#Have a little sillyness

[somegrumpynerd]

Yeah there's a hound of some sort in there

[thehazelmist]

I drew over a few of those korean reaction Images with Simeon Saint! Feel free to use them If you like!

These are the silly original Images I drew over.

I just played the second case of AAI2, and I FINALLY MET SIMEON AGHSGHGGSHSGFUUDHSH Okay, phew. Calm down.. And he's so much cuter than I was expecting!! I was already a huge fan of Ron Delite, who his personality somewhat reminds me of. And honestly Simeon felt like a much cuter Ron Delite!! I knew Simeon was going to be shy, but I didn't expect him to be such a Cinnamon roll! ^^ And god, I was taking so many screenshots on my Nintendo Switch like never before. I needed good reference for drawing him. I hope he appears again, because I felt extremely happy just reading through his dialogue, that I kept reloading just to see the dialogue again, and also to see his animation where he gets puppeteered. And now the pages on my sketchbook are more full than before...

I'm normal, right? /hj

[alexeatstables]

AHEM

I'm so sorry for anyone who has to witness my various fixations on fictional characters...

But at the same time I am not.

You know what I am sorry about? The bad lighting and quality, I was on a drive back home from school. That's why it's so blurry, lol.

Smilk (Shadow Milk) made paper dolls of him and PVC pipe (Pure Vanilla).

The text (because it's hard to see):

Shadow Milk: OoOOoh Vaaanillyy ~

Pure Vanilla: Oh... how nice..

End of text.

[olivewormz]

redesign / headcanons of the professor from metal slug attack. i do not like metal slug attack.

despite that, i've been infatuated with the professor for a while, i don't know, he looks so silly and funny...

i initially thought he would be a martian trying to disguise himself as human to control what goes on in the army- turns out he wasn't, didn't really pay attention to things going on in attack but he's just a human? eh, i just rewrote him as a martian.

i have more notes on him for the future, sooo yea redesigning stuff is still fun

some extra art below :-] !

:3

[scoriarose]

Psst, other snake caretakers

I have an idea for April Fools-

who wants in? Private message me for deets.

[thedrotter]

average minecraft gameplay of elementary school kids (+the og doodle of it I did like. months ago)

[mychemicalbrromance]

Gay people posing

[spookyscaryskidnpump]

YEAH.

Like listen the plot is cool but I came here for silly shenanigans and tbh I'm kinda getting tired of all the silly shows I get into turning into serious angst fests. That's not why I started watching them, you know?

Tho personally I feel like Tender Treats was a very good mix of serious and silly, the stakes were very much present but there was still quite a good bit of jokes! Especially at Bob's expense. Moloch doesn't really get that in Hollow Sorrows outside of Radford splashing holy water in his eyes

yeah :( like dont get me wrong i love hollow sorrows!! its a fantastic episode and we kinda needed to see the kids development, plus the whole point is kinda Gregor Stopping The Fun. but i still really miss the humor and spoof-y ness that makes the show fun in the first place! we can have our angsty episode but id like to see more humor up until the final episode. (that one can be a bit more serious because its The Big One but still)

[somegrumpynerd]

Let me tell you something

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

You make silly art (/pos) and I'm here all for it.

Keep up the good work soldier 🫂

Oh yeah?? OH YEAH????

WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING!!!

That was really nice thank you so much ;-; I am hugging you with my little rat hands!! ♥

[gofu-kurself]

eddie munson dickin around on his acoustic guitar while frat boy steve harrington is pretending to do homework on eddies bed. eddie’s been fuckin around with pop tunes recently cuz he knows steve likes them and mindlessly starts playing and singing bed chem by sabrina carpenter. steve harrington has long since given up on his hw but when eddie starts singing sabrina he’s absolutely DUMBFOUNDED because…i mean…

eddie’s sitting lazily on a desk chair strumming his guitar and mumbling things like “come right on me, i mean camaraderie” softly and then “how you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round.” good god steve can barley keep his tongue in his mouth!!!

not to mention he knows eddie doesn’t listen to this kinda music. except last week steve literally wouldn’t shut up about sabrina’s new album and how good he thought it was so eddie was just like “okay, here’s aux, put it on so i can get what all the hype’s about.” they listen to it, and while eddie obviously pokes fun at the sillyness of juno and espresso, he ultimately thought it was a very clever and fun album, even if it’s not his typical genre.

anyways now he’s learning how play to steve’s favorite song from the album on his acoustic.

so steve might be falling in love?!? and is having a crisis while pretending to stare at his bio textbook on eddie’s unmade bed.

little does he know eddie’s already head over heels for steve and has slowly been trying to feel out if he feels the same!!!

please note this all came to fruition bc i can’t stop thinking about eddie singing the line:

“where art thou? why not uponeth me?” from bed chem lol

[multisstuff]

Mr. Crawling x gn!reader

Warning: mr. Crawling uses ur ass as a pillow but it's mostly just fluff i guess

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After a long day of running away and hiding from monsters who want to hurt you, you finally reach a room with a somewhat clean bed and functional doors.

You carefully check the room for anything dangerous and as you turn to mr crawling he nods his head signaling that the area is safe for a little break as he points to the bed "you rest, you need rest."

Ever since you've been getting these headaches and dizziness, Mr. crawling has been pressing you to finally take a rest so as not to hurt yourself.

You push the only chair on the door and try to somewhat secure it even though it'd be a pointless attempt since they're not getting stopped by a mere chair.

You finally drag your tired body to bed and lay your crowbar next to you as you plump down on your belly.

Immediately, the soft mattress luls you to sleep too exhausted to stay half awake knowing Mr. crawling will most likely stay by your side and watch over you.

After some time, you wake up from a sleepless dream and feel a weight on your bottom. Confused, you turn around to see Mr. crawling, grinning, and giggling at you as he appreciates the plump ass he uses as a pillow.

"Fun, fun, I like" he nuzzles his head against to show you how much he enjoys it and the gesture makes your cheeks burn but since he looks so innocent and happy you don't have the heart to yell or smack him away. Plus, he has done the same thing just on your legs when you've been standing, so it's not that of a shock to see him like this.

Instead you slowly turn around on your back and pet his head trying to think of a way to tell him how inappropriate this was of him but the lack of terms in his language make you come up with nothing good. Maybe these creatures don't even have things like sex and don't even have the need to.

Sighning, you shake your head before giggling yourself. Allowing yourself a moment of sillyness admits the danger and chaos this world brings. You pull him closer to you and hug him as you whisper "me grateful" and you mean it, he's been there from the beginning and even though you attacked him with your crowbar he still stood by your side protecting you.

XoXo <3

[fartcloudfartcloud]

Logan Howlett x Reader

(1.5k words) This one is for all my not at all nonchalent a little crazy women out there. I love writing dialogue and I love picking on boys :) No warnings, no sex or anything weird, this is just tooth rotting fluff and sillyness. Enjoy :)

edit: I said no sex or anything weird, there's atleast 1 line of logan mocking you by fake moaning, so do with that what you will 😭

The night has long settled on the mansion. It has been a long time since darkness in the building was paired with silence, but these days you and the rest of the staff have been granted the privilege.  

Logan wouldn't call it a privilege, more like slightly annoying at best. He enjoyed chatting with the students wandering the halls, he talked often in private that those were the moments that made staying here worth it.  

However, the silence does lend you moments like these.  

You’d woken up to muffled voices on the other side of your wall. Logans wall, you corrected yourself as you smelt the musky cologne in the sheets. Speaking of which, there was a shocking amount of his sheets pooled over your form to be snuggling with the blanket hog himself, and flapping your arm onto his side of the bed proved your theory.  

He must be in the lounge, putting together the muffled voice coming through the cracks in the door with the vacancy next to you. You hopped out of his bed with a groan. 

 You were insatiable these days, not in terms of sex our arousal or any of that sort, but recently it feels like you can't get enough of him. 

No matter how close he held you, it wasn't enough. You wanted to climb into his chest, smother yourself in his scent and warmth. 

 You call it cuteness aggression, he called it being a pain in my ass, but you can't stop biting him. Youd begged him to let you suck light purple hickeys onto his bicep, and he had to pull you off by the scruff of your neck like a dog.   

So, to say you were troubled by the loss of his form next to you was an understatement. You craved him, his smell and his warmth and the way his chest purred when he breathed, and you wouldn't be able to sleep until you had him.  

You padded your socked feet toward the door and out of his room, the loud squeaky door giving away your movement immediately. He whipped his head around towards you, eyes softening upon seeing your sleepy form. Your hair was messy and tangled, and your shirt was riding up your hip, your sleeping shorts rolled up crooked, but you looked delightful to him.  

“Hey baby,” Logan whispered over his shoulder, quickly scrambling to pause the tv so he could give you his full attention. “You alright?”  

You nod, feet slowly shuffling towards him. “Can't sleep without you,”  

“Oh, baby I’m sorry,” He groans sympathetically as he’s throwing the blanket on his lap to the side and motioning you over. “Come ‘ere gorgeous.” 

He had you wrapped in his arms in moments, draping your body over his as you snuggled into him. He holds you against his chest firmly, planting gentle kissing to the crown of your head and savoring your smell.  

“Sorry baby. Shouldn't have left you alone,” The apology sincere and quiet as he whispers it between butterfly kisses. You grumble in response, nuzzling your head further into his neck and squeezing him. Your eyes were heavy and full of sleep, instantly soothed now that you were back with your lover.  

“It's cause you're mean,” you tease from your spot under his chin, just enough gusto left in you to poke fun. His chest shakes as he chuckles at you, “cause I’m mean, huh?” He matches your tone in response. 

You just nod your head. He chuckled again, although the sound was more akin to a giggle. “I know baby. Got it so bad, trapped here with your big mean boyfriend,” 

Your tough facade slips, giggling at his response as he rubs his hands across your back and waist. You just squeeze him tighter and nod again.  

“Ya don't talk all this shit when I got your legs in the air, princess,” you huff out a feigned gasp, smacking his chest at the inappropriate jest. 

 “Shhh that's not funny”, He cuts you off to continue his teasing, “Actually if I remember correctly, you were all worked up rambling something like ‘oh my big strong boyfriend! You treat me so good baby!’”  

His voice pitches up as he mocks you playfully, moaning and whimpering as you cringe. “Thats not what I sound like!” You retort, smacking his chest and play fighting as you prop your head up to scowl at him. 

“No, you’re right baby, you're right,” you relax, hands coming to rest on his chest as you think his line of teasing is over. 

“You sounded more like ‘uh fuck Logan right th-!’ His little show was suddenly ruined by your hands flying up and covering his mouth, the two of you suddenly tussling on the lounge couch.  

“Are you 12?!” You whisper yell into his face, both your limbs flying as you try to shut him up and he attempts to pin your wrists. It's playful and silly and both of you are red faced and giggling, trying your hardest to stay quiet.  

It's not long before he’s got you successfully flipped over and pinned on your back; wrists pressed beside your head firmly. He’s now hovering over you, both of you panting with goofy lopsided smiles stuck to your face.  

“See? I told you, look how mean you are!” Your eyes flicker from each wrist, a pout on your lips to play up you're teasing. Logan huffs, “It's not mean if you were asking for it, princess,”  

“Yeah right,” You catch his eyes as you look up at him. He is so beautiful. “Give me a kiss,” You whisper, puckering your lips and straining your neck up towards Logans face in an amusing scene.  

“You think you deserve a kiss after all that?” He teases, his face just out of reach. You pout and relax back on the couch.  

“You know you are NOT winning your big meanie pants case right now?”  His eyes crinkle as he laughs at you and your attitude, slowly relaxing his hold on your wrists and allowing you to drape your hands over his shoulders. Despite what he thought was an act of kindness, your scowl did not falter. 

“I didn't know I had a case,” He murmurs, kissing your wrist and moving his hands down to your waist. You nod intently, “yep, you do. And actually, the results are in, and they said you're guilty,” you keep nodding, so sure of yourself. 

He quirks his lip, “guilty, huh?” You nod with a soft mhm, “They gonna to come lock me up, sweetheart?” he swoons, head falling down to kiss your neck. He slowly rests his whole-body weight down and wraps himself around you, getting comfortable again after your little attack.  

“Well, the punishment is usually um... life... in prison,” He hums, nodding his head but slowly losing himself in the comfort of your plush curves. “But they said if you kiss your girlfriend and tell her your sorry and you love her, they might dismiss the charges,” 

He laughs against your skin, his head popping up to look at you as he speaks. “Very fair justice system,” You both nod, giggling at each other and the silliness of your scenario.  

His big palm comes up and gently caresses your cheek, pulling you into a slow kiss. “I'm sorry I left you by yourself,” He whispered into your skin tenderly as he pulled away, his eyes big and soft reflected in the tv light as he spoke. 

“And...” You prompt him. He hangs his head lowly, “And I’m sorry I said you didn't deserve a kiss,” he punctuated his point by softly kissing you again, his hands still gently holding your face.  

“And say you're sorry for fuckin moaning like that too,” Its half a joke, half not. He laughs, head falling against your chest, “I don't know if I’m sorry for that baby” You smack his arm lightly as he's still laughing at your antics.  

“Alright alright, I’m sorry I very accurately enacted the way you sound when we have sex,” You roll your eyes hard at him.  

“You’re insufferable,” he kisses your throat and clavicle as you speak to him, “you love me, baby.” You kiss the top of his head, all fight gone from you and back to just wanting to feel him.  

“I love you a lot, Logan,” His head pops up again, his eyes much more tender and serious this time. He kisses you in response, the meaning clear as he pulls away and practically has hearts in his eyes.  

“By the way the court also said you must carry your girlfriend to bed and cuddle her until she falls asleep.” You murmur with a giggle. He’s already shoving his hands underneath you and scooping you into his arms before you can finish the sentence, arms looped around his neck as he carried you effortlessly.  

“I was gonna do that either way, princess.” 

[andhumanslovedstories]

Hello, new on tumblr here. Saw one of your posts on ytb shorts while i was trying catch any type of tags that people use when they tell their silly little stories because that's the content i want to see here in majority. So here i am, in unknown terrain, feeling lost and robbed of the sillyness that was promised to me.

All i see here is aesthetic art and whatnots, which is fine and all i don't mind for that type of content for a bit but it's everywhere. So please, could you help me get on the side of tumblr that i want ?

I wrote a stupidly long response and then my computer crashed and I lost everything, so here is the very simple version: You find someone with a blog you like. You see who they reblog from. You go check out those blogs. When you find another blog you like, you see who those people reblog from. Tumblr is the social media equivalent of "you have to know a guy."

[cccakessslicemeee]

Riz and Adine have to have little hang outs away from everyone else's and their bullshit. Like Kristen is great but she's all that and a bag of chips with her nonsense and it's always at 11. Fabian is...himself which is great but again at 11.Fig is great and wonderful but she's just full of energy and sillyness and truly a wild card with that disguise self.

I will also add Gorgug to this lil hang out because he's actually a down to earth dude for the most part.

I like to imagine they just are hella happy to exist quietly in a room together. Like Riz with his clue board, Gorgug with his tools and materials, Adine reading over some tomes. It's just a very chill time.

Sometimes they play games but most of the time it's just comfortably existing in a shared space. Maybe Riz makes everybody tea and Gorgug has home made snacks his parents wouldn't let him leave the tree without.

Truly there is nothing better than quietly being in a place with others. Like sure you can engage with one another but there's no pressure to have to. Like alone together so not really alone?

Is this anything?

[allpiesforourown]

was gonna post this on ao3 but it's only 1.3k words and pure sillyness so here it is instead: bingqiu, post canon, time travel, misunderstandings.

shen qingqiu time travels, but no one tells him

Upon waking up to see his husband, the first words out of Shen Qingqiu’s mouth were, “Ugh, again?” 

Because the one at his bedside was not the tall handsome demon lord he saw every morning. A cute little bun in white robes blinked back at him. “Shizun?” 

Seriously? How many times was this going to happen!? At least this time he didn't look young enough to be mistaken for his child, but still… if Shen Qingqiu had a soul stone for every time Luo Binghe qi deviated into a younger version of himself, he’d have two soul stones by now…

Instead of waking his husband to tell him about his condition, the man (boy?) had run off to prepare breakfast. Going by the steaming congee on the table, he only woke Shen Qingqiu up to get him to eat.

Shen Qingqiu sighed as he sat up and ran a hand over his face. “Do you know how old you are right now?” 

“This disciple is sixteen, shizun. Is something wrong?” 

Shen Qingqiu gave Luo Binghe a glare. Something wrong? The audacity! He grabbed the fan off his nightstand and smacked the boy’s head softly. “Hasn’t this master told Binghe to tell me right away when something is wrong?” Binghe opened his mouth with a stricken expression, but Shen qingqiu cut him off. “It’s fine, it’s fine. You're still too young to dual cultivate. We’ll have to wait things out.” 

Papapa would have solved this matter instantly if it was viable. But when Binghe first brought up the idea of role-playing as their younger selves, Shen Qingqiu made it clear he would not partake in anything with the man if he made his appearance younger than 18! Even that was too low, but he had to draw the line somewhere! 

Luo Binghe’s face flushed red. “D-d-dual cu-cultivate!?” 

Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes. “What did I just say? Don't get any ideas, you'll have to wait before we can do anything.” 

“We?” Binghe’s voice went high. “Shizun… dual cultivate… with me!?” 

“Not until you’re older,” he repeated firmly. 

At this age, Binghe really did look too innocent… even with such a perverted interior, he really looked like this simple talk was flustering him. “How-how much older?” 

Well, while recovering from de-aging qi deviations, Binghe did grow back rapidly. It wouldn’t take that long before Binghe was old enough for shen qingqiu to feel comfortable touching. “Hmm, at the rate you usually grow… maybe we can do it a week from now?” 

Luo Binghe passed out. 

*

“Mu-shidi, how can you say this isn’t a qi deviation?” Shen Qingqiu insisted. “Just look at him! What other explanation could there be?” 

His martial brother must have gone insane. He grasped Luo Binghe’s wrist once more, looking over the unconscious boy. “Shixiong, this one… still doesn’t understand what you mean.” He released the arm and adjusted his glasses. “Though he seems to have suffered some sort of shock, it is minor and there is zero harm to his meridians. He will wake up shortly.”

No harm to his meridians? Then what else could explain why his husband was suddenly a head shorter than him? Luo Binghe did have some shape-shifting skills… perhaps they went beyond just hiding his demonic huadian and eyes? Could he also change his appearance to such a degree he looked like a teenager again? 

“Then I suppose this master will take his husband back to the bamboo house and follow up once he wakes.” Shen Qingqiu stood, scooping Luo Binghe into his arms. “Thanking shidi for his time.” 

He was nearly at the door when he heard a strangled “WAIT!” call out behind him. Shen qingqiu glanced over his shoulder impatiently. He didn’t want to be holding Binghe like a bride when he came to… Binghe would insist on it constantly and further tarnish his status as a stallion protagonist! 

Mu Qingfang’s eyes were bugged out, ink dripping from his pen onto his hand. “What did you just say!?” 

Shen qingqiu raised a brow, shuffling binghe into a more comfortable hold closer to his chest. “This shixiong thanked shidi…” Shen qingqiu said slowly. 

Mu Qingfang’s tense shoulders lowered slightly. “Right… that’s all shixiong said.”

“Yes? Thank you for checking on this master’s husband.” 

Mu Qingfang threw up blood as Shen Qingqiu exited the infirmary. 

*

Shen Qingqiu had just finished tucking Binghe into their bed when the door to the bamboo house was kicked open. He readied his ‘disappointed teacher’ voice to reprimand Liu Qingge, but was stunned into silence when he found Yue Qingyuan sprinting into his bedroom instead. 

“Zhangmen shixiong,” Shen Qingqiu said with a raised brow. “May this shidi help you?” 

Yue Qingyuan’s voice was choked as he called, “Xiao-Jiu!” 

Shen Qingqiu's lip instinctively twisted down. “If shixiong has something to say to this Qingqiu, he may do so.” He said pettily. “Otherwise, I’m busy taking care of my husband.”

“Husband,” Yue Qingyuan repeated. He squirmed nervously under Shen Qingqiu’s gaze. “Mu-shidi informed me you said something similar, I… xia- um, Qingqiu-shidi, are you alright? You… you’re not married… right?” 

…Sect leader Yue. You were at the wedding! 

“Is this a joke?” Shen Qingqiu answered coolly. “Luo Binghe would not take kindly to this kind of statement.” 

Yue Qingyuan staggered backwards, falling onto a chair with an anguished expression. His eyes fell upon Shen Qingqiu’s bed, where Luo Binghe lay sleeping and his eyes widened. “How…? Shidi, this is- he’s your disciple!” 

“This master does not understand,” Shen Qingqiu said irritably. “Luo Binghe and I have been wed for over a year, so why now are you making such a fuss?” 

“A year…?” 

More footsteps invaded the bamboo house, until half his martial siblings had invited themselves in. Qi Qingqi, Liu Qingge, even great master Airplane had arrived! Yue Qingyuan looked to Mu Qingfang with dread. “Mu-shidi…” 

The tragedy clear on the sect leader’s face said it all. Mu Qingfang grimaced. “Something must be done. Shen-shidi is having delusions of marriage!” 

…okay, that was it. Shen Qingqiu had allowed his martial siblings to subtly disapprove of his relationship with Binghe for all this time, but this was too far. 

“Enough!” He cried. “Luo Binghe is my husband, and that will not change! Everyone will treat him with the respect that is deserved of Qing Jing’s shimu!” 

The sound of something crashing to the ground pulled their attention back to the peak lord’s bed. It seemed Luo Binghe had woken up, gotten out of bed, and then immediately passed out again after taking two steps. 

“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu cried. Seriously, what was going on? Did Airplane write a narcolepsy arc he never mentioned? 

As Shen qingqiu lifted Binghe back onto the bed, a younger voice joined them. “Shizun, why was everyone running into the bamboo house? Is everything okay?” 

At the threshold of his bedroom Ning Yingying had arrived, followed by the head disciple. 

Shen Qingqiu gawked at her small stature. What the-!? Did Ning Yingying also qi deviate? And Ming Fan, too? Why did all his disciples look about ten years younger- 

Oh.

Oh no.

Ha… hahaha… that was the trouble with immortals. Year after year, their faces looked exactly the same. 

System, Shen Qingqiu asked with dawning horror, what's going on? 

[Sounds like host has already figured it out! Limited event: Returning to the Peaceful Past is in progress!]

You bastard, you couldn't have said that earlier!? 

So Shen Qingqiu had temporarily returned to the past. He’d told his sixteen year old disciple they would dual cultivate and informed all his martial siblings he had married the boy at 15. For a thin faced man like Shen Qingqiu, something of this level… he couldn’t bear his fellow peak lord’s shocked and judging faces. 

“S-so…” Shen Qingqiu laughed nervously. “Um… that was all a joke, okay?” 

[lunch-squad-askblog]

*slowly crawls out of the cave*

I bring you..... my Marie day offering in form of a silly headcanon turned into an animatic, please enjoy 🙏🏼

For a while now, I've been wanting to return to Splatoon art and thought:

"Hey! Marie day is coming up, what's a better way to get back into practice?"

So after rewatching a childhood cartoon of mine (an audio from which was used for this very animatic), I decided it was time to LOCK IN 👀

Callie may be the silly cousin, but let Marie indulge in some sillyness too; at least in her kid years, I beg,,, she deserves it 🙏🏼

The audio is from Issue 4 of Kitten Named Woof (Episode 2: Nevertheless, It's Delicious)

But that's not all! Have a little epilogue with Marie and Four >:)

Boop

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Years later...

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With all of that said and done, happy Mar13 day, fellas!

And may all of you have an amazing day :>

Catch ya all later!

- Xenon