#; he's in a playful mood

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Beautiful Nightmare 🖤

[awkwardlyflustered]

Best Babysitter Ever

A/N: I have been watching too much Criminal Minds recently, I just started it over for like the 5th time. I love the BAU so goddamn much, and I specifically love Reid (he’s just a lil guy) so y’all better get so ready for so much lee Reid in the upcoming weeks. For now though, Reid and Hotch interacting has my entire soul and being so here’s a quick little story for the two of them. 

“Hotch, I promise you everything will be okay, I read five parenting books on the way here just to prepare.”

“I know, I trust you’re gonna be fine, you’ve just never babysat by yourself before, and JJ was supposed to come over and help…” Hotch trailed off, unable to keep the overprotective dad side from surfacing. 

“We’ll be fine! I’m great with kids,” Reid continued to argue, “We’ll have so much fun, isn’t that right Jack?” Both men turned their eyes over to the small six year old playing with his trucks in the corner. Jack agreed enthusiastically and ran over to hug Spencer’s leg. 

“Alright, I’m sure you guys will be fine,” Hotch finally relented. “Reid, call me if you need anything at all, and Jack, be good for Spencer” Spencer gave a salute towards his boss as Jack ran to hug his dad goodbye. 

A few hours later, Hotch walked back into his house and was immediately greeted by the loud screams of laughter from Jack. Smiling, he made his way towards the two, not saying anything. 

“SPEHEHENCEHEHER!” Jack squealed as Reid’s fingers scribbled across his belly. 

“Spencer? Who’s Spencer, I’m the tickle monster!” The curly haired boy announced, scooping up the small kid’s wrists in one hand, and drilling into his underarms with the other. Jack kicked out and tried to squirm away from the intruding hands, finally noticing his dad standing over the two of them. 

“DAHAHAHAHD HEHEHEHELP!!” 

“You can scream all you want, no one can save you from the tickle monster!” Reid called out with a grin taking over his face as he turned to Hotch as a greeting. 

“You heard him Jack, I can’t save you, there’s nothing I can do.” Hotch had a soft grin taking over his face as well, though not quite as smug as Spencer’s. 

“PLEHEHEASE,” Jack whined out, obviously enjoying himself. 

“Hmm alright fine, I’ll do my best but no promises.” Hotch threw his coat that he had just taken off onto the couch and crouched down by the two of them. “Let’s see here…” he muttered out, taking a hold of Jack’s arms and pretending to pull as hard as he could. 

“You’re no match for my incredible strength!” Spencer continued in character, vibrating his fingers into Jack’s ribs causing a whole new round of laughter. 

“Hmm I have an idea,” Hotch thought aloud as he stalked towards Spencer. 

“You’ll never beat me! Jack will be mine forever,” the so-called tickle monster called out yet again, too busy with his charade to pay any attention to the older man getting closer and closer to him. Without warning, Hotch practically tackled Spencer and started digging into his ribs. Spencer squealed and kicked his feet, completely caught

off guard by the attack. Jack quickly stood up from his position on the floor cheering and encouraging the attack. 

“Well well well, looks like the tickle monster is ticklish.”

“Nohohoho” Reid giggled out, weakly swatting at the offending hands currently wracking his nerves. Hotch grabbed Spencer arms and held them above his head, waiting while Reid panted beneath him.

“Hey Jack, come here,” the father beckoned his son over, and started pointing along Reid’s torso. “You know if you poke him right here he makes a really silly noise.” Jack, excited he got to play too began poking his little fingers along Spencer’s tummy. With every poke Spencer gave a hiccupy squeal, that quickly advanced into hiccupy giggles when Hotch’s fingers found their way to his upper ribs. 

“Wahahahait guhuhuys,” he pleaded, being careful with his squirming to not hurt Jack. 

“This is only fair after you tickled Jack for so long, what do you think buddy?”

“Yeah! You did this to me, you deserve it!” Reid just squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back, and gave into the ticklish sensations. 

The Hotchner duo continued their attack for a few more minutes, making sure to get thorough revenge on the tickle monster before letting him up. Spencer sat up panting, with slight tears in the corners of his eyes. 

“The tickle monster isn’t gonna forget this, you better watch out,” he teased Jack, reaching out to pinch his side. 

“My dad will rescue me every time!” Jack replied indignantly, clinging to his dad’s leg. 

“I absolutely will,” Hotch reassured, ruffling his son’s hair, “But until you need more rescuing, it looks like it’s time for bed. Go start getting ready.” With that, Jack starting running off to get ready for bed, but quickly back tracked to give a crashing hug to Reid.

“Goodnight Spencer, thank you for playing with me.”

“Of course kid,” Reid replied, hugging Jack tightly. “I had fun playing with you.”

“Are you gonna come back tomorrow?” Hotch interrupted the interaction before Reid could be put on the spot.

“No buddy, not tomorrow, but you’ll see Spencer again soon.” Jack just nodded and finally left the two to begin getting ready for bed. Spencer stood up from the floor to stand next to Hotch.

“So I take it the babysitting went well?” Hotch asked with a slight smirk. Spencer nodded happily.

“Yeah, Jack is great. We had a lot of fun together.”

“I could see that. Do you maybe want to come back next week to babysit some more?” Spencer nodded again, much more enthusiastically. “And I take it the tickle monster will be making another appearance?” Spencer blushed out to his ears at the mention of the silly character. 

“Maybe he will.”

“Well then it looks like I’ll have some more rescuing to do, won’t I?” Reid just smiled and looked down at the ground, too sheepish to continue meeting Hotch’s eye. Hotch smiled warmly, remembering just how young Reid actually is despite his age. He quickly pulled Reid in for a hug.

“Thank you again Spencer.” 

“You’re welcome, it was nice getting to feel like an older brother for a little while.” Spencer’s eyes widened and he pulled away from the hug as he realized what he just said. “Not like that I just meant-”

“You’re the best big brother Jack could ask for,” Hotch assured the genius, clapping him on the shoulder. Spencer smiled an almost cheshire grin as the pink tint returned once again to his cheeks. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he called out, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

“Yep, and I can’t wait to see the rest of the team and inform them of what a great babysitter the tickle monster is,” Hotch teased, a smirk taking over his features. Reid froze, his hand on the doorknob. 

“Hotch you can tell anyone and everyone you want, but don’t tell Morgan I’m ticklish, he’ll never let me live it down.”

“I don’t know, I think Morgan would really like to know…”

“Hotch!”

“Alright alright, I’ll keep it to myself, for now anyways.” Spencer breathed a quick sigh of relief and waved goodbye before leaving the house. 

Hotch smiled fondly, and pulled out his phone to text Derek. 

Tomorrow morning you should ask Reid how babysitting went. He has a really funny secret to tell you

“Technically, I’m not gonna tell him anything,” Hotch muttered to himself, smiling. “Plus what fun is having this information if I’m just gonna keep it to myself?” With that, he walked towards Jack’s room ready to tuck him into bed. His heart was full between his son and his work family, he couldn’t be any happier. 

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Ok since you said that Fantasy! Barnaby's tobacco smoke will change color depending on his mood, so like what colors mean witch emotion? Im very curious

oh, very general emotions, it's not very Specific i'd think. cool colors correlate with cool emotions - like a frosty blue would mean he's feeling frigid, yk yk

[oneleggedflamingo]

20.06-24

Niisku looks like a symbol of doom.

- Vivera Rossi

[intheticklecloset]

Barista's Choice Coffee Shot

Fire Force

Arthur and Shinra

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Arthur never woke up before Shinra, so when he crawled out of his bottom bunk one morning and found himself staring at a bare foot directly in front of his face, he fell back in surprise, blinking at the thing as if it were an alien creature.

“Oi, devil,” he grumbled, swiping a finger down the arch of the foot in annoyance, “get your foot out of my face.”

Nothing. No yelp, no jerking the limb out of the way. No reaction whatsoever.

Shinra was still asleep?

Intrigued, Arthur stood up, turning to glance at his bunkmate’s body on the top mattress. Sure enough, the devil was out like a light.

It took him only a moment to remember that this was his friend’s day off, but still, the incredible urge to mess with him was too strong to ignore. He smirked and gently grasped the ankle dangling over the edge of the top bunk, scribbling his fingers into the sole.

He wondered how long it would take Shinra’s body to wake him up, but the answer was not long at all, as within the first half a minute the dark-haired boy was giggling tiredly, still unaware of the predicament he was in.

“Whahahahat—” Shinra tried to tug his foot away, but Arthur tightened his grip, deciding at the last minute to duck down out of sight and keep him guessing. “Hehehehey – whahahahat’s going on? It tihihihihihickles!”

Arthur grinned. Oh, this was just too much fun.

Once it was clear that Shinra was definitely awake, the blonde decided to go for the kill and scribble under his toes. Sure enough, he heard a loud screech from above him followed by more determined tugging at his ankle.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ARTHUR I KNOHOHOHOHOW IT’S YOHOHOHOHOU!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Arthur? Who is this Arthur you speak of?” the blonde chuckled, still hiding below Shinra’s bunk. “I’m the tickle king, come to punish you for your misdeeds, devil!”

Shinra shouted some jumble of words that he probably hoped to convey that he knew it was his friend messing with him and that he’d pay later, but all Arthur heard were desperate shrieks in the midst of helpless laughter, and he smirked with satisfaction.

The devil deserved to wake up happy on his day off, after all.

[enden-k]

my game froze and im losing my already deranged mind more (hes so cute and pretty i want to throw him around)

[whumpy-wyrms]

when the whumper is a silly goose

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

he had a big day of trolling people on the internet, he needed a nice nap afterwards

[muppenthings]

Ah, but consider! Webbed hand=free hammock

It is! Might be a mixed bag tho, depending on whose webbing you're resting on. I imagine it can be relaxing or pure adrenaline rushes.

Like Cetus is gonna yeet you consistently. xD

[cantsaythetword]

Hehehehe got a little bit of tkls cause I was being an absolute little shit after winning the video games tonight and teasing everyone else for it

[mcltiples]

16. what is/are your muse's love language(s)? for emorty

romance & relationship headcanons! || accepting

This was a difficult question to answer. Morty never spent much time thinking about these types of things. Though, with the help of his second-in-command, he's been doing so more lately. Considering that he is romantically involved with two individuals. He really should know these things.

"I believe my two love languages are acts of service and quality time," Research went a long way and thus he was able to answer quickly do to it. "I like when someone can do something for me, without asking or making a fuss about it. I also like going on dates, doing mundane and simple things. It depends on how we're both feeling, but I like being around my partners as much as possible."

[brokendreamscreation]

@maykrisms liked for a starter!)

Lucid sits squatted upon the stool, his fingers curling over the edge. The seraph looks more like a gargoyle than an angel currently. Looking between the floor and the back of Sam, Lucid begins bobbing slightly in anticipation to launch himself. Wings flaring, he soars at the unsuspecting being, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he clambers to pull himself up. Legs wrap around Sam’s middle to secure himself.

“The floor is lava!”

[seyoonlgc]

flying 'kite' @lgchanie

Shit always went wrong whenever Seyoon was presented with a kite. The first time he flew one, he ended up ripping the string by accident because he was an overexcited and very strong toddler. The kite went nose-diving into some poor guy's aloe vera plant and scared his lounging black cat into clawing his face. The second time he attempted, he had trouble even getting the kite into the sky. It found its way somehow up a middle-aged woman's skirt, and she started screeching like a banshee.

To protect Legacy from a disaster, Seyoon decided it would be better if his kite simply stayed on the ground.

Besides, he'd already thought of other ways to entertain himself.

"C'mere!" Seyoon opened his arms towards Hanie and squished the younger trainee into a tight hug. This was, in fact, a trap. Once he captured Hanie, he launched the dreaded tickle attacks against the other until they were both on the ground. "I am making a new kite," he explained once he deemed his victim sufficiently distracted and started wrapping him up with kite string. "The very unique, extra special Hanie kite. How high do you think you'll fly?"

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Carrie Willis and Hal Fowler

[astrxlfinale]

💪 listen , Guinaifen has to

Another fruitful day found itself tucked within the four corners of this cozy home of Guinaifen's. As it stands, a fine flare of music finds itself (modestly) bumping upon the walls, allowing for the two lovebird leads to park themselves right in the kitchen. Their growing experience led them to wanting to concoct a meal together, a task that feels like a turbulent mountain to traverse, yet what were they if not strong willed?

The roar of an open flame! Taking their specialties and applying it to the task at hand! Double checking that cookbook (and to a degree 'still' struggling) in the good name of ensuring their venture was edible! In truth the idea was prompted to Caelus the instant she talked of her live for fine spices, and with the grounds clear, what was the harm? However the straight laced approach simply evolved into them simply thriving in the moment. Their portions of seasoned rice and spicy baozi would eventually find the realm of completion.

Within the melody that pulsed from the jade abacus served as another brand of life blood, a beat they found themselves nearly gliding across the kitchen floors as a mix between giving each other dancing dips, busting a jig around each other, to a dramatized twirl in being made in the crux of it all that led the Trailblazer's vision to be fully consumed by her joy.

The surprising reality strikes him with being able to experience it firsthand. The way she hardly budges while keeping him leaned over, to the adamant way her arm held onto him like a life jacket, ensuring no harm of a knocked head would ever befall him.

Instinct itself causes an appreciative whistle to escape as he glances to the side, feeling safe in just letting his weight be as he sweeps a glance upon the smooth and formidable skin of that arm. "Mmmm mm." He hums in appreciation, unable to resist allowing his hand to drift across the expanse, soon batting those golden eyes up towards the magnanimity of his sweetheart. "Now just who said to bring the heavy artillery up in here with these guns, hun? I thought this was supposed to be a cooking set up!"

Caelus's grin turned absolutely cheeky in seeing the way his Firekiss's cheeks puffed out in growing amusement.

Within moments he's drawn back up, exactly in time for Gui to preen herself on that hard made effort! Watching the way she'd hike the sleeves of her shirt, giving an ample display of arm while ensuring that a good 'Behold these champions!' being added in for good measure. In truth? Anyone could easily call him biased, anyone could equally say that the lovesickness is just talking.

They'd be right on one hand, but it certainly wouldn't stop the truth of the matter; she's packing some power.

Naturally the following step for this starfarer was to become an acute study. To ensure his calloused fingers offered the appropriate hoist to let that flexed set of arm muscle be highlighted in the kitchen. "So dreamy~~" He'd add in, letting his tone fall into that whimsical kind of swept away, only for those hot lips to lead a congratulatory trail of kisses right along her skin. A fine start from the elbow, only to work a fine trail of loving warmth directly up to her shoulder. Another to her jawline, a few nestled to the cheek~

Not to mention, that low, pleased hum that follows as he doesn't hesitate to give his lady a tender kiss upon the lips.

.....

Wait. That whistling does not sound good, the reverie of the moment popping like a bubble as their sets of golden gazes exchanged that 'oh fuck' type of expression.

"Food?"

"Yeah, get the food. Can't burn up this portion!"

He needed to do that spicy taste testing! That! And those siblings of her's would never let them hear the end of it!

@avaere

[erabundus]

if you befriend ren, he isn't going to be nice — he's just going to be ANNOYING in a slightly different way. maybe even more annoying.