#goober stack!!!

[thewindbandit]

Group Art Fight attack on @raycatzdraws, @awkwardpossum0, and @thatonekidwind of their skykids! Plus my own at the bottom.

[erisgekko]

various doodles on paper

[geniusbuilttm]

To celebrate Leo and Yuichi getting together in Surp-Rise (canon continuation AU), I did this doodle sketch yesterday while doing other things. Casual affection my beloved—

The boys will eventually get to this point. Right now they both need to grow. If you want to read the AU and learn about these two’s story, click here for the series.

[roocomehome]

i may be forgetful but something tells me that the last time i played as saint, i did not have two babies..

[bugdogg]

Too negative or too positive, I don’t know what mistakes I’m making unless you tell me

[lavenderchqn]

✧・| spotless, from bottom to top

— the reset to lifve, that's what spring cleaning is dubbed as. well, it's not really spring now... but hey, dust bunnies sleep in the nooks regardless of the season!

[note.] — this is the last post before my title defence. hopefully everything goes fine next tuesday and I'll be free from the shackles of my academic focused mind.

𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘

Arguably, the worst person to organise with. Lyney is a sentimental hoarder. In his eyes everything sparks joy. He’s efficient in cleaning everything that does not involve his stuff. Vacuuming? If Lynette hasn’t broke the machine, he’s good to go! Sweeping the floors? He’ll sing a cheerful tune. Reducing the amount of props he owns? Yeah, no. 

“Oh, but love!” Lyney pouts, sitting on the floor. Boxes, dust bunnies, a bunch of props he hadn’t seen in decades. “How do you expect me to get rid of anything?!” He sobs, his nose running from the dust in the air. All of these things are important. All of them are necessary— even if just for his happiness. 

“At least one box…” You beg, looking at him with pity. His sentiment towards the past isn’t something you haven’t known already. In your eyes, it’s charming. The silly goober has a stellar memory. How attractive. “Only one?” The blond looks at you, shocked. In his head, he already prepared himself to reduce all these memories to half. One is very, very generous. 

You nod. One box is enough. Surely, in this overflowing collection, there must be enough stuff that’s broken beyond repair or too small for anyone. With such a minor challenge, Lyney takes the terms seriously. 

“Okay, okay, okay” His eyes move from item to item. That’s staying, that too… This… can go. Lyney moves like a well-oiled machine, decluttering far more than he’d thought he ever would. As he grabs a folder, something falls out. 

A picture. The dust that had settled on the paper gave it a sepia-like appearance. What a scenery. Three siblings and you smiling, heavens above, how old this must be? The blond blows some of the gunk away. “Oh, that’s staying.” You comment, scaring the living daylights out of Lyney. In the middle of his organising, you’ve managed to sneak up on him. On accident. 

He shrieks away, body flying into another stack of unopened boxes. “Ouch, ouch, ouch…” He hisses, holding his hand. “You okay, bubs?” You ask apologetically, extending a hand in his direction. 

“Perfectly clear belove— ACHOO!”

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

He’s both a good and worst helper. His hair falls into the cleaning solutions constantly and the bobby pins on the floor just seem to pile up. Aided with a previously made cleaning plan, Neuvillette is ready to tackle anything. Oh, but please keep him away from any chemical labels. They make him anxious. 

“Love…” You murmur, looking at the situation at hand. Neuvillette is perched at the sink and filling a bucket full of water. Nothing’s out of the ordinary… and yet. Why does he look so formal? “Are you sure about that?” You ask. 

“Is there something of the matter, Beloved?” He turns around. Hair let down, sleeves somehow not drenched in the water yet. He tilts his head slightly, eyes sparkling. How cute. “Well, will you be comfortable?” You ask, your eyes laser-focused on his hair. 

“I can assure you, I’ll be fine.” And still, he has to brush away the locks falling into his eyes. Silly Neuvillette and his silly thinking. With one of your hair ties, you gently pull all of his luscious hair into a low ponytail. Less official than his regular getup, but handsome regardless.

And as for his sleeves. Gosh, what an annoyance. You can’t but help his sense of justice and commitment. As much as you appreciate it on a day-to-day basis, having it control every part of his life is just… Upsetting. Slightly. You tut for a second, thinking about how to push them back. And make sure they stay in place. Hair ties would stop them from unravelling but… 

You sigh. Aborting the mission, you take a bucket yourself. As it slowly fills with lukewarm water, you reach for the cleaning solution. Before you can grab the cap, your hands are laced with Neuvillette’s instead. “Gloves first, Precious.” He says, handing you a pair. 

You roll your eyes, trying to put them on. They squeal, twisting and turning around your fingers… The latex is so uncomfortable, you think. Seeing your discomfort, Neuvillette jumps in to assist. Like with a non-latex glove, he pulls it up gently. “Much better,” He murmurs, seeing the glove fitting you… like a glove!

Now you’re ready to mop the floors till you can see yourself in them. 

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

Unironically, Wriothesley likes doing household chores. It’s a simple task — one you can unwind to. With a podcast or jazz in his ears, there’s nothing stopping him from catering to the house. It makes you happy, it makes him content. Helping you out (and maybe feeding his ego slightly) is pure joy. 

Oh heavens, the smell. The one, yet oddly specific odour of vacuuming. Wriothesley must have finished the chores minutes prior, you think. How you have managed to sleep through the grating noise is a mystery, however,  one left for solving on another day.

You stretch on the couch, popping your joints. Sleeping on the sofa is not the best choice, by far. The nap was lovely regardless. “You woke up?” Wriothesley asks, the soft echo of his footsteps growing louder. “Mhm…” You murmur, rubbing your eyes. He disappears into a different part of the house — most likely to get stuff ready for mopping the floors. 

“Do we want coffee?” You ask, putting on your slippers. Not only is it safety 101, given you'd rather not slip on freshly cleaned floors. Not getting said floors dirty is another reason. There’s nothing you’d want less than to ruin Wriothesley’s work. 

It isn’t often when he does get a chance to stay at home. It’s even less for him to participate in household chores. Maybe it’s why he likes doing them so much? Chores withdrawal or something. “Sure, why not,” You hear in the distance.  

It isn’t long before Wriothesley returns. Just as you’re getting the sugar ready, you can feel yourself being slightly lifted. Your head whips around, trying to figure out what on earth is going on. “Just me, Buttercup.” He’s holding you like a sack of potatoes while he mops the floor. 

“A little warning next time, fucking hell.” You say, waving a finger in his face the second you’re back on the ground. You pout, handing him his cup of coffee. “Thanks for the treat,” He says, taking a sip. Perfect as always. Oh, what a shame it would be for someone or something to knock down a cup full of liquid on the freshly cleaned floors. 

Well, thank heavens you’re not feeling daring today. 

date of posting — june 15th 2025

[interclover]

YAHHH THEY'RE FINALLY HERE!! My gijinkas for the BFDIA final 7 :D I've been working on them since december, hence why nickel is there xD I'm so proud of how they've turned out

More yapping about my designs under the cut!!

BOOK:

I wanted her to clash with Pencil's design (which, originally, was going to be here, but once she got eliminated I decided to erase it LOL it also didn't help the fact that she's one of my least favourite characters) (but you can picture your typical white mean girl). She's awkward and typically reserved, in contrast with Pencil, Match, Ruby and Bubble's extroversion. I think I made a good job at expressing that.

Plus, her fashion sense is more old-fashioned and formal, since I associate libraries and books with the past (it's also a nice contrast to the rest of freesmart, who dabble in 2000s (sub)cultures, with Pencil and Match fitting into the popular girl stereotype and Ruby being scene (in my hcs)).

Her blazer is a nod to those book covers!!

Square shapes everywhere

This is a bit of me projecting, but I also didn't want to make her too feminine :p not only bc she's not perceived as "pretty" enough to be a full-on member of Freesmart, but also because I'm enby and Book is enby because I kin her. Sorry/j.

NEEDLE:

South-korean needle realness

She's BUFF. I wanted her to keep an overall needle-like body shape, while still being stacked. This is the first time I studied muscle references, and it paid off.

We can see her running around and doing risky things a lot in the show, so I think she got some bruises from that.

Also, I wanted to give her an outfit that was as practical as possible while still being fashionable. I still have my doubts about the boob window, but I believe it turned out alright! Pencil would obviously pick someone pretty with a good sense of fashion.

Lots of needle motifs (bangs, earring, body shape, hairstyle)

PIN:

She's sharp and pointy! Hence the piercings

She has lots of freckles in her body, covered at all times by her jacket and tights.

In my hcs, instead of losing their limbs, contestants lose their mobility in said areas. Mainly because I didn't know how to potray when they regained them. The batteries in Pin's wheelchair fuel her arms as well, and they're connected by wires (which. i just realised. I forgot. well.), able to transmit electricity without harming her to the metal armor she wields. Think of it as a mecha suit!!

Matching necklaces with Coiny #coinpincanon

I wanted her to have an intimidating outfit as well, mostly reflecting how, outside her harsh exterior, she's trying to become a better person.

COINY:

Probably the gijinka that went through the most redesigns. I had to look up inspiration for this one, since every Coiny gijinka I drew left me severely unsatisfied: they either looked too much like other people's gijinkas or to the rest of the male cast. In the end, I'm really happy about his design! I managed to stray away from my other designs while still retaining his personality.

Again, matching necklaces with pin :3

The bandana is meant to reflect a coin's glow. This is one of my favourite details and I didn't even realise it until I got to shading.

He's latino!! I still have to think about most of my designs' nacionalities, but he's latino for sure.

Round body shape and many coin motifs :3 I hc him to be alternative. Even though that doesn't entirely come across in his design, he made his accessories himself (diy king) and he enjoys nu-metal music.

NICKEL:

He was the first one to be drawn, I hope you can't realise that 😭 my style changed so much what

He's, overall, just a silly guy! A goober. Full of whimsy and joy

Since I hc II Nickel and BFDI Nickel as relatives (still unsure of making them twins or cousins), and I had designed my II Nickel WAYYY before I began this, I knew I had to give them a similar build. In comparison to his II counterpart, BFDI Nickel is a bit more chubbier, with more round shapes to represent his happy-go-lucky personality.

He has prosthetic arms!! I settled on giving every metallic or scientist armless character a pair of prosthetics :p it seemed cool ok.

He'd have some freckles, too, as well as beauty spots :3

I'm going to be fully honest, I gave him that outfit because I have the same shirt and I thought he'd like baggy pants JSHDKJH he got the favourite treatment.

TENNIS BALL:

Not much to say here, his design is pretty straightforward. Fluffy hair because tennis balls are fluffy, plus sized and tall because tennis balls are big. Yeah

He'd put his hair up in difficult challenges or when he's researching/studying/inventing something, though.

The suspenders came to me in a vision (that one Matt Bellamy outfit)

Golf ball pin!! #duo

FRIES:

Underpaid fast-food employee, who got tired of so much bullshit and decided to become an unstoppable menace.

He's afro-american :p

The turtleneck also came to me in a vision (I hate jimbalaya mouthwashing. However, it fits Fries nicely).

And that's all! Massive thank you if you decided to read all of this :D I appreciate it a lot!!/gen

[tobytheeggo]

Sinners (but animals!)

10..people liked my previous post so here are the goobers ^^ Since the movie takes place in Mississippi, I wanted them all to be wild animals from the state!

Smoke & Stack - Coyote (designed by my friend Danny! Floatzel on TH)

Mary - Bobcat

Remmick - (Irish..ofc) Bat

I have Sammie on the way but just know he is designed‼️ he’s a red wolf‼️‼️

[aurumaura]

my art is all heavily self-indulgent and i love pathetic men

i present to you, antidote, cure stack goober x bloxy cola junkie

[lillypad-monopoly]

*pushes aside stacks of WIPs* Ok hear me out: Boat Boys AU where Etho and Joel meet at the dog park and Etho's dog Goober and Joel's dog Gerald become best friends and they are forced to keep having dog playdates until they fall in love.

[ladykailitha]

The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 14

Here we are again at the end. I'm sad to see this one go. It was a real challenge to see if I could write heavier smut and the answer is "eh, so-so". There should have been more nudity and sex in this thing than there was, but after the fight with Tumblr over the stripper tag I just gave up trying to even tag things properly anymore. Because of the fucking purity police.

But this gets racy. As racy as I get.

So thanks for one hell of a ride!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

~

Steve flopped on their sofa with a whine. “Robin... dancing with him just the two of us is going to kill me. I just know it.”

Robin looked over at him from the kitchen with an impressed eyebrow. “You know who to blame.”

“Chrissy,” they said together.

“If she had been dating you,” Steve huffed, laying lengthwise on the sofa and putting his right arm behind his head, “this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Hey!” she protested. “There is no way that that literal goddess is ever going to date a peon like me.”

Steve lobbed a pillow straight at her head. “Only one of us gets to mope at a time, and it’s my turn. Plus you aren’t a pee-on or whatever it was you called yourself. I bet she thinks you’re hot.”

Robin came over with the two bowls of stew she had reheated and handed one to Steve, who promptly sat up straight so she had a place to sit.

“There is no fucking way,” she huffed around a bite of carrot. “Did you see the way she danced with the new Wrath? Micaela has all the right moves, who would want me when they could have that?”

Micaela looked like a Greek statue come to life. She perfect olive toned skin, deep brown eyes and the perfect pout to her lips. She was also married to a guy named Paul, who did construction for a living and didn’t care about the stripping as long as it made her happy.

“I’m pretty sure Paul would take issue with that,” he huffed. “Besides, I’ll make a bet. I’ll ask her tomorrow if she thinks you’re hot and when I win, you have to do laundry for the next month.”

Robin shrieked in outrage. “There is no way, Mr. Clothes Horse that I am going to wash that many clothes for a month.”

“Oh so you agree,” Steve said batting his eyelashes, “that you know she thinks you’re hot?”

She began sputtering and squawking, finally she settled down with her stew and very mumbled, “Curses foiled again.”

Steve kissed her cheek and turned on “Unsolved Mysteries”.

“This show was creepier in the eighties,” she huffed. “Now most of the time it’s just supernatural shit. Robert Stack would appalled.”

Steve waved her off, “Shush! I want to hear about the Chicago Moth Man.”

~

Steve bounded up to Chrissy the next day, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey-ya, hot stuff!”

Chrissy threw her head back and laughed. “What’s happening, yourself, you goober?”

“So...” he began, rocking back on his heels and then back on his toes, “so I have this bet with Robin. If I win she has to do the laundry for a month and if she wins, I have to tell Eddie I like him.”

“Oohh,” Chrissy said, rubbing her hands together, “I almost want to see you lose so you have to tell him. What’s the bet?”

“That you don’t think she’s hot. I said you do, she thinks you don’t.”

Steve smirked as he saw the complete indecision warring on her face. “Damn it.” She stomped one foot dramatically. “That’s really not fair, Steve...”

His grin widened and he knew he had won. “I’ll tell you what, you let me win the bet and I’ll have you help choreograph a dance that will knock all of Eddie’s clothes right off.”

“Tell Robin that not only do I think she’s hot,” Chrissy said returning his grin, “but also tell her to be ready next Tuesday at seven, because I’m taking her out on a date.”

Steve gave her a fist bump and walked away, back to where a very anxious Robin stood, twisting a cloth napkin to death.

“I win,” he said smugly, “and you have a date on Tuesday at seven. Dress nice, but not fancy.”

Robin sputtered and stammered. “I would have thought at the very least she would have gone my way if for the very reason one of you to boneheads needs to say something because even long time regulars are starting to notice the friction between the two of you will light this place on fire.”

“Oh I totally bribed her,” Steve said, smirk never faltering for a moment, “I told her she could help choreograph a dance to actually seduce Eddie.”

“You are so smug,” she said through gritted teeth, pinching his cheek. “I don’t have anything to wear, you know this right?”

Steve waved her off, smacking her hand away. “Go on a shopping trip, it’s not like you’re broke. Hell, we’ll go tomorrow before work. Make you the prettiest butch lesbian there ever was.” He patted her cheek firmly. “Now, I’m going to go shake my ass.”

He walked off as Chrissy walked up to her. “Hey, gorgeous,” she purred, “I’m assuming Steve told you about our date?”

Robin nodded, eyes wide. “I didn’t know you thought that about me.”

Chrissy leaned over the counter, putting her boobs on display. She played with one of Robin’s many necklaces. “I thought that when you got hired, sweetie. This is just me finally taking the plunge.”

She licked her lips slowly as Robin’s cheeks turned bright red, causing her freckles to really stand out.

“Oh.”

Chrissy chuckled. “Such a pretty little thing. I think you have me a disadvantage, Robin.”

“How’s that?” Robin asked, amazed it didn’t come out as complete gibberish. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn’t even see straight, every fiber of her being was focused on that single point of contact where Chrissy had a hold of her necklace.

“You’ve seen me naked and covered in chocolate sauce,” Chrissy purred, “and I was curious to see if that was on offer.”

How Robin didn’t immediately devolve into a complete buffoon, she had no idea. “Never on the first date.” She almost squeaked when she realized the words that had just come out of her mouth. That’s it. This wasn’t Hellfire Club, this was Heaven. She had died. Clearly.

“Duly noted,” Chrissy said, straightening up. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

Robin nodded and Chrissy waved goodbye over her shoulder. Joe who was the head waiter and her boss patted her on the shoulder.

“Don’t take it too personally,” he said with a huff of laughter. “I’ve seen lesser lesbians turn into gibbering hound dogs when she does that. She’s just a softy, really, she just also loves to blue screen the hell out of potential dates.”

Robin turned to him. “Why is that?”

“Because she wants to set the expectation that she is a stripper,” Joe said with a shrug. “She’s good at her job and she isn’t going to quit for anyone. So if she goes super sexual out of the gate and the person doesn’t mind it, then she knows it’s a safe bet.”

“Oh.”

That made more sense than it didn’t. But now she had figure out how to date the hottest woman Robin had ever met. No pressure.

Right?

~

To say Steve was nervous would be an understatement. He was about to turn an already sexually charged dance between him and Eddie and turn the dial all the up to eleven. He’s not even sure if it could be called “simulated” sex, when they were both going to get naked for a crowd, but it was definitely going to be something.

He had been slowly ramping up the tension between him and Eddie with each week and it was the last Saturday of the month and he was about to blow something. Eddie’s mind or his fucking job.

He really, really hoped it wasn’t his job.

They did their trio dance and Lilith slunk off stage, leaving behind Lucifer and Samael. The looks they were giving each other could have set that stage on fire. Steve was already most of the way red and his wings were tattered. It would not take much for Samael to fall. And fall tonight, he most certainly would.

Steve started out slow. He wanted to make Eddie come to him. He ran his hands all up and down his chest. One hand went up to his throat while the other dipped to press the heel of hand against his aching erection.

The moaned he released was not faked.

Both hands touched his cheeks and then dug into his hair, his hips thrusting out. The audience was hooked but the person he wanted was Eddie.

Lucifer watched with hooded eyes as Steve made love to himself. Then the water fell on Steve’s head and he ripped off his top. The wings were skeletal now, the last bit of feathers having been washed away with all the white.

He was standing there in red boots and g-string, head back and chest out.

The growl from Eddie was primal and Steve wasn’t sure if it was Lucifer or Eddie who made the sound.

But it didn’t matter, it did the job.

Eddie stalked across the stage and pulled their bodies flush together. He lifted one of Steve’s legs up and unzipped the boot, gently pulling it off. That leg went tightly around Eddie’s waist and he did the same with the other leg.

Soon Steve was only wearing the g-string, completely wrapped around Eddie, who was still fully dressed.

With his hand firmly on Steve’s back, Steve lowered himself backwards, arching his back, like those Renaissance painting of fallen angels and deposed saints.

With his free hand Eddie ripped off the harness with the wings tossing them aside to be picked up by one of the other dancers. Then that hand slid over Steve’s chest, down to the front of Steve’s thong and ripped that off as well.

The gasp from the audience and then the roar when Eddie tossed at them was loud.

Not that Steve could hear them over the rush of blood to his head. He wasn’t sure if it was entirely due to hanging upside down or the fact that the only thing that separated him from Eddie was the leather pants he wore as Pride.

Steve wrapped both arms around Eddie’s neck and began to grind against him.

Eddie forcibly set him down and pushed him away.

Steve had nothing to worry about because he knew this was part of the dance and turned toward the patrons.

He danced, reveling in his now naked form, showing off and simpering to the crowd. Then he’s yanked back, into Eddie’s arms.

He smirked and pushed Eddie away, turning back to the crowd. Eddie yanked on his arm again but instead of pulling him close, he pushed him to ground.

Steve stared up at him, propped up on his elbows as he scooted away from Eddie, toward the edge of the stage.

Eddie pulled on his tear away leather pants, leaving him only in the black combat boots he wore.

He stood, straddled over Steve and then knelt on one knee, running his hands over Steve’s torso and then pushed him all the way to ground.

Steve’s arms came up and his hands roamed over Eddie’s legs and ass. Eddie’s other knee hit the stage with a loud thump, causing the audience to jump. They were that enthralled with what was going on on stage.

Eddie slithered down Steve’s body and they both moaned together.

Steve was no longer sure where his body ended and Eddie’s started. It was like they were one.

Eddie stood up and as he straightened, he flipped Steve so he was on his stomach. He knelt back over Steve’s prone body and lifted his head by his hair. Steve knew to rise with it so it didn’t actually hurt, but fuck it was sexy as hell.

And the crowd thought so too.

Steve rose on his arms, stretching his back, like a mermaid pose, head back. Then he went straight down again slapping the stage to make it sound harder than it was.

He rolled over and looked up at Eddie. Eddie beckoned him to him and Steve followed, hypnotized. Entranced.

They danced together, their bodies moving as one.

Then with the dying beats of the song, Eddie dipped Steve, kissing him firmly on the mouth.

The audience went...well wild was too tame a word. Feral. They went absolutely feral.

Someone handed them garters for them put on and get money stuffed into. Once all the money that was stuffed the garters and thrown on the stage was gathered up, Steve and Eddie stumbled into Eddie’s office/dressing room.

Mouths and hands everywhere as they tried to touch as much as possible. As they were already naked or mostly there all it took was a quick tumble onto the sofa and they were really going at it.

“Baby,” Eddie huffed. “I was so hard, I almost came twice.”

Steve moaned underneath him. “Only twice? God if I didn’t have an ex-boyfriend who liked edging me I would’ve come several times.”

Eddie propped himself up on his elbows to look Steve in the eye. “We going to unpack that later when we are both sane again, but for right now I need to see you come!”

“Deal!” Steve cried as Eddie ground down.

The sex was short and explosive, as they had been turned on pretty much from the get go.

Eddie collapsed against Steve’s cum covered chest causing him to let out a pained huff.

“Where the fuck did you learn to dance like that?” Eddie complained. “Have you been holding back on me?”

Steve chuckled. “I had Chrissy help choreograph that in exchange for getting her a date with Robin.”

“That sneaky little minx,” he said with a fond shake of his head. “She is in so much trouble for that.”

“Hey,” Steve protested. “It worked didn’t it?”

There was silence for a beat.

“It did work, right?” he asked shyly.

Eddie raised his head to look him in the eye. “I guess that depends on your end game, if I’m honest.”

“I’m in love with you, Eddie,” Steve said his voice shaking just a little with the raw emotion of it all. “I want to take you dates, I want to wake up next to you, I want to know how you take your eggs so I can make you breakfast in bed. I want it all, with you.”

Eddie sat up and pulled Steve with him. “I want that too. I’m love with you, too. I’ve always been attracted to you. You’ve been nothing but kind to Chrissy, you defended my club against Nancy and Jason, you made it possible for me to really turn this club into something really special. It was good before you came, but you made it great. Of course I want to be your boyfriend, Stevie. I’d be upset if you didn’t want that, too.”

Steve surged forward and kissed him firmly on the lips. “Okay.”

Steve really didn’t feel like walking through the throng of people waiting to get paid, so Eddie loaned him some clothes.

When Eddie opened the door everyone cheered.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie huffed. “Just remember I’m still your boss. Speaking of which, let’s get you people paid.”

Jeff and Chrissy came forward the locked box and the tip jar. Eddie counted the money, but instead of Steve on the other side of the desk like he used to do, Steve sat on the corner of the desk watching Eddie work.

After everyone had gotten paid they all shuffled out except Robin, Chrissy, and Jeff.

“Nice to see you two finally worked it out,” Jeff said with a huff of laughter. “I was about to embarrass the hell out of Eddie if something didn’t change by tonight.”

Eddie shuddered. “Glitter and stickers. So many stickers.”

Jeff grinned broadly.

Robin handed Steve a bag. “This has all your stuff in it, like your clothes, wallet, cell phone, and keys. I don’t want to see you home until sometime tomorrow.” She cocked her head to the side. “Mainly because I’m making out with my girlfriend tonight and really don’t want you there.”

She winked at him and then grabbed Chrissy’s wrist and hauled her out of there. Chrissy squawked and wave goodbye, yelling her congratulations over her shoulder as she was dragged along.

“And that’s me out of here, too,” Jeff said jutting his thumb at the retreating pair. “I’ll catch you guys tomorrow.”

Once everyone was gone, Steve smiled down at Eddie.

“Tomorrow,” he said wistfully. “I like the sound of that.”

“I like the sound of an infinity of tomorrows,” Eddie replied.

“Me too.”

They kissed again and walked out to their cars. Steve followed Eddie to his apartment, and just like in the rest of Eddie’s life, just never really left.

Soon he was spending most of his time over there, sometimes for sex, but mostly just being himself.

One Tuesday night when they were curled up on the sofa, Eddie asked him to move in for real.

“I’d really like that,” he murmured against Eddie’s lips.

Steve thought back to that fateful day when Robin came home from getting the job at the club, telling him that a dancer position just opened up and they were desperate. He hadn’t really stripped in a long time, the stripper-cize classes excluded. Those really weren’t the same thing as actually stripping.

But money was running out and he was out of options. So he auditioned using that silly song, hoping to stand out just enough to get the job.

And it instead changed his life.

“I love you, my little devil,” Steve purred.

Eddie’s returning smile was blinding. “And I love you too, angel.”

They kissed happily in their ever after.

~

Tag List: STORY COMPLETE!

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[meanbossart]

what are your height HCs for the companions? (sorry if youve answered this before)

Hang on let us look at these goobers

Uhhhh okay so we know Astarion is roughly 5' 11 according to gith tav so he will be our stack of apples. Now, they aren't perfectly lined up because the game won't let me be quite that annoying, so just trust me that I'm taking angles and cutscenes where you see the characters interacting into consideration.

It seems to me that DU drow (large drow body) would be between 6'3" to 6'6' (in my "canon" he's 6'5"). Gale is shorter than Astarion and like a HAIR taller than Shadowheart, so I'm guessing like 5'8"? And Shadowheart barely hits DU drow's collarbones, so maybe around 5'4", or 5'6" at the very most.

Wyll seems to also be roughly 5'11", and Karlach is maaaybe 6'2"? 6'3"? Jaheira refuses to stand any closer to me (rude but understandable) but I would guess she's around 5'5"-5'6".

I don't have Halsin with me because his quest is very annoying, sorry LOL but from what I recall he's either as tall as DU drow or a tiny bit taller.

[cerastes]

So Logos actually is just as busted as Wisadel right? I see so many comments from so many people being like "oh I'm not gonna build my Wisadel because she makes the game too easy, but I'm very excited to use Logos!" and it makes me feel like I'm missing something but also it might just be people being dumb on the internet

No, he's not. Logos is an incredibly good unit but Wisadel is absolutely out of this world goofy goober busted. Hell, it highlights just how insane Wisadel is when a unit as stacked as Logos is not the highlight of that banner, whereas in literally every other banner he would be.

Just for starters, the fact that her S3 allows her to do THAT much damage, target air units (her archetype's supposed weakness), make a splash so immensely big with the S3 shots that she can just clear screens when positioned properly, has an extremely good attack range, and it generates two extra adds that have more bulk than a fully leveled Blemishine off-skill of which she can have 3 out in the field at a time,

gains Camo while next to one, they draw fire from her in 99% of scenarios due to targeting order as they are deployed after her, they Slow and apply a stack of her Talent utility for even more damage and Stun, and this is not an exhaustive list. I'd say you are missing something, yeah.

[thebuttercupsfanatic]

FIRST I WAS SURPRISED BY THE SCARIAN ON THE OTHER LIST. NOW I'M BEING INFORMED MUMSCARIAN GOT ON THE TOP POLY LIST!???? I'm so proud of us goobers, it's right on the 64, a perfect stack.

[socra-time]

Socra’s Naruto Liveblog, Ep. 152-157

(aka the Kurosuki Removal Mission)

Ep 152:

-anddd we’re already starting with someone getting buried alive. Yikes.

-goddamn Naruto is really just carrying three whole adults on his back

-LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY SPECIAL SON AW HE WORKS SO HARD

-Anko stealing Tsunade’s food was kinda iconic

-I love that Tsunade calls Gai’s team “your kids” lol

-and then Gai really said “I love those kids more than anything in the world”, MY HEART 😭

-Naruto is so much shorter than all of Team Gai lmao (altho in my head Tenten is very short)

-I stan Lee so hard. He could literally say anything and I’ll just smile and be like “that’s my boy”

-Neji has really chilled out so much from before the Chunin Exams, he actually was kinda smiling at some of Naruto’s antics

-Gai and Lee running in their sleep is so unserious

-oh my god as someone with really bad spice tolerance, I felt for everyone so much when they tried the curry

-omg the curry was so spicy it made Neji activate his Byakugan, that’s actually fucking hilarious

Ep 153:

-the graveyard of people who were buried alive is one of the darkest things I’ve seen in the show so far I think

-between this mission and the beetle mission, it’s so interesting to see Naruto interact with other teams and clash with their established dynamics and way of doing things

-who the FUCK is this Raiga dude talking to on his back. It’s so creepy

-I don’t like the way Karashi talks

-I love Lee’s little notebook

Ep 154:

-I’m very curious about the abilities of whoever the Ranmaru person on Raiga’s back is. Whoever they are, they seem to be super powerful

-ohhhh fuck the kids are in trouble

-Lee fighting in his sleep will never not be funny

-ah so Ranmaru is very much another Haku situation then. The show even acknowledges it

Ep 155:

-again, the way Karashi talks annoys me. His hair slays tho

-the black tornado jutsu with the Kurosuki goons all stacked on top of each other was deeply unserious

-yay I like that we’re actually getting to see Tenten fight!

-god Lee has such a big heart

-Grandma Sancho is kinda an icon. I love little old lady characters

-I know there’s still two episodes of this arc so I’m just waiting for shit to go wrong now

-this is extremely off-topic but Ranmaru’s hair is literally the same as Bugsy’s from Pokemon Gold and Silver

-welp. Shit went wrong.

Ep 156:

-oh god Tenten is going to get her ass kicked isn’t she

-wait okay she actually put up a decent fight

-also Tenten stabbing her wooden staff into Raiga’s foot made me giggle

-ugh Karashi is such a whiney lil bitch. He needs to take a page out of Kimimaro’s book and grow a spine (see what I did there lmao)

-welp rip Neji and Naruto. It’s fuckin LEE time now

-AW SHIT THE WEIGHTS ARE COMING OFF

-Tenten is both nice to Ranmaru and also kind of done with him

Ep 157:

-the animation of Lee tumbling down the rocks was fucking hilarious

-oh Grandma Sancho the icon that you are-

-oh my god Lee is such a fucking GOOBER

-Ranmaru is seriously OP as fuck

-also Ranmaru trying to guide Raiga and himself off a cliff is some dark shit

-YESSSSS DRUNK LEE COMEBACK

-the animators must have so much fun animating drunk Lee

-I feel like Neji passing out each time he’s fed the alcoholic curry of life is confirming that he’s both a) a MEGA lightweight and b) a sleepy drunk

-Raiga has kinda overstayed his welcome, I needed him gone like an episode ago

-okay I will say that him going out in a literal blaze of glory via lightning was kinda epic tho

-aw Ranmaru is staying at the curry shop! That’s really nice actually:)

-Lee is such a cutie patootie

[autisticlancemcclain]

“C’mere, squirt.”

The great pine forests of East Texas have been, for the most part, miraculously spared of Empire destruction. The American Southwest was largely destroyed, along with countless other hugely important geographic landmarks on Earth, but East Texas — and all the memory it holds — seems to have fared just fine.

They will rebuild, anyways.

His son straightens immediately at Keith’s gentle beckoning and toddles over, climbing on top of his bent knee. He smiles softly, placing a balancing hand on his back — his palm spans the entirety of the kid’s back, holy shit, he’s so tiny, how was Keith ever placed in charge of something so tiny — and uses the other to point at a brown smudge high up in a Loblolly. Cory squints. Out of the corner of his eye, Keith sees Lance press his hands to his face and muffle a scream. Goober.

“That’s a red-tailed hawk,” he murmurs. “That’s the bird you hear in movies.”

Cory hums in understanding, although he probably doesn’t. They don’t watch a lot of movies. Keith once read about how detrimental screens are for developing children in one of Shiro’s many parenting books, so they don’t watch a lot of T.V. (Back when Cory wasn’t even with them yet, and Keith was panicking nightly. Lance had to fish all their devices from the garbage. It was a time.)

“Caw,” says Cory sagely. Keith snorts.

“Yes, buddy. Caw. If you sit real still, the bird might even move.” He hears the echo of his father’s voice, decades old, in the back of his mind; a memory, frayed at the edges, of Keith in this very forest, held in the same way he’s holding his own son, listening his Pa quietly name all the birds and rocks and trees. Hanging on his every word, even though he didn’t get it all. The smell of the pine trees, the rumble of Pa’s low voice. He swallows the lump in his throat, brushing a kiss into Cory’s hair. “That’d be cool, huh?”

Cory babbles something Keith can’t understand. A sticky hand comes up to pat Keith on the cheek, making him smile despite the sting of his eyes. “Daddy, caw. Birdie! Caw.”

Keith turns his head to press a kiss to Cory’s palm. He giggles. Keith wiggles his eyebrows, blowing a raspberry, just to make him laugh harder. The pain in his chest begins to loosen, ever so slightly.

He catches Lance’s gaze over Cory’s head, and takes the time to memorize his dark eyes all over again. Lance lets him. He always does, even though it makes him blush and fidget, lets Keith trace his thumb along his lash line and study the flecks of Earth brown and ash black in his eyes, of sun gold and deep amber; he likes Keith’s attention on him as much as he refuses to admit it.

That’s Lance, though. Tries with every inch of him to be cool and mysterious and suave and can’t manage to save his life. His twitchy enthusiasm sparks in everything he touches, no matter how hard he tries.

When he started digging through Keith’s collection of atlases and running around the house with stacks of blankets and sleeping bags and camping supplies, Keith had said, “Planning something, sweetheart?” and Lance had stuck out his tongue and responded, “Blah blah, nosy.” But Shiro had texted him to let him know that Lance had asked for Keith’s old photos, and one day Keith caught him with a bulletin board and dozens of pins of pictures of pine trees and booking receipts and dorky sticky notes until Lance screeched and kicked him out.

Lance is bad at secrets. And he is a dorky and kind weeper who loves to do anything but mind his own business and muddle things up.

And Keith knew that all when he married him, and loved him for it then, too.

“Hey, mijo,” Lance suggests, “how would you like to sit on daddy’s shoulders so you can see the birdies better?”

Cory gasps, looking rapidly between his parents. He bounces excitedly in Keith’s lap, attempting his own cawing noises, pointing up at the nest.

Keith smiles wider, quickly swiping under his eyes before straightening. He shifts his hold on Cory and winks at his husband, who rolls his eyes in fond understanding, and then his tilts the boy back until he’s giggling, leaning in close until their noses are brushing.

“Munchkin,” he says, playfully nipping the tip of his nose, “you know how you can get even closer to the birds?”

Cory gasps. “How, Daddy, how?”

Lance chuckles. When Keith glances over at him, his smile is so wide it forces his eyes near shut. Keith’s chest aches, it aches so good, and the little Keith that lives in his chest holding himself tightly and swallowing past the perpetual lump in his throat is soothed and comforted and held lovingly. Something cracks and heals in his heart.

“Like this!” Keith shouts through all the emotions bubbling up all over him, and tosses his son in the air, careful not to go too high out of his reach.

Cory shrieks with laughter, tiny fingers scrabbling for purchase on Keith’s jacket on his way down. Keith hardly lets him settle before he’s tossing him up again, higher this time, laughter louder and squealing. The bird has long since flown away, disturbed by the sound, and probably every other animal within a thirty foot radius. But Keith can’t bring himself to care. The bugs can’t move far, and no doubt Cory will want to dig around for worms with his Papa like always. (Keith knows for a fact that Lance has three spades in his backpack and several see-through containers.)

For now, he has time to toss his son in the air. He has time to lean into the hand his husband slides into his back pocket. He has time to smell the pine trees, to think of his father, to feel the bounce of packed Earth under his feet.

To the tiny him that lives buried in his chest, he whispers, we made it, ace.

———

keith and cory in the forest