#My fave dork

[algodon-candi]

He probably picked it since it reminded him of her

[minuitdanslalune]

Natsu and Lucy doodles

[m4rs-ex3]

rayllum blueprint

[fujimousee]

@sanusoweek sanuso week day 4 : reality tv (...click 4 quality 😞)

[polarisjisung]

[chipthekeeper]

Sad but sort of fitting that they are literally not on the same page in this book. But I’m glad to finally see them explicitly said to be girlfriends

[foursaints]

I have Lily thoughts:

Listening to boygenius and the lyrics "always an angel never a god" stuck out to me. It feels immensely Lily-coded. I characterize her as always being put on a pedestal and being compared to an angel, treated like a porcelain doll. She hates it, but it's the role she's been given and can't change it, so she copes.

BUT. BUT. Barty????? Ooohhhhhh Barty would see her as a god and treat her as such. He would pray on the ground she walks on. He would call her a goddess, kneeling before her and calling her a god. I could see her getting drunk on power sometimes.

He would never call her an angel. Maybe mockingly, but Evan is his angel. This is my Bartylily Bible.

hm.. i totally agree about the boygenius lyrics but i actually feel the opposite way about bartylily! i agree that lily has spent the majority of her life being put on a pedestal in that way, whether she's made out to be The Brightest Witch or someone's Dream Girl, like you said.

bartylily is so special to me because i don't think barty sees her as an angel OR a god, he's the one person who just sees her as a regular fucking person! barty isn't the type to idolize people, especially not anyone as normative & successful & palatable as lily. he thinks she's a fucking dork!! and an annoying hard-ass, and bossy, and he's not afraid to point this out and make fun of her. he likes that she actually has flaws— it's his favorite thing about her.

when someone calls lily perfect, barty rolls his eyes and laughs in their face. and that's exactly what lily would find compelling about him... to me, barty is sarcastically swooning and going "oh lily, you're like a goddess... promise you'll go out with me if I get the quaffle for you?" while she swats at his arm and goes "STOP IT, barty, seriously, you're awful, potter's not THAT bad—" but she's laughing at it, too.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝…? ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟷: 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙴˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 💗)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟽𝟿𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢….𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 ��𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 *𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎*

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚢𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙼𝙶‼️‼️‼️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Dreams were one thing. 

Mikey loved dreams. 

He adored dreams in fact. 

It was…his escape from reality; sort of like drawing in a sense. Except, when he dreamt…he didn’t have to do a single thing.

He could do anything he wanted…whenever he wanted without having to get the 'a-okay' from anyone.

And plus, the best part about dreams was that if there was an ice cream cat barfing up sprinkles…Mikey wouldn’t question it oneeeeee bit. 

That was the magical part about dreams. 

But…there were always two sides to a coin.

…Nightmares…were the opposite of dreams…

…And they were a whole other thing.

They could turn your most happiest memories and moments into horrid and scary ones.

It could turn the most greenest of valleys into nothing but dry ash, blowing away in the wind and fluttering and intoxicating the air. 

Or…perhaps…maybe nightmares were just…lonely. 

Perhaps…it was just lonely to be alone, watching you sit in your room as you break into cold sweat, the darkness weighing you down like a ton of bricks. 

And maybe the nightmares wanted you to be there with it…so it wouldn’t have to be alone…

'I could be lonely with you' as Beach Bunny would say…

But back to the initial topic, Michelangelo always hated having nightmares.

But what he hated more was not even remembering what said nightmares was about. 

It was terrifying for sure— I mean— he woke up from it so it must’ve been really…bad…right?

The box turtle sighed loudly, running a tired and shaky hand down his face.

…He should probably get some water while he’s awake; his mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert.

Or, better yet, Mikey could go find his brothers.

Well…one of them. Or at least see if anyone was awake.

The light scarlet eyed mutant hopped down from his bed, hugging himself with one of his blankets as he made his way towards the hallway, the darkness almost consuming him in the process. 

Even as a little kid, the box turtle was never fond of the dark. 

…You could never see beyond it. 

It was cold and…just, well, dark in general if that makes sense. 

Michelangelo never understood the appeal some people had to it.

The only time he did welcome darkness, though, was when there was light occumpining it. 

Like the moon. 

Or the stars. 

Or even car lights! 

It was Mikey’s small reminder that no matter where he was, there was always some glow or gleam with him…

So relitavley speaking, he should head to where the nearest light was…which was his immiediate older brother’s room. 

The smallest turtle opened Leo’s car door ever so slightly, peeking inside to see a very sound sleeping slider. 

The youngest buried down his disappointment as he quietly closed the door, going back into the darkness once more.

Leo barely got any sleep as is…

…And besides…the chance of accidentally waking him up was waaaay too high. 

It was fine, anyway. Mikey could try going to Raph’s! 

Michelangelo dragged his orange blanket with him, putting it around his shoulders as he tip-toed to Raphael’s room…surely he was awake, right? 

“Raph…?” The youngest called out quietly, looking into his older brother’s room. The smallest mutant wasn’t greeted with a small grunt of acknowlgemnt nor a kind Raph greeting.

What the light scarlet eyed teen was greeted with, though, was a loud, ear pierecing snore from the snapping turtle. 

Mikey snickered softly at his brother’s loud noises, going into the room and giving him his favorite Squishmello that was on the floor.

The alligator snapping turtle smiled in his sleep, squishing the plushie to his chest and his tail wagged slightly. The smaller turtle giggled at the action, walking out and closing the car door.

Alright…so the odd’s on Donnie being up…were…rather…slim but it was fine! 

Quite very much fine.

If the softshell was asleep, the light scarlet eyed mutant would just hed back to his room…alone; in complete darkness. 

…But it would be fine…!

Probably.

The box turtle quickly and quietly shimmied to his purple loving brother’s room buuut not before tripping over his own feet and stumbling in front of Donnie’s train car door.

And Mikey was supposed to be a ninja…pfft, yeah right. 

The youngest turtle got up on his feet, brushing off his knees and shoulders as he grabbed his blanket from the floor. 

Maybe if he just stood perfectly still until the crack of dawn…Donnie wouldn’t wake up…!

Besides, it’s not like the softshell heard him or anything.

“I can hear you trying to be quiet over there, Mikes.” The second oldest deadpanned, turning around of his bed so him and his little brother shared eye contact.

Well shit…

The youngest’s stomach twisted and turned with guilt, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned on the doorway nervously, “Oh! H-Hey, Dee…sorry…did I wake you up…?” Michelangelo asked guiltily. 

“Eh, kinda. But it’s alright.” Donatello yawned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up on his bed, reaching for his desk as he put on his glasses. 

“…Are you going to come into my very humble abode or are you just going to continue to stand there?” The taller turtle asked, squinting into the darkness where the youngest was almost being consumed by.

Mikey shook his head ever so slightly, closing the door and hopping into Donnie’s bed with his blanket. The elder hugged the smaller turtle tight, rubbing his shell gently as Michelangelo melted into the embrace. 

The box turtle buried his face in his older brother’s chest as the other rested his chin at the top of the smallest turtle’s head, “Mhmmmm…your warm as fuck…”

Donnie bit back a loud laugh, instead, smiling faintly as he rolled his eyes fondly. 

Typical Mikey…

The second oldest wrapped his younger brother tighter in the hug, “Your literally using me as a blanket right now. I’m not your own personal heater, y'know.” 

“Ehhhh…you kinda are to be honest.” The other snickered. 

“Oh? You're just using me for my body heat, huh? And here I thought you loved me for me…” Donatello sniffled theatrically, wiping away a fake tear for dramatic effect.

“I do! But I also love you for your body heat.” The younger turtle giggled snarkily. 

Donnie scoffed, shaking his head slightly as he smiled; he couldn’t help but chuckle faintly.

"You're such a dunderhead, y'know that?” The older said as he scribbled at the youngest’s sides, grinning as Mikey almost immediatley squealed with laughter. 

“Here I am, pouring my heart out to you, being all sentimental and caring...and all you care about is my toasty body heat.” Donatello fake seethed, scribbling where the younger’s plastron met his shell. 

Michelangelo screeched loudly at his brothers squiggly and wriggly fingers, hugging his middles before turning around so his shell faced the young scientist. 

The light scarlet eyed turtle squealed, kicking his legs from under the bed sheets as his brother continued to tickle him, “N-NohoHAH! D-Deehee cahahome ohon dohon’t doohoo thihihis!” He squeaked, pulling on Donatello’s arms. 

“And where do you think you’re going, little brother?” The taller turtle asked, wrapping one arm around Mikey’s chest so his arms were at his sides. “You’re not going anywhere~!” Donnie grinned before scribbling his free hand all long the younger’s stomach. 

“OHO FAHAAAHACK! DEEHEE NOHO STAHAP!! THAHAT’S SOHO SOHO BAHAHAD!!!” Michelangelo screeched whilst laughing loudly and hysterically, kicking his legs so much that the blankets soared high in the air and fell on the floor. 

'And she was a fairy' ahh moment…

“I’m going to tickle you foreveeeeer! Eeheevihil lahahaugh!” The purple hoodie wearing mutant announced as he nibbled the crook of his baby brother’s neck.

Donnie laughed along with the other, his mind flashing back to times when they were very little…

…When they would lay together in the dark with fairy lights hung around the ceiling, infodumping about shows and movies as he would hold his younger brother close to him to keep him warm…

…It was just like when they were little kids.

Well, almost like when they were little kids. 

In their early childhood years there was definetly less hyena cackling…that was for sure.

“GAHAHAD DAHA— squeal NOOOHOHOHO!” The younger mutant squealed, shaking his head as a faint blush spread to his cheeks.

“Yeeeeeeees~!” Donatello playfully cooed, “And stop your loud Tom-foolery! You’re going to wake up the entire lair!”

“THEHEN STAH— squeal!! GOHOD— squeak SCREHEHEW YAHA— YOHOU! STOHOHAP TIHICKLING squeak MEEHEEHEE!” Mikey yelled through his laughs. 

“But you looooove it~!” The other smugly countered. 

“DEEEEEHEEHEE! PLAHAHEASE! YOHOUR GOHOHONNA KILL MEEHEE!!”

“Kill yohou?” The elder mutant asked in awe, pausing the tickling for a split second before mercilessly prodding where the other’s ribs would be.

The reaction was almost immediate as Michelangelo let out a loud, genuine scream before descending into hysterical fits of laughter. 

Mikey thrashed and squealed helplessly, throwing his head back on his older brother’s shoulder. “DOHOHAHA— squeak DOHOHAHANNIE!!”

“You are conversing with Donatello; yes?” 

“PLAHAHAHEASE!”

“Please what~? Pleeeeease keep tickling you~? Pleeeeease tickle tickle your oh-so ticklish ribs~?” 

“N-NAHAH! THAHAT IHIS NOHOT WHAHA— squeal IHI DIDN’T MEEEHEAN THAHAAAT!”

The softshell chuckled lowly, holding his baby brother’s wrists above his head as he lightly nibbled his ribs. 

The box turtle squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back once more as he could do nothing but happily laugh. 

“D'awww~! Are Mikey’s wittle wibs tickwish~?” Donnie teased, using his free hand to flutter along the orange cladded turtle’s neck.

“AAAAAHAHAHAH— SQUEAK!! NONONOHOHO! DEEHEE DEEHEE NOHO— SQUEAK SQUEAK— NAHAHA— SQUEAL— NOHO MOHOHORE!!!”

“No more~? Are you sure~?”

“YEHAHAHAH! YEHEHES YEHE— SQUEAL YEHEHES!!” 

Donnie gave his brother one last poke at the rib before stopping and hugging him from behind, resuming the gentle shell rubs. “I guess I really am nothing more than your own personal heater, hm? Just a walking furnace at your command…”

The box turtle mutant groaned loudly, flicking the taller turtle’s forehead slightly, “Deeeehee yohou knohow damn wehell thahahat’s nohot true.” Mikey pouted, snuggling in the embarce. 

"Yeah, yeah…I know, I know. You supposedly love me for more than just my body heat.”Donatello said as he let out a huff of laughter and rolled his eyes. 

The elder wrapped his arms tighter around his brother, resting his chin on the orange cladded teen’s head once more. 

The smaller turtle giggled at the action before yawning, snuggling into the other’s plastron, “Lohove yohou, dorkwad…”

“Pfft— dorkwad? Is that the best you can do? Really?” The softshell snickered. 

“Is ahass faced Atomic Lahass fuhucker good enohough fohor you?” The box turtle asked snarkily. 

“I’ll stick with dorkwad, thanks.” The older giggled. 

“That’s whahat I thohought.” Mikey grinned as he yawned, resting on his face on his brother’s chest, “Lohove you, Dee.”

“I love you too, Angelo.” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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The Tickle Mobster's Final Stand (Piofiore)

Hello everyone! I hope y'all had a good 2024 and a better 2025! For the last fic of the year, I decided to conclude the improptu Tickle Mobster trilogy with Nicola getting what's coming to him! Thank you to everyone who's enjoyed this as much as I have writing it! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: Nicola takes any opportunity to cause mischief. Unfortunately for him, today is the day where all his antics catch up to him.

Ah, another rare moment when things were at ease at the Falzone Manor.

How Nicola loved days like this. So relaxing..so peaceful…

So full of opportunity…

He snickered to himself as he went about, a clockwork mouse in hand as he approached Leo’s door. Call him terrible, but it’s been so long since he’d surprise their young guard. Dante would have his head if he let this little bugger run free in the office, and Liliana would likely never speak to him again be it her room. This was the best place to test his little trick.

As he kneeled down to let the toy go, the door suddenly opened. “Oh, don’t mind me- I dropped something.” He spoke without looking up, knowing Leo wouldn’t question it.

Unfortunately for him, the voice that answered wasn’t Leo’s.

“Really now? What did you drop, Nicola?” He froze all over, daring a peek at the all too familiar shoes and pants legs in his sight. He didn’t need to look up to find Dante glaring daggers at him.

“Dante, good timing!” He made himself do it though, bringing up his tiny mouse with a smile. “Found a mouse. Should we give it some cheese?” Those sharp blue eyes of his didn’t waver, narrowing as Nicola stood. “I bet it’d like brie. Or maybe-”

“Nicola. That’s a toy. I can hear it clicking.” Dante cut him off, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned into the doorframe. Damn, sharp as ever. He knew him too well. “Now, what exactly were you planning on doing with that thing?”

“...Say, why were you in Leo’s room?” The brunette had no answer, so he narrowed his own eyes and straightened his back, matching his cousin’s energy. “You don’t usually visit anyone besides Lili or myself. This is strange behavior for you…”

A flicker of hesitation. Dante struggled not to look away from the brunette’s growing smile. “That’s irrelevant.”

“I disagree. It’s out of the norm for you. I hear love makes us do strange things, but this? The only reason I can think of you to be here instead is…” Behind him, he felt a familiar presence. The smell of sugar and perfume he loved so much touching his nose, making him grin. “Hello, Lili.”

A beat of silence. Nicola almost laughed at their attempt to entrap him. “Great attempts all around everybody.” Better luck next time-”

What happened next no one could have predicted.

With a cry of determination, Liliana threw herself into Nicola from behind, sending them both crashing to the floor. The clockwork mouse zoomed away, disappearing down the hall to be forgotten.

“Oof! Lili- what the hell?” Nicola yelped, half hidden in his bangs as he tried looking back at her. “Why did you- ergh!”

“I gotcha now!” The blonde cried in glee, grinning when Nicola’s entire body trembled. Her hands scritched along his shoulder blades, focusing on the spots she knew tickled but weren’t enough to break him. “I told you I would get you back! Today is the day you pay for your crimes!”

A small snort- Dante had turned away from them to hide his laughter at Liliana’s theatrics. Nicola would have laughed too had he not been busy trying to avoid her devious touch. “L-Lili, let me g-go! I can’t promise my re-revenge will be as n-nice as la-ast time!”

“Yes, yes- do your worst. I can take it!” She cooed, far too happy about the results before her to worry about her fate. “Right now though- you’re under my control! Dante, help me!”

“Hm?” The capo blinked, not expecting the request. Nicola had a bad feeling.

“Dante, don’t you da-ahahare!” Nicola cried back, a few loose chortles escaping when his girlfriend found a rather sensitive spot along the edges of his spine. “Gehehet her instehahad!”

“No, help me!”

“This feels all too familiar.” The pale haired man chided with a small laugh, folding his arms in consideration. “To help or to not help- which path should I take…?”

Dante’s legs left his field of sight as he debated his choice. Nicola didn’t have time to worry about that when Liliana seemed to switch from scratches to pokes, her fingers nimble as they seeked out his most ticklish spots. “Lil-ehehehe! Lili, pleahahhahase! Chohohme on, thihihihs is cruuhuhuel!”

“Was it cruel when you tickled me?” She asked, poking along his neck and ears, making him shiver and duck with a giggle. “Or when you ambushed Dante in his office?”

“You told her about that?” Dante asked from behind, sounding betrayed. Nicola couldn’t help but snort in response. “That’s it. Lili, be a dear and scoot up some for me? I’ll get him laughing.”

“Noohoho! Nohoh, Dahhante! Dohhon’t you da-AHHAHRE!” The cackles ripped from his throat the moment hands touched down on the backs of his thighs, sending relentless waves of ticklishness up his nerves. “Nohohohohoho, cohoohohme ohohohohon! Thahhat’s so meahhahahahn!”

“Pfft- oh my goodness!” Liliana couldn’t contain her laughter at his loud mirth, one hand still tickling while the other half-heartedly hid her smile. “I hadn’t realized he was this ticklish!”

“Oh absolutely. He’s been this ticklish for a long time. Gulia often got him the most whenever he snuck sweets.” Dante snickered, leaning back just in time to avoid a kick to the face. “Careful!”

“Yooohohohu bihihihite yoohohohur tohohohohnhgue! Whohohoh wahahas it thahaht I was steahhahaling sweheheheets for, agahahahin?” Nicola cried back, making his cousin blush and avert his gaze. Liliana looked between them with such a happy expression. She felt like she was learning so much more about these dear boys.

Call her bold, but…”Dante, where is he most ticklish?”

“Dohohohon’t tehehheell her!” Nicola cut in, face against the ground when she dug her fingers into his shoulders once more.

“Hmm….I can’t recall.” The other admitted. A small victory for Nicola. “Though I was sure it’s somewhere along his legs?”

Nooo! The victory was lost. Man, this really did feel familiar.

“Along his legs…Oh! Like here?” Where was here? It was torture to not know where they were going to attack! Hm- he should try that next time. He could find a blindfold or-

“GAHAH!”

“Found it!” Liliana cried in glee, her fingers digging into his hips as he flopped like a fish beneath her, dolphin-like cackles filling the space. “I had a feeling you were ticklish here!”

“Lihihihihili! Lihihihihli nohohohohoo! Doohohn’t, stahhahpt tha-AHAHHA!” Damn, now Dante was tickling his legs again! His poor knees, being dug into and kneaded so feather-like. How dare his cousin be gifted with such gentle hands! “STAHHAP PLEHAHAHASE!”

“What do you think?” He heard her ask, feeling her hands resting against his hips. They weren’t tickling anymore, but the pressure was enough to keep him giggly.

“Hm…spare him. For now.” The hands were removed, and he felt an immediate sensation of relief pass through him. Oh how he was going to get them both back, tenfold-

A small kiss to his cheek made him forget he was angry. Side eyeing the beautiful blonde smiling at him, he let out a resigned sigh before pinching her cheek, making her laugh. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“Does that go for both of us?” Dante asked dryly, making Liliana giggle. Nicola resisted the urge to shoot him a rude hand gesture when a sudden scream echoed down the hall. Their heads shot up, Dante reaching for his gun while Nicola moved to protect his girl-

“There’s a MOUSE!” Leo’s screams carried, killing the growing tension. Dante let out a low sigh while Nicola snorted, slapping a hand over his mouth to hide his growing mirth. “Someone get Carlos!”

“Guilia’s going to kill us. Leo- calm yourself, you’re a guard in the Familia for a reason.” Dante pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood up, giving his guffawing cousin a halfhearted glare. “Seems your little trick found it’s target, Nicola. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” With a barely concealed laugh, the Capo left to sort out the chaos.

“Oh, you’re terrible!” Liliana swatted at him gently as Nicola leaned into her, holding his aching belly. “Poor Leo- he’s gonna be all nerves now!”

“He’hehehell be fihihihne! Oh my GOD, that was great!” Putting a hand to his brow, he snickered helplessly at the results of his mischief, the young guard’s scream forever ingrained in his memory. “Sorry, sorry- I’m teheherrible, I know!”

“A true prankster. I hope you’re prepared for when he gets you back.” She smiled teasingly, yelping when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her, pulling them both into the ground “Nicola?”

“Speaking of- that little bit about revenge. I believe somebody said she could take it when I got her back, yeah?” Her face grew pink, eyes widening some at his devious grin. “Better prepare yourself, Lili. When I find you tonight, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t done this.”

“Is that a promise?” She asked without warning, making his brows shoot up and all the blood in his body rush elsewhere. She giggled through her blush, leaning in and kissing his cheek before freeing herself. “I’m gonna go catch a mouse. See you later!”

She left him there, laying in the center of the hall as he caught his breath.

Thanks for reading!

[dy3rs3v3]

James and Kirk goofing and vibing bts in Paris

Pics by Ross Halfin

[sf9]

goodbye (for now) idol!Rowoon you'll always be part of sepgu and SF9 will always be 9 💖 thinking about how Rowoon's acting career helped bring new Fantasies to the world and how SF9 grew thanks to all the members in their own way - actor!Rowoon you are famous but idol!Rowoon will always have a special place in my heart :(

[kindnesethedragon]

gonna try to start posting on tumblr again now that i've gotten into cult of the lamb,,,, i'm new here haha i am NOT decorating my blog... i don't feel like it

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Leshy from cult of the lamb, where he's in his bishop form looking off-screen to the right with a neutral expression. he's drawn from the waist up. he has been given wooden antlers that curve upwards and had red flower petals dotting his face along with small sticks poking off from his face. leshy's bandages over his eye is bloody with a black triangle over the missing eye, and an additional black splotch on each side of this triangle. his robes are drawn in a simplified style and looks similar to a turtleneck sweater, with a golden rope typing around the neck. there is a colored noise/static filter over leshy. the background is a blank, neutral gray. remnants of the sketch in white lines can be seen behind leshy. End ID]

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

It's time for their hamburger date!!!

What did she win Gold?? A kiss??

Belles face is so fucking cute. I love this funny suppressed smile of Emilie's.

The lady behind them is SO NOSY.

And fucking granny 😂

His fucking face is like... I do dark magic ONE TIME and jo one lets it go.

And omg the charge for extra pickles just to antagonize him 😂

At first he's like.... maybe if I don't say anything.

Then he remembers he's trying honesty with Belle.

His goofy grin is adorable.

Also HE DOES HAVE THAT FINGER SOOTHING STIM

THE FUCKING LADY BEHIND THEM 😂😂😂😂 SHE'S LIKE NO CHANCE IN HELL SISTER.

And his smiiiiile heeere 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

I had to rewind this scene a million times because I was fucking laughing my ass off so much 😂😂😂😂 you fucking DORK.

And belle's face? Yall are a pair of dorks.

You can just FEEL the agitation in gold's demeanor, which fair.

OMFFGGGG

You know the woman who locked you up for 28 years? Yeah this is her.

Oh shit you can see the recognition in his face when he realizes it. That's belle's at risk.

He is

Determined

Not to have cora around belle.

[illdesigns]

my last online fandom experience did give me my boyfriend but also it gave me the worlds most hyper-specific social anxiety because WHY am i now more comfortable in real life social settings than talking to people online

[a-bit-of-cest]

Bit spite-inspired, but nonetheless self-indulgent nostalgia 💕