#but yeah gam good

[energeticpoltergeist]

good time to mention im not just a one fandom guy- yep im into FE as well, and my brayne has decided to make that it's current focus (it has a habit of jumping fandom to fandom at random) anyways this was created cause my two friends have no idea what the fuck i am talking about half the time when it comes to Fire Emblem

[rindomness]

BTW I genuinely love that night in the woods does not, in the end, tell you if it was all real or not. It does not even explain whether the goat was real. It gives you mundane explanations - mae's mental health history, gas leaks, the strikes and structural instability in the mines - but also it's juuust legitimately supernatural enough that you end the game going... well. was that all imagined? how much of that was legitimate? the cultists all talk about getting abilities from the pit, and mae's friends are there and are confirming this is actually happening, and I think that was the first time in the game I actually approached the idea that there really was something else going on and it wasn't all just things we the player are experiencing because we're getting it from mae's perspective and mae is a truly intense unreliable narrator.

But: how much does it matter if there's actually an eldritch goat god underneath possum springs, or if it was all just a delusion on mae's behalf, or if it's a gas leak? that isn't the point. that was never the point.

also that maintenance guy is a ghost im 90% sure

[m0e-ru]

closes tab after seeing three pages of erina and toshiro's tag like yeah they dont need any more soldiers. let;s go back to the gas station everybody

[gayturians]

if you can like a character regardless of their morality (and you can) then you must also accept that people can hate them regardless of it

[sttm99]

You've always noticed Bakugo.

Easily.

You almost took it as a thing of pride, having been able to see the potential so easily. When you were all fifteen-year old first years, you could so easily tell he was handsome. Your teenage eyes always seemed to search for him in every class, every room.

He was brash and unpolished, loud, obnoxious, and an all-round piece of shit. But that stupid, wattpad-infested, schoolgirl mind of yours couldn't help but eat it up.

You could never muster up the courage to talk to him, though. He was mean, and you weren't like Mina or Kirishima that could hang out with him and not be bothered by it.

So you settled with admiring him from afar, keeping your attraction to yourself and never really coming into the space that is Katsuki Bakugo throughout your first year.

Second year was the year you had your first encounter with him. It was in the final months of the year, when you two had been paired together for a project.

He came over to your table at the end of the school day with his bag lazily slung over his shoulder as he stood above you by your desk.

"My room this evening. 6:30. We'll start then and see how far we can go." He tells you swiftly, in that voice that had begun to crack already, eliciting slightly more mature thoughts from you.

"Sure." You murmur as you looked up at him.

He turned around and left immediately, not once turning back to look at you, his other friends following him out the door.

You knocked on his door at 6:33, foregoing your uniform for a simple, little t-shirt and plaid trousers. He opened the door almost instantly, ushering you in and shutting it quick behind you.

"This is how it's gonna go-" He begins as he takes a seat on his desk, powering up his computer. You take the small moment where he's facing away to admire his back, his shoulders bare from the sleeveless tee he has on.

When he turns back, your face is back to a blank stare, eyes directed towards the poster he has above his bed. It's an all might one, and you think you remember it being limited edition, an expensive one that was hard to get a hold of.

"Oi, over here." He scolds you, and you turn back to him.

"Sorry," you mumble, as you step over to him, standing between his desk and his bed.

He glances at you, taking in what you're wearing. "You can sit on my bed. Those aren't outside clothes, right? So it's fine."

You slowly sit on his bed as he begins to open up a Word document. The project was for history class, and you two had gotten a time period you were disgustingly educated in.

Bakugo had already started the work, surprising you a bit. He began pointing out what he'd already done, and what you'd be doing to complete it.

"And-"

"This is wrong, by the way." You cut him off.

Bakugo looks at you slowly, a scowl taking over his pictures. "Wrong?"

You nod, your shyness melting off in the presence of your intelligence. "Yeah. This -" You point to a paragraph header. "- didn't start happening until about 50 years later - 54 specifically, actually. So, if you talk about the monarch right before this, it would look weird cause he couldn't have come into power without this practice."

Your eyes are on the laptop, pointing out mistakes and making corrections. And for the first time since you started at UA, Bakugo noticed you.

It was a subtle switch, where he went from seeing you to actually noticing you; from hearing to listening.

Were you always this smart?

Was your voice naturally that way?

Have you always smelled so good?

The evening ended with you making suggestions and adding about three paragraphs to the work.

And as he closed his eyes to sleep, all Bakugo saw was you.

This is five years past. Mina had invited a small group of them to her apartment for a mini reunion, and just like in his room years before, Bakugo noticed you.

He noticed you standing in Mina's kitchen by the sink, washing off the sauce Denki had accidentally spilt over your palms, whilst the others were in Mina's living room playing a game of charades.

"Hey." You turn to look at Bakugo by the door.

It wasn't like you'd suddenly become friends after the project you two had done together, but you could tell he'd warmed up to you a bit. He looked at you sometimes, more often than before, and didn't look away immediately after making eye contact.

Sometimes, he'd ask your opinion on something(you liked when he did. He valued what you had to say), or he'd make some side comment about you when you'd pass him in the hall sometimes. But they weren't regular Bakugo mean. He was warming up to you, in his own Bakugo away, but warming up nonetheless.

"Hi." You say back to him, turning off the tap before going to wipe your hand with some paper towels.

"Haven't seen you in a bit," Bakugo mumbles as he steps closer, leaning his hip against the counter, some few feet away from you.

Whilst he came into the spotlight, bright and loud like his quirk, you'd decided to follow Aizawa's footsteps and become an underground hero instead- foregoing the limelight for a career in busting crime rings and fucking up drug lords.

You shrug, not really looking at him, your eyes instead focusing on your hands as you dried them.

You'd grown out of your little crush quickly after graduation. Even though you could appreciate just how blindingly handsome he was, just as you'd expected, he didn't have your heart racing anymore, didn't get your palms sweaty.

Sure, maybe the sight of his veiny forearms and large shoulders did something to your stomach, but you knew the difference between pure lust and actual romantic feelings.

"Kind of the point of my work, don't you think?" You ask rhetorically.

He shrugs back. "How's it going, anyways?"

It's not something he can do, the whole underground thing. His quirk isn't quite right for it, and neither is his personality. And with how his time in UA went, he was far too recognizable to go undercover anywhere.

But he could appreciate that you were good at what you did. He wouldn't admit it, but he did keep up with some of the people he didn't bother talking to after graduation. Just a few - Deku and Todoroki - sometimes he'd look at what Uraraka and Jiro are doing.

Admittedly, he checked up on you far more often than he was willing to expose. He knew a lot of your missions and was eerily familiar with your high success rate, too.

"It's fine." You say as you throw the towel into the bin and lean back against the counter behind you, your palms holding the edge as you looked at Bakugo. "Not so glamorous, a bit scary sometimes, I guess, but- that's hero work, isn't it?"

He hums, and at the back of his mind, he hopes the others don't bother coming to look for either of you soon.

"I guess so. But hey, you've been doing good." He admits.

You raise a brow and are unable to keep the smirk off your face. "You've been following up on me?" There's a teasing lilt to your voice which Bakugo had never encountered before. The tilt of your lips changes the entire dynamic of your face.

You're less melancholic now, more sultry and seductive, and it's pulling him in without him understanding why. It's something he'd never seen from you in UA, and he wonders... what else has he not seen from you?

He scoffs at your words, folding his arms over his chest as he stares you down. "I keep up with hero news."

You chuckle a bit. "You're doing well, too, though."

He shrugs. "Thanks, I guess. 'M just waiting for all those old geezers to fucking retire."

You laugh aloud at that.

Bakugo sees Kirishima step into the doorframe behind you. He glares quickly, purposefully as you're not focused on him, still laughing. He's signalling for Kirishima to leave - he doesn't want this moment with you to end just yet.

The redhead complies, not without shooting Bakugo a sly look.

As you turn back to him, his disposition is different. He's less put off, and he's gotten closer. "So -" He starts, drumming his fingers over the countertop"- what are you doing after this?"

And you smile at him, in that sly, sultry way you did before. "It's up to you now, isn't it?"

This most probably won't have a part 2. I just wanted to get it out of my drafts.

[valentinaagarcia]

twisted wonderland characters as things i've heard in the locker room... pt.3

(yall re probably like "what the hell val? another one🤨🤨 yes. another one. ans for my new readers- im on the boys team as a gril)

(yuu is what i responded)

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floyd: sometimes i just feel like i wanna kill myself

ace: me too man

jamil: im actually gonna kill myself.

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ace: sticking our your gyatt...

floyd: for the rizzler...

jamil: get out.

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ruggie: i love you man have a good game

leona: yeah.

ruggie: your not gonna say i love you back?

leona: what if i killed myself

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yuu: someone hook me up

kalim: i have a cousin i dated for three months before realizing she was my cousin, i could hook you up with her!

yuu: what th???

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ace: yeah and the worker was like "dont open door i told you dont open door!" (filipino accent)

deuce: oh oh and then he was like "i scold you, you open door again i hit you!" (filipino accent.... not filipino)

ace: ohawh.. man uh.

deuce: what?

yuu: dude you cant say it like that since your not asian

deuce: what? but you talk like a hispanic person all the time?

yuu: i wonder why.

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riddle: okay, lets just move on from the accent thing alright?

deuce: yep! ill stick to my accent and stop using others

trey: howdy y'all, good game mate

deuce: howdy mate! good gam..

riddle: ...

deuce: ill stop using other accents... starting now

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cater: hispanics are so HOTT like you guys dont get it

jack: shut up were meditating before the game quit it with your hispanic fetish.... god

cater: you guys dont get it.

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ace: personally, i listen to justin bieber

jamil: im more into lana del rey

jack: megan for me

floyd: i listen to cardi b! how about you, yuu?

yuu: laufey and alex g

malleus: i love you (listens to both)

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malleus: mary or sarah?

yuu: sandy

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ace: yo dude i think yuu might be buffer than jack

deuce: no way???

ace: YUU JACK

yuu:huh

jack: hm?

ace: can you both flex your muscles???

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jack: you are not buffer than me.

yuu: shut up hoe, this is why i got a bigger dick than you

jack: you have a penis?...

yuu: for sure bigger than yours.

(i do in fact, not have a penis)

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floyd: okay so listen guys, we need to get the shampoo and shove it upp our areolas and run around naked on basket field

azul: who.. wha??? oh my god are you high?

yuu: its the ace incident all over again...

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epel: yuu genuine question, what does pussy taste like

yuu: ....? it tastes like pussy?

epel: i just ate a pussy.

yuu: man....good for you i guess? wait WHAT

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(for context a bird flew into the glass and flew into the locker rooms)

deuce: OH MY GOD?!?

epel: KILL IT

kalim: no dont kill it!

ace: yuu do something!!!!

yuu: why are you asking me? your the man

floyd: JUST DO SOMETHING

yuu: ugh.... men only act proud and strong to flaunt.

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floyd & kalim: THERES A SPIDER

kalim: JAMIL HELP... me?

jamil: *fucking hiding on top of the lockers*

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yuu: why didnt i become a cheerleader.

[lowkeyremi]

Happy Birthday kenma x fem!reader

note: this is my first time writing real smut, i think. tell me what u guys think. i need feedback so i can get better. also had my friends proofread this for me, that's how anxious i am lol

Word count: 1.2k

CW: smut 18+, unprotected sex, P -> V sex, quickie, kissing, kenma is a whore and a lazy mf, reader has fem parts and is referred to as a girl, creampie, you pull his hair once, pet names.

divider cred: kithsune

"Ken! They're waiting for you what in the-" Your boyfriend, the birthday boy, is hurling you down the stairs... Into the little closet under the stairs to hide from his friends.

"I don't wanna hear Kuroo and Bokuto's shitty happy birthday singing." He mumbles quietly to you. Kuroo somehow has impeccable hearing. It's easy for him to pick your boyfriend out of a crowd with no problem.

"Oh come on Kenma, you listen to them sing every year. This one won't be any different." The closet provides no light and is stuffy. Even though you can't see your boyfriend you know there's a big pout on his face.

"Please.. it's so embarrassing. They always record it because they know I hate it." He grabs your hand, squeezing softly. His face is so close to yours you can feel his warm breath tickle your skin.

"Okay, then what do you suggest we do? They're gonna start looking for us soon. I'm sure the closet is kind of an obvious spot." One thing you'd never take into account when first dating Kenma was his sneakiness. So of course when you feel his hand slip up your shirt you gasp in shock.

"In the closet?" The disbelief in your voice caused a soft chuckle to escape the gamer's throat. You've watched him become more of a man every day, little by little. His deep voice reminds you of how in high school Kenma's voice was high pitched. He was the definition of puberty.

"Yeah, I haven't had you today because you've spent all day planning this dumb party. I think I'm ready for my birthday present."

He can't see you but he knows your body well enough to find those plush lips and plant a sloppy kiss on them. You meet his lips trying to match his slow pace. If you were being honest you wanted him too.. all day long.

His hands move from your tummy down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. "I love your ass." He says opening his mouth while you continue to give him open-mouthed kisses along his pretty face.

"I think I can tell." You wrap your arms around his neck, placing little kisses on his neck. You know he likes it.

You're still unsure of doing this, mainly because all of Kenma's friends are not too far from the closet that has no lock on it. Things could easily go south. Kuroo would love to get in on the action if he were to find you guys, he has before.

A slim finger hooks onto your waistband and slowly pulls at it. "Quit being a tease. If we're doing this, then hurry up." Kenma only smirks at your sudden urgency.

Kenma closes the distance, his voice soft in your ear, "Calm down momma." He's playing dirty now.

He knows that nickname makes you fold. Every. Damn. Time. With your brain being slightly clouded he's able to take control.

You were suddenly grateful for the lack of light in the closet because you weren't planning to wear any cute panties until all the guests left.

He caresses your thigh, dragging out the growing arousal in your gut. There's most likely a wet spot on your panties right now.

"Is it bad I'm already hard?" His voice is hoarse even though you guys haven't done anything yet.

"Stop playing, touch me, Ken." You whine getting fed up with his incessant teasing.

"Okay, princess, whatever you want." Without wasting any time your panties are pulled down and two of Kenma's fingers find your dripping cunt.

He's quick to push his fingers in. It hurts just a little bit but the pain goes away as his fingers work you open. "Hah, so good cuz of my skillful gam-"

"Fuck- if you say your 'skillful gamer hands' I'm going to leave this closet." Kenma knows you won't leave the closet, not when he's fucking you so good with his fingers.

Your boyfriend continues at a quick pace. To stay upright you have one hand gripping his shoulder, while your other reaches to rub sloppy circles into your clit.

"So pretty when you touch yourself." He moans rather loudly. It takes him by surprise when you stop touching yourself to cover his mouth. Your juices get on his face.

"Shhhh. Your loud ass is gonna get us caught." Instead of listening to your warning, he tries to push you over the edge. His other hand finds your clit that you abandoned. You would think that his movement would be sloppy, but yet here he is being precise with the way he fucks you with his fingers.

This time around you let out a moan, not as loud as Kenma's. You've concluded that your boyfriend is kind of a slut for you.

Kenma knows that you're getting close. The way your breathing changes, the way you desperately clutch to him, the way you stumble on your words, he loves all of it.

"Getting close?" He teased.

You don't say anything- or more like you can't say anything. Pleasure clouds your mind. All you want is to cum.

"Hah- can't cum yet baby. 's my birthday." With that statement, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to admire the slick on them.

The blonde pulls his cock free from those restraining pants of his. A small groan escapes those plush lips of his when he thumbs at his slit. And he doesn't warn you before entering your pussy.

You gasp rather loudly, his cock filling you up to the brim just the way you like it.

Kenma lets out the loudest moan ever when he feels your tight pussy squeeze him. You count about a minute before he starts to move.

His thrusts aren't calculated as usual. Kenma is a very smart person and weighs out his options before doing something, but when it comes to you, he always loses himself. He calls you the most dangerous weapon.

The grip you have on his shoulders is deadly. You decide to kiss him, only to shut up his loud moans.

Kenma continues at this uneven pace, fucking up into your dripping cunt. You move one hand into his hair to pull at it.

"Shit, Mommy- feels so good," Kenma whines into your ear and you melt on the spot.

Kenma feels you squeeze his cock more than you did before. Your eyes screw shut and you see white.

"I'm gonna-"

Kenma beats you to it by a few seconds. That pretty cock of his paints your insides white, not slowing down for a second. The sounds your bodies make slapping against each other are loud and obnoxious.

You're quick to cum after him, pleasure taking over your body, which almost gave out and it wasn't even crazy sex.

"Ken, we... we gotta hurry up. I'll go change and-"

Kenma finds your panties, and pulls them back up, a sinister smile growing. "Be good mama, don't let them know what we were doing."

"You don't expect me to go out there full of-"

"Hell yeah, I do." He pulls his boxers and pants up.

In the closet, he grabs your hand while leading you out.

end note: idk how to feel abt this.. ik its my first time. but i still dont like it lol. tell me what u think

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Remy(Kevin's friend who moved in recently): hm.. may ga- uh- Remy have you join in on cooking?

Rewind!Reader: huh? Oh uh... I was going to order pizza.. but alright-

Remy: Great! *Stays back in the living room for a moment as Reader went into the bathroom, looking over at the TV where a scene with Jean was playing, who has to see Gambit get this smug expression, he has not let go of what happened that Christmas dinner

Cube Anon

Remy: Ahaha~ Gam- Remy, 's about ta make some good food!

Kevin: Yeah!

Reader: Any ideas for dinner, guys?

Remy: GUMBO! BEIGNETS! FRIED CHICKEN!

Morph: CHICKEN NUGGETS! OR OOOO, WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMOUS HAM?

Reader: Um... I was about to order a pizza, but, um, sure?

Remy and Morph: YES!

Also them: LET'S GO COOK SOME DINNER!

Reader, having to wait as those two cook dinner, having taken over cooking: Huh... who knew they loved cooking?

(Dinner tastes great, it's all comfort foods, it's warm, it's salty, it has some seasoning, and Remy and Morph didn't burn the house down!)

(Jean is also salty about Gambit getting to cook food for Reader before she could; both forget Morph was there, and probably had cooked dinner a few times)

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Watch Party: New Start

To be read co-currently with this. Warnings for WooHoo references. And terrible screenies.

KIM: So what do we think, ladies? Will the Ice Queen cometh? SARA: Kim, c'mon. I think that she's actually rather lonely. KIM: Really? Up in that big old house of hers? SARA: Exactly. CECILIA: Does your bartender's intuition tell you that, orrrr the fact that her husband is an out-and-out wanker? [All three laugh.]

KIM: So. What do we think of her chances? CECILIA: If it weren't for the fast-paced nature of these things, I'd say fairly decent. But Araminta is quite reserved. KIM: Exactly. And everyone else is being so quick off the mark. If you ask me - whiiich you won't, but I'll say it anyway - she needs to act faster and sooner than she's ready for. CECILIA: Really? Before she is sure of the contents of his character, and of her own feelings? Why, how very Charlotte Lucas of you. KIM: I'm just stating the facts!

SARA: Anyway. More importantly, Team Leo or Team Dodo? KIM: Well, both are better than that hobbit, Celia. CECILIA: Agreed. For me, Team Dodo all the way. Leo would never let anyone come between him and his mirror. KIM: Really? I think that I could come between him and his mirror. CECILIA: Seriously, Kim? KIM: Oh, c'mon. Where's the risk-reward factor otherwise? People don't go to Leo because they want the white picket fence. I could fix him. CECILIA: Says woman who is worse. [Cecilia and Kim meet eyes, laugh]

ROSAMUND: Evening, ladies. Thank you for inviting me. I took the liberty of bringing a Tartosan vintage from our cellar. CECILIA: And we will most certainly liberate you of that Tartosan vintage. SARA: It's no trouble at all, Rosamund. We... we weren't sure if Richard would be at home, and if you might like the company. KIM: Speaking of which - won't Richard miss this, ahem, 'grape juice'? ROSAMUND: Oh well. What doesn't Richard miss this days? KIM: [quietly to Cecilia] I think she's already been pre-gamming.

KIM: Really? A solo date? And our girl is the one going? Henford-on-Bagley represent! CECILIA: A solo date if Leonardo doesn't show... KIM: Yeah, at this rate he's going to crash the wedding in a white gown of his own. And have a deeper cleavage than the bride. SARA: Well, it makes sense. You'd want to build the friendship first, wouldn't you? That's a good foundation for any relationship, don't you think? ROSAMUND: Ah. Ehm. Yes.

ROSAMUND: Oh. Oh my. KIM: Well he's not as smooth as his brother. That's for sure. SARA: I'd say that lack of artifice is refreshing. CECILIA: And I'd say that he's been eyeing her like some prize winning pumpkin ever since they arrived. SARA: Celia. Just how much have you drunk? ROSAMUND: Not enough, I'd say. At least for my part.

SARA: Oh my - look. He popped the question. And she's accepting! ROSAMUND: Oh dear. Oh my Watcher. This is something that no mother should ever have to see... KIM: More grape juice, Rosamund? Or something stronger? ROSAMUND: Definitely something stronger. In fact, I think that I shall get it myself. Cecilia, if you don't mind? CECILIA: It's okay - they're doing the good old 'Fade to Black.' ROSAMUND: I still have seen too much...

ROSAMUND: Well, thank you ladies for having me. And to you of course, Cecilia, for hosting. SARA: Our pleasure, Rosamund. Same time tomorrow night then? CECILIA: Nice of you to offer up my house like that. KIM: You're the only free woman among us all. Of course it has to be you. Can you imagine how our husbands would react if we're cheering this on like some football match? ROSAMUND: Oh, I think that I can do you one better. Richard should be out for the night. CECILIA: Then don't mind if we do.

[just pretend that Rosamund isn't right there in the background lol]

KIM: Well. That went better than I thought. On every count. CECILIA: Yes. She - Rosamund, although both are applicable, I suppose - was clearly trying. It was rather sweet. SARA: And she has excellent taste in grape juice. CECILIA: Just between us femme Sims. Why do you think she's still with her husband? KIM: Well it can't be for the WooHoo, that's for sure. I'd be smiling a lot more if it were the WooHoo. Normally she could outcurdle Agnes. SARA: Kim. KIM: Okay okay, I admit. She was actually alright company. And who knows? If we keep her around, we may get some real dirt...

[leastdatablebracket]

You've heard "who's the best romance option?" and "which npc do you wish you could date?" Now get ready for:

"Who's the WORST romance option?"

That's right! We're here to vote on which romanceable character does not make for a good romance!

Submission rules

Characters must be romanceable by you, the player character.

Characters can be submitted for any reason, so long as this reason makes you believe that their romance route sucks ass!

Submissions run from today for two weeks or whenever I decide we have enough submissions. Whichever comes first.

@most-datable-datable-bracket @undatablebracket @let-me-date-them-bracket yeah idk any other brackets off the top of my head but these are what inspired the tournament

[restlesswritings]

Reaction to you wearing their clothes

A/N: Requests open; Pairing: CIX Members x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive, Cursing Masterlists: JPOP & KPOP

BX

You let out a groan, not being able to reach your favorite mug from the top shelf in the cabinet, "Ugh why did he put it up here!" You mumble to yourself, before standing up on your tiptoes, stretching your body as far as you can. "Ugh, almost got i-" Your words trail off when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you, you twist back to look at them. "Ehm, hey.." You say sheepishly as you're met with your boyfriend, Byounggon, feeling your face heat up because you know he can definitely see your underwear peeking out from his shirt you have on. "Well damn you look good in my shirt.. need help?" He asks, letting out a laugh, making his way over to you, grabbing the cup and placing it in your hands. "Baby! Next time don't put my mug so high up!" You playfully scold, causing him to smirk as he wraps his arms around your waist. "Oh I'm definitely putting everything up high from now on!" He says, shooting you a toothy grin.

Seunghun

"Hey jagi, can you bring me my charger??" Seunghun yells to you from your shared bedroom, causing you to playfully roll your eyes as you grab his charger. "Hun, just pause the gam-" You begin as you walk into the bedroom, stopping when you see the way your boyfriend is looking at you, eyes completely abandoning the game. "What..?" You ask, standing awkwardly in the doorway, he continues staring at you before a smile creeps onto his face. "You're wearing my hoodie?" He asks, a slight smirk evident on his face. "Y-yeah.. you said I could?" You say slightly confused, earning a laugh from him. "I did but I didn't expect you to actually do it.. I like it a lot.." He says, a blush creeping up his face causing you to smile. "Oh? You do?" You ask, making your way to him. "I didn't think you'd like it this much." You say, a smirk making its way on your lips as you plant a quick kiss on his lips before sprinting out of the room, Seunghun trailing behind you.

Yonghee

"Y/N! You look so cute !" Your boyfriend says excitedly when he walks in the door after seeing you wearing one of his hoodies. "Awh haha thanks baby. How was rehearsal?" You ask, cheeks flushed from his previous compliment, Yonghee lets out a laugh at your shyness as he sits next to you. "Jagi, I can't focus right now, you look too cute in my hoodie!" He says, pulling you into his arms. "You're so dramatic!" You say through laughter when his fingers start tickling your sides. "S-stop." You beg, laughter continuing to fill the air as he joins you. "Only if you promise to never wear another hoodie again, only mine." He says in a serious voice, earning an exaggerated nod from you. "Okay yes whatever you want!" You yell out causing his fingers to stop as he pulls you into his arms. "Good, I could get used to this." He says, running his fingers through your hair. "I love you" You say with a smile, giving him a gentle kiss, causing him to smile. "I love you too."

Jinyoung

"What is it babe?" You ask with a laugh, not expecting your boyfriend to look at you like that when you arrived with groceries. "I'm shocked! You look so good you look in my clothes! I didn't think I'd like it this much is all jagi." He says, turning towards you with a loaf of bread in his hands and a nonchalant look. "Why are you surprised? You saw me put it on this morning.. as a matter of fact you were the one who lost my shirt!" You tell him with a loud laugh, glaring your eyes at him as you remember your lost shirt. "Wh-me? I don't remember that, I don't know what you're talking about." Jinyoung defends, holding in his laughter as he looks away from you. "Okay.." You say sarcastically, teasing him as you wrap your arms around him. "Do you really like it when I wear your clothes?" You ask, he nods, returning your embrace before he looks down at you with a smirk. "Although, thinking about this morning.. I like you better without them." He says, earning a playful smack to the chest followed by laughter from both of you.

Hyunsuk

"Hey Y/N, what was that song called aga-" Hyunsuk's words trail off when he sees you laying on the couch in his over-sized t-shirt, his voice causing your head to fly up. You shoot him a confused look when you notice him looking at you. "What's wrong?" You ask as he continues his stare, causing you to sit up in an upright position. "Is that my shirt?" He asks, taking a seat next to you, a smile forming on your lips. "Yes! Did you really think I wouldn't take you up on it when you offered to share your clothes??" You ask with a big smile, bumping his much larger shoulder with yours, causing him to let out a small giggle. "I'm really glad you did.. you look so cute in my clothes jagi." Hyunsuk says sweetly, pulling you into his arms. "I don't think you'll ever get this shirt back though.. it's so comfy!" You tell him as you wrap your arms around him and look up at him. "You can keep it, it looks better on you anyways." He says, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead, causing a giggle to escape your lips.

A/N: They're so CUTE My requests are open! Feel free to request anything! <3

[ladylooch]

I like Emma's independence/ free spirit and how strong she is but she is very stubborn sometimes and she thinks she is always right. Is there a situation where she is wrong and she has to apologize to Timo?

Lio’s first away tournament comes when Timo is out of town. Emma is completely on her own in this new, hockey mom era. Timo will be home the night they leave, but he is staying home to recover. He has a few injuries lingering and they both agreed he should rest and recover instead of driving to upstate New York. 

On the phone the night before they leave, Timo and Emma are talking about what is left to pack.

“I think just his hockey stuff is all that needs to be finished.” Emma murmurs, looking at the door where the bags are packed. 

“Don’t forget his skates are sitting in the mudroom after I sharpened them at the rink.”

“I know. I walk by them every day.” She rolls her eyes. 

“He isn’t going to remember them, so you’re going to have to triple check they are in the bag after he packs it.”

“Yes, T. I know.” She insists again, annoyed that he is micromanaging her parenting from Detroit. 

“Just trying to be helpful.”

“Doesn’t feel that way.” She snips. 

“Okay. You obviously have it under control.” Timo retreats, stretching his neck from side to side. “How did Livy do with dinner tonight?” He changes the subject.

But the next morning, Emma and Lio both wake up late. They are behind schedule getting on the road and Emma completely spaces on checking Lio’s bag before he throws it into the trunk.

“Let’s go!” Emma urges Lio into the car. How did she sleep through three alarms!?

They make it to the tournament just in time to check into the hotel, then head to the rink. Once they arrive at the rink, Lio looks into his bag, realizing he doesn’t have his skates.

“Mama!” He runs out to the lobby, interrupting where Emma is talking to another hockey mom. “Where are my skates?”

“What do you mean?” Emma asks. “You packed your bag, bubba.” 

“They aren’t in my bag.” 

Emma clearly sees herself walking by them this morning, in the mudroom, not thinking twice about how they should be in her hand when she shuts the door. Okay, shit. 

She pulls her phone out, beginning to type in sporting goods stores. There is one ten minutes down the road that looks to sell hockey equipment. She grabs her keys, then tells Lio to get back into the locker room to finish getting ready what he can. As she turns out of the parking lot of the rink towards the store, she calls her husband.

“Hi baby.” He greets her.

“Hi! Um, what brand of skates does Lio have? And do you know what size?’

“Why…?” Timo asks, sounding concerned. 

“Um,  we forgot his skates at home.” Timo immediately snorts. “Yeah I know. But I am heading to a hockey store so I can buy new ones-“

“No. You can’t do that to him. They won’t be formed to his feet. He will be miserable all game and in a ton of pain.” 

“Is it really that bad?”

“Asks the woman who assured me she wouldn’t forget said skates in the mudroom last night? Maybe you could start listening to me, babe.” 

“I’m… T, I don’t know what to do. He can’t play if he doesn’t have skates.” Emma says quietly.

“Someone is going to have to bring you his skates.”

“We are three hours from home.”

“Lex?”

“I’m not going to ask her to do that with two kids while she is pregnant.” 

“He is better off not playing than being put into brand new skates. I can bring them up tomorrow morning.” 

So that is what happens. 

Lio sits out the first game, sobbing to Emma the whole time about how awful it is he can’t be out there with his teammates. Emma feels terrible, apologizing to anyone who will listen about her stumble. Why was she so stubborn when Timo told her to triple check for the skates? Why didn’t she thank him for the reminder and put them in his bag right then? 

The next day, Timo comes up to the tournament, early, with their daughter in toe who was done being with their nanny. Lio has two games today and if they win, his team will head to the championship game tomorrow afternoon. Timo strolls into the rink a half hour before game time with Livy next to him, She has a Starbucks cup filled with lukewarm hot chocolate. Her blue eyes are focused on the top, making sure nothing spills as her little Uggs slap the floor. Timo has Lio’s skates in one hand and a Starbucks carrier in the other. Two coffee mugs and a large water are in it.

“Daddy!” Lio yells, watching his hero grin at him. 

“Go get ready.” Timo says immediately, handing the skates over to his son.

“Can you tie my skates?” 

“You can do it, buddy.” Timo insists. As cute as it is to do for him, Emma can’t tie Lio’s skates, so it’s best Lio does it himself and learns the right way to tighten the laces for what he needs. Emma is silent, watching her husband’s approach. She feels so small and dumb.

“I’m so sorry.” She blurts immediately, gnawing on her lip. Liv hugs Emma’s leg with one arm. Emma puts her hand onto her pink hat in greeting. “We were late. I didn’t check. I’m sorry. You were right. I should have gotten up right away and did it.”

“It’s okay. There is a lot going on when I’m not home.” Emma nods, taking the coffee from him. 

“Thank you for saving some of the weekend. I know you wanted to stay home and sleep.” 

“It’s okay. Livy and I had a fun road trip together.” He pats their daughter’s hair. His arm comes up, wrapping around his wife’s shoulders to pull her into his body. He kisses her head, then accepts her still very apologetic smooch. He smiles, kissing her nose before speaking again. “All good.” He assures. His perfect wife is perfectly good at beating herself up for any misstep. Fear of failure is a deep insecurity that drives her need to be right. It’s not his job to shame her for that. It’s his job to soothe those parts of her when he can while she works on it.

“I love you.” She whispers.

“I love you too, mama.” He stares into her eyes, waiting to see the crinkle of disappointment smooth away from her forehead. It isn’t going away fast enough for him, so he leans down, kissing her lips, working his tongue between them to devour her mouth.

“Yuck.” Liv says, stepping away from being squished by her parents as Timo brings his wife deeper into his body. He holds her where he protrudes behind his zipper. Emma’s subtle moan doesn’t help. 

“Timo!” Lio’s coach, Eddie, comes out of the rink, grinning at seeing the professional hockey player at an away tournament. “Can you come in before the game and hype the boys up?” Timo looks up, keeping Emma pressed tight into his arousal as he nods. She rest her forehead on his chest.

“Sure. Like 15 minutes?” Timo asks as he runs both his hands up to rest at the middle of Emma’s back.

“Sounds good!” Timo waits for him to walk away, then sets his blue gaze back on his wife.

“What’s my reward for saving the day?”

“Blowie in the hotel bathroom while the kids are asleep?” Timo’s head knocks back and he laughs loudly at the ceiling.

“You know the way to my heart, baby.” He leaves an arm around her shoulders. Emma brings her fingers up, lacing them together on her collar bone. She kisses along his knuckles. They watch Liv run around with another little sister from the team until Timo heads into the locker room for his pregame speech. 

[aceofsweets]

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖ yeah... give me a moment...

٠࣪⭑ notes ; so, i'm back!! yippee!!! but only because i'm three weeks away from school ending and i just wanted to write silly oc lore for yowa!! ٠࣪⭑ content ; oc/self-insert, implied oc x canon, this takes place before and during the prologue, lore!, all of this is in lowercase ٠࣪⭑ disclaimers ; this is not an 'x reader', this fic was made for me specifically, if you don't like it please scroll! ٠࣪⭑ cameo/s ; just rubia (@jade-s-nymph) ٠࣪⭑ fandom ; twisted wonderland

click, click, click... just mindless spam clicking.

a series of rhythmic clicking could be heard from a certain dorm room. well, not like that was abnormal coming from the students of ignihyde, a yellow shines brightly as the student groans "booo.... another 3 star."

skipping through the gacha animation, the girl sighed. "what shitty rng luck." oh boohoo, same old boring routine. she'd save up how many crystals only to waste it on a duplicate. someone get the tissues because that's just so sad!

she closed the game to wallow in sadness as she sank into her comfortable bed. she opened her calendar, wait a damn minute-

isn't it the entrance ceremony tomorrow? ohhhh... great! a new bunch of newbies who haven't allocated their skill points yet! hopefully the new ignihyde students aren't gonna be a massive pain in the ass.. well, ignihyde doesn't have it as bad as heartslabyul at least (like seriously who let heartslabyul be so overpopulated...)

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖

"you must attend! it is truly unbecoming of a student of our prestigious school to not attend our solemn ceremony!" the thunderous voice coming from yowa's phone was so... noisy.. but who was she to not listen to his rants? well, she was listening to him politely scolding her as she was putting on the ceremonial robes "idia's not going either tho.." she responded. "well, it does not justify your absence from the ceremony!" "i get it. I just don't want to attend in person tho."

the person on the other line of the call only sighed, why is she always like this?

"hmph.. very well, just be sure to attend the club fair!" "i won't miss your terrific horse riding skills" "eurk..!" hes probably as red as a rose right now. "see you during the club fair." she said before hanging up. she had a bit of time left.. she can play some gam-

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!

another call? seriously?? she has like 4 contacts on her phone, who the hell is calling he- oh. Rubia.

"what's good" "you're not attending the ceremony, correct?" "oh goddamnit" "as i thought" "no shit rubia" silence filled the room for a few seconds

"so, how was the call with riddle?" "are you stalking me? where are you?? under my bed??" "it'd be difficult to be under your bed when you don't even have a bed frame" the ignihyde student rolled her eyes "i do have a bed frame for your information." "what? the headboard you forged out of pillows? that does not classify as a bed frame and I know you know it." "it's better than nothing tho" "you have idia to pay for a bed frame." yowa chuckled.

"yeah yeah." "the ceremony should be starting by now." rubia mentions "welp, cheers to the next generation of level 1 newbies" yowa joked as she hung up.

logging onto her account to attend the ceremony online, it seemed like it was approximately 9 minutes from starting.

let's watch the newbies join the game for the first time, shall we?

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖

okay. wow. that ceremony was... fucking wild.

yowa needed to turn off whatever device she was using right now because what the actual fuck was that. so, a random student from another world basically isekaid and triggered a level 5 boss which was a fire-breathing cat (not the weirdest but definitely weird.) that started committing arson? this ceremony was a goddamn mess, but it was an entertaining mess.

after observing the ceremony she had screen recorded over and over, she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and feel a little bit bad for the newbie. maybe it was because they had to live in ramshackle of all places, but eh. they'll adjust to this world despite being magicless.

she was typing all of this down until she heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the door "nee-san! the ignihyde welcome celebration is about to begin!" yowa chuckled as she heard the robotic, but lively voice called for her "yeah... give me a moment"

i guess she can wonder more about that newbie later. for now, she'll enjoy her life the way it is.

٠࣪⭑ notes ; man i've been gone from this platform for such a long time lmao, sorry if the fic and grammar is terrible, just trying to ease myself into writing again. thanks for reading, always remember that reblogs > likes, love you all !!

xoxo, parfait

[mageofseven]

MC Touching the Brothers' and Mephisto's Hair

This is a rather self-indulgent post for me.

I was just thinking about when I was a kid how I just had this obsession with other people's hair, especially long hair. I would often play with my mom"s and older sister's hair when when I was little and I always had the compulsion to do it with others as well, but I eventually got the ability to restrain myself.

I'm unsure if it was because I am autistic or because I was a kid or both, but pretty hair that was smooth or bouncy was always an obsession of mine. It still is even now as an adult, but of course the only hair I play with is my own lol

So yeah! I've decided to base a post off of a childhood comfort~

Also

Because this is already a self-indulgent post, I've decided to specifically use my MC Elyna for this.

Sorry is that turns some of you off from this, but I've always wanted to use her in my writings so I think this is a good chance to do so.

So again! Using Elyna, my MC.

I hope you enjoy it anyways!

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Lucifer:

The Avatar of Pride was in his office, doing his work as always.

He heard the door creep open then closed, just for him to see Elyna with her textbook and homework in hand from the corner of his eye.

The woman often did her work in his office. The rest of the house was quite loud because of his brothers and even the poor human's room wasn't safe from them and their noise.

In order to help her get her work done undisturbed and help her avoid overstimulation, Lucifer added a small desk in the back corner of his office for her to do her work.

In truth, the man didn't mind her presence one bit. Elyna was a very quiet, well-behaved person though she did have her strange moments.

...Like now, for example.

Lucifer sighed and looked over at the woman.

"What are you doing?"

Elyna's books and papers were now on her desk and instead she had her fingers sliding through sections of his dark hair.

"Your hair is just like my mom's." She answered, as if it was obvious. "Hers is also smooth and greying."

The man frowned.

"I take it you miss your mother?"

"Yeah." She nodded, still sliding her fingers down his silky hair.

Lucifer sighed.

"Alright." He relented. "Just for a bit, but then you have to return to your homework."

Elyna quietly nodded and gently slid a new bundle of hair between her fingers.

Just as he said, strange. However, not unpleasant. In truth, the demon was rather enjoying the feeling from his hair being softly played with and found it relaxing

And so with no qualms, the man went back to his work and enjoyed the attention given to his hair.

Mammon:

The greed demon had been out all night and only just came back to HoL.

Too tired to trudge up to his room, the man instead went to the living room, flopped on the couch, and sat there half asleep.

Meanwhile, Elyna had just come out of Levi's room and was heading to the kitchen for more pop.

Upon seeing the second brother on the couch, she stared for a moment before deciding to step inside and to the back of the couch.

Suddenly, the half-alseep man jolted up before staring back at the person who just gave him his first heart attack of the day.

"W-What the hell, Ellie??!"

The woman pouted.

"I wasn't done yet."

"You coulda at least gave me a heads up or somethin'..." He complained, cheeks turning red.

"Oh okay." Elyna nodded. "I'm gonna play with your hair now, okay?"

Mammon let out a big sigh and flopped back on the couch.

"Whatever, human..."

Yet his cheeks were still red and only brighten the longer Elyna slid her fingers in his hair.

Honestly, the second brother kind of liked it. If his heart wasn't still trying to beat out of his chest from the scare it's actually from Ellie touching him hehe then he could actually see himself falling asleep like this.

Leviathan:

Elyna was in Levi's room like most nights. The two didn't speak, just did their own things.

The human had her switch in hand, playing Rune Factory 5 while the demon was still in the middle of the game he bought three days ago.

Getting burnt out from her own game, the woman stared into into his big water tank, finding the glow to be calming.

Eventually her eyes wondered away from the tank and followed the radiated light to Levi's head.

Elyna sat her switch down and approached the distracted man before kneeling down and running a hand through his hair.

"Ew."

The otaku's face went red as he froze in place.

"Your hair is greasy." She complained. "You need a shower."

The woman was disappointed. His hair was so pretty, but in this state was nothing but a sensory nightmare.

And with that, Elyna got up and left the room, leaving Levi all flustered and self conscious.

I mean...in truth, the man hasn't showered in three days so the reminder wasn't exactly a bad one.

So the demon paused the game before trudging into the bathroom.

Later, he was out of the shower and in his pjs, but still drying his hair with the towel as Elyna entered.

"...You were gone a while." He mumbled.

The dirty otaku thought he scared the human away with his dirty hair.

"I had to wash my hand and get Luce his coffee."

Ah right. The human does that like clockwork. In truth, Lucifer never asked her to do such a thing. When she got here, the woman simply observed her new housemates and discovered that Lucifer left his officer around the same time each night for a caffeine pick-me-up

And so she just started bringing some to him unprompted. In truth, she has gotten good at making the drink just as the oldest likes.

It made the envy demon jealous, unsurprisingly. He wished his Henry would show him the same care...

Elyna strolled over to him and took the towel from him.

"You're too tall..." She pouted. "Sit down."

Face tomato red, he sat down to the floor, prompting the woman to kneel down before drying his hair for him.

The man thought he would faint. Why was she doing this??? She was being so gentle with him though and Levi liked that.

Eventually, the human stopped and frowned.

"The towel is too wet." She looked at him with sad eyes. "Go blow dry your hair so you don't get a cold."

Well...it was nice while it lasted.

Satan:

Elyna was laying in bed with her boyfriend. The two were supposed to be reading their own books, but the human couldn't focus today.

She sighed before reaching out to gently twirl the blonde's hair.

"Kitten..." Satan lightly warned his girlfriend. "You know I don't like you doing that while I'm reading."

The woman pouted, causing the demon to chuckle.

"Just let me finish this chapter first."

Elyna gave a heavy, exaggerated sigh before setting her book aside.

From there, she played with her hands.

When she got bored of that, she hooked her foot under his leg, carefully raising his leg before letting it fall. Then she did it again. And again. And again.

Satan had his lips pressed together, trying to keep himself from laughing. His playful Kitten was precious as always. However, he still wasn't giving in. The cute human had to learn patience after all.

Not getting her way, the woman the pouted.

Unhooking her foot from his leg, she then decided to lay on top of her boyfriend and slid herself into his arms, laying her head against his chest.

Smirking, she turned herself so she was laying on him stomach to stomach.

Looking up at him with the cutest face she could make, Elyna made the one sound she knew he couldn't resist.

"Meow." She pawed at his chest. "Mrrrrooow."

Satan's eyes went wide, cheeks red.

...oh to hell with it.

And with that, Satan dropped the book to the side and flipped them both over. As he leaned down and kissed his mischievous Kitten, she slid her hands in his hair, victorious.

Asmodeus:

The two were in Asmo's room.

The Azzy was doing Elyna's make up. The woman didn't usually wear any makeup; didn't see the point in going through the effort and found her own past attempts at it a bit disheartening.

Asmo however, loved doing her make up! And dressing her up. Elyna was basically his life-sized Barbie doll, a title the woman didn't mind one bit. It made her friend happy and she got to look pretty for a while so it was essentially a win-win.

When he was finished with hers, the lust demon leaned into the mirror as his did some touch ups on his own.

As his hair shifted off his neck, the human couldn't resist.

She reached out and stroked his silky hair, causing the man to giggle.

"Not yet, Ellie." He smiled as he fixed his mascara.

Elyna nodded and watched the man fix his makeup, eyes lighting up when he finally turned around.

"Ready~" He hummed happily as he moved some of his hair forward.

The woman slipped her fingers through his locks happily.

Asmo always took such good care of his hair so it it was always super soft, smooth, and bouncy. It was a very pleasant sensory experience for the woman.

Luckily, the demon enjoyed having his friend admire his hair and she was so gentle that she never messed it up so that was also a bonus.

Beel & Belphie:

With these guys, Elyna doesn't so much as play with their hair as she does give them a scalp massage. The woman learned real quick how much the twins love when she guides her nails gently over their scalps and the back of their necks.

This time, she laid in bed with the twins, one on each side of her.

Belphie, unsurprisingly, was already fast asleep on her left and Beel was all relaxed on her right. He wasn't even eating (though he did start drooling at one point 😅🤭)

Honestly, these two were the easiest to convince to let her touch their hair, even compared to Asmo.

Mephisto:

"...What are you doing?" The nobleman looked to the side to stare at the woman.

Elyna had his bang between two fingers and kept sliding them down his hair.

"Your hair is pretty; I'm jealous." She told him, not taking her eyes off his Barney purple locks. "I always wanted to dye my hair when I was growing up, but my mom wouldn't let me."

"This isn't hair dye!" The man seemed genuinely insulted as he scowled at her. "This hair color is commonly inherited in my family."

The woman didn't even reacted to his outburst and just kept stroking his hair.

Mephisto huffed.

Well, they don't call his annoying human 'Elyna the Strange' for nothing.

And no he didn't smile when he thought 'his'; you're imagining things!

"I wish my hair was this pretty." The human remarked, still lost in her own head.

The man sighed.

Well, she's gone. Might as well tolerate this for now.

[thewertsearch]

This carnival looks sort of familiar... 

CA: gam i need to talk to kar wwhere is he he isnt answwerin [...] CA: i havve some serious feelins and problems here and i need some advvice

Eridan’s going to Karkat for advice? 

He seems to have a cordial relationship with Kanaya, but I’m surprised he’d defer to the expertise of a land dweller - particularly one with anonymous blood, and especially when the subject is this personal. 

I think Karkat’s capable of giving genuinely good relationship advice - but I also think he’s one of the only trolls willing to talk quadrants with Eridan. That sounds like it would be exhausting, unless you were really passionate about it, and Karkat has passion in, heh, spades.

TC: HaHa, YeAh i fEeL YoU, hE'S PrEtTy wOrKeD Up tOo [...] TC: BeCaUsE OuR GoOd bRo sOlLuX JuSt kIcKeD ThE WiCkEd mOtHeRfUcKiN ShIt [...] CA: are you sayin hes dead TC: YeAh :o( [...] TC: KaRkAt bLaMeS HiMsElF On iT, pOoR MoThErFuCkEr TC: BuT I ToLd hIm tO Be cHiLl TC: BeCaUsE ThErE Is a mIrAcLe cOmInG, i cAn fEeL It

Sollux is destined to survive, at least until the F1 Bonk. After all, he still needs to die a second time. 

He just saved Feferi, the Witch of Life - so maybe she’s about to repay that debt, reviving him with her newly awakened Sgrub powers. 

TC: BrO My aDvIcE Is yOu jUsT KiCk bAcK AnD MoThErFuCkIn sNaP InTo sOmE RuDe eLiXiR AnD MaYbE GeT YoUr wIcKeD ZoNe oN [...] CA: are you recommendin a bevverage to me or somethin [...] TC: YeAh mAn SlAm A FaYgO CA: i dont havve a fuckin faygo you stupid fuck wwhy wwould i keep that disgusting shit on hand TC: ArE YoU MoThErFuCkIn sUrE AbOuT ThAt? CA: oh CA: oh god youre right i do

How does Gamzee know all this shit? Is it Title related? Is he awake on his Moon, seeing miracles in the clouds, or hearing monsters whisper them in his ear? 

Is he just really h-

He’s just really high, isn’t he. 

[jadetheblueartist]

The Oc’s incorrect quotes (pt. 1)

@banana-pancake5

Cop: You ran a red light. 
Ivan: So did you, hypocrite. 
Cop: I was following you. 
Ivan: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver. 
Cop: Get out.

Ivan: I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Megan: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

Megan: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. 
Megan: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and I “need to let it go”.

Megan: Bye Talon! Bye Ivan! Bye Zenith! Bye Zoe! Bye Talon!
Ivan: You said ‘bye Talon’ twice.
Megan: I like Talon

Zoe: What’s something you guys are better than Talon at? 
Megan: Mario Kart. 
Zenith: Yeah, video gam-
Ivan: Emotional vulnerability 😐

(Hahaha someone is a bit salty)

Zoe: You kidnapped Talon? That’s illegal! 
Megan: But Zoe, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Talon, or destroying our dreams? 
Zoe: Kidnapping Talon, Megan!!! 
Zenith: Zoe, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them! 
Zoe: What, to kidnap people?!?! 
Zenith: To work together! 
Zoe: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?! 
Ivan: Zoe, we all agreed a business guy is a not a people.

*texting*

Talon: A theif. 
Megan : Thief? 
Talon: Theif. 
Megan : I before E, except after C. 
Talon: Thceif. 
Megan: No.

Megan: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.
Talon : It’s not a joke.
Talon : *sniffles*
Talon : I’m a legit snack.

Talon: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Megan: Peonies, why?

Talon:

Megan: Were you going to get me flowers?

Talon:

Megan:

Talon: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ