#wooo cheering and clapping

[dynamitekansai]

Via Jade Cargill's Instagram Stories

[r4bbitdragon]

KIBBY IN DUNGEON MESHI OPENING???

[windupaidoneus]

i am not immune to the call of ryuseitai music

[blackgumball]

imagine toh was good

[sabertoothwalrus]

There’s something I love love loveeee about Laios and how badly he wants to be cool.

Let me preface with this: in general, I believe the harder you try to be cool, the less cool you actually are. The less you care what people think about you, if you’re “cringe” or “weird”, the more likely people will perceive you as confident and self-assured.

There are countless pieces of media where characters try to fit in with some group, change every part of themself to look/act like what they’re “supposed” to be, and end up miserable, often realizing the people they’re trying to impress aren’t worth the trouble.

I’ve experienced this in my own life too! Sometimes when I go out I wear a rainbow propeller cap! Cause I think it’s funny and silly and!! I ALWAYS get compliments!! I don’t wear it to be cool, I wear it because it makes me happy. And people overall have a positive reaction to it. it’s a huge contrast to when I was teenager and didn’t really put as much of myself into my appearance/wardrobe, and barely left any kind of impression on people.

So anyway, let’s get into it.

Laios… he’s been hurt so badly by people. He resented humanity for it. And yet, he still yearns for the approval of others. He wants FRIENDS!!!! and was angry and frustrated to learn his perception of his relationship with Shuro was so drastically different than Shuro’s!!!!

He KNEW that people were put-off by his love of monsters. Up until Falin got eaten, he deliberately suppressed how much he talked about it with others. He probably thought by not talking about monsters so much, it was working!! He was doing all the Right Things now! So Shuro confessing he always hated him was a huge blow.

But the reality is, he loves monsters. And most importantly, he loves cool monsters. He fantasizes about what would make the Ultimate Monster.

He feels very strongly about what he considers “cool” as well. He finds all aspects of monsters fascinating, but can still be HORRIBLY underwhelmed when they look too lame for his tastes.

He knows most people don’t feel the same way he does. He knows his “cool” is everyone else’s “weird”. It’s so tragically sweet how he latches onto Kabru the moment he shows interest in monsters, and takes every opportunity to infodump about them to him.

He wants people to find monsters as cool as he does!! But, he also wants people to think he’s as cool as he finds monsters.

Like!!! djkfghadkfjg IT DOESN'T EVEN BOTHER HIM WHEN PEOPLE HAVE A WRONG IMPRESSION OF HIM! He's FLATTERED by it. It's almost like, at this point, it doesn't matter to him if people don't like him. People can not like him and still think he's cool.

And my favorite thing is, it works. Laios IS cool as fuck. You KNOW he thought he looked so badass when he did this and he was RIGHT:

And yet, this is him trying very hard to look cool. But it's Laios's version of cool. It's almost contradictory, in that sense. Cause he knows people still don't get it. Like. He wants to be cool. He doesn't care about the "normal" ways to be cool. He thinks his cringe thing is cool. He does his cringe thing, that people very much do still think is cringe. So you would think that, since he wants people to think he's cool, he would not do the cringe thing. But he wore the pelt because he thought it was cool. And people clapped and cheered for him anyway.

is what he's doing really so different than this? ^

YAYYYYY WOOO GO LAIOS YOURE SO COOL!!!!!!!

[kxsagi]

Isagi with a soft spoken and shy gf who he always encourages to cheer for him back in his highschool games, but all she could muster up was a small 'yay...' But then, come U20 when he was gonna make that goal she's suddenly the loudest voice in the crowd. Screaming "WOOOH GO ICHI GO!" and when he scored she became louder.

Then reverts back to soft girl shy girl mode when she meets with him at the end and gets embarrassed when he teased her on how much her cheering has improved.

“𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐠𝐨!”

a/n: CUTEEE

(art credits go to sumimori_333 on X)

you were never the loud type. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to cheer him on, because you did, gosh, you did. you just… couldn’t bring yourself to yell and scream the way the others could. something about the eyes, the attention, the echo of your voice in a crowd, it always made your throat lock up. 

but still, every game, you were there. whether it was cold or raining or on a weekday right after school, you’d be in the stands, tucked beneath your scarf, your hands wrapped around a thermos of tea. and every time isagi scored a goal, he’d look for you. no matter how many people were cheering his name or clapping or high-fiving each other, his eyes would sweep the bleachers until they landed on you. 

and you, sweet and shy, would lift your hands slightly and offer a tiny, breathy, “yay.” 

it was barely audible over the crowd, sometimes just a little smile paired with it, but isagi saw it every time. and he loved it. loved that you always came. loved that your soft little “yay” was always for him. after every match, he’d nudge your shoulder and tease, “next time, go a little louder, okay?” and you’d nod, cheeks burning, giving the same answer every time: “i’ll try…” 

you never did. 

until now. 

the U-20 match was on a whole different level. the stadium was packed, the energy was electric, and the entire country was watching. you were seated somewhere in the front, surrounded by strangers in national blue jerseys, your hands clasped nervously in your lap as the match unfolded before you like something out of a movie. every second was tense. every pass, every interception, every brush with a goal made your stomach twist. 

and then… it happened. 

isagi broke away with the ball. 

you saw it. you knew. this was it. 

you didn’t think. you didn’t even mean to. 

your voice ripped from your chest before your brain caught up. 

“WOOO! GO ICHI GO!!!” 

people turned to look. but you didn’t notice. because isagi had heard you. in that split second before he shot, he looked, and you swore he smiled. like the whole stadium went quiet just for him to hear you. 

and then the net rippled. 

the goal landed. 

and your voice was back, louder than ever, hands in the air like you’d just won the lottery. “THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!! LET’S GOOOOOO!!” 

the person next to you jumped. someone behind you whooped. and you didn’t care. for once, you didn’t care how many eyes were on you or how red your face was. all you cared about was the fact that he’d done it. and you got to see it. 

after the game, the buzz of the stadium still ringing in your ears, you waited near the entrance where players came out. when isagi spotted you, sweaty and exhausted and grinning so hard his face probably hurt, he made a beeline straight for you. you didn’t even get a word out before he was hugging you, arms wrapped tight around your waist, forehead pressed into your shoulder as he breathed in the comfort only you could give. 

“you were loud,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your scarf. “like, really loud.” 

you squeaked, trying to pull back, but he only tightened his hold. 

“i-it just came out!” you stammered. “i was just… really into the moment…” 

he pulled back enough to look at you, eyes glinting with amusement. “go ichi go?” he repeated, grinning. “that’s new.” 

“stop teasing,” you whined, burying your face in his chest. 

but he was laughing now, breathless and happy. “you’re adorable. like, actually. you went from ‘yay…’ to ‘GO ICHI GO!!!’ in one game.” 

you groaned. “never again.” 

“oh no. no take-backs. you’ve officially been promoted to loudest supporter. i expect this level of energy from now on.” 

you looked up at him, face still warm and embarrassed. “… you really heard me?” 

his smile softened, the teasing giving way to something gentler. “of course i did. i always hear you.” 

you melted right then and there. 

he leaned in to kiss your forehead, thumb brushing over your cheek. “thanks for cheering, shy girl. means the world.” 

you mumbled a quiet, familiar “yay…” against his chest. 

and he grinned like he just won all over again. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[demie90s]

Zumba Queen

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UConn x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:During a chill team trip to the mall, reader mysteriously disappears—until Geno and the squad hear loud music coming from upstairs and find her leading a full-on Zumba class.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:Crack fic, comedy, team chaos, reader is unserious

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Swearing, secondhand embarrassment, Geno does a forced two-step

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.4k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: “Where’s Y/N?” “WOO! LET’S GO, MARY BETH!” She’s doing Zumba with retired gym teachers and they adore her. Geno’s traumatized. Reader is thriving.

We were supposed to be bonding. Team trip. Little group outing. Something chill—mall stroll, food court snacks, maybe matching hoodies if Nika felt cute enough.

But of course, I disappeared.

One second we were walking past the pretzel stand. Next thing you know, I was gone.

“Where’s Y/N?” Geno asked, looking around like I’d wandered off in a storm.

“Wasn’t she right behind us?” Azzi said.

“She said she was thirsty,” Caroline muttered. “I think she lied.”

Then—before anyone could even panic—someone screamed across the second floor.

“YEAH LET’S GO, BABY! SHOW ’EM MARY BETH!”

Everyone froze. Eyes slowly drifted toward the railing above the escalator. And there I was.

In the middle of a mall Zumba class. Surrounded by a dozen elderly women in pastel tracksuits and orthopedic sneakers. Leading like I was born to do it. Arms up, hips going, shouting things like “Y’ALL FEEL THAT HEAT?! WOO! ACTIVE BODY, ACTIVE MIND!” while “Let’s Get Loud” blasted from a Bluetooth speaker.

The seniors? Eating it up. Sweating. Smiling. Following my every move like I was Beyoncé and this was opening night.

The team? Horrified.

“I’m gonna pretend I don’t know her,” KK mumbled, phone already out to record.

“Why is she so good at that?” Ice asked, genuinely impressed.

“She’s so unserious,” Nika said.

Geno just pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re not bringing her next time.”

And me? I didn’t even notice them watching.

Too busy living my best life with Dolores, Ruth, and Mary Beth, screaming “VIBE CHECK!” while clapping above my head like I was on a Zumba world tour.

Geno stormed up to the railing like he was gonna fix something.

“Y/N!” he yelled, loud as hell. “Let’s go! What the hell is this?”

I whipped around mid-hip swivel, sweatband crooked, whole chest heaving like I just got done with a set in a championship game. I spotted him over the top of the speaker and lit up.

“COACH!” I hollered. “WE MOVING OUR BODIES FOR JOINT HEALTH! WOOO!”

The class cheered. Dolores fist-pumped. Geno blinked like he forgot how to process information.

Azzi leaned over the railing, half laughing, half mortified. “Coach, I think they love her.”

“They do,” Nika said, still filming. “They’d fight us to keep her.”

And they weren’t wrong.

Because when Geno actually started marching toward the group like he was gonna pull me mid-lunge, Mary Beth stepped forward. Little pink headband, purple tracksuit, arms out like a damn bodyguard.

“She’s our instructor,” she said. “Give us five more minutes.”

Geno looked at her, then looked at me.

I just clapped to the beat and yelled, “COME ON COACH, DO A LITTLE TWO STEP! SHOW ’EM WHAT YOU GOT!”

The entire circle of elders turned to him. Waiting. Expectant. Terrifying. And Geno? This grown man? This Hall of Fame coach? He did it.

One half-assed two-step. Shoulders stiff. Jaw clenched. Eyes dead.

KK collapsed against the railing.

“I’m crying,” she said. “I’m actually crying.”

Azzi covered her face. “We are never going to another mall again.”

But I? I was thriving. Sweatband on. Heart full. Surrounded by old ladies screaming “GO Y/N GO Y/N” as I hit a final pose with Mary Beth.

And when Geno finally dragged me out, all I said was:

“Y’all got next week without me. They already booked me for Thursdays.”

[rexhya]

boss at work nanami —- modern office au.

the office crew go to celebrate the end of a years hard work and share drinks!!! reader gets super drunk, boss nanami lets down his cold exterior?!

risky celebration — ✦ ✦

warn — none

incl — nanamin ;> ♡ + bonus texts !

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It was around 7pm when you were dragged into the end of year celebration your company was holding, if you were being honest, it was a much needed reward after an entire year of excel spreadsheets and annoying customers you had to deal with.

"[Name] you made it!" Gojo said excitedly, causing a few of many heads to turn towards you and cheer drunkenly, the party had already gotten started.

"Yeah, couldn't miss out on free beer and barbecue now could I?" you laughed taking a seat quietly next to him. Before Gojo could respond another eruption of cheers occurred when Nanami, your boss walked into the room. You were surprised, it wasn't typical of him to attend any gatherings no matter the occasion but you were happy to see him nonetheless. He took a seat next to you before greeting the rest of his employee's ( not Gojo, which made you laugh ).

You looked at his appearance, chiseled jaw, his tie was undid slightly and wrinkled lines under his eyes that gave you the impression he was in much need of a break as well. You'd never understand how Gojo could annoy the man so easily, although he was patient, you never pick up on how the white haired freak was able to cross the fine line between a friend and being a nuisance to the man. You guessed it was because they had been working together for so long.

The barbecue was passed around slowly and you were starting to feel awkward as Gojo socialized with everyone but you. You glanced at Nanami's face trying to converse, "You should give a speech," you whispered and Nanami's cold dead eyes switched to you.

"Well I'm not sure I have it in me after this year." he sighed.

"Oh," you coughed. How embarrassing, it was obvious he wasn't in the mood for talking, and after dealing with everything and now you, you should have known better. The night continued on like this, everyone else partying their asses off, Nanami sitting quietly drinking his beer and you trying to be as sociable as he would allow. You felt awkward, sipping your sorrows away eventually it led for a very delirious and confusing night.

You were completely plastered, to say the least.

"Wooo, go 'Toru!" You cheered quietly, he was standing in the middle of the room, champagne bottle in hand singing his heart out. Nanami rolled his appropriately.

Satoru, who'd had a keen eye on you pointed in the air, "Okay, this one goes out to my favorite girl." and began mockingly doing a peace sign between his tounge, your co-workers erupted in shouts, Gojo was as usual teasing you but it made you blush nonetheless. Next to you Nanami squinted his eyes but you hadn't noticed, continuing to clap clueless as he sung.

Eventually things had simmered down, most people had already headed home and so It was just you, your boss, Gojo and a few stragglers left. You were stumbling your way to your car when Nanami stopped you.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked his arms crossed.

Your heart jumped in anxiety, had you done something? If you didn't you hadn't a clue what it was. "H-home?"

"Not like that you aren't, your extremely intoxicated."

A beat of silence passed before you had It in your right might to say something.

"Well then, how will I get home?" You asked softly, your words slightly slurred. Nanami cleared his throat before speaking.

"Well, I could drop you off, if you're okay with it of course." you beamed at him so brightly he almost took your cheeks and squished them between his palms right then and there.

"That would be wonderful, yes, thank you!"

He led you to his car thoughtfully, he'd messes up at the party. His attempt at a joke had come out flat and you didn't speak with him for the rest of the night (understandably) this was his chance to smooth things over, you sat in the car, struggling to buckle you seat.

Nanami watched the clip miss the slot 3 times before deciding to waft his smoky vanilla scent into your presence and help you, smiling politely as he did it. You tried not to smile, instead giving him this dopey look of pleasure instead.

"Thanks haha."

"Not a problem."

The two of you sat quietly in the car, Nanami stressing over a way to make himself seem less..distant should he say.

"So–"

"I–"

You both started, and laughed. "You go first." he said.

"I was going to uhm, apologize for earlier ya' kno' i didn't mean ta' pressure you into speaking i was just trying to socialize and yeah." you nodded to yourself proudly like you'd been rehersing it in your head all night. (you had)

"Oh there's nothing to apologize for, I was only joking when i had said that, it was nothing personal." he stated glancing at your figure in the passenger's seat.

"Really? your voiced sounded watery, and soo enough you were crying, "We'll that's great because I honestly thought you'd hated me for the longest especially after today, gosh i'm just so lonely nowadays it's just really reassuring to know someone around here likes me ya' kno'".

Kento face paled at your tears, it was obvious yiu were an emotional drunk which was on a side note: adorable but what had confused him more the words yous said to him.

"Miss. [Name], you mean to tell me you're lonely?"

You nodded, sniffing and hicing slightly, "Well, yeah I mean, It's not like I really talk to anyone besides 'Toru and a couple others. Even then were not that close.."

Now he was even more confused, "Really, you and Gojo aren't close? Then what was that thing about, eailer when he was singing for you."

You sputtered, suddenly very aware that this was your boss you were talking to. "Oh well, you know. He just likes to tease me as usual, it doesn't meant anything. And anyway's Nanami aren't the two of you closer? I havent a clue how he gets away annoying you like that."

"Call me Kento. And yes, well, we are close. I just had no idea that you were too."

"I see."

You and Nanami rode the rest of the trip in silence, eventually reaching your house seeing as you tripping over the stairs on you way out of the party Nanami decides to help you in. His chest is warm and you try to focus on the steps to help. When you finally reach the steps Nanami is disappointed, he'd got so caught up in his own mind he'd forgotten ther'd be a time you'd actually have to leave.

"Well," he started, "I suppose this is good—" but he didn't get to finish before a sloppy wet kiss was placed on the corner of his mouth.

"Goodnight Kento, I wish you a wonderful evening."

"You to—" he was cut off my he loud slam of a door.

++ bonus !!

[xiao-come-home]

So after reading Boothill's leaked story I need some sort of fluff 😭 my heart is fractured

Any fluff you have

Hello anon! Here are some random Boothill headcanons I had in my drafts for a while 🥺👉👈

Boothill wakes you with pressing kisses on your face if you sleep too long. Well, "too long" in at least in his mind - he's the one staying up all night, unless he needs to recharge himself. Once the morning sun begins to dance with its rays on your face, Boothill props himself up with his elbow and tenderly brushes the hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead first. And then.. on your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your temples, neck, jaw— and then you throw a pillow at him.

Boothill is THAT loud parent on your kid's performances. He cheers loudly from his seat and stands up when he sees his child coming on stage, "WOOO! THAT'S IT! THATS MY BABY! DESTROY THEM!" And then claps his hands so loud it sounds like two pans hitting each other.

Boothill rarely gets vulnerable - he's a very optimistic guy, but sometimes he just can't escape it - and when he does, he refers to you as "my love." It's a rare occurrence, but when you hear him speak these words - you already know he needs you now. No buts, no ifs, he just needs you to hold him; and gods, it hurts so bad to see him, but you love hearing these words come out of his lips because he means it - you're his only love.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Morning Routines (non-canon?)

A quick note! This is NOT canon (at least at this moment), it's simply just a test fic that I'm using to write possible early character interactions between Pomni and Caine.

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“There’s always a bright side to things; I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

A hazy, feminine voice spoke to him.

In an instant, the voice was no more.

Caine blinked the sleep away from his green eye first, then his blue eye next. He was in his office, the sun bore down it’s morning rays through the glass of the elegant aperture, and he briefly thought that he should’ve closed the curtains last night.

No matter. Perhaps today will be a good day.

CRASH!

ON SECOND THOUGHT…….

The sounds of metal being continuously pummeled outside has him rushing to his windows to inspect. The “newest” addition to the mansion, the Combat Harlequin; Pomni…. was WRECKING HIS LATEST PROJE- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Wiping away the sweat that formed on the top of his gums, he rushes to grab his cane.

Words could not amount to how much Pomni was insanely bored. The sun assaulted the grassy plains outside, and Caine was still sleeping. She awaited her first mission today with too much energy that she needed to dispose of. So, the Harlequin did what she always does best: FIGHT.

Bubble chewed and chewed through the metal of the unknown apparatus, and she whistled for the Blimp.

“Bubble!”

“Yeah?”

“Toss that thing to me! I wanna see that scrap of metal SPARK!” She readied her blade.

The blimp saluted, grabbing the destroyed device and twirling it around in the air, before tossing it downwards to the blue-and-red outfitted brunette.

She manages to leap up high into the air and slice it in half, sending sparks to rain down onto the Harlequin and she lands on both feet athletically. Bubble clapped and twirled into the air, flashing his signature sharp smile. “Ooooh! Destruction! Wooo!” Bubble cheered and whistled.

Caine frantically ran outside to the mini-mayhem the two were causing, and visibly gasps at the sight of his recent project mangled beyond recognition.

“No! MY POOR BABY! What did she do to you…” He clutched at the apparatus with a seemingly sad expression etched on him as if he had just recently lost a loved one, before he pouted and glared disappointingly at the Harlequin. Pomni merely stared back with an unamused and blank expression.

“What? It fucking swung at me first.” She defended herself.

“IT WAS TRYING TO SERVE YOU COFFEE.” He clutched at the broken machine in his own hands. He sighs, dragging a hand across his eyes. “Why were you in the cellar anyways?”

“Duh, I was looking for something to entertain myself with, since you were fucking sleeping your ass off.” She shrugged, crossing her arms. “And then this bitch tried to punch me.” she pointed to the same device that she had been mangling for the past hour or so.

“IT’S A COFFEE MACHINE, POMNI! IT COULD NOT HURT YOU EVEN IF IT TRIED!!”  He woefully points one of the broken mechanical pieces of the coffee maker at her, and then it snaps to half in such a pathetic manner.

Today was totally NOT shaping up to be a good day for the Puppetmaster, and he groans.

Pomni leaned her sword onto her shoulder, and checked her left arm for any signs of damage as if checking her nails, unbothered by the situation. Her left arm was only oil and coffee stained. “Oh really? Well I didn’t know.” She looks away nonchalantly, not even an apology leaving her lips. Caine half-sobbed as he tried to look for ANY sign that this project was salvageable, but the Harlequin had broken it beyond belief.

He officially gave up trying to save it, grumbling and tossing it to the side carelessly while pouting like an angry toddler having their toy taken away from them instead. He then shifts his gaze to Bubble, who had merely been flying in place and staring at him with the same blank expression.

“And YOU! Why were YOU helping HER in the first place??” He pointed both arms to the blimp; then to the Harlequin –who was trying to swipe at a poor, nearby butterfly minding its own business with her sword– with his eccentric exaggeration, to which Bubble shrugs.

“I dunno, I like seeing things get broken. They’re pretty funny when they are!” The blimp replies, and Caine feels like the whole world is against him. Nonetheless, he stands up from his position, brushing himself off of some stray grasses that stuck to his clothing as he sighs.

“Whatever. Just- clean this whole mess up, will you?” He scratches at the side of his lower jaw, and the Blimp does a backflip in the air.

“I’m on it boss!” Bubble flew downwards… and chomped at the pieces slowly. Caine stared at him with the most disappointed look you’ll ever see from someone. “Why are you like this…?” He asks the blimp, who did not pay him any mind at all.

Pomni however, had just slain her most dastardly, dangerous opponent yet; a blue butterfly. So now she’s turning her attention to the Puppetmaster, crossing her arms again as she awaits a new command from him.

“I THOUGHT you were gonna give me SOMETHING to fight today.” She crossed and tapped at her arm in annoyance. Caine was already tired, and he just darn woke up. A quick sigh escapes him, he wants to quickly get away from this situation and just have a darn drink, for god’s sake.    

“And I will eventually, but now that you’ve ruined the coffee machine I finished making last night, I think that today’s schedule will be a bit delayed; I can’t hear myself think when I haven’t had my morning coffee yet.” He explains while rubbing his "temples" (which would be the sides of his top jaw), then pulls out a normal pocket watch to check at the time.

09:25.

Darn it, he woke up late again. He really needs to get a better alarm. Hm.

He turns back to face the Harlequin again. “Fine. Go out and slay a few marionettes to entertain yourself, would certainly give me enough time to settle and think of a plan of action for today.”

Pomni scoffs. “I don’t need your fucking permission to do anything-” yet she’s already heading out in the same direction as the gates as soon as he was done speaking. Bubble flew close to Caine, finishing up the last of the debris and mimicking swallowing, black smoke coming out of his mouth. “All done, boss!” the blimp reports.

“Bubble, keep an eye out on her as per usual. Tell me over on the comms if anything goes ever so slightly wrong.”

“You got it, chief!”

This has been their chaotic routine ever since Pomni, The Combat Harlequin Puppet, began staying inside the mansion, and he surmises it’s been almost a year since then, only by rough estimates. She’d be antsy, not sleeping at night nor day, always wanting to swing her sword at something… And Caine would wake up to the terrible noise of her either beating something up, or just straight up destroying one of his projects that he accidentally leaves hanging around.

Sometimes he wished he could do something effective about her situation, and figure out how to make her into a more aware person like he is; she hasn’t shown any interest in things except fighting. If anything, the closest she’d recently shown interest in would be a fish sandwich; salmon, to be more precise. She seemed to like the sensation of eating, at the very least. But that’s as close as to finding a crumb on a brick wall.

For now, she’s stuck in this cycle that she keeps perpetuating due to the lack of proper guidance, and he needs to figure this one out without having to resort to the other option yet.

‘She’s not ready’, he convinces himself. He needs to be crafty with this approach. He didn’t earn his awareness overnight by being told long, boring details anyways, heck, it took him longer than she did now.

She needed to discover it for herself.

The Puppetmaster heads on inside to try and make himself a morning brew to combat his tiredness. He hadn’t even noticed in his panic earlier that the main lounge had one too many sword slices on the walls; no doubt her handiwork. That’s another one of the damages on the checklist today. His destination is the cellar, where he retrieves coffee beans to brew.

His communicator flares up, and Pomni’s voice peers through.

“CAINE!”

The panic in her voice makes him almost drop the bag, and he fumbles through his coat to grab the communicator. “Pomni! Is everything alright in there?!” he asks, attempting to maintain composure, but there’s a pit forming in his stomach.

“I-I don’t know, I just found this- this HUGE marionette and I- AH!!!” There’s a lot of crashing in the background, and he has the urge to blink as fast as possible to their current location.

“HOLD ON! I’M COMING!” He was attempting to grab his Wondrous Apparatus for Cohorted Kindred (souls) on the Yonder to check for what part of the city they were in, until he heard Pomni and Bubble laugh through the communicator.

“GOTCHA! HAHA, we’re fine, I was bored so I decided to fuck with you a little to scare the shit out of you.”

The Puppetmaster has to lean on to a nearby wall as he visibly tries to calm his shaking panic. “OH MY GOD, WOMAN. DO NOT DO THAT TO ME EVER AGAIN, I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK.” He leans his back to the wall and clutches at his exposed heart.

“Idiot, Puppets don’t get heart attacks.”

“IT’S A METAPHOR!”

“Sounds like a stupid one”

…. Maybe it’s not too late to drop her off into the Circus arena and leave her there…

He shakes his head.

NO.

HE WILL make this work.

HE WILL NOT GIVE UP ON HER.

This is the most progress ANY Puppet has ever done in a long time, all it takes…. Is a little time…. patience… and effort.

There’s more crashing in the communicators as Bubble and Pomni lay waste to what seemed to be a struggling marionette, cheering for it’s destruction.

Sigh.

This is going to be an arduous journey. He’s going to need at least 3 cups today.

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[mwagneto]

the shots of ppl getting sucked into space were so fucking cool i was sitting here clapping and cheering and going WOOO. sorry you died or whatwver but that was epic

[demonic-charcuterie]

Y/n saving fizzarolli from the fire.

You were a contortionist at the circus. It was you only home and with it your only friend. Fizz. You held his hand. You sat at the table with him. You stare at his eyes.

You held his hand as he ran to Blitzo’s side. You sat next to him while he sat next to Blitzo. You stare at his eyes while he stared into Blitzo’s. You hate it.

You lived for him, you bend backwards for him.

You clapped and cheered as Fizz went over his juggling routine. “Wooo go Fizz!” You cried from the stands. Blitz went after him and grunted in frustration when the balls went flying. You ran up to fizz and clapped. “That was great, you shou-“ you shut your mouth when fizz walked back you with nothing but a wave and a corner eye glance and helped Blitzo off the floor. You squeezed your fist into a ball and strutted away but not before punching the wall and the a crack slitting through it. You stormed away and crawled your way into your hammock and wrapped your tail around you.

Your tears stained your pillow and your claws stabbed your hammock over and over. “fuck…Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! FUCK HIM! FUCK YOU BLITZO!” You wailed.

A month later you were standing on a pole and balancing on one hand. You saw fizz distracting his dad while blitz stole his booze. You spat and climbed down. You bent backwards and crawled like a spider to for switching to walking on your hands over to them. “Happy birthday Fizz.” You said shyly smiled up at him. “Thank you y/n” you grinned and nodded. “Are you ready for your birthday party?”

“They’re throwing me a party?!” He asked then turned to Blitzo and clapped his hands. Blitzo rolled his eyes than glared and walked away.

Jealousy…? You giggled to yourself. Of course he was jealous, Fizzarolli was the best at everything he tried and Blitzo can’t even juggle.

“Anyway! Fizz your gonna love the the gift I made you.” You quickly said before he walked out of ear shot. You switched off of your hands and went back to walking normally. You hurried to your room and kept working on the jester hat you started a month ago. Your sewing was awful and the fabric you use was full of holes and bland. But it was made for the one you loved.

You were walking carrying the jester hat in with sliver Bella in your arms when you saw the green flames engulfing the tent. You screamed in pure shock and heart break. Fizz. Fizz! Where’s fizz?! You thought running and jumping over flames. You ran and coughed up your lungs from all the smoke. You eyes burned but you kept running. Eventually you bumped into Blitzo who’s eye was fucked up. “Shit!” You screamed. You shook your head and kept running but not for long when you saw Fizzarolli’s charred body on the arms. His limbs! H-his horns. Tears ran down from your eyes. You grabbed and ran out of the circus as he skin scorned you. “Y-y/n?” You heard his faint voice say. “It-its me fizz, I’m here now!” You screamed holding him close. “My horns?” You coughed at as you ran your fingers to the broken stumps where if horns used to be. “Gone.” You choked out in pain. You slowly pulled out the jester hat and Greg sliver bells gently rang out.

You gently slid it over his once long horns and held him on your back as you ran away from the fire.

You stroked his head as he sat up in his hospital bed. “He left me…” he whispered. Blitzo left him you thought to yourself. You gasped when he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m so sorry. I never saw you how you saw me.” He whispered.

You shushed him and leaned down and kiss his cheek. “Rest. We’ll talk later.” You said before crawling into his bed and wrapped your tail around him

[pobblebonked]

pooltoy hrt

yes!!! wooo! clapping and cheering!!!!

[solargeist]

autistic grian for the win wooo cheering and clapping, I think if he gets frustrated enough he starts crying

[j0hnj4ej3n]

thank you for being born

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warnings: nothing, just fluff :)

notes: sorry i haven’t been posting much but here’s a one-shot for my favourite boy, MARK LEE <3 happiest birthday to the most hardworking, crazy talented, passionate, beautiful mark lee :”) i love him so much, he is literally the reason i’m insane and delusional!!! but truly, i wish nothing but the best for him because he deserves every good thing in this world <3 

anyway, i hope you all enjoy this even though it’s short and quite self-indulgent hehe! will be posting more soon~

Mark sends you a text, telling you that he was in the car, on the way home to you. He got no reply however, which doesn’t surprise him. It is late after all. His schedule finally ended for the day and he sits beside his manager in the car, waiting to be dropped off in silence.

He greets his manager a quick ‘goodnight’ before he scrambles out of the car and to the front door. Mark punches in the passcode to unlock the door, the beeping sound resonating in the quiet of the night. He pushes against the door once it unlocks to let himself in and he frowns at your absence on the couch.

Your sleeping figure is usually what greets him every night when he returns home late after a long day of work. Your cheek squished against the couch cushion and a blanket draped over your small figure. Sometimes Mark would give himself a few seconds just to admire your sleeping figure, marvelling at your beauty even when you’re sound asleep before he wakes you up to lead you back into your shared bedroom.

But the couch is empty and you’re nowhere to be seen. “Babe? Y/n, I’m home…” Mark calls out as he drags his feet, walking past the kitchen and still no sight of you. He wonders if you went out and didn't tell him, or maybe you simply fell asleep in the bedroom tonight. He calls out your name one more time as he opens the door to your shared bedroom.

And there you were, standing just a few feet away from the door in the dim room, a small cake with lighted candles in hand. You have the brightest smile on your face and he can tell you can’t hide your excitement. Mark’s facial expression mirrors yours and he can’t help the chuckle he lets out.

“Happy birthday to you~” you begin to sing softly as Mark finally puts the backpack that was hanging off his shoulder down by the door, clapping lightly along to your singing. You let out a soft ‘wooo’ as you finished the song and Mark let out a hushed giggle at your little cheer at the end.

“What’s all this?” Mark teases as you hold the cake out closer to him. “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday, quick make a wish!” 

You look up at Mark with anticipation, the flames from the candles makes you look like you’re glowing in the dim room. Mark gazes at you, his smile never leaving his face as he slowly closes his eyes and clasps his hands together. He opens his eyes a few seconds later and blows out the candles.

Once the lights are turned back on, Mark carefully takes the cake from you to place it down on his computer desk before pulling you in for a hug. “Thank you baby, I really appreciate it,” Mark mumbles into your neck as he leans into you. You hold him close, swaying from side to side as the both of you refuse to pull away just yet, “Thank you for being born.”

It wasn’t anything extravagant but it was everything to Mark and he feels himself getting a little emotional. He’s just so grateful to have someone like you by his side to celebrate another year of life with him. Mark’s heart swells with love for you and he wonders if he can ever express in words how much he really adores you. 

But for now, he pulls away just to place his forehead gently against yours as he whispers an “I love you” against your lips, hoping these three words would suffice. You don’t quite say anything back, only leaning in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss, letting him know that you love him too.

[daughterofevil158]

Headcanons for how the soulmates & in laws would celebrate Diana’s high school graduation (& maybe Damon, Kai, & Mark if they haven’t graduated yet. BTW I just got my master’s on Thursday).

congrats! 🎉

◊ so everyone is definitely gonna be at the ceremony unless there's a genuine work emergency or something

◊ Girliepop is stressed tf out in the days leading up to it. Like, what if her heel breaks while accepting her diploma, or she forgets to use waterproof mascara and ruins all the photos everyone will be taking?

◊ Spends at least an hour choosing and re-choosing what she'll wear under the robes until someone (Kai or Cassidy) gently take her hand in theirs. "You will be fine"

◊ the group is there to help her with the process however it looks. Need someone to test a look on, or triple check that she grabbed the right palette? They got her covered.

◊ Then the day comes and they got her favorite breakfast and they're helping her get ready before she leaves first (being driven by one of the responsible people ex: Wolfgang, Damon, Wenona)

◊ she gets there. Has to sit nervously for 2 hours because her last name is fucking "Venicia"

◊ once her name's called out there is an outcry of "WOOO! GO DIANA THAT"S OUR GIRL!!!!!!" and the like, turns to see her parents and the others are cheering for her in the stands. Well, to be more exact most of them are clapping/cheering at a polite volume

◊ Meanwhile Kai, Cassidy, Jean, and Jett are the ones hollering the loudest

◊ Wenona and Damon are also clapping but with a clear expression of "I can't believe I'm with these idiots" on their face. At least Damon waits until Diana sits back down before putting his face in his hands

◊ As she heads back she notices that everyone's wearing yellow bows around their wrists. Thank god her mascara's waterproof

◊ They all go to her favorite restaurant after the ceremony to celebrate