#{{he'll do it}}

[thorns-and-rosewings]

Soooo... If Forkface shows up in the Seraphim AU...

This was bouncing around my mind even before the most current episode of the Lunar and Earth show, but now it's more solidified.

🔥

Seraphim Eclipse got his own interdimensional portal working eventually although he's still dealing with the repercussions of it; namely the weird crap that occasionally comes through.

It's after hours on one such day; both Bloodmoon and Lunar actually opted to turn in early. While Seraphim Eclipse remained up, he was just sitting quietly amidst a stack of freshly arrived Manga issues and some oranges... When he hears his portal activate and Forkface stumbles out. Having been thrown through the portal again.

Eclipse may stop mid bite of his orange but he doesn't move. He just kinda stares at Forky... And the strange critter exists the ballpit and just stares back at Seraphim... and breathing in a labored manner.

It's easy to see in his locked up face, that he's got tears just cascading...

After all, he's pretty much hated by everyone in his home universe. He's mute, he's regularly treated like a creep when he's trying to be helpful, thrown through portals... and now the one person who cared about him was killed.

He's twisting his hands, not sure what to do before slowly just looking at Eclipse. He can't say anything, he's obviously terrible at communicating.

But Seraphim Eclipse is pretty well versed in pain and misery...

He very slowly lifts up his huge wings and pats the padded ground next to him. Which you don't need to speak to understand.

Wordlessly, Forkface (Or Frank as he is also called) just walks over and sits next to the much larger animatronic and Seraphim drapes those big wings over him, letting him rest. His wings radiate soothing warmth, it's like laying out in the sun on a summer day. Seraphim Eclipse then just returned to reading his Manga.

...the language of someone in desperate need of comfort, is one where words aren't really needed...

[xenon-demon]

Currently brainrotting about a modern AU where Steve is a fitness instructor. He works at the local gym with Robin (who is a receptionist, since while she’s into fitness enough to work out on a regular basis she’s not into it enough to actually run classes).

Steve occasionally takes on clients for personal trainer work, but mostly he runs classes mainly for people who are in need of encouragement or a gentler hand in the gym (as opposed to the “YEAH YOU BETTER WORK UNTIL BLOOD IS COMING OUT OF YOUR EYEBALLS” approach some of the other instructors have). Think newbies, older folks who aren’t used to this, women who don’t want to be judged for how they look or hit on while working out, teenagers. Lucas (and occasionally Mike, if Lucas forces him to) attends some of his youth classes and absolutely loves it.

And then one day Lucas needs picked up from one of his gym classes so he can attend a late session of Hellfire, so Dustin successfully bullies Eddie into going and getting him and- oh my god who the fuck is that taking the class? It shouldn’t be legal to walk around looking that hot. Steve’s already worked up a sweat so he’s taken his shirt off, exposing his ridiculously chiselled torso to the world, and Eddie is definitely not looking at all. Nope, uh-uh. Lucas introduces them (since he’s genuinely friends with Steve at this point given his regular attendance at classes and their shared interest in basketball) and Steve shoots Eddie with this absolutely charming grin, and oh my god.

Eddie is so fucked.

Eddie, who is but a weak and feeble man, looks up the gym online later that night to see if he can find anything about Steve. Thanks to their instagram page, he finds Steve’s personal instagram... which is filled with lots of workout videos and fitness advice. Most of which is basically uh. Softcore porn. At least for a humble gay man like Eddie. 

...Eddie, in absolute grave secrecy, asks the next day about getting a trial membership at the gym. Look, it’s for research, okay? He’s just... curious.

(And if Steve offers to help the new guy out on the gym floor who clearly has no idea what he’s doing, then he’s just doing it because it’s his job. He definitely doesn’t find the new guy cute or anything, and even if he did, he’s definitely not trying to show off while demonstrating how to do the exercises properly. Nope. Absolutely not.)

[irukasenseii]

"Do I need to put Shino to sleep--?"

[the-true-tulpar-captain]

k

**slaps 1 million us dollars on the table**

dont ask where I got this. Im on the fbi watchlist tho-

now. eat. the coa- I mean pancakes

{He eyes the cash greedily before reaching for the plate of pancakes} "Sure- whatever you sa- ough...."

[ask-the-badman]

I wike twurtles

Hmm... Not sure if ya can' say certain letters or yer a child... Either way, if someone doesn' come get ya, I'm eatin' you...

[unhingedselfships]

Harassing the AI for funsies. I was so amused that they all responded the exact same way XD

[silver-coins]

*gives a plush of Hikkiko and Sunny for Silver

don't separate them you don't want to know what happens if you do that

do i dare

[abstergo-updates]

shoutout to my coworker who was talking about putting the soul of god into a furby, why the fuck do I work here

[nicholas-wolfwood]

If even a SINGLE Vash falls for that, he swears to a God he doesn't believe in that he’s going to beat the last braincell out of their heads because CLEARLY THEY AREN’T USING IT!

[tetsuwan-atom]

Did someone say ‘Marry’ and ‘Nuada’ in the one sentence?

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[violent138]

There comes a time when the criminals prefer being taken in by Batman, because his kids go a little overboard:

Goon: "You won't kill me."

Cass: "You ready to bet your life on that?"

Duke: *tosses her the gun they took off the guy* "I would do what she says."

---------

Random thug: "Hey Batman doesn't kill--"

Damian: "Not like he's here. You're certainly not going to be able to tell him."

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Tim: "Well, accidents do happen. Shame." *starts to let go of the rope*

Guy dangling off the building: "No, no okay, okay, I'll tell you!"

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Steph: *clears throat*

Gang members: "We surrender!" *multiple guns fall to the ground*

Steph: "I see my reputation precedes me, wise choice."

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*Bruce gets chewed out by Gordon by the Batsignal because the rumours have spread so much, it kind of sounds like Batman's kids have been going around murdering people*

Bruce: "In my defense, it's only one of them."

Gordon: "What."

Bruce: *realizes he never filled Gordon in on Red Hood*

[zaynontour]

one by one, niall is gonna take us through the entire 1d discography, songs from no album will be spared. I have faith!

[lightseoul]

a/n. second time writing from bkg's perspective. this was so fun! (1.1k)

the moment that cemented bakugou’s resolve to marry you wasn’t exactly grand.

it wasn’t your first kiss.

or the first time you made love to each other.

not even the first time you met his nerd-ass friends or his (slightly) overbearing parents. although those two come as close runner-ups.

no, it was rather a random saturday morning after you spent a night at his place, now clad in what he thinks is nothing but your intimates and a burnt orange t-shirt of his that drapes loosely over your frame.

and as he enters the kitchen and closes the distance between the two of you with a few strides, he can’t help but wonder what you’re doing—deeply focused on your laptop—when you’re probably the one who’s extra pedantic about not bringing work home.

“morning,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss your cheek, which you happily accept. although, to his chagrin, your eyes remain on your computer screen, not even sparing him a single glance.

he knows it’s fucking embarrassing, how strongly you elicit feelings within him without you even fucking trying, but he can’t stop the frown that takes over his face even if he attempted to fight it.

shaking off the irrational disappointment from not even being ignored, he rounds the kitchen island and starts brewing the two of you coffee.

“by the way,” he starts, glancing at you over his shoulder, “the old hag’s birthday is coming up. she wants to have dinner with just the four of us, or some shit.”

“i know,” you simply pipe up from where you’re seated on one of his fancy bar stools, gaze still glued on whatever the fuck it is that’s keeping your attention from him.

he turns to you, a manual coffee grinder in tow. “you do?”

at that, you finally look up at him, an innocent expression etched across your features. “you don’t remember? i asked you when your parents’ birthdays were way back in march.”

way back in march.

back when you unanimously decided to decisively end the dating phase and become boyfriend-girlfriend.

“yeah?” is the only thing he manages to get out.

you let out a soft laugh that’s nothing but music to his ears. “yeah, dummy.”

before you can get to see the red that’s most definitely creeping up to his cheeks, bakugou turns his back against you, returning to busying himself with crushing the beans into fine powder and pouring lukewarm water into the machine.

only a few months before reaching a full year together, and you still manage to make him fucking blush.

over the most mundane things, too.

when he first got into his very first relationship with you at the ripe age of 28, he thought he’d outgrown and was way past the embarrassing shit that the human body was capable of when dealing with anything remotely close to romance.

it didn’t take him long enough into your relationship to find out he was so, so wrong.

sighing, he pours out the cup of ground beans onto the filter, finally pressing the button and bringing the coffee maker to life.

you must be done with what’s highly likely is work by now.

but chancing a glance at you, he’s once again met with palpable disappointment when the very same sight greets him.

before he can rein them in, the words come tumbling out of his lips.

“the fuck is so important on that laptop?”

his booming voice must’ve caught you off guard, because you startle ever so minutely in your seat.

“sorry,” he quickly adds on, albeit through a mutter; frustration with himself and his inability to modulate his voice added to the increasingly long list of emotions he’s having to fucking deal with right now.

waving him off, you shoot him another one of that disarming smile of yours. “‘s funny that you ask. i was just about to ask you for your opinion.”

with that, you gesture him to come close with your fingers. curious, he once again rounds the island, ultimately occupying the spot to your right and leaning down to peer at the small text on your screen.

before he can even get a word in, you hurriedly explain yourself. “mitsuki-san mentioned her personal sewing machine broke, so i’ve been thinking about getting her a new one.”

you point to a sleek, off-white model among what looks to be a vast array of selections, “i researched the specs and i think this one’s the best. what do you think?”

a million things course through his mind in an instant, but what he ends up sputtering out is: “you’re such a fucking nerd, you know that?”

at that, you look up at him, your seemingly perpetually moisturized lips now formed into a playful pout, and it takes everything in him not to just pull you in for a kiss and completely abandon the conversation in its entirety.

but he’d like to think he at least has the slightest bit of self-control.

even if you do wear him the fuck out on a daily basis.

“i just want to make sure it’s perfect!” you argue, shifting to stare at your laptop again and bringing him back to the present. your voice is way smaller when you continue. “…i want her to like me.”

he doesn’t even miss a beat. “she already fucking does, dumbass.”

and she really does.

the morning after bakugou first brought you to meet his parents a whopping two months into calling it official, mitsuki texted him something along the lines of having the family heirloom slash ring already adjusted to fit your finger.

he immediately called the old hag after receiving the message just to reprimand her ear off for being too fucking forward and for meddling too much.

but, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he was angry not because mitsuki was imposing, but because he couldn’t believe his mother beat him to that important realization.

the realization that maybe, just maybe, you’re the one.

and now, as he studies you as you scroll through more and more iterations of the best sewing machines on the market with your eyebrows adorably furrowed in utmost concentration, it dawns on him.

it dawns on him that that maybe just turned into a definitely.

tagging. @bunnysaursushii @yawnzzzzzzzz @cholios @kashee-h @iluv-ace @lotuslovers @elarakive @sugurusmoon

˖⁺‧₊ this one made me smile like an idiot while writing lmao. as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

[brutlist]

" 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 , " he tells her , thumbing the bit of grime ( god knows what , from god knows where ) he'd smeared from off of her chin onto the rough of his jeans , " i'm gonna sick my kids on you until you feel bad . "

@evirsor // sc

[shotmrmiller]

getting rescued out your car during a blizzard or something, oil frozen solid in the tank and you've nowhere to go, phone showing no bars until a big, gruff man in inappropriate winter attire almost rips the door off its hinges to get you out and stuffs you into old truck, engine chugging louder than the biting winds outside, placing a coarse, thick blanket over your trembling shoulders.

you tell him through chattering teeth that you'll leave come morning, won't overstay your welcome, but he doesn't seem to care much about what you're going on about, not even looking at you once.

that's fine, he wasn't even obligated to rescue you from what would've been your tomb and while your breath is visible inside his old vehicle (no heater) and his worn leather seat is numbing your bottom, you're grateful.

until morning comes and you ask him to take you back to your car since the blizzard is over and the sun's been out for hours.

"not takin' ya anywhere 'til i'm paid back in full. think the wood i used to keep your pretty arse warm is free? think the food you ate fell from the sky? get back inside 'n run yaself a bath. i'll be in soon."