#Affectionate nickname

[k-martins]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

DID YOU KNOW THAT WHEN JJK'S FIRST EPS WAS AIR, THE JAPANESE FANDOM NUMBED MEGUMI SOMETHING LIKE "ANGEL OF SWEETS" BECAUSE HE WAS HOLDING GOJO'S KIKUFUKUS BAG WITH ALL THE CARE AND PROTECTION???? ?

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THIS BEFORE????

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

[parasolladyansy]

Happy Halloween from the Sygna Siblings! 🍬

My HC is that these are their Halloween costumes they wear on the Battle Subway to match their precious partners Chandelure & Eelektross! They’d battle with an added flair, handing out candy to their passengers.

As for me, I’ve got my homemade Rain Witch hat I wear every year, promising fair weather to those who act a treat & mischievous rainstorms to tricksters & overall jerks, huehuehue ⛈️⛈️⛈️

PS: GOT HIM!!

[sotc]

dragon age origins first playthru giving me brainrot <3 ft my bb warden, miss buckethead, Milana Tabris

(hello zevran romancers, i bring a gift of the best mans 🤲)

[pendwelling]

TWSB Genderswap AU!! 🔥🌷

"WOW...! It seems the standards in RoFan for FL love interests have changed these days!"

(For some more info and insight into this AU, feel free to check out my initial post and design exploration of genderswapped!CYC 🙌)

[dreamingticklee]

lil few second gif and video snippet of me getting got post photoshoot by the wonderfully rude @hypahticklish who likes to tell me to free myself from the bondage and take advantage of the fact that i can't cause she's still tickling me 🙈

[midnightmah07]

Idk I thought this was silly

[erinwantstowrite]

Erin OMGGGG I 110% believe Peter and Bart Allen would be BFFS, like they’re both so chaotic

LITERALLY yes i love them so much and i can't wait for peter to meet the YJ!!!!! kon, bart, and cassie love "tim's weird nephew"

[tweedfrog]

Extremely minor nitpicky annoyance but I really dislike how "egg" has basically become a fanon nickname for all the aegons before Aegon V up to and including the CONQUEROR like i think the whole point of a silly little nickname like egg out of Aegon was that 1. He was never meant to be the king he was the random 4th son of a 4th son with zero importance so he got a childish nickname and 2. Egg was raised very differently to other Aegons who assumed the throne and had??? I guess less self importance??? Initially at least he had less of the whole grandiose "the throne is MINE" BS going on which set him apart. Now given Summerhall he possibly didn't retain that personality but yk

I think him being called egg says something very specific about *this particular aegon* and idk I don't like the fact that it's kind of used as a general nickname now. The conqueror would probably eat someone who tried to call him Egg

[musubiki]

timeskip oscar doodle 🌱

[literallyjusttoa]

The brainworms got to me again guys.

[waitineedaname]

okay I've finished making my big spreadsheet of how mp100 characters refer to each other! some thoughts on this under the cut because it got long

the Kageyama brothers are very polite in how they refer to people. their parents must have really instilled etiquette into them bc no one else is as consistent about using polite honorifics/titles as they are. the only people Mob doesn't give an honorific/title are his brother and Dimple, and the only people Ritsu doesn't give an honorific are Dimple and Shou, who he just calls "Suzuki"

Reigen, on the other hand, is pretty inconsistent and casual with his use of honorifics. he says "Mob-kun" a couple times and "Ritsu-kun" once, but usually they're just Mob and Ritsu (or "Mob's brother" lmao). the only honorific he consistently uses is "Tome-chan"

it's infrequent, but both Reigen and Dimple refer to Mob as "my boy" at some point :') he's their boy!

Ritsu doesn't refer to the Awakening Lab kids at all until he asks their names after being kidnapped lmao the only exception is when he calls out to the older Shiratori brother after the younger one is taken away and he calls him "Shiratori-kun." considering the fact that after asking their names, he refers to both of them as Daichi-kun and Kaito-kun, I think there was absolutely a moment when everyone was freaking out about the Shiratori brothers where he was like "ohhhhh that's his name"

also he switches from "Onigawara-san" to "Onigawara-senpai" when he realizes he's friends with his brother lmao fakeass

even though Mob starts calling Teru "Hanazawa-kun" as soon as they exchange names, Teru doesn't give him the honorific until they decide to raid Claw together. I guess that's the point when he decides they're friendly enough for it? he calls Ritsu "brother-kun" as soon as he realizes they're related and never refers to him by his actual name

everyone calls Teru some variation on his nickname EXCEPT Mob and Dimple. Dimple actually only calls him "brat" and "that guy" for a while until he managed to track him down again during the alleyway incident, which I realized is because he was exorcised before learning Teru's name lskdjflkdsf from the Seventh Division arc onwards, he just calls him "Hanazawa"

I love that Dimple tries to refer to the brothers with cutesy nicknames and both of them are like "if you do that again I'm killing you all the way dead" and he's like "understood." and then refers to them by given name from then on lmao

Teru refers to Dimple as "Dimple-kun" and Tome calls him "Dimple-chan," both of which are SO funny to me because he's way older than them. rude as hell, this evil spirit deserves no respect

Shou doesn't use honorifics or titles for ANYONE. Ritsu is just Ritsu, the Ultimate 5 are all their last names, his dad is just Pops. he also exclusively refers to Mob as "Ritsu's brother" dkfjldskfj

Serizawa alternates between "Shigeo-kun" and "Kageyama-kun" with no real rhyme or reason to it. just seems to depend on his mood I guess

[coldemergency]

Harry: Ever since I declared my love for him Voldemort has given me such cute little nicknames!

Hermione: Oh? Like what?

Harry: Stalker, psycho, insane twit, and my personal favourite is ‘delusional pest’

Hermione: Uh

Harry: I call him pumpkin 🥰

[rin-hanarin]

Based on this.

[bakudekublogblog]

ITS KILLING ME THAT KACCHAN LOVES IZUKU SO SO SO MUCH NOW THAT HE’S CONSTANTLY THINKING OF HIM, WORRYING ABOUT HIM, SWEARING TO DO BETTER BY HIM, YEARNING FOR HIM AS HE LAY DYING AND IZUKU DOESNT KNOW HE DOESNT GET TO SEE IT

[moeblob]

Warning for: The (spider) legs showing below!

Under the hoodie/layers, she tends to wrap her legs around her kinda like a hug! And so in the first part that's the weird bumps under the hoodie. They're starting to unravel a bit. She hates being called a monkey cause it's NOT her fault she's short and has to climb on things and up things and includes people in "things" category.

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 3

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1094

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

His arms feel lighter, colder... sluggishly opening worn eyes. The bed is empty, his hand reaches out but there's no ghost of warmth.

This has happened before. You hate to wake him up when you get up, alarm not needed because your hours as a hunter have permanently ruined your sleep patterns.

The first time, he'd felt fear grip his heart in an icy hand. Tightening, twisting and tearing. Now he just sighs into the air, turning over in his bed to look for phone. Checking there's nothing imperative that requires him, shooting off a message to the prince that you need some clothes brought over.

Your hunter uniform was beginning to resemble scrap, and he'd laid one of his shirts out for you to use until the prince could deliver more options.

Or he could buy you more... still you frowned at him when he suggested such a thing, telling him with a little laugh that you had plenty of clothes.

He hadn't yet worked out how to explain that dressing you was a satisfaction for him. Seeing you wearing things he chose, he paid for? He was still a dragon through and through. Decorating his lair and his greatest treasure.

He understood, however, that certain things you owned were picked because you liked them, found comfort in them. Safe things. So if it meant dragging the prince out here with a bag in tow, he didn't think either of them were too put out by it.

Reluctant to leave his bed, but yearning to have you close by again, Sylus pulls himself out of his nest. Flick of the hand righting his covers, and padding out in slippers and sweats.

As soon as he leaves the room, music drifts towards him, accompanied by very familiar voices, and he follows its call like you're a siren.

Even if you were, he knows he'd drown blissfully for and with you.

His kitchen is filled with the scent of sugar and bread, hitting his nose as soon as he swings open the door. The twins are sat on the kitchen counters, bobbing their heads to a song he doesn't know, and he's pretty sure they don't know either, judging by the 'do do do's' they're singing along with it.

He almost wants to complain, because they're loud enough to cover some of the notes you're singing, but you're laughing and smiling amidst the words. Cheeks dimpled...

Your shoulder is bared because his sweater is too big, slipping down, and covering the tops of your thighs. Shorts underneath, long fluffy socks up to your knees. Foot tapping the floor as you mix dough in a bowl.

You're like an angels song.

Head bobbing, tilting as you sing out to words he doesn't recognise. Not that he needs to.

I'm on my knees waiting for the sound.

It's a strange feeling, he's tried to replicate how your voice makes him feel with his own. He's learned how to sing to music that he doesn't really understand. Tunes that he can't quite replicate. Sylus listens to everything he can find because he wants to understand. It's a strange dim sensation on his own, with his records playing. Though they remind him enough of you that he is comforted anyway.

Stuck in a world gone wrong.

It is like he's chasing your shadow, and he never can seem to catch up.

So lift me up, I'll never let you down.

A feeling that blooms like fresh flowers, brings him to ease, reminding him of days where he learned what love was.

Calmed and riled and fragile but so warm and safe. The feeling is chaotic and terrifying but if he could spend his life feeling it, his very very long life. That only you can end, and when you choose to, he hopes it's alongside yours.

So he can never feel it without you, though he feels it's shade when he remembers you.

Searching for the words that I can say.

Instead it licks flames up his skin when you sing in front of him, when your voice fills the air and wraps around him and he understands. He always understands with you.

How it feels when you're with me.

The twins look up at him, pointing at him as they sing non-existent words and his kitten doesn't notice until he pulls up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, chin on your shoulder, hunching over to look down at what you're doing.

Mostly just so he can feel the rumble of your song through his chest.

The music falters for a second, as your hand reaches up to touch his cheek. He thinks he might purr in response but wouldn't admit it outloud if asked.

"Sugar cookies." You answer his unspoken question. "They're easy, but I'm testing the recipe with less sugar."

"The doctor will be happy." He murmurs against the skin of your neck. Biting absently, in protest as you stop singing for him. Not too harshly though, after all your voice is beautiful when you speak too. Always a song for him. Always lighting that unusual sensation in his chest.

"We've been taste testing!" Luke calls out, and he tilts his head just enough to watch the twins sticking raw dough in their mouths.

"Hey! Don't eat too much you'll make yourself sick!"

"S'fine." Kieran speaks with a full mouth, spraying some dough over his brother, who wipes it off and glares. "You missed a spot." And he flicks him in the forehead.

The two begin to scuffle, leaping off the counters and chasing each other out of the room, the sound of their yelling is head down the hall.

You begin to laugh in his arms, eyes twinkling with affection, and lean back against him with a contented smile.

He wishes the fish were here to paint you. He debates going to grab his phone that he's left on the side, just to take a photo for him later. It would mean releasing you though... he supposes there's more chances to see you like this.

His whole life, he hopes.

"Thank you." You speak, tilting your head to press a kiss to his head, and he turns you quickly, one hand moving to your neck to keep you there while he kisses as much of your skin as he can reach.

Cheeks, lips, forehead, neck. Quick pecks with no heat.

His chest, his heart. He's molten, melting, burning. It would hurt, he thinks, if it didn't feel so delightful. His heart, his soul, his home.