#rounding up all the goobers

[pointyfruit]

I think me and as many moots as possible should go to an Ikea. I think it'd be fun, getting lost in ikea backrooms.

ROOUUND EM' UP, BOOYYS!!

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[tonariofjananda]

Based on a this ask

[tmbg-tournie]

I’ve decided to take up the harmonica not only because it sounds a little like the accordion, meaning I can play tmbg songs, but because the one I want is a couple bucks and blue and cute with a little case

[babybinko]

My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

[stevebabey]

surrounded by your embrace

summary: when you get drunk at a party, old memories make steve worry. he really doesn't need to because all alcohol does is make you clingy. gn!reader but mentioned to wear sum eyeshadow, no warnings u and steve are just absolute goobers for each other :D wc: 2k

He goes to the bathroom for five minutes.

Five minutes and you manage to make yourself scarce. The corner you had been previously inhabiting, slurping the lip of your red solo cup while talking to some friends, is completely void of you when Steve finds his way back to it.

Your friends are still there, leaned against the wall and chattering amongst themselves. Steve clears his throat to gain their attention.

"Did you see...?" He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, asking if they'd noticed where you might've wandered off to. You've had quite a few drinks tonight already and Steve's not surprised if it means you've forgotten you're the only one he knows at this party. These are your friends, not his.

One of them points towards the kitchen and he mutters a quiet thank-you, beginning to wind his way through the people to reach the kitchen.

A fraction of unease prickles at the back of his neck. Last time he was a party and his partner ambled off, full of alcohol, it had left a couple memories that cut deep. Steve hasn't ever admitted it aloud to anyone the seeds that Nancy had sowed that night, the little insecurities that had never bothered Steve in the slightest suddenly sprouting up overnight.

Worst is, he can't make himself forget that night. He remembers the spill of red punch on her white shirt vividly. Remembers the sting behind his eyes. Remembers how later on she'd come back in the middle of everything with Jonathan by her side and Steve had just... known.

But you're not Nancy and he knows that. He knows that this is a different party, you're a different person, it's a whole different relationship—

Yet, those insecurities have rooted deep and Steve can feel them shifting painfully inside him as his worries get away from him. Like vines wrapping tight around his ribcage the longer it takes to find you.

You're aren't by the drink station on the kitchen bench and looking out at the sea of people in the living room, you aren't there either. Steve pulls his collar away from his neck, feeling the prickle roll down his skin again. You've gone, something in his head whispers meanly, You've left him and found someone else at this party. Someone without his baggage, someone without his neediness, someone—

Steve scrubs a hand down his face and shoves away his ugly thoughts. None of them are fair to you — you who has been nothing but impossibly and endlessly sweet on him in the one month you and Steve have been dating. He inhales sharply to clear his head and scans the crowd again. Nothing.

Just as he's turning to go bug your friends again, he spots movement out the corner on his eye, someone shuffling about the walk-in pantry. Steve walks closer and peers in. It's you.

Delight and relief bloom together in his chest and he rounds the corner with a shaky smile, leaning up against the door frame. "There you are."

You turn with a little hiccup, clearly startled.

Steve adores how the recognition on your face melts into excitement, steamrolling his anxieties in an instant, and you drop whatever is in your hands and leap for your boyfriend.

"Steve!"

"That's me," He says with a smile, arms opening for you to burrow yourself in. You do so, arms twisting around his middle and face smushing against his chest and he welcomes the warmth of you in his arms. He expects you to move after a minute but you stay put, pressed right up against him, hold only tightening.

"I couldn't find you." You whine.

"You were looking for me in the pantry?"

"Nooooo," The drinks you've had have turned your usual drama up to 11. You dig your face out of his chest and rest your chin against it instead, forcing Steve to look directly down to meet your eyes. "S'just went to get water from th' kitchen 'n' then I saw they have a box of Fruit Roll-Ups."

You say this all as if it's incredibly self-explanatory why you're in the pantry while you're also looking for your boyfriend. Steve looks over your head and spies the spilled box on the ground you were holding just a few moment prior. Lo and behold, half a dozen Fruit Roll-Ups are scattered on the ground.

"Fruit Roll-Ups, Steve." You whisper with more emphasis.

He laughs a little, looking back down at you and thinking how pretty you look tonight. There's this blue crystal-coloured eyeshadow lightly smudged across your eyelids and it glitters beneath the low hanging bulb of the pantry.

"Well, I'm sure you can have one." He nods to gesture behind you. "Melanie won't mind, you're her friend."

Melanie, the party's host, had been tucked up and fast asleep in her bed with a big red bucket by her side when he had opened her door trying to find the bathroom. Steve definitely thinks she won't mind letting you gorge yourself of a single Fruit Roll-Up. Or a couple. Whatever, he won't tell on you.

"You think?"

Steve rubs your back lightly and goads you back towards the snack you're clearly hungry for. Your hands slide out of the hug reluctantly but the moment you turn, you're scuttling over to the treats. Steve chuckles watching you plop yourself down, sitting down on the cold tiles. You're in shorts. Steve can see your goosebumps from here.

He takes a few steps and crouches down, taking a seat next to you, leaning his back up against a beam. You're trying to tear into one of the packets but the moment Steve's back in your view, you're pouting and holding it out to him.

Steve pretends to scoff, taking the packet and opening it easily, but really, he loves that you ask him to do those things. Loves doing little things for you. He offers it back to you and you pluck it from his hands with glee.

He assumes you'll sink your teeth into it but you stare at it for a moment before you surprise him, crawling forward and all bout clambering into his lap.

It's rather inelegant, your drunkenness not helping and you push the heel of your hand just two inches from where it would really hurt, making Steve wince in anticipation. He holds his hands up and out of the way and lets you settle yourself.

A quiet revelation makes something in his chest glows hotly. You're always affectionate, always want to be touching him, but this is another level for you — there's a shyness around PDA that you usually carry that seems to have been shed tonight. Anyone could peer in the pantry and see you curled up in his arms and lap and you seem too enamoured with him to even care.

Steve grins and chides himself for ever being worried earlier.

"Hi." You say, finally situated comfortably. Steve's not sure it is comfortable, sitting sideways in his lap with one leg twisted nearly underneath you and one out in front, sorta curled in, but you seem content enough. He places one hand on the small of your back, the other holding just above your knee.

"Hi there. Comfy now?"

"Very. Can you pass me my roll-up please?"

You've dropped it in your wriggle to get closer to him and its rolled nearly under the shelf Steve's leaning up besides. He leans over and retrieves it, thanks God for the wrapper, and produces it for you.

"A gift." He says, drinking in how your face washes over with delight. With the lights haloing behind your head, your hair frizzy from dancing earlier, he thinks you look like an angel.

"That's right!" You take it from him and pull it close to your chest, attention back on him. "I wanted to give you a kiss, to say thank you."

Steve feels his heart flutter, a stutter in the beats at the utter tenderness of your words. He squeezes your knee and turns his face, holding out his cheek.

"Well, go on then."

You giggle and it's the most dreamy honeyed noise Steve's ever heard. You lean in and plant a big wet kiss on his cheek with a happy hum, pulling back with a mwah!

"Thank you for the kiss, sweetheart." He rubs the hand on your back lightly and you soften at his words completely, pure giddiness running rampant across your features.

Steve soaks it all in, unsure of the last time he knew someone who gave him love so freely. You seem to have endless amounts of it for him. You don't even mind when he's greedy with you.

You finally peel back the wrapper of the Fruit Roll-Up and gobble a bit of it down. You chew and swallow and lean all your weight against him, your shoulder pressing into his. You're close, a couple more inches and the tip of his nose would brush yours. A bashful expression flits across your features.

"I like when you call me sweetheart."

"You do?"

You nod enthusiastically.

"That's good," Steve says, fondness coating each word. " 'Cos I like calling you sweetheart, sweetheart."

It's so cheesy that Steve thinks you shouldn't laugh, but you do because you're wonderful. He grins, his fingers on your knee tightening slightly as you look over him, your eyes crinkled up by your grin. The alcohol makes you brash enough to stare and you look at his face intently for a moment before you huff.

“God!” You drop your head back with a dramatic sigh and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to try contain your giddy grin. It doesn’t work in the slightest. “That look.”

"What? What look?”

You tip your head back up and Steve can read the shyness on your expression, pulling at your eyebrows.

“You know,” You say, a little embarrassed, which is even more adorable on you while drunk. You're flustered over your words, like you know you wouldn't normally have said them if you were sober. “You just get this look sometimes, when you’re looking at me—”

Steve frowns for a moment, minuscule, as he thinks of what face you might be referring to.

“—and your eyes get all intense and- ugh! It still makes nervous when you do it.” You’ve drop your head again, forward this time, to hide your face in his shoulder. You pat your tummy theatrically and then clutch it, voice lowering to a whisper in his ear. “These butterflies are your doing, Harrington.”

Steve laughs, entirely too pleased with himself —he still makes you nervous. Ditto, he thinks. “Is that so?”

"Mmhm." You hum and Steve feels you place a soft kiss on one of the moles on his neck. His breath catches and his heart flip-flops. You wiggle a bit but it's just to try get closer to him, your nose nuzzling against his neck. A tired sigh escapes you.

"You tired? Wanna go home?" He asks.

You nod sluggishly but make no attempt to move. Steve chuckles lightly, his hand still soothing up and down your back gently, not helping in the least he knows. Still, he can't help himself; he wants to ply you with love, with comfort, if he can. You sigh happily.

"N' a minute." You mumble. Your words are slurring the more tired you get. "Just wanna be at a party with my super hot and amazing boyfriend for one more minute. S'okay?"

Steve's heart crumples and he can feel his entire body curl up, his legs sliding up an inch, his hands tensing, all involuntarily reactions to try bring you in closer to him. There is an ache in his very core but it's a lovely ache. Steve feels a burn behind his eyes. He blinks and presses a long kiss to your hairline.

"Yeah, sweetheart," He murmurs into your hair. "That's more than okay with me."

[btnclmrttn]

Imagine:

Nsfw alphabet with saitama

I know is a lot but is up to you, hope you are alright these days!

NSFW ALPHABET(+18) - Saitama

[Kicking ass, hon! Thank you for your patience with this. I hope it satisfies your request!]

A = Aftercare

His go-to is taking a bath with you. Cleaning up the mess he made of you (and on you) and cuddling until the water isn’t so warm anymore. He doesn’t notice how clingy he is, as he doesn’t want anything less than his arms wrapped around you for the most part. 

B = Body part

On him, his hands. Shit, he's strong, and his hands have something to show for it. They’re so gentle with you and adore having your waist fill them. He loves your waist area. Holding it and letting his thumbs run along your back or drawing circles around your stomach.

C = Cum

Loves fucking you until cum starts trailing down your thighs or slopping against him. A visual reassurance he’s making you feel good. Also likes pulling out and cumming on your hole, smearing it on you with his tip before sliding himself back in and going for a second round right there. He likes doing that almost as much as just cumming inside you.

D = Dirty Secret

Would so love to walk in on you masturbating one day. He’s thought about it so many times. He wants it entirely unexpected, so he doesn’t ever bring it up, but he has his hopes.

E = Experience

Well, he's got the gist of it. He never had the best luck with dating and didn't like it casually, but he's read and watched about plenty enough not to be ignorant about how the general of it goes.

His attitude is that he would rather have a connection with someone and learn about them thoroughly versus quick satisfaction, so whatever needs to be hands-on to learn, he's ready and willing.

F = Favorite Position

Being able to see your face is what he wants most. So ASIDE from somn basic, he likes holding you up either against a wall or with your legs wrapped around him. He isn’t so bummed about being so strong anymore since he can do that to you.

G = Goofy

So fucking goofy. He was so shy and nervous the first time you two did it he had to be a bit goofy to relax. Now, it's just his thing. He loves hearing you laugh, too, while you're having your fun. It makes it more intimate for him

It's also pretty hot to him how your laughter blends with your moans.

H = Hair

Well...uh...

I = Intimacy

Aside from being goofy he is a total cornball, too. Absolute goober. Holding you close and whispering all the sweet things, taking his time, looking you in the eye, and occasional random kisses on your forehead. Lots of non-verbal cornball shit

J = Jack Off

He doesn’t do it as much now that he’s in a relationship. Did it a lot when living alone and being so bored all the time. These days, it only happens when he’s been away from you for too long.

K = Kink

OVERSTIMULATION

I will die on this hill. He started liking it more and more when he figured out it wasn't hard for him to do it by accident—being overstimulated himself, though? Loves it. He wants to see how much he can push himself and take it. He'll whine and grip the sheets so hard he could tear them, fumbling over his words

"I can take it. I can take it."

L = Location

Perfectly content with keeping it in just the bedroom. He wouldn't feel that comfortable doing it outside unless there was certainty no one would be able to stumble on it (i.e., on the roof of a tall building or a middle of nowhere ass location). That and also some of the annoying inconveniences of what you could run into kill the mood for him

M = Motivation

It isn’t difficult at all to get him going. Oh, and especially if you make him something really good. Seriously, if you ever make him something that he likes a whole lot, it’s damn near some foreplay. Quickest route to getting fucked good.

N = NO

Not into any pain play of any kind. No biting or manhandling. He's too strong and would hurt you, which is the last thing he wants to do. Also doesn't want to be mean. Degrading is a no-no. 

O = Oral

Loves recieving for sure he ain’t quiet about that. When giving, he enjoys you thoroughly. He eats you up like he’s savoring his last meal and is in no rush at all. Not stopping just because you came either. 

P = Pace

Overall prefers to be slow and sensual. Making love like he's just stupid drunk off you. It's the intimacy of it that he favors. You might get surprised sometimes though; when you're getting closer and closer that's when he starts being rough and just has a massive grin on his face as he messes with you that way. You know he's plotting overkill when he's cheesing more than usual.

Q = Quickie

Absolutely! He could make it quick if need be. It’s not something he would do often intentionally, its more of a last option to you both being busy and a little sexually frustrated. He’d still prefer to “make it up to you” whether a quickie was resorted to or not.

R = Risk

For sure would try about anything at least once within your guys boundaries. Why not? It’s not often he has a suggustion, but when he does you gotta wonder what’s running through his head when he’s quiet. He don’t even know some shit he says can be considered kinda freaky and is so nonchalant about it. 

S = Stamina

Strongest guy in the known universe. No need to guess! It's great that he doesn't tire out until he doesn't and you are whipped. You're in control of when you two stop. He could go all day, and would. He'd be so down for just a day of nothing but nasty.

T = Toys

They are so damn expensive and that irks him. However! Dude will use anything you already have. Once he realized how much of a friend these devices were, it became a weapon. Straight-up murder. His overstimulation kink would go berserk. That being said, any toys that use batteries are his enemy. Batteries get expensive with a kink like that.

U = Unfair

Quite a bit but he's still a bit goofy. "You sure? Absolutely sure? Positive?"He does it mostly for laughs, or because you thought you could do the same and he's giving it back. As much as he likes to just take his time touching you it messes with you eventually. Oh but if he's in the middle of just tearing you up and he's got you all a noisy mess, he's looking to push your buttons.

V = Volume

Mostly it's his heavy, trembling breathing that makes the most noise. He's more vocal when he's getting closer Cursing under his breath and moaning your name. If you want a crybaby, though, you can get one if you play into that overstimulation kink. Just don’t get another noise complaint on you guys 

W = Wild Card

Mutual masterbation would be so enjoyable for him. You get a whole full view of how he looks at you and how hard you make him, and watch how he tries so badly to let you finish by yourself instead of swoop in and make you come himself. It drives him NUTS.

X = X-Ray

Considering how average he presents himself, it would fit that he's also average in the pants. Not huge, not small, not super girthed up or anything. 5 and some odd inches is the average.  Throwing in though he has the most excellent Adonis belt you could feast your eyes on because of all that training he did.

Y = Yearning

Higher than you’d assume. As chill as he seems it’s just a bit surprising. He’ll jump from his chill state to horny. Being as quiet as he is though it’s just hard to catch on to when naughty thoughts start cycling until they finally get to him. 

Z = ZZZ

It makes him relaxed enough to fall asleep not to long after, but he can hold out until he knows you’re properly taken care of. That sleep is about to be deep as hell, though

[kaybreezy3000]

I was rewatching the seasons of my favorite dysfunctional family and I don't know if it's me or Five has a certain interest in blondes. I mean, Delores is blonde, Autumn (the one Five flirts with when she goes to pick up Luther) is blonde, and I think the dancer she was watching is also blonde. I don't know, I'm just saying that I find it curious… what do you think?

I think you are on to something. 😊

The show gave us many reasons to think that Five has a 'certain interest in blondes,' and the photographic evidence doesn't lie, especially when we are talking about how he specifically envisions Dolores after he gets magically goobered on by Jamie in season 3.

-see exhibit A:

(FYI-we are getting really serious with this one. Imagine a big nerd-aka-me, nervously doing a PowerPoint for the class. My pointer just smacked the white board with this image blown up on it, waking up most of the back row😂):

Here, Five clearly imagines or 'sees' Dolores as a blonde.

When it comes to that, we should probably assume when he found his partially intact mannequin while wandering the apocalypse, it's unlikely her wig would have been intact due to the extreme heat the tiny plastic fibers would have been exposed to. So, he's not basing it off that, or he probably isn't. Either way, thankfully Five's beloved mannequin wasn't completely destroyed in the blast or who knows what our poor guy would have done to maintain hope, and more importantly, cling to his sanity.

Five could have seen Dolores as anything, that being the version we saw in this scene didn't look exactly like the 70's store mannequin with her sharp Mona Lisa's like features, but he chooses to see in her as a very soft and loving person whose expression is beautifully full of life and youthfully round. He could have even aged her up with him as he got older but he apparently didn't.

So....

I say it's pretty evident Five wanted to see Dolores this way, and that says something about what his tastes are when it comes to romantic attraction.

Interestingly, when you think about that and the idea of who he could potentially see himself with romantically in the real world, maybe that also means Five would not oppose to being with someone younger. Many people do not like the idea of that, or him being with anyone at all, and I totally understand all of those takes, but based on what we saw multiple times, Five seems very much the type to want this type of intimacy we see above, and as we saw in season 1 with him and Dolores, he's for sure not against physically romantic gestures both openly and privately with his more plastic version of Dolores. He was always so protective and loving with her. Just the way he holds her is proof that this troubled man has so much love left in him. 😭

Also, on that track, it's not that far out there to think that Five might go for a someone far outside his mental age. I don't think he'd be horribly in the wrong for it either as long as he wasn't going for someone super young, like a minor. That would be a big no for me, and I can't see him doing that.

Many people in real life are with other's that have big age gaps, and many people are old souls at a young age, and I could see Five starting over with someone younger that challenges him in all the right ways. Maturity hits us all at different paces, and in some ways, I feel Five isn't really grown up yet even though he thinks he is. It's been said that all the Hargreeves have an emotional IQ that's somewhat laughable but that is why we love them and it's also very relatable. We all have our issues, and sadly, Five Hargreeves is a man that has many that aren't his fault. 🙃

When we are talking about Jack's club and Five's visit there, well, yes, again, Five shows a strong interest in what he's seeing going on around him.

-see exhibit B-'Autumn':

Another blonde! Five picked her out of the other girls working the floor, and then he hit on her!

It makes me laugh every time I think about her telling Luther about it. To me, it seemed Autumn was equal parts flustered and smitten by what he did, and I can't blame her for that considering the adorably smug confidence Five can throw down when he means business.

But the point is, you are right, Five intentionally picked another blonde.

Then...

-see exhibit C 'The Dancer':

Not a great picture to prove it, but the woman on stage was a blonde, and...

Five does seem to be enjoying himself. Just look at that contented face. Brilliantly hilarious how well Aiden Gallagher plays this off.

Needless to say, Five is very comfortable, and he appears to be particularly distracted by what is in front of him despite the real reason why he is at that club and how important it is that he find his siblings and gets them all out of there.

Add all this together and all signs from the show's source material point to Five having an appreciation for the female form, or maybe better put, for him desiring something a little curvier and softer to hold on to than his big bro Luther when he is lugging his exceptionally drunk ass home.

Long before we saw how Five envisioned Dolores; this scene at the club was why I wrote most of my fanfics with him ending up in some kind of romantic relationship with a person that fills these more 'feminine-ish' characteristics that he seems so drawn to.

That said, and the show's repeated evidence aside, I have written Five with a red-head that was very much his equal, and I have also paired him with a trans female-one who happened to be blonde and was a professionally trained dancer, so for that one I stayed true to what the show was pushing for the most part. 😉 To me, who Five is with doesn't have to be someone that fits in any one box. The more interpretations we have out there of how to love, or even who we can love, the better.

All that said, this reply is in no way meant to hurt or judge anyone who doesn't see things this way. I have read so many other stories by so many great fanfic writers that pair Five with all kinds of amazing people. He could fall in love with his Fudge Nutter for all I care. 😂

To me, it doesn't matter if Five is even in a romantic thing or not, and I know that's not what your question was about or what it was suggesting, but I wanted to clarify that for anyone who is possibly not grooving with what I am trying to say.

I like good writing that shows us something broken but beautiful inside the characters. That is why I do some of my stuff with the reader insert/or 'you' character being someone that can be anyone and I leave out the physical characteristics. I want to have something out there with Five that we can all imagine ourselves being a part of if that's your thing.

But, that said, when answering your real question, and when you look at what the show heavily gave us to go on, most of the time I have followed along with the idea that Five has a thing for the lovely blondes. And when I write him, I try to base my thoughts on him, as well as all the other characters, mostly on cannon ideas from the show, though sometimes I do so loosely or by expanding them drastically because I am attempting to create new and exciting storylines that we haven't had the joy of reading before or seeing on screen.

There you go, my fellow Five/TUA fan. Another book length answer coming from me over some super important stuff. 😁

Thank you for asking such a fun question that lets us revisit some very fun scenes from our favorite show.

☮️&❤️ Breezy

[enkays-den]

Skizz Week 2, Day 6: Pet/Pal

@skizzlemanweek

1k, mentions of dubious use of armadillos in sportsball, Skizz, Tango, Zedaph, Etho

“Skizz! What are you doing around these parts?” Tango jumped down from his balcony, alighting softly beside his friend.

“First off dude, I live like, twenty seconds away. Second, Etho summoned me! And when the king summons, I come a-runnin’!”

“That’s true, he’s a rare sight,” Tango agreed. “I was certain that with Iskall starting his vault expeditions, we wouldn’t be seeing him for another couple weeks.” 

A pink firework exploded a couple hundred feet away, drawing their attention.

“Who’s pink? Stress?” Tango asked.

“No, can’t be, she would have sent me a giant ‘ELLO’ at some point,” Skizz said, squinting.

Another burst of pink, a little closer this time.

“Catch me, fellas!” A man’s voice called.

“Oh that’s Zed for sure,” Tango said, stepping out of the way.

Skizz saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and stepped so he was in front of Tango, his back facing the smaller man. “Where are you going? You’re gonna help me catch him!”

“Me?!” Tango yelped, trying to escape Skizz’s radius. “What am I gonna do, you’re like half a foot taller than me!” Zedaph was closing in, a speeding blond bullet in the air.

“Help me brace!” Skizz’s voice was filled with that seemingly oblivious optimism. He was holding his arms out to Zed’s rapidly approaching form.

“We’re gonna die,” Tango deadpanned, accepting his fate and putting his hands on Skizz’s shoulder, unsure of how to “brace” for this.

Zed crashed into Skizz’s open arms, his weight sending Skizz, Zed, and Tango screaming and tumbling backwards into the (moderately) soft grass. Eventually, the screams turned into laughter as the three men detangled themselves.

“Gon’ feel that in the morning,” Zed groaned, grinning and stretching his back.

“You’re such a buttface,” Tango accused. “Why can’t you just land?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Zed asked mischievously. 

Skizz gave the Brit a quick hug. “Good to see you, man. Etho message you too?”

“Yeah, wonder what he wants?”

“Same, I thought it was just postal biz, but apparently not,” Tango said, pushing himself to his feet.

“Maybe he just messaged everyone that’s here right now,” Zed suggested.

“Well now I don’t feel special, Zeddle Bop, thanks!” Skizz pouted like a child, earning teasing pokes from his friends.

Skizz ran over to Etho’s gorgeous Asian-style base and knocked on his door frame. “E! Your poss-e is here!”

“Just a sec, Skizz!” Etho’s voice echoed from inside his house.

A few seconds later, Etho jumped from the story above, landing almost silently on the wood flooring. “Hi guys,” he said awkwardly.

“Hey Eefers,” Tango said. “What’s so important you called us goobers over?”

“It’s over in this room over here, follow me.”

The four of them walked to a room in Etho’s basement, and Tango gasped.

In a large caged pen filled with sand (the sand was directly on the floor???) were about two dozen armadillos, either wandering the perimeter of their enclosure or lounging on a flat piece of sandstone.

“Oh. My. Gosh! There’s so many!” Tango squeaked. 

“Can I pick one up?” Zed asked eagerly.

“Sure, just be gentle when you approach them, otherwise they’ll roll into a ball.”

“Where did you get so many of these guys?” Skizz asked as Tango and Zed approached the pen. 

“Ren wanted me to get a whole bunch for his soccer game,” Etho said.

“Is he really going to kick these little guys around?” Skizz asked, concerned.

“Not technically kicking,” Etho defended. “It’s wind charges only, they just roll, and they don’t get hit. Cub already did lots of testing, and they seem fine as long as they aren’t constantly rolling for more than like, five minutes. I’m looking to breed a lot more of these guys and maybe do some revamps of the rules to make rounds shorter.”

“PETA’s gonna roll in and bust this whole operation open,” Skizz joked.

Etho chuckled. “Maybe, but I’m not the one who made the game, that’s all Ren.”

“Classic Etho, always placing the blame on someone else,” Tango quipped, holding a baby armadillo the size of a grapefruit in his hands. “These guys are sooooo cute!”

“Okay, now I wanna grab one of these goobers,” Skizz said. “Move over!”

He eyed a particularly large armadillo on the sandstone slab and scooped it up. Its armor was almost like a hard basketball. The armadillo blinked its tiny black eyes at him and let out a little squawk.”

“Uh oh,” Etho said, grabbing the animal from Skizz’s hands. “Be right back!” He ran out of the room, leaving behind three very confused hermits.

“I… didn’t even know they could make noises, let alone sound like a doggy toy,” Skizz said, laughing.

“Truly nature’s most majestic of creatures,” Zed said wisely, feeding an armadillo a little piece of apple from a bowl Etho had on the floor.

“They’re apparently also ticking time bombs,” Tango noted, turning over the armadillo in his hands to examine the furry belly. “Maybe they’re vicious.”

“This little lad for sure is destroying this apple slice,” Zed said seriously.

Etho returned, panting a little. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Sometimes when one of them starts screaming, it sets the whole group off.”

“Jeez, one heck of an alarm system,” Skizz said.

“Doc can use it the next time someone messes with his redstone,” Tango deadpanned.

“Did the person who did that ever come forward?” Etho asked, scratching under his mask.

“They apologized, anonymously,” Zed said.

“If it even was just one person,” Tango countered.

“My diamonds are still on Cub,” Zed said, shrugging. By this point, he’d fully climbed into the pen and had three armadillos on his lap looking for fruit.

“Those things are glued to you, man,” Skizz said

Tango gasped, turning to his friend. “Zed, Aerial Armadillo Service!”

Skizz burst out into giggles

Etho laughed. “Oh no,” he said between breaths.

“Etho, Skizz, you wanna help dangle these dudes?” Zed asked.

The two of them exchanged a silent look. Etho’s eyes crinkled with barely held back mirth. Skizz grinned.

“You know it, Bop.” 

[artzytrash]

Just woke up and need to get out all my thoughts on the Backyard Sports trailer before I go to work

First of all. THAT'S MY BOY!!! MY SON!! I popped off so hard when I saw him. I LOVE that they aren't trying to "modernise" the game by any means (cus that worked so well for them last time /s) and are retaining the early 2000s feel that makes the OG games so beloved

KENNY!! MY OTHER SON!! I love that they used his hair and eyes from the atari design. Probably the best thing they could have done with him.

KIESHA!!! She's so silly. This might be nitpicky but I'm a lil unsure about them making her hair more pointy than round if that makes sense. But it's not a huge deal she still looks great!

The inclusion of the old character sprites was really cute, good way of showing some characters that didn't appear physically. (Ernie was also in that one promo image but still) (I wish Sally could have appeared in the trailer as herself but I'll take this)

Favourite screenshots from the trailer. They're stanced tf up. The silly goobers.

Look I'm not saying this is my doing by any means, but it's pretty coincidental that, like immediately after I join the fandom, it gets a revival. And since I've joined I've been imaging what it would be like if they made another game in the series. Has Apollo given me the gift of the prophecy? /j

I'm very excited for this omg. I got hyperfixated on the series from watching one of my favourite streamers (Therm) play it and never actually played the games myself (I can't emulate the old ones currently cus I don't have a working PC), so I'm excited to be able to play them. I am actually looking at getting a PC very soon so maybe I'll actually play a bit of Baseball 97' or 2001 before then.

Also the music from the trailer is gonna be stuck in my head all day now I know it.

Last thing, I WILL be making art to celebrate the occasion, but I'm gonna be pretty busy this week with work, so it might take me a few days. I can probably find some doodles to post in the meantime, and I'm still working on a ton of aged up AU designs so expect more of them soon.

OK I'm done yapping now BYE

[giantchasm]

“What is it that the child has to teach? The child naively believes that everything should be fair and everyone should be honest, that only good should prevail, that everyone should have what they want and there should be no pain or sadness The child believes the world should be perfect and is outraged to discover it is not. And the child is right.”

WOO! After a little over a month and 60+ hours of drawing, it's finally finished. The Peony animatic I promised you has, at long last, arrived.

It took a lot of work, but I'm super happy with how it came out! And, tbh, I'm already planning more animatics I want to do in the future.

I think the majority of you are already acquainted with Peony, but just in case you aren't, here's a quick rundown of her story, or at least what's covered in the video:

Peony has always known her family experienced quite a bit of strife before her birth, but she doesn’t quite understand the full extent of it until getting caught up in a horrible accident. After nearly losing her life, the young magician develops an affinity for Soul magic— more specifically a connection with the spirit plane, and thanks to that, she’s able to meet two very special people. Her deceased granddad and her father’s long-gone ex-best friend are far from perfect people, but Peony quickly warms up to them anyways. She can see they were dealt an unfair hand in life, and that the tragedies they were involved with weren’t necessarily their fault. As she sees it, they deserve a second chance. So that’s exactly what she’s going to give them! Peony resolves to find a way to bring her dead loved ones back to life… developing her powers more and more along the way and providing her family some much needed closure. But is something like resurrection really possible? It seems Peony may be flying too close to the sun. A certain fluttering fiend is keeping an eye on her, telling her it won’t allow her to disrupt the natural order of things, and that one can’t undo what has already been done. But Peony? She doesn’t know how to listen. The young girl will stop at nothing until she saves her two guardian angels and sets her family right.

...She's a stubborn little goober, that's for sure.

I love her, though, I really do, and I hope you love her too. This video was a real passion project, and I'm super happy with how it came out. I'm glad I could get it finished just before the round 3 polls of the OC Tourney start.

Remember, everyone! Peony for president. Girl's already ready to throw hands with a god.

@kirbyoctournament

Some of my favorite frames will be under the cut with annotations/interesting details pointed out.

I really enjoyed the crayon drawing aspect of this video. The doodles were super fun to do and added a lot of character to it!

One may have noticed that the way Peony drew her mother's side of the family changed, though, as she told their story... and that's not just to represent them getting older! The way she drew their eyes and other stuff changed because during the later half she depicts them with their cybernetics, whereas during the beginning of their tale, she doesn't. Pretty cool stuff.

Technically, in Peony's story, she can't really touch/physically interact with the ghosts... at least not at the point in the timeline this part of the animatic takes place during. All the same, though, I decided to fudge it just a little for more interesting character interactions.

This frame depicts Peony's near death experience, LOL. Don't worry about it... she's fine in the end. In general, this segment of the animatic displays her story a little more chronologically, showing how she developed her powers, learned who the ghosts were, and got better and better at using aforementioned powers.

Shortly after Peony's near-death-experience, Morpho Knight tried to reap Sectonia and Haltmann for interfering with the living world and helping save her life. However, Peony, even not knowing who they were at the time, stood up for them- offering up her life, instead, and Morpho Knight, impressed by the display of bravery, allowed it to slide for now.

...Stars, it's going soft, isn't it? Stupid Kirby

Peony doing some detective work! I really like the framing of this drawing. Here you can see Taranza and Joronia when they were younger alongside Haltmann and Susie pre-cybernetics, like I mentioned earlier.

This bit is meant to be Peony finally confronting the ghosts (or- well, more specifically her granddad) about knowing who they are. She points out that she and him HAVE to be related. Look! They share the same hair fwoof!

There's a very distinct scene I have in my mind for the first time Peony is ever able to physically interact with the ghosts. She's making flower crowns and jokingly tries to put one on Sectonia's head, only for it to work. Needless to say, they're both shocked, then delighted.

These reunions make me feel things. Admittedly stuff is still a little complicated between Susie and her father, but ultimately she is glad to see him... and as for the spiders? I think they missed each other more than they could possibly put into words. They're so, so happy.

This is one of my favorite sets of frames. It took FOREVER to do all of the little doodles, but it turned out looking awesome, as did the ripping effect! See if you can spot all of the different family traumas she's depicted.

I like to think eventually Peony acquires some precious heirlooms. Sectonia hands down the matching scarf she had with Taranza but discarded when she went mad. Haltmann, meanwhile, no longer has his pocket watch, but when Peony tries to surprise him with a new one as a gift, only to realize he can't really hold onto it, he tells her to take care of it for him 'until he can.' This is something she does with pride.

Originally, I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with these sets of frames. I mean... I knew I wanted to have Peony walking past her family thriving, but I didn't know how I wanted to orient the group. I figured they'd be best in sets of two, but wasn't sure how to sort them out.

If I were to draw her parents with their dead loved ones, I feared I'd sort of be insinuating their bond with each other wasn't as important now that they had those dead loved ones back, and that isn't true at all. But if I were to draw the living characters and dead characters together... well, that wouldn't really represent how Peony changed the family, now would it?

Ultimately, I decided to draw Susie hanging out with Sectonia and Taranza talking with Haltmann. I thought it'd be a nice way to represent the group as a whole have become a ragtag sort of family. Everyone loves everyone here.

This is one of my favorite frames. I simply think it's so cute. Peony is so, so beloved, and she loves her weird little family so much, too.

I adore these final three frames. Throughout the animatic, the crayon drawings are used to represent her family's tumultuous past, but finally, Peony depicts a more positive moment, quite literally slapping it over a sad one. It's a symbol of her determination to rewrite their— rewrite her— story, no matter what it takes.

Little does she know, even if she ultimately can't bring Sectonia and Haltmann back from the dead, she's already given both them and her parents a happier ending. They're all together, at least, and that's what matters most.

[welcometothejianghu]

Hey, you! You should watch Hikaru no Go!

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: Hikaru no Go/Qi Hun/棋魂.

Based on the manga of the same name, this drama is the Chinese live-action adaptation of a story about a boy who plays Go, the spirit only he can see who teaches him how to play Go, and all the friends and enemies he meets along his journey to become a good Go player.

...Wait, no, come back. I swear it's more interesting than that makes it sound.

What it is, is a character-driven tale of a charming young boy who, among a bunch of weird and wonderful people who love him, grows up to be a charming young man.

(You see how his shirt says SWEETIE CUTIE? That is because he is a sweetie cutie.)

It's a sports manga, so you've got Training Montages and The Big Game and all sorts of tense moments like that. But there's also lots of fun, gentle plotlines that are equal parts tearjerking and heartwarming. It is incredibly written, act, and produced, and I can't believe that it's not more popular, because it's so good.

Here are five reasons you should watch it:

1: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Word of Honor is merely the second gayest thing I have ever seen a c-drama do. Hikaru no Go is gayer by an order of magnitude.

I think the way they got it past censorship was by saying, oh no, this isn't gay, it's just a sports rivalry! But come on, what do you mean sports rivalries aren't gay, have you seen how all those Canadian and US hockey players keep marrying one another? This is that. This is the tale of two boys who've been in love since they were seven figuring out that they've been in love since they were seven.

(And speaking of seven-year-olds, the kid casting is amazing.)

I mean:

This is an actual still from the show.

So is this.

So is this.

These are not taken out of context. The context would make them gayer. That's how gay they are for each other.

But you know what the best part is? They're not the only pairing. And I don't just mean this like, oh, here's two other cute boys, you can imagine the times they kiss -- I mean, the show itself has its own ships! Ships you wouldn't expect! Intergenerational gay Go solidarity!

Now here's the catch: You have to wait for it. But oh boy, the payoff had us clutching our heads and screaming as quietly as we could because it was after midnight and we were losing our minds.

That last episode!! You have to see it to believe it!!!

2: EMOTIONS!

Bring the tissues. There are parts where it was kinda hard for me to watch because I was sobbing.

Because it's a sports manga, there are lots of triumphs and tragedies. Not everybody can make it to The Big Game. Not everybody gets to live out their dreams. Sometimes you try your hardest and it's not good enough. Sometimes you play your best and you still lose. Some people have to give up on what they love. Some people who were there with us at the beginning don't get to make it with us to the end.

What really makes it is that the show sits with its emotions. Events will affect people's emotional states for multiple episodes to follow. People who have sadness don't just snap out of it. Loving someone doesn't automatically fix them. Shit's hard!

Of course, this contrast makes the triumphs even more wonderful. I will tell you that the show has a happy ending, but not always the ending you would expect would have been their happy ending. It is overall an incredibly uplifting show. You'll need tissues for that, too.

3: (Nearly) Everything Is Pretty Dang Normal

Part of what I mean by that is that while a lot of the actors are real pretty, they're also done up in ways where, like, if you met this person on the street, you would think, this person is pretty! and not, what the hell fancy-ass magazine cover did you just step off of?

Look at these normal goobers:

There are two exceptions to this. The first is Chu Ying, because he is a ghost energy being from the distant past, and ghosts energy beings from the distant past get astonishing eyeliner.

The second is Fang Xu, because his actor, Han Mubo, is an actual idol. Congratulations on your face, sir.

However, I also mean that the story is delightfully mundane. Sure, there's that one supernatural element to it, but everything else is just a regular story about regular people who have regular human problems. There are characters who disappoint their parents and mentors, struggle to pay their bills, try to balance school and extracurricular activities, have crushes, argue with teachers, flake on responsibilties, get lost in the woods, and do some pretty normal human things. Nobody's avenging anyone or trying to slay anything. It's just people being people.

It's even a bit of a period piece -- the show starts out in 1997, then jumps forward to the late '00s, so everything's just charmingly slightly outdated. Damn, I love everybody's flip phones.

4: Actually Good Television

Okay, if you like c-dramas, you know they can be ... janky. Episodes sometimes end practically in the middle of sentences. CG leaves much to be desired. Obvious cuts and last-minute overdubbing really stand out. You can tell where the censorship mandates got in there and started mucking around with things. That kind of jank.

This show feels different. It feels like someone thought out each episode, start to finish, and then created each piece to fit that vision. Every episode even has a title and beautiful title card. They start and end in dramatically logical places. The cinematography isn't anything particularly artful or experimental, but it's solid and clean and lovely. (And if you're sick of shows so dark you can't see them, you've got no worries here.)

The CG in the show is unobtrusive, and most of it is spent making Chu Ying subtly transparent.

There are a bunch of secondary characters, but to me that never felt overwhelming. Most of them are interesting, three-dimensional characters, no matter how short their screen time is. And while there definitely could have been more female characters, the show itself is pretty open about how sexism in the Go world means that it's mostly a boys' club -- and the ladies that are there are great.

In short, this is a show you can show to people who don't have c-drama brain and thus are less inclined to overlook some of the more cringeworthy aspects of their productions. I bet that your Average American Television Enjoyer Who Can Handle Subtitles would have no trouble getting into the groove of it, which I imagine could be very useful for those of you who have people you'd like to watch c-dramas with, except you don't feel like stopping every five minutes to apologize for one thing or another.

5: Better Than The Source Material?

This is the point where I have to admit that I myself have never read the manga or seen the anime. I came into this with only the vaguest familiarity with the source material. I can only tell you that the live-action drama is good; I can't swear that it's better.

However, @jianghootinandhollerin can speak to this comparison more authoritatively than I:

When I was 20, Hikaru no Go (manga) was my favorite thing, the primary obsession, the source of multiple livejournal themes, custom winamp skins, and a fanfic where Hikaru got a go stone stuck up his nose. Because of this deep love in my history, I was dubious about a live action version and the changes it made, but hey, turns out, those changes were exactly what the 20 years older version of me needed. This version of the story benefits so much from having the full, completed story to work from from the outset. The manga didn't know where it was ending when it started, but this show got to, and the story gets to be richer and the characters' stories get to be deeper thanks to that. And also, very importantly: everyone is older and much, much gayer.

Look, I understand if "but it's not the original manga/anime" is a dealbreaker for you. There are adaptations of things I can't watch because no matter how good the end product may be, I'm going to hold it against it that it's not the source I'd rather be seeing, and that's not a fair standard. That's fine. It happens.

But if you can, give this a go (pun unintended). It does not replace the original thing; it is a different take on the same idea. And yeah, it's one that really speaks to me here, on the other side of forty as I am. Maybe I would have missed it at twenty, but the person I am now really respects its attitude that while Being The Best is all well and good, it is not the only thing, and it is absolutely not more important than being yourself and doing what you love with the people you love. Sometimes you peak and can't advance anymore, so you become a teacher, and you know what, that's better than okay, that's actually pretty great. (Do I overidentify with Bai Chuan? Listen: maybe.)

Have I convinced you to watch it yet?

You can watch it on iQiyi, or you can watch it on iQiyi's YouTube channel. I hope you love it as much as I do.

[silvyslayer42]

saiki k headcannons (very very long post)

-kurumi + kuusuke have weird unnaturally sharp teeth that are lowkey scary if you look at them for too long. kusuo also has it but he hides it.

-if you think at kusuo, he can hear you no matter where you are. the psychickers (+ his family) know this and use it against him.

-kusuo is an unwilling empathy crier. if someone starts crying near him, he will at least start to tear up. he finds it an extreme inconvenience and does everything he can to hide it. this only really happens with people in his direct vicinity though, so no movie characters or random people in his telepathy radius.

-too many characters have similarly colored eyes, so here’s a lightning round with some eye color changes

akechi: periwinkle. it just makes sense to me ok?? a silly color for a silly goober. it grows on me more the more i think about it.

aren: dark magenta with a hint of red. i think it represents his personality better

toritsuka: dark grey. i like it and have no explanation for it. honorable mention goes to pink because it makes him match with saiki

also aiura has neon yellow eyes not green they are not green her eyes are not gre

-kusuo gets a pretty normal amount of sleep all things considered, in fact he probably gets maybe an hour or so more than average most nights because he just loves sleeping so much. kuusuke does not even go out of his way to get a bed for himself because the only sleep he gets is when he forgets to take his bi-hourly injection of whatever he’s using in place of caffeine and passes out on top of whatever he’s working on for ≈3 minutes before jolting himself awake and going back to work. if he really has to nap for whatever reason he claims the floor is plenty comfortable.

-kusuo has sedatephobia (fear of silence). while the peaceful tranquility of putting people’s thoughts on mute with the ring is nice, if he were to somehow be put into a situation with no noise at all or even just very little noise I think he’d be pretty freaked. he’s never had a truly quiet moment before, so it’s only a natural reaction to be uncomfortable with it. he would avidly deny it if asked though, even if he gets visibly anxious from it.

-kuusuke has never used bugs against kusuo directly because he thinks phobias are a cheap and uncreative tactic. the birthday card thing doesn’t count because that was only psychometry images.

-it’s not really a psychic power but all of the pk psychics have extremely strong intuitions. like they just Know things sometimes. this is basically canon for at least kusuo but that besides the point. the jury is still out on whether akechi also has the psixth sense or if he’s just weird but he is definitely on the same page as everyone else most of the time because of his near psychic analysis of his situation and surroundings

-kusuo can use transform on other people but it never comes up bc why would he do that when hypnosis is so much easier? something something genderbend episode

-kusuo had a very bad no good week like right before he got his limiters where his hair became uncuttable and he was forced to have a mullet until it culminated in kusuo willing himself into developing heat vision and cutting his hair with it to mixed results.

-each of the saiki’s think they’re the more normal one balancing out the rest of the family’s weirdness but no. all of you are weird there is no balance

-more of an opinion than a headcanon, but being average/“normal” was never really what saiki wanted. what he’s actually after is peace, and he just happens to associate those things with it. that’s why he changed the world to perceive his unusual attributes as normal when he was younger instead of changing himself to appear normal, what he truly wants is a world that he can be himself in and be at peace at the same time. the reason he refuses to admit this, even to himself, is because of his own lack of self-acceptance. you guys don’t understand he’s such an angsty and tragic character actually ! a poor little meow meow even ! listen to me !!

-kusuo and kuusuke NEED to have a “let’s take ibuprofen together” moment i will not be explaining further

-kuusuke works above board a lot, but he is definitely doing some “under the table” stuff when it comes to selling the shit he makes because he just does not care and wants money to fund his games. he is confident he will never get caught and even if he’s wrong kusuo is reversing that shit to avoid the trouble it would cause him.

-kuusuke does love robotics (specifically with making weapons but he does indulge in the gadget or two), and that is definitely his favorite to do stuff with and the thing he is most passionate about, but don’t be fooled, he does everything. any science under the sun and he is probably an expert on it. special mentions of things he knows a lot a lot about go to neuroscience, physics, biology, first aid/general medicine, pharmacology (technically canon because of that muscle relaxent from the cattank arc) and anything that you could realistically make a psi pun with.

-sometimes kuusuke randomly decides that a random ass guy is the person of the week he wants to piss off (to him it’s like being annoying to an animal, very amusing ^^). positive things about this: it’s normal a really bad person he decides to be a menace to like a rich guy or a corrupt politician. bad things about this: he has had to deal with hired hits on him before

-aiura can get a very accurate read on someone’s personality near instantly and has an encyclopedic knowledge on everyone. she knows your birthday and she knows what you want. teruhashi too but not because she’s psychic she’s just also weird.

-aiura has a very bad sleep schedule because she gets woken up in the middle of the night by visions of disaster. this is NOT THE SAME as kusuo’s visions !! kusuo is tormented in his sleep, she is kept awake. aiura also sometimes has visions of shit right before it happens and if it’s a bad thing she has to think quick on her feet to stop it.

-aiura does not stop helping people she just gets a little bit better at being discreet. eventually she goes freelance and owns her own shop for occult stuff good for her

ok that’s all i got for now. tune in whenever i decide to do this again for more bangers

[soapyghost]

Comrade, I humbly request Graves being a lovesick goober. Just an absolute mess for fem!reader and, if you’re feeling silly, the 141 and Los Vaqueros roasting him mercilessly for it.

Southern Comfort- Graves x F!Reader

A/N: Now this. This I can get behind. This is gonna be in the same AU as Snow- but pre the betrayal! Because I HC graves to be an absolute smoosh southern boi (and he deserves just some adorable lil fluff before the trauma) Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of violence if you squint and then a liiiiiiil bit of nsfw at the very end. nothing insane. just some smoochin

“Ye-fuckin’ ha 3-1 copy that. All Shadows, Oscar” Graves voice over the radio instantly bringing a smile to your face. He was coming home. You knew it was silly to worry every time Graves went on a mission without you but you couldn’t help it. You felt truly useless sitting at base and not out in the field; but he had insisted on you staying back and keeping your ear to the radio signal for el Sinombre.

It was incredibly hard to not tackle Phillip the minute he stepped foot of the plane, and it took every ounce of self control to keep yourself in line. You knew Graves felt the same, it was written all over his face “Shadows! 141! Los Vaqueros! Mission success- drinks on me” Graves whooped and the entire base erupted into cheers and “yup yup”’s.

After what felt like an eternity you two were finally alone. You had an hour to decompress before it was time to meet everyone at the bar outside of base. After a quick shower you and Phillip settled onto the couch in the lounge just enjoying the presence of each other. His strong arms around you, the feeling of home. You had just closed your eyes to soak in the moment when you heard Alejandro yell “Holy shit Hermano! I didn’t know you even knew how to relax. Let alone have a-“

“Shut up Alejandro” you mutter, snuggling deeper into Graves chest. You hear him chuckle as he walks away. You knew you were about to get absolutely grilled at the bar, but that could wait for 15 more minutes of bliss.

You didn’t know when but the rhythm of Phillips heart and breathing lulled you to sleep. He moves slowly to lean down and kiss you on the forhead “My love, we have to go” his southern accent thick, just like it is when he first wakes up. He must have fallen asleep as well, “mmmm 5 more minutes” you murmur as you nuzzle him. “Sugar, we’re already late. They’re gon’ come in here n’ drag us” he whispered, peppering you with kisses. He moved from your forhead down to the tip of your nose, finally landing to give one of his honey sweet kisses. “I could just carry you” he muses. “Absolutely not. We’re already going to get so much shit” you sigh.

The bar was packed to the brim with drunken happy bodies. Missions that were successful without any casualties were far and few between. You and the whole squad decide to do some shots in honor of a mission well done. Of course it’s fireball, which makes your eyes water as it goes down. You sputter and catch your breath as Graves’s calloused hands grab on to your shoulders “ya alright doll?” He asks, leaning down close. Chuckles escape from behind you, but he doesn’t move. His face turns a bright red, maybe from the alcohol or maybe from embarrassment. You force a laugh and nod your head, as you shoot the 141 task force a dirty look.

“I’m surprised you even let her out yer sight Graves” soap laughs, “if she’d get a paper cut your world might fall apart!” Soap and Gaz burst out laughing. Phillip roles his eyes as he lets you go and settled back down on the bar chair.

“Yeah Graves, what would you do if she ever got hurt?” Price asks. He tilts his head as Phillip turns an even brighter shade of red. “Sh-she can handle her own” he stutters out. Which only sends the task force into another round of chuckles. “And what about that snuggle sesh in the common room earlier!” Gaz shouts out. This causes Graves to groan and put his head on the table. “At least he gets some, unlike some people here” you spit back as you take a sip of your drink.

Halfway through your third drink you stand up to excuse yourself to the bathroom and Graves stood up to escort you. The table of 141, Alejandro and Rudy all nearly burst out laughing. You both turn and shoot a look at Price- “what?” Graves growled. The two of them widen their eyes and hold their hands up in mock defeat. You roll your eyes as you turn around head towards the bathroom. As you reach the door you feel a familiar grip on your waist as you’re shoved against the wall. A giggle escapes your throat as you look up in those beautiful blue eyes.

“They want a show? I’ll give ‘em a show” he growls, his lips crashing int yours. You can taste the cheap beer and fireball on his lips. It’s not often that he shows this much affection in public so you’re going to soak it all in. You part your lips for his tongue and whip up one leg onto his back as the whoops from your table grow louder.

You break away first to catch your breath, “You know they’re going to give you shit for this” you whisper, another giggle escaping your throat. “So what? They don’t get to do this” he replies as he grabs your hand and pulls you into the bathroom door and clicks the lock.

[sonic-oc-showdown]

ROUND 1

Slime belongs to @empty-ted

Mira belongs to @fleetways

Find out more about them below!

Slime the Sea Slug:

They’re a leaf sheep sea slug and an all around a silly goofy goober. They were picked up by pirates and is now part of the crew

Chimera Baby "Mira":

Chimera Baby is a chimera (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chimera_(genetics)) and the oldest child of Sonic and Shadow. Mira was raised in the Chao Garden where she ate fruit and engaged in frequent karate matches and races and was very happy. As a young child she was very sweet and loving to her fathers but as she got older she has begun to experience latent Black Arms patricidal urges (exclusively towards Shadow).

Mira is the slowest in her family (but faster than you!), but has a very strong connection to chaos energy making her quite the powerhouse. However, she still has a long ways to go before she can actually hope to defeat Shadow. In her teen years Mira has become somewhat of a delinquent, speaking very little and preferring to get her messages across through action alone. She is the older sister of Mochi, who often acts as a mediator whenever she randomly tries to attack Shadow in the Costco.

[cat-and-fox-hub]

[Drillet Doods #3] Chubby Bbys

Made by Cat, aka AW/Researcher Serif

If you thought the twins were chubby now, Dole gestures that the twins were pretty chubby back then too. And while normally, one would lose the baby fat as they grew up, they never seemed to lose it due to you hunting and feeding so much (him included). Flustered, you punched him. Can't a guy want someone to eat well?

Someone sent pics of cute sausage kibbies found in her backyard or adjacent so I drew my own versions! Two week old chubby drillets at your service!

They're Dole's pride and joy and the only difference between back then and now is the twins switching who blepped and that they've matured into toddlers. Their shape stays the same lol.

Think i did a bit better with colors, yellow might blend but eh. Good enough! Hope you enjoy!

(Enjoy some bonus Bbys an sum tiny lore!)

"And here's my kids! They were pretty round back then too not gonna lie... Macaroon was a pretty sleepy pup, always napping and Tart was as energetic as ever. Bit of a nipper though. And unfortunately still is... Meringue was even smaller than he was as a lil blob, had to carry him in my sweater majority of the time. Loved kneading my stomach, the goober. Cheesecake was all down fluff and curious chirps. My head was a favored spot and they copied everything─" [The next four hours were spent rambling with many mementos shown.]

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[Drillet Art Description]

If you thought the twins were chubby now, Dole gestures that the twins were pretty chubby back then too. And while normally, one would lose the baby fat as they grew up, they never seemed to lose it due to you hunting and feeding so much (him included). Flustered, you punched him. Can't a guy want someone to eat well?

[Drillet Art]

(Left): Mousse (Right): Créme (Very Top): *A week old

You: "So cute~!"

[Bonus Art]

(Blue Text): Macaroon *A month old Tart

(Violet Text): Meringue

(Violet-Red Text): *3 weeks old

(Red Text): Cheesecake

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Teen!Gojo Satoru x reader - super short oneshot in which you go on your first real date...THE SEQUAL

as the title states, this is a sequal to my last Gojo Satoru post, which is linked above if you wanna read it! man oh MAN did this get me feeling all the good feels, date number two is better than the last!

words: 1138

warnings: cursing, angst maybe if you squint REALLY HARD, you guys know I hate angst sooo.... also very mushy feels ahead.

Satoru takes a deep, nervous breath, steadying himself as he readjusts his dark, round sunglasses. "Will you...go on a date with me?"

"...sure."

"...really?"

"I don't see why you need to practice for something like this, you guys are already dating," Geto sighed. Not only are you two already dating, but you already had your first date!

"Well last time, we just kinda planned it together, but then that made me think about how I never even asked Usagi-chan properly!" He pouted a little, crossing his arms at Geto's defiance.

"Asked Usagi-chan what," you echoed, strolling up to sit with your boyfriend. He was sitting with Geto just outside the dorms, eating a popsicle nearly as blue as his eyes. He grinned at you, deciding to take the opportunity to ask now. "Usagi-chan, will you go on a date with me," he asked with a sparkle in his eye and a flirtatious smile, laying on copious amounts of charm.

"...sure," you shrugged, stealing a bite of his popsicle. Satoru turned to Geto, a proud look on his face as he said, "man, I should practice with you more often." Geto just shook his head, grimacing at the thought.

~*~fancy time skip~*~

You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time, admiring your favorite elegant outfit (accompanied by the ring, bracelet, and necklace he bought you) as you awaited Gojo's knock on your door. Last time, you got ready together and helped each other pick outfits, which was cute but not what Satoru wanted this time. He wanted the real date experience™, and that included picking you up and whisking you away to whatever he considered a magical evening. In all honesty, your expectations were pretty high. Even if he was the goofiest goober to ever goober sometimes, he would still try his best to give you as much as he had.

You heard a knock at your room door, and you grabbed your things as you excitedly walked over to open it. There Satoru was, wearing a black tux and that face he always made when he was trying to flirt, which wouldn't work if he weren't so damn handsome. He leaned against your doorframe, looking down at you as he said, "your chariot awaits," in a sultry tone.

You glanced past him, looking at what appeared to be a used tandem bike in a shade of icy blue. You looked back and forth between the two of them, his face not changing despite him almost certainly knowing how you felt. "...I'm not riding that," you finally say, voice laced with laughter, and he just pouts. "I figured as much," he sighed sarcastically, walking over to the bike like a sad puppy and kicking it far into the distance.

He teleports away, returning with a black car in his hands and gently placing it on the ground. "there, one fancy princess car," he boasted. You walked over with a smile and a giggle, watching as he rubbed his hands together to get dust off of them. "Do you even know how to drive," you asked teasingly, to which he shrugged. "What's there to it?"

...yeah, your confidence wasn't in him. "How about I drive," you offered, to which he violently shook his head. "make you drive on our real date experience™? I don't think so." With that said, he only had one other option. He scooped you up, bridal style, and suddenly you were both standing outside a fancy, tasteful restaurant. Well, he was standing, you were still in his arms. "Wow, this is really nice, toru," you complimented excitedly, hopping out of his arms. You had never been to such a nice place before, not romantically anyways, and the two of you walked in to get a table. the hostess was typing away on her handheld, distracted and not looking up at you yet. "Hi, do you guys have a reservation?"

"No," Gojo chuckled, as if he thought they'd just be let in...he definitely thought they were just gonna walk in and sit down.

"Oh, well I'm sorry, but-" She looked up, immediately mesmerized by the sheer attractiveness the two of you had- "But...we have a table ready right now! Follow me," she said, utterly smitten, especially with Gojo. You were grateful for the table, and even more happy that Satoru didn't seem to really care about the hostess. You hated when people tried to flirt with him, although an inevitable experience, but it kind of fueled your pride to see him give less than a rat's ass about it. On the flip side, it fueled his ego to be flirted with, despite not giving a shit about the person who was flirting with him, unless it was you of course.

You were walked to the upstairs area over looking the practically glowing city of Tokyo, a big and diamond encrusted chandelier hanging above you two. The table was circular, a cloth as white as Satoru's hair sitting atop it, and a candle in an elegant glass sitting atop that.

"You really thought we'd pull up here on a neon-blue tandem bike," You giggled quietly, a little nervous about being loud as the restaurant was lacking people.

"Clearly you've never been to Germany," he sniffed, his face full of mock offense.

"Have you," you countered, chin resting in hand.

He was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a response. "...fuck, you're hot," he finally sighed, leaning in with a flirty smile as he removed his sunglasses.

His response stunned you for a moment, warmth spreading through your face as you went a little wide-eyed. Quickly regaining your composure, you laughed and rolled you eyes as you said, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Just figured you should know," he chuckled, his eyes filled with enamor. A waiter came by, smiling and taking your drink orders (and going a little pink at the sight of you). Seeing as you were both teenagers you couldn't order alcohol, so the two of you ordered virgin cocktails. The waiter left to put in your orders, and Satoru sighed.

"did you see the way that guy looked at you," he asked, his tone indecipherable. you couldn't tell if he was hyping you up, or jealous as hell. It was probably both. "I'm pretty sure we just went over this," you teased. He shrugged, smiling at something he was thinking about. "Not like I care about people lookin' at you, I can't blame 'em."

"really? You don't care," you asked astonishedly, your lips curving into an amused smile. "Why would I? Caring means I find them threatening, and nobody can threaten me. I'm the greatest!" He put his hands up a little, palms facing the ceiling as if to punctuate his statement. You just giggled and turned your attention to the menu, knowing he was just trying to reason with himself, and at the sight of you doing so Satoru did the same.

After a few minutes, the waiter came back with your drinks, dropping them off before taking his notepad out to take your orders. You ordered their skillfully prepared Kujira (pufferfish), and Satoru ordered their renowned Kobe beef. Once the waiter left, You raised a brow at your boyfriend. "You sure you can afford all this? I brought my wallet in case-"

He cut you off, putting a finger to your lips comically. "Relax Usagi-chan, let me treat you!" He acts like he hasn't once given you special treatment, despite your relationship admittedly having roots in gifts and acts of service. You removed his hand from your face, laughing. "yeah yeah, fine then," you conceded, leaning back in your seat.

The rest of the meal went similarly, making each other laugh, forgetting about anyone and anything else, and eating hella expensive despite the fact that you're pretty sure it wasn't exactly worth the money. You were both exiting the restaurant now, skipping dessert because Gojo refused to drop a bag on deconstructed baklava (Bro is serious about dessert). You ended up at a café, taking a cupcake sampler to-go and sitting outside in the grass.

"Ok, what first," Satoru mumbled to himself, giddy at the prospect of eating something sweet after the super savory dinner you both just had. You shut your eyes and played eeny-meeny-miny-moe over the clear plastic of the box, eventually landing on the Black Forest cake. Gojo eagerly removed it from the box, every cupcake no larger than the rim of a coffee cup and all decorated with icing.

They came with little forks, but he just took a big bite of it and passed it to you. "ewww, now it has your saliva," you complained sarcastically, taking it but not biting out of it just yet. "You don't feel that way when we make out," he said with a sly smile, knowing his argument was flawless. You rolled your eyes and smiled, not having anything else to say as you bit out of the cake. It was moist, fluffy, and chocolaty, the crème and cherry filling combining to make a rich and sweet flavor profile. Long story short, it was good.

Satoru could see the look on your face, how you thought it was delicious, and he got a different, strawberry cupcake to eat. Not before streaking his finger through the icing of yours and licking it off, though. "Hey," you whined, although actually largely unbothered, and took the strawberry off the top of his cupcake. He whipped his head to you, betrayal on his face, before bursting out laughing for no reason.

"What," you asked, confused, and licked some icing off of your lips. "J-just...hold on," he said between snickers. He leaned in, gently taking your face in his hand and wiping icing off of your cheek with his thumb. He kissed the tip of your nose, effectively removing the icing there as well.

He could feel the way your face heated, and he could see how much his gentle touch affected you. It made him melt inside, just a little. Just enough to get vulnerable. He pulled back, knees tucked against his chest and chin resting against them as he gazed at the stars to avoid eye contact. "You know...I never thought I'd be able to be with you."

You cocked your head a little, confused. He what? Gojo Satoru, the embodiment of a god complex, didn't think he could be with you?

"How do you mean," You asked gently, eyes never leaving his side profile.

He sighed, chuckling wryly as he got his thoughts in order.

"Don't get me wrong, I wasn't worried about not dating you, I just...I never thought anyone could keep my attention long enough. I was worried I'd get sick of you, and that scared me because I really, really liked you. Buuuut I didn't get bored. I just kept falling more and more in love with you, which is funny 'cause I still am. I kinda feel stupid for it. I kinda like feeling stupid."

You listened to his monologue, watching as his the wind tousled his spikey white hair, as his colorless lashes fluttered, and as his lips curved into an embarrassed smile. He looked at you for the first time since he started talking, those piercing blue eyes grabbing the attention of your very soul.

You didn't know what to say, so you didn't speak. You just leaned in, taking his face in your hands, and gave him the longest, most loving kiss either of you have ever experienced. It wasn't lustful or passionate, not like your other kisses, but instead it held a gentleness, a purity, that made it special. You didn't pull back until he did, so you were there for a while, just embracing each other.

he laughed at himself as you finally broke away from each other, shaking his head. "Ahhhh fuck," he sighed, smiling as he pressed his forehead to his knees.

"what," you asked, laughing with him because his laughter was just that contagious.

"See, I told you," He chuckled, turning his head so now his cheek was to his knees, his eyes filled with a mix of hilarity and love for you.

"I just can't stop falling in love with you."

you guys stop I'm gonna make myself cry 😭

as always, please leave a comment if you liked it/have criticism! You know I just love love love hearing from you!

tagging @satoruontopofme because they asked for pt 2 in the comments of pt 1!