#just a silly thing

[kittkattys]

Sonic Prime spoilers!!!!

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What a season huh

[dxrkl1ght]

squash banana

[chodoyodes]

outfit swap!!!

[robininthelabyrinth]

A prompt: I'm still in love with Second madam nie. Anything from her POV, maybe including her favourite person, nie mingjue?

ao3

"Send Huaisang to my office. Immediately."

Nie Mingjue’s order went out, and no sooner out than fulfilled, even if Nie Huaisang did show up looking disgruntled and a little disheveled, as if someone strong had hoisted him up over his protests, thrown him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and whisked him away when he'd much rather be in his room reading or in a shop buying something. This was precisely what had happened, so Nie Huaisang felt entirely justified, even if his brother frowned ominously at his not-befitting-an-heir-of-a-Great-Sect appearance. 

Still, his brother refrained from scolding (for once) and merely said, "Close the door."

Nie Huaisang did, his interest reluctantly piqued. 

"Something political that I'm not supposed to know about?" he asked. "Or...?"

"Or," Nie Mingjue confirmed, and produced a letter. "Your mother wrote to you."

Nie Huaisang couldn't stop himself from wrinkling his nose.

Nie Mingjue noticed. "What's the matter? You don't want to hear from Second Mother?"

Actually, no.

Neither Nie Huaisang nor his mother had ever managed to properly explain to the bull-headed Nie Mingjue that certain types of people simply couldn't abide sharing space with another of their own kind - yes, even their own children, yes, even from a young age - and as a result he worked tirelessly to maintain his little brother's relationship with his long-absent, presumed-dead-by-most-people mother over both their protests. His persistence and earnest insistence that familial relationships were important was a little cute, actually, but it did mean that it was awfully hard to skive off without actually engaging. 

Of course, the same was true on his mother's side. Nie Huaisang had to suppress a snigger at the thought of his brother hunting down and officiously scolding a fox in some forest somewhere with instructions to write more often.

"Are you going to read it?" Nie Mingjue prompted, and the expression on his face suggested that the answer to the question was required to be 'yes' and also 'right now, in this room, while being watched’. Nie Mingjue would never be so rude as to actually interfere with or eavesdrop on Nie Huaisang's correspondence, but previous experience had already shown him that listening to Nie Huaisang's claims of wanting to read it later or in private would only result in the letter not being read at all, whether due to negligence or it "accidentally" being destroyed in a fire or somesuch.

Damn Nie Huaisang's former self for having used up all the good excuses too early!

"Oh, all right," Nie Huaisang grumbled, and settled himself down to read. At least he could be fairly sure that the content would be about a subject of his liking - after all, the only thing Nie Huaisang had in common with his mother, other than a shared bloodline, was a fondness for his older brother.

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Hey, pigface -

(Rude as always, Mother.)

I would say that I hope you're doing well, but I don't actually care (it's mutual!) and I'm sure that if there was anything wrong with you, my darling pork bun would have already conveyed it to me. (Almost certainly true.) He'd be ever so distressed about it, the poor tasty little lamb, so you'd better keep yourself in one piece for his sake, you hear me? (Like Nie Huaisang was going to get anywhere near danger anyway. She wasn't wrong about how much Nie Mingjue would worry, though, so Nie Huaisang reluctantly agreed with the sentiment - he'd be able to point to that when his brother ever so politely inquired as to what his mother had written. See, a positive interaction! They were capable of it! Mostly!)

As for your delicious older brother...(She'd better not say anything about Nie Huaisang stopping him from getting into danger, because that was impossible; Nie Mingjue and danger were practically best friends) well, I will only say, if he dies, you are to avenge him.

(Obviously.)

Now, I'm equally certain that you don't give one fig for my own state of health (completely correct), so I won't bore you with that. I will say that your cousin in Dongying is doing very well (that was good, Nie Huaisang had liked him, though of course he'd liked the fact that the man lived all the way away in Dongying even better) and his musically inclined partner sends you in particular his regards. (He'd probably mispronounced it.) I'll spare you how he mangled it (called it!) and tell you instead that he is still proficient in that song you taught him (aww, how cute). I enclose some little tricks that you might find useful (please no) assuming you ever endeavor to be useful (never!)  

Now, onto the most important subject (about time) - how is my tender little zongzi doing? (What a stupid question, she literally saw da-ge when she gave him this message.) He seemed fine in person, but you know he doesn't want to burden people with his troubles (sad, but true) and he is especially cautious when there's a chance that the person in question wants to help out (that's because certain people thought the only way to help any situation involved murder and/or eating people). I expect at least four pages of his day-to-day activities (psst, like Nie Huaisang was going to strain himself to do something like that) in exchange of which I will provide a brand new illustrated set of your preferred brand of picture book (...damn her for knowing his weaknesses). 

Stay alive and in your own territory (same to you, Mother), and best wishes to my best little savory dumpling in the world, may he be ever delicious and ready to eat.

(Stop being weird, Mother.)

(Also, he wasn’t hers, he was Nie Huaisang’s.)

-

"No signature, as always," Nie Huaisang observed, and Nie Mingjue snorted.

"Like anyone could mimic how your mother talks."

Nie Huaisang thought about it, then shrugged in agreement. 

"How is she doing?"

Nie Huaisang gave his brother an incredulous look, which (rightfully) made the older man flush. 

"I have no idea how to tell," he defended himself. "I just want to know that she's not facing any difficulties, that's all. She'd never admit it if she was."

Only da-ge, Nie Huaisang thought fondly, and also No wonder she likes him so much.

It was, he had to admit, the one area in which his mother had impeccable taste that completely accorded with his own. 

His da-ge was simply, unquestionably, the best.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

You: Since when does the Guild receive fan letters?

Alvida: Since the majority of the idiots who joined are affiliated with Buggy in some form or fashion.

You snort, opting not to mention that she also was affiliated with Buggy. You were a subordinate of Crocodiles and came with him.

You: And we're being forced to answer them.

Alvida: There is nothing better to do at the moment.

She has a point. You sigh and open up another letter, reading it out loud.

You: What are Alvida's measurements?

A groan pours from your mouth. Some of the members are perverts.

Alvida: I got this one.

She takes the letter from you and walks off, leaving you alone for the moment. You continue to answer letters. Most are about Buggy; what his interests are and such. You don't ever know how to answer them, so you leave them blank until he can answer them himself. It's honestly a wasteful job for someone with your talents but you are currently bored.

Opening another letter, you read it out loud with a yawn.

You: Does Crocodile have a big co-- Oh shit!

An embarrassed heat spreads across your face. Who would ask something this personal? I mean, the thought has crossed your mind but you had no intention of asking him. Whoever wrote this letter has balls.

The sound of heavy footsteps turns your attention to the man in question as he walks into the room, probably searching for his cigars. To your horror, he hovers over your shoulder and reads the question. His brow raises in curiosity.

Crocodile: Toss it.

You: Yes sir.

He turns to walk away, however, before he does, he glances over his shoulder at you.

Crocodile: If it interests you, come and find out. And bring a cigar.

You: Yes sir.

It certainly does and you have no plans to decline this offer.

[horse-freak]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Still going. Slowly. Just picking at it an hour a day. Ohh god. Please don’t let me fuck it up

[cyanwyrmy]

BOOP! If a Wyrm had paws, this would be the paw!

[pupstim]

Average QSMP Resident when they see Badboyhalo

[starclast]

Robin/Mirshe: Nine months...Nine months inside and turns out he is a traitor...

Chrom: h-hah?

Robin/Mirshe: NINE MONTHS TO MAKE YOU A FRICKIN CLONE! AND FOR THE SECOND TIME!!!

Chrom: ...he is really cute though.

[anobjectshowguy]

(A silly idea and some art)

I was listening to a bunch of Trixie Mattel and Katia clips recently (because I love these too and think they’re amazing drag queens!) and while listening a really dumb idea came to me. So I have to ask, do you guys think that Diary (EEE) and Trophy (II) would be friends or enemies? I’m not sure why, but I just imagine them having a friendship like Katia and Trixie for some reason lol.

Tw: Reference to some Trixie & Katia scenes that include things that might make people uncomfortable

This was my first time drawing Trophy and I think he came out really good ^^

(The second one took a really long time and also was made a few days after the first one so they look really different lol. I also just gave kinda gave up on what they were sitting on tbh.)

[crimsonshadow323]

Luffy: Shanks! Help me! I'm drowning DAD!

Shanks: Hi drowning, I'm Dad.

Shanks: ... Wait... shit LUFFY

[pommigranite]

the anxiety jester is slowly ruining my life /lh

[buzzybee3]

Saw this in my chem class and it reminded me of @crabsnpersimmons lol

[pxppet]

Used google's dumb emoji combiner to make emojis for the egos, can you guess who's who?

[theknifeclown]

tagged by: @koifsssh

I made a new one because I don't like chain posts!

last song: Brutus the Buttress

favorite color: pink and or red

last movie: .... Fnaf

sweet/spicy/savory: savory... Salt... Good

relationship status: single!

last google search: two faced Calico cat.... For reasons

current obsession: PUPPETS, welcome home, tadc(kinda sorta, I like it), slowly falling back into FNAF HELP, Homestuck.

Tagging my fren @heliosynchronisity because thems wanna do it tehe

[ineffablelifetoallmetatrons]

He knew his eyes shone behind those sunglasses.

He wanted to take them off, but there was a barrier he could not cross, that wasnt there before.

If he reached out

tentatively

and gently held those glasses

would their owner relinquish them, as he had before?

or would he flinch. turn away. hide himself from the world.

would he hide himself from the one person who knew him?

the person who made him feel like he had to hide in the first place.