#I love them dearly your honor

[sigmasoyboy]

tfw the weird kid you pulled out of a basement window turns out to be a bratty stubborn dumbass who refuses to go to the hospital despite the fact he's completely incontinent, there's blood in his urine and he needs to eat ibuprofen like candy to not be doubled over in pain (but you keep him around because it feels so nice to not be alone after all this time)

[🔥Jasper/Egon🔪]

[lepusrufus]

She got a doomed by the narrative quasi-girlfriend now 😌

[justablah56]

Here is your prompt to get you to speak your lovesong-related thoughts aloud! [and also a notice that I may fall asleep very soon and not see them until later if you answer this tonight ehe]

@cookies-over-yonder also asked me abt my lovesong thoughts so I'm just gonna put it all here lmao

ah ok SO !! the first thing you need to know about me is that Terry/Nick/Sparrow is literally everything to me . I have never once mentioned them or drawn them unless you count me having drawn fanart for every 2 person pairing within this throuple lmao - so if this turns into polycule thoughts I'm sorry (I am not) anyways <3 Nick and sparrow ! methinks they are one of the more healthy relationships within the many kiddad ships , but ah . that's not saying much seeing as . the kiddads are . like that . anyways , my hc for how they got together is kinda that Terry set them up in the way that Terry is just the person the majority of the kiddads tell all their shit to , so obv both Nick and sparrow told terry all about their crushes on each other and the entire time terry just sits there like uh huh . oh you don't think he likes you back ? hm . okay . that's a thought . but both of the other two are too invested in lamenting abt their crushes that they absolutely do not sense anything weird about Terry's very obvious and deadpan responses . meanwhile both of them have crushes on Terry 200% and have absolutely talked to each other about how attractive Terry is so both of them assume the other *just* likes Terry and therefore they have no chance . bcs wow I like both of them , but what are even the chances that he likes both of us too ??? bcs they are all so silly stupid and are too busy crushing on not one but *two* of their best friends to notice that literally so is everyone . anyways . Nick and Sparrow . transfem sparrow my beloved , and transmasc Nick is canon (to ME) so t4t for the win <3 anyways , I think when Terry finally gets fed up with being the middle man between the two of them he just brings both of them over by texting both of them that the other has smthin to tell them . bcs it'd be silly . followed immediately by them both then being like wait Terry come back . now we both have smthin to tell *you* . anyways . Nick and Sparrow are just very soft w each other (until they're not if ya know what I mean) but I think Nick when hes w sparrow just becomes the most romantic guy to ever exist bcs hes realized that sparrow loves all those silly little romantic things like Nick gets her flowers all the time bcs he can see her face light up as she goes to find a vase . he sees her blush and grin fondly at him when he holds the door open for her . he loves the way she pulls him into her lap and kisses his face when he gets her a new dress to match the button up he just got . just cute shit like that . also I think (obv) that sparrow is v big on showing love via physical affection , esp with Nick , partly bcs he's her partner and partly just because of how flustered it makes him , no matter how small the touch . she could just casually grab his hand while they're walking somewhere and Nick will just immediately look up at her like 😳 anyways running out of rail on this extended train of thought and don't know what to keep talking abt so that's all folks until someone asks me abt them again sndnndmd

[rainybraindays]

Prudence: don't be talking shit about the dead

Mercy and Grace: of course of course

M& G the moment Prus out of the room: first of all, hes not dead, so jot that down

[smallestapplin]

LOOK AT ‘EM AAAAAAAA 🥰🥰🥰🥰

gifts I made!

From top left to right, then down left to right:

Saros and the Webbs (Saros belongs to @smallestapplin)

Kes x Pecha (Kes belongs to @wardenswateringhole)

Maid Edison (Requested by @cupcakestreets)

Curly x @bumblehoneybee’s oc

Pecha x Cleo ( @astererer’s oc)

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Ah yes, Sonic "I don't like physical affection much but when it comes to my brother I have no concept of personal space" the Hedgehog

[ballad-of-the-lamb]

Hi mr lamb, how about you give us a "baaa🐑"

you gotta earn the baaa.

[sirshankss]

I love them so much might explode later

[sau-cen]

Thinking abt this moment from the petit eva game…

[thenorthblues]

Contrary to popular belief, Shachi didn't grow up with the flowery language he uses on his fellow crewmates. His and Penguin's lives were an absolute mess of survival and struggle, any sweet words only kept between the two of them in moments of desperate reassurance and moments of comfort. It was hard to be optimistic in a time like that, much less affectionate. But they tried their best with each other, and eventually that spread to their now-captain and other close friend Bepo. Law and Bepo had really saved them back then, dragged them kicking and screaming from that bitter path they were on.

Nowadays, HSachi made sure to be quite loud about his affections for his crew, his family. And Ikkaku was no exception. It wasn't hard to tell she wasn't used to this type of thing, fighting him and deflecting any chance she got. But he'd be damned if he didn't let her know he cared, even if it was obnoxious and annoying. No one would feel as alone as he and Penguin did, not on his watch.

"First of all," he starts, mock offense in his voice as he holds out a finger. "it's Sora, Warrior of the Sea. Get it right. And second!" He holds up another finger, grin back on his lips. "You tellin' me my quirks aren't charming and endearing~?" This time he strikes something llike a pose, chin between his outstreched thumb and forefinger and in a slight lean, one knee bent and the other outstreched at an angle.

At the mention of parts, Shachi stands up straight, chin still between his thumb and forefinger as he hums, tilting slightly at the waist in thought. "Hmm, yeah I remember making a note about it, but thats not surprising. It's cool being so advanced and all, but man is it an expensive pain in the ass sometimes..." Not that he was particularly upset about, but it did mean having a million and one workarounds until they could find parts. Or worse yet, having to get something custom made. Yeesh...

The sigh brings him out of his thoughts, and the engineer's next words had his eyebrows raising to his hairline in surprise. "Oh!" He says, arms crossing over his chest loosely. "I mean yeah! I guess I also don't have many people to talk about it with either. At least, not really anyone who gets it. Unless you count Pen." Sensing this is gonna be a long chat, he takes a seat on a dry part of the deck, leaning against the railing and patting the space beside him. "Pop a squat, I figure this is'll be better if we're sittin'."

The kicks might not have been particularly hard - at least, not as hard as she'd kick an enemy - but they did the trick, getting the wet hybrid to release her. Not that getting playfully manhandled by Shachi was all that bad. It was just unexpected. It still surprised her to receive such overt displays of affection and playful teasing from her fellow Hearts. Back home, she'd been ostracized and isolated. She saw other people being affectionate. Her brothers would playfully wrestle and joke, parents would hug their kids, friends would embrace and even strangers would shake hands in greeting.

Ikkaku never got that. Not from anyone but her grandparents until Law arrived to whisk her away from that awful place. So to be touched with affection, even if it resulted in her clothes being soaked, wasn't all bad. It was just something she wasn't used to yet, still on the defensive. But she was getting better with it.

Wringing out the hem of her soaked tank top, she snorted at Shachi's proclamation that he was talking about her being a fair maiden. That was also something she needed to get used to. Oh, she'd been catcalled back home, and objectified and harassed, and she knew she was attractive. But "maiden of the sea" and other flowery statements? Yeah, that she definitely didn't buy.

"I'm not saying you'd mistreat a mermaid - I'm saying you'd annoy her to tears," she stated, reaching up to flick his forehead playfully. Giving affection was much easier for her than receiving it. "You'd probably spend hours telling her about the backstory of that Sora comic you and the guys are all obsessed with."

Of course, he took her denial seriously and was concerned about the Tang. Which was fair. The ship was their home, and as head engineer, she was the person who would know if something was wrong. "The Tang's fine. Could maybe use a few minor new parts, but nothing I can't make work until we get to a port that's got them. The last one didn't have the right size available." That was the hard thing about sailing such an advanced ship - the parts they needed weren't always in stock and were expensive when they were. But Ikkaku had learned how to keep things going smoothly until the parts could be found ad stock up when they were. They'd be fine.

Shaking her head, she sighed. "Alright, fine, I guess...ok, there's something I need to talk to you about. Mostly because I don't really have a lot of people I can talk about it with. It's about being part Fishman. Well, mermaid in my case, but similar enough, I think. If you're ok with talking about that stuff?"

[sapphic--kiwi]

fast food on a second (official) date at sunset 💙🤎

my finished piece for @tohmirageandmischief !! the full zine is out and completely free to download 💜 lots of talented artists and writers contributed and i recommend checking it out!

[spaceratprodigy]

✨💖 Cybill and Iris 💖✨

@grimreapersbutt — bestie, my love, my darling, can I offer you the sweetie dearests in these trying times

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[palilious]

Haven you can't call your bf gay that's not how you flirt

[necrotic-nephilim]

Even if they’re similar ages Jason hanging around stephs house just being awkward yet casual but bc I’m Jason headed he would do something *nice* and Steph, the best, is like okay buuuut it doesn’t matter that you’re being kind to my mom while she’a obliterated (and Steph feels protective but also embarrassed of her but Jason was kind) because you’re still doing bad things and working for a bad guy. I’m just rolling around in it like the feeling of going to someone’s house and being left there with someone you don’t know who lives there

(based on this post) YES YES you get it, i think it makes it so fun! bc Steph's primary concern is her mother, and she's also almost sensitive about her living situation and who her father is. she'd be so stressed about a stranger around who could judge and scrutinize all the little details she can't control. especially bc, she's not going to trust *anyone* who works with or for her dad. while other ppl may see him as an almost dismissable threat, she's been up close and personal with all his crimes so she doesn't like when others diminish him. so for Jason viewing Cluemaster as a "lower villain" to compromise his morals for, is almost insulting to Steph. at first. she doesn't care about his sob story (even if she does deeply relate) or the logical reasoning he has for this. she's angry he's associating with her dad in the first place. and now she has to deal with him in her house constantly, "protecting" her as if she can't do so herself. (even more so, the humiliation that her dad felt the need to hire someone but didn't put enough effort into hiring someone *actually* dangerous, bc is she supposed to believe this scrawny teenage street kid is her new bodyguard? he's practically her age.) her whole life is cracked open for a stranger working for her dad. i think it could be a fun "enemies to lovers" sort of vibe, where it takes a good while of forced proximity before Steph really starts to understand Jason.

esp bc Jason rarely feels like explaining himself, he's closed off and doesn't think he owes strangers explanations for why he does what he does. i think it'd be fun if it would be a very slow, awkward relationship that has a deep foundation of mistrust and hatred for a while. neither of them enjoy this forced vulnerability and sure Jason's not doing the questionable stuff like punching cops or moving weapons now, but somehow this almost feels uncomfortably worse bc it's more personal. he actually has to exist around people he can't fight his way out of being around. he knows he's invading. it feels better morally but it's not something he's enjoying to any capacity, esp when he feels like Steph has her points in hating him. and everytime he's forced to actually protect her from real danger, it's that fun sort of cliche of "oh shit i care A Lot More about the idea of you getting hurt then i thought i did, wtf is up with that" and i think that's how they'd finally bond, through those shaky moments where their lives get threatened and Steph sees how far Jason will go to save her.

[chocolix76]

I had to write this after seeing this post earlier today. Just a little drabble if Bloodmoon and KC lived together and KC cooked the wild animals that Bloodmoon killed for him. It's been a very long time since I've written something intended to be wholesome

Warning for almost drowning

Word count: 2,004

@madcatdaderpydrawer-blog (sorry for the mention but I thought you might want to see this)

The sun was beginning to set beyond the top of the trees beyond where the trailer was parked, casting a golden glow through the open window into the kitchen where KC stood, tapping his fingers against the edge of the empty sink. Evidence of his hard work had long since been cleaned away, stained pots placed neatly in their respective cupboards. All that remained of his days worth of cooking were the tupperware containers sitting on the table behind him, filling the air with a pleasant aroma that he thought made the trailer feel more like home.

KC had been leaning over the sink for a little over an hour, staring through the small window at the trees beyond the clearing where he had parked his trailer for a semi-permanent place to live. The clearing was bare with the exception of the fireplace he had built for Bloodmoon to keep them entertained at night. Though it filled him with a parental stress to watch as Bloodmoon poked and prodded the burning flame with a stick or skewered a freshly slaughtered squirrel and hanging it precariously over the open flame, anxious that Bloodmoon would move the wrong way and their cape would burst into flame, KC was glad to keep them entertained in anyway he could.

Half a year and come and gone since Sun and Moon had knocked on the trailer door and practically handed Bloodmoon over to him. KC remembered that day as if it were yesterday, still holding a spoon in his hand as he opened the door, dripping half cooked soup onto the welcome mat. Sun and Moon had the slightly smaller animatronic practically in a chokehold, Bloodmoon thrashing in an unsuccessful attempt to break free. In rambling tones that were practically lost to the harsh winds outside, Sun and Moon had explained that they were trusting him to try and transition Bloodmoon from slaughtering countless innocent humans to killing animals. It was clear from the agitation in their eyes and the exhausted hunch of their posture that they didn’t have the energy to do it themselves.

Any emotions KC had felt in that moment were lost with time, but he did remember staring down at the thrashing animatronic, his sons, on his doorstep and feeling obligated to let them in and teach him everything he had discovered about the beauty of life. The moment Bloodmoon was relinquished from their care, the celestial twins took off, leaving KC alone in his trailer with the son he had long presumed dead. It was a strange feeling, watching as they stared at him with contempt and hurled insults at him that left bruises on his soul but nevertheless, he wasn’t going to give up on them. Not after they had been misunderstood time and time again. If anyone was going to understand his sons, it would be him.

Progress had been far from swift, often feeling anger surge through his body as Bloodmoon showed up at the trailer once again, covered in blood that was most definitely not from an animal. Despite the anger and frustration of Bloodmoon once again giving into his urges, KC would clean them off and gently remind them of the reason why they were living with him in the first place. KC knew that yelling would cause more harm than good. However, he always left out one detail whenever he had to scold them. He refused to let Bloodmoon know that the celestial twins had placed a time limit where if his son couldn’t control their violent urges, Moon wasn’t going to hesitate to kill them.

Absentmindedly wandering to the little room they shared at the far end of the trailer, KC gently smoothing out the bed sheets on Bloodmoon’s side of the room. Somehow, every morning the sheets would come undone from where KC had neatly tucked them the day before, ending up in a heap on the floor. Fixing it was never a bother to him. In fact, KC enjoyed having a nice little laugh to himself as he tucked the sheets back into their proper places, knowing that he now had a permanent roommate. His son. Moon’s deadline was met just in the nick of time and Bloodmoon’s life was mercifully spared.

As the golden light began to fade into the darkness of night, KC returned to his spot in front of the window, resting his head against the palm of his hand, anxiety growing in his chest as he waited for Bloodmoon to return, dead animal in hand. Bloodmoon wasn’t at the firepit  poking at a roaring fire or running around in the forest, chasing after a squirrel or perhaps even a deer.

 With their curfew rapidly approaching, KC felt the urge to run through the forest shouting their name until they showed up, safe at home once more. However, he promised his sons some freedom and searching for them before they were past their curfew would be violating their independence. Despite that, KC’s urge to find them and sit them at the kitchen table while they squirmed in their seats, impatiently waiting for the soup that contained their hunt of the day didn’t diminish in the slightest. 

After a few minutes, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of something thrashing around in the pond nearby the trailer. It could have been anything ranging from an animal that had unwillingly fallen into the pond to a fish fighting for its life, but KC’s mind immediately went to Bloodmoon falling in or jumping in on their own accord, grasping wildly for something to save them without luck. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, KC dashed out of the trailer, his optics adjusting quickly to the falling darkness but not quick enough for him to make out the shape of whatever was thrashing around in the pond. What gave away the struggling individual was their guttural cries as they tried unsuccessfully to tread water, grasping for land which was just out of reach. KC’s metaphorical heart sank as he saw his sons fighting to keep their head above water, not wanting to be taken captive to a watery grave. The moment their head was submerged, death at the bottom of the pond was imminent.

Not wasting a moment, KC waded into the pond, icy water soaking his pantaloons up to the knees, reaching above his waist as he approached his sons as quickly as possible. Reaching his arms out, he grasped their thrashing frame, pressing their body against his chest and feeling their body still the moment they were held in familiar arms. Two clawed hands slowly wrapped around KC’s thin neck as he made his way out of the pond, carrying them back to the trailer where they would be safe and warm. It wasn’t until they were safely inside the trailer that KC placed Bloodmoon back onto dry land, his permanent grin growing as he saw the dead fish still clasped in their jaws. 

“Are you okay? Is something damaged?” KC asked, concern dripping from his voice as he checked Bloodmoon from top to bottom for any signs of damaged wiring or any other possible injuries from their hunt. “You poor thing, you are soaked! Let me get you dried off… You both scared me half to death!”

Bloodmoon made a grumbling sound, allowing the fish to be pried from their jaws and placed onto the cutting board in the kitchen for temporary storage, creating an ever growing puddle on the floor where they stood. In no time at all, KC returned with a towel, eyeing Bloodmoon’s soaked clothes and making a soft tutting noise in his voicebox. 

“This will not do. I know you are going to hate me for this, but I will need you to take your clothes off,” KC said, fighting back a laugh at the horrified look Bloodmoon gave him. “Do not look at me like that, there is no point in me drying you off if your clothes are still sopping wet. I will get you something more comfortable until they dry off. Once they are clean, you can have them back.”

KC stepped back, averting his gaze as parental love swelled in his chest at the disgruntled grumbling and complaining that Bloodmoon made as they reluctantly took off their clothes so they could be dried off. Despite their childish nature and their habit of getting into trouble, KC felt that the twins being brought to his doorstep was the best thing to ever happen to him. His favorite part of the day was watching Bloodmoon bound through the backyard, freshly hunted animal in hand, excited to show him what they had killed and relive long-winded tales of how they had slaughtered it. 

“We are ready,” Bloodmoon grunted, standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, clothes laying in a heap on the floor. Their voices were brought down to nothing more than a mere whisper as they hesitantly added, “thank you.”

“Of course,” KC replied brightly, kneeling down in front of Bloodmoon and gently patting them down with a towel. He was aware of how they shifted their attention from the towel to KC, leaning into his warm touch as the remnants of their pond mishap were dried away. “Once I am done cleaning you off, I will cook the fish you brought back for dinner. You gave me quite the scare but I am very proud of you both, do you understand that?”

Bloodmoon only made a grunt in response that KC took as a yes. Once he had dried the last of the water, KC carried the towel back into the bathroom before grabbing a new pair of clothes for the twins. It was a red bathrobe that he had been given at the soup kitchen and would be less than ideal for Bloodmoon, but it would have to do until their original clothes were cleaned and dried off. After lots of struggling and complaints from the twins, KC managed to get them into the bathrobe.

“Now that you are both safe and dry, there has to be some punishment for your little stunt,” KC stated, turning his attention away from Bloodmoon as he began to cut up the fish and prepare dinner. “Tomorrow morning, you are not allowed to leave the trailer until an hour after sunrise, got it? I am very happy that you are okay, but I am going to keep an eye on you for a bit to make sure it does not happen again.”

Immediately after their punishment was set in stone, Bloodmoon flopped to the ground at KC’s feet, the animatronic pressing their face against the trailer floor. KC let out an amused huff as he stepped around them to grab a pot to place the fish in once he was finished cutting it. It had only taken a few weeks of living with Bloodmoon to realize that it was best not to pay them any mind if they had a temper tantrum. Paying attention to them only caused them to complain and whine louder.

“Our father dares imprison us!” Bloodmoon cried, their voice still as loud as ever even when muffled by the floor. “He’s never going to let us see the light of day again, enslaving us in this stupid trailer! He’s going to let us starve! Awful father, he is.”

KC simply laughed to himself at Bloodmoon’s over dramatic nature, continuing to step over them as needed. It was only when the pleasant aroma of the fish soup on the stove began to waft through the trailer that the twins were silenced, sitting attentively at KC’s feet and waiting impatiently for their hunt to be turned into a delicious meal. Sure, Bloodmoon often gave him the robot equivalent of a heart attack with their impulsive nature, but KC wouldn’t trade moments like these for the world. As he had promised to Bloodmoon half a year ago, KC would care for them forever and always. 

[rockhousejai]

Wanted to experiment with colors a bit, I think it came out pretty cool

They are married your honor