#curly enrichment

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

With the suddenness of being snuggled up by his other self it did cause Curly to tense up slightly before easily just relaxing. In fact, Curly even loosely wrapped his arms around his duplicate.

It was nice, it’s like hugging yourself but even better. It’s almost familiar, it’s also warm so it brings a nice layer of comfort that eases most of his thoughts.

…Where had this sort of feeling been when this situation happened last time? Why was it better this time around?

The arms wrapped around his other self tightened slightly as he buried himself more into the snuggling. Something nice, something new. Maybe it was worth eating a tainted pie for a moment like this.

@autumn-joyce @curlygrant44

[Oh hey, Odessa's running in! She looks absurdly panicked, though.]

Captain, put that pie down NOW.

I'm well aware you've already had some, but do NOT consume any more! There's 200mg in that whole thing! -☆

[Seeing the other run in did give Curly a tiny bit of a scare but also at what he got told made him panic a lot more. So Curly just tries to calmly place his plate down.]

Well shit. That explains the weird taste, which I was thinking was a weirdly baked pie.

[pipskippy]

fallen oc sketches…i never get tired of drawing lily’s curls <3

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pony becoming scared of fire after everything thats happened has run its course,,,,where r all my “pony gets a fixation on fire” truthers at,,,

i like thinking about pony asking for a lighter for his cigarette and he lights it but then just keeps looking into the lighters fire and curlys just staring at him not knowing what to do bc hes noticed hes done that quite a bit before

[trulyhblue]

hello hello!!! can i request a niamh fic wheres shes dating a single parent and niamh just treats the kid like her own because the other parent isn't in the picture?! sorry if this doesn't make sense lmao

Brown-Eyed Girl

Niamh Charles x Reader

warnings — bit suggestive at the end.

A little baby blurb for you all <3

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Emmeline had a tight grip on your hips as you swayed her exhilarated figure across your chest. You had finally gotten out of the house, a Spiderman backpack adorned by your side, and your daughter babbling on about the day the two of you were about to have.

Despite popular belief, being a single parent was the greatest gift you had ever received. You had Emmeline just shy of three years ago, and she quickly became your best friend through everything. Your daughter was a spitting image of you, but the contributions of your past partner still took over her brown, beady eyes, and gorgeous skin.

Emmeline was shy. She was personal and dainty, and only said what she could in phrases of mumbles to people she wanted close to. In many ways, she was a ray of sunshine, willing to stand out and be bold with friends and family. But she was your baby, your darling girl since you had found out you were pregnant, and she was your biggest priority no matter what.

When you first met Niamh, Emme was the one to tell you that the two of you were meant to be.

The English woman was patient and willing, even when she first found out you had a child to love and care for over her. If anything, she found you all the more endearing. Niamh would take her out for cafe dates, and walk her to and from preschool on the way to training. Emmeline would rant on and on about how Niamh would give her the best tickles, and when your baby was near, Niamh was always not far behind.

Your daughter undoubtedly looked up to the footballer. The first Chelsea game you attended was in the general admission seating, amongst the bustle of enriched fans and excitement radiating through cheers and screams. Niamh spotted the two of you in the crowd, offering you a nimble, modest wave, resulting in Emme giggling into your neck and pointing to the woman, rambling on about how she “wanted to be smart like Mummy but fast like ‘evie.”

Emme had trouble properly pronouncing her words. ‘Niamh’ was proven to be among the difficulties she endured, and all her little mouth could muster was ‘evie.’ It was short, and abbreviated, but full of love and adoration all the same.

After a few more games, watching the girl you were quickly falling for, people began to piece together the subtle clues of your relationship with the Chelsea player.

It all started with a fan taking a photo with Niamh after a game, and you were in the passenger seat, casually looking down at your phone oblivious to the photo being taken. At first, people brushed it off as you being a friend. But then, two weeks later, the same thing happened, but with Emmeline nuzzled underneath Niamh’s puffer jacket, her curly brown hair and reddened cheeks poking out from her collar.

Fans were reeling to piece together who this child was, and why you were all of a sudden showing up to games. The funny thing was that the two of you hadn’t even started dating yet. It was when Emmeline started asking when her Evie would move in, and whether she would ever stay to read her a bedtime story before going back to her place.

It was from there when you spent your weekends covered in a blue jersey with your girlfriend’s last name across your shoulders, forever wrapped around her finger with the warmth of your love and your daughter’s affection.

“Mummy— mummy! Will Auntie Guro be there?” Emmeline was wiping her nose on her sleeve, cradling the soft plushy toy in her arms as you held her closely to your chest. “Auntie Guro, I need to tell her.”

The walk through Chelsea’s facilities were long to say the least. The buildings seemed to prolong for miles, and you knew that if the baby in your arms was to be walking, she wouldn't be in the same, happy mood as she was now. “I'm not sure, Emme baby. Why, what do you want to tell her?”

“Talk about something, Mummy. Haven't seen Auntie in ages.” She dragged out, looking around the corridors in search of anyone she knew. “Will we be able to see Aggie as well? I wanna talk to her too, Mummy, please.”

“They might be busy with the cameras, darling girl.” You answered, finally hearing the familiar laughter of the team.

Today was media day, meaning spouses were allowed to roam the grounds at their own discretion. Emme was feeling good when she found out that she was coming to Niamh’s work with the rest of her aunts to talk to. While this didn't necessarily mean she was free to interact with any of them at any time, Emme was more concerned about simply being in their presence, and this was shown when she caught sight of Niamh sitting on a lounge in front of two interviewers, while none other than Guro sitting next to her.

Immediately, Emmeline squirmed in your grip but knew better than to sprint over to your girlfriend. This wasn't the first time the two of you had made your special appearances during Media allocations, so the girl knew that she wasn't permitted to leave your side and wander off in case she was caught with some unwanted attention.

You were fussed with the media involved in Emme, but you wanted to keep the engagement less on her and more on football. You knew people loved Emme, believe you. But there was sketchy stuff over social media, and you wanted to make sure that even with your daughter spending time with Niamh and her teammates in front of the public eye, it was minimal and harmless. There was never a time when someone would ask you to put her in a video or tell you that people wanted to ask her questions or put her in a position where you couldn't be there to aid and support her. On top of these precautions you implemented, Niamh was also significantly protective over the toddler.

If she was taking photos with fans, and Emme was on her hip, she’d either face the girl away from the camera or hide her in her jacket. You would oftentimes keep Emme with you when the two of you were in the football community, but there were a handful of times when people caught you off guard, and Emme was where nether of you were holding her.

Most of the time, people were accommodating in your rejection of interaction. Sometimes, they’d wait for you to keep Emme by your side before asking for a picture or question. Other times, Emme would latch onto your leg, hiding herself away from the strangers, acknowledging that she wasn't looking for attention.

“Wanna see them, Mummy,” Emme whispered, drawing excited circles along your collarbone. You combed your fingers through her hair, strolling over to where you were behind the cameras, looking to where your girlfriend and your daughter’s favourite Auntie found you in an instant.

Niamh instantly stood up off the couch, bending down to beckon Emme over. You bent down and let her go, laughing at the potent stomps echoed through the indoor establishment and the squeal she let out when falling into her arms.

“If it isn't the main character herself!” One of the interviewers said, the other smiling in adoration as Emmeline wrapped her legs around Niamh’s waist instinctively, making your girlfriend tuck her skirt under her legs, sitting the girl on her lap with her arms encircling the girl’s figure.

“Looking bright as ever, Y/N!” Guro waved brightly towards you. “How are you?”

“Yeah, good. Busy morning with this one.” You replied, a collective laughter ricocheting through the room. “She’ll knock out soon. She’s just had a hot chocolate, and the sugar rush will end.”

“She's so cute.” The Norwegian stated, moving down to make close eye contact with Emme, who was already giggling at the woman’s presence. “Aren't you, vakker? Jeg er din favoritt, ikke sant?” I'm your favourite, aren't I?

“Ja, jeg elsker deg, Auntie Guro.” Yes, I love you.

Guro blushed and cooed at that, kissing your daughter’s nose and pinching her cheeks with a loving smile plastered across her face. Niamh took the jacket off, the warmth of Emmeline’s body heating her enough. You watched the teammates continue their interview, smiling at the subtle wink Niamh sent your way.

They had asked Emme a few questions indirectly, asking you before if it was okay. You agreed, finding Niamh’s prompts completely adorable.

Emme would ramble about stuff that wasn't even related to the question, but Niamh would subtly steer her back in the right direction. If Emme was getting ditsy, she’d bounce her thigh in jitters, sending the toddler back into a relaxed, comfortable state.

As you predicted, Em fell asleep fifteen minutes later, quietly snoring, relishing the patterns Niamh drew on her back, gripping onto Guro’s hand absentmindedly. You had taken a seat behind the set, replying to some emails, half listening to the questions being asked in what seemed to be a podcast of sorts.

When they finished, Niamh and Guro invited you onto the couch, letting you take Emme from Niamh with a peck of her lips.

“If you ever want to spend time without her, I would happily take her,” Guro announced, rubbing the child’s cheek. “Oh, she's so cute. I'm jealous of you, Charles. An adorable baby and a hot girlfriend.”

Niamh shot the woman a testing look, shaking her head at the laughter you let out in response.

“You would give her too many sweets, Reiten,” Niamh replied. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks when her arms fell across your shoulders. “You wouldn't be able to say no to her.”

Guro scoffed. “Who would be able to say not to such a beautiful baby?”

Niamh chuckled. “Point proven.”

That was the last of Niamh’s duties for today, meaning that the two of you were homebound after a few more minutes of talking with Guro.

You both thanked the crew and other members of staff on the way out, trying your best to be quiet in order not to wake the baby up.

“Where’s your car?” Your girlfriend asked, searching for your keys in the spiderman bag.

“We walked.” You replied, taking Niamh’s keys out of her jean’s pockets and handing them to her.

“No wonder she's so tired, baby. I could of picked you up.”

“She only walked halfway, Niamhy, baby.” You rolled your eyes, sighing. “She's gotten the expectation that someone will carry her whenever she feels like it.”

You threw a pointed glare at the woman, smirking at her guilty face.

“She's a princess.” Niamh retorted. “If her feet are sore, I’ll carry her.”

“She's becoming very demanding, I think.”

“She's a good girl.” She answered, watching as you buckled the sleeper into her seat. “Don't act like you're not demanding at times.”

You scoffed, climbing into the passenger seat with a prominent, joking scowl. “And when have I been demanding, huh? I don't recall asking you to carry me round everywhere.”

“Oh, I can,” Niamh responded smugly. Your eyebrows creased in confusion. “Don't you remember the other night? Acting very demanding and ended up not walking properly the next day… had you begging and shaking for me to—”

“—Yep, okay, thank you.” You snapped, crossing your arms across your chest. “I doubt that if you just had edged for four consecutive orgasms you’d feel inclined to walk around.”

“If you had been good, then you would've just had the orgasms, not the edging.”

“Let's not talk about this with the baby in the car.” You muttered, trying hard not to think about the events of a few nights before.

“Alright, darling. Just remember that good girls get rewards.”

You sighed, your cheeks heating up. “You're a tease, Charles.”

Niamh didn't reply, keeping her hand on your thigh all the way home, making sure to keep her complacent countenance noticeable until you made it home.

“You love me for it.”

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niamh charles

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niamh charles — family bits

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Comments:

yourusername — we love our Evie 💕

^ niamhcharles — love my girls 💗

guroreiten — niesen min er like vakker som mammaen hennes 🤍

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^ yourusername — emme’s missing her auntie guro all the time xx

user78 — this is my roman empire. if this fails, I fail.

^ user23 — this is girlhood.

^ user28 — baby emme is literally living our dreams

^ user98 — Y/N living mine 😋

samanthakerr — baller baby 👶

^ yourusername — 🤣

milliebright — I bags the next interview 🥰

^ niamhcharles — sorry, guro already did

^ milliebright — emme likes me more

^ guroreiten — its time to face the truth

^ milliebright — 😐

user4 — Emme is the cutest toddler I have ever seen

^ user90 — the way she crawls into Niamh and wraps her legs around her in the interview 😭 she is such a good mother I can't

^ user65 — wait is Emme Niamh’s child or Y/N’s?

^ user90 — Y/N is Emme’s mother, but Niamh is another parental figure for Emme.

chelsea — pro contract incoming?? @yourusername

^ yourusername — she likes the colour red more I think…

^ milliebright — what have you done? @niamhcharles

^ niamhcharles — this is simply not true.

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CHELSEA WFC PODCAST WITH GURO REITEN & NIAMH CHARLES FT. SPECIAL GUEST

time — 13 minutes, 36 seconds.

Interviewer one — if it isn't the main character herself

Guro — *looking off camera* Looking bright as ever, Y/N. How are you?

Y/N, Niamh Charles’ partner — yeah good. Busy morning with this one…

* time skip*

Interviewer — so Niamh, on a more personal note, how is everything going?

Niamh — yeah, really good. I'm really happy at the moment. *looks down and off camera* I've got a lot of love for others at the moment, and a lot of things that I look forward to seeing after training, games, and just work in general. Yeah, it's been really great, actually.

Interviewer — how’s it been with a child in the mix? How have you found that?

Niamh — um, yeah, it's been great. Look, I'm very privileged to be in this one's life. She's my favourite little girl in the whole world, and I just love her to bits. She's incredible, her mother’s so admirable, and I'm just glad that I'm in her life.

Interviewer — you look a bit jealous over their, Reiten.

Guro — *sighs* Emme is just— ugh I cannot even put it into words. She's just brought the team so much closer. I don't know how, but all children just bring this innocence that wasn't there before, and Emme is just so beautiful, and always brings so much light to everyone’s day. And I think she’s made Niamh’s life so much brighter too. Jesus, you don't understand how much I love this little baby girl.

Niamh — im scared you're going to steal her one day

Guro — oh, I will. Her and your girlfriend if you're not careful.

* Y/N laughs off camera*

Niamh — Hey! Don't laugh about that!

Guro — See! Even she agrees.

__________________

A/N — ugh how I love baby fics.

[tatsumi-rin]

Anyone else thought about this?

With the popularity of Mouthwashing as a game, I've seen people who talk about it talk about the mouthwash itself as a metaphor for Jimmy (and they're definitely correct in their read imo), but dear god NO ONE is talking about it as a potential metaphor for Pony Express itself as a company.

This is an item considered to be an essential. It is a dental hygiene product dentists would generally recommend you have. 99.9% of bacteria gone - but this one is loaded with sugar. Using this is going to be detrimental to its own cause and probably worse than using no mouthwash at all.

Pony Express? No matter your start, it seems like a good, stable job and a promising future. People will always need goods transported to other planets. It even has a cute mascot representing pride in their work that they sell toys of to kids!

Butttttt, the caveats. Oh boy, the caveats. All of those cute images are done to soften the blow of little red pieces of text about how doing things to the point of basically existing means your credits are going to get docked - something that's just as much Aperture Science-esque dark humor as horrible foreshadowing. Late delivery? Docked. Resting in any manner for more than five hours? Docked. Using medical support in any manner? Docked. REPORTING ISSUES TO HR??? MOTHER. FUCKING. DOCKED.

And trying to avoid any of those dockings; those detriments? Pretty much impossible, and that would spell doom for anyone: including members of a certain ship. With every one of those rules, if they survived that payout would be hilariously low. The usual rules; made by out of touch people in fancy suits.

The members of the Tulpar all (mostly) had reasons to be there, even at radically different life stages. Reasons why they needed the work, and reasons why it should fulfill those reasons and enrich their lives.

It was meant to be Jimmy's ticket away from struggling on earth. It was meant to be Daisuke gaining direction in life. It was meant to be Anya finally getting into medical school. It was meant to be Swansea gaining a stable and fulfilling life as he made it into sobriety, and it was meant to be Curly making it further up into his career path with glowing words of praise.

As per capitalism's usual spiel that we were even shown in the game itself via public domain cartoon, taking this job was meant to be joyous opportunity and innovation for their lives; but with so many flaws in the system around them around them - including the words on those posters - just trying to find benefit in the system they needed in order to survive was nothing more than fatal poison. The dead pixel, the sugar, and the 0.1% all working together.

[ridingtorohan]

Generic Headcanons for the Tulpar Crew!

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Curly can't bowl. Absolutely can not. As coordinated as he is, this sport is absolutely not under his forte. Somehow, he gets all strikes or only one pin down.

Used to have a bubble blowing pipe as a kid. Still collects bubble blowers but doesn't really use them.

Sentimental in that he doesn't throw gifts away, even if he knows he won't use them. Has them neatly packed away in boxes

His hair is usually slightly frizzy and brushed on trips but back at home, he does the full oil, scrunch, curl routine, resulting in amazing curls

Prefers vanilla ice cream

Diagnosed insomniac. Sleeps like the dead when he does actually sleep; his heart rate slows down a lot so he actually scared a few roommates in the past

Hairy chest

Usually wears two shirts. After the crash, he's far more sensitive to temperature changes and bundles up, even if it's sweltering outside

Has a nasty scar on his knee from when he tripped as a kid. Didn't get stitches but probably should've

Listens to a mix of rock and foreign music, even when he doesn't know what they're saying

Wanted to be an astronaut but settled for becoming a pilot

Curly was an only child to a single mother. She had a serious disease that had him taking care of them both at a young age. He used the insurance money to become a pilot. She really believed in his dream.

Slightly colorblind (mixes up yellow and green) but by the time he's an adult he's able to tell the shades apart, so it didn't affect his pilot's course

Really enjoys raisin toast and cheese whiz.

A little forgetful. Usually keeps a notepad in his pocket or his keys on a long string

Can imitate accents really well, especially Southern drawls

Has English ancestry

Secretly terrified of the concept of the immortal snail

Daisuke sings horribly, but in such a charismatic way that somehow gets everyone joining in.

Does very bad puppetry, usually with socks. However, he's surprisingly good at miming.

He likes to draw!

He alternates between being the absolute boss at video games vs scoring almost nothing.

However! He's the absolute king at dance dance revolution and guitar hero.

Can't sit still for puzzles but surprisingly has a lot of fun with games like candy crush (and is really good at it)

Likes lemon hard candies

Pours whipped cream on anything. Bread? Whipped cream. Coffee? Whipped cream. Swansea had to kick that habit out of him

On that note: sweet tooth

Drools in his sleep and has the worst bedhead known to man

Has three sisters, all older and with set careers. He loves them a lot, despite feeling inadequate sometimes. He also has two moms!

Can't hold his liquor BUT surprisingly can never get drunk off of cold medicine

Watches a lot of thrillers, action and romcoms. Is always captivated by them (and cries a little when the couple gets together)

Quotes Mean Girls a lot

Was definitely a Disney kid. Belts into Lion King songs all the time (Swansea wants to strangle him)

Listens to screamo when he's tinkering with machines (usually with cars or where he can't readily change the songs)

Otherwise has a playlist that has songs from every genre. Never skips any of them.

Believes in sasquatch. Vehemently.

Tends to have bad luck with electronics, usually sparking himself somehow. His electronics usually have a lot of scuff marks and dented corners but surprisingly no cracked screens

Fluent in Spanish and passing in at least three other languages

Knows beauty routines better than most people do (including social media infleuncers)

Either has flawless skin or has a strict routine to prevent breakouts.

Definitely had a crush on Marty McFly poster in his bedroom. Still does.

Jimmy is, surprisingly, a good writer. He usually drops them only a few chapters in, but they're captivating and really enriched

Taps his foot a lot

Scrunches up his face when he's concentrating, often comically so

Absolutely hates black coffee but refuses to drink any other.

Says he hates the song that's playing but 9/10 he'll be nodding along to it. Absolutely despises Swansea and Anya's playlists

If the person he hates likes a song/movie/snack, he'll absolutely hate it. Even if he loved it before.

Sleeps with his arms crossed and head tipped back

Knows a lot about a bit of everything but in a weird way. Such as how to replace a car radio but not how to hot wire a car

Acts like the "tsundere" trope where he's mean if he likes someone

Prefers uniform clothing and goes for simple button ups otherwise

Somehow always finds himself at the receiving end of gossip. He knows all the tea but doesn't care enough to share it

Crazy skilled at board games, especially strategy and Monopoly. May or may not cheat. The absolute biggest sore loser

Mint or rocky road is his go-to ice cream snack. eats ice cream cones from the bottom up

Really good at visual puzzle solving. ("How many cubes are there?", mazes, etc)

Plays guitar and does it well. Favourite song to play is probably Country Roads

Hates the song Pumped Up Kicks. The school he used to go to before meeting Curly had way too many incidents to be comfortable.

Somehow, he does really well at baking those fancy deserts. Souffles, creme brulees, macarons, caramel, you name it. Probably would have made it as a chef somewhere

Always packs light and never keeps anything. Doesn't even have cards to the stores he frequents a lot.

Usually has a lighter or one of those "7 tools in 1" tool in his pocket.

Gets super bored with horror and nature documentaries. A fan of thriller and action though.

Somehow winds up with 57 pens in his drawers. He's never sure where they come from.

Likes to keep his facial hair short or with a shadow. It makes him feel unkempt if he goes longer.

He's more of a hands-on kind of guy, preferring to be outside in the fresh air instead of reading a book or watching TV.

Salted pretzels are his go-to snack.

Anya wears contacts (based on the soundtrack cover art)

Licks her finger before turning a page of the book and dog-ears to bookmark it

Always has ink smudges on her fingers. She never knows how it gets there

Twirls pens when she's lost in thought

She has a neutral resting face, so when she smiles or frowns, it crinkles a bit but you can always tell it's genuine

Never keeps her hair short; it always leaves her itchy. Closest she'll get is chin length

She's definitely a homebody

She doesn't often like switching hobbies but when she does, she focuses all her attention on it. However, it takes her a really long time to master it, leaving her discouraged.

Had difficulties in school.

All her books are filled with highlighted passages and writings in the margin

Tummy sleeper with her face smooshed in a pillow

Sleepwalks in a horrifying way. She'll stand at the foot of the bed and say cryptic things like, "He knows you're here" before walking away. Doesn't remember it the next day.

Prefers tea over coffee and dark chocolate

Doesn't really care for ice cream but likes freezies and Gelato

Prefers dogs over cats and loves labradors, even though she doesn't have the energy for them

Never could stomach the smell of puke or fecal matter

Doesn't know how to swim

Absolutely burns in the sun, no matter how much sun screen she uses.

She drives with audio books on, or while she's studying. Constant interruptions stress her out

Knows how to play the flute!

Has a few Russian lullabies memorized and knows the translations for them, though she doesn't know much Russian otherwise.

Mother died young, so it was her and her dad for a long time. She never felt like she lived up to his expectations.

Really close to her cousin growing up, who acted like an older sister to her.

Somehow, knows all the obscure lore about haunted locations and folklore. While she believes in ghosts, she doesn't believe in other entities.

Never swears. It's just not who she is.

Anya listens to a lot of indie and instrumental music.

She once had a pet parakeet named Timothy but gave it to her cousin when she tried to study for med school.

She has a music box, gifted to her by her mother before her passing. It's one of her prized possessions. Anya plays it before sleeping.

She likes to watch silent movies, black and white, and those that relate to her experiences in life.

Audrey Hepbern is consequently her favourite actress.

While most of her books are educational or self-help, she owns a few classics like Moby Dick and Pride & Prejudice.

Swansea knows how to crochet

He's a GOD at gambling. Everyone is sure that he's cheating, but it's honestly a lot of skill

While he doesn't know any other languages, he knows enough basic phrases to navigate in most foreign countries.

Very old in his ways (men must be gentlemen type thing) but progressive in others

Doesn't vote

Annoyed when Daisuke arrived in his floral shirt. Not because Daisuke skirted past the full uniform but because Swansea owns a lot of them (and oddly enough, many that match with Daisuke). So he never gets out of uniform

Can fall asleep anywhere

He's the fastest typer out of the Tulpar crew, second only to Daisuke

Still uses a Nokia phone though

Listens to podcasts or radio stations, but if he ever sits down for TV, it's usually dramas (think, SVU or Young & The Restless). Gets super invested in the soap dramas, even if he swears he doesn't or otherwise. He knows everyone's names and backstories off hand.

Gets grumpy if you turn off the show he's watching.

Tried growing a beard once. Never again

Keeps photos of his entire family in his wallet. Mother? There. Wife? There. Kids? There. His dentist? Somehow, there.

Never went to AA. He doesn't exactly deter people from drinking, but he'll outright shove people in chairs and take their car keys if they're too drunk to drive

Owns a really beat-up sports car. The upkeep is horrible, but it's what he got in the divorce, and he won't trade it for anything. Let Daisuke drive it exactly once (1)

Took wrestling and boxing in his youth! He gives a mean right hook. He still has the arm muscles from it

Absolutely cannot stand sticky, tacky items. Hates the feel of gum on his hands. Okay with chewing it.

Very efficient at multitasking! Even if it looks like he's focused on something, he notices things from his peripheral vision asap. Also weirdly attuned to Daisuke and just knows when he's grabbing something that he shouldn't

Scary good intuition about people.

Absolute king at barbecuing. Steak is his favourite food, especially accompanied with beer (he misses those days), roasted mini potatoes and garlic vegetables.

Makes the meanest stew and soup you've ever known. Throws the absolute wildest ingredients into the pot, but it comes out miraculous every time.

Adds salt and pepper to his meal anytime anyone else is cooking. Even if it was adequately seasoned

Knows how to ride a horse!

His part of the city isn't the best (high crime rate), but all the kids know his name and go to him whenever they need to escape from home or a warm meal. He doesn't know why they're so drawn to him, but something about Swansea makes them feel secure. It's put him in the good graces of the not-so-good folk and he's left well enough alone by them.

Definitely owns a shotgun and probably had to fend thieves away from his home prior to that though.

Definitely has Irish and Scottish ancestry. Maybe a bit of German.

[icarusredwings]

Great now im thinking about wade smelling a bit too much like blood after a mission and Logan, whos in a playful mood, starts randomly stalking him. Im talking, eyes locked, head down, all fours kind of stalking. Slowly taking a step each time Wade looks away or blinks.

And its one of those scenes where Wade's GENUIENLY terrified. Starts off with him nervously laughing like "Haha- yeah. Funny, peanut... now stop it.... wolvie- Stop it... I said stop it!!" And he squeals and giggles because he loves playing with him but DAMN he's scary!!

Every instinct in wades body is screaming at him to run but he knows if he runs then Logan is gonna lock on and get his ass fr. So he tries to stand there, trying not to shake and tells him stop messing around. "S-stop! Wolvie quit it out! Youre gonna make me piss myself!" He tells him, wanting Logan to give up the bit, the game of hunting that he (one sidedly) decided they were playing.

Wade screaming and running away as fast as his legs will carry him, turning into a huge game of hide and seek in their tattered bloody suits. The people of New York are now used to watching Wade zoom down the street panicking while Logan is BOOKING it behind him like a wild cat, snarling.

He manages to find an abandoned building and tries to hide, silencing his breath and staying extremely still. But he forgot something. Logan can smell him. So, here's Wade, about to shit his pants and not giggle his head off because HOLY SHIT this is fun. And then there's a grown 200 year old man sniffing him out like a blood hound each time until he finally catches him, pouncing on him and sinking his claws and teeth into him, shaking him to the point Wade is screeching.

"Wait wait wAIT LOGAN!! Eeeeeehh!! No!! No, no bting- Ouch! Hey!! Stop that- OW! Aye!! Get your hands off me mist- EEEEHHH!! No!! Peanut I have ZERO nutritional value! Stop it! I'll tell santa!! YEOUCH!! THATS MY ARM YOU ASS HOLE!! Hey!!! Come back with that!"

With giggles, yelling, snarles, growls, and many...MANY blood sounds. Including ripping off his arm and running away with it like a dog stealing your sock.

By the end of the day, Logan is out cold, snoring in Wades lap and getting the best sleep of his life. Wade is also sleeping, sitting up and dreaming as his hand stays on Logan's curly head.

His other arm got hit by a car so now he has to regrow another.

Domesticated Wolverines still needed to hunt and maul once inawhile...

They do this once a month. It's enrichment for them both.

[whxtedreams]

Gray and All

A jackson joel x reader drabble

Summary: He’s so fucking beautiful. Gray and all.

Word Count: 0.8k

tags: just fluff. mention of Joel's anxiety.

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entry one.

Gray and All

I find myself transfixed, captivated by a single, perfectly shaped curl at the back of Joel's head. His back to me. It is a small detail, unseen - uncared for by most. A soft smile spreads across my face, a silent appreciation for the natural beauty of those curls beginning to form as they find safety in Jackson. The way the curl has twisted and coiled is simply beautiful. How the gray strands shine.

As I continue to gaze at the graying curl, my thoughts wander further. I imagine the salty ocean breeze gently gliding through it, tousling it in a carefree manner. It is an idle thought, but it leads to more questions. Would he enjoy the ocean, with its vast expanse and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing on the shore? And perhaps the most important question of all, would he find joy in sharing that moment with me by the ocean? With my hair in the same mess as we complain about being covered in sand. Together.

I think he would. I hope he will. Because I want nothing more than to spend every waking moment with him, until his entire curly mess of a head is gray.

And then, in a movement that stops my heart in its tracks, he turns towards me. As the lone curl falls onto his forehead, his eyes meet mine, and the smile that spreads across his face sets off a flurry of emotions within me.

Tommy is talking to him, but Joel’s not listening. Not really. I hadn’t told him I would join him tonight, yet he turned the second I walked through the back gate as if he could sense me. His heart forever reaching for mine.

The air is charged with a new energy as my heart comes to life once more, hammering in my chest with renewed vigor at the sight of his smile. Time seems to stand still as our gazes lock, his eyes shining in the summer sun.

He’s so fucking beautiful. Gray and all.

My smile reaches my eyes, and my heart aches with the depth of my affection for him. It might kill me. I don’t think I would mind if it did. My eyes hold his gaze, silently begging him to see not just my smile, but the love that overflows from my very being and threatens to consume me. In that moment, it is as if the world has vanished, leaving only the two of us in his brother’s backyard and the profound emotions that bind us.

Tommy nudges his brother, rolling his eyes as he scolds him for not listening. Joel takes his eyes off me as he apologizes. His curls sway as he talks. 

I move towards the empty chair beside him and his hand instinctively reaches out to guide me as I take my seat. The touch of his hand is tender and reassuring. The mere presence of his hand, an unspoken invitation that feels as natural as the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

"Hey, you," Joel whispers, his voice laden with an intimacy that sends shivers down my spine. His hand, still resting on my skin, twitches slightly, betraying a subtle anxiety coursing through him. In that moment, his entire attention is fixated solely on me, the rest of the world fading into the background.

"Hey, you," I reply, my voice a soft whisper. My hand moves with tenderness, delicately twirling the lone curl on his forehead before tracing a gentle path down his face to come to rest at the base of his neck.

“Thank you for coming.” Joel says. A small smile flashes before it disappears again.

“If you ask me to be, I’ll be here.” I say, and I mean it.

As Joel turns to face his brother, a genuine smile graces his lips, and I watch the man I love in a moment of familial camaraderie. I soak in his presence, noticing the subtle changes time has brought to his appearance, the gray strands beginning to mix with the darker curls. But through all of it, his essence remains unchanged, the beauty that first captivated me now deepened and enriched by the passage of time.

And in the safe haven of his heart, I find myself making a home, a cozy space that is all my own. The love I share is not just an infatuation or a fleeting whim, but a deep, enduring connection that I cherish with every fiber of my being. The knowledge that he allows me in, that he trusts me enough to hold a special place within the core of his being, fills me with an unmatched sense of peace and belonging.

Now, until we’re both gray and in the grave, I’ll be here. Beside him.

an. this is my first entry of drabbles i'm writing. just thoughts, scenes and feelings towards Joel. Just small scenes I have that dont fit into anything im writing. just my love for him and all he is. just what I, the author sees in joel. An outlet for how i feel.

Every comment, like and reblog means the world to me. please let me know your thoughts about this, i want to ramble about this story so much.

[hotvintagepoll]

Joe Roberts (The Goat, Three Ages, Our Hospitality)—6’3” with a handlebar mustache that would impress the mightiest walrus, joe brown shows up in several buster keaton shorts, usually as the Big scrungle to match buster’s Little scrungle. 12:32-16:19 has some scrungle reaction shots and some good chase scene'ing [link], which feels important for weird guys to do for their enrichment.

Harpo Marx (Night at the Opera, Night in Casablanca, Duck Soup)—While Groucho is better-known, Harpo's physical comedy is SECOND-TO-NONE. The man is a strange mime trapped in the paradigm of early 20th century movies. Every move is a symphony and simultaneously a colony of rats in a human skin suit. LISTEN. You MUST see this man in motion. Every still photo of him looks like a combination of a sad clown and a different, sadder clown, but it's only because he put so much joy in every motion.

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

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Harpo Marx:

Harpo is mute in all of the Marx Bros movies and so his body language and facial expressions are SO over the top but he's also got fewer braincells than a goldfish while often being the emotional heart of the Marx Bros and he's just A Guy!!

Every scene with Harpo Marx is a treat! Just like watching a seagull steal a stranger's hotdog at the beach, it is a joy to watch him frustrate the hell out of all the other films' characters! Harpo Marx is the zenith of unhinged in all of his appearances, making any other funny man a straight man by comparison. (A fantastic feat considering he starred in films with his brothers Grouch and Harpo, who sported a shoe polish mustache and questionable Italian accent, respectively). The scrungliness of the little guys he plays come from his guileless, wide-eyed expression, curly blond wig, and the extreme ability to annoy others, despite never saying a word. Is he malicious? Most definitely, but hard to tell because he has a dopey grin on his face most of the time. Communicating through other sounds like honking horns and whistling, he is a force of chaos in every Marx brothers film! Also an accomplished harp player, the beautiful calm moments where Harpo plays juxtapose the zany, making him all the more scrungly. His visual style of comedy is timeless; Duck Soup had me rolling with laughter as a six year old and is still just as funny today. ///

In my opinion Harpo is the funniest of the Marx brothers because he is so good at slapstick comedy. Since he never speaks in his film appearances his performances are very physical, which contributes a lot to his scrungliness. He was fully committed to being wacky at all times. All of his hilarity is based on him being weird.

He's like if a clown was a hobo was also somehow a classically trained harpist, his face is always in some kind of contorted silly shape, feral curly haired ninnymuggins always doing weird things to people  

He's just a weird little guy who causes chaos everywhere he goes, and then sits down and plays a beautiful harp solo! He steals the show from his very chatty brothers without saying a word, and was surprisingly ripped under that old raincoat

All of the Marx Brothers are Scrungly to a degree, but Harpo is the scrungliest! His outfits are so big he gets lost in them, his pockets are full of everything, and because he never speaks, he always uses physical comedy. Also he's an incredible musician.

Joe Roberts:

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Two digital drawings of Jon and Martin from TMA, depicting designs by @hotdrinks. Martin is a short, fat, white man with slightly receding and greying ginger hair, and Jon is a tall, thin British-Indian man with long, curly hair and scars on his face and hands. In the first drawing, they are both seated outside a cafe, Martin smiling fondly at Jon with his hands clasped while Jon looks away with an exasperated expression and a lit cigarette held near his mouth. There are little pink hearts beside Martin and a dark spiral beside Jon. The second drawing shows the two of them kissing in front of a vivid ocean sunset. Martin’s arms are around Jon’s waist and Jon’s hand cups Martin’s face. End ID.]

a little while back my bestie leland was like. do u wanna draw each other’s jmarts in situations and i was like. DO i. so i borrowed his boys and some lil stylistic things and it was. so fun. highly recommend swappin for fun and enrichment. also speaking of enrichment. enrich ur life and read his fic nothing hurts here for good characterisation, tenderness, and only a little bit of stabbing <3

[dreamings-free]

by Peter Bevan | Evening Standard | Sep 4th 2024 (excerpt)

What are the best products for styling hair?

“It really depends on the type of hair and look you’re going for,” says Krystle Gohel, celebrity groomer who regularly works with Louis Tomlinson. “For straight hair, sea salt spray can be great for adding a low-maintenance gritty feel and for curly hair, curling mousse or an oil-based product is great to define curls.”

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So, those with curly hair tend to need creams which help with frizz and breakage while those with straight hair usually opt for volume-enhancing alternatives like sea salt spray or matte clay. There are also pomades and gels which deliver a slick finish or hair spray if you want extra hold. 

Haircare experts Horace, Patricks and OUAI all enrich their styling formulas with worthwhile ingredients, too, rather than the nasties you might find in some of the mass-market brands. Gohel’s favourite brands? “The brands I use most are Paul Mitchell, Bumble & bumble and Balmain. And I love my Dyson hairdryer which I use with the diffuser to create soft waves.”

-> full article here at standard.co.uk

Peter Bevan and Krystle Gohel instagram stories 6/9/24

[labselkie]

this one’s really short. BUT. i’ve made the obvious observation that my non selfship posts do soo much better than these

so ive decided the most mature and totally normal way to deal with that is to flood her™️ tag again out of spite

anyways this is a normal occurrence for these two. i wish the worst upon them both

The first brushed over Lucielle’s cheek, a segment of it hooking under her jaw. The second latched to her back, its body laid around her throat. The third and fourth followed suit just below, holding down her arms to her torso.

The actuators practically breathed, small pumps of air being sent through the hollow silicone in slow, measured rhythms. Lucielle was perched on the edge of a lab counter, held down by the woman standing right in front of her. Olivia’s right hand was curled in the mutant’s hair, curly strands sticking to the latex of her gloves.

“You shouldn’t have let him taunt you like that,” Lucielle says softly, leaning her head into the hand in her hair, “This was over the top, even for him.”

Olivia’s face hardened, her free hand moving to the counter’s corner as she scowled at nothing. She just got back from fighting Spider-Man, a much messier battle than usual, as he did end up getting away with the stolen materials. The faint smell of smoke clung to her suit, and hints of ash dusted her face.

“Come on… Fisk hates that man too, you’ll be alright-” The mutant coaxed, attempting to lean forward. Olivia’s brows furrowed, and she tugged the tentacles so Lucielle couldn’t move.

The doctor looked upset, her face stony and her hands absentmindedly twisting in Lucielle’s hair. And then, she deflated, she leaned her forehead against the mutant’s after a weak sigh. The goggles resting at her hairline are pushed just a touch higher.

“I shouldn’t be tired of him, but I am-” She cuts herself off, she hadn’t even started the fight, at least not this time. Fighting was like an outlet for her, getting to thrash and beat down one of the people she despised most. But when she lost, she’d usually just lock herself in her office and try to figure out why. The tentacles loosen, the claw on Lucielle’s face pulling back, before they constrict once more with Olivia’s silent insistence.

Olivia leans away, pulling her hands back to her head. It takes a moment of tugging, and a few seconds of pulling her hair through, but she’s finally able to get those green tinted goggles off. The movement pushes her headband back as well, and she tugs it off as well with one hand before placing them both on the counter. She brings her hands back up, resting them on the mutant’s thighs, her thumbs just about rubbing across the denim. A tentacle’s claw gently taps at Lucielle’s cheek, its tapered end pushing up the skin and pulling up the edge of her lip. Lucielle gives a kind smile at the motion.

Olivia was using her lover like a squeaky toy, like a form of enrichment for an exhausted zoo animal. Although, in all honesty, neither of them minded.

Lucielle just watched the tentacle closest to her, worried that she’d freak out if she made eye contact or saw how Liv was studying her. And study her she did, her hazel eyes almost dulled to a soft brown from her exhaustion. The mutant let her eyelids droop, lulled by small sounds of air between them: her breath, Liv’s breath, and the faint pumps of air through the tentacles. It goes on like this for a few more minutes, a quiet time for Olivia to destress if her lover was ever in the room.

“You have less makeup on today,” The doctor mutters, her sudden speaking causing Lucielle to glance up, “I don’t use much myself, but I can see more of your freckles..” The end of the claw on Lucielle’s cheek trails right over her temple, tracing along the soft contours of her face.

Lucielle is just about to speak up, her lips parting in preparation for another compliment, before Olivia spoke again.

“I like that.” She finally makes eye contact with the mutant, and smiles as well.

[pumpkinsy0]

darry: can u get ur FREAK of a man please. hes doing things

pony: no i let him out on purpose

angela: curly needs his enrichment

[theguardianace]

I need eneichment. Tell me about some favourite hcs / thought up scenarios of yours :3

im drawing a luka piece right now so i'll give ya some of mine for her!!! never done this i think haha

ok so first of all luka is NOT 5'3". she is at MINIMUM 5'8". MINIMUM. she is a tall girl she is cool and elegant and amazing and most of all TALL. fight my crypton future media

i like drawing her with a more athletic build than her official designs do. a bit more muscle from carrying the entire world on her back because vibes. also i think she's squishy

OH i wanted to do a "my headcannons for each sekai" for luka but never did?? anyways speedrun: l/n luka has blue streaks in her hair and is a bit more choppy, otherwise canon did her right. mmj luka has a bit more body fat on her (she's canonically squishy!! :D) and i would put some blue in her idol costume. vbs luka wears a ponytail and i do not take critisism. wxs luka has very curly, sheep-like hair and is the shortest of the bunch. n25 luka always has little braids in her hair from convincing the others to do her hair (she needs enrichment)

and also recent thought that idk if ill draw or not but its funny. winter outfits for the lukas. vs luka has a long, formal black coat with white fuzzies on the hems, and wears matching earmuffs with fuzzies too. l/n luka is similar, but her coat is shorter and more athletic in nature. l/n luka has cool winter boots. mmj luka has a very soft/fluffy pink fleece and wears a scarf. vbs luka wears a poofy jacket that's a bit short but well insulated. wxs luka has a big fluffy scarf and an oversized jacket she pretty much drowns in. its soft and fluffy. and n25 luka wears shorts and a t shirt to piss people off.

that's all ive got right now! live laugh love luka.

[justagalwhowrites]

im pretty sure you've been asked for all the ocs at this point separately but i have a tiny pea sized brain and cant remember LMAOOO but who are your fcs for the ocs? doc/andrew/jess/derek/kristen/marta/elias/etc. (im sure im missing some)

my brain definitely manifests them a certain way but im curious to who you imagine!!

AHHH YES OMG HI!

So I left a lot of these non-existent or vague so people can plug in themselves and people they love BUT here’s who I picture 😍

Doc: I don’t really have an actor who fits her so I made this AI thing when I was thinking up the character? But I’ve pictured her as fairly petite (5’2”-5’4” ish?), small but not skinny, rounded but not thicc. Basically just the personification of softness and femininity. She’s got a lot of hair that’s wavy/curly that gets out of control easily and her personal style is the thrift shop version of Jess from New Girl. She looks like someone the apocalypse will chew up and spit out.

Andrew: my sweet baby angel! When we first meet him, he is 110% Lucas from Stranger Things. Fairly baby faced but brave in the face of it all - and still able to find happiness and joy. By the time Doc leaves the QZ, I’m kind of leaning Donald Glover? Someone mentioned they cast him as Andrew Garfield and I kinda love that too lol

Jess: Our third member of the codependency squad (who was honestly way understanding of her boyfriend/husband’s weird attachment and we love her for it) and resident comedian is, in my head, Doctor Who era Karen Gillan. Red hair, vibe of sass and strength but also naïveté (and so pretty that we can’t blame Andrew for gawking at her for months) we love her.

Derek: the good guy who might have been if it weren’t for trauma and Joel! He’s 40 year old James Marsden. Just… *chef’s kiss* Look between him, Joel and Tommy? Doc can PULL. Someone said they cast Oscar Isaac here and look… Oscar is like maybe the one man I might find more attractive than Pedro, it depends on the day BUT I cannot cast him as anything but a leading man. Oscar and Pedro can only be end game in my book (but I will accept any and all HC castings lol)

Kristen: Our favorite, competent as HELL trauma nurse! I pictured her as being unexpectedly feisty coming from a small, pretty, blonde package. Does she seem like someone you’d underestimate? Poor choice on your part but that’s her. Malin Akerman is who she is for me!

Marta: our tough still figuring it out assistant turned expert nurse! I wanted someone sweet but strong who could be both naive and brilliant, so Ana de Armas it is! Only realized just now that her name in Knives Out is also Marta lol I FORGOT THAT BUT OH WELL!

Elias: Our stalwart dogooder under the umbrella of FEDRA turned exhausted man trying to keep people alive, Elias is a kind hearted leader trying to do the best he can with what very little he has. His caring and drive I think are exemplified in Jimmy Smits - especially West Wing era Jimmy Smits at the beginning of the fic.

So yeah! That’s how I see all these lovely lovely characters! I hope this enriches or informs the reading for you. Thank you so much for reading and asking! Love you!!