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eoieopda · 1 year

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Hi Jade 🫶🏻 I have a drabble request if you’re still taking them: Jungkook gets home from tour and is just the clingiest, cutest, softest bf 🙏🏻

yo this idea has me weak 🥲 i hope you like this!

Judging by the clattering in your kitchen, your jet-lagged boyfriend had finally emerged from his seemingly endless slumber.

You’d been awake for four hours, and out of bed for three. It took longer than expected to carefully untangle yourself from the knot of his limbs, but he slept through your escape. And Bam’s excitement at having an awake parent to play with. And the unavoidable clang of pots and pans as you cooked a breakfast now finally in the hands of its intended recipient - at 2:00 in the afternoon.

You heard the floorboards creak as he shuffled out of the kitchen. His movements were incredibly slow as he padded up the hall to join you in the living room, like all the sleep he’d gotten hadn’t recharged his battery. Also audible was the faint crunch of newly toasted bread, which tugged the corner of your mouth into an involuntary smile.

Jungkook always needed a snack to hold him over until he brought his actual meal to a table. After all, he might waste away in the few moments it would take to make himself a place. You always joked that his stomach was a bottomless pit, but he maintained that he only ate this much when you were the one cooking. And when you scrunched your nose at his flattery, he’d kiss it until your cheeks turned into roses. Then he’d kiss those, too.

Laying on the couch with your legs stretched out across the cushions, your head rested on a plush, velveteen pillow. The heels of your hands were anchored against your chest as you propped up this week’s novel. You had to peek over the top of it to see Jungkook appear in the doorway.

Bleary eyes squinted against sunlight as he looked for you. The hood of his sweatshirt was pulled up over his hair, but you knew without looking that it was sticking up in every possible direction - which always confounded you due to how deeply he slept. Immovable, powered off completely. His shoulders still carried the weight of his exhaustion; and his cheeks puffed out as he attempted to chew what you assumed was - at minimum - half his slice of toast.

Of all the versions of him, this one was a hard-fought favorite of yours: the silly, sleepy, soft Jungkook. The one that stirred the butterflies in your stomach just by existing, too out-of-it to notice the effect he had on you.

He groaned as he bent over to put his plate on the coffee table. You expected him to take his usual spot at the end of the couch and pull your legs over his lap like he always did. This time, he deviated from the pattern. Not waiting long enough for you to set your book down, he wiggled his head between its bottom and your chest, and then let the weight of his body slump down on top of yours.

You giggled as he slid his hands underneath you and wrapped you up in his arms. With his chest pressed against yours, you could feel his deep, contented sigh as it left him. No longer accessible, you closed your book with an unseen smile and tossed it gently to the rug below. You couldn’t see how it landed, but you hoped it was graceful.

“You left,” He mumbled sadly with his face tucked under your chin. He breathed slowly through his nose; every warm exhale tickled the bare skin of your neck.

Your now-free hands settled into a familiar routine. One rested on his back; the muscles of which, you noted, had become much more defined since he left for tour ten weeks earlier. The other hand pulled back his hood in order to thread fingers through his soft - albeit messy - tresses. Fingernails scratching gently over his scalp, you chuckled, “You had your leg draped over me, pressing into my bladder. When I came back from the bathroom, you were spread out over the mattress like a sleep-deprived starfish.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” He cooed, squeezing you tighter. “The second-worst part about leaving is having to sleep alone. I forget how to share, and then you have to deal with the consequences.”

“Second worst?”

“The only thing worse than going to sleep without you is being awake without you,” he explained it casually, as if it wouldn’t make your heart do somersaults.

But it did, because this soft, sleepy man was yours - he was home - and he said things like that just as easily as breathing.

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silvyysthings · 4 months

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The comment now has 25k likes. 😳

Well this is a kiss 😂

#timothée chalamet #armie hammer #call me by your name #anon ask

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randomluck-ofthe-universe · 4 days

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Hi. Do you still believe in them? I know you are a Charmie, but do you really still hold the belief in your heart that they are together? Not trying to provoke you, just finding it hard to keep believing. I admire your constant support for both of them.

yes, I believe it. I believe in them.

they've something so deep and strong that binds them indissolubly.

despite all the really hard times they definitely went through both in their relationship, despite whatever shit out there I can see.

yes, they are together.

not even the slightest doubt to me. ❤️

#my anons #timothée chalamet #armie hammer

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post-it-notes7 · 7 days

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does Mir Arthur ever keep physical notes on all the nonsense going on within his ranks, or is he just stirring the pot with wild abandon based on his own mental notekeeping? I can only imagine the hilarious spaghetti charts of who is willing to work with whom and why/why not that has to be constantly updated to keep things some degree of functioning during day-to-day activities

Mir Arthur prefers everything to be kept in his head, whatever that version of events might look like, but there is someone he shares that kind of information with regularly.

Mir Nonsurat treats it as more of a hobby.

#scrapbooking the mir GSA's day to day drama as usual #post's rambles #post's art gallery #mir nonsurat #galaxy soldier army #mirror madness #ohohoho thank you anon for enabling some insanity

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emeritus-fuckers · 2 months

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Could I maybe request some head cannons for the ghouls interacting with a small child that they have been asked to babysit? Maybe even Papa Copia’s? I’m in need for some fluff right now lol :)

Copia's ghouls babysitting his baby

Swiss

Swiss isn’t exactly the ghoul you choose to watch a baby.

Swiss is best with young children that need tiring out. You come back to sleepy ghoul and sleeping child.

Copia hands him the baby? Well…

Eventually, he comes back to the staring contest of the century.

Baby vs Swiss. No sign of who’s going to win.

Surprisingly though, all the care is actually done pretty well. It’s just…staring at Copia’s baby now.

Sodo

It's absolutely hilarious to witness because both Mister Sodomizer and the baby will be confused the moment the child is handed to him.

They both just stare at each other in complete shock.

Eventually, thee baby melts against him because he's warm.

And once he's done with the initial paralysis, he slowly starts to hold the baby closer.

They become cuddle buddies.

The baby is sorta treated like a cat, in the way that Sodo will not get up if the baby is on him.

And once he's carrying the baby, he's cradling them like the most precious thing.

Rain

Rain is great with kids, very motherly and gentle.

Will make sure that baby is safe, well taken care of and as happy as she can get them

Ve will absolutely have the room set up to meet any and all needs as quickly as possible.

Might accidentally bore the baby, would benefit from help from Swiss or sunshine.

However the baby will be sleeping peacefully on his chest, enjoying the comfy spot to nap.

Second best choice for looking after the baby.

Aether

That kid is thrown around so much it's a miracle all the food stayed inside the baby.

He's definitely fun for the baby. Just like Swiss, good for wearing the kid out.

He comes up with the most fun and creative things to do with the child.

Honestly, Aether might just be the favorite uncle with all the running and jumping around as he holds the baby securely in his arms.

They eat banana-flavored baby food squeeze pouches together. (i have no idea what these are called, this is the best i found.)

All kids love him.

Phantom

Is the baby. This is the child they’re babysitting.

Mountain

He worries the most.

He would rather be sent back to the pits then not take the absolute best care of this child. He makes sure that they're happy and very comfortable.

Makes sure that the child is nothing but happy giggles and peaceful naps.

He is very good at keeping the kid calm, its just his energy, honestly.

Keeps the kid close, and will mostly just make his nest and flop down (softly) with the baby and take a nice long nap.

All the hugs and naps.

Cirrus

She's incredibly good at making the baby laugh.

Bounces the baby around and makes silly faces at them.

Her and Aether are the absolute best combo for a fun day with the baby.

And if you combine zir with Cumulus? You could leave the baby with them for days and come back to the happiest child alive.

Honestly, she could absolutely be a kindergarten teacher or a nursery caretker. Kids love zir.

Cumulus

Naturally very motherly and nurturing.

Probably the most responsible choice.

Also, she can let the baby nurse on her if needed.

(I want to nurse on her so fucking bad.)

Sings the best lullabies, the baby falls asleep so easy it seems unreal.

The baby just feels very safe and happy with her.

Sunshine

Much like Swiss, is not the first choice to leave with a baby.

She is full of energy and much better at just a temporary playmate.

She will play peekaboo, patty cake and rocket ship for hours to entertain the child.

Dancing fruit baby sensory videos? She will stare at them too for hours and hours.

Is just the chaotic playmate summoned to entertain the baby.

That may also teach them to bite as a form of love.

Aurora

Gushes. Fawns. Loses it.

Keep in mind, she hasn't been around for long.

Which means fae didn't get to see too many babies.

But once fae sees them, she absolutely loves them.

They think babies are absolutely adorable, but she spends most of faer time with the baby on just watching, waiting for the small human to do something cute.

Gushes about the baby to everyone who will listen.

~

Swiss, Rain, Phantom and Sunshine written by Death.

Sodo, Aether, Cirrus, Cumulus and Aurora written by Nosferatu.

Mountain written by Zenith/Jasper.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @nuntia @dio-niisio @ethereal-maniac @mamacarlyle @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites @plaquerat

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forlorn-crows · 9 months

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hi. dewswiss. hot summer day. popsicles. put dew in a situation.

- cuck mountain anon

i think swiss ended up in the situation more than dew oops

Dew's mouth is cherry red, slick with syrupy popsicle juice, and Swiss cannot stop staring. He's saying something, Swiss is sure, something about . . . pickups? Tuning? Some complaint about the way his guitar tech strung one of his guitars last time?

Swiss doesn't know. He's not listening. All he's focused on is the way Dew's little pink tongue darts out to catch a stray drip, how his lips suck around the length of the treat, teeth scraping on the way back up.

It’s some berry flavor—strawberry, raspberry. He won’t ask.

He’d rather taste.

Swiss watches a light pink drop trail from the corner of Dew’s mouth all the way down to the underside of his jaw. It threatens to drop, to splatter right on the fire ghoul’s bare chest. Swiss imagines it rolling down, catching on the jewelry running through his nipple. But it doesn’t, because he can’t help it; he reaches out and swipes it up with his thumb, gathering it on the pad and bringing it to his lips with a sly smile.

Dew just rolls his eyes. “You’re not listening,” he deadpans. He takes a deliberate, slow lick of the popsicle, watching Swiss’ eyes track his tongue gliding over the icy surface.

“Hm,” the multi ghoul hums distractedly. “Raspberry.”

“Uh huh,” Dew confirms, flicking his tongue off the melted tip.

Swiss scoffs. “Baby, you’re teasing.”

“I’m eating. You’re staring.” Dew sticks out his tongue at Swiss, showing off the stripe of artificial dye down the middle of his tongue.

Swiss fights the urge to groan when his cock kicks in his shorts. He doesn’t succeed, and a little rumble manages to rattle through his chest.

“Something wrong, baby?” Dew tilts his head, the pet name just as saccharine as the sugar across his tongue. Swiss groans for real then, reaching his hand out to circle Dew’s wrist completely, preventing him from going in for another suck. He leans in close, close enough to feel the huff of Dew’s amused snicker waft over his own mouth, fruity-scented.

“Let me taste you,” he says softly. “Come on, sweetheart—” Swiss noses at the smaller ghoul’s sharp cheekbone, trailing along until his lips kiss the shell of his ear. “—let me sink my teeth in a little.”

The popsicle melts a little more. A drop of it lands on Swiss’ forearm.

“Help me finish it then,” Dew says after a beat. So easily, so simply, as if telling the time. A shrug in the form of words.

Swiss pulls away and shoots him a confused look. Dew rolls his eyes, taking his turn to lean in close, inching the popsicle and his own mouth closer to the multi ghoul.

“I said,” his voice pitching lower into something more mischievous. “Help me—” He gets closer, dropping his gaze down to Swiss’ lips with a smirk. Grinning at the way his grip loosens to let Dew closer, how Swiss’ mouth parts a little the closer he gets.

“—finish it.” Dew seals his mouth around the bottom edge of the frozen treat, pushing the tip of it into Swiss’ lips.

Swiss makes the tiniest of noises before laving his tongue from bottom to top, groaning when he barely licks over Dew's lips in the process. He grips hard on the fire ghoul's wrist and bites around the bottom, trying to nip at him.

Dew pulls away. "You're gonna bite it off the stick, greedy. Stay at the top."

Swiss grumbles but acquiesces, licking sloppily back up the length of the treat. Dew rolls his eyes and sucks hard, siphoning the juice from the ice noisily.

Swiss can't help the noise he makes. He'd rather Dew be sucking on him. Hard and greedy and full of teeth.

He could just bite the rest of it off the stick in one go. He really could just . . .

"Ow, you fucker," Dew swears as Swiss' teeth scrape his top lip as he latches onto the stick and pulls the popsicle clean off in one motion. Two seconds later Swiss smiles wide, fangs glistening with a faint pinkish color. His tongue, too, when he sticks it out, tip of it inches from Dew's nose.

He's smug. Face stuck in that signature shit-eating grin he loves so much.

Dew stares at him, appalled, mouth agape. He glances down at the popsicle stick, now devoid of its treat, then back up at Swiss.

"Did you just swallow that whole?"

Dew doesn't get the answer to that question. But he finds he doesn't particularly need to know, not with the way Swiss pounces on him, clever tongue already licking at his mouth as he presses him down into the grass.

#the band ghost #fanfic #ask #cuck mount anon #ficlet #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swissdew #swiss/dew #dew/swiss #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #idk if this is particularly tantalizing but #enjoy!#i didnt edit or proofread this one bit lmao

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simplepotatofarmer · 5 months

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I think about the Butcher Army A LOT. Also just goes it wasn't about Justice for Lmanburg etc. It was simply a power move "if we can take down the baddest toughest guy everyone knows not to question me (c!Quackity)" -🌌

oh, the butcher army was 100% a power move.

it was pretty much stated outright. they were deliberately going after the people who were more powerful. it was a message.

which is why they were also planning the green festival to kill c!dream, using the whole 'no armor' rule (which dream would follow) as a way to trap him.

like, both the butcher army and the green festival were flat out, calculated murder attempts. they were attempts to dehumanize and humiliate.

so no wonder that techno was so messed up about it, considering just how violently they attempted to dehumanize him and the whole reason was just a power trip. he was retired. he had vowed himself to pacifism. the whole thing was unnecessary.

#loyal answers things #technoblade #dream smp #dsmp analysis #the butcher army #it makes me CRAZY #🌌 anon

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dearspiritss · 9 months

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literally anything swiss x reader !!! (please)

I'm sorry this took so long, but is that another Swiss lover I see? I have just the thing for you. A taste of hurt/comfort for you my dear.

CW: descriptions of panicking, overthinking, passing out.

Reader is a ghoul because I said so ☝️

“I’ve Got You.”

You didn’t hate Swiss, you never did, but the day you were summoned and you saw that overly enthusiastic grin, you decided to avoid him like the plague. Yet, somehow, he always found his way to you. Obnoxiously breaking down those walls you oh so carefully built up, trying to get past that fiery attitude you always held. He adored the way you reacted to his antics. The way you’d growl and snarl at him until you’d just give up, giving him a harsh punch to the arm. The way your face flushed with anger and your spaded tail flicking behind you as you yell at him to “just go away”.

He wouldn’t give up. He needed to break you, to try and find the softest part of you that you’d buried away for no one to see.

And this didn’t go unnoticed by the pack, far from it, they got involved on multiple occasions. One ghoul having to hold you back from ripping his face off, another ushering Swiss away so they could calm you down. All because of a small comment on your hair that morning, how it looked nice. He was nice to you, yeah he teased you a lot, but there was never any venom behind it. You didn’t know why you got so pissed off the sudden compliments or his dopey smile. You don’t know why you reacted the way you did when he spoke to you. Maybe you really did hate him-

-or maybe you were afraid of loving him.

Ever since that thought popped up, you haven’t been able to sleep. Laying restlessly in your bed, staring up at the ceiling and pondering about the unforeseen fear. Angry and confused tears gather in your eyes, making the different colors of your room blend together. You tried your best to not let them fall, not to let your composure fall, but you failed. Over and over, giving into the overwhelming thoughts and fears at night. You were drowning, unable to breathe. Eventually you gave up, finding yelling and screaming exhausting whenever he came around to tease you. You would just stand there with a dead expression, and he noticed.

He noticed your tired eyes and the sorrowful tone in your voice when you spoke, and it worried him. Did he cause this? Something in him changed, he stopped. He stopped making sly comments and gestures, just a casual “hello” whenever he came in contact with you. This confuses you, deepening your current state. The dark circles under your eyes darkened in color and your skin was paler than usual. You’d lost your spark, and he noticed. He noticed everything. He had a suspicion that things wouldn’t end well for you if this kept on any longer, and he couldn’t have been any more right.

Practice was only getting worse, wearing you down layer by layer. One day it was especially rough, you’d barely gotten through it with a few mistakes here and there. No one noticed, no one except him. When everyone was dismissed, it was just you and him in the almost soundproof room. You were struggling to stay upright, swaying back and forth. Your restless nights and horrid habits were catching up to you at the worst possible time. He noticed. With worried eyes, he watched. He watched as you struggled to pack up your instrument and notes, the obvious tremble in your hands making it hard to do so.

“y/n, are you alright? You seem a bit… shaken up.” He asked, cautiously making his way towards you in small steps. You could only turn and nod your head, which made you dizzy. You held your head in one hand, trying to calm yourself down. “I’m fine.” He was close now, you started to panic. “Are you sure you’re fine? You don’t look fine.” Your breathing picked up and that familiar feeling of drowning came back to you. Before you could even register it, your legs gave out beneath you, but you didn’t hit the ground. Instead, a pair of warm arms wrapped around you. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

When did your room get so warm? The some-what familiar scent of cedar and whiskey, and maybe a hint of weed, gently washed over you. You shot up from your sleep, looking around at your surroundings. This wasn’t your room, far from it. The sound of a door opening and the light shuffle of feet caught your attention. When you looked towards the door, your frightened eyes were met with Swiss’ own wide ones. He was holding two mugs, steam flowing up and into the atmosphere of the room. He quickly shut the door and hurried to your side, sitting the mugs on his side table.

“You feeling better?” Swiss questioned, taking his place beside you on the edge of the bed. You nodded and he rubbed your head, being careful of your horns. You were sore and confused, so confused. “What happened.. The last thing I remember is being in practice.” The ghoul in front of you sighed and shifted his position. “You blacked out, luckily I was there to catch you before you hit the ground.” You looked down at your hands in your lap, giving a small “oh”. He took your hands into his, they were warm and calloused presumably from his guitar wearing them down. “Why didn’t you tell any of us you were struggling?”

You couldn’t keep back the sob that ripped its way though your throat. “I-I try so hard to be strong, I really do, but you- I-“ Is all you somehow managed between heavy sobs, and he somewhat understood. He pulled you into a tight embrace, running a soothing hand up and down your back. “You are. You’re so strong, but what’s got you breaking like this?” Swiss’ voice was right in your ear, which in turn made you sob harder. “Y-You. Satanas, it’s always been you.” His breath hitched in his throat and his hand stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry- I’ve tried to stop teasing and bothering you. I-I knew it was me, you should leave-“

You cut him off, pulling back and furiously shaking your head. “Swiss, no- you don’t get it.“ He put both hands on your shoulders, golden eyes staring into your own. “Then help me understand. How do I help you?” Another sob came through you, this time gentler than the last. “The sly compliments and teasing- your voice, your signature grin, your eyes- I love it all, I love you. I’m so scared to love you, I’m scared to love anyone..” He put a hand on your neck and pulled you close again, his clawed finger tips tangling into your hair. There was a silence, a short one that felt like an eternity.

“I understand, and I love you too. So much. It’ll take some time, but you’ll learn to love again. I promise I’ll be here every step of the way, you’ll never be alone again.” You nodded and let yourself melt into his hold, the heavy feeling of fear disappearing. The two of you sat like this for a while, barely moving an inch. The comfortable silence was broken by the multi ghoul. “I’m gonna let go for a second, ok?” You hummed and pulled away, sleep tugging at your eyelids. Your eyes followed him as he laid back against the mount of pillows on his bed. He opened his arms and tilted his head, signaling you over.

You hesitantly accepted, situating yourself on his chest. He gently wrapped his arms around your form, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. Before you knew it, you were a puddle of ghoul in his arms, lightly purring at his heartbeat. He chuffed out a laugh, making his chest bounce slightly. “You just needed some love, sweetheart, and I’m here to give it ya’ whenever you need it.” A small smile crept onto your lips and you nodded.

The next morning, the ghouls couldn’t figure out why your behavior changed overnight. The day before you were a sack of bones, today you were beaming at anyone you came across. They weren’t complaining, though, they loved this unforeseen part of you. What made them nervous was when Swiss walked into the kitchen, going straight for you. He tapped you on the shoulder and smiled at you as you turned around to face him. A few ghouls gasped from the distant living room when he opened his arms to you, suggesting a hug, which you hesitantly, but happily, accepted.

They were confused, so confused, but happy. Happy for you, happy for Swiss, and happy that they didn’t have to deal with y’all’s shit anymore.

Again, sorry this took a bit and that it’s kinda sucky, I wrote the majority of this sleep deprived. I hope you enjoy it though <3

#swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #swiss x reader #swiss army ghoul #ghost the band #the band ghost #my brain is fed thanks anon #swiss make brain go brr #ghost band

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whereismyhat5678 · 4 months

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hugs? ... HUGS. *proceeds to pick peppino up (since she's, like- 2 ft taller than him) and hug him* (here's a bonus drawing bc your art is so cute and how ya draw peppino makes mah heart go:💞💕 AAAAAAAAAA-💕💞)

(There were more asks but I couldn’t fit you all in I’m sorry!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

*Cracks knuckles*

Okay- Let’s get ready for this one- ✍️

I can’t fit all the asks in THERE ARE SO MANY OF YOU-

I mean respect wanting to hug the Italien man BUT OMG- 😂

(Was it at least funny?- I hope I didn’t disappoint you guys- I HAVE SOME SINCE NOVEMBER CRHIST!- I’M SO SORRY- 🙏🙏🙏)

And to those who also left compliments in the asks I have to say thank you so much for it!!

(I currently can’t fit any pictures in here so A CRAZY ANOUNT OF HEARTS WILL DO-)

💗💕💖

Everyone on you guys are so sweet!! I can’t believe you guys look at my silly goofy art I just- AAAHHHGH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU‼️‼️‼️💕💗💖💞✨💕💗💞✨💕💕💖💞✨💕💗💖✨💕💗💞

#Pizza Tower #THE FIRST PANELS TOOK WAY TOO LONG NAH-#💀 I had to KEEP REDOING THE BACKGROUND- I HATE BACKGROUNDS!!!#It was for this gag tho so I had to make it- 🖐️#Drawing all you goobers at the front door was so funny bro- Man’s got an entire army on his hands- 😭😭#Also if some of them look poor quality I really am sorry!! I don’t know why they look so ANNOYINGLY FUZZY but I can’t get it off!!! 💀💀#Peppino being mobbed by a bunch of asks is hilarious- You’ll see in the next ask HE’S GONNA LOOK MAWLED- 😭#Peppino #Anon asks #Requests :D #Asks

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calxia · 7 months

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I had the most stupid thought. Monopoly with the ghouls... I just know that'd be a disaster. Somebody would be trying to eat the game pieces. Others are fighting over property.. Somebody is just sitting in the corner scared of everything that's happening.

I imagine Copia had put them in timeout many times which did not work and ended up having to ban the game completely because they can't act right

- 🎸 Anon

I very almost added the Monopoly videogame to the 'ghouls and videogames' ask you sent last until I had images of the Nintendo Switch being thrown out of the window when someone gets bancrupted.

The pack has never actually been able to finish a game of Monopoly because it always ends up with someone crying (normally Phantom) and someone in a blind rage flipping the table (Dew.)

The fighting always starts from the second the game box is opened when everyone quarrels over which piece they all want, despite how they always pick the exact same ones every time. Mountain prefers to just watch and mediate any quarrels that break out while Copia acts as the banker because nobody else can be trusted with the fake money.

everything goes smoothly for the first few turns until more and more properties get bought up. the board quickly fills up with bought properties. Sunny somehow always manages to lose all her money which prompts an argument if she gets new notes or if they consider her bankrupt already. The table gets knocked and they have to pick everything up off the floor and try to remember who was where.

Swiss rolls the dice so hard it goes skidding off the table and under the sofa, so they have to pause the game to move it to retrieve it. It's already been an hour and most of them are getting bored. Phantom ended up in jail 2 turns ago and is unable to roll a double so he has to mortgage his properties to pay bail. Cirrus and Cumulus have somehow managed to build houses already which sends Dew into a blind rage when he lands on them.

Copia has had to move the bank to the other side of the room because Rain kept trying to distract him to steal money so he doesn't have to mortgage his properties. Aurora and Phantom quickly get bankrupted when they run out of properties to mortgage. Cirrus now owns half the board.

Swiss has gotten bored by this point and has started flicking houses at Phantom from over the table. He then pulls a card and has to bankrupt because he can't pay his taxes. Only Dew, Aether, Cirrus and Cumulus are still in the game by this point. Dew and Aether have about four properties between them and the rest is owned by the ghoulettes. Most spaces now have hotels on them. Aether loses to Cumulus.

Dew tries to kick Cirrus from under the table but instead boots Phantom in the shins which makes him burst into tears. He gets told off but it only makes him more angry. Aurora and Sunny are trying to stack the unused house pieces as high as possible on the edge of the table.

Dew lands on Cirrus' Boardwalk with a hotel, immediately loses all his money and gets bankrupted. he flips the table in a blind fit of rage and starts screaming at Cirrus. She screams back at him. There are game pieces all over the floor in the living room. Phantom is crying in the corner with Swiss trying to stop him. Aether is trying to calm down Dew while the ghoulettes try to calm Cirrus down. Rain is somehow managing to ignore the chaos while playing Pokemon

Copia bans the game after that. (it's not like they'd have been able to play again anyway given how most of the pieces were now missing)

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eoieopda · 1 year

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If you’re comfortable, could you write a a drabble about Jungkook and reader being in a relationship, where reader is self-conscious about her body in comparison to his? And even though she doesn’t think she’s pretty enough for him, he thinks she’s perfect as she is?

tw: body talk / body dysmorphia / negative self-image / reader doesn’t understand that she is capable of Hot Girl Shit™️ at any & every weight. Image below is Jungkook bewitched by reader’s mere existence. (will proofread later, am so sleppy)

UPDATE (12/27/22) Anon requested this drabble from Jungkook’s POV. Read it here.

It was irrational and you knew it.

Jungkook had seen you naked more times than you could count, but virtually none of those moments happened outside the context of sex. He’d seen you bare, sweating, splayed - and yet you felt so much more exposed by simply changing out of your work attire in his presence. Somehow, this kind of nudity felt different. More intimate. Vulnerable.

He wasn’t with you that morning when you had to jump to pull your trousers on, and you were thankful - because that’s something you hadn’t needed to do until recently. He didn’t witness your attempts to make yourself smaller just to close the two buttons at the apex of your high-waisted pants. He didn’t know how many times you twisted and turned in front of your full-length mirror; or see how your body looked different - unrecognizably so - with every new angle.

But he was with you now, and his upsettingly lean frame was stretched across your bed while he waited for you to finish. Steel-cut abdominals pressed flush against the comforter, sharp jaw propped up on the heel of his hand. Even through the fabric of his t-shirt, you could chart the topographic map of his shoulder muscles, and the decidedly unfair curves of his biceps. You couldn’t fathom it - how he had the audacity to look that good without even meaning to. He was gorgeous and it was offensive.

You, on the other hand, were not chiseled from marble. You’d felt bloated all day; and the only reason you hadn’t already ripped yourself free from your trousers was that you didn’t want Jungkook to notice the imprint your waistband likely made on the softness of your stomach. You knew he’d never point it out. He wouldn’t otherwise react in any way that might hurt your feelings. He was, above all, unfailingly kind.

That understanding didn’t quiet the tiny voice in your head, though. It kept whispering that the spell would break eventually, and he’d soon realize that the princess had always been a frog. And once he did, he’d find someone better matched - who wanted to be in the photo rather than take it. Someone that made sense standing next to him.

Quickly, you wriggled out of your trousers. Instead of bending down to grab them off the floor, you stayed upright - unfolded, comparatively smooth - and kicked them in the general direction of the nearby hamper. When you glanced back over at Jungkook, he was looking idly at you - but you didn’t get the impression that he was seeing you. Judging by the odd expression on his face, his mind had wandered far away and left his body behind with you.

After determining that he wasn’t paying much attention to you, your blouse came off in record time only to be flung somewhere in the vicinity of your trousers. One of his old hoodies - not as loose on you as it was on him - was tugged on before the conditioned air could find its way to your bare torso. Still, you shivered.

Then, at long last: sweatpants. Second only to Jungkook, the most successful, long-term relationship you’d ever had was with the shapeless, paint-stained, and faded sweatpants you’d stolen from him several years ago. A security blanket that accompanied you through four years of university, and the subsequent pursuit of your advanced degree. If it turned out that you couldn’t keep him, you were hellbent on keeping them.

Swallowed whole by your clothes, you sighed with relief. And then you saw the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. So he had been paying attention.

Ugh.

Without a word, he rolled over and flopped onto his back with his arms outstretched at his sides. Upside down now, his eyes trained on you and crinkled as he silently communicated his wishes. His smile widened when you obliged, shuffling to the side of the bed and slumping into his waiting arms.

In a fraction of a second, he rolled back over until he straddled you with knees bent on either side of your thighs. The sudden change in position caused you to gasp, which only prompted his grin to spread further. Leaning down, he cupped your face is his hands and peppered silly, speedy kisses over every plane of your face.

Your giggles flew out of you in droves as you tried and failed to withstand the tickle of his lips on your skin. They buzzed with his laughter, and the barrage continued until both of you were breathless and giddy. You stared at one another without speaking for several moments until:

“I have a question and I need you to answer honestly, okay?” He asked, suddenly serious. His brows furrowed as he chewed pensively on his bottom lip.

You swallowed, nodded, anticipated.

“How are you so perfect?”

His eyes narrowed as they assessed you; and you couldn’t find the punchline in them anywhere. There wasn’t a trace of jest in his expression. Instead, he looked as if he was seeking a dissertation on a topic of great importance. Like he was waiting on some scientific justification for a blue sky, or the Northern Lights. Puzzled - and puzzlingly genuine.

Your mouth opened without hesitation, but you had no response to offer. It closed in defeat just as quickly.

He reached down to grab your hand, and then placed a soft kiss over each knuckle as he spoke, “I just don’t get it. How does someone this beautiful just exist - walking around, day by day - like it’s no big deal?”

Reduced to a puddle, your bashful whine bubbled over and dragged out the syllables of his name with it. “Jungkook, what has gotten into you, baby?”

Before he answered with words, he leaned down and captured your lips with his. The awkward tension you’d stored in your muscles evaporated on impact, and it stayed gone, even when he pulled away to run his thumb over your cheek.

“Sudden, acute love sickness, I think,” He feigned a frown, then he kissed you again. “I hear it’s incurable.”

You leaned melodramatically into the palm resting against your cheek and gasped, “Oh, no! What can possibly be done to help you?”

He tapped his chin with his free hand and hummed; his forehead creased under heavy thought. “You’ll have to stay by my side for the rest of my life -“ He held up his hand to silence an objection you’d never make, “Doctor’s orders! And I think the occasional sponge bath would -“

“Jungkook!”

(A/N: Read Jungkook’s POV here.)

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silvyysthings · 8 days

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Dude. 🙂 You all thinking of me, it means a lot. Boys are ok. We all want A to get off the island soon. Things are happening but 🤐. You'll find out at the right time. As the big guy would say, Later!

Dude we were worried ❤❤ thank you

#armie hammer #anon ask #dude

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randomluck-ofthe-universe · 2 months

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I…..MISS…….ARMIE……

same, anon.

you've no idea how much.. every day, at any time. ❤️

#my anons #armie hammer

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inkedhntr · 6 months

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Obito was right all the time

we need to make friends with older people, they give us food in small containers and compliment us on the streets, it's like being their new grandchild

I thought you were going to tell me about how Obito was right in his ways of genocide in exchange for a worldwide naptime, but this is good! Yes! YES!

Imagine being adopted by the 245 elderly people of your village. They could form an army for you, stand up for you!...

Although, that army wouldn't fight, but would certainly jam traffic.

(Obito always had a full stomach in return for helping those people fuck yeah)

During the 4th great shinobi war those should have been the people to fight for him. The shinobi's wouldn't have been able to fight them.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #obito #obito uchiha #anon ask #ask #fuck i just woke up man im trying to hold my giggles at the thought of an eldery army during the 4th great shinobi war

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emeritus-fuckers · 9 months

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO SWISS WITH A PREGNANT S/O IM BEGGING YOU

Swiss with a pregnant Ghoulette s/o

You have no idea just how thrilled homeboy is.

You know that grin of his? Yeah, that's now leaving his face for a loooong time.

The entire pregnancy, I mean.

He's excited as fuck. You might need to move away for a bit because he goes feral with joy.

You only wear his clothes until the end of your pregnancy.

Firstly because of scent marking. Secondly because it's absolutely adorable to him and he loves it.

When you're getting closer to birth, he drapes your stuff over his shoulder so he smells more like you, too. He knows babies mostly work on smell at first, especially Ghoul babies. So if you two smell alike, it means more time for him and the baby!

He will not put the baby down. Like, ever. You have to force him.

Enough of dad Swiss, though. We're here to talk about reader being pregnant.

While the Ghouls we talked about earlier make a nest for you, Swiss turns his entire room into a nest. A very messy one.

Blankets and pillows are everywhere, pretty much. Chances are, you're probably immobilized not because of your growing stomach... but because you're stuck in all these pillows.

He will very likely literally bury you in pillows and blankets.

You don't get to move, even if you manage to get out of the pillow prison.

He's gonna spoon feed you (might even make a few mama bird jokes about chewing your food for you and you need to actually smack his head to make him stop) so you don't tire yourself.

Also, he's almost constantly on you.

For the love of Satan, he's touchy. All over your stomach and chest.

Constantly cuddling up to you.

Constantly nuzzling into you.

Don't get me wrong, it's really adorable...

But it becomes a problem when you can't go to the bathroom because he's onto you.

You have to physically shove him off to go to the toilet. It's not even funny.

He tells silly stories and jokes to your unborn baby.

He's very sweet and funny about it all. Just... a bit tiring sometimes.

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Written by Jez.

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#ask #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #anon #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss army ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swiss

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falsesecuritysketches · 1 year

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I'm making a comic series based on android "humor" (or lack of) just for fun! Feel free to comment a pick up line you would use and I may draw it next!

#Connor Army #DBH Fanart #DBH Connor #detroit become human #RK800 #DBH #I wanted to keep the asker anon so anyone can put themselves in their position #A real shame about tumblr quality though #myart #FalsedrawsRK800

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