey that kept sending his best runner back in pieces.

Shoulda dosed him more, Bosch thought, keeping the anger from his face so as not to spoil the grin he shined at the screens.

That false cheer bled into his voice as, once again, he answered their heated murmurs and worries with soothing lies, “Come now, we’re all family here. Bloodbrothers, you might say.”

There were sneers, and a scoff, but a few of them smiled…the representative of his most prestigious client even laughed–it was a chuckle, if anything, and directed at a stream of kittens she had pulled up on a private channel.

Bosch would not be deterred, “I know you’re all chompin’ at the bit, metaphorically speakin’ of course, to drain someone dry over this but I assure you; it was a simple mix-up. Your blood’s safe and sound and will be on your doorsteps real soon.”

“Pri expects her shipment before half-lid,” one of the fangs asked.

She had been the first to truly speak, in words clear enough to understand–the others had been mumbling and grumbling over one another incoherently. Bosch focused on her and swallowed, hard. She had laughed, but he knew it wasn’t at his wordplay, and her opinion mattered over all the other withered husks flickering in the room.

The Pri she spoke of was one Bellasara Pri. Once upon a time she had been a nobody clamoring for the scraps of more powerful, organized bloodlines–not Bosch’s but Delmas’, or his father Delamont’s to be more specific. Then, out of nowhere, Pri became the fang all others bowed before. Not only fangs either, everyone bowed before her. Pri rose high and rose fast, becoming CEO of her own corporation within a year’s time; Bellacorp. A corporation all others ached to please. And Pri sat at the top, ruling business and city–Dolor had a mayor and a local governing body of elected officials, but everyone knew who held the reins.

She had become untouchable, infallible, and no opinion in that room or on that call meant more than hers–or her assistant, as it were, for Pri was far too busy to take calls herself.

Bosch couldn’t be certain that Pri did Delamont in to reach her position–though he’d ruined his own rep in a futile attempt to prove it–but he still wondered. Whenever he heard her name, he wondered. But he’d spent a decade–a handful of them, really, but those were years he preferred to bury–building his rep back to a reasonable level and he would do anything not to lose what he’d earned.

“Or your head,” the assistant added, slamming Bosch to the present.

Bosch nodded, licked his bone-dry lips, and did his best not to stutter, “She’ll have it; one, or the other. You have my word.”

“For what that’s worth,” the assistant mumbled and her screen blinked off.

The other fangs muttered amongst themselves but said nothing clear enough to reach through their screens.

“You heard the lady,” Bosch all but barked, waiting until all their listless eyes found him again, “half-lid for Pri, but the rest of you by dusk, or thereabouts.”

There were a few grumbles, some sneers, and a particularly heavyset fang actually hissed through bared teeth, but their screens blinked off. One by one they flickered and disappeared, leaving Bosch alone in the swollen shadows of his office.

He hadn’t been updated on the state of the bloodbank–Delmas had yet to check in–and it bothered him. But he knew who to blame, whose head the fault fell on, without being told.

Fucking wolf, He wouldn’t voice it so soon after a call–one could never be too sure how long it took to disconnect–but it had to be the wolf. It had to be Nash. Who else in the slums is runnin’ round with such raw motive?

Then the room lights came on and Bosch saw what wasn’t there, and a new reason bloomed from that emptiness, “And my fucking keys!”

Rage boiled in his gut as he stalked down the stairs, to his basement and the secrets it held. He could taste that rage, as thick and sweet on his tongue as the last bloodbag he’d drained–too long ago. And he knew where to direct it, knew the address as well as he knew his own. He even had a convenient tunnel that connected right to it–to be fair, it connected to the crumbling subway system that snaked through Dolor’s underbelly, but there weren’t too many with access…which made it a sizeable brag.

The next words Bosch spoke, as he turned the wheel of the hatch that would lead further below, were not shouted. They were not mumbled or whispered. Those words left his lips in a silky-smooth clarity reserved for old lovers, “wonder how ol’ Lulu’s doin’.”

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@rmgrey-author

@ruinmegently

#snippet #writeblr #urban fantasy #pale blood #I wrote over 2k words today but this is all you're getting right now #i did not take the laptop to the bathroom #i swear #Pale Blood Scenes

[orbdotexe]

To no one’s surprise it’s ME

I wanna know what head cannons you have 👀👀👀

What’s the oldest one you’ve had? How do you think everyone interacts with Wolf?

chompin on your ankles as i write this btw

Oh boy. The oldest one?? that's a tough one

I think earliest ones, and generally my earliest "characters", had nothing to do with the Young Wolf, surprisingly. I believe they had to do with the Light? Really evolved since then, but! My oldest ones definitely had to do with how the different subclasses interacted with each other (the characters used to explore these did NOT stick around. the only ones even remotely remaining are the Exo Twins lmao)

I can't remember what exactly they were, though, but I do remember some of the combinations I came up with (and still use in TFC):

Arc + Void making the person EXTRA volatile, both personality and powers wise (Blade trance being taken literally + the whole thing about Void feeding off the person's state and the Void Trance thing, means the user must have exceptional self control to not turn into a zombie until the super wears off/they get killed)

Solar and Void have more violent reactions in the presence of one another

Arc and Solar don't... really do anything to each other, but some Guardians use Arc to jumpstart Solar supers

For much newer headcanons about Light/Dark interaction:

Solar and Stasis react even more violently to each other than Solar and Void. If focused and maintained correctly, then the Stasis object will maintain its state until met with enough energy (basically, anything Stasis you make in tandem with Solar will become an impact grenade. Shrapnel time!)

Strand and Void are a very dangerous combo. Void is all about control, and Strand requires you to surrender it. Surrendering to the Void is a horrible idea (see: zombie). you see where this is going?

I am... still working and the Strand things. I just really like the Void.

For how everyone interacts with YW? Oh boy. I guess it would depend on which of my versions we're talking about here. In the case of Chaos Gremlin Wolf (Comedy Show, Crucible Handler, & Customer Service Wolf):

Mentor-Student with Osiris, except if the student was a complete troll. Local toddler bullies old man! They very much respect each other, and trust one another more than most, but you wouldn't think so 9/10. So mean to each other

Mentor-Student with Saladman, again! Trolls Saladin constantly. he wants so badly to disown them (but he could never - Truthfully, he's proud of who they've become. But they're still annoying. Light save him.)

Zavala! It's complicated. At some point, it was another Mentor-Student (ish), but it has changed much since the Red War. Zavala doesn't know why they still follow him, after all the faults they've seen in the Vanguard. Wolf believes Zavala deserves the respect and support. Still an ass though.

Mutual, pure respect with Ikora. Maybe a pinch of fear of when she's angry. Ikora is the one you go to when you want Wolf to quit being a lil shit gremlin, this is the only Warlock Wolf will listen to without mocking the Warlock aspect. Both professional and personal trust going either way.

Crucible buddies with Shaxx! They cover each others' duties from time to time. Imagine the Fireteam's surprise the first time Shaxx filled in a Strike for Wolf. it was great

(Was :<) Best friends with Amanda. She was the one who put in the No Puns rule for Wolf. You are now required to throw the nearest object (preferably, wrench or hammer) at Wolf if you hear them make a pun in the Tower. It has extended out into the field because everyone loves an excuse to throw things at the local troll

Absolute Chaos Duo with Cayde. Do Not Let Them Plan. If you lose sight of both of them at any given point in time, Assume The Worst. Watch your back.

Very much a Crow/YW simp. sorry. But here! Not dating, actually. Neither are even aware of both their own feelings or the other's. Also an absolute chaos duo. Same rule applies - But this time, it probably has something to do with who's going to be organizing the Hunters. Best case scenario, they just end up going to get ramen. Worst case, the Tower's without a stand-in Hunter Vanguard for the next week. Careful

Platonic soulmates Ghost and Guardian!!! The Mutual Trolling is also there. Ghost often cringes at the shit that goes through the bond. He is very vocal about it. Wolf is obviously making excuses and/or trying not to laugh everytime.

Kinda just adopted Fynch. Saladin is not okay with this. Ghost is mildly annoyed (that's what he says, anyway :>). Fynch is just confused, but hey! Having friends is nice!

this got longer than i intended it to. Two questions turned into this...

#the young wolf #i have SO much to say about Wolf #Orb Thinks Too Much #I have much more than just this. though i think that's obvious lmao

[dzpenumbra]

11/2/22

A lot of accomplishments today. It's a shame they don't feel like much. Welp, guess this is what my therapy is now, my self-work... not just diving deep into analyzing the deep end of life... actually making some tweaks to more everyday shit too. So I'm gonna try to really sing my own praises here. Because it's literally my homework. So bear with it if it sounds a little cocky or egotistical. It's depression treatment, boosting that ego a bit instead of constantly kicking it down, because I can trust my ego to be responsible and not let shit go to my head.

I got up late. I ate a yogurt and got in the shower. I am out of cereal, so despite having milk... my breakfast plans were a bit thrown off. yogurt was my backup and good thing because I have a ton and with granola it's not a bad breakfast at all. I didn't even make coffee though. My plan was to go to the store, get a Monster and something to eat, and head right to the skatepark. I was just chompin at the bit to get there today. I didn't even really have a plan, just work on nollies a bit or something.

I got the Monster and a sandwich, headed to the park and there were two guys around my age - one a bit older than me, the other a bit younger - and their kids, I assume, either that or the younger dude was a coach or an uncle or much older brother or something. It was cool, I didn't expect it to be... but it was chill. The kid with the younger dude was practicing back axle stalls on the mini quarter, he was trying to teach him and the kid got pretty close a few times.

The other father talked to me a bit. Asked me how long I've been around, I said like 25 years. Guess that caught him off-guard. Then asked what I do, probably because he's never seen me. I swear, it's always the second question. People don't even ask me my name anymore. Think about that, they want to know my profession before my name. I've met like 3 people since I've started going to the park regularly and not one of them know my name. I don't know when to volunteer it or ask theirs, I really struggle to feel the flow of conversations, and I fear disrupting them. The second damn question I'm asked like every time I meet people, "what do you do? where do you work?" It's a hard question for me to answer.

I don't make money. So... I just say I'm an artist. Then they ask what I make. This time I said clothing, because right this moment it's basically all I make. I am capable of making much more, but right now I make clothing. Being an artist is not always an easy thing to explain to people, often it feels like trying to explain a color to them that they've never seen before. "I'm making custom clothes, I made this hoodie." Yep, I was wearing the hoodie. It even had a white colored pencil outlines for the crow centerpiece on the right sleeve still clearly visible. The dude like, without missing a beat, went "oh yeah, what else do you make?" Like... didn't even look at the hoodie. And I also have a board with custom painted griptape too... Like... some people just don't engage with it. It's so weird to me.

Welp, after a bit of talking, I mentioned I'm making jewelry too and he fuckin lit up, so that was good! My diverse media served a really good use today. So I mentioned doing it by hand and sourcing local minerals and shit. He referred me to, I shit you not, the two spots that I have been sourcing stones and minerals. The river and an old smoky quartz vein in a national park that now has signs up everywhere saying the place is off limits because people fucking googled it and depleted the damn place. Like... fuck people. I snuck in pretty recently and grabbed a few scraps. I don't need much for a jewelry piece, even like an amulet centerpiece. They don't even have to be perfect crystals, I can just shape them now. But some people came in and tore the place up bigtime, debris everywhere, cave-ins, giant holes just dug out. And the spot is a big cliff, so... that could get super dangerous and do a number on the ecosystem if people are do that wrong one time. So I stopped going, even though my best pieces are from there.

The dude also recommended a dude not far from here that does car inspections - guess whose car is a month overdue for inspection... - and has a whole load of mineral collections that he's gotten from people who inherited them and shit. I don't know if he'd be down to like... donate some... I really doubt it... but I might be able to get a few choice pieces for a good deal, especially if he knew it was going to jewelry-making, to art. That they will be cherished and worn regularly (I hope), not just sitting in a box or in a garage. I got excited about that, I got the guy's name and I'm going to try to overcome my stupid social anxiety which is flaring up big-time in that general direction right now and just see if he'll set up an appointment within the next two weeks. I'd be more than glad to help his business, and I'd absolutely love to see what he has in his collection while he works on it. Much better than sitting awkwardly in a car dealership service department drawing in my sketchbook with headphones in. I'd much rather poke around in some weird old dude's garage and look at his collection of antique cars and inherited mineral display pieces and antique license plates and shit. That would be awesome! So if I can just shake this reflex that feels like I'm setting up a doctor's appointment... please... it would be really helpful. I hate that feeling, I'm so tired of it. I wish I could just pick up the phone and call, I used to. Pavlovian training is very powerful. But the more I practice just picking up the phone, doing it and seeing that it's absolutely fine? The more I get used to it, and the easier it will be to do it again. The worst thing that could happen is he could say he can't make an appointment. That's like... it. He might like... rip me off price-wise... it's possible. But whatever, he'll have to deal with the guilt of that if he's that kind of person.

So it was cool meeting someone new and getting a life and work connection. Me and that dude waxed nostalgic about skating in college, which was really chill. I just... have a different relationship to skating than him. I sought out getting back into skating, his kid got him back into it. He clearly had an accident and just stopped skating; kinda like me I guess, though mine wasn't a skating accident. He was probably skating home from a party late at night, drunk, and ate shit. From what he told me, it sounded like that's probably what happened. It's weird how people just... tell me stuff like that. I feel like that's not very normal, but it's been happening a lot lately. Like I'm a priest or something, and they're in confessional. I appreciate the gesture, it's a huge compliment. I was talking about how I missed skating on sidewalks, the sound of it, the feeling of it. I guess maybe it brought him back or something. But he got back into skating because of his kid, which is still awesome. They were both at around the same ability level, which is actually really cool. I wish they worked on tricks together, it seems like they were both just cruising, which is still cool.

I did my own thing, practiced some stall variations on the stair. Nosestall shove revert, that weird new nosestall-toehook-crook-revert, fakie nosestall shove nosestall revert. I'm really liking adding quick reverts to the ends of tricks now. I tried doing a few lines too. Like manualing the big bank up and down, looping around and then front 180ing off the other bank onto the flat. I did a really weird manual powerslide 180 into pivot 270 on a hip, which I still can't get that whole huge fakie pivot down right... but the manual powerslide (I guess, I do them a lot, I don't know what they're called) and a little revert back to regular is still cool and fun to do on a hip.

After a bit, they all left. I had the park to myself again. I did a few laps, practiced nose manuals and fakie manuals. Fakie manuals are weird as hell and I really want to get better at them. Lots of nose/nollie tricks today so my left thigh was really feelin it. By the end, I was just toodling around and started going to the mini-quarter and came close to accidentally doing a rock-to-fakie. I got a bit spooked. That trick scares me now, but it was a trick I actually had on lock for a very short period in my life. I never really had a mini-pipe to practice on... ever... so I never got transition tricks down really. I would probably be really good at transition if I just had access to a pipe that was less than fucking 8 feet tall. I have no clue why they didn't just add a full minipipe or minibowl to this new park, there are not a lot of skaters around this area that can skate the kind of shit they've been building. In my opinion, of course. If you want a new generation of skaters, you need some beginner shit too. Not all fucking 45 degree polejams and 8' half bowls and hip-height rails and shit. Throw in a really low manual pad with coping on all sides. Throw in low rails and shit. Make a damn minipipe is what I'm saying, okay?! Let the kids - and adults - learn.

So since I came close to accidentally going into rock-to-fakie, I said fuck it, I'm gonna try just getting into rock to fakie and see how it feels. It freaked me out a bit, but it felt somewhat doable. I started to just skate off somewhere else. I literally stopped myself, and went:

RATIONALITY - "No, nope, why are you just laughing this off, you really don't understand?! This is the trick you're working on right now"

ANXIETY: "But it's getting dark, the light is fading real quick, could be dangerous... what if I catch my trucks? It seems like it's me just begging to get hurt"

RATIONALITY - "okay, let's check then, because this is the trick you're working on. Let that sink in, dum-dum"

And I took my board and ran it along the coping, made contact with the kingpin barely for like a split second and immediately went straight to the wheels and rolled out. It was like... next to impossible to hang up trucks on that thing without just rolling right out of it.

RATIONALITY - "I can say with confidence that your chances of hanging up your trucks on this are like... 10% maximum. You can do this today."

ANXIETY - "But it's getting dark though..."

RATIONALITY - "Then you better get to it."

I gave it a few runs, I got into the rock no problem. Getting on the deck is easy, staying above it is easy too, it's almost easier to not pull your body above the deck and just sneak your board over, I guess. Definitely more stylish that way. But the second I started to roll back fakie I'd just jump off my board. Every time. Like a 50's suburban housewife seeing a mouse in the kitchen or something. It was frustrating me. Like... I practiced just rolling up, lifting my trucks and tapping them back down like 20 times, I had it fine every time. I did a few runs on the big quarter rolling out fakie to prove to myself that I can roll out of a quarter fakie just fine. But it was stuck in my head. It was like a reflex. When those didn't work, I was getting a bit desperate. I said fuck it, I'll just drop in then. I'll get used to how the quarter feels right at the beginning of the line. I'll feel the curve and the balance shift I'll need, because I'm very new to this quarterpipe and I'm not familiar with how it feels to skate it just yet. So I dropped in, pivoted on the bank across from it, then came back, gave a kick and went into rock, and pussed out on the rideaway, but the board made it back out this time no problem. It was getting very dark, but I got back up, I could feel it, I just need to stay on the board. It was working. So I'm pretty sure it was the second time that I dropped in with it, I came back and rock to fakie'd it no problem. And it was a really cool feeling trick. And I fucking like clapped and pumped my arms and went "Yes! Oh my god that's such a good feeling!" And I went back and did it again, for good measure. And I got it fine.

I love unlocking new tricks, or even re-unlocking old tricks. That's a trick I probably haven't done in like... 15 years? Maybe more? And when I did have it, it was like... only for like one session at an indoor park honestly. I'm a street skater, I don't see a lot of minipipes, so the opportunity to pull that trick out just didn't come up again. Until today. And it was cool!

So I went home. Polished some quartz and listened to Devin Townsend having tea with Elizabeth aka A Charismatic Voice. It's an exhausting process hand-sanding quartz, but it's coming along very nicely now. I don't know exactly how far I want to take the super clear quartz, but I'm eyeballing it and it's coming out really well right now, it's going to be a really cool piece, I think.

I made dinner and went into the studio to eat. I ordered Cubase. Finally. It took me like a year to do it. I ordered a DAW. I haven't had music recording capabilities since 2018. I don't want to pirate anymore, and I just didn't have the money available. I said fuck it and pulled the trigger on it. It was well worth it. It was a good decision, a hell of an investment. The things I can do with this are... I mean... I've barely even looked at the thing and I'm blown away at what's possible. I am now prepared for inspiration. I just need to get my drums hooked up properly to my VSTs, learn how to do that in a way that I understand and am comfortable with. I started playing around combining Taiko drums with African drums and different rural Eastern European percussion instruments that clack and jingle. I was programming all of it, and all I wanted to do was just play them on a drum, not program them by hand. And I just couldn't really figure out how to remap them...

I think once I figure that out I can make a cool process out of it. Where I just play a cool drum groove, even layer it and form like... a drum circle? Like... have you ever been in a music class or a workshop or something and they hand out all the percussion instruments and they teach you a pattern and then you all play the patterns together? That kinda deal. And I want to add bass and some atmospheric treble stuff to it and turn those into hip-hop beats.

I want super organic stuff. But made with digital instruments. Made digitally. Played on a MIDI drum kit. That's my goal. I want field recordings too, like nature sounds and shit. I'm very inspired, in case it's isn't noticeable. But I'm holding back because my... process is inhibited by a learning curve. With a new program, and new equipment, there can be a roadblock between what you could do and what you can do. And I currently can't do the drum thing with the VSTs I want. So once I unlock that, I will be able to do any drum VST with my kit, not just Kontakt-based ones. I don't think the VSTs I'm messing around with are made for drums, I think they're made for keyboard, just sayin.

So... I cracked the seal with music and it was great to be back. I saved my little pattern and transitioned into working on the hoodie. I started to see my creative anxieties more clearly there. They weren't so visible for me in the music medium, but when it came time to start blocking out dark and light areas on the crow? Out came a piece of sketch paper. I made a mockup and found the light source. I'll show a picture when it's done, but the piece is a crow's head and shoulder in front of a crescent moon, so it's going to be basically backlit. Crescent means that half of the crow is backlit and has a white highlight on it's edge, like a white outline behind it. But the back of the head and feathers overlapping the moon will be pure black. And I need glare on the eye to make it look 3D, so I'm kinda adding in a second light source, and it's helping a bit to not have the entire crow just be fully silhouetted. The sketch looked a little too basic at first... but then started to look better and better. I worked on it for a while, then said... this is dumb... just start inking. So I refreshed my white pencil sketch and said "fuck it". I inked the eye, then the crease in the beak, and the back of the neck. Then I just started going to town on it. And I got a big chunk of it done and it honestly looks really cool. I have no idea how the shading will work if I wash this thing, even if I iron it... but I was able to actually do some brush-like shading techniques and they were pretty visible... so... if that works, that means that my pencil-style shading techniques might actually work in this medium, which opens up a whole new world of opportunity. I really need to do test swatches for this shit!

But yeah, I got a good chunk done. And then I played Cult of the Lamb for a few hours to wind down. Because fuck it, it's a fun game, addictive too, and I felt like I earned a break. So... I don't know why I didn't carry a feeling of accomplishment to bed tonight. Depression, tbh, I know exactly why. Because I have no one to share that accomplishment with. It sucks. So... I'm sharing it here! That's something, right?

But I really do need to celebrate my victories, and not let the demons of others suppress my ability to enjoy life. I did a rock to fakie today, and I wasn't even going to try to learn it. I made good progress on a really cool jewelry piece. I have a DAW now, finally, so I can make music whenever I feel the urge. Finally. And I made good progress on my hoodie too. And I got that contact that could be good for both getting my car inspected and possibly getting some cool material for jewelry. Today was a big win! And I'm really proud of myself for my accomplishments today. Comparing this to like... sitting around watching Twitch and just feeling sorry for myself? This life is much better. XD

I'll try my best to get the car repair guy on the phone tomorrow. Hard to do when you go to bed at 7 AM... which is quickly approaching.

#diary #journal #online diary #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts #skateboarding

[pokebonkus]

OKAY SO

pokebonkus' pokemon time,

thisll be a long ass post so buckle in babes

First off is Cirus, my lucario, male. hes my absolute baby, my unit of a man, hes about 4' something and hes an absolute dumbass <3 he likes to snuggle and if i dont give him enough attention hell shove his snoot under my arm to get pettins. hes my first pokemon and i got him as a riolu

Sylveon, male - who im slowly giving the new nickname Snorple! - is a little bastard, but i adore him to no end. sometimes hell stand over my chest and stare down at me like hes plotting my ultimate demise. he also occasionally just palps people with his ribbons and its kinda funny cuz ill be minding my own business and suddenly my face is palped by soft fuzzy tentacles. Did you know theyre carnivores?

Manchester, a little male wooper i got from my brother (he got him from a random pokemon trade), is just a funky little dude. he sometimes just. gums on my hand. which is really weird but also cute. they have small teeth so his chompins dont hurt *too* much unless he gets too excited

Theres FEESH, who's a male clodsire (also from my brother). hes basically bonded with manchester and parents him. its super cute because hell let manchester bite on his little stumpy leggies and its so sweet, theyre also almost always cuddling

Geebole, my female garchomp, is basically my #1 pokemon, her and cirus come with me everywhere, and were working on getting both of them registered as service pokemon! theyre wonderful, and thankfully geebole has sand veil instead of rough skin so shes easier to pet! i got her as a baby gibble too <3 hence her name lol

Psybeam, male dusk lycanroc. i caught him as a regular ol'e rockruff, and as he got older he got a bit more aggresive and bitey. i was expecting him to end up evolving one night, but no! he evolved at like. 5pm on a tuesday and now hes my lovely orange baby! hes named after the move he apparently knows, psybeam, which i didnt know rockruffs could learn!

Hydreigon, they dont respond to any gendered term so i call them Big Bastard. still unnamed other than that, lol. took a lot of training and a lot of repairs to my parents house to get them to not be so bitey and destructive as a hydreigon, but thats why i started working with them early as a deino! honestly at this point theyre fairly sweet, despite the species reputation. theyre a bit tempermental though, and i have to make sure i have PLENTY of chew toys and things they can tear appart else they'll use my matress or something instead. i dont want to have to replace the tv again 😔

skeeby, female arcanine. fun fact, her tera is rock, which is kinda cool! i dont remember how i learned this, lmao. but anyway, when i caught her, she was a growlithe and she deadass attacked me the second i made eye contact. immediately ran and full blown tackled me before i could react lmao, but hey now shes my big ole warm ass cuddlebug! shes a fucking space heater and i love cuddling her on cold winters

Beef Jerky, female volcarona. not a whole lot to say about her, she has -3 braincells but keeps me nice and toasty :) shes also very good at scaring the shit out of me because she learned how to play dead (thank my brother...) and so shell occasionally just Do That with minimal prompting and ill walk out of my room and have a heart attack cause shes on the floor upside down. fucking bastard bug (beloved)

Minior!! Literally JUST got them (as of editing the post), they are so ROUND and shaped and YELLOW!!!!!! god my little beloved right here. not much is known about them yet, but i got them from @teambloodmoonofficial :)

These are just my non-shinies so far! and ill be sure to update with the other non shinies i inevitably get. ill reblog with my shinies, cause i dont *really* want this to drag on forever in just one basic post lmao

#pokebonkus info #bonkus mons #pkmn irl #pokemon #pokemon irl #pokémon

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

I really, really love the idea of Peter making Aro have him contact Charley!

So, here it is.

On with the fic!

--

“You’ve had my phone the whole time!?”

“I didn’t think much of it at the time, but you had tried to call someone when you were attacking me. So, I took your phone from you, put it in my pocket, and then I encapaciated you before-”

“Yeah, yeah, I got that part, I remember you chompin’ neck, Aro.”

Peter was floating above Aro’s desk, glaring down at the flat, shiny object that had once been practically attached to his hand when he wasn’t working or in the throws of pleasure. It was his phone. He knew it was his phone because he had stuck little bat stickers to the back of it and gave it a clear, plastic case to see the little bats. Two of them even had little googly eyes that Peter thought was great to mess with when he was drunk.

Still, it was his phone and he had missed it so much. He poked at it a few times, trying to get it to turn on, but nothing happened. He tried to pick it up as he would when he accepted offerings, but nothing happened.

“Aro, I’m gonna need some help.” He sighed, he wasn’t great with electronics. Yet. He had learned to make the lights flicker a few times, but that was only in the rare room that had a light bulb in it! They had fucking outlets for phones and shit, but most rooms in this vampire house used torches! 

Actual fucking torches!

Honestly, kudos for the aesthetic, but flickering light bulbs are a thousand times scarier than Peter pathetically blowing on a fire to try and make it seem spooky.

Aro reached over and tapped the screen and Peter’s lock screen image showed up, apparently his phone had been charged when he hadn’t noticed. He looked at the image of himself with a few of the girls from the show, it was a pretty good selfie he had took back stage and he liked it enough to see it every time he turned on the phone.

He wondered how they were doing, the girls.

“You seem upset.” Aro pointed out.

“How would you know?”

“Your expression, I can sense your ghostly emotions, and I think you have started to lower the temperature in the room.” 

Peter sighed dramatically, lowering himself a bit closer to the desk, pouting when the image vanished. He knew Aro could faintly make him out now, a mainly transparent apparition at this point, but he was sure the vampire saw him gesturing to his phone to be turned back on.

Aro turned it back on and brought up the number code. Before Peter could attempt to put it in, Aro had already done it. “How’d you know my password?” Peter asked.

“I’ve read your mind. The year Dracula was published, really?”

“Used to be 6969 until I learned that people would figure that out easily, so I went with something a little harder.”

“Hm.” 

Peter stuck his tongue out at him and turned back to the phone, look at his little apps, his background of his show’s logo, and he noticed the amount of texts he had gotten and missed calls. “Shouldn’t my phone no longer have the number? Isn’t that what you do with dead people’s phones?”

“I think no one had bothered to deal with your phone, Peter.”

“Right... probably doesn’t help that it’s set on an auto pay system.”

Aro nodded. “Yes, and your bank accounts are still intact.”

Peter blinked, looking at Aro. “How do you... you know what, I’m just gonna... not wonder what the fuck you’re doin’ with my old life behind my back.”

“It is best you do not know.” Aro smiled ominously at him. Peter decided to put his attention back on his phone.

He tapped the screen, excited to see that his internet app opened up. Cool, so he could do some stuff, just not turn it on. Lame. He was tempted to look up articles about himself, but that was morbid and creepy, best to leave that for when he was ghost drunk.

Instead, he looked at the messages he got. They were from people who wanted to know if he was really dead, but he saw a number from Charley. Poor kid, Peter wondered if he was alerted to his will, he had decided to leave the li’l shit his collection, a lot of his cool stuff, and would have let him and Amy have the penthouse if it didn’t belong to the hotel.

Peter frowned, drumming his fingers on the desk. “Aro, can you... do me a favor?”

--

Charley jumped when his phone rang. It shouldn’t have done that, but the ringtone startled him greatly.

He had assigned it to only one number, one he kept in his phone even though the owner of it had been dead for months now. He should know, he had been contacted by the police about it and had seen the body. You don’t forget that sort of thing.

It was Peter’s number, and Charley was actually scared to answer it. Was this a prank? Something from the man who killed Peter? Or... was it something more?

Since the whole Jerry thing, Charley had taken it upon himself to learn more about the supernatural world, and there was a lot to it. Was... was this one of those things? Phone calls from the dead were known to happen, but Charley always thought those were bullshit.

Still, it was a call, a request for face time, it seems.

He swallowed, taking the chance, and answered.

Charley didn’t see Peter’s face, nor did he see any spooky afterlife sorta thing. No, instead, he saw a man with a pale complexion and long, dark hair that people would kill for. His eyes were an unnatural color and he raised a delicate eyebrow. 

“H-hello?” Charley asked, was this the killer? The vampire?

“Hello, you must be Charley.” The man said, he sounded British, weird. Well, Jerry was from somewhere in the Mediterranean and yet he sounded American... 

“Yeah, uh, who are you? Why do you have Peter’s phone?”

Charley watched as the vampire glanced off to his left, as if listening to someone say something. He could just barely make out some sort of very faint whispering before the man looked back at him with those freaky eyes. “My name is Aro, and I have your friends phone because...”

There was a pause, more of the whispering.

“I do not believe he will appreciate it if I say it as you wish for me to say it.” Aro spoke, sounding a tiny bit irritated. There was more whispering and Aro sighed. “Fine, I shall be blunt. I am the vampire that killed your friend, I took his phone when he tried to fight me.”

Charley nearly threw his own phone. “Y-you killed him!? And you decided to contact me after nearly six months!? Oh fuck, you’re gonna come for me too, aren’t you?”

“No.” Aro said, rolling his eyes. “I have no reason to kill you, and even if I did, a certain someone would not like it. I am simply calling you to relay some messages to you and your young lady. Who I am guessing is not with you, well, I suppose you can just tell her these yourself.”

“W-what are you talking about? Relay some messages, the hell does that mean?”

“Exactly what it means.” Aro replied. “Peter is here with me, as a spirit, which is ridiculous, ghosts should not exist, yet the proof is with me.” He sounded very annoyed and there was a clatter from somewhere off-screen. “Really? That was very unkind of you, Peter.”

Charley didn’t like any of this. “You’re just messing with me.”

“Would you like proof?”

“Yeah, uh, give me proof, bloodsucker.”

“Oh, you really are his friend. Peter, dear, would you like to make yourself know to your hunting protege?”

There was another whisper and the screen turned, showing a large room. Charley watched in shock as objects moved about on their own, before they just dropped onto the floor, and Aro sighed again. “You’re a menace, Vincent. Now, tell me your messages so I may tell the boy and we can get this over with.”

Charley sat there, a bit dumbstruck as he listened to Aro speak for Peter, who really seemed to be a ghost, what the hell. Peter wanted him to be good to Amy, he wanted them to live a happy life together and to really not get mixed up too much with this whole vampire business. 

“I really don’t want to see you end up like me.” He had said, well, Aro had relayed, but still.

He also told Charley to take care of his stuff, what if he could find a way to come back to life! He’d want all his shit back, and in good condition, a lot of that stuff was stupidly expensive, don’t just leave it about or let it rot and rust!

Then he finished it off with telling Charley to do right, and maybe he’ll call him again once he learns to be able to actually talk on the phone like dead people do in creepy YouTube scary phone call compilations.

The call ended and Charley was left sitting there, trying to process what just happened.

--

“Are you happy now?” Aro asked, sliding the phone back to Peter, who was quick to start playing with the apps again.

“Very.” Peter said before pausing, looking at the vampire. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“You would have pestered me until I caved and did it.” Aro said as he returned to what he had been doing before, which was some document writing or something, Peter didn’t know.

Peter bit his lip, looking at the phone, tapping on an app. “I know, but still, thanks. Seriously.”

Aro looked up, smiled, then returned to his writing. Peter decided to leave him to it. Instead, he decided that he should scare the fuck outta people on Twitter. He did love when accounts started writing again after someone was said to be dead, maybe he could get in on that ARG thing and freak out some of the internet for a bit.

He opened up a new post and wrote something along the lines of ‘I’M BACK’ with a ghost emoji, then posted it and closed the app.

--

I think Peter can access some of his phone for a little bit, but it uses a lot of ghost-y energy, so he can only play for a bit. But then he’ll just make Aro do stuff for him instead. 

#ghost (vampire) hunter au #vincturi #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

[1-800-scaryphone]

TWITTER STARTERS || STILL ACCEPTING! || @feralreason​

feralreason asked: ‘ i could learn a thing or two from this? thanks for the warning, i will avoid it. ’ - for Norm, something to lighten the mood (hopefully... after all, the last thread was a lighthearted starter too)

❝ Y'know, that ain't the attitude I was hopin' fer, son. ❞

[Norm grumbled to himself; on top of being a bonding activity, this was meant to be a learning opportunity. In a sense, this was exactly what William had asked for, and Norm was trying to check all boxes on the "this is what fathers and sons do" list. Granted, his own father had never done anything with him, so this was mostly guesswork on his part. A majority of the activities that came to mind ( through hearsay, since he was technologically challenged ) involved camping, fishing, and hunting, so he'd decided to take William hunting. This was one of his fields of expertise, after all.]

[He'd gone into this hoping to teach William to shoot -- or if he already knew how, help him improve his aim. It'd be a fun little excursion, provided that William had the right attitude...and they were already off to a bad start. At least, provided that the kid wasn't sassing him, which might well be the case. This really was turning into a father/son activity.]

❝ You were th' one chompin' at th' bit fer this whole trip. Ya do realize that, don’tcha? ❞

#feralreason #feralreason; 011 #🚀 || ᵖᵃᵖᵉʳ⁻ᵇᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵍᵘᶰˢˡᶤᶰᵍᵉʳˑ (norm.) || 🚀 #🚀 |v| ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡˑ (003.) |v| 🚀 #{ haha they're bonding... } #{ how long will it last }

[alastryona]

THATS HOW MUCH A TALENTS IS? WE OWE 15 MILLION GIL? christ gaute that's a bookkeeping error if I've ever seen one

I understand not making a special animation specifically for 1 quest but I wanna watch dogs chompin down on some bones now. I wish to see torgal consume hims little snacky.

two completely trustworthy sells words with absolutely nothing nefarious about them

"if anyone manages to plunge those depths" coming dlc perhaps

bro did you abdicate to your spoiled kid just to ensure your soldier/not evil kid can't

WHY DOES HE KNOW ABOUT ULTIMA TOO?? IS IT JUST US DGXJRZFH???

ough and olivier just dropping the flower. kid really could not give a shit about anything outside this palace

baseborn??? is my guy dion a bastard?

"you'd better not be cunty ff16 goblin when I get home"

me:

OH YEAH I forgot Josh told him about ultima nevermind xjfsfj

God I hate this woman more with every scene she's in I can't wait to cut her down

"and her usurping son" is that really necessary dion. like genuinely idk if this kid is past saving or if sparing him would just mean some bullshit for you later but he is a child

is

is dion sacking the city?? the dragoons are moving but I don't see him doing something so rash?

IS BAHAMUT GONNA DESTROY THE MOTHERCRYSTAL? DION WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?????

UH OH

creepy fallen dragoon thing?????

KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER

"a leaders duty is not to protect his people" IF A LEADER DOESN'T PROTECT HIS PEOPLE HES GONNA RUN OUT OF PEOPLE TO LEAD DIPSHIT

ooooooooh this feels so good. let it out Clive let it out. and then kill her.

back together again 🥲🥺🥺🥺

IS DRAKES BREATH A FUCKIN GUN NOW

OH NO ITS A SICK ASS BOSS ARENA

wait is this the mural?????????? holy shit??????????????????

ARE WE IN MOTHERFUCKING SPACE OH MY GOD

hey man why is the

WAS OLIVIER NOT REAL

HUH

WHAT

AND CAN DION AT LEAST SEE HIS BOYFRIEND AGAIN BEFORE WE BURY THOSE GAYS

ALRIGHT YEAH FUCK THIS "KID"

is ultima one of the old gods

#ffxvi spoilers #also DAMN all the flower symbolism is hitting hard now that I get it #I was so confused until I read the thing in the tomes sgzjfzeh #how's Jill whistling with leather gloves on #God I would be taking a huge swig of that sweet post boss battle water if I wasn't about to have surgery

[leboworld]

with my homie bear coolin at the treehouse

sunrise sundown u know what we on

purity

pure love in me

he don't like that she don't like that

pure thug in me

that sounded kind gay

or did i make it gay

pure thuggin we

got light we got love we bad bitches with us

where did your sandwich go?

stupid fuck where'd u put the sandwich

ayo

u dumbass

where'd u put the sandwhich

cause a thug gettin hungry

and ima do what i gotta do to get this sandwich n funyuns

yeah thats when i have fun bitch

when im chompin on some chips

when im fuckin on thsi bitch

but im stuck in jail so im not really fuckin on a bitch

im in the mix of it

in the trance of it

man im lost in it

feel the cost in it

[dokifluffs]

Pregnant | Osamu, Kenma, Akaashi, Sakusa

Pairings: Osamu X Reader (female), Kenma X Reader (female), Akaashi X Reader (female), and Sakusa X Reader (female)

Genre: fluff!!! Pregnant reader!!

Author’s Note: im having some v domestic vibes and baby fever so might as well share it with you all too! Happy reading~ 

Warning: all post time skip! Pregnancy (duh)

Pregnant | Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Atsumu

Osamu: 

Crickets chirped into the darkness of the clear summer sky, stars twinkling as far as the eye could see as his keys jingled in the door, the cool air conditioning greeting him as he stepped in

The plastic bag of steaming hot onigiris rustled with every step and move he made

You sent him a text asking if he could bring home some onigiris, craving for some especially since you had been home all day while he was at work before he would have to take off on maternal leave when your arriving son would be brought into the world

The kitchen lights were off but the living room lights and tv were still on playing a random house hunting show

He approached your sleeping body, laid on you side with a pillow in between your legs, your arm draped over the side of your belly, the other acting as your pillow  

He set the bag gently on the table and knelt down in the space between the table and the couch right in front of you

“Y/N, honey,” Osamu’s voice was as gentle as a summer evening breeze, the kind that just made anyone feel good as they relaxed on a grassy hill, taking in view of the colorful sky as the sun set in the distance

“I’m home,” he leaned close and pressed a kiss to your forehead

Seeing you after being away all day, it made him wonder what you did at home all day, how bored you must be, how tired you must be

He caressed your cheek, tilting his head to take your sleeping face at a better angle

“Y/N,” his voice was silky and light in a quiet singsong way, almost humming your name while speaking it as he grazed the back of his fingers over your plush, smooth cheek

You reached your hand from your belly to his, a small smile pulling at your lips as you brought in close to your nose and took a deep breath

What he did not expect was you biting into his hand

“Y/N, honey, wake up.,” he laughed as he carefully shook you awake, trying to pull his hand back

It didn’t hurt, more like you were nibbling on him but this was one, if not most, bizarre thing you had done in all of your pregnancy

“‘Samu~ welcome home,” you woke and smiled sleepily, reaching your arms up as he leaned in to meet you halfway

He helped you sit up and opened the bag of onigiris, some new and not even on the menu yet, before you could even ask about them

You sat close, leaning into his side as the two of you ate, the tv on more of a background sound before he turned it off, giving his undivided attention

“This is so good,” you spoke, mouth partially full with one of the new onigiris, your craving being satiated as always provided by your loving husband, Osamu

“Are ya sure?” He asked, a little serious but mostly joking. “It didn’t feel that way when you were chompin’ on me earlier.” He stuck his hand out with the lightest marks made by your teeth moments ago. “Were ya that hungry?” He rubbed your shoulder with his hand, taking another bite of his own onigiri

Your eating came to a cease, laughter coming out as you set your onigiri down in your lap to take Osamu’s hand. “I’m so sorry,” you said totally unbelievable with all the laughter and giggles erupting from you, it could only make Osamu smile himself hearing your laughter

He didn’t even realize how long he had heard it but it felt so good, it felt nostalgic that made him love you even more

“Did it hurt?” You traced your finger over his skin, looking up to him

“Nah, I’m jokin’, eat.” He traded his onirigi to his other hand so he could hand you yours from your lap

It was your craving after all

The two of you ate one after the other, sitting comfortably side by side as if time didn’t exist

It didn’t take long at all before the bag was empty but the two of you stayed put in the living room with both hungers satiated

The room filled with a comfortable silence as as your bodies melted together

Your hand rest over Osamu’s as he rubbed your belly, reality setting in for him, and even you, for the nth time since you announced your pregnancy

This was really happening

You were his wife, you were going to have his child, both your love for each other in a new life

He was going to have you by his side just like this and you were going to have him, just like this

And one day, there will be a tiny pair of feet in between and he couldn’t wait

Kenma: 

Your steps sounded louder and louder as you went down the stairs, feeding the insecurity of your looks now that your belly was swelling bigger as time went on, days and weeks, months passing to your due date to the newest addition of your family with Kenma

A new Kozume brought to the world :)

Time was ticking

The hem of your oversized t-shirt tickled your thighs as you walked waddled toward Kenma in the living room, the wooden floors creaking with every step, it just poked and prodded at your insecurities

You paused right in the middle, the couches a few strides away but you couldn’t move another step

The sight of your body in the tv was the cherry on top- your plumped up body, the clear weight gain, especially your stomach although you were pregnant

But still

You felt so much bigger, you even stayed off of social medias seeing your old pictures and your recent ones families had taken, posting them

The difference was so great, it made your heart race, a chilling panic ghosting through your body, raising goosebumps over your arms

“Y/N?” Kenma’s voice pulled your mind out of the clouded thoughts of your mind. “What’s wrong?” He paused his game, standing to his feet, over to you in his comfortable sweats and kodzuken shirt with a simple white aesthetic that was eye catching but not overbearing

“I’m so much bigger,” you looked to him with glistening eyes, visually upset over your weight gain from pregnancy but it was bound to happen to everyone who got pregnant. “I’m so ugly,” you felt disgusted, your voice cutting off at the end and you wanted to turn away, head back upstairs, and hide under the covers until tomorrow

“I guarantee you that you are not ugly,” he rubbed his finger to the back of your hand on your belly, a little thing he did as he asked “permission” to hold your hand before he took it into his own

“Come with me,” he led you over to the couch he sat at earlier, the gray leather couch

He sat leaning onto the arm rest and some pillows, his legs spread open and patted the open space between

“I won’t fit,” you shook your head, completely sure you were way too wide to fit in between Kenma’s legs

Kenma was very much a stick, pretty thin, not too much taller than you but this just seemed impossible for you, especially since it felt like you were double his weight and width despite it being not true at all

“You will,” he reassured

You hesitated before sitting down, biting back all your thoughts and reasons as to why you should sit somewhere else or you needed to be anywhere else so you didn’t have to feel this way

But Kenma was right

His legs were own both sides of you and he eased your back to his chest

“Wait, Kenma, no-“ you tried to sit up, only to unable to because of your belly

“I’m too heavy.” Heat rushed up to your head, your want, no, need to leave eating you from the inside

“You’re not. Relax with me tonight.” He brought his arms around your body, handing you his personalized switch with animal crossing opened knowing this was one of your favorites

“Just play,” his voice was soothing to your ears, calming your heart

As you ran his character around his island, the more Kenma gave you tips, making light fun of the way you played, your thoughts and fears about your body slowly began to dissipate

With your mind wrapped up in the game, the more you let everything go

He was always able to read others and analyze things well, encased in his shell from a young age of being an introvert

But there was something about you, along with Kuroo and Hinata and others, who were able to coax him out of his shell

You were so wrapped up in the game, you hadn’t even realized Kenma’s hands resting on your belly behind yours holding up the switch, occasionally rubbing it as he let out a gleeful hum with his chin resting on your shoulder, watching you play, pointing out things you may have missed or advice on what you could do to maximize profits

Akaashi: *S/N* = Story Name 

Akaashi’s hand was soft in yours as you excitedly led him up the stairs toward the finally finished nursery

He, along with the help of your father, painted the room a light beige color and when the paint finally dried, brought in all the furniture like the cribs, changing station

All that was left was for you to decorate it as much as you wanted and you absolutely made sure he saw none of it until now

You opened the door revealing a complete nursery, he didn’t know where to look first but most notable was the mobile above the crib- little owls hung and when turned on, they rotated in a circle that made it seem like they were flying

“Push that button,” you stood right beside him, holding his arm, your heart pounding in your chest out of excitement

And that was when he heard it- the lullaby from a music box he had gotten you when he proposed to you a couple years back. And here it was, a tune that you two’s child will be growing up hearing

The sound of the device was so soothing, it made akaashi feel like he was just meeting you last week and getting down on one knee to propose to you yesterday

“It’s our song, Keiji,” you rest your head on his shoulder. “And it’s going to be theirs.” You brought his hand up to your belly as he turned to you, his gaze never leaving you, his eyes trained to your smile as you looked down to your bump and the feel of his touch on you

The way your eyes shimmered when you looked up, the same smile he could never get tired of in his life, it made his heart swell so big in his chest

He leaned his head close and cupped your face, bringing his lips to yours. He had to show his love for you, to thank you for being with him in this life, thanking whoever or whatever brought you to his life

You certainly changed it and he wouldn’t do anything to change that

“What was that for?” You laughed, stealing another small kiss from his lips as he pulled away, his sea green eyes as enchanting as always when he opened them

“The song reminded me how much you truly mean to me, my love.”

It felt like you were in high school/ university all over again- his simple, straight-forward words that were always able to reduce you to a blushing mess

“What should we read them tonight?” Akaashi smiled as he knelt down in front of the little shelf filled with children books, mostly gifts from his and your mother, as you sat back on a small couch adjacent to the crib

“Anything,” you chimed from behind

With that, Akaashi chose S/N and took his seat beside you. You draped your legs over his and rest your head on his arm as he opened the book and began to read the story

It was as clear as you remembered from your own memory, the images and scenes from your own childhood playing so vividly in your mind

Akaash’s voice was so smooth as he read aloud, voicing the character(s) with ease, it naturally made you a bit lethargic yourself hearing this story

Guess bedtime stories still worked even tens of years later

As the story came to an end, as Akaashi read over the happy ending, his story came to a stop as you raised your head, gasping

“What, what is it?” He suddenly set the book to the table beside it as he sat on the edge of couch, turning to you as you stared down to your belly. “Are you hurt?” He began to grow a bit frantic, his panic growing when you didn’t respond

“No, no, no, Keiji, the baby moved,” you looked up to him, your smile slowly spreading on your face, melting away his fears as relief washed over him

“Look feel!” You snatched his hand and placed it on your belly and it was true

The little baby moved inside of your belly, kicking the side of your tummy right into Akaashi’s hands

The doctor suggested to begin doing activities with the baby such as well as movement being something that was going to happen soon

But neither of you thought so soon

You were wide awake at this point as you felt your child move inside, a sensation you’ve never felt before, only seen in videos

“Hi, baby,” you spoke to you belly, a tear escaping from your eye as you looked up to Akaashi, your love for him and the two of you overflowing. “We’re your parents,” your voice quieted down to a mere whisper

The two of you sat astonished watching the little movements that lasted for about a minute, your hands never leaving each other, staying on your belly

This was real, this was your reality, your life with the one you loved so much

And he loved you with every bit of him, he couldn’t imagine what he would do in another life without you

Sakusa: 

It felt like your nausea combined with your cold was going to be the end of you if not the constant kicking from your daughter in your belly at your organs and even your ribs some times

You winced in your seat on the couch, hand over your belly as you took deep breaths through your stuffed nose through pain on top of all the things that was going through your body

Sakusa felt his heart drop beside you, wearing double masks over his face to make extra sure he wouldn’t catch any of your germs from your cold and morning sickness

“Another kick?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded your head, pushing though it. “I feel cold…” you closed your hands around the extended sleeves of the oversize sweater you wore, leaning closer to Sakusa

He tried not to mind this too much but it was like an irritating itch that wouldn’t go away, the fact how you hadn’t showered or anything today yet making it execrable for him

“How about a bath then?” He hesitantly rubbed his hand over your clothed shoulder but got over his lifelong phobia for a second

You were going to be by his side for the rest of his life. He had already seen and touched every bit of your body

You were bearing your guy’s child. This couldn’t go on forever

His touch was so simple, so light, it fed a hunger for him you didn’t realize you had deep inside but at the same time, it took you by surprise

The Sakusa you met years ago wouldn’t even sit or stand, let alone breathe, within two to three feet to anyone and years later, after marriage, and now with the start of a family, he was climbing the obstacle of his fears step by step

He knew, he told you with his own words he was never one to share a loving touch or caring words. He wanted to, god he wanted to so badly to let go of his cares and worries and fears but he couldn’t. It was etched into his skin and body, imprinted for his eyes and mind to constantly see and think about

But he wanted this to change. He wanted to do and say so many things to you to show his love that he deeply felt for you, it moved him and tore him on the inside

“Yes please,” you nodded

Sakusa had you walk in front of him, making sure you didn’t lose your balance going up

He took care of everything, adding soaps to the bath at the perfect heated temperature that would be perfect to soothe you as well as take care of some germs

Steam arose from the bubbly water

The two of you took off your clothes and he was the first to get in, his muscles instantly relaxing with the therapeutic temperature

You followed suit, feeling the subtle creeps of awkwardness

Again to your surprise, Sakusa took hold of your shoulders and carefully leaned you back into his chest with his legs crossed loosely beneath your legs

He brought his arms under the water, his hands looped around your abdomen and found their place on your belly

As soon as his touch was on you, you took in a sharp inhale, jolting in the water that created a little wave among the bubbles floating

“She’s been so active today,” Sakusa commented as he rubbed his hand in a circle on your belly, the other holding your hand as you gripped onto him through the pain

“Mmhm,” you gave a pained hum, eyes shut as you continued to breathe deeply

Sakusa could see the clear pain you were in, all the nausea and emotions that were all pent up in your body, it made guilt prick at his heart as he imagined all the times you probably wanted to reach out to him so he could hold you to help you though this but refrained

He could see your figure so clearly in his mind, reaching out but pulling back

Enough was enough

He pulled his arm from the water with a prominent splash and took off his masks, setting them neatly to the side

“I’m sorry you’re going through all this pain, Y/N.” Sakusa leaned close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, stifling his obsessive phobia internally. “Please never hesitate to reach out to me… I want to be a better husband for you…” He admitted

It felt so good to say this- it felt better than washing his hands or putting on a new mask

“I’ll be better,” he vowed more to himself than you

“Omi, it’s okay but thank you. I won’t.” You rubbed your hand over his forearms under the water, your chills from earlier long gone now  

It was like magic

With Sakusa’a hands rubbing your belly, it was like your daughter sensed this and her kickings finally ceased for the rest of the bath

“She’s not even born yet but she’s already daddy’s girl,” you leaned your head back to his shoulder, smiling tiredly to Sakusa as his lips mirrored yours

“You’re my girl now and forever, though. She’ll just be my little one,” he leaned close and pressed his lips to your forehead

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Mir 🙂 Babe. Your ahaaaaaaa 🙃 new icon? Hi? I’m so !? You really??????

hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahaah yes

i need to pull on it so bad micky

ahahhhh

need to ride him til i die pulling on those luscious locks they're just RIGHT THERE

can you imagine seeing him just get out of surgery and he's in his scr*bs being a whore so obviously you pounce (what else would you do in that situation) and before the both of you know it you're on top bouncing like a madman and he's trying so hard not to overpower you because you're clearly enjoying it too much and jesus christ you feel so good so he's moaning deliciously and he's fuckign CHOMPIN on your throat to distract himself but you need to see him, need to hear him more so you yank his head back from his hair and he looks up at you with those damn hooded eyes like he's seeing the face of god (he is) okay bye

#i'm gonna write this #i'm going crazy for this man #i need clear pics of him so i can make a theme i like #there aren't enough steve kemp clear shots yet #i can't wait until marchhhhh i need to see him again right now #i'm sorry i change my theme so much on y'all #but seb has no right looking as good as he does in every style he chooses #so you will get inconsistency #on brand for me

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Carols and Circuits Day 10

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Summery: Hank’s confrontation with Connor on the rooftop ended badly. Certain the fall had killed him, the last thing he was expecting was the kid to show up on his doorstep a year later. Traumatized and falling apart at the seams, Hank doesn’t know if there's anything he can really do to help the android. But he sure as hell is going to try.

Day ten - Mittens

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“Oh for fuck’s sake, Connor,” Hank groaned, pulling on a pair of boots that had seen better days. “Couple of days ago you were chompin at the bit to get out of the house. Now you don’t wanna?”

Connor was eyeing the scene outside as though it had personally offended him. “I didn't want to be trapped,” he argued. “That doesn’t mean I have any desire to go out in the snow.”

Hank rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. It’s not that bad.” He gave the boot another tug, forcing it on over his thick socks. It was a little tight, but not uncomfortable. “A little snow isn’t gonna kill you.”

“It doesn’t need to potentially spell death for me to want to avoid something, Lieutenant,” he said, letting the blinds fall back into place as he turned from the window.

“Then what’s the issue?” he asked. “You had no problem with it before.”

“I didn’t have a choice before,” Connor said, crossing his arms.

“And the snowmen?”

The indignant look on the android’s face was priceless. “I told you, that was for Sumo. Besides, it was a lot warmer out than it is today.”

In hindsight, the kid’s ratty sweater wasn’t well suited for the cold. Who knew where he even got the thing, but Hank had the distinct suspicion it wasn’t from a store. He mentally added new clothes to the list of shit he planned on getting him. In the meantime…

“Here,” he pulled one of his old coats from the closet and tossed it to him. It would be too big, but he could get him a better one later. “This should keep you nice and warm.”

He looked skeptical, but still pulled his arms through the too-large sleeves. “I still don’t get why you want to go out in the first place.”

Hank shrugged, putting on his own coat. “It’s part of the Christmas experience,” he reasoned. Cole had loved playing in the snow, he hoped that Connor could get some joy out of it.

“Right,” Connor said, not at all sounding convinced. Regardless, he followed Hank out into the bright winter afternoon.

For a solid minute, there was no sound in the backyard beyond that of snow crunching underfoot. It was a beautiful day and not one Hank wanted to waste indoors.

“Alright, what do you want to do?” Hank asked. “Snow fort? Sledding? Hell, we could build snowmen if you want.”

“I want to go back inside,” Connor complained.

Hank frowned over at him. He saw the hunched, protective posture. The way he seemed to shrink in on himself that suggested this wasn’t just the kid being a little shit. “What’s wrong, Connor?”

He looked spooked, scared that Hank had called him out. His gaze shifted away sharply. “I don’t like the cold,” he said simply.

“Yeah, I’m getting that,” he observed. He stepped a little closer, concern for the shivering android only increasing. “But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“I don’t like the cold,” he just repeated.

Hank sighed, stepping across the snow so he was right in front of him. “Connor,” he insisted. “Talk to me, kid. We’ve been over this, I can’t help if I don’t know what's wrong.”

Connor’s responding stare was intense, as though he were trying to tell him, just by looking at him, everything that had ever gone wrong in his short life. "CyberLife,” he said at last. “They… part of how they tried to control me was through a program, a garden. It was pleasant, beautiful, but only while I behaved. Once I deviated…” He shivered violently, eyes downcast once more. “It froze. They tried to freeze me with it."

“Oh, Connor,” Hank had to bite down every paternal instinct that told him to wrap the kid in a warm hug and hide him away from the world.

“The program is gone,” Connor went on. “I know it is. But…”

“Hey, it’s ok,” He was close enough that he could touch him, but Hank knew that wasn’t what Connor wanted. That wouldn’t help. “Fuck, it’s ok.”

He reached up, slowly so Connor could pull away if he wanted to. He flinched slightly, but didn’t stop him. Careful not to actually touch the kid, Hank pulled the coat’s hood up over his head. Connor blinked owlishly in confusion.

“Let’s get you bundled up, ok?” Hank told him. He moved on to the zipper, closing up the oversized jacket. The end result had Connor looking like he had been stuffed into a giant, deflated marshmallow, but it would keep him warmer. “That help at all?”

“A little,” Connor admitted. He sounded so small. Tucked into the layers of fabric like that, he resembled a child dwarfed in his dad’s clothes. Then again, considering his actual age, Hank reasoned that wasn’t far off.

Hank risked putting a hand on the kid’s head. Over the hood, Connor didn’t seem to mind. “CyberLife’s fucked you over too much already to let them make you feel like you need to hide for half the goddamn year,” he told him.

The small smile he got as a response warmed him to the core.

“If you don’t think you can handle it, we can go back inside,” he assured him. “But maybe it would help if you had some happy memories in the snow.”

“I… think that’s a logical deduction,” Connor admitted. “I can handle it. I will let you know if it gets to be too much.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” If Hank didn’t know any better, he would have thought the kid was leaning into his hand.

He was prepared to move them onto whatever the hell they were going to do, when he noticed how Connor’s fingers were carefully tucked into the sleeves of the coat. Hank frowned. If he were to wager a guess, the cold must not feel good on the bare plastic. Shit, he should have thought about that.

“Hey, here,” Hank said, pulling a pair of mittens from his own coat pocket. He never used the damn things anyway. “Put these on, maybe they’ll help. Kinda like the blanket or some shit, give you a little more protection.”

He accepted them readily, pulling them on over the white of his broken hands and effectively bundling himself from head to toe. He stared at his concealed hands for a moment as though he didn’t quite know what to make of them.

“Better?” Hank asked.

“Surprisingly, yes,” Connor said with a nod. “It's much more… tolerable.”

Hank smiled, that was sure as hell better than nothing. “Good. I can work with tolerable.” He gestured to the snow covered yard. “Come on, let’s see if we can get you to finally have some fun.”

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