#What could happen?

[theonetruegnome]

Callum's home visit

'Not much further. At least I don't think so.' Thought MunchyPup as the next sparse cluster of buildings came into view. In his hands was a cardboard box, sealed shut by a sticker of a dog head, coloured in with pink crayon by Darner. He had agreed to bring over almond cookies for Callum's dad and didn't like to disappoint his friend. The only thing was, he had barely eaten today, and was struggling to not rip open the box and stuff as many pastries into his mouth as physically possible. Normally he wouldn't dream of it, but today he couldn't help thinking about the sweet, crunchy, chewy, nutty deliciousness he held in his hands. It would be so easy to just gently peel back the sticker and sneak one or two...

'No! I'll eat when I get home, these are for your best friend Munchy!' The fuchsia dog said aloud. He fumbled in his pocket for a bit with one free hand, extracting a strip of pastel yellow gum which he placed alongside the others already within his overstuffed muzzle. 'Mmmm! Mango!'

Fifteen minutes later Munch was walking up the grassy hill that Callum lived on. 'Let's see here, 122... 124... Ah, here we are 126!' Munch had been here before to play, sleep over, deliver food for Callum's diet plan, but he could never get over how odd the house was, mainly due to It being two stories tall but with the top floor having significantly shorter ceilings and a staircase that jutted out the side of the house. The windows had boxes of lilies and foxgloves in manicured beds beneath them while the lawn was neatly trimmed and dotted sparsely with daisies and dandelions. The whole structure was cozy and seemed a nice place to live, though it seemed exactly like the sort of place a cat would live. Munch walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

There were the sounds of footsteps before the door was opened, greeting Munch with the kindly eyes of Mrs Cuddlekit. She was a beautiful coral-red and her fur was always in a slight curl. Munch was fond of her, she was kind and treated all of them like they were her own kids.

'Munchy! What a nice Surprise!'

Munch couldn't help but blush when she leant down to wrap her arms around him, though his massive grin betrayed how much he enjoyed it. 'Well come in, come in. I was just about to start on lunch, can I make you anything?' 'No thanks Mrs Cuddlekit, I'm just here to deliver these to Callum.' 'Oh? And those would be?' 'Just some cookies for Mr Cuddlekit, then I'll be out of your hair.' 'Oh... Aren't you sweet... Well... Well they should be in our room, first door on the right past the bathroom.'

Munch has only taken a few steps when he feels the cat's paw on his shoulder. He looks up into those deep golden eyes. For the first time since MunchyPup met her, she seems upset.

'Just please, don't be surprised. What happened to him was evil. But there's nothing we can do, just be grateful it wasn't worse.'

'W-what?'

'Nevermind Munch, just... Be gentle. I'll show you where it is, OK?'

She lets go and walks down the hallway. Munch obediently follows and they soon come to a thin wooden door. She motions for him to enter, and he pushes open the door...

END OF PART 1...

[wizrdlzrd]

theres two missing pages but i thought i should update you on Mel lmao

[aaronofithaca05]

I wouldn't had the oportunity, I'm a 0 to the left in Maths.

Maybe in Science and History yes, but....

I like my human form thank you really much ❤️

Okay but what if my maths teacher is secretly Athena and I say ‘I’m so good at maths I’m the best at it ever’ and she’s like ‘are you sure?’ And I say ‘yeah’ and then she just says ‘she is come’ and transforms into Athena and then we have a maths test and I get too cocky so she turns my into a simultaneous equation.

[cygnetbrown]

Dealing With What Could Happen

There are three ways to look at problems that we are likely to face. One is useful but the other two could lead to disaster. Worry about the Problem First, we can worry about them. What we worry about may not happen. These problems often don’t. Therefore, we don’t. However, worrying will keep us up at night. It can decrease our immune system and increase our blood pressure. Because we’re…

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

This comment by @ramiroo24 has been turning in my head for two weeks now I needed to draw the interaction

They are silly.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael learns of Jeff’s pizza from FNAF Into the pit

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!

[gabichanwrites]

Just realized that if only Poseidon went straight to Ithaca and asked for Odysseus, Penelope could do the biggest gamble of them all and get one of the suitors in SUCH DEEP SHIT.

Poseidon: "Odysseus of Ithaca! Tell me this instant where is this mortal who dared to hurt my son and try to lie about his name!

Penelope: ...

Suitors: ....

Penelope: *weaving stops*

Penelope: *pointing right at Antonius* There he is! This one is Odysseus, my husband and king of Ithaca! Please don't sink us, almighty god of the sea!

Antonius: What? I'm not Odysseus, I--

Penelope: Of course he would say that! He's a liar!

Poseidon: *has no reason to not believe her, wipes him out effortlessly*

Then Odysseus comes back like "It's me, Penelope! Your husband!"

Penelope: "No, you're not. From now on your name is Agamemnon the Greater and the new lover I marry to make king."

Odysseus: *grumbling* why after Agamemnon though...

AND HOW WOULD POSEIDON EVER KNOW?!

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Listen, this came to me in a dream

[everwalldigan]

Ok but Bruce’s “batglare” except it has specific stages that mean you’re in varying degrees of trouble. Allow me to elaborate:

Level 1: isn’t even really considered a glare in Bruce-speak, more of a suspicious squinting

Level 2: standard Disappointed Dad look, the most you’re gonna get is a reprimand

Level 3: resting Bitch face. Less of a glare and more of a sharp look that WILL follow you around and creep you out

Level 4: worried batglare, features aren’t as sharp as with the standard batglare. Usually smooths out when his kids/teammates stop being idiots and putting themselves in danger

Level 5: standard batglare, regular criminals are usually at the end of it, most of the kids have gotten pretty used to it

Level 6: You’ve Fucked Up. Expect a screaming match or a lecture of at least 30 minutes. Also you’re grounded

Level 7: full batglare on steroids, makes grown men piss their pants, usually reserved for the joker. Most of the kids have received it only once and that was MORE than enough for them to never want to receive it again

Level 8: Alfred.

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

because I’m on a meljayvik kick rn

Viktor has to sleep in the middle of the bed bc both Mel and Jayce run hot. any combo where he is not in the center has whoever is on the end sweating profusely and the person in the middle has one cold side and one warm side. it’s science.

Mel is the coolest and calmest of their heads, yes, but she is most definitely in on their “yes, and?” dynamic to science and magic. She is all for the chaos, she just wants them to wear protective equipment while doing the chaos.

Jayce designed their shower to be double the size of a normal walk-in. Their tub is pretty much a hot tub. Do with this what you will.

Jayce carries both his partners on his shoulders. He also can do many a set of pushups with both of them on his back. They’ve played chess against each other on Jayce’s back, while also asking for advice on chess moves.

Jayce and Mel have a game called “do not leave Viktor alone with Ambessa”. For everyone’s sake, they have been 100% successful. Jayce gets jealous, and the last thing Mel wants her mom to know is that they do share a taste in types of men. Viktor is unaware of this game. Ambessa is curious of the twink her daughter is hiding from her.

Mel is the first person who gets to see all their prototypes in action. She has also been woken up in the middle of the night when one (usually both) have an idea. She is 100% behind this, though she didn’t appreciate the time Viktor and Jayce woke her up for what ended up being a literal lamp re-design. They spent an hour talking about their genius and innovative light, powered by hextech, just for her to flick their bedside lamp on.

Mel has never laughed so much in her life since meeting and getting with them. She attributes these years as the best ones so far. Jayce and Viktor feel the same.

Viktor is just. Always in meetings now. Chilling out. What are you gonna do? Tell the de facto-head of council Jayce he can’t bring in his partner and tell the richest and also most influential member Mel she can’t bring in her other Boyfriend? Good luck.

He actually does not want to be in these meetings. He's there for moral support and the promises of coffee. Also Mel needs him to occasionally hit Jayce's chair with his cane when the other man starts to fall asleep.

He also sneaks notes to her of drawings and she's been mad (not really) ever since he made her snort really loudly due to his caricature of hoskel and salo. It's framed in their office.