#From me?

[stellocchia]

Does anyone remember that time cWilbur tried to weaponize the pit against cQuackity in the custody battle stream and he said something along the lines of "Don't trust someone who would have fought you in the pit" to cTommy?

Because I do.

That was fucked up.

Like, straight-up, not only incredibly manipulative, but also fucked up on a fundamental level. Wilbur is the one who dug up the pit all the way back in Pogtopia. He's the one who came up with the idea of Tommy and Techno fighting in there. He's the one who pushed Tommy and Techno in. He's the one who kept goading them on.

The only person who thought it was appropriate to get Tommy beaten to a pulp because he dared being angry at the guy who executed his best friend on the orders of a dictator is Wilbur. No one else thought of it. No one else orchestrated it. Even Mr. Techno "The only universal language is Violence" Blade was hesitant. Not Wilbur though! Motherfucker cheered throughout!

And then, after the brutality and cruelty of that situation, he had the GALL to try and use his own actions to discredit someone else. Because the way he phrased it cannot be spun around into a self-deprecating "you can't trust me" moment, there was none of that. He was straight-up just being a dickhead.

And then people wonder why Tommy didn't trust him after he came back to life and treated him like a ticking time bomb. Maybe Wilbur shouldn't have gaslit, girlbossed, and gatekept so close to the sun constantly!

[akumicchi]

It takes two to love

[Tamaki x fem reader] tw: food.

Just fluff and domesticity

— Do you think we have it all already?— Tamaki had asked, checking the red plastic basket full of groceries — We have the tapioca starch, fruits, milk...

— Yup, but guess what? —she turned to him with a playful twist of her head— You just won a coupon for a free meal cooked by yours truly. And I need some ingredients. The other day you said you were craving some pasta, right?

He swayed his head from side to side, barely containing a smile. Tamaki let himself be pulled further into the supermarket by their intertwined pinkies.

It was late in the afternoon when the weekly errands were finished and they settled back home for the night. It was an odd pretty thing, this routine both had built for their matching days off, whenever it was. It wasn't normally disrupted by a trip to the supermarket, but in Tamaki's book, quality time doesn't need a specific place to occur. The bought goods sat on the counter, while he rearranged them on their rightful places in the cabinet or the fridge. He had taken a pair of tomatoes from the bag, when she shamelessly stole them from his hands.

— Thanks, Tama, you're always such a gentleman —she teased and kissed his cheek before turning to the chopping board, light on her feet.

It wasn't out of the ordinary, but it was peculiar and funny to see her all...bubbly, like clear water from a stream. He laughed at her.

— You really are excited about making that pasta, wonder were that's coming from? —he got close to the sink, rolling up his sleeves.

— Nope, you're not working on this today, Hun —her hand went to his arm, stopping him from filling the pot with water.— This is my way to say thank you for all your hard work, it won't make sense if you're cooking too! This is your coupon, remember?

Tamaki could feel the heat on his face and the pickup of his heart rate.

— I-um... Okay. But at least let me prepare the boba tea. I want to thank you for your hard work too and —he spoke softly in a classic Tamaki fashion, looking at her right in her round eyes. He had become good at holding eye contact with other people. He thought it may have been due to her influence —, for putting up with me all this time.

She sat the knife on the chopping board, and her arms went to hang loosely around his neck— You know I'm not putting up with you, right? I'm here with you because I love you. I wouldn't be who I am now if it weren't for you, and believe me, I like who I am right now. Do you want me to remind you? —her voice was softer, lower like a whispered secret, as her fingertips rubbed his nape.

Tamaki shuddered under her touch and gaze. His nod was short, almost imperceptible under the weight of his shame. She hugged him tight, scratching his scalp and rubbing his nape. He felt himself go warmer after getting a few kisses on his cheek, heart pounding even faster when she whispered:

— You know I've never really had a favorite hero when I was a kid, right? None of them actually made me feel that sense of... admiration, so to speak. But after my time in UA, the internships and all that, I changed my mind. You are my favorite hero, Tamaki. You are my hero.

Tamaki sighed, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt petty, needing to be reassured of something he already knew.

They stood there for a few minutes, holding each other tight, swaying slowly from side to side. Then the urgency to eat came over, and both returned to their tasks: Tamaki prepared the boba tea, she cooked the pasta. The mood picked up fast, with her bumping his hips and vice versa. She hand fed him some sauce and he hummed in satisfaction. Soon enough the food was plated and they sat next to each other at the table.

— Hmm! This is good! —Tamaki said, eyes closed in bliss as he chewed his portion.

— Right? Just the best for my baby.

— What? —he laughed— How come I'm your baby when I'm older than you?

— Shush it, silly, you are my baby.

He just laughed at her goofiness again. Then he waited, relying on his hero instincts, calculating the best time for a swift attack, and stole a spoonful of her own pasta, and stuffed it right into his mouth.

— Hey, that was mine!

He snorted.

•••

The dishes were washed and she sat at a small table on the balcony. She was surrounded by plants and had a clear view of the city lights. It was as peaceful as the busy metropolis could be. In moments like this, she wished the days off were everlasting.

Tamaki arrived shortly, holding two glass cups of the boba tea he had made earlier. He hadn't even fully entered the balcony when a fit of giggles bubbled out of his mouth.

— What is it? —she raised a brow.

Her boyfriend didn't answer. Instead, he put both glasses on the table and left the room, only to return with a napkin, which he used to wipe away some remnants of sauce from her lips.

— There, all better. —he found it very endearing, how her cheeks lit up with color and her eyes averted his gaze, visibly embarrassed. Even the way she tried to play it off was adorable, his silly girl.

— Oh, clumsy me... Haha...

— Even if you're clumsy, I'll always be by your side to clean up your little messes —Tamaki smiled softly, crouched in front of her—. It's the least I can do for you.

She hid her face behind her hands, voice tight in a whine— But I don't want you cleaning my messes though? I'm not a kid!

She had always had an ability to fluster him with sincere compliments and cheesy remarks. One of her favorite things to say was that her job was to show him how loved he was, and if it had to be done by flustering him, then the better. His job, on the other hand, on his own words, was to make her feel safe, so safe that not even her own demons could do her any harm. But it was nice to turn the tables from time to time.

Tamaki pryed her hands out, placing them on her chest— This is where I want your hands to be. It's just me here, so don't hide. Besides —he smiled—, you may not be a kid, but you're still my baby.

— Tamaki! That's my line!

He laughed.

[sloppy-syrup]

Leonardo “everyone should and does hate my guts” Hamato

(Sad boi & unused pic under the cut)

[spicyraeman]

[heresronnie21]

iirc commodus irl was blonde, but in toa he has brown hair.

So I'm deciding he had a fruity little hair dye moment knowing he was going to be seeing his ex.

[withercrown]

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Star Wars

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul

—

One thing Maul knows for certain, down to the darkest depths of himself, is that the Jedi will save him. He sees it so clearly in his dreams, and he aches every time.

Take my hand, Maul. I won’t leave you here like this.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Mist?

This is only one of three mentions of this word, and one is already published! I’m impressed. You’re winning so far for rare words, @estelian-01

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The pink mist dissipated, leaving in its wake only a thin, silvery scar crisscrossed over his burn marks. Wild pressed at its smooth, slightly rubbery surface, but none of the expected pain appeared.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” The brown-haired traveler, Hyrule, winced. “I tried to make it as small as possible without touching.”

“It’s no problem. Thank you, 'Rule,” Twilight said. He quickly set to work rewinding the Gerudo silks around Wild’s arm. “Wild, what do we say?”

Wild sent him a glare—he wasn’t a mannerless beast—but said it anyway. ‘Thank you.’

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Ask Game: Send me, @hotcheetohatredwastaken , a random unique word (so like, not “the” or a name. Can't do "eyes" either, it occurs a grand total of 537 times XD), and I’ll respond with an unpublished paragraph from Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe - HotCheetoHatred - The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]! No context tho >:D

[falling-star-cygnus]

my life may be falling apart at the seams but at least im pretty after i cry ✌🏽

anyway, hc that Luffy doesn’t ask for hugs, no, if he’s not just taking the physical affection:

he’ll stand or sit next to one of his nakama and just stare until they ask him what he wants

once he is asked Luffy will open his arms and continue to stare until they get the hint

and then after he gets what he wants he’s immediately is back to the loud and chaotic captain they all know and love :D

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Theoretically Stupid." Freddy Krueger X Amber Cottrell.

Hey, if you are like me, you have seen everyone as of late posting about the orange peel theory. The idea is you ask your partner to peel an orange for you, a task you are more than capable of doing yourself, just to see if they will do it for you, simply because you asked, to show you that they love and care for you. My brain was like, oh, okay, Freddy and Amber time. It's been a while since I have written them, and even longer since I have done fluff of them. So here we go. Done in one sitting, lets' go!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 1.5K. Freddy Kruger X Amber Cottrell. Warnings: Banter. Emotions. Brunch.

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It’s totally fucking stupid, and that is exactly why she eventually decides she wants to do it. Or that is what she tells herself, at least. She loves stupid things, loves partaking in them, why not, right? What does she have to lose?

She keeps seeing people talking about it, posting about it online, she doesn’t pay it much mind, the orange peel theory, like who cares? Amber Cottrell is capable of peeling her own damn oranges at the end of the day, but after a conversation with Mark about it over brunch, it makes her reconsider it. 

It’s a warm sunny day, winter is giving way to spring, they are seated on the upper balcony deck of the Pop-Over Pantry. Amber’s table setting has her heart shaped sunglasses folded neatly on one side, her phone face down on the other, she has her second mimosa in her manicured grip. She is waiting on her ridiculously decedent blueberry cheesecake stuffed brioche’ French toast and Mark on is waiting on his breakfast skillet, and they are talking. 

“So that’s why Amanda couldn’t join us today-” He finishes, and she sighs, “So now I am stuck with just you? Terrible, truly.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Yeah, you are so hard done by.” 

“I am, I totally am.” Amber nods with a small smile, she watches Mark take a sip of his coffee and once he does, he asks her the question that sets this all in motion, “So have you seen this orange peel theory thing everyone has been talking about?” 

“Not you too.” She groans and Mark laughs, asking, “What?”

“Just everyone and their mom is talking about it, my sister sent me a video of it the other day.” Comes the response from the redhead.

“What, Jules sent a video of her husband doing that for her?” Mark asked and Amber said, “No, she sent me a video of the priest at our old church working it into his Sunday sermon.” 

A look of recognition crosses Mark's face, a nod that shows that makes much more sense than his suggestion. Amber sets her glass down and sits up a little straighter, her voice drops into a deeper pitch, a serious expression as she does her best to impersonate him, “Have you ever considered all the ways that God peels an orange for you?”

Mark winces, “Fuck, that’s bad.” 

“Right?” Amber and him share a laugh. Plates of food are brought, and after the first bites are taken, she asks, “Why are you bringing it up?”

Mark looks across the table and says with a tilt of his head, “Just wondering if you’d ever do that to Freddy.”

“Give him a fucking relationship test?” Her question has no shortage of confused bewilderment in her tone, it’s met with a serious nod and a half smile, “Yeah, would you ever ask him that?”

“Why would I?” Amber’s eyes drop, she focuses on cutting another bite sized piece off her toast. 

“So you know where you stand and how much he cares about you?” Mark says it like it is obvious and Amber laughs, “I know where I stand, I know he cares about me.”

“I mean, knowing he cares about you as more than a fun set of holes to fuck.” He deadpans, and that makes Amber’s eyes glance up at him. 

She sets down her silverware and rests her elbows on the table, she leans forward on her hands under her chin, “Mark, darling, dearest, why do you think I want him to care about me more than a fun set of holes to fuck?” 

“Because you are so painfully, clearly in love with him.” Mark says with a grin that is too wide, and there is a beat. Tension. 

She breaks first, laughing, she picks up her knife and fork, her tone is fond as she says, “You are such a fucking asshole.” 

“C’mon I thought that was your type.” Mark teases and Amber’s stiletto meets his shin, a kick that is playful but a hair harder than it needs to be to drive the point home, he plays it up more than needed to add to the comedy and makes her bark out a laugh so loud it causes the people at the next table to look over at her.

Brunch was nice.

The conversation lingers on her mind. 

Hours and hours later, even when she is going to bed, it is still on her mind. She is slipping between crisp white sheets, head hitting the pillow, muttering over how stupid Mark is. 

She can’t believe she is really going to do this. 

He isn’t in the playroom when she pulls herself there. He will probably be along shortly. She walks over to the kitchen's island bar, she looks at the space she wants it to show up, with a sigh she concentrates, snaps her fingers and the bowl of fruit appears. She reaches into the bowl and plucks up the single orange. Amber sits herself on one of the barstools, passing the orange between her hands before setting it down. Her fingers rest on it, rolling it in slow circles, she leans on her other hand, she is contemplating zapping the fruit out of existence, but she hears him. 

“Heya shortstack.” 

Her head snaps up, she abandons the fruit and turns on the stool, looking over at him, a smile crosses her lips and she returns his greeting. “Hey Freddy.”

“Why didn’t you call and let me know you were here, gorgeous?” He asks as he makes his approach, he has his non-gloved hand in his pocket as he comes over, he is in no rush, his walk unhurried. She shrugs, “I knew you’d feel me soon enough and make your own way over.” 

“Awful trusting.” He muses, and she smiles, “Yeah, I do trust you way too much.” 

He is next to her now, gloved hand rests on her lower back, he leans down and presses a kiss to the top of her head, she returns it when he starts to pull away, laying one on the underside of his jaw. Freddy hums pleased, and some part of her purrs in satisfaction in kind. His glove leaves her, she momentarily mourns the loss with a small pout.

“So.” He leans on the bar, focused on her, asking, “How are you?”

Her eyes glance down at the orange quickly, she feels silly, she doesn’t know if she should bring it up, she doesn’t have to do it. What does Mark know anyway? She is secure in what they have, she shouldn’t let him effect what she shares with Freddy in any way, she can just forget about it. 

“Good, had a good Sunday. Met up with Mark for brunch.” She tells him and Freddy snorts, “And how’s our favourite dork doing anyway?” 

“Mark is Mark.” She sighs, resolutely deciding to not tell Freddy about their conversation earlier, thoroughly giving up on the idea her old friend put forth, instead choosing to focus on just spending time with him.

“How about you?” She asks and Freddy stands more up right, he shrugs, a sigh, he looks frustrated, “Teenagers these days, their fears are getting more esoteric and existential all the time, Amber” 

She comforts him and teases him all at once, “Oh I am sure you are doing great, but don’t you love a challenge?”

“I mean, sure, but you try to shape-shift into the physical representation meant to be the mortifying idea of being known to scare some traumatized 17-year-old with daddy issues. What happened to snakes? Why can’t I run into some kid who is scared of spiders or some shit?” He rants and her smile broadens, turns dreamier. God, she really does love him, the passion he has.

He sighs, and his shoulders drop, seemingly feeling a bit better having gotten that out, “Anyway, I’m going on too much about work, how’s stuff at the office?”

She starts to tell him about that week, it had been a good one honestly, was filling him in on some silly story that had to do with her assistant and while she is animatedly telling him, he does something unexpected and unasked.

He picks up the orange.

She doesn’t falter, but her brows raise, he uses the blades of his gloves to peel the fruit, he is still listening, looking between the task and her, smile playing on his face, small chuckles where appropriate. 

The pieces of peel fall away and onto the countertop and when the fruit is fully exposed he removes a section of it, leans closer, holds out a piece and that makes her stop telling the story to ask, “What are you doing?”

His look is quizzical, “Giving you some orange? I didn’t bring this here so I know you did, it was sitting in front of you, I figured you wanted some.” 

Something inside her melts. 

She was right. The test was fucking stupid and Mark is wrong, it wasn’t necessary, because between Amber and Freddy? He knows her so well, she never has to ask. 

“Yeah I do.” She admits softly, and she takes the section of orange, he smiles, and she matches it, saying, “Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it, now c’mon what did he say next?” Freddy asks, his investment in the story makes her laugh again and she tells him.

They share the orange over more stories of their respective weeks, by the end her face hurts from smiling, she is out of breath from laughing, her fingers are sticky, and she's decided it’s the best tasting orange she has ever had. 

[vast-obsessed]

Harpy/avian drawing I did to practice drawings wings!

Based on a pied wagtail- a small bird common in Europe and named for its colouration and the way it wags its tail when it stands

[kryptonitejelly]

what is the thing you have 0 interest in but have picked up from a friend / partner?

and what have they learnt from you?

[heyitsnyixie]

Looking Forward to Looking Back

sHe would be shocked by looking forward

sHe had no idea who that man was

It was a reverence with which he looked back

A simple child, knowledge sHe lacked.

He grew to love who he was.

sHe will grow into someone sHe does.

[weebeewoo]

Happy marcanne week!!

Reunion, but it didn’t turn out well.

@a-wild-potato hiii!!

[shad0wheart]

So, who was gonna tell me that you can just ask people things??

I swear I was not prepared for this. Precious.

[xkillerbunnyx]

"Call me Fami"

(ignore the ribbon length i was excited to take pics and hadn't trimmed it yet ^^;; )

[mixedmiraculous]

Help someone I follow keeps posting Fanart of some south park character (Kenny?? I think???) but half the art of this guy looks like Chat Noir and i feel like I'm being punched in the face when I see the south park tag

Am I the only one experiencing this?????