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Know why they're called disguises? Cause when someone's wearing one, no one knows who dis guys is!
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Anyone else still in denial that Greed died? lol
#spoiler?#lol w/e its been years since the series ended#just glad that i finished it finally#my childhood amine lol#maaan i no longer like drawing on my laptop+tablet combo#but i gotta make stuff I GOTTA I JUST GOTTAAAA#*toddler tantrum on the floor*#fmab#ling yao#greeling#fmab greed#fma#compunyetadraws#<- hmmm i wonder if anyone will get that lol (its for me anyway lol)#its a two/three language pun? word play to me (that is also a bit of a stretch)
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Being Kind To One Another
So I was watching through S1 again the other day for something, and you know how little things stand out to you that sometimes you didn't notice before. Like word puns that just fly past so quickly. Then one day the meta-brain inside suddenly goes "wait-wot! That was a repeated word!" and leaps upon it. yeah, you don't ignore stuff that in Good Omens.
So what did I hear repeated?
Kind.
One word. Three meanings.
Oh, come now, we can't just have one or two meanings with it. This is Good Omens, after all. The more that can be stuffed into it the better. And all of it works.
To start, we have the pun with the goats in the Flood scene, during the cold opening of Ep3, Hard Times.
Kids. Children. You can't kill children. Yep. Just warming you up here. Actually, its a bit of a theme in Good Omens, avoiding the slaughter of innocents, but we are getting a bit off track. Here is next bit:
[And because I cannot find the GIF to go with it] Crowley replies sarcastically:
"How kind."
oh. Oh. Geddit? No? Well, you might be excused, because it's actually doing a cross-over job with the next time period scene, at Golgotha, and it's one of those puns that you can really only understand going backwards.
On the one hand, we have the German meaning for kind which is "child," but we also need to introduce the third meaning for kind.
Remember this exchange?
We can take the kind here to be "thoughtful and caring," but you could also use another meaning for kind - as in like kind, or all belonging together, as in a family. So, be like family to each other.
Oh, yeah. Considering how some families are to each other that would definitely get some people upset.
Please, won't you consider the children?
I explain the other pun with the demon names here.
#good omens#good omens meta#crowley#aziraphale#not the kids#be kind to one another#just punning around#word play#language stuff
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the fact that people can’t tell the difference between entomology and etymology bugs me beyond words
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cat-bee from poppy playtime
cat-bee: bee pawsitive!
#art mine#2023 art mine#digital art#shapeshiftinterest#games#poppy playtime#cat bee#cats#animals#bees#bugs#word play#was a little worried i should have only used 1 pun instead of 2 but it's fine#she's 2 diff things#she can have 2 puns if she wants
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What do you get when you cross a llama and a gopher? In this game from GAMES Magazine's March 1985 issue, Anna Mulcross and artist Donna Ruff present a variety of whimsical hybrids whose names are all actual words made by combining the names of the animals. So a llama and a gopher, with the clue "is very lazy", is a loafer. Can you identify them all?
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le Congrès de Vienne ne marche pas, il danse.
- Napoleon Bonaparte
#bonaparte#napoleon#napoleon bonaparte#quote#dance#louvre#congress of vienna#european history#politics#europe#art#beyonce#dancing#dancer#pun#word play
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One of my hyperfixations atm is Sally Face! I’ve been drawing a lot of fanart of it, and here’s one of the drawings :D
#meme#joke#art#digital art#digital drawing#sally face#sally fisher#sal fisher#sally face fanart#sally face art#fanart#play on words#pun
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Face palm.
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Cal and andre school bathroom stall quickie??🤔🤔
andre after track, who still has some adrenaline, rushing to the stall that he knows cal is waiting for him in.
not even bothering to get his shorts all the way off before spitting into his hand, giving his dick a few strokes. sticking two of his fingers into cal's mouth for him to circle them with his tongue and lube them up, he stuffs them into cal to make sure he's stretched out enough. (obviously he is, what else would he have been doing while waiting for andre).
setting one hand on cal's hipbone to steady himself, andre quickly thrusts into cal with his other hand covering cal's mouth while biting his shoulder to keep quiet.
andre comes, biting harder onto cal's shoulder that is surely going to leave a mark.
after andre recollects himself from his orgasm he turns cal around, lurching forward with a violent kiss. cal takes andre's bottom lip between his teeth hard enough to draw blood, still pent-up from awaiting his orgasm and grinding against andre.
he gasps when andre wraps his hand around his cock, throwing his head back and hitting it against the wall and mewling at the pain. he puts his hand over his mouth to stifle a whimper that andre will definitely mock him for later. but right now, andre wants to kiss him. so he does. he replaces cal's hand with his mouth, and it's intimate; all breaths and small noises, cal's tongue dipping into andre's mouth.
cal thrusts in time to match andre's hand while holding onto the back of his shirt. his hips stuttering before climaxing, cum dripping down andre's hand, his wrist. andre kisses him again as he slows down his hand but not stopping, rubbing his thumb over cal's slit just to hear him make a high-pitched sound into andre's mouth.
cal rests his head on andre's shoulder, breathing heavily, before andre brings his hand to cal's mouth. he pokes his tongue out once, twice, to get a taste of himself, and then he cleans andre's hand, about to swallow it before andre opens his mouth for it to be spit into.
#someone knocked on the door after and andre had to lie and say that he had explosive diarrhea so no one would want to use the stall#and so that they could *stall* until everyone else left (pun is intended)#asks#caldre ramblings#zero day#andre kriegman#cal gabriel#caldre#i wish writing this was as quick as the quickie but i get distracted so easily#i kept switching from adding a few words to playing my mobile game that im currently obsessed with#i feel like the ending is very abrupt but i actually really like to sleep and would like to do it shortly#go easy. please. im mildly high and sleepy and smut is not my strong suit
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My quilt guild challenge this year is "Play on words" and we are supposed to make a idiom or a pun come to life on a small quilt.
This is mine. I named him Carl which is irrelevant but I felt you should know.
[Hint: He's a pun.]
He's an alligator in a vest .
He's an investigator.
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Mhin: Poorly Disguised || Mhin x Unspecified MC (Dom!MC is implied??)
Rating: T || CW: Implied future misuse of a Senobium (clergy/government?) uniform. Brothel mention in narrative. Stolen clothes that don't fit. Premise: crack treated seriously.
Mhin's arms are crossed tightly, eyes closed, breaths carefully even. They can hear the shuffling of fabric behind them. Uncertain steps. The sound of your bandaged hands smoothing down starched fabric.
A long stretch of silence.
Their eyebrow twitches in impatience; they lose count of the exhalations they were taking a census of.
“Mhin, I…uh, I don't think this is going to work.”
Mhin turns to you impatiently, a sharp question poised on their lips, but once their eyes land on you they see exactly what you mean.
The Senobium uniform hugs the contours of your body far too tightly for propriety. The buttons on the blouse are splayed open a scandalous amount, unable to close due to the poor fit of the stolen garment, thus allowing Mhin a teasing glimpse of your chest. The tempting image of you is burned in their mind before they can look away, the heart that they had been keeping so carefully in check while you changed now racing.
You don't look a single bit like you'd be mistaken for a legitimate member of the clergy, not even to the uncaring or untrained eye. Not that much of anyone could possibly look away from you, once they’ve caught a glimpse…
Idiot, don't you know what you–
Mhin feels the heat staining their face as they press their palms against their eyes as if to ward off a headache. They need to reign themselves in before they forget all self control. They aren't going to allow themselves to look at you again while you're still wearing that.
Not that it helps. Mhin won’t be forgetting what they saw any time soon. You look like someone's very expensive, if very heretical, fantasy. Mhin doesn't even want to guess what someone might pay at Elyon’s brothel just to look at you, let alone…
“This was a stupid idea,” Mhin spits through hands still shielding their face. If they are lucky you'll mistake their body language for an expression of pure frustration and not the attempt to hide their blush that it is.
But Mhin has never been very lucky.
They're so flustered that they don’t even hear you approach–your lips brushing against their ear as you speak comes as a surprise, their cursed predator-sharp instincts gone silent.
“Maybe not that terrible of an idea…” you posit. Mhin shivers despite themself; if you didn't know the effect you had on them before, you certainly do now.
They can feel the fever of you against their side, can feel you like an arrow to the heart, leaning into them with your body, your own hands held carefully out of the way. You chuckle darkly, pressing a dizzying kiss against the sensitive skin covering their parotid before you rest your chin sweetly in the curve of their neck and shoulder.
“You put all that work into getting this uniform for us, Mhin... I know it turned out to be a dead end but... I should still reward you for your hard work, right?”
Against their better judgment, Mhin drops their hands. Turns to face you. Finds their fingers pressing urgently into your skin, curving along your jaw giving you the very touch they so often wish they could receive from you. The ease with which you welcome their kiss–the way you've anticipated their eager capitulation–is something they'll have to scold themself about at a later date. For now...
It is unwise to allow a debt to go unpaid in this city.
#time to get lucky mhin#time to go undercover but not how you thought#/gets jailed for pun crimes#mhin touchstarved#touchstarved fanfic#touchstarved game#i had this q'd on their bday then i decided i didnt know if i liked it - a toxic perfectionism story#happy late bday to Mhin tho mwah#Atheris playing katy perry's bday song on repeat until Mhin turns it off cmon babe lets have a real wild night&watch ur favorite documentar#i used to word 'heretical' which means this is lowkey ft. Atheris#*BIG SIGH* adds to self-prompt list: this but with Vere... >:)#toxintouch writing
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Ricki Tikki MacTavish
Back home for once, Soap brings Ghost over to his flat. A small visitor awaits them
Coming home is an exceptionally rare luxury. And an even more rare occurrence is Simon Riley actually having any time away from the field. Johnny wanted to seize his chance to get to know the other more. Plus, he knows Ghost has nowhere to go, so it was only right to invite him over to his place. Really, it was more of a plead than an invitation, as old habits rarely die with that man.
As they approach the apartment door, Soap pulls out a monstrosity of keys.
"How many fucking flats do you own?" Ghost states in astonishment.
"Just the one,'' Soap responds.
“Going to be here for ages trying to get into it.” Ghost states, rolling his eyes.
“Have a little faith.” Soap grins, almost magically flipping to the correct key with one cacophony of jingling, shaking it some more in triumph.
A little more jangling of keys, and Soap unlocks the apartment door, gesturing for Ghost to go ahead.
Ghost couldn't help but gawk upon entering. A few stains on the carpet notwithstanding, the place was downright pristine.
After tossing his bags by the door, Soap takes a look at his welcome guest.
"What? Never seen a clean flat before?" Soap teased.
"Well I certainly didn't expect one from you" Ghost retorted.
"Think I got the name by being filthy?"
"Oh I know where you got the name, slippery bastard" Ghost lets out a guffaw then picks up the shorter Scot, scooping him up in a hug. This knocks the air out of Soap a bit, and gets him blushing.
"Easy with the goods!" he laughs.
"That was easy"
Their banter is cut short, as there was someone else in the apartment. Ghost puts down his friend, and turns around. A small, fluffy tabby cat has made its presence known. The cat is quite loud, and continues to meow until Soap leans over to acknowledge her. He immediately melts at the sight of his beloved cat, scooping her up in his arms.
"Ricki! Oooh I've missed the hell out of you! My wee lady hold down the fort alright? Not give Ms. Darcy any trouble, did ya?"
Ghost watches as Soap devolves into a babbling Scottish mess at this cat. He lets out a chuckle, almost endeared at the display. "Didn't tell me you had a missus."
"Ah Ms. Darcy's just my landlord. Takes care of Ricki when I’m gone," says Soap.
"I mean the cat, MacTavish."
Snapping a bit out of his loving stupor, Soap tucks Ricki under his arm like a football. "This here's Ricki. My gran couldn't resist her face, but her allergies certainly could. So I took her in," He pauses to scritch the top of the cat's head with his other hand.
Ghost gives a genuine smile. His eyes go between Soap and Ricki, and raises his eyebrows at the man, clearly asking a question.
“Go ahead. Unlike me, she doesn’t bite.” Soap smirks, now holding Ricki like a baby.
Ghost almost seems apprehensive to pet the cat, not wanting to spook her. However as he moves his hand towards her, she pushes her face up to his hand, purring loudly.
“Aww, looks like you’re allowed to stay,” says Soap.
“Didn’t know there’d be a test,” Ghost replies contently, with much of his focus now on the purring cat. “Good to know you’ve got someone looking out for you off the job”
"Aye, really we look out for each other.” Soap beams, using one of his hands to now rub the cat’s belly. “Ricki canny hear a thing. Deaf as all, but fuckin’ loud as all too. Wouldn’t have her any other way”
Ricki takes a gentle swat at Soap's hand, shooting him a look. Ghost retracts his to avoid being included in getting hit.
“Guess the welcome party’s over” Ghost jokes.
Soap sets Ricki back down on the floor. She goes right back to meowing once on the floor, circling Soaps legs.
“I believe somebody’s hungry,” Soap states.
Once he has a briefly clear path, he begins walking toward the kitchen, Ricki weaving in and out between each stride. He opens up a cabinet, and looks back over at Ghost.
“Well come have a sit, Simon. You’re allowed inside more than 5 feet, you know.” Soap hollered.
Truthfully Simon was in a bit of a trance, never much of the social type and perfectly content just watching Johnny and his cat do their thing. Hearing his name definitely snapped him out of it though. He walks over to the large couch in the living room and sits, still watching the other man and the cat in the kitchen.
Johnny takes out a small bag of cat food, but looks down and notices her bowl is still full.
“Oh you cheeky shite!” he laughs, looking at the cat staring at him, bending over to scritch her head. She simply yells back.
“Fine, fine, a treat for my girl,” Johnny happily sighs, putting away the cat food and grabbing a smaller bag. He pours out a few treats into his hand, which prompts her to spring up onto the counter, somehow getting even louder.
Johnny waggles a finger in front of her like a dad. “Ah ah ah! You know the deal.” He then points downward.
Simon’s eyes widened. Upon this gesture, Ricki sits down, still looking up at Johnny and yelling of course. Johnny laughs and hands her a treat, placing the rest down on the counter for her, which she happily eats. He then walks over to the couch to join his guest, who is not at all hiding his surprise at what he just saw.
“You trained a cat.” Simon states in shock.
“Yep.” Johnny responds matter-of-factly, leaning back on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
“And I’m the one outta my mind for drinking bourbon?” Simon laughs.
“Yeeep.” Johnny replies in the exact same tone. The two then catch each other's eyes, and exchange laughs. They both settle even deeper into the couch and let out content sighs, Johnny leaning his head back and shutting his eyes with a smile on his face.
#woag is me#call of duty#cod mw2#soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#can be viewed as platonic/just friends or as shippy#thank you to wyn for encouraging me to actually post this dsnjkfbsf#wrote this a while ago but here be#yes i wanted to make a pun name for the cat#and yes i wanted soap to have a cat#i know im not the most descriptive#but this is just a drabble#(idk if thats actually the right word but eh shush and enjoy some snarky dudes playing with a cat)
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Okay I am pissed that I didn't learn this eight years ago when the YOI Fandom was super active.
So I have reached a lesson in my duolingo where they are literally teaching you how to play Jankenpon (Japanese Rock Paper Scissors) and there in the sentence that translates to "Rock beats Scissors" is a funny new verb that I'm learning: 勝つ, which means "to win".
勝つ is pronounced "katsu".
So Yuuri eats Katsudon when he wins because it's a fucking pun. When he wins he eats the "winning bowl".
What a fucking nerd. I love him so much.
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