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weird-an · 1 year

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hello! idk if you take prompts/suggestions for ficlets but I really love your writing and this idea just popped into my head so I figured I’d ask!

Billy or Steve (idc which) having a really goofy laugh. Maybe they’ve been told in the past that it’s an ugly laugh or people usually cringe and end the conversation once The Laugh jumps out. Billy/Steve have resolved to not laughing (or maybe changing their laugh) to avoid the embarrassment of rejection again. But one day when they’re hanging out together (as friends or as an already established couple whichever you prefer), Billy/Steve gets a little too comfortable and The Laugh slips out. Billy/Steve is mortified, but it turns out that the other absolutely adores The Laugh.

It can be as angsty or as fluffy as you deem fit, I trust your literary judgement.

tw: bullying, Billy hurting someone in response to that, mentions of (verbal) abuse.

Billy's laugh is too high pitched and when he laughs really really hard, it always chokes in a sort of hiccup and squiek.

"You sound like a fucking girl," his dad tells him. "Cut it off."

So Billy tries to keep his mouth shut. To not laugh at home which is easy because Neil gives him nothing to laugh about anyway.

The boy that shoves him into the lockers at school, calls him fat because of his chubby cheeks and the same slurs his dad uses at home, catches him laughing at a stupid comic someone drew at his desk one day.

"You laugh like a pig," he says. "Piggy Billy."

It becomes a nickname he never asked for. He hears it in the hallways, in the lockers, everywhere.

His mom tells him that he doesn't need to listen to them. But then she fucking leaves and there's no one else to listen to except them and their ugly words.

Billy stops laughing at all. But he starts pushing back.

The anger inside him is a friend, getting bigger with every insult thrown, makes him strong. It's like a tunnel that only leads one way. He nearly breaks the kid's arm when he calls him Piggy Billy one more time.

They stop calling him that. Billy doesn't start to laugh again. He feels bad for losing his temper, but it works in his favor.

He doesn't think about laughing. They move to Hawkins and now its even hard to smile.

Then Steve Harrington decides to hang out with him, because he sees something in him that Billy doesn't really get. Because he tries to make Billy grin even when he's so angry and just wants to lash out and break something until it's as broken as he is. Because it works when Steve tries to put a smile on his lips and Billy wants to return the favor.

One day, they're stretched out on Steve's bed, skin still flushed and nerves tingling from the aftermath of their orgasms.

Steve's breathes ghosts over his neck and his fingers slide along Billy's ribs.

It tickles. Billy laughs. Too high pitched, choking on the grunt on the end. His mouth snaps shut and his cheeks burn when he realizes it.

He stares at the ceiling, panting and waits for Steve to joke about it.

"Oh my God," Steve looks absolutely delighted. "This is so cute."

He tickles Billy again. Billy's laugh slips out again, with that much force like it has just piled up in all these years, waiting to leave his throat.

"Cute," Steve says again.

"Fuck off. I'm not cute." Billy gasps, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks burn.

"Of course not," Steve says entirely insincere. He sits up. "Why didn't I ever hear that laugh before?"

A careless question that sounds too much like an accusation.

"I don't laugh."

Steve falls silent. A hint of confusion on his face changes into something else. Pity, sadness, Billy isn't sure what. But it's gone in a second.

"Well, you should. I like it."

"Just suck my dick, will ya?" Billy rolls his eyes, when Steve tickles him again.

The laugh shakes Billy from head to toes.

"I like it," Steve repeats.

He fucking means it, Billy realizes. There is that weird feeling in his chest again he always gets when Steve likes something about him. Despite of Billy being Billy.

The next time he laughs is when they watch a movie, Billy is sprawled out on the couch, head on Steve's lap.

The movie is stupid. It's so stupid, it's funny. The Laugh bubbles up again and he wants to slap his hand in front of his mouth, but Steve catches it before he's there, intertwining their fingers.

It's easier to laugh after that.

Billy laughs and Steve kisses him. It feels fucking good.

#thanks for the writing prompt anon! that was lovely #it's kinda cracky #todays ficlet comes early guys #I can't really pitcure Billy as a bully himself but rather as someone who has been pushed until he pushes back #idk why i always picture billy bullied in high school #harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #billy hargrove

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honeyhotteok · 8 months

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HIIII I love your blog♡♡♡

I Was wondering if I could make a request, like the lookism boys (you can choose) react to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who looks so pretty and feminine she looks like a princess from a fairytail

Of course if you want, remember to stay safe and healthy!!!

HI!! aww thank you sm!!!🥹🫶🫶 sorry this took so long this is my first time writing hcs instead of my usual fic format but turns out actually writing it took exponentially less time than the time i spent thinking about it lool but here you go anonie! i did the j high boys so ended up making it more specific to a school context :)

hope you're staying safe and healthy too!!!🥹💖

Lookism J High boys react to pretty new girl (fem!reader)

(Daniel, Zack, Vasco, Vin)

Daniel Park

Daniel looks up from his seat at you as you enter the room, everyone already murmuring about the gorgeous new girl.

He gets up to introduce himself to you and ask for your name, not paying any mind to all the positive attention you're already getting.

He knows firsthand how daunting it is to start at a new school and has had extensive personal experience feeling ostracized in his life. So he wants to make sure others don't have to go through the same thing if he has any say in it, and regardless of what you look like (although he of course notices how pretty and ethereal you look, too.)

Zack Lee

Zack would wake up from his desk nap from being blinded by a bright ass light flooding into the classroom as you walk in. Squinting and grumbling with dried drool on the corner of his mouth.

He would stare at you and your beauty in awe for a quick second, then-

"Wait. You're not Mira, the fuck."

Then he'd go back to sleep.

Vasco

"There's a new girl? In the Architecture Department?!" The Burn Knuckles members jump off of each other, quitting their horseplay to hover near the doorway in anticipation.

The moment you walk in, gasps and oohs and ahs can be heard from the guys. Your long hair flowing down your shoulders in the most perfect way and you dazzling the room with your pretty smile without even trying.

A single, fat tear rolls down Vasco's cheek.

"V-Vasco! Why are you crying, you haven't even tried talking to her yet!" Jace attempts to comfort his friend in vain.

Vin Jin

Vin rubs his hands together, smirking and plotting what he's going to say to you to charm your pants off. The usual should be fine-

"Don't even think about it." Mary says without looking up from her phone.

"What the fuck are you on abou-"

"Leave the poor girl alone, you fucking dimwit." Mary pulls Vin by the ear and leads him down the hallway away from you, ignoring his curses and whining.

She lets go, throwing him as he staggers further down the hall in the opposite direction.

Vin turns his head to look around, completely disoriented by being suddenly thrown into this dimmer, different section of the hallway. He squints through his sunglasses and reaches out, fumbling around with empty air.

"Mary?! Dammit, where are you?" He calls out helplessly.

#this post is such a mess sorry anon i tried lool #it started out with an hc writing kinda voice with danny then just devolved to cracky scenarios with the rest lmao😭#also tbh reader isnt very active in these lol i guess this is more character-centric #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism #daniel park x reader #zack lee x reader #vasco x reader #vin jin x reader

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the-ace-with-spades · 7 months

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the silliest of silly ideas but---i just thought despite Mav totally not being Slider's type, they'd make good fwb, and Ice would hate it. (tw: non-descriptive/implied sex)

Ice is usually very reasonable, always thinking more with facts than feelings and that sets his views into firm, neat boxes — Ron knows this, loves this about him, really, and he'd never say a bad thing about it, even if sometimes it can be infuriating.

But apparently, that whole 'go by facts not feelings' thing can also turn into being both oblivious and in denial. Maverick seems to bring it all out in tenfolds.

He's never seen someone as in denial about their feelings as Ice is about his feelings for Maverick. It's kinda sad to observe — he doesn't get the extent of the feelings they do have between each other (romantic, but what kind? the off-on kind? the short-but-intense kind? the forever-and-ever-despite-everything kind?) but he knows it's a lot and it seems like a complete waste not to act on them.

And, okay, he's not a fan of Maverick, but he's growing on him. He's a good guy, all that anger and rebelliousness is just so intense for him because there's not much space to fit all in (he's a tiny guy) and Ron is kind of almost fond of it now. Never to the degree Ice is, but honestly, he doesn't think anyone can be as fond of Maverick as Ice is.

Maverick is also, well, trying. He's not as in denial, and definitely not as oblivious to Ice's feelings toward him, but all his attempts seemed to be either going over Ice's head or being subtly stirred away.

No wonder Maverick still goes for casual one-night stands when they go out to clubs — Ron sees all of it and he'd have also gone along with his life if his attempts at getting somewhere would meet with The Brick Wall of Denial.

"You've got feelings for him, man," he tells him, after another of Maverick's flirting attempts that Ice just swiftly averted, too fed up to bother with subtly.

"I do not," is Ice's automatic response. This time, though, he adds something more, "And even if I did, he's not going anywhere, is he? I can just wait until it's serious enough to do something about it."

It's more than Ron's got the past few months, and still so full of semi-reasonable thoughts that he can't doubt Ice has thought about this enough to convince himself he's right.

If almost two years of pinning isn't serious enough, Ron doesn't know what is.

"You do realize he's hooking up, like, at least twice a month, right? It's not like he's going to be waiting for you to make up your mind forever."

"They're all women and they don't mean anything to him. They're strangers, I bet he doesn't even remember their names."

He's not exactly wrong but— "Oh, so you'd make a move if he slept with a guy you know?"

"He's not going to do that, and even if, I doubt he's going to be telling left and right about it. " Then, when Ron doesn't stop giving him the side-eye, he adds, "No, this means no, I wouldn't."

Ice is right, Maverick isn't going to be telling anyone if he sleeps with a guy, but he can fucking tell Ice is boiling at the mare idea. So this formulates a plan in Ron's head — there's only one way for Ice to see Maverick sleep with a guy and that is if this happens in their own house.

At this point, he'll try anything, and it's not like this is going to be a hardship.

Ron is an equal opportunity kind of guy — or any opportunity kind of guy, more like — but he isn't able to say he's thought of Maverick that kinda way. One, because Ice is his best friend and although he's in denial, he's got dibs, and two, because Ron's type for guys is usually more of tall and lanky and more fun and laid back. Though Maverick isn't hard to look at and Ron can bet he's got the skill to back up all the hook-ups he's had, so well, again, it's not going a hardship, it's going to be a fun night. Sex always is, as long as whoever you're doing it with isn't a terrible person.

It's just a matter of getting Maverick on board.

Which is easier than he thought. He approaches him on Friday, leaning over Maverick's cubicle in the office, when everyone is already on their lunch break so there's no one around.

"So, you up for something casual?"

Maverick doesn't even look up at him. "What kind of casual?"

"The kind of casual you were going to have tomorrow night," he supplies. He's not going to try too hard.

Maverick raises his head, eyebrows up and he looks at Ron like he's lost his goddamn mind. "With—With you?"

And okay, he didn't need to say it like that.

"Yeah," he just says. When Maverick's expression doesn't change, he adds, "Come on, you can't tell me you don't like what you looking at."

Maverick leans back in his chair, neck straining as he gives Ron a long once over. He chews on his lip as his eyes go up and down as he judges whether Ron is up to some of his fucking standards.

Finally, he just says, "Time and place?"

Ron smirks. "My place, seven-thirty, tonight."

"And Ice is not going to... mind?" God, Maverick almost sounds hopeful that he would mind.

"Nah," he replies. "He knows about, you know."

He doesn't tell Ice anything, not even when they're back home. He only needs to say, "Hey, I'm going to have someone over tonight," and Ice just packs his book at around seven and shuts off in his room.

Maverick arrives on his motorbike and Ron takes him to his room as soon as they're inside. It's been a while since he slept with a guy and he's, well, he'd never admit it but he's a bit worked up for the night.

There are a couple of snarky comments about how Ron tidied up and how he's put fresh sheets on — Ron is nothing but classy, alright — and they set up some rules and dos and don'ts and Maverick goes straight to the point.

Kissing with their height difference is a bit difficult on Ron's back so they don't waste time and move onto Ron's bed.

He doesn't know why he's surprised that Maverick is loud, but he is, and he thought he'd find it annoying, but it's actually doing things to him.

It's not unusual for Ron to bring hook-ups to their house and Ice is used to it — but guys are sparse since it's simply easier and safer to have casual sex with women — so Ice only bangs on the wall they share at the noises once and then puts on a some jazz record way too loud.

All it does is make Maverick roll his eyes before they continue.

It is a fun night. Ron is surprised how not awkward it is — Mav is very good with his mouth and hands and hips and just in general. He responds to Ron's moves like they're fighting to prove who is better but it also gives Ron great, great satisfaction when he finally lets him lead.

He's in bed the same he's in a plane — overly passionate, making a competition out of something that shouldn't be a competition, and a bit crazy. Sex works for them as well as it could for two people who have no feelings for each other — they had a goal and were both amazing at fulfilling that goal. It's hot and intense and all the things Ron's been missing in sex in the past few months.

They do it once, fall asleep, wake up at around one in the morning, do it again, also waking up Ice with it, and then fall back asleep.

He wakes up in the morning and Mav is not there, but his clothes are. He meets Ice, coming out of the bathroom, wet hair floppy on his forehead, and when he gives him a look and asks, "Busy night, huh?" Ron only shrugs.

They notice Mav in their kitchen at the same time and he can see how Ice's whole body tenses up.

It wouldn't be that unusual of a sight — Maverick knows where their spare key is and uses it to let himself in whenever he and Ice go out jogging in the strangest hours of the day possible. What makes Ice freeze like a deer in headlight, or his cool and collected equivalent of it, is that Mav is wearing Slider's Dire Straits t-shirt only, which is way too big on him, the collar sliding down to reveal the hickeys Ron's left on his lower neck and collarbone. It covers him up to mid his thighs and this and his messy hair and distinctive lack of pants are speaking for themselves.

"Morning," is all Maverick says as he continues making his coffee.

Ron bites down the grin at Ice's clenched fists.

Ice blinks and then blurts out at Mav, "Why are you wearing Sli's t-shirt?" And nothing else, is kinda implied in the way his tone turns slightly higher.

"What? I wasn't about to wear my own, I smell like a sweat bucket and Ice was in the shower," Mav explains.

Ice takes a deep breath through his nose as he continues to give Slider a side-eye.

"You...stayed over," Ice says slowly, addressing Mav.

"Yeah?"

"At Slider's...?"

"Yeah?" Mav replies once more, a bit weirded out now, looking way too comfortable for someone who looks well-fucked-out and better than half-naked in someone else's kitchen. "I just forgot to bring a change of clothes, it won't happen again, duh."

Ice's face is blank as he asks, "... Again?"

Ron is nothing but a man of an opportunity and a shithead so he says, "I wouldn't oppose if we made it a regular thing."

"You're joking," Ice spits out.

"I mean, why not? Maybe try to buy some earplugs, Ice," Mav says, shrugging and taking his coffee. "I'm going to shower now."

"Next Friday?" Ron pops at him before he's out the kitchen doorway.

Ice slaps his side but he ignores him.

"Saturday," Mav counters. "I'm taking Bradley and Carole out on Friday."

He disappears in the hallway and Slider hears their heavy bathroom door opening and closing with a bang.

Ice's stare is perfectly leveled on him, the equivalent of a glare for him.

"What? You said you wouldn't care."

"Mav isn't just—He's my—I—him—I—" Ron raises an eyebrow at him. "Ugh."

He might be gloating, just a bit, because people rarely get The Iceman cornered, and he's managed it. He is aware there isn't anything Ice can say without sounding like a jealous, pinning idiot.

"I'll keep sleeping with him until you get a grip," he tells Ice when Mav is out of their earshot.

"Slider," Ice says through his teeth.

"He's really good in bed, so who knows, maybe it'll be months or years of fun?"

Ice's expression doesn't change, he's too collected to show anything but his face is red, just a bit, and Ron doesn't know if it's because he's pissed off or embarrassed, and he doesn't care. He needs to get a grip and ask Maverick out and in the meantime, well — Maverick is a good and very convenient lay.

"Speaking of which, I need to change my sheets."

Ice breaths through his nose again. Ron gives him a month and if he's still a coward in denial, he'll ask Maverick out on an actual date and see how that will work on Ice.

#this is beyond silly — this is cracky #but they *are* stupid enough okay?#yes it is implied slider is pan #icemav #slimav #kinda?#ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #charlie writes #op #q

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sky-kiss · 7 months

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Well, since I'm here now, allow me to share a particularly stupid thought.

Imagine the party getting copies of the contract Raphael wants Tav to sign and everyone is just going over it in detail, reading all the fine print. Gale is examining it from his academic perspective. Wyll is looking at it through the lens of his prior experience with infernal dealings. Astarion is finally putting his legal background to use. And just when the gang has the revisions done and are ready to go back with their counteroffer, they find Tav already signed it because "ooo devil man pretty."

A/N: Oh, heck yes. We are pleased to have you. Have some wine. Also. I love this idea. It is glorious.

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Tav has enjoyed an unprecedented calm. Baldur’s Gate seems to have taken a breath, setting aside its propensity for careening towards the apocalypse for a single evening. No one is kidnapping their friends. No murder cults have attempted to waylay them in the streets. The Emperor is silent. It’s truly idyllic.

The reason for this peace becomes at least partially evident when three of their companions barge into their half of the room. Wyll, Astarion, and Gale had headed off just after dawn, locking themselves away in one of the Elfsong’s side rooms.

“Darling,” Astarion begins, his tone bright. “We were hoping to catch you before you dipped out for the evening.” Tav has no such plans, but why clarify? The vampire spawn holds out a scroll. “Here. Courtesy of yours truly. And these two.” He makes a vague gesture towards Wyll and Gale.

“What’s this?”

“Your contract, dearest! Well, potential contract.”

Gale holds up a finger, grinning, handsome. “The three of us figured why not put our collective heads together. If two is better than one…”

“Yes, yes,” Astarion cuts him off. “Then three must be superior. The point is, dear, with Gale’s translation, my experience, and Wyll’s…well, debacle, we’ve fashioned terms far superior to what you might have expected.” The former magistrate rocks back on his heels. “Do you know, I even rather enjoyed myself. It’s been centuries since I put my skills to work and…”

“I already signed the contract.”

An uncomfortable silence stretches between the four of them. Gale breaks it. The wizard’s brows pull together. He opens his mouth first and closes it; it takes another two attempts before he can finally stutter his question out. “I…beg pardon, you’ve signed it?”

“Raphael stopped by just before lunch…”

“The devil stopped by? And you didn’t think to tell us?”

Tav purses their lips. In hindsight, it didn’t sound particularly well-advised. They scrub at their knees. “You were busy! You’d all rushed off!”

“To rewrite your contract.”

“You didn’t tell me that!”

Tav wonders if Astarion won’t just combust. The spawn makes a horrible sputtering noise, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh for the gods…why? Why sign it?”

“It’s going to sound silly.”

“Stupid, dear. I’m fairly certain it’s going to sound stupid.”

Tav worries their hands together. “He just seemed so hopeful. And his eyes are such a pretty brown?” At their friend’s collective groan, Tav pushes forward. “Look, I didn’t want him to be disappointed!”

Gales says, “You should! You should feel free to disappoint the devil!”

Astarion is more succinct: “Oh, you’re a fucking dolt.”

#bg3 raphael #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #gale #bg3 tav #asks #my fic #kinda cracky #Tav: sprints towards bad ideas #Raphael: /hold arms out wide

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atopvisenyashill · 8 months

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my asoiaf crack ships

Jon/Sam/Gilly i KNOW the forced baby switching makes this uncomfortable i don't care they have my heart!!

Jon/Aegon Vi listen, beyond my jokey "jon finally finds a hot single twink to smush only to find out they're brothers" take, i think given all of jon's bastard baby brother issues re: robb colliding with general targ gender & sexuality fuckery AND aegon's short fuse + raised by a proud gay dad + is dornish and they're less uptight about that shit has the ability to give me a homoerotic toxic spiral to rival visaemon and throbb and i will hold onto this until i'm dead and buried

Jon/Arianne i just want my faves to smush + "we were both in love with the same man" bicon duos are my favorites

Aegon IlI/Gaemon Palehair i know there's a wonky age difference but it's bc george is a coward and he knew if they were the same age they would have kissed on the mouth

Willas/Ellaria they bond over both being lovers of Oberyn and missing him (Willas/Oberyn isn't a crackship they're friends in canon i’m justified in having a crackship offshoot for a non canon ship alright!!!)

Baela/Cregan my opinion on the pact of ice and fire is that instead of being this vague thing where Jace's theoretical first born daughter goes North, Baela has to marry Cregan even tho the regents hate the idea of this and she winds up defying them, which gets her cut out of politics, the succession, and generally pariah-ed in the South. Then she never has a living child with Cregan after all that. It just makes way more sense to me that Cregan would want a Targ now and not in the theoretical future (plus you still have the pact thing re: the main series bc they never have a living child, and Jace doesn't actually get to crown Sara)

Black Aly/Alyn Oakenfist they both love a war crime, they're opposites aesthetically so it would look hot, plus I think "i left my culture, my religion, and my home to be with you only for you to constantly cheat on me including with your incredibly young Valyrian relative" is less aggravating and more tragic if its Black Aly instead of Baela "is vastly superior to everyone yet is constantly cheated on by her shit ass, mid lovers" Targaryen

Grey Worm/Jeyne Poole i had a dream where Grey Worm and a large band of unsullied decided to stay in the North after the war for the dawn and they fell in love due to shared history of extreme trauma and Sansa gave Jeyne away and helped Grey Worm design a coat of arms for the marriage cloak and now I’m attached to this idea.

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queen--kenobi · 2 years

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Listen I love stoic Fox but imagine Fox, under the safety of his helmet, making Kermit faces when a senator says something stupid. He can control his expressions obviously, but when he’s wearing his helmet, he has the freedom to make those faces

#Persephone speaks #Commander Fox #Is this kinda cracky? yes #But it's also really funny to imagine a politician just saying something batshit insane and Fox just making a Kermit face

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imbobthetomato · 10 months

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Oh! I guess I’m supposed to make an introduction post? Ha ha, silly me, cutting right to the business...

[clears throat]

Hey there! I’m Bob the Tomato. You might not recognize me without my friend Larry, but I’m the other host of VeggieTales, heh heh!

I’ve got an ask box set up so you can ask me questions, and I can even answer questions in character as character’s I’ve played on VeggieTales...if you’re into that sort of thing...

Anyway, thanks for having me on this neat little website. I’ll be around all day! I...I think.

#veggietales #veggie tales #veggietales rp #veggie tales rp #bob the tomato #new blog #this is petunia mun #so expect this blog to be as active as petunia's #aka nothing for weeks and then a surge of activity for a few days before falling back into nothing #also #if you're following the other vt rp blogs #you know this already but #we're going kinda cracky #a little silly #kinda wild

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teabiscs · 8 months

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I’ll draw top 3.

(Just no four way tie this time pls omg)

#I had some really cracky ideas #but these are my nine #whenever I google reference photos for hair #sometimes I see ancient fanart #or ships that I NVER SEE #and kinda in the sense of Pokémon #I gotta draw them all #ReiMystel RickMichael #just to name two #MiguelClaude sounds cute #RickLee is an idea I’ve had #also Sergei Rei bc I am unhinged #also hear me out.#Tsuki Takao or Tsuki Kai #just for giggles #thanks #it’s also been a min since I’ve drawn Salima and Kane

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found--family · 1 year

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so i'm relistening to Bridgewater season 1 and i was looking at the real Bridgewater Triangle wiki page and the map of the area and out of curiosity i cross-referenced the area with this travel map of Supernatural and noticed that while Dean (and Sam) never ventured into the triangle they got close when they visited Providence, Rhode Island which is just over 10 miles away from the closest corner of the triangle on the other side of the Massachusetts state line, and why were they in Providence? well, the episode was 2x13 Houses of the Holy ie. the very first angels ep where Dean (a seasoned supernatural hunter) didn't believe in angels even though they later turned out to be real. meanwhile Bridgewater focuses on a seasoned folklore professor living in the Bridgewater Triangle who doesn't believe in the supernatural even though it later turns out to be real and is played by the actor who plays the angel Castiel who is the first real angel Dean meets.

#Bridgewater #spn posting #where worlds collide #2x13 #deancascore #everything is destiel #we're in the spn multiverse #this is pure cracky fun. just a crazy coincidence of life. and no it doesn't quite match up #bc dean was never IN the triangle (according to that map) but idc bc it was fun and this may inspire more thoughts #thoughts #OH - and the professor's mom lives in california and wants her son to move there with her away from the #family baggage of a dead parent kinda like how Sam moved to Cali to escape the dead parent and hunting baggage #i've connected the dots #oOH- and professor 'jeremy' name means: Lifted up; exalted by God - liKe aN aNgEL moreover one who #lifted Dean up raised him from perdition. furthermore: 'bradshaw' means 'broad' and 'thicket' ie. beefcake!misha/cas #i am having a BLAST with this insanity!! that's what fandom life is about: finding joy and revelling in it #oHHH - and the motel they stay at in 2x13 is called: The Big Ride in. in the ep with supposed angels. and Dean is later #raised from perdition

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seas-of-silver · 10 months

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For the ask game ❤️💛

// Ladybug thought she had had everything handled; it was only when the blond cousin revealed his true nature that she realized she'd tied up the wrong one!

Ladybug thought she had had everything handled; it was only when the blond cousin revealed his true nature that she realized she'd tied up the wrong one!

'Damn it, Félix!' Ladybug exclaimed. 'Why didn't you say anything earlier?'

'I was curious as to why you needed my cousin so desperately as to kidnap him,' he replied from his position slung over her shoulder, still bound by her yo-yo, looking as infuriatingly calm as ever. 'You know if you just asked him that he'd go anywhere with you, Marinette. Besides, he's in London right now.'

Ladybug growled and put him down on his feet, recalling her yo-yo as she pinned her boyfriend's cousin with a glare. She was tired, and now that she got a proper look at him, he was obviously in his pyjamas with bed head, making his hair look more like Adrien's. She knew Adrien was in London, but as she swung past him earlier, he looked too much like Adrien that Ladybug couldn't help but take the opportunity to rescue what she thought was her boyfriend, too exhausted to think straight and realise it wasn't him.

'You know perfectly well why I'd go to such drastic measures,' Ladybug retorted. 'Speaking of; why did you decide that a theatre performance was the best way to tell me everything? Why didn't you and Kagami just talk to me? Preferably before Adrien was forced to leave Paris?'

'That's the way Kagami wanted to tell you,' Félix admitted, 'but I thought that the most optimum way of delivering all the information was through a storytelling medium - we figured that us performing the story would hold your attention long enough to give us a chance to make you listen to what we had to tell you.'

'Well, it did work,' Ladybug conceded, 'but I also thought I had dreamt the entire thing and struggled to put it all together. But that doesn't answer the question of why you two didn't tell me earlier.'

'Rehearsals,' answered Félix with a light shrug. 'Kagami is wonderful, but a theatre major she is not.'

'How did you convince Kagami to perform, anyway?' she asked curiously, before shaking her head to refocus. 'Ugh, tell me later. Anyway! So - Gabriel Agreste is Monarch, and you and Adrien are both part-sentimonster?'

'Correct on both counts,' he confirmed.

'And does Adrien know about any of this?' she pressed.

'To my knowledge, no,' said Félix.

Ladybug groaned. Poor Adrien was being left in the dark about, well, everything. 'Why didn't you tell him all this?'

'We couldn't risk it,' Félix answered. 'Gabriel still has possession of Adrien's amok, and therefore has control over Adrien. Telling him could jeopardise everything, including any advantage we have to defeat my uncle.'

Ladybug nodded thoughtfully. Unfortunately, Félix was right. But sooner or later, Adrien deserved to know.

'Fine,' she agreed, 'but as soon as Monarch is defeated, you have to tell Adrien everything. And you won't disappear on him like you did with me - you stay with him and answer every question he has for you, and you will comfort and support him so that he can come to terms with the bombshells you'll be dropping on him. This is your shared history - I can't be the one to tell him. Got it?'

Félix grumbled, pouting. 'I was hoping maybe that you-'

'No,' she immediately cut him off. 'Not me - you. Copy?'

He sighed. 'Fine. Now, can you take me back? I'm kinda cold.'

Ladybug shot him a deadpan look.

'You and I both know you can transform into Argos and get yourself home,' she retorted.

'But you're the one who kidnapped me,' he fired back, smirking playfully.

'I wasn't- I was trying to save Adrien-' she blustered, before sighing. 'I'm too tired for this.'

'Maybe you need some melatonin if you're struggling to sleep?' Félix suggested.

'What I need is to stop my father-in-law from destroying the universe and for him to let my husband freely live his life,' Ladybug muttered dully. After a moment, her own words registered in her mind and her eyes widened. 'I- I mean- to stop Gabriel and- boyfriend not husband-'

Félix laughed lightheartedly. 'I understood, don't worry... cousin-in-law.'

'Go home, Félix!'

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voicestm · 2 months

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#danny is actually clawing at the cage he's fuckin mad- @designedparadigm Daniel please. Completely different verses! Though if he's gonna fight for her. She might just forget about this entire thing. This is all gonna go right to her head.

#designedparadigm #- { OOC } -#- { Crack } -#??#Only kinda cracky

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setaripendragon · 2 years

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One of Mollymauk's scams goes very, very wrong. He makes the best of it.

Molly is, if he does say so himself, a pretty damn good actor. He’s spent most of his life lying his lying face off, after all, he’s had a lot of practice. So he pastes a charming grin on his face and flatters and flirts his way through the ridiculous number of powerful, influential, and – most importantly – wealthy people at this banquet, entirely certain that not a one of them can tell that he’s screaming inside.

It was meant to be nothing but a fun little con, just a quick jaunt into some noble’s fancy to-do so that he could drink ridiculously expensive wine and eat disgusting fancy foods and see what all the fuss is about. A new experience! And then he’d go back to the circus and move on with his life!

That was two months ago.

Continue reading on Ao3

#Critical Role #Mighty Nein #Mollymauk Tealeaf #Caleb Widogast #Widomauk #AU #kinda cracky

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trans-girl-uchiha-itachi · 10 months

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i wrote some househusband itachi today because i've lost control of my life

#the trashcan speaks #my fic #theres more and i think it's really funny but sadly it's in the context of a cracky au i kinda dont wanna uh. write #if we want the rewards of Itachi's Facebook Marketplace Fetchquest we must suffer the mortifying ordeal of massacre interrupted AU

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welliguessimin · 11 months

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"Kiss, marry, kill, A, B and C"

"Kill B by hitting them with a car when they're out walking with A and C. The other two become collateral damage. I give A CPR to make it seem like it wasn't on purpose. Afterwards I take C's surname claiming that we were planning on marrying but it's actually just because they have a good surname.

#dialogue prompt #kinda cracky if you'll excuse my ao3

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merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale · 2 years

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skipping over the loops and hoops my brain went through to come up with this because explaining it would be a whole ass paragraph I don’t want to write, but can you imagine Steve hearing Danny’s Retail Voice?

(I am upfront about having a shitty memory so idk if its ever stated if either of them had other work outside of their military and law enforcement careers. But from what I got is after being shipped out Steve’s life was basically the Navy. While Danny went to college so like I’m just assuming some sort of part time gig to help with bills and stuff)

Cos Steve’s so used to Danny being...Danny. The retail voice is not something that one thinks of when dealing with Danno.

Steve feeling a little smug because he recognizes that the closest he’s heard that voice before is when Danny deals with Rachel or that times Danny had to cater to his ex-mother-in-law and even that had a breaking point(and honest the most ever deserved moment for Danny to have been allowed to say Fuck You )

Steve could pull up working records but he prefers Danny tell him about it on his own. It’s weirdly fascinating.

there’s no real point to this post beyond this. I think about McDanno a lot. I think about them in weird normal situations like this. Like yeah...Steve hearing Danny’s retail voice is probably a thing.

#McDanno #just more stuff for Steve to add to his Danno Journal #because one of my biggest(and depending on the topic or day kinda cracky) headcanon #is that Steve keeps notebooks full of notes on Danny.#Danny's fascinating and Steve can't always figure out something so he hoped if he jotted down notes and stuff #something bigger would click #he's at least three note books in by the end of season one. if you check the garage the newest boxes are his notes on Danny #it becomes a winding down time routine for him #it's not creepy it's loving!#(it's kinda creepy Steve. but we get you so we let it go. but if an outside team ever went through your things #they would be very concerned with your devotion towards Danny probably.)#(though it does tie into my AOL characters are brothers so I have thought about how addicted and obsessed Vincent would be with Danny)

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