#i would just annoy on purpose

[dykeishh]

i want to be her age gap gf with too much energy that make jokes that r immature asf or that she doesn’t understand. like ik her ass would be making this face multiple times a day

she’s just too cute when she’s annoyed 😭

[starry-bi-sky]

the moment im able, Danny and Bruce are going to be annoying each other On Purpose SO much in WTNS. I have an arsenal of non-bat related nicknames for Bruce on standby (that is steadily collecting more as i come across them) and ready for my disposal

Danny: Batman. Batman. Bruce: oh we’re going full name now. Danny: Batman. Bruce: hm. Danny: lean down for me Bruce, doing just that indulgently: hm? Danny, grabbing him by the shirt collar: dont start throwing stones in glass houses, batboy [Bruce was teasing him about wearing flannels]

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Danny: mind you, i have unmitigated access to your closet Bruce: ah. i see. of course

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Danny: sir, you are dressed as a bat, choose your next words carefully Bruce: 🤨 Danny: trust me i have nothing but respect for your commitment to the bit, but Danny: you are still dressed as a bat Danny: and i am not above taking potshots

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Danny makes a point to thwap Bruce on the ankles with his cane when he's being annoying/a dumbass/because it's funny. Sometimes it lands, sometimes Bruce hops out of the way before that. Bruce hopping away leads to Danny continuing to try and thwap him until he succeeds

Playfighting is also a thing. And by playfighting i mean Danny is trying to bop Bruce, and Bruce is blocking him via batting his hands away. Danny will not stop until he's successfully poked Bruce in the ribs

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bruce:…what are you doing danny, faux-punching bruce in the side. and by that i mean he is poking him the side/arm with his fists and quietly making "pow-pow-pow" noises. it doesnt even do any damage he's pr much just tapping him: danny, still faux-hitting him: bothering you danny, pausing: is it working bruce, trying not to smile:…no danny: damn danny: [goes back to faux-hitting him]

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Danny: [playfully putting his hands up defensively] Bruce: thats not how you do that Danny: you think im going for accuracy? [one-sided slap fight ensues]

[luvst4rc0r3]

“YOU’RE my wife, Sev”

Sevika x F!Reader

WC:1021

NOTE: establish marriage. I’m just lonely y’all.😰😭

It was late. The kind of late where even the hum of Zaun’s streets had dulled into a low murmur. You were sitting at the table in your shared apartment, carefully arranging a small bow on the gift you’d picked out for Sevika.

She’d been working long hours at Silco’s beck and call, barely home except for the nights she stumbled in after a few too many drinks. Tonight, though, you were prepared. You’d wanted to surprise her—a little reminder that she was loved, even when she didn’t think she deserved it.

The sound of the front door creaking open pulled your attention. Heavy footsteps followed, uneven and slow. You sighed, setting the gift down on the table. Sevika had finally made it back.

She appeared in the doorway, her tall frame slouched, her jacket hanging off one shoulder. Her usually sharp eyes were glassy, and she had that familiar sway to her step that screamed “too much whiskey.”

“Hey, you,” you said softly, trying not to startle her.

Her gaze locked onto you, and a slow, lazy grin spread across her face. “Hey… you.” Her words slurred together as she stumbled toward the table.

And then she saw it.

The gift.

Her brow furrowed as she leaned forward, squinting at the tag tied to the ribbon. She mouthed the words as she read them aloud: “To my dearest wife.”

She froze.

For a long moment, she just stared at the tag, her drunken mind working overtime to process what she’d just read. Then, like a dam breaking, her face crumpled.

“Wh—what the fuck?” she muttered, her voice shaky as tears started streaming down her face.

“Sevika?” you asked, standing from your chair.

But she didn’t answer. Instead, she sank to the floor, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed.

“Sevika! What’s wrong?” you asked, rushing to her side. You knelt beside her, resting a hand on her arm, but she flinched away, shaking her head.

“I—I didn’t know!” she cried, her voice muffled by her hands. “I didn’t know you had a wife!”

Your heart stopped for a moment, confusion washing over you. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t tell me,” she sobbed, looking up at you with wide, tear-streaked eyes. “You’re married! And—and she’s so lucky, you know that? You’re—you’re amazing. And I love you. But I can’t—I can’t even… I can’t even be with you because you’re taken.”

It hit you then.

Oh, she forgot.

“Sevika,” you started, trying to keep your voice calm.

“No, don’t,” she said, shaking her head violently. “Don’t make it worse. I already feel so stupid. I thought… I thought maybe I had a chance. But no, you’re married, and now I’m just—just some idiot in love with someone she can’t have.”

You bit your lip, fighting back a laugh. As heart-wrenching as her drunken meltdown was, the situation was too ridiculous to ignore.

“Sevika,” you said again, gently cupping her face in your hands. Her tear-filled eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the devastation written all over her expression.

“You’re my wife.”

She blinked.

“What?”

“You’re my wife, Sev” you repeated, your voice soft but steady. “The gift is for you.”

Her brows knitted together, her lips parting slightly as if to argue, but no words came out. You could practically see the gears turning in her hazy mind.

“For me?” she whispered after a moment, her voice small.

You nodded. “Yes, for you.”

“But… wait. I’m your wife?”

You nodded again, smiling now. “Yes, Sevika. You’re my wife. We got married six months ago, remember? You wore that fancy black suit you hated but looked amazing in, and we danced until your legs gave out.”

Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. Finally, she managed to stammer, “I… I forgot.”

“I know,” you said gently, brushing a tear from her cheek with your thumb.

“I thought… I thought I lost you to someone else,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I thought I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” you said, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re mine, Sevika. Always have been, always will be.”

She stared at you, her expression still caught between disbelief and relief. “I’m yours,” she repeated, almost like she was testing the words.

“Yes, you big idiot,” you teased, though your tone was warm. “Now, come on. Get off the floor and open your gift.”

She let you help her to her feet, her movements sluggish but cooperative. You guided her to the table, where the neatly wrapped box sat waiting. She picked it up carefully, her large hands fumbling with the ribbon for a moment before finally tearing it open.

Inside was a new leather glove to replace the worn one she always complained about, along with a small card that read, “To my one and only—thank you for being my everything.”

She stared at the gift for a long moment before looking back at you, fresh tears welling in her eyes.

“Hey, hey,” you said quickly, stepping closer. “What’s wrong now?”

“I just…” Her voice cracked, and she wiped at her face with the back of her hand. “I love you so much, you know that? I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s nonsense,” you said firmly, wrapping your arms around her waist. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Sevika. And I’m lucky to have you.”

She let out a shaky laugh, resting her forehead against yours. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Good thing you’ll never have to find out,” you said softly, leaning up to kiss her.

Her lips were warm against yours, tasting faintly of whiskey and salt from her tears. When you pulled back, she was smiling—a real, genuine smile that made your heart swell.

“Thank you,” she murmured, holding the glove in one hand while wrapping the other around you.

“For what?”

“For loving me,” she said simply.

“Always,” you replied, resting your head against her chest. “Now, let’s get you to bed before you start crying again, okay?”

She laughed, the sound deep and rich, and for the first time that night, she looked like herself again.

“Yeah,” she said, tightening her hold on you. “Bed sounds good. But only if you come with me.”

“Always,” you repeated, smiling against her shoulder as you led her toward the bedroom.

I’d be coming up with the most randomness ideas

I want sleep

[elodieunderglass]

Eggs for Killie is over!

I award myself the 150th egg for all of the little bits of art. Thank you so much for inspiring me to make them! It’s been really amazing to see all the hard work and to truly appreciate the wide range of crafts and activities everyone can do. Bobbin lace? Shoemaking? Knife forging? Translating Irish? It’s genuinely incredible.

I also really appreciated the people who were taking a rest, too. Thank you for that as well.

And I SUPER, SUPER appreciate everyone who was going through saying encouraging words, leaving replies/reblogging with comments, or liking all these posts. That was also a huge outpouring of kindness and time. I saw you doing it (and tried to make sure OPs did too) and any credit for people feeling empowered? That’s for YOU.

I know for a fact that people were following each other simply because they spotted one of their people through doing this. Thank you for being here - and being brave enough to find each other! 

If you have a project you were working on specifically for this, and missed the inbox, drop me a message - I don’t want to miss you.

150 eggs x 60g (weight of medium-large chicken egg) is 9000g of eggs.

That’s 16.8% of Killie’s body weight in eggs.

I am planning to write a book about Killie and I think it will be very VERY funny to acknowledge every single username who contributed in the acknowledgements…

…. Because I am planning to throw them back at you.

Now rest up, everyone. April Fools tomorrow, we gotta make the REST of the website unusable.

[littlepikmins]

High school TimBer so funny because their teacher will be like, "You'll need a partner for this next assignment." And Bernard will appear behind Tim and say, "Seeing as you're new here and all, you don't have anyone to partner with, do you? Well, don't you worry, Drake, I'll gladly be your partner. And you know I don't just partner up with anybody 😎"

Years later, Bernard thinks back on this and is like, "God, my rizz was so bad in high school. Sorry, Tim."

Tim replies, "Nah, it's okay. Looking back on it now, it was actually pretty cute and funny."

[aardvaark]

the leverage team would have had a games night… once. everyone cheated so much and in such increasingly extreme ways that all mentions of monopoly are banned in their headquarters (this makes talking about marks who monopolize the market very confusing)

[skunkes]

immediate redraw

[illmoraineakoi]

Black outlined by red

Hmm...

Now where have we seen that before?

Methinks Dark might have taken some inspirations...

[artarete]

trying to figure out a timeline for them lmao. I left out SO much that's in my head. but I have drawn Anja redoing Leshy's bandages, Kallamar piercing Anja's ear (under the cut), and the context around Shamura's arrival (though I didn't draw them attacking Anja which is where that scar comes from lol).

also, prophet au picks up exactly where this leaves off, so I drew that too. I hope this all is readable...

[arviyya]

Barty: do you still like me?

Evan: (balls deep in Barty for the last 45 minutes)

Barty:

Evan: no, I hate you. I married you for your money

Barty:

Barty: I knew it

[eruhamster]

was thinking about how hua cheng was a violent menace to society pre-3rd ascension - like the rumors weren't wrong or just about the 33 gods, cuz even just in the early reverend of empty words arc as he's going through the list sqx gives xie lian, he's like 'oh no yeah i killed this guy, this guy, this guy, he xuan killed this guy, i killed this one too... ....like they deserved it tho gege. you'd get it if you were there'

and he's always been a little psychotic, like he as a small child survived a whole assault on the battlefield -in front of xie lian, ie didn't just survive by basis of xie lian being so strong- and was like, slaughtering what had to have been grown men. he killed people(and we know he did, he never got the face disease despite coming in direct contact with the first victims and also becoming a nurse) and didn't even seem fazed by it, even while xie lian himself was trembling afterward about having killed people for the first time, 7 years his senior and having grown up with a sword in his hand.

so like. do you guys think he ever gets like that now. like after the honeymoon phase ends and xie lian insists on going back to scrap collecting because he can't just stay idle forever (and we know he still does this given the bedtime story extra), hua cheng starts causing trouble if his gege's not around.

half of me feels like he wouldn't wanna make his gege disappointed in him so he wouldn't get too bad but i can't shake how funny it would be if the heavens have to beg xie lian to take hua cheng with him on scrap collecting trips, like an unruly child that cannot be trusted alone and won't react well to babysitters

[luvst4rc0r3]

“Strong enough”

Sevika x F!Strong!Reader

WC:1016

NOTE: established relationship. Man I wanna be strong.

The Last Drop was buzzing with energy, the low hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the occasional shout of triumph from the back corner where the arm wrestling contests were taking place. Sevika had her elbows planted firmly on the worn wooden table, her thick, muscular arm locked in a battle with some burly guy twice her size. He was struggling, sweat dripping down his face as he tried—and failed—to match her strength.

“Come on, man,” Sevika chuckled, effortlessly pushing his arm down with a smirk. “You should’ve known better.”

The crowd surrounding them laughed, some clapping as the guy pulled away, cursing under his breath. Sevika wiped her hand on her pants and leaned back, feeling the rush of victory as the next challenger stepped up, eager for their shot.

You were sitting nearby, watching the spectacle with a quiet smile. Your partner was unbeatable when it came to arm wrestling, and the thrill of watching her take on all comers never got old. You weren’t a slouch yourself, though; after all, Sevika didn’t get with you because you were weak. The thing was, she didn’t know just how strong you were when you first started dating.

“Hey, Sevika!” a voice suddenly called out from the crowd, drawing her attention. It was one of the regulars at the bar, a grinning guy with a few drinks in him. “You should arm wrestle your girl!”

Sevika raised an eyebrow, looking over at you. You smiled, giving a casual shrug. “Why not?” you said, already pushing back your chair. “I’m game.”

When Sevika first got together with you, she had no idea how strong you were. She knew you could handle yourself, knew you weren’t the kind to be messed with, but she never really considered just how strong you were. Not until tonight, anyway.

Sevika hesitated for a moment, the doubt flickering across her features. “Nah, I don’t want to hurt you,” she muttered, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “You know, I don’t exactly go easy on people.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured her. You shot the guy a wink. “You said it. Let’s see what happens.”

The crowd’s interest grew, murmurs running through them as they cleared a space at the table. Sevika sighed, still unsure, but she rolled up her sleeves and took her seat across from you, her large hands curling into position.

“Ready?” she asked, though her tone was hesitant, a bit protective.

You grinned. “Born ready.”

The moment your hands met, you could feel her strength, the muscle and power that lay beneath her skin. It was no surprise to you. You knew she was strong, but you had a little trick up your sleeve—strength that had been carefully kept hidden.

Sevika applied pressure, expecting you to struggle a little, but instead, you locked your elbow in place, your body still as a rock. Her brow furrowed in confusion, and she pushed harder. But your grip only tightened, and with a swift twist of your wrist, you turned her hand downward. The room went silent for a moment before the cheers erupted. You’d won.

Sevika blinked, her hand still resting on the table as the crowd erupted into applause and laughter. Some even began to hoot in disbelief, shouting, “Did Sevika let her win?”

“No way, she didn’t let her win,” someone called out.

But the whispers quickly turned into another round of arm wrestling challenges, and one by one, the crowd took turns testing you, thinking that Sevika had just been being nice. But each challenger fell to your strength, one after the other. No matter how big or strong they were, you were always stronger.

By the time the game ended, you were leaning back in your chair, content with the evening’s little surprise. The crowd slowly dissipated, but Sevika was still sitting there, staring at you with wide eyes, a mix of admiration and shock on her face.

“Okay, what the hell?” she muttered, almost in disbelief. “You never told me you were that strong.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “You never asked.”

Sevika’s eyes narrowed, but there was a playful glint in them now. “I thought I was the strong one around here.”

“You are,” you said with a grin, your voice teasing. “But I guess you’ve got some competition.”

As you both made your way out of the Last Drop, Sevika was still processing everything. Her gaze kept flicking to you, almost like she was reassessing every interaction you’d ever had.

When you two got home, she wasn’t done with it. She flopped down onto the couch, arms crossed, her head tilted to the side. “Alright, let’s try this again,” she said, sounding more determined than ever. “This time, I’m gonna beat you.”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a small thrill of anticipation. “Are you sure about that?”

Sevika rolled up her sleeves, settling into position. You mirrored her, your palms pressed together once more.

She grunted as she applied pressure, determined to overpower you. Her face flushed, muscles straining as she pushed with all her might. You held firm, not budging an inch. The longer the battle lasted, the more frustrated she got, until, with a sudden flick of your wrist, her hand hit the table again.

You smirked. “Better luck next time.”

Sevika let out a long sigh, slouching back against the couch. “How the hell did I not know this about you?” she groaned.

You chuckled, reaching over to ruffle her hair affectionately. “Guess I’ve got a few secrets up my sleeve.”

She groaned again, but this time, there was a smile on her face as she looked up at you, completely in awe. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

You winked. “Only the good kind.”

Sevika gave a low laugh, shaking her head. “Next time, you are gonna let me win, right?”

You raised your eyebrows innocently. “We’ll see about that.”

And as she continued to stare at you, all shock and admiration, you knew one thing for sure: this was a relationship full of surprises, and you wouldn’t change a thing.

YALL I need to eat.

I want food

[anexplosionofchaos]

people who say daniel is annoying have NOT met and had to be around actual annoying children

[simp4-lewis]

Todd stevens x student that decides to make a fraternity designed to mock the overly toxic masculinity and huge ego of the members of KNA

[danwhobrowses]

I feel like Twodinus was looking down from his deck chair in the clouds, saw that the group that killed his first body and Otohan and the group that took down Trent and the Weave Mind had united and are on their way and went 'I immediately have to separate them!'

[rottentiger-art]

Colin, lying: you know, if anything were to happen to me, I'd want you to get remarrie-

Pen: okay

Colin: 🤨

Colin: that was really fast 😠