#falling like spaghetti xd

[candlebel]

This came to my mind. 🤭

Sun trying to prop Moon up so he stands up looking like anything but a shrimp but instead he just collapses on the floor like a big puddle

[mydadleft471]

Hubby-non! 💙✨ here to gift you with prompts! >w<

Route A) Messmer has a little whoopsie and sprains his ankle (poor guy has little to no actual vision since his snakes mostly help him to see) and his lovely husband takes care of him! If he needs to get up husband reader picke him up and either piggy backs him or carries him bridal style! He brushes Messmer's hair out, helps him get dressed and of course- feeds him in bed! His sweet little Messmer (maybe they are the same height- so thats a stretch xD) is just too flustered to oppose because when has he ever been pampered? (At first he fights it of course because hes Messmer and thinks he can do everything all the same as if his ankle wasn't sprained but the moment he takes a step he immidietly is in pain and falls- right into his husbands strong loving arms ❤✨) Messmer gets babied and honestly enjoys it? But he won't ask for it ever again.. He's so embarrassed he likes being taken care of!

Route B) Husband gets greatly injured after protecting Messmer from a surprise ambush assassination attempt! And ends up getting a nasty fever from an onset infection- Messmer tends to the bandages himself, cleans and lovingly re-wraps the wound! He helps husband sit up to eat and drink water (maybe wipe the sweat from his brow with a cool rag) and lay back down to rest more. The whole time husband (though feverish and sick as hell) is looking at him like he's an angel and just doesn't stop talking about how much he loves Messmer and how he's so damned lucky that Messmer loves him in return, and how he would challenge the gods and face their might if they dare oppose their love.. Messmer just thinks he's being silly and chuckles at him "hush.. Thou art feverish- though thy words flatter me so.." Before giving him a forehead smooch and combing his fingers through his sick hubbys hair 😚 hubby begs him not to leave yet and Messmer obliges.. Staying until he falls asleep ❤💙✨

And Route C) The two are taking their first bath together! Maybe dirtied from a sparring match, or just being out in the field.. But either way! Neither are going to sleep like this.. Messmer is VERY self conscious and can't even look at his husband- his husband laughs at him and calls him adorable and says he's allowed to look along with there is nothing for him to be ashamed of! Just a whole session of appreciation and love, Messmer gets washed with the most tender and caring hands which soap and rinse him all the same! Practically melts as his husband combs his fingers through the sopping wet red mop that has become Messmer's hair.. Maybe he's got his back facing his husband, so he can lean against him, and just.. Ends up falling asleep by the end of it! Husband has to wake him up so they can dry off and then head straight to bed where Messmer lays atop his husband and listens to his heartbeat- maybe having a lovely heartfelt conversation of love and adoration of each other (Messmer being embaressed that his husband is so straight forward with his feelings while Messmer is the exact opposite-) before falling asleep ❤💛💚💙💜✨

Anon… anon I love you so much. This shit is like an ESSAY. I have so much to choose from oh no 😭 I love the idea of his husband getting hurt protecting him (poor bby) and Messmer getting all upsetti-spaghetti and feeling like this is his fault, and the best husband ever is like “shut up and bring me soup idiot.” But I ALSO love the idea of carrying this lanky dude! Fuck. I’m in a pickle anon. Thank you so so much for this!!!

[fisbybaconey]

Summary of Tomodachi Tower: 10 june - 20 june

10 JUNE: In continuation of previous post, I dont letting PizzaHead to date me since im taken, then im seeing VIGILANTE HAD CRUSH ON NOISETTE, thus im happily spam screenshot to the point THE GAME FUCKING CRASHED, AND I DONT EVEN GET THE FUCKING SCRREENSHOOT WHHAT THE FUC- Okay move on to the saved timeline, This time its failed and PizzaFace and Me officially broke up. However, Noise got feelings for Noisette and confesses with wedding ring, He succeed!

11 june: Peddito Calzone attempts to date the Noise twice, fails horribly to the point he's having depression and i need to send him to Germany :')

Vigilante meanwhile havin crush (AGAIN?) on Noisette, confesses, and also get Rekt, so i also send him to France. Look at this mf bruhh he's posing like that "Sparkle on!" Jerma meme

12 june: NOISECOUPLE WEDDING NOISECOUPLE WEDDING RAAAAHH, FINNALY THE FIRST COUPLE WHO ACTUALLY GOT MARRIED YAAAAS!!!!

(Wait why tf im standing beside my ex?)

Wow, PizzaHead. Right a day after my breakup, you decide to hit me now? yknow you could wait late right-

Were couples now and still havin healthy relationship (kinda plannin for marriage but were not ready yet-)

13 june: Snotty how the fuck-

yea, Peddito accepts and became Gayass couple. The End.

14 June: Somehow, Froisette suddenly and single-handedly summons her anime harem gurl wtf- anyway She picks Peppino wuuuuuuhhtt?

Vigilante, for TWO FUCKING TIMES YOU FALL FOR A GAL WHO'S ALREADY TAKEN, LIKE DUDE PEPPINA AND PIZZA GRANNY STILL SINGLE BRUHHH-

Snotty wants me hear his yapping abt how beautiful Peddito's voice is

15 june: NOISECOUPLE'S FIRST CHILD. HER NAME'S SARAH. THEY CHOOSE THAT NAME. IF YALL FUCKING COMPLAIN, LOOK AT ME IN EYES AND TELL ME HOW THE FUCK YOU CALL SARAH FUCKING UGLY-

17 June: oh look apparently The Noise is hotter than Peppino!

Peppino, i didnt remember we bake shortcake on frying pan-

Seeing how TomoTower Isand had lackin any Romance lately, I, Fisby Baconey had paired Peppina Spaghetti wiith Phil Pepperman-

Nevermind, they went "just friend" bruh...

18 june: Gustavo failed to rizzing up Granny /srs

Tomato topping, youre still a minor...also Maurice, even though Sausage's hair covers ur hand doesnt mean i couldnt see that raised sleeve of yours Murice, DO YOU STILL FUCKING LISTEN WHAT DID SNOTTY SAY? DO YOU WANNA COMMIT INCEST ON PEPPINO WTF-

20 june: Happy birthday snotty XD

Pepperman accidentally commits love triangle, reject both and causes Peppina crying her ass i neeadta give her vacation aaaa- also she goin to germany (wth its been 3 times im seein my mii goin to Germany wat-)

[yummycrummy]

It's interesting that Roy's hair just falls out for a switch but now I can't unsee him switching back and it growing back like that family guy play-dough clip xD

It just grows back like spaghetti noodles jsfhsjf

[ratguy-nico]

Gene for the character ask!

an anon ask me this I dont know if should be scare XD But at least someone ask so thankiu Anon And here we Go with my fav bean:

First impression: Okey dont judge me but I actually fall really fast for my Gene XD lit the episode that seal the deal for me was Spaghetti Western from season 1 so yeah it was almost love at first sight, love at first season

Impression now: I mean, they're my bean, my precious little baby, they are the sun that shine in my sky XD for real with every episode I fall a lil deeper They're just too precious for me

Favorite moment: This is a bit weird but it is his whole song for Courtney in the Gene and Courtney's Show but specially his line "Your heart is not broken is only growing" I have never had a romantic relationship I do not ship Gene x Courtney, why does this moment make me cry? that and the whole Stand by Gene episode

Idea for a story: Im terrible for this, but i don't have any idea like for an actual episode, I did wanted to try making a comic in which Gene want to put a play and have to asume the role of director, but struggle with not being able to properly work with others since she has such an informal and messy way of working, how if something seems to hard she just quite, how Gene deal with frustration and how she sometime takes it out on those who try to help her like her friends and family, but we have seen this in many episodes so is not a very original idea 😅

Unpopular opinion: I dont think I have any, I think all of us love Gene, think their amazing and that they totally need to be taken more seriousley by the avarege viewer and the crew. Maybe that's my unpopular opinion? for me the crew has contributed to Gene being taken as a least important character in the family, they have give her some deep episodes yeah, of course, but mostley they forgot about Gene, for example in the movie Gene has the least important plot of all. I know is hard with three kids, and Bob and Linda, but come on! (though I love Loren Bouchard and the whole crew, this is just me being pity)

Favorite relationship: ships aside, I actually love Gene's father/son relationship with Bob, I want as many episode with this two you can give me. And…as a lil surprise I would love to see Gene interact more with Jimmy Jr, I dont know why but I think they would be good for each other, artistically talking, they both struggle in the artistic medium they love, cause even if arts is "free" is still have to please the mayority (this is actually a main plot in the comic I am not making) And in the shipping department Galex 👍

Favorite headcanon: Im also terrible at headcanons so I just have dumb ones. The main one is, you know how Gene has composed many songs in the serie? well, for me, Gene compose the whole song "My Butt Has a Fever" and probably made the coreo too, Louise could have help a lil on the lyrics but is mostly an original Gene. That and Gene use belcro shoes…why? cause I used belcro shoes until i was like…16(?) I hate shoelaces and even now days i made that thing when you tie your shoes like looseley and you just dont untied it like never, how many shoes i have ruin? i dont care, I want for Gene to have the same problem cause i love her :D (does Gene being genderfluid is a headcanon? cause for me is a super canon thing)

That's all, anon, I don't know if I know you, I don't know if you know me, probably yes cause you pick my bean, but whatever it is, I love you, besito en la frente.

[quinloki]

It is my firm belief that killers wall is covered in water stains from having spaghetti thrown at it to check if it’s cooked all the way. I’d wet his noodle

What do you imagine your favorites smell like?

Hope your shoulder starts feeling better!!

XD I can see it. I can see Kid or Heat or something coming through and placing noodles on the wall to make more specific patterns. Or someone painting a design in it lol

Ah, what they smell like.

Marco’s got a warm scent, like sun tanned skin and dark liquor. It’s sweet more than citrus, but there is a hint of pineapple there too, probably just cause he eats so many. It’s very savory over all and a little honeyed.

Kid smells like metal and rubber glue - but it’s not strong enough to be offensive. It’s just distinctly machine grease and soap, sometimes sweat and oak too. Right on the line of being almost too much, but once you get used to it, it’s comforting and surprisingly complex.

Sir Crocodile is warm sand and orange peels. Leather and smoke with bourbon and butter to smooth it out. It slips under the surface of his cigar smoke, but the stogie pairs well with it all.

Sabo… hmmm… he’s snuck up on me lately so I haven’t really thought about it. But I think he smells crisp. Like snow and cold evergreen bark. There’s a soft vanilla scent that lingers in it, works with the bark because it’s not like evergreen pine needles.

When he sweats though the clean crisp scents fall away and the vanilla warms. He has the random luck to smell almost sweet when he’s worked up a sweat. (Ace hates that about him, it’s not fair to smell good when you’re sweaty and “gross” xD )

[inkysqueed]

oh, just five more (random) things...

I'm slowly going to get through these tag games surely! They're a lot of fun though and I have the dazzling @gwilin-stay-winnin to thank for being tagged in this one!

The rules are simple: Share five random things you enjoy!

Glassblowing. I've never done it myself as an art but every time it comes on to tv (like in How It's Made) or some other media I am immediately transfixed...

Collecting cards. Mainly Pokemon cards though I do have a few Yugioh cards (no reason, I've never watched the anime) and random playing cards as well. I am collecting my Pokemon cards in a binder but I ran out card sleeves! I try to keep the cards together and in a safe spot in the meantime though.

A good bowl of pasta. It doesn't have to be expensive pasta either; it can be a cheap canned variety. Especially lasagna, though I don't mind spaghetti or ravioli. I guess that's something of a food-based guilty pleasure for me haha XD

Dance Dance Revolution. Oh man when I was younger and had the room for it, I was playing DDR like all the time! Nowadays I settle for basically any rhythm/music-based game-- even if it's just listening to it-- but DDR was a passion of mine back in the day and I'm still fond of it!

Restoration videos. Okay this might be cheating; especially since I mostly watch these to fall asleep. But a good restoration video with no music and perhaps even no voice-over can be very informative and relaxing (to me at least.) I haven't seen someone who doesn't like watching an item be brought back from years of neglect either, yet.

I am tagging nobody in particular (because I am in college right now and I really feel that "low pressure" vibe for the time being haha) but if you want to do this-- just say I tagged you :]

[lewdligu]

Finally Time at Home

Figured I should get a story up here. I don't know how many I'm gonna post since I have like four other places I post my writing. XD I will probably use this space for shorter things though, fantasies or thoughts.

I also do a thing where I write based on the gacha game pulls I do, that'll be coming soon.

But for now enjoy this cute little thing involving a sweet couple and some tickly shenanigans.

If you want to read more writing, hit up my DeviantArt.

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“I wonder where she is…” I question the walls as I mull about the kitchen. It’s not really that I’m worried; she can take care of herself against whatever might be around her little forest, but usually her mushroom gathering is pretty quick. She has her particular favorite little patches of shrooms she floats between.

Plus, I’m about ready with this sauce and it needs the key ingredient!

Ahh well, I’m sure she’s just being extra picky about which ones she collects, since it’s been a while since I’ve made her favorite dish. Been so busy in the castle lately that I haven’t had this kind of opportunity to spend time at home for an extended period. I’m happy to be so busy, but I miss the ability to just be with her, like before.

Wisps of purple smoke erupt from the large pot bubbling away on the stove; the timer spell telling me that the spaghetti is done! I quickly grab my strainer and swirl it through the boiling water, giving the pasta a little gathering twirl before nabbing it all in one scoop. With a bobbing flourish (archmages always have a flare for the dramatic), I drain the nest of spaghetti before laying it on the large plate I have prepared, letting it steam itself out. Its ordeal is not yet over, but it needs to cool while the sauce is being finished up.

Speaking of the sauce, it can get my full attention once more. I play with the stove a little, tweaking the flame in the most subtle way. This sauce is so amazing, but it does take quite a lot of effort to get right. The heat has to be perfect, the order of the ingredients has to be correct. Even the amount of spices has to be pretty exact or else the entire sauce goes bad.

I take the small bowl of pre-measured Uhilian vinegar…

I take a sniff of the bowl just to make sure I have the Uhilian vinegar.

“Hork!” Yeah this is definitely the stuff…

It mellows out in the sauce, I promise. As I rub my nose and toss it in, the thick simmering sludge absorbs the liquid and it turns from a deep crimson to a lighter flame red. Just as planned. But now we’re at an impasse… The next ingredient is not yet–

“I’m hhhHHOOOOOME!” A shrill voice escalates as its owner comes barreling into the house through the open window.

Literally barrelling, why is she flying so fast!? And so erratically; the basket she’s carrying is flipping all over the place, I can see the mushrooms nearly falling out!

“E-Enelily!” I exclaim as I scramble out of the kitchen, rounding the shelf and putting my hands out to grab the basket just at the tipping point before any of its contents can escape. When I stop the basket, the little fairy’s momentum carries, and she begins swinging on the handle like a goofy kid at a playground. Her magic allows her to be pretty strong at this size, but considering she’s not even a foot tall and I’m almost six, physics wins over magic there.

“WheeEeEEeEEEeeeh~” The minigirl squeals as she flips around and around the basket handle, slowing to a stop after a couple rotations until she’s just dangling from it. Her four translucent wings twitch, spread wide like she were flying, but I can tell she’s not. She’s got a silly look on her face, and her little coat is only half-on her body. The top of it is stained with a dark liquid.

Oh, I get it.

“‘Lil, you got into the Nightwish again, didn’t you?” I ask with a sigh as I start back toward the kitchen with our star ingredient (and the fairy dangling above them).

“Nnnnnn–.... Nooooooo,~” she replies, not at all trying to hide the goofy smile on her face. My walking makes her sway back and forth, her body pretty lax as she looks like she’s just enjoying the movement.

As I set the basket down on the countertop next to the stove I can finally get a good look at her. Her normally sapphire-blue hair is also darkened to a deep indigo. I shake my head lightly and offer my finger to her. “What did I tell you about flower-diving?”

“You shaid…. You shhhhhaid…” she slurs adorably, reaching a tiny hand out to my finger to monkey bar climb her way from the basket handle to dangle in the same way from my finger. “You said to have fun!”

Gods she is so cute, I can’t help but smile. “Yes, but I meant with me, silly.” I twist around and wiggle my finger, which makes her giggle and bounce, trying a little pull up–unsuccessfully thanks to her inebriation–but it’s an adorable attempt.

“I knooooow~ I’m sorry it’s just that the plant is growing so well, and it looked so inviting and I was thirsty and…” ‘Lil continued to ramble, but started talking so fast that I couldn’t comprehend her. Nightwish affects different fairy species in different ways, and she’s never really been able to hold her substances of any kind well, so I’m not surprised she’s so discombobulated. At least she’s an adorable drunk.

“Well, it’s fine, you’ll be good by the time dinner is ready.” I say–from very much experience– as I dangle her over the counter next to where the spaghetti is sitting, now pleasantly warm.

“Yeaaaaaaaaah!” she cheers, and lets go of my finger. I expected her to drift down to the countertop–she likes to float back and forth slowly like a falling leaf, it’s just the cutest thing–but instead she just hovers exactly where she was.

Drunk brain is a funny thing.~

I give her a smile and poke her cheek (my fingertip is nearly as big as her cheek), to which she puffs her face brattily, before I turn around and start going through the mushrooms she’s selected.

“Wow, you really went all out with these,” I say, rummaging through the caps in the basket. Each mushroom is plump and tight, with gills perfectly formed. It looks like she’s chosen all of her favorites, and just the best specimens of each. I knew that she would grab good ingredients–it is her job after all–I guess I forgot just how good she is at this.

I’m glad she found these before she dove into that pitcher plant.

Well, I don’t need all of these, so I begin the process of selecting two of each type that I think would be best in the sauce. The largest Purple Hearts. The ugliest Sprinkle Caps. The greenest Box Tops.

As I hold two of the Baggund mushrooms, one circular and one square, I can’t remember which was better…

“Hey, do you remember what Baggund I usually use?” It’s been a really, really long time since I’ve made this recipe…

“Tha square one!” She calls back, though her voice is a little muffled. The shift in tone makes me perk up, setting the mushrooms down and turning around with a curious eyebrow.

My face falls as I step to the other counter. “Enelily…” She’s not sitting where I thought she would be. She’s not sitting at all.

A leg poking out of a nest of noodles, a wrist wrapped up in a strand, a tiny foot shibari’d in a pasta knot.

“I’msorry it was so waaaaaarm,~” she says with a drunken groan, the noodly mountain shuddering as she squirms in spaghetti until her head pokes out. The sticky noodles cling to her hair and her pale neck. All her limbs are sticking out now, as is a bit of her torso and her collarbone. But the rest is just noodle; I can’t even see her wings.

How long was she in there for? She must have dove in and squirmed around for the entire time I had my back to her…

“Well now I need to make another batch of spaghetti…” I say with a deep, exasperated sigh.

‘Lil looks up at me with pleading eyes. “A-are you mad at me…?” she asks.

My face lightens, giving her a soft smile. “No, silly,” I reply warmly, leaning down to rest my elbows on the countertop on either side of the plate.

Honestly, it’s impossible to be mad at her, ever. I fell in love with her because of her pure heart, her kindness; and yes, her silliness. It’s been so long since we’ve been able to get so comfortable and casual like this that I’ve forgotten just how much of those things she is, and just how much I love her because of them. We lock eyes for an eternal second, as I lose myself in them all over again. Her smile grows sheepish as my lovey gaze weighs on her, making her blush deeper and shrink into her noodly cushion.

“But, I do need to punish you for ruining this batch,” I tease. With a swift motion I lean far to the side–so much so that I’m nearly tipping–as I reach out for a nearby tall jar that still has its lit off.

“P-punish…?” she says apprehensively, trying to twist herself around to watch where my hand is going. But as she tries to stretch, the noodles around her constrict; she can barely move! “A-ah’m s-stuck!” she exclaims, some of her Sirilian accent coming through.

I smirk and let out a playfully evil chuckle–as I am wont to do when I am getting into mischief. I reach into the jar and feel around with two fingertips, grabbing what I’m looking for, and slowly pull out a hard, uncooked strand of pasta. I flip it around my fingers ostentatiously and let it rest; holding it like a quill as I bring it in front of her.

Finally able to see it, the confusion is clear upon her face. I let the situation linger in the air, letting her mind wander with possibilities. What the heck am I doing with a stiff stick of pasta? Why am I holding it like a chopstick that I’d use to poke a piece of…

Her eyes widen.

“W-wai–YEEP!” As she opens her mouth to beg, it is swiftly cut off with a yelp as I prod her exposed left sole with the stick. I am no stranger to her body–we’ve been together a long time–but I know that in her small form my fingers are too big to tickle her.

But this? This thin, stiff, barely sharp stick of pasta? As I start to poke it around the plump curves of her tiny fairy sole, it works perfectly to make her descend into adorable giggles.

“NYooHihIIIYee-EEheEe! NYaaHaha–I’m sorry I’m sorreeEEEhhEE~!” She trills through her giggling, trying to form words as she writhes about in the sticky pile of noodles. Every time she twists or pulls, she knots herself up a little tighter, the spaghetti constricts a little more. And as it pulls at her, I notice that it’s making her little green blouse ride up on her midriff, exposing her milky, smooth stomach. Gods, she’s so beautiful.

But she’s also so ticklish, and ruined dinner, so the punishment must be performed. I move my implement of torture up to her belly, beginning to poke and prod around her skin there. Her laughter pitches up as she tries so desperately to curl up and protect herself, but the noodles are the most complete bondage, preventing her from doing more than writhing back and forth as my poking tickles make her jump.

“NYA-NNee–EE-EEEHeeEHIIIIII~!” It’s been so long since I’ve gotten a chance to tickle her that I forgot just how amazing her reactions were. Her laughter is high pitched, a little shrill; halfway between a buzzing beehive and a fluttering hummingbird. And every now and then–especially when my noodle finds the extra ticklish spots around her tiny hips–she erupts with a squeal like a birdcall. No orchestra in the world could produce music I would enjoy more than this ticklish laughter that I’m conducting from her.

The blush on her face makes her pale cheeks practically glow red, and even though her smile is forced, I can see the pure enjoyment behind her eyes as she alternates between squeezing them closed while shaking her head, and looking up at me amorously. I can tell that she’s wanted this as much as I have.

But she can also tell that I’m not going to go that easy on her, thanks to her indiscretion!

With my free hand I reach to the middle of the long uncooked spaghetti noodle, and snap it in half. With another showy spin I’m now dual-wielding pasta, and she knows I know how to use them. I move the noodles to each of her helpless, tiny bare feet.

“HYAAAAAHEEEEE~!” Her body stiffens in her noodly bondage as I prod the pointy noodles around her soft soles with swift, fast movements. Probably about as big as her toes, I am surprisingly dexterous with my torturous poking. She can shake and paddle her feet around quite a lot, but the spaghetti around her tiny body makes it so she can never shift away enough. Her right foot especially, since it’s bound at the ankle rather than the thigh like her other, is particularly helpless to my tickling.

I admit, I’m losing myself a little in the situation; I just love watching her squirm. The way her itty bitty toes are flexing and scrunching to each poke, the way her soft soles wrinkle and stretch with each of her pulls. The way I can make her yelp every time I poke the ball of her foot, but flutter in laughter every time I trace around her arch.

But as I’m tickling her, as the seconds pass and I fall more and more in love with her giggly torment, I can hear the exhaustion setting in. Her small form doesn’t have a whole lot of stamina, so as much as I would love to tickle her until the sun sets, I know soon it will switch from being enjoyable torture to being legitimately upsetting, and I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

At least, not without her prior agreement.

So after a few more pokes around her perfect soles (now a lovely shade of red), and a couple more prods around her belly (I just had to see her try to curl up one more time), I finally remove my tools, setting them down on the countertop. She giggles through heavy breaths, lingering tickly sensations still shooting through her body. ‘Lil has the cutest post-tickling afterglow; she lets out little twitches and shudders, and continues giggling for minutes without any touching even happening. Normally I would deeply rub her skin to get some of the electricity out of her nerves, but when she’s small like this, that usually just ends up overwhelming her, so I give her a few long seconds to let the fire across her skin burn itself out.

As she relaxes into her noodle bed, I think it’s time to get her out of there.

Plus, it’s now impossible for me to resist touching her amazing body.~

I lower my head, softly pressing my mouth to the noodles that bind her legs. With a masterful motion I slide my teeth across them, and a bit of her skin, taking a few bites to free her lower body. I move myself up to her midriff, unable to resist giving her stomach a lustful kiss (and eliciting just the hottest little moan) before navigating my teeth to the thick cords of cold noodle binding her chest.

I move to free her arms, but my lips are greeted with her hands instead; it seems like she already freed herself there.

…I wonder if she could have done that at any time.

I don’t really care, of course. I feel her arms guide me up towards her small, beautiful face, and she gives my upper lip just the sweetest little kiss. Tired, but very sweet.

“Take all the time you need, ‘Lil,” I whisper as I pull away. She’s sprawled out on the noodle bed, just enjoying the lingering exhaustion and our mutual presence. We gaze lovingly at each other for who cares how long, and each second solidifies my dedication to her more and more.

A gurgle from behind me catches my attention, and I peel my eyes away from my love while stepping to the other side of the kitchen.

The sauce is as black as night, and is giving off a sickly green vapor. Like I said; this sauce is temperamental. With a sigh I grab the lid and cover the large pot, turning the flame off. It’s a really good thing I didn’t actually put those mushrooms in; I have plenty of the other ingredients, but those would have been horrible to waste.

As I am lamenting the fallen sauce, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my middle. A chin rests upon my shoulder, and I’m given just the warmest squeeze.

“Let me help you,” Enelily says, still in a bit of a daze. As she’s hugging me, I can feel that she has a fist full of spaghetti in her grasp.

“I would love that,” I reply, reaching back and running my hand through her sapphire hair.

Gods, I love this fairy, in all her forms.

[indigowallbreaker]

Top 5 favorite foods/recipes.

Hmm this took thought. Let's go with recipes! In no particular order!

Chocolate Chip Cookies: This is just an easy and quick cookie that makes a good base for variations. Throw in peanut butter chips or dark chocolate chips, or press the dough into a 9x13 pan for bars. Plus most people like these cookies so they makes a great crowd pleaser or gift!

Honey Oat Bread: Favorite bread recipe. There's a tradition in our house that whoever is home during a snow day (due to school shut down or work closing) has to bake bread. That way the others come home to the best smell ever and ALSO have fresh bread to enjoy! :D

Banana Chocolate "Dump" Cake: This uses a box of cake mix and two very ripe bananas-- and it's delicious. Not hard to make, doesn't take too many ingredients, and doesn't even need to be frosted! Great for when you have only a few bananas to use up.

Spaghetti with Cherry Tomatoes: idk if this counts as a "recipe" but dang it I need a savory dish in this list XD Spaghetti with cherry tomatoes and balsamic is a great use of the fresh tomatoes my mom's friend gives us from her garden. Plus I can make it in advance and just let it sit in the pot until we're ready to eat. AND I just love an excuse to have as much balsamic as I want lol

Spice Cookies: Just a lovely fall cookie, baked in the spices of autumn. They're fun to cut into seasonal shapes-- and if you're feeling crafty, you can make up the icing and "paint" on faces and such. Great for making with kids!

Ahh that was a nice topic. Thanks for asking!!

[starkcanvas]

Clear Out AU: The Crawford-Calloway Fam relationship #1 :D

For the past few days, I’ve been thinking about just how Sunny and Mari interact/bond with Klaus, Del and Gómez. I thought I should share ^^

KLAUS:

Klaus is your typical loud, hearty and embarrassing Dad lmao at first, Mari and Sunny weren’t quite sure what to really think of Klaus as their previous Father was extremely reserved- stoic to an extent, and they never really saw him all that often either. But whenever he was home, everyone in the house was slightly on edge as he was known for a short temper due to work getting on his nerves.

So when learning that the quiet one, Del, would be working while Klaus was the “stay at home” parent, which they’ve never experienced before due to both their old parents being extremely busy, they were extremely tense around Klaus. And his overall size and build didn’t help. Sunny being the most freaked due to the power imbalance he could clearly see

Klaus can see that both kids were nervous around him, but he doesn’t blame them after hearing what their last Dad did to Sunny AND how he treated the two siblings, having favourited Mari much more over him. So while doing it slowly, he does his best to bond and spend time with his new kids the best he can. Often asking them about their interests or favourite things. Letting them talk to him freely without needing to worry about judgement to help build trust. Later on, when he learns of the kids favourite hobbies, he’ll go out and get some of the better quality supplies!

He’ll get some good art books, pencils, crayons and the like for Sunny. And then with Mari, she mentions that with how things are now, she feels even more left out of things than she did before with just her bad leg. So Klaus tries to look into getting her into video games like her brother. That way the two siblings can further bond with each other, and make Mari feel less lonely. That and it’s something for her to do that won’t cause her stress unlike playing the piano did ;w;

Klaus loves his kids so much. He would do anything and everything for them. First night the kids stayed, he asked them what their favourite foods where so he could make it for dinner. They answered, albeit shy and hesitantly and when dinner arrived, Sunny was suprised with the most amazing Steak he'd ever had and Mari was given the best Spaghetti and meatballs she's ever tatsed ^^

The siblings ended up in a food coma after dinner, both of them falling asleep on the living room couch later and Klaus ended up carrying them both to bed lmao xD

[the-inkwell-variable]

Get to Know Me

I was tagged by @kyofsonder in this little game! I'll try to keep it brief -- I tend to ramble, and I don't want to subject you guys to my mindless babbling xD

Relationship Status: I am married, to a lovely MTF potato that I adore more than anything in the world (yes, even more than my cats!)

Favorite Color: I can't decide between turquoise and deep purple, so both? Both is good!

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory! I can't handle spicy much, even if I love the zing it gives, and my stomach can't handle too much sweet (curse you, overindulgence of sour gummi worms and hot tamales!) so I tend to lean toward savory foods!

Three Favorite Foods: it's like you know I can't choose lol! Well, my three favorites are saurbraten, wienerschnitzel, and spaghetti bolognese! It ain't real spaghetti without the meat sauce, and I'll die on this hill!

Song Stuck in My Head: Right now, it's a toss-up between "Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea" by XYLØ or "Sarcasm" by Get Scared. Two very different moods, both stuck in my head at once. HELP

Last Song Listened To: "The Hunter" Intense Symphonic Metal Cover (a remake of Father Gascoigne's theme from Bloodborne, UGH IT'S SO GOOD)

Last Thing I Googled: that's easy! The name of "Sarcasm" because I completely spaced on it and couldn't be bothered to scroll through my playlist to find it again xD listen i'm incredibly lazy leave me alooooone

Last Series I Watched: The Strain! It's Halloween and in between horror movies, I decided to rewatch one of my favorite series ever -- season four doesn't exist though. I'm in charge and I've decided that. I'll happily rant about THAT if anyone wants to hear my completely fair and totally unbiased opinions /s

Last Movie I Watched: The Last Rite. It was...okay? Pretty interesting for a possession flick. Some characters weren't acted the greatest, but I did like it overall.

Currently Reading: This Rotten World by Jacy Morris! I'm a slut for zombies in literature, and this is actually turning out to be a really good book. I'm enjoying it a lot, even if I don't have the spoons to read as much as I want to. Shoutout to Contagion by Erin Bowman for being another one that I recently read! I usually don't do sci fi, but this.... holy fuck this one actually scared me a little. It's SO GOOD

Currently Working On: trying to find a game to platinum (shoutout to my side blog @phantomkit1747 to keep tabs on THAT mess), getting to the newly introduced chaos 100 on Tiny Tina's Wonderland, 100% Batman Arkham Knight AGAIN, and figuring out how to get past my total inability to write for some stupid reason. Am I burned out?? Is it my health?? WHO KNOWS

Time: 12:52pm!

Dream Trip: ugh, I'd love to go home to Germany and just stroll through the pedestrian zones. In the fall, they're absolutely gorgeous. It's surprisingly relaxing, even when it's packed! I'd love to go visit some more castles too, maybe even just take a drive and get completely lost in the countryside!

Anything I Really Want Right Now: A new tablet -- mine finally crapped out on me, so now I can no longer draw NOR write casually on the couch instead of in my uncomfortable computer chair. I'm saving up for it but UGH BILLS (and doordash, doordash is the bane of my savings account xD)

Tagging! @writingpotato07, @lexwritesgayshit, @radiowrites, @on-noon, @taomega20writings, @writingently, and anyone else who wants to take part!

[bookworm555]

Triinu, internally:

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As soon as I re-read this hilarious little section of ‘2072′, I knew I had to draw a joke illustration for it, XD.

Octavia, I am so sorry for making you say that stupid spaghetti line, XD. (That does not appear in the actual story at all, but I figured I’d embellish the illustration a bit, just to show why Triinu is so irritated.)

Gabriel isn’t even from the US; he’s from Australia. He just knows like...a weird amount of specific facts about the US. 

*You can tell this part of the draft was written in 2013, since ‘big-ass trees’ was a huge meme back then, X’D

Back when I workshopped some of this story aaaages ago in my university’s writing club, I remember getting ticked off because one person thought that Triinu was a boring protagonist and wished I demoted her to a secondary character. :/ (This was because she’s introverted and doesn’t act like the main protag of an anime, haha.) But I am not changing her, nor her role in the story. She’s kickass in her own, calculated way.

Fun fact: this section actually originated from the (written in 2013) teaser ‘The Rise and Fall of Triinu Sepp’ before it was incorporated into the actual story. (If anyone does decide to read that, a few things have changed since I wrote it, regarding the plot. In the most updated version of the outline/plans, Harou doesn’t die. [I felt horrible killing him off, since he was the only contestant that died. So he lives in the current incarnation of the story XD]. Triinu’s hometown also doesn’t get entirely bombed/destroyed. [I didn’t like the idea of that; it didn’t sit well with me as time went on; I didn’t want to kill off thousands of people for the sake of the plot.] Instead, Triinu’s family [her parents, cousin, and best friend] are killed off, just to keep the tragedy more personal. [Though it turns out her cousin and BFF lived through the assassination attempt.] And the final change is that the final arena battles aren’t considered fights to the death. Some contestants in previous WPCs took it that far, but it’s not a requirement.)

One more thing about that: Triinu is given a weird nickname by an interviewer who couldn’t figure out how to pronounce her name. She dislikes said nickname immensely, though so many people call her by it. (This is made clear in the actual story, though I’m not sure it comes across that way in the teaser.)

However, despite it using an old version of the plot, I do still like that piece of writing. (I might edit it to fit with the current version someday, though.)

[azurethevampire]

I Will Give You A Reason

A/N: Set in season 6, episodes 2-3 (I think at least it was those episodes xD) This piece is quite angst-filled one, so prepare yourself with tissues if you have to. If there is any mistakes to the few words/sentences of Swedish used in this, they are entirely my own as that isn't my strongest foreign language and I didn't use a translator. Also this was written about a year ago when I watched True Blood for the first time.

Fandom: True Blood

Summary: Emily and Pam have searched for Eric across the world. When they finally find the 1,000 years old viking vampire from France Emily's already shattered world seems to turn into dust: Eric, her rock, her best friend, the only father she's ever had, is sick. 

Characters: Eric Northman, Pamela Swynford de Beaufort, Emily Northman (oc)

Words: 2736

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"Pam, you have to eat." 

You don't look like yourself, she wanted to add but stopped herself just in time. The vampire had been snappier for a few days now and Emily didn't want to make her mad at her. Not that she believed that Pam would really hurt her, even in anger. She had never done so after that one time and that had been when Emily was six and she hadn't known when to keep her mouth shut. 

Well, maybe she still didn't know when to keep her mouth shut —but she was better than ten years ago!  

Pam turned to look at the teenager—No. The young woman, that Emily had blossomed into in the last months despite that the world seemed to grow shittier every fucking day. Perhaps that was the reason why. Emily had lost that soft roundness on her face and her eyes were tired, dark bags under her eyes. Her clothes hung on her, and Pam, for a brief moment, wondered when was the last time the human herself had eaten. 

"I'm not hungry." 

Emily resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead, she sat down on the only chair in the motel room they were in. "Snälla, Pam. You could at least stop lying to me about it - I'm not blind!" 

Pam was about to snap something back, but instead, her hand reached the doorknob. But before she left the room she turned to face Emily again. "If I can't find anything tonight, I'll feed on you tomorrow, I promise. Stay here, don't open the door to anyone and don't invite anyone in." 

Emily let Pam say those words the vampire had said every night although the girl is tired of hearing them night after night. But it seemed to help Pam, to get to remind her of those small yet so trivial rules. So Emily's "I know" echoed in the empty vampire-friendly motel room after Pam had left and closed the door behind her. 

Her eyes spotted the room key left on the small cracked table near the door. In the first months of their search, Pam locked Emily in but lately, the vampire had not taken the keys with her at all. 

And because of that Emily knew that Pam was starting to become suicidal in their search for Eric.

•-•-•-•-•

“I think I found him.” 

Pam has never - as far as Emily’s memory goes back - sounded more… excited? Happy? No, that is not the right word and she knew that. Pam’s voice was flat, she tried to hide the hope that had filled her but Emily felt it. It radiated off Eric’s first progeny and she couldn’t help it; for the first time in months, Emily dared to let herself hope too. 

But there was something else she sensed from Pam. She was sad too, and that made the girl swallow. “But?” When did my voice start to sound so weak? So small? 

Pam’s next words killed something inside of her. 

“Tara is dead. I felt it.” 

What felt like minutes passed and Emily couldn’t say anything, couldn’t move from her spot. Pam was still but there was no denying the glint in her eyes. Emily and Pam had never been the type to coddle each other. Never. 

Still, Emily raised up in her bed anyway, took the few short steps it took to reach the vampire, who had been her only family for six months now, and she wrapped her arms around her, swallowing and blinking back the tears she felt coming. 

“I’m so sorry, Pam.” 

And Pam - beautiful, bad-ass, smart Pam - returned the young woman’s embrace, letting bloody tears run freely, staining Emily’s shirt with red. 

•-•-•-•-•

The plane landed in France the same evening - Pam in a coffin in the cargo hold. 

They flew to the villa in France. Pam had told Emily that she and Eric used to live here before they were forced to go to Shreveport. 

She could see why the two vampires had chosen this place to reside in — even in the night, the garden surrounding the sand-coloured walls of the large building was breathtakingly beautiful. 

Emily had more pressing matters though than to watch the sights. She could feel him. First time in over six months, Emily felt Eric. That familiar flare that had so long been gone from inside her, burned again. No. Not completely familiar. There was no doubt that the vampire she felt was indeed Eric Northman. But his life force, which had always been so strong… it cracked. Like old dry cement. 

Something is wrong, Emily thought as she followed Pam inside, to a spiral staircase going down, down, down.

Emily swallowed. She had a bad feeling. Very bad feeling - and god, she wished she was wrong. She begged to be wrong. That there was simply something wrong with her own powers, and not something wrong with her Eric. 

Wishful thinking, foolish thinking, she knew. Knew because she had felt this same feeling before over the past months - recently more often than she would have wanted to. 

Emily and Pam started to make their way down the stairs, and Emily - her chest tightened in pain. 

Two youngish and beautiful women met the vampire and the empath on the stairs. One of them said something in French. Emily couldn't understand, she had never bothered learning French. Maybe sometime during 'forever' — she had used to think that. Not anymore, not for a long time now. 

She didn't know what the French woman said but she did feel their emotions. Confusion. Betrayal. Hurt. Confusion. 

The final round of the spiral and Pam and Emily saw the room. 

As soon as Emily's eyes fell on him, she felt her heart tighten. She had thought she had felt pain last night when Tara died the true death. She had been wrong. 

Nothing she had ever felt compared to the heart-wrenching, punch-in-the-gut pain that crashed over her like a hurricane when the dark veins creeping up her guardian's chest, the meaning of them, finally hit her. 

And even though her legs felt like boiled spaghetti, Emily forced herself to step closer to Eric. Eric who was sick. He can't be! He's Eric for fuck's sake! But he could be, and he was. "No" pushed through her lips, past the lump in her throat, the word sounding broken. 

And Eric. 

Eric Northman's eyes switched from his first progeny to his human equivalent to a daughter. "You found me."  

“How long?” Pam asked the question that burned on Emily’s mind too. It seemed that Eric was still in the first stage of the Hep-V virus but she knew that that didn’t mean anything. Not because she didn’t know how long Eric had been sick. He could have months left with proper blood sources but then again, if the disease got worse, he could only have days. 

The tall blonde vampire didn’t answer, not right away. He almost looked like he was about to fall asleep. Hot tears began to blind the teenager’s vision as she grabbed his hand in hers. His hand had always been cold. Cooling touch relieving to Emily. Eric’s hand was warm now. This is wrong! Emily’s mind screamed at her. 

“Eric?”

“Can you repeat the question?” 

And those words that seemed so meaningless, so genuinely apologetic, were the words that sent Emily’s tears falling from her eyes. 

“How long have you been sick?” And Emily heard in Pam’s voice that she was crying too. 

“Saw the first signs last month”, Eric said and not once in the time Emily had known Eric had he sounded so weak. So tired. 

“When you were in St. Petersburg”, Emily heard herself say. She and Pam had tracked Eric there - Pam cursing all of the time they were in Russia, how she hated the Russians with her gut. 

Something flickered in Eric’s blue, tired eyes. And even though faint, Emily felt the emotion: surprise. And even if the situation they are in, is fucked beyond belief, the young woman of seventeen found herself smiling, just the tiniest bit. Because one didn’t sneak up on Eric Northman that easily. 

“Don’t act all surprised”, Pam said behind Emily. “We searched the whole fucking planet for you - St. fucking Petersburg, Eric? You know how I hate the Russian people.” 

“Well, I didn’t know you two were gonna come looking for me”, Eric said, eyes moving to Emily whose eyes squinted slightly. 

“Then you were an idiot”, Emily said in Swedish. Another small wave of surprise from Eric. Emily continued. “Why did you keep moving then?” 

“Yes, I want to know the answer to that as well”, Pam said crossing her arms.  

Eric chuckled, although it awfully sounds like a mix of a chuckle and a cough. Too rough, Emily thought. 

“Congratulations, Pam, Emmy-”, and Emily’s eyes were burning with unshed tears again because it had been so long that she had heard that nickname from Eric. “You have outwitted me.” His hand raised to touch Emily’s cheek. “But only because I’m not well.” 

Pam told about Tara, but to Emily’s confusion, Eric didn’t offer words of comfort, didn’t say he was sorry to hear that. Instead, he asked about a stupid bucket game he played in Marocco - the same game Pam had played last night to get the information of Eric’s location. 

“Oh… I liked the bucket game.” 

And Pam was about to snap, she already took steps forward, but Emily beat the vampire to it. 

“What is wrong with you?! You are Eric fucking Northman!” her hands balled to fists, the tears in her eyes no longer coming out of sadness, but anger. “You don’t give up. You fight!” 

“Fight’s over, Emily.” 

“This can’t all be about Sylvie.” 

Emily didn’t know who Sylvie was. But she knew that Eric giving up like this couldn’t be just because of one person. 

“Godric”, Eric stated. “Nora.” Emily felt a tug of pain in her chest, partly her own, partly the vampire’s whose hand she still held in hers. “And yes, Sylvie too.” 

And Pam’s next question made Emily’s heart skip a beat, two beats. Because she had never, even in her wildest worst-case scenarios, thought about that. Not until Pam put that idea in her head when she asked: “Did you contract the virus on purpose?” 

Eric wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t do something so… he wouldn’t! but despite her thoughts, Emily couldn’t have said why she was suddenly so afraid of his answer. 

“On purpose? No-” Eric said, shaking his head a little, and Emily felt a relieved breath leave her. “But did I go about my dealings with a devil-may-care attitude? Absolutely.” 

“Damn you!” Emily snapped, but then she burst into tears. She was exhausted - she hadn’t slept since Marocco and even there it was just a few hours -, and the only thing that had kept her from having a break-down had been hope. Hope that she would see Eric again soon. But this reunion had not been the relief she had waited for. She was glad to see him again, but a small part of her wished they never would have found him. 

Because now, she was afraid. More afraid than she had ever been in her entire life - and that was saying something after the torture Edgington had put her through two years ago. 

Eric tried to reach for the girl, but Emily turned away, scooting back in the chair so she sat by his legs. She pulled her knees up, hugged herself tightly and buried her face in her knees as sobs racked her whole body. She was barely aware that Pam had sat on Eric’s other side, trying to reason with him. 

“Don’t do this to us”, Emily heard Pam start sobbing and she turned her head, just enough that she could see Eric and her again - and she didn’t want to. She really didn’t but she still reached out with her hand, and her fingers - still so small and slim in comparison - wrapped around Eric’s large hand the best they could. “Please, Eric…”, Emily sobbed, too. 

“God damn you!” Pam cursed.  

“For more than 1,000 years, the world has been my oyster”, Eric said. 

“And it still can be”, Pam argued. “I’ll do anything.” Emily squeezed Eric’s hand. Me too. I would do anything for you. She wanted to say but the words refused to leave her. 

“I’ve lost my taste for oysters, Pam.” 

“Then find it again.” Emily’s voice came out harsher than she intended and she gained Eric and Pam’s attention. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she uncurled herself from her position. “Du lovade mig”, Emily said in Swedish, desperately, and her voice was thick with emotion. 

Something in Eric’s eyes shifted. Turned softer and sad. “I know I did, sweetheart, but the world has changed since then.” He grabbed Emily’s wrist and pulled her towards him - and even sick, Emily found out that Eric was still so much stronger than she was. She was only human after all - even if it was with a little something extra. Eric’s feelings were clear and honest at his next words as his hand rested on the side of Emily’s face, thumb lightly brushing away her tears. 

“My sweet little Emily”, Eric whispered, his lips forming a quick smile, sad and warm at the same time. “You are gonna go out there. You are gonna grow up to be a beautiful, smart woman, go to some stupid fucking university and find yourself a good, loving human husband. You’re going to have kids and you will tell them stories about their 1,000 years old vampire grandfather… and you will be happy… Do you understand?” 

Emily swallowed, her hand raising on top of Eric’s now-wrong-temperature hand. She only barely managed to croak out the tiniest of “yes”. Even though she knew she would not do any of that. 

“You should go. Both of you.” 

Pam was crying but she was the first to rise from beside Eric and start to walk towards the staircase. 

This is wrong! Emily’s mind screamed as she rose. Virus or no virus Eric was not just any other vampire - he was Eric! 1,000 years old vampire and a viking! Vikings had not just sat down and waited for death to come collect them! At least Emily didn’t think so. No. Vikings, they avenged. Just like Eric had avenged his human family only seven or so months ago. 

As his last act… Emily felt no guilt of thinking about this at that moment, no guilt about throwing someone else’s life to a path to death - as far as she was concerned the other person deserved it. 

As his last act before true death, Eric Northman could take revenge against the person who did this to him. 

“Sarah Newlin”, Emily said, turning back to face Eric again. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Pam turn on her heels a glint of surprise and (oh that traitorous) hope in her eyes. 

“What about her?” Eric asked, his eyes closed. 

“What if I told you that Jason Stackhouse let her live.” 

Eric’s eyes opened, his voice hardened. “He didn’t.” 

“He did”, Pam said, catching on to Emily’s plan. “And she’s out there.” 

“Where?” 

“No one’s seen her”, Emily said. 

“I have to imagine she’s in hiding somewhere”, Pam offered. 

Emily saw Eric’s jaw clench. Then… then, with what seemed like a heavy effort, Eric pushed himself up in the chair and slowly, slower than Emily was used to seeing the vampire’s motions - Eric Northman stood in front of her, grasping her shoulder, as his eyes once again roamed between his girls. 

“Well, let’s go find her.” 

Emily wasn’t naive. She knew that Eric was still dying, but at least now he wouldn’t just sit down here and wait for it. He would go down fighting. 

Just like he had taught her was the right way to go. 

Just like the viking he was supposed to be - just like Eric fucking Northman was supposed to fight. 

So, yes, Eric was still dying but at least now - and maybe it was selfish to think that way, but Emily didn’t find it in herself to care - Emily had a few more days to spend with the man who had taken her in as if she was his progeny instead of some orphan human child with empath powers. 

[purrincess-chat]

Cat’s Not-All-Encompassing Character Ranking

Okay, so I have to admit that I omitted a lot of characters I don't have strong opinions on. Most of them were one-off akumas, so don't get your panties in a twist, your faves are probably still on here (and ranked lower than you think).

As a preface again, these are just my personal opinions. They can't hurt you. You can still like characters more or less than me. And I don't care how you feel about them. This list is for me. And the person that asked for it. So shut up. Go make your own rank list if you’re so butthurt. 

We're going in reverse order this time, starting from the bottom:

84. Gabriel Agreste- I mean, is anyone surprised? I am not private about how I think Gabriel should go to jail. Or fall off a cliff. Or be erased from existence. Rip to those that like him, but I’m different.

83. Thomas Astruc- Honestly, he’s down here on principle. Self-inserts are generally a no-no, and I just laugh every time I see him on screen because he really put himself in this show and said boohoo no one appreciates me XD

82. Bob Roth- I feel like this one should also be obvious. He’s just a dick. Terrible human. I give him 0 stars.

81. Tomoe Tsurugi- We all collectively hate her, right? It’s not just me?

80. Su Han- This mans has small peepee energy. And he bad mouthed Fu, so get FUCKED, my dude.

79. Rolland Dupain- Listen, I get it, he liked Marinette in the end, but I could do without the racism.

78. Nathalie Sancoeur- My opinion of Nathalie took a nosedive after the s2 finale. I just do not care that she is in love with her boss. Don’t care that she’s dying. Just do not have it in me.

77. XY- Justin Bieber ass wannabe.

76. Nora Cesiare- I didn’t care for Nora. I know Thomas loves her, but the overbearing sibling trope is tired.

75. Anarka Couffaine- I underestimated how much I don’t really like her. Like, it’s not full-on hate, but I just do not care for her.

74. Otis Cesaire- Got akumatized because a kid said he could outrun a panther. I’m still not over it, Otis.

73. Andre Bourgeois- No love for the crooked mayor. I hope your wife divorces you. 

72. Alec Cataldi- The real villain of Stormy Weather. Like fr why is he such an asshole?

71. Roger Raincomprix- Is Officer Roger just doing his best? Sometimes. But like sometimes this mans just needs to take a chill pill.

70. M. D'Argencourt- Please get out of the 1600s

69. Ella/Etta- These two are basically the same character, and I am indifferent to both of them.

68. KnightOwl/Barbara- Listen, I would have liked you more if you were less controlling.

67. Majestia- Same as above, but like I guess I like you more

66. Theo- *Mean Girls principal voice* Stay away from underaged girls!

65. Andre the ice cream man- I just want a scoop of chocolate, Andre. Is that too much to ask??

64. Amelie Graham de Vanily- We haven’t seen much of her, but she seems like a snake bitch.

63. M. Kubdel- I mean, if my son wanted to resurrect an ancient mummy and believed in aliens, I’d give the family heirloom to my daughter too.

62. Jalil Kubdel- Lolol, buddy, pal, dude, my guy. Chill.

61. Vincent (Adrien's photographer)- Head empty. Mom’s spaghetti. Idk he’s alright.

60. Manon- I don’t hate Manon. She just gets on my nerves every time she talks.

59. M. Ramier- This mans got akumatized a billion times because he gets emotional about pigeons. I mean, honestly mood.

58. Mme. Mendeleiev- She doesn’t put up with Chloe’s shit, and we respect her for this.

57. Baby August- Someone just give this mans some food. He’s a growing boy.

56. Santa Claus- If I were Santa, I too would list Ladybug as the best kid in the world.

55. Art Teacher- He doesn’t even have a name, but I vibe with him. He seems like he likes to paint scenes of nature with his pet squirrels.

54. Prince Ali- Lil mans just wanted to have a good time. I can respect that.

53. Duusu- Duusu, I get that your Miraculous was broken, but get with the program, girl. You is a hostage.

52. Other Kwamis- Idk, all the ones we haven’t seen as much. I don’t have real opinions on them yet. Just neutral.

51. Sass- He gives me dad vibes.

50. M. Damocles- You go, you funky owl man

49. Jean (Chloe's Butler)- He deserves a raise. What is your name, sir? We may never know.

48. Mireille Caquet- She’s pretty cute. No complaints.

47. Aurore Beaureal- Baby’s first akuma. I love her design. She’s a cutie.

46. Claudie Kante (Max’s mom)- This womans just wanted to go to space and live her dream. We stan a hardworking queen.

45. Hot Dog Dan- I like him more than Andre the ice cream fraud. Sure, my hotdog might turn me purple, but if I ask for chili on it, I bet he’d oblige.

44. Nadja Chamack- I mean, she’s doing her best.

43. Audrey Bourgeois- So, as I said in the episode ranking, I have a love-hate relationship with Audrey. She’s the worst, but that’s why I love her. I love her ironically. Like, yeah she’s atrocious, but I just want to watch her burn the world.

42. Luka Couffaine- Directly in the middle, like he’s always been.

41. Nathaniel Kurtzberg- My opinion of Nath improved after Reverser surprisingly. I ship it.

40. Chris Lahiffe- I like Chris better than Ella/Etta. He’s just a little mans out here living life wanting to grow up. Don’t believe it, Chris. Stay little forever. Being an adult suuuuucks.

39. Fang the Crocodile- The goodest boy.

38. Nooroo- I just want to give him a hug.

37. Mlle. Bustier- She’s doing her best, but I mean, when ya whole class keeps getting turned into supervillains, I’m surprised she’s not an alcoholic.

36. Penny Rolling- I just like her. I think she’s neat.

35. Ondine- Mermaid queen! She’s so sweet, and I love her with Kim. I hope we see more of her in the future.

34. Marc Anciel- Marc is a little cutie bean. Idc if he’s based off one of Thomas’s irl friends. He can stay.

33. Wayzz- He loves Master Fu so much I cry.

32. Felix Graham de Vanily- I know everyone hates canon Felix, but tbh he exudes massive chaotic neutral gremlin energy, and I actually kinda vibe with that. And he pisses with his uncle which is a whole ass mood.

31. Tikki- Tikki is very cute, but bby please work on the preaching. You don’t always know what’s right, babe.

30. Sabrina Raincomprix- Sabrina deserves better. I hope we see good things happen for her.

29. Lila Rossi- Surprised? I actually like Lila. The first fic I ever wrote for this fandom was a Lila redemption. I think she is a good antagonist and foil to Marinette. I absolutely want to see her get dunked on in canon, but that doesn’t mean I hate her.

28. Wayhem- I don’t know why, but Wayhem makes me laugh. I love him XD

27. Uncle Cheng- He’s just a good mans with a birb who wants to make you tasty food. What’s not to like?

26. Trixx- Trixx shot up after GoS. Chaotic bean make Eiffel Tower go bendy

25. Jess- She’s pretty cool. She’s a vibe.

24. Aeon- The cutest bean!!! She saw Adrien and Marinette and said yep. Those two are meant to be together. Jess, we gotta make it happen.

23. Ivan Bruel- Ivan is such a gentle bean. We love him.

22. Mylene Haprele- Smol

21. Fei Wu- I still have not watched the Shanghai special with subs, but I liked her.

20. Gina Dupain- The grandma I aspire to be.

19. Marianne Lenoir- I love her. She is good. She and Fu are so cute. And she seems like she would have kicked le ass back in the day. (and even now)

18. Rose Lavillant- I am so excited for Pigella!! Rose is too cute. We love her. 

17. Gorilla- aka Adrien’s real dad. If the series doesn’t end with Gabriel getting yeeted into the stratosphere and Gorilla adopting Adrien, I don’t want it.

16. Clara Nightingale- She’s in love with Marinette. You can’t change my mind. 16 is also how old I hc her to be, so don’t nobody come for me.

15. Tom Dupain- Most. Supportive. Dad. Soft bean. Just wants to make you fresh bread.

14. Sabine Cheng- Good mom vibes. We love to see her.

13. Juleka Couffaine- Shy goth bean. Just wants to have her picture taken. Definitely a lesbian. We stan.

12. Nino Lahiffe- The goodest boy. He’s just out here doing his best, loving his friends.

11. Chloe Bourgeois- Chloe is another one I have a love-hate relationship with. Her brattiness is funny to me. We had high hopes for her. Honestly, she ranks this high because I like to play with her in fic.

10. Max Kante- He smol and smort. And I adore his friendship with Kim and the fact that he made an AI himself at 14. What a legend.

9. Alya Cesaire- Rip to Alya salters, but I’m different. Outside of Chameleon, Alya is fine. She’s a supportive bff. All yall people that are mad she doesn’t kiss Marinette’s ass all the time need to go out and make real friends. I said what I said.

8. Alix Kubdel- I love Alix. I love how she is always so done with all the lovey-dovey bullshit. She is tiny queen, and Bunnix, while OP af, is still super cool. We love to see her.

7. Kagami Tsurugi- I will fight anyone who shits on Kagami. She has done nothing wrong, you guys are just haters. All she did was exist, and yall said, wow what a toxic bitch?? Disgraceful.

6. Jagged Stone- We are going to ignore the deadbeat dad trope that canon thrust upon him. He is a Marinette stan, and we love that.

5. Kim Le Chien- I really love Kim, you guys. Does that surprise you? Listen, my favorite male character types are sweet beans and himbos. Kim is both of these.

4. Master Fu- If you didn’t pick up on how much I love Fu from the episodes ranking, then idk what to tell you. I want him to be my grandpa. I would trust this mans with my life. He did his best. You paint those pictures, you funky little man. I love you.

3. Plagg- My galaxy trash man. Love him. 10/10 chefs kisses all around.

2. Adrien Agreste- The biggest Marinette stan there is. I just want him to kiss her on the face. And marry her. Idk, I just think that would be neat if he could do that. I just want good things for them.

1. Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Honestly, are you surprised? I have always been and always will be a Marinette stan. If you expected anyone else to be in this spot, then clown suit rentals are off to the left.

[nerdhappenings]

First Viewing

Just finished The Terminator (1984) for the first time!

I....loved it.

The characters were great, I loved how it was shot, the effects were mostly pretty good and the action and horror were very intense and well done.

If y’all haven’t seen this yet, what are you even doing?

~Spoilers under the cut!~

Okay.

First of all, I loved the cast.

Arnold Schwarzenegger, Michael Biehn, Lance Henriksen, Rick Rossovich and Bill Paxton I love and would protect with my life.

The Terminator was so cool and intimidating.  Also unintentionally hilarious at times.  I love that he has a list of responses like in video games.  

I legit laughed out loud.

Kyle Reese.

I would DIE for that man.  He’s such a sweetheart.  I love him.  He’s such an awkward bean.  (heh.)  What an absolute joy to watch.  LOVED his character.  Also, I totally called that he’d fall in love with Sarah and be John’s dad.

I called that.

It’s fine if things in movies are predictable though, depending on how it’s handled.  And at the time it came out the idea probably wasn’t as common.

Anyway.

Back to your regularly scheduled program about me loving Michael Biehn.

He brought such a charm to the role.  Sure, Kyle had no idea how to interact with people, but he was a solider with trauma and he was several years in the past.

Although, we never saw him interact with anyone besides Sarah, so maybe he was just awkward as heck because he was in love with her.

Guess we’ll never know.

(My gif, but feel free to use!) ^

Lance Henriksen is still amazing and I love him.  It was weird to see him smile and stuff, cause the only other thing I’ve seen him in person in was Aliens (1986), in which he was an android.

A blessed android that I loved, but an android nonetheless.

Also, the fact that everyone listed above is connected in some way except Schwarzenegger is kinda hilarious.

(My gif, but feel free to use!)  ^  [Sadly, I couldn’t find the clip I wanted.  :/ ]

Rick Rossovich was on screen for like, four minutes, but I fell in love with him anyway.  He seemed like such a friendly guy.  Also, he put up a pretty decent fight, so kudos.

(My gif, but feel free to use!)  ^

Bill Paxton.  I love him.  He had maybe five lines, but I see him in anything, and I clap.  The hair, though.  And also the iconic Terminator line.  XD

Why’d they all have to die though?  I loved them all so much.  I’m devastated.  They were all amazing and excellent and sweet and iconic and so lovable.

I’m upsetti.

Mom’s spaghetti.

Also, I love the detail that Kyle automatically went to the dog because they did that in the future to make sure they weren’t cyborgs.  Great attention to detail!

The movie was shot so well.  It was shot like a horror film.

Again, the action was great and very engaging!

Loved the movie!

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

ahhh, may I request a deancas fic with jealous dean and sam notices and lets cas in on it and...something along those lines? I know it's terrible cliche (and you def don't have to do it if you get other way more interesting prompts :3) but love your writing!!! happy 200 🌈

sheya no this is a great prompt!!!! and a great way to avoid reading chapter 13: water resources xD of my geology textbook :) thank you for submitting a prompt and being a pal :)

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college au, sam pov (since I know how much you love sam!!!), let’s go :D

It’s no surprise to Sam that his older brother still hasn’t told Cas how he feels. Sam’s known Dean from the literal moment he was born, and Dean is nothing if not evasive and careful with his feelings, even with his best friend. It’s only gotten worse since Sam moved in with the two of them this fall.

Ostensibly, it was for all of them to save money--Sam wouldn’t have to pay for a crappy freshman dorm room, and they could split the rent three ways instead of two. But what is revealed to Sam is Dean’s epic jealously whenever Cas hangs out with certain people...and how much Sam hates it.

One night, while Dean is making dinner and Sam is doing homework at the bar in their kitchen, it all comes to a head.

“Is Cas joining us?” Sam asks, flipping to the next page in The Scarlet Letter. 

Dean slams a pot down on the stove. “No.”

“Why no?” Sam glances up at his brother. “I didn’t think he had anything going on Thursday nights.”

“He doesn’t. He and Balth are meeting up to study. Studying, my ass.” Dean turns the burner on to boil the water with equal vigor. “Balth has had his eye on Cas since the biology lab the three of us were in sophomore year.”

Sam sighs inwardly and keeps reading his book. Dean’s never going to admit to being in love with Cas unless he’s pushed, is he?

Sam is binge-watching Parks and Rec on his bed later when he hears their apartment’s front door open and shut--presumably, it’s Cas returning. Cas says something Sam can’t hear, but Dean’s angry response is definitely audible.

“I’m so glad you skipped spaghetti for date night with Balth,” Dean says sarcastically (sarcasm has never been a good look on him, Sam would know).

“Who said anything about date night?” Oh, Sam can hear Cas’ voice now. That’s never a good sign--Cas reserves his anger for extreme circumstances, unlike Dean, who pops off at just about anything.

“I’ve seen the way Balth looks at you. You two sure as hell weren’t studying for that long.”

“And why would you care?” Cas challenges. Sam would bet his entire Millennium Falcon lego set that Cas has crossed his arms and leaned back on the heels of his feet, a strong stance against Dean, who most likely has his fists balled up at his sides. Sam’s been in enough arguments with his brother over the years to know. 

“I--I was just--” Dean sputters but Cas cuts him off.

“That’s right, you don’t care. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.” Sam hears loud footsteps, and then Cas coming into his room next to Sam’s and slamming the door. Then he hears the TV turn on in the living room--classic Dean, watching a western instead of talking it out.

Well, if Dean won’t tell Cas what’s up, Sam will.

Sam slides out of bed, shutting his laptop (he hates to abandon Ben and Leslie’s wedding, even if he’s seen the episode six times, but he needs to talk to Cas), before heading out of his room and knocking on Cas’ door.

“Can’t you tell when someone doesn’t want to talk to you?” Cas says angrily from inside, and Sam knocks again. He hears footsteps, and then Cas is pulling open the door. “I told you to--oh, it’s you.”

“I couldn’t help but hear you and my brother yelling at each other,” Sam says, “Can I come in?” He’s already shouldering past Cas, though--Cas may be Dean’s best friend, but Sam has known Cas since he was a kid, and they have an understanding.

“Dean didn’t put you up to this, did he?” Cas asks as Sam commandeers his desk chair.

“Nope.” Sam spins around the chair for a minute before stopping to look at Cas. “You know why Dean gets so upset, right?”

“Because he’s terrible?” Cas replies, raising an eyebrow.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No. Because he’s jealous, Cas. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Hm?”

Sam lowers his voice--if Dean hears Sam, Sam can kiss finishing any of his classes goodbye, because he’ll be dead. “He’s been in love with you for years,” Sam says. 

Cas’ mouth drops open. “No.”

“Yes. Since...” Sam thinks back. “Since your junior year of high school, when you took Meg Masters to prom. The two of you were originally planning on going solo but buying the tickets together to save money, and then she asked you, and you said yes. Dean sort of lost it.”

Cas frowns. “He never said anything to me about it.”

“Yeah, because Dean’s an idiot. Look,” Sam stood up, “He’s never gonna say anything himself, and you know that, because you know him just as well as I do. The only way to get him to talk about it is to confront him, and I’m tired of being stuck in the middle.”

“So you’re telling me this...”

“So that one of you will make a move.” Sam turns to leave Cas’ room. “Good luck.”

Sam heads back to his room and watches three more episodes of Parks and Rec before going to sleep. He doesn’t hear voices from the living room, but he also doesn't hear either Dean or Cas’ door slam. 

The next morning, Sam pulls himself out of bed so that he can have breakfast before his nine am class--psychology--and notices that the TV in the living room is still on. Then he notices that Cas is curled up on top of Dean on the couch, both of them fast asleep, with Dean’s arms wrapped around Cas.

Looks like the intervention worked.