#back to goofyness

[hibiscuswolverine]

Pov: You chose to fly out of the scariest airport in Japan.

—-

Ngl this was abit hard because some these characters were hard to put into like a single category (cause some could do either or like mahiru for example could be a flight attendant or a desk attendant) or their personality just didn’t fit so I tried to go with what they might do if I wasn’t too sure (and yes alters are separate people or well just twins).

Also jin would be an airport owner but he wasn’t listed in the tier list🤧

[teddiecircus]

gsuys i missed rwby sm im so happy it's finally back

[marinsawakening]

The sheer dissonance in tone between A Link to the Past and Link's Awakening is actually so funny to me. POV you just finished your world saving adventure where you fought an ancient evil, crossed dimensions, unearthed the relics of a long-dead civilization, and rewrote the world to raise the dead and create a happy ending, and now Lady MeowMeow is asking you to save her dog from dognappers. Y'know, her dog, the giant ball and chain with teeth. Its name is BowWow.

[ninthskzmember]

Sweet revenge

Hwang Hyunjin x reader.

idol!hyunjin x idol!reader word count: 1,3k warnings: kinda angsty, jealous hyunjin (lives in my head rent free), resentful reader, swearing. note: hi guys! i just wanted to keep a little update for you all while i'm working with the 2min sharing is caring part. i hope you enojoy this. <3 love ya.

"So you're really doing it"

"I'm totally doing it"

"Everyone is gonna know..."

"Yeah, that's kind of the idea" You smiled at her "I want him to feel as stupid as I did"

"Yeah, I get it but―"

"Stop defending him" you cutted her off. "If you're on his side then be, but don't come here and annoy me"

"I'm not" she added "What he did was wrong, periodt. BUT" she emphasized the last word "You'll expose him in front of everyone"

"He will know"

"Okay, but the people who knew you will know too" she paused "plus he sucks at hiding shit"

"That's on him, he sucks at media training" you laughed when remembered the many times he almost exposed your relationship with him just because his goofyness.

"Okay, I'm just warning you" she smiled and walked towards you "Have fun and break a leg" she hugged your body and let you go.

"Thank you, Somi" You smiled at her and moments later, she left.

[Later that day...]

'I met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring, he argued with me about everything.'

Your song started blasting on the huge speakers from the award show, the sound of the drums was making the people's chest even vibrate a bit

'He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye, he said he's six foot two and I'm like dude... nice try.'

And there it was, the first direct lyrics against your ex lover, standing right in first row with his beloved members right beside him.

You weren't even trying to hide that you wanted to see his reactions over the lyrics, you kept an eye on his table from the first moment you got a foot on stage.

'But he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends, and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end. Another song, another club, another bar, another dance, and when he'd said something wrong, he'd just fly me to France.'

You knew his members knew about you, so there was no surprise to you when they laughed out loud with the 'weird friends'.

When the song reached the France line, in the screens from the place there were shown many pictures of you in the country... The ones that Hyunjin took for you in his own little camera. Yes, you'd save them for years if you needed to.

'So I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed, till I remember all the times he made a pass on my friend. Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down; If I had to choose... I would say right now...'

Long pause, just to have him on his tippy toes. Jeongin was literally grabbing him, waiting for the music to break and expecting the next lyrics.

'I want to get him back, wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad. Oh, I want to get him back, 'cause then, again, I really miss him and it makes me real sad'

Audience screaming and moving their hands in the air to the rhythm of the music, and a 'I can't believe it' kind of expression in Hyunjin's face was everything that you needed to feel fulfilled.

'Oh, I want sweet revenge. I want him again. I want... To get him back, back, back'

You sang these lyrics while dancing along with Beomgyu, who was banging his head along with the music. You knew Hyunjin was going to be upset about it, you had a zillion discussions with your ex-lover about this guy, and that's why you did it.

'So I write him all these letters and I throw them in the trash cause I miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh'

You changed your lyrics while singing live 'the way he grabs my ass' while the backing track stayed true to the official line. Shocked everyone in the room, including your own friends in the building, who knew the real lyrics but didn't expect you to be explicit at this event.

'Yeah, I pour my little heart out, but as I'm hitting "Send"

I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends'

You pointed to those friends in question: Somi, Karina, Giselle, Yujin, Yunjin, and Chaewon between others, who screamed their lungs off from your action, hyping you up.

'Because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do

He said I was the only girl but that just wasn't the truth'

You side-eyed him and then did the same thing with Yeji, who looked fastly to the floor, hiding her face and then looking away.

Everyone in the industry knew you weren't one to mess with, and yet, those two did.

This was just the begging of a long plan you made up to get your sweet revenge to the one who broke your trust and heart and the one who went along with it.

'And when I told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me I was trippin'. But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him'

You flutterer your eyes to the camera at the end of the lyric and the chorus started again, you repeating your actions from before.

[...]

"What do you want?" You asked when you observed him through the mirror

"What was all that about?"

"A song I wrote, why?" You asked, not even bothering to turn around and engage the conversation

"I know you wrote it" he rolled his eyes

"Did it touch you deep inside?" You laughed, still eating some snacks

"You shouldn't have done that. The France pictures? Y/n, that was risky"

"Risky?" You turned back this time "Fuck off, Hyunjin. Fuck you, and Yeji. Oh wait, you've already done that"

"Why are you not taking your makeup off?" He ignored your comment "You always take your makeup off after performing"

"Because I've got a date and I like the makeup" you smiled

"Oh, do you? Who is it?"

"Why do you care?" You brought another snack to your lips

"Is it Beomgyu?"

"Why do you care so much who's dick I ride?" You frowned

"You had sex with him already?" His ears turned red

"It's none of your business. Keep your dick inside Yeji and don't bother me."

"We were wasted, I didn't mean to do it. You know it" the man stared at you trying to hide his emotions.

"I don't care! You hurt me, Hyunjin. I was the one to find you two having naked aftercare. AFTERCARE. You don't do aftercare with a one-time-accidental hook up." You sighted for a moment "I won't fucking cry and ruin my makeup. Leave. Now." Your eyes were already watery as you tried to stop the tears

"I won't." He stood his ground in front of you

"Leave, they're gonna pick me up any minute and I don't want you here to ruin it"

"No. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you." he took your hand and you pulled it away quickly

"Don't touch me. My trust in you is broken, there's no going back" you denied as you took a few steps away from him

"Please" his eyes were the ones that were watery now, you could tell he was being honest, but you couldn't forgive him after what he made you feel.

"Y/ninnie, time to gooo" A voice cooed from the door as you froze

"Chan Hyung?" Hyunjin turned himself faster than ever, as his eyes met his leaders

"Hyunjin? I... I didn't expect you here" the older one blinked a few times as you observed everything from behind Hyunjin's body

"Hyung... What are you doing here?"

You thought that getting him back was gonna make everything better, but hearing the hurt in his voice broke you even more.

"Mate, I can explain" His leader walked inside

Hyunjin didn't even say another word, he just walked past his member, looking back at both of you, and left the room as one tear rolled down his face.

You felt how your world crashed inside of you. Turns out that getting him back was not what you needed, and just hurt yourself even more.

[allieebobo]

Merry Crisis—Cast of characters

Romance-focused x Slice-of-life x Queer x Non-Euro-centric x Character-based

Demo | Features | Dev log | Back to Main Post | COG forum | Dedicated tumblr | Ko-fi

Credit: The wonderful amazing INSANELY talented @dumplingcatho made these STUNNING character portraits!! I am still reeling from how dang good she is. I swear she probably made a deal with the devil for this talent but I shall not question it.

Nat [M/F]

The soulmate/ex/best friend.

Your ex. Your parents never approved of them, but you suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. Despite the breakup, you’re still friends, and worse still - you still live with them in a tiny shoebox apartment. New York rent, man—it's hard to say no even though you know you should be moving on, and moving out.

Height: 6′2 (M) | 5′11 (F)

Nationality & race: African-American

Occupation: Post-doc fellow, working towards becoming a tenure-track professor.

Description:

Warm, twinkling eyes, and big, infectious laugh. Can swing from nerdy charm to extreme goofyness at the drop of a pin.

Loving, thoughtful, and kind to a fault. Relaxed, gentle demeanour

The kind of friend—and partner—you can trust with your life.

An incurable optimist.

Loves people, art/movies (especially talking about them with friends), food/cooking, their two dogs. 

Nat's dogs

Kiho [M]

Breed: Cairn Terrier

Age: 8

Description: Proud, small, intelligent, standoffish, with a stern grandpa energy. Apparently, a reader/player told me long ago that Kiho means "big boss" in Finnish colloquial slang and that was so perfect that it stuck. If Kiho were human he'd wear an old patagonia vest and spend his weekends fishing (not very adeptly).

Liz [F]

Breed: Border collie

Age: 3 (adopted when MC and Nat were already together.)

Description: Not exactly literal golden retriever energy but... close enough. A ray of sunshine, playful, easygoing, happy-go-lucky and a voracious eater (she eats everything), loves playing in puddles and has a special love for chewed up tennis balls.

Qiu [M/F]

The estranged first love / soulmates.

Your first-love (or platonic soulmate), from junior college. You’d not kept in touch, and now, they’re ridiculously successful. But, according to your intel, still…single.

Height: 5′8 (M) | 5′4 (F)

Nationality & race: Chinese Singaporean

Occupation: Public prosecutor

Description:

Extremely intelligent, with a sharp, cutting wit.

Ambitious, determined, and a bit cynical / jaded.

Dark, piercing gaze, with a completely unreadable expression.

Formal, a little bit stiff, and always impeccably dressed.

Aloof, almost intimidating presence despite their relatively average height/slim build.

Loves a job well done, being useful, stimulating conversation, and solving problems. Peace and quiet.

Shay [M/F]

The charismatic stranger.

Your neighbour (Auntie Pearl)'s new tenant. Sexy, confident, and unabashedly unconventional. Your mother definitely does not approve, but you might not be able to resist their roguish charms.

Height: 5′10 (M) | 5′6 (F)

Nationality & race: Chinese (Peranakan) Singaporean

Occupation: Lead singer & guitarist in a rock band

Description:

Thick, sweeping eyebrows, expressive eyes that twinkle at the edges, and a permanent roguish half-grin.

Tan, athletic, with an undeniable swagger to their walk. Has a penchant for sleeveless muscle tees. Good with their hands (and... possibly other parts of their body).

Adventurous, resilient, unflinchingly honest, and uncompromisingly true to themselves / the people they love.

Loves the outdoors (and constant motion), music (especially rock, reggae and soul), dancing, soccer, nature/plants (including gardening).

Other asks

[lizaluvsthis]

Hey Liz, how are you doing?

What are your favorite headcanons for Smg34??

(btw I luv your art <3)

I'm Fine. :)

Thank you! I love people's arts too :>

My favorite SMG34 Headcanons are...

SMG4 is very much the oblivious sun pair with three as the tsundere pining moon.

Three does better cooking than smg4 but he teaches for some ways so that he wouldn't always have to rely the cooking for him.

SMG4 shows three some funny memes to where sometimes he may or may not understand the humors of it but still smiles. (He appreciates it)

SMG4 is the big spoon and three is the small spoon

SMG4 is a slight inch taller than SMG3

When three skips a shower a day, Four would overreact and will demand Three to take a bath.

When one of them feels sad, they cuddle up each other and talk out some stuff (comfort leading to laughter)

SMG4 would brush Three's long hair because he loves how wavy it is

Despite Three annoyed with Four's teasing from his hair, he allows him to pat his head.

They both dont like public affection so they do it on their own time in private.

Three does find fashion interesting and organizing stuff properly while Four finds memes funny and has some- sense of humor

SMG4 would tease three and he would fluster up from his words.

There are some times four would flirt as always, there are some other times that Three flirts back making Four blush.

Three lets four do his long hair (either braid, ponytail, half ponytail, or pigtails)

Three is the first to come out as pansexual before SMG4 did.

SMG4 is rarely aware if three really is pansexual

SMG3 figured four was bisexual after 2020

SMG3 has black nails while SMG4 only has plain ones

SMG4 does feel a bit heart touched when he get some times where Three treats Eggdog as his son.

They both listen to mitski or cavetown sometimes

Three likes opera meanwhile Four just likes memes

SMG4 would sometimes stare at Three's lips while he sleeps, SMG3 would always stare at four's eyes

Red resembles love and compassion, so four would sometimes bring Three a red rose or two in special occassions.

They both sometimes forget their anniversary but they still make it up for each other.

In a movie theatre when watching. SMG3 and SMG4 would be paying attention to the screen, next by step- Four starts to gain on his senses and ends up staring at Three for a couple or a few minutes. (He loves how three would express his own emotion because he rarely does it.)

SMG4 likes to blow bubbles while Three sometimes uses cigarettes

Coping mechanisms. Four edits his videos, Three would stream and play games on his twitch chat.

Four would sometimes watch Three's twitch stream while he plays and leaves anonymous replies (a joke or something else to vibe with three making him have fun for a bit)

In some other times when three is near four, he could smell that his hair stinks and may had said that out loud to him to the point he went outrageous and left.

Since four doesn't know how to deal with emotions, he searches stuff from google about hair products that would go alright with three. (He thinks as a good helping hand friend- you get to also care with hygiene)

SMG4 felt really bad for three judging with his low self doubt on himself

But now four finally understands, he wants to change.

SMG4 has Autism (for misunderstanging people's emotions)

SMG3 has Adhd (getting a little bit distracted)

SMG4 stays by his side so that they both don't get separated.

SMG3 keeps four safe by putting him to safety first before he takes care of himself

SMG4 may not have did much for three but he still loves to annoy him with kindness and goofyness

SMG3 is the one to carry four in bridal style (even tho it was supposed to be four)

SMG4 does his daily routine where when he wakes up, brushes his teeth, and use shaving cream.

Tho SMG3 does the opposite. He wakes up to make his own morning coffee and take care of the cafe and his eggdog.

[I'll keep on updating as much as possible if theres any other stuff]

[itsybitchylittlewitchy]

The blind date

Pairing: Loki x Female reader

Summary: You have been set up on a blind date by your friend Maria, the night ends up not as you would expect!

Word count: just under 2K

Warnings: strong language, sass and smut. What can I say I'm a horny bitch. Under 18's do not interact.

Any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 🖤

I'm hoping to get back into writing so if you have any writing ideas for me, send me a message!

It was Saturday night and you gazed at yourself in the mirror, as you adjusted the straps of your black and emerald dress.

"hmm, good enough",

you shrugged, popping your lips and clicking the lid back on your lipstick.

You where beginning to regret allowing your friend Maria to set you up on this ridiculous blind date, I mean come on, who even did blind dates anymore? And on your one night off this week! Being a personal assistant was tough, but even more so when your boss is none other than Professor Steven Strange, who ironically seemed to have no concept of time when it came to the never ending set of tasks he had for you.

After grabbing a cab, you found yourself arriving at a nice Italian restaurant. Not too fancy but certainly not cheap either, you braced yourself trying to imagine who Maria's friend from work could possible be before you heard a booming voice yelling,

"Lady Y/L/N?"

You turned around confused as all hell to see a tall golden retriever of a man with long blonde hair and a massive smile.

"Please, call me Y/N, I take it you must be Thor? Maria's friend?" you smiled, looking up at the literal god as he took your hand and pressed it to his lips.

At least he was a gentleman, you could certainly give him that. He was already a cut above the usual fools you dated, who thought the height of manners was to apologise for belching at the dinner table, rather than avoiding it.

The night continued with much laughter and chatting, man, this guy could talk, and eat, did you mention eat? As he scoffed his way through his fourth Pizza and his sixth bottle of wine, You noted he began to resemble a drunken labrador, playful but a fucking mess.

As much as you enjoyed his boundless energy and adorable goofyness, there no spark, (which was ironic considering the man literally shot sparks from his body) and no way in hell that you where babysitting his ass.

"I'll make sure he gets home safe and that's that."

You thought to yourself as you both began leaving the restaurant. Thor grabbed your jacket and slapped it onto your back, causing you to stumble forward. He draped his arm around your shoulder, leaning on you, babbling about how Midgardian wine, had nothing compared to potency of Asgardian mead. Which for all his talk, had managed to render him in this sorry state.

"oh, you must come back to the tower and try some, you'll love it lady Y/N, it is nearly as good as the popping delicacies you Midgardians create" Thor slurred while holding his hand out to hail a taxi for you both.

"Sure" you agreed through gritted teeth, even if only doing so to make sure his drunken ass got home safe, the thought alone making you giggle.

Your heels echoed as you walked off the elevator into a cavernous communal area, Thor still leaning on you for support, he headed straight towards the kitchen area, leaving you to drape your jacket over the sofa in front of you.

"this is some place, Thor. " you smiled walking towards the floor to ceiling glass window wall the looked out over New York, your voice practically bouncing off the walls. Being this high above the city, almost made it look peaceful, the warm glow from the street lights giving you a calming feeling, as you stood there and admired the view.

You where interrupted when a chorus of fallen pots and pans hit the floor surrounding the drunken thor, with his tongue sticking out in concentration as he hunted for his prize.

"Brother, must you make such a racket. Can you and your conquest retire for the evening and leave me in peace?"

The voice echoed loudly, almost causing you to jump. You hadn't noticed the pale stranger, hidden in the shadows in a comfy seat in the corner of the room.

"I do have a name, you know." You hissed, raising your eyebrow at the audacity of whoever the fuck this stranger thought he was.

"and I'm sure he doesn't know it nor will be care after tonight"

The figure retaliated, closing over his book and standing up from his chair. his bright green eyes, glimmering in the darkness, clearly enjoying himself.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and looking over to Thor for his take on all this, only to see him, mouth full,surrounded by crumbs and hugging several boxes of pop tarts, ignoring both of you.

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you faced back towards the stranger, to find him inches in front of you.

He was tall, gorgeous with a smirk on his alabaster face and eyes glimmering with mischief.

He looked you up and down, keeping a solid poker face, while he gagued your reaction. He then glanced over to his brother looking like a hamster practically storing pop tarts in his cheeks for the long winter, and chuckled, casting his gaze back to you.

"forgive me my dear. I am used to my brothers.... companions.. being as disruptive as he is. "

nodding over to his brother who has since, sunk to the floor, hugging his pop tarts and snoring like a tugboat with sleep apnoea.

"since my brother has once again disappointed both myself and you, allow me to take over as gracious host for the evening."

he smiled, stepping over his snoring brother and directing you into the small bar adjacent to the room you were both in.

With a shimmer of green, two wine glasses appeared in his hands, as he offered you one. It was filled to the brim with an amber coloured liquid that resembled liquid gold and smelled utterly divine, you graciously took the glass and sunk into the cool leather sofa next to the fireplace.

"Asgardian mead is what my brother usually promises his dates, am I correct?"

You blinked, colour flushing to your cheeks, and beginning to wonder just how many people he had had identical nights with. Maria was going to get her arse thoroughly kicked when you next met her.

"You are correct, Mr?"

you enquired, trying to be polite. You knew exactly who he was. You recognised him from all the news articles back in 2012. The god who came to conquer New York, only to get his ass handed to him in spectacular fashion by the newly formed Avengers.

"Now now, come now my dear, don't play coy. Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief at your service"

he smirked, taking your hand to his lips and kissing it, His green eyes never leaving yours for a second.

Whether it was the mead, or this gorgeous man in front of you, every word and every stare seemed to be sending sparks straight to your already thoroughly soaked core.

Panicking, you swallowed more of the mead, hoping the god before you wouldn't notice how flushed you were while adjusting your legs to take some of the pressure off your aching core.

Vivid images flashed through your mind. You and the god of mischief in the throws of passion. His face buried between your legs, devouring your pussy like a starving man, and those emerald eyes, staring at you the entire time, never loosing eye contact.

You closed your eyes and shook your head, looking ahead to find Loki sitting across from you, smirking.

"I.. uh.. think this mead, may be stronger than I'm used to" you said, coughing slightly and continuing to blink rappidly as you sat your glass down on the table between you and Loki.

Looking back up, another image of Loki appeared sitting on the leather sofa. Legs spread and staring at you intently, his black dess trousers around his ankles and his hard, glistening cock in his hand as he pumped it back and forth.

You felt your mouth water as you looked around confused before finally looking down at yourself to find you where on your knees, completely nude, kneeling on the cold hard floor as he beconned you to crawl to him.

Your heart pounded in your ears, as you felt almost entranced, you needed to go to him, practically drooling at the sight of his hard leaking tip, moistening his massive hand.

Just as your hand was about to make contact with his thick thigh, the image disappeared, replaced with an amused looking down at you from the same position on the sofa, but fully clothed.

"As pretty as you look on your hands and knees, im sure the sofa is a much more comfortable place to sit"

He smirked. You squeezed his thigh, gripping it tightly as you slowly stood yourself up, making sure to give him a good show as you stood up.

Unable to take it anymore, you leaned in until you were nose to nose with him and said,

"Mischief indeed."

You said, barely above a whisper as you leant in and bit his lip before pulling back.

You gazed into his eyes, waiting for a response, as he let out a ferral growl before capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, grabbing your head and pulling you to stradle his lap.

"A god has the right to toy with his play things little one" he growled, his forehead still on yours as he gripped your hair, pulling you back to his wanting mouth and tongue, as he ground his hardening cock against your long since soaked panties.

You broke your mouth from his as you unbuttoned his shirt, his mouth moving to your suck your neck moving down to your chest as he slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, kissing and biting as he went, eliciting a symphony of moans from you. He pulled your dress down to your waist, exposing your chest to his mercy as you made your way to his belt buckle.

"Fuck me, you really are a god" you moaned grinding back against him as you admired his naked chest and throbbing cock.

"As you wish darling"

he whispered into your ear, the vibrations of his low voice causing you to shiver involuntarily.

A green light enveloped you both, as you were both stripped naked.

Loki pinched and sucked at your chest, while his hand travelled down to find your swollen neglected clit. You cried out as his fingers finally made contact, making you buck your hips, taking him deeper as you both groaned in unison.

Loki took hold of your ass, gripping it tightly as he began to thrust upwards, leaving you to the mercy of his glorious purpose as he relentlessly thrust into you. You felt a hot gush dripping down your thighs, as you screamed in delight, his cock hitting just the right spot, as he fucked your orgasm from you relentlessly.

"Fuck Loki I'm gonna..."

"Do it. Cum for me darling, I want to feel you fall appart on your gods cock."

He groaned, his breathing becoming erratic.

You cried out in extacy, arching your back as you felt the thick ropes of cum filling you completely.

As you leant back forwards your forheads clashed, both of you panting, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

"Fuck, Loki, that was incredible"

You finally signed, after a moment of blissful silence between you both.

A green shimmer covered you again, leaving a cosy blanket wrapped around your naked body, Loki's softening cock still buried deep inside you. He wrapped his arms around your back and stood up, making you wrap your legs tight to his waist to hold on.

"I hope your dinner was enough sustenance for you darling. Your going to need your energy for the night I have planned with you"

Loki smirked, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss before teleporting you both to his Chambers for the evening.

Tagging some lovely people who may like this:

@lokisgoodgirl @michelleleewise @geminigirl0298 @lokischambermaid @holymultiplefandomsbatman @sarahscribbles @muddyorbs @wheredafandomat @mochie85 @cake-writes @coldnique @xorpsbane @lokiprompts @mistress-ofmagic @peachyjinx @space-mermaid-writing @word-addict-lisette @with-inked-solace @queen-of-mischief @faraum @xaquarianqueenx

[streaminn]

childhood online friends au

LMAOOOO WEDNESDAY KILLING ENID ON SIGHT

hilarious

how does Enid feel when she realizes that Wednesday is Willa? what does Eugene say to Enid after the exchange bc I think it would be a really funny scenario

also what does Wednesday's viewers think of all of that? does she give context on who Enid is and why she just killed her LMAO

how about the others like Yoko and Bianca? did they see what happened?? what do they have to say about that?

here's the thing, when Wednesday sternly tells Enid to reread the messages, the whole thing kinda slams onto the junior detective because from what she saw-

Her not keeping contact hit Wednesday really hard.

Because from the start, you'd see a message of Wednesday asking where enid is two days after she logged off. Then again the day after, asking if she indeed got kidnapped. Then as a day passes, another sinclair send an sos if so pops in. More days past and you can just see Wednesday lowkey going through the stages of grief.

There's phrases of "dumb mutt, did you forget your password?" to "Sinclair, if this is because i didn't allow you to sell the food then you have all the right to do so next time."

There's a gap of a few months before it picks up with Wednesday mentioning random events after that. She points out how she beat this event in record time or how sinclair would've loved to see the lanterns in this event for that year.

There's guilt crawling in Enid's gut when she sees the words, "did I do something wrong?" as she scrolls through

but she doesn't confront wednesday about it. Its been about five years but she remembers that straight confrontation wasn't usually the best. Familiarity was a comfort, if she were to breach this now when she was obviously irate, it'd do something that enid didn't want

so she plays up the goofyness and Enid is so very apologetic, basically on her knees and begging for forgiveness as she explains the situation.

"im so sorry willaaaa," the words pop ontop of her character's head as she circles her wife's >:/ emoting character. "i couldn't afford to play it back then!!"

most people would forgive the other but Wednesday holds grudges, so she makes the sulking werewolf promise to play with her every two days, same time as now.

Sinclair pauses, counts how much free time she has then the message of "okk!!" pops in.

There's a silence as a dot dot dot follows up with that. "its Enid btw," the werewolf adds as she stares at the keyboard. It feels wrong because Wednesday is this public streamer and she knows WIlla's full name-

its only right willa knew hers.

"Sinclair is my last name ^^!!"

{Your Beloathed Love, Wednesday A. Logged out the game}

Enid stares, mouth agape. "IS MY NAME THAT BAD??"

[bi-hans]

What was Bi-Han's first thought when looking at Shang Tsung for the first time

(am I doing this right I'm still slightly drunk)

no no this is good.

He thought he was hot would be like his beloved arch enemy, and they'd spend all their lives fighting and flirting with each other in an intricate game of cat and mouse. No, but fr, Bi-Han lowkey has the most respect for Shang Tsung out of everyone else. Shang Tsung is his beloved enemy no joke.

After every fight, Bi-Han tells off his adversary and/or disparages them in some way. Even Johnny Cage, who for all his goofyness and bravado, actually did manage to get the upper hand and lay him out.

So when he gets to the Ying Fortress right off the bat, he says, "Finally, we face a worthy foe. Victory will bring us glory."

First up is Nitara, to whom he says, "I heard tales of battles against your kind. I had thought them tall ones." and it's not the words so much as the look he gives her that conveys what he really thinks of the Vaeternians/Nitara herself. They were probably overhyped. At the end of the fight, he just says, "You will end this day hungry." Not too bad, honestly. Just a dismissal with no insult attached. That's about the best anyone can hope for from him lmao.

Then, he almost pays Ermac a compliment by saying Liu Kang had warned them about Ermac and "I had hoped for the chance to battle your dark magic." Of course, he beats Ermac and then says, "You are not so fearsome." Again, not so bad as an insult. Another overhyped enemy, but it's whatever.

When he faces off against Quan Chi, he starts the fight by saying, "Were you told also to expect defeat?" Keeping his expectations low. And he was right because he wins and says, "Your failure was inevitable."

Then he gets to Shang Tsung, who, much like Dr. Strange, has come to bargain. And Bi-Han wants all the smoke (no pun intended), so he's like, "Unless it's your surrender, I am not interested." (Translation: square up.)

And when he inevitably wins again, he says:

And that's not really an insult. It's similar to Ermac, as it shows he at least had slightly higher expectations for him than the rest. Maybe also because Shang Tsung beat Kuai Liang right before this. Now, earlier with Ermac, his expectations were already established before their fight, so he follows it up with a dismissal that basically amounts to "bitch you thought." Because before almost every fight, Bi-Han places his bets, and he always bets on himself.

This isn't to say he thought Shang Tsung could actually beat him. But just to say that he usually already dismisses his opponents before fighting them (few exceptions) and then follows that up with a proclamation that he was right, cause his ops ain't shit. And while this implies Shang Tsung also didn't measure up to his expectations, at least he's not saying that directly to his face before the fight even begins. At least there's no insult added to injury at the end of the fight.

That's respect he isn't shown to give anyone else. In fact, he's usually as disrespectful as he can get away with to everyone, including Liu Kang himself. And Shang Tsung calling Bi-Han "Grandmaster" when literally no one else except Bi-Han himself uses the title in the whole storymode??? Yeah yeah he's a snake, a liar, and a manipulator, but if he's pretending, at least he's putting in an effort no one else does. Like, it's understandable that Kuai and Tomas don't use it because of their close familial bond, but you're going to tell me they didn't call their father Grandmaster? At least when they're in front of non-family as a sign of respect for his authority? The whole time in front of Shang Tsung and the others, it's "brother" and "Bi-Han." Put some respek on his title! And when they're in private, they can't stfu about their dead father either, which could further drive home the point that they don't respect Bi-Han's position.

But anyway, getting back on topic…the way Bi-Han goes in for the kill instead of capturing Shang Tsung like Liu Kang wanted? Bi-Han already feels like the Lin Kuei are being held back by Liu Kang. He's stifling them. Bi-Han himself is in unwanted servitude to Liu Kang. Shang Tsung would have been another captive for Liu Kang to lord over, and so Bi-Han was freeing him from that fate. You know his overdramatic ass would think this and try to pull a stunt like that.

When he said "Finally we face a worthy foe." Turns out he meant Shang Tsung exclusively. No one else lived up to his expectations even marginally. He showed no one else the small measure of respect Shang Tsung had garnered from him, and this was even before Shang buttered him up by playing the "Grandmaster" card.

[tenkasato]

I really loved the one sided love gojo angst!! When I saw requests were open I knew I had to slip my idea in!

Gojo has this close friend that shares his same personality, same goofyness and also a special grade sorcerer. They both causally hook up with one another quite commonly but they both agreed that sex and platonic feelings is all it was. They both joke around about "practically being married", reader also travels a lot so she is in and out of gojo's life constantly, it could be for a few weeks to a few years.

What happens when gojo catches feelings?

Full angst? Yes, full angst. Hope you like this! Sorry for the wait. Thank you for reading! ^^

Routine

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warning: Slight mentions of nudity

"Same time next week?"

Gojo raised his torso with his elbows on the bed, arching his silver brows in wonder. "I thought you had an important mission coming up in Osaka next week?"

Your hair was darker than usual under the dim light of his room, he noticed. You flicked it before looking at him. "You weren't listening a while ago, were you?"

Releasing a groan of exasperation, Gojo lied back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. You stood up to pick your clothes. "Can you blame me? It's kind of hard to pay attention to what you were saying when you were panting and moaning."

"I told you about it a few days ago," you cut him off impatiently as you hopped in your denim pants before turning your full profile to scowl at him. "The top brass thinks it's better to postpone the exorcism when a considerable amount of information remains obscure."

He raised his head to see you place a hand on your waist with a frown on your face. Gojo chuckled. "If it's you though, I doubt there'd be any problems."

You sighed in exasperation, giving up on making Gojo see any sense. You're both too tired after that rough session. Honestly, all you wanted to do now was sleep. Maybe for a week or so. Your body desperately craved for that well-deserved rest. In fact, you were tempted to just take his offer to sleep here tonight.

He shrugged and curled his lips to a mischievous grin. "Alright, fine. I'm free next week."

You zipped your shirt up. Gojo busied himself watching you gather your hair into a messy bun. Some fringes covered your forehead. 

“Where’re you heading after this?” he asked.

A curt and tight simper left your lips in a way that suggested the incredulity of his question. "What does it matter to you?"

Gojo rolled his eyes, looking rather sulky. "Of course, it matters. We're friends, aren't we?"

Your previously playful face softened down considerably at his word. You walked back to his bed before leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. "Yes, we are."

He stared at your eyes for a few moments with your face inches from him. His gaze dropped down to your lips and was tempted to close the gap for the first time. 

The trance broke when you straightened your back. Smiling, you marched towards the exit, leaving Gojo alone with his thoughts.

Gojo Satoru liked to believe that he wasn't an idiot. Nor was he dense… at least, not about his own feelings. 

He eventually noticed how he started looking forward to seeing you at his doorsteps, how the sound of your voice whispering his name in utter delirium and pleasure sent incredible chills down his spine, how the softest kisses you gave him afterwards made his chest constrict. 

But he knew it would only complicate the matters at hand. You were content. You were friends who not only drew comfort from each other's presence, but also saw each other as outlets—someone to trust to satisfy one's needs without unnecessary strings attached.

So, he had kept at it, locking up this unsettling sense of longing at the depths of his mind.

"How's it going with the kids?"

Gojo raised his head from the pillow, giving you a side eye as you blew at your cup of tea. His rather thin blanket covered your shoulders, with your hair barely hiding your chest from view.

"They can be a handful at times," he chuckled, thinking back to the three students under his tutelage. "But I've never seen a promising bunch like them before."

You shook your head and laughed. "The great Gojo is having a hard time watching kids? That's new."

"It's not as easy as you think."

"No," you agreed. "I think I'd still choose my job over yours any day."

"Even if it means travelling all the time?" he challenged. "You're barely home. We can't even hang out as often as before when we were still in the Academy."

You set aside your tea to cross your arms. You glanced at him with a curve on your lips. "Someone's missing me."

Gojo found himself fixating on your lips as your tongue slipped out to tease him. It wasn't the first time he wondered what your kiss would taste like—honey? Mint? Citrus? A flavor only you possessed?

Swallowing, he convinced himself that it didn't matter. It was something you agreed to never cross the first time you bared yourself to each other.

"Well, can you blame me?" he made an exaggerated sigh, rolling to his side so he could face you. "We've been stuck around each other almost forever. We're only lacking an official  certificate, a short, formal ceremony and we're married." 

Loud laughter filled his ears. 

Gojo would be lying if he said he didn't feel a slight pinch at his heart as you shook your head merrily at his supposed joke.

Was it really that impossible? Was it really that ridiculous?

Maybe. 

He honestly didn't know, and he wasn't supposed to care.

He quickly changed the subject thereafter. He thought his redundant feelings were not worth ruining the perfectly cozy night you were having.

But, it had always bothered him—the what-if's, the what-if-not's.

During the nights he'd lay alone in his bed, craving for your warmth, he'd indulge himself into picturing you beside him, running your fingers through his hair, pressing feathery kisses on his chest, hearing your sighs against his neck. 

Gojo wondered if you were thinking of him, too. Miles away, with a sun over your head while the moon stared down at him. He'd fall asleep, your smile imprinted into his mind, only to fall into a dream with you lying unconscious on top of him. 

It was infuriating not to know what to do about it. 

It was even more frustrating that he knew you probably weren't haunted by these same questions.

"Hey, I didn't think that mission would take this long."

When you showed up after two years of absence, Gojo felt the crack in his heart overtaking his being. Without preamble, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside his flat. He threw you over the cough and hungrily tore your clothes without any care of your pained whimper.

You laughed, breathless, but you kissed his jaw, nonetheless.

"Damn it, Gojo Satoru, is this how you welcome a friend you haven't seen in a while?"

Gojo pulled away to stare at you. He searched your eyes for anything, anything that might give him a clue about anything you might harbor for him. He aimlessly, helplessly, desperately searched you for anything that reflected his own confusion and undoing. 

He couldn't find it. 

You smiled widely at him, oblivious to how his heart was breaking beneath your careful touch. You cradled his jaw and tilted your head.

"Well, I missed you, too," you said cheerily. 

That night, he made love to you. But his heart was not in it. Voices sifted through his mind as he stared down at your sweaty face. What if? What if not? 

Even as you lied flat beside him, fingers still interwoven with his, he asked questions.

"I'll be going now. I still have to fix my dirty laundry." You let go of his hand. You swung your legs, started picking up your clothes and putting them on. 

Was it always going to be this same routine? 

"Go get some sleep," you said tiredly. "Same time next week?"

You went over to him, bending down to give him the usual goodbye kiss. As you hovered over him, Gojo found himself wondering yet again what your lips would taste like. 

What if?

Again, his mind would pester him with questions he wasn't man enough to acknowledge.

You placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and winked.

"Same time next week." Gojo called out as he watched your retreating back. 

If anyone's interested to read the other Gojo one-sided love fic, here it is! ^^ Thank you for reading!

[leggerefiore]

Need more body swap goofyness. What about Ingo and Lady? Can imagine that despite Ladys sass that she'd be the opposite of Chandelure and try and make Reader and Ingo take the next step, either marriage or mates depending on how well you think she understands human relationships.

The Warden running up eagerly to you and dropping medicinal leeks into your hands was certainly unexpected. Had you seemed ill? There had been a bit of tiredness that lingered with you, but you did not think it was that bad. When he moved to look him in the eyes, you felt stunned by his expression. His eyes were lidded, and his lips were nearly tugged up into a smug smirk. You tilted your head.

“Ingo…?” you asked, wondering what was on his mind. He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and stared back into your eyes. Before slowly blinking a few times. You pushed him away lightly and put your hands onto his shoulders. His expression remained the same, but he mimicked your head tilting.

“I love you,” he said simply, and tried to pull you in closer again. A strange rumbling noise came from his throat. His cheek rubbed against yours. More confusion racked your brain. Was he feeling alright? Before you could dare to ask the question, a sudden yowl rang out and Lady Sneasler came running from a higher up cliff. Her fur was all puffed up as she rushed to you.

The Noble's posture grew rigid and straight, and her face was stuck in a frown. You gazed between Ingo and her. It was almost funny how much their expressions resembled their normal ones. Lady Sneasler glared at her Warden deeply. You snickered. What was this? “... Ingo, what did you do to her?” you asked the man playfully. Sneasler's mouth opened, and meows and cries poured from her. You laughed. Ingo must have really upset her somehow.

“She's… feeling distressed,” Ingo explained with a tone that was not common from him, “Don't worry about it. How about we become married?” His phrasing of that sentence caught your attention more than his suggestion. The sudden cries from Sneasler turned into her pulling on your arm as she desperately tried to separate you from Ingo. You backed away to give them a one over once more. Snealser remained firmly close to you, while Ingo just gazed at you with the out of character facial expression.

“... Ingo,” you turned to the Noble pokemon, “Can you purr if that's you?” The poison type look mortified before hesitantly doing it. The light vibrations coming from the Sneasler's throat made you giggle. 'Ingo' put his hands on his hips and shook his head.

“He's too afraid to ask you to marry him,” it was explained, “So! I'm being a good friend and doing it for him. I'd love to see his kits, too.” You felt your cheeks burn by the pokemon's explanation. Even Ingo managed to make the normally playful expression on the cat's face twist into terror. A nervous laugh came from you as you sighed.

“Well… I promise you I'll discuss that with him when he's back in his body,” you told her, “Do you have any clue as to how to fix this?” She shook her head.

Well, you thought, at least Laventon might a field day with this.

[mysterioushistorian]

A Perfect Life

A Homestuck fanfic about my GamTav old men AU. A lot of fluff!! Enjoy ^-^

—

It feels like forever ago.

But it has just been a year. A year since you walked in that hall in a white dress, flower bouquet in hands, petals being gently thrown over you and your lover standing there, wearing a nice tie and a purple ribbon wrapped nicely on his badass left bull horn, waiting for you. It was a simple wedding, only your friends were invited, yet that was a meaningful moment, one of the best days of your entire life.

The presents were wonderful. Despite many of your so called "friends" still being in odd terms with you, they still agreed to come to this special day, even if most of them came for Tavros only. Aradia gave you a brown mug with your purple sign on it. The inside of the mug had a small text in purple saying "happy wedding 0u0". Tavros seemed to get a similar mug, his being purple with his bronze sign stamped on it. Aradia is so sweet, you’re glad to be on good terms with her. She makes your Tavros happy. She’s almost like a human sister to him.

And just like Arasis, Fefsis is also good with you. In fact, you dare to say that her present was the best of all. She all up and used her miraculous life powers and extended your Tavbro’s lifespan to equal yours, so you don’t ever have to worry about outliving your love. You were in tears, and tackled her in a tight hug, thanking her all the way for that glorious, impeccable gift.

You were responsible for baking the wedding cake, and you are really happy to see how much people liked it. You very rarely eat sopor now, you finally got over it after many years and much support from Tavros. Since Subjuggulator profession is gone now, there’s no need for sopor slime in this planet, but many trolls — including you and your bronze husband — stick to it, as they’re used to it.

When you and your newlywed husband got home that night, you both fell on the couch and cuddled until you fell asleep, content with the life you’re living.

—

You were shaken out of your thoughts by a slight tug at your mess of a hair. You zoned out in the bath, again, remembering how it’s been a year since you and your husband got married. Speaking of him, he’s taking a bath with you, washing your hair that has been growing quite a lot lately, and despite how messy it is, you both like it. So you keep it, even if it’s awful to take care of it.

Tavros tried to be as gentle as possible. The feel of his big, rough but sweet hands scraping gently against your scalp feels very good, you love when he takes care of you. You gladly return the favor, by cooking his faves for him, and massaging him whenever he has back pains, or if he’s stressed you curl up with him on the couch and puts Pupa Pan for him to watch.

“You okay over there?” He asked, regarding the amount of knots in your curls. He has grown so comfortable around you, he rarely ever stutters with you nearby anymore. You feel so happy for him.

“Yeah man, ’m good.” You waved him off and allowed him to resume washing your hair. When he finishes, you turn around to hug him and rest your chin atop his head, your growing goat beard slightly tickling the shaved area of his scalp. He gladly returns his gesture, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around your skinny, but not weak body. You let out a sigh of contention. You enjoyed peaceful moments like this, just the two of you enjoying the silence and each other’s company.

He lightly flutters his wings — pupated wings, a true miracle in your honest opinion — and playfully splashed you with water. Despite you two being grown up adults, your goofyness and sillyness from childhood are still there. You laugh and splash him a bit too, engaging in a small war of who can splash the other more.

You left the bathtub laughing and giving each other light kisses on the face. You put on a royal purple robe while Tavros wrapped himself in a black towel with polkadots, and went to your room.

You headed to the kitchen to make dinner while he chose a book to read — you love it when he reads it out loud for you. While cooking, you caught yourself thinking about something that has been on your mind for a while now. Despite loving this simple life you have, just the two of you, it’s still lonely for part of the day. Tavros works, while you stay at home to do the domestic chores.

Your Tavros got a job as what humans call a veterinary, meaning that he takes care of sick lusii and beasts. He just doesn’t like seeing the poor creatures suffering and wants to do anything to help them. He is such a sweetheart, one of the many reasons you fell red for him.

He uses his communion abilities to find out exactly what the problem is, and by informing the other vets about it, the job gets much easier by knowing exactly what to do.

He also takes some time to work out. Sure, when he was in a wheelchair he got some upper body strength, and those horns, man, those things must be so heavy. Not any troll could handle that weight, but your Tavbro has a strong neck and body. After you — quite easily — convinced Equius to build him a pair of robot legs, he began weight lifting. You just love to see him lifting up those things, and you know he would never use that strength for any malice.

Wait, what were you thinking about again? Motherfuck, you zoned out again. Got distracted by your miraculous husband. You were thinking about... Hmm– Oh yeah! About how you wanted to talk to him about something important.

You finished cooking and put them on the table, along with the silverware. Your husband came from the room wearing freshly clean pajamas, stretching his gorgeous body and giving his miraculous wings a flutter. He smiled when he noticed you and you grinned widely back, both of you showing your fangs.

“I can’t really smell much, from our block but, uh, what’s for dinner?” Tavros asked.

“Glad you asked bro, I was all up in the mood to try something motherfucking new, so I did some really nice human dishes, just not anything containing those motherfuckers originating from beasts, I know how you all up and dislike that shit.” You replied. You weren’t wrong, Tavbro is a vegetarian, meaning that he doesn’t eat meat. He cares about those creatures so much.

He sat down and you followed along. You two ate in a peaceful silence, enjoying the moment and the company of one another. After you two finished, you decided to leave the dishes for later. Tavros picked up the book he chose to read and laid down on the couch and patted his stomach, inviting you to lay there. You happily did so, being extremely careful of your horns which are becoming very tall — just like the rest of you. Soon enough you wouldn’t be able to lay your head on his belly anymore, the only way you’d be able to lay on him was resting your chin on his body, horns far from hitting his handsome and perfect face.

His wings were sprawled out nicely, and even though they were sensitive to the touch, your Tavbro always lets you touch it. He opened the book, but before he could begin reading it, you cleared your throat, catching his attention.

“Um, is something wrong, Gamzee?”

“Nah motherfucker, just... wanted to talk about something that has been taking alota place in my fuckin’ thinkpan for some time now.”

“Oh? What is it, then?” He started petting your head, effectively easing your tension — which you didn’t even notice to begin with.

“Well, y’know.. we’ve been all up and together alone for so motherfucking long now, and, well, it gets even lonelier when my hun isn’t around and shit, you know what I’m saying?

I mean, I ain’t saying I don’t enjoy our time alone, of course I motherfuckin’ do! But, um,” You took a deep breath. “I guess what I’m tryin to all up and say is that, I wanna adopt some motherfucking grubs, s’all.”

Tavros’ bronze eyes widened, a light blush covering his cute cheeks. But then, he laughed. Not in a mean way, absolutely never, but that laugh that was always music to your ears. “Gamzee, are you suggesting that, we should become lusii? Or, what the humans would call, uh, parents?”

You nod, a purple tint filling your cheeks. You stopped wearing face paint a long time ago, and also because Tav loves seeing your face.

“Oh Gamzee, you should’ve told me sooner, I would love to, form a family with you!” He left the book somewhere you couldn’t see and wrapped those beautiful arms of his around your chest, your face becoming more purple. But you can’t deny the true happiness you felt.

“Really? My Tavvy wants to raise some miracles with this motherfucker?” You were grinning really wide, your purple irises so full of joy and excitement. Tavros chuckled a bit more and tightened his grip just a bit.

“Of course I do, you silly. But uhm, first, we have to separate a room for them, and buy the necessary supplies.” The bronzeblood pointed out. You tried to nod, but it was a bit difficult to, so you just hummed in agreement. You kissed your husband’s arms and hands, and began feeling drowsy in his warm embrace.

“I love you, Tav.”

“I love you too, Gamzee.” He gently resumed petting your head until you drifted off to the land of miracles and dreams.

Yeah, you do like the way things are going now.

—

You are staring at the window of your comically oversized car, watching the city go by aa your husband Tavhun drives you to the orphanage. A few days ago you had filled the profile of your desired child, and now you just got an email saying that they have found a compatible match. They said the child has a younger sibling, but that was okay with you.

“We’re here, Gamz.” Tavros told you. You shake your head a bit while he parks the car. After exiting the vehicle and entering the building, you looked for the guy who attended you last time, and they said she was waiting for you on a certain room. You got the directions and followed along.

When you found it, you were faced with a violetblood troll — who seemed to be around 14 years old — playing with a human girl, who you assumed must be their younger sister, probably around the age of 10.

They looked at you with wide eyes, and you couldn’t help but grin widely of happiness, while your husband waved at them.

The woman introduced you to the children and told you that you had to come and visit them a few days to have a walk or engage in conversations, so you get to know them better and they get to know you. After getting closer, and if the relationship goes well, you will be allowed to adopt the kids.

Yeah, you think that will work.

—

3 years. 3 years have passed.

3 years since you have met the girls, got to know them, got close to them...

Was allowed to take them home.

You remember when you couldn’t contain your happiness. Tavros had to hold you while you cried purple tears of joy, thanking every Messiah out there for being able to adopt these children, being able to form a family with your lovely Tavbro.

You’re sitting in the couch with your husktop in your lap. You let out a deep breath and close it. You just uploaded a new recipe to your blog — which is quite popular, you must say. You see a lot of people making your recipes and you just feel so proud of yourself.

Your daughter Docmut — the violetblood troll — is sitting beside you, reading Tavros’ favorite book, Pupa Pan. Her human sister, Ella, is on the other side of the couch on her palmhusk (or phone, as humans call it) scrolling through social media. You feel Docmut tugging at your sleeve.

“Dad, I want to eat a cupcake.” she asks you. She loves your sweets, and you’re more than happy to make some for her. But that’ll ruin her appetite for dinner.

“Not now girl, y’know daddy is all up and eager to make some motherfucking baked good for my little girl, but it’s almost time for dinner and you will lose yer hunger an’ shit.” You explained to her. She pouted a bit.

“I’m not that little anymore, dad. I’m 17!”

“Ya will always be dad’s little girl.” you proceeded to wrap her in your arms in a big hug. She struggled but eventually gave in with a sigh. Ella chuckled a bit.

You heard the door opening and you all looked at it, seeing Tavros returning home from work. “I’m home!”

“Dad!” The girls shouted simultaneously, your husband coming to the couch and allowing them to hug him. You let go of Docmut and got up too, walking to your lover and crouched a bit to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Welcome home, Tav.” Your daughters went to sit on the couch again and you kissed him on the lips, which he gladly kissed back. You pulled back your lips and instead pulled an arm around his shoulders, still crouching. Man, sometimes it sucks to be tall. “How was work, motherfucker?”

“Ah, it was alright. Not much, things happened today, uh, just the usual.” He replied.

“Miracles.” You kissed his cheek.

“So dad, what’s for dinner?” Ella asked, and you looked at her.

“Man, I’m all up and tired today, not feeling up for cooking those motherfucking goods my miracles enjoy so much, y’know?” You pulled your arm back and stretched, and also slightly popped your back.

“So, do you want takeout?” Tavvy asked, also stretching and giving those miraculous wings of his a flutter.

“Sounds good to this motherfucking. What about my girls?” They nodded, agreeing with ordering food from tonight.

Tavbro went to take a shower, while you pulled up your palmhusk and ordered pizza. You went to join him while Docmut and Ella organized the table. When it arrived, you were all dressed in your pajamas and had a nice family dinner together. Your daughters talked about their hyperfixations which you were happy to listen to, even if you didn’t understand anything. You just love seeing them so passionate about something, it reminds you of when you and your honey were around their age, how he talked about his Fiduspawns — which he still enjoys a lot — and you didn’t understand anything, but loved hearing his voice.

After eating, you all washed the dishes together and then it was time for the girls to sleep, they shared a room, and even though Docmut was a troll, she preferred sleeping in a bed instead of a recuperacoon. You think she got used to beds back in the orphanage, or maybe thats just a seadweller thing. Thinking better, you don’t think you have ever seen a violet or fuchsiablood sleeping in a recuperacoon.

Anyways, you turned off the lights and they got comfortable. “Goodnight honeys, your daddys loves you.” And then you closed the door.

Since it was a friday night, you and your husband decided to have some alone time before going to sleep. He laid on the couch and looked for a movie watch, you carefully laid on top of him, resting your chin on his buff, hairy chest. He smiled and wrapped an arm around your skinny, yet slightly muscular body. You weren’t even paying attention to the movie he put, you were more interested in staring at your beautiful Tavros. His beautiful brown eyes, his grown mohawk (can it still be considered one?), his slight moustache and beard and his gorgeous muscular body.

“I love you.” You muttered, almost unheard by him.

“I love you too.” He replied, his voice drowsy from tiredness. Not much later, he was asleep, snoring lightly. You turned off the TV and carried him to your room. Despite him being much bigger than you, you could still carry him easily. That was one of the good things about being a highblood, your natural super strength.

You carefully laid him on your shared recuperacoon and immediately joined him, clinging to his body and being extremely careful of your horns, joining him on the land of sleep not much time later.

It was another peaceful day on the Nitram–Makara household, and you couldn’t be more happy for the life you have now.

—

Thank you for reading! Be sure to check my designs and headcanons for older Gamzee and Tavros. The kids designs were made by my friend @transmascjade be sure to check their account! ^-^

Also I've did some research regarding adoption of children, so apologies if i got anything wrong ^^"

[tinderbox210]

The very important Spocklaan chewing gum parallel pt. 2

Another thing that I realized about the gum parallel is that it's actually more than just goofyness of the situations but part of a much more profound parallel. It's interesting that they put this in the 5th episode of each season, once more emphasizing the paralleling character development of La'an and Spock, and I really think it's time to ask the show runners/writers about all the parallels between these characters if given the chance, because there are just way too many at this point to be nothing but a coincidence. I love finding these parallels, but I am starting to have so many questions about the why.

Back to this parallel, when you watch the episodes, you realize that both La'an and Spock - two people with arguably not much of a real or traditional childhood - get put into a situation where they are being able to indulge in childish behaviour and experience child-like joy.

La'an had no real childhood after losing her family so young and Spock was never allowed to express "human" emotions or indulge in (human) childhood activities.

But here they both got the opportunity to be carefree for a short time in a way they weren't able as kids - La'an while playing Enterprise bingo and Spock by being a "human teenager".

And they're just so precious while doing so!

Bonus - they both got to spend some quality time with their moms too :)

[vampirecatprince]

I really need to step back and replay MOTHER 3 from a more analytical lens, bc it's balance of goofyness and oddly intense psychological and cosmic horror elements are something I love so fucking much and wanna try to emulate in my current project?

It finds a very specific and delicate balance that I see a lot of the games that were inspired by it skew in different directions that don't quite scratch that itch for me ngl?

[wetnoodle]

I have officially completed the first Witcher game. It took five days. I can’t say it was great. But it wasn’t bad. I had people tell me it was awful to play and wasn’t worth it. But it really wasn’t that bad.

There was a lot of back and forth I’ll admit. It was very tedious at points. Having quests that make u go all the way to one side of a map, to all the way to the other side of a different map and back really isn’t fun. And having no way to sprint. The teleport system that came in was really helpful. But so short lived omfg.

Also learning what you were about to fight when it was too late to prepare, and then the game telling u to be prepared. That wasn’t fun either.

Maybe I played on the easy difficulty cause it really wasn’t that challenging. But I don’t remember. And there’s no way to check or change it once u started the game.

It’s literally just a point and click game. And there are options to make it an entirely point and click game. So it’s not complex.

My experience is also a little bias cause of the computer I was playing on. One of the things that made it tedious was having to redo things like 5 times because the game would crash.

I really enjoyed just the goofyness of how everyone looked. I know the game is really old now so no hate. It’s a positive. And the hair bug that made the hair dance all the time. And the camera angles being wrong. Getting a good old crotch view in some of the cutscenes.

I played death stranding. Well I can’t say that because I had to stop because it was so boring. And I can confidently say this game was better than that imo.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

The sand siblings

Another for the sand sibs!

It’s very rare for the three of them to mix their power’s together, but when they do the desert heat seems to dissipate for a little while.

It doesn’t get as cool as it does at night, but the harsh warm wind’s don’t strike as often and the sun seems to beat a little softer on mortal’s backs.

There’s a lot of reason’s mortal’s come up with for this. Some say that Temari, the goddess of wind, is so busy having fun with her brothers that she sets her fan down and doesn’t produce wind as often.

Some say that Kankuro is making the siblings laugh so much with his jokes and goofyness that the whole desert feels their joy in the form of cooler weather

The most popular belief, though, is that Baki is with them and just being surrounded by all three of his kids brings a smile to his face and eases that rough personality that mortal’s believe he has, resulting in the air feeling a little less painful on their skin.