#v punny

[shiftythrifting]

[volfoss]

really enjoying how silly the joker is in his original appearances in batman issue 1 like. he sure is killing people but he is so so so silly goofy about it. its so so good to me personally

[cxrnxticn]

@thuganomxcs // non-sexual acts of dominance (accepting!)

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap . (yusuke's like come take a seat XD)

"You seriously want me to crush you with my fat ass?"

The audacity of this guy. He always found interesting ways to test her, and at this point, she was no longer surprised. Though she wouldn't admit it, the offer was tempting. The chance to get back at him for all those perverted remarks. Maybe she will humor him this one time, tease him a little, then leave him unfulfilled. It was cold but that was how she rolled.

"Alright but your bones will beg for forgiveness." She sounded so nonchalant as she made herself comfortable on his lap, shifting here and there to better "adjust" her position. She proceeded to lean back as though he was just any ordinary chair, completely ignoring the broad chest (that felt a little too nice to lean against) and breath behind her until several tense minutes passed. Any longer and she might have caved into uncharted territory. This was too much of an enticing position after all.

The increasingly flustered girl took her time to reach up and stretch her back before hopping off his lap, doing her best to shake off the nerves and hot mess that was her face.

"Not the comfiest seat but it did the job. Thanks, Chairsuke."

[shiroi---kumo]

Punny for your Thoughts || Accepting

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

There is yet another note left on the prince's door. Will this pun monster ever stop? No. No he won't. Sorry Revon.

Pilvi,

Once upon a time, I was in a choir and we were singing a rather difficult song. One rehearsal went particularly badly for a lot of people though I was spared being lectured. Do you know why our director wasn't angry with me?

I only made a minor error. :)

See you tomorrow, puffball.

- Sielu

This time the note is plucked from the door by a much larger hand that is reaching for it. It's brought before a pair of pink eyes to be read quickly and there is a smile behind a thin metal mask as it's handed down to it's intended recipient.

The sound of the boy almost choking on his laughter follows soon after, while the door to his room is pushed open and the teenager is left chuckling to himself all the while. Another one for the collection. He's sliding a open a drawer on his desk to fold the paper up and slip it in a rather full looking envelope. He'll be keeping that for later.

[tsuyokuma]

MISC. MAYU ANOTHER DAMN PORTRAIT

yen? more like ma-yen amirite

[fxrmuladaydreams]

summary: you sleep with the driver you’ve had a crush on for forever, should you have done it though?

notes: so this was originally a one shot request, but i think i may have gotten carried away with it. this is going to be a series, i don’t know how long it’ll be, probably not as long as the pornstar series, but more than a few chapters.

wc: 2919

warnings: !! INCLUDES SMUT, MINORS DNI !! oral (both f and m receiving), p in v sex, getting sick, pregnancy

This is wrong.

You watch as he talks animatedly with Alex and Lando. The three of them giggle as they talk amongst themselves. You softly smile as George glances your way and gives you a small wave.

You clear your throat, brush off your nerves, and approach the group.

“Alex, James wants to see you and Logan in his office.” You tell the Williams driver when you’ve gathered his attention.

“See you guys later.” Alex says, throwing an arm over your shoulder, walking back towards the Williams area of the paddock.

“You know you can just talk to him, right?” Alex asks you.

You hum as you look up at him questioningly.

“George. You don’t just have to stare at him from afar, you can talk to him.”

You shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

As the person hired to be James Vowels’ assistant, you had a close relationship with both Williams drivers. You could often be found spending time with the two of them while not working. And of course hanging around Alex meant hanging around his best friend, George Russell.

It was hard to explain George. He was british, of course, so very british. He was sweet. He had a tendency to make punny jokes. He was handsome. He often found himself being used as memes in the F1 world.

He was perfect, and he was completely 100% out of your league. Even if Alex tried to constantly push you to get closer to him.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

The club was loud, dimly lit, but at the same time flashing with bright strobe lights. You swirl your drink in your glass. You didn’t want to be here, you’d rather be back in your hotel room, sleeping, or packing for the flight home tomorrow.

Alex stumbles over to you, Lily on his arm, clearly trying to keep him standing up.

“Why are you alone? Go talk to someone!” He shouts far too loud.

“I think I’m good right here, thanks.” You tell him.

“Boring.” He sticks his tongue out.

“I think it’s time to get you home. Or at least get some water and food in your system.” Lily says. “See you tomorrow?” She asks you.

You nod, then watch her walk off with Alex stumbling after her. You shake your head and take a sip of your drink.

“He’s going to be a mess tomorrow.” A voice says next to you. You recognize it immediately.

You turn to see George standing next to you, leaning against the bar, a drink of his own in his hand. His hair flops down in his face a little. His eyes seem to sparkle in the club lights.

“Poor Lily.” You say, tearing your gaze away from him.

“Poor Lily? I’m gonna be the one he complains about it to.” George laughs.

“Maybe you should just get drunk too.”

“You want to get me drunk?” George smirks looking down at you.

“No, I didn’t mean-” you stutter.

George bumps his arm against yours. “I’m kidding.”

You give an awkward laugh looking back down at your drink. “You did really well this weekend.” You tell him before drinking some more, hoping to get some liquid courage in your system.

“Thanks.” He smiles. “You guys were great too.”

“Oh, I have nothing to do with anything that happens on track.” You shake your head.

“Really? Toto runs his assistant like a madman.”

You laugh and shake your head. “No, James gives me tasks that help the team, sure, but never anything big enough to impact the races.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” George says, taking a drink of his beer.

The two of you chat for the rest of the evening about the season, about Alex, about his career so far and yours. He brushes off anyone who tries to get his attention while he’s with you, opting to stay practically glued to your side.

Don’t let this keep going.

You share a taxi back to your hotel. You’re pressed up against his side as he tells you a story about something to do with Alex. You can’t really remember what it’s about specifically, you’re too enamored with the way the lights of the city flash over his eyes.

You laugh when he gets out of the car, his long legs making it a challenge after being cramped in the backseat. You’re still giggling when he holds a hand out for you to take to help you step out of the car. You think you can see a faint blush on his cheeks.

He walks you up to your room, keeping a hand on the small of your back the whole way there. You dig in your pocket for your key, looking up at him when you find it.

Don’t do it.

The hallway feels smaller than it did this morning, like there’s no room between you and George. You can smell his cologne and a little bit of the alcohol he was drinking in the club.

His eyes glance down at your lips, then back up to your eyes, as if he’s having his own internal battle in his head.

From there on it’s foggy. You don’t know who made the first move, maybe it was you, maybe it was him, or maybe you were both just too desperate for one another you couldn’t hold yourselves back.

You need to stop this.

His hands grip onto your hips as yours hold onto his face. Your body is pressed between his and the door. You fumble with your room key, pressing it into the lock, then blindly searching for the door handle with your hand.

George takes over, swiftly opening the door, pushing you inside, then closing it behind him.

A trail of clothing is left between the door and your bed. Your kisses become sloppier and hungrier. Your hands bury themselves in his golden hair, tugging at the soft strands.

This is a bad idea.

His touch becomes softer when he’s got you on your bed. His touches turn gentle as he caresses you, and kisses your exposed skin. His eyes look up to yours often, silently asking if you're okay, if he’s doing what you want him to do.

He spends a while between your legs, making you fall apart on his mouth. His eyes look up at you, hazy, as if he’s letting himself drown in you. He groans when you squeeze your legs around his head and tug on his hair.

You pull him back up to you so you can kiss him again. You can taste yourself on his lips.

You flip him over and crawl down to do the same with him. He reaches out, and stops you with a hand to your chin, making you look up at him.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You nod.

George swears he’s died and gone to heaven when he feels your lips on him. He throws his head out and lets out a soft moan. His hands twitch at his sides, searching for something to hold onto.

You take his hands and guide them to your hair, giving him control. He looks down at you, and nearly finishes at the sight alone. His cock is in your mouth as you look up at him, your eyes somehow innocently staring into his.

You take him down your throat, using your hands to pump what you can’t fit in your mouth.

He pulls you up off his cock when he feels himself getting close, desperate to cum inside you rather than in your mouth. He rolls you back over, his body on top of yours while he kisses you again.

“Condom?” He pants against you.

You reach over to the drawer by your bed and pull out a condom, holding it out to him.

He tears it open and rolls it on, then looks back down at you, still laying under him.

“Are you sure you want-”

This won’t end well.

“I need you George.” You cut him off.

He tries to be careful with you, pushing into you slowly and gently, taking his time to stretch you out around him. His control slips away from him quickly though, when you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside you. He lets out a deep groan when he feels you clench around him, his head dropping down to your shoulder.

“I’m not gonna last.” He practically whimpers in your ear.

“Fuck me George.” You roll your hips up against his.

He does, lifting himself up off of you enough to pull out nearly all the way, then slam his hips back against yours. His hair falls in his face as a look of determination spreads over his face.

It’s impossibly warm, laying under him. You feel like you’re drowning in him, but you’re desperate to keep him close to you.

He reaches down to play with your clit when his pace begins to falter, a clear sign that he’s almost there. He needs you to cum first, so he holds his own orgasm back. He lets go when you cry out his name, pushing your hips up against his. His thrusts die down, becoming slower as you both ride out your orgasms.

He pulls out of you, out of breath. He pulls the condom off, tying it, then walks to the bathroom to throw it away. He silently comes back to the bed and lays next to you.

You don’t know where to go from here. Should you talk about what just happened? George makes the decision for you, pulling you into his arms. You lay against him quietly, listening to his heartbeat. His breathing evens out and soon you can hear him softly snoring.

You let yourself fall asleep in his arms, deciding to figure things out in the morning.

You shouldn’t have done this.

You wake up in an empty bed. The sheets are cold even with the sun streaming in through the window. You sit up and see some clothes on the floor, all of them yours, George’s gone.

You grab your phone and unlock it, hoping to see something, but there’s nothing from him. You only have one text from Lily, telling you that she and Alex made it back to the hotel alright.

You ignore the uncomfortable feeling that’s settled in your stomach and get up to shower and get dressed. You wear comfortable clothes, something that won’t bother you on the plane ride back home.

You check your phone throughout the day, waiting to see a text from George. Your phone remains in your hand at the hotel, on the plane ride home, even back at Williams HQ.

You cave that evening, sending George a brief text after you’ve gotten home. He responds within a few minutes, and it makes you feel even worse.

It was a mistake.

You don’t realize you’re crying until you see the teardrops that land on your phone’s screen. You quickly type out an answer before tossing your phone away to the other end of your couch.

You’re sure you weren’t drunk, and you’re almost certain he wasn’t either. You’d only seen him with one drink, but maybe he’d already had more earlier? But he seemed so casual and put together the entire time you were with each other.

You leave your phone in your living room that night. You can’t bear the thought of picking it back up to see any messages from him. You figure you should feel better after a good night’s sleep, you should have a clearer head.

The next day doesn’t bring any clarity however, instead you spend the day in what seems like a fog. Your body is working on autopilot as you accompany James to the factory.

You notice your apparent discomfort when he asks if you’re alright. You plaster a smile on your face and give him a brief nod, blaming your mood on jetlag.

You bury yourself in your work for the next week, putting all of your focus on helping James in whatever ways you can. You try to ignore social media while back at home, not wanting to have to think about George and be reminded of what happened.

You know seeing him again is inevitable when it’s time for the next race weekend. You fly out with James, opting to catch up on some sleep while on the plane.

You thought being back in the paddock would be difficult, having to avoid the Mercedes garage at all costs. However, you find yourself spending all of your time in the Williams garage. You remain at James’ side as much as you can, save for the couple of times you’ve had to go to the restroom.

You figured the bad feelings in your stomach were simply nerves, but after a trip to the bathroom hunched over the toilet you assumed it was the food you had eaten on the plane.

You watch the race with Lily, sitting side by side with headphones over your ears. Usually you enjoy this part of race weekends, where you get to sit back and watch all the work the team has done come together. It’s quite hard to enjoy the race though when you’re excusing yourself to go to the restroom for a third time within an hour and a half.

“Are you alright?” Lily asks, her concern clear on her face.

You nod and shrug. “I think I have a stomach bug. I probably ate some bad food or something.”

She gives you an unconvinced nod then focuses her attention back on the race.

Logan and Alex finish in the midfield, which was expected. Lily leaves you to see her boyfriend while you join James again to go over the debriefing schedule.

Alex and Lily invite you to fly with them to the next circuit for the upcoming race. You accept, thanking them, grateful that you’ll have a little bit of time to rest during the double header.

The flight is filled with more trips to the bathroom, each of which has the couple’s concern growing.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Alex asks, offering you some water.

You nod, taking small sips from the bottle. “It’s just a stomach bug.”

“You’ve been sick for almost a week now, stomach bugs only last a couple of days Y/n…” Lily says. “Are you sure it’s not something else?”

“What would it be?”

Lily glances at Alex and takes a deep breath before she asks. “You’ve been sick for a while now, and it seems like you’re constantly tired… Is it possible you’re pregnant?”

You feel the blood drain from your face. “No, no, I can’t be pregnant.”

“Y/n-”

“No, I can’t. It’s not possible.” You shake your head. You feel like you’re going to be sick yet again.

“Have you been with anyone recently?” Alex asks you.

There’s only been the one person as of late. You can feel the tears begin to well up in your eyes. Your hand raises to cover your mouth, trying to hold in the sobs you know are coming.

Lily moves to sit next to you, gently placing a hand on your back. “It’s alright, we don’t know anything for sure. We’ll get you a test to take when we’re landed.”

You nod, trying to calm down the rapid beating of your heart.

You keep quiet for the rest of the plane ride, letting yourself drown in your thoughts all while Alex and Lily attempt to keep you distracted.

You stop at a small store before going to the hotel, you and Lily walk in alone, afraid Alex will draw too much unwanted attention.

“I don’t think you two have anything to worry about.” The cashier gives the two of you a weird look when you ask for the test that’s sitting behind the counter.

You roll your eyes and pay for the box, shoving it in your bag and walking back to the car with Lily trailing behind you.

The three of you gather together in your room, all staring at the box in your hands.

“It’ll be okay.” Lily gives you a small smile.

“We’re here for you, no matter the result.” Alex nods.

The two of them sit on your bed while you go to the bathroom to use the test. You set a timer on your phone, leaving the test on the counter.

You sigh as you leave the bathroom. Your tears have finally dried, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had no more left in your system.

You wait silently for the test to finish. Your phone beeps after what seems like an eternity. You look at the couple sitting on your bed and close your eyes.

“It was George.” You say, your voice a little rough from your crying on the plane.

“George?” Alex asks.

“Russell.” You tell him. “It was George Russell. We slept together a few weeks ago. It was only a one night stand, but we used a condom, I didn’t think this would happen.” Your voice cracks as you finish speaking.

“Do you want me to look for you?” Lily asks.

“No, I can do it.” You wipe the tears that have started to fall again and take a deep breath.

You walk back into the bathroom and look down at the test. You turn to see Alex and Lily both standing in the doorway.

“I’m pregnant.”

[missjiru]

King's Quest V piece for the @ninjapetalzines Danny Avidan themed zine!~

Sierra point+click adventure games are so fun and punny and nostalgic. I love how this piece turned out. The magical music notes are from NSP's Dragon Slayer cause that seemed on brand.

@gamegrumps @ninjasexparty

[wyrdle]

Some sad Shuji doodles with some of my headcanons about this punny turtleneck bastard haha. I enjoy thinking of this man as an extremely depressed/suicidal bastard whose only life's purpose is to bring about the Fall so he can finally find release :V Pharos is there because I thought it'd be funny to have him

anyway I've been feeling some kind of way (tm), so doodling shuji is very cathartic

[shiftythrifting]

"Missing a couple of nuts but still runs great"

[coffeedrawingandwriting]

Apricate (Classic Sans x Leviathan Reader)

Apricate (v) - To bask in the sun

A quick little drabble, just good old fluff in this one!

Also shoutout to the reblogger who mentioned the title so sorry that was a typo- many blessings upon you, thank you!!

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Sans sighed lazily, floating in the waters of the bay. The sun blazed brilliantly from above, and only wispy cloud provided brief shade. He could feel his bones getting whiter under its rays. He felt warm, not oppressively hot like Hotland, but a pleasant warmth that went to down to the bone (he chuckled at the thought).

The water swelled beneath him, rocking him in his pool float, as he gave a lazy wave to the shore where Papyrus was digging a sand castle with Frisk.

But Sans wasn't floating out in the ocean bay for naught.

Something brushed his foot, smooth and rubbery, as another swell lifted him in the air.

"I got to say, I'm impressed by how quietly you move," he chuckled.

A deep chuckle reverberated through the sea, as his bum and feet touched something firm, rising in the air. He was lifted, high on a chest of a creature few had ever seen.

A leviathan smiled at him, long, frilly ear fins waggling in greeting. Four eyes peered at him in glee as the face, semi-human in nature, leaning forward to press lips against his skull, delicate and gentle.

"Hey hun," Sans chuckled, patting the giant mermaid's face. All four pupils rotated to look at him in undisguised delight and adoration.

You purred, picking him up and placing him on the flat of your nose, the skeleton sitting between all four of your eyes as you float on your back, hands easily reaching the bottom of the bay. Your tail lazily splashed in the warm waters, a hand lifted to wave to Papyrus and Frisk on the shore. The two waved back, long used to the giant leviathan, who was so affectionately attached to the punny skeleton.

Once, your presence had scared monster kind, when you had been discovered years ago, but Asgore and Toriel had recognized you for what you were, a descendant of a monster of old. Some would even a distant relative of the Shyren.

You had revealed yourself a year after the monsters had appeared, and Sans had volunteered among others to try and figure out what you were.

And here he was, in love with a being greater than he, in magic and size. And yet you were so gentle with him in a way no else was.

You rumbled, poking him with the blunt of your finger.

"You want to hear a joke?" A noise of affirmation.

"Okay, here goes. How does a beach greet people?"

A tilt of the head in questioning puzzlement.

"It waves," He chortled. It took a moment to register, but once it did, you shook in laughter, mouth opening to revealing two rows of sharp teeth, as large as his skull.

He loved making you laugh, seeing your laughter lines when you did laugh. It was almost always around him, sending a warm feeling to his soul, knowing he could make something so great and beyond comprehension laugh at such a stupid joke.

Your hands dug into the silt of the bay, pulling the two to the shore, as you gently pulled your frame onto the shore, resting your chest on the warm sand with a soft hum, using your second set of arms to place Sans gently on the land. He grinned, sitting on the sand as your head lay gently on the sand, leaning forward to bump your forehead against him.

He pressed his smile to the skin, marveling at the texture and the salty brine.

How he adored you, and you adored him.

Your hand rested gently over him, as your eyes closed, content to cuddle with him among the sand and rocks of the bay, Papyrus and Frisk tiptoeing away to let you two have your time of peace and rest.

Basking in the sun, in the company of the one Sans loved.

[goldenteaset]

I need to see what you write for selshippy Vash and #1, end of a hard day -From YOU'LL NEVER GUESS

>:D I CAN'T IMAGINE WHO IT MIGHT BEEEE, but anyway, thank you!

My form of yumejoshi/selfshipping is through projecting onto OCs, so Vash's catgirl girlfriend here is named Rose. She's augmented--because if the out-there designs of the bounty hunters can exist, so can she--and she bakes at a cat cafe in one of the small towns. =v= (The OCs with one exception are all named after tea herbs, because punny.)

Anyway, prompt answer under the cut! :D

"Today sucked," Vash groaned⏤whined, really⏤as he shuffled into Rose's bedroom, dead on his feet. "People didn't listen to me, I got knocked into a table, and the Tomas jerky wound up too hard to cut again! I hope you had a better time...Rose...?"

He blinked at the scene in front of him. That was definitely Rose curled up under the blankets, he could see her fluffy tail flicking back and forth from here. But why wasn't she answering?

Trying not to think of the worst-case scenarios, he tiptoed over to the bed, calling out softly "Rose? Hey, honey, are you okay?"

Rose lifted the blankets a bit, revealing her red-rimmed eyes and blotchy face. And her cat ears, which were lowered almost to the top of her head. "I don't know," she said, her green eyes still misty with tears. "Can...can you hug me, please?"

"On the double, ma'am," Vash replied, saluting smartly and slipping into bed after her. He was soon cocooned in warmth, both from her and the blankets. "So what's wrong⏤trouble at the cafe again?" He hoped the cats were okay.

"A bit," Rose said, snuggling into his chest. "Everything I baked today turned out awful. Too salty or burned or...I couldn't possibly give our customers messes like that." She grumbled under her breath some more. "So I wasted ingredients for nothing!"

"Was it a waste, though?" Vash rubbed her back soothingly. "You learned a lot, just by trying."

Rose managed a small, mischievous smile. "Like cutting the jerky?"

"...Well, maybe a little. I still say it was just being stubborn."

She finally laughed, thank goodness. "Vash?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad your troubles were small, today." Her words were unexpectedly solemn. "Usually, um...you don't tell me about what you're going through. I like being your," she faltered a bit, blushing, "d-'desert rose', but sometimes I'd like to know why you need me so much."

Uh-oh, turn up the charm, quick! "Well obviously it's 'cause you're my favorite catgirl in Gunsmoke," he chirped, tapping her nose. "Most places aren't lucky enough to have someone like you."

She scrunched up her nose in embarrassment and turned away, laughing. "Y-Yes they do, I wouldn't have thought of it if⏤eek!"

"You dare miss the point of Vash the Stampede?!" he pressed on grandiosely, switching from cuddles to tickles. "You'll pay for this!"

"Oh no," she pretended to swoon⏤or maybe it was for real? "The scary outlaw caught me!" And then she dissolved into giggles and frantic crawling toward the other end of the bed, which ensured he had to gently tug her back, growling into her neck. And then...

After a few rounds of aggressive tickles and cuddling (and getting swatted by Rose's tail), he forgot he'd even had a bad day in the first place. And judging by Rose's contented purring against his chest, she did too.

Next time, I gotta be more careful, though. She almost got too close...

[klonoadreams]

just thinking about Shanks and Buggy crossing paths, and Buggy is just his usual prickly self and then loses his shit at Mako like "what the fuck is that" and then she just calls Shanks, "Papa!!!"

like wtffff

could lead to future brushes with a baby Mako that just fucking menaces him, because WHOOPSIES, ON THE RUN AND MAKO IS A CHAOTIC BRAT.

Buggy just "hey, go back to your fucking dad." as she sits on his leg, just sweating bullets because he's trying to LEAVE, but now he's got a brat that one of his crewmates brought like "hey, we found this lost child"

and she's just gnawing on their leg.

Makes for a funny reunion years later like "hey fucker, you still hiding dead bodies in closets" and Buggy just "YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH, MISSY!!!"

"STOP ACTING LIKE MY DAD, OLD MAN (said in the style that someone would refer to their dad, like oyaji)" like Shanks is Papa, but calling Buggy anything like that just deals SO MUCH psychic damage to him.

For the record, Mihawk is "Dad", and Shanks is "Papa" and at some point, Makino is like "Ma" or "Ma-chan" - kinda punny. Shanks has his own damn polycule too. You cannot deny that, my man collecting members to his own polycule like it's nothing.

Beckman is official "Mama" at some point and he just accepts it. He too, is also part of the polycule. :V

anyways shenanigans!! Lmaoooo.

Also years later, Buggy looking at Luffy's crew like "GOOD GOD THEY"VE COME BACK TOGETHER"

when he sees Sanji and Robin with them, alongside Mako. so many shenanigans lmao

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Valentines Day “Blurbs”

As promised, it’s been delivered. Enjoy little valentines day blurbs with our favorite characters (just kidding. It’s three of my favorite characters. Here’s some copium.)

CW: Fluff, Crack because Messenger likes writing it, romance because it’s v-day, cursing, gn listeners, tired college student stuffs

Summary: Read it. Some might be slightly rewinded to earlier stages/time in a relationship.

Redacted Masterlist

Love you | A Sweetheart-ening Valentines day story (heh, get it? It’s one of the things written on the Sweetheart candies. Those gross little heart shaped candies? Laugh at my punny thing god damn it.)

Sweetheart had never really been one for the stereotypical Valentines day activities. Sure, they could understand the appeal behind spending a full day appreciating the love you had for each other. They just didn’t enjoy the capitalistic side of it. And maybe that came from having a government job position. But their co-workers enjoyed it if the decorations were anything to go off of. 

Their sergeant was talking about how excited they were to spend their very first Valentines day with their unempowered boyfriend. Their demonic coworkers didn’t celebrate Valentines day but they seemed happy to soak in the giddy emotions that were flying around the office. Sweetheart was just... indifferent.

They yawned as they walked to their car, their spine aching from slouching over a desk all day. Another reason they preferred to just be out in the field. But paperwork needed to be done so field work could be allowed upon assignment and request. They sat down in their car as a soft drizzle started up. They almost took the wrong turn to their old apartment before remembering that they had moved into Milo’s home over the weekend. That pulled a smile at their lips and their adjusted their hold on the wheel. 

Sweetheart had envisioned their life down to the T. That hadn’t involved moving in with a werewolf after you became their mate. But they were happy for some surprises. Like becoming a cat parent. They certainly enjoyed that. They loved Aggro and all his little meow meows. And Milo too they supposed.

But no, serious talk. They really did care very strongly for Milo. So strong that it had shocked them when they first realized it. They could still remember it, and it still made their heart pound in their chest. 

The two had been sitting on the couch in Milo’s apartment. Aggro was curled up on their lap softly sleeping. They had just finished watching the Nun and Milo had his face hidden in their shoulder for the majority of the horror film. And whether or not that had been half of their reason for choosing it was a secret the stealth would take to their grave. They grabbed the remote from the arm of the couch to turn off the movie and glanced at Milo, who was peeking up at them looking very frustrated. Sweetheart bit back a giggle.

“What’s wrong, prince charming?” They asked. Milo straightened up, straight up pouting now.

“What’s wrong? Well I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Sweetheart. What’s wrong is that I invited you over for a nice relaxing movie night date. And you just wanna watch these horribly made horror movies all the time.” He said. Sweetheart was half tempted to offer Milo a gold star for expressing the emotions troubling him. But that might push it too far. They laughed though, pausing their gentle petting of the cat curled in their lap.

“Aw, poor thing.” That sounded kind of patronizing but Milo would understand them. “I’m sorry. You can choose the next movie if you’d like. You’ve been a gentleman, letting me choose the movies. It’s my turn.” They said and Milo sighed and sank down into the couch.

“The worst part is that you stole my cat, so I can’t even use him for comfort.” Milo said before glancing at Sweetheart. “Oh... I get it. You want to be my comfort Sweetheart, don’t you?” He asked, a smirk crossing his face. Sweetheart feigned innocence and made a soft hum while petting the cat. 

“I don’t take joy in scaring you, dear.” They added and Milo laughed. Both knew it was untrue if their favorite hobbies were anything to go off of. Their boyfriend stood up and stretched with a yawn. 

“Fuck me, it’s late. Do you want to stay the night?” Milo asked, turning back to look at them. Sweetheart stared at his face, taking in every single detail. Every curve and edge of his face. The way his eyes were shaped, the curve of his lips. 

“I love you, Milo.” They said gently and Milo stared at them. 

“I love you too, Sweetheart.” He replied without missing a beat.

The stealth smiled inside their car. Maybe Valentines Day would actually mean something this year.

I’m starstruck for you | A hellish Valentines day for a star and their demon (I’m on a roll with titles right now, god damn. can i get a round of applause?)

Starlight was an inquisitive person. They had questions for days where others might have hair or legs for days. It didn’t matter what they looked like, everyone always noticed their questions. There was one question they had never asked with genuine curiosity. Not when they grew up for it to actually matter anyways. 

They stared at Avior’s back as he explained something or other about the meridian. They weren’t listening. They knew they should be listening and that it could be important. But if they were remembering right, today in their new plane of existence made up February fourteenth. If Avior was right about time, it meant that not even two hours had passed in Elegy. They had taken to calling it that instead of Earth. It’s not as if it matter, nor made that big of a difference.

“You’re ignoring me again, aren’t you?” Avior asked, turning around with a faintly annoyed expression. Starlight blinked before nodding. There was no point in lying.

“I wouldn’t say ignoring. I’m just thinking about something.” They answered. Avior sighed and walked over to where they sat on the floor, sitting in front of them. He held out his hands in offer, and Starlight placed their own in his. His thumb rubbed idly over their knuckles.

“What are you thinking of that’s more important than the dangers of the meridian collapsing with us inside?” He asked. Starlight huffed, but didn’t pull their hands away. Avior was a grounding presence, even if he was passively scolding them.

“When you put it like that I sound irresponsible.” They murmured. Avior hummed and Starlight glared at him. It made the inchoate laugh and press a kiss to each of their hands.

“Sorry. But will you tell me what you were thinking of already?” He asked them. Starlight sighed and smiled at him. He looked confused for a moment and Starlight wanted to laugh. Now he existed how they did. Constantly confused. Curious.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you after we get out.” Maybe after they got out they could ask Avior if he wanted to be their valentine. He might find it cheesy and entirely too human for him to partake in. But they wanted to ask him regardless.

Pal-entine | A familial bond between three elementals and a freelancer (Okay less creative title, but this is the last blurb because im really tired.)

Freelancer drifted their finger through Gavin’s hair as the incubus slept. It was one of the rare times where they were awake before he was. They smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before getting out of bed. They stretched their limbs out with a soft grunt before grabbing their DAMN hoodie and a pair of pajama pants from their closet. 

Did they have class? Absolutely. But they were tired and had three hours between two of their classes. They weren’t going to change fully into clothes when they didn’t need to and were just going to take a nap again. They pulled on their shoes and grabbed their backpack before leaving their apartment. Their phone was at 30% and in their backpack pocket but sometimes that’s how it be. 

They walked towards campus, wishing they had made themselves some coffee or tea or something to help them wake up. They caught sight of a familiar head of hair and they grinned, rushing towards the fire elemental.

“Hey Damien!” They asked. He was fully dressed, but that was hardly surprising. He probably had a laundry list of reasons why getting dressed in the morning woke you up better which prepared you for success. He looked at them, taking in their attire before shaking his head softly.

“You’re as bad as Huxley is sometimes, you know that right, Freelancer?” He asked them. They laughed. 

“Huxley and I are pajama pals. Seems to me like you’re just jealous. What class are you going to?” They asked, switching topics away from the fire elemental’s boyfriend. He shrugged his shoulders and Freelancer nodded. They could understand the need for quiet in the morning. So they just walked next to him. Before they split off to head to their own class, Damien caught their wrist.

“Freelancer...” He said and frowned. They titled their head and took a step closer to him. 

“What’s up?” They asked him. He huffed and let go of their wrist, giving their shoulder a soft push.

“Nothing. I’ll see you later.” He said and walked away. They stared after him before shrugging and heading towards their class. They would ask him about it later when he had time to process whatever he wanted to say.

Once their class was over they started back towards their apartment, knowing their bed was waiting for them. Rather seductively they might add. The warm comforters and clean sheets from the night before was seducing them to go back to sleep. Their peripheral alerted them to Lasko picking up scattered papers though and they ignored their bed’s beckoning to go over to him.

“Wassup Lasko?” They asked as they started to gather up some of his papers. 

“Oh! Freelancer. Thank you so m-much. Honestly I’m such a mess today. I ran into D-Damien earlier this morning and he w-wanted to ask me something but he hesitated. I th-thought I managed to make him angry again. Which would really suck, because I don’t know what I d-did. And I know I shouldn’t m-make assumptions. He ju-just seemed really annoyed. And you know how he u-used to get really anno-annoyed with me.” Lasko rushed out in one breath. They were still amazed with his lung capacity. They stood up with the gather papers and held them out towards him.

“Yeah, I noticed that too. I was going to give him some time to process whatever he wanted to say before checking back in with him.” They answered. Lasko gave a halting nod, his brows still knitted together. Freelancer grabbed his shoulders, feeling him jump slightly under their hold. “I’m sure he’s not mad with you, Lasko. Just take a deep breath, alright?” They said. Lasko nodded before looking down at his watch. 

“Fuck! I m-mean, damn it. I mean, darn. I’m l-late to a meeting. I g-gotta go, Freelancer. H-Happy Valentines day!” He said as he rushed away muttering to himself the entire way. Freelancer watched him go before shrugging and heading towards their apartment again. They had forgotten that today was Valentines day. 

They unlocked the door of their apartment, closing it behind them and setting down their backpack. Their shoes were toed off before they went to go plug in their phone. They scrolled through any missed notifications before stopping by the group chat.

DAMN it’s brutal out here

Fire Sauce (Damien): Are any of you busy today?

Let him dig (Huxley): I’ve got one class in the afternoon today and then practice. Have you asked them yet?

Fire Sauce: I was getting to that.

B R E A T H E (Lasko): I’m in a meeting right now. I’ll let you know in 20-30 mins?

Big Slurp (Gavin): Ask us what?

They chewed on the bottom of their lip for a moment before looking up from their phone. 

“Gavin? Are you here?” They called out, only to be met with silence. They looked back down at their phone before rubbing their eyes.

You: yo Gavin where r u?

Big Slurp: I’m getting a few things, Deviant. 

Fire Sauce: Can you please answer my question already, Freelancer? Before Gavin tells all of us who didn’t ask what he’s getting. 

Big Slurp: Flowers and chocolate. It IS Valentines day after all.

You: I have another class in two hours, then one at 3 and 5. Why?

Fire Sauce: Nevermind. It won’t work.

Let him dig: We can all meet up for lunch at least. It seems we’re all free then.

Fire Sauce: Not if Lasko isn’t there.

You: Am confusion. What’s going on?

Let him dig: Damien wanted to see if we could all meet up for Pal-entines day. 

Big Slurp: Well in that case, I’ll make sure to be there. Are we meeting at Freelancer’s home or yours?

B R E A T H E: I’ll be free around lunch time, yeah.

You: Sounds like a plan! 

Fire Sauce: Freelancer’s place. It’s closer to campus anyways. 11:30. Don’t you dare be late.

Freelancer laughed and turned off their phone. There was the familiar sound of a rift opening before Gavin stood there with a sigh. 

“I forgot I can’t rift with items.” He said and Freelancer hugged him. 

“Happy Valentines day and Pal-entines day, Gavin.” They whispered. He hugged them back with a laugh.

[toinfinitywinning]

KY v TN….

Okay, well. Joke. B/c I’ve had it with KY Football & Basketball hype—letdown seesaw. A Joke b/c 2 of UK’s more recent nemeses, UNC and TN, played out of their minds tonight. We beat UNC this yr but when they showed Luke Maye I was over it. Congratulations.

I’ll Go w/ the more Family Friendly & PG joke that doesn’t involve people volunteering hopefully legally:

“Baby, R u from Tennessee? ‘Cuz you’re the only Ten I see!”

Good for them b/c they got somethin’ KY doesn’t at least in the form of a punny joke.

It’s just I can’t get on board w/ the gaudy orange (Sandra Bullock to Mike Oher in The Blind Side). Y’all can have the Purina Dog Food checkered uni’s we finally retired and IU keep your candy cane striped pants too.

Ya know what’s funny? I can fuss all Night but next Day I’m on the Fanatics App looking for more Team Gear. Ha.

I do Love this Team more than I have liked a Team in a while. They gel. They have so much fun. They Love it. They just need some spark slash help. As a whole the last teams/players I Love…probably the Monk / Fox / and Bam Team …then the twin Harrison’s before that w/their unlikely heroics Post season courtesy of Aaron Harrison x3 tray’s. Shai, Ulis, Quickley, Maxey, PJ, Ashton, Herro’s Team and TyTy I adored as well.

#makekentuckyrelevantagain #thesekidsdeservebetter

[magpiejay1234]

So Episode 103.

We get some backstory for Xyz Dimension.

Allen was part of Clover School, which had Yusho had as one of the teachers, which explains why ARC-V Kaito was more egao than usual. Allen states Yusho is a coward because he left shortly before Academia's invasion, and as we later find out, he went to Fusion to lead the interal resistance there, leaving Xyz out in the cold.

Kaito's entire family was carded, so that makes Dr. Faker, Orbital 7, and Haruto (and other Orbitals owned by Dr. Faker). I guess you can card a robot.

Xyz cast notice the similarities between Yuya, and Yuto. As we later find out, Yuto's egaoism is from Ruri, though Yuya doesn't know that right now.

The mother from the previous episodes come to the hideout (near Rokujuro's dojo) to get soup. Yuya blames himself for being too immature.

Meanwhile, Yuzu is stuck at the city in Fusion Dimension. Though the architecture of the city is based on Venice, this is supposed to be Domino City in Fusion, since in GX, the ship that arrives from Japan to Academia's Pacific island docks in Domino City.

Asuka makes short work of Juvenile Officers, whose colour schemes are based off two girl exam personnel from early GX (people think they are Ra Yellow students... they are not), while their outfits are based Academia officers from Meikyu Bros. duel.

You Show Duel School in Fusion is a sanctuary for Academia escapees. An "Outer Heaven", if you prefer.

These are the bylines, here's the meta:

Allen's entire being is a in-joke to one of Shin Yoshida's interviews for the ZEXAL manga commentary, where he claimed he wanted to make Anna a male character, but higher up refused. So Katsumi Ono gave him a male Anna as a very obvious in-joke.

Asuka won't get a major Duel after this. There are couple reasons why she is here, and not Ryo, or some other character.

The main reason is one of the new writers from old shows is Atsushi Maekawa, who wrote Asuka's debut, and some of the Judai-Asuka episodes.

Second reason is that Cyber Angels were not physically printed back in the GX, so this served as an excuse to print their cards.

The third reason is we needed another Ritual representative (for DSoD tie-in), and since we weren't going to have DM characters, that limited to options to GX.

Fourthly, we needed a legacy character for Yuzu to bond with, since everyone else got one.

Vrash's statline is the same as Armed Dragon LV10, though this card supposed to be her Neos Wiseman equivalent, as we discussed before. Due to punny, non-standard Kanji of the new Cyber Angels, I suspect these were inteded to be released back in ZEXAL era, so Asuka is only prominent legacy character due to circumstances.

Since Yuzu, and Yuya won't reunite until the final scene of the series, Sayaka will get a huge role in Xyz as the obligatory female character, and Yuzu's whereabouts will be important for a while, similar to how MJ got large segments in older Spider-Man comics after her marriage with Peter. She won't duel in these though. This really is Kingdom Hearts.

In all likelihood, Yuzu's segments were originally conceived to avoid more episodes to explain aspects of Fusion Dimension Yuya wasn't going to bother with in the likely original 4-year-long-series plan. Since Yuya ends up being bothered with some of these stuff, this ends up cutting more of Xyz arc.

Though Yusho was present in Xyz, and Fusion, for some reason he wasn't in Synchro, I guess he never learned to ride a motorbike from Yoko.

[bitchinbarzal]

The signs are v funny tonight (but like stupid funny) - say one that said “Moyle has the cheese touch” which made me lol & the Estapa bites people one lol

lol there were a lot of good Beniers ones and Bordealeau last year very punny