#waaaa with this in mind

[kruxband]

OKAY I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING

espn broadcasts 24/7. so rsn, which is pretty obviously inspired by espn, would probably also broadcast 24/7

and one of the times we see chick's picks on air, its at night!!!!

helppp now im thinking about chick coming home after work and he sees me still (barely) awake and he goes "wtf???? joel you need to head to bed NOW"

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Not too sure if you're bored of these yet but have another ask.

Reader's work. Do they work at home or not? If they don't, what's the day like for hybrid Bakugou who's stuck home alone? If they do, how do they keep Baku busy every now and then while they work? Cause we all know sometimes we have to sadly get rid of distractions to get some work done, even if it's one ya want~

Finally in a writing mood!!!! Sorry for the wait my angel, thank you for your patience!!

For reader’s work, I imagine you to have a job in law (bc I do) since reader is so passionate about equality for hybrids. You spend a fair bit of time in the office, but you’re allowed to go home frequently enough to make sure Katsuki is okay.

It’s horrible leaving him by himself for long hours of the day. Your mornings usually consist of you hunting down your shoes since Katsuki hides them from you, and they often have bite marks from his mauling. You then have to encourage him to eat something before you go, because you know he’d probably nap too much or forget to eat out of anxiety rebelliousness.

Soooooo, what do you do with a pouty pup who gets anxious when you work? You give him as many toys as possible! Since living with you, you have given him so many toys that he is often spoiled for choice. Squeaky chickens, rope toys, balls, the whole works. He could spend many an hour chewing on them and gnawing holes in them.

Then of course, you have the TV. Katsuki didn’t understand it at first, barking and snarling viciously at the screen when he first settled in. But now he races to grab the remote before you can, chuffing victoriously when he clicks to a nature documentary. You can only roll your eyes playfully as he settles on the couch whilst you make his favourite breakfast of sausage and bacon butties.

He sits for hours watching the soothing waves of the ocean and its inhabitants, of lush rainforests and harsh deserts. You often hear him growl at the TV when smaller prey animals are on the screen, and you can practically feel his drool drip onto the couch. You serve him his breakfast with a gentle rub between the ears, then get ready and fight him for your shoes.

With a final goodbye kiss, your hybrid is left to his own devices. You taught him your phone number in case he needed it, but he much preferred when you called him. So he sits and waits for you to come back. He watches TV for a while, potters around the house and naps. For lunch he waits for your phone call, sitting in almost silence bar a few grunts or growls when you ask him questions. He’ll then potter to the fridge and heat up the food you left him.

You had been teaching him to cook. He was quite the natural, but he was still learning and you didn’t quite trust him to cook by himself just yet. He eats lunch, naps more and plays with his squeaky toy. If he’s lucky, FatGum video calls him with his best friend Kirishima. The two puppy-boys stare at each other as they communicate.

It was abysmal, the guilt that rotted in your tummy after leaving him alone for so long. That’s when you had the most amazing idea ever. So, you changed up your routine. Along your journey to work, you passed by FatGum’s farm.

Katsuki waited for you on the couch as you finished getting ready for work. You wandered into the living room, yet again tutting at the state of your backup shoes that Katsuki had mauled. He smirked indignantly. You shook your head.

“Kats, go get your shoes. You’re coming with me today, I have a surprise!” You told him, grabbing your jacket. Katsuki stared at you.

He would never admit the thump in his heart. Was he bad? Were you sick of him?? Were you getting rid of him?!

“Well, go on. I have to be at work soon, so hurry,” you ushered him gently. Katsuki swallowed as he stared at you. You caught on almost immediately as your gaze softened.

“I promise you Kats, it’s a really nice surprise. I’ve not lied to you before, have I? Go on, I’ll wait for you,” you promised him softly, rubbing his sandy ears.

Katsuki stood up shakily, walking to his room. He was sure you’re going to get rid of him. He prays that you would do good on your promise to love him forever. He slowly makes his way downstairs, you smiling at him gently as you held out his jacket. You fixed his collar for him, the silver tag with his name and address soothing his nerves.

You’d never get rid of him if you’re making him wear his collar.

Katsuki followed you to the car, sitting in front as he puts on his seatbelt. After doing the same, you pet his ears proudly.

“My good boy, such a good boy,” you coo. Katsuki’s tail swayed against his will, causing him to pout as you giggled. You drove the familiar way to work, but caused him to blink at the destination you stopped at.

FatGum’s farm.

You get out the car, opening his door and walked to the door. An excited series of barks akin to gunshots sounded off as a happy redhead bounced in the window. FatGum opened the door with a laugh as a streak of red bashed into Katsuki, sniffing and chuffing his best friend.

Katsuki couldn’t help his wagging tail as he sniffed his friend back, growling a little when he was caught smiling.

“I feel so bad leaving you alone during the day. So, whilst I’m at work, FatGum said you’re more than welcome to spend the day here! You’ll be helping him of course, with some work here and there but it won’t be difficult,” you explain happily.

Katsuki stared at you with wide eyes, Kiri clinging to him happily. He walked to you slowly, before resting his forehead against yours with a gentle bump. His carmine eyes were soft as they looked at you through blonde eyelashes. You felt his gratitude as you gave him a hug and bid him farewell, leaving him to play with his best friend.

[meggydolaon]

I'm gonna be consistent about how I draw her this time for realsies *sobs*

[nortonswifey]

ok but the fact that im actively consuming 🐟's story but my brain thought "oouh steven would do this for mee 💜💜💜"

[employee052]

went on a bit of a binge in trying to figure out tsp lore n thus ive came up with this diagram.

is it coherent? no. is it only one interpretation among many? yes. will i rework this and potentially regret posting it later on? yes. may i retcon this at some point? you bet your bottom dollar.

but was it fun to speculate n go full game theory on? Yes. yes it was. <3

putting this under a cut bc i am not confident in how i interpret things at all. but im feeling good abt this one atm. ive had a dedicated discord channel in my private server where i just speculate about shit like this, and its only today that ive gotten the push to work on a diagram sdfdfkgkdjgh

[formalmess]

To Dance With You

“1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3…” 

With delicate precision, Luigi’s feet traced the ground, walking through the steps in the instructional booklet he’d picked up earlier that afternoon. He watched himself in the nearby floor-length mirror, making sure he didn’t look a fool — this would be his first time waltzing with Prince Peasley, after all — in public, no less! He wanted it to be perfect, he wanted to sweep the prince off his feet!… in front of nearly his entire kingdom and populace. No biggie!

He wiped away the instinctual sweat at the thought. Shaking slightly, he kept on practicing, attempting to keep rhythm.

“1, 2, 3…” 

He had been thinking and dreaming about this dance for weeks, rolling it back and forth in his brain—ever since Peasley had invited him to this royal rite of passage, in fact—but between Bowser shenanigans, decorous tea dates with the princesses, and routine plumbing duties, he hadn’t found the time to practice. Still, even if time was not on his side, he swore he'd get it right. The ball was tomorrow night, and he refused to embarrass his dear prince; the Debeantante Ball only happened once a year, after all, and he had to make a fantastic first impression. He didn't want to be 'boo'-ed out of the Beanbean Kingdom...

Flushed now, he kept counting the steps in his head—"1, 2, 3..."—as he moved across the floor, gradually getting his movements to be more graceful and organic. The dance didn’t come completely naturally to him, but he was determined. He pictured Peasley's smiling face, almost certain the prince would flash that charming grin of his on the night of the ball. He imagined focusing on only him as they glided effortlessly across the dance floor, everything else in the world falling away.

That made his heart go a-flutter.

He quickened his pace, flowing through the steps again, and imagined the complete scene: the swell of the orchestra, the grand ballroom filled with twirling gowns and sharp suits, the music rising as the prince approached and bowed to him, extending a gloved hand. Luigi would place his palm into Peasley's—he acted it out in the present, curtseying playfully—and Peasley would guide them to the center of the room. And though the audience's eyes would be fixed upon them, Luigi’s attention would be elsewhere. He only had eyes for his dance partner, lost in those deep chestnut eyes, his worries melting away. Left foot back, right to the side, close together. He wouldn't dare look down, trusting Peasley (and his ingrained memory of the steps) to lead them. If he thought too hard about it, he knew he'd mess up, consciously or not. 

Luigi lost count of the steps as he imagined holding Peasley close, swaying, their bodies moving in unison to the music. A slight blush rose to his cheeks, giggling softly at the thought.

After a moment though, he shook his head and tried to focus, starting the count again, reviewing the instructional booklet he had propped up by the mirror. He picked it up, counting out the steps one by one. With book in hand, he started the dance over again. "1, 2, 3..." 

Tomorrow night couldn't come soon enough.

Luigi practiced the steps over and over, picturing Peasley's handsome face gazing into his eyes. He grinned goofily as he envisioned dipping Peasley dramatically at the climax of the dance. He knew his prince would love that — he did so adore being the center of attention. He practiced a few fake dips, using the book as a weight. Lost in the daydream, he suddenly tripped over his own feet, catching himself before he fell over on his backside. He sighed, straightening his rumpled overalls and narrowing his eyes.

He exhaled. Focus!

He started the steps again.

"1, 2, 3..."

“Luigi, my love, have you seen—“ 

Luigi stopped, his face blushing scarlet as he turned to face the out-of-the-blue occupant in the doorway. Prince Peasley stood there smiling, the bemused prince staring back at Luigi. “Oh my. Did I interrupt?” he asked, smirking fondly. 

“A-ah! I didn’t think you’d be home so soon, mio p-principe…” Luigi stammered, smacking his instructional book shut. Peasley glided further into the room, an amused twinkle in his eye. “Sorry, I’ll clean up… mammamia…” Still blushing like mad, Luigi bent over and began picking up the markers he had placed on the ground to get all the steps right, frantic. He stammered, trying to explain, "I, uh, was just... I wanted to..." he trailed off, embarrassment flooding through him. 

“Sorry, sorry, this is a mess… I-I’m-a mess…” he said, "ah... w-what was it you were looking for? Sorry, again, I..."

Peasley’s hand fell over his. Luigi looked up, eyes wide. 

"Getting some last-minute practice in before our dance tomorrow night?" Peasley asked kindly. 

"Uhm... y-yeah," Luigi said, nodding. His face turned even redder — if such a thing was possible.

“No need to be embarrassed, my dear.” Peasley chuckled, helping him pick up the markers on the ground. “I’m touched you’ve put so much time into perfecting it,” he said.

"But..."

"But what?"

"I'm scared... I-I've never ballroom danced before."

Peasley's eyes widened. Now the messy nature of the room made more sense. "You haven't danced before?"

"I-I mean, I've danced before! Flamenco, salsa, a-and I do dance for fun all the time..." Luigi sighed. "Sorry, I've just never... I'm-a not... I was worried..." He wrung his hands together. “I couldn't stop thinking about if I messed it all up. Like, what if l tripped? O-or if I made you trip, on accident?" He whined. “It’s why I’ve been trying to practice all day… but I just can’t... I can't seem to memorize it..."

Peasley's concerned expression finally flickered to something new. He smiled, then giggled, snorting softly behind his hand. "Well, that must be because you're practicing without a partner, silly!" He shook his head, standing up and holding a hand out to Luigi. “Here. How about I help you practice instead?”

"What?"

"Well, we can't have you tripping all over yourself out there, can we?" Peasley chuckled. "Perhaps I could be of some assistance? I've done many a ballroom dance in my life."

Before Luigi could even answer, Peasley had swept him into the proper dance position. Luigi's heart pounded at their sudden closeness. His eyes, still wide, glittered with astonishment.

“O-okay.” 

"Like so," Peasley murmured, beginning to lead Luigi through the steps, keeping perfect rhythm.

Luigi's nerves melted away as he let himself be guided across the floor. Dancing with Peasley just felt... right. They were made to fit together. Like puzzle pieces. 

"You're a natural, greenie..." Peasley said, dipping Luigi gently.

The steps in the booklet started to make total sense the more Peasley led Luigi through it. It was true; he just needed a dance partner to understand the last few tidbits. Peasley guided Luigi through every step, keeping time patiently, counting under his breath. With Peasley leading, Luigi found it much easier to follow the rhythm, relaxing at last, trusting his partner's movements. They swayed and spun around the small room, Luigi’s confidence in his dance growing with each passing moment. By the time they finished, Luigi could envision their magical dance perfectly.

They sealed their evening of practice with a kiss, looking deep into each other’s eyes, faces mere inches apart.

"I think you've got it now, darling," Peasley said softly. “How are you feeling about it?” 

“Better. Much better.” Luigi grinned. 

“Good. You'll do wonderfully tomorrow." Peasley kissed Luigi again, then tugged on his collar. “Now, come on."

"H-huh?"

"You still owe me a cuddles and movie night," Peasley giggled. "It is Friday, remember?"

Luigi's eyes widened; between all the rushed practicing, he'd completely forgotten about their weekly movie nights. 

"I was asking earlier if you knew where my slippers had ended up. You know how I like to get cozy for our little film rendezvous..."

"O-oh!" Luigi sat up. Domestic duties? Now that was something he had full confidence in! "Hmm... I actually think Polterpup got his paws on them last night... did you check near his bed downstairs?" 

Happily, Luigi let himself be led by the hand to the plush couch downstairs, his earlier nerves now replaced by excitement for their cozy night in. While Peasley searched Polterpup's bed, finding his ivory-colored, fluffy slippers tucked in amongst the rest of their spoiled pooch's squeaker toys, Luigi perused their movie collection: a joint effort between him and Mario; they'd been avid collectors of movies since they were tweens. Luigi had gotten "custody" of the movies for the last few months since he and Peasley had started their weekly ritual, though. 

He quickly put the movie on and plopped down onto the cushions. He lifted his arm invitingly and Peasley gladly tucked himself against Luigi's side, head resting on his shoulder.  They snuggled up close.

"What are we watching?"

"Smitten in Sarasaland," Luigi answered, cozying up to Peasley. "Daisy recommended it, actually. She said it's reeeal corny."

Peasley smiled. "My favorite." 

It was true; nothing sounded better than snuggling up close while a cheesy rom-com played in the background. As the opening credits rolled, Peasley idly played with the buttons on Luigi's overalls, nuzzling up closer. "I meant what I said earlier, you know. Our dance tomorrow will be perfect.... even if you make a wrong step, or even if I trip over you," Peasley giggled. "Because... well, as long as we're together, it will be everything I've ever dreamed of."

"I know."

Luigi smiled and planted a kiss on Peasley's forehead.

"I'm not worried anymore." 

[mika-chaos-bean]

TUNIC spoilers under the cut! (i think)

only continue reading if you have played/watched the ENTIRETY of TUNIC and know what you are getting yourself into

my reaction to the rooted ziggurat and whatever those purple things were

(i was terrified as heck)

[taruruchi]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤 🎃🖤🎃

AWWWWW OMG THANK YOUUU!!! Right back at you <333

[welcometoteyvat]

ohhhhh gaming we're really in it now

[orfeolookback]

not to mention bisexuals are still fucking loathed by the rest of the community. bi ace solidarity

[vioslookalike]

after one william years i finally drew more . smile

thank you @kianamaiart for making something so cool :] (hope you dont mind the @ waaaa!!!!)

[convxction]

ooc. Idfc what day is this but u doing this to krumb when xD

[oswednesday]

while i Do Not think this is going to happen but what if we get to dinner, we step away to deal with a b plot (a plot?), and come back to everyone just eating each other like its the royal family on the bbc including the baby

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Btw bringing this back because the lovely margo has posted some INCREDIBLE panels on insta and ya’ll NEED to check these out!!!! (I literally made an insta because of them 🩵😭💗🩷‼️)

Mandarin Oranges: part one

Mandarin Oranges: part two

Mandarin Oranges: part three

Mandarin Oranges: part four

Hello! Your fic is absolutely amazing!!! I love the concept (I'm a sucker for Leo angst lol) and the way you write is just sooo good, the characterisation, the dialogue, the tension omg the fricking tension, the slow build up just hits so well! Thank you for writing and sharing your work.

I also wanted to ask if I could try creating a fancomic based on it? (Obviously with proper credit!) I'm mostly on insta btw, I don't really post on tumblr. Of course it's fine if you say no. I'm not too experienced with all this.

Once again thank you, you're awesome, wish you a lovely day!!!

TYSM!!! 🩵🩵 and oh my gosh that's so sweet! you can make a fancomic if you'd like! so long as there's credit it's fine! i'm flattered you asked!

sadly i don't have an insta (because i'm v bad at social media junk lmao) but for sure link me if you ever decide to draw something! 💕🩵

[practicalsuccubus]

Incorrect Quotes part 10!

(As a reminder, feel free to draw these! Just tag me so I can see them! Im also writing an extreme angst piece and feel bad so Im hiding it with humor) Chase: Just left the doctor's office. I'm up to 198 lbs. I'm going to eat 2 lbs of nachos so I can be 1% Nacho. Nox: Chase. Stop. This is a relationship. We make reasonable and intelligent decisions together. I need you 100% committed to be mine. Chase: 99% yours. Nox: What? Chase: 1% Nacho man - Nox, complaining to Violet: So you can say "Have a nice day" and that’s considered polite. Nox: But when I say "Enjoy the next twenty-four hours" apparently i'm being "extremely threatening, Buddy". - Chase, answering phone: "M'yello?" Deacon: "What. Did you do?" Chase: "Okay… but you can't get mad." Deacon: "WHAT. Did you do." Chase: "Okay, first… I was minding my own business-" Deacon: "BULLSHIT!" Chase: "I waaaas!" - Deacon: Why do you mess with Buddy so much? He's threatened to kill you at least twice today. Chase: Because at this point it's a game, and if he gives in then I win. And he knows it. - Chase: So if you have ten chocolates, and someone takes away half of them, what will they have? Nox: A broken hand. Chase: … n-no. - Chase: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult! Nox, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life. - -in a book- Nox: Sorry I was late, I was doing something important.

rapid, approaching footsteps. door slams open.

Chase, disheveled: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS! - -a book goes off-script- Nox: Bing bong, hey what's up, you're doin' a bad job. Chase: I KNOW I'm doing a bad job! - Nox: I think I'm gonna start gaslighting you. Chase: You're gonna start gaslighting me? Nox: That's not what I said. - Chase: Sometimes Deacon says, “Chase, what do you think you’re doing?” But that just means stop. He doesn’t actually want to know my thought process. - Prunella: Don't worry. chase likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read his diary. Nox, touching his hair: He thinks it's fancy? - Nox: Wife? Why am I the wife? Chase: Because you're attentive, sweet, and look good in white~ Nox, blushing and turning away: Y-You can't just say stuff like that, Chase -

And finally, since this is #10, Deacon and Chase present "I'm at Soup"~! Chase: Hello? Hey, What's up?

Deacon: I need your help, can you come here?

Chase:….I can't, I'm buying clothes.

Deacon: …Alright, well, hurry up and come over here.

Chase: ….I can't find 'em

Deacon: What do you mean you can't find 'em?!

Chase: I can't find them, there's only soup.

Deacon: ….What do you mean 'There's only soup'?!

Chase: It means there's only soup!

Deacon: WELL THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE!

Chase: Alright! You don't have to shout at me ;_;

...

Chase: There's more soup!

Deacon: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S MORE SOUP?!

Chase: There's just more soup!

Deacon: Go into the next aisle!

Chase: There's still soup!

Deacon: WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!

Chase: I'M AT SOUP!

Deacon: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE 'AT SOUP'?!

Chase: I MEAN I'M AT SOUP!

Deacon: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Chase: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!

Deacon: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!

Chase: FUCK YOU!

(plz give me more incorrect quote Memes like I'm at Soup I wanna do one that's StarGoth)

[vonlycsnn]

✖ — EARLY-HALLOWEEN SPECIALTY — ✖

　　　　　　VON LYCAON x GN READER

- SYNOPSIS: you go on some decoration hunting with Lycaon in preparations for Halloween, that's when something caught your attention.

- CW/TW: none.

- A/N: oh my god oh my god oh my god HELLO HI HI HEY ITS ME. THE GUY WHO WROTE A LOT OF LYCAON X READER FICS BACK IN JULY AND EARLY AUGUST!!! IM SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE INACTIVITY... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) September has been hectic for me and writer's block hit me like a god damn truck so I haven't been able to fully indulge myself into writing. I've missed you all so much waaaa...hopefully i can write more stuff for you lovely ppl!

Your eyes lingered towards the clothing store next to you, staring at the Halloween costumes displayed in the front.

As you became lost in your thoughts, a familiar voice snapped you back to reality. Your body shook up in surprise, but you immediately calmed down when you turned around to see him.

Your one and only love.

You had nearly forgotten that he was fetching something of his own importance and that he requested you to wait outside for a bit.

His gaze followed yours, taking a quick look at the displayed costumes and looking back at you.

"My apologies, master. It seems that I've kept you waiting." He said. You shook your head in response.

"It's fine, Lycaon; you didn't take that long."

You reassured him. Before you could say anything else, your eyes lingered towards the displayed costumes again. Lycaon took notice of this.

"Something in your mind, master?" Lycaon asked.

You snap back to reality once more and shake your head, assuring your thiren butler that everything's okay.

As the two of you were walking towards the parking lot of Lumina Mall, you couldn't help but wonder. A thought that stayed with you ever since October rolled in. You suddenly stopped, standing there as you continued to be deep in your own thoughts. Of course Lycaon became confused and worried by your actions.

He approached you, carefully grabbing your face and pulling your gaze over to him.

"Master, if you need anything else, there's no need to hesitate. Just tell it to me; I've reminded you of this many times already." Lycaon said.

"Im okay! I just...thought about something." You looked away in embarrassment.

"There's no need to hide, master. I will not shame you for what you have in mind."

You hesitate, inhaling and exhaling until you finally build the courage to speak up. You could tell that Lycaon is very focused on you; oh, what a gentleman he is.

"Ive been wondering, Lycaon. What...do you usually dress as during Halloween?"

You finally asked. While you can't see it because of his restraints, you can tell he raised his brows in confusion.

You suddenly felt embarrassed from asking such a question, and the air became heavier for you. It doesn't help the fact that Lycaon was just standing there...menacingly.

But just as you opened your mouth to apologize, Lycaon laughed softly. You looked back at him to see his cheeky little smile.

"Now what brought up that question, love?"

Lycaon takes a few steps towards you as you try and answer his question.

You hesitated again, completely scrambled by your own thoughts. Is it really okay to tell him this? Yes. No. Absolutely. Not at all.

Lycaon slightly titled his head as he waited patiently for your answer, his eyes straightening in case he doesn't hear you well enough.

"I just..." Breathe. Just breathe.

"Saw a big bad wolf costume earlier, from the fairytales, y'know? And I thought it'd..."

You looked back at him. Weirdly enough, he reminded you of those cute dog pictures where they tilt their heads in the same manner.

"It'd look good on you...maybe?" You awkwardly laughed to yourself.

Silence followed, and oh, did you feel like you wanted to throw yourself into a companion hollow and get ether corrupted—You hated every second of it.

Lycaon merely chuckled, walked up to you, and guided your gaze onto him.

"Well, would you like to go back and see how it looks on me then?" Lycaon suggested.

"Huh?"

"I'm no fan of having to act as a villainous character when it comes to these. However, I do find myself...enjoying dressing up as that antagonist in particular for some odd reason."

You weren't showing it, but you suddenly felt all giddy when you heard those words come out of his mouth. You gently took his hand and pulled him back towards the mall entrance.

"What are we waiting for then? I want to see how good it looks on ya!"