#he was prob like

[sofilandstuff]

after determination I'm accepting that headcanon that adrien broke his wings in simpleman just so he will have an excuse to see marinette

[sunlit-mess]

???

[goldsnek]

Wasted Luci has no filter

[toughbunnyforever]

for the rest of our lives

[skitskatdacat63]

"Flowers Resplendent on the Sun-Scorched Sojourn" - Il Capitano

[kingzombear]

The VAs for Jax and Zooble are at my local con, so I whipped these up real quick and gave em these as offerings, they said they liked em! <3

[lunarlivs]

here is harry as fun kids i found on pinterest :)

[choccy-milky]

seb is lucky ominis cant see ref from triptrippy

[noecoded]

ur favorite employee :3

[irodimww]

this popped into my head as a ‘what if’ scenario (WHAT IF MORRO WAS THERE DURING SEASON 8 ???//?/?/)

also silly HC that whenever Lloyd is about to do something stupid Morro possesses him to not have him do it (they argue about it a lot but morro’s just trying to keep Lloyd safe and have him focus on his responsibilities as the Green Ninja)

[insufferablemod]

actually checking out pesterquest for the first time and

lmaooo nailed it B)

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 6

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5]

[mildarka]

Big fan of immortals finding joy in very mortal things... like mcdonalds

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[toughbunnyforever]

maybe try writing him a note next time idk

[driaswrld]

it's raining outside, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor.

the soft pit-patter of raindrops coupled with his dancing fingertips against the exposed skin of your waist is a song you haven't quite learnt the tune to yet — he lays on his side, hair tousled and damp, dark strands curling over his forehead, sleeves rolled up and tie forgotten somewhere in the doorway.

admittedly, you're in no better shape. your cheeks are cold, skin of your calves wet with rainwater from running across the busy streets with him, armful of whatever ingredients you two picked out for dinner, his suit jacket held above your head and the occasional chorus of laughter when either of you stomp a puddle and splash the other.

it's raining, and higuruma thinks he falls in love with you every single day, like it's born anew.

he falls in love with the girl he wakes up next to, mouth open and cheek smooshed into the pillows. he falls in love with the girl who doesn't know a thing about law, but argues better than him in the heat of the moment. he falls in love with the girl who kicked her boots through puddles of rain, ruining his pants — the girl who made him laugh about something so mundane.

it's raining, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor, oddly paired with his formal white shirt and a pair of pajamas, his dress pants draped over the washer — the dryer broke a few days ago, he forgot — he holds you close as he watches the water droplets race against the glass window.

he loves you.

“do you like the rain?” you ask him, head tucked into his neck, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, the question is lost on him for a moment.

“i like you.”

you don't respond yet, and higuruma opens one of his eyes, only to find you staring at him. “more than you like the rain?” he almost laughs at that, almost, and he pulls you impossibly closer.

“a lot more than i like the rain, i’m sure.”

it's raining outside, and higuruma never really liked when it rained, not at all.

he proposed to you in spring. married you in summer.

but now he hopes it rains tomorrow, he hopes you still want him then, and he hopes you'll splash him with another puddle.