#i’m back baybe

[incorrectanimaniacsquotes]

Dot: hey Yakko, can I borrow $5000?

Yakko: for what?

Dot: an escape room

Yakko: what kind of escape room costs $5000?

Dot:

Dot: jail

[mad-c1oud]

hold on hold on i am having so many thoughts about starcicle hunger games au

[kikithegirl]

How does it feel to still be active on tumblr to witness the 10-year anniversary of your dashcon announcement?

I feel nothing other than old

[xgothiec]

that’s not sleep in my eye, that’s tbp era gerard way with a cane!

[bailey-dreamfoot]

Ok ok ok I don't know if you are still into octonauts but I was wondering if you could draw captain barnicals, kwazii, and peso as this

Imma pretty sure that you can figure out who's who based off their heights,

But if you don't want to draw them then that's fine

(p.s. the guns are actually bubble guns)

So i dint realize you said bubble guns till after i drew the whole thing, but i really really want to make an Octonauts mafia au because mafia aus are cool as hell so interpret this as that.

But either way here they are!

Just Lineart for now bc I’m tired. Might go back and recolor it later, but im going to my first endocrinologist appointment in like 5 hours so i need to get some sleeps. [YOUR BOY IS FINALLY STARTING T BAYBE LETS GO]

also add that to my list of project ideas; Octonauts Mafia AU designs.

Anyway ty very much for the ask and i hope you enjoy :3

[liyawritesss]

ɪɴꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀᴄ! ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ + ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴀᴛ

Characters: Insomniac!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: What would Miles’ life be like if he had his own Black Cat? With Felicia Hardy gone, someones gotta be the elusive, sweet-worded kitty cat to the all too pent up Spider-hero.

Warnings: A little bit of flirting mentions, but that’s about it!

A/N: Wow, I had this idea for the longest time, and somebody actually read my mind! I def wanna make this into a bigger thing, but for right now I’m just easing myself back into writing since I had a real bad writer’s block. Maybe with some time, I’ll be able to develop this into something more!

Edit: for some reason I had trouble posting this with the ask attached that requested this originally. And it was anonymous so I can't at the requester, but if you're still around, I hope this satisfies you!

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First and foremost I think that Miles would want to think you’re cool as hell, but given what he knows about Felicia Hardy and subsequently Peter and her’s relationship, homeboy is trying NOT to have history repeat itself with you. Because no matter how cool your outfit is or the fact that you pack a mean punch, you’re bad news and he needs to keep you at arms length. But when he gets to know you, that obviously becomes harder and harder the more the two of you cross paths.

I like to think that you guys meet in school first. You’re a new student this semester, placed right in Miles’ homeroom. You weren’t hard to notice with your striking white hair, always had earbuds in your ears, and could be caught humming tunes throughout the day. You become friends due to your shared love for music and art, and when you start using the same excuses he’d use for his friends and family about why you couldn’t hang out as often anymore, he’s too blindsided by your friendship (and the teeny tiny crush he’s developed) to question it

Though when the two of you meet mask to mask, however, it’s a different story. You play this elusive and secretive role so good as much as he considers you a rival, Miles also finds himself admiring the way that you’re so graceful with your getaways, and the fact that you are always teasing him doesn’t help either.

You laid it on thick, but after a while of swinging around the city trying to catch you, he’d gotten used to your flirting and the jabs you’d take at him, even throwing back a few of his own. He’s a smooth kid, learned the game from his uncle of course, and just as hot as you’d get him under the mask, you found yourself trying to keep down the heat rising to your ears whenever he came back with something clever and sweet. It was a sweet cat and mouse game the two of you played - even though technically one of you wasn’t a mouse.

The jig is up, however, when a bigger threat the city is posed and you’re caught in the middle of it and are badly injured when trying to fight it off. Miles is quick to rescue you, but the pride he feels from saving the elusive Black Cat is short-lived when he realizes that the face of the vigilante behind the half torn mask is none other than someone he considers one of  his best friends.

It gets awkward after that, and you’re quick to catch on as to why, because you, having deduced who the black and red-clad secondary Spiderman of New York truly was, knew how this would go if a conversation wasn’t had. And you tell him straight up that this life isn’t a game to you; you’ve been brought up in it and know the dangers and the risks, so he can’t talk you out of it. And if it was a deal breaker to your friendship, then, even though it would hurt like hell, you would have no problem in cutting Miles off.

And just like that, what Miles feared had come true - it was the same story with Peter and Felicia all over again - and yet, he still made an effort to try and see things from your perspective, to make it to where history didn’t HAVE to repeat itself, knowing that any feelings he’d have for you were no good in his line of work.

You know it too, though. Whatever budding feelings that were happening between the two of you couldn’t come to fruition, because Miles was a superhero for the people, and you were just a street cat looking out for yourself. There was a stark difference in the way each of you looked over your shoulders for constant threats to your existences, yours debatably being worse than Miles’ and you couldn’t drag him down with you.

But there still was this string that kept the two of you together. Perhaps it was the fact that you still had classes together in school. Perhaps it was the fact that you lived right next to each other and it was impossible to avoid one another throughout the day. Or perhaps it was the fact that, despite being two completely different people in two completely different lives, with and without the mask, you both still wanted to make it work; whatever would be between the two of you.

Even though you butt heads like water to a flame, Miles protected you with all his might, and you helped him in the hardest of cases with any intel you could gather. No, you couldn’t be together, but you’d still look out for each other; there was no avoiding that. You were his Black Cat, after all. And he was your Little Spider

[tiredassmage]

15. a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

One could be reasonable and do a ship introduction post before going all in, OR. I could just. go right off the deep end and write one of The Big Confession Moments. #oops. We love KOTXX reunions in this house, baybe!!!!

ahhem. Debuting Alucren x Taizi shenanigans w/@hyrohkaah you historic enabler, you xP

[Fictional Kiss Prompts] // [Read on AO3]

Alucren traces a hand lightly along the woodgrain of the desk. The office is still somewhat bare - a product, he supposes, of the relative youth of this little team they’ve all put together. The order of the whole place is likely equal parts attributable to its relatively new existence and its occupant’s sense of duty and decorum.

His office on Ziost had been similarly prim - pens only out of place when Nine was actively plotting an operation, gunmetal walls bathed in the blue of the holoprojectors until the wee hours of the morning.

Little wonder then that he had still been chasing ghosts all these years later.

Alucren nearly startles when the door slides open quietly behind him. His hand stills on the desk, drinking in the sight of his visitor. The same silken locks of dark hair framing molten eyes that reflect the light of a sunset on the Yavin moon - a gaze as steady as the Kaas City walls.

If the very man hadn’t already appeared to him previously on Dromund Kaas to give him that proof he’d once so stubbornly demanded of Nine, he could all but reason he was starting to see physical ghosts, or at the very least finally be losing his mind.

The corners of his mouth start to rise. “The rumors do you no justice.., my lord.”

The golden light of Taizi’s eyes shifts - a new spark catching flame. “You came.”

Alucren shrugs a shoulder. He tucks both hands into the pockets of his trousers as he leans back against the desk. “You know how Nine is.” He tries to say it lightly, but it’s hard to bite down the urge to swallow as Taizi steps closer, difficult to resist eagerly drowning in picking out the flecks of gold in his lord’s firelight eyes. “Smug bastard’s pleased with himself, I’m sure. Someone else is probably buying his drinks tonight, going like that.”

A flicker of amusement toys with Taizi’s lips as he hums lightly. “Jealousy still gets a rise out of you.” Some things don’t change.

The purr in such words had long been more than enough to send a shiver down Alucren’s spine. Still, he briefly allows himself a scowl. Even straightening from the desk never buys him much in the way of credentials - a (now somewhat affectionately, after all this time) irritating quality in both his lord and his fellow former Cipher, that. “Is it still to your liking, my lord?”

The shift is subtle again, but definitely there. “Quite,” Taizi allows.

Alucren smiles, head dipping briefly in his pleasure.

“Perhaps I owe Nine a raise.”

Alucren nearly snorts. “Careful,” he says, “Don’t overexcite the hounds.”

Taizi quirks a single brow. “Well, Ellery?” Their eyes meet. “I’m waiting.”

Alucren’s eyes flicker over his features for a second longer - he hadn’t taken that chance the last time, the only time Taizi had ever used orders. Such was a way to almost guarantee the agent's compliance.

Both hands reach needily to pull Taizi down to him. A thumb barely races over the Korriban red dripping down his chin before their lips meet - like a jolt of thunder in his heart. Taizi all but melts into his touch. A hand tracing back along his jaw, fingers twisting into dark hair behind his ear to hold him down. His free hand drops to Taizi’s waist, encircles, pulls him closer, chases off any of that remaining space - the last few locks Alucren had dared to keep on his heart.

It’s hard to stop. Taizi’s fingers against the shell of his ear. An arm around him in return.

An unsteady gasp when they part, just enough to remember to breathe. Alucren pushes some of Taizi’s hair carefully back behind his ear. “Took me long enough, hm?”

There’s silence for a moment before Taizi puffs out a breath - something vaguely steering towards a chuckle. “Yes.”

Alucren clears his throat quietly and starts to withdraw, teeth working at the inside of his lower lip. Taizi’s hands linger over his lower arms. His eyes drop to watch the way they trace lightly against skin.

Rebellion at the edges of known space wasn’t exactly the suit and tie kind of affair, after all. Normally, he’d almost feel under-dressed in the rolled up sleeves and simple trousers.

Some things didn’t change. He wasn't sure he could bear it if that much had changed.

“I’m… sorry, my lord.”

A romantic might have spent the entire trip from Dromund Kaas trying to figure out what they might say in this moment, when they weren’t busy trying to sleep or find a half-decent meal. His sisters had been obsessed with enough stories of love in noble, utterly falling forms.

But he'd had no such luck imitating stories.

“For kissing me?”

Alucren shakes his head without looking up. He can barely stand to watch the comforting way Taizi’s fingers circle over him, let alone look the man in the eyes and try to grapple with the truth he couldn’t outrun.

He didn’t want to. It wasn’t that. Taizi was alive; he should be overjoyed! Instead, his fingers tighten uneasily back around Taizi’s arms.

“My lord…” He swallows thickly. Taizi stills. “I… I fear I took far too long.”

“Alucren-” It’s barely more than a whisper and half-dripping of a plea. By name. In reminder that neither of them are particularly gifted in this art. Masquerades made better ghosts of them than people.

“Please.” Alucren closes his eyes tightly. Were it anyone else, it would taste of vile begging. It would taste of defeat. And he’d never been good at that. “The least you deserve is an apology.” In Taizi’s silence, he drew in another shaky breath. “My… pride was never particularly suited to serving you. I… am afraid I have failed you. Taizi.”

Taizi's brow twists in… a way Alucren cannot certainly read. At least not now, lest he set hopes beyond achievable reality. A touch of a frown flickers across Taizi's lips. In his agent's silence seems to sit a desire for some sort of permission to continue. "You speak harshly," he says quietly.

Again, Alucren shakes his head. "Respectfully? Not nearly often enough.” His jaw shifts slightly. “I… almost wouldn’t have been here, if Nine hadn’t been such a right stubborn bastard about it all.”

Taizi squeezes his arms gently. He’s good - maybe even better than Alucren is at times in hiding all of this, hiding the way it must have hurt. Alucren puffs out a breath bordering on a humorless scoff. “It still almost doesn’t feel real,” he says. “I… We all waited for the reports, after… And…”

He swallows thickly, yet again finding himself unable to look Taizi in the eye. “When they finally declared you dead, I… Some of the others, they… kept looking. But I… I lost contact with most of them, when I returned to Dromund Kaas. I…”

He was a coward, maybe. And he always followed his orders. Except Taizi had told him to live and-

His eyes still sting even though he closes them tightly. He may not have a plan for all of what he was trying to say, but he did believe the least he could possibly owe was a full apology. Taizi deserved better than excuses and certainly a lot better than the playful charade that nothing had changed. Almost everything has.

“I didn’t… I could not bear to suffer that again. That I lost you was… immutable. And I was afraid, Taizi. I was so afraid of reopening that wound that I… I pushed the very possibility that maybe they were wrong, maybe they had… I don't know. But I wasn't ready, wasn't willing to listen, if...”

Another breath shudders through him. Taizi’s fingers are digging now in his arms, gripping so tight faint streaks of red are trailing around his fingertips. Alucren reluctantly pulls one hand free to swipe underneath his eyes.

He wasn’t asking for pity. This was his shame, his mistake, and by… whatever the hell kept them all together at this point, he would bear it. He owes that much. His sisters had needed him - that was all he had said when he took his leave of Quinn and Vette. He could not stay; he still had… duty.

So he’d said, at least.

“I… wasn’t there for you because I was afraid. I… think I always was.” He drags in a deeper breath, forces himself to hold it more steady and finally look his lord in the eyes once more. “I still am, Taizi. I don’t… So much has changed and I… I know not where it will take us. But I know you.” And Taizi knew him better than most. “If… you can forgive a stubborn fool his failures, I… I want to stay. I want to… I will earn my place, I swear it. And I’d like…” He shakes his head. “Maybe I’ll even be worth what you see in me.”

“Alucren.” Taizi carefully tilts his chin up with one hand, leaves him nowhere to look but those unwavering, burning eyes and the beginning of a twist in his brow. “I forgive you.”

There is nothing to forgive, despite the way it hurt, but that is not the agent’s request.

Alucren’s breath hitches out through his nose. If he counts all of those golden flecks, maybe this is real, at last.

“I forgive you and I love you. I want you to stay.”

Taizi kisses him softly, traces fingers down his throat when he sighs into the hold that pulls him closer. Taizi’s fingers cradling the back of his head gently is not unlike their first - it had been slow and uncertain, had tasted of a question and invitation to see more.

It drapes silk over the words he hadn’t realized just how badly he’d been craving: I forgive you.

Five years of grieving, of spiraling doubts and uncertainties begin to wash away under the caress of Taizi’s lips. I forgive you.

And, more importantly? An opportunity to right one last wrong.

This is real. A faint smile begins to find his lips as a hand settles comfortably against Taizi’s neck. Careful sunsets watch him for the easing in his shoulders, for any sign it may not have been said enough.

“I love you, too, Taizi.”

Taizi’s eyes widen subtly - deep emerald on the blaze of a sunset’s last gasp on the horizon.

And then his fingers twist into the collar of Alucren’s shirt - pulling closer and eagerly pushing back when Alucren braids one hand into a fistful of Taizi’s long hair and scrabbles blindly for bracing on the desk behind them, steadying against the threat of tripping over their own heels.

A return of a confession well overdue by at least five years, but now a promise Alucren intended full well to keep. No hesitation this time.

[accidentalkilljoys]

Pill-taking poll followup

#is this outrage bait #are we having a 'it never occurred to me someone would take 12 pills in one gulp because I can't do that' moment #or a 'I'm perfectly aware people take 10+ pills at once I just want attention and I don't care how I get it' moment

It’s not outrage bait, I swear! It honestly did not occur to me that, faced with a handful of small things of various sizes, shapes, and colors, tumblr users would NOT immediately sort them. (I personally take five in the morning, which I put in a little pile next to my cereal bowl, and then sneak them into my mouth between bites, largest first, like I’m tricking a dog.) 

I was not expecting over 50,000 responses to this poll. I have fewer than 100 followers, and that’s including the pornbots. But the notes are fascinating to read! 

“All at once,” or as one person called it, “the cursed jello shot,” was by far the most popular response, despite my forgetting to put it as a poll option. [The following quotes are all by different people.] 

Didn't realize there were other methods besides chaos #SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS #i slam them all back at once to take advantage of my powerful throat #i take pills with the same energy ppl in movies put their broken bone back in place #I will just shove them all in my mouth at the same time and hope I don’t die #<- YOU GOTTA SHOT GUN THEM BACK LIKE A CHEEP BEER #those mfs get gulped as a team #Genuinely I just chuck them all at once down my throat hole #i take my pills like a fucking whale shark ok!? #i gobble them up all at once like im a starving horse eating delicious gruel from the palm of a cowboy's (my own) hand. #all at once and I look like an owl eating a rat I unhinge my jaw, stuff them all in my mouth at once, then slam a big glass of water #all at once bby #all in one go baby #ALL AT ONCE BAYBE #ALL AT ONCE BABEY #Three at once baybee i am unstoppable #all at once babeeee

(There were also some people who were very judgy about people who can’t do the cursed jello shot, whose thoughts I am choosing not to reproduce here.) 

I am amazed at how many pills you all are taking at once. 

YES I usual to take 7 pills at once just to save time like a fucking animal #all at once #even if I have like 8 and they're huge #i take 9 pills at once about twice a day I take about 10 pills. I take them all at once. #i take 11 in the morning all at once including two large ones #i take 12 pills every morning and 7 at night and my family hates it but i just knock em back #i take them all at once #granted i take like 13 pills at once every night sometimes more #i take 15 pills every morning and i just swallow them all at once #i learned to take all 17 at once #i can swallow upwards of twenty pills at a time #i can easily swallow like 20-30 pills at a time

There were also a couple of notes from people who USED TO do the cursed jello shot but don’t anymore because they choked or, in one case, misfired and spent the day with a Claritin in their cleavage. 

Other things that didn’t occur to me: pills that dissolve under your tongue; people who use feeding tubes; the options of “in order from least tasty to most tasty;” random order; texture order; order in which they were prescribed; “whatever I grab first;” “all at once except the fish oil which is unreasonably large;’ order of how easy it is to swallow; in order of buoyancy because some pills float; by shape; “I only take one pill at once;” “top to bottom of my body so head pills first birth control last.” 

#i dont take any pills reglarly but secret 5th option had me think of someone fucking plinko-ing their pills

In conclusion: I’m glad we’re all doing what we need to do to survive and thrive. I’ll be over here with my cereal bowl. Thank you for participating in the poll. 

[hockeynoses]

Calling In

Another Ste/ddie snz fic! 😅

Summary: Steve is sick and hopes that he won’t have to call off of work tomorrow. Eddie thinks he’s delusional. 1k.

Warnings: Some coughing. Not too much mess (nothing like what I sometimes write, anyway).

Notes: I wrote a rough draft of this for myself a month or two ago. I came across it today and decided to clean it up and post it. At this point, I’m a one-trick pony, but the “heart” wants what it wants. 💖

~*~

Steve had been forced to stay home today, having been taken down by a terrible head cold. Eddie came home from work to find him bundled up on the couch, looking like he’d just woken up from a nap. It pulled at something in his chest, seeing Steve so vulnerable like this.

After having dinner and catching each other up on their day (not that Steve has much to report), they’re snuggled back on the couch, watching TV.

“Baybe I’ll be well enough to go to work toborrow…” Steve muses hopefully.

Eddie shoots him an incredulous look. “You think you’re going to be better enough to work tomorrow?” His eyes flick to the pile of tissues currently surrounding Steve. The man can barely make it through a sentence without sniffling, sneezing, or coughing. He’s constantly holding a bundle of tissues up to his face because his nose is totally out of control and lord knows what might come out.

“Idt could happedn!” Steve says indignantly, into the aforementioned wad of kleenex. He gives a productive blow while glaring at Eddie, eyes tired and red-rimmed.

“Okay, we’ll see how you feel tomorrow morning,” Eddie relents. It isn’t worth it, and he doesn’t want to start an argument that would stress Steve out when he should be taking it easy. Steve nods like the matter is settled. Then he tilts his head back, eyes closing, inhaling a shaky breath before – “haaah…hah’ESSSHH’oo!” With the soaked mass of tissues still pressed to his face, he sheepishly looks at Eddie and asks, “Cand you bmake be some tea?”

Eddie chuckles, giving him a soft look. “Sure, sweetheart.” He pushes back the hair that had fallen into Steve’s face before heading into the kitchen.

[…]

The next morning, Steve wakes up feeling just as bad as yesterday – if not worse.  Blearily, he comes to, his nose somehow both crusted over and still running. It’s even on his pillow and he feels disgusting. He draws in a breath, throat dry from a night of mouth-breathing and no water, and immediately breaks into a crackling, chesty cough that makes him curl into himself. He tries his best to cover with his hand, which is now a mess, having just used it to wipe his nose.

As he’s catching his breath, the fit mostly over with, Eddie steps into the room, still in his pajamas and holding two cups of coffee.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Concern shines in his big eyes. “You sound awful.” He sits on the edge of the bed next to Steve, setting both mugs on the nightstand and grabbing several tissues from the box there, handing them over. “Here.”

Steve takes them gratefully and presses them to his poor nose. “Tha-ahhh- hih’KISSSHHH’uu! Ugh. Thaggs.” He blows his nose, which tickles his throat and causes him to cough up more gunk from his lungs. When it’s over, he turns to lay on his back again, groaning. “Oh god…”

Eddie pats his hip through the covers. “Still feel like going to work today?” he asks, trying and failing to keep a hint of smugness from his voice.

Steve groans again, this time in frustration, as he rolls over and buries his face into the pillow, hiding from Eddie. “You’re so bmean.” His words are muffled into the plush fabric.

Eddie laughs. “Hey, I’m not mean!  I brought you coffee.”

Steve peeks an eye open, reminded of the mug on the nightstand next to him. He can barely smell, but what he can, smells good.

“And I have the day off, so I can stay with you all day.” Eddie gives him a little poke through the thick comforter.

“Are you gonna be nice?”

“Baby, I’ll be so nice it’ll blow your socks off. I’ll get you anything you want.” Eddie pauses, carding a hand through Steve’s messy hair. “Should I get the phone so you can call in?”

“Ha-knxxgt! SNF. Yeah.” Steve pouts a little in defeat. Eddie’s vindication over being right is dulled a bit by how pathetic Steve looks.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Sit tight.”

Steve sits up and tries to clear the grittiness from his voice so he’ll sound somewhat human. It only makes him cough more. Grabbing his coffee off the nightstand, he takes a few sips, the warm liquid helping to soothe his throat.

Eddie comes back and hands him the cordless phone, picking up his own mug and settling into the other side of the bed. Steve dials the number.

“SNF. Hey, Robidn.” His voice is a rough croak. “I thigk I’b godda have to stay hombe agaidn. I’b still-hah…. still- ihhh-hih’ERSSSH’IUE! Ugh. Really sick.” He moans and rubs his nose. Eddie presses a tissue into his hand, which he gratefully accepts. “Yeah. I’b – hih….heh’AESSSHOO!  I’b sorry.” He buries his face into the tissue and gives a couple of soft blows. Robin’s voice filters through the line, tinny.

“I dod’t wand to get adyone else sigk,” Steve responds. “And besides, Eddie would probably kill me if I tried to combe idn today.” He glances at Eddie with a tired smile. Eddie nods his head in silent agreement and sips his coffee.

“Okay. Hih’ISSHHH’ah! I will. Thaggs.” He ends the call and sets the phone down on the side table. “Well, that’s done.” He has just enough time to snap the ruined bundle of tissues back up to his face before – “ih’KISSH! Hah’TISSHSH!” He gives an exhausted blow before clearing his throat. “I thigk I bmight go back to sleeb.”

“Can you stay awake long enough for some breakfast? You should probably eat.”

“Just – hih’AEESSH’UE! Just wake be up agaidn whedn it’s ready.” He lays down again, curling onto his side.

“Alright, baby, I can do that.” Eddie rubs his back. “You have any requests?”

“Hmm… pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” Eddie says dramatically. “It’s a high ask, but your wish is my command.” He presses a kiss to Steve’s shoulder before getting up to make breakfast.

[sebsxphia]

You told me to come into your inbox so here I am BAYBE YEAHHHHHH

Bob putting collars on you, Bradley AND Jake. Let’s face it, him and Natasha call the shots for poly squad. He just lets Jake and Bradley take control of you.

Hehe - Teddy 🧸💖

@thesluttyarchivist teddy, this is SUCH a hot take. you honestly have the best takes and i’m SO here for it.

he lets bradley and jake take control of you sometimes because it’s fun to watch, but let us not forget the power house duo that is bob and natasha. they call the shots and when they want to see all three of you on your knees, matching collars around your necks, they will. they have little hooks on the end, so if they want to attach a leash, they can.

bradley and jake walk through to the bedroom, laughing at something that only they understand. they stop in their tracks with a grin when they see you on your knees and bob fastening your collar to your neck. bradley huffs out a chuckle and wraps his arms around jake to watch the scene unfold. “awh, what did bunny do now?”

natasha clicks her tongue and gets up from the edge of the bed and pushes jake and bradley into the middle of your shared bedroom. they were on show. no where to hide and no where to run. “i think you know. bunny let it slip that you let them come without permission yesterday. you really think that was going to slide? dumb boys. on your knees.” they both drop to their knees either side of you and await bob and natasha to fasten their collars. you flash them a shit eating grin, knowing full well this was going to get them in trouble too.

bob hooks his fingers into yours and bradley’s with natasha pulling on the blonde’s. “i’m telling you now, you’re not fucking coming without anyone’s permission, sweetheart.” bob’s tone is laced with mockery and bradley swallows thickly, with a shiver that hurtles down his spine.

i could talk about this all day and we will <3

thank you so, so much for this insane thot my beloved!! i love you to the moon and back!! 💌🫶🏼💖

[cloudninetonine]

Yo yo! Top Gun anon here and first I’m so happy people are seeing the v i s i o n. To add to it and a bit of what others said imma put it in a list because I have so many ideas but I don’t wanna overwhelm!

1) To play on the cozy player/stronk chain thing and the gravity of the initial rift/difference between the two parties: reader with softer hands/less scaring than the group. Why? Not just for the fluffiness of hand comparisons (and the “must protect”) but for the realization that they’re the farthest thing from what these fools got going on.

They lift up a sword, and I dunno how rough the handles are but these guys definitely have no problems with it. Yet for player it’s much rougher than anything they’re used to. Holding onto it for so long could be painful. Laying in their types of (most likely) makeshift sleeping bags? Coarse fabrics=uncomfortable. Mid rant funny thought about how the chain my see player as “fussy” or something along those lines but instead they’ve barely ever, if at all, came in contact with this much extended “roughing” of the “it”. Lowkey this makes me think of how cozy and nice things can be now in comparison to then.

2) Same-ish point but Stronk chain? Angry player being fireman carried by whichever link away from (danger/mischief/etc) and just hitting his back, not hard but enough where a normal person give up and set em down, but he isn’t even phased. Just calling over his shoulder like “Are we done?🤨 Got it out your system?”

3)Angst warning that plays on Player being more affected by the carnage and battle: That scene from monsters inc where Sully is forced to scare and thus terrifies Boo? That but Player accidentally stumbles into battle because of Dink let’s say. A Link (let’s say Hyrule bc peak angst) whips around and Player has a sword pointed inches from their eyes. A bloody face and stony/wild eyes meet wide and watery ones. Player tries to play it off, they know it was an accident/misunderstanding but…they can’t help but to be on edge for just a little while. And Hyrule/the Link you choose? Ooooh boy.

4) I will later address the Top Gun Au when I get this all out my system because bayBE these ideas are FLOWING?? What’s the discord link again??/hj

Bonus: I know I glossed over the softness of hand comparisons but I gotta be honest the idea of Player’s skin being softer, smoother, less blemished or whatever sparking up a bit of teasing within the group. Maybe it’s just the basics of lighthearted digs at the idea of them in a fight or something as simple as them not being accustomed to handling such heavy weaponry. Let’s say Wars gets up first and takes their hand to compare it to his own battle ridden one. It starts off with the old “taunt”, laughter from the rest (including an “angry” Player) then as the rest carry on he zones out, thinking about how their hand is so much smaller in comparison. So much more…delicate? No no, that couldn’t be the word. Though when put next to him of all people it wouldn’t be far fetched. I’d carry on with this bonus but I don’t wanna make a whole mini fic in your asks GCHBYCHB but I SHALL expound farther on these ideas and more if y’all want because I have been STARTED.

Okay, anon, I would love all of these ideas expanded on I love them a lot!

Player being more soft compared to the others just brings a whole storm of ideas, as are their materials. I think you may have or someone else did mention it in another ask where one of the boys steal Player's clothes because of how comfy they are and I think it's a perfect idea! Them relaxing in Player's hoodie, their eyes heavy because wow this is the most softest thing they've ever felt! Then in comparison there's Player struggling because why is this fucking tunic so itchy and horrible??? Man alive is there fire ants woven into their clothes?????

Also Player just being carried in frustration would be hilarious?? Player snarks Legend and Hyrule has to carry them away while they blow up flustered in frustration because this shouldn't be happening! Even if they're heroes and buffer!

Now Player being much softer to those topics. I can definitely see Hyrule maybe being a frantic fighter as he's dealt with close calls many of times! Imagine how heartbroken he would be, seeing Player's horrified expression, stumbling back away from his sword and looking at him with a hurt that makes him want to drop to his knees and beg for their forgiveness. He wouldn't want them to brush it off, not when he can tell that they're obviously still struggling but he knows pushing the subject wouldn't work in his favour either.

ALSO WAITING FOR THE TOP GUN AU but of course take your time

[godsspecialprincess]

I got tagged by @deusetco so I’m gonna do this get to know me thing. I’m supposed to tag 10 other people but I’m just gonna tag @boydykecreature and whoever else wants to do it

relationship status - single but ready to mingle and going back to college so I’m hoping for some action there lmao

favorite color - pink totally. pink girly forever and ever and ever

three favorite foods - mac and cheese, egg and cheese, and vegetarian tacos. im very picky so these are always a safe bet

song stuck in my head - i saw a Barbie drag queen video where they were dancing to the dua lipa song in the Barbie movie so that is

last song I listened to - tbh I haven’t been listening to a lot of music lately so not counting anything from pitch perfect (bc I watched that last night) it’s because dreaming costs money my dear by mitski bc I was watching all of her music videos and that was the one I ended on

last thing I googled - usps.com baybe bc I’m expecting a package

time - 10:34 and i like just woke up

dream trip - i have no clue, probably Amsterdam but im hoping to study abroad there next year so hopefully my dream will come true

anything i really want right now - i move back to school in 5 days but I want it to be NOW

[ask-owletta]

Heyo. I'm back baybe.

First question. Meet these two, Sanic and Weegee. (For the creator, just search up their respective wiki's and get the info you need from there, if your gonna give them a reaction with Owlleta.)

Sanic: Waddup beyotch?

Weegee: Hey Paisano!

Next question. What are your hobbies?

Another Question. How does it feel being in a endless white void with only us for company?

And finally, are your allergic to anything?

And that's it. I don't have much else today, my mind has drawn a little blank, anywho, bye.

(And actually, one more question for the creator, here's a neat book I found on Wattpad, it's called ASK OR DARE CARTOON AND ANIME ALL STARS. Give it a read! It's super neat. And one of the only stories that isn't a cringe shipping story. Heh.)

Bunmin: *pushes Owletta out while whispering* nothing can hurt you here, that’s a promise. That said, I have an answer for Sanic for you. *whispers inaudiblely*

Owletta: *nods almost laughing* Scuse me good sir, I am a birb, not a doge. *she then shyly waves at weegee* Hello. *gets strange bad vibes*

*shortly after they leave, Bunmin comes out from behind the wall she was watching from*

Owletta: *stares at the other questions* K so being in the void is surprisingly relaxing, Tesla keeps an eye out, and tries not to make things boring. Let’s just say for me it sure beats home…if I can even call it that.

Bunmin Tesla: *beams happily* I do what I can, if she ever needs anything, I’ll do what I can to accommodate.

Owletta: *chuckles* All in all things are fine. As for allergies, not really, I’m a carnivore so I know what not to eat, but like most fairies I know of or have heard of, we don’t really have allergies. For some you can count steel, but not my kind for some reason. On the other side, I don’t think it’s impossible, just not something I’ve ever come across. And we’re always here so don’t worry about drawing a blank, it happens to the best of us.

(As for your recommendations, shoot me the link! More than happy to give it a look!)

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Hehe I'm on a roll, time for "Surface Pressure"

+Let’s start by mentioning that the title got translated to “Armor – pressure” and I mean how cool is that?

+ ”And I act naturally” it’s just even more unnatural XD

* Hm I might be wrong since I don’t have the most musical ear, but I think Ms Szymańczyk’s voice is a little softer than Ms Darrow’s?

* Except for the “woah”s those are clearly and fantastically hoarse

* WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THOSE OKAYS AND WHY DO I PREFER THE POLISH ONE LIKE I HEAR IT BUT I CAN’T TELL WHAT IT IS

* Tutaj napomknę, że jak pierwszy raz oglądałam byłam pewna, że zrymują kaplice z bice i ciągle mnie to bawi XD

+ Kobita <3 Folk colloqialisms my beloved <3

+ She feel’s ”fear” not ”berserk” when she uses the tightrope metaphor which I think makes more sense? Because I mean, why would it make her feel berserk? Isn’t that like, anger, rage fury and all that?

+ I’m very glad they didn’t use the ”yo” this slang absolutely would bother me

- Though I’d say that “the beast of fear” for Cerberus is a little too fancy

- We completely don’t get the line “I'm pretty surе I'm worthless if I can't be of servicе” :((((

*This line does sound really good though, with a lot of internal rhymes

= We also don’t get the reference to “straw that breaks the camel’s” back, but that’s simply because we don’t really use this saying in Polish and it got really skillfully replaced

+ “kap kap kap” instead of “drip drip drip” which is the translation of this onomatopoeia, but also in the place where there was “stop” in English, there’s “w trop” in Polish *chef’s kiss*

+ “łapy”! A colloquial augmentative that works perfectly here and again “pop” turns into “stop”, talk about music to my ears

+ “And it won’t let go” got exchanged for “will I survive it?” which just hits harder

+ And here’s something I absolutely love, they kept the “tik tik tik” onomatopoeia but changed its meaning from a ticking bomb into breaking glass! Fantastic

+ Oh my beloved part, the original verses here get exchanged for a reference to the Polish saying “where devil can’t go he’ll send a woman” in “we’ll send her where the devil can’t” (I’d say this is to balance the lack of the English saying with the camel)

+ And the visual reference is kept with Luisa singing “[what will happen] when I break (off)” just as the cliff breaks of

+ She’s nervous she’s going to hurt them, baybe no 🥺

+ Hm I feel like the implication of this line is a little different in Polish than English? The whole part goes like this:

“And in my head

There are ice bergs

But I can’t change my course”

And I just feel like it makes it more tragic? Like she sees that she can sink any moment now but can’t do anything about it, instead of assuring herself she’s not going to break. Unless I understand the og line wrongly.

+ And here’s something I never understood? Why does she sing “light wind blows”??? When it’s clearly a hurricane, which is the word they use in the Polish dub.

= And… here I’m torn. Because in Polish Luisa sings clearly “Depression keep’s growing cause the pressure keeps falling on me” and I mean wow they openly mention a disorder that’s unheard of and good I suppose, but I just… wouldn’t say that depression specifically is Luisa’s problem? x) I don’t know, perhaps I’m just nitpicking

= On one hand “it doesn’t hurt” is a fantastic line, on the other “she has practice” [in handling the family burden] is one too

= Instead of “never breaks” there’s “still doesn’t break” interesting…

+ “Nie myśl se!” FOLK COLLOQUIALISM “SE” MY BELOVED

+ “Don’t think so much about if you’d stand this pressure” so she implies Mirabel is already thinking about it at least a little…

- Though we loose “Who am I if I don't have what it takes?” to “Who else could handle this here?” so less “this is the only thing I can do this is who I am” and more “I have to do this because no one else would”, still an existential crisis but a different one

+ “Without a word”

+ I am SO ASHAMED of myself that at first I didn’t realize they snuck in a pun into the second to last verse, literally meaning “for an A” (grade) but making it sound like the Polish word for “pressure”

And that's the song! Now that I analysed it, it doesn't seem much better than the original, I think this is the most equal one, but I still clearly prefer Polish dub over English ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[katealot]

Getting To Know You Tag Game

(as tagged by @dumbest-ass)

what book are you currently reading?

I currently have Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist on my nightstand awaiting the first day of January to crack into (I have to schedule my reading to keep it fresh and exciting and interesting)

what do you usually wear?

What an excellent question. I read once that you are either a “big top, tiny bottoms” kind of person or and “tiny top, big bottoms” kind of person. I am a “tiny top, big bottoms” kind of person.

how tall are you?

5’6”!

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

libra! (but very much a virgo cusp). And Bruce Springsteen, apparently! That rules, he’s like one of my rock heros.

do you go by your name or a nickname?

Oh absolutely nicknames. I have such a detached sense of identity with my name that I’ll accept just about any nickname someone will throw at me. Katja. Vicky. BK. Kaybe. Cottoe. It’s all me, baybe.

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?  

You know, if I’d have answered this 3 days ago when I’d been tagged I would have been hesitant to say yes, but yeah, I have. I am the type of person to drop my information with a company that I just thought did good work and would like to be apart of, AND the type of person to get an email back.

(I know that’s not exactly what the question is asking but tomatoe, tomato)

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

Giving compliments. I like to think I kinda wear my heart on my sleeve so people can tell that when I give them a compliment I mean it 100% sincerely. I’m like a validation station, get in here and I’ll tell you why you’re wonderful.

There is however one thing I’m not good at, and that’s being humble. *Gina Linetti voice* Because I’m great at it.

No but actually, my severe anxiety keeps me from genuinely accepting compliments from others a lot of the time

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Because I’ve actually answered this question before, I’m going to depart from the q a bit to bring up my favorite piece of writing of all time so far which is chapter 10 of my fanfiction Like the Back of My Hand: The Best First Date Ever.

I do a lot of re-reading of my work when I am suffering from writers block and this is still a piece of writing that gives me butterflies to read because I feel every time like I am enjoying it as a reader and not as an author.

dogs or cats?

Gods, cats

what's something you would like to create content for?

The open ending of the Magnus Archives, aka “Somewhere Else”. I have a long form idea that I think could really be good if I ever actually sit down to write it. Oh, and IT (2017). There’s one story idea I’ve had in my head since the movie cane out that has not lost clarity since 2017.

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

waldeinsamkein and mutterseelenallein

what's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Moving to a new place. But I wouldn’t say it was disappointing so much as I think it ended up being underwhelming. I am much happier here and almost every aspect of my quality of life have improved, but the monotony of routine has not ceased. I still have a job and rent to pay, ya know?

what’s a hidden talent of yours? 

hehe, I can make the oddly specific but freakily accurate sound effect of whipped cream being squirted from a canister with just my mouth

what's something you wish to have at this moment? 

Evidence that people think about the things I say after I say them.

I hope you learned something from that round of ice-breaker-questions-seeking-much-more-literal-answers-than-they-got. If you would like to play this game, please consider yourself tagged by me and make sure u tag me in your post so I can learn more about you lovely folks :)

[yedamhwn]

hello everyone!  i’m angel (23, s/h) 👼 and i’m here to bring the most unsuspecting co-captain of jujak’s quidditch team,  a senior who is a magical theory major,  and a part timer caretaker assistant at the greenhouse,  gang yedam!  twt available on request and i’m available in the dms too.

dossier.  🎣

— chelsea born n raised baybe 😎  mom was a seamstress and owned a tailor shop;  dad worked at the nearby bank and co-owned some retro arcades with a childhood friend :-) by all accounts,  a sweet n simple upbringing

— began learning to play go at the age of three with his dad and eventually started attending a baduk academy;  hailed a genius and prodigy p fast because he was showing a lot of talent quite quickly and competed in local competitions and nearby tournaments!  won each one lol and they were mad..... (nicki vc i WIN you LOSE)

— car accident tw  /  lost his parents to bad weather conditions on a trip back from celebrating his mother opening up a new storefront.  yedam was in the backseat but survived after his parents quickly casted protection spells.  momentarily stopped participating in go for after but picked it up again as soon as he was taken in by his mom’s bffie aka his godmother in daegu,  who eventually found him a new academy to enroll in 

— little backstory moment rq..... so let’s talk about his godmother + her family a bit?  both of yedam’s parents are magic users,  and his mum met her best friend when they both attended beauxbatons!  beauxbaton’s baddies if u will.. think susannah x laurel from the summer i turned pretty and hari x youngseo from business proposal.  anw they separated after graduating but kept in constant contact over the phone.  paik risa marries a mortal man,  and raises her three kids (1 son, 2 daughters) on a farm that attracts both humans for the freshest harvests and magic users for rare ingredients for potions,  common everyday herbs,  or little magic infused trinkets and tools in rural daegu!  yedam grew up surrounded by magic so he was raised playing quidditch with his cousins,  practiced spells and potion making,  and learned about magical ingredients / the magical world in gen as a kid (both from his own parents and godmother!)

— continued to play locally;  eventually grew to playing internationally as he climbed up ranks (his way of playing and careerwise is heavily inspired by / pulled from choi taek of reply 1988).  during this time he’s attending durmstrang and losing his shit..😁 he’s still competing and flying around for go competitions,  magic helped with cutting down the travel time but didn’t do much for the stress and lack of decompressing,  as well as juggling school and a social life.  something about this also triggers some of his untapped trauma with his parent’s passing.  and it’s also the first time yedam’s been so far from his family.  so he completely blows up in school LOL exhibited huge ‘do not fuck w me’ energy,  was ready to fight anyone who so as much breathed in his direction,  and *squints eyes* from my sparknotes draft bg notes (and i quote) was a “certified fucker bad boy” so u get the gist i hope!  one fight got out tho and he couldn’t girlboss his way out of that one,  resulting in his godmother being called in and finding out whatever else yedam was able to keep quiet and out of her ear.  she’s basically horrified af LMAO and just?? not down to clown about her godson spiraling out of control so she yanked his ass out of durmstrang and began to track down his maternal aunt!  in total,  yedam spent 4 years there.

— plops him into mahoutokoro for the remainder of his years,  because a) it’s close enough by now compared to before,  b) most of his competitions were located in asia with only a handful being in europe,  and c) she knew he needed a fresh start.  he moves in with lee yiseul,  one of the founders and his mom’s older sister,  before leaving and living on campus.  his time at the new school is much more tamed out then before,  where *squints eyes pt2* from my sparknotes draft bg notes (and once again, i quote) starts his “healing himbo” journey!  in total,  yedam spent 3 years there.  ends his time on a high note,  and retires professionally from playing go at age eighteen as a 7-dan.  pulls away from the mortal public eye heavily.  was kind of a :o moment in the comm and caused some stir in the go world;  but he mainly did it to have somewhat of a normal college life lol 

— is currently a senior and in his final year at hwando!  whoot whoot 🥳 pretty excited to graduate,  and thankfully his last few semesters at the school isn’t too class heavy so yedam is cruising through pretty content!  magical theory major / charms minor. 🔮🪄  jujak co-captain and keeper.  lived with his aunt for his first year,  in the topaz dorms his second year,  before moving into and remaining in the quarter sharehouse is third and final year.  campus crush and smart himbo vibes.. unfortunately has MAJOR boyfie vibes (a,b,c) but has manwhoreish ways (like he hooks up in empty broom closets :/) so a waste of potential tbh.  flirty and has a lil group of followers (it’s literally just 3 people LOL) called dammies<3.  known for the ragers he throws before and after quidditch season!  has ‘he’s just some guy’ energy to him.  bye guys 🤨😳 hiiii ladies😋😁 type beat.  pulled from sparknotes pt3 but “sounds cringe but is very much The Cool Popular Guy on Campus vibes”.  that was so embarrassing to physically type out so let’s move on!  golden boy <3 it boy <3 tall boy <3 probably a clash with the stuff that blows around town or the bash app abt him (think the beginning clip of mean girls where ppl r talking about regina LOL) but he’s really reallyyy down to earth,  laidback and super chill.  easy to get along with and he mingles well with strangers or people he’s just met!  a muted spark in his eye with a hidden temper to match,  but it appears as frequently as a blue moon.  very social so he’s everywhere a little bit?  doesn’t overthink and has a tendency to be pretty straight forward.  the person you actually DO want in your group project.  part time caretaker assistant at the greenhouse where he does the graveyard shifts;  kills time by getting high and reading / walking around or doing hw.  appears in the bash app often for his ~interesting~ hook up spots or for posting addys to his next party.  young and rich $$$ bc of his go career but is still a local devil lettuce dealer (hit him upppp 4 the best prices around hwando 🤗) for some quick cash.  isn’t really sure what he wants to do after graduating (getting back into go or doing something law related to his aunt’s dept) but he’ll figure it out at some point;  so far just enjoying his final year at school!  ending on a final sparknotes cringe note: “hot nerd bad boy cool guy vibes. so cringe typing that fr” ♡

— wand: (horned serpent horn, apple wood, 8in) / patronus: tiger (bengal) / boggart: car accident tw / the moments right before and after the crash.  frequents: gwangseon forest (the dutchess’ waterfall and griff cove) / city center / the aparecium / observatory / hwabit / convenience store / grand library / quidditch fields.  capricorn sun,  gemini moon,  leo rising.

***

— members in the same sports (regardless of house) as he is?  same majors??  taking the same classes?

— someone wanting to learn go casually and they decide 2 hit him up

— every so often they grab ramen and soju at night, and sneak into the greenhouse / observatory / other locations to decompress and catch up!!

— friends from durmstrang or mahoutokoro!!

— someone who has heard about his interesting stories on the bash app (notably the weird hook up spots LOL) and then ACTUALLY see him irl *insert yedam almost tripping over a carpet* and is just like what the fuck this is that dood 

— fwbs??  exes??  former crushes??  people he’s lead on??  unrequited crushes??  vice versa  👁️.....

— people / regulars that hit him up 4 some devil lettuce or stoner friends in gen!!

— people he practices quidditch with the most!! or someone who does / doesn’t play that needs some extra help 

— his party ppl whoot whoot

— a person who is trying to network through him bc they like his aunt / want to work in the dept. of law

— someone who hooked up with him at (insert location) and find themselves on the bash app like okay never doing THAT again (unless..? 🤪🙈)

— whoever has a pet PLEASE let him pet sit just once..........or if he can just touch them in gen

literally anything else lol feel free to let me know if there’s anything not on here that might work,  any of ur plots that might click better,  or brainstorming! :~)