#baby's first ic post

[pantheon-panic]

"They really just don't do trials like they used to. Where's the twelve impossible tasks? The pit of snakes?" stealing from a higher being was a big no no, even in his own pantheon. At least the owl gods he detested owls, admitted to his misdeeds. That was half the battle.

[chloesimaginationthings]

My favourite FNAF animatronic: Funtime Miku!

Inspired by LOLBOTLOID’s post

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Hc of the day is:

Maverick is always tired after Carol dies

He has to take care of Bradley and balance everything else in his life

He feels like everything is falling apart all the time

And he doesn’t ask for help because that would mean admitting that he’s not capable of keeping it together and if he’s not capable of keeping it together then Goose and Carole trusted him for nothing

So he breaks up with ice because he doesn’t think it’s fair to Ice to date someone that’s not really there

And Ice just says “nuh uh” and stops waiting for Mav to ask for help and just fucking walks in one day and joins Mav’s chaotic routine like he belongs there

And he does

Ice doesn’t allow any complaints, he’s there and he’s not leaving

And for the first time in months Mav feels like he’s not trying to stop a building from collapsing on him

[girlwiththegreenhat]

hey when they wrote "knight behind bars" and they wrote kitt helping a couple get together and they gave him the line "Some day, it will be my turn" [to find love]. did they know what they were doing. did they know that in some 40 years some gay autistic robot-obsessed little freak on tumblr would not stop thinking about it for weeks and write literal dozens of paragraphs screaming about it on discord. did they know they were going to ruin Me, Specifically, with this concept that feels like the culmination of everything kitt has gone through through the show and such a fascinating thing to think about in regards to michael and kitt's relationship,

one of the themes of knight rider is kitt developing as a Person, developing a line between the Knight Industries Two-Thousand, and Kitt. discovering humanity, his own emotions, the joys of the seemingly and logically pointless, and often through the lens of his own driver, his partner, his friend, Michael - his primary guide through all these experiences, his reference for those human things he doesn't understand. and as much as he initially claims to not be capable of experiencing emotions, of understanding feelings, he learns to. he experiences a wide range of emotions through the show even while claiming he doesn't, he even learns fear and insecurity. perhaps it's only natural a robot would learn to love, or at the very least be terribly curious about it and wonder if such a thing could ever exist for Him

the majority of people are not exactly kind to kitt. they talk about him like he's not there, they talk about him like he's a machine, a novelty, some people are even scared of or disturbed by him when all he's trying to do is make polite conversation and company. he's always Othered - there's no other cars like him (at least not anymore), but there's no other person like him either, he doesn't truly belong among humans or vehicles. some of the technicians at FLAG don't even seem to fully respect him as a person, at least they don't based on my vague recollection of how they talk about him in Junkyard Dog. when Michael asks him after KARR is destroyed if it feels good to be one of a kind again, he doesn't say yes or no - he only says it's a "familiar feeling." it may be familiar, but it's surely also isolating, and i think that's something he'd realize as he slowly picks up this curiosity about love. where could he even find it when so few people see him as an equal person to begin with?

and then there's michael. oh my god, and then there's michael. no matter what flavor you choose to read it in, the whole show is about their relationship, they're a duo, a set Not to be separated, they're Partners. they work together, they worry about and look after each other (forever insane about when kitt was a melted shell, Michael stuck around the garage for hours, waiting for any news like a worried spouse, constantly checking on him every opportunity he got... encouraging him to recover, and even helping paint back on his protective coating... kitt always looks after michael, but for once, it's michael's turn to look after Him), in a way they were Made for each other - Kitt more literally, being programmed for Michael and holding his namesake, but Michael was also made in a sense for the pilot program, hand picked and given a second life to work for the foundation and with this strange supercar. and even if they had a rocky start, michael comes to view kitt as a person - car, TV set, or computer core, Kitt is his partner, his buddy. he helps him find himself, guides him and teaches him about these things that make us human, and in a way, kitt becomes human - but his entire experience is still through the perspective of an AI in a car, it's still very unique and isolating, and I think he sort of grows into his own limitations, he's finally brushing against the walls that define him.

he learns of love, and then he learns to dream Of love. these things he sees in the movies, that michael tells him about, that he so often sees michael Partaking in that he gets so oddly jealous of, doesn't it all seem so wonderful? he's very curious. but who could ever love steel and circuitry, who could ever see him as an equal let alone a partner in a romantic sense? who would ever love a car and all the limitations That comes with? it's a problem for a hypothetical hopeful Some Day, in the meantime stuck between two worlds where he doesn't perfectly belong to either, where no car Can love him and no human seemingly Would love him...

and michael loves him anyway. before either of them really realize or talk about it, in spite of everything, in any form, regardless of the fact it wouldn't be a typical relationship by absolutely any means, michael loves him anyway. kitt is as much a person to him as bonnie or devon or RC, and that person is someone he loves and cares for deeply. the feeling is mutual, kitt's world revolves around michael, he's one of the most important people in kitt's life, and he'd do anything to protect him.

and it is michael that will finally teach him to love, and what it means to feel loved in turn, to be loved as the person he undoubtedly is.

[heartbinders]

❝ Pachinko machines... ❞

[ask-my-memoir]

???: "Something you want?"

A lone Zoroark seems to have been busy working away and has stopped for a quick break. It appears he has noticed you.

Why not inquire about his activities?

[stolencrownsofplenty]

@skyfallstarlights : x

“ Ah, no I’m fine… I think ” Pyroite is shaking, ears laying flat against his head and tail twitching behind him. The usual form of his slightly melting as well to put the bitter sugar on top of it all. Despite his words of being fine, which doesn’t ring true, he’s quietly following them away from the scene. His eyes staying locked ahead that would sometimes flicker over to the other in hopes to keep his attention from lingering on what happened earlier.

“If I hadn’t known you better?  You could've fooled me in a heartbeat, my precious stardust.”  They softly whisper into their companion’s hovering ear with the slightest glance over their broad shoulder.  Would it be an outright lie if they weren’t terribly concerned with the delicate levels of their jester’s warping form, perhaps even trying to keep his attention with the lightest attempts of a feeble jest?  The warmth of their scarlet grip holds rigid upon their lover’s golden palm, the Lamb barely holding some restraint to not dig their duly sharp hooved tips into the other’s skin; for fear if they let go, he’d fly away with the way he spoke so… lightly.

Maybe much more than he ever did before.  Maybe it could’ve been nothing, or just a trick of the mind with how their own was already fraying at its edges for all their ancient age.  But they knew one thing for sure, the hivemind had been buzzing loudly over their own scattering thoughts; whispering and shaking with fright so incoherent that the Emperor couldn’t make a damn sense of it at all.  All they knew for sure though… The lot of its focus had been on Pyroite having fallen in the midst of the grassy shrine courtyard.

Through the wooden red doors of their church that snapped opened promptly at its god’s presence, the cool air of the Lamb’s familiar temple embraces the jester as they lead him into the golden jeweled room empty of its usual worshippers.  Candlelight dances and flickers across the yellow walls as they line along the Emperor’s altar, dimming only a little as they beckon their companion inside.  “Come, lay down, jes.”  The familiar chime of their many golden wedding bands sing their light tune as the Emperor turns to face their beloved.  “You should be able to relax a little here, where it’s most quiet.”  They look up towards the other with a furrowed set of brows, littered with worry.  “In here, you have no need to hold your form like this, please…”

Their ears fall flat in reflection of the starry deity’s light shaking.  “.. What happened out there, Pyroite?”  They whisper under the tense silence of the room.  “I would’ve been back sooner if you had called to me.  Not a moment goes by where I don't already bleed my heart out for you, now.”

[coolcarabiner]

schulz museum + a guy who was so happy to be there :’)

[hauntingblue]

Yabushige count your fucking days. I am so mad

[sunnibits]

hey, if you have arfid/any ed/any food sensitivity issues in general, do me a favor and reblog this and tell me these in the tags!: (as many or as little as you’d like - this is just for fun :))

- your current favorite safe food

- your favorite food in general

- one food that you can always manage to eat no matter what (if you have one!)

- one food that isn’t currently safe, but that you WANT to like or think you would like if you tried it

- the most recent new food that you have tried, and did you like it? (I’m so so proud of you either way!)

[slumbergoblin]

Slapping this list of... things.. that I've had for Stratos and Betrayus here on The Tumblr™ (Nothing is in order and uhhh some of this is not new and subject to change)

Stratos:

has bouts of insomnia (projecting? yes.)

has night terrors (they died down somewhat years after the loss of Betrayus)

partook in boxing to help pay for Betrayus's top surgery (Stratos was like, 18 - mid 20s, and Betrayus is a trans man lets freakingg goooo)

gets really into baking and gets really good at it

used to be a part of a jock clique in highschool

feels extreme guilt over the loss of his younger brother

does not like traveling or exploring (ironic, right?)

is only the president to protect his brother (Pacopolis was desperate during one of the last ghost wars and lost their former president, it probably wouldn't work like this but whatever)

doesn't like living in the roundhouse so he willingly drives 2 - 3 hours back to his actual house (Jesus Christ Stratos)

met Sir C during one of his final boxing matches (so Stratos was like, 24… 25 maybe??)

admires Betrayus for the hard work he does (not even close to canon but w/e this is my house now)

totally thinks for like, a good long while that Betrayus hates his guts

Betrayus (previously alive):

was forced to do many school activities, most of which he did not want to do

excelled throughout middle school and highschool

loves food (has eyes bigger than his stomach #same)

has been all over Pac world (he was in the military after all)

met Zac and Sunny while he was stationed (somewhere)

took part in the last war between ghosts and Pac Worlders (?)

the more he tagged along with Zac and Sunny the more he learned about the Nether Realm (whenever they ventured in there of course)

likes to write (wrote Mei letters while he was out doing military thingz™️ :))

has/had journals that were written during has years as a commander

grew more cold towards people growing up (probably due to the loss of his father)

grew less cold after slowly allowing himself to be more vulnerable (you can thank Mei for that)

used to have long hair that Rotunda would put into her signature-traitor-family-hairstyle©️

got called 'sir' at some point when he was little and had short hair (he realized he wanted to be a boy)

resents Stratos because he was often given everything while he had to work for what he wanted

grew distant from his brother and his mother (but never hated them)

is a really good liar (the only two who can tell when he is lying is Mei and Stratos)

gains a somewhat stone-cold expression just like his mother

Betrayus (ghost):

was banished to the Nether Realm because he was the suspected reason as to why so many people went missing

even ghosts that guard the entrance to the Nether Realm don't allow Betrayus to leave (there's a treaty-thing going on between both worlds)

wears gloves to not burn things (also has several gloves for several occasions)

he was given the role of being the new Lord of Fire

all of the Ghost Lords were iffy about Betrayus taking up Igneous's mantel (except for Kai and Una)

made himself look the way that he is now (originally he looked more like a normal ghost, but changed after becoming the new Lord)

ends up becoming super grouchy and cruel, by this time Pac is about to attend Maze High

eventually becomes friends with the ghost gang (the ghost gang also have a "hey wait- you're the reason we're down here!" moment)

has some heart-to-heart conversations with Butler from time to time

becomes absolutely livid when he hears that Stratos is now the President

has not seen Elli since she was a newborn

(this one is a brand new thought) he 'plays his part' when he notices how Pacopolis sees him I.E. he's like "you see me as the bad guy? Fine. I'll be the bad guy."

probably ended up a fire ghost because of his passion to fight for what he thinks is right (he's loud and unapologetic for it)

Uhhh I think that is all... for now...

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

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[dichotomousvariable]

for @key2earth | accidental concert-crashing <backdated a few months>

wooseok doesn't mind going to concerts alone; in fact, he's used to it. being an avid enjoyer of music of all types meant that his most indie, underground musical interests were just that—his, and his alone. occasionally he'd meet others at venues, but these were usually fleeting interactions that didn't continue.

usually. ziying is a notable exception, but even then, it's not like they're friends. after they met a few weeks ago at a different indie band's show, they ended up chatting, going home together... but she had made it rather clear that this was a one-time event only.

wooseok was fine with that. he's still fine with that. but that doesn't change the fact that he'd thought to invite her to this very show, too. would that be weird? is it weird to try and be friends after a one night stand?

he notices ziying's presence near the end of the show. he never claimed to be an observant individual, especially not when he's lost in the music, paying attention as they play a slew of his favorites. it's not until his nullivi patch starts to wear off, and he can hear her in his head. he's found that familiar voices can wiggle their way through the nullivi barrier as it's nearing the end of its effective period; it's quiet, but it's there, and he's certain that he'd recognize her voice anywhere.

what's weirder: going over to say hi, or acting like he doesn't know she's there? maybe it doesn't matter. maybe she hasn't seen him yet; after all, she doesn't have the telepathy benefit to finding others in a crowd.

maybe? maybe. there aren't many people there, though, so it's hardly a crowd. he drinks from the plastic cup in his hand—it's some gross, cheap beer, but maybe it would make him less all in his head about this. he's overthinking it, as he tends to do. he turns his attention back to the finale songs. he doesn't hear her anymore.

for a bit, at least. then, curiosity gets the best of him, and he wonders if she's noticed him, too—he focuses back in, straining to hear that familiar voice through the nullivi-induced haze.

[oflostinfound]

|| 💛 ||: " Spirits Dammit I almost forgot about her birthday! Fuck me what am I going to do? "

[prcttyinpcnk]

She wipes the tears from her eyes. No time for feeling sorry for herself now. Phiona's never been one to break a promise, and it's hard to believe that she's starting now. She makes sure her guitar bag is secure on her back and tightens her gloves. Mic? Check. Guitar. Check. Healing potions? Check. Yo-yo? Check. Guillotine Necklace? Check. Tarot Deck? Check. Faithful angel doll, familiar companion? Check and holding her hand.

She cared. She cared so much. All her efforts. Every song she wrote about standing up and fighting when the call to action comes. To fight for your home and everyone in it. What kind of hypocrite would she be if she just stayed home? This wasn't even a pride thing. It was guilty conscious. She knew for a fact that if her boss got hurt while he was fighting, or worse, she would never forgive herself. Knowing people could get hurt, knowing that she could've done something, has never been her bag. Never again. She just watched and the image of her battered and bloodied mother entered her mind. She made a promise to herself that day. She made a promises she'd be stronger to protect those she cared for, and as much as she hated admitting this to herself, that was more important than the promise she made to Mr. Spaghetti.

"...Sorry Boss."

In that instant, the door flies open, along with her wings and halo. Her guitar, when it wasn't bashing the duplicates to goop, was blasting spells like a canon. She channeled all her rage and deep passion to protect into each one of her spells.

"You won't hurt another person as long I'm around, you hack!! You want a show?! I'll give you a show!!"

[chuluoyi]

✎ baby to the rescue

- gojo satoru x reader

in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~

note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.

"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"

Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.

If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...

Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!

You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—

—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.

"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"

Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—

"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"

Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.

"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"

No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."

Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—

"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"

You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"

Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"

You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!

You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.

He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...

Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"

"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"

"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...

Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—

"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.

The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"

"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"

You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"

By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:

"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."

After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.

Epilogue

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"

Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.

Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.

"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"

Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.

"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"

Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—

Whack!

It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.

"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"