#him and his profanity

[macabresque]

remus lupin from starkid's 'a very potter sequel' holds an extremely special place in my heart

[luvingsolace]

I looove the idea of Nico incorporating his language in little things in his life😢

Like for example he solely uses Italian onomatopoeias. A dogs woof woof? It’s Bau Bau for him! Cats meow? It’s a Miao! Pio pio for chicks!

He also constantly literally translates Italian proverbs, leaving everyone but Chiara confused because they simply do not make sense in English. He’s always blabbering about a gifted horse or something about soup and wet bread.

When he uses pet names with Will it’s usually meant to tease, but when he uses them seriously, they are solely Italian ones. You won’t ever catch him saying “baby” or “honey” or “sweetheart”. He calls Will “amore” or “tesoro” or “caro” (he’s an oldie inside). He also stays away from things like “cucciolo” or “pulcino” o “topolino” because he’s simply extremely cringed by them.

He stumbles his toes somewhere? “AHIA” comes out of his mouth. (If not directly a profanity)

He doesn’t know something? “Boh”

[inkyrainstorms]

based on the Billstill au by @jellynut! You guys should totally go check it out, it's so cool and angsty and somehow my monkey brain took that idea and made it Stan tormenting Bill forevermore. (This has spiraled rapidly not its own au of an au based on an earlier idea I had once) (might draw more of this au and that one who knows)

This has been going on for at least 15 hours straight, and Stan is having the time of his goddamn life watching Bill suffer

And then Bill gave Stan horrendous night terrors

And then Stan bought a giant bag of nachos and ground them up into crumbs and dumped them in the sea or some shit

Transcript and full image under cut

Bill, floating intangibly: You're a loser, Mac

Stan, looking up from his magazine: Yeah? And you're an interdimensional demon dumb enough to die in my head. You're the biggest idiot I know, and I know me

[theloveinc]

OlderDad!Bakugou who gets a haircut and his baby doesn't recognize him and he doesn't want his dad to pick him up 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Bakugou has a cry in the bathroom and you have to spend the rest of the night consoling him.

Also Hiiiiiii, miss u, hope youre gooooood

head in my hands bc of this, just thought abt bakugo growing out his hair a little bit right after baby's birth...takes him months to go and get a real haircut cuz he doesn't wanna burden you more than he already has and by the time he's okay with the thought (but only for "AN HOUR MAX," is what he says), he has a mullet thing going on and all this scruff on his chin🥺🥺🥺

so he gets home with his regular ol' haircut, maybe a little shorter just to account for ... not wanting to go again so soon, and baby's HOLLERING bloody murder as soon as they see him and refusing to be taken out of your arms, doing that thing where they're flipping their face back and forth to dodge a kiss...

it's so tragic bc not even a little cheek nuzzling helps to calm them bc bakugo's CLEAN SHAVEN and smells like aftershave instead of like dad when he tries!!!!!!

and after, you watch him kinda sulk into the bathroom, thinking like aw yeah thats a bummer but also pretty funny, too (esp bc the haircut does look good🫣🤓), AND HE DOESN'T COME OUT FOR LIKE an hour???

....until you finally have to ask him if he's okay in there and you're opening the door to him sitting on the toilet seat, arms crossed and red cheeks a little streaky with tears...

LJFKASDJFADSJK it's the cutest, most sad sight you ever did see!! ofc Bakugo tries to deny it, but the way he tears up again (after you're done assuring him he did nothing wrong) when his baby finally realizes it's him and smiles (and then how he refuses to give them up again until bedtime) has his ass. EXPOSED.

(i love and miss u more than air, earth, water, dirt + HOPE YOU'RE GOOD TOO BESTIE ILY)

[insomniiuh]

I AM SICK!!! I AM DEEPLY ILL!!! IT IS FATAL!!! KILLIAN I LOVE YOU. TRISTAN MCFORD I AM GOING TO DO THINGS TO YOU THAT WOULD GET ME BANNED FROM EVERY PUBLIC SPACE... I WOULD DO THINGS TO YOU THAT WOULD LEAVE YOU TREMBLING... I AM GOING TO DEVOUR THIS MAN I SWEAR TO GOD. HES CONSUMING MY BRAIN. THE ROT IS SPREADING. WHY IS HE SO SHAPED. I LOVE HIM PAINFULLY.

[heylittleriotact]

If Emmrich gets drunk enough on I dunno... fucking absinthe or something on a random Tuesday night where he doesn't have to work the next morning, he can and will recite the complete lyrics to Stagger Lee by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds -- complete with awkward cheesy wriggly little Cave-esque dance moves. Rook, also drunk, watches this unfold and is absolutely fucking floored.

[letoscrawls]

No one:

Italians: *casually being the most gorgeous athletes you've ever seen*

[wolfgang1097]

In case anybody isn't aware, there's a brief backstory about a certain Spy vs. Spy short

Good evening, folks. The Spy vs. Spy short that had to do with ventriloquism from MADtv is basically another fan favorite besides Defection. Not to mention that it's also the only short where anybody has spoken a single word at all.

I will admit, I do find the raspy voices, and the incomprehensible babble, the spies were given (especially White Spy) pretty interesting and, just like the suppressed snickering they had throughout most of the shorts, it suits them very well to some degree.

I've heard rumors that the spies were probably voiced by Bryan Callen right up until he left the show right after season two. Is this true? I dunno, but it may be possible.

Anyhow, in case anybody isn't aware, this whole incident was actually provoked when Black taunted White by shouting profanities at the latter whilst he was minding his own business, as seen at the very beginning of the original paperback strip.

See?

Geesh, as much I like Black Spy and all, he can be such a huge wise-ass (I kinda did want to slug Black in the gut for straight up taunting White like that, I will admit). Well, it all came back to bite him on the ass when White retaliated by inventing a mini speaker and a mini microphone so that..well I'd see the events unfold in the video if I were you (and/or check out the original paperback strip, too; if y'all happen to have that paperback book with this strip), and the rest is history.

Hope y'all enjoyed finding out about this. Peace.

I do not claim ownership of any content. Spy vs. Spy belongs to the defunct MAD magazine and Antonio Prohias.

[tio-trile]

I watched the show first, and then the book, and I have to agree about the dove.

Like Show Azi is such a lovely soft character and then that last episode hits, and he's gonna kill Adam? Huh?? This guy ???¿?? I was gobsmacked, it made no sense at all. But it was also only one part and all's well that ends well, so I didn't question it.

Then I read the book. And Aziraphale is. Well, he's trying to be nice. He gives away the sword and he's polite to everyone. But the people who menace his shop disappear, and he's very comfortable with lying, and making temptations, and he kills a dove and doesn't even care. Ah, yes. This is someone who would consider killing Adam to save the world. He'd feel so bad about it! But he absolutely would. Hot take: Aziraphale would've thrown the basket.

Oh yeah, it makes way more sense for Book!Aziraphale's character, because show!Aziraphale has always been so soft and so good. I hadn't thought about how someone who watched the show first would react to that before, haha! And yes, you are correct about book!Aziraphale. That bastard.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Hellooooooo

Have you ever thought about what Yomi's like when ill

probably just as insufferable as when he's healthy LMAO

[wardensantoineandevka]

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Send a 📂 (or, just "folder") to hear about a WIP I love but am probably never going to finish writing or an idea I think about a writing lot but am probably never going to get around to. optionally: specify a fandom or character or ship or whatever you're interested in hearing any ideas about

Evka and Antoine, perhaps with Davrin and a couple of other Wardens, working through the full Cauldron to see what's still stored there and how best to properly manage it going forward. Both in a sense of properly securing dangerous objects that remain but also in restoring dignity to the griffon crypt and properly laying all those bones to rest.

This is potentially two separate fic ideas. If you're familiar with CritRole, bit of a Nein in Aeor vibe about the first part about sorting through what dangerous artifacts and such are still around and how to properly secure them.

I think Davrin, as the caretaker of Assan and who saved the remaining surviving griffons including by passing through here at the Cauldron, and Antoine, who is in charge of the griffons if they're returned to the Wardens and is functionally High Constable (commander of the aerials), properly laying the remains of the griffons into the crypts with the care and dignity they were denied, and how difficult that is emotionally and this as a first step toward what the Wardens hope to become, would be nice to write about.

[blackvahana]

Had an AP dream last night, not sure how accurate it was to the actual events but it was at minimum partly off. Either way... Projected. Called Lev there while I was doing so because I'm a clingy bitch... ah... husband...

[write-kin]

🥄 for cal? (specifically im thinking blood, if u need a suggestion c: )

anon. i like your mind.

🥄- Force Feeding

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Cal isn't sure... why it disgusts him right now. He's drank blood well and fine before. Normally, he has to keep himself in check at the sight of it.

But now, the sight of the blood pouring from the poor bandit's neck simply makes him want to throw up. He's not sure if he can throw up, but his stomach definitely wants to test the theory.

In front of him, Montresor wrenches the man's head back, prying open his jaw, pulling out the vial of holy water the man had clenched between his teeth.

"Hm. Surprising this one managed to get so far in. He couldn't even crush the glass like they normally do." Cal's eyes traced the arc of the vial as it was thrown into the fire.

Montresor shifted back towards him, holding the dead man by the neck. He opened his mouth to speak, before seemingly noticing Calamine's state- sat back in the armchair he'd been manhandled into, curled up, looking so pale he was almost blue, face a carefully measured show of disgust. If he could be sweating, he would be.

Montresor tsks, a glimmer of concern in his eyes. He pulls Cal's legs down, moving him so his legs are crossed, hands down on his lap. Calamine wants to protest, wants to swat his hands away and go back to the far more comfortable ball he'd pulled himself into, but he couldn't.

He wasn't sure if it was because of the blood magic or something else. The idea of moving felt like a monumental task, and he thought he might pass out during it.

Calamine watches, head resting against the back of the chair, as Montresor takes one of the wine glasses from the nearby table, and like one would squeeze juice from an orange, eases the blood into it.

The scent of it is metallic, and Cal can't bring himself to stare at it for too long. It's nauseating, the way it shifts, the thin film it leaves on the glass. He closes his eyes.

The next thing he knows, Montresor is standing over him, holding the glass to his lips.

And Calamine does something stupid. He turns his head to the side, away from the glass, from the foul-smelling liquid.

"No."

"No?"

Montresor's voice is low, soft, dangerous. Too carefully, he tilts Calamine's head back, holding the glass so the rim juts between Cal's lips, the unpleasant sensation of glass bumping against his teeth. Cal dares to open his eyes, and Montresor's stern crimson eyes meet his own. They're doing the thing again, where they don't seem to reflect light, and Calamine tumbles forwards mentally.

"Open," Montresor says, and Cal's mouth opens up enough for the glass to be tipped in. The blood coats his tongue, and instead of the thick, sweet, metallic taste he's used to, it's disgusting. It feels like it's curdling on his tongue, like too-old milk, like it's drying up.

There's a glimmer in Montresor's eyes, the slight furrow of his brows, all telling Cal that he's worried. He's concerned. When has Montresor ever been concerned for him like this?

Before long, the liquid fills his mouth, and a little dribbles down his chin. Not needing to breathe means you can't choke other than on reflex, so he doesn't swallow. For some reason, the idea is repulsive, and he wants to cough it up. Monstresor pulls the glass away, and gently- concerningly so- closes Cal's mouth, tipping his head up in a way that forces him to swallow.

The moment he does, the moment Montresor lets go, Calamine sputters, coughs, the blood left in his mouth spattering onto his gloves, in a way that would be concerning if it was his own blood. He wipes it away from his chin, smearing it a little, and in his mind's eye he looks almost feral.

There's Montresor's hand in his hair, the claws of his gauntlets being moved too-carefully so as not to hurt Cal, and the glass is pressed to his lips again. He has a little more fight in him this time, but it's no use. The copper taste slides down his throat, thick and cloying and awful, until it is gone. Until he is let go, and he can slump down, nausea rolling over in his stomach and unable to go anywhere.

His head hurts. He wants to sleep. He barely has enough energy, all of a sudden, to process these thoughts.

Instead, like an animal, he has fed, and the exhaustion drops upon him like a thick fur blanket. Not that he could sleep with how awful he feels. All he can do is focus on the horrible taste in his mouth, how Montresor stares down at him, how small and exhausted and vulnerable he feels all of a sudden.

It's not a good feeling.

[meezer]

one other person showed up for Mr Armpit and we just had the seminar like that. it was a great time though genuinely I felt very academically stimulated. he thanked us for coming and wished us a happy Easter holiday 🥺 I said thank you you too and he seemed touched and thanked me

[tiredg0ds]

i hate living in america lol

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

The family has no idea how they feel about Data, on one hand hes basically Volnutt’s memory storage that contains data of Megaman Trigger and on the other hand Weird silly family pet?? Companion??? Whu-

They can’t understand him but they have a gut feeling of what he means.

X just thinks he’s fine, cute little guy gives him head pats. Probably suggested that he at least get his own bed at least. But also wants some info out of the monkey about Elysium.

Harpuia doesn’t care but finds him endearing enough to tolerate him. Surprisingly a good assistant to have around.

Leviathan thinks that he is the cutest baby ever!!! Spoils him rotten, buy and dresses him up in the cutest outfits. *Data gets like so many outfits and it’s not even funny bro has his own personal wardrobe and room in the home*

Fefnir would fucking Bully Data just for the hell of it. That stupid fucking monkey is just too silly and always notices his stupid little dances when everyone are quiet. He did the dance on his pawn once, he was this close to throw him just for the hell of it-

Phantom The monkey has privileges that no one else has, probably suggested Levi of getting him a matching outfit with him. He’s the one to safely takes Data to Volnutt in secret when he’s on dangerous Digs. They both have matching scarves.