Echo: Did you just fall?

Fives: I attacked the floor

Echo: Backwards?

Fives: I am that kriffing talented!

Rex, a tired dad: I should have chosen Waxer and Boil and left you two with Cody

Echo: :(

Fives: But you didn’t *grins*

Meanwhile…

Cody: WAXER!!!! BOIL!!!! WHY IS SPAGHETTI IN THE CAF MACHINE?!

Waxer: To get a quick meal, duh?

Boil: Sir… your eye is twitching. You should let Helix check. It’s very irritating

Wooley: It’s the caf withdrawal *drinks his cup of spaghetti *

Cody: Run

Stitch togethers from MVs which apparently took me forever to post

Ok soooo apparently the last stitch togethers I posted were back in November and by the way I had made these months ago and for whatever reason I never posted them???? I still have more so ok here’s the edits I never posted

Original stitch togethers under the cut in case you haven’t seen them

Could I make a request for Andre, JR, Brett and Alpha-Beta giving Reader a massage? SFW or NSFW, whatever you prefer. Thanks!!

HOW HAVE I NEVER DONE AN ASK LIKE THIS BEFORE??? OMG???

NSFW!! There's Horny Little Elements mixed in so,, you have been warned. Brief drug mention.

Andre

OKAY he isn't. that strong. bc nobody uses that amount of drugs is going to have stable muscle mass.

That doesn't mean he gives bad massages!! They're very nice, it's just,, he's not gonna be very 'milking the stress out of your bones' type of squeezes??

His massages are moreso,, Nice Sensory Experiences <33 than actually working knots out,

Lots of thumbs and thumb circles!! Gives hand n foot massages.

He does also jump around a lot from section to section?? Like he’ll get an Idea and give up on your back to work on your legs before swapping up to shoulders to etc, etc. Keeps you on your toes.

I've mentioned before that,, I feel like he'd enjoy Super Slick Lubricated Oily sex?? So like <333 massages absolutely lead in so nicely to that.

Literally just say the word, he’ll slip himself right in, don’t even worry babe <3

is it all a bit messy? yes, but it’s also a blast, so it balances out!!

JR

He has Weird Cold Little Gecko Hands (affectionate), so it's a very,, interesting experience!!

While it would definitely be easier to just,, hire a masseuse,, and probably more pleasurable for you,,,,,, sometimes it is nice to indulge <33

JUST. THE FANCIEST OILS. Super smooth, lightly scented, you can feel it soaking into your skin. You're gonna feel all soft for a solid week after.

He doesn’t have a lot of experience giving massages, but he has plenty in getting massages!! So he isn’t completely hopeless, thank you MSNDMS

His hands aren’t too strong overall, so it’s mostly fingers? swirling his 

Yes hes gonna grab your tiddies a little. sorry they’re right there and he’s such a weasel, you’re getting groped a little bit <3

ass too!! little ticklish touches, plenty of squeezing <3 he also really likes hearing you squeal in surprise. it’s cute, sue him.

he isn’t too much of a bastard though - if you’re properly starting to fall asleep, he’ll keep all his touches super soft <33 to lull you

Brett

OH HIS HANDS ARE SO BIG <333 like properly clunky hands, super clumsy most of the time, but it makes him really good for massages!!

He doesn't have a lot of experience giving them, since he hasn't had that many long-term relationships, or opportunities to give massages.

but he's super eager!!!

Lots of cooing!! Like just,, these soft hums and giggles as you soften into his touch. It’s so sweet, he loves seeing you all dozey and happy!!

He always rubs the oil in his hands first to make sure nothings too cold!! It also means. he ends up having Oil Trails down his hands msndsmd

He’s a little more gentle at first, cause he knows he’s strong and he doesn’t wanna pull something or push too hard!! Once he gets a hang of it though, it’s fantastically firm

Not so rough as to be painful, just the perfect amount of pressure to make you all loose and sweet in his arms!!

He might,, ask if you two can Do Something (tm) if you start making noises? Like little hums and gasps are gonna get him GOING

A.B

oh you KNOW he gives mind-blowing massages. This man will fucking. balance your humours. realign your bones. fix your syndromes don’t even worry smsmdnsdmsnd.

He's a robot babey he can make it all perfect!!!!!!!! <333!!!!!!

It's all palms in the best way - he'll press them into the base of your back and drag them up, like he's pushing the stress right out of you. No more bones, you are mush.

Sometimes. he’s a little too rough. sorry MSNDMSD he’s very strong, and also a little stubborn about how If You Didn’t Squirm So Much, It Wouldn’t Hurt, etc, etc.

Since Reagan had to make sure they'd pass any fingerprint scanners he might encounter, he’s got lots of detail in his hands. Ofc that's pretty useless to him now, but it means there's plenty of delightful texture <33

Old man hands babey!! He’s got those DILF hands!!

He's very. Idk how to describe it.

Grabby? Lets go with grabby MSNDMSN lots of little squeezes 

It'll start as just shoulders and then 'oh, let me get this off you so I have better access' to 'well your feet must be so sore' and before you know it,, you have been undressed. bastard man.

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A/N: @iamvegorott and I tossed around some interactions when Phantom finds Mare wearing reading glasses, and I compiled them into a funny little scene.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, Mad and Mare were relaxing on opposite ends of the couch with their legs tangled together in the centre reading. Occasionally, Mad or Mare would peek over their reading material and smile at seeing the other in reading glasses, hearts warming at how lovely they looked.

“Mare, I gotta talk to you about Jackie—” Phantom disrupted the tranquil silence by bursting through the front door and calling out before stopping and looking at the couple on the couch. His gaze flicked between Mad and Mare, frowning at the accessories on their faces, then moved forward and leaned on the back of the couch.

“I can’t tell who’s the nerd,” he joked, peering at the books in the guys’ hands and letting out a laugh. “Even the books are nerdy. Who are you, and what have you done to my brother?”

“Shut up, Phan,” Mare said, closing his book and lightly tapping Phantom’s elbow with it. “The glasses make it easier to read things, and Mad likes it.” He frowned when Phantom poked the glasses before pulling them off, setting them on the armrest and squinting at Mare.

“I thought you were supposed to corrupt Mad, not join him in his nerdiness,” Phantom said with a groan, dramatically dropping his head and turning it to look at Mad. “You’ve taken my brother from me! How am I supposed to play pranks on people now?”

“Phan, Mare looks so smart in glasses,” Mad said, whipping off his own glasses so he wasn’t seeing a fuzzy image of Phantom.

“And hot,” Mare added with a wink at Mad, nudging his knee.

“That too,” Mad agreed with a blush, resting his cheek on the back of the couch.

“Oh, gross,” Phantom groaned again, sliding off the back of the couch and heading for the door. “I’m going back to Jackie. Whatever’s going on with him is so much better than you two and your sickening sweetness. Go back to being nerds, call me when you’re done.”

“Don’t expect a call anytime soon, then!” Mare called after Phantom, laughing when the front door slammed shut. “You really think I look smart in these?” he asked Mad, slipping the glasses back on and watching as Mad blushed harder.

“Y-You look like a college professor in those glasses,” he stammered, cringing almost immediately once the words left his mouth. “I-I mean, like, you look clever, like you could be teaching classes at college – oh god, I made it weird, didn’t I?”

“Come here,” Mare laughed, holding his arms out for Mad to cuddle into, lying almost on top of Mare. “You are simply adorable when you’re fumbling to explain something you said in the heat of the moment. I swear I’ve never felt so much love for someone before.”

“Even when I can’t say something to make you blush?” Mad asked, lifting his head to look at Mare, cuddling closer when Mare just smiled and held his tighter.

“Even then,” Mare confirmed, taking off his glasses and tossing them onto the coffee table before kissing the top of Mad’s head. “Especially when you can’t give a compliment that has the intended effect you wanted. That’s part of why I love you.”

“Phantom was joking when he said you were supposed to ‘corrupt’ me, right?” Mad asked after a pause, frowning when Mare just laughed and held him even tighter, shaking his head and nuzzling into Mare’s chest instead of pressing for an answer.

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@brokentimewatch

One thing I’ve never been able to explain is the intense Deja Vu that hits me. Sometimes I’ll go months without this. On bad days. Hours, minutes. I wonder if it’s a part of my dissociation issues.

But be it in a dream or my past. I have lived this exact moment i just had. Same outfit, same hair, glasses smudged the same, object in hand, music in earbuds. Same train of thought, feeling something of importance with one of my current best friends. Something of so much importance, the results of me forgetting again will be catastrophic.

But no? Last time I had this specific instance, I didn’t have this shirt, or even similar hair. I wasn’t even close to this friend. But it was the exact same feeling, same time of year. I can place it nearly down to the day three years ago when my thoughts went along the same path and I feel like I have lived this moment dozens of times.

Or yesterday's experience at work? Hit me so hard in the middle of making a drink I had never heard of before in my whole almost two months of being a barista. But I stood there, almost nauseous, but I knew the drink. I’d never heard of it. But I checked with the recipe and I had everything correct down to the slightest detail. I had no prior knowledge of the drink, especially since it was some complicated seasonal thing.

Or years ago, one of my first actual conversations with the almost girlfriend. Had to step away mid sentence because I was so convinced that no, we had that conversation just days earlier down to the exact word, down to that exact same dorky smile she’s given me since day one.

Having to open MGS5 periodically even though i can't play while my hand is sore, because if i don't Ocelot will get sooo so sad and upset about being left alone and will start clawing the furniture and making Remarks at me when next i open the game

So I tried to draw styx and then an animal skull for practice

It turned out shit but eh

I'm bad at art

hmm i dunno boss that looks pretty good to me especially for someone claiming they're not an artist s:I kinda suspicious u might be an artist i think S:7 u might have caught the art germs

Why do I always get the worst fanfic ideas istg and they always have to be a crossover between LL and whatever new media I'm addicted to

So here's my newest dumb idea

Overwatch x LL crossover where a bunch of human garde form Overwatch when they see how hg are treated by regular humans. After a couple months of working together they see how hard it is to keep track of everything that's going on in the world so they decide to recruit someone more powerful - Five.

jamie u r my folklore mutual.... do u know anything about slavic creation myths???

quite embarrassed to admit that i unfortunately in fact am not! you could ask me about norse creation myths although i assume you probably already know about all that

anyone else here went looking for a creation myth ended up with a pair of cracked lips or is it just me and phoebe bridgers

but i did find this article (it’s 40 pages long)

quick n vague sketch of what ymumy's ship probably looks like on the inside!

you ever get deja vu that’s so fucking violent you just gotta sit for a minute to recover. yeah.

know this one person (person A) who along with their bf (person B) is besties with my roommates and we’ve all been hanging out lately and i get along really well person B and have had some good chats with A but i’m convinced that A hates me because i added them on facebook and it’s been a couple weeks with no acceptance

Sneak Peak Part V - Web of Eternal Dawn

“Drop the child, Miguel.” the figure warns.

With an unimpressed raise of his brow, Miguel retorts, “Go home, Miles.”

Gabriel, now more settled, looks up at Miguel with adoring eyes, already halfway back to sleep. But Miles’ persistent voice booms through the little room. "Miguel, step the fuck back from the baby, and let's settle this outside. NOW."

"Kid, this isn't a fight you wanna fight," Miguel warns, gently lowering the now sleeping Gabriel back into his crib.

But just as the situation seems to have reached a tense standoff, the door bursts open, revealing you, fully clad in your spider-suit, ready to fight, fury painted on every feature. Flashbacks of the past, filled with anger, pain, and fear, cloud your vision upon seeing Miguel bending over your son.

"Sunny, I can explain—" Miguel starts, but your  reaction is swift. With a well-aimed web, you pin him to the nearby wall, rendering him immobile. Miles, clearly taken aback by your rapid response, stammers, “He... uh... was trying to... take Gabriel again. I saw it?”

Miguel's eyes, though pinned, glitter dangerously. “Cut the crap, kid.”

You had heard enough, and you fired webs at his mouth, silencing him. Standing tall, you demand, “What the hell is going on?”

Your heart hammers against your ribcage, an overpowering nausea threatening to bring you to your knees. Not again, you beg internally, this can't be happening again. The biting sensation of deja vu feels like a punch to the gut. 

As if reading your panic, Miles lifts his hands in a placating gesture, but your focus narrows solely on your sleeping baby, peacefully oblivious to the tension in the room. Swiftly, you cross the distance to his crib, gently scooping him up, trying your hardest not to stir him. Every instinct screams at you to get away, to protect your child from the unpredictable scene.

You barely register Miles' words of apology or his attempt to follow, reacting instinctively by sending a web in his direction, narrowly missing him and instead encasing Miguel against the wall. With him momentarily restrained, you leave the room.

Miguel, however, almost effortlessly shrugs off the sticky restraints, ripping the webbing from his face. He's pissed, furious even, seething at the situation. Anger boils at the goddamn circumstances, but above all, his ire is directed at this noisy kid. Damn, Miles, can't he just go bother someone else? This isn't his fucking business. It's his mess to fix, his responsibility, and he needs to make things right. Why does Miles have to complicate things even more?

With a tension thick enough to cut, Miguel turns to Miles, "What do you want, kid?"

Miles, glares defiantly, his voice dripping with loathing. "You, gone. Either in some forsaken universe or dead."

Miguel sighs, running a hand down his face, his weariness evident. "Fine, do whatever you wish. Kill me, banish me, torture me. Whatever your little heart desires. Let me first make sure that they are safe. I won't fight you, Miles.”

Miles pauses, disbelief flashing across his face. "You serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Miguel retorts, his gaze piercing.

Miles takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "You're a monster, Miguel. Maybe not a murderer, but still a monster."

"I know what I am." Miguel admits, his voice breaking ever so slightly and without looking back leaving Miles speechless.

Miguel hesitated at the window, on the precipice of leaving. But something - be it fate, spider-sense, or sheer reckless longing - pulled him back. He silently treaded through the apartment, drawn to a soft melodic voice.

There, in the dim room, you stood. Without your mask, vulnerability framed your features, eyes closed, a cascade of hair down your shoulder.

 You swayed gently, singing a lullaby, with little Gabriel secure in your embrace, his breathing even and deep. This sight, so full of love and tenderness, tore through Miguel. It was a clear representation of everything he yearned for, of the life that slipped through his fingers, so vivid he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

His heart ached, thinking of the life they could've shared, of waking up to this exact scene every day, of being a part of this little family. The regret was suffocating him in its weight.

You sensed him before you heard him, before you smelled his perfume, warm and woody with a hint of something spicy. He smelled like the shower gel he uses when you both took long showers, the walks you used to take in the woods on Earth 99, discussing plans for the HQ, but you just enjoyed holding his hand. He also smelled like your pillows after he disappeared in the morning, a scent tinged with abandonment. He smelled like a thousand things you couldn’t place, but foremost, he smelled like one thing, and you just hated that thought. Home. 

You finally broke the silence, your voice soft and wearied. "What are you doing here, Miguel?"

He swallowed, voice raw. "I needed to see if you were okay."

A sad smile played on your lips. "You're too late for that."

Ahhhh, you guys are amazing! Please share your thoughts, and don't hesitate to suggest how you'd like the story to end – I might just include it! Let's turn this into a group project. I was close to giving up on the story, feeling not good enough. I love writing and creating, but anxiety often gets the best of me. Your kind messages, (which yes, I read and cherish every single one) have helped immensely. I'm so grateful and want to return all the positivity back to you. Wish I could hug each of you! ☀️

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Never going back Pt.2

Alastor x Angel Reader

Synopsis: Alastor always finds a way to get you

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Fuck Fuck FuCk

How could Adam and Lute be so fucking Naive? But you couldn’t blame them for your own mistakes with even getting involved with Alastor. You knew you should’ve ended it when it started.

When the portal opened for extermination Alastor immediately took this opportunity to sneak a tentacle through the portal. And lucky for him you were just right there watching above. Deep in thought so he took that chance to drag you back through the portal. You screamed but everyone seems busy, You tried to fly but your wings weren’t that strong.

“No, No, NO, Please I can’t go back” You cried out knowing what this means to you. You tried to yank the tentacle off you but it held you even more tighter around your thighs.

You were dragged down without being noticed to a radio tower that looks unstable. You were settled down gently as the tentacle now became ropes tied around your hands and ankles so you wouldn’t get out.

It’s funny how your getting Deja-vu this seems like the old days back again.

What felt like hours of waiting Someone slammed the door open making it no doubt Alastor but this time it was different, He was beaten down and tired from exhaustion. The ropes disappeared making you second guess if you should run or help your Ex-husband with his wounds.

You thought about it reasonably and it made sense to run, but go where? You didn’t know hell at all and you had no way of getting home.

Your emotions were all over the place but you did the unthinkable and Kneel towards him. He look up in relief with his god sickening smile as you put your hand on his cheek before humming a tune making your hands glow gold.

Once healed you backed away from him but he gripped your hand making you gasp. “Thank you my dear, i’m so glad you didn’t run from me” He said making glance anywhere but him as you turned your head.

“Why am I here Alastor?” You asked bluntly making his smile turn into a smirk as chuckles as your obliviousness. “Isn’t it obvious my darling? I had to take back what was mine at the beginning” He stated gripping your hand to force the ring you rejected from heaven back into your ring finger.

“Alastor you have to understand We can’t be together no more” You said trying to break it down to him and he knew what you were saying but he didn’t want to hear it.

You were gonna be stuck to him weather you liked it or not. He smiled sickly before snapping his fingers making some type of wind to push you in a cage fit enough with your wings. You gasped tugging the cage trying to get out.

“My Dear, we both know you can’t leave me or did you forget that we are stuck together heaven or not your bound to me. Forever” He exclaimed as tears leaked down your face as you fell on your knees while your wings covered your body.

Suddenly I had an idea for the series unwanted soul (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

what would happen if the reader encountered cursed cat Alastor and saved it the same way they saved Alastor. The cat will cling to the reader and will bite anyone who tries to get close, including Alastor him self <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

OMG!!! That's a good doodle!!!! I like calling it Bambi. (it's not like Alastor knows what Bambi means, am I right?)

Okay. 2 ways this can go. Before and after Alastor's save that you found Bambi.

If it was before finding and saving Alastor.

You would get attached to it quick. And you saved it too? It's attrached to you. The creature was something of an odd cat to you because it had the ears and tail of a deer, so you had to call it Bambi. Yup. There's nothing against you distanting yourself from animals, they were something you like when you were alive. But you never had a cat before and want one. So this was the perfect opportunity! You got it healed up quick with your powers and gave it a nice home or hospitality for a while. When it was all healed up, you opened the door and asked if it wanted to leave. You watched with bated breath as Bambi took slow steps to the opening of the door. It paused and stared at you, you thought it was saying goodbye so you waved bye to it. Then it somehow managed to close the door shut and cling to you after scaling you like a cat post. "I guess means you're staying, Bambi!" Then Alastor enters your life. You save him the same, but Alastor got annoyed when there's a cat version of himself in your care. His fixation on you was even faster and stronger when there's Bambi around you. Even worse when you showed it more affection than Alastor himself and the cat was taunting Alastor all the time.

If it was after finding and saving Alastor.

The meeting was a bit funny. There was a weird sense of deja vu when you saved the cat thing. You thought it was Alastor trying to get your attention again but in a cat form. So you picked it up and gave it a weaker healing so it wasn't dying on you. "Come on, Alastor, let's get you home." You got home and set Alastor into the sink, washing off the semi-dry blood on it. You mutter and scolded it, still thinking that it was Alastor. When the front door opened and closed, then there were quick footsteps to where you were, you got confused real quick. Turning around, you saw Alastor. "Dear! Why did you leave without me!? What if some lowly demons were preying on you?! What would I— What is that?" "I thought this was you." You blinked twice, looking at the cat in your sink. "Guess it wasn't?" Alastor was against you keeping the thing, even offended when you named it Bambi. Why does it have a cute name that doesn't match its disgusting appearance? (the pot calling the kettle black....) He was fighting for your attention already, now he has to share? No!

No matter the cases, in the end, Alastor and Bambi set aside when it comes to protecting you and making you happy. Their personalities are the same, just different forms. Their obsession is the same, you.

But when it comes to fighting for your attention and affection. All's fair in love and war.

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my beauty evokes the most intense feeling of satisfaction and fulfilment. in fact my beauty is so inconceivable that everyone gets completely starstruck when they look in my direction. they can’t stop thinking about me for days, weeks, months even after years they still have reoccurring and random feelings of deja vu whenever they see something that even in the slightest reminds them of me.

when people look into my eyes they can see galaxies and stars, they feel the past, present and future all at once. the only word that can even in the slightest describe me is angel. because that is what i am - an angel. my heart made out of pure gold. i am kind, sweet and generous. i am the greatest gift that his ever has bestowed upon earth.

nothing and no one outshines me, that is scientifically not possible because i am the star that shines the brightest. that is why people can’t help but absolutely love and adore me, i am one of my kind and people just know that they will never even in the most ancient myths and legends hear of a more heavenly, alluring beauty.

although they already know it they will spend the rest of their lifetime feverishly searching for someone or something that is even slightly similar to my image. people would travel to the moon and back just to earn a single glance from me. just one glance and their heart will be happy for the rest of their life.

i am wise beyond not only my years but centuries and millennia’s. my knowledge and talent is infinite. i am musically inclined to say the least and in truth an absolute genius. my voice brings people to tears, it brings their mind to a choir of angels in heaven, they never have and never will hear a voice more beautiful and touching. there has not been one person since the dawn of time that has made a fraction of an impact as big on the world as i have.

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