#sudoku and chill

[ringosmistress]

[musicalyikes]

idk what to do at birthday parties where i don’t know anyone here, it’s a three day long affair, and im not totally fluent in the language like ?? idk

[figgyblossom]

☠️☕️🌄

[kohaioi]

HIIIII i'm back :D

[castielsparkle]

i have literally been awake for ten minutes and the only rhing keeping me from like blowing myself up is this can of peaches, redownloading sudoku app, and my tunes of course

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay, your head canons (get it? Am so hilarious) with our dear big tittied viltrumites (Nolan, conquest, thragg. I don't think kregg has such big ones but we love him anyway?) was Amazing, loved them

But they got me thinking about a petvincible harem + the four of them 😮😮. Would it be chaotic asf? Yes, but what's better then like 20+ (I cannot keep track of all the invincible variants, but add your OC ones aswell cause I love them) pairs of man boobies? 4 more pairs of man boobies.

I just really like the idea of them all sharing a tiny three bedroom apartment with a working reader, it makes my little gay heart happy. I also like like the idea of big strong men getting dicked down, can ya blame me?

Thank you for reading my yap session my favorite gator 🤗🤗

I know these men hate to see me comin, they would never know peace.

i have like no gifs i can use for this stuff, so have these ones instead.

what should i call this group? they arent petvincibles, so... viltruwives?

At this point, readers neighbors gotta think he's in some polygamist cult, or that he's in some super kinky relationship, cuz he's got these four massive buff men coming and going. Whys that one wearing so much leather? (idk, I feel like Conquest would think leather is fancy, you can't tell me this guy wouldn't wear cowboy boots) 

Nolan is used to being a husband on earth after having been with Debbie so long. Is he still with Debbie in this setting? Are they divorced? Is it an open relationship kinda deal, and she is also seeing Paul? 

Well, this means Nolan already knows his way around the court. He knows how to clean, how to cook, how to grocery shop and take care of the home and taxes. Hell, hes still making money from the books he ghostwrote or wrote under a fake name, so he's the only one with an income outside of you 

Kregg, I feel would quickly get an understanding of it all, would find a way to fake an identity, get a job, and start raking in cash. Hes crazy smart and all that, and he gives the vibe that he would be lethal in the business world. Homeboy probably works banking or finance. Or some other soul crushing job, where he gets to fuck over other people's lives. I feel he would end up a mean cook as well, after much experimentation. 

Conquest? He gets to stay retired for a while. To just get to live, to experience and feel. Let him pick up hobbies, like gardening or even painting. It looks horrible, but being able to create instead of destroy would give him some kind of peace. I think he enjoys going on walks in the morning, like, walking normally, in his comfortable clothes. Gets himself a coffee, a bagel, sits in the park with his sudoku. Texts the reader good morning, wishing him a good day at work. 

Thragg has the hardest time just being... part of the plebians. He would still see all of humanity as worthless insects, no, lower than insects. But the reader loves humanity, loves earth, so he puts up with it. He wouldn't want to work either, cuz that's for lowlives, but I do think he would end up doing something just out of boredom. I don't know what he would do, but he would have some job where he gets to bark orders, crush other people's hope and wishes, and exert his power. He probably works for the IRS.. 

Methinks reader is just enjoying himself most days. Like, who wouldn't love to come home from a long day of doing customer service, and just being able to literally dive head first into the pecs(tits) of the closest viltrumite. 

Reader will never need a weighted blanket, he can just lay down on the bed, make grabby hands, and whichever viltrumite has the time just lays down on top of him. True peace and therapy trapped under such a large and powerful man. Gets all the stress of the day to melt right off. 

At least two of them would try to talk you into getting a moustache... Nolan would be chill with you getting whatever, Conquest I think doesn't care too much.  

You guys aren't secretive of your relationship, and you become a bit of a joke in your friend group for being such a dilf and gilf hunter. Nobody dares mess with you though, all four of your boyfriends look like they kill baby deer and drink their blood for breakfast.  

Insert them also “working on your stamina” with you, cuz god are you gonna need it. I feel these four can be just as much as all the Marks combined. Age doesn't mean their needs have gone away, and now they actually have an outlet. The Marks are never older than a few hundred years at most (except for emperor mark). But these guys? They've gone thousands of years without just doing it for pleasure and fun (outside of Nolan), so, they got a lot of catching up to do. 

reader has once again saved the universe by being kinda dumb and pathetically cute. build him and his broken dick a statue.

[kittysquire]

If it fits it sits 🐈🫧

Long time no Hiiai…. Well, on here anyway. I have tried to chill the amount i draw Aira BXMSHXNZ literally had to draw him being on sick leave….. but i didn’t make any promises about doing digital fanart based on old sketches 👀 so yea enjoy Aira disrupting Hiiro’s online sudoku time

[leahswife]

the beach episode

summary: beach day with leah. fluff, lazy kisses and sudoku.

"what if someone steals our stuff?" you ask leah, as you're laying your beach towels on the lounges. leah had immediately challenged you to a race to see who would get in the water first but you were worried about leaving your stuff behind. 

"no one's gonna touch it, baby, there are people everywhere." she said, putting your bags next to the beach umbrella. "just hide it under our clothes." you suggested. "oh because that's a real cover, that's what's gonna keep the thieves away." leah yelped as you swatted at her with the beach towel. that should teach her for her sarcasm.

"leah, pleeease?" you whined. leah sighed, knowing how you could get worried over those things and proceeded to grab your clothes and put it over your belongings. you smacked her butt as she bent over and shouted, "ha! sucker!". you couldn't help but laugh as you sprinted in the direction of the ocean, leaving a bewildered leah behind.

the shock immediately subsided as she realized how you tricked her and began running after you. due to her athletic abilities, it didn't take long for her to catch up with you and grab you by the waist, tickling your sides, "you sneaky little rat!". 

"leah! no, no!" you squealed at the touch of her fingers on your waist, grabbing her hands and wrapping them around your front. "truce, truce!" you pleaded, your head on leah's shoulder as you looked up at her with an innocent smile.

she narrowed her eyes, "oh, now you want truce, you cheater." you puckered your lips and she rolled her eyes with a smile, leaning down to give you multiple pecks. 

"i shouldn't have ran, i'm sorry." you untangled yourself from leah's hold to stand in front of her. "well, i was still able to catch you so." leah smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "no, i mean i shouldn't have ran because i'm the one who's still going to get in the water first." you put your hands on your waist and eyed her defiantly, provoking her.

"ha! funny, babe. i don't know if you remember who's the professional athlete here is and who is used to ice cold baths. so if you'll excuse me, i have some humbling to do." she gave you a smug smile and headed towards the water. when a bigger wave came and splashed against her, droplets hitting her back, she winced at the sudden cold, "fuck!" 

you let out a laugh, "oh i'm so humbled! thank you, leah." you ran more into the water when her cold hands grabbed you once again to prevent you from going any further. you squirmed in her hold, "off, williamson!" you were trying to move forward but with leah's strong arms holding you back, you both lost your balance when a bigger wave came by and both of you fell into the water.

you gasped for air as you came up and splashed leah's face, "now we both lost, idiot."

"umm, i'm almost certain i was the first to fall over." leah sent you a wink as she swam away on her back.

"you were so not!" you rushed to swim after her. once you reached her, only your head was out of water and your feet couldn't reach the ground. leah wrapped her arms around your waist and smashed her salted lips against yours. you smiled into the kiss, your arms reaching behind her neck when you felt leah's hands meddling with your bikini's knot and untie your bikini top. 

you quickly pulled away and grabbed at your loosening top, "leah!" you scolded her as she laughed. "you are insufferable!" 

–

"put on sunscreen." you told leah, who was laying on her stomach by the sun as you were chilling on your towel in the shade.

"it's not that hot, y/n, i'm fine." leah mumbled, her face pressed into the chair lounge, eyes closed, trying to take a nap. "the sun is still the sun, put on sunscreen." you warned her once again.

"i'm fine."

"no, you're british."

leah grumbled but just turned her head to the other side, ignoring you.

you groaned at her stubbornness and grabbed the sunscreen. "i swear you're going to be the death of me." you huffed under your breath as you started spreading sunscreen across her back, arms and legs. of course when you reached her ass, leah had the nerve to giggle and say "you just wanted an excuse to touch me, didn't you?" you rolled your eyes and grabbed her bikini bottom to pull it up, giving her somewhat of a wedgie to shut her up. leah yelped, surprised and slapped your hands away.

when you finished, you gave her a smack on the ass and laid back down on your towel by the shade where it was not too hot but not cold either, perfect for a nap. "thank you babyyy, i love you." leah turned her head to you with a sleepy smile. "i love you too, you stubborn brit."

–

after a little while, you feel a body scooch over on your lounger. you opened your eyes to see a sunburnt leah on her front. she gave you a guilty smile, "i forgot?"

–

"babe." leah poked your cheek, waking you up from your nap.

"hm?" you asked, opening your eyes groggily. 

"let me sit between your legs, we're playing sudoku." she was quick to spread your legs a bit and sitting in front of you, back pressed against your front. you accepted the new position, too comfortable to argue. you repositioned the sun loungers back to sit up more straight. you wrapped your arms around leah's waist but she handed you a pencil.

you frowned in confusion, "you want me to help you?" she scoffed, "as if, love. no. i'm doing a sudoku on this page and you're doing one on this page." she pointed at the next one. "it's a competition." she stated. "no shit, sherlock." you mocked and grabbed the pencil from her, starting your sudoku.

–

"i'm sorry, babe. i am just really really good. i guess you could say it was an unfair competition. after all, you were playing with world class sudoku player." leah grabbed the sudoku book and threw it next to your other belongings, turning to you with a smirk.

you fake laughed at her and pushed her out of your lounger, making her fall in the sand. 

–

now it was you who scooched over leah's lounger in the sun, "baby, i'm cold." 

the sun was starting to set and you decided to move to leah's side where the sun still hit and you could warm up a bit. leah sat up and wrapped her arms around you and you leaned back on her chest. she started placing lazy kisses on your cheek, moving down towards your neck. you couldn't help but close your eyes and smile, being in leah's arms, warm, and feeling her lips press into your skin. this was peace.

leah moved her lips to you ear and whispered, "i'm sorry for being annoying, love." you opened your eyes to look up at her and frowned, "heyy. i love that you're an insufferable-" you kiss her, "annoying-" you kiss her again, "competitive-" and again, "brat." you give her one final hard kiss and smile up at her. 

she has a bashful smile on her face now, "and i'll continue being your brat, for as long as you want me." she pulled you closer to her and pressed her lips softly against yours. you smiled and rested your head back on her shoulder, lazily kissing her back. these were the moments you treasured the most, the no pressure from outsider factors in your life, the relaxing feeling of your girlfriend against you, her soft lips carefully kissing yours, as if there was no rush in the world, and she could kiss you forever and ever.

you stayed like that for a few more minutes, just bashing in the warm sunset and kissing each other slowly before leah's hands start to roam your back and lay on your ass. you adjusted yourself a bit to give her more access and kissed her a bit harder. she knew what you liked, but you had to remember yourself this was not the place. you reluctantly pulled away and warned her, "leah…" 

"hmm?" she smiled smugly. "you either stop or we go home." "but it's so nice out here." she said, her eyes wandering to your chest and leaned closer to your ear, "and so much emptier now." you looked around and most families and groups of people were gone, probably getting ready to shower and go out to dinner.

"we're still not doing it at the beach." you giggled at her pout. "but it would be so spontaneous and fun." she wiggled her eyebrows.

you stared at her, giving her a knowing look, "so you wouldn't mind if i was exposed like that?" leah shrugged, "no." you raised your eyebrows, "oh really?" you asked, challenge in your tone. your hands reached behind your back and leah sat up more straight, giving you a hesitant look. "so it's fine if other people look at what only you look?" you start untying your top with a smirk. you knew leah too well and with her possessiveness, she wasn't gonna let you show others what only she could see when you were at your most intimate. 

leah knew the moment earlier back in the ocean was harmless as no one was close enough to you two and your whole bodies were underwater except for your heads. but now? her hands quickly reached for top and tied it back, making sure it was tight enough and gave you a glare.

"hotel. now."

[fenalarhue]

Tried something different

Here is my sucky attempt at angst 😤

And because I'm bored here are some mostly basic headcannons (I'll be saving the better ones for later):

- his real name is Volker Von Kaiser

-  takes English sayings literally

- has PTSD (or ASD, acute stress disorder)

- likes routine

- thinks of himself as the only "normal" person

- grew up in a difficult environment, his mother raised him on what she thought was right. Childhood was built on unstable foundations, but it was always hard to see. Until some form of extreme trauma, he doesn't see it himself though (intentionally vague, because I'm torn on what caused it)

- early bird

- enjoys Sudoku (he's just like me fr)

- not very open

- sleeps like a stick, and is a light sleeper

- his house is very much filled with clocks

- eats low key nasty food, his mind is always on survival mode

- thinks music boxes are the most impressive thing ever

↑ second to his kampfstiefels ofc

- even though his age is catching up to him, he is still good with most other military equipment. Even though he gets extremely stressed using/maneuvering them

- fluent in Morse code

- is friends with Piston honda, glass Joe, disco kid and great tiger

- thinks don flamenco, king Hippo, disco kid soda popinski, bear hugger and bald Bull is kinda weird but they're chill

- barely knows Mr. Sandman

- dislikes Super Macho man and Aran Ryan

- my version of his cutscenes are based on the one from the official webcomics

- has taught hundreds of kids, and he remembers each and every name

- spends most of his money on the military boxing school

[pureconvexenergy]

Headcanon 43

Sometimes when Cub wants to calm down or chill out, he’ll lie on his bed with a sudoku/crossword/game of solitaire and just spend a few hours solving.

Scar often finds him like this and, if Cub seems in the mood, will crawl up next to him, poke his head over Cub’s shoulder and whisper one of the answers, often intentionally incorrect, to him. And Cub will chuckle, pretend he’s surprised, and lets Scar hug him. (Cub doesn’t like surprise hugs, so Scar always waits for permission). And they’ll just cuddle together, chatting and solving puzzles, for hours.

[gunnrblze]

Random Elias headcannons (pre ODIN/death(?) idk)

➤homebody when he’s off duty

➤ambivert^would rather spend his time relaxing when he can, but does like spending time with the ghosts/Hesh & Logan especially

➤has trouble relaxing though, a little high strung. feels the need to always be doing something

➤likes to garden, did it a lot with Miss Mama Walker

➤type of fella to eat cornflakes for breakfast lol. Raisin Bran ass old man

➤paces a lot for various reasons. “shh, I’m thinking” he’ll say if you try to interrupt

➤relatively chill but will go from 0 to 100 very quickly. levelheaded enough to rarely get out of control though. temper, but he knows how to tame it

➤takes his coffee black with a little creamer, no sugar

➤closeted. even to himself a bit, like he just does not really clock the fact that he likes men in a serious way

➤lovedddd Miss Mama Walker with his whole heart and soul, and i think she knew he was a lil queer and just kinda let it be, cause he was devoted to her regardless and they were locked in

➤sudoku king

➤very hard worker (capricorn energy lol), had that quality instilled in him by his father, and did the same thing with Hesh and Logan

➤regularly wears those ridiculously tight t-shirts as seen above (zoo wee mama thank you) cause he’s a little oddly proportioned. his shoulders are so wide that shirts just always fit a lil weird

➤history buff. ask him anything and he can probably tell you a great deal about any given major event. type of guy that has “fun facts” that you actually might not have known (at least, they’re fun to him lol)

➤would quiz Hesh and Logan as kids on military history/general history. he’s not so secretly a bit of a nerd, so every once in a while Hesh and Logan will also just be like “did you know the first ever living creature in space was a dog-“

➤loves lemonade. complains when it gives him acid reflux. still drinks it

➤gives the best side eye/glares. the wordless type that definitely make you start acting right

[hearts4golbach]

Picture Perfect. // Chapter 2.

TBP!Gerard Way x AFAB!Reader.

Warnings:

Cursing.

Word count:

0.7k

"You look like hell," Iero nearly spit out his coffee. His desk was always your first stop whenever you got to work.

"I feel like it." You ran your hand through your hair. The bags under your eyes were quite visible, seeing as you didn't get much sleep the night prior.

Your small talk with Iero didn't last long. He claimed he wanted to get back to his game of sudoku, and you couldn't argue with that. You ended the conversation before making your way back to your cubicle.

You set your head in your hands and let out a low sigh. "What's the matter, sugar?" A piercing voice rang through your ears.

"Nothing," you couldn't hide the annoyance in your tone, "do you need me, Way?"

"Uhm, kind of," he raised his eyebrow. "We're working on this case together, you know. I brought coffee."

He set a cup down on the desk next to you. You thanked him quietly, considering caffeine was much needed and took a sip. "How do you know my order?"

"Got it from Iero this morning," he said plainly before taking a seat in the desk next to yours.

You wondered why he had even bothered getting you coffee in the first place. It wasn't a normal thing for Detective Way to do for anyone, especially you, when your attitude towards each other was.. not the best. He was always trying to show you up; was he trying to prove a point? You pushed the thought away. There were more important tasks at hand.

On your desktop, you pulled up the photos of the mysterious letter. You grabbed your worn-out notepad and began to list all of the specifics: dark green pen, college ruled paper, six sketches of unidentified people, and the name of a business stamped in the corner.

"Hey, Way?" You rolled your chair closer to him. "There's the name of something in the corner. Looks like some sort of business."

He leaned over to get a better look, resting his body weight on your shoulder. "You think it could be something?" He looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, curiosity playing on his smile.

You felt your face heat up, forcing you to quickly look away. There was always something about his smile. "It wouldn't hurt to go visit." You cleared your throat.

Way searched for the address while you looked through the other photos. It was truly terrible, the family being killed like that. The person who did it was still out there, too. That fact alone made your stomach twist.

"L/n?" Way patted your knee gently, snapping you out of your trance.

"Sorry, what?" You looked over at him.

A hint of worry flashed over his face before returning to his usual work RBF. "You need to pay attention," he muttered, "I asked you when we were going to get those DNA results."

"By the end of the week," you glared at him, "at least, that's what I was told."

He hummed in response. "Poor kids. They had their whole life ahead of them."

As he spoke, you pulled up a Morse code translator. "Yeah, that shit sucks." You said plainly, not wanting to put too much thought into the crime or Mr. Way himself.

"Why are you always so insensitive?" He turned to face you fully.

"I'm not," you mumbled, "I'm just doing my job." With that, he scoffed and returned to his computer.

You transferred the writing from the note into said translator. You chewed your nails, watching anxiously as it translated '.- .-. . -. .----. - / - .... . -.-- / -... . .- ..- - .. ..-. ..- .-..' to 'aren't they beautiful.'

Chills ran down your spine as you read the sinister message over and over in your mind. You weren't fully sure what it could even mean, but you were sure it had to do with the bodies.

"Aren't they beautiful? What the hell?" Way stood behind you with his hands on your shoulders, squeezing gently. You must've been deep in thought since you didn't notice he had even gotten up.

You wrote down the translation in your notebook. "I have no clue."

He sighed, stress seeping through his poker face. "Well, I got the address. Let's go see what we can find." Way patted your arm. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"If we die, it's your fault."

[thee-morrigan]

Oolong and chamomile for Holland and your Infamous MC!

Thank you so much, Cee! 🩵🩵🩵

Oolong: How does your OC decorate their space?

Brett tends to gravitate towards the Hollywood Regency aesthetic when choosing decorative elements—she's very drawn to bright colors and layers of mixed textures, especially with a sort of 2000s teen movie, romantic flair (ruffles, interesting shapes with respect to furniture, etc.). She's also very much a magpie in terms of compulsively collecting shiny things lol, so there's a lot of general clutter around her home (and in dressing rooms, etc.). Think: vanity covered in bobby pins and scrunchies, a handful of perfume samples scattered nearby, three different shades of baby blue nail polish, and tons of polaroids stuck along the mirror's perimeter. Probably has a print of the Prada store in Marfa, TX on her wall. Her home looks like it belongs to someone who's seen Almost Famous and Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette one too many times.

Some examples of her style:

Holland is very moody and dramatic (in general and also aesthetically); unsurprisingly, her decor is giving elder-emo-meets-dark-academia vibes. She's drawn to rich, dark colors and layered textiles, and most of her wall space is occupied by bookshelves, framed posters/merch from shows/festivals, records, or her two guitars. Her apartment looks like it belongs to someone who reads a lot of Joan Didion and Sylvia Plath.

Some examples of her style:

Chamomile: What does your OC do to relax?

Depending on whether she's trying to take her mind off of something/intentionally relax or not, Brett usually spends her chill time either playing easy/comfort pieces on her piano or taking very fancy bubble baths and bingeing one of her favorite Real Housewives franchises (her top 3: New York, Potomac, and Beverly Hills). She's also recently gotten very into Sudoku!

Holland doesn't know how to relax. Depending on her mood, usually either by running, playing guitar, or losing herself in a good book and/or album.

tea-themed asks

[kinsey3furry300]

That The Batman film really had the line "He's got about 500 followers online, all real freaks." about the Riddler.

My dude, the Riddler has less online clout than @were--ralph, and ralph just talks about fat hairy men's tummies and wolf-cock online. Gotham is fucking basic compared to Tumblr. FML how are we looking at comic book villains and thinking “Who are you, you don’t even have a werewolf pineapple meme you fucking donkey?” What's your 'sona Riddler? I bet it's boring as fuck you little Jeffrey Dahmer looking bitch. Bruce Wayne survived Rainfurest in a 80 pound custom fruit-bat fursuit breathing noting but nitrous oxide and ball sweat for three days ,and you wheeze in a basic gimp mask you pansy? Gothem deserves better villains my dude, go do some sudoku and chill man.

[sleepyficss]

hiiiiiii same taco loving girly girl as before. previous request was my first time sending a request to a blog like this and i do really like the post!!!!!!! super cute :3 romantic headcanons for taco regarding each of the five love languages? same concept for reader as before. please and thank you ueeeehhhhhhh

love languages.

taco x reader

authors note:

aghh i love writing about love languages, there's so much i could ramble about here. ty ty for another request !!! i'm glad you liked the other one – keep the good ideas coming!! /lh

words of affirmation

- this ones' first up!! i feel is very important to her.

- some days, she gets in stuck in her own head, and starts to convince herself that you aren't going to stick around forever. she gets scared that you'll decide that, no, you don't forgive her for her past actions; and that she'll lose you like mic, and pickle –

- taco definitely needs to hear your reassurance, reminding her that you wouldn't leave her willingly for any reason.

- let her know that you don't hold anything against her for her past actions, and nothing will change your current relationship with her <3

- taco also understands how other peoples' words/opinions may affect you.

- as previously mentioned, she knows how it feels to be scared of possible abandonment – she isn't afraid to talk you through it, and to let you know how much she loves you.

- reminds you constantly that she couldn't imagine being with anyone else, not that she'd want to be, either.

quality time

- taco has stated before, that she thinks better when she has another person to talk to.

- so, please PLS just sit down next to her, while she's working on a project, or even just playing a game like sudoku (she's such a nerd, did u see her calculating her fall into the water in s1?? & i mean that with pure affection LOL).

- it may even help her figure things out along the way if you ask her what she's making/planning/how to play, so she can explain it.

- you may end up sitting there having no clue what half the words she's saying are, but its the thought that counts!! just nod and smile, she's too buried in her own work to notice that you're completely lost.

- leaning against her on the couch while you watch television, or read a book, or literally anything!! just relax by chilling around with her.

physical touch

- you're looking at the most touch-starved object in existence here (mephones a close second, i won't lie).

- especially after s1, where she was alone for so long before making a series of even worse decisions, barely anyone even bothered to LOOK in her direction, much less interact with her.

- the first time you hold her hand, she's almost forgotten what it was like to feel the touch of someone that actually cared for her.

- taco is surprised by your touch, and you almost go to retract your hand out of fear that she isn't comfortable with it – she's quick to reach back for it though, quietly asking you to not let go.

- (now she won't ever let go of you, good luck! she's super glued your hands together.)

- jk jk. but she's so shy about any affection for a while, that you almost think she won't ever get used to it.

- but OH BOY. when she does get more comfortable with initiating it? taco becomes quite the flirtacious menace.

- she's learnt of the affect she has on you, originally with just her voice (don't lie, she could say 'hello' to me, and i'd swoon), but now her touch? she loves seeing you flustered.

acts of service

- one of taco's greatest skills is her problem solving abilities, so she won't hold back when trying to come up with solutions to any of the issues you confide in her.

- especially after all you've done for her, trusting her, staying with her, and loving her, despite everything she's done?

- will do anything just to see a smile on your face (if not because she loves you, then to make herself feel more confident in believing that you do love her, but she won't admit that to you – she knows you'll scold her for it).

- she does really appreciate if you try to do the same to her, whether its trying to help her with an issue she's having, or if its just making a cup of tea for her.

- taco isn't used to it, as she doesn't usually get any sort of help from others unless they're getting something out of it. she almost expects you to want something in return, but is happily surprised when she is told otherwise.

gift-giving

- she already finds joy in inventing things, so its even better when she's able to to make something for you!!

- always tries to make it something you'll find useful, like... ..

- if you get overwhelmed by sounds easily? she's made you a pair of noise cancelling earbuds that can be easily hidden from view!

- or, she'll take apart and analyse the bowtie she took from test tubes lab, just to make a second one for you to match with her! except, depending on your style, it may be a hair accessory, jewellery, etc. instead!

- (i can imagine you convincing her to pull harmless pranks on the others with the invisibility ability – it reminds her of how silly she used to act in s1... and how much fun she used to have with pickle.)

- in turn, taco cherishes literally ANYTHING you give to her. whether its an expensive item you bought, or a hand-made gift.

- she totally keeps all of it too, including holiday cards, somewhere safe, and she likes to pull them out and look through everything if she's ever missing you :(

- but she would be so devastated if any of it ever got lost or ruined, depending on how much it matters to her, she may even end up crying.

- in general, i think taco's main love languages are for sure words of affirmation & acts of service.

- she's not quite used to showing her love to others, but she'll do anything she can to make sure you know how she feels about you <3

[pro-depresanti]

An average chill evening for the Vees is just Vox doing a sudoku or a crossword while Valentino and Velvette are drawing on the couch. By the time they get to bed they have a finishing sudoku/crossword, a sketch of a mostly naked woman (Velvette couldn't get the outfit right but the belt is to die for), and a pencil still life of the clutter on the coffee table (Valentino might be blind as shit but he remembers the design of Velvette and Vox's favorite mugs and could draw them perfectly from memory)