#my absolute sillies

[mishzar]

drew headshots for some of my dnd characters that are part of a series of campaigns (hopefully more to come)

[filledwjunx]

My symbol of hope, | SCARAGITO (scaramouche x nagito)

my sillies (contains crossover fandoms, cross fandom ships/crossover ships, i give up on capitalization at one part, ooc, long and doesn't make sense, and kind of has a bunch of fluff and uhmmm basically thats all the warnings if you dont like scaragito (why WOULDN'T you) uhh idk what you'll do but ??

Scaramouche sat by himself, refusing to make any contact with anyone, other than talking to Aether and Lumine, and class trial purposes.

Although snarky, sometimes he's helpful in his own way. Sometimes. Everything that comes from his mouth is either an insult, or a push to the right direction.

So far, no one in the class had caught his gaze, save for one. Nagito's.. strange double sided luck. It's not everyday you see a human who can withstand such luck that both harms him, and keeps him alive.

Nagito.. he's a special case. It's both entertaining, and concerning how intense his luck can be. both his immense luck, and strange behavior that makes him incredibly worrying to be around.

"..Ah! hat guy, it's a pleasant coincidence that we meet here!" Nagito greeted, sitting down next to the indigo haired boy. "..Yeah, whatever," Scaramouche's demeanor does not seem very welcoming, but.. Nagito doesn't care, really.

"there's something I'd like to talk about, hat guy." Nagito smiled. Scaramouche felt.. a bit eased after seeing his smile. it was strangely.. comforting?

Scaramouche's usual scowl softens into a neutral expression. No smiling, but nor was he frowning.

"what is it? make it quick." Scaramouche crosses his arms, as Nagito leans onto the table, resting his cheek in his hands, "it's just that.. I've noticed, you always walk around like you're not afraid of this killing game we're in,"

"Like you're confident you'll survive. Is that because you know something that the rest of us don't?" Nagito narrows his eyes, as he stared deeply into Scaramouche's indigo eyes.

Scaramouche felt.. a bit weirded out by his staring, but decides to brush it off as he answered. "heh, if you think any of your mortal friends can lay a finger on a single strand of my hair - you're wrong." Scaramouche smirked, although the question did make him raise an eyebrow.

"I know more about myself than most of you all do," Scaramouche crossed his legs, "it'd be a shocker both to myself, and the twins if I manage to die here."

"oh.. so the twins are in on your secret as well?" Nagito questions, his usual smile remains, awaiting for Scaramouche's answer. "I guess you could say so. what about it?"

"I suppose it isn't a surprise, since you and the twins are from the same world.." Nagito looks to the side, as he places his hands on his lap to think a bit more clearly,

"but there's something strange I've noticed about you too, hat guy." Nagito smiled once again, as Scaramouche's frown comes back - rolling his eyes.

"it's Scaramouche. not hat guy." scaramouche corrects him, nagito raises his hands up defensively, "ahaha, sorry. 'hat guy' is what Aether introduced you to me as," nagito laughed off, with a smile.

..seriously? 'hat guy' was the best Aether could come up with? that's stupid. who does he think he is?

"okay, but back to what I was supposed to say.." nagito rests his arm on the table, setting his gaze back onto Scaramouche. "you're so.. special. your eyes, and those strange marks on your body.. "

..well that was a surprise, to say the least. not for the eyes, but for the marks on his body?

"..uh, okay. thanks for the first one, but what about the 2nd one? hah, who told you about that?" Scaramouche leaned forward, questioning Nagito's knowledge about him.

"hehe, relax. it's just something I noticed on my own." ..okay, was Nagito some sort of.. stalker? "pff, okay." Scaramouche leans away from him,

"am I given permission to ask about them, Scaramouche?" Nagito smiled innocently. Scaramouche gave it some thought, and after a bit of thinking.. why not? they're alone in the dining area, and Scaramouche would never meet Nagito ever again after this whole game.. no one would believe him if he dared to tell the secret.

"..hm, okay," Scaramouche uncrossed his legs, "so long as you promise to keep your useless mouth shut.. I'm willing to tell you about it."

"that's amazing! I can reassure you, this worthless human will keep his mouth shut, no doubt!" Nagito replies, excitement laced his tone, even his expression says it all. he was.. happy? what a strange one..

"These marks are permanent on my body. it's a part of me," Scaramouche places a hand near his abdomen, where one of the marks was most noticeable on. "and that's all I'll say."

"my, my.. you're such a special one! so many strange features.. it's almost as if you aren't a regular human!" Nagito exclaims, "your eyes.. how encaptivating," Nagito leaned forward, getting close,

"you're eyes fade from darkness to a bright light.. much like how hope shines light on despair's darkness!" Scaramouche.. was shocked by the analogy, to say the least. Him? Hope? who even thinks of that the moment someone sees him?

"..you must be crazy. have you seen the way I've treated everyone on your side?" Scaramouche raises an eyebrow,

"Even so, you still push us in the right direction, don't you? Even if you treat us harshly.. you still guide us to righteousness.." ..maybe Scaramouche hadn't thought of that, but wouldn't Aether be more fitting as a 'symbol of hope'?

"and the fact that you're not a regular human.. has the heaven above sent such an angel to assist us in a desperate time of need?" Nagito took Scaramouche's hands in his, "Aether may be a bright star, but I believe in you, Scaramouche.."

"you're my symbol of hope.. in my heart."

Those words.. struck through Scaramouche's heart. it was.. almost impossible to believe, that someone like Nagito would see him as a brighter source of hope than Aether was.

"..hah, you really are crazy," Scaramouche smiled, "I never thought someone like you would ever see me under such a light."

"As long as if it's the light of hope.. I see it within you. The way you've never given up through your hardship.. is truly admirable.." Nagito's eyes mimicked that of the brightness of hope, and the dimness of deep despair to swirl into circles into each other,

".. did Aether tell you about it as well?" Scaramouche had a scowl on his face, before Nagito shook his head. "Ahaha! No, it's a lucky guess."

"..I guess you were titled as the ultimate lucky student for a reason.." He mumbles, "what are you gonna do now? Now that you've dubbed me as your.. 'symbol of hope', or whatever?"

"of course, as a follower under the path of hope.. I shall stick by your side till my end!" Nagito smiled brightly. Scaramouche stares at him with a blank expression.

"..no you won't," He says, looking down from Nagito's eyes, ".. it's either you die here, or we'll never see each other ever again." His finger loosens against Nagito's, but he doesn't dare let Scaramouche's hands fall.

"Hmm.. maybe you're right. But it doesn't mean I can't imagine myself being with you.. and being with you through spirit.." Nagito trails off, before shaking his head.

"oh, what am i saying! A god like you wouldn't want an insignificant human such as I am following them around like a duckling.." Nagito goes back to his pessimistic thoughts, before Scaramouche squeezes his hands,

Scaramouche speaks in a loud voice, "As an ambassador of hope and my devoted follower, you must see your worth and uses. Don't tell me you'll keep on calling yourself useless while following under my steps?" ..fuck. he wasn't good at this at all. Were his words.. good enough? How was he supposed to comfort?

"..ahaha! of course! Look at you.. trying to shine your hope onto me as well.." Nagito smiled, the touching feeling that a deity was trying it's best to lift his spirits.. how cute!

"..gh, I'm not good in this sort of thing. I'll kill you if you laugh again." Scaramouche threatens, Nagito couldn't help but smile. "I don't mind getting killed by you.."

"you shouldn't be saying that."

"..alright, alright. Sorry," Nagito smiled sheepishly.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory and Abby's first stop at the FNAF pizzaplex is Freddy!

[cacaocheri]

something soft for the girlies

[egophiliac]

like mother, like son, but less wholesome this time?

(I couldn't decide whether or not to put them together, so have them in all the different ways!)

[lyrajellycat]

honestly matthew lillard was clearly having so much fun playing william and as such was a joy to watch. ate and left no crumbs

[steakout-05]

in love with how Data runs across the screen back to his station like a fucking cryptid in episode 24

[quimiri]

teamfortes :)

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Fazbear Entertainment did not program him to deal with that

[queer-reader-07]

yeah yeah heartbreak and all that but can we talk about how silly aziraphale and crowley are?

aziraphale’s all “this human police officer *WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE*” about muriel as if he didn’t go to Edinburgh just to play the part of “newsPAPER MAN”

crowley’s all “i’m a demon” until he’s high as fuck on laudanum and he’s all “not pretend-yyy good”

crowley’s just really into ducks for no discernible reason and i’m kind of very here for it

like yes yes the heartbreak the crushing weight of existence BUT ALSO ✨silliness✨

[steddieas-shegoes]

When Eddie is introduced to Jonathan, they both give each other a look that says “if you say anything, you’re dead” and naturally, Nancy clocks it immediately.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” they said at the same time, only growing the suspicion.

“Seriously? Do you know each other already?”

“No!”

“Yes, but-“

They glare at each other, but Eddie speaks up again.

“He bought from me a couple times. No big deal.”

Nancy looks between them, shakes her head. “There’s something else going on. But we’ve got bigger problems.”

And they did.

For months, their problems seemed to get worse by the day. It was a great distraction.

But honestly, anytime Eddie spent more time with Jonathan, it got harder not to say how they actually knew each other: a make out session in a bathroom at a party when Jonathan was yearning for Nancy.

He told Steve eventually, had to with the way he kept finding ways to avoid being around Jonathan and Steve got suspicious.

“If he said something to you about us, I’ll take care of it. He doesn’t get to say shit about what makes us happy.”

And Eddie couldn’t have Steve lose another fight, so he told him.

“So wait. You and Jonathan…”

“Made out. Yes.”

“Like…with tongue?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I remember tongue being involved.”

“And hands?”

“They were there too.”

Steve puts his hands on his hips, lifts one to wipe over his face, then settles it back on his hip. “And you liked it?”

“Considering at the time my options were Jonathan or the girl in Hellfire who insisted I wasn’t gay because I looked at her during campaigns, yeah. It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve been through.”

Steve huffed. “Yeah, but like. Compared to me-“

“Oh my god.”

“What?!”

“I cannot believe you’re jealous of Jonathan Byers. Again.”

“I’m not! I’ve never-“

Eddie raised his brows. “Never? Not once?”

“That was different!”

“That was worse.”

“I dunno, finding out your boyfriend has made out with the only other guy in Hawkins who’d be up for it is arguably worse.”

Steve pouted for hours. Eddie let him.

It was cute, alright?

And when he got over it, they made out for hours in his bed.

Steve, of course, was the one who told Nancy.

In his defense, he was very high, and Nancy had been pushing him all night, from the moment she caught wind that he might know how they knew each other.

Eddie went inside to grab them all water, and she pounced.

By the time Eddie got back, Steve was half asleep and Nancy was smirking at Eddie.

“You could’ve just said.”

“He’s never getting high for free again.”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s back to being a paying customer, too.”

Nancy laughed, startling Steve into opening his eyes. He smiled up at Eddie, no clue he’d just given up one of their secrets.

“Hi, baby. You know Nancy didn’t know about you and Jonathan?”

Eddie glanced over to see Nancy rolling on her side, laughing hysterically.

“Yeah. I’m sure that was on purpose. How about we get you to bed, superstar?”

He managed to get Steve onto the couch, where he immediately passed out.

Nancy hugged him, kissed his cheek, like she always did before leaving.

“It’s not a big deal, you know. He’s mentioned that he isn’t only into women. We’ve talked a lot about the Argyle situation.” She walked towards the door. “Steve will get over the jealousy eventually. It’s not like Jonathan wouldn’t have made out with him if he could have.”

She left before Eddie could respond.

Eddie suddenly understood exactly what Steve was feeling.

“Not gonna happen,” he mumbled to himself before joining Steve on the couch and pulling him close.

[lylahammar]

I'm so dunmeshi pilled rn I saw the mars eclipse tweet and then spent like 3 hours drawing mithrun on top until the original pic wasn't even recognizable anymore

[kedreeva]

We drove across the state today to set up a photo frame device for my aunt, and introduce her to Bug. While we were there, we took her and her bf to dinner across the street from her complex, and my mom texted to ask how we'd gotten my aunt over, since we're in my dad's fuckoff big truck and she's not able to climb into it. My dad texted back that he just tied a tow cable to her wheelchair and drove over, and my mom texted me to find out the truth but

My aunt laughed until she wheezed and told us to stop being so mean to her sister, but when we got back to her apartment:

She helped us get "proof" to send my mom because you gotta have a little fun teasing your siblings

[ricky-mortis]

How it feels getting out of a boop battle

[springypaws]

I manifested this at 3am last night and I don’t know how I feel about it but it exists now so this is my contribution for @jonmartinweek day 5, Criptids | Webs and Weaving <3333

Cue silly color palette moment

[nofacednerd]

Boimler totally would somehow manage to be the only person in the 24th century to experience comphet