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xoxoluka · 1 month

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You comfortable with writing about reader having a semi mild belly kink towards schlatt? I just wanna feed him and take care of my tsundere teddy bear between my girlbossing times 🥰🥰💕

Only if you’re comfy ofc! ^^

yes of course! i’ve got a perfect idea for this!

"ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ"

jschlatt x fem!reader

summary: just cooking for him, like all the time. but he absolutely loves it.

warnings: fluff, reader is possibly an influencer or streamer or something

a/n: im cooking the best i can chat its past midnight (ps i don't mind the time that you send these! i'll still see them <3)

good god, it's freezing outside. you think to yourself as you reenter your shared apartment. the warmth you're met with inside allows you to shrug off your wet, rained-on jacket and hang it up on the hook, then slip off your shoes after. two sets of paws patter towards you, jambo and [REDACTED] greeting you happily at the door by rubbing up against your legs.

"hi, my babies," you coo to them, but your thoughts are interrupted by a string of profanities ringing through the walls. Jay must be streaming tonight. might as well make something warm for dinner.

you nod and travel to the kitchen, clearing a bit of counter space and pulling out the cutting board. jambo and [REDACTED] follow close behind, and sit next to the kitchen radiator as they watch you get ready to cook.

you figure you have at least two hours, if not more, until Jay is done streaming, so that should be enough to cook a warm dinner. you first pull out chicken, and put it in a pan for the oven. as the oven preheats, you get out your pot and get chicken broth out of the cabinet to bring it to a boil.

you cut up vegetables, including carrots and celery, as well as some chopped parsley. you put it all into the pot of broth, and when the chicken is done, you cut it up into cubes and toss it in as well. it smells amazing, and you add a tiny bit of onion and minced garlic into the mixture.

overall, it took about an hour and a half to cook up, which was enough time for your boyfriend to stalk his way out of his office to greet you in the kitchen.

"what'cha cookin', toots?" he asks, startling you as he wraps his arms around your midsection and rests his head on your shoulder.

"chicken soup, my mom's recipe," you giggle and rest your head on top of his as you stir the soup.

"smells fuckin' delicious," he says, standing up straight and giving you a kiss on the cheek before walking over to grab a water bottle out of the fridge. "i've got about an hour of stream left, that good for you?"

"yep, take your time baby, i'll be here." you turn to smile at him.

later, he meets you for dinner at the kitchen island. you plated the soup nicely, the fancy soup spoon and all.

he sits at the barstool next to you, where you waited for him.

"you didn't have to wait for me," he tells you, a tiny bit of confusion in his voice.

"i wanted to," you reply, a smile on your face. "you know i love eating dinner with you."

you ate mostly in silence for the rest of the time you sat, it was comfortable and warm, just like it always was with the two of you. as much as it didn't look like it on streams, or on the podcast, or to anyone you knew, it was always like this. the apartment was never rowdy or upbeat, the two of you and your cats lived comfortably and quietly with one another.

just like now, after dinner and the dishes that Jay so kindly helped you with, where you both laid in bed with the cats curled up between your legs. you laid on top of Schlatt, your head on his stomach and your arms around his torso, with jambo and [REDACTED] both curled up with each other between your intertwined legs.

it was like a quiet, quaint, happy little family. you wouldn't trade this for the world.

"i love you," you mumble, "..so much." you nuzzle into him further, wrapping your arms around him tighter, drifting off as you listen to his breathing.

"love you too, toots." he says, one of his hands coming down to caress the back of your head.

this was absolutely everything and anything you could ever want.

pls is this bad or what

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gimmethatagustd · 1 year

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lost in a heartbeat | pjm

Keeping up with your fledgling boyfriend's new sexual appetite wasn't something you'd considered when you agreed to turn him.

↳ pairing: vampire!jimin x vampire(f)!reader

↳ wc/date: 2.8k | may 2023

↳ notes: this can be read as a standalone, but it's better if you read nectar and touch me after midnight. i hope you enjoy it! i love this couple so much. i struggle to let them go. full disclosure, i did not edit this at all khsdkfjs so uhhhh. good luck.

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“My little vampy seems so needy,” Jimin speaks into the crook of your neck. He squeezes your hips and presses his face into your skin with a bit more force, the closeness of his body forcing you to step back until you are caught between him and the wall.

You feel his front teeth graze your shivering skin in a smirk as he teases you.

“Does she want daddy to help her?”

“Oh my god, Park Jimin, do not call yourself that.”

“Call myself what?”

He lifts his face from your neck long enough to stare at you with large, sparkling eyes partially obscured by his bangs. As much as you loved his pink hair, and the soft blonde it had faded into, Jimin’s naturally dark hair does something to you. The color brights out the gleam in his eyes.

Right now, you’re more focused on his tongue circling his lips - plump, perfect lips that fall into an O-shaped pout while his eyebrows furrow together. You narrow your eyes, but Jimin only grins. You know he isn’t innocent, and he knows you don’t have it in you to punish him for being bad.

And he does love to be bad.

“You know what,” you say with a loud huff. “And you’re not allowed to call me little vampy anymore.” Despite your harsh tone, you gather Jimin’s shirt into your fists and pull him against you.

“Oh really? You don’t like it?”

“You know I don’t.”

“I think you do.”

“Park Jimin.”

“So many rules…”

A bit of guilt nips at your heart, but Jimin’s mouth is wet against your collarbone, and his fingers lower to unbutton your jeans. You’re sure he didn’t mean anything by what he said, but you feel anxious anyway.

“I didn’t.”

You tilt your head slightly, confusion replacing the anxiety - if only for a moment.

“I didn’t mean anything by what I said,” he confirms, and his lips capture yours before you can scold him for reading your mind.

Jungkook had never been able to do that - read your mind. Sure, you and your ex-boyfriend could once sense each other’s emotions, and Jungkook even had hypnotic-like power over you. It’s not unusual, just the mental and emotional bond vampires form when they feed off each other.

The moment you sired Jimin, the bond with Jungkook was severed for good. This new sire bond with your boyfriend is so, so different, though.

For starters, he can read your mind.

That’s one of the rules - no reading your mind without your permission.

Jimin says it’s hard, though. Little whispers of your thoughts flit through his head, and he has trouble stopping them, especially when you’re upset.

Like now. With all the rules. You can’t help it. Being a new vampire means Jimin has to learn the rules of how to exist in the world in a new way. Even you’re trying to figure shit out for the first time; you’d been born a vampire. So all of this is new for you, too.

Your thoughts are distracted by the moan you instinctually growl from the back of your throat when Jimin slides his hand inside your underwear. You rest your face against his chest and continue to squeeze his shirt in your fists. His fingers are cold; of course, they are. You’ve yet to get used to this new body temperature, although he didn’t feel as cold to you as he will feel toward a human. Your cool temperatures seem to balance out well.

You gently press your lips against his skin to kiss and suck his collarbone. Your head falls back against the wall Jimin has you shoved against when you feel his knee spread your legs apart further so he can pump his fingers into you more forcefully. Even from the beginning, Jimin knew how to find the spot that would have you shaking in his hand.

“Fuck,” Jimin moans against your lips. He tries stealing a kiss, but he can’t bring himself to capture your lips with his when every ragged breath stumbles out of his mouth in a moan.

One particularly rough thrust against your front wall made you sob, and Jimin’s legs nearly gave out.

“Are you okay, baby?” You frown, grasping his sides to help hold him up.

There’s no surprise that he is affected by the moment; Jimin is the type to get turned on by pleasuring his partner. He can’t understand how some guys don’t get hard from touching or going down on their partners. The first time Jimin ate you out, he’d been convinced he could cum just from doing that.

Jimin has his eyes closed, bottom lip pulled between his teeth, making his fangs poke out. He takes a shaky breath before opening those deep, caramel-red eyes to you.

“I can feel it,” he croaks out. “I feel you… It goes straight to my fucking dick, fuck. It feels so good. It’s so much.”

“Ohh.”

It’s the sire bond. Somehow, stronger than Jungkook’s once was. No wonder Jimin can’t stand on his own if he’s feeling both his pleasure and yours.

Removing his hand from your pants, Jimin hooks his arms around your thighs to hoist you up. How many times has he carried you into his bedroom? Ever since the two of you had gotten back together, Jimin was shoving you onto his bed, or your bed, or the couch, or the floor, or the kitchen table, or or or or… Every night. And sometimes in the mornings. And sometimes multiple times during the day. It seemed Jimin was determined to make up for all the lost time.

This time is different, though.

This time, Jimin throws you onto his bed and rips your clothes off with the new strength he has yet to learn to control. The button on your jeans pops off and skids across the wood floors as Jimin rips your pants down.

You flinch when you hear fabric tear. Jimin’s sucking dark hickeys onto your neck, hickeys that are possible to see because you’ve recently fed.

You can’t see how your shredded shirt falls off of you. You just feel his nails drag down your sides until he reaches your underwear. Then, hooking his fingers in the waistband, Jimin rips the flimsy lace off you.

The little bitch. You’d braved Victoria’s Secret with Nikki by your side and bought all that stupid lingerie specifically for him. Shoved your ass into too-small panties and thongs and wore bras that pushed your tits too high up your chest, and for what? For him to rip it all to shreds without even stopping to admire it!

“Park Jimin!”

He lifts his head, and you stare into eyes so black it’s impossible to see his pupils. They’re glazed over and shiny as though they’re made of glass. His bangs fall against his forehead, getting in the way of his eyes.

“Yes, princess?” The deepness of his voice makes you shiver. There’s a gravelly edge to it that made him sound inhuman.

“Lingerie is expensive.”

Your boyfriend blinks a few times as though he’s struggling to break through the haze of lust that hits him doubly as hard.

“I’ll buy you more.”

At least you aren’t wearing a bra for him to destroy. Your underwear is gone forever, though. Ripped up with the rest of your clothes littering Jimin’s bedroom. There is little time to think about how much money he’d just destroyed before Jimin’s fangs are nipping at your chest, scattering small puncture wounds across your skin.

It’s good, so good, you find yourself on the verge of tears, chants of more, please, Jimin, more as cool touches brush down your arms, cold fingers press into the curve of your waist. Each puncture of fangs pumping searing venom into your veins.

Vampire blood is dead blood. It provides very little nutritional value, but the emotional bond it creates between a vampire and their sire is worth more than the need to satisfy any hunger.

More, so good, baby, just-just take.

Jimin’s hands quickly remove his clothes while his mouth stays occupied. He leans forward to suck on the dribbles of blood that drip down your tits. Each open-mouth kiss makes your body shiver uncontrollably the lower down your torso Jimin plants them. You moan when his tongue, wet with your blood, swirls around your nipple.

After Jungkook, you’d told yourself you’d never let another vampire drink from you again. The mental connection it caused between two vampires who fed off each other was too dangerous to risk creating with someone else. But you are Jimin’s sire. You slit your wrist to feed him what most humans considered a cursed life, but what Jimin craved more than anything in this world - more than pain and pleasure combined.

The two of you are mentally, emotionally, and physically linked - for the rest of your undead lives. It doesn’t matter if Jimin gives in to his instincts by tasting you, marking you up so everyone knows you are his.

You like it. You like letting him run rampant, the wildness of his hunger and the new power raging through his veins unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Born vampires don’t experience the feral stage of a turned fledgling.

“Ahh, fuck, Ji-” A moan cuts you off. You throw your head back, letting it hang while you attempt to hold yourself up on your elbows, even as Jimin tries to push you onto your back.

He settles between your legs, his fangs pressing into the deliciously soft skin of your inner thigh. This is the first time he will have sex as a vampire; you’re willing to excuse his animalistic behavior.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I can do this.” Jimin’s voice cracks, and his fingers tremble when he squeezes your thighs.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t… think I will last. It’s just so much.” He nips the skin of your other thigh in frustration after seeing the smug look on your face. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t, ahh, say anything.”

If you looked down, you’d see that your body is bloodied more than ever. Dark red, nearly black, streaks line your torso, some of the lines starting at your throat and trailing down to your thighs. The inside of your thighs are bruised, and the puncture wounds haven’t healed yet. They’re black holes littering your skin.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you can feel the blood pooling in your belly button. You feel lightheaded, but every touch of his body against yours makes your head explode with pleasure that rolls like liquid down your body.

It isn’t just that Jimin can feel you. You feel him, too.

So, when you feel the head of Jimin’s cock circle your clit, you nearly start crying.

“Jimin,” you sob, fisting the bed sheets so tightly that your inhuman strength causes you to rip holes in them.

“I know,” Jimin presses his face against the leg he’s propped over his shoulder. He’s gripping your other leg by the back of your thigh, squeezing it almost painfully so he can hold it up and open. “I know.”

The sweetness of his voice falls in stark contrast with the sting of his nails digging into your skin to hold you in place as he eases his cock into you.

Your head falls against the bed from the energy you exert as you try not to completely lose yourself in him. Despite dating Jimin for two years, you feel woefully unprepared for how he pounds into you. He relentlessly fucks into you hard enough to leave deep bruises all over your body after the initial ones have already healed from his venom.

“It’s so good, isn’t it. Shit.” Jimin’s dark bangs obscure his face when he tilts his head to look down where your bodies connect. He isn’t asking you because he wants to know. This is less of a question and more of an agreement because he knows how you feel. He feels how you feel. Each slippery glide of his cock against your walls, the heightened sensations vibrating through your body because of the aphrodisiac effects of his venom.

You barely register that you haven’t even bitten him, nor has he asked you to.

“Fuck.”

Jimin presses his hand against your abdomen, obsessed with the bulge his cock creates every time he thrusts into you. The pressure makes you squirm under his touch.

“You’re close.”

Again, he doesn’t ask. He knows.

You whimper a confirmation anyway.

“I can, ah, ah,” Angelic moans punctuate each thrust. He’s nearly at the point he’s nonverbal; all you can do is try not to rip holes into the mattress and arch your back. “Neck.”

“Please,” you manage to choke out, and he’s leaning forward, nearly breaking you in half to press his tongue against your neck. You flinch when you realize his tongue is warm as he flattens it to slowly press along your throat.

“Okay, okay, y-yes, I’m going…”

Jimin brings his fingers to your clit while simultaneously sinking his fangs into your neck again. The conflicting sensations are nearly too much for your body to handle. Your pussy constricts around Jimin’s cock as you scream your orgasm out of you. Jimin comes the moment you do, so overcome with the power of your simultaneous orgasms, he collapses with dead weight on your body. It hurts how he falls, but you’re barely clinging to consciousness when he does.

“Jimin.”

Your voice is just as weak as your body, and you feel yourself slowly letting go of whatever was holding your head above water.

When you wake up, you first notice the overwhelming scent of lavender. The t-shirt hanging off your shoulders is soft, and you snuggle back into the covers once you realize your body is clean. The bed sheets are, too, freshly washed, just like your hair and body. Two years ago, you would have been ashamed to pass out and leave someone else to deal with you - to clean, dress, and take care of you.

Now you smile with the knowledge that someone in the world treasures you despite the monster you could be. Fuck, someone who became the same monster you could be. For you and no other reason.

“Princess?”

“You know I fucking hate when you call me that.” The blunt response is said with a smile.

You open your eyes once more. The bright light filtering through the window’s blinds tells you you fell asleep late into the day.

Jimin presses a soft kiss to your forehead. He’s also dressed in comfy, clean clothes - a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. The ends of his hair are still wet from the shower he likely just took. It explains how overwhelming all the lavender is - lavender detergent, hair products, and lotion. Lavender is the smell of home now.

When you tilt your head up to look at him, you wince at the soreness in your neck.

“Sorry,” Jimin apologizes sheepishly. “I think I went a little too hard last night.”

You laugh as you press your hand against the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. You force your tongues into a fight for control, humming into his mouth as you taste the blood he must have just drank for lunch.

“You never asked me to bite you,” you mumble against his lips. He tries nipping at your bottom lip with his blunt teeth, playful and nothing more.

“It was nice to… be the other person doing it.” Jimin seems shy as he admits this; it’s not a feeling you’re used to seeing from him.

“Most sires don’t let their baby vamps bite them,” you muse.

“I’m not a baby,” Jimin whines. He pushes you over, pouncing onto you once your back hits the bed. “I just like it, okay? It makes me feel close to you.” He runs his nose along your jaw.

You get it, though. Even if it’s unwanted, there’s a power dynamic that goes into biting. It’s easy to get high off of, even when you’re not the one with the venom in your dead veins.

“We should try fangwarming.”

A deep rumble, almost like a growl, vibrates from Jimin’s throat. The power behind the sound makes you laugh.

“You’re so predictable, Park Jimin.”

Jimin presses his smile against your throat. “You love me anyway, though.”

It’s something you’ve told each other before, but hearing it still feels new and exciting. To know that it’s a love so potent you both were willing to change yourselves - in different but meaningful ways.

“I love you too. For eternity, even.” You wrap your arms around Jimin’s waist and pull him closer.

“For eternity.”

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snowb3rryy · 6 months

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Lucifer x F!MC

Summary:

It's been a while since Lucifer had free time to spend with his beloved girlfriend, however he secretly plans a trip to spend her Birthday, just the two of them. (I definitely didn't write this because it's my birthday today)

MC is female and uses she/her pronouns. Written in 1st person.

Engish isn't my first language, so I may have made some mistakes.

It's a cold night, the clock just turned midnight and it's finally my birhday, the day I long for every year.

However it's different tonight. There's so much silence in the House of Lamentation. Levi won a few tickets for an event in the human world and Mammon, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie.

Lucifer stayed behind because of work. I stayed too because I wanted to keep an eye on him. Tonight he's still working at RAD, some complications with the files of mew students made him work overtime for a couple of weeks now. His big bed always felt just right for the both of us, yet now I lay alone and it feels like I'm sinking in it.

1:00. No text, no call. He's still at RAD. I promised to myself to wait for him awake. I start to scroll in both human and Devildom social media yet my feed is boring and repetitive. I end up checking my gallery filled with pictures of me and my best friend, pictures of me and the brothers, pictures of me and Lucifer and oh Lord the videos. The videos we filmed making love a few months ago on a small trip we went alone.

Watching his hands roam all over my body, his lips kissing every inch of me made me shiver. The kisses and bites on my nipples on the video made me wet just by remembering what it feels like. Then I see my hands hold his back tightly as he penetrates my body and yet my soul too. So erotic and so romantic at the same time...

I miss him, I miss him terribly. It's since he started working overtime since the last time we had sex. And not just that, we barely have time to chat any more.

My eyelids feel heavy and i drift to sleep, unable to stay awake any longer.

The next morning I wake up and stretch o the bed, i turn over and see Lucifer sleeping beside me. I smile and kiss his cheek.

Wait... Lucifer is still... on the bed? What time is it?

I look at the time, it's 11am... He hates morning but he wakes up early these past weeks to go and work but... did he sleep in today?

- Lucifer, Lucifer *i shake him softly trying to wake him up*

I hear him mumbling and slowly open his eyes.

Lucifer: Darling *yawns* What is it?

- It's 11am! Don't you have to go to RAD?

Lucifer: No, I finished everything yesterday. Now come here *he says and he pulls me close to him and closes his eyes again*

- Are you... done-done? No more overtime?

Lucifer: Mhm.. Oh, where is my mind at... happy birthday my love *he says still in his morning voice*

- Thank you *i smile and kiss his cheek*

Lucifer: Now sleep, and we'll celebrate later.

We fall asleep again until the late afternoon.

We then stand up, Lucifer orders me around. Shower. Dress up. Not a dress or a skirt, we'll walk. Not this, it's too cold where we'll go.

Finally, after I get dressed appropriately for Lucifer's secret location, he teleports us to the human world. We visit an ice skating venue and we look around the snowy landscapes. The time passes quickly. After taking a thousand pictures of Lucifer's peculiar expression while explain everything we have on sign, we go to a hotel that he had reserved for the night.

The room us already dimly lit, there's roses all over the place and a box on the bed. I hurry and open the box and can't believe it, Lucifer really always listen to every little thing I rumble about ans he got me the perfect gift.

We decide to take a bath together so we walk to the bathroom, take our clothes off and relax in the warm water. I almost drift off from the warm temperature and Lucifer's soft touch on my arms, but he brings me back to reality with a few simple words. "Shall we move this to the bed?", he asks m tenderly yet with a wicked smirk that I can't see but I can imagine.

My body immediately wakes up, next thing I know, I'm on my feet, Lucifer drying my hair first and then my body, softly pressing the towel against my skin and brushing from time to time against my sensitive spots.

I feel his warm breath on my neck as I already imagine our bodies intertwining.

Soon after he's also dry, we move to the bed. I find myself laying down, my eyes staring on the ceiling as my mouth hangs open, and leaving soft sounds of pleasure as I feel Lucifer's hot lips against my skin. With a swift move, he positions himself between my legs and he starts licking and kissing and sucking my clit, my fingers move on their own and i grab his hair as my lower back arches and I no longer can hold my voice. I can feel my mind being numb, as his tongue works miracles on me, he knows every spot I like, every little angle that can make me cum in seconds, but he takes his time. He lets out sounds of enjoyment as he eats me out, I warn him I'm close but he doesn't stop, even worse, he takes his hand off of my thigh and he starts to tease my opening and soon enters 2 fingers and moves them with as roughness as needed for me to see stars. I can no longer concentrate, my legs move on their own and press Lucifer on his shoulders as I let out multiple moans as I cum on his tongue, and squeeze his still moving fingers.

We both breathe hard and he runs up to kiss me, his hands move up and down my sides and finally locate to my hips. I try to move him under me to give him head but he realises and he stops me. "No", he says.

- Why? *i ask confused*

Lucifer: Tonight, is about you, and I already nearly came from your moans and sweet juices on my tongue.

- But, I want to *i insist*

Lucifer: Darling, please. Any other night you want I'd say yes with no second thought. Tonight though, I want you to use your pretty mouth only to call out my name, my cock is more than satisfied with being burried inside you. I love throatfucking you but it feels divine when I'm inside you.

I no longer insist as I now blush from how adorable his words are. I lay back down and he starts to kiss me as he lifts my leg up and slowly starts to thrust in and out. His big size always feels like stretching me in the beginning until I can fully take him and start to feel how good he really makes me feel. With every thrust he moves harder yet always keeping the same tempo, I can already feel him start to throb and I hear him curse under his breath. He's close yet he tries to keep it under control until I am at the same place he is. His thrusts become slower, and his grunts become more desperate, I am more than lucky he lets himself so free around me.

He now warns me, "I'm close" he says, "can't keep for longer" he says.

I know he's there and his desperation rises my heart rate, i hold him tight and say to his ear, "I'm close too, give me my present Lucifer"

He smirks and chuckles, he then kisses me and starts to move to his previous rate. I put my hand on my tits a squeeze them as I too feel like cumming again any second now. A few more thusts and I start to squeeze around his as I'm almost there.

I hear him moan deep, he can feel my walls squeeze around him as much as I can feel his cock twitching again. "Fuck, I'm cumming ah-" he lets a long, deep moan as he thursts a few more times as he fills me up. When I fill him throbbing inside me and cumming, it's my last staw, I feel my face heat up as I scream his name and move my hips against him as I cum once more.

We both breath hard, he smiles, he kisses me and slowly pulls out, letting his hot cum fall out of me. He lays next to me and he takes me in his arms.

Lucifer: Happy Birthday, my love

He kisses my forehead and he immediately falls asleep. I whisper "Good night, Lucifer" and close my eyes as i rest my head on his chest.

Check it out also on Ao3, and thanks for reading! <3

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enbytwink · 7 months

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You've gotta use the gremlin rules with Cicero. Avoid bright light, don't get him wet, and don't feed him after midnight.

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trevsplace · 8 months

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Keep him out of the light, he hates bright light, especially sunlight; it'll kill him. And keep him away from water, don't get him wet. But the most important rule, the rule you can never forget no matter how much he cries, no matter how much he begs: never, NEVER feed him after midnight. Ya got it?

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steen-to-be-a-marathoner · 2 years

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Our sweet sweet guy arrived just before midnight on the 30th. We are absolutely in love with him and feel so so incredibly just wow and blessed to have him here. A little rundown of how it all went is below. No need to read if u don't want to.

A long labour at home (vomiting regualrly and unable to keep anything down) , I was even pushing his head out, but in the end the lip wasn't budging and I said nope hospital now a thank goodness we did..

I pushed him out myself after an hour (i had aboslutly no pain meds through it all), but had an episiotomy, a 2nd degree tear and something else 🤷‍♀️. Im not 100% sure what happened with me next but i think my uterus or placenta was having issues so i had some intervention then with meds and people pushing on my stoamch etv. I got all dizzy and passed out and just kept puking. I just thought it wad from pure exhaustion from labour. Anyway the next day I showered and passed out, tried to have bloods done and almost passed out again etc etc, and bloods showed that I was very anemic, everyone eas shocked at my levels. I've had 4 bags of bloods over the past few days which I've found very hard being tied to the bed, unable to help Reuben out.. so thankful for Joel. He's incredible.

During birth baby boy had his second lot of meconium (once while still at home) and when he was born he had the cord around his neck 3 times and the cord was no longer blue so they think he would have been 7 or 8 minutes without oxygen. It was very chaotic tbh. He's also below the 10 percentile so had to have checkw and i had one quick cuddle with him as they cleaned him to make him breathe and then he was gone. He ended up with a lung infection and extra monitoring in neonates for his breathing etc and slight jaundice. Then he didn't have wet nappies so had a feeding tube too :( it's been tough.

He is finally back with us now, Wednesday night, and I have found it all very overwhelming. I wanted a natural home birth where we could ease into life together, and so we've had a lot taken away from us this week. I know we are in the best place but hospitals are awful and I am so badly wanting to get home with my boys and puppy and start our family life.

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now ship YOUR mutuals 🫣

tweehee >:)

i don't remember all my mooties due to the hiatus i've been through (;A;) but do send in an ask if we're moots and if you're missed ! 🫶🏼

@qrtmin : based on pure vibes alone i'm giving you choso cos ma'am i feel like you'd complement so well with his quiet nature and your bubbly (cute!!! 🥺) personality! plus !!! he loves to lay down on your lap while you stroke his head. MOVE CHOSO ITS MY TURN BITCH.

@shadowsorceress : geto <33 cos you're a little poodle skrunkle kitten just like him heheh don't be mad if i eat you up my honey crumpet :(

@munsonsins : gojo. you're gojo idc idc ur randomness and hilarity reminds me of him kenjaku's preparing a separate box to contain you as we speak

@dollzcunt : naoya cos he's our stupid wet blobby fish nugget but also nanami cos i feel he could take care of your princess nature <3

@explicitlyfine : scar ohhh scar <33 believe me, i'm dying to say kuroo right now but osamu's giving me a death stare ;A; you better believe mr. onigiri would be feeding you meal after meal every single day, the man would POUT if you don't compensate his dishes with a kiss >:(

@blueparadis : who else but our megamind 😭 i picture the two of y'all so sickening sweet fr 🤧 taking long strolls at night, megumi with his camera app always opened cos he NEEDS to take a picture of you breathing every second

@wakatshi : ushijima. your vibes are ethereal daria, wakatoshi compliments you so well if i really think of it. love you angel 🤍

@ofallthingswhythis : josuke because i feel like if you need a house burned down he's there with the lighter and a backup candle just in case you get cold feet heheh. tell me why i also imagine you guys raiding an entire claw machine just because it swallowed three bucks from y'all too?

@hyeque : tsukishima !!!! 😭😭😭 pls idk why but i love the trope where the bf's all serious and pouty while the gf's the exact opposite, and you really are the epitome of it HEHEH. am always living for your tsukki (+kuroo!!) hc's heheh, mwa!

@mrskodzuken : madam kisa, WHO ELSE BUT KENMA 😭😭😭 please, everytime i see a kenma picture on my twitter feed i immediately think of you ! plus, the ships that you post on your blog are honestly so cute heheh, they keep me going !!!! 🤍🤍

@nkogneatho : my sexy smexy pasi, you could only be one fucker and that is toji. don't question me, you know why 😌

@sinfuldollie : AÀAAA ik we just met heheh but id love to pair you with jean <33 i can imagine the two of you hanging out together, him holding your hand so tightly, often lifting your fingers to press a gentle kiss whilst you're excitedly pointing at the cafés you'd like to visit ! 🤍🤍

@kitagina ina 💕💕 my love i have given you SUKUNA and i even wrote a little au about it but tumblr fucking deleted the draft and i didn't realise 😭😭😭😭 BUT IT WENT LIKE THIS : tldr - you're the one person who could actually change that shitty mf 😌 he'd be such a terrible man with a terrifying aura to match but when he's with you he'd even let you weave flower crowns on his head just to make you happy <33

@5ugu : DILLY BELOVED !!!!! I've also written you a full on au about yuuta and yourself riding bicycles in the dark, stopping by convenience stores just to get a midnight snack !!! your vibes are just so cute and innocent together, everyone's always crooning about how perfect you guys are !!! 🤍🤍

#the incognito!

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jbcaptioncontest · 3 months

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I know i said you can't feed him after midnight but don't get him wet either…………………………he will multiply!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - lonelydancer

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seaside-writings · 4 months

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Hi there, all you holly jolly people! I'm back with another list for my "12 Days of Prompts."

This one is based on the second Christmas horror movie that my family and I have made a tradition of watching every single year and that, of course, is "Gremlins."

"Gremlins" has been one of my favorite movies since I was a little girl, I even had one of those singing Gizmo dolls! So as you can tell this Christmas horror movie has a very special place in my heart so I absolutely had to include it.

Like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄

"Well, that's the story. So the next time your air-conditioner goes on the fritz, or your washing machine blows up, or your video recorder conks out, before you call the repairman, turn on all the lights. Check all the closets and cupboards. Look under all the beds. 'Cause you never can tell. There just might be a gremlin in your house," - "Now I have another reason to hate Christmas," "What are you talking about?" - "Gremlins, huh?" "Yes," "Little monsters?" "Right," "Hundreds of them?" "I don't know, maybe thousands. Look, I know it sounds crazy. I know it does, but in a matter of hours, this town's going to become a major disaster area! You have got to warn people!" - "Keep him out of the light. He hates bright light. Especially sunlight - it'll kill him. And keep him away from water. Don't get him wet. But the most important rule, the rule you can never forget - no matter how much he cries, or how much he begs, never, never feed him after midnight," - "GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!" - "If it isn't Captain Clip-on! Guess who almost filed for unemployment today? "I give up," "You!" -

"What're they doing?" "They're watching Snow White… And they love it,"

"Honey, this is the gentleman who sold me the Mogwai," "Sold? An interesting choice of words,"

"They're clever. They're mischievous. They'll get into the kitchen, the basement, the garage. They'll get into anything. And once they get in… you're in for it," - "Sir, before you go, I want you to know I am truly sorry for all this. I want to offer you this. There's one. There's one other one but it's an invention of mine," - "The boss had other ideas. He gets so sentimental around the holidays. I would've fired you in a heartbeat," "And a merry Christmas to you too. Now excuse me," - "You think the kid's drunk?" "No, but you are," - "Let me drive," "No, you're drunk," "You always get to drive!" "Cause I'm the sheriff, asshole!" - "I warned you brats!" - "It's the creatures! The creatures are making it look like an accident! Sheriff! WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?!" - "Tell me something. How does a cute little creature like this turn into a thousand ugly monsters?" "Well, this is before it enters the pupal stage," "The pupal stage?" - "He does Santa every year!" "Yeah, but what the hell is he doing now? What's that stuff he's got all over him?!" - "And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus," - "To hear, one has only to listen," - "What are they?" "They're the Mogwai… I guess," "Did you give them water?" "No," "Did you feed them after midnight?" "Well, I gave them some chicken but… No, wait, I made sure. Mom, what's going on here?" - "What are they!?" "They're gremlins! Just like he said!" - "Christmas carolers, I hate Christmas carolers! Screechy-voiced little glue sniffers!" - "What's this?" "It's your Christmas present from me," "This crummy old broom? What am I supposed to do with it?" "I thought you might need a ride home," - "You haven't seen my new apartment," "I haven't seen your old apartment," - "You should just buy orange juice in cartons, it's a lot easier," - "This is a cacoon, and inside he's going through changes. Lots of changes," - "You say you hate Washington's Birthday or Thanksgiving and nobody cares, but you say you hate Christmas and people treat you like you're a monster,” - "What is that dog doing here!? This is a bank, not a pet store!" - "They're here! Oh, they've come for me! They've come… I… I… I'm not ready! I'm not ready yet! I'm not READY!" - "Mom, they've hatched. Get out of the house!" - "So, cool it, will you? - "The attendant from your local gas station tried to sell me his; I'm sure it will come in handy," - "Will you sign this petition? They're trying to close down the tavern," "Sure! That's where my dad proposed to my mom, you know," "That's where everyone's dad proposed to their mom," - "It's Christmas!" "Well now you know what to ask Santa for, don't you?" - "The bank and I have the same purpose in life; to make money. Not to support a lot of deadbeats," - "Cover your mouth, don't breath in the gas!" - "One, two, three, four, five new ones! Now can I have one?" "I don't know," "Hey, look! That one's got a cute little stripe on its head! Hey, cutie," - "Bright light! Bright light!" - "They're inside!" "All of them!?" - "They put them in cars, they put them in your TV. They put them in stereos and those little radios you stick in your ears. They even put them in watches, they have teeny gremlins for our watches!" - "I always thought everyone was happy during the holidays, no matter what," - "He has something to say to you," "You mean you understand what he's saying?" - "Perhaps one day, you will be ready. Until then, the Mogwai will be waiting," - "Sorry, Dad," "No, it's okay," "No, I'm really sorry," "It's not your fault, I was going to get to that. I'll fix it tomorrow," - "Hey, gang, It's been a rough night for Rockin' Ricky, but he's still on the air!" - "There's these little green guys with big teeth running around town wrecking things," "Kid, this is Christmas, not Halloween!"

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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The cat feeder came in today and I am not shitting when I say I spent MY ENTIRE LUNCH HOUR trying to get that fucking app to work. It would not let me add any feeding times. Would not recognize my cat food. MADE ME TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE OF MY INGREDIENTS LABEL AND WOULD NOT FUCKING TAKE IT. I finally pushed the auto feed just to get Genji off my back at like 7 pm and that let me suddenly add feeding times. So 10 grams is like 1/10th of a cup I guess but I didn't think 100 grams = 1 cup? The app was coded in Chinese since that's the base language but it's supposedly in dumb American freedom units . I'm supposed to be feeding him 1/3 a cup since I feed him two cans of wet food a day. I'm settling for 40 grams 4 times a day and praying to sweet baby Jesus he leaves me the fuck alone at night. I'm feeding him at midnight and at 4am so surely that will be a recipe for success right?

Suffice it to say I did not eat at lunch like a fool. I was so mad at the app and my UPS for my work computer that I managed to unplug that I just straight didn't eat. So I ate two handfuls of pistachios all day which ain't ideal. But I'm eating a taco bell burrito so that's an entire day's worth of calories I'm sure.

Me and this new toaster oven with the air fry feature are just going to be enemies. I cannot figure this fucking thing out. I burn pretty much EVERYTHING I try and cook even when NOT cowboying about and just randomly picking a time. I think I reheated this burrito on the air fry setting for like 4 minutes, it's still burnt. How is that possible. What nuclear reactor level heat is happening here that it (at supposedly 415 degrees on the air fry mode is still burning shit after 4 minutes?? I give up on life. I have a second bottle of wine I am seriously debating throwing in the fridge and just embracing my drunk wine cat-mom status Except not because the wine from yesterday which was a wee little 185ml bottle gave me a headache.

This is why I drink whiskey and hard booze. I forget after like 6 months and try and be a wine cat-mom.

Okay I"m going to buckle down, and try to potentially finish this chapter tonight. That would be awesome if I could. I want to get to my next major plot point I think I CAN FINALLY do that. Ya'll don't even know. I want to scream at someone about my plans but don't want to actually spoil major plot points of the fic on tumblr.

#life of el #me and technology are not friends today

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monstermaster13 · 1 year

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Aykroyd Addiction Dan Aykroyd TF ~~~ I've gathered quite a reputation online as being the guy who does celebrity morphs, no it's not specifically a fetish…it's just one of my favorites and i've been judged harshly for it, it's really not that weird when you think of it and believe me I have seen much worse. Obsession is a weird thing, sometimes when you think you have all the obsessions you could possibly get when all of a sudden a new obsession decides to possess you, i've got many favorite actors and sometimes that actor is a major obsession that I can't stop being addicted to. I have so many…my addiction is one that doesn't need to be cured, and why would I want to cure it? I am who I am, you don't need to exorcise this demon…I am already possessed. You may have been seeing a lot of Aykroyd as of recent and you're probably wondering…'What's with the Aykroyds?' Well, you see…I didn't choose to become obsessed with Dan Aykroyd, Aykroyd chose me…he chose me via dreams and psychic visions. And besides we know this is pretty much the origin of the Aykroyd-verse. Yes, there is a shared universe for Dan Aykroyd characters. I'm a Dan Aykroyd fan which is a very rare breed, we're odd and unique creations…but we don't multiply if you get us wet (we multiply anyway), we don't explode when exposed to bright lights and we don't turn into utter chaotic monsters if you feed us after midnight, but we can ask people if they want to see something really scary.

Do you want to see something really scary? Come on now, it will be fun…just let me explain. Basically i've been weird all my life and have been aware of it, being weird is NOT a sin against nature and it's not something to shun others for either….weird is great, who doesn't love weird? I love weird. I always believed there were creatures lurking in the dark and under my bed, and little did I know how right I was…I befriended those creatures though. I always can related to the monster in monster stories, mainly because I used to be viewed as one…a total freak according to most people in the Daloli-verse but i'm not a total freak though, well I am it's just I don't mind it and embrace it. You're probably wondering how Aykroyd chose me…well it's kind of funny, basically one night while I was meditating I had a weird dream about being possessed by him and before I knew it…I transformed into him. And that's when I woke up and discovered I had become him. It had become real. That's transformation for ya, and yet I wondered why. How and why did Aykroyd choose to possess me? Well it's a lot more complicated than just what I described earlier.

The process of turning into someone else always has fascinated me, mainly because I get to show of a side of myself I rarely get to show at least not that often, a side that is different than how I normally am. The process of transformation is fascinating, basically the entire process of turning into another form both mentally and physically and the alterations in general…and oh my, I realize that sounded Aykroyd-like already. On the night I first underwent this transformation, this was one of the traits I was taking on. I was listening to my darksynth/horror playlist and singing along to Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen. 'Under the blue moon I saw you. So soon you'll take me. Up in your arms, too late to beg you or cancel it. Though I know it must be the killing time, unwillingly mine.' As I was singing however, I was thinking about the dream I had…I couldn't help it, part of me was afraid but part of me also liked it and wanted it…but why? Why would I want to be Dan Aykroyd? Don't get me wrong I love him…it's just, wow…why? Maybe this was prophetic or something, maybe Aykroyd was my twin and I identified with him…maybe that was it. Being possessed by him did seem oddly entrancing and fun, maybe I would get to learn something from it.

"Connor, buddy…could you come here for a second?"

"Yes…master."

"I had this strange dream about Dan Aykroyd, I think I may have gotten it from Eukie."

Connor had this look that was worried but he could tell I needed him, he used his powers to try and get inside my mind…as I sighed and explained what was going on. I was worried even more than usual, how could I actually like the idea of becoming Dan Aykroyd? Could it have been the result of hanging out with Eukie? Had another Aykroyd fan somehow done this to me? I sighed and went back to my computer for a little bit. But as I did, I couldn't help but think of that dream…which in turn started to affect what I was doing, as I was watching Celtic Pride and taking screencaps I swear I could have heard Aykroyd's voice coming from the screen. 'Hey there Nathan, thinking about me I see.' 'Huh? Dan…but how?' 'It's simple…I have been using my powers to communicate with you via dreams and visions. I have been monitoring them and it seems as clear as crystal heads that you like the idea of becoming me.' I blushed, thinking about such things made me feel like I should be ashamed of it. But was I really right to be ashamed of liking Dan Aykroyd or even liking the idea of being him? It was these specific thoughts that were making me question my own sanity, but yet I identified with Aykroyd…so was it mutual? Was I really into the idea of being Aykroyd? All of this was intriguing to me. 'What is it?' 'I actually want this to happen but i'm kind of nervous.' 'Why?' There was that adorkable Aykroyd smile that always made me feel better and like I could relate to whatever character he was playing.

'It's just, Dan…I feel terrible about this.' 'Why? Because it's odd…part of me thinks that it would be weird to be you and the other wants it to happen.' 'Well..which part do you agree with more?' 'I don't know'. I blushed, I didn't know how to respond and I was conflicted…I had to think about what it meant to me. If this was my old self speaking as in me in my Drmusic2-1 days my old self would have said me 'Ick, me…become Dan Aykroyd, that vodka selling, ghost-obsessed dork? No thanks' but my current self would be like 'Hmmm….dare I risk it? Dare I decide to transform into this goofy yet adorable Canadian?'

I couldn't help but think of those dreams and that one dream, being possessed by Dan Aykroyd sounded like fun and who wouldn't want him to take over their body? Originally I hesitated, thinking that Dan wouldn't like my idea but that's when I caught that look in his eye and that signature wide smile. 'So…you like it then?' 'Oh yes, I would be more than happy to make that happen.' 'I don't know Dan, I'm a little nervous and unsure about this.' 'It will be fun, i'll help you.' 'Wait…you're going to help me?' 'Yeah, i'm going to help you by possessing you.' 'I'm alright with this, go ahead.'

Dan chuckled to himself as he took on a translucent form and entered my mouth, going down my throat and possessing me in the process. Which felt odd at first but I didn't mind it, keep in mind this is the first time he ever had possessed me and I had only seen this happen to Mel so far. My stomach gurgled loudly and I began to feel sickly despite not being physically ill, i'm half-vampire…how can a vampire get sick? I clutched my stomach for a little bit as it slowly swelled and broadened, only for my arms to also broaden as my hands enlarged and hairs sprouted on the former. You know how in those werecreature transformation movies where they sometimes show the hair/fur growing all over someone's hands and they show each follicle of hair/fur gradually sprouting in to give them the appearance of having fur on their arms and hands? Well that was what was happening to me, only I wasn't likely to be sporting sharp claws anytime. At least not in this episode.

It's funny, throughout the ages I attempted to change who I was to impress others only to find the only thing I need to become is me and that is it, I am me and that is what i'm happy with being…my work isn't perfect but who said anything about being perfect? I didn't come here for a popularity contest, I didn't come here to try and make anything deep and meaningful, i'm just me and there's nothing wrong with that and being me is the best me I can be.

"How does it feel?"

"Dan…it feels odd but interestingly I like it…"

"We're only getting started."

My chest and torso slowly swelled up and broadened, as hairs spread across the top of the former and down to my navel area…I didn't know Dan was so uhhhh..furry, but there you go. My body definitely seemed like it was bit on the hefty side but not too overweight, as my skin cleared up and gained a ruddy complexion, I never had paid much attention to my skin all that much…not since I got those scars from my surgery but I was definitely looking a lot better and healthier…I gasped a little as my dark blue spider shirt tightened but luckily it didn't rip as it remained on my body but grew to fight my new build before turning black, feeling my arms for a little bit I was wondering if my legs would undergo the same change and they did broaden a little but didn't have that much hair on them as opposed to my arms, now my arm follicles weren't exactly werecreature length and I didn't have Tom Jones, Alec Baldwin or Simon Cowell-esque chest hair but I had a good amount of it.

I chuckled a little and then felt my rear as it plumped up, it wasn't exactly womanly but it was quite plump and floofy which made me squeeze it a little bit. Hey what do you know I have Dan Aykroyd's Big Fat Ass! That's not just a callback to an episode I did a couple of months ago but also a nod to an SNL podcast. The SNL podcast known as Saturday Night Jive has reviewed a few Dan Aykroyd movies and sometimes they call it Dan Aykroyd's Big Fat Ass because apart from how funny it is to see them make jabs at Dan Aykroyd's 'dad-bod' that he gained in recent years, but it's just fun in general.

Anyway, having a rear like Dan's own one made me chuckle a few times…all of me seemed a bit heavier to be honest, without needing a scale I could say I weighed around 250lbs as my shoulders broadened and so did my back, okay that may have hurt a little but i'm used to it. My skin aged itself up a bit until it looked like I was in my 60's, specifically 67. I didn't mind it though as this was just part of the process…I slowly shot up in height from 5'7 to 6'1…you know it's odd, back when I was an actor in the local production company I was always viewed as the 'shortest' cast member despite not being any shorter than the other cast members. But now I was actually taller than I normally was. I've always been a theater geek, and i've always had a love of the theater…I definitely can thank Andrew Lloyd Webber for that. If it wasn't for those stories of Joseph's amazing dreamcoat of many colors or of those cats that do what Jellicle cats can I wouldn't have gotten into performing. Of course I myself am too meek and shy to go up on stage and sing my heart out, that's one of my major flaws right next to sometimes not being a very good listener when it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes my mind says things my heart disagrees with. And that can lead to really ugly things like for example fall-outs with friends. And sometimes I just have the worst luck, and sometimes I keep getting dragged into messes that I didn't even want to be involved in to begin with. A whole lot of complications get in the way ya know, a whole lot of complications including a deceased father. Even though my father often would get mad at me and yelled at a specifically bombastic volume that would make Brian Blessed sound quiet by comparison and made jokes only he himself laughed at, I still loved him…he was family after all.

Sometimes you really need to get to the route of the complication and fix it manually in order to truly patch things up, putting on your proverbial mechanic's overalls is merely the first step in a very long process of fixing something that has been broken. And oh my…did I just have an Aykroyd moment? I'm not even done transforming and I am still having Aykroyd moments. I examined my legs for a little and then my feet, my feet grew a bit in size as two of the toes on both stuck together a bit, making them appear to be webbed…just one of Aykroyd's unique traits. Not every guy has webbed toes.

I sighed in contentment….somehow to me this was naturally, the process of transforming in general always fascinated me and to become someone who was already similar to me was extremely fascinating in general, I never realized just how similar I was to Aykroyd up until now, but now I definitely see it…it's like looking in a mirror, albeit a mirror from another realm/dimension in which the reflection is that of Aykroyd but still a mirror nonetheless and that definitely reflects on me. I see myself as Aykroyd and it's beyond interesting, it's fascinating…and who's to say that transdimensional mirrors don't exist in our universe, maybe they do and maybe we can investigate their properties and find out more for ourselves, it is a very plausible possibility. And…oh my, another Aykroydism. My hair slowly shortened a little but became wavier, darkening in the process, now my hair usually is quite long but it's straight and not in my eyes, and it doesn't make me look like Iggy Pop or Russell Brand, not that I have anything against those two I love Iggy and my opinions of Russell have changed from what they used to be but it was a common thing for my enemies to make fun of my appearance. I blinked a little, I just had a little something in my eye.

Speaking of those eyes…both eyes widened but I noticed there was a difference. That difference being one of my eyes remained brown while the other turned green, yep…those are Aykroyd's eyes alright. Heterochromia is an interesting alteration where one eye color is a different color than the other one, like for example one eye is brown and one is brown. So excuse me…for forgetting, you see…I have forgotten if one of Dan's eyes is green or if it's blue, but the thing is…what I really mean, is that his are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen.

"Woah…this is really interesting, you have so many interesting traits."

"Aaaw thank you, i'm blessed with uniqueness. Everyone is special in their own way but there's no one like me."

"It's true, you are inimitable."

You know I was originally hesitant to do this but now that I see how similar I was to Dan, now I see that it makes sense. Not everything needs to make sense of course, sometimes it's best never to question these things, attempting to add logic to something that isn't supposed to make even the smallest bit of sense makes things go completely out of whack and all sorts of chaos to ensue. Sometimes it doesn't need to be explained, sometimes it's best to just relax and enjoy what is going on and to appreciate things for what they are, shunning others for being different isn't good…weird isn't terrible, it's fun. I mean my man Dan is weird but he is allowed to be since it's all part of his adorable charm.

My nose itched, an itchy nose is completely normal so this was nothing to worry about - as it enlarged and a small cleft appeared down the middle of it, giving me a nose that resembled his. My lips became a bit more kissable as my forehead enlarged and my eyebrows thickened, my face slowly growing rounder as my jawline altered. I could see that my features still were like mine but also were a little like Dan's own ones, I guess that would now literally make me his twin since now I looked a lot like him, my features slowly morphed themselves into a perfect replication of his features.

I always found the face morph part of the transformation to be the best part especially regarding this kind of transformation, and you can thank the late Michael Jackson for that. You know what i'm talking about, the Black Or White video…which utilized morphing technology digitally to create some impressive morphing sequences, and the Animorphs covers are what got me into wanting to make my own morphs to begin with but my morphs didn't turn out too well..oh well, I made do with what I had.

But if you think this was where my changes ended, think again…I felt a grumbling sensation in my throat as my voice deepened and gruffened, altering a couple of times and realigning itself into a perfect replication of Dan's voice complete with the appropriate amount of Aykroydian mannerisms and traits and there I go with the Aykroydisms…if Aykroydian isn't a word, I shall make it one. My mind and personality slowly altered, my memories were altering too…making me think I had been born as Dan…that's who I was, right? I certainly think so. I thought about my life and my career. All of these memories of my career as an SNL cast member and actor and my life growing up in Ottawa, Ontario. Ah yes that's right, I'm a Canadian…I don't remember being anything else. Paranormal knowledge filled my mind as my personality altered further….traces of my normal self fading away and being replaced with those of Dan. 'Yes that's who I am, i'm Daniel Edward Aykroyd…but everyone calls me Danny'. I chuckled to myself, I gotta admit…hearing this voice come out of me made me laugh. Now I completely see why he referred to me as his twin, because I am him. I was a fool to try and change who I was to impress others, I thought…well I thought that I could organize freedom, how Canadian of me.

"You were right Dan, I am so much like you."

"See? I told ya. We're very similar."

"This has definitely been a fun experience."

"There we go pal…how do you feel?"

"Actually I really feel good and I feel glad with who and what I am."

"That's good, because remember…you're me."

'Yeah, we're one and the same."

"I have something to show you."

As if by supernatural magic, various characters that I had played materialized in the room alongside me. 'Are they all me?' 'Yes, they are. They're part of the universe known as the Aykroyd-verse.' 'The Aykroyd-verse? Go on…tell me more.' 'Those podcast guys talked about a universe based around your characters and now it is real, they're all you and they're all there to help you be the best Aykroyd you can be.' Thus the beginning of this wonderfully wacky and unusual universe known as the Aykroyd-verse commenced, it was clear that I had a gift, the gift of being me, the gift of oddness…the gift of Aykroydishness.

I felt very excited about this and I was eager to help all those characters of mine, I had been hesitant to embrace my oddness in the past but now…I fully embrace it and that is what began the Aykroyd-verse. To this day it continues to grow, with multiple different Dan Aykroyd characters - as in characters played by me walking around, interacting with each-other and all of them having a fun time just being themselves and thus brings us to the moral I have brought for you. Don't be ashamed of being weird or different, being weird or different is fun and it's good to embrace who and what you are. Strange isn't always scary, strange can be good for you.

"That's right, don't be ashamed."

"Why would anyone be ashamed of being weird? Being weird is wonderful."

"Exactly."

Remember, don't be ashamed of being weird….being weird is fun, not everything makes sense…and that's fine with me. I'm Aykroyd and I know it. If you too are an Aykroyd, clap your hands and cheer. I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you. And that's the story of my Aykroydian addiction, an addiction that has now earned me several new followers and of course there's always room for more.

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incorrectroxiriquotes · 2 years

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*Kairi going out of town*

Kairi: I trust you two know what to do.

Riku: Don't let him get wet

Sora: Don't feed Roxas after midnight

Roxas: ....

Roxas: I'm not a fucking gremlin.

#kh incorrect quotes #kh roxas #kh kairi #kh sora #kh riku

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chaomother · 2 years

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YES BUT BRING ME A PLATE

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DON'T LET HIM GET WET OR FEED HIM AFTER MIDNIGHT!!!!!

#not a req #chao chatting

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greycaelum · 2 years

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Recently a stray cat keep coming to my house, and i feed him. Turns out he's a neighbour cat, so all this time he just ask for more food 🥲. Cats are cute but they're also chaotic, so i wonder if satoru turn into catoru what kind od chaos the little furry manace will do? By the way thankyou for feeding my happy hormone with your heartwarm story 💙🙆🏻‍♀️

That's so cute🥺 the kitty cat must trust you to keep approaching for food. It either likes your company or you feed it generously. Indeed they are a fluffball of chaos😂

Lemme add this for Chain Series coz this just seem something that can happen in that AU (≧▽≦)

• "Here," Shoko deposited a large lump of white fluff in your arms. She brushed off the the furs sticking in her lab and downed her beer can.

• "What's the meaning of this? I distinctly remember mentioning I don't like pets." You grimace and ready to let go of the nasty thing.

• "That's Satoru by the way." Shoko shrug making you froze up and question her sanity.

• After Yaga-sensei explained to you what happened you can't help but sigh as you watch the white fluffy cat play enthusiastically with the teddy bear pile beside. What the heck was he doing to get this... Ugh, you shuddered at the thought of taking care a life that will have to rely on you to feed it, and scratch it's belly and mewl like a deranged fool at the middle of the night for midnight snacks—because that's just something Satoru would do. But it's not like you'd live to abandon Satoru.

• "Meow!" The cat hopped to your lap and started rubbing it's head on your chest. Purring and kneading his claws on your lap.

• "Stop that it hurts," you grimace and pulled him off your lap but the gremlin climb back and resumed rubbing it's head on your chest.

• No choices left, with Shoko declaring you can only wait it out. You left to go home with a cat in tow.

• Letting the furry thing loose when you entered the house, you watch his butt as he sauntered to the living, something Satoru always do when he gets home. You need to accept this and think rationally. That thing is still Satoru even if he has this whiskers and pinky cutie nose and beanie paws, and sweet purr and... "Fuck! What am I getting so carried about?!" You cursed and went to the kitchen. Maybe he'll eat tuna sandwich.

• "Mreowwww!" A loud crash of crystal shattering then followed.

• Running to the sound you saw Sato—Catoru walking on a wet surface with broken shards of the fish bowl on the floor, the gold fish barely breathing his gills out.

• "Megumi's gonna castrate you Satoru, that's his goldfish!" You suck a breath and scoop the dying thing and rush to the kitchen putting it in a pan and opened the faucet, hoping the flickering things isn't dead yet. When the water was high you set it on the sink and went back to the living where the perpetrator is calmly sitting on the sofa, innocently licking his paws while washing his face.

• "I don't know... But when Megumi gets his hands on you I swear I won't help you." You know how Megumi treasures that goldfish he got from the first carnival you all went together. "Meow!" Catoru blink up to you with guiltless blue eyes and hop down to rub on your legs.

• "Oh no you don't mister," you pick him up and brought him to an eye level... You watch him blink his beautiful blue eyes and lick his bright pink nose. "Meowww~"

• "You are so cute..." You mumbled while staring in his pretty eyes. "Meoooowww"

• After cat-proofing the living room you went up your bedroom to take a bath with all the sweating you did while moving things and making sure you put the goldfish away from where Catoru's paws could reach. The hot water of the shower soothe away your weariness and the shock of suddenly seeing Satoru turned to a feline. It's not so bad, you thought. After rinsing you went out of the shower.

• "Meow..."

• Your feet almost slipped on the wet surface when you saw the cat sitting on the toilet, eyeing you head to toe in your birth suit. "What the fuck?! How did you get in here?!" Grabbing the nearby towel you wrap yourself and glared at Catoru who just stared at you. You don't anymore if you're imagining things or what but he look smug as he hop down the toilet and with furry tail raised, cat walk out of the bathroom.

• "Oh..." Megumi look at the fluffy white cat sitting on the sofa after he put his backpack in the room. "What's that Megumi?" Tsumiki peek and instantly cheered at the sight of a beautiful cat.

• "Hello, are you Y/n-san's new pet?" Tsumiki greeted at Catoru who nonchalantly climb up the girl's lap and sit there facing her. "Meow~" Tsumiki giggled while Megumi stared intensely at the Cat, as if a light bulb hit him Megumi put his palms forward and without further ado called out. "Gyokuken!"

• "Meowwwwwww!" Catoru stood up Tsumiki's lap and hissed at Megumi's direction as if Megumi is a despicable peasant. "Oh, so your that guy huh? I thought so too," Megumi smirked happy with his prank despite failing to summon his divine dogs.

• A day later you woke up with something warm and heavy resting in your stomach, when you pull the covers off a mop of snow white hair greeted you and Satoru's deep slurry bedroom voice mumbled incoherently. Blinking up to you with sleepy bright blue eyes.

• "G'morning Sugarplum," he murmured, rubbing his face to your warm tummy and stretch out his long limbs, groaning and rubbing his stomach.

• "Get dressed!"

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