#Light-Hearted

[oatmealdaydreams]

I have my wife (Sanders Sides), and I have my husband (MLP: Highschool Secrets).

Anyway, I got into another webseries with all characters played by one person. I have fanfic ideas already, and I'm only on Episode 3.

[rubeau-art]

What if it was fantasy 80s and we were gay?

[treenissanderssidesstuff]

A Herculean Task

Pairing: Prinxiety

Rating: PG 13 for mild violence and swearing

Complete

Summary: What do you do when you're battling with your feelings? Take it to the imagination and battle them for real of course.

Additional Tags: Reconciliation, Action/Adventure, Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Romance, Mutual Pining, Pining, Light-Hearted, Blood and Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending

“That’s a wrap!” Thomas exclaimed, a big grin on his face as they made just a little more progress towards getting that dang finale out. 

Of course they would.

Of course.

Honestly, after the years they’ve spent working it and re-working it, Roman had nearly reached the point of apathy—being that he didn’t care if it got out or not. He was just a bit burned out on the project and needed something to spark that creative life back into his work. For now, he and Remus and the rest of the sides were just doing their best to follow Thomas’ lead and get the project out as soon as they could manage it. 

Thomas made the timetable of his work, they were just visitors. Quickly enough, the internet star made his exit, leaving the sides to their own devices while he worked on getting  the last shoot wrapped up with his crew. They would only be called back if it was found he needed to quickly re-shoot something before he got out of his costuming.

“Great,” came the slightly throaty tones of the anxious side’s lower pitch. 

The sound was enough for Roman to glance over from the corner of his eye to see Virgil pushing up from his seat on the steps before stretching his plush-covered arms up over his head. The prince couldn’t be blamed when he noticed the way that the hoodie’s hem rode slowly upwards and slipped around his torso, leaving a usually baggy tshirt to hug the curve of his hip. At the sound of a crash, his eyes flicked away again to see Patton trying to do a bit of damage control on the smoking TV, where Remus’ morningstar was currently sticking out of the shattered remains of the once pristine screen. Simultaneously, Janus seemed to be giving some quipped deadpan “advice” on what to do to “control” the chaotic side.

“Now Remus, we don’t throw things in this household,” Patton said gently, with a hand on Remus’ shoulder. Remus just snorted at the fatherly attempt. “And yet—” he gestured towards the morningstar before yanking it out from the cracked, glitching TV screen, only to yeet the weapon across the room a second time. Something crashed in the distance and Roman had to wonder if Remus had set up a convenient vase for this particular purpose or if his brother had just carelessly broken one of the few non-plastic dishes that their human owned. “—Alas, I do.”

Patton looked a little helpless at what to do in the situation while Remus cackled. 

“Want to see it again?!” Remus asked with an excited glint to his tone that made it obvious he was teasing the paternal side.

“No!” Patton exclaimed. 

“No. Stop.” Janus said, staring down at his gloved hand as if he was inspecting his nails. “Remus, that’s terrible. How could you? The injustice.”

“Have you tried dog treats?” Virgil asked, leaning over the banister. “I’ve heard the reinforcement training’s supposed to start early.”

“As if dog treats are worse than some of the things he’s already eaten,” Logan interjected with a scrunch of his nose. “Even recently.”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating leftovers,” Remus defended.

“There is when said leftovers have become their own colony,” Roman replied, remembering the old, moldy mess that Remus had found somehow in the very back corner of the fridge that had somehow been missed in their last clean out. 

“Why waste it?” Remus shrugged. “Free penicillin.”

“With a complimentary gravestone,” Logan replied. 

Roman didn’t know what it was specifically that tickled him, but from Virgil’s place staring down at the lot of them, watching the interactions between everyone made his violet eyes light up until they truly sparkled. There was a tightness in Virgil’s cheek and it made Roman think that he might have been biting the inside of it to keep from laughing. Though, Roman would have preferred if he’d just let himself laugh openly, it was such an alluring chime of a sound when he did. The prince was certain he could listen to Virgil laugh all day, if he ever let himself.

“Nice!” Remus cheered, getting in on the joke and summoning a shovel in his hand that looked suspiciously freshly-used. “I’m ready.”

“Is it still a criminal offense to chuck the whole side six feet down if he’s this ready and willing?” Virgil asked, a full smile cracking out across his face finally as he couldn’t quite hold down the laughter. 

“Better to wait for his own decisions to run their course,” Janus said, winking up at Virgil who gave a little salute in return. 

“Early morning burial it is, Dee,” Virgil replied. 

Janus looked entirely too pleased when Virgil broke, laughter pealing out from the stormy side as he leaned a little more fully on the banister. A plush-covered arm hugged the light wood just to keep himself up. At the same time, Roman found himself reaching for the wall, just to keep himself equally as steady. It was odd but he suddenly found himself feeling a little weak, like he couldn’t quite hold up his own weight; which was silly, considering he was certain he could pick up anyone else in the room and haul them about without breaking a sweat. 

Did he mention the way that Virgil’s entire expression softened just so when he laughed like that?

Roman wanted to reach out and touch him. 

He wanted to paint him. 

He wanted-

“So we have a plan!” Remus cut through Roman’s thoughts, leaving him reeling as he tried to figure out just what plan his brother was taking about.  “Pitterpat, you’re with me~!” 

“Wait-!” The heart could hardly react before Remus threw a glittery, ruffle-clad arm around Patton’s back and they both disappeared in an instant.

Roman would have been worried about whatever it was that the intrusive side was up to, except for the fact that Virgil looked mildly amused, at worst. So it couldn’t be anything too terrible, could it? Or was Virgil still mad at Patton and taking an odd glee out of whatever it was that the fatherly side was about to suffer? A glance at Janus’ unreadable expression and Logan’s impassive one told him nothing, especially since both seemed more interested in looking his way. Janus pretended he wasn’t but Roman could see the way that the deceitful side’s irises flitted to the corner of his eyes, keeping a glance in his direction. Meanwhile Logan just stared outright, seemingly unabashedly scrutinizing him.

Rude.

“Whelp, the sun’s still out, meaning I shouldn’t be,” Virgil said, pushing up from his place to rock back onto his heels, looking ready to leave the lot of them behind and Roman at the mercy of whatever it was that the two scholarly sides were plotting. Though, something made Virgil pause as his eye caught Roman’s. “Don’t forget, Hercules tonight, Ro.”

“Technically the Greek figure was Heracles,“ Logan cut in, but Roman rolled his eyes. He said that every time they mentioned the Disney film. They got it.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” the prince said easily when he caught Virgil’s eye again. Roman gave a little nod and he couldn’t help the tug at the corner of his mouth at the thought of their shared time. The collective movie nights had branched out into all sorts of different things to act as inspiration towards their future videos, but both Roman and Virgil had missed their Disney nights, so the duo had taken things into their own hands and started their own little “Cartoony Tuesdays” as their tradition had become affectionately called by the others.

“Get some rest, Virgil,” Janus said, the tiniest bit of lecture to his tone that had Virgil glancing his way.

“Make me,” Virgil replied, amusement saturating his defiant tone, enough so that it was obvious he wasn’t actually offended by the little push from the deceitful side. A second later he sunk away, leaving just three.

The two prim sides immediately shared some kind of glance that didn’t go unnoticed by Roman, as he tried to figure out what unspoken conversation the pair was having, and just what was being spoken when there weren’t other ears to hear it. Before Roman could question them, Janus was gone, disappearing in an instant and Logan took a big step towards him to closing the gap that separated him from the logical side. Logan held up what appeared to be a crisp, freshly-made note-card, something that contrasted against most of his growing deck. They had started to get little bends and worn edges from Logan’s use and study of modern slang. 

“What’s this?” Roman asked. 

“I believe I’m using this correctly,” Logan said with a little nod as he pressed the card purposefully into Roman’s hand, faced down before sinking away himself. 

Roman was left standing there, feeling dumb-founded as he stared at the card that still smelled distinctly of fresh sharpie. 

It read: ‘You’ve got it bad!’ 

To read the rest go to: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57186205

[taxlecrivain]

very importang information but i am literaly crying literally brought to tears by this hopeful friend

(movies and books: [take more than 1 hour to make me cry]

this one meme: [instant cry])

[corvidiss]

Hate it when I'm upset and it's nobody's fault. It's not my fault it's not my family's fault it's not anyone's it's just messy brain chemicals and helpless circumstance. I wanna be angry but there's nothing to be angry at besides It Just Is and that's not remotely satisfying to anger about

[blackthorn-legion-irl]

m i n t

i hope that's for the ask game and not a threat

[saiikavon]

I am receiving my penance for being a Klance shipper during my vld days. To everyone who was sick to death of seeing it flooding the tag all the time, I feel you. And I deeply apologize.

[sleeplessgreaser]

After Johnny gets out of Juvenile Detention and finally comes back home to Tulsa, he spends some time getting back into the swing of things. His friends have changed a little, and things are different now, but it's not so bad.

A collection of the rewritten, wholesome and lighthearted bits from my fic "I Don't Think He's Ever Seen a Sunset" so that a wider audience can enjoy what I've written. You don't need to have read the original fic in order to understand this one!

[andaxay]

You’re a Sky Full of Stars

"What are you doing up here, anyway?"

"Practising," Fiona mumbled, eyeing the various buttons, dials and handles that made up the console.

"Again? Fi, it's like, two-am." Rhys glanced across at her to see her laser-focused stare pointed at a particularly intimidating button. The two were sitting - well, more lying down, since the ship was parked with its nose pointing toward the sky - facing the metal, grey roof of the warehouse housing said ship. "We got a couple of weeks before we leave, anyway."

"I can't fuck this up," she said quietly.

"And you won't!" Rhys exclaimed with such cheerful enthusiasm that Fiona looked at him in surprise. "Well, until you fall asleep at the wheel. Sleep deprivation is no joke, Fi," he said sagely as Fiona rolled her eyes and looked back at the console.

"Scooter has coffee," she said shortly, shrugging, and Rhys barked out a laugh.

"That motor oil that Scooter calls 'coffee' couldn't even perk up a, uh, someone who's already super perky."

Just a snippet of time between Rhys and Fiona as the group make preparations to fly to Helios. Fiona's just trying to practise driving the caravan spaceship death can, for goodness sake!

Rated T for a couple of f-bombs, one-shot, Rhys/Fiona, 1517 words.

For @rin-bellatrix, who left a lovely comment on one of my fics and brought out this THING in me!

[youngerfrankenstein]

Hot take, but people who always play Elves in RPG’s are more boring than those that play humans.

[september-aster]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Iida Tenya, Sero Hanta Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Established Relationship, Pregnancy, Alternate Universe - Future, Dialogue, Kirimina, Surprises, gender reveal party, unexpected, Drunk Kaminari Denki, Drunkenness, Future Fic, friends - Freeform, Some Swearing, Kaminari is a good bro, Light-Hearted, Grumpy Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Being Bakugou Katsuki, Short, House Party Series: Part 1 of We Are Family Summary:

Kirishima and Mina invited their friends and family to their first Gender Reveal Party where a big surprise happens.

[athousandbyeol]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Midnight Series: Moonlight Chicken พระจันทร์มันไก่ | Moonlight Chicken (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Li Ming/Heart (Moonlight Chicken TV) Characters: Heart (Moonlight Chicken TV), Li Ming (Moonlight Chicken TV) Additional Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Comfort, Intimacy, Attempt at Humor, Light-Hearted, Love Confessions, Hugs, Kisses, Quiet, Peace, Hope, just heart waxing poetry over li ming's beauty Series: Part 5 of for heartliming Summary:

he sways li ming to the rhythm, to the buzzing whispers in his ears, to the orchestra playing in his chest— a love song from heart to li ming. if only he could hear them too. but heart believes it must be beautiful— li ming kisses his chest— his heart. and it halts. only for a brief. before it beats again. 

[cosmichighpriestess]

•𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭•

𝕸𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖜𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍,

Many of you reading this are celebrating your holidays at this time. However you gather, or whether you gather, you are embraced by those of us in the heavens. You are loved beyond measure and treasured, for you are a gift to the universe. Your every loving thought sends ripples to the far reaches of the cosmos. You, dear ones, are the peace in the silent night. You are the miracle of light in a world in turmoil. You are the embodiment of the values that help humanity evolve. You, dear ones, are a gift to Life itself. Receive our love, as we celebrate the gift that you are.

We would love for you to take a little time amidst your holidays to sit and allow the peace of heaven to wash over you. If you can, take a little time to receive the gift of our love. We love to share it. We hold the vision that you will believe and receive all you wish to experience in this life rather than struggling and striving and trying to figure things out. We would love it, dear ones, if you would receive the love that is waiting because just like your holiday season demonstrates – as you give, you receive, and as you receive, you naturally give.

In the stillness of a Silent night, a baby was born in a cave, in a manger. His mother watched in wonder. His father felt a sense of humble awe, trusting that God would guide him. They were young, unmarried, and far from home. Yet in their child's eyes – as in the eyes of all newly born children – they saw the Creator's love. You came into the world, allowing that love to look through your eyes. You, too, are a miracle of love, an embodiment of the light you celebrate. You still have that within you. Sit. Breathe. Receive. Allow us to awaken and bolster that light within so that you can feel the magnitude and miracle of your own being.

In the stillness of a silent night, a tiny bit of oil was lit in the lamp. No one expected it to burn for long. It was cold and dark, and times were dangerous. As the community members again dedicated their temple to the Creator, the light burned long and bright, miraculously so. That light burns within you. Even when you feel you have little left to give to your days – little energy, little time, little money – that light of the Creator is there, ready to burn within you, ready to guide you, prepared to be the beacon inside of you that lights your way. You are not alone dear ones. The light of the Source burns within.

In the stillness of many silent nights, seeds waited in the ground until they sprouted, grew, and gave life. There came a time after nature worked her wonders for the harvest – reaping the first fruits that are a marriage of light and darkness, sun and rain, and nutrients plus waste. Those who celebrate Kwanzaa also celebrate the strength and oneness of the light within.

Dear ones, you are nothing less than an embodiment of the light that creates universes. You are the light present in the child, the lamp, and those first harvest fruits. You are an individual in a human form, but in your depths, you are one with all that is good, pure, and holy.

So no matter what is going on in your world, allow yourself to feel the miracle of light, the harvest of light, and the birth of light by simply sitting quietly on any silent night and realizing that in this love, all is calm, and all is bright.

Blessings to You! We love you so very much.

- The Angels

[moth-mart]

Also funny to me how Light-Hearted could easily just be a woodsy fantasy setting story were it not for the very Plot Relevant Misadventures of Steve & Alex Minecraft

[taxlecrivain]

Once upon a time as a kid, I thought "howdy" was a bad word; and translated into French, it was approximately "salut" (extremely normal word btw, nothing controversial). Then my friend greeted me with "salut" for the first time, and I called her out for her "bad word".

…Who the hell knows why I even thought that 😭 I do remember it being related to this Tom & Jerry scene for whatever reason

—

But who knows what the logic was in that little baby brain 😭

[gardenvariety-jester]

Big thanks to @mwg-drwg for forcing me to read this awful tag!

when u snuggle ur stuffed animals the love gets storred in the stuffing for later and then when u hug them later u feel the love come back out its like a spomge