#wanna have soft tacos later

[kaotical]

New fren

[paperclipfanatic]

There's this whole headcanon I've got in my head about Shin and Sara's relationship outside of the Death Game. It's not definitive but it wouldn't seem far-fetched that they'd fight to the death if given the chance, but if one of them doesn't get to roast the other at least five times a day they wrinkle like a dehydrated plant.

[huevobuevo]

btw i am now going to cling onto you. i will talk to you about doctor who all day. we're friends now. resistance is useless <3

LETS FUCKING GOOOO

[flowermist7432]

Yall ever get a crush on someone but like...platonically? Just 200% that same warm.flurry butterflies in your chest you get when yer' infatuated with someone, beyond simply the work they do and the content they produce. Which, while is amazing and cool as always-- but I always look forward to seeing the random mental thoughts they put out there, their wonderful way of talking and phrases they use! It's all just so great to see em.

But instead of like, romantic. It's more like "Man I wanna be your friend SO BAD. you absolute ray of SUNSHINE" i wanna hold your hand and get mcdonalds with you. Id sit with you in a room thats quiet with us just doing our own things and appreciating eachother's company. I am mentally making you a colorful bracelet that i accidentally hecked up making a typo in.

[daisygirlwrites]

Task Force 141 + Reader (Callsign-Crash): friendship headcanons

a/n: Hello hello! Just some random headcanons that I had written down for Crash and her relationships with the members of the 141 team. Nothing romantic, just some wholesome stuff.

original gif by @collinnmckinley

also, this is really freaking long, sorry in advance. enjoy reading! 

Before getting thrown out the window and getting her callsign, she was quiet and shy around the group. Opting to listen to others conversations, rarely adding to it.

Honestly intimidated with how tightly knit the team is, and given her previous team’s history, she was scared to get close.

Volunteered to be the DD whenever the group goes out to a bar. Fortunately, most of the time, Ghost is sober(enough) to help her get everyone into the car and into their rooms

Would silently comfort Soap and Gaz whenever they threw up, rubbing their backs and getting them water.

In the mornings after, she got everyone a breakfast burrito. Soap and Gaz are eternally grateful. Got a little information about her when they asked why she got them food. “Help with my hangovers during college.” Soap and Gaz gave each other a look as she walks away

After the window incident, Crash becomes a lot more open. Seeing how they treat her as if she has been with them for years, it wasn’t fair to them with how closed off she was.

Soap:

He talks to you a lot and you don’t mind. He just comes out and starts rambling on whatever he has interested him at that moment. You don’t really say anything, just sitting there awkwardly (because why would he want to talk to the newbie instead of his friends) but nodding to what he says anyways. One time though, he looks at you and says “Thanks for listening to me. It’s nice to have someone not tell me to ‘Shut the fuck up Mactavish.’”

Literally you after he tells you this:

“you’re my friend now. we’re having soft tacos later” vibes

Would send him memes and funny videos whenever you guys are on leave

His contact name on your phone is “Bubbles”

Would show you how to make bombs out of random shit. Set them off in bare fields or abandon buildings. Had a couple close calls

Will let you call him Johnny but you call him Mac instead.

“Aww, why not, lassie?”

“I’d rather not get my ass beat by your boyfriend.”

Calls you Lassie along with your callsign. When he wants to piss you off, he calls you Mini Ghost or Little Ghost

Like Ghost, you rarely take off your balaclava and tactical glasses

“The mask, take it off.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna.”

“You ugly?”

“Not as ugly as you old man.”

Has yet to seen you drunk though and he intends to get you there some day

Holds his hand when he’s throwing up

You would use him as a pillow during rides back to the base

The first person to tell him about any drama that’s happening in your life

Gives you advice about men

"Men are stupid, trust me, I am one."

Loves it when you would go on ramblings about the things you like. Anime confuses the hell out of him but he would always ask you about the plot and your favorite characters. He’d ask you about the current artist you listen to and has a list of recommendations from you so he could look them up when he gets home

After a mission gone wrong and believing that it was his fault, you seek him out, finding him sitting alone in the meeting room. You tell him

“It’s going to be okay. I trust you, John.”

He tears up and you wrap your arms around him.

Gaz:

With you two being the youngest, you bond over similar experiences

Sometimes share exactly one brain cell with each other. Sometimes you, Gaz and Soap share a brain cell

Brings out the chaotic gen z energy of each other

Your guys’ energy:

Follows each other on social media and would send each other tiktoks at ungodly hours

Kind of have a competition against each other to see who’s Price’s favorite child is

Gaz finally has someone who he can talk about anime with

Favorite shows to watch together: Cowboy Bebop, Samurai Champloo  and Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Similar music taste. The whole team listens to Queen, David Bowie, Pink Floyd and a few more others. However, Gaz and Crash have the same love of rap and indie pop. Anything they find on tiktok will be added to their shared Spotify playlist.

Gaz would ask about how college was like. He thought about going but ultimately for him, the military was the better option

“Were you part of a sorority?”

“Oh hell no. Loved going to the parties though. Always had top shelf vodka.”

“Really? Thought students couldn’t afford it.”

“When it comes to alcohol, we find a way.”

Share the same sentiment of feeling like they’re not doing enough in the team. After a particularly rough mission, you two would find a corner and just sit together in silence.

Would break the silence by quoting something from vine or tiktok and all things would be okay again

Price:

He has adoption papers ready

Crash, despite your name, is polite, respectful and responsible. Would always help Price clean up after meetings and briefs

Same with Soap, you would listen quietly to Price’s war stories and even his favorite fishing trips

Saw in your file about what happened to your old team and captain. Vows to never pull the same stunt as them

Sadden to see how you’re so young and has seen and dealt with many things already. It breaks his heart that there’s more that you’ll experience. 

You, Soap and Gaz would do dumb shit all the time but you knew when it was the right time to bail. Of course, they would snitch on you to Price. You’d rarely get in trouble though

Basically you two:

Would gift him cigars from the countries you’d visit during leave

Also a matching set of torch lighters. His has a special green flame while yours is pink. 

You don’t smoke anymore but you would hangout with him and help him finish reports together.

Price often thinks about a life where he didn’t join the military. A life of normalcy. To go to a home filled with life. 

Would have loved to have kids and technically, he still can but his job makes it almost impossible. 

But with Gaz and now you, you two are his pride and joy.

Would be the “hip” dad and will always ask about the new slang and memes

“This food is-what you kids call it...uh, busting!”

You and Gaz look at each other, “It’s bussin’.”

“This food is bussin’!”

Ghost:

Did not to want to get close to you at all. 

Was honestly peeved when Price told him that he was going to mentor you

“I don’t want to play babysitter, Captain.”

Surprised to see how short you were. All of the rumors and information he was told, they never mention your size

At first, he hated how you would follow him around like a lost puppy. 

“Leave me alone, go bother Soap or something.”

Doesn’t miss the flash of hurt in your eyes but you turn around anyways.

Before you joined, he, Price and Laswell were all sitting in Price’s office, his phone on speaker. He was reading over your file before Price’s contact said

“She reminds me of Ghost when I worked with him seven years ago.”

He looks up from the folder, Price’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise and Laswell nodding.

“I think we’ll have her transferred to us,” Price replies.

Hates to admit but he’s impressed. Thought the rumors was bullshit but you proved him wrong, time and time again

You still have a lot of things to learn and even more practice to do but he believes in you

Does not go easy. He’s merciless. Has put you down countless times and reprimanded you more. You would always leave training sessions with a new bruise. The rest of the team gets concerned with his training methods.

But you still get up and you blink away the tears whenever he shouts at you

At about five months after you joined, on a mission, you spot an enemy behind him before he does and without a word, you quickly take your knife out and throw it towards the man behind him. 

He opens his mouth to yell at you but he sees the enemy on the corner of his eye and watch him slump down. Your knife stuck in his bleeding neck

Gives you a nod after that. Pulling out your knife and handing it back to you

Knife throwing would be one of the training sessions you’d do. It was also a good time for some small chat

Finds out that you’re also a part of the “Dead Mom, Shitty Dad” club

It takes a year for him to SLIGHTLY open up to you

Told you about one of his favorite dishes his mom made and his favorite Queen song was ‘You’re My Best Friend’

Even told you how he likes his Earl Grey prepared

It scares him of how much you remind him of his mom and brother. You have her kindness and his determination. He will never tell you this

You, along with the team, become the very thing he cares about and will protect you to the best of his ability.

Bonus:

[tightjeansjavi]

your mind, your needs

A/N: so I genuinely had one of the worst days at work today. It started off okay, and then quickly spiraled downwards and by mid-afternoon, I broke. I decided to write this Joel comfort piece as a self indulgence, but I also hope this brings comfort to anyone that has had a rough day/week. Enjoy 🤎

~word count: 2.5k~

Summary: after a shitty stressful day at work, your long-time boyfriend Joel Miller comforts you in the way he knows best.

Warnings: none, AU/no!outbreak, fluff, bantering, soft intimacy, established relationship, pet names, no use of y/n, reader has no physical descriptions, moodboard is just for aesthetics, no age gap, feelings, breaking down in the workplace, comfort, soft! Joel, comforting! Joel, Joel is just the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. (+18) minors dni!

Pairing | Joel Miller x f! reader

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Your long-term boyfriend, Joel Miller, knew your needs as if they were on the back of his hand. He knew just by your body language alone if you needed space, or if you needed some form of comfort from him. He picked up on all your little quirks. Your habits, both good and bad. The things you loved, and the things you hated, and everything in-between. He knew that when you’d have a good day at work you’d hang your keys and coat up in their designated spot on the hooks against the wall in the main entryway. Your shoes would be neatly tucked away, and there would always be a candle burning on the kitchen counter. On your rough days, your keys and purse would be thrown on the table in the hallway. Your shoes would be kicked off on the doormat, and there would be no candle burning.

Your morning started off as it normally would but by lunch time? You were fed up and on the verge of breaking down into tears. Nothing was going right. Your emails were blowing up and it just felt like you could inevitably no longer keep up with the high demand that was tossed on your plate. Normally you’d go out to lunch with coworkers, but today you isolated yourself in your car. You picked a shady spot under a nearby tree in the parking lot and parked your car. It was a beautiful day and it made you feel guilty that you chose to sit in your car instead of socializing with your coworkers. The tears were on-coming as you dialed Joel’s number. The only time that you’d call Joel on your lunch break was if you were having a bad day, or if you were going to be home late.

“Hey darlin.’ How's my pretty girl doin?’ You enjoyin’ the nice weather we’ve been havin?’” His butter-smooth Texas twang was an instant comfort to your present overwhelmed state of mind.

“Hey, baby. Could be better.” You murmured into the receiver. You could picture Joel’s furrow between his brows, and the soft pout playing on his lips from your answer.

“Somethin’ wrong honeybun? Y’havin’ a rough day?..” He softly asked as he leaned back against the side of his truck.

“I just feel like I can’t fucking do anything right today Joel. I’m sitting in my car, alone, because I just can’t take it right now. I feel like I'm about to combust.” You spoke exasperatedly as you slumped back into the driver's seat.

“Sweet girl, I'm sure that ain’t true. Jus’ havin’ a rough day? You wanna talk about it, or do ya need some space? Y’know I'm always here to listen.” He softly reassured you.

“Can we..talk when you get home later? I just wanted to briefly try and decompress from the situation. What time are you off?”

“Course we can talk at home, honey. I should be home a little after five..anythin’ special you want for dinner?”

“Tacos? From that place that we really like?..”

“Mm. Those are pretty good. I’ll pick ‘em up on my way home, okay sweet girl? Jus’ try’n power through the rest of your day. I know it's tough, but it’ll be alright.” He wished that he was there with you right now just so he could give you a well-deserved hug and soft kiss on the forehead.

“Okay. Thank you baby. I’ll try my best to power through. I’ll see you at home, and I love you.”

“‘Atta girl. I believe in ya. See you at home, and I love you too.”

Your day only seemed to plummet even further than it did before lunch. You couldn’t get a grasp on the emails, five people were asking you to do multiple tasks at once. Your phone was ringing non-stop, and you finally broke. You retreated to the bathroom, hoping to god that none of the other office ladies were in there. Much to your relief, you were alone. Your tears didn’t fall right away. You tried to hold them at bay as you practiced your breathing exercises that Joel generously taught you. It wasn’t working and it felt like the already cramped bathroom stall was closing in on you. When your tears finally broke past your waterline, you finally let all of your pent up emotion out.

The rest of your afternoon went by in a blur, and when you were finally back in your car after a long day, you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply in through your nose with your eyes softly closed and exhaled through your mouth. The day was over, and you could finally go home.

When Joel had arrived home later that evening, a little after five, he wasn’t surprised to find your shoes left untidy on the doormat. Your keys and purse were thrown haphazardly on the table in the hall, and there was no familiar scent of one of your many candles. The home you shared together was cozy and welcoming. Photographs of you together and your friends and family could be found in every room. When you first agreed to move in together three years ago, you had a conjoined idea to have separate rooms. At first your friends thought it was a bit odd that you and Joel weren’t sleeping together every night, but it actually was beneficial to your relationship. You were able to have your own space to wind down in, and so was Joel. The best part? On the nights you did sleep together, it was like you were having a sleepover.

“Hey honey? I’m home darlin’, and I come bearing tacos.” He set the bag of takeout on the counter before he padded down the hall. He knew that if your bedroom door was closed this meant that you were needing space. He respected this of course and he always would knock so that you could continue to have your privacy.

You could hear his footsteps padding down the hall and coming to a halt outside your door. His knuckles gently thrummed against the wood three times. “Darlin?’ S’okay if I come in? Or do you still wanna be alone? Tacos are on the counter if you're hungry.” His head was bowed downwards as he let out a soft sigh.

You were completely burrowed and cocooned under the blankets. You reached your arm up and wiped your tear stained cheeks on the sleeve of Joel’s hoodie that you were wearing. The material was worn down but his scent continued to linger.

“You can come in, Joel.” Your tone was soft and muffled through the blanket. Despite this, Joel was able to hear it and he gave you a few seconds to change your mind before he was grasping the door handle and gently pushing the door open. You felt the unoccupied side of the bed slowly dip and crease from the weight of Joel’s body sinking down on the comforter.

“Y’know, if ya keep stealin’ my hoodies like this, I ain’t gonna have much to wear anymore, my pretty baby.” He murmured with a soft amusing chuckle.

“Shuddup.” You rolled over onto your side and gently swatted at his arm with your cheek squished into the pillow.

“There she is. There’s my pretty girl.” He had a soft smile gracing his face to match the softness in his eyes as he looked over at you.

“Even when my cheeks are all puffy and my eyes are all red from crying? I’m still your pretty girl?” You softly teased as you reached for his hand.

“That’s when I think you’re the prettiest. How long have ya been cooped up in here?” He gently grasped your hand in his own and interlocked your fingers through his.

“Oh, you hush. Don’t make me fall in love with you even more.” You hummed as you scooted closer to him. You were seeking his comfort, and he gladly indulged in your wishes. “I’ve been here since I got home. I seriously thought the day was never going to end Joel.” You let out a huff as you nuzzled your cheek into his shoulder as his free arm gently looped around your waist and tugged you in close.

“Baby, i’m just speakin’ the truth. You wanna talk ‘bout your day? You sounded real upset earlier..I was thinkin’ about you for the rest of my shift. I know you’ve been stressed at work lately, but is there anythin’ I can be doin’ to alleviate that stress for you?” His lips were gently pressed to your forehead and he gently squeezed your hand that was still presently wrapped around his.

“It just felt like the work was never ending, and everytime I tried to catch up, more work was thrown at me and I guess I just broke after lunch. I was working on emails and then these last minute orders came in and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I went to the bathroom to try and calm my nerves, but I broke down into tears instead. I just feel like no matter what I do, it isn’t good enough. My best isn’t my best, and there's more that I could be doing. I just feel like I failed as an employee today. Honey, all I need you to do is keep holding me and sweet talking me up. You just being here and listening to me is all the comfort I truly need.”

Joel let your words sink in as he thought deeply over what his response would be. “Baby, y’know it’s perfectly okay to feel like you can’t get all the work done, right? You don’t gotta push yourself to that breakin’ point. At the end of the day, it’s just a job, and you’re one person. I understand it can be overwhelmin’ at times, and y’know what? I’m extremely proud of you letting it out in a healthy way instead of jus’ bottlin’ that shit up. Your body was lettin’ y’know that it needed to release all that pent up frustration. I also want ya to know that you are good enough. You're a good employee who cares about gettin’ the work done, but ya need to be kinder to yourself darlin.’” Joel was always honest with you; it was one of the main reasons why it was so easy to fall in love with him. He never lied, and even when his own emotions were tough to sift through, he’d always be honest on how he was feeling.

“I know it’s okay if I don’t get everything done, and sometimes I’m okay with it. Sometimes I’m not because I feel like if I don’t do it, who will? If I don’t get all the emails taken care of, who’s going to do it in my place? I can only rely on my coworkers to a certain point Joel. You’re right. I do need to be kinder to myself, especially in the workplace. It’s a real struggle for me, and I’m working on changing that view on myself.”

“You jus’ gotta trust that you’re doin’ a good job. As long as you do your best, no one's gonna fault ya for that. You’re only human. Your brain only has a limited capacity to handle a certain amount of stress. That ain’t on you honey. Jus’ when you start feelin’ overwhelmed, jus’ remember that you can step away and go for a walk, or take a breather. Hell, you can call me whenever you want. I’ll always be there to talk you through it. I’m always gonna be here to listen and support you.”

You gently let go of his hand just so you could fully wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your legs tangled through his as you draped your arms around his neck with your fingers lightly toying with soft hairs at the nape of his neck. “How do you always say the right thing everytime? You just know exactly what it is that I need to hear.”

“Can’t reveal my secrets to ya baby. I’m just real good at readin’ ya. What can I say? I’m a natural.” He chuckled as his other arm came to rest along your lower back with his fingers gently splayed under the fabric of his hoodie that you were wearing. He was rubbing soothing circles into your skin as a comforting gesture. “I jus’ don’t like seein’ my girl upset. Breaks this poor man’s heart. Jus’ wanna be there for ya in any way that I can.”

“You are indeed a natural, Joel.” You pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, giggling softly when he scrunched his nose up and playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you like the goof that he was. “I appreciate you giving me my space, and then being here to comfort me. I know I say this all the time, but I truly appreciate it.”

“‘Course, baby. Y’do the same for me. It’s mutual, and it makes me feel good inside that I can bring ya a sense of comfort even on your toughest days.” He softly murmured.

“Can we please go and eat tacos now and then watch a movie or something?” Your lashes fluttered as you looked up at him from where your cheek was resting against the crook of his shoulder.

“Baby, you don’t gotta ask me twice. Jus’ as long as you keep those toesicles away from me. Deal?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his remark about your apparently frigid feet. You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past your lips as you slowly shook your head, “Joel, my feet are not that cold. You’re just being a big baby about it.”

“Nuh-uh. Those toes? They’re literal icicles. Put some socks on ‘em.” He playfully teased as he stole a quick kiss on your lips.

“You’re the worst.”

“Ah, but ya love me baby. You love me sooo much.” He singsonged as he coaxed you to sit up in his arms.

“Yeah, I do love you quite a lot. You might actually be my favorite person in the entire world.”

“Oh god, you’re evil. G’nna make me cry now. Cats out of the bag, darlin.’ Cus’ you’re my favorite person in the entire goddamn world too.”

“Disgusting.” You teased and he immediately went in to tickle you. Your joined laughter echoed through your bedroom. The sound of love, understanding, and feeling.

For the rest of the evening, you and Joel spent it on the couch eating your tacos and watching whatever movie you could find that would lift your spirits. Your sock-clad feet rested comfortably along his lap as he gently massaged your calves. He was focused on the colorful screen while you were focused on his jaw-dropping stunning side profile. Who the hell allowed this man to not only be beautiful on the outside, but also within. You loved that man with your everything, and he loved you just the same.

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[citruslullabies]

Hello! I was wondering if you could CatNap with a cat smiling critter reader, where they both have a sibling like relationship? (CatNap proba taking on the role of the older sibling) you can either do before hour of joy or after, I don't mind! But I feel like CatNap would Manipulate the reader into joining him after the hour of joy

I'm like, totally not busy writing an essay while I write this

But head cannons! Because I love doing these and you guys don't ask for these enough (also i have no idea what to write)

Youre probably a cat just like Catnap

Probably even a runt, if you wanna get real specific

Catnap warmed up to you after awhile, basically adopting you as a baby sibling

(basically a whole "you're my friend now, we're having soft tacos later" situation)

Will pick you up by the scruff and just tote you around

As well as bathing you, this is something cats do not only for affection but to show dominance and safety (basically, he would be showing you that he cares about you but he's also the bigger cat)

He reads to you before bed, trying his best to not have to use red smoke on you

He also will make you lunch and all of that fun stuff

(likely being tuna salad or something)

But hes really nice to you and will drag you into his naps

This of course doesn't mean that you two don't fight

Oh no

You guys fight. A lot.

But you make it up to him with napping with him, and he makes it up to you by bathing your head

Now for after the hour of joy.

He's still.. somewhat the same

He doesn't sleep as much, doesn't eat as much

You're scared of him but he convinces you every day that he loves you, and only wants you to be safe

That's why you both worship the prototype. He manipulates you into believing that without the prototype and without him, you were better off dead

Which is basically well, true.

He brings you dead mini critters that showed any resistance to worship, as a gift but also a warning for if you ever do the same

He doesn't talk that much anymore but when he does it's always lies and manipulation

And may God help you if he tries to bath you with his dry and sharp tongue.

Thanks for requesting!

[xxmia0wxx]

If you didn't know Glooze was my first TADC oc and since I don't like getting rid of ocs hes now Enock's adopted brother

Glooze: I wanna go home but I don't remember what My home is, I dont remember my face, or name, or Anything...

Enock: Need a Hug Friend? Its my job to keep people happy!

Enock: There... There... It isn't so bad here..

Caine: Your my Son now, Were having Soft Tacos later!

[viridwns]

I'm personally in love with genZ-esk darling for Miscommunication.

Just like a fatal mix of "fuck around and find out" and "mmm yes Micheal Jackson please just kill me now these assholes are ANNOYING"

Like I just wanna see genZ!Darling slapping meme references on these bitches like-

Gen Z!Darling: *hugging the biwa lady* you're my friend now! We're having soft tacos later!

Just like, existential crisis low-key wants to die darling I just love the idea

(also I really hopei got the yeeting part right lol!!!)

I could make a time traveler darling story.

Darling is annoying af, but Muzan can't murder her because you know she is from the future so she is a valuable asset.

[drawer-ghost]

Introducing everyone to my version of a lot of Ink!characters with all the illustrations/doodles I did for them (there are more but I am not convinced about the design)!!

Original Inktale/Ink!Sans to @comyet

Undereats/Roo to @sui-imi

More of infos about them under the cut:

- They come from the same forgotten au of Ink!Sans, they just escaped later after that a big fight between all the main outcodes created a "tearing" in their au allowing them to escape.

- I decided to make them chill and protected by plot armory cuz there is already Underverse and Alive!tale for serious plots(Just realised it sounds passive aggressive af I promise I don't mean it's a bad thing, I just wanna make silly characters without a solid and serious plots (for now)). Sometimes you just need a kind of op chaotic gang made of weirdos that like causing havoc <3

- Mad Mew Mew instead came from a cancelled au and Undyne just grabbed her and was like "You are my friend now! We are having soft tacos later!!"

- They all have a house somewhere in the void they built with ink and bricks.(I have a specific headcanon about what Ink is in the Multiverse so it's actually weird).

- They are and see each other as a found family (except Undyne and Alphys that have feelings for each other, Papyrus and Mettaton that has a "situation-ship"/"partners in crimes" relationship)

- They are very chaotic neutral and like messing with people in the whole Multiverse just for the giggles. They protect it too but they treat this role like Sans treats his hotdog stand.

- They don't hold any grudges over Ink Sans and always help him when needed. He usually forgot about them but any time he remembers about them he visited them or sent them something.

- Alphys created a gadget similar to a cellphone that advised the rest of the gang if one is in danger and sent them their positions.

- Frisk and Chara wear these matching hooded jackets both to hide themselves when traveling in aus (since many of them are either dead, very important or very evil) and both cuz they wanted to match.

- There's a "Flowey" too but since he doesn't feel he is a Flowey/Asriel changed his name in Delta and is currently thinking what kind of person he wants to be. He has a bit of identity issues but he is strong, he will make it :>

- This is not a fact but a gag/promise but I decided that any blogs or ask events I will make, the asks are gonna be delivered by Ink Papyrus. There's no reason that it's just funny.

- Mettaton's red flag is that he has the tendency to invite in-universe characters in his show and make the MTT-rated equivalent of Saw minus the dying but it's alright red is everyone's fav colour(except Core Frisk)

- There are also other guys like Grillby, Muffet and a few of Ruins monsters but I would call them "secondary characters"(I love them anyway with all my heart but they are not part of the house)

[zipperrants]

my tumblr mutuals as incorrect quotes (yes @shiftingwithmars I am stealing your idea suck it)

Moony: Why can’t we all just get along? Zipper: Because most of us are assholes, Moony.

Zipper: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight. Maddie: Actually, Zipper, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Mars: I'm bored. Kitty: Wanna commit first degree murder? Mars: Sure! Maddie, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Ness down!!

Nia: Hey, how did my phone break? Mars: You were drunk yesterday. Nia: And? Ness: You threw it. Nia: Why? Moony: You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!” Nia: And why didn’t you stop me?! Zipper: We were busy laughing our asses off.

Zipper: Hey, Mars. These candies you gave me? They sucked. Mars: But you ate them all. Zipper: I had to make sure they all sucked.

Daniel: What are your three best qualities? Mars: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

Kitty: I warned you. Kitty: I'm perfect.

Zipper: So what’s for dinner? Mars: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Zipper: … Zipper: Is it soup? Mars: I soup-pose it could be! *winks* Zipper: Please, enough with the soup puns! Mars: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Zipper: STOP! *one hour later* Zipper: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

Zipper: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Mars: What changed your mind? Zipper: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

STARING

Me as Zipper

@shiftingwithmars as Mars

@realitycanbewhateveridesire as Ness

@romanoffshifting as Daniel

@theshifterbear as Nia

@moonyshifter as Moony

@maddies-chronicles as Maddie

@shift-dreamr as Kitty

[velvethopewrites]

Happy Anniversary

Author’s Note: Not sure what this is, but it sort of flowed out of me. AU Destiel moment, One Shot. All mistakes are *not* mine, they belong to the typo-faery who is a real bitch to deal with if I don’t ply him with tacos and tequila, just fyi.

Cas comes home late, a long day turned into an even longer night, but there is still the soft glow of the overhead stove-light on in the kitchen to welcome him. He smiles to himself as he sees the plate of food Dean left wrapped for him, just some raw veggies and a turkey sandwich, but the thought is appreciated just the same. There’s even a rose in a small glass jar next to it and he takes a moment to breathe it in. Dean hardly ever does such romantic touches and it makes Cas smile.

Kicking off his shoes and flinging his coat over a chair, he slumps down into their sofa, a weary sigh escaping before he can take it. He’s been working too much lately; he can barely remember the last time he actually ate with Dean, let alone seen him for more than a few moments.

There’s the tell-tale creak of the third step on the stairs just as he’s finishing up his carrot sticks. A few moments later, strong arms slip around his neck and Castiel closes his eyes enjoying the warmth.

“Hey, stranger,” says a gruff voice in his ear, and he feels the soft touch of Dean’s lips to the top of his head.

“Hello, Dean.”

“I see you found your dinner,” Dean says, walking around the sofa to join him. “I would have done more but I wasn’t sure how late you’d be and I know you don’t like to go to bed on anything heavy.”

“I appreciated this, trust me.” Cas gives him a smile as he holds up his now empty plate. He places it on their coffee table and Dean immediately takes his hand.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not especially.”

Dean nods and the silence grows between them as they huddle together on the sofa. Cas closes his eyes and rests his head on Dean’s shoulder. He feels overwrought - like a wash cloth that has been wrung out to dry too many times. There is the ticking clock and the warmth of the man next to him to ground him and he starts to feel the tension of his day pull away finally. Dean rubs tiny circles into his arm where he holds him, his scent a mixture of toothpaste, their bed and something that is unmistakably just Dean. Cas likes to amuse himself by thinking it’s the smell of flannel made human. Or human made flannel. He’s not sure which. But it’s an earthy, masculine scent and he loves it.

“Wanna fool around?” Dean whispers, lowering his face down to Castiel's, a wicked amusement in his eyes.

Cas snorts at his husband’s optimism. “Only if you do all the work. And we stay on this sofa afterwards. Forever.”

Dean grins and kisses him, but it’s just a light touch of his lips, despite his question. He pulls Cas closer to him and hums quietly. A few moments go by and Cas wishes he had enough energy to give Dean his full attention instead of his pillow. He can’t remember the last time they were intimate, sad to say.

“Okay, and this is my last and final offer, Cas, do you wanna go to bed and sleep for a thousand years, give or take a day?”

Cas relaxes further and grins into Dean’s shoulder and nods. “Oh, you sweet talker, you always know what I like to hear.”

Dean chuckles and shifts on the sofa until he has his arms around Cas. He lifts him and if Cas weren’t so exhausted he definitely would be more than a little impressed and turned on. As it is he mentally tries to make himself as light as possible (no easy feat these days) for Dean.

“You know sucking in your gut while I’m carrying you doesn’t really do a whole lot,” Dean grumbles, glancing down at him. Cas laughs and releases the breath he’d been holding.

“I think I can walk the last bit,” Cas says, smiling at him.

“Nah, I got ya, babe. This right here is why I work out. Bathroom or bed?”

“Hmm, I should brush my teeth.”

“All right, moonshine.”

“Moonshine?”

“Yeah, it’s nighttime, so instead of sunshine, you’re my moonshine, er, wait, that sounded better in my head. Shut up.”

Dean grunts as he carries him, bridal style, over to their bathroom and lowers him down slowly. His cheeks are flushed and his breath is only a little bit winded. Cas kisses his cheek. He has been working out. Yet another thing he’s missed.

“My hero. Thank you. If I’m not out in five minutes, it means I’ve fallen face first into the sink.”

“Sexy. Make sure you have the toothpaste squeezed out on your face, too. Really sells the image of exhausted breadwinner.”

“Dean.”

His husband laughs and raises his hand as he heads back to their bedroom. Cas is quick in his ablutions and when he returns to their bedroom Dean is already back in bed, the covers pulled back on Cas’s side in open invitation. He quickly climbs in and sighs as Dean wraps his arms around him.

“I need to stop working so much,” Cas mumbles. “I miss you…I miss this, too much.”

“I’m not going to argue with you about that. Especially since I’d win because you’re too exhausted to put up a counter-argument, sweet cheeks.”

Cas snorts into his pillow and kicks his leg into Dean’s. They settle into something resembling bliss, Cas is sure, and he feels his mind already slipping into unconsciousness. He is thankful for so many things in his life, these days, but mostly he is thankful for this - Dean taking care of him. It’s a privilege afforded only to the special few, he knows, and he is so glad he has it. As his mind tumbles further something occurs to him…something just at the edge of his thoughts. Something about Dean and him that he’s sure he’s forgotten.

Suddenly, Cas feels wide awake and sits up in bed. Dean grouses at him and squints blearily up at him.

“What’s up, Cas?”

“It’s our anniversary. It was our anniversary today. That’s why you called work and why you put the rose…oh, Dean. I am so sorry! It completely slipped my mind. I am the worst husband in the world, I can’t believe you put up with—”

Dean sits up and quiets him with a kiss. When they break apart, they are both breathing loudly. Cas feels shame burning in his gut.

“You should divorce me.”

“For forgetting what day it was? Come on, Cas. I don’t have to be Sam to know that won’t hold up in court.”

“No, for neglect, for lack of affection, for drinking all the coffee and for the dirty laundry I leave on the floor—”

“Castiel, shut the hell up. It’s fine. We’re fine. I am not divorcing you for any of those things. Well, maybe eventually the laundry thing, but not tonight and not tomorrow. Capiche?”

Cas closes his mouth and gulps. “I capiche. But, Dean—”

“I’ll let you make it up to me after you’ve rested, I promise. Now lay back down and get some sleep, you damn idiot.”

Cas knows he has a sad look on his face and gives his husband what he hopes is the biggest puppy-dog eyes to ever puppy. Dean glares at him but eventually rolls his eyes and lays down, opening his arms again so that Cas can lie down close once more.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“No, you probably don’t. I’m a catch. And I’m damn adorable.”

Cas smiles to himself. “And you make a mean apple pie.”

“Damn straight. Well, not entirely straight.”

Cas snorts but feels his exhaustion hit him once more and closes his eyes, still feeling a bit sad. He resolves to take some time off and soon.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you, and I would still marry you. For what it’s worth.”

“Me too, man. Me too.”

“I’m going to take some vacation time and not work for a month, and make this up to you every morning.”

“Yeah? How?”

“On my knees? And then on my back, then on your back, then with you tied up to the—”

“Okay, Johnny Sins, I get you. You’re gonna rock my world. Now shut up and go to sleep. You know, for a tired guy you sure are fighting this sleep thing.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just…sorry.”

Dean kisses his neck again as he curls around him, and Cas sighs. Before he drifts of for good, Dean’s voice is low and soft in his ear.

“I love you, you big workaholic dork. Nothing could make me give you up.”

Cas smiles and finally allows himself to fall asleep. He’ll have time to make it up to Dean tomorrow. And for the rest of their lives.

I’m tagging @fellshish and @canonblastedships because I can? Heh *hides* 🙈 sorry guys this is soooooo fluffy

[selineram3421]

Could I request some platonic relationship headcanons of Angel Dust with an asexual reader? If you like the concept (cuz I haven’t seen this anywhere else) I would love some one shots too! Like reader’s 18th birthday, a comfort/reverse comfort scene. It would just make me so happy to see more asexual representation! I also just love the way you write the characters! (P.S. maybe we could get some cameos from the also-asexual Alastor? Could be a fun dynamic!)

Ace buddies, lets goooo!

Headcanons for Ace Reader

Platonic: Angel Dust X Ace Reader

You're both chill. Sometimes he'll flirt with you but you know its all jokes.

No judgement. He does his thing and you do yours.

You go shopping together a lot. Picking out each others outfits or helping each other find the right accessories.

He'll tell you about his day, leaving out the details that you don't wanna hear.

The first time you met Angel was behind the bar in the alley way. He was pretty beat up and looked like a kicked puppy.

"Here.", you offered him a bottle of alcohol.

"The fuck is this for?", he takes the bottle with a scowl. "Do I look like someone who needs handouts!?"

"No.", you take out a box of mints and quickly pop one into your mouth. "But you do look like you wanna forget. At least a little bit."

He doesn't say anything else after that, opening the bottle.

Then the spider wouldn't leave you alone, dubbing you his new friend.

You're my friend now. We're having soft tacos later. Lol.

He grows on you and eventually you both end up at the Happy Hotel.

There's days you don't mind his weird shit but you step in when it gets too far or hurts friends.

Kinda like now.

"What the fuck Angel!?", you say after dragging him off to the side while Charlie stepped out. "Why would you do that? Don't you want to try and get out of this dump?"

"We don't even know if this shit fucking works. Why not mess around a bit?", he says and continues sucking the popsicle.

You sigh and rub the side of your forehead. "Its worth a damn try. Messing around is only gonna keep you here."

"Listen to your friend asshole.", Vaggie said and sat down on the couch.

"I listen..sometimes.", Angel says and goes over to the moth demon. "It wasn't that bad anyway."

You have to hold back from punching the idiot, lifting up your hands to make a point with your fingers that touches your nose. "Angel, It was so bad I was cringing. I don't cringe unless I remember my middle school years from when I was alive."

Then things get weird..

Some guy in red shows up, smiles and laughs about the great depression. A whole musical number and then some casual destruction of an airship.

Totally normal.

At some point "Red", you started calling the Radio Demon, walks over and asks you a question.

"Excuse me if this is inappropriate but are you and the arachnid together?"

"Together?", you raise a brow. "Did you lie about not being interested in my friend?", you ask.

"No.", he says quickly and scrunches his nose a bit.

You laugh. "Ace, got it."

Angel, who was sitting next to you, gasps and places his lower hands on his hips. "Am I not good enough?", he says to you in a joking tone.

"Honey, please. I would rather eat dirt than sleep with you.", you stick your tongue out. "Bleh."

"I'll have you know my dic-"

You quickly cover your ears. "I don't wanna know!"

~

Why can I imagine Angel trying to gross out their friend with work stories?

I'll get around to that oneshot sometime.

~Seline, the person.

ML for Angel Dust🕸

[neverchecking]

Hi this is the first time sending in an ask, so can I be 🍁 anon?

Anyways I was thinking about the “we don’t know who the baby daddy is” scenario, and thought of something that made me laugh.

What if the kid comes out with ambiguous features or looking exactly like Reader, so most of the heroes are arguing over who the father is. Meanwhile, Reader is sitting there like “really 🙄 I just had a kid can’t this wait two seconds?”

And Reader sees Wind, who’s the only one who doesn’t care who the dad is, and is like. “Come here, you get to be the first one to hold the baby.” And Wind is so enthralled with the kid that he doesn’t even have any time to be smug. (He will be so insufferable about it to the other heroes later though)

Serves the other heroes right for arguing over Reader instead of actually paying attention to them

-🍁

🍁anon! You absolutely can be! Welcome to the club! Happy to have you!

I imagine if the baby looks exactly like Reader or has features that are just too ambiguous to tell (Bc have you seen a fresh, newborn baby? ...They are certainly...something.), the boys are just excited bc they now have two celestial beings in their presence. Of course, one (Sage that asshole) will probably instigate something by going ' That's totally my nose right there.' and starts this huge fight.

THANK YOU FOR BRINGING UP SIBLING WIND HFIHRR

Reader totally gets that special moment with Wind, who has, like, reverse adopted Reader. Like surprise! You're my parent now. We're having soft tacos later :DD. And when his parent is like, "You wanna hold baby first?"

Wind immediately is like "The fuck? Is that even a question?! OF COURSE I DO?!?!"

And he's just in love with his new sibling. He's the sibling that's holding them, leaning onto his mom whose watching them with a smile, and promising to teach them how to get away with all sorts of things. "I'm gonna make you the best pirate ever. Second only to me of course. I'm gonna teach you how to steal Wars scarf and how to discreetly push Four into rivers and-" He's so excited to be a big brother again okay???

He for sure holds this over the other heroes head all the time. Especially when it comes to the baby. Like oh, Twilight wants to feed 'em? Well, unless he's whipping out one of his own milkers Wind called Dibs and he got to hold the baby first so that means they're inseparable and he outranks all of the men. So they can eat shit.

AND READER ONLY ENCOURAGES IT MAN-

[momentofch-aos]

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My apologies this is a day late and I have no idea if it makes sense for this. Just a little Drabble I’ve been thinking about. (“200 words” I said. Yeah right.)

On a rare night off, Daisy was grateful that their apartment building didn’t have many trick or treaters. Not that she hated the kids that lived in their building, in fact there was a little 2-year-old girl who was obsessed with Daniel that she had a particular soft spot for. But they were out of town this week.

The past month has been tiring so when she came home to find Daniel having fallen asleep reading on the couch, it was very easy to shuck off her jacket and boots and curl up next to him.

In typical Sousa fashion, he woke up as she settled besides him, opening the blanket for her to crawl under, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist as she curled into him. He dropped a light kiss to her lips.

“How was your debrief?” He murmured as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Good. Mack wanted to get home to Faith and Flint. Ended it a little early. Faith is dressing up as Rey from Star Wars.” Daisy replied softly.

“From the sequels right?” Daniel asked rubbing his eyes.

“Yup. I told him I wanted to see photos.” As if on queue Daisy’s phone buzzed from where she dumped it on the coffee table. “I’ll get it in a minute.”

“I ordered dinner. It’ll be at 7. Mexican? You mentioned tacos last night.”

“Hmmmm.” Daisy agreed “Nap first.”

She felt Daniel chuckled underneath her as he pulled her closer. The feel of his sweater under her hand and his slow steady breaths pulled her into an easy sleep.

An hour later, they somewhat startled as the doorbell rang. Daisy had rolled off the sofa, as she was pulled from sleep, Daniel’s hand still gripping hers.

“Must be the food.” Daniel said smiling at his girlfriend who was still trying to work out how she was on the floor.

“Yeah I’m on it.” Half asleep still, she shlepped her way to the front door, looking through the peephole.

On first glance, there was no one there so, Daisy assumed the food had been left on the doormat. But when she opened the door, she caught sight of the tiny human she missed the most.

Alya Fitzsimmons bounced excitedly on the door mat, before flinging herself around Daisy’s legs.

“Auntie Daisy!”

“Alya?” Her sleep fogged brain seems to lift as she squatted to properly hug her tiny niece, swinging her into her arms as she stood up. “What are you doing here?”

From around the corner, Jemma and Fitz appeared and Daisy immediately wrapped her arms around Jemma, Alya squashed between them.

“We thought a visit was in order.” Jemma whispered as she hugged her tight.

“And I thought it would be a nice pick-me-up after your missions and meetings.” Daniel said from behind them, shaking hands with Fitz.

“Uncle Daniel!” Alya practically leapt from Daisy’s arms towards Daniel who scooped her up.

“Hey kiddo.”

“Cannot believe you all kept this from me.” Daisy looked around the group of some of her favourite people. “You too Fitzy.” She hugged him tight before leading them all into the apartment

“We were definitely due a visit. But I don’t think you’ve properly noticed who Alya wanted to dress up as this year. Hey Al, you wanna show Auntie Daisy?” Placed back on the ground, Alya stood proudly in the middle of the kitchen, hands on her hips.

For the first time Daisy and Daniel took into consideration what the young girl was wearing. A tiny Quake suit, complete with purple accents and tiny fabric gauntlets.

“I’m you!” She shouted, holding her hand out and mimicking Daisy.

Daniel was chuckling as Daisy dropped to her knees with her hands over her mouth. Her heart warmed as the smallest Fitzsimmons moved like she was quaking different objects around the room.

“You really are! Look at you. It’s such a good suit.”

“Yup Daddy made it, just like he made yours!” She was bouncing again now between Fitz and Daisy.

“Her daddy has been working on it for weeks. He had to get it just right.” Jemma said, rolling her eyes at her husband.

“Hey it had to be accurate. Otherwise what’s the point?” Fitz smiled down at his daughter. “Oh I picked the food up off the driver by the way” He lifted the paper bag off the top of her suitcase.

“Thanks Fitz, I’ve made up the guest room for you all, if we want to pop your bags in before we eat?” Daniel said, taking the bag Jemma had dragged in off her and leading the way as Fitz followed him.

For the second time, Daisy looked around at her people and wondered just how planned this had been. Grateful that she had people who knew exactly what she needed. Jemma leaned into her shoulder as Alya chatted excitedly about her new suit and how she wore it on the Quinjet.

And when Daisy suggested she pick up her suit from base in the morning so they could take some photos together the following day, the excited energy in the apartment only doubled.

She was still tired, but with every moment in the company of some of her favourite people, Daisy felt like she wouldn’t need to sleep for at least a few more hours.

[mewguca]

me and the bestie

one day i was like. hmmm enot has an egg. eggcat egg. egg friends? they're maybe a bit more like frenemies...? eggcat is kinda just. dragged along into enot's shenanigans. they are extremely silly...

my enot is some sort of horrifying :3 x3 lol random creature stuck in 2011 that thinks it can befriend basically anything. they wanna be friends with everyone (to mixed results)

ik canon enot is flirty or whatever but i just find the concept of this horrifically silly being trying to befriend everyone very goofy and funny

they saw eggcat and were basically like: "ur my friend now! we're having soft tacos later:3"

eggcat used to be a normal size btw.

enot shrank her specifically to make her more throwable. throw ur friend!!!!

if enot picks her up they can functionally make her slime mold operate like a singularity bomb when thrown. you can literally just throw the "egg" like normal it still detaches but noooooooo throwing your friend is more fun i guess!!

i like to think enot can like bend reality but they aren't 100% aware of this? kinda like haruhi

friend delivery service

she tried once to demand her height back. it did not work. she got used to it eventually and actually kinda prefers being small now because she does not like conflict!!!

(this is small enough though please do not shrink her out of existence)

i think their friendship would be really funny have u ever had that one friend u pretend to hate and be mortal enemies with. its like that.

theyre kinda like a manzai comedy duo

(actually one of my friends kinda inspired this one he id very silly. hi julian ik ur not reading this bc i am too embarrassed to explain why this weird cat thing is speaking like katytehpenguinofd00m.)

idk why i gave myself brianrot over a one-off gag and made them actually friends but haiii