#Time flies so quickly~

[hankiki]

This month on October 25th~ it will be 6 years since Loki first appeared in Chapter 11 in Zenon magazine~

[bread--hood]

somehow their mugs touching feels kinda loaded.....right?

also like......Charles' arms >////> ♡

[benevolenterrancy]

once asked the question do you think Liu qingge do a sonic rainboom now I may ask could Xie lian do a sonic rainboom? And who in mdzs do you think could do a sonic rainboom?

Also I feel like I'm spamming ur asks I'm so sorry

Out of all the characters, I think (post-series) Xie Lian is the most likely to actually survive flying at supersonic speeds and could theoretically get the actual "boom" if not the colour

(Hua Cheng, on the other hand, would be more than happy to supply the rainbows)

Wei Wuxian is the most likely to ATTEMPT it and inevitably blow himself up in the process (the only thing going boom here is Jiang Cheng's patience)

[tenspontaneite]

Sigs make interesting bodies for themselves sometimes 🙏

[p3girlsweek]

#P3GirlsWeek2024 is just two weeks away! We're excited to see what everyone has come up with! Today in Persona 3, SEES is on vacation in Yakushima. What were your favorite moments from the trip? 2024 Prompt List ♡ Rules and Guidelines ♡ AO3 Collection ♡ Askbox

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

don't mind me just dethorning the bramble in my stick insects' cage because a CERTAIN beautiful old lady

managed to snag her wing on one and got stuck there until I saw and detangled her and I am not eager to repeat the experience!!

ALSO I finally managed to get a picture of the whole family as it is now :DDD

1 adult Indian stick insect, 1 adult Pink Winged stick insect and three Pink Winged stick insect nymphs at various stages of development

(I also have an Indian stick insect nymph but she lives in a separate enclosure at the moment and is so tiny getting her out would be way to stressful for both her and me)

[sparklyoats]

My child is 8 months old tomorrow🤯🥹😭😍❤️

[flowering-darkness]

Let's go for one of your non-romantic S/Is! 💬 + Mimi Aster + Meta Knight? — @edencantstopfallininlove

Ooh, yes, sure thing, friend!! Thank you kindly for this~

(I included a render of what Mimi looks like, just as a reminder in case anyone wants it!)

(source: this post by queenieboo22)

send me 💬 and a character and I’ll give you a line my self-insert would say if in a canon interaction with them. - I think I would set this just after the boss fight against him in Star Allies! Mimi's adventures in the Kirby games roughly follow real time per when they each released, so she's about fifteen here.

"So even you can be affected by the power of the dark hearts, Sir Meta Knight.. That's so scary! Even so, I- I'm glad we could get through to you eventually! It's almost funny.. You weren't fighting any way at all like you usually do. That was probably the dark heart's doing. But, even so - you've been training me since nearly the first day I crash-landed on Popstar, and that meant I knew exactly what to do to keep up with you in battle! It's true that I don't enjoy fighting - fighting against friends like you least of all, especially with how it went last time.. But, it's worked out this time! And now we can adventure side by side once again - as Kirby's friends and this planet's protectors!! ..That is, if you want to come with us?"

I hope this is alright! Thank you once again for sending this in!~

[nothingwitty]

Me listening to (Just Like) Starting Over for the first time - Aww, how cute, he’s talking about how much his relationship with Yoko means to him.

Me listening to (Just Like) Starting Over for the third time - Yeah, there’s no heterosexual explanation for this.

[unbrokensestra]

Tomorrow is my last day at the school i taught for 5 years. And i know i complained i was angry at times, sad, happy... But I'm still gonna miss them and I didn't cry today when I read them my letter but tomorrow is gonna hit me like a truck.... All the hugs and gifts and words and drawings i got since last week.... I'm a bit emotional okay??? 😭 Also they wrote on every inch of my white board ....

[halohamilton]

a whole year ago <3 (and a day whoops)

[sweetbeariesworld]

i like someone.

[gloomwitchwrites]

There was this tiktok trend where kids and their mums would pull a prank on their dads by telling their mums to shut up...141 with a teenage son who tries it?

Anon, I am very aware of this prank. If mom is in on it, I consider it all in good fun, but omg, these guys would be absolutely stressed if they heard their teenage son tell mom to "shut up." Heads would absolutely roll over that!

Price is certainly old enough to have a teenage son on the older side. I would even say the same for Ghost. Gaz is old enough for a younger teenage son. With Soap's age...that's stretching it. BUT SUSPEND DISBELIEF Y'ALL. I'm aging Gaz and Soap up a bit for this one.

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Presented in two double drabbles and two triple drabbles.

Task Force 141 x Female Reader (w/ children)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, pranks, domestic, dad!141, brief suggestive themes, marriage

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Ugh. Shut up, Mum.”

There is a brief pause between mum and when the television remote hurtles across the room. Your son doesn’t duck in time, the hard plastic hitting his shoulder before bouncing onto the kitchen island with a loud clack.

Before your son turns, Kyle’s baseball cap with the Union Jack, soars through the air like a frisbee. This one your son manages to avoid, but it’s quickly followed by a slipper. It flies past his head, and you catch it out of the air before it makes contact with the front of the microwave.

You and your eldest son turn in Kyle’s direction as he manifests in the kitchen entryway, the other slipper in hand, poised to launch it at the first sign of any movement.

“Wanna repeat yourself, mate?” Kyle appears calm and poised, but you notice the subtle tension in his jaw.

“It was a joke, Dad! Promise!”

Kyle’s arm holding the slipper starts to rise.

“Kyle,” you say. His gaze flicks to you. “Just a joke. No harm. I was in on it.”

His shoulders immediately sag. Kyle shakes his head. Rolls his eyes. Heading for the fridge, he opens it up, grabbing a can of his favorite beer.

Kyle sets the beer down on the island, pointing the slipper at you and then his son. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No words come out, just an exasperated huff.

Kyle snatches up the television remote and sticks it into the pocket of his grey sweatpants. Keeping hold of the shoe in one hand, and his beer in the other, he gives the two of you his back, heading into the living room.

“No one bother me until the game is over,” he says over his shoulder. “And someone bring me my bloody slipper!”

John Price

"Fucking hell, Mum. Shut it."

John is up and out of his seat so fast you hardly see him move. He strides over to his son, yanking him off the stool by the scruff of his shirt.

"John! It's a prank!" you say quickly, reaching for his arm.

The boy is dangling in the air, toes just shy of touching the ground. "A prank?" asks John skeptically.

"Mum is in on it. Promise."

John sighs heavily and slowly lowers his son to the ground. The moment his feet touch ground, he tries to step away, but John holds firm, keeping his eldest child immobile. He leans forward a bit. Lowers his voice.

"Prank or no, you never talk to your mother, your sisters, or any woman in that manner again. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." John releases his son. "The lawn needs trimmed."

"Yes, sir."

Your son scurries away. It isn't until the door to the garage opens and shuts that John moves toward you. His arm drapes over your waist, hand landing firmly on your ass, squeezing hard.

"You're coming with me."

"To do what?"

He presses his lips to your ear. "For a different sort of punishment."

John "Soap" MacTavish

"You’re off your head, lad.”

With Johnny’s cold tone comes a tension to your son’s shoulders. He becomes rigid, sliding down into his chair like he can escape from his father by cowering underneath the table. Johnny comes around the corner, a bit of sweat on his brow. He's been building furniture all day for the nursery.

"Want to repeat that for me?" asks Johnny.

Your son’s voice cracks. "It was just a prank, Dad."

"It was what?" Johnny strides forward.

"It's a prank. I'm in on it. Promise," you say, attempting to soothe Johnny’s anger.

Johnny crosses his arms over your chest. "Is it?" He glances between the two of you and sighs, muttering, “Am pure done in.”

He disappears down the hall, returning with a stack of instructional manuals, dropping them into his son’s lap. "You're building furniture."

"But I—"

“You right scunner. C’mon.” Johnny yanks his son out of the chair, the stack of instructional manuals goes flying. Your son reaches for them all, desperately clasping them against his chest.

“Johnny," you call out, walking around the counter to intervene.

He glances over his shoulder, frown gown, sly smirk on his face. “Deal with you later."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Oi, Mum. Shut it.”

Your son is a wonderful actor. You’ll give him that. Even you almost believe him. Not that he would—he’d never—but his delivery reminds you of a completely pissed football fan ready to throw a punch at a member of the rival team.

He should consider theater.

Simon, your husband, is watching a rugby match in the living room. The television is on but at a low volume.

Within seconds of the words leaving your son’s mouth, Simon appears like a phantom guardian in the entryway. In one he holds the remote like a weapon. The other arm cradles his infant daughter. She looks like a small bean. Slightly curved as she snuggles closer against Simon’s chest as she sleeps.

He's not looking at you. He's staring at his son, gaze intense and full of fire.

You’ve seen that look before.

Mission abort.

"He's joking, Simon. It's just a prank,” you soothe, knowing you need to get ahead of this.

Not that Simon would hurt you or his son, but he rarely takes any shit. This prank was a gamble, and you’re completely regretting it.

"Don't mean it, Dad."

Simon just stares for a long minute. His daughter squirms and that is when he glances down, severing the connection. Observing her must change something in him, because his gaze returns to the two of you, and there is a calmness now.

Sighing heavily, Simon shakes his head, completely exasperated. The eye roll is so apparent it’s like a shout.

In the moment he was pissed—livid. But now he’s over it, more annoyed and unamused than actually mad.

Turning on his heel, daughter still cradled in one arm, Simon returns to his recliner, settling back into the soft cushions to finish watching his rugby match.

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[sinstear]

morning head with vi 🤭🤭

need to slurp her pussy like a pot of noodles fr

violet’s sound asleep beside you when you wake up, body lying at a certain angle that has her feet out of the bed, arm tucked behind her head, and her other arm slung over her stomach. her pink hair, that you adore, clings to her forehead as her chest rises up and down with each breath. 

your eyes travel down her sleeping figure, and it’s when you notice she’s wearing one of your heavy metal band shirts, the holes torn through the fabric bigger than they were last week, that your smile widens and a pair of boxers hang loosely around her hips. 

reaching out and brushing her hair back with your fingers, a smile curved up in your lips when she’s groaning softly under her breath and leaning into your touch, even in her sleep she enjoys the comfort of you, and huffs out a small snore.

vi stirs beneath you when you plant a kiss on her lips, even in her sleep she would subconsciously kiss you back, but she barely has time when you’re kissing her jaw next, then her chin and continuing down.

kissing down her body, you press extra kisses on her hip bones and smirk at the way her body jolts beneath you and rests her hand lightly on your shoulder the more you descend. lightly peeling the boxers down, her hips shuffling up just slightly to help you, you stifle a laugh when she’s humming and practically slumping her body back down.

raking your nails up and down her thighs, your eyes found her already glistening cunt, soft curls of light pink hair protect her easily as you plant wet kisses on her inner thigh, eyes fluttering closed at how soft yet rough her skin felt against your lips.

her body reacts to your touch quite quickly, from her eyebrows furrowing into a tight frown, lips parting with subtle whines, head turning to the other side and feeling like her body falls more in the sheets and lightly grips the blanket at the faintest feeling of you flicking your tongue over her clit.

wrapping your lips around her bud, your mouth like soft velvet, and sucked softly on the bud, you smiled against her cunt at the way her thighs twitched in your hold and groaned in her sleep. sinking your nails into the fat of her thighs, your eyes flutter upwards to catch the way her pink tinted plump lips part with a sudden shaky gasp and her hand flies to cup the back of your head.

“baby?” her voice is still deep yet rough with sleep but her hips buck up into your mouth and pushes her head back deeper into the pillows. “fuck, that’s good.”

tightening your arms around her thighs, you slip your tongue down and slide it through her folds, her slick coating your muscle sweetly as her hand guides your head back and forth slowly, putting you where she needs you. “just like that,” vi moaned, grinding her hips faster.

shaking your head from side to side, vi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and screws her eyes shut tightly, your tongue slipping into her cunt and her walls flutter against the muscle while her blunt nails scratch at your shoulder. “oh fuck, shit.” she curses, looking down at you between her legs.

the sight of you lying there, nose bumping rhythmically against her clit, licking and sucking at her folds, occasionally pulling away to spit a glob of saliva onto her pussy, and burying your face between her legs all over again, had her crying out and shaking beneath you.

pulling her hand off your shoulder, she’s quick to cup one of her tits and roll the hard nipple between her fingertips, almost in sync with the movement of your tongue. “uh huh,” she nods more or so to herself, watching you closely. “keep going, please, fuck.”

pulling away with a pop, you grinned up at her and pressed your thumb against her clit and spat on her pussy again, leaving her whimpering softly into her shoulder. “look so pretty, vi.” you murmured and swiftly pulled her clit into your mouth again.

“oh my god!” vi squirmed on the bed and squeezed her legs around your ears. that familiar feeling on her lower stomach arrived, and her abs rippled. “baby, mhm, gonna cum.”

you hummed and the vibration had vi choking on another sudden cry.

vi cums with a deep guttural moan not even seconds later and her thighs clamp around your head, her hips frantically having their own mind as she fuck herself down on your tongue, fucking herself through her orgasm and grasping onto any part of you she could. “fuckkk,” she choked out, holding you against her. “shit,” a laugh escaped her throat and her legs fell open, releasing you from her sudden death grip.

“good?” your eyes sparkled up at her, chin covered in your spit and her slick, the sight had her pupils dilating even more.

“good?” vi scoffed like she couldn’t believe whay you asked, reached her hand out and wiped your chin with her thumb. “more like fucking perfect, your mouth is,” your lips part when she slips her thumb into her mouth and moans softly at the taste of herself around it. “heavenly.”

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : SAVE IN HIS ARMS : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hwang In-ho x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff and slight angst?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: Squid Game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: In the chaos of the third game, you were trampled and left helpless—until In-ho found you. Carrying you to safety, he calmed your panic, proving you weren’t alone.

YOU’D THOUGHT THE FIRST GAME WAS BAD—Red Light, Green Light with its chilling, mechanical doll and the blood-curdling sound of gunshots that had followed anyone who dared to move at the wrong time. The sight of so many bodies dropping like flies was forever burned into your memory. But you had made it through, sticking close to In-ho and a few other players who seemed capable of keeping their cool under pressure.

The second game, Six Legs, had pushed you even closer to the edge. Six people tied together by the ankles, forced to move as one cohesive unit while completing a series of absurd mini-games. The first challenge involved a game of Ddakji, followed by Flying stone, Gong-gi, Spinning top and at last Jegi. Every challenge was absolutely nerve wracking. Every stumble risked pulling the entire group down.

“Stop panicking,” In-ho had said sharply when it was your turn to play Gong-gi. His tone was firm but not unkind, and his steady grip on your arm had kept you from collapsing altogether.

“I’m trying,” you’d whispered, your voice barely audible over the yelling of other groups.

“You’ll be fine,” he had replied, glancing at you with those piercing eyes. “Just focus on me.”

It was his calm presence that had carried you through. Somehow, your group had made it out alive, but not without leaving a part of your sanity behind.

Now, the third game was underway, and the tension was unbearable.

The platform beneath your feet spun relentlessly, the dizzying motion making it hard to stay upright. The eerie song blaring over the speakers didn’t help; its cheerful notes felt like a cruel joke, mocking your desperation.

You clung to the rail for balance, your eyes scanning the crowd for In-ho. He stood a few feet away, his tall, composed frame unshaken by the platform’s motion. Gi-hun, Jung-bea, and Dea-ho were close by, the four of them keeping together in a loose cluster. You tried to move toward them, but the spinning platform made every step feel like a gamble.

Finally, the music stopped.

The platform jolted to a halt, nearly sending you to your knees. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and shuffling feet.

“Two,” the woman’s voice announced over the speakers, detached and emotionless.

For a moment, there was silence as the words registered. Then chaos erupted. Players screamed, shoving and clawing at one another in their desperation to find a partner.

You stumbled forward, trying to push your way through the throng of bodies. “In-ho!” you called out, your voice trembling with panic.

Through the chaos, you caught a glimpse of him, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. He was moving toward you, his path deliberate, but the surging mass of players made it nearly impossible to reach him.

“Time is running out. Please form your groups,” the woman’s voice droned on, unbothered by the chaos.

Someone slammed into you from behind, sending you sprawling to the ground. Your palms scraped against the rough surface of the platform, and a sharp pain shot through your ankle as someone stepped on it in their frantic rush.

You cried out, clutching your leg as tears blurred your vision. The crowd swirled around you, an unrelenting tide of fear and desperation.

Just as despair began to set in, a hand grabbed yours—strong and familiar.

“In-ho,” you gasped, relief flooding through you as he pulled you upright.

His face was etched with determination, his dark eyes scanning you quickly. “Can you stand?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.

“I—I don’t think so,” you stammered, clutching your throbbing ankle. “I can’t run.”

He didn’t hesitate. Without another word, he scooped you into his arms, holding you against his chest as though you weighed nothing. “Hold on,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he carried you through the chaos. The timer on the wall ticked down mercilessly, but In-ho moved with precision, weaving through the panicked players with ease.

“In-ho, what about the others?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“They’ll manage,” he replied curtly. His focus was entirely on you, his grip on you steady despite the chaos around him. “Right now, I’m getting you to safety.”

The sound of footsteps and shouting grew louder as players scrambled to find rooms, but In-ho didn’t falter. He pushed through the crowd, heading for an empty room just as the timer reached zero.

The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you off from the madness outside. The sound of gunshots echoed through the arena, each one sending a fresh wave of terror through you.

In-ho set you down gently on the floor, his hands lingering on your arms as he crouched in front of you. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked, his voice softer now.

You shook your head, but the tears wouldn’t stop. “I almost died,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“But you didn’t,” he said firmly. His hands cupped your face, his touch grounding you. “You’re safe now.”

The weight of his words brought a fresh wave of tears, and you buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking as you sobbed.

“I can’t do this,” you choked out. “I can’t—”

“Hey,” In-ho interrupted, his voice calm but commanding. He gently pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Look at me. Breathe.”

“I—I can’t,” you stammered, your chest heaving.

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly. He took one of your hands and pressed it against his chest. “Feel that? Match your breathing to mine.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. Slowly, your breaths began to sync with his, the tightness in your chest easing bit by bit.

“There you go,” he murmured, his thumb brushing away the tears on your cheek. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You nodded weakly, your tears slowing as his presence calmed you. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

In-ho’s expression softened, and for a moment, the hardness in his eyes gave way to something warmer. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said quietly. “I told you—I won’t let anything happen to you.”

For the first time since the games began, you felt a glimmer of hope. In his arms, amidst the terror of the arena, you felt something you hadn’t dared to feel in days: safe.

(A/N) First Squid game fanfic! While watching season 2 i totally fell in love with In-ho (let’s forget the fact that he’s the frontman) so of course i needed to write a short oneshot of him. Feel free to drop requests in my inbox!

[san-fics]

[Nightwing and Red Hood standing on a rooftop eating roasted pumpkin seeds. A pigeon flies in]

Nightwing [tosses some seeds to the pigeon]: Hey birdie-birdie

Red Hood [seeing how quickly the pigeon ate the seeds]: Let's throw them one at a time

Nightwing: Ok, but in different directions, let him stretch his legs

[They throw the seeds one by one and watch the pigeon run back and forth to eat them. More pigeons fly in]

Red Hood: I bet you a flick that the gray one will grab the seed first!

Nightwing: challenge accepted! I'll bet on the one with the dark wing!

[Robin and Red Robin land on the roof]

Robin: Where were you two?!

Robin: Are you even going to patrol?

Nightwing [without taking his eyes off the birds]: Shhh! Don't scare them away!

Red Hood: See, I told you so! [gives Nightwing a flick]

Red Robin: What are you guys... Oh...

Red Robin: I'm betting on the light one, it seems to have a strategy!

Robin [looks at the birds, at the men, at the birds again]: its strategy may be a losing one!

Robin: I'm betting on that nimble one with the stripe!

[Eventually, everyone picks a pigeon, and when their pigeon grabs a seed, the winner gives everyone a flick. It's safe to say that none of them go patrolling Gotham that night]