#hrmnnn!

[cubbihue]

Been going through your bitty au and u mentioned how pixies dont have antis… but they actually do in canon! (not sure if u just meant they dont have antis in ur au so im sorry if i got it wrong lol) They’re green and party H A R D apparently and showed up in an old fairly odd parents game i believe

OUGHHH WHATT

omggg... I didn't even know they had a game besides that one mega-crossover one...

[enlichened]

convinced myself i didnt have chronic pain again. what happened that snapped me out of it, you ask? oh i pained.

[ariadosanon]

Pelipper mail! A potion of liquid Zoomies!

Hrmnnn… A potion… Yeah. No way I’m drinking THAT.

Better put this in the garbage. Darling can eat anything and be fine.

[shades4dogs]

Okay see i rebooggwd this too my marine life sideblog becuase the original video. I swear. Was seals. Galumphing like crasy. And the notes are full of people reacting to seals. But now it’s several women in very bouncy dresses. What happened here?….. Hrmnnn

Bouncy bois

(via)

[moonelf19]

Oh new video abt CR2??? Nice!

Travis: I’m taking a level in warlock :)

Me: ok ok uhm alright this is fine I’m sure this is a mechanic choice and not a narrative one that precludes fjord slipping towards ukatoa and away from the Wildmother I’m sure everything is fine Travis won’t stab me in the gut like this right Travis? Travis????

[twyrinehaze]

in summary dont care didnt ask bring back ride or die i miss her

[letsanimetayposts]

I don’t like pie. (Well only chocolate and pecan pies)

Dean: More for me. :D :) 

[thewrldlooksred]

thanks for the tag hehee!!! :]] love these games sm

hrmnnn... tagging: @lynxfrost13 @absolute-whimsical-goobus but no pressure ^^ and whoever else wants to participate youre more than welcome >:]

Tagged by @velocidaixxtor graciass!! 💚

picrew + last song listened to

I'll tag @befickleforever, @lilyletham, @navybrownie, @frankly-alien, @san--jose--sharpedos & @arcadeghozt if you want to, no pressure :)

[brucenorris007]

“Shego!”

Shego looked up from her magazine at Drakken’s tone; maybe he actually had something for her to do this time.

“What?” She shot back; bored as she might’ve been, she couldn’t appear too eager.

“We’re making moves tonight!” He said. Shego wondered if she’d missed the part where he laid out any kind of plan. History told her she hadn’t. ���Once I’ve made some final modifications to the blah blah blah.”

She tuned him out and flipped the page in Fatal Fashion. Makeup tips, hair care products and seasonal trends catered toward villainesses was a niche long overdue being filled. She kept one ear open as she usually did.

“And, er, there was one other thing. Hrmnnn.”

She made a noncommittal sound of assent in the back of her throat; she’d give him snark when he finally mustered up something interesting in the way of a scheme.

“No, no, it was–aha! I love you! Yes, that’s it.”

Ooh, bulletproof nail polish. Impractical, since she’d either incinerate the firearms or knock heads together long before anything that resembled a bullet got close to her, but still; the colors suited her tastes nicely.

“Mhm.” She said distractedly.

Five seconds.

Utter silence.

She blinked.

Words on the page bled together.

Did he just say…?

SHWOOSH.

Fatal Fashion turned to ashes courtesy of involuntary plasma flareup.

She wheeled around, on her feet in one smooth motion ready to do… something.

Drakken had left the room.

Shego did a quick self-assessment of her health and took a few experimental breaths. She would’ve welcomed a sudden, life-threatening cold or flu or any other indication she’d just come out of a fever dream.

She found none. Which meant–

He dropped a bombshell with nonchalance he’d never once possessed in all the time she’d known him and just walked out. Drakken didn’t do nonchalance. He did bombastic, overwrought, hammy, rambling whether or not anyone was listening, everything dialed to eleven.

He didn’t–

Or ever–

And with–

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!” She shrieked.

She stalked through the lair toward the lab. Any stray henchmen with the audacity to look at her earned a silent threat of having their suits burned into their skin. She hesitated at the steel doors that automatically slid open for her; she poked her head inside.

Drakken looked… normal. Insofar as a blue mad scientist with mutant plants for lab assistants could look normal. He mumbled to himself, scrutinizing and swapping out various parts of his latest whatchamacallit; acting exactly as he would if he hadn’t just made an outrageous declaration eighty-seven seconds earlier.

Somehow, that royally ticked her off.

“Drakken!”

“Gnaah!” Drakken yelped. He startled and a screwdriver flew out of his hand. One of his vines snatched the tool out of the air before it hit the floor. “Shego?”

She balled her fists, sorely tempted to bring her plasma back out.

“What. Was. That. Dr. D?” She asked through clenched teeth.

He flinched at her tone as she approached; and yet he frowned, the pinch in his unibrow conveying nothing but oblivious confusion.

“What was what?” He asked irritably. “In case you haven’t noticed, Shego, I’m in the middle of”

“You–!” She snarled. She gestured back toward the living room. “Before, you said–you professed your love to me!”

She almost had an aneurysm getting the word out. He blinked, though, and finally comprehension dawned in his face.

“Ah yes,” he said with a chuckle. “That was a load off my mind. Much clearer now that’s been aired.”

A load off–?

He’d given her stupid palpitations and made her sweat.

And it amounted to airing out a distracting thought?

Shego groaned.

“Of all the–this you decide to be blasé about?” She asked incredulously.

Drakken shrugged.

“I’m forty-two, Shego,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. He turned back to his little project. “Once you reach a certain age, there are some things you simply cease to invest energy in. No need to let it affect anything.”

She stared at his back, too befuddled to even be upset. No one would ever mistake Shego as the saccharine sort, but even she found that sentiment a little depressing; in part because it was coming from her boss, who’d wept over the cancellation of Snowman Hank and took his Coco Moo with extra marshmallows.

Still. Maybe that disinterest suited a villainous mindset. Maybe…

‘Wait.’

Shego narrowed her eyes; she honed in on a subtle change in hue.

She spun Drakken around and grabbed him by his collar.

“Wha–?!”

“Your ears are purple!” She said with an odd sense of satisfaction at having caught him out.

His pupils shrank; the blush tinged the rest of his face.

“So what?!” He barked, flustered.

“So this!” She retorted, yanking his face closer.

Then she punched him.

In the mouth.

With her mouth.

Somewhat gently.

Because she liked her teeth.

It was warm, and wet; it was frantic and uncoordinated. It was…

Uncomfortably pleasant.

She broke off. A faded imprint of her black lipstick lingered on his mouth. The rush of blood under his skin had turned him into an eggplant.

POOF.

His daisy petals exploded outward around his head.

She smirked.

“Unaffected, huh?” She taunted, feeling superbly triumphant.

“I,” Drakken stuttered. His voice went half an octave higher and slightly reedy. “That was predicated upon the assumption that you were going to refuse any affections.”

Shego blinked.

“Oh.”

She realized she hadn’t let go of him; she set him down, killing the impulse to straighten his collar before she did anything that brought more heat crawling up her neck. Drakken broke eye contact first, and she spun on her heel, but didn’t move toward the door.

“Ehm,” he said. He cleared his throat. “So, ah, dinner before or after our, er, outing?”

“After.” She said immediately. She needed air.

“All right,” he said hastily. She walked, didn’t run, for the exit. “I’ll have the table set for our return.”

She cast a look over her shoulder; they usually ate at the same time, but rarely together, and even then, only with her on the couch and him in his chair while they watched something mindless on TV. Never at anything as formal as the dinner table.

“Okay.”

[gciltyascharged]

    ❝ It should be against the law to wake someone up this late... ❞

[commandernachos]

huh, I actually did a poll of this but regular, human MOTHER characters.

Anyway... hrmnnn 🤔 I feel like most or all of the starmen would just be solid, non hollow white chocolate which sounds enjoyable to me so probably them.

Alright guys, VERY important question

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!

Which MOTHER series monster would you consider to eat, and how do you think it tastes like?

Any cooking suggestions are highly appreciated 🥩🍖🥓

[randomizt]

hrmnnn.... Could you draw... Dust and Horror.. H*lding h-h*ands...? 🥺It's ok if not hrmmmmsnsnsns

AAKAKAKAJDJJAJDJAJA DONEEEE

It’s a sketch btw, and possibly the others are gonna be sketches so yeah lol.

Tysm for requesting this! Although I don’t ship this I still think that this is adorable uwu

Feel free to request moreee ovo

[hueningkoi]

I wanna make a salty post but like hrmnnn..... I'm just... watching mcu shit and feeling my team iron man VERY STRONGLY AGAIN 👀 and I wanna revert to my feisty 2016/2017 blogging ways but at the same time I'm too soft these days I'm soft now yeesh 😂

[lafortis]

Hrmnnn, my dummy thick watch session of samurai champloo just finished, and it's nearly the time I said I'd stream

I am *slightly* tired, but lemme just chill for a sec. We'll be going live at 9, 10 at the absolute latest :D besides melee, I'm thinking of streaming some binding of Isaac, and maybe some disco Elysium since I do wanna do another run of that >:3

[dumbgothbunny]

Who do you think likes face-sitting?

hrmnnn,.

Aizawa.

he likes not having to do work sometimes. so he’ll just be like “sit on muh face hole”

and youll do it and he eats you like a proooo.

Hizashi is pretty good too, he doesnt mind it.

and dabi loves it *^*

[jiggolo]

hrmnnn. might try to make an rpg maker game again.