#I’m not good at nicknames

[jadetheblueartist]

This is for youuuu :}

And also a question!! Y'know how each of the rise turtles have more specific nicknames for each other? Like Donnie calls Leo "nardo", Leo calls Mikey "Miguel", etc

What do you think the boys would nickname Frida (and vice versa) after she's officially in the family?

AHHHHHHH THE MID SIBS TRIOOOOO

I love this so much plum

And that is a very good question hahaha Frida seems to be a tricky nicknaming name (so if you got any ideas I’d welcome them)

I think especially at first she would be very set on just being called Frida and calling everyone by their full names (Leonardo, Donatello, and so on and so forth) but eventually she’d loosen up. She wouldn’t openly say it but the fact that she got a nickname would make her happy since it’s a new thing for her.

As for what she would be called, Fritos ( 😉@nyaboshi) comes to mind as a nickname from Leo. I’ve imagined him trying to come up with something first and just kinda coming up with nothing, then having a brain storming session where he gets a huge list of possibilities that he just tries out and they are all so so dumb. Can’t give examples yet but just imagine really dumb nicknames hahaha

Idk who (might just be shelldon) but someone needs to call her Friday bc my darn phone autocorrects to that all the time and it makes me so angry.

Various non specific nicknames could include Rida, Ida, Riri, and whatever else I can randomly come up with hahaha

Oh and perhaps Friedborg

[chloesimaginationthings]

Shout out to FNAF phone guy finally getting a name!

[desperateneedforviagra]

Many fictional relationships have cute nicknames, silly little jokes between them other don’t know about. It’s such a classic troupe. But I will constantly be obnoxiously obsessed with Crowley calling Aziraphale ‘Angel’. It’s adorable on so many levels, it’s literal, he IS an angel by definition and design he is and will always be an angel, whether god chooses to keep him one or not. Calling him angel has history for them, it started as almost an insult? From Crowley, now it’s what he calls him out of instinct because he knows in his heart he is an Angel. I can not explain the joy I get when I hear Aziraphale called angel. Crowleys idea of Aziraphale is that he is perfect, an angel by all definitions, he imagines him as the sweetest most heroic man he’s ever met, so for him Aziraphale will simply always be ‘Angel’. His Angel.

[driftingballoons]

Rude to him

[avirael]

Sparing you the direct side by side comparison here but I really think Nhagi’ra has a bit of Flynn Rider energy, as in he’s a charming but kind idiot. Maybe a little more silly/clumsy than Flynn 🤭

Imagine him just walking by and seeing a woman attacked by some monster. Of course he heroically rushes to her help just that he slips/trips, falls down down a ravine or something and breaks his leg.

Meanwhile said woman (who can absolutely save herself) chases away the monster on her own and finds him stuck and whining.

Still he immediately puts on his most self-assured, charming face to impress her, which pathetically fails of course.

I Imagine it goes like this:

“Can you walk?”

“Of course I ca- Aaaah! - No! No, I can’t…”

“Alright, let me help you…”

[savvylittlecoxswain]

Have these TBITB Hockey AU nicknames I have just sitting in my drafts for literally no reason

Head Coach Al Ulbrickson

Ulby

Big Al

Bricksy

Coach or Ulbrickson (by the boys)

Assistant Coach Tom Bolles

Bollesy

Coach

Equipment Manager and unofficial Assistant Coach George Pocock

Pocock (probably literally just that)

Bobby Moch

Mochsy (pronounced like Moxie)

Bubs

Don Hume

Humesy

Donnie Boy

Joe Rantz

Rantzy

George “Shorty” Hunt

Shorty

Hunter

Jim “Stub” McMillan

Stub

Milly

Mc (pronounced Mick)

McMilly

John White

Johnny

Whiter (pronounced Whit-er)

J-Dubs (idk??? I’m struggling)

Gordy Adam

Gordo

Gord

Chuck Day

Dayzee (like Daisy)

Chucky

Roger Morris

Mo

[mothfables]

Legend + Ravio Nicknames for Each Other

i’ve noticed that Ravio tends to use a lot of nicknames/pet names for Legend, while Legend rarely if ever uses them for Ravio in my fics. i have a written list of what they each use, and i thought i’d put it here. enjoy!

Legend: Ravi, Rav, Ravi-bunny, Ravi-bun

Ravio: Mr. Hero, bunny, bun, honeybee, bee, dear, sweetheart, baby, darling, love

[sailor-aviator]

Lmao????

Don’t read it then??

It’s literally fiction, my guy. I wasn’t exactly going for complete historical accuracy, and why are you looking for that in fanfiction??

Like the AUDACITY of some people is astounding. Do you think if I was writing for real it would be in 2nd person with y/n? What?

Fuck outta here with that bullshit. Idk why you felt the need to actually comment something except to be mean.

[fierykitten2]

I may actually need Pokémon Sleep. These are adorable

[independent-fics]

I don’t know if I ever realized Tara called Eliot “Sparky” in “The Maltese Falcon Job” too.

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Your blog has caused me to only refer to Whislash as Horsepussy. Thank you for your service?

Good! Im glad I could have a positive impact on the tumblr Arknights community

[rotomartsblog]

Monster high OCs!!1!

[vintage-brass-tc]

he called a girl “sweetheart” because she’s a doll and he couldn’t hear what she said… he asked her delicately, “what was that, sweetheart?” and part of me wanted to die upon hearing it

[unknownarmageddon]

Said this in a post, but Kross having a dogfight (the airplane kind)

AUGH i keep forgetting to answer this but you’re so so right this is the realest actually

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 19, flower bouquet

This might be psychological too but I honestly didn’t know what the prompt meant when it said that. Kind of broad you know? Anyways TCOD TIME! This is before the first arc of the story of course, a short but more wholesome one. Kinda. I love Maria (Link’s grandma)

I haven’t updated it in a while but you can read what I have so far at @thecurseofdemisecomic :) I could use the support

Warnings: mentions of family death.

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It was a hard day for Maria, as it always was every year. Every morning she would wake up and get started with her day, tending to her cows, tending to her gardens, and making sure her grandchildren got their chores finished. But this morning was different, it was the only day when Maria didn’t worry about being so strict with the chores. She still did them of course, but she was more lenient about it with her grandkids, since today was the anniversary of when she lost a son and a daughter-in-law.

The memory still haunted her. She was training Linkle on how to use her crossbow since she was so insistent on learning, wanting nothing more than to follow her grandmother in her footsteps, when she heard San curse under his breath. She remembered when she looked to see what was wrong, she saw her oldest son, Taril, laying on the ground with Link and Aryll crying. She and San did everything for him, trying to keep him alive, trying to get a doctor to their small secluded farm. But with the doctors overwhelmed due to a large scale monster attack, no one came, and Taril succumbed to his injuries. Monna, his wife, wasn’t with him, and Maria soon discovered that she died trying to buy Link and Taril time to get away. Thankfully, Link and Aryll were fine, but the children were scarred from such a traumatic event.

Maria thought that losing her husband was hard. Having him say goodbye to her and her sons and then never returning, having to raise her boys when they were still teenagers on her own despite not being the primary caretaker for them, having to retire early from the army just so she can be with her sons, it was hard. And the pain of losing her husband returned when she lost her own boy, but it was almost unbearable. She should’ve been the one to go, she should’ve been the one to have lost her life. She was growing old, she didn’t need to live the limited time she had left. Taril and Monna had young children, the youngest barely being a year old. They had so much to live for. And knowing what they could’ve had was painful to bear. No parent should ever have to bury her child, but it was something she had to do. She only wished that she could’ve buried Monna as well, so she and Taril could be together physically, even in death.

Maria didn’t have a strong relationship with her grandchildren, save for Linkle who idolized her, but she had to become the caretaker for the kids who lost their parents, and she had to break through the wall that was between her and Link.

Link had watched his father die right in front of him, he had heard his mother’s cries as she was murdered by Lizalfos, so getting through to him was a challenge for Maria. San had tried, but he was never particularly good with children. Linkle had tried, and she was much more successful than Maria and San, but she herself was still recovering from losing her parents as well. It wasn’t fair to put such a weight on her young shoulders. As time went on, Maria grew to understand Link more, and the family grew closer than ever, but she still felt herself more distant from Link than with Linkle.

Slowly over time, the wounds healed, and though they scarred, they didn’t hurt as much as they used to. A couple of days after Link and Linkle’s sixteenth birthday, the hardest day of their lives came by, and it was quiet on the farm as Maria slowly tended to the animals, ignoring the dull pain in her heart over the loss of her son and daughter-in-law. When she went to return to her house however, she saw someone by the graves that honored Taril and Monna’s life. It was Link, and he was standing there silently with a bouquet in his hands. Maria walked up to him, curious at what he was doing alone, and stared at the tombstones.

“Hi grandma,” Link said quietly, clutching the bouquet of flowers tighter.

“Hello my dear, how have you been this fine morning?”

Link looked at her and forced a smile. “I’ve been good.” Maria tilted her head and Link’s smile disappeared. “I… I suppose I’ve been better.”

Maria smiled slightly and wrapped her arm around him, giving him a side hug. Link leaned into the hug and rested his head on her shoulder.

“I miss them,” he whimpered, his voice wavering uncontrollably as he tried not to cry. Maria only closed her eyes and hugged him tighter.

“I miss them too, my dear.”

“I wonder if they’re proud of me. I—I’ve been trying to take care of Aryll and Linkle, and Epona too of course but… I wonder if they think I’ve been doing a good job.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Maria ran her hands through his strawberry-blonde hair, twirling the ends around her finger. “You’ve been doing a wonderful job. Aryll loves you so much, you’re a wonderful brother to her. And you and Linkle are best friends, I can’t ever seem to separate you two.” Maria chuckled as Link giggled slightly, and she playfully ruffled his hair. “And you treat that horse with the utmost respect and care I have ever seen. I’m sure your parents would be very proud of you.”

Link’s smile stayed as he stared at the tombstones, his head never leaving her shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking,” he started, pursing his lips, “I want to rebuild dad’s old horse farm, and raise horses just like he did.”

Maria raised her eyebrows, surprised that he told her such a thing. He normally confided in Linkle about his future and hopes and dreams. For him to share this with Maria, it was an honor to her.

“Why, I think that’s a wonderful path to take, my dear. You share your father’s love for horses, that’s for sure.”

“…yeah,” Link smiled fondly at the tombstones, but his grip on the bouquet tightened, and he bit his lip as tears started to pour out of his eyes. Maria didn’t say anything when he let out a sob, she just held him, trying not to cry herself. After a moment of Link crying silently, she nudged him forward.

“Let’s put the flowers down, shall we?”

Link nodded and he and Maria walked closer to the tombstones, setting the bouquet down next to one other, belonging to Linkle and Aryll she presumed. Maria stood up when the flowers were put down, but Link lingered, tracing his fingers along the words on the tombstone. Finally, he stood back up as well and walked over to Maria, his eyes puffy, his cheeks rosy, and his nose runny. Maria gave him a smile and cupped his cheeks, kissing him on the forehead. Link leaned into her, and Maria pulled him into a hug. The two stood there for a while holding each other, the only sound was Link’s silent cries and whimpering. Maria could feel her shoulder growing damp from his tears, but she didn’t care. She rubbed circles in Link’s back, and she even shed a few tears as well. After a long moment of crying, Maria pulled away, but still kept an arm around his shoulder.

“Let’s go back to the house alright? I can make you and your sisters a little treat. How does that sound?”

Link sniffed and smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Ok…” he muttered, and the two walked away from the graves back to the house. Yes it was a hard day for the family, a harsh reminder of what had happened. But the closer Maria felt to her grandchildren, the easier the day became. She may have lost her children, but she had her grandchildren, and she thanked the goddesses for that blessing.

[andwhitherthen]

I think part of the reason why I’m enjoying Psych so much is that it reminds me of those “Top Secret Adventures” that were put out by Highlights magazine.

They were like, this two year or almost two year subscription service in the 90s/early 2000s for kids, where you’d get a new “case file” every month, set in a different country. And the purpose was to teach you about geography and a bit about the culture and history of these countries, because to solve the puzzles in the workbook, you’d have to read the little informational book on the country (or at least flip through it for answers.)

And you’d have to pay attention to your “suspects” too, of course, which came like little paper trading cards with their (usually pun-ny) names and some information on them. Then you’d combine that with the hints in your workbook at the “crime scenes”

It was all very goofy and fun, and while the majority of it had to deal with thievery and not like, murder, I’m pretty sure, but similar vibes, since Psych itself is mostly a very lighthearted, goofy show?

(Also I really liked playing Clue as a kid, which probably fits into it somewhere.)