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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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Something completely unhinged with Euronymous please 😭 like the reader riding and overstimulating him until he's crying and his orgasms are dry 🥺

Safe a horse, ride your black metal boytoy 🤠

Deathcrush

Summary: Looks like Euronymous gets really sensitive when overstimulated.

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Bondage, Unprotected P In V, Overstimulation, Crying, Begging, Affectionate Degradation, Wax Play, Forced Orgasm, Implied Aftercare

A/N: Time to piss off some elitist, gatekeeping edgelords 😌🫡

Disclaimer - I want to make it abundantly clear that I am not writing about the real Øystein Aarseth. I am writing about the fictionalized version of Euronymus portrayed by sexyman Rory Culkin, please and thank you!

Tagging the gender neutral hoe squad:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @star-milk-tea @milsthouqhts @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl

"Ma'am, stop, please! Please, I'm begging you! I can't…", Euronymous whimpered into the candle-lit bedroom, "It's too much, please!"

His wrists pushed and pulled against black rope that you had used to carefully tie him up against the head of the bed frame.

The rope most certainly added a nice, aesthetic touch to the view in front of you. His pale, nearly chalk-white skin against the black forming a contrast pleasing to the eye as you sat on top of him, his achingly hard cock buried deep inside of you as you rolled your hips against his crotch.

"Oh, I think you can take more, sweety.", You didn't stop in your movements as you smiled down on him, droplets of sweat covering his forehead and his eyes practically pleading unto you, "You've been so good for me so far and you don't want to upset me, do you, Euronymous?"

"No, of course not, Ma'am. But.." His raspy voice broke as you clenched down around him, making him twitch involuntarily.

"But what, baby, huh? Use your words." You teased with slightly arched brows.

"It's too much, please. I just need a little break, pretty please!" He pressed out of trembling lips.

"A little break, hm? Is my little fucktoy feeling sore? Worn out from Ma'am riding you all night long, yeah?" For a few thrusts, you picked up the pace, waiting for him to answer.

"Yeah, yes, fuck, Ma'am, please! Just a little break!" He mewled, almost unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Okay, granted. A small, little break you shall have…" With that you halted in your movements, a devilish grin spreading across your face, because you'd certainly give him his break but only on your conditions.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Ma'am." Euronymous gasped, his chest heaving up and down with every raggedy breath.

"Of course, baby. What kind of Ma'am would I be if I wasn't listening and taking good care of my property, hm?", You let the palm of your hand wander over his defined chest, nails scratching softly, playfully, "You know I really like your chest, don't you? It's so pretty but I think we could make it even more beautiful."

Withholding a laugh, you watched his brows furrow in confusion, his facial expression turning from sheer overstimulation to questioning.

"C-could we?" He looked at you with widening eyes.

"Oh, yeah! Let's just take this candle right here…", You leaned to the side to grab one of the many candles from the nightstand and let it hoover above his chest, "And let's add some color to that nice, soft skin of yours."

With a carefully watching gaze, you tilted the red candle gently until little drops of melted wax tripped over the edge right onto his chest.

Euronymous hissed upon impact, the liquid turning back into a solid on his skin.

"Oh, that's pretty! You know, I'm feeling a bit inspired right now…" You grinned to yourself as you slowly started to drip the wax in the rough shape of an upside down pentagram onto him.

With each droplet he squirmed and squealed underneath you, actively moving himself inside of you again.

"That's not fair…" Euronymous whined, his eyes fluttering shut as the pain from the hot wax and the ongoing overstimulation triggered every nerve to fire.

"You're moving now, baby. I'm just giving you that break you wanted to have so bad." Your tone saccharine-sweet as you talked down on him like that.

"No, no, you're making me!" He sniffled, the first hot, few tears of helplessness gathering at the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, no, I don't think so. That's your needy cock thrusting into me right now and deep down you know that you just need to cum for me again." You taunted him in a soft tone.

"N-no!", His voice was sore and shaky as you continued to drip wax onto his chest, "I can't…I can't cum again, please."

"Nuh-uh.", You shushed, "We both know that you can, babe."

After you finished your burgundy red work of art on his body, you placed the candle back onto the nightstand. Resting on top of him, your cunt provocatively clenching and throbbing around his cock, you attentively watched heavy tears roll down the sides of his face as an avalanche of gibberish spilled out of his mouth.

"No, no, please, no. I can't do this, no, please. I'm so sore, Ma'am, please. I can't cum again, please. There's nothing left, I-" He sobbed under his breath as you picked up the pace again, rolling and rocking your hips against his lap, his cock thrusting into you in languid strokes.

"But why are you so fucking hard for me then, huh? Filling me up like the good fucktoy you are." It left your mouth in a low moan, as the tip of his cock stroked and nudged against that sensitive spot inside of you.

"I don't know, I don't…I can't…" Euronymous' voice cracked again, his entire body turning rigid beneath you.

"See? Just let go…cum for me, babe." You encouraged, trying to push him over the threshold for the 4th time tonight.

"It feels so good but hurts…" He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth in a whiny groan, surrendering to you milking him dry yet again.

With a guttural cry, he arched his back from the mattress, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of you as you pulled another orgasm from him. Moaning and whining, he squirmed, pushing against the restraints until you slowly stopped moving.

"I'm so proud of you, babe.", You leaned down to press a long kiss to his quivering lips "I love my perfect, little fucktoy so much. I'm going to untie you now and you'll get all the praise you deserve!"

#rory culkin #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous × you #euronymous x reader #mayhem #deathcrush

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creedslove · 11 months

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ROSE BLISS 🌹

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel comes up with the name of your baby, as he is really enjoying fatherhood again

(this is a sequence of the BLISS series which I said it wasn't a series, but it is really. The previous parts are featured on my MASTERLIST but it could also be read as a one shot)

Warnings: there isn't anything, just fluff, like a lot of fluff, maybe soft!Joel, ooc!character, mom!reader

A/N: I just needed some fluff, I watched TLOU this weekend and I needed Joel to be happy 🥺

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The baby Miller's name was chosen by Joel.

He decided to name his daughter Rose Sarah Miller.

It was the beginning of spring, Rosie was a couple of weeks old and you two hadn't settled on a name yet, which didn't even seem so necessary for Joel, as he would spend his days staring at his beautiful baby, always calling her princess, sweetheart, love… anything that comes from the bottom of his heart. He had taken her for one of their afternoon walks, which consisted in Joel proudly holding her into his arms, rocking her softly as he walked around the block or around the backyard, he just loved to carry and hold her at any possible opportunity. "Are you tired, darling? Do you need to shower now? Would you like to rest? I'll handle her" he would tell you with a stupid, lovely grin.

As he walked down the street, he paid attention to one of the neighbors' garden. The flowers were finally blossoming and even if Joel wasn't much of a plant guy, he thought they were pretty. Well, everything was pretty to him now that he was the happiest motherfucker in the world.

He stopped by the different bushes of flowers and cooed at his daughter, talking to her as much as he could, as he hoped she would recognize his voice and would enjoy it.

He told her all about the flowers he saw, the colors, the shapes but the moment he mentioned the roses, she opened her little eyes. Eyes like his and that always brought a new wave of pride into his heart. She whimpered softly and closed them again, nuzzling his chest and calming down.

"Do you like roses?" He cooed, kissing her soft head, an idea creeping up his mind "do you like roses, princess? You certainly smell like one… even better than one… do you wanna be daddy's rose?" He nuzzled her soft skin and earned a cute yawn from her.

Joel's heart melted at her answer. She was her daddy's Rose.

He rushed home, crazy to see you and tell you the news. Well, actually see if you approved the idea, but he had a gut feeling you would, after all he knew you also loved roses and now you had the most beautiful one in the garden.

You had given birth two weeks before and though Joel helped you with absolutely everything concerning the baby, he couldn't help you with how sore your body was and how you still got extremely tired during the day. You had just finished baking a pie, enjoying the energy peak you felt and smiled as he walked in with your daughter in his arms. You thought maybe she could be hungry or in need of a diaper change, but she was peacefully asleep.

Joel however, was even kind of flushed. He didn't know what happened to himself, he wasn't like that, he didn't behave like an excited teenage girl, but ever since his little miracle was born, he couldn't help but just felt hope, excitement, joy at all times. Life was good again because he had a daughter and a future wife… Well, maybe, he hadn't really gotten there yet.

But god, he wanted to make you his wife whenever he looked at you and remembered how much he loved you. How you helped him see he was worth of love, he was worth of you and the happiness you'd given him. He was so thankful to you because you were his everything, his second chance in life, and the way your eyes sparkled when you mentioned the name he thought for your baby, made him think again of making you his wife.

He had his Rose Miller and both him and his beautiful flower needed a Mrs.Miller in life.

Joel's explanation to why he decided to name your daughter Rose was quite funny, you highly doubt a two week old baby would have a say on it, but if your handsome and over the moon boyfriend said so, you could just agree with him. You could barely contain the joy to see how much he loved you and your baby, it was so beautiful, such a heartfelt experience and sometimes, you couldn't help but chuckle at it. You were also in love with your daughter, but Joel… it was something else. You could tell his whole world was that tiny little newborn and for someone who had met him before, the way you did, the things you witnessed him doing in order to protect you and survive, it didn't even seem it was the same guy. He was just different… he was happier. He was still jealous and protective of you and of your baby. He very often stood next to you like a watchdog, always making sure you were assisted, comfortable and okay. And God forbid if anyone wanted to visit you and the baby.

It's not that Joel didn't appreciate visitors, but yeah, he didn't appreciate visitors. He didn't like a lot of people he didn't know or had exchanged a couple of words with invading your house, giving you advice you didn't request and he especially hated when they wanted to hold his daughter.

She was his, and well, yours too, of course. But if she wasn't in her mommy's arms, then she should only be in her daddy's arms.

You tried telling him it was okay, he shouldn't be so territorial over her. But you knew saying that to Joel had the same effect as if you had said that to the walls of the house.

And Rosie spent her days in her daddy's arms. It was just her favorite place in the world, it was where she cried and calmed down, she fussed and fell asleep. That tiny little thing was a puddle of love for her daddy and you couldn't blame her, Joel was an amazing father, he was so caring and she corresponded just the same.

You were quite surprised he was so forward in wanting her to take Sarah's name too, you had actually thought of it multiple times during your pregnancy but didn't bring it up as you weren't sure if he would be okay with it or not.

But you liked it. It suited your sweet Rose and you knew it also brought love and peace to Joel's heart.

You finished cutting your pie in slices, knowing Tommy and Maria would swing by with their little Flora later that night, it would be only fair if you served them some sweet dessert, after all the help the woman provided you and Joel with. They'd been so nice to you, so patient and Maria helped you just as much as you helped her when Flora was born, and you were just thankful to have a friend while you went through that situation. As much as Joel was nothing but amazing with you, he was still a man, and had no idea how things changed for you.

You saw how silent the house was, Joel had returned from his afternoon walk and you both had agreed on naming your baby Rose, so you figured he was probably resting.

You silently went upstairs, not wanting to disturb your baby nor your man, in case they were asleep, but you found Joel wide awake, he lay in bed on his side, watching as Rosie slept peacefully right next to him.

His hands stroked her back so gently as he took in every single feature of your daughter, admiring her and still having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact she was so perfect and his.

You smiled at yourself and quickly joined him in bed, wrapping your arm around his body as you were the big spoon even if Joel was bigger than you.

You stoked his chest and down his belly, as you rested your chin on his shoulder and watched your beautiful girl.

"She's gorgeous… she looks a lot like you" he said in his low voice "and she has a lot of Sarah too" he swallowed, during the whole time you've known Joel and then later on dated him, he only brought up his late daughter a few times. You never pressured him about it.

You took only the information he wanted to give you.

"I bet she was gorgeous… just like our princess is gonna be one day" you said and kissed his neck softly and watched as Joel closed his eyes and groaned in approval.

"She was, and she was smart too, the smartest girl I've ever met, and our Rosie will be like her too, I'm sure of it" he traced his daughter's tiny face with the tip of his finger and smiled tiredly. Joel hadn't been getting a lot of sleep either as the two of you alternated between taking care of Rosie when she woke up at night.

"I love you Joel, and I love our Rose too"

"I love you Y/N, I love our baby and our family and maybe one day I would like to make you my wife…"

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A/N: I love Joel and I want him to be happy forever 😭😭😭😭

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou show

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the-kr8tor · 9 months

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Hello!! I’ve been enjoying all your works so far, love the way you portray hobie 🥺❤️

Hope you don’t mind me adding to your requests but can you write something or hobie’s s/o (gender neutral pls) gifting hobie handcrafted items with flowers from different universes?

Just made a bunch of pressed flower stickers and they’re really pretty 🥹

Hi hun! Thank you so much, you're too sweet 🥹 I'm not very familiar with handcrafted items, I hope you like this one!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: established relationship, no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF, lovestruck Hobie.

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Hobie finds a long-stemmed bright sunflower carefully placed on the doorstep of his dorm inside the spider society's Headquarters.

Hobie, tired from his last mission, bends down, his aching muscles immediately protesting; but he continues on, gingerly grabbing the stem of the flower. He twirls it around his fingers, admiring the petals, Hobie notices whenever the bright florescent light hits its petals, an iridescent sheen shines slightly turning the sunny yellow into a vibrant orange with a hint of red.

He immediately knows where the flower came from, the familiar shine of the flower fits with Earth- 2149. Hobie smiles tiredly, knowing this is your way of telling him you missed him, thanks to all the constant missions assigned to the both of you, couple it up with your regular spidey responsibilities, you haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks.

But for Hobie, it seems like it's been months without you, He misses you, a lot. Hobie searches for a note, but finds none, guess you were in a hurry.

You keep missing each other too, when he finally has the free time to hang out, Dock Ock attacks your city. When you finally have a little time off in between missions (enough time to rest and recharge with Hobie, but still not enough for your taste) Hobie's bracelet rings out, Miguel's booming voice sounds out asking for backup, you're left standing in the middle of spider society's hallway; the warmth left by Hobie's quick hug, makes you miss him more.

He sighs, punching in the code to his room.

If not for the flowers you've been leaving him these past few days, he wouldn't be able to survive another day without your embrace. Thanks to your little reminders, Hobie finds the strength to go another day without you.

The door slides open, his eyes strain at the darkness of the room, Hobie takes off his suit, piece by piece. He hisses when he accidentally hits his injured shoulder on the wall. Turning on the lights, he's greeted with various flowers you've left him these past few days. His room is littered with makeshift vases adorned with shimmering flowers of various shapes and shades.

He smiles when a slight breeze enters his open window, the sweet smell of the flowers wafting his senses, for a second he thinks you're with him.

Hobie has a forlorn look in his eyes, he walks towards a drinking glass turned vase, fingers rub over the tulip's petals. He remembers when this one first arrived, tucked neatly inside his vest, a little note strapped to its stem– be careful, love you. Your handwriting is unmistakable, you even added in a cartoon drawing of you, blowing him a kiss.

He reluctantly moves away from its petals, Hobie drags his feet, walking towards his waiting bed, he roams his droopy eyes over the flowers, remembering when and where he got them.

A pink carnation that seemed like it's painted with water colors, you lovingly left this one on his pillow one morning, with a crude drawing of Miguel angrily yelling, for the multiverse!

A multi-colored peony you pinned on his vest before you left. Your note reads: Don't forget to hydrate! Tea doesn't count, babe.

A crown made from black and white daisies, placed on top of his favourite book, a little drawing of you both wearing flower crowns and smiling is taped to the sides.

An unusual looking orchid you practically tossed at him before running towards a portal, thanks to his spidey senses, he saved it from getting mangled by running feet. The note dangling from its stem, missed you, wanna kiss you.

And so much more that he's too tired to remember. Hobie internally curses at his sleepy brain.

He lands on top of his bed with a thump. Falling asleep almost immediately.

Hobie gets woken up by a presence slowly untying his boots. He cranes his neck down, chin meeting the top of his chest.

"What?" He asks, groggily, voice heavy in his throat.

You snap your head up, looking straight at his tired eyes. "Shit, I woke you up, didn't mean to, 'm sorry" you hissed out, fingers pausing on his shoe laces.

Hobie blinks, twice, is he still dreaming? He blinks again, but when your familiar form doesn't disappear from his view, his heart soars.

"Sorry, Hobie, but you still had your boots on, and–"

He reaches out to you, "Come 'ere, lovey"

You crawl on top of him without question, laying your full weight on him. You try to move to his side, just in case you're crushing him, but he stops you with a strong arm over your back.

You rest your chin on his chest, tired eyes mirroring Hobie's. "You missed me?" You tease him despite your exhaustion.

Hobie rubs gently over the eyebags forming under your eyes, you sigh into his touch "when'd you last sleep?"

"Does blinking count?" You fight a yawn. "Miguel should start paying us more, saving the multiverse isn't enough anymore"

Hobie chuckles, your head bobs up and down, earning a lopsided grin from you. God, you missed his laugh.

His knuckles massage your back, sliding over the spandex of your suit "Too tired to change?"

"Mmhm, why? Do I smell?" You sniff at your shoulder.

Hobie lifts you up by the armpits so your head slots perfectly on the crook of his neck, you fit right in like a missing puzzle piece.

"No," he hugs you tighter, both arms securing you right on top of him, Hobie loudly sniffs at you "nah, actually" he sniffs at you again, "yeah, you do" Hobie grins.

You gasp out, clutching at your chest, faking that you're offended by his comment. "Maybe I should shower then" you try to move away, but Hobie curls his arms tighter around your torso, locking you in.

You giggle at his antics.

He buries his face on your head, "you smell like the flowers you gave me" Hobie's voice is soft, if it weren't for your enhanced hearing, you wouldn't have heard him.

"You liked them?" you'd tease him for his comment later, but right now, you both needed to rest.

"Mmhm" he pecks your scalp "especially the drawings" Hobie says in between kisses.

"Good, because I have another one." You procure a pressed red rose from your back pocket. He wonders which universe this one came from.

"I'll add it to my collection then" Hobie admires the pressed flower thoroughly, this one seemed different from the rest, more loved. He concludes that it's from your own dimension.

Your eyes close, finally succumbing to fatigue.

"Missed you" he answers your previous question, you heard him before you could fall asleep, smiling as you cuddle Hobie.

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Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it! ❤️❤️❤️

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #atsv x reader #atsv fanfic #atsv hobie #hobie brown x gn!reader #spider punk x gn! reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #fanfic #established relationship

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or0ch1maru · 4 months

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How about a y/n who likes collecting things? Pretty rocks, feathers, or buttons? (or even stuffed animals?) Would the Akatsuki find this cute? Or maybe a waste of time?

This my loves is what I like to call crow brain. See something pretty, you pocket it 🥺

I swear you must live in my walls or something because this^ this right here is me. My dresser is covered in rocks, acorns, and other cute things I’ve collected over the years hehe. (im also a huge stuffy collector🥺)

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•the first time they notice you pick up and pocket a cool looking rock, you received a few curious glances

• “it was pretty” you reply with a shrug before getting back to the business at hand

•another time, they caught you picking up something off the ground, when asked what it was, you showed the red, heart shaped button off proudly, a smile that reached your eyes plastered across your face

•then, there was the time you and the rest of the Akatsuki ventured into the Hidden Rain to meet with your leader and his right hand woman

•a few wanted to stop by a small convenience store for a drink after the tedious travel so while you waited for them to finish, you did a little shopping of your own, but not for food, or a drink

•as you stood outside the small and now crowded shop, your eyes fell on an antique store across the way

•while your team was distracted, you bolted across the wet road, arm held over your head to shield you from the never ending rain, eyes falling on a rather worn, and raggedy looking teddy bear. One that was well loved by its past owner, that is now in need of a new one

•you opted out of needing a bag for your new friend and walked out with the bear tucked under your arm, using your cloak to shield him from the weather

•by now, your comrades have gotten used to this, and don’t really bat an eye when they see you pick up or buy something completely random

•so when you met back up with the team, nobody even as much raised an eyebrow at the item you’re holding against your side

•one evening, you were perched on your bed, painting your nails your designated dark purple color when a knock came through

• “come in” you replied cheerfully as you brushed a streak across your big toe, tip of your tongue poking out in concentration

• “here” you lift your head when you hear Deidara’s voice. Your eyes drift to his outstretched palm, a shiny blue colored stone sitting near the mouth that’s in the middle of his palm

•you nearly flew into his arms in excitement, a wide smile as you take in his gesture of kindness

• “I love it, thanks dei” you replied happily, taking the stone from him and walking towards the shelves that sit against the wall to the left of you

•he lets out a satisfied ‘hmph’ as he watches you place the rock towards the front of a shelf, sitting beside all the other things you’ve collected or have been gifted to by fellow members

•like the soft, yet elegant pale green and white feather Konan brought to you a month ago

•or a handful of Pilea peperomiodes that sit in a pot that Tobi hand picked for you somewhere outside only yesterday

•or the single 5 leaf clover that Kisame and Itachi stumbled across on a mission last week

•little do you know, anytime your comrades leave for a mission, one of the first things they do when they leave, is look for something you might like, your habit rubbing off on them

•even if it’s as little as a cool looking rock or

•a cute stuffed animal in a store they happened to visit while away

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #orochimaru #orochimaru stories #konan headcanons #zetsu x reader #kakuzu headcanons #orochimaru story #sasori akatsuki #hidan headcanon #pain akatsuki #tobi headcanon #obito headcanons #deidara x reader #kisame headcanons #itachi headcanons

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adobe-outdesign · 5 months

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omg can you review the mighty poogle 🥺

The Poogle is one of those really abstract Neopets wherein it's just a Creature(TM). What kind of creature? Who knows. I guess they're meant to be vaguely dog-like (seeing as Poogle racing is a thing, and it does sound vaguely like "poodle"), but they really don't lean towards any one specific animal, which is always something I enjoy.

What makes Poogles appealing is undeniably how chubby they are; it makes them look extra cuddly and is part of what gives them their distinctive noses (or lack thereof) and double chins. It also comes with a bit of lore about them living primarily in cold-weather regions, kind of like how seals have blubber to keep them warm.

Beyond that, I also like their stripes; they break up the design just enough without feeling too distracting, similar to their underbellies. The shape of the stripes is also mimicked by their distinctive ears.

I will fully admit though: Poogles got the raw end of the deal when it comes to customization. Not the absolute worst conversion job, mind you, as for the most part they look pretty dang similar—same pose, same proportions, same markings, etc.

However, what got completely messed up is their faces. Originally, Poogles had a soft, fleshy snoot that had two sets of lines to indicate that it was mostly fat and that it went back in space a bit. Removing this upper line makes their snouts look hard, and also has the side effect of making their snout and even their entire head look too wide.

Likewise, the chin got messed up. The Poogle originally had a pretty distinct double chin/fat neck that, once again, showed how chubby they were. More importantly, their chin lines weren't closed off, so their heads bled directly into their bodies. On converted Poogles, they now just look like they have one weird normal chin instead of a chin and neck. The end result is actually kind of uncanny if you stare at them for too long. It's a shame, because like I said, everything else about the conversion works, and there was no reason to change the elements they did. They're still cute, mind you, just slightly less so.

Favorite colours:

MSP: Species-specific colors always tend to be iconic and a delight, and MSP Poogles certainly are no exception. They're basically the same thing as a regular plushie Poogle, except Evil(TM), with red eyes and a nasty set of sharp teeth (side note: canonically, all Poogles actually have sharp teeth; you just rarely see them). The unconverted version also is bipedal, unlike the regular unconverted plushie, which was quadrupedal.

Both converted and unconverted MSPs have a super fun chaotic gremlin energy to them, and both designs are good depending on which stance you prefer (I kind of like the converted quadrupedal, though granted, the loss of some stitching and extra softness is a bit of a shame.)

Toy: This color literally just released last month, but a toy Poogle based off of the good old iDog is just delightful. Even if you don't know anything about iDogs, the design is still good, with the eyes serving to complete a multi-colored hexagon that draws attention to the head, and the rest of the body considering of just a smooth off-white and black.

Zombie: The mindless eyes on this one are just absolutely delightful and give it a ton of personality. I also like the details, such as a few stitches here and there, a scraggly mouth, scratch lines against the usual stripes, and liver spots. As a bonus, it looks good both with PB clothing and without.

BONUS: I don't normally mention "recolor" Neopets as much on these reviews just because they tend to be mostly by-the-numbers, but the pastle Poogle is honestly gorgeous, with subtle gradients and a low-contrast blue and pink color scheme, helped by colored lineart. It's nothing fancy, but it's definitely one of the all-time best pastels out there.

#neopets #neotag #poogle #I should probably make a tag for these finally #neopet reviews #there we go

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marthammasters · 3 months

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@revenge-of-the-assbutt @firstaidspray @sachermorte thank u for enabling me NEWAY since I’ve been too dead to do any of my own hobbies here’s some thoughts on House & Co’s physical hobbies/lil crafts & such they do in the comfort of their home<3:

House: canonically does a ton of shit like piano/guitar/cooking/so on but In the spirit of him resisting change (At Times!) I think he’s gotten very good if not makes a fun time out of mending clothes🥺…. Didn’t wanna throw away his favorite shirts so it started w small hems+resizings until he looked up more tips online and get decorative w it. Pretty contrasting colors/patterns now randomly laid on his shirts and pants w only the careful eye(Cuddy+Wilson) to notice. If anyone cares

Wilson: gardening. Well as much one can do within his apartments/pretty nonplant friendly homes. He’s not a super greenthumb expert but it always gives him a lil confidence boost when he’s able to grow out spices and herbs & such to use in his cooking ♥️

Cuddy: she seems like a collage-making kind of girlie💗💗 no specific theme in em or anything but she still holds onto the potential self-aid of making vision boards and it’s relaxing for her to go thru magazines/etc + cut out whatever interests her enough to use. Rachel tries and cutely fails to help 💓💓💓

Chase: ironically enough for the prodigal son lol but . He genuinely seems like someone who enjoys spending time in silence/music doing puzzles w 1000+ pieces & such #DWEEB❤️. House once got him a 5000 piece puzzle of a kangaroo or w/e as a joke and he is Determined to complete it. In due time chase…

Foreman: the thought of Foreman crocheting is so dear to me….. he doesn’t rly tell anyone ab it but there’s a lot of half-finished + worn projects as proof around his home. #angsting it sorry but I think he took it up after his mom started deteriorating bc she crocheted too and it was a fonder reminder + sumn they could do together. One yr he gave the fellow ducklings scarves he made as Xmas gift. Not that he told him he made it tho😅#repressed

Cameron: I think she has a moderately sized zen garden on a table somewhere in her home she takes SERIOUS. Changes the lines/circles in the sand periodically, sees what new arrangement of rocks she can do etc etc. Girl that thing is meant to be relaxing!! also colorcodes/sticker-covers/etc her planner like a CHAMP.

Amber: she has the most well-detailed prettiest most concerning-when-read journal/diary everrrr. Dedicates a specific time in every day to it w specific pens of various colors. Some of the recounting even have lil doodles or if she takes the journal out w her she draws her view wherever she is<3 they’re literal chickenscratch but its still fun and fulfilling. It’s a bibleesque piece to Wilson’s Amber shrine btw

Thirteen: she’s hard to analyze for me soz 13heads I do love her #trust… nonetheless I bet she goes to hella dance classes. Partially for the exercise partially for the fun partially for the need to experience Life partially for the women. Heh. She’s rly into zumba, jazz, contemporary classes to be specific.

Taub: ok ok so remember when he did/bought pottery or w/e to convince his wife he was being faithful. I think he’d do it for real as a joke/alibi then be like wait…. This is kinda fun…? There’s no constraints to what he can make + the sculpting reminds him vaguely of plastic surgery work so he keeps it up.

Kutner: I think he draws + writes his own lil comics/zines 🫶 they’re mostly scifi or superhero and more than a lil inspired by his fave preexisting medias . He likes using the crazy cases he’s experienced w House as story inspo. Also he 4 sure runs dnd campaigns so well and fun. Btw

Masters: she’s a suckerrrr for trivia nights my lil nerd wife<3 but um anyway when she wants to relax she Really doesn’t want sumn that can become info overload so in free time she’ll make friendship bracelets, lil shapes/figures out of string, etc. Will someone please give this woman a full on loom to go cray with!!!!

Park: I can see it so clearly . I can see her lil handpainted warhammer and other tabletop game figures so perfectly in my head. She paints more than she actually plays(but she does !). God save you if you touch or tumble them.

Adams: I kinda DGAF about her sorry women… hmm there’s sumn compelling ab her doing blackout poetry plus occasionally full-on written when the inspo hits! started as a boredom thing in her job in the prison w whatever book she brought in then she kept on doing it w more and more written pieces she comes across.

I put so much time into this. Perhaps too much.😭feel free to gimme y’all’s thoughts on this/ur own ideas :3

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creabirds · 1 month

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mafia fic sneak peek 🥺

my children have decided. sneak under the cut

Max has not seen this many people in one place in months. Perhaps that is why he feels off— ever since his father’s death, he has been ushered from the backs of limousines to steel-inforced doors, head down and guns with their safety off.

A handover of power was always a brittle thing, a plane of bullet-proof glass with hairline fractures tracing from its very center. One more shot, and it would burst. Even more so when it concerned the syndicates.

Max does not consider himself a fearful person. His mother had always called him brave, and as any son would, he believed her, as sure as if it was law; stamped, and wax-sealed. Still, he has gotten used to looking over his shoulder, prefers to feel the knobs of his spine touching a wall, a glock strapped into a holster.

Not today, though. Security controls at the Ritz were as strict as ever. Which in turn means that no one else will carry a gun. At least it is highly unlikely. Max feels the drop of sweat reach the waistband of his slacks.

His thoughts have drifted off, and so he only barely stops himself from flinching when a voice pipes up, slithering like the honeyed tongue of a snake into his left ear.

“May I ease your nerves with another glass of elixir, monsieur?”

Max lets the man take his empty glass from him, wincing at the marks of moisture on the polished crystal, and replace it with a tumbler of clear liquid. He raises it to his face and breathes it in. It is a gin and tonic, he recognizes.

“Do I look nervous?” he asks and turns to take his new companion in fully. He falters as he notices that it is the same person he had seen earlier, slinking through the room with ease, smooth skin glowing in the yellow lights, his nose so straight it looks royal; carefully chiseled, either by a grand master of the renaissance or a top-notch plastic surgeon.

Up close he takes in the artfully messed up curls on his head, chestnut brown and draped with purpose over a high forehead, bordered by full brows. He is smiling, his eyes squeezed almost shut, the skin at their corners scrunching happily in their familiar position.

“Non, but I am good at reading people,” he says. Max is unable to place his accent, though it must be French. It does not sound like that of other French people he knows, however. As the man’s expression calms, his eyes open to catch the sparkling light of the chandeliers, reflected over and over in flutes of champagne and bulbous shaped glasses of white wine.

With a start, Max realizes they are green. The brilliant, ever-shifting bluegreengold of a canopy of leaves, broken through by sun rays. Max raises his glass to clink it against the man’s own, filled with red wine, the color of the ancient ocean.

“So that is how you knew that gin and tonic is my favorite, ja?”

“German?”

Max raises his brows in amusement, his mouth twisting into a half-smile.

“Dutch. And Belgian,” he concedes. It is so obvious that he does not bother hiding it, usually. “French?” he retorts.

The man gasps, theatrically offended, clutching a hand to his chest, wrinkling the expensive looking fabric. Max cannot help but notice his elegant fingers, long and masculine, but with a certain dainty prettiness hidden in their strong shape. He wears silver rings, adorned with dazzling stones.

“Monegasque. Mon dieu, I cannot imagine how you could misjudge me like this,” he sighs.

“Toutes mes excuses,” Max says. The man’s brows disappear into his fringe before he smirks at Max knowingly, shaking his finger at him.

“A true gentleman from the old European elite, I see. It is a pleasure to meet you…?” he answers, drawing out the end of the phrase into a question. His mouth curls just so around the consonants and vowels, the phrasing slighty arhythmic and his words washed soft by his mother tongue, turning it into a lulling, seductive thing.

“Max,” he replies, frowning, tonguing for a second at the mole on his lip, biting it between his teeth as he hesitates. His name is on the guest-list anyway. “Verstappen.” Besides, it is not his real name that usually instills recognition.

The man leans in, the V-neck cut of his pullover revealing the carved bones of his sternum, a hint of his toned chest, even through the high-necked white mesh that is underneath. It has to be designer, Max considers.

“Charles,” he offers, waiting for a moment with an impish glim in his eyes before adding, “Leclerc.”

His hips are cocked as he shifts closer to Max, so subtle it is barely noticeable, his gaze never leaving his eyes. He is bent forward ever so slightly, chin tucked so he can look up at Max through his dark lashes, even though they are almost the same height. His lips are rose-pink and Max thinks he is wearing the faintest bit of make-up.

He eyes Charles warily. His lips twitch into a frown.

“You know, I can spot a hooker from a mile away,” he says. Raising his gin and tonic to his lips to take a sip, he halts. “Thank you for the drink, though.”

With that, he turns to walk away.

#asks #my fic #mafia au

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walli3darl1ng · 1 year

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i fumcking, love your, writing!!!!!!!! i hope you don’t mind my request- feel free to delete it if you do!!

maybe the neighborhood with a person who’s maybe a Bubak or a Jōrogumo? (if you don’t wanna write the neighbors you can do a x reader if you want!)

make sure to take care of yourself and drink water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- 🫂Hugging Anon🫂

THIS IS SO INTERESTING

I have to do research on this and I got ideas for a Jōrogumo!reader. It’s gonna be everyone but more towards our shopkeeper; Howdy Pillar!

I love that man, I want to hug him!🥺💖

In my research, I found out that a jōrogumo is female. Quote, from wiki, “it can shape-shift into a beautiful woman.”, so I will be using she/her pronunciation. You’re free to change it I won’t be emphasizing it that much except your appearance. I hope that’s okay!

Also! Trigger warning for Arachnophobia because honey….

You are one! So please if that will make you uncomfortable don’t read! I’m sure I’ll make another request suited for you :) okay! Let’s get started I hope you like it.

Howdy sighs softly while turning the open sign to close. For the past week, his fruits and vegetables had been going missing in the back storage unit and he doesn’t know why!

Originally, he thought it was Willy, that little puppet would just snatch a bright red apple any chance he got. But he soon realized that it’s not only the apples that got taken but other fruits as well as vegetables.

Next, he thought maybe there’s an animal taking to food. That was quickly thrown out the window when he realized that this neighborhood is a pretty clean one. No sight of rodents within the neighborhood, just out in the woods.

Howdy jumps when he hears a crash in the back and quickly goes to investigate. Upon opening the door he sees you, a long haired, really pretty spider-human. You are currently inspecting an avocado, holding it in your hand and lifting it up to your nose and sniffing it. When you didn’t get anything you open your mouth, showcasing your fangs and taking a bite.

You quickly pull away when the earthy taste along with the core in the middle gave you an unpleasant impression on the avocado, you drop it and spit the rest out.

Howdy was still thinking on what he’s seeing right now, how did you get here? Why are you here? And why did you bite an avocado?

Wait…

Spider?!

It just hit howdy that you’re a spider!

“Um, excuse me?” He jumps when you turned to him and hissed, quickly crawled up the wall and into a corner. “Wait! I’m sorry, come on out I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You push yourself closer to the corner hopping that would hide you but the man keeps inching closer. Seeing as you won’t come down Howdy hums and think on how to calmly get you down. Find an idea he tells you to wait here and walk out. Finding this interesting you did as you were told, staring up on the corner of the ceiling.

Coming back with a knife, Howdy take an avocado and cuts it up. This made you curious and walk down from the corner, now in the middle of the wall, tilting your head at his actions.

Seeing that you weren’t scared anymore he steps closer and holds the plate of now cut avocados and holds it up to you. He sees you hesitant but eventually with each little step your eight spider legs make he gets more details of you.

Long, flow-y, slick hair, three pairs of eyes all shining with curiosity at the once dark drown-black avocado now looking a bright green color. You look up at howdy, as if asking for permission and he gives you a smile and nudges the plate towards you gently. “Go on, they’re really good without the skin.”

You glance down at the avocado and with your fingers you carefully take the half and smell it, still nothing, is it still safe to eat?

Noticing your hesitation once again, it’s safe to say you’ve never seen anyone or anything before and starts getting a little worried. Why are you here? Howdy takes the other half, gaining your attention, and takes a bite, showing you it’s safe. “Hmm! Good, see?”

Peeking up, you take a bite and with just a few chews you swiftly eat the rest in no time flat. Well now Howdy knows who’s been taking the merchandise, but why? Humming he sees you turn and walk back on the wall. Aha!

One of your legs are injured! He thinks that’s why you haven’t left and sit on the makeshift corner hammock you made out of your web. He’s worried that you’ll get sick if not properly cared for, you’re probably cold too with only some leaves and vines covering you up, For now he’ll let you be.

Morning came and you are awaken by the door and you see howdy peek in. He smiles when he saw you rubbing a set of eyes. “Good morning, how did you sleep?”

You crawl out of your hammock and down the wall carefully. Once in front of howdy you smile up at him and touching his hand, their freezing!

“You’re cold! Here, let me introduce you to my friends and they can help you feel right at home, sound like a plan?” He woke up early and called a neighborhood meeting to discuss what he found and everyone was more then welcome to help out. But now thinking about introduction, Howdy hasn’t told you his name! “Oh, how rude of me! I’m Howdy, Howdy Pillar.”

You tilt you head. The taller puppet points at himself and repeats himself. “Me, Howdy,” then points at you. “And you are?”

You mimic him; pointing at him. “Howdy,” your voice was soft and silky but strong. Howdy enjoyed that melody of his name coming from you. You then point at yourself. “Me, Y/n.”

“That’s it, good job! Me, Howdy. You, Y/n.”

You giggle and jump from excitement your eyes dialing at his praise.

“Come on, people are here to meet you.” Howdy takes you hand and leads you out the storage unit gently. One pair of hands on either shoulder while the other one was on your back and the other holding your small hand. You were nervous, are these people nice? Will they hurt you? You take your free hand and reach up to holds one of Howdy’s hands that on your shoulder. He takes notice and holds your hand.

Now at the front of the store you see a group of colorful people. You feel out of place, the only color you have is a tad of yellow, other then that it’s mixes of red, brow and black.

They all stare at you while you tilt your head and get scared when they all start talking at once.

“Oh my goodness! She’s so pretty!”

“Her hair is so long! I bet it’s soft!”

“The poor thing is shivering.”

You got overwhelmed by the sound and trying to make out all that they were saying. You cover your ears and cower close and behind Howdy pressing your upper body close to his back in hopes that would make them stop.

“Okay, guys that’s enough, you’re scaring her.” Howdy scolds, side stepping a bit and pulls you close next to him. “It’s okay, they’re just happy to meet you, right?”

“Oh goodness! We’re sorry, howdy, yea we’re just happy to meet someone as unique as she is.” Julie flaps her arms around in excitement, Frank holding her arms to keep her from hitting Wally in the face.

“She’s a spider, after all.”

“An injured spider, the poor thing look at her leg.” Poppy softly mentioned, all now looking at her wound on her leg.”

“We should help, right?” Sally looks up at poppy, who nods and quickly goes to get her medical kit, sally and Frank followed.

The whole day it was the neighborhood taking care of you. But since you refused to leave the store, insisted on staying with Howdy by climbing over and behind the front counter and holding one of Howdy’s hand.

First it was poppy helping your wound, making sure you’re okay even though you scare her a bit. Your eyes is what makes her nervous so you stick to looking away from her.

While getting treatment sally comes back with a folded up fabric. She made you some clothes since you’re cold. It’s a simple yet adorable long sleeve shirt and a sweater. You finally got some color!

After that Julie got intel from Howdy that you seem to love avocados so she made you some guacamole! How doesn’t like guac?!

Later, you were getting a bit of sun just outside the store laying your spider body on the grass while you let Sally and Julie mess and style your hair. Wally soon walked over and sat next to you, not saying a word he leans on your back and climbs on. You twisted your torso back to watch him with curiosity.

“Wally! Get off her!”

“You’re not letting me finish the braid!”

“She smells like apples.” Wally nuzzles into your hair. At this point you let this happen until Howdy comes out and puts a stop to it, giving him an apple and you an avocado.

Barnaby is a bit scared of you but that doesn’t stop this funny and charming puppet to give you a spider plushy.

Eddie and Frank work on a blanket for you, a quilt with everyone’s color scheme.

So now you don’t feel out of place.

You’re home.

#welcome home #welcome home x reader #howdy x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home eddie #welcome home howdy #welcome home fanfic #welcome home poppy #welcome home frank #welcome home julie #welcome home sally #welcome home barnaby

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sapnapmybeloved006 · 1 year

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playing minecraft with dtqk (seperate) on stream but if they die then reader does their makeup

This is amazing😍

Minecraft but... When I die Y/N gets to do another step of my makeup!

Dream

"Run run, doge and weave. I fucking hate skeletons." He was freaking out, already having on foundation, concealer, and contour.

"Haha, don't freak out to much, you'll smudge my masterpie- EYEBROW TIME!!"

"NO! I DIDN'T SEE THE DROP😭"

"Oh you're fine, c'mere baby" I had to pull him to face me.

"I hate this stupid game🥺"

"It's okay honey, at least you look fabulous"

"Thank you Y/N"

George

It took so long to convince him to do this challenge. He hadn't died yet and it's been so long, you were shocked."Oh shit, oh shit, baby zomb-"

"FINALLY! YES! C'MERE" you wiggled a bit clapping your hand together then getting the foundation ready.

"It's always the stupid ass baby zombies! Oh shut up chat, I did not do it on purpose!"

Sapnap

I love being close to them in any way shape or form so if that means letting them do my makeup when I die then so be it😤 I had died so many times and it's only been 30 minutes, I still had another hour of this😧.

"You look so pretty Nicky! I love that color eyeshadow on you."

"Thank you Y/N, I appreciate you doing this for me, even if I can already feel the crazy amount of break outs I'm gonna have from this."

Karl

You felt it was only right since you did one where he painted a different nail every time you died. They actually came out decent but had 2 left once you beat the game so he just put his swirl on them🥰

"Hey baby? Can I have purple for the eyes?"

"Of course my love. What lipstick?"

"Hey! I might not die that many times☹️"

He died that many times😂💅

Alex

He pretended to hate every waking second of it even though he was loving it.

"You're almost done and you've only died twice! Not fair. You're usually so bad 😞"

"Yeah well I don't want to feel like I've been caked at a birthday party."

"Oh c'mon Q, you know you love it!"

"Do not, c'mon c'mon! YES"

"NO! HOW!!"

He ended up beating the game before you really had the chance to beat his face. After it ended he let you finish anyways.

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #gnf #karl jacobs #sapnap #dream #quackity #gnf x reader #quackity headcannons #sapnap x reader

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sessakag · 6 days

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Since guest reviews aren’t allowed at the moment I hope you don’t mind me commandeering your ask box for fic commenting purposes-🍥☀️🍥☀️ (Butterfly chapter 10)

[Her puffy eyes shifted to that part of her Naruto had touched, peering hard at her flesh as though her eyes could detect a spectrum of light that would reveal the shape and color of the warmth his hand had left on hers.] I’m not articulate enough to express why certain lines hit for me beyond saying “wow I really liked that!” so, wow I really liked that!

Hinata cataloging her physiological responses to Naruto made me smile a lot ❤️. Someone help our girl out and explain what a crush is.

Also!!! “Naruto-flutters” is THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺. When I saw that phrase I had to walk it off as if I was experiencing them myself.

But the part of the chapter that really got me was Hinata experiencing the feeling of safety for the first time. Goddddddd I have so many emotions about that. Honestly as I type this out, I’m tearing up again. [As though there was a shield between her and the things that hurt.] Like????????? This is too much for me 😭.

I have a pretty huge trust kink and the feeling of safety is such a large part of that so you really hit all the right buttons for me. It’s devastating that the reason Hinata isn’t aware of what safety feels like comes from the people who should most have wanted to keep her safe ☹️. But it’s also beautiful seeing her get to experience it with Naruto. I’m so happy for her 💕💕💕💕. Hinata’s panicked response at almost losing that feeling was heartbreaking, but at the same time I’m delighted at how that speaks to her growing affection and need for Naruto.

Sai mention!!! Sai is soooo underrated in my opinion. I have such a soft spot for him. Him interacting with Hinata will either be a huge disaster or a shocking success, with no in between. I love that for him 💕. His bluntness is really reassuring in some ways, and if nothing else, Hinata can’t possibly feel like a social disaster when compared to him 😭. Sai and Hinata being art buddies would be cute! Hopefully they get to interact soon and well.

[Smiling wasn’t the only thing she couldn’t remember doing, laughing was another. Naruto was a well of new experiences for her, and the urge to laugh was one of those newfound, slowly developing experiences he was slowly coaxing from her.] 💔💔💔💕💕💕. Here’s to hoping for many more new experiences together 🙏.

Shikamaru!!!! Another favorite of mine 🥰. I love how cool he was about Hinata’s stutter, to the point of not even mentioning it even though he was aware of it. That’s so very him.

[“How the hell do you know about that?!” Naruto finally burst, piercing the stunned silence, scaring her in the process, though he was too caught up in giving his friend the third degree to notice.] Hmmmmmmn Naruto does get aggressively loud sometimes and I can imagine how scary that must be for Hinata. I wonder if we’ll be seeing more of this situation 👀👀👀.

Hinata hesitating to join in on the conversation was painful and relatable, but I’m so proud she did 💕. She is just as much an inspiration here as Naruto was for her in canon. I hope next time she’ll be able to ask Kurenai for what she wants. Small steps but she’ll get there 💪💪💪.

I’m so curious about Naruto’s pov on the whole court appointed guardian thing. Does he get the full implications of what that means for Hinata and her home life? I feel like at that age hearing something like that, I wouldn’t have wanted to think too deeply into it. But also I’m pretty far removed from high school now so who knows 😂.

The Kurenai-Minato relationship is an interesting one! I wonder if it’ll lead to some fun interactions.

Excellent chapter as usual, thanks for writing.

Of course, as soon as you drop a review, AO3 turned comments back on, lol. But thanks so much for dropping it here! You're one of the ones I was so upset about possibly missing out on! 😭But the crisis is over for now it seems, so you are free to comment again! 💕which I am sooooo happy about! I like getting messages here, but I prefer them on the story that way I can go back and reread them again and again 🙈 when I need a boost to keep going 💪🏾Writing is tough work 😤

Funny thing about this line: [Her puffy eyes shifted to that part of her Naruto had touched, peering hard at her flesh as though her eyes could detect a spectrum of light that would reveal the shape and color of the warmth his hand had left on hers.] It's a Byakugan reference🤭

Right! Poor Hina is clueless, lol. I've been wanting Hinata to switch place with Naruto in a story for a while, having her unable to recognize her own feelings like canon Naruto struggled. I think it's really cute 🙈💕Probably not the reason for her lack of emotional acuity but the concept of it.

Naruto-flutters are so adorable to me too, and it's like ahhhh, omg Hinata do you know what those little flutters mean???🙈she doesn't of course and somehow that makes it even cuter!! 💕💕

Riiiiiiggggghhhtttt, like I love Naruto making her feel all safe, and it hits so much harder because he has no idea what he's truly giving this girl! Like how much he's shining down on this poor wilting water lily🥹💞

Lmao, that is so true! Either Hinata is gonna get a new friend or Naruto's gonna upper cut him through the school roof🙈let's hope Sai makes a wise decision🤭Art buddies would be so adorable! Though Sai would definitely be brutally honest and who knows how Hinata will take that🙈

Here's to more new experiences! 💕💕

Shikamaru's so chill and go with the flow, he was the perfect first initiation into socializing outside Naruto🥰

I cannot express how hype and excited I get when readers catch those little details I put in there🤩Naruto is indeed a very loud, pretty liberally aggressive guy. Perhaps that will factor in again later🫢Naruto's learning gentleness and patience, but maybe there's a few more tricks Hinata can teach him 🤭

Right! And that's what I wanted to get across with Butterfly! Strength is subjective, it's not a one size fits all, and every obstacle a person overcomes is just as important than any other obstacle whether its physical, mental, emotional, psychological, whatever! Hinata struggles with things others take for granted, but she keeps trying, and that's not weakness, that's strength, bravery, determination and just as you said, just as inspiring as Naruto! 😤

He'll revisit the convo about it at some point, don't worry! Its very reminiscent of his past self though, when he was a boy in the woods and didn't really understand the significance of his meeting with Hinata🥹

Kurenai-Minato may or may not have more significance later on, we shall see 🤭

Lovely comment!! Thank you sooo much for coming through!! You are really one of the people I cannot wait to hear from! 🙈you truly make my day!!💕always so thorough and detailed, I love seeing your reactions and being privy to your thoughts on the chapter, and you're consistent support and you don't know how much that means to me 😭Thank you sooooo much!!🦋💕

#Butterfly 🦋#review #naruhina #I love you anon!! 😍#ask #answer

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choccyhearts · 1 year

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Dating Argyle Headcanons

Note: These are just some random thoughts I need written lol

CW: Fluff <3 fem!reader (mainly just feminine adjacent things, so no pronouns used)

Argyle would be such a sweet boyfriend🥺

He is not ashamed to hold your purse if you leave to go the bathroom or something

Doesn't matter what color, shape or size, he's putting it on his shoulder and chilling

Would probably make a joke like, "Does this match my outfit🤨?"

If you have long nails, I just know he loves feeling them run through his hair when you're cuddling

And he's willing to do things for you when you have your nails long -- "Here, lemme open it for you, don't want you to break a nail, dude", "Aht! Aht! Here! I can roll, you just sit back and look gorgeous", "I'll hold that for you, don't even lift a finger"

He would be willing to join you at your nail or hair appointments, only giving his opinion when you ask for it

Like if you ask which color your nails should be: "Hmm, well that one compliments your eyes....but that one matches the season...."

He also likes hearing the ladies at the salon gossip:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk....Shannon, you deserve better! Next time he's late, don't even answer his calls. Show him you think about him even less than he does you!", "...And she said that to your face!?👀", "Wait...is this the sister with the knee problem or the one who moved to New York?"

Argyle definitely enjoys clothes shopping, I just know it!

Doesn't matter if it's for you to get clothes or for him:

"Alright, babe, what do you think? Is this too similar to the shirt I wore to Jonathan's birthday party?", "Wooaaah!! These pants are sick! Babe, babe! They even have your size!! We could match!", "Okay, now turn...hm, other way...and turn again...okay, yeah, I'm messin' with you, I just like looking at you. But, yeah, that dress is coming with us"

If you like cooking and/or baking he'll happily try out new recipes with you:

"Where's the tablespoon? Wait, hold on, why do we need that big of a measurement? That's not right, it's gonna be too garlicy!", "Mmm, that's the best chocolate icing I've ever tried, good job!", "You know what this would pair really well with...?"

Being cold around him is a pretty rare occurrence

He'll give you a nice big bear hug, holding you until you're warmed up

That being said, I think Argyle only likes minimal PDA

Cheek kisses, hand holding, hugs goodbye or for warmth, an arm slung over your shoulders or back of your chair, that's about as much as he does around others

Not to say he won't ask for you to step aside for a smooch

But in private, he's up for cuddle sessions that last for hours, lots of kisses everywhere, and he loooves hand holding so much

He'd hold your hand forever if he could

I think he's a "secret" romantic

And by secret, I mean that side of him is just for you

He likes to plan dates, even if it's just making pizza for you and lighting some candles

He's up for taking romantic bubble baths together and loves long car drives with you

He also loves to just sit in the back of his van with you and cuddle, just enjoying your presence

If you have long hair too, he's gonna play with it and braid it

He likes when you're in the bath together and you let him shampoo your hair

And I just know he can give you an amazing massage

Those hands just look like they'd feel amazing🤤

And trust, he's fine with listening to you rant

If you just need someone to listen to you he's always your go to because he'll offer advice if you ask but will also sit quietly

And he's always taking your side, ofc

He's loyal af

And he's def the type of boyfriend where when you say,

"Gasp! Don't look now, but-"

He moves his entire body around to look at who you're talking about, no subtly at all

He also probably puts on a "nice act" around people you both don't like and comes back to you, muttering under his breath, "Ugh, what fucking losers"

If you can't reach certain things, he'll offer to reach up and get them for you

Unless of course you want to feel independent, in which case he'll hold you up by the waist and lift you up,,, orrrr, will make your own little step stool😭

He would just be such a sweetheart, I need him so bad😭😭😭😭😭

#argyle #argyle x reader #argyle stranger things #stranger things #st4

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rowiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Hello there ! I would like to ask for a match-up please♡ <:) possibly with TFP Autobots or Cons (only if you feel like doing it♡)

My name is Michaela and i'm 19. My height is 5'3 (159cm) and i am a ginger with mid long hair, freckles all over my face and honey brown colored eyes. My skin is pretty pale so i ususally wear light colored clothes like soft green and cream colored shirts (i mostly wear very baggy clothes cause i'm pretty slim) etc.♡ ^^

I'd say i'm pretty calm/shy person but sometimes my zoomies hit in and i have the urge to run around and playfight with anyone and anything i see (i love playfighting) :D i also very much enjoy spiritual conversations, stargazing, playing games and i'm also a sucker for atronomy. I love learning all about space. I'm pretty loyal and affectionate (ahem touch starved ahem) person what comes to friends and family i'm very protective of them. I am used to helping people so of course if you ask me for any help or anything in particular i am here to help. <3 I often try to play things cool and calm when anything bad happens but i am actualy screaming on the inside. I'm very careful and fearfull. I'm also trying to be open minded as much as possible and kind to everyone as long as they are kind to me back. I am basically your mirror. I also LOVE animals. Mostly parrots😭❤️ they are just so adorable when they show you affection🥺 the type of person when they see a random cat on street to stop by and just pet it or any animal😭❤️

Now what comes to my body i have a pear shaped body with pretty thin waist and a lot of small and big marks all over my arms, hands and legs. I sadly suffer from asthma so i need my inhaler at all costs if i ever get a asthma attack <:/ i am also lactose intolerant so milk is another no no for me. I rather spend time indoors but still i'm open minded for a nice car ride to any lake or water. I love swimming especially in sea.^^♡♡ my fav colors are orange, yellow, turquoise, black, soft green and white♡

I think that's all. I apologize if this is chaotic but i've never wrote a request :( i hope it's not too much♡♡ if you couldn't come up with anything feel free not to write anything at all <3 thank you so so much !♡♡♡♡

A daily note to take care of yourself, to drink water and eat enough food to keep yourself healthy !♡ ^^

I match you with: Optimus Prime!

You met Optimus during a Decepticon attack. You of course were taken to the base and assigned a guardian- Optimus Prime himself. Optimus first kept you at a distance, not wanting to get too close to you in fear you’d be used against him by the Decepticons.

One day when Optimus was driving you home you yelled at him to stop. You were both in a secluded area out in the country. You jumped out of his cab as soon as he came to a stop and squealed in delight. He transformed thinking something was wrong but saw you looking at the sky.

“What are you looking at?” Optimus asked.

“The stars, the moon- everything.” You sighed happily. “In the cities, the smog makes it hard to see the stars. Here, you can see everything. It’s amazing.”

Optimus looked at you in awe, then to the sky. He’d forgotten what it was like to just enjoy the wonders of the world. He sat down and looked down when he felt something on his hand. You were cuddling to him for warmth as you fell asleep. He made sure that you got home safely, even going as far as placing you gently in your bed from your open window.

Optimus began taking you on regular trips to see things you liked. One time he took you to the ocean so you could play in the water. You didn’t care you were missing your swimsuit and simply ran in head first. Ratchet later scolded you when you got sick.

One day he took you to the jungle to see some monkeys and parrots, and you ended up being attacked by a tiger. He quickly scooped you into his hand and away from the tiger trying to eat you.

When you started to breathe oddly after the tiger attack, he ran to Ratchet. Ratchet shook his head at you and handed you your inhaler. Optimus asked you what it was, and Ratchet explained. Optimus was concerned and began treating you even more like precious glass.

When it came to Decepticons, you were very cautious. You would always run and hide and call the base. One day a Vehicon scooped you up to hold you hostage against the Prime and you were terrified. You were frozen in their servo while they mocked Optimus.

“Let them go!” Arcee growled out.

“Fat chance Autobot scum!” They squeeze you tighter and you begin to panic. Your asthma begins to act up and the Vehicon looks down at you in confusion. “Is it broken?”

Bumblebee takes the opportunity to slam into the Decepticon and snatch your body flying through the air. The rest of the Autobots quickly defeat the Vehicons and take you back to base to get your inhaler. From that moment on, Optimus was so scared you’d die before he could confess his feelings.

Optimus picked you up and placed you on his shoulder as he went to the top of the base. He sat down and offered his hands to climb on. He looked down at you with love. “I… must confess something.”

You looked up with a knowing expression. “I love you too, Optimus.”

The shock on his face was priceless. He then smiled softly, pulling you closer to his face. “Thank you, little star.”

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trills-n-clicks · 27 days

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Captain Trilps "Spider" Locket

Mainly going by Spider, but Trilps by close friends in private, she's the captain of TF Arach.

NONE OF THIS INFORMATION IS OF ACTUAL PEOPLE, SOME DETAILS ARE TAKEN FROM MYSELF BUT IT IS NOT BASED ON ME!!!

TF Arach Masterlist

DOB: August 27th, 1987. [36 years old]

Relationships: ↓

Livia Locket- Wife <alive> {Took Trilps last name}

Dorothy Locket- Mother <dead>

Anderson Millard- Father <dead>

/////// ///////- Uncle (Fathers side) <alive> {he's bed ridden :'(}

//////// Locket- Nephew (Mother's side) <alive>

Alice /////////- Niece (Fathers side) <alive>

Renee Locket-Millard- Brother <alive>

Sally Millard- Sister <alive>

Molly ////////- Goddaughter <dead>

Physical details: ↓

Head: Dark brown, collarbone height, kinda wavy (1C-2A) hair(she tucks he bangs behind her ears, otherwise they would be flat bangs hanging low). Dark indigo downturned and close-set eyes. Bulbous nose with a slight upturn. She has a heavy lower lip and a rounded square face shape.

Body: Mesomorphic, Apple shape. Large hips smaller bust, kinda like a Mama bod, my queen 🥺

Marks (scars, birthmarks, tattoos, missing limbs, etc.): Her left leg has a sleeve tattoo from half up thigh to ankle, designs are about flowers, chains, ice(trauma~~) and some little hints of hospital equipment used in a virus ward(gloves, goggles, hazard stuff etc.). She has no birthmark. She's got some scarring from cuts on her forearms and calves from interrogations and torture, Hypothermia scarring across her shoulder blades, down her back and bit and up her nape from her childhood(her mother was a bitch). A scar across her nose from a narrowly missed bullet. And a dot on her lower forehead(Taken from Chim in the LA 911 tv show) from a building collapse. Her only missing limb is a chunk of her right ear from bomb shrapnel. She has dimple piercings and a belly button ring.

Other (height & weight stuff, skintone, nationality, etc.): Her skintone is white with a slight tan, freckles and moles scattered about. She's Australian and has a strong origin in America, CA. He parents were from there and moved before she was conceived, so she was growing up in Australia. She is 6'1" (1.84m) and weighs 198lbs (89.8 kg). The only way I can describe her clothing style is simply grandma core, ugly sweaters, gardening cargo pants, and she loves her wood pendant jewelry. Keeps one on the chain with her dog tags.

Personality details: ↓

She's an open pansexual but is not on the ace or around spectrum. She is a cis woman, but struggles with gender dysphoria sometimes. She finds light purples like lavender quite pretty but will not admit that if there's a pretty red dress, she will try it on. Outside people describe her as passive aggressive, fast paced in both mind and body, and sweet. People she knows well however, describe her as snarky, a great topic changer, and loving. She is an ambivert, meaning basically that she needs interaction to function but needs isolation as well or else she begins disassociating and that never turns out well (haha trauma :') ). She's a bit of a picky eater and tends to herd towards fruity things like pies or fruit salad (her favorite food). She does have mental disorders, including PTSD and post-stockholm(?) basically she used to have Stockholm Syndrome but was saved and recovered (kinda).

And Military info!: ↓

She joined in 2005 at 18 years old, and was transferred to be in the SNS 5 years after joining. She has skills in Covert ops, Undercover missions, Hand to hand and knife combat, handgun techniques, and hostage rescue. But she has difficulties in longer range combat like sniper techniques, along with being a hostage, and trying to resist brainwashing if her captors know the techniques to use.

Basic picture using gacha (I use it to visualize what they will look like with color)

And I will insert a photo I drew below (it will not have color)

This is her second design as the first was not accurate to the way I saw her

I'm sorry if it's too long, read if you want but you really don't have to, she will be basically described in the fic.

#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mwii #call of duty #call of duty oc #call of duty original character #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #cod oc art #cod ocs #cod original character #cod oc #mw2 oc #mw2 #mwii #mwii oc #Trill's OCs!

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Shark, it's the 10th anniversary of Peaky today (12 Sept) and I was hoping you'd share the top 10 things you (or Heaven 😇) adore about Arthur!

Oh Lee!! Thank you for the question and Happy 10th year anniversary to Peaky Blinders! 🤭🖤 I’ll go with my own ten favorite things — and Heaven will probably agree with me anyway! 🙃

1. I particularly love Arthur’s eyes. They have such a beautiful color, adorable shape and… The fuck he has does lashes? They got me WEAK. Like, I don’t know if I’m the only one who has noticed it but he has the prettiest lashes. Moreover, his eyes are overall super soft and expressive.

2. The freckles. I nearly died at the bathroom scene because of how many freckles he has and how stunning they make him look. They are like… Hundreds of constellations on his skin.

3. This one is weird ‘cause that’s not the body type I look for in a man but… God I love that lanky, super slim silhouette of his. He’s all legs and arms I swear. Aesthetically speaking, it enhances the character’s “weird”/ “threatening” vibes. And it makes him look adorably funny when he is in a car. ( @dearshelby will agree with me on this one 😬)

4. His voice. The gravel, loud voice does things to me each time I watch Peaky. Especially when he’s talking lower or when he whispers. Related to this, his low growls, grunts and “hmm” are hot as fuck. Pretty sure they have the power to disintegrate my clothes 🤣

5. The unhinged, ultra violent and slightly psychotic aspect of the character is the first thing that drew me. Like my fav characters of all times are Vaas from Far Cry, and Jinx from Riot Games. It has always been my favorite types, so I quite naturally fell for him because of this first. Put a crazy, unpredictable and traumatized character and you’ll summon a Shark.

6. The love he has for his family. Despite everything, Arthur is the only one in the family who said “I love you” several times to his bro/sis and the one who’s not afraid of showing affection. Even completely high in S6 he still quickly plays with the kids and say “I love you Ada”. He is also the one who never got over John's death.

7. The moment I truly fell for Arthur was after his suicide attempt though. Which leads us to this sixth feature: His vulnerability. The stark contrast between the rabid dog and the broken, sad, humiliated and fragile man made me melt. Not only it made me melt but I think it’s one of the strength of the character on top of being quite original: No one can hate Arthur despite the awful things he does. It’s even a bit frightening when we think about it.

7. Overall he’s fun and the “annoying and problematic oldest brother” vibes are strong with him. The banter with his brothers never fails to warm my heart.

8. He is into boxing? Please the skipping rope scene almost killed me, I had to dive into a pool of holy water to cleanse my soul from the obscene thoughts I had.

9. Addictions and that stupid cheating scene in the Russian orgy aside, he’s the gentlest Shelby husband. It’s undeniable: he’s the most enamored of all the brothers. When he falls in love, he falls hard and loves you until death. He has so many sweet moments with Linda. Even in S5, just before the meeting with the Shelby women, he takes a quick bite at the biscuits his wife made, turned to her and say “oh that’s good”. He is just incredibly caring.

10. How could I finish this list without mentioning his AWESOME mustache? Yes, I said it, the mustache looks super hot on him and I don’t want to hear otherwise. I just want to kiss it and also feel it against my skin. 🥺

#Arthur Shelby #peaky blinders #arthur shelby fluff #Peaky blinders imagine #Paul Anderson #Shark talks

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