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I was looking at the post where you shared what the Barbers house looks like and I had a thought. What if Andy was left in charge of the kids and one of the kids messed up her precious kitchen with a sharpie or her reading area? Who is in trouble the kids Andy or both?
Oh, everyone would be in trouble. But depending on how much time had elapsed between when the incident initially occurred and you arriving home, Andy would probably get the brunt of it.
Because he should've been paying better attention after he put the twins, AJ and Rory, down for a nap. And why the hell didn't he realize that he'd left a new pack of sharpies laying out on the coffee table?
On the coffee table!
They were left in perfect reach of two sets of tiny, meddling hands. Those hands just so happened to belong to two tiny humans who decided that their Mama needed some pretty pictures to look at while she's busy cooking in the kitchen.
Had Andy thought to bring the twins video monitor into his study with him during their naptime, he would've known the moment those two woke up. He would've watched his babies plot and plan in a language only they seem to understand.
And he would've seen, and then been subsequently impressed, by their little jailbreak.
Andrew Stephen Barber would've had time to drop his work and meet the adventurous twosome at the top of the stairs, where he could've escorted them down and gotten them a snack.
Instead, he was treated to the sounds of your panic screams. Followed by the sounds of two toddlers crying. And now he has to deal with you dragging him back into the sanctity of his study to give him an earful about how he had better hope that marker comes off with soap and water.
Otherwise he's gonna have to move out, or find you a brand new house with an even better dream kitchen.
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Reader making a deal with demon!König or Price in exchange in becoming their bride to which reader enthusiastically accepts just leaving demon!König/Price bewildered
Hello hello my brave reader! Sorry this took a couple days, I wanted to make sure it was good! Also I made it a bonus and gave you a two for one deal! Two fics in one ask!
I decided to do both boys because I could see them both doing this and Im going to put them under the cut!
Also here’s the source I used to come up with ideas for them as demons, I love this idea so much!
Masterlist pinned as always!
Price:
The young lady sobbed, tightly holding onto her robe while etching a mysterious symbol on the floor with a small dagger. She stumbled upon it in a scholarly book about Demons, which she had acquired from a wandering trader through less-than-legal means. Keeping it hidden from the church, she diligently gathered the required items for this peculiar ritual.
Chanting in what sounded like Latin, although she couldn't quite identify it, she lit candles strategically placed around the symbol. Stepping back hastily, she knelt, bowing her head in tearful anticipation.
Out of the floor, a ball of black flames emerged, as dark as the night sky with white peaks resembling stars. The room was bathed in its eerie glow.
A commanding voice resonated, causing her to flinch and weakly tighten her grip on the robe. "Who dares summon a Prince of Hell?" The booming words filled the air.
“I do, your Majesty, it was me,” she said quietly.
The fire, though intense, didn't scorch anything as it reached out, gently lifting her head. Despite its heat, it left no trace or marks on her skin, creating a paradoxical mix of fear and fascination.
The fire boomed out a question of why in her face, making her let out a weak whimper.
“It’s the man I am to marry! The church arranged this marriage, he is a terrible man, your majesty, he has beaten me and robbed me of my dignity!” The fire got hotter, seemingly angry, “he is terrible to me, I have prayed and prayed but God has not come to save me! There have been no miracles, your majesty. I,” she began to stutter out as the tears continued to roll down her face, “I have become scared of what he will do to me. I will do anything to be free of him, anything for a miracle, even if it be unholy!”
The fire was silent.
“He attempted to defile me, forcefully,” she cried, reaching out to hold the fire lifting her chin to face it as she begged. “I will marry anyone, I will do anything to not marry him. Any man is better than him!”
The fire thundered, dissolving to show a tall, ethereal man who delicately lifted her chin. His beauty was striking, his pale skin almost angelic, belying his demonic nature. Horns emerged from his sleek hair, curving back like bone with sharp points. Draped in a fur waistcloth, his abs, covered in a thin, soft layer of skin, captivated her senses, igniting an unexpected desire.
"Anything?" he inquired, scrutinizing the girl in her silk nightgown and cotton robe. She tenderly wrapped her hand around his forearm. She would have licked sweat off his abs if he asked.
"Anything," she breathed, captivated by the enigmatic figure.
"Then you shall marry me instead, lamb." His grip on her chin made her nervous, and she timidly withdrew. His sharp eyes tracked her every movement as she placed her hand in his.
"I'll do it," she mumbled.
"Speak louder to your prince."
"Yes," she affirmed, her voice gaining strength. "I'll do it."
Konig:
Summoning the half incubus, half demon of envy Prince of Hell was far from the plans she had today.
It was a dare. She was dared to make a deal for overwhelming and eternal beauty. She was going to back out before she made it, she swore to herself. She didn’t need beauty, she was more than content with herself.
She cussed as she drew the shape into the floor with the crayola washable marker. It was her room. She wasn’t going to put it in a sharpie or carve it with a knife.
She placed and lit the candles as she mumbled the chant in what seemed like German. Her friend had read of this demon from a German folk story and of course they dared the friend who was single to summon him. Her friends outside the door giggling.
When the red flames with green tips erupted from her floor she opened her mouth to scream. But a large hand reached from behind her to cover her mouth. The flames dissolving as her eyes almost bulged from her head. He moved
“Why did you summon me, maus.” He commanded. She looked towards the door, he got real close to her ear and whispered, “they cannot hear me. They did not summon me.”
She could hear the smirk in his voice.
He removed his large hand from her face and she was finally able to get a good look at him. A large burly man, probably 8 feet tall easily, in heavy armor and fur. The metal black and fur a bright red.
“I wish for beauty,” she said softly.
“I am not a genie, Maus.” He snarked with a chuckle. “But I will make you a deal. If you tell me what you truly want.”
He stepped forward to her, kneeling so her leg went between his, his mask close to her face.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she said softly. “I want a mature and sweet man to love me and be with me, like I see all my friends with.”
She could feel his crotch hovering over her leg, good god it seemed heavy. She now understood how he was half incubus.
“Then you shall have it, if you give me what I want from you in return.” He spoke darkly, as if he was licking his lips under the hood and eyeing her over.
“Well what is it you want?” She asked shyly.
“You will wed me in exchange.”
…
“Ok.”
“Huh?”
“I said ok.” She shook his hand.
Masterlist is pinned on my account as always, let me know in the comments if you want other boys done for this prompt or a part 2! (I say comments so I can easily pin askers if they dont submit it too the box)
I love you to my brave readers to submit asks and all the ones who interact! I love having interactions with you all! Hope you enjoy!
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Hello lovely! I'm back with another request 😰 I was just wondering if you could do the handsome bros with an s/o with tattoos? Thank you! And as always I hope you have a great rest of your night/day🫶
ooooo yes of course!!! I loved doing this w quackity so doing this w them is gonna be fun :) ; and have a good day/night to you too 🫶
HANDSOME BROS ; tattoos for days
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu
warnings ; language, talk about needles
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TOMMYINNIT
bro the sleeves you got? holy shiet he's so swooned
always complimenting your tats & trying to get you to show them off
if you have any neck or back tattoos... good lord it's over, he can't not stare at them 24/7/365
he also likes coloring the hollow/non colored ones in with washable markers
you're a walking coloring book for him, he's gotta be moving all the time there is no break, even if he's chilled out
always taking sneaky pics of your tats up close LMAO
you take him to one (1) appt for a new tattoo and he's literally cringing in fear for you
like fuck you mean that's what you gotta deal with for the next six hours?? that needle is huge wth
he'll gladly help you with caring for it after though, but not without complaining about it all feeling weird on his fingers
"you better never suggest matching tattoos, there's no way I'm ever doing that"
TUBBO
sending you tattoo inspo from pinterest if you're talking about getting another one 💀
"ohmygodwhatthefuckisthat??"
"the tattoo gun?"
likes smelling all the different lotions and numbing cream and trying to name them or identify the scents 💀
thinks that tats around the wrists/thighs are super cool, esp if it's supposed to look like you're sewn together or dripping ink from them yk?
if you have any quotes or names, he's always asking about them because he can't remember and you don't mind when he asks at all
loves staring at your ink and just zoning out, he's like a proud father cause like you're expressing yourself how you want and shit
likes taking a sharpie and drawing around your fingers, mostly like little squiggles and vines
"you should get a tattoo for sunny, like some sunglasses or something"
"done"
"huh?"
cue you pointing to a pair of vine/meme sunglasses on your forearm
"how long have you had that???"
RANBOO
again, you're a walking coloring book to them
definitely colors the same tattoos a million times and has a washcloth nearby for erasing lmao
also loves showing your tattoos off online and stuff
need a hand to squeeze when you're getting another? he's there, squeeze as hard as you need too lmao
relatively calm about the needles but are they getting one? hell no
theyre absolutely obsessed with any tats on your arms or neck, always zoning out looking at them lol
he tends to send you those tik tok reddit stories, mostly the tattoo fails ones 💀
"Jesus fucking christ how can you make a blowout that bad?"
"the tattoo wasn't even good in the first place either. cut it all off, start over"
they also like to hear you rant about tattoo stuff and recommendations, soft spots etc, not that they're getting any tattoos soon, they just like to learn shit
FREDDIE BADLINU
absolutely loves showing them off online because he's so proud, like this is such a fucking cool way to express yourself??? he's jealous bc no way he's getting a tattoo anytime soon
he's normal about the needles as long as it's not near him
he likes coming along w you when you get new tats because the place you go to has a little art station and you know the person who owns it and is totally fine with him using their art stuff
so while you're getting some fresh ink, Freddie's drawing with professional level utensils and having fun lmao
also the type to color your tattoos in when he's bored. he seems like he has the random urge to color but doesn't own coloring books because he'd never use them
also makes a playlist that reminds him of all your tattoos, one for each specific one and another for the fact you have tattoos and look badass
always showing you tattoos from pinterest like "omg that's so cool" and "dude color is insane"
also uses a sharpie to draw on your fingers when he's bored or a little anxious
and there's so many pictures of you/you together where you can see the sharpie as well 💔🫶
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First: I'm sorry, I know you just stated an event and I've been sending a bunch of requests, so PLEASE take your time and put off anything you need to! Never feel obligated to fulfill a request if you've got other stuff going on, I promise I'm understanding of the fact that we all have lives and other things going on in them.
Second: Apologizing a second time, because I decided to send this one in (I had it saved in my drafts and was going to scrap it) because I got really sad and needed some comedy.
Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kokonoi, and Draken with an S/O who playfully runs away from them when they're about the be questioned regarding pranks being pulled on them (I.E. hiding Draken's tools in unusual places, putting sticky notes on their clothes with funny messages that make others giggle, drawing cat whiskers on Chifuyu with washable markers but while he sleeps) S/O be like: "Wha? WHO DID THAT? Uh-uh, not me, NO sir! Innocent till proven guilty," and if they chase S/O: "AAAAAH IT WASN'T MEEEE!"
A/N: sorry for the late answer, life hit and holy fuck it is unnecessarily stressful sometimes huh?
Kazutora:
What you did: Left a funny note on the back of his shirt
okay kazutora wants a good start back in life, and when people start laughing at him it makes him a little suspicious again
he has no clue what he is wearing half the time, muchless cares to looks for a message
…why do i feel like he might get a little mad?
in private, ofc
he would rant about it to you for a good while and it is hard to keep your composure
“…you wrote it on my back?”
… he chases you for hours, beware.
Mikey:
What you did: Didn’t give him a flag on his food
you’re his flag person, how could you forget a flag for him?!
throws a damn tantrum and calls up draken so that he will come to bring the flag for him
”you don’t have my flag? …why.?”
he gets so sad oml
“I just forgot it, that’s all. It’s in my bag at home…”
he glares at you for a good day or so (or more)
Chifuyu:
What you did: Drew a cat in sharpie on his chest
chifuyu shows his chest at meetings. okay that sounds weird. he goes on rants and for some reason breaks out his chest and wabam, there is a huge cat face he didn’t know about on full display
mikey has to stiffle a laugh since this is an official meeting, but chifuyu flat out leaves
”did you seriously draw on my chest last night?”
”me? noooo, I would never. Hey i gotta go walk peke j outside to go swimming, i gotta go-“
poor baby
Baji:
What you did: Hid his favorite hairbrush
this man is a DIVA and will FIGHT for his hairbrush
anyways, hr gets so pissed and reminds me of inosuke randomly yelling
”WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIRBRUSH”
… you’re the only one in the house. obviously it was you. duh.
he questions you day in and out trying to solve the ‘mystery’, but when it shows up mysteriously the next day, he tackles you again for questioning
no literally, tackles you onto the bed and asks you sm 💀
Koko:
What you did: stored a wad of cash for tonight’s dinner/shopping elsewhere
he doesn’t really care until you throw a fake fit saying how much you had been looking forward to paying in cash for your stuff
then he perked up, but got nervous instead
he often misplaces things, but never his money. thought it wad a robbery and checked the cameras, only to find you snooping around
he is fine w it though, he even plays along and acts dumb
”you know i saw you on the cameras, right?”
”me? no. that was my.. sister, koko. we looks identical heh.”
Draken:
What you did: ‘Accidentally’ misplaced a few of his tools
you can not be playing games the man is on a TIME CRUNCH
he flips the whole shop upside down before you rush in to stop with panic
”baby it was just a prank! they’re over there.” you usher him to a corner where everything was neatly places, and a huge sigh escapes his lips
not only was everything there instead of robbed, it was all still organized neatly enough to his liking
he has a different approach and pecks your lips with a small ‘thanks’ before going back to work
a total mystery 💁♀️
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Sharpie is washable right?
Pfff!!! The Moon bullying saga continues 😂 Knowing him, he'd still wear that hat lol. Thank you for showing me the finished results, it made me laugh! 🤣
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Batman Prompt 8 - New Dad / 2.3 - Young Bruce
Bruce adopted Dick when he was young, if he were his actual kid Bruce would have been a child or a young teen when Dick was born.
*Dick can either be adopted or Bruce's ward, but I feel like adopted would fit better.
Bruce was in his early 20's (20-24) when he got 9-year-old Richard 'Dick' Grayson.
I have always imagined that Bruce impulsively decided to adopt Dick without consulting anyone. He saw his parents die and got hit with that good ol PTSD, and how that probably affected Dick in a similar way it did him. Also, the fact that the kid got sent to juvie instead of an orphanage because of "it being too full," and him getting beaten there.
Bruce doesn't regret adopting Dick, but he wished that he would have thought about it more before making that decision. Don't get me wrong the outcome would have been the same either way. He doesn't have anything prepared for his arrival at the manor. Alfred is "magical" and always cleans the whole Manor, so a clean room won't be a problem, and there are clothes from Bruce's childhood that he can wear.
So what is the problem?
The problem is that Bruce did not tell Alfred; he is the type of man who would like to be prepared for things. Bruce is the same way, so I don't know why he wouldn't tell Alfred! But just like Bruce, Alfred is one to come up with things on the spot.
Bruce is having a hard time getting Dick to be comfortable with him. He seems a bit better with Alfred though, which does NOT hurt Bruce's feelings. Alfred suggests showing that he is vulnerable too, not just to tell, but to SHOW that he trusts and loves him.
*He connects with Dick about both their parents dying, but I feel like they need something other than that for them to become family.
Bruce lets a curious Dick to draw on his scars.
I can imagine it so well. Bruce lets Dick pick from an assortment of markers, hoping that he will choose the washable ones, but he does not, he goes straight for the permit Sharpies because he knew for sure that those were the permanent ones.
Tiny, small Dick thought it was kind of weird for Bruce to suggest this, but once he started he got into it; he was moving all around to get to different spots. Dick does not draw on his face even though he really wanted to.
By the end, Alfred had taken many pictures and it was past time for bed; Dick was very tired from making his "Great Masterpiece," so Bruce went to put him to bed.
This was the day that started "Dick Grayson has the best/warmest hugs!"
Bruce was the first one to experience it, and he definitely holds it over the rest of the Batfamily's heads. (He is very happy he was the first)
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“I drew a smiley face on your belly with one of Cassie’s washable markers.”
Piper frowned before pulling up her shirt to the slight bump that had started to form there. It wasn't huge but it was certainly not her normal toned self. She knew it but in her head, she couldn't help the thought that she should do some crunches.
But sure enough, there was an upside-down smiley face. Thats what she got for taking a nap but she was entering that tired stage. She snorted. "But...why?" She knew he liked sleeping on it and wouldn't the smiley face get in the way?
Bringing he finger to her mouth she got it wet before trying to rub at one of the eyes. "Babe...I think it might have been sharpy? Its not coming off."
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I work at a day camp, so here’s a list of things that have happened at my camp that I think the boys would do: (aka the behavior report Wade gets at the end of the day)
Silver:
Let another camper color all over his neck and leg with marker (thankfully crayola washable, not sharpie) during craft
Set his lunch down in a picnic shelter with the rest of the campers while we did an activity on a field trip to a local park, only for a raccoon to dart out of the woods and steal it.
Fell in the pond during fishing
Shadow:
Got annoyed at two other campers trying to tell him what to do on a hike, so he turned and walked off the side of the path into the woods
Declared that he wanted to go home and flopped face down in the middle of a field of grass on a 90 degree day. It took 5 minutes to go convince him to flop in the shade instead so he didn’t overheat.
Eclipse:
Two other campers were in a verbal argument, and he suggested that they should settle the argument with a fight. By the time a counselor stepped in to stop the fight, it was basically a full out WWE brawl.
Kept asking if he could eat the hot dog we were using as bait at fishing
Caught a duck by accident at fishing with his fishing pole
LOL
Wade would be staring at this report, not sure what to address first. Probably the brawl Eclipse started
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*sneaks into your inbox and drops a drabble promp idea?*
"Is that what you think?"
*runs away*
A - Ah????
i unburied my teeny tiny to-go keyboard for this
Moon Centric // Wordcount: 1,784
“This is a new low, even for you.”
You wish you could say you were surprised - that Moon’s antics were predictable enough by now to warrant genuine disappointment when he did anything outside of his usual box of tricks - but the truth of the matter is that he’s always finding new ways to torment you, and tonight isn’t an exception.
It’s childish, you think. The kinds of games he plays just to get a little more on your nerves, a little deeper under your skin. He’s resorted to ‘harmless’ pranks as of late and while you might prefer those over anything actually dangerous he had attempted prior to this point, it didn’t mean they weren’t frustrating. Last week it was a chair against the storage closet doorknob; you had to radio a coworker to come let you out. Yesterday he replaced all of your tools with the Fisher-Price version, and you’re still at a loss for where he stashed the ones Sun wasn’t able to locate (that screwdriver was expensive, you’re really going to miss it.)
Tonight, it was doodles in marker on your face. Permanent marker, to be exact. And it wasn’t. Coming. Off. “I’m going to miss the bus home because of this,” you turn the faucet to scald and reach in for another pump of hand soap, “if you have a good reason for this I’d love to hear it."
His silence speaks volumes - at least, you want it to. You want him to have an explanation for why you’re fifteen minutes into scrubbing away a crudely drawn mustache from your upper lip. You want him to look in any way remorseful over the fact that your face is poison-ivy red in mismatched blotches from the number of sharpie stars and smiley faces you had already painstakingly washed away. But he’s quiet, and that only proves to work you up more. Maybe that was his goal all along, now that you think about it.
“Are you even listening to me?” The bathroom door is propped open by a wet-floor sign. You face it with a snap, water dribbling down your jaw and reaching the collar of your uniform shirt where it would sit uncomfortably for the rest of your shift. He stands - no, lounges - on the other side of the door, just outside of the bathroom light’s reach, seemingly bent on ignoring you.
Infuriating, that’s what it is. You could handle the teasing, the immature pokes at your outfit or personality or taste in anything. You could take his persistence in driving you out of a job. But this? Even the scarier moments - the times you second-guessed if this career choice was worth your life - were starting to look more pleasant than what he had resorted to now. “I don’t even know where you got your hands on this. I know the Daycare only stocks washable markers. You really put in the extra effort just to ruin my night a little more, huh?”
No response. You turn back to the mirror and cup your hands under the faucet, cringing at the way your fingertips have begun to prune. You shoot him one last glare before dunking your face into water, bending at the waist to minimize splashing. Your wet reflection returns successfully clean of mustache.
Feeling brave with your anger you turn back to the door again, vindication running through your veins, “You’re a lot like a dog, you know. A puppy - wreaking havoc out of boredom.” His neck snaps sideways to face you. “Oh, do I have your attention now? Do you hate the comparison that much?” You swear you see his fingers twitch, “You mess with shit without any understanding of consequence. You run amuck causing problems for other people to clean up and then turn around and pretend it was all just fun and games. Is that not true?”
“Could play rougher,” his voicebox crackles in what is most definitely a threat, “if you’re tired of games.”
“I’m tired of this,” you point to the remnants of smudged color, “I’m tired of middle-school pranks, I’m tired of you hiding my things, stealing my keys - using my face as a fucking drawing board!”
“Shouldn’t fall asleep on the job,” he hums, evidently already over the puppy comment.
You don’t hide your scoff, “That’s rich, coming from you. I take a little cat nap for ten minutes after weeks of you attempting to put me down yourself, and what do I get for it? Regret, that’s what. Well, it won’t happen again, I’ll tell you that!”
He looks at you. Not directly, but by your reflection in the mirror. Then his arms uncross from over his chest, his back straightens, and he pulls himself away from the door and out of sight. You think maybe he’s just going to leave (a possibility you're not sorry about feeling hopeful for) but a soft thunk against the wall tells you he’s simply moved to stand where you can’t stare him down. Not without leaving the safety of the bathroom light, anyway.
“I just don’t get it,” you give up on getting a response out of him and instead return to the counters so you can keep working at the last smears of marker, “I try to be reasonable, I try to see the good in you, and I’m constantly offering you chances to prove that you’re as forgivable as Sun insists, but you make it really damn hard.” You reach for the paper towel dispenser and impatiently draw more than a handful of them. “Maybe it would be different if I could tell you were trying. If I could see you doing your best to get better. But you’re not. You caught this virus like a nasty cold and you’re using it as an excuse to bully people.”
You wish there was any real anger behind your words. There was frustration, sure. Exhaustion, definitely. But your venom falls flat, sounding instead like a disappointed parent. Like you're nagging him, like you were seconds away from being the one to threaten time-out, and you expect him to scoff. To shrug at you. Maybe even laugh.
The silence that meets you is so, so much worse. It carries on for as long as it takes you to pat the water from your face. Long enough that you begin to think he did, in fact, just leave without saying anything. It wouldn’t have been surprising. But it was terribly awkward, like this, and you suddenly feel the need to clear the air -- he beats you to it.
“Is that what you think?”
You can’t see his face. You want to - in fact, you’ve never before been so desperate to - but his back is against the wall opposite to you, out of sight, and there’s nothing to go off of excluding a slight clip to his tone that might indicate what he’s feeling.
“Well…yea,” you admit, albeit with a somewhat more patient tone, now, “from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like you want to get better.”
Silence, again. He drags it out for longer this time. With nothing left to scrub away you’re lost for what to do while he mulls over your biting words and comes up with his own, something he’s never had an issue doing before. You walk yourself over to the wall, opposite to where you assume he’s standing on the other side, lean your back against it, and wait.
And wait. And wait some more.
“Moon?”
“It’s not true,” his voice is so very quiet when he finally returns to the conversation, “it’s not exactly within my control.”
“Have you tried?”
Only a brief pause this time, “No, I’ve just been letting it ruin my life for the fun of it. Have you tried having an intelligent thought?”
You deserve that. It still makes your nose wrinkle, makes you want to retort with something just as quick, “I’m…sorry,” you say instead, “I’m really trying to give you the benefit of the doubt here, but you’re giving me nothing to work with. How am I supposed to believe you’re really trying?”
“If I weren’t, you would be dead.”
The sassy remark you had prepared instead dies on your tongue. Now it's your turn to go quiet. What was there to say? How could you possibly answer that?
Especially with it being true.
It was just silly games, you had to remind yourself. It was pranks. Childish jokes. The day you met Moon, he’d cornered you just shy of your first ten minutes on the job and made quick work of destroying your flashlight like it had been a toy. You knew first and foremost what he was capable of. Were you taking these lighter antics for granted? As annoying as they were, you and him could at least agree on one thing; they were harmless in the grand scheme of things.
“This is stupid,” he mumbles. You hear a scuffling, the sound of heavy feet walking away. This time, you don’t want him to go.
You reach the door in a flash, hands tight on the doorframe, poking your head out, “Wait, Moon,” your voice strains to sound anything but guilty, “it’s not stupid. I--” you watch him pause, listening, his back to you, “I didn’t mean to imply--” you had, “this isn’t what I meant--” but you did, “I--”
“You?” He turns only halfway to look at you.
This felt awful in every possible way. There was no easy way to dance around the subject now that you had made such a big deal about it. “I’ll just tell you to lay off next time I’m not up for a game,” is what you end up saying, “I can’t expect you to act mature and then not give you a chance to prove you can be.”
If he’s satisfied with that answer, he doesn’t say anything. But he does nod, and some of the tension in his shoulders subtly relaxes.
“And for the record, I don’t hate it all the time,” you offer, “the games, I mean. You’re fun to hang out with when I’m not left scrubbing marker off my face,” then, with your voice dripping in sarcasm, “you aren’t always awful to be around, you know.”
This time he turns fully, and returns your remark with a smirk tenfold, “I can be,” he says, “or..we can steal a raceway car next time. Be awful together. No more marker.”
You let yourself breathe, content knowing you hadn't worsened whatever semblance of a relationship you had managed to build with him over the last few weeks. "That sounds way funner than this," you say, finally feeling like you're able to smile, "you've got yourself a deal."
#if you like what you read here you should check out my fanfiction called It's Curta- *gunshot*#ty for the prompt it was really fun writing this out#the quote you tossed me had me going crazy thinking about all the possibilities before i settled on this one#sorry if there's any errors i wrote this on my phone at 3am
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*. touché.*
*…puts the sharpie away and grabs a washable marker*
(Come near him and I will delete your message, I swear I am sick of you anons messing with him at his lowest.
Do any of you ever learn?)
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Ok but I'm genuinely wanting to do a beetlejuice cosplay, can you help me by showing me where you sorta started? Like where you got it suit
Okay
So 99% of the suit is thrifted
Funny story the tie is from the spirit halloween beetlejuice suit, which I personally don't recommend, the fabric is thin and uncomfortable, I want to replace the tie, but it is what it is
Anyways
The jacket was bought in the men's suit section at a second hand store, the pants were bought the same day to match the blacks as much as I can, although, they are not dress pants, they are plan black gym pants found in the women's side, they have alot of give and stretch to them, but aren't skin tight
The under shirt is also thrifted
My biggest flex is that this whole suit is machine washable
The stripes and mold were painted with acrylic pant mixed with fabric medium
Example
Can be found at any craft store, and fairly cheap,
Painters tape is gonna be your best friend during this
Also the drying time is going to drive you nuts
The under shirt was a mix of painters tape stripes and free hand, I herd people use sharpie for it, I used paint, I also removed all the buttons on the shirt since they were white, and replaced them with black ones
The suspenders were bought at glow parties, I want to replace them, but it's not priority
The wig is almost done
This is where I started, bought via Amazon
There's alot of moving hair for volume, hot glue and hair spray, I've also been using sharpies to add some darkness to the roots
I hope this helps
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taking the plunge and trying to print an SD sized bjd!!
face printed fine, head cap had failure. i reached out to the maker of the STL and they said to put it on a raft. attempt #2 is commencing, put it on a raft and supported the absolute shite out of it.
also printing some test eyes in 20-22 mm to see what size will fit best in the head, but also to have different sizes of eye blanks available on hand for easy quick sizing. if i’m a smart artist (smartist) i will remember to write the sizes on the back of the eyes w sharpie before i forget what size they are.
if everything goes ahead as planned, i will be ready to move forward into the next phase which is….ugh. sanding.
i’ve got some KN95s and safety glasses and sandpaper……in my storage unit, half an hour away. would it be worth it to have to dig through ALL of my crafting stuff to find those, probably in different boxes, or should i just buy them again?
if sanding the test head works well, i’ll have to see how sanding pigmented resin will go. frequently when you sand resin, the sanded part becomes lighter. SLA water washable resin is a complete unknown, especially once i’ve adulterated it with alcohol inks.
so i’ll have to make some test pieces in my target color.
i’m printing some cool octopus eyes with the head cap, so i want to try them with the head and see how they fit, because i have one mode and that mode is Faerie.
so i’m thinking maybe a pale blue or a deep purple for the resin. excited to try coloring and casting my own eyes for the first time too~
one of the eye demos has realistic carved irises, i’d like to see if i can’t use the alcohol inks and casting resin to create realistic striae in the irises, to give them that 3 dimensional pop. i also have some mica shimmer pigments, i’d love to see if i can’t make the octopus eyes a shimmery orange.
#3D printer go brrttt#3D printer my beloved#Elegoo#Elegoo Saturn II 🪐#cosmicstarshine creative diary#3D printing#ball jointed dolls#bjds#me getting bold
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Yeah Chrona I can imagine your tattoos being fun & relaxing to color in with sharpie :)
"I would never... color in my tattoos, that's a mess, and sharpie no less?"
"I begrudgingly let Caeulu color them in with washable markers though, when they were a child. Some things you simply can't say no to."
#asks#fantrollology#Chrona Aquila#anything to make the light of his life happy u see.#or more like. lou begged and begged until he gave in NHVGFDBGDGD
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Dusted off my OPM/MHA crossover (AKA "UA AU")... in a world where Garou is emotionally well-adjusted, and also attends UA.
Being quirkless, he starts off being placed in the Support Program. Which is not a good fit, because (as we all know) Garou only has one talent when it comes to precision machinery--he can break it in interesting and unimaginable ways.
At that moment, Bang noticed Garou’s hair hanging limply down over his forehead. He began to brush the boy’s hair away from his eyes.
Garou slapped his hand away.
“Yare, yare…You think I don’t recognize the smell of singed hair by now?” Bang tutted. “Especially yours.”
“Alright, alright!” Garou shook his head vigorously, restoring his hair to its usual prickly position. “I burned off my fucking eyebrows. Are you happy?”
Bang studied Garou’s face. “Hmm... I suppose they’ll grow back…”
“Goddamit—”
Garou sprung from his seat and stormed back towards the house, Bang trailing calmly at his heels.
“Just leave me alone, alright? I’ve had a real shitty day.”
And with that, Garou shoved his backpack and wadded-up jacket into the closet and then slamming it shut. Bang casually re-opened the closet, meticulously smoothing out each item and then hanging them with care as he spoke.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Hm.”
Bang spotted some traces of ash on Garou’s jacket and gently rubbed at the dust with his thumb.
“Well, whatever happened, I’m grateful to see you escaped largely unscathed. Must have been quite the fire. Let’s just be grateful you can’t grow a beard—”
“Seriously?!?” Garou spun around to find Bang was once again beside him. "That's all you have to say to me?"
“Now, now. You must be doing something right.” He placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. A long, floor-length mirror hung from the way in the hallway, and he smiled kindly at Garou’s reflection. Garou’s reflection began to smile back.
“Turns out Fist of Flowing Water Crushing Rock works on fires,” Garou said, breezily removing a pen from his shirt pocket.
“I never would have guessed, but I suppose that makes sense.”
“Yeah, it probably displaces the air and shit… you have to get pretty close, though. I managed to avoid most of the flames, except for, well…”
Garou tapped the pen against his temples, and then uncapped it. Bang snatched the marker away.
“Don’t you dare,” Bang said. “Not in pen, and certainly not in Sharpie—”
“I suppose you expect me to use crayon like a fucking child—”
“Or at least use something washable, to start…”
Garou turned sharply and marched himself into the kitchen, heading straight for the refrigerator.
Like all fic writers, I am contractually obligated to give Garou a Coke each time he appears in one of my stories.
#garou#garou opm#my writing#wilf#(work i'd like to finish)#probably the crux of this au is bang and garou having a really good therapist#i think in canon bang would probably be more put off by garou's anger and over-personalize it#here he's just kinda seeing it for what it is#(a way for garou to seek attention when he's not able to fully articular his feelings)
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For the fic title thing:
Home for the season
Hello friend!!! Thank-you for your patience pls enjoy
Home for the Season
The airport had been so crowded when they landed. It had taken nearly an hour to get through customs, and another to get their luggage, fighting through throngs of hyperactive children and exhausted parents.
At least finding their car had been relatively easy. Long term parking was a conveniently short complimentary bus ride away from the main terminal. It was quiet. The night had crept up and extinguished the lingering evening, the stars just starting to become visible against the velvet blackness.
Valdo pulled the keys from his pocket, unlocking their car and releasing the latch on the trunk before stowing his bags inside. He waited as Jaskier did the same, though slower and with a great deal more sighing.
At least he wasn't complaining anymore. The younger man had moved past tired into deep exhaustion, and he barely grumbled as he pointed all the available heat vents directly at his face as he settled into the passenger seat.
The tour had been draining for both of them, but Jaskier - the lead singer and therefore face of their band - had spent so much time smiling and shaking hands and hugging people and talking that Valdo didn't entirely blame him for his silence now. It made him a little jealous, though, that their fans got so much of him and he was left with this quiet, tired version of the normally gregarious character.
Not that he minded a little quiet, now and then, but they were home for the winter break now. And he'd been hoping, maybe a little selfishly, that they could spend time together as friends, instead of band mates.
"You're sulking," Jaskier’s voice startled Valdo out of his thoughts.
"I am not," he retorted, squeezing the steering wheel and desperately wishing the car would hurry up and defog enough for him to see out the windows. "You're confusing me with you."
Jaskier made a derogatory snorting noise. "No, I can tell you're sulking because your forehead is all wrinkly and your lips look like a pursed asshole."
"I - ! What the fu - ?" Valdo sputtered. Jaskier just huffed a laugh. "Oh shut up, you complete and utter tit." He rubbed his hands together, hoping against hope that the air would warm up faster. "I'm tired and I want to go home," he added, sounding petulant even to his own ears.
"Me too," Jaskier sighed, looking out the condensation-clouded window. He smiled suddenly. "Do you think it'll be like last time? That Lambert and Eskel will have tried to stay up and have fallen asleep on top of each other again?"
Valdo couldn't help but grin at the memory. He shook his head. "No - I don't think they'll let themselves be caught in such a compromising situation a second time."
Jaskier barked a laugh. "True. I guess I should have used a washable marker instead of sharpy."
Finally, the fog on the windows had lifted enough for Valdo to see where he was driving without killing anyone and he put the car into gear, pulling out of the lot and making his way towards the highway.
They drove in companionable silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts, before Jaskier spoke again.
"I want you to come to my parents' place for Yuletide this year."
The statement was said with such nonchalance it took Valdo off guard and he nearly drove them into a ditch. He gripped the wheel a little tighter as his brain came back online.
"You what?" he squeaked.
"Come with me. To me parents'. For Yuletide." Jaskier spoke slowly, like that would help Valdo parse the words better.
"But your parents don't like me! They think I'm the whole reason you got into this whole band thing in the first place! They said - and I quote - 'That Valdo is a bad influence and will never amount to anything. Musicians are a plague.' And you want me to what exactly? Make nice with them?"
"Well, when you put it like that…" Jaskier trailed off. "I don't think they actually hate you." He paused and Valdo glanced over to see him smiling wickedly. "Besides, Lambert will be there too. It's not like he's going to let them get away with insulting his boyfriend."
Valdo took a moment to think about what that would look like and started laughing.
"Okay. Okay! Fine. I suppose I could join you and your family on their country estate for the holidays." He said it in the most snooty tone he could conjure. "But," he swallowed, not entirely sure how to phrase his next question. "But - "
"Why now?" Jaskier supplied. "Because you're my friend. And I - I regret that I don't get to be that for you enough." He sat up a little higher in his seat so he could look at Valdo more fully. "Touring is great and I'd never give it up - fuck knows Essi and Pris would hate me forever if I did and don't even get me started on Yen - "
Valdo nodded at the mention of their other bandmates and terrifying manager.
"But we've been friends since grade school and I miss just being, I don't know. Just being us, I guess."
Silence descended again as Valdo mulled over his words. It would have been easy to dismiss them out of hand, and he would have if it had been broad daylight and not the murky depths of deepest night, but they struck a chord with his own thoughts.
Still. "You're a huge sap, you know that?" he grinned. Before Jaskier could protest, he added, "And yeah. Me too."
Jaskier drew breath to speak again and Valdo slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Don't ruin it."
He glared at Valdo but subsided, and they drove the rest of the way back to their shared flat in the quiet, no sound but the hum of the tires on pavement.
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Two goopy orange globs
[highlighter + Crayola orange washable marker + thin sharpie]
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