#I just think this is such a stinkin cute idea

[gophergal]

Uhm

Uhm

I would like some uhm

Helmet party

Por favor?

Not only I am very crazy abt them but I need something happy (not rn but I like happy things and they make me feel happy)

So, uh

I would like some Helmet party, por favor.

They're flying high

[corviddrawsstuff]

SPOOD SPOOD SPOOD

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

good old-fashioned lover boy

a valentines weekend event fic!

jason todd x reader: ever the romantic: despite all his best attempts, none of his valentine’s day plans are going right!

content level: fluff so fluffy you could make a bed out of it and sleep for days

“with what..i most enjoy contented least..” jason shakes his head, pacing around the living room. “yet..in these thoughts? myself almost despising..c’mon, already!” he keeps muttering to himself, and from your position in the hallway, he looks extremely frustrated. you stifle a giggle, stepping out.

“jay?” you call, smiling warmly as you head his way.

“baby!” he starts, looking surprised. he puts up what look like jazz hands, before looking at his pose and dropping them, sheepish. “what’s up?”

“oh, nothing..” you plop onto the couch, pulling out your phone, waving it at him. “i did just get off of the phone with your brother, and he’s taking barbara on a little getaway. isn’t that sweet?”

jason nods, his whole demeanor having changed since the mention of dick. he waves for you to continue. because of course there’s more.

“well, he was wondering if we’d be able to dogsit haley.” you drop the news, almost cringing in anticipation of jason’s hard:

“no.”

“jay, why not? that dog is so stinkin’ cute and i have no problem with it.” he plops down next to you on the couch, and you blink up at him. “besides, it’s for valentine’s day! spread a little love!”

jason grabs your thigh, smirking. “oh, i’ll spread a little love, alright.”

“not if you’re gonna be this stubborn.” you roll your eyes, whacking his arm.

he sighs as you get up to go to the kitchen, dramatic as ever.

“fine.” he relents, and internally you let out a sigh of your own.

“good, because i already told him yes.”

your admission leaves jason groaning, but a small smile sits on his lips.

a few months prior:

“these ones, right?” the clerk looks up as packets upon packets of seeds tumble onto the checkout counter. she sets down her magazine, mumbling under her breath.

“camellia, tulips, coneflower, lily of the valley..” she shuffles through them, nodding as she goes. “yep, these should all work!”

“okay.” jason nods firmly. “i want all of them.”

february 13

haley’s happy barks are making you giggle, and jason suddenly can’t remember why he was ever opposed to the idea. if there’s an open tab on his search engine for the nearest shelter, well. that’s no one’s business but his.

you’re infatuated with haley, and jason snapped a ridiculous amount of pictures when you fell asleep on the couch with the dog snuggled up next to you.

later

you walk in as jason’s opening and closing the cabinets in the kitchen, a bit frantically.

“okay, flour, baking soda, sugar..”

“hey, baby. whatcha doing?”

jason jumps, turning around with a smile.

“hi honey! nothing, really. what are you doing?” he leans against one of the counters.

“uh..nothing? do you still want to go try that new pizza spot?” you walk up to him, resting your head on his chest and threading your arms under his. he wraps you up into a hug, walking you away from the kitchen. you giggle, your smile scrunching up your eyes.

“jay, where are we going?”

“why, to go get ready, of course?” he says, playing serious.

even later

you’re scrolling on your phone, looking for gifts for your boyfriend for valentine’s day, when he pops his head into the bedroom.

“i’m going to head out to the store, babe. do you need anything?”

you cock your head, sort of confused. you and jason almost always go get groceries together, unless one of you is at work or something. you set your phone down, thinking.

“the only thing i can think of is that we might be running a little low on eggs?”

jason nods, coming in to plant a big kiss on your forehead.

“sounds good,” he says, grabbing his jacket as he walks out. you settle back into bed, eyebrows furrowed. weird.

february 14th

“damn it, damian!” jason hoarsely growls from your apartment’s balcony, eyes locked on his flower pots. (or what was left of them) he’d gotten up early to get everything ready, and there was a batarang lodged into his pot, the flowers—he leaned over the railing—yup, on the sidewalk. great. now he’d have to buy you a store bought bouquet. which is fine, but seriously? he has half a mind to send a bill to bruce, he’s so pissed off. he didn’t even realize they were fighting over here last night, how could he not have heard?

he trudges down to the street with a garbage bag, carefully picking up the flowers—which had already been stepped on, to add insult to injury—handfuls of dirt, and the broken shards of the pot, dropping them all into the bag. an elderly woman strolls by, patting him on the back.

“such a nice young man!” she calls after him. he nods, raising a hand in acknowledgement. he doesn’t feel very nice right now.

jason cannot believe his ears right now. his voice is..gone? he spent weeks memorizing that sonnet for you, and his voice is a raspy, gravelly mess. you two had slept with the window open last night and it’d been pretty cold, but you liked that. he liked it, because the you’d snuggle up next to him. but he must be starting to get a cold or something. he hasn’t really talked yet today either, he’s been home alone while you’re at work. so far he’s just talked to the dog..which went extremely poorly. he tried to give haley a command, but just sounded like a teenager in puberty. he just knows if dogs could laugh, haley would’ve been cackling. ugh. maybe he’ll just save it for an anniversary. tying on an apron, jason grabs all the cake ingredients he needs, setting them out onto the counter.

the cake is baked, and it is beautiful. jason’s proud of himself, putting the final touches on the frosting, adding flourishes he didn’t even know he knew how to do. he sets down the piping bag, checking the time. you should be home from work anytime now. he takes his apron off, washing his hands. his shirt is..covered in flour, to say the least. he goes the bedroom to change, (into a different black shirt) coming back out when he sees disaster about to strike.

“haley, no!” jason shouts, except the dog can’t hear him if he’s lost his voice. haley jumps up, grabbing the end of the plate with her teeth. it bangs against the side of the counter, effectively flinging the cake across the room, onto the kitchen floor. jason slaps a hand over his eyes, groaning. the familiar metal of your key slots into the lock, and you open the door to…

what exactly is going on, anyways?

jason has a smear of what looks like flour on his face, haley is sitting, looking at you with her tongue out and her tail wagging, and there’s a cake. on the floor.

“jay..what?” you set down your bag, shrugging your coat off and dropping that too, heading towards your boyfriend. “what happened, baby?”

“i was trying,” jason sighs. “i was trying to make you a cake for valentine’s day. and grow you flowers. and recite shakespeare to you. but quite literally none of those things worked out.”

you smile, sending his heart thumping as you brush the flour off of his cheek.

“well, i don’t know about you, but i’m starving. and there’s some cake on the floor over there that looks, like, really good.”

jason rolls his eyes at you, a smile starting on his lips. you grab two forks, handing him one. he joins you on the floor, watching as you take a huge first bite. your cheeks puffed, you chew with wide eyes. jason chuckles, grabbing some for himself too. you swallow, grabbing his hand.

“jason. i don’t know how to tell you this, but you need to quit everything you’re doing and become a professional baker. this cake is insane.” you take another bite, sighing as you close your eyes.

“you’re ridiculous.” jason’s blushing, shaking his head. you shrug, scooping cake up and bringing your fork to his lips.

“yeah, but you like it.” you say as he nods, chewing. he swallows, beaming at you.

“happy valentine’s day, baby.”

“happy valentine’s day, jason.”

༄ For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

from sonnet 29, william shakespeare.

post divider courtesy of: @saradika-graphics

[monstersholygrail]

So about this Demon priest, I'm intrigued... go on. I can imagine as he's in the middle of a sermon, reader walks in, as reader just felt led to enter the church. As soon as Demon priest sees reader... he stumbles over the carefully and well prepare recitations. Sight focused on the back pew that reader silently sat on, not even noticing the uncharacteristic falter of the priest, nor realizing his eyes trained on them. He's been enraptured.

This is amazing, I am all for making this canon to Demon Priest. He’s so stinkin cute.

When you first walk into the church, Demon Priest swears he’s finally been graced with the presence of an angel once more. Your beauty ethereal, your presence divine in nature.

Hope blossoms within his chest that he has finally completed his repentance. That he will finally be welcomed back into those pearly gates. With heavens light shining back at him in your eyes how can he think otherwise?

He meets you after the service and realization dawns on him that you were not a messenger sent from above to take him to rejoin his fellow brethren. No, he realized instead that you were something far greater.

As part of his repentance, Demon Priest feels the pain of remaining inside a holy sanctuary. His feet burn with every step he takes, his hands while holding all blessed liturgical objects, and his face with the use of Holy water. With his demon healing they heal, only for them to come once more. Yet they each leave their own scars.

But as soon as your hand slips into his in greeting, Demon Priest feels as though a balm has been washed over his soul. The pain leaving him instantly with your touch. You certainly weren’t there to bring him home but perhaps you were something better than he could’ve ever imagined.

You were a gift.

Sent down from above and placed on his path. A testament to his strength and devotion. And he would be so utterly devoted. To you.

At every turn he seeked your approving gaze. At every chance he could risk he seeked your soothing touch. You had so utterly consumed him, turning his world upside down until it all came back to you.

It wasn’t long before he could no longer resist the idea of what it would be like to feel more of you. To grasp your supple flesh in his palms. Take your hardened nipples between his razor sharp teeth. Taste the sweet nectar of your essence on his tongue. He wanted all of you. To consume you as you had him.

Now as his hands run all over your body, leaving a lustful heat in his path, he finally has. The stain glass windows of his office shine down on you, illuminating your beauty as you ride his cock.

Your body bouncing so prettily along his hardened length, his eyes watch you with a feral hunger. Claws digging into your hips as he fucks up into you, not being able to help himself from taking you as roughly as he’s been wanting to. Your cries of pleasure being the most lovely sound he’s ever heard.

“Yes! It’s s-so good. Feels so good. I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you exclaim, baring your neck for him. His cock twitches within your wet heat, the curves of your body driving him closer to delirium.

He molds himself over your form, not being able to get close enough to the ecstasy of your skin. His lips latching on and sucking heartily at each of your breasts, leaving you panting as you try and match his every thrust.

“Tell me, my beloved, how can I be expected to deny you? That which I most crave. My greatest temptation…” he growls and you feel the vibration move through your body and shoot straight to your soaked core.

His claws sink into your plush hips, using his hold to slam you down on his needy cock. A hoarse cry is ripped from your lips. Hands finding purchase and bringing a soothing relief to his shoulders as he drives himself into you.

“Let me worship you,” he whispers with an intensity that sends chills up your spine. Yet you can’t focus on its meaning as your pleasure bursts through you, clenching down as you cum hard on his cock.

Demon priest grunts, his fierce eyes never leaving your expression so deeply filled with ecstasy. The sight of your pleasure enough to send him right over the edge with you, stuffing you full of his length as he shoots his cum deep into your womb.

And it’s in that moment he knows. He has found salvation in you.

[heavenbarnes]

I've been chased, almost bit and actuslly bit by many'a dog in my 24 uears of life. Beagle, lab, pitfalls, a retriever and 2 German Shepherds. I now have two German Shepherd mixes [thanks husband] and they're actually kind of nice. Dumb, but protective [protective of the house from our landlord they see every day tho 🤦] and they give me a sense of security when I'm home alone and it's like the dead of night

They're also kind of a police/protection breed. Obviously not these two nuts, but the breed in general. So now, as I sit home alone with these two bozos [and my three cats and like 14 fish] I'm thinking of, like

Does Older bf! Simon get his girl a protection woofer? Rescue or breeder dog? How does that conversation go if he does? Does she think it's overkill or is she thankful for the company when he's gone?

Sorry for the long ass post btws, and the unsolicited pic of the two braincells I call my pets

ok never apologise for pictures of your dogs, they’re so stinkin’ cute 🫶🏼

i think older bf!simon hates being away from you in general but one of his biggest frustrations is that fact he’s left you alone.

he doesn’t like the idea of you being alone in that house and he doesn’t like knowing anything could happen and there’s not a damn thing he could do from so far away.

so yeah, he rescues two dogs (without fkn telling you) and they’re a couple of doberman brothers. they could stand on their back paws and put their front ones on your shoulders, these things are massive and look mean.

naturally, they adore simon and he could walk forever and they’d stay at his side. all he has to do is whistle and they’re on his heel, they don’t even rark up when he’s got his mask on.

you think they don’t like you as much as him, given the fact they spend so much time with him and only seem to tolerate you with food present.

“si, i don’t know why you got them- they much prefer you anyway”

“they like you, sweet’art- everything likes you”

it’s not as if they dislike you, they’ll sleep on the floor on your side of the bed and they’ll sit at your feet under your spot on the couch. sometimes when you’re wandering the house doing chores you can hear their claws on the floor just a few steps behind you.

almost like they’d been trained that way.

simon likes knowing they’re there to keep you company. that if someone chose their misfortune by trying to hurt you and simon wasn’t there to kill them himself? he knows something just as primal as he will do it for him.

so when he comes home from deployment late at night with no warning (as usual) and his boots are loud on the concrete outside as he approaches, he can see movement in the glass by the front door.

he knows it’s you, he’d know you with his eyes plucked out. he doesn’t like the idea that you might be afraid right now, hearing movement and having to investigate it on your own.

he’s about to speak up, to let you know it’s him and let you rest- but something stops him. he’s dead silent so he can hear it, you let out one sharp whistle.

suddenly, two large heads appear at either hip flanking you- simon’s sure he can hear growling all the way from here. he can’t help the smile that forms beneath his balaclava.

“s’alright”

growling stopped, lights come on.

“daddy’s home”

[saiintvalentiine]

Hi Saiint! *heres a (virtual) dogfies plushie for you 

Could I get a apologetic Parrotx2… :3 like he finally realizes how mean and ignorant he has been to wifies sometimes and actually says sorry says that he cares about him,.. that dog deserves apology and comfort :(

sorry for holding ur request hostage this dogfies is just so stinkin cute that every time i opened my inbox id see him and get cuteness aggression :(((( sweetest baby ever............ set in the first war video when they talk on the stairs at around 25 mins!

Word count: 508

“I’m really sorry for everything I said,” Wifies says, wringing his hands together. “I want to help you again. I’m sorry for not understanding your point of view.”

The thing about anger is that it’s easy. It’s hot. It expands. It rises. It fills. The anger is there, Parrot could touch it, a weight that breathes like a wounded animal in his chest.

But he’s sick of blood and wounds and burning. He can see the red around Wifies’s nails despite the way he’s moving them. The darkness under his eyes.

It hurts. Parrot is tired of everything hurting. He’s tired of— of hurting everyone around him. For once, he’d like to actually fix something. Not patch it over, not help it escape its fate for only one more day, but fix it. He can fix this, them.

“I’m sorry too,” Parrot says. Wifies’s eyes flutter, uncertain, dodgy.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about how you felt either.”

It’s strange to see Wifies so still. He was all quick, small motions just a second ago, but it’s like Parrot’s dropped sand on his head.

“It’s— don’t worry about it. I was being inconsiderate.”

“So was I,” Parrot can’t stop himself from pacing, wings rustling. “The worst thing getting here was turning around expecting you to be there and nothing. It was awful. I kept thinking about how I had begun to rely on you being there with me.”

He drifts closer and closer to Wifies, who watches him with wide eyes. Is this such a surprise? Parrot can’t blame him. He can’t remember the last time they talked like this.

“But it was plenty of time and silence to think. I realize now that you care.”

“I do,” Wifies sounds more stressed than before, voice rising.

“And that what you did, what you said. . . it was because you care, and you were scared.”

“Terrified,” Wifies corrects. He starts to pick at his nail beds. “Parrot, I have so few people I’m close to in this life, and I don’t think I’ll be this lucky in the next. The idea of losing you terrifies me.”

There’s something unnerving about how Wifies says that, as if he’s resigned to loss but holding on anyway. He’s never been that much of a pessimist. Parrot reaches over and pries Wifies’s hands apart, holding them tight.

“You’re not going to lose me,” Parrot rubs his thumbs across the back of Wifies’s hands. They tremble in his grip, fine and shallow but trembling nonetheless. “You were trying to protect me. I’m sorry for not thinking of it that way.”

It’s easy to pull Wifies close and hug him. He curls up into Parrot instantly, breath puffing against Parrot’s throat as he presses close. Parrot’s wings rise around them, a second layer to keep prying eyes away. This is for them.

It doesn’t burn. It aches, but in a good way, the way a yellowed bruise does. Or maybe it doesn’t hurt at all, the way it was always meant to be between them.

[pumpkinrootbeer]

m-m ..mikko factz pl- ease .. ?

Well yes!

As mentioned, Mikko can play piano— at least to some extent. Susanna posted an IG story where he's playing with his sister, it's SO cute

Speaking of sisters, Mikko has an older and a younger sister. Noora is three years younger than him and Laura is four years older. Mikko being a middle child to two sisters honestly explains SO much about him. tbh.

One of the Avs equipment managers helped Mikko set up a fantasy football team when he was a rookie with the Avs

Him and Georgie train together in the off season, and Georgie played on the same team with him in Finland! (TPS I believe)

Mikko used to be afraid/intimidated by Nate, so when he would have ideas about what they could do on the ice together he would make Gabe text them to Nate for him

He has a dog named Bobby (pretty sure that's his name) that he is just SO cute with

#bobbynation

Mikko and Gabe used to take off each others skates. Whoever scored more goals in practice got their skates taken off, normal intricate hockey rituals.

Mikko broke his foot in game 6 against San Jose in 2019, hid it, and then went on to play game 7 with his broken foot. I'm pretty sure there had to be an investigation into the Avs as to how they let a player play on a broken foot... 😭 Clown team

His dad is a construction worker

One of his pregame rituals is that he shoots two picks from center ice, one to each end of the rink. He would hit Lehky in the foot a lot, apparently

The year he was a rookie, Mikko was the only rookie so he had to pay for the rookie dinner on his own. It was like 8000 dollars. They bullied that poor Finnish boy 😭

Speaking of bullying, they made 18 yr old Mikko make fun of Jarome Iginla for being bald and having a fivehead. The next day Mikko apologized to him, said they made him make the joke and "Landy would have beat my ass if I didn't say it." dkkfkfkfjd

Mikko sleep talks

Him and Cale lived in the same apartment building for a bit and Mikko would carpool with Cale. He's said Cale is a very scary driver

Everyone knows about how he bullied Lehky's dad (cunt) but Bednar actually came out in defense of Mikko when asked about it! Said something like "You don't comment about what happens off the ice, that's crossing a line"

Him and his girlfriend are really stinkin cute

I could make a whole post about them dkfkfkkf

He owns part of a Finnish hot tub company which is possibly the most Mikko fact on this list

He played a lot of sports as a child, one of which being soccer

He's a highschool dropout (well, the Finnish equivalent of highschool. Couldn't finish his last year and play hockey)

Mikko has been fined twice ✌️ for embellishing but he got one of those fines revoked by writing an 8 point letter arguing that he had just fallen and wasn't embellishing. He had Avs teammates read over it for him and they said he could go to law school after hockey. Himbo allegations DEFEATED

Mikko is a little afraid of heights

He has played with #96 as his number since he was a kid. (In soccer because they weren't allowed to pick their numbers in his peewee league) The moment he could pick his number he went with 96 and he is very abnormal about his number. The Sidney Crosby effect.

Speaking of the number, Mikko actually didn't have the watch he gave to Roslovic on hand! The wait-list for the specific Rolex is years long. A Finnish silversmith heard about Mikko wanting his number and the kind of watch Roslovic wanted, and offered to give it to him. Mikko flew the guy out and it was a really cute moment. Mikko was also given a custom made necklace, and he went and signed every one of his jerseys the Canes had in their store for the silversmith to take back to Finland as a thank you.

Mikko texted Nate congratulations on Nate's thousand point

Mikko has kissed Cale's helmet and called him cute. Which I think is important and a good fact to give.

He used to not be able to tie a tie and had to get his Mom to pre tie ones for him to wear. There's also a video where Gabe is tieing his tie. Intricate hockey rituals

Him and his girlfriend met on a boat and there's a very cute video where they're dancing together on said boat

These are just ones I can think of off the top of my head! if anyone has some more please feel free to add 🙂‍↕️ I know I'm definitely missing cute Finnish facts that I haven't encountered yet dkkdkf

[happylittleshrub]

Rambling About Videogame Rocket Part 4

It's been too long since I've posted one of these! I've been busy with life and also distracted by Marvel Rivals oops 😅

So some things I learned about Rocket:

He's been irradiated (according to him it feels tingly)

He can sense vibrations with his whiskers

He spells dead 'D-E-D'

He pronounces advocating as 'adrotating'

He hacks a drone and he gives it a name. Gubbins. Ngl it made me think of the Pokemon Grubbin lol. I headcanon that Rocket names his inventions so I loved how he gave the drone a name here! It's so cute!! He wants it to be the sixth guardian 🥺 But of course since it's something Rocket has an emotional attachment to it dies immediately. Ded.

This exchange:

Gamora: Your drone led us to a dead end!

Rocket: It wasn't a dead end for him!

Gamora: Actually...

Rocket: [small wounded gasp]

Rocket was so upset watching all the brainwashing the cultists were doing, I felt so bad for him, he was really uncomfortable, my poor boy 😢 He says it reminds him how the scientists would tell the experiments they were "the chosen ones" even as they were hurting them and that he and Lylla were the only ones to see through it 😭

One of my favorite scenes is where Rocket's working at a panel and Quill asks how he can help and Rocket makes him go stand in the corner 🤣🤣🤣

Also the panel blows up and then one of Rocket's whiskers is on fire and Groot snuffs it out for him and Rocket gives a muttered little "Thanks, buddy." HE'S SO STINKIN' CUTE!!! He just endears himself to me more and more with each playthrough.

He's hacking another panel when we get attacked by the cultists and he says "You better not let them shoot me in the ass!" Which sent me into a fit of laughter which was not at all conducive to battle. Don't make me laugh in the middle of a fight, Rocket 😂 I still giggle about it now

This line: "Groot can die but I won't let him. I'll replant him a million times if I have too" ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ MY HEART!!! Their friendship is still one of my favorite parts of this game they're just SO precious!! 🥹 Rocket also says that Groot is his family, I can't, they're just the sweetest 😭❤️

Also I'm adding Tella to my hit list next to The High Evolutionary and Rak-Mar. Rocket's story with her was so sad, "She made me feel special [...] Then she left me behind like trash." Like how dare she hurt him! 😭 He said it wasn't long after his laboratory escape either he was vulnerable!! And he thought she liked him and he wanted to impress her and she just used him. So yeah, screw Tella. All my homies hate Tella.

I loved how Rocket talked about technology making sense to him and how he tinkers with things to manage his stress. These little looks into his character and psyche are just the best. Also his bit before the backstory lore where he tricks Quill into thinking the device he picked up is a bomb. Classic Rocket.

Also got some more Rocket techno-babble in these chapters! I love it so much when he techno-babbles. I haven't the slightest idea what he's saying I just love when he says it.

Non-Rocket Notes:

I GOT TO DO A SPACESHIP BATTLE AND IT WAS AWESOME!!!

Gamora's story about the doll she had as a child was heartbreaking 😢 Her voice actress does such a good job conveying the emotion in the scene. Thanos frickin' sucks. I'm glad Drax killed him. Also it seems that Nebula is ded in this story which is a shame because I was curious as to what her character would be like here. Oh well. 😔RIP Nebula say hi to Lylla for me.

And now the Rocket Gallery:

I'm not sure how I got this dramatic shadow but it looks awesome

Rocket working and wearing his goggles 🧡

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Hi, may I request headcanons for Connor, Nines and Ralph (separately)? How would they react if reader took them to buy clothes for themselves for the first time?

<3

Authors note: This is so stinkin cuteee

Characters: Connor, Nines, and Ralph

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : Ralph is a little insecure about his scar lol, very fluffy

🪙 Connor 🪙

-He would be so grateful for you to buy him clothes

-He doesn’t wanna walk around in that Cyberlife uniform all the time lol

-Even though he’s Deviant he’s still not used to doing things for himself a lot

-So when he hears that he gets to pick out his own clothes

-He just awkwardly sifts through the clothes at the store

-You find it pretty cute how he has no idea what he’s even looking for poor boy

-Eventually he asks you for help and you both get swept into a shopping spree

-If you asked him to, he’d definitely give you a little fashion show as he tries on clothes

-He may or may not get addicted to shopping with you

-I also feel like once he gets a sense of what kind of clothes he wants

-He’ll pick out so. many. suits.

-And of course many ties to match

-Idk why but yeah he just loves lookin dapper

-Although he would be very considerate of your budget and would try not to buy too many things

-Just keep a close eye on him tho

-Bc he will get lost in the store (poor boy gets too curious)

💙 Nines 💙

-He is so confused on why you want to buy him clothes

-He’s all like: “But I already have clothes.”

-And you gotta convince him that one suit just isn’t enough

-Literally takes forever to convince him to let you buy him some clothes

-And he’s even more confused-for some reason- that he has to go with you to buy them

-If you could give a question mark a face, it’d be the face that Nines is making

-He just didn’t think he would actually be picking out the clothes himself

-So you make it a goal for him to start making decisions for himself

-When you both get to mall, a little like Connor, he has no clue on where to start picking out clothes

-So you both take a while to first discuss what kind of clothes he wants

-And then you finally start picking out clothes

-I feel like Nines would def get a bunch of suits too

-But not like Connor, Connor at least knows he can’t have just suits

-But no, Nines wants ONLY SUITS

-Takes more time to explain how he can’t just have suits

-Literally took almost the whole day to just buy him clothes

-But it was worth it because he was grateful for it in the end

🌿 Ralph 🌿

-He’s ecstatic about getting new clothes!!

-He wants to look more presentable and is beyond grateful you would offer to buy him clothes

-Like I’m pretty sure the amount of time he said “thank you” that day

-Was the amount of times someone says “thank you” in a lifetime

-Buuut he gets a little hesitant when you ask him to come with you to buy his clothes

-He hatesss the idea of going out in public

-Especially with his scar, he’s super insecure about it

-So tons of reassuring later, you and Ralph are in the store picking out his clothes

-The entire time he’s practically glued to your side

-Like literally. He has not let go of your hand the moment you both let the house

-But it’s not as bad as he first thought

-He actually starts having fun picking out his clothes and trying them on

-Definitely a flustered mess when you compliment the clothes he tries on

-He’s confused but happy that no one has said anything about his scar

-Totally not having to do with you giving anyone The Death Stare™️ if they even breath at Ralph the wrong way

-Over all it was a very fun experience for the both of you

[nanis4thewin]

polaroids pictures with quackity <3

(can we talk about how stinkin cute he is in polaroid pictures 🙈🫶🏻)

I think he would be really into taking polaroids of u 🥲🥲 He likes the idea of having ACTUAL photos of u, other than his phone.

One time, u both were at the beach, and it was pretty gloomy that day. But u and alex went anyway because it was when u both had some time with eachother, and u guys didnt wanna stay at the house all day. U would offer to go the ocean and just put ur feet in and alex was like “no, the water is cold😭!” so it was just u who ended up going to the ocean. You rolled up your jeans to your knees , and you went into the ocean, only with ur feet in. “see! its not cold babe!” U yell out while ur trying to act like ur not cold. It wasnt that cold, but still. “ok sure” he’d reply, with rolling his eyes. He’d watch from a distance as u picked up a few seashells. He thought u looked so beautiful. Your cheeks were faintly pink, and your lips were a big smile. A few cracked and little cuts from u picking at your dry lips. “baby, look up!” he yelled out as he was taking a polaroid picture. U gave him a big smile “😁” while u were in the water. After the picture, he shows it to u with a smile. He genuinely thinks ur the most gorgeous person.

He’d take pictures of u amd him mom 😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. Like when u guys are down in mexico, visiting his family. He’d be like “go with my mom to take a picture,babe”. One would be of his mom giving a cheek kiss. and a few of the pictures would be of u, wrapping ur arm around her shoulder with a sweet smile. He really likes seeing those pictures of u and his mom <3

Making a heart with him is a must for a polaroid picture <3 and giving his cheek kisses. and he’d leave hickies in the shape of hearts on ur chest, So he’d take a pic of that 🙈. u playfully modeling for him, and then being like “if u show those to any living soul, I will bite u”. He’d take pictures of ur guys tongue touching 🥲?? Im not sure how to describe it , sorry if it sound weird 🤧🤧 but he’d stick his tongue and you’d stick ur tongue out. and the tips of eachothers tongue are touchijg.

he loves taking these picturs, And he’d have a picture of u in his wallet so if he travels without u, he’d take quick glances on it when he’s on the plain. <3

[sanriokamabodo]

Hi, I'd like to request a little headcanons for fem reader & Akaza or Douma (or both!) who learn that she is scared of darkness - if possible!

A/N: this is so stinkin cute>:(

CW's: douma's lowkey mean when i write him but what's new, also not proofread!

Akaza

No one made you feel safer than your sweet boyfriend. Sweet, attentive and respectul. Your relationship was built on trust and honesty, there were no secrets between the two of you... except for maybe one thing.

You were terrified of the dark and whatever could be lurking in it. You knew it was ironic, having y'know a demon who can't be in the sunlight as your boyfriend.

Nonetheless you were able to keep your phobia as a secret for over a year. You didn't necessarily feel like you had to keep it from Akaza, but a small voice, somewhere, deep inside managed to tell you that it was a dumb thing to be scared of, that only kids were afraid of the dark.

Then again, you also had an idea that Akaza had an inkling about your phobia. He never questioned the fairy lights you liked to have on, even when you went to sleep.

Akaza didn't know.

One night, you had done your night time routine and jumped into your cozy bed. Akaza had something to finish up in the bathroom and entered your shared bedroom after you. Without giving it a second thought he turned off the fairy lights.

Click! You were enveloped in darkness. A small yelp left your lips.

Akaza, being the guard dog he is, turned on the lights within an instant, scanning the area for any potential threats. It was just you.

He cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "What's your deal?"

"Can we keep the lights on please?"

You saw Akaza think for a moment, realization hitting him quickly however. A gentle smile grazed his lips as he nodded. "Sure."

Akaza knew when it was best to stay silent. He didn't feel the need to confirm it with you, he knew you were afraid.

He joined you in bed, pulling you in extra close he placed a soft kiss on your temple.

Douma

The temple was dark, even with the lights on it had an eerie vibe.

You weren't sure where you were standing in your relationship with Douma. Some days he was the kindest man in the world to you, other days he didn't even spare you a glance.

Fine, it wasn't like the two of you were officially together anyway, you'd thought to yourself.

Naturally, you didn't feel the need to tell him about your fear. Especially considering his sadistic nature.

You were in your room, cleaning up a bit to keep your mind off of your confusing bond with Douma. When suddenly the lights turned off.

You tried turning the light on, to no avail. Opening the door you noticed that the usual lamps that always illuminated the dark corridor were off too.

You shot back inside your room and stayed frozen, you were terrified.

A while passed. Douma's voice, talking to your 'neighbour' helped you out of your frozen state. Shit, he couldn't see you like this.

A knock on your door followed soon after.

You swallowed away your fears yet it still took everything in you to not sound scared.

"You may come in, Douma."

Your door slid open, a bit of light creeping into your room as Douma held an oil lamp.

"There's a power outage."

"Ah, okay." You tried your best to sound uninterested, still annoyed at his two faced behaviour. Douma however, wasn't stupid, he'd noticed you were afraid the moment he entered your room.

"I'll move on then. You'll be fine without me, right?"

"Mhm."

Douma went to slide the shoji door close but regret quickly caught up with you.

"Please stay."

He hummed in response. Finally entering your room, Douma sat down his lamp and pulled you into an embrace, staying with you even when the power turned back on.

[a-m-w-worlds]

Scooby-Doo Analysis: Why Scrappy-Doo is a Poorly Executed Good Idea

 (Warning, many personal opinions ahead!)

Scrappy-Doo's tenure as a main character in the Scooby-Doo franchise is loved by some and hated by many. Personally, I'm not a big fan of most Scooby-Doo projects from the 80's (with the exception of Scooby-Doo! and the Ghoul School and A Pup Named Scooby-Doo!), but the thing that stands out to me about Scrappy in particular is that he's not a bad idea.

Honestly, I think Scrappy is a good idea on paper, the problem is just bad execution.

Giving Scooby a fearless and naïve nephew who genuinely thinks he can take the monsters in a fight and consistently needs to be rescued by Shaggy and Scooby, who know better, is actually a really fun concept. I think it's really endearing when Shag and Scoob have kids put in their care and they have to step up and be brave for them. You see this with the Grimwood Girls in the aforementioned Ghoul School and with the Secret Six puppies and the campers in Camp Comeoniwannascareya from What's New, Scooby-Doo?. I just find this kind of dynamic really fun to watch, it's cute, really stinkin' cute, ya know? And I wish that I got the same feeling from Scrappy.

This could be the subject of its own post, but my dream Scooby-Doo project is a remake of the 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo. If that ever happened, I would actually love to see Scrappy make a comeback in a revamped form!

So, let's try to figure out why Scrappy is so disliked and what can be done to fix it!

Design

Okay, honestly, I don't think this is that bad of a design./gen The problem is that it feels more like it belongs in cartoons with the likes of Yogi Bear, Huckleberry Hound, and Snagglepuss that are more heavily stylized and "cartoony" than in the semi-realistic world of Scooby-Doo. For reference, here's Scooby.

No, Scooby is not perfectly realistic, but his proportions are much closer to those of a real dog than Scrappy's. Scrappy almost feels like he exists in a different art style than the rest of the gang. The main offenders in his design being his huge head/tiny body, not very dog-like body, and the fact he typically walks upright. The few times he does walk on all fours he looks unbalanced because of the wonky head/body ratio. (I tried to find a picture of this rare phenomenon, but Scrappy's lawyer seems to have wiped all photographic evidence from the internet!/hj)

So, the first step in fixing Scrappy is just giving him better proportions and a slightly more dog-like body.

I think the Secret Six are a good example of how far a more dog-like body can go.

The have similar big head/small body proportions to Scrappy but have much bigger paws and are generally more "dog-shaped", which helps a lot!

Likewise, Scooby's design in A Pup Named Scooby-Doo! is a great example of improved proportions.

He's much less realistic than his adult counterpart but his head/body ratio is much more well-balanced than Scrappy. (And this design is just much cuter in opinion, is that just me?)

Voice, Dialogue, and Behavior

This is the section where I think a lot of the Scrappy hate comes from. (Quick disclaimer, I have not watched the entirety of the Scooby-Doo and Scrappy-Doo Show and most of what I have seen past season one I have not seen in many, many, many years. Even as a small child I hated how unstructured and nonsensical it was, yes, I was pretentious, no, nothing has changed!/lh/t But the point is, my memory is probably a little fuzzy, so keep that in mind!)

If Scrappy was brought back in a new series or movie one of the first changes I would make would be having him be voiced by an actual child. Adults often voice kids in long-running series for the sake of keeping the voice consistent and they usually do a good job, but I honestly think Scrappy would benefit from being voiced by a real kid. I think that would bring a lot of sincerity that Scrappy typically lacks.

Dialogue and behavior are a little trickier. If you remember "Uncle Scooby", "PUPPY POWER!", "let me at 'em!", and "I'm gonna splat 'em!", then you remember half of all Scrappy-Doo dialogue. Now, none of Scrappy's little catchphrases are inherently bad. They actually have the potential to be really cute, especially if said by that theoretical child actor, the problem is just that they get overused. Variations of these same few lines get used again and again and become annoying. I think moderation is the solution to this one!

Now, to the meat of my issue with Scrappy-Doo as a character; why does he act like a mini adult? This frustrates me to no end! Every time he gets in trouble, he uses the excuse "I'm just a puppy!" Really, Scrappy? Really? You're smart enough to think up elaborate "Scrappy Traps", keep Shaggy and Scooby on track, and run whole freaking con jobs with Flim-Flam, but you're not smart enough to realize you can't take the monster in a fist fight? Really?

The rest of you see the discrepancy, right? It's not all in my head?

I genuinely love that Scrappy is literally scrappy. It's great that this little guy™ truly believes he can beat all the big scary monsters in a fight and that his globe-trotting, mystery-solving uncle is a fearless and heroic role model. These are great attributes for a little kid character, but most of the time Scrappy is not filling a little kid role.

Shaggy and Scooby need a "straight man" to bounce off of and once Fred, Velma, and Daphne were dropped from the series, Scrappy is the only one left to fill that role. This is such wasted potential. The point of bringing in a child for Scooby and Shaggy to look after should be to force them to step up, be the adults in a way they normally don't have to, and engage with the story in ways they typically would avoid. But Scrappy only does this part of the time because the rest of the time he's filling in for other characters. For some reason this still continues even after Daphne is reintroduced, with her and Scrappy becoming co-holders of the sacred brain cell. Why? This decision is baffling to me.

Also, he doesn't just act like a mini adult, he acts like a mini human adult. Admittedly, this is a criticism that can be leveled at the Doo family in its entirety. Scooby, I think is mostly okay in that regard, but many of his relatives lean way to close to the human side of the spectrum for it to be funny or comfortable, like, they're fully in Pinkie Cooper territory!

So, if I was going to reinvent Scrappy, I'd put a lot of focus on letting him be a child, not a mini adult, and more specifically making him be more of a puppy. Puppies are adorable, destructive, certified land piranhas. How endearing would it be if Scrappy actually acted like that? What if instead of trying to fist fight all the ghoulies he bit and chewed them instead? Imagine how cute it would be to watch him try to chew a zombie's shoe or latch onto a vampire's cape and through a mouthful of fabric gleefully shout, "I got 'em!"

It would be cute, right?

Overuse

The final problem is just that when he's there, he's always there. For the majority of the 80's Scrappy was a permanent member of the character roster, a status not even Fred or Velma had. The result was just an oversaturation of Scrappy.

If he was ever to be brought back, I think he should be used much more sparingly, just being a recurring character in a few episodes here or there, more like Scooby-Dum is in The Scooby-Doo Show. This makes it less likely that fans will get sick of him and also potentially solve the final problem that's been bugging me about Scrappy; where is his mom?

Ruby-Doo, Scooby's sister and Scrappy's mom, only appeared in a single episode of the Scooby-Doo and Scrappy-Doo series and that was a flashback episode, which begs the questions, Ruby-Doo, Where are You?

Why did she ship off her only child to her brother and let him go on life-threatening adventures? I've pondered this question for many years and so far haven't come up with an answer that isn't weirdly dark for Scooby-Doo. If Scrappy was just around occasionally though it would be a lot easier to say he's visiting Uncle Scooby for the weekend or Shaggy and Scooby are babysitting for a couple of days. Ruby would also be a recurring character in this scenario, and we could see her actually being a part of her son's and brother's lives, which, at this point, is kind of a novel concept!/lh

So, there you go! Those are my thoughts on Scrappy-Doo! I hope you found this an enjoyable read and if you made it this far, thank you!/gen

[llamaisllama777]

TSAMS EPISODE analyzation: Solar is back

Hey, this is a new thing I'm gonna do on here where I analyze and theorize on things that happen in TSBSCU (The Security Breach Show Cinematic Universe). Today's episode: Solar is back.

🎶Guess who's ba... you get it. Solar's back.

Our favorite techie is back and...

He looks just like how he does in thumbnails! 😲 I'm so stinkin' happy! He looks so good! I thought this would translate well in vrchat, BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO LOOK THIS GOOD! Like dang! Props to the modelers and @ayyy-imma-ninja this looks so good! I always did love her designs for Solar. So, Solar wakes up and is obviously confused. One minute, he's home with Sun and Moon getting Thanos-ed by Ruin, and now he's in some strange lab he's never seen before. Thankfully, Solar is a smart guy and decides to try the computer and calls Moon. Now, if I was in Solar's place, I wouldn't be so smart, and I probably would panic and do something dumb like walk out onto the surface of the sun 🙃 Moon comes and picks up Solar and tells him "Oh ya the Moon you knew turned evil and tried to kill our sister also I'm not the Moon you knew, I'm the Moon you use to know."

Moon, give him a minute! He was literally only alive for 2:39 seconds. Moon give him a breather first! Anyways, Solar obviously doesn't believe him cause. Why would anyone believe that someone they've known for so long just went nuts and tried to kill his sister and has been replaced by his oldself.

Moon takes Solar home. Solar reunites with Sun and Jack. Jack yells the loudest, "FATHER!" He can and then runs to him like a golden retriever, and that is so STINKIN' CUTE!

HAPPY FAMILY REUNITED!

Okay, anyways past how cute this is.

Sun breaks it to Solar that...ya.. Moon went bonkers and now goes by Nexus and to kill Earth, and of course Solar doesn't take it well. The Moon he knew. The Moon, who was his friend. The Moon, who was his brother. Turned evil and tried to kill Solar's sister... ya. He's gonna need a few days to recover from that.

Lunar and Earth are gonna be SO HAPPY when they find out Solar's back.

Now, before I get to the theorizing, let's take a look at Solar's new design and some clever design decisions in Solar's design.

Face is now more expressive, and he isn't stuck with a permanent grin, which I didn't have a problem with, but I like how expressive his face is now.

He's got some SKINNY ARMS! Eclipse made him so skinny and I find that hilarious.

There is now a metal plate over where the wires are on the back of Solar's head. Clever! Now, if Solar ever gets into a fight, no one can pull any of the wires on the back of his head for an advantage, which is a major design flaw in Sun and Moon, the robots meant to be around literal children who like to poke and pull everything they touch. Seriously, what stops someone from yanking the wires on the back of their heads and defeating them instantly. Moon pulled one of the plugs on Ruin's head to turn off Ruin's vision, so this was a smart design choice by Eclipse and the modelers and @ayyy-imma-ninja

I guess Eclipse sewed Solar some new pants and ran out of felt. I don't care if that's not what happened. This is what I think happened. THIS IS MY HEADCANON NOW!

Lastly, Eclipse gave him socks, and we all know why AS A FORM OF TORTURE cause everyone knows wet socks are a form of torture. That is my headcanon on why he gave him socks. (That does sound like something he would do just to spite Solar)

And lastly

He sit. I love the body movements on Solar, like the little point he does at his feet is just wonderful I don't know why but I love the little movements they do in this show like Earth's little 👉👈 she does. I love it. It's tiny details like this that makes the show feel more real. You know?

And now on to the theorizing.

Here's what I think will happen next on with Solar's character on TSAMS.

We will inevitably get a Solar confronts Nexus in vrchat episode.

So, I have three ideas on what will happen next

Idea #1 Solar decides to see for himself despite everyones warning and finds away to meet uo Nexus either physically or with holograms of something point is Solar will confront Nexus, and they get it to an argument about what Moon did and Solar will be desperately trying to reason with his brother, asking him to come back and maybe they can fix this whole mess but Nexus will refuse and Solar will leave heartbroken and will tell Nexus as he leaves. "I'm so disappointed in you." To which Nexus will probably have a mental breakdown and may start to regret what he did.

Idea #2 Solar confronts Nexus they get into a whole argument about what Nexus did they fight and as Solar is about to leave Nexus captures Solar and is gonna keep him captive and either use him as bait for Sun and Moon or keep him hostage until he sees things Nexus' way.

Idea #3 they get into a fight, and Nexus, in a fit of rage, kills Solar. <- This is the least likely idea.

Idea #4 Solar decides to stay with Nexus. Not to help him with anything, no. But to keep an eye on him. Make sure Nexus won't hurt the family in any way and maybe to save Nexus from himself. Basically, solar becomes Nexus' Jiminy Cricket, trying to sway Nexus from the side of evil and it may lead to a similar thing to idea #1 or #3

Now, onto the biggest question we still have...

How does Solar being back benefit Dark Sun?

I thought Solar wouldn't actually come back, that the machine would malfunction and release a ton of negative starpower into the world, which would make the Astrals come to earth faster. But instead it actually worked! Solar is back but now how does this help Dark Sun?

Theory #1 Solar coming back will force Nexus deeper into this dark life cause Solar will reject what his brother has become and abandon him and that will cause Nexus to become even worse and go full villain if he wasn't already before.

Theory #2 Solar being back will force Sun out of the family spotlight. Allow me to explain. Solar will have everyone's attention for a while and Sun will probably feel left out cause Earth and Lunar will be spending all their time with him, Jack will want to spend time with Solar now too and he may take Dazzle with him so she can properly meet Solar and Sun will start to feel like he's losing everyone and that all he will have is Moon cause eventually they will all move on. Lunar may die or become a god and have to leave them all, Earth has her own life and stuff she probably wants to do. Maybe she'll start her own daycare away from Fazbear or something, and Dazzle may even "move on" one day leaving just Sun and Moon and I think Solar being back will cause Sun to start having those fears that one day everyone will leave him. Now, I'm not saying Sun doesn't want to be with his brother, but we all know Sun is still dealing with all the trauma Moon inflicted on him and we know one day something or someone will cause Moon to slip and do something that hurts Sun physically or emotionally and this may push Sun into the grasp of Dark Sun. I think whatever Dark Sun is planning involves pushing Sun away from his family and maybe turning Sun into second Dark Sun. Solar may be the catalyst for Sun abandoning his family, like how his death led to Nexus abandoning the family. Hopefully, though, this part of the plan will fail, but seeing as how Dark Sun's plan has been working pretty well so far, I think this part might actually happen.

I hope you all liked this and the theories I came up with. Let me know what you all think.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

heyyyy 😋😋

as promised, i am back with a new halloween idea since the last one was SO STINKIN CUTEEEE

so im thinking RAB tyler x reader at a halloween party! like stereotypical-college halloween-frat-party type scene. (maybe reader and tyler coincidentally showed up in matching costumes lol)

tyler and reader arrived separately, but they both go to Ohio State Uni and have some classes together, so they've seen each other around. which is why they're immediately taking refuge in each other's company the wholee time. theyve both been abandoned by the friends that dragged them to that god forsaken party in the first place, and neither of them are drinking or smoking or anything, and the music sucks.

flirty banter ensuesss

and i know youve been experimenting with smut, SO i'll let you take the reins on this one a bit more.

either tyler and reader forget to leave room for jesus during the party and decide to take refuge in a bedroom together (smirk)

orrr tyler shows reader his music and they go back to his studio together for a cutesy, fluffy, musical bonding moment

can't wait to see how it comes out!!!

take care of yourself!! 🫶🏼

🕸🕸🕸🕸

Ghostbuster - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: None lol - no smut bc i wanted to keep it cute

Word Count: 2019

A/N: I literally cannot wait for this vampire fic i've got planned and this was a great warm up! keep requesting halloween stuff before it's too late!!

It was one of those chaotic nights at Ohio State in October, Halloween parties scattered across campus. But somehow, I found myself at one of the bigger and louder parties–something high school senior me would never have imagined. It was the kind of party where I’d expected to be hanging out with my friends and having a good time. But no one told me that my so-called friends would ditch me the moment they saw a dance floor crowded with zombies and vampires–though I wasn’t too surprised, vampires were the best dancers. 

I stood at the edge of the main room, arms crossed, trying not to visibly cringe at the music blaring old viral hits. The bass rattled my bones, a thudding pulse that did nothing to improve my mood. My favorite holiday was turning out to be a bust despite the amazing modern queen of hearts rocker costume I’d thrown together. I was so proud of it but none of my friends understood the reference.

I was mentally debating whether I could sneak out without anyone noticing when I spotted him. Tyler. I’d seen him around campus and in a couple of my english classes despite campus being big. He was quiet, didn’t talk much, but there was something about him that always intrigued me. Maybe it was the fact that he was always scribbling in that notebook of his, or the way he seemed to get lost in thought even when the professor was droning on about literary theory. He was standing awkwardly by a wall across the room, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. He was dressed as a Ghostbuster, of all things, and somehow the outfit looked just right on him—oversized jumpsuit, clunky proton pack, and a slightly bewildered expression like he’d rather be anywhere else. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Tyler, in his quiet, introverted glory, standing amidst the chaos of a college Halloween party, looked almost comically out of place.

I hesitated, debating whether I should go talk to him. We’d only ever exchanged a few words in class, the typical “do you have the notes?” or “what did you think of that reading?” kind of conversations. But something in me felt drawn to him tonight, maybe because I knew exactly how he felt—trapped in a place where we didn’t belong, surrounded by people who didn’t really see us.

Before I could second-guess myself, I started making my way over, weaving through a mess of slutty witches. When I reached him, he looked up, his brown eyes wide with mild surprise.

“Hey,” I said, trying not to sound as awkward as I felt. “Busting ghosts solo tonight?”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah, you know, it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.”

I laughed, the sound bright and unexpected, even to me. “Well, you’re doing a great job standing guard by this wall. Any ghost sightings yet?”

“Not yet,” he said, leaning back slightly as if relaxing in my presence. “But I’m staying vigilant.”

“Good call.” I tilted my head, giving him an exaggerated once-over. “Love the costume, by the way. You went all out.”

He looked down at himself, shrugging with a bashful smile. “It was either this or going as a sad college student who got dragged to a party he didn’t want to go to .”

I chuckled. “That’s a little too real. Ghostbuster is a better choice.”

“And you’re the, uh, Queen of Hearts?” he asked, his gaze drifting over my costume. “But... cooler. More punk.”

“Exactly!” I said, a grin spreading across my face. “You’re the first person to get that all night.”

He smirked, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have an appreciation for good costumes. And you definitely pull it off.”

“Thanks.” We stood there for a second, just smiling at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. It felt... easy, natural, even though we barely knew each other. And then a thought struck me, and I couldn’t help but blurt it out.

“Hey, this is going to sound crazy, but... want to get out of here?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Like... leave?”

“Yeah.” I gestured around at the rowdy crowd and pulsing lights. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not exactly having the time of my life here. We could— I don’t know, grab a coffee or just go for a walk. Somewhere quieter?”

Tyler hesitated, glancing around as if weighing his options. Then he looked back at me, something softening in his gaze. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s do it.”

A few minutes later, we were outside, the crisp autumn air biting at our skin as we stepped away from the thumping bass of the party. The street was lined with other groups of costumed students milling about, some shouting and laughing, others huddled together in quieter conversations. But for the first time all night, I felt like I could breathe.

Tyler walked beside me, hands shoved into his pockets, the plastic proton pack bouncing lightly against his back. We didn’t say much at first, just strolled aimlessly through the leaf-covered streets, the noise of the party fading behind us. After a few blocks, we found ourselves at a small park tucked away between campus buildings, its winding paths lit by dim streetlights and the faint glow of jack-o’-lanterns set out along the walkway.

“Wow, this place is cute,” I murmured, taking in the rows of glowing pumpkins and the few scattered benches. “Never knew it was here.”

“Me neither,” Tyler said softly, his gaze sweeping over the scene. “I guess we’re both discovering new things tonight.”

We wandered over to a bench near the center, where a particularly intricate pumpkin carving of a haunted house flickered softly. Tyler glanced at it, then looked at me, a curious smile on his lips.

“So, what made you pick the Queen of Hearts? You don’t seem like the ‘off with their heads’ type.”

I laughed, sitting down on the bench and crossing my legs. “It’s more about the aesthetic. I wanted something bold, something that stood out, but with a twist. Plus, I had to wear a crown at some point in my life, right?”

“Right.” He nodded seriously, but his eyes were sparkling with humor. “And you look good in one.”

“Thank you,” I said, tipping my imaginary crown at him. “Now, what about you Mr Buster? I mean, besides the obvious ‘saving the world’ angle.”

He shrugged, settling beside me on the bench. “I like old movies. The classics. Ghostbusters just felt... I don’t know, nostalgic? Plus, I already had the jumpsuit from last year.”

“Recycling costumes?” I teased. “I’m not sure if that’s very ‘heroic’ of you.”

“Heroes have to be practical, too.” He grinned, then looked down at his hands, which were resting on his knees. “Honestly, I just didn’t want to be something flashy. I’m not really a... center-of-attention kind of guy.”

I nodded slowly, understanding more than I expected to. “No, I get that. But still, you came out tonight. That’s more than a lot of people would do.”

“Yeah, well.” He looked up at me, his expression thoughtful. “Maybe it wasn’t a total waste.”

The way he said it, so quietly, made my heart skip a beat. I swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous in a way I hadn’t been before. This was more than just two classmates killing time together. There was something here, something I wanted to explore, even if it scared me a little.

“So, what do you usually do, if not parties?” I asked, shifting the conversation slightly to steady myself.

Tyler leaned back, his gaze turning distant for a moment. “I, uh... I spend a lot of time making music. Writing songs, recording. It’s kind of my escape, I guess.”

I perked up, curiosity sparking. “Really? That’s awesome. I always wondered what you were scribbling in that notebook during class.”

He smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s mostly lyrics. Stuff I don’t really show people.”

“Can I hear some of it?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, but I didn’t want to take it back.

Tyler looked at me, eyes wide, then glanced away, biting his lip. “Maybe. I mean, if you want to. My studio’s not far from here.”

My heart jumped. Studio? “You have a studio?”

“More like a basement with some equipment,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But... yeah. I could show you, if you’re interested.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “I’d love that.”

The “studio” turned out to be in the basement of an off-campus house Tyler shared with a couple of other music majors. The room was small but packed with gear—guitars leaning against the walls, a keyboard set up in one corner, and a laptop surrounded by mics and cables on a desk covered in sheets of scribbled lyrics. It smelled faintly of old books and coffee, and it was a little messy, but it was cozy, too. I could see pieces of Tyler in every corner.

“Sorry, it’s kind of... chaotic,” he said, glancing around with an embarrassed smile.

“I like it,” I said honestly, stepping further inside and taking it all in. “Feels... lived in.”

Tyler relaxed a little, moving over to his computer and opening up a file. The sound filled the small space like magic. Then he glanced up at me, his expression shy but open.

“Mind you this is super rough, and I–”

“It’s good,” I interrupted and he nodded, smiling to himself. 

His voice, soft and warm, filled the room, and the melody wrapped around me like magic. The song was raw, beautiful, and filled with a mix of longing and hope. As he sang, I felt like I was seeing a side of him that no one else had—the real Tyler, not the quiet guy from class.

When the last note faded into the air, I just stared at him, completely speechless.

“That was incredible,” I finally managed, my voice full of awe.

He ducked his head, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

“I did. I definitely did.”

He looked up at me, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. For a moment, we just sat there, grinning at each other. Then, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need filling with words. It felt... nice.

Tyler scratched the back of his neck, glancing at me shyly. “So, um... I know it’s getting kind of late, but... if you don’t want to go back yet, you could stay a bit longer? We could, like, listen to more music or just... hang out?” He hesitated for a beat, then added, “I think it’d be cool to get to know you better.”

My heart did a little flip at the invitation. “I'd love to.”

His smile widened, and then, as if realizing something, he fumbled in his pocket. “Uh, here—let me give you my number, you know, in case... well, you don’t have to leave right away or anything, but just in case.”

I grinned as we exchanged numbers, the moment feeling so sweet and simple, like it was the beginning of something special. I added him on social media too, our phones pinging softly as the connections were made.

As we settled back in, the music softly playing in the background, Tyler glanced over at me, his voice soft. “So... you want to stay the night? I mean, not in a weird way—just, we can keep listening to music and hanging out. No pressure, but... I think it'd be fun.”

My heart warmed at the offer, and I nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

And just like that, what had started as a chaotic, disappointing night turned into one I knew I’d remember forever. Sitting there with Tyler, in his cozy makeshift studio, with the soft hum of music around us, I felt like I’d stumbled into something unexpected and wonderful. And I didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[zimithrus]

Shshdhdh I’m sorry I’m so late AHHH!!! 😂❤️

For the prompt list, I’d love to see Zack & Cloud (platonic or slash!) with #12?? <33 Your writing is always so beautiful!!!

No worries Pris, totally fine!! 💚 I'm a little behind myself answering this so, late tag I'm it?? 🤣

Oh I so do love those two! 🙏 Pris also knowing just what flavor I like at the ice-cream ship-shop! i🍦soft-serve Zakkura coming right up!! (Also tysm I have been struggling and those words were really sweet to hear!!💚💚)

12. Things You Said When You Thought I Was Asleep

Cloud feels a little guilty.

Well, he's not really lying, is he? But he's not exactly being completely truthful either... it seems harmless? Playful even! Even still it doesn't stop a small pang of guilt for pretending...

pretending to be asleep when he isn't, that is.

See, the thing is, Zack's a talker; and that's true even if others are around or not. So you bet that absolutely means he'll speak aloud, fill the silence with sounds of his own. He'll ask himself questions, try to remember something he forgot prior, pace and mutter to himself about upcoming missions or jobs, sing little songs... it's cute, endearing. It's just one of the many things Cloud loves about Zack.

He doesn't do it much, talk aloud to himself; only when he's alone, thinks he's alone, or if he believes others around him to be asleep or not paying attention. So, Cloud started pretending to be asleep at night, just for a little bit of course! No more than 30 minutes maybe?

Tonight is no exception. Yes, yes he still feels guilty for pretending to be asleep, white-lying in a sense. But it both warms and comforts him to hear his partner talk from the kitchen or the living room, ramble on to himself or hum a song as he gets ready for bed himself. This time though, his partner is sitting in bed next to him, reading through a book.

Pretending to be asleep of course, Cloud has no idea what Zack's reading. He picks up fragmented words but never cohesive sentences.

"That would never work....no, surely...? Well what if...? Okay but... Oh, okay no that makes perfect sense... But what if...??..."

Cloud can't help but grin, hearing the whispered inflections of his partner's voice raise and lower. The faint crinkles of the pages turning. The sound of his index finger softly gliding over the paper, a habit to keep his place, Cloud's learned.

He hears the book close, hears Zack shift and set it on the nightstand on his own side of the bed, heave the tiniest little sigh. Cloud can't see beyond closed eyes and his back turned, but he swears he can feel those Mako blues staring at him all the same. It's not long when he feels a hand gently rake through a few of his spikes and he has to fight to keep from smiling or seeming awake.

"I really lucked out with you..." There's such a warmth in his voice, a crinkle of fondness in every word.

Cloud fights the urge to swallow hard and instead shifts ever so slightly, deepening his breath all the same.

Zack hums an endearing little sound. "You're so stinkin' adorable and you don't even know it."

'Don't blush don't blush don't blush'

"I love you so much, Cloud. Sometimes I can't believe you love me back."

A sensation of lips plant against the back of his head and a warmth with the soothing caress of an early summer's day spreads entirely throughout Cloud.

"I really am a lucky guy." A hum, a smile, followed by another kiss, somehow even softer than the first. "Sleep well, sweetheart."

Darkness soon settles when the small lamp switches off. A familiar bulky weight settles right behind Cloud and cuddles up to him like a clingy shadow. He's never felt warmer and move loved.

He can keep pretending; what Zack doesn't know won't hurt him, especially if it's something as small and simple as this...

...But Zack knows and always has.

[druidberries]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

omg there are literally so many! for starters anyone that I follow is an immediate fav <3

@buttertrait - max and I are always bouncing ideas off each other for literally everything 😅 we talk about our ocs a ton and it always inspires me to add more and more lore to their stories! not to mention their sims are so so cute <3

@aurorangen - I started following rory really early on in this blog and her postcard legacy has inspired me SO much! we actually talked about this a while ago but her adding dialogue was what made me get brave enough to! I was super nervous about it being awkward at first and I still am sometimes but I think I'm better about it now 😭

@duusheen - same situation with rory! I started following du really early on and their legacy has been such a huge inspiration to me!! their pictures are always so gorgeous and she really makes me want to experiment more with mine!

@venriliz - her renders are phenomenal and I can only dream of someday being that talented with blender 😭 I've been really wanting to get back into making renders soon, there are so many ideas I've had forever but have been putting off and her renders are really making me want to get back into it

@thebramblewood - shannon's storytelling is just 👩‍🍳💋 her screenshots are always on point and always make me want to get better at taking my own!

@citrlet - shi's sims are so stinkin' cute and their gameplay posts are always edited SO cute 😭I go on and off with adding silly little edits to my posts but theirs definitely inspire me to add them more often to mine!

and again like I said, everyone that I follow inspires me daily, I obviously can't tag all of you so if I didn't here that does NOT mean you don't inspire me! I could never fit you all in one post but just know I love you 🫵