#another year with no plans

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Send Me Your Valentine's Day Headcanons!

The rules for this challenge are simple... there are none! Simply send me:

a pairing (character x character or character x reader)

a Valentine's Day scenario. I will only be picking one of the prompts I receive. Work will be posted on Valentine's Day. Last year I did this same challenge with AOT characters and came up with these, as an idea of what to expect:

The Food of Love

Never Enough (thanks to @youre-ackermine) But, it doesn't have to be about these two idiots!

This year I'm extending it other fandoms too. Attack on Titan, Death Note, Bungou Stray Dogs, Yuri on Ice... whatever people want to read! Please send me your ask by Friday 9th February. Many many thanks! 🙏

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[puppyeared]

Alex and my farmer Cosmo (he/him)

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

it is. so weird to me that I'm having to say this again after a real-life cartoon supervillian already once ran for president on a platform of hatred & fascism and won, but.

it's November, please fucking vote

[bixels]

Jesus man, relax.

[avenoirn]

my store is back open again until feb 3! with a little surprise 🥰 (prints and other merch are available as well!) 💐

🩵 international / locals (🇮🇩) 🩵

shares are greatly appreciated! thank you for looking 💝

[vrisbian]

I will put this out in the world, considering we will in future seasons eventually see an adult Timmy.

I 100% give him the Channel Chasers ending, with him as a single father to his two children, and very busy with work. But in terms of his profession- I see him going into contract law if not ending up a defense attorney.

How many times in the show does Timmy solve the plot by contacting a lawyer. He has a whole musical movie where he learns the power of a loophole from law educated Flappy Bob. He spends 50 years as a child through learning all The Rules loopholes he can. This boy is going to be a lawyer.

[ruffaloon]

House & Wilson | I'm Your Man

hello house fandom. may toxic old man yaoi be upon you

[scumvillainess]

au where the entire plot of pidw gets derailed when shen qingqiu shows up with a baby and announces to the rest of the world that yue qingyuan got him pregnant.

(i think there’s a fanfic where sqq babytraps yqy but i just can’t find it for the life of me)

[inkclover]

Day 28: Lost and Found 🍼

Sorta a what-if scenario set in the future of Found

some sketches I made way back *hops awayyy*

[captainhysunstuff]

@lawlightweek2024 Day 2: Soul mates (sort of)!

L runs into a newly brandished Detective Light Yagami at a park, and the two easily reconnect~.

This wasn't my original plan for this prompt, but I still wanted to get across that these dudes just kind of... belong together, y'know?

[zishu-arts]

“SCAR PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON”

i rewatched 3rd life :(

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

When you try to Manipulate and Manwhore yourself out of a situation, and end up a Malewife.

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[robotpussy]

after crying for a week over my initial Halloween costume I went into my wardrobe to find anything I could as a back up/last minute costume. it safe to say I own Serena from MTV's downtown's closet :D!

[redhotarsenic]

THE STORM IS ABOUT TO RAGE!!

(for the lovely @nowfallc)