#custom nerf gun

[beardedmrbean]

[thestarsloth]

MORE pjo headcaonons:

Piper only ever wears one of her backpack's straps

Annabeth CANNOT cook, so everyone else takes turns cooking, and annabeth is allowed to relax

After a while, the seven, nico, reyna, rachel and grover also started eating blue food

Hazel does embroidery and she is SO TALENTED - her designs look professional

Frank has a bracelet hazel made him tied to his bow

Leo has a habit of falling asleep while doing things, and piper always covers him with a blanket (after taking stupid pictures of him) i love their friendshiiippppp

Reyna is surprisingly good at dancing and Piper always hypes her up you cannot tell me theyre not besties

Jason and Hazel stayed a whole day in front of a tv to catch up on the movies

Rachel does pottery and makes custom mugs for everyone

When piper was little she loved keeping bugs as pets you cannot convince me otherwise

Hazel is really into scrapbooking and everyone gives her stuff to add in her pages

Percy buys everyone stuffed animals

After some time, jasons ambrosia started to taste like food from camp half blood again i am crying

Leo has a giant nerf gun

Piper is the best at mario cart (even better than leo) and generally beats everyone at everything when they have video game nights

Hazel and Piper make diy makeup together

Jason has a soft spot for scented candles (piper and leo always gift him some)

[lowkeyrobin]

Trevor Spengler dating headcanons?? With a paranormal enthusiast?

YESYESYESYES FINALLY TREV REQUESTS OMG YEAHHAHAHSHAH ; thank you for requesting!! hope you enjoy :)

TREVOR SPENGLER ; dating headcanons

summary ; dating stuff w trev

warnings ; language

word count ; 539

masterlist

he's literally obsessed with you

always talking & thinking about you

he's got over 500 pictures of you too

his lockscreen is a picture of you two together as well, so he's constantly opening his phone to see it

he's got a couple widgets that are just you as well 💀🙏 it's all nice and themed bc you showed him how to do it

probably picks up editing for you

surprisingly a great editor, he's 100% into shake and transition edits, no matter how long they take

your contact name is probably "y/n/n 😈🔥" because he's a teenage boy.

you can't tell me he doesn't frequently use 😈🔥🗣⁉️🤞👍💪💀 etc

he isn't big on physical affection (mostly pda) but he has his moments. he's much more into physical affection when you're completely alone or just w pheobe or lucky tho

likes slinging an arm around your shoulder or giving/relieving reassuring and comforting hugs, or some hand holding

he doesn't like feeling like he needs to prove to people that you're together or anything which you 100% understand

his love language is quality time

always watching movies, driving around together, playing video games, etc

he's not great with his words but when he says he loves you and cares about you, he's being completely, truthfully honest

you guys discuss drama and make fun of fake bitches together, in and out of school

watching those tik tok storytime slides shows and they're WILD. you're cackling and confused at the same time

go watch derrick branch to see what I mean cause holy shit those storytimes r wild

he loves teaching you all about the ghostbuster gear

and also about ghosts, their spirits, haunted objects, etc

uses big words like protons and neutrons to try and impress you and sound smart

thinks you look cute in the ghostbuster suit

you guys play around with the proton packs and play with them like nerf guns (off of course)

custom ghostbuster patches on your backpacks/special jackets

you make a drawing of him and slimer together LMFAO

trev is all miserable and hunched over like 🧍‍♂️😒 and slimer is like floating above him a bit like 😊👍

he loves it, it's on his wall

always going on adventures together

you teach him stuff about your hobbies, and he teaches you stuff about his

sharing spotify playlists>>>

making food together is like a shared couples hobby

collecting plushies because why not

matching clothes galore

and stealing clothing out of each other's closets

ruffling his hair (and washing it when he's lazy/has no motivation to do it himself)

randomly sending each other memes/gifs/emojis

sharing an umbrella

pressing your foreheads together and sitting in silence

pushing his hair behind his ears randomly to get a better look at his face

remembering little things about each other

facetiming even to just sit in silence and do your own thing

conspiracy theory dumping on him

working at the lab with lucky to understand Ghosts better

buzzfeed unsolved with Ryan and Shane 24/7. you guys (you) geek out over that shit

your first time ghostbusting, you literally just watched in awe

like ghosts are actually real?? omg

you ranting about how you wanna be a professional ghost hunter

figuring out new info on ghosts, how they function, how it all works etc

you're like a little scientist

he thinks it's so cute

[anjuschiffer]

Of Forgotten Memories and A Beloved Mother

...So this was only suppose to me a oneshot but has turned into a short mulitchapter fic... enjoy!

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Chapter 2: Dami's Whale

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They had warned him several times to never lower his guard. Never. 

To never underestimate his opponents. 

And yet he did, causing this current dilemma.

“Give it back!” Damian yelled, running after a howling Jason, Damian chasing him with a Nerf gun in his hand. 

“I’m so glad it’s only a Nerf gun in your hand!”

“You’re lucky Dad doesn’t- Dad!” Damian yelled upon seeing their father enter the foyer, scowling at the fact that he just missed a shot. “Dad! Jason won’t give me back my sketchbook!”

“Jason.” Bruce tried to say sternly but failed when a smile escaped him. He had come back from work, Alfred walking off with his coat in hand and wasn’t expecting to hear Damian call him Dad shortly after entering the manor. After all, he was always calling him Father up until a few weeks ago. “Give Damian back his sketchbook.”

“I say you look at it. You should really be getting him better materials for his drawings instead of whatever office supplies you keep getting him.” Jason suggested as he gave back Damian his sketchbook. “Like seriously, whatever you’re getting him keeps drying up the day he opens it.

So I asked an artist buddy of mine to give me some suggestions.” Both stifled a smile when Damian’s scowl softened upon hearing the words ‘art store.’ “He highly suggested Holbein gouache or Winstor and Newton acrylics for someone who paints.” Jason said with an innocent smile.

The boys watched as Bruce gave it some thought.

“I’ll ask Alfred to look into it and we’ll take Damian to pick out whatever he wants.” 

“We’re going to an art store?” Damian asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Can I get whatever I want?”

“He’d buy the whole store while you’re at it.” Jason instigated, watching Damian stare at his sketchbook.

“Dad, we have to go. Now.” Damian practically begged, lifting his sketchbook to his father’s face. “I’ve been meaning to turn more of my sketches into portraits to put around the manor.” 

“Excellent idea, Master Damian.” Alfred spoke, returning from the coat room. “The manor can surely use a more modern touch to its decor. Your paintings will add a nice touch of color to this dreary place.”

“Alfred.” Bruce tried to admonish but was met with an unfazed look from the man.

“I’ll make sure to leave a list of some nearby art stores on your desk. If you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to prepare.”

-

Calls. Bruce forgot how much he hated them. But this one was an exception.

Bruce was already halfway through settling the conditions he had set down for the art store he had planned to take Damian that weekend when the boy himself hung up the call.

Bruce watched as Damian lifted his finger from the switch hook, his eyes not once looking away from Bruce’s. Bruce listened as the dial tone droned in his ear.

“Damian. I was in the middle of finalizing the trip to the-”

“I know.”

“So why-”

“Can’t we just enter like any other customer?”

“But you’re not any other-”

“Can’t we just go? I don’t care if people see us go in just like that. You’re my dad and- people should accept the fact that you’re my dad. And just like any other dad, you’re spending quality time with his kid- me. Is that too much?”

And with that mini speech, Bruce agreed to just walking into the art store that weekend, doing his best to ignore the glances he and his son would get every now and then. 

Bruce had his share of following people around a store and trying to understand their enthusiasm regarding products. He would smile and give them nods of approval and sweet words of encouragement as they would ask him questions about items he could care less about. 

But unlike the various times he had to follow a woman around a jewelry store, Bruce found himself intrigued and actually invested in the conversation between Damian and the store employee who greeted them upon their arrival.

It didn’t take long for Bruce to completely ignore the stares and whispers that surrounded the two.

Heck, he was too busy absorbing every piece of information the store employee gave them, he didn‘t realize they had already been in the store for two whole hours.

He listened as the employee would ask Damian what media he was looking for and what type of project he was working on. 

They discussed different types of media, the types of paint and texture each variety would give him. How oil paint would give him the texture he wanted in this project but if he was on a short deadline, it would not be recommended to use.

Damian would then go on a lengthy discussion on how he didn’t have a deadline and would much rather use oil paint opposed to acrylic due to the tones he needed for this piece, considering he needed a paint that had a longer drying time frame. He also had to consider that he wasn’t set on all the colors of his painting and had found mixing oil paints was easier for him compared to acrylic paint. 

Bruce couldn’t forget the face the employee made upon hearing that.

Wrapping up the media choice, they moved on to canvases, something called gesso, as well as thinning and thickening agents for the paints. They then spent another hour at the brush aisle, Damian carefully selecting at least 20 different brushes before they made their way to the register to pay. 

Luckily there was no one in line and the employee who had helped them already placed most of their items into several canvas bags. Paints, carefully wrapped brushes, bottles of unrecalled liquids, palettes and containers peaked from them. When Bruce was told the whopping total of 700 and something he had to pay, Bruce just handed over his card. 

‘Pocket change,’ was all Bruce could think of when he heard the price.

As they waited for the employee to finish the transaction, Bruce realized it was already three in the afternoon. He turned to Damian to ask him what he wanted to do afterwards.

Maybe he was hungry. They had skipped lunch after all.

“Damian, what do you think about going to- Damian?” Bruce called out when he realized Damian wasn’t by his side, feeling a pit in his stomach. 

He was starting to notice the edges of his vision fuzz as he scanned the area near the counter. 

Empty, save for a single person who just realized Bruce was standing right in front of them.

“Damian?” He called out again, apologizing to the staff and letting them know he was coming back as he found himself picking up a jog as he searched the store for his son. 

“Damian.” But no response. “Damian.”

“Damian!” His chest felt heavier with each aisle he found void of his kid, his eyes darting all around as he passed by yet another aisle with no Damian in sight. 

“Damian!” He called out once again, when he came to a halt when his eyes caught sight of Damian standing near a gallery tucked in the back of the store. “Damian!” Bruce scolded as he turned the boy around to face him. “What are you-”

“She made that.” Damian cut him off, turning back to look at the wall behind him, Bruce only then realizing that the gallery was a collection of paintings. With a quick glance, he realized it was a collection of paintings put together by participants from one of the store’s events. 

A Mother’s Memories.

Each painting that hung on the wall portrayed one of the many memories that a mother who participated in the event cherished. 

Some mothers had painted their kids at a park, a family outing, visiting a farm or aquarium. Family time at home. Holidays. Birthdays.

Every painting had a child painted on the canvas, the children usually smiling back, except one.

There, on the upper most corner to the right, on a canvas no bigger than a sheet of paper was a painting of what appeared to be a bathtub filled halfway with water. A fluffy baby blue towel hung on its side, bubbles floating on the surface of the water. And there, right in the center was a lone blue whale. 

The tiny baby toy smiled right at them, as if having been waiting for them all this time.

Bruce looked back at Damian, noticing his son stuck in a trance. “She made that.” He said again, but louder this time around.

“She? Who are you referring to?” Bruce dared to ask.

“Momma did.” Damian easily answered, Bruce hearing his breath hitch. There was that name again.

Momma.

Ever since Dick told him about the day he found Damian talking about a person named Momma, he tried his best to coax an answer from Damian himself. But every time he tried to, all Damian could remember from her was the color of her eyes and her voice. 

“Talia?” Bruce asked, hoping it would jog up his memory a bit. 

Maybe this time, Damian could recover some information on the woman he once called ‘Momma.’

“No, Momma.” Damian clarified, his brows furrowed. “Mother never delved into the arts the way Momma did. She’s the one who taught me how to draw.”

“How did you figure out she was the one who made it?”

“The whale.” Damian pointed out, letting out a ‘tt’ when Bruce only stared back at him. “Momma made me that whale with her magic. There’s no other whale like that anywhere in the world.”

Bruce looked back at the whale, wondering how that exact whale didn’t look like any other baby toy on the market. “Momma even made sure to flawlessly replicate the Guardian’s Emblem at the top of the whale’s head.”

Guardian’s emblem? What was a Guardian?

“Emblem?”

“Don’t you see it?” Damian asked. “It’s right there.” Damian tried to point, but the longer Bruce stared at the whale, he couldn’t see what Damian was able to. “Dad, it’s-”

“Oh, I see you’ve taken a liking to one of my favorite pieces.” A voice spoke up, Bruce and Damian turning to see an old lady with a red ladybug cardigan. Her gray hair was short, two strands framed her wrinkly face, the curl ends reminding Damian on bug antennae. “Such a heartbreaking story that one has.” She said, tutting as she remembered the tale.  

“Heartbreaking?” Bruce asked. “Did something happen to the artist behind, um.”

“Dami’s Whale. That’s the piece’s name.

When I asked Marie why she chose to draw this piece, she told me that bath time was her baby’s favorite activity of the day.” The lady smiled when she saw Damian quickly look back at the painting.  “She told me she would do anything in the world to go back to those times, saying his squeals and laughter were all she needed to get through that part of her life.

When I asked her what she meant by that, she told me one thing.”

“What did she say?” Damian asked, returning his attention to the old lady. “What happened to her? To her baby?”

“They took him away from her.” The lady softly said, frowning. “She only loved him the way she was meant to love him. And they took her away from him.”

“They got separated?” Bruce tried to understand what the owner was trying to say.

“That I would not know. Shortly after finishing the piece, Marie suddenly got a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital.”

“The hospital?” Damian asked, his voice warbling. “Is she okay? Where can I find-“

“You seem to be familiar with Marie, young one.” The lady looked at Damian and then at Bruce. “Do the two of you know-”

“He has been searching for other family members ever since he recovered some of his memories from his childhood.” Bruce provided. “He used to live with his mother as an infant but then lived with his grandfather when his mother couldn’t provide for him anymore.” 

“Oh dear.”

“He was brought to me by social services once he passed away as I’m a family friend and someone his grandfather trusted” Bruce struggled to say as he half-lied to the owner. “Since then, Damian has been searching for his only other living relative.

Somehow, this painting of Marie’s seems to be a clue to finding his mother.”

“I see.” The old lady softly said, patting Damian’s head. “You must’ve really loved your mother, didn’t you, little one?”

“I had a whale like that as a kid.” Damian spoke to divert himself from the commentary of being seen as a child. “I want to ask Marie some questions regarding it…if she can.”

The old lady hummed  

“Marie did tell me only a few people would be able to tell that the whale would attract some attention.”

“A few?”

“She told me to be wary of those who ask about her upon seeing that painting. But, she did tell me to do one thing if a young boy were to ever ask about her location.” 

The lady took an envelope out of her pocket and handed it over to Damian, an oddly designed wax stamp sealed on it. “Do you recognize this?”

“It is a Guardian's Emblem.” Damian answered in a whisper. “It looks just like the one on-“ he looked up to tell the old lady it looked like the one on the whale only to find her gone. 

“Where did she go?” Bruce asked, wondering what the hell happened. 

Weren’t they just in front of a gallery? 

How did they manage to be standing outside the store with bags of art supplies in hand?

Bruce turned to Damian who still held the envelope in his hands. 

Damian ran his finger over the wax stamp before deciding to open it, finding a photo of the same exact painting that was inside the store. Only, this time, he was also in the photo. 

Or rather, his baby self was in the photo. 

He looked so small. So fat. 

He turned it over, feeling a weight lift off his shoulder. 

You’ll find her at Gotham General Hospital. Best of luck, Damian. 

-Tikki

NEXT

[lance-thunder-reporting-live]

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Monday, November 20, and there’s a 90% chance of rain. Highs are in the high forties and lows are in the low forties.

The Box Ghost and Johnny 13 were seen arguing in the mall yesterday. It appears that the two were searching for Christmas presents together, but were unable to move past how annoying they viewed each other. This resulted in Hollister being evacuated of all customers while the two ghosts created barricades and forts from boxes and clothes and started shooting ectoplasmic blasts at each other, much like a child playing with nerf guns.

The Red Huntress and Danny Phantom both arrived to stop and capture the two ghosts, but ended up causing even more trouble as the Red Huntress, seeing Danny Phantom as a greater threat than the two battling ghosts, entirely ignored the two in favor of trying to either capture or destroy Danny Phantom. Danny Phantom and the Red Huntress ended up rampaging through Claires and destroying nearly half of the merchandise in the store.

The situation was strangely solved by Dr.s Jack and Madeline Fenton, as none of the ghosts present wanted to risk capture by them, and so fled, followed closely by the Red Huntress who still wanted to capture Phantom.

The north side of the mall will be closed off in some areas for repairs.

The Fentons will likely be driving today.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I could see killer liking nerf guns

Starting as just something to do in between missions (+annoying Dust and Horror maybe) but eventually becoming something he does for fun when/if he gets out and lives with color.

Taking them apart, changing thongs out, seeing how they work, all that. Plus they can be customized a lot, a possible form a self expression.

I could also see it being an outlet in a way

That sounds like a fun idea. He’s definitely gonna shoot delta at every given opportunity

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

It’s Me Again Don’t Worry The Cast Isn’t Fighting Someone WAY Out There League This Question In Particular Is Different I Stole Caine Credit Card 💳 And Copy One For Everyone Each What Would They Do?

CAINE: "....why are there so many online charges with my credit card??"

POMNI: A modified nerf gun. It fires 30 rounds a second and has tacks on the tips of the darts. She just saw Jax walk by with a fiberglass shark and she doesn't trust him.

RAGATHA: She wouldn't use it. She'd give the card back.

JAX: A life-sized fiberglass shark, 12 gallons of glue, a large hairbrush, 3 cucumbers, a bag of marbles, and a glass humanoid sculpture that's nearly invisible to the naked eye. Don't ask.

GANGLE: Art supplies. That stuff is expensive.

ZOOBLE: A customized pinball machine where they hit Caine in the face with pinballs.

KINGER: Large, fancy terrariums for all his insects.

GUMMIGOO: Buys a sandwich and gives the card back.

LOO: CLOTHES. Shoes, jewelry, purses, hats, sunglasses. Any kind of fashion accessory.

SETH: He'd max out Caine's credit card on bitcoin just to mess with him.

ABEL: 12-year-old scotch.

[verdemoun]

still thinking about arthur and john having nerf guns these men are in their 40s and carry nerf guns in their pockets and on holsters whenever they know they are going to be in each others' immediate vicinity and no one says anything about how much they are losers because a) arthur morgan and john marston actually having innocent fun is precious and b) arthur absolutely customizes his nerf bullets and they damned hurt.

mid-conversation not looking shooting each other across the house. using old outlaw skills to find cover, just a bright orange and yellow plastic gun peering out around a corner and shooting each other while the other is pouring coffee or about to have a sip of beer. think they're sensitive to one another's trauma and experiences? hell no john is aiming for arthur's shoulder as much as arthur is aiming for his wolf-torn leg.

of course this led to the hilarity of arthur eventually shooting john in his eye, absolutely cackling until john being a shit decided to start up with the 'i-i can't see!'. proper laying it on covering his right eye so it's obvious his left eye isn't following anything yelling 'what did you do?' until arthur is almost on the verge of tears like shitshitshitshit when abigail finally starts cracking up and john shoves his brother like mwahaha i've been blind in that eye since the wolf attack i'm hilarious. still hurt.

arthur shot him in the balls for making him worry.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 12

Jaskier puased, swallowed, then darted across the door way. He yelped and gibbered as Nerf darts started flying.

Geralt laughed as Jaskier danced around in the door way briefly, trying to dodge the barrage of Nerf darts he was shooting at him. The bard yapped as a few of the darts found their mark.

The guns were custom made. Geralt had f***ed with the mechanisms and now getting shot with one would definitely leave a bruise. And it didn't help that they were both bucka** naked.

They were playing Naked Nerf Gun War because Regular Nerf Gun War was boring, and Yennefer was out with the girls, so why not have a little Swinging D*ck Time ?

Jaskier retaliated. He stuck the Nerf gun out the doorway and blindly fired.

Geralt groaned loudly as one of Jaskier's haphazard shots nailed him in the ribs, adding another bruise to his collection. He ducked down behind the safety of the recliner and heard Jaskier bolt for the stairs. Geralt rolled out from behind his hiding spot...

Jaskier reached the stairs and laid down some last minute cover fire. One of his darts hit Geralt right in the dangly bits. Jaskier froze at the top of the stairs when he heard the strangled noise Geralt made.

"Geralt?" He saw him hunched over, holding his groin. Ooooh...f**k!

"Er, Geralt, are you, uh, alright?" Geralt straightened up, and Jaskier caught a glimpse of the murderous look in his eyes.

Jaskier ran for his life.

"I said no d*ck shots!" Geralt snarled, starting after him.

"I didn't aim for it, I swear-!" Jaskier screamed as Geralt didn't even bother to use the stairs. The Witcher just leaped and hauled himself over the railing.

Jaskier turned and sprayed more cover fire, hoping to slow Geralt down. He heard him grunt as some of the darts hit.

Geralt chased him down the hallway, getting him in the back twice, and almost turned an ankle as Jaskier suddenly changed direction and darted around him.

A Nerf dart hit him in the nads.

Everything stopped. Jaskier and Geralt stared at each other in mute disbelief.

"You little f**ker!"

"I DiDn'T mEAn tOo!" Jaskier screamed as he made a run for it while Geralt was still doubled over. He ran, blindly firing behind himself. There was another pained growl in a very familiar octave.

"Godsd*mmit!"

"Am sOrRy!"

"You're doing it on purpose!"

"AM nOt, I sWeAr!"

Jaskier whipped around the corner and slipped on a t-shirt on the floor. He went down with a surprised shout, landing with a series of thumps.

Geralt came skidding around the corner seconds later and saw Jaskier getting to his hands and knees. He was literally a** up, and Gerlat could not stop himself. He raised his Nerf gun and, with a maniacal crow of triumph, fired.

He got Jaskier right in his a**.

Jaskier was just getting up, knowing Geralt was only seconds behind him, when he heard the pop of the Nerf gun, and felt a very uncomfortable, very abrupt sensation in his nether region.

He's going from horizontal to vertical in a split second, screaming in shock and gripping his a** with both hands.

Geralt is just about laughing himself sick at the way Jaskier has snapped bolt upright to his knees, while holding his backside. But then he sees the look on Jaskier's face. It 's a mix of pain and shock, with a dash of slowly increasing fear.

Geralt *confused*: What?

Jaskier *eyes huge*: My a**...

Geralt: Yeah, I shot you in the a** because you shot me in the d*ck twice, and once in the balls. What about it?"

Jaskier *anxious pained whisper*: The Nerf dart...i-it's in my a**!"

Geralt: F**k...

Yennefer was having coffee with Madeleine and Vespula, enjoying a No Boys Allowed Day, when her phone rang. She heaved an irritated sigh when she saw Jaskier's Caller ID image.

She said a brief prayer to any god that was listening and feeling inclined to be merciful to her today, then answered the phone.

"Y-yEn..?"

A Voice Crack. F**k

"What is it?" Yennefer asked, cautiously. Jaskier's voice sounded very small and anxious. And there was a hint of pain.

"Yen, I...can you -- I know you're out with the girls-- but...can you...cOmE HoMe?"

"What happened, love? Are you alright? Where's Geralt?" Yennefer exchanged worried glances with Madeleine and Vespula. Something was wrong.

Madeleine and Vespula could hear Jaskier hesitantly begin to explain over the phone. They saw Yennefer's expressions go through several emotions. Worry gave way to annoyance, then disbelief, then came mild disgust, which finally turned to amusement.

Yennefer's mouth twisted with the effort of trying not to smile as she asked in disbelief, "You had a what?"

Madeleine and Vespula crowded around Yennefer to better hear the drama.

Yennefer gasped, then slapped a hand over her mouth to cut off the begining of a cackle that was trying to slip out. Her voice shook with the effort of holding in the cackle as she asked, "It wEnT WhErE?!"

A brief pause while Jaskier repeated what he'd said.

Yennefer was fighting for her life when she responded. Jaskier could hear her trying not to burst into outright laughter.

"I'm sorry, my love, but you're on your own for this one."

"But can't you just come and, and...magic it out?"

"I'm going to have to pass..."

"Yennefer, please?"

"Sorry, Jaskier-!"

"But...it's...it's uncomfortable. No-! I know I told you all those stories and about that one time! That was different! How?! What do you mean 'how'? Well for one, it wasn't violently and suddenly shot up my a**!"

"That's what you get for playing with toys that don't have a flared base, Jask!" Vespula interjected.

"Ves!"

"I'm sure it's not the weirdest thing you've put up there," Madeleine added.

Jaskier: *offended bard noises*

"You'll be fine, Starling, " Yennefer assured him, "It's just a foam dart. From a toy gun. Just give it a yank and it'll come right out--!"

"I, um, can't get it..."

"Why not?"

"Geralt, er, Geralt modified the Nerf guns. They shoot really hard now, and it's uh, way up there... and it uh, kind of...hurts..."

Jaskier heard Yennefer gasp.

"Are you f***ing serious, Geralt?! For f**k's sake--! Since you put it up there, you're going to f***ing get it out! Do you hear me?"

"Hmmmmm."

"Don't argue with me! Three times? Well that's what you get for playing games naked! Don't you blame him! You're the one who shot a f****ing Nerf dart up HIS a**!"

"Hm..."

"Don't roll your eyes at me either--! Yes you did, I could HEAR you! You better fix my bard before I get home or you're going to find some of your horse figurines mysteriously gone!"

"Hm!"

Jaskier sighed as Yennefer ended the call. So much for doing things the easy way. He turned to Geralt, a resigned look on his face.

Geralt sighed. "I'll go get a glove."

[stormi-the-pup]

Y'all, hear me out. CG! Merchant from RE4

(cause the merchant is criminally underrated)

Little! Leon accidentally wanders into the Merchant's shop and luckily, the Merchant knows when his customer is little! He baby-proofs his shop so that Leon won't get hurt

"Welcome, small stranger! Besides weapons, I've got plenty of items that are best suited for tiny tots like you, free of charge I might add." (said items are agere gear)

"That blue binky suits you best, mate. I'd choose that one if were you."

IM GONNA CRY 😭 THIS IS SO SWEET

i won’t lie, i think about this exact scenario every time i play re4r 🤭 merchie is so nice and i can imagine him taking baby leon down to the shooting range with some nerf guns and making it go really slow so he wins every time 🥺 and then he gives him a bunch of tokens for the little gumball machines…

do you think leon would call him papa or just merchie?

(imagine its a bunch of binkies and babas and maybe a diap or two…)

[wonderwomanfantasy]

dollmaker

Sero deserves the whole world as well as his own doll <3

Sero x reader

warnings: miscommunication used for comedy, that's about it

word count: 1,300 (about)

summary: a doll customizer and a hero who wants a doll, it's a match made in heaven!

Hanta knew he wasn’t exactly a popular hero. not that it mattered, he didn’t get into hero work to be famous, he did it to save people. It did sting sometimes when he got referred to as “the tape guy” instead of by his name but that was petty. Besides, it was nice that he didn’t have to hide his face to go out, he knew Bakugou had to hire a personal shopper because fans would swarm him if he went out in public. Sero couldn’t imagine letting someone else know how many Zebra cakes he ate in one week. Besides, that would mean he wouldn’t get to go shopping with you. 

It was small, but Hanta always looked forward to spending that time with you. Sero never thought he’d be the kind of guy who cared what type of trash bags and paper towels his partner liked but here he was, Caring. 

“What are you smiling at?” you asked, kissing Sero’s cheek, pulling him out of his own thoughts. 

“You, pretty,” he answered automatically. Sero couldn’t help but smile when he saw you, you just made every room better, and he couldn’t help it. 

“Sappy,” you snapped back and pushed the cart onward. 

Even though you were grocery shopping you couldn’t escape heroism. Branded cereals, t-shirts, themed Nerf guns, and of course Action figures. Sero didn’t notice but you did, there was nothing for Cellophane. You knew that he had merch, whenever Hanta got some new prototype he always gave it to you before it was released to the larger public. But most of that was online, he hardly ever had stuff on shelves. 

You pulled down an Action figure of Deku, Sero didn’t have anything like this. You carefully turned the package over in your hands trying to see the doll through layers of plastic. You’d had an interest in collecting and making dolls of your own for a few years now, it was interesting to see how these toys worked and pierced together. 

“I thought I was your favorite hero,” Sero scoffed seeing how much attention you were paying to someone else’s merchandise. You put the doll back and stuck your tongue out at him. 

“What gave you that idea?” you teased. Hanta didn’t have anything like that, you wondered if he’d like that, if not a mass-marketed toy then maybe something unique he could have. Your mind wandered to making the doll, it wouldn’t be hard to style a doll with his hair and makeup to look like him. It wouldn’t even be that hard to make modified elbows for him. But it would be a pain in the ass to make clothes. His suit was so detailed it would be difficult to scale it down to the size of a toy. 

Difficult, but you were sure you could do it with a few rough drafts. The real trick would be keeping it from Hanta. Normally you would share your progress with him, but you wanted to keep this doll a surprise, and if it turned out to be a complete failure you could just scrap it without disappointing your boyfriend. You started on your secret project as soon as you got home, pulling out a doll that would make a good base before beginning.

Sero had never thought much about his own action figure, but Kaminari had started prototyping one for his brand and would not shut up about it. It also meant that Sero was the only one in his immediate friend group who didn’t have anything like that. 

He remembered a few weeks ago when you’d lingered over the Deku Doll. he liked it when you wore something of his, and he knew you liked dolls, it might be nice to give you something like that. So he started asking his PR team, and he got shot down. He wasn’t high-ranking enough, making a toy would only be a loss to the company it would cost more than it would bring in. His heart sank a little bit when he heard that. He didn’t care if he was the number one hero, but it stung that his rank meant he couldn’t give you a stupid gift and that he wasn’t on the same level as friends. 

Sero shook his head and tried to ignore the negative thoughts. A Doll of himself was a selfish gift anyways, he was just jealous the Deku doll caught your eye and jealous that Kaminari was more popular. 

He could give you a better gift than that any day of the week. No one knew you as Sero did and he knew what you’d want more than anything; a relaxing night with your boyfriend. 

-

“BABE” Sero called out as he entered your shared home, almost instantly your head popped out of your office, 

“Hey, Hanta! One sec let me clean up a little bit,” you said disappearing again, Sero never minded when you worked while he was home, but Recently you’d been insisting that you wanted to spend time with him every second that he was there and you tired to have your workspace clean by the time he was home. 

Sero loved spending time with you, of course, but it made him a little sad like he didn’t see you enough and it was making you desperate for any scrap of time with him, 

While you were distracted Sero brought in his surprise, it wasn’t anything big just dinner from your favorite restaurant. 

“Hanta!” you gasped, Sero turned and grinned at you

“Surprise baby,” he said then quickly caught you as you threw yourself at him, peppering his face with kisses. 

“You’re too sweet to me,” you gushed. Hanta smiled, basking in your praise. 

“It’s nothing, I just wanted to surprise you,” he laughed steering you both to the kitchen so that you could dig in. 

After eating, Sero pulled you to the couch and into his lap holding you there. He rubbed slow circles against your hips and the tops of your thighs. You had your arms wrapped around his neck and nuzzled into his chest. Sero held you closer.

“I love you, hanta,’ you murmured. 

“I love you more,” he assured you. 

“Well I don’t know about that,” you teased pulling back so you could look at him, grinning mischievously. He knew that grin. 

“What did you do?” he gasped no longer relaxed. 

“What? You surprised me, Can’t I surprise you too?” you demanded laughing to yourself. You tried to climb off of his lap but Sero caught you and didn’t let you go. 

“No, I’m not ready,” he laughed. 

“It’s not bad!” you giggled. 

“But I’m scared!” he protested. You managed to wriggle out of his arms and stumbled to your office, Sero followed you like a dog after his owner. 

“Stay here while I get it,” you ordered. 

“What’s ‘it’? How long have you been hiding this from me?” Hanta demanded. Nevertheless, he stayed obediently outside of the door. 

“Now, it’s not perfect but I hope you like it anyways,” you said shyly with your hands behind your back. Sero dropped the teasing you’d put a lot of effort into this, and he knew he’d love it no matter what it was.

You handed him an action figure, at first he was confused, then he realized it was him. 

“Oh my god, you made this?” he asked, admiring the detail.

“I ended up just painting the suit, it was too hard to sew I just-”

Sero cut you off with a kiss. 

“I love it, baby,” he whispered, Sero knew he would treasure it forever, his own doll.

[yoonalgc]

( ❀ Hello, everyone! ...What a surprise, right? It's me again... attempting to bring a girl into this world. WIll I succeed? Let's see. It's Sera here to introduce to you my character! She is brand new so I'm expecting her to grow as I write her. I've listed some plots at the bottom but I prefer to do brainstorming. I'm open to plotting in either Tumblr IMs or over Discord, whichever you prefer. Without further ado, please read my rambling. ( I'll have a pinned I'll post later. ) Like this post ♡ and we can plot! )

◡ profile / plots / pinterest / playlist

BACKGROUND !!

Born october 4th, 2001. ( 1004, she asserts reflects her — it is an angel number after all )

Grew up in Gumi which is a smaller city just outside of Daegu.

Parents were high school sweethearts who waited to start a family until he finished his military service and she finished school. Mother was a flight attendant. Father is a former professional choreographer.

Family used to be fairly well off before the drastic change and her mother's medical bills became increasingly more expensive.

They eventually moved to Seoul in 2016 when her father got an opportunity to choreograph for an entertainment company.

Father gave up his career after his wife’s passing in 2019 to attend to a portable convenience stand by the Han River once owned by his own father. Their formerly close relationship grew estranged and tense rather quickly.

Used to be a competitive archer. Failed to make it on the national team multiple times, nevermind the Olympics. Became easily discouraged and decided to quit after an argument with her father. She even threatened to drop out of school unless she could join a company to focus on her dancing.

Before lgc, she joined an entertainment company while in high school only to get scammed into a trainee program and drained of almost all her money via their training debt scheme.

Waited until she graduated to audition for Legacy Entertainment. Somehow, she got in... and from there, she begins to change a bit as a person.

PERSONALITY & MORE !!

Works at an arcade/PC Bang for now. She likes to sneak in a nap in the dinosaur safari VR machine.

She uses the nerf gun and water gun from the prize table to ward off unwanted guests or customers who overstay their welcome. Careful, she has great aim.

Oddly good at fixing things ( to a certain extent ), a trait she picked up from her brother who has a penchant for inventing. Being practical helps quite a bit, though.

She is no stranger to putting on an act to get something for free. a convincing & skilled liar. she even stole someone’s phone once to sell but will never admit this. jokes about needing a glucose guardian but never say never.

Tendency to be flirtatious. offers compliments — sincere & underhanded.

Only actually been in one serious relationship that she considers was worthwhile & lacks the motivation to pursue anything else. Often finds herself leading people on but falls for people easily as she's rather susceptible to romantic gestures, then forces herself to lose interest when things get a little too spicy.

Good listener. Purveyor of gossip. Collects many rumors, rarely spills to anyone. Tell things to her at your own risk. She will hardly speak a word about her own background ( and will even lie sometimes ) but is content to know everything about everyone else.

Has a good sense of humor and able to laugh at herself.

Actually kinda lazy about everything unless it's dancing. She just likes to say she's just laid back.

Speaking of dancing, she is especially into the art of waacking/tutting/vogueing, as she finds the elegant precision to be appealing and especially fun to do.

Very opinionated & can come across judgmental for her willingness to speak her mind, Notorious for reacting with her face ( ie. side eyeing ).

An introvert. Also claims to really hate people but is naturally social despite this.

Often plays a vain character, usually an exaggerated version of herself ( channeling Goddess Gyuri & Mijoo ) — perhaps to compensate for or conceal… something. Part of it being that she enjoys entertaining people with her antics. It is not rare to catch a glimpse at her "real self" but it's hard to even say what that even is.

Calm but when she's memeing and being crazy, she becomes unhinged. Like so.

A bit fickle & indecisive, sometimes allowing her impulses to take control of a decision ... or out of pure spite.

Had a time where she was so desperate for money, that she was willing to lie to get freebies or sympathy discounts. But we don't talk about that time anymore. It was just a phase.

Not malicious by any means but it is easy to interpret her actions as such. She desires attention and love in this aftermath of her life plummeting, and just goes about it in a rather unconventional way.

Hates people who smoke. Her mother's lung cancer being the main cause. If you smoke any substance, prepare for to be side-eyed and judged.

Lastly, she is @lgcxnoeul's weirdo cousin.

CONNECTIONS ??

anyone who comes to the arcade/pc bang. she's almost always there. bonus points if you're a bit of a menace or you want to challenge her to a game. the possibilities with this one are pretty endless!

flirtationships a plenty. applicable to any gender; she certainly does not discriminate. she is the type to unabashedly flirt, compliment people, or make flirtatious jokes. ( however when the heat comes, she usually resorts to aloof behavior and runs away. )

obviously people will be put off by her antics so frenemies and antis alike are welcome! antagonistic or toxic relationships are welcome in general.

gossip friend. what is said between us stays between us ... of other people's rumors, of course. but it's best to be careful who to trust with secrets.

fake friends. speaks for itself. mutually beneficial, forced laughter, eye rolls when the other looks away. she's been entrenched in this fake friend group just for the laughs

an ex. she's only dated one person in a serious way before and it didn't turn out too well... or it ended amicably. who knows? was a rather innocent relationship but it broke her heart. happened shortly after she joined lgc in 2020 or overlapped. discussion is required!!!

that being said, she most likely had a couple flings here and there that lasted a short time. she's prone to running away or getting "bored".

jokingly, she always says she wants a "glucose guardian" and you are the perfect candidate. she constantly convinces you to buy things for her ( mostly bubble tea ) or you might even do so willingly. either way, it makes her happy.

she has a "dark past" ( not so distant... maybe 5 days ago is considered the past ) in which she tried to fleece people out of money just to get by. don't look at her if she might have pretended to fall in front of you for sympathy, too.

this is vague but... people she can assist with dancing in any way or their overall confidence.

people who know her real personality and are tired of her putting on this strange over confident persona.

went to high school together ( Hanlim gang )

for the lgcu event, she is in younggong. i'm still figuring out what she will be doing but i will need one person from there to do a thread with.

[moonwritewastaken]

Tales of Christmas Day 13 - cc!Sapnap x gn!reader

Genre - strangers to lovers, Christmas!, retail worker reader

Warnings - language

Word count - 631

Welcome back for day 13! I hope everyone is having a great December ❤️

- 🌙

It was 3 hours until your shift was over and it couldn’t end any sooner. The retail store you work at had been super busy for the past week in the lead up to Christmas, with people leaving their festive shopping until the last minute. 

There was only one thing getting you through your shift today, and that was the cute guy that came into the store almost an hour ago with his friends. The group of 3 seemed like they were in their own world, showing each other items the other would then cuss them out for. The one you had your eyes on was an average height brunette with a little beard who you had seen enter the store and you were down bad. 

Throughout their time in the store, you had seen the other boys either look or not so subtly point in your direction. They had also come up to you asking for recommendations despite walking past your coworkers on the way to you. 

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find the nerf guns?” you're brought out of your train of thought by a fluffy haired, tall guy who is also a part of their group. 

“They’ll be in aisle 15, let me know if you need more help” you return the smile and point towards the direction of aisle 15. He thanks you before approaching his friends and leading them to where you pointed. 

*With Sapnap*

On the other hand, Sapnap had been teased relentlessly by the other 2/3 of the Dream Team. He looked at you just a little too long soon after they arrived, it was picked up by Dream and he hadn’t been left alone since. 

“Just ask her out, Sapnap” George had repeated this sentence in different ways at least 20 times by now and the answer was always the same. No. 

“What’s the worst that could happen? They say no and then you’ll probably never see them again” Dream had a valid point but Sapnap deemed it too much of a risk regardless, not wanting to be rejected. 

Because Sapnap wasn’t willing to ask you out or even talk to you, the other 2 took it upon themselves to at the very least get you to notice him. However, they were unaware that you were just as interested in him. 

After what Sapnap regarded as one too many times they went up to you, he gave in. 

“Okay, fine. I’ll fucking ask them out just stop” Dream and George share a look before almost pushing Sapnap in your general direction. 

He hesitates for a few seconds before deciding it was better to get it over with. Approaching you, he clears his throat causing you to turn around. Once you’re face to face, you give him a smile even though you’re freaking out on the inside. 

“How can I help?” he was even better looking up close, something you didn’t think could be possible. 

“I’m sorry for my friends asking you like a million questions earlier, they’re assholes” you laugh at his word before replying. 

“It’s okay, that’s what I’m here for! Anything else?” it was normal for you to ask a customer they needed anything else but you were hoping this guy would ask for your number or something. Your wish is answered soon after. 

“He thinks you’re cute” Dream walks by. clearly unimpressed with how the conversation was going. His statement causes the both of you to blush. 

“I told you they’re assholes. Could I get your number?” your laugh returns and you nod before giving him your number. He tells you to text him when you’re done with work so you can make a plan and they leave soon after.

Today’s shift was most definitely worth it. 

[scientificbiosecurity]

Regretevator headcanons pt 1 :3

Poob gives people that they like "kisses" by blowing their partyhorn into their cheek or forehead :3

Pest buzzes his wings when he's happy

Dr Retro and Enphoso are married 🔥🔥🔥

Unpleasant's favourite game is Garten of Banban and he watches Garten of Banban content farm videos, plus he has multiple Garten of Banban merch as well (he also likes listening to benjixscarlett)

Infected has a nerf gun collection in his closet

Slimyim and Pest are best friends, but they might be even more than that!!! :0 *gasp*/pos

Wallter uses Grammarly

Poob and Infected go to each other's houses a lot (PLUS THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACH OTHER TOO WOWZA)

Prototype and Scag pull pranks on customers that r mean or rude to Scag

might post a part 2 idk

[seroquelpussy]

I'd rather eat worms than ever have to work at a call center taking phone calls again but I did have some really funny interactions that I think about even though it's been years:

-Asked a guy for his account pin. He couldn't remember his pin until he went "Wait I think you might hate me for this but 69..." I started laughing "69..." at that point I just said "Stop" cause he sounded so nervous to tell me I started laughing too hard and he finally went "....69) It worked. His pin was 696969

-Woman who told me to always cross my toes and not my fingers because crossing my toes is luckier

-Guy who told me he dropped his phone magnet fishing and proceeded to tell me about all the things he's found magent fishing including guns

- Woman who told me about her 20 cats and was describing their buttholes in detail (I was definitely uncomfortable but it made me laugh)

- Coworker asked me to take the call because the "lady won't stop screaming at me" I took the call and immediately asked her upon hearing her accent if she was from New York. She went YES WHY and I was like oh you aren't yelling at us you guys just talk like that. She started laughing and said thank you finally God

- Had a bomb threat. I told him I'd let the store know he was on their way. He said thank you and hung up. Called back specifically for me so I talked to him. "[My name] YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THIS BUT THEY WILL NOT LET ME IN THE STORE" to which I told him yes that's their protocol but I did let them know since you asked me to tell them so I wanted to be sure I did what you asked. "thank you you're the best I appreciate you letting them know" Got shit at work for being the bomb guys friend. Also his mom called in and said he was definitely gonna do it?

-Guy who was hyperventilating when I answered the call and proceeded to ask me to triangulate his phones location because "theyre in my house"

-Mom who was like im really sorry but my son is really excited about Monster trucks can he tell you about them I said yes of course and talked to little one about monster trucks and how cool they are

-Guy who said I don't sound like I should be working at a call center and offered to pay for my schooling. My boss locked eyes with me because he was listening to the call and I muted myself and I was like hey man....and my boss was like absolutely fucking not you stop that right now

-Guy who told me I was stupid and wanted to talk to my boss. I said "Great! I love feedback!" And I heard him scream as I was putting him on hold. My boss just went "You're lucky we're friends otherwise I'd have to write you up for that"

-Not my story but my friend got shot in the eye with a nerf dart mid call and went FUCK GOD while on the call and had to explain to the customer what happened. Nerf guns were then banned from the office.

-It was my birthday so my bosses came up behind me blasting Lmfao party rockers at full volume while I desperately tried to convey that I was on a call. The customer was like what is actually happening right now and I was like im so sorry but it's my birthday. The customer then proceeded to also blast LMFAO in the background and sing happy birthday at me.

[yzomiris]

What kind of nerf gun does Tris use? It makes me really happy that they use one as someone who's super active in my college's nerf club and also loves Terezi, but now I'm super curious about what blaster she actually uses lol

Oh boy they have... a full closet full of Nerf Guns skfnnsnd but I would say they use semiautomatics as main. They would probably customize a few of these as dragon themed like the EmberStrike series.