Mini Loki Protection Jar

Hello, hope you having a good day/night can you do some cuddle headcannons with Art the clown? If you can't I understand hope you have a good day/night

ofc i can do this!

wow, art the clown cuddling, that’s like impossible.

naw i’m just kidding he loves cuddles!! only if he likes you. he has to like you, or well…you know don’t you?

he rubs his nose in your neck a fuck ton. that’s his favorite thing to do when y’all cuddle. he’s like a big teddy bear. a very skinny, thin teddy bear. 😂

he may try to touch you somewhere you don’t want to be touched at the moment. just pop his hand and he’ll stop. it happens a lot, he can’t help it, but he’ll eventually get the memo and quit.

when he comes home from murder his first thing to do is get in bed with you. BUT!! you make him either A: take his dirty ass a shower then get in the bed. B: make him sit on the floor, which forces him to take a shower because he wants cuddles. either way he’s getting in the shower.

he likes to be the little spoon but sometimes he’ll be the big one, he likes to feel like the protector. also yes, he does suck his thumb. what can i say, he’s a big baby.

sometimes you give him back rubs after a long day. he struggles to stay awake as your hands rub along his back. he loves you, he really does. he also trust you enough to sleep around you, with his back turned and everything.

give him forehead kisses when y’all cuddle, please!! he needs them, or else he’ll beg and then the damn air horn comes out.

oh how can i forget, watching movies!! horror movies, at fucking 5 pm on a saturday. he’s so weird, but you’re weird too because you’re the one dating him.

The Jellicle Cats of Baldur’s Gate 😼🔪

I’m simp for them

Same energy

Steve x reader where the reader maybe hasn't gotten alot of sleep and so they are having a movie night and cuddling and she falls asleep and later the kids walk in and steve gets all protective and is trying to make sure they dont wake her up

I literally started giggling when I read this?

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, protective!steve,

She's Dreaming | Steve x Reader

Movie night was a special tradition in the Harrington household. You have been doing it every single Friday since you’ve known him and today was no different - except, the raging tiredness, stemmed from balancing schoolwork and the busy babysitting life of Steve, was taking a toll on you.

It was a colder night than usual, with light showers and heavy fog. Perfect for a movie night. If only you were in the mood for it. Steve was heavily anticipating watching The Outsiders, mostly due to the attractive cast but he wouldn’t willingly share that. You were both situated on his living room couch, a thin blanket covering you lightly, with a bowl of popcorn between you.

Barely an hour in, your eyes began to fall, forcing you to lean on Steve to stay awake. Of course, he welcomed this gesture and made sure to pull the blanket tighter, preventing anything from disturbing you. He had known how much homework wears you out, offering to do it for you even if he wasn’t the most academic person alive. It’s the thought that counts. He was hoping you’d take advantage of the movie night so that you could catch up on some rest. After all, he did care for you.

This wouldn’t be the first time you had cuddled up close to Steve. It was typical on a movie night. The low lights. The calm and peaceful atmosphere. Steve himself was just the perfect cuddle buddy and certainly wasn’t afraid to be the first to initiate it.

Staying awake was the most difficult part. Sleep was luring you into pure relaxation and the gentle warmth radiating from Steve was not helping at all. Steve was humming softly, playing with your hair between his long calloused fingers. Soon you were lulled to sleep by the sense of security Steve was providing.

Maybe thirty minutes had passed since you had fallen asleep. Steve was focused solely on letting you rest, turning the television down a few notches and covering your ears with the blanket. There was a light scratching noise emanating from the door and Steve already knew what was about to happen.

Before he could get up and stop the boys from causing a ruckus, he remembered you were asleep next to him and could not bring himself to disturb you. Knowing the boys, they would not be very quiet at all. After separate different tries to unlock the door, Dustin finally opens it, falling in along with Lucas, Mike, and Will in tow.

“HEY-“ Dustin attempted to say.

“Henderson” Steve warned, gesturing to your sleeping body next to him. “Be quiet.”

“I’m sure she’d love to see us, what’s the big deal?“ Lucas butted in, pushing past Dustin to look at you.

“She needs the sleep.” He whispered. “Quiet.”

Dustin shrugged his shoulders and sat on the couch opposite to them. “So what are we supposed to do?”

“You can go up to my room but I swear to God if you make any noise, you’re gone.” He glared, pointing directly at Dustin and Lucas. “And please don’t touch anything.”

They all sighed with Steve giving them multiple shushes. He pointed at the stairs and didn’t say another word, monitoring you to see if you were woken up. Once everyone else was upstairs, Dustin ventured down to harass Steve - again.

“So when are you going to tell her that you’re in with love her?” Instead of being met with a response, a thick pillow was promptly thrown at Dustin’s head, smacking him straight in the forehead.

“My sisters cat doesn’t like leafy greens but pretends to eat them to make her bunny feel comfortable“ 

(via)

Swamp Star | Baldurs Gate 3

You and Art the Clown getting married

— REQUESTED: @jokersgrf — PAIRING: GN!reader + Art the Clown — WARNINGS: blood, implied murder, and well, Art is a serial killer clown so. — A/N: Thanks for this request! I had a lot of fun coming up with these. Enjoy, reblog, and leave me some requests if you liked it!

OF COURSE, Art's proposal is a spectacle. Art waits for you to finish the scavenger hunt — yes, there are riddles involved — to meet you at the end, dressed in his usual garments, but now, he is brandishing a big bowtie around his neck. Formal. His grin says it all. Art holds out the box in his hands, with the bottom soaked with blood that stings your nostrils. You open it to find a heart. A human heart. You smile politely although you are retching a little on the inside. A card rests on the bloody organ. “I got you this as a gift / Now you have my heart / Can I have yours too, Y/N? / I love you, Art.” You don’t notice, but Art has dropped to one knee and holds out a ring. “Of course I’ll marry you!” You exclaim, yanking him up to kiss him. “I love you too, Art.”

AS EXPECTED, Art insists on going to help pick out what you’ll wear on the big day. As you’re focusing on picking out articles to try on, there is suddenly some excited honking from that familiar bicycle horn. You look toward the sound, a little afraid of what you might see. Art has come out of the dressing room wearing the frilliest, laciest, most extravagant wedding dress you’ve ever seen over his usual clothing. After a few poses and an exaggerated curtsy from the clown, your stomach is already hurting from laughing. “You’re beautiful, Art!” You tell him, holding up your hand to cover your mouth and try to control your laughter. He fakes shyness by hiding his eyes, and then he blows you a kiss before disappearing to get changed.

YOU BOTH CHOOSE to put Emily, the Little Pale Girl, in your wedding party. You are both too scared of what will happen if you don’t.

ON THE BIG DAY, your vows about “‘til death do us part,” but Art wanted to add a little something extra. When it comes the time to read his vows, he does a somersault for you before he whispers those vows to the priest — or possibly a threat — who looks frightened but announces the two of you are married. You dance down the aisle together as you leave, balloons falling from the ceiling.

FOR YOUR HONEYMOON, you two newlyweds go to a Caribbean resort. He insists on paying every time you order fruity drinks at the pool, and when he goes up to the bar with his trash bag in arm, you can’t bear to tell him that the resort is all-inclusive. Everything’s already paid for. As he pulls out coin after coin, you laugh. And you’re glad you’ll be laughing for the rest of the life you have together, however long — or short — that may be. You hope the two of you live happily together for a long, long time — 'til death do you part.

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes in What If…?

stretch & leatherface (bts)

the texas chainsaw massacre 2: (1986)