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m00ngbin · 3 months
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TFS TUESDAY! BUT ACTUALLY TUESDAY THIS TIME!
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maretriarch · 1 month
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alternia being an entire planet of garbage pail kid cards will never not be funny
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 years
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I can’t think of a single person on the Federation Starship Voyager that’d be afraid to kill or deposit a bug into the airponics bay and they’re so strong for that. That’s why they survive in the delta quadrant.
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coelakanths · 2 years
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reading ur response to the mushroom shadow knights post my brain went "oh so they're hotter? Laurence is hotter???????"
UES EXACTLT
#zombies <3…….#gore tw in these tags!#thinking. vylads death stab is infected and has been festering for years#the inside of laurances mouth is black and dripping#genes neck red and still dripping sometimes like it’s been shittily sewed back on….#like. they’re soldiers. they can’t die so why spend time on making everything look perfect right#they’re all a little rotten… you cut into one and mud + sludge just come spilling out#ok this is rlly gross BUT CAN U IMAGINE THEM BEING FILLED WITH BUGS OR SOMETHING#flies follow them around like corpse flowers…..#their half buried bodies…. can u imagine a shadow knights physical form wearing their funeral garb?#i imagine it like. the body dies and the soul is in the nether until it returns to the overworld#so like in the nether it’s not rlly. a physical form until u go back for the first time then when u go back back to the nether u have a body#that makes sense right. right#but then imagine shadow knights waking up in their bodies#gene clawing out of his grave with a vengeance. vylad opening his eyes at the clearing in the great woods zane dumped him at#sasha waking up at metelis memorial for her…#i hc her to be rlly grief stricken over becoming a knight. she rlly misses being human but bc gene messed with her memories she’s resentful#destroying her gravesite then killing her lord. can you fucking imagine#tying this back in— fungi always come back no matter how many mushrooms u pick bc the mychorrhiza is there!#VEINS LIKE MYCHORRHIZA. GOD.#im so normal about them im so fucking normal oh my god#asks#mcd
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newspecies · 2 years
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at this point im pretty sure im incapable of hating an animal
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antichristbf · 3 months
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apparently, i’m not allowed to rest today
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ddaengju · 1 year
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i would like to thank my boyfriend for always immediately coming to my rescue when there's a bug near me. love that for me.
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beababoobies · 2 months
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Oh my stars so I saw your post for Hazbin hotel requests can I PLEASE get a reader w Sir Pentious who is low-key jealous of his crush on cherry but he ends up getting w reader in the end?
I would love you forever 🙏
yurp, I gotchu. I love cherpentious with my entire heart but anything for y’all 🫡
edit : THERE IS NOW A PART TWO!
Somethin’ Stupid - Sir Pentious
words : 1.77k, slight warning for ep 6 stuffs
God, this fucking sucked. 
Cherri, who was - and you don’t mean to be direct, or self-loathing - downright fucking gorgeous, had been bribed to take you all out to a bar - well no, that wasn’t the exact instructions, but it was clear enough that Charlie didn’t expect much more from her. So here you were, slouched back on a vodka-stained couch in the corner of this bar, Husk lounging beside you while Nifty giggled and played with his fur, and your oh so beloved Sir Pentious across from you. 
You kicked back another shot of whatever Angel had brought to you, pretending to find whatever Husk had just said funny (you were far too caught up in the way Sir Pentious was goo goo eyeing a certain Cherri Bomb.) and Husk spoke up, eyebrows furrowed. 
“What’s up your ass today, kid?” He said flatly with a swig of his beer, raising one of his eyebrows as you finally snapped your attention back to him, trying to smile non-chalantly as you watched your beloved little drunken ball of insecurity slither towards Cherri again from the corner of your eye. “ ‘ts nuthin, Husk. Leave it.” You say with an annoyed sigh as you watch Pentious stumble over his words to an annoyed and unimpressed Cherri. 
“- I’M HAVING SSSSEX WITH EVERYONE HERE!” He turns around and yells, which has both Nifty, Angel, and Husk snap their heads around with wide eyes. He gives you a sad look and you try to give him a reassuring one. That is until he gets dragged into a separate room, and you inhale sharply through your teeth, wincing at the way he screams before the door is shut properly. Cherri doesn’t even look like she cares. 
“Ah.” Husk says flatly, catching your attention again. “Should’ve guessed after your fuckin’ ramble last night. ‘But Husk he doesn’t even know I’m here!’ and all those fuckin’ ‘I’ve been here longer than he has and he won’t even talk to me!‘s. he’s just nervous around you, like he is with Cherri. Fucker has some self-confidence issues. Just do it already.” He says, looking almost annoyed as you flushed deep and slapped your hand over his mouth, which he quickly swatted away. 
“Shh! Jesus fucking Christ Husk, not so loud! Fuck!” You grumble as Angel giggles with a hand over his mouth from the other end of the booth, before taking another small sip of his cocktail. “Not a secret, toots.” He says with his casually shit-eating grin, gesturing to a very drunk Nifty who was giggling now too, nodding her head. Great. 
“Sometimes, when I’m out killing the bugs that think they’re all sneaky, and gross and cool at night, I walk past your room and you’re listening to super bad romance music. Which scares the bugs away and makes them surrender their lives. Which like, it’s supposed to be a fight! You’re ruining all the fun… ” She adds the last part with a annoyed grumble, but despite her unbelievably drunken state, she’s still speaking fast, high-pitched, and with the exact same creepy undertones. “And I walk past that bad boys room and he’s all rehearsing romance poetry he wrote. It’s so bad! Ehehe!” 
She giggles out, eyes falling on a bug on the floor, hopping quickly off of Husker’s head and falling face first onto the floor, before quickly picking herself back up and running after it. “Shit.” Angel groans, putting his cocktail down quickly and shuffling out of the booth. “I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t end up with some creep.” He grits out through his teeth, before disappearing into the crowd with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’d better help him out.” Husk says with a sigh as well as he placed his beer bottle down carefully, pulling himself up with a groan.
He turns back to you for a second, just looking over his shoulder, before smiling. “You should start considering the possibility of Cherri being a distraction.” He says, humming softly before he adds one last thing. “Please do check in on the awkward fucker though, I don’t know what kind of shit he’s got stuffed in him or is stuffing at the fuckin moment.” Husk says with a sigh, disappearing right into the ground of flashing lights and bumping bodies right after Angel. 
You took the last courage swig of your drink and stood up, doing a little tipsy stretch as you got up, before dejectedly walking over to where a very, very exhausted Sir Pentious was sitting, hyperventilating and sweaty. You let out a soft sigh as you walked over, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands away from his face, holding them softly in your hands, looking up at him with furrowed brows and concern.
“Hey Pentious, that was a lot wasn’t it?” You say softly and he nods, refusing to make eye contact with you. He looks grossed out, ashamed, everything. You let out a soft sigh and rub small circles into the back of his palm with your thumb, doing your best to comfort him in the loud and overstimulating bar scene. 
“They were very kind - I jusssst, kept ssssssaying yessss. I don’t know why.” He says softly, and you nod, standing up and helping him up too. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, ‘Kay? You can take a nice hot shower and go to bed.” You reassure quietly and he finally looks up from the ground, smiling at you quickly before nodding, but as soon as Angel catches his gaze again, he’s out of your grips and right back to focusing on Cherri. You grimace softly as you watch him rush up to angel and ask where Cherri is. You watch as he groans in defeat as she goes into another room with a random guy. 
Some part of you feels happy, relieved of some jealousy. Another part of you feels bad. That was all he was doing the entire night, trying to get her attention. You shook it off and walked over to where everyone had re-grouped, giving them a tired wave, and getting one in return. You let out a small gasp as you saw the dried blood from Angels’ nose all the way down or his lip, his new black eye. 
“Oh dear, what happened?” You cooed softly, reaching up to wipe some of the blood of his face, and he softly moved away, shaking his head in a polite ‘thank you, but not right now’ way, and you nodded. “It was just a run-in with Val.” He says with a sigh, wiping another fresh stream of blood from his other nostril onto the back of his hand. “Let’s get going - I’ll tell you when we’re back at the hotel, Toots.” 
An unceremonious end to the night; but not exactly the end to yours. Even when you got back, debriefing everything that happened with Husk and Angel while Nifty snored on the couch and Pentious took a shower, even when you had finally wished them a good night and made your bed, sighing as you let your head fall to your pillow, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened with him. What Husk had said. 
“You should start considering the possibility of Cherri being a distraction.”
You repeated it in your head for hours while you tried to think about anything else, scrolling on your phone aimlessly through Hellflix, InstaScam, Crime Video, even YouCrude - there was no one to e-stalk, no new shows for you to binge, not even something you wanted to re-watch. No new uploads from your faves - just an endless amount of scrolling. 
Until about 3 a.m.
That’s when you heard it - shaky, nearly silent sobs from Pentious’s room, small sniffles. You checked the time, sighed, threw a shitty pair of smiley-face PJ pants Charlie had made for you on, and slumped over to his bedroom, knocking softly on his door. It went dead silent, not a mouse, no the small clinking or squishing of Nifty’s bug-killing sewing needle. 
“Who issss it?” He said in a shaky, tired, raw voice, and your heart absolutely melted, hand against the doorknob as you spoke. “It’s me, Pentious. I just heard you - uh - being sad. I know I’m not your favourite, but can I come in?” You say with a soft sigh, running your fingers through your hair tiredly. It takes him a minute and a soft hiccup before he rasps out a small “pleasssse, y-yeah.” And you open the door.
What you find is absolutely heartbreaking. Your favourite little serpent, curled in on himself, hugging his tail to himself, eyes red with tears that fall softly down his face, hat resting on his old worn down dresser, angry and frustrated swipes if his claws leaving him on top of torn up bedsheets and pillows, and you nearly cry with him right then and there. This sweet man who has been nothing but a pure angel, stuck with all the sinners, including yourself, down here. 
You walked over to him, sitting beside him on his bed, hearing the old mattress frame squeak softly as you sat down, putting your hand on his, gently cooing him until he took big, deep breaths, gently and encouragingly rubbing circles back into the palm of his hand.
“Tell me, what’s up? I’m all -“ you start confidently, being cut off by an annoyed but desperate call from Pentious himself, pulling his hand away from yours and groaning into his palms, shaking his head. “that ISSSSS the problem! You’re the problem-  you’re so pretty I can’t think sssstraight around you! And now you think I hate you!” He cries out, looking at you with desperate eyes, like he wants you to say something - anything, really. But you really can’t.
You’re completely frozen, hand frozen in mid air when it was going to rest on his shoulder to comfort him, eyes wife, lips pierced together and all you can do is stare at him like some stupid idiot. You are at a mental battle of grabbing his face and kissing him until you can’t breathe or slowly talking it out. He sighs dejectedly.
“I want to get closssser to you. Wanted to be your friend, at leassst. But… then I’d go and ssssspoil it all by ssssaying ssssomething sssstupid like…” he stops for a second, swallowing thickly. “…I love you.” He looks up at you again, nearly desperate for an answer. You finally get some words out of your closed up throat -
“I love you.” 
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Frank + Nancy Sinatra My Beloveds &lt;;3
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petitprincess1 · 2 months
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Hey, I'm really sorry for asking this, but do you and how do you deal with any guilt for liking Hazbin Hotel? I think the controversies and antis have got to me because I can't watch it or any content without thinking about those.
I love the songs (both the show's and PARANOID DJ's because they're bangers) but I also can't help but think "am I a terrible person with bad taste for liking this?"
Parts of this show also just make me happy, especially Angel Dust. He became such a comfort to me after I went through a similar situation. Not as extreme, but it messed me up. And Alastor is just the best character to ever be created. He sings and dances and kills and eats people, what more could you want in a man? But yeah, I just want to enjoy the silly demon show without feeling gross afterward and I don't know how to shake that feeling off.
First of all, I don't have any guilt watching anything I enjoy.
Second of all, neither should you. And this is the problem with antis and "critics". No one should EVER be made to feel bad about liking anything. Hell, I'll even extend that thought to those who like Velma. I'll never understand it, but I can't hate you for liking something.
I know Vivzie is tied to a lot of controversies, but so what? More than half of them have been debunked or shown to have changed as she grew older. Even if you still feel iffy, Hazbin is more than just Vivzie. There's an entire crew attached to this show and they should not suffer bc of one person.
I mean, you've most likely played a game or watched a movie that has had a problematic person connected to it. Yeah, that person is scummy, but you can still enjoy the content that has them featured or they created bc...that doesn't define you as a person. What you like in fiction does not translate to real life.
It's different when it comes to someone like Onision, who's content is nothing but his life and about him. I'd be more disgusted if you liked him vs you liking Hopper from A Bug's life, despite him being played by Kevin Spacey. Awful person, but Hopper is disconnected from Spacey other than voice. Or liking a song by a problematic artist. You like the song, not the person.
Once again, YOU SHOULD NOT FEEL GUILTY FOR ENJOYING SOMETHING! NO ONE SHOULD EVER FEEL GUILTY FOR ENJOYING MEDIA THAT'S MEANT TO BE ENJOYED! VIVZIE MADE THE SHOW BUT SHE IS NOT THE SHOW!
Anyone who dares to feel self-righteous over a cartoon needs to get that tree branch out of their ass.
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ethereal-pie · 5 months
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bullfrog head cannons
I have seen no fics of this beautiful French man so I have done it myself
just a ramble of my thoughts in bullet point form
he is an american bullfrog, he not only looks like one but also there are tons in France
He enjoys warmth and gets grumpy if he is too cold
I feel like he doesn’t touch you all that much but adores cuddling 
If given the opportunity he will burry himself in pillows and blankets ( bonus if they are weighted) especially during winter cuz of his hibernation instinct
He will insist you join him and promise it’s very comfortable 
He isn’t slimy like his real world counterpart but his skin feels very moisturized 
He gets cold super easy and shove himself under your shirt or jacket to soak up your natural body heat 
You also don’t have to worry about it being too hot to cuddle as he is cool to the touch 
He will insist you let him put his cold ass hands on your bare back to warm them up , he will pout if you don’t let him 
Letting him do this will more then likely result in him having his head under your shirt and his face pressed into your back and his hands on your upper stomach 
He usually avoids conventional touch based pda, the most normal pda you’ll get out of under normal circumstances is a peck on the cheek 
Instead the way he shows touch based pda is by sitting on your shoulders
Although if he is super cold he won’t care all that much
 And  Unless your in a situation where being partners with him would put you in danger, he will be  fairly vocaly affectionate
He will call you his beloved and other pet names 
As well as praise, flirt and compliment you
Some of His pet names  involve your name 
He seems like a darling, my dear, love type of person
He will jokingly call you stupid ones as well 
He has a lot of running jokes with you and will tease and joke around with you all the time, he just likes laughing with you in general 
Some of your jokes might take a second to land with him in the beginning but as your relationship continues he will pick up almost immediately 
He tries really hard to be cool cuz he wants to make friends but everyone being stuck on him being a frog annoys him a lil 
He will complain about this to you at least once 
He is trying to be cool and Poetic!
When he is mad he will begin to speak in a mix of French and English but he doesn’t really yell at all, he does talk faster tho 
He will bath for hours but doesn’t like to shower 
He cannot use certain soaps or he will get sick because he will absorb the chemicals through his skin 
He likes the look of bubble baths but if he sits in them he gets sick cuz of the soap In the water 
Given his accent I assume he speaks French but I think he can speak multiple European language, due to his job 
He is very adverse to the idea of eating bugs, he isn’t scared of them but if someone offers him a bug he will be grossed out.
He is the kind of person to not only catch and release bugs he finds inside but he will have little convos with them too
You’ll hear in the other room “hello there my miniature friend.’’ And as he takes them outside “ I’m very sorry but you cannot stay here.” 
His approach to flying bugs is far different, he will take NO PRISONERS
He is very efficient with a fly swatter and knows all the concoctions to lure and kill flys fruit or other wise 
He avoids using his hands cuz of the bug guts 
If you are afraid of bugs he will find it amusing but he won’t tease or torment you, he will just chuckle at how ridiculous you look up on the counter while he captures the invader.
He is very polite and kind to everyone he interacts with unless they have done something to warrant other wise 
He will use French sayings in English  instead of the English one because he is convinced that “ they are far superior” 
Pins and needles are now ants, it’s raining ropes not animals, forget apples and trees, dogs don’t make cats.
If you use the English versions he will argue the French version is better 
“ bolt of lightning explans the felling of it, love at first sight is so bland.’’
Please convert he will find it unendingly adorable every time 
He does get cuteness aggression and will randomly shove his face into your chest and aggressively nuzzle into you whist squeezing you and violently kicking his legs and making a happy humming 
He will be embarrassed the first few times he does this 
He will get cuteness aggression from your cuteness aggression 
If you bite him he will be very confused but won’t care all that much so long as you aren’t hurting him
You will probably be taller then him and honestly he likes it that way because when you hug him he feels like momentarily  he is a totally encased by you 
You can carry him but only certain ways
No toddler hold, with one arm and him on your hip 
Piggy backs, shoulder sitting and standing are encouraged 
You can only sling him over your shoulder in emergency’s 
Same with under your arm 
He doesn’t like princess carry’s cuz he can’t hold on to much and he wants to touch with  max surface area
Carrying him by his armpits away from you has the same problem, he will struggle 
He does enjoy if you hug carry him with both arms, either his face in on your chest or resting on your shoulder 
I have made a helpful diagram ( I can draw but it’s just stick me cuz I’m lazy)
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He will randomly start monologueing if given the opportunity 
He will tell you about being an assassin but only if you ask 
I think he is more likely to be with Someone who has prior experience with fighting
He feels nauseous after producing bubbles 
He will lean on or try to be touching you while he recovers 
You cannot truly surprise him, he will know something is up the moment you even begin to plan 
He knows because you act slightly different 
And hiding  or sneaking something past him is also impossible 
He has to actively try to avoid finding out what your doing 
You’ve snuck something into the garage, I guess he isn’t going In There for a while 
Hiding something behind your back, he isn’t even gonna face your direction while you hide it 
You cannot sneak up on him either 
When you try he will scare you by suddenly turning around and grabbing you 
On the other hand he has  scared and surprised you accidentally many times 
hope you enjoy and this inspires more fic to be written of bullfrog
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scoutswritingcorner · 1 month
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This is me humbly asking for that idea we were talking about- where reader? Literally climbs angel Dust
Kisses
Angel Dust x Gn/Male Reader
A/N: This can either be read as platonic/romantic. But I will mostly write Angel Dust with a Male Reader but this is written for the Lovely Kuro cause we were joking about this. Also a small lil blurb.
TW:None? Kissing? Idk I’m just here to love Angel Dust.
You sat on the velvet couch in the foyer of the Hotel nursing a glass of whatever mixed drink gave you today. You were very fond of letting him have free reign of what he made you, some were better than others but other than that you had a great time tasting random drinks. Listening to whatever the egg bois were saying to Pentious at the time and watching the poor snake run around trying to answer all their questions as Nifty ran around cleaning up and killing roaches. Oh to be able to stab your worries away with roaches. Alastor played soft jazz on his cane as he sat next to you reading the current headline on the paper. 
Taking a sip from your drink you softly hummed tasting the fruity concoction but it hid the stronger taste of alcohol, Husk truly outdid himself with this one. You watched as Angel walked down the stairs grumbling about something as he glanced at his phone. “You’re staring,” Alastor called out, causing you to jump and your cheeks to heat up. “I was not…I was simply admiring.” You croaked out causing him to let out a low chuckle as he fixed his hold on the paper.
You stood up, drinking the rest of the liquid courage in your cup, before Alastor could make a remark but you did notice how his smile seemed to stretch farther up his cheeks. You placed your now empty cup down on the coffee table which Nifty started to use as her bug collection cup (Gross..but whatever), you fixed your shirt as you strode over to Angel Dust who was currently standing in one place, phone still in his hand. Husker smirked and chuckled, “You got company, Angel.” He called out, causing said spider to look up at him.
“What are ya’ talking about?” Angel asked confused before he yelped, watching as you lifted yourself up onto a stool before holding onto his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him in one swift motion. Angel swiftly wrapped his lower arms around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand moving to the back of his head as you started to place kisses on his cheek before moving across his face, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Well hello to you too Suga’~.” Angel purred out holding you closer to him. Causing you to let out a soft laugh continuing to litter small kisses across his face, “What did I do to get such amazing treatment?” He asked, ignoring how Charlie audibly ‘awwed’ at the scene and Alastor scoffed, his ears falling flat against his head. 
“Mm nothing~ Just wanted to show my favorite spider some lovin’.” You replied leaning back and hummed as Angel blushed, “Well I’m not complaining” he retorted out smiling softly at you.
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spencersssockss · 3 months
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Entomophobia
Summery: Spencer says I love you to you for the first time.
Warnings: not many besides the fact that there is lots of cute fluff, mention of spiders, and Beatles and I think that's all!
Word count: 700
A/n: this is super short but I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️
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Spencer rushed out the door quickly after hearing your blood-curdling scream. You stood on the chair book in your hand.
“Y/n, what's wrong?” he asked standing a couple feet away from you.
“It's a bug, it's really big!” you trembled. “It tried to climb up my leg,” you added tears threatening to spill.
“It's okay, let me get it for you,” he replied taking a step closer to see what kind of bug it was.
“Oh,” Spencer said as he stepped closer to the bug on the porch below you. “It's just an Eastern Hercules Beetle, it's harmless,” he said before picking it up making you shriek in horror.
“No, no, getaway, it's gross and scary,” you begged watching as Spencer walked it over to a tree in the front yard and put it on a branch.
“There, it's gone now,” Spencer chuckled. He knew he had weird phobias with germs and all but it was hilarious seeing you be so scared of a harmless little creature.
“It's not funny,” you pouted taking a step back when he offered a hug.
“No hug?” he asked eyes widening.
“Nope, not until you wash your hands,” you reply marching into the house with the book in your hand.
“Fine then,” Spencer mumbled before washing his hands in the kitchen and following you into the living room.
“Okay, you can hug me now,” you say smiling as he wraps his arms around you in a large hug. “You're my night in shining armor you know that?” you ask smiling once again.
“Just because I picked up a harmless Beatle that you accused of terrorizing you?” he asked smirking into your neck.
“Yup, I'm honestly more afraid of bugs than I am Hotch, and that's saying something,” you say giggling before Spencer pulls away from the hug.
“No way, I think hotch is much scarier,” Spencer replies before sitting down on the sofa, gesturing for you to join him.
You sat next to him and he pulled you on top of him allowing you to rest your head on his chest.
“To help you get over your fear of bugs we are going to watch a documentary about them!” he announced clicking on some insect video and pressing play.
“This is going to give me worse nightmares than any case I've ever worked on,” you groaned eyes widening as a tarantula appeared on the screen.
“On no, not a spider,” you groaned before the narrator started.
“The funnel web spider is incredibly venomous.” “This Australian spider has a venom that is packed with 40 different toxic proteins.” “Though a bite from one of these creatures is certainly capable of killing a human, no deaths have been reported from a funnel web spider in Australia since 1980.” the narrator spoke before the images of the bites from one appeared on the screen, making your stomach turn.
“No, no more, I would much rather have to deal with my fear of bugs than continue to see that gross monster on the tv,” you groaned standing up.
“To be fair, I'm pretty sure I put the wrong one on,” Spencer replied before standing up and following you to the bedroom.
“We should just cuddle,” you spoke before climbing into your bed and crawling under the sheets. Spencer crawled in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. The two of you sat in silence for a while before you felt something crawling up your legs.
Of course, right after the documentary, you tapped Spencer's shoulder only to find out he was sleeping.
The light crawling continued before Spencer jumped up out of bed and chuckled at the sight of you curled up in a ball too scared to see what might have been crawling on your leg.
“I got you!” “you should see the look on your face!” he laughed before sliding back into bed.
“Not funny,” you scolded eyebrows furrowing.
“It totally was,” he replied as you laid your head in the crook of his neck.
“Your adorable,” he spoke running his hands softly through your hair. “I love you, you know that?” he asked kissing your forehead.
“I love you too,” you purred.
“Even though I think the fact you are terrified of bugs is hilarious?” Spencer asked his hand resting on your lower back.
“Even though you think it's funny and it's not,” you replied pecking his lips gently.
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undeadcannibal · 8 months
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I LOVED your post about how the Los Vaqueros squad would react about getting rid of cockroaches and bugs.
I was wondering if you could do another one like that but with task force 141.
You don't have to do this feel free to ignore this request!
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Summary: How the 141 guys would react to having to get rid of cockroaches for you.
Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap
Warnings: Mentions of bug squishing, none!
A/N: Thank ya, Anon. I’m glad you enjoyed the post, hopefully you’ll enjoy this one as well! I have a lot of fun writing for the boys. :3 ( Gif credit: xxx )
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Gaz―
When I tell you this man fucking h a t e s insects of all types...
He can’t stand them at all but knows sometimes he has no choice but to power through being around the worst of the worst.
When you two got together and you mentioned being unable to stand cockroaches, he’s screaming internally
Does not want to be the designated bug squisher but also will power through solely for you
He’ll complain about having to get rid of the cockroach or whatever the entire time but does manage to get it done
Absolutely does not like to think about the squashed bug in the trash, don’t mention it to him please, he’ll be forced to take it out and put in a new trash bag, does not feel bad at all about doing so.
Also demands a hug and/or a kiss after for a job well done, praise this man for being so brave please
Price―
He's not all that bothered by insects really.
Even though he's taking care of the bug problem for you, will absolutely live it up like he's your knight in shining armor over something so small.
Can totally see him asking for a kiss as a 'thank you' for dealing with the nasty thing.
When it comes to spiders though? He's the one that's running into another room for safety. I personally headcanon that he can't stand them and always exaggerates the size of the smallest spiders due to his fear of them.
Don't ask him to clear out any cobwebs or places that could have tons of them, he'll refuse unless armed with canisters of spray.
Ghost―
He's practically the designated bug dispatcher of the squad anyway with how unbothered he is by them all. So, when you're together and freaking out, he's already coming over to take care of the problem.
Only thing I see him absolutely refusing to deal with is snakes for personal reasons he refuses to disclose.
Still, he couldn't care less about getting rid of pests for you. Actually enjoys it because it makes him feel all the more useful and worthy of you, in an odd way.
Only thing he doesn't like is that they make you scream because it instantly puts him into high-alert and he's running, ready for anything, only to see you practically climbing the walls to escape a tiny thing like a cockroach.
Absolutely is one of those people that can handle most insects without a care in the world, cockroaches included. But, also doesn't care that much about them in the long run, so also seems like the type to like, flick them off of him if he sees anything on him or you.
Soap―
Lowkey just as disgusted with them but much like Graves, absolutely refuses to let you think something as tiny as a cockroach or something similar has him grossed out.
Even though he'll complain about it the entire time, he's quick to help out.
Disposes of it without a second thought, doesn't care about the whole "they're only crime was being small" schtick, he's killing the bastards.
Prefers grabbing something else to squish the poor bugger because he can't stand the feeling of it squishing, even through the barrier of a paper towel or something else.
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mooncalf87 · 1 month
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Rosie & Alastor hcs <3 (platonic)
Gossip girlys. They drink tea while spilling the tea.
Burn book. They have a burn book. It is 90% Susan content
Rosie is the only one Alastor likes being called pet names from. He HATES it otherwise. She calls him things like "darling" "my dear (my deer)" "love" "sweetie/sweetheart" and he adores it
Cheek and forehead kisses. They are big on those, its a special way of them showing physical affection in a way that doesn't gross alastor out
Alastor will rant to Rosie about Lucifer for HOURS (rosie is having a hard time deciding whether or not alastor is in love or if he actually just hates the guy)
Cooking besties. Rosie is hellborn and alastor is a sinner, so they teach each other about the special foods of their respective cultures. Rosie loves learning about Alastors mamas Jambalaya.
They would kill for each other
Alastor knows that Hellborns arnt immortal like Sinners are, and he knows that Rosie is going to die someday. He dreads that day with every fiber of his being.
Sleepovers. They sit on Rosie's bed while doing eachothers hair and watching soap opreas.
Alastor owns thousands of souls, but Husk and Nifty are the ones that he talks to/summons the most, which has lead Rosie to getting to know them. They both call Rosie "Auntie Rosie" and she loves them like grandchildren even though husk is the same age as her
Rosie dislikes being alone and is also afraid of the dark, so Alastor made her a little nightlight made out of his magic. She always feels like she is with him due to this
They tell each other things that they wouldn't DARE tell another soul. They know each others deepest fears and biggest wishes. Rosie even knows about Alastors contract with (unknown person)
Snuggling. Rosie is a big cuddle bug and usually drags Alastor into cuddle sessions (he pretends to hate it (he doesnt))
They are book worms and can sit in each other's company for hours, in silence, happily reading. Its one of their favorite past times.
Rosie is the #1 fangirl of Alastors broadcast
Alastor is the model when Rosie is making new clothes (he has been in a dress so many times due to this)
Rosie got a phone once and Alastor found out. They didn't talk for a solid 5 months after that
They rarely argue but when they do. Hooo boy. You better run.
They love to dance together & listen to music
Rosie can spot Alastor out of a huge crowd because she has kinda trained herself to hear his radio static noise that he constantly has
Alastoe can't keep a plant alive for the life of him. Rosie has to help him keep his bedroom Bayou thing alive.
They NEVER step foot in the Vees district of Pentigram City, but they had to cross through it one time. Never again. Never.
Rosie loves the drama that Vox and Alastor are constantly broadcasting across all of PC
I do hc requests!!!
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thedisablednaturalist · 7 months
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If you are someone who hates bugs and kills them on sight (except for those that can actually cause considerable harm) please..just..take a second...think before you act. Does that bug need to die? Are you killing it just to feel better?
Yes, phobias are real. I have arachnophobia. And it's taken a long time for me to get to the point I'm at now where i can hold jumping spiders and be sort of near wolf spiders. I still struggle but to be in a field where you're outside a lot, you have to get comfortable with spiders sometimes crawling on you.
The first step is respect. You don't have to like or enjoy bugs. But you need to respect what their role is in the environment. To make it easier, think of animals you DO like and learn about their relationship with bugs. You really like birds? Well guess what a ton of birds eat. Even birds that don't directly eat bugs may eat things that do (ya know the whole food web thing). Bugs also may positively impact their environment through nutrient cycling, eating other, more destructive bugs, eating harmful molds, bacteria, or fungi, pollination, etc.
I used to be skeeved out by a lot of bugs, particularly bug larvae. Guess what I'm studying right now? Invertebrates are so interesting once you get past the initial discomfort.
Many of us believe invertebrates = gross/scary. This needs to stop. Invertebrates are going extinct so fast and because everyone hates them we don't have enough research to even know how many we are losing. Pesticides/herbicides have completely wiped out a significant portion of the invertebrate population, and that's along with other things like pollution, ocean acidification, invasive species, etc.
We are losing spiders. We are losing centipedes. We are losing tiny flies. We are losing worms and beetles and bees and wasps. We are losing butterflies and fireflies. Some invertebrate species only exist in one small pond or cave. Some have never actually been seen and some have only been seen once. And its affecting all of us. Fish are disappearing from streams because there's nothing to eat. Amphibians are disappearing because there's nothing to eat (and bc of chytrid fungus). Bats are disappearing because there's nothing to eat (and bc of white nose syndrome). Pangolins, axolotls, red pandas, armadillos, woodpeckers, monkeys, salamanders, these all have diets that are either partially or only fulfilled by bugs.
I go outside in the summer, and don't even have to use bug spray anymore. I remember getting chased by swarms of nats and mosquitos. Nights glittering with hundreds of fireflies. Now I only worry about mosquitos in the spring by the water. Even then I have maybe 5 bites at most, when before I used to be covered in bites from being outside. Before I was born, windshields used to be COVERED in bugs when you went down the highway.
Please, you don't have to like them, but please make an effort to change your initial reaction. They are earthlings just like us. They don't deserve to die because they aren't cute. We need more funding and research. They are getting wiped out and people think that's a fucking good thing. Stop using bug zappers. Try using bug repellent that doesn't have DEET in it (only use it if absolutely necessary), take the bug out in a cup and piece of paper, use methods other than pesticides to get pests out of your garden. Yes sometimes you need to kill a tick or get the termites or ants out of your house. Sometimes a venomous spider gets in your house and it's not safe to handle them. Sometimes they are killing your plants and you need to get rid of them. But a harmless millipede who's one defense is to literally curl into a little spiral and is completely harmless? Does it really have to die?
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beastofburdenxo · 8 days
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Consider It Done
Tommy kidnaps his biggest enemy's daughter as payback. But, things aren't always what they seem.
Allusions of violence, mention of abuse, no smut.
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You woke up in what looked like a dreary basement. Your throat was dry, and your head felt funny. All you remember is just walking down the street and having a wet rag being shoved over your face from behind. Assuming that it was chloroform, because you were knocked out immediately after that.
You hear a door being opened and someone walking down the stairs. For some reason, you dash into a dark corner, thinking that it was going to save you. An oil lamp is turned on, illuminating the space and the man before you. "There you are love, glad to see you up and alert." A cigarette is lit. "Would you like a smoke?" You ignore the question altogether and respond with one of your own. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"My name is Thomas shelby Love, but you can call me Tommy. I hate meeting like this. It's nothing personal, really, just business. Your father owes me money and isn't taking me seriously, so I did what I had to do."
Your eyes bug out at this information. Of course, your asshole father has made another enemy. And the feared Tommy shelby, the devil of small heath, at that. "And you think taking me will loosen him up? He'd rather die than give up anything of his. To him, people are replaceable, money not so much. I'm sorry that you put in so much work to get me, but honestly, he's probably glad I'm out of his hair."
"Is that right? What a shame that is." Tommy draws off his cigarette. "Such a pretty thing, kidnapped and taken to the devil's mansion, thrown in a basement never to be seen again. Surely he loves you more than that, dear."
"The man killed all of my pets when I refused to marry one of his gross friends. He has burned my clothes before, locked me out of the house. Trust me, Tommy, he doesn't care. He has never liked me and I don't know why."
"You are like a wild horse that can't be broken, and your father can't stand it. You won't bend to his will like most and from where I'm standing, it's like you are his enemy and not his daughter. I'd take it as a compliment. If he liked you, that would mean that you two are similar. I have no desire to harm you, I'll behave if you do. Give it a couple of days, and if he doesn't budge, you are free to go. I'll even give you money for a ticket anywhere you want to go."
You think for a moment. "So you don't want to hurt me? You'd rather help me out?"
Tommy nods, "I see a lot of myself in you. In fact, you promise to be good, I'll let you out of here and into the house. Take it as a mini vacation, time to think. If your father does pay up, you'll still get that ticket out if you'd like. Regardless of what he does or doesn't do, it won't affect you."
You reach for a cigarette, and Tommy obliges. "I can't just leave my mom alone with his ass. He's mean to her too, Tommy. He needs to pay for his sins sooner rather than later."
Tommy chuckles, "You'd make one hell of a peaky blinder. Fiesty and headstrong. Are you looking for a new job, perhaps?"
"Tommy, I'm serious," you reply, "I'd say my mom would give anything for him to be gone. If you took care if it, you'd get your money and then some. It would have to be discreet of course."
"Kidnap victim asking her kidnapper to put a hit out on her own father? That's a new one for me, love. It does sound tempting, I will say. Never had much use for an abusive wife beater."
You stand up with a new sense of purpose. "Either you do it, or when I get out, l will do it myself!"
Tommy comes towards you like he's going to grab you, but he stops himself from touching you. "No, I can't have that. There's no need for an innocent to have blood on her hands. If you aren't successful, he will kill you, love. He won't think twice about it."
Tommy finally reaches out and gently stokes your face, "I don't want the fire to go out of your pretty eyes. Killing a man does that to a person, and you don't deserve that. If you want it done, consider it done. Consider yourself a partner in this and not a helpless victim. My only wish is that once this is all over, I can see you again. With permission, this time, of course. Let me do things the right way. Dinner?"
"Kidnapper asking his victim to dinner once she is released? That's a new one for me Tommy."
You take the cigarette from his mouth, since yours is long gone, and take a drag as if to think about it.
"Consider it done."
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