#i love snowcone

[scrawliver]

what is their problem oh my golly. I HATE THEM/VVVVPOS

[bluesgras]

[click for higher res] I don't actually remember if I posted this yet but it's @soggytommy and my goobers velvet and naught lmao

[anywaymuahahahaha]

silly meme challenge from twitter

[l3m0nflavoredst1mz]

Summer Stimboard ☀️

☀️ 🍭 🌊

🌊 ☀️ 🍭

🍭 🌊 ☀️

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Looks like his experiment was making snowcones for his little rat buddies. Vital indeed.

justifiable reason to stay in the dungeon basement honestly

[some-bi-mess]

Gay.

[cali-kabi]

~ wanted to make something for Mario Kart Double Dash 20th anniversary >w<🍄💖🍭omg it has been 20 years already time sure flies ;w; this game has been a childhood favorite of mine <3 also the first game with my favorite character Toadette’s first appearance ^w^ drew my two favs on here (I’m not the best at drawing vehicles eh xD) even tho I play Yoshi or koopa troopa with Toadette I drew Luigi in cuz I wanted to draw him haha :)💚💫hope y’all like this :D💖

[allthecastlesonclouds]

harold they're lesbians!

id in alt :D

[beegswaz]

cast party was 😭😭

[jrueships]

this is so cute <33

[scrawliver]

IS THAT SNOWCONE AND CHOCOKATE BAR I SEE!!!!!!/VVVVVVVPOS AAAGSGSHSGSHHS THEYRE SO CUTTETET ALLALALALA

I hope they all crash and explode

[milo-is-rambling]

AHHHH SETTING UP THE CAR AND PACKING MY NEW PURSE/BAG AND THEN GOING TO THE SNOWCONE PLACE TO MEET A POTENTIAL NEW LOCAL FRIEND

[mynstrajael]

YESSS AAAA WIFE !!! SHE'S SO PRETTY RAAAAHFLAHSOFOIS

💧Focalors✨

[trailblazer-clangen-comic]

fanart!! :3

these guys were soooo fun to draw!! love their designs!! :D also the last two spots were empty so i just put in two of my favorite clangen comics lol

greenpaw: MEEEE that one’s MINE i MADE HER someone wanted me to draw more greenpaw so i DID. she shows up first page next moon

bramblehoney: @a-song-upon-the-waves-wishclan i love her design so much i love the flower crown thingy and hair, so cool, also u have a beautiful art style vro

rainkit: @whistleclangen i love siamese designs sm and ur style is so cute, good luck on the school stuff and hopefully u can return when you feel ready!

iciclestar: @vespidclan shes my favorite character PLEASEEEEE DONT DIE also the comic idea is so interesting and unique, the save scumming part is especially cool and the way you execute it is so awesome

snowcone: @the-misplaced-osc i love his personality and design sm please dont die you antalicious cup of ice

harestar: @hareclan-clangen your comic is so unbelievably funny i cant wait to see what happens next

[mosquito-queen]

A shudder ripples up Yelena’s spine. She quickly turns from her perch on the picnic table bench, and spits red ice onto the dirt. She hacks up the offending treat, before turning back to the concerned girl sitting across from her.

Kate’s face is twisted up in a knot, “Hey, are you okay? Did you choke or something?”

”What was that?” Yelena manages to cough out, grabbing a napkin from the table and trying to scrub the sticky flavor off her face.

Now Kate frowns: “You said you liked snowcones. I got you the tiger’s blood, that’s what you asked for right?”

“This is poison,” Yelena pushes the melting cup of disgusting towards Kate, “It is not how I remember it.”

Kate considers this, and uses her spoon stained in banana flavoring (Yelena did explicitly tell her she wouldn’t kiss Kate again until after she brushed her teeth of that flavor) to test Yelena’s snowcone. She swallows, and shakes her head, “This is it, the three flavors for one combo.”

Yelena pouts and insists, “No, it is not. It was different, better.”

”Well when did you have it last?” Kate flicks her sunglasses over her eyes, peering up behind the lenses in an attempt at playing detective. All Yelena can think about is the way Kate’s mouth is stained artificially red and maybe tiger's blood would taste like it was supposed to on her lips. Then Kate says: “You know your tastebuds change when you get old.”

”Cyka,” Yelena growls and snatches the glasses from Kate’s face. She slips them on. Kate doesn’t attempt to take them back, just squints the sun out of her eyes as punishment. Except it isn’t really a punishment - Kate loves it when Yelena wears her sunglasses. Yelena plays absently with the spoon in the barely solid snowcone, “I don’t know. Must of been Ohio.”

That’s always Yelena’s answer when she ends up hating something she allegedly loved. Kate doesn’t hold it against her, but she can’t understand it either. At first she thinks it’s just nostalgia. Kate catches herself falling into that trap sometimes: the mall, sick days, McDonald's fries (nope, that one still holds up). Kate thinks Yelena just has her Ohio childhood on a pedestal - which, again, completely fair with all things considered.

Kate starts doubting Yelena experiences Regular People Nostalgia when she says she wants to go back to Cedar Point. The best Kate can do is take her to Coney Island. Kate doesn’t say anything when they walk past a warning for minimum height requirement. She doesn’t say anything when her brain absently notices that a six year old Yelena could not have made it on the ride. Maybe Ohio had even less rules than Coney Island. Who was Kate to know? Yelena throws up after the first roller coaster. She’s a curious shade of white when she practically shoves Kate out of her way, beelining towards the trash can. Her aversion to rollercoasters is very funny with all things considered.

Sometimes Yelena will be restless. She paces and sighs and opens the cabinet doors over and over and over and over again. Kate doesn’t know what she’s looking for. She just knows Yelena never finds it. She’s usually mumbling, “I was doing something.” She’ll pace off again, come back, sigh. “I just can’t remember..” The thing is, Yelena is very good at not remembering what she is doing outside of a mission. The other thing is that Yelena is very good at making up what she was supposed to be doing. Kate suspects it’s the same way Yelena is very good at filling the gaps in her memory.

Kate thinks about how badly Yelena must want these things to turn them into her reality. She thinks about how a six year old little girl had time to become the greatest child assassin the world has ever known and carefully craft an entire imaginary normal life. She thinks about how another version of Yelena went to Cedar Point, had sticky tiger’s blood dripping from her chin, camped in her backyard with her sister, sat through family dinner every night, failed math class in eighth grade, broke her arm doing a backflip on the trampoline, spent her summers traversing the world on family vacations. Kate likes that Yelena just as much as this one.

Sadness sours this Yelena’s face. There’s a deep loneliness that would rival the sprawling desert. Kate says, “Ohio probably puts cherry in it instead of strawberry.”

Yelena perks up, “That must be why I remember it different.”

“Maybe we try something new next time,” Because Kate wants to stop waking in the middle of the night to half-muffled sobs coming from the bathroom after every failed attempt of Yelena trying to reconcile reality and delusion. Whatever Yelena wants to be real should be.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Going On A Park Date With Steven

Steven Grant x FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: Slight steam but mostly tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Requested by @the-marshals-wife

(A/N:) If anyone couldn't tell, I had a little too much fun writing this piece! And it is one of the most fluffiest pieces I've ever written! I hope that you enjoy it my beloved friend and to all the other Moon Knight fangirls I hope you enjoy it too! I hope to get more writings up and into my queue as I have some news to share, I'm just waiting on some answers first! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Steven wiped his sweaty hands onto his jacket. He hadn't been this nervous since his first day on the job at the museum. And though he loved history and teaching others, he struggled socially. Then he met you. Perfect and kind and an absolute dream. It had been that first encounter in front of the dinosaur section that him tripping over his feet, more so than usual. It wasn't until your beaming smile had his racing heart calming and him quickly agreeing to your invitation to coffee.

After that simple outing for coffee, Steven had begun to realized how much more often you were hanging out around the museum. Runs for coffee, turned into unexpected lunch meetups, and walks to a bakery for a quick sweet treat. This was the first official date between you two, and Steven had been the one to buck up enough courage to ask. And now he was standing here at the park entrance sweating profusely as he waited for you to join him. After he heard of the small festival happening in the local park and how you enjoyed little get togethers like this, he was more than happy to do something a little out of his comfort zone when it came to you. So he prepared himself and wore his best but comfortable clothing.

"Steven!"

Your voice had him quickly looking up and the sight of you had him wiping his hands once again, this time on his pants. His throat tightened at the sight of you in a modest sundress that flowed gently around your ankles, comfortable flats with freshly painted toenails on display, and a sun hat that protected you from the sun.

"Sorry I'm late," you panted while adjusting your small bag. "Traffic was bogged down on main street. I barely got through."

Steven shook his head, still completely speechless. Your head tilted, concern in your bright eyes as he still hadn't said a word. Feeling like the most awkward being alive, Steven cleared his throat trying to dislodge the words he wanted to say.

"You look absolutely amazing," he finally said. You laughed making him blush bright crimson as he realized he didn't reply to your lateness.

"Thank you," you replied taking everything in stride. "You look handsome as per usual."

Steven stammered, scrounging around in his bag he quickly pulled out a little box of chocolates. The edges a little bent from being stuffed inside his crammed bag.

"These are for you!"

"Oh chocolates," you took the box gratefully. "We'll share these later!"

He nodded before offering out his hand. You took it seemingly unaware of how badly he was sweating. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze and lead the way through the park gateway. People seemed to be everywhere, but it wasn't where the crowd was overwhelming. A couple bands played at each end of the park and in between was different vendors. Some sold food, several advertised different games for prizes, and a few scattered around were selling chances to win more advanced prizes. To your glee there was a stand selling snowcones, but you wanted to leave that for last. Right now you just wanted to enjoy finally having a fun date with Steven Grant.

The whole place a whirlwind of color had Steven dazed, the only anchor was your hand guiding him along. In moments you both had made it halfway through the park, trying to decide what you both would like to do first. Steven wasn't much for the more physical games, but he could outdo anyone in a trivia game. You managed to rope him into playing a ring toss game with you. With a basket of rings before each of you, you both proceeded to toss the rings towards the bottles set up in a wooden box. The clink of the glass bottles had his heart racing faster and in a blink of an eye, the rings were gone and he was no closer to a prize. You on the other hand were able to ring two bottles for a couple smaller prizes. You were handed a couple of small keychains, one a smiling sun and the other a sleepy looking moon. Both adorable in appearance, you couldn't help but grin.

"Here," you held out the moon keychain towards Steven.

"I didn't win it though," he stepped away.

"I know but I want to give it to you," stepping closer as he backed away. "You give me moon vibes so I think you should have it."

Steven reluctantly took the keychain, "I'm supposed to be winning you prizes."

"Real couples share the burdens," you kissed his cheek before leading him to another game a few feet away.

His cheek tingled where your lips made contact and he promised himself in that moment that he would win at least one thing to give to you. He never felt more determined until now.

Three games later and you both found a bench to sit at and take a break. It was this moment Steven revealed the little galaxy patterned bear, that he had won at a rubber duckie game, while you had waited in line for a couple bottles of water.

"Now I get to the gentleman and return the favor," he boasted with a small grin.

You gasped taking it gently from his hands and gripped it to your chest, "It's so cute! Thank you Steven!"

"It's nothing that special."

You gasped playfully punching him in the shoulder, "Shut up yes it is! I shall name him Stevie and he will be my bestest mate!"

Steven suddenly took great interest in his shoes, "I hope he doesn't take my spot then."

Noticing his blush, you gently reached down to take his hand and threading your fingers together. Steven's head jerked upward, from his nose to his ears a pretty bright pink.

"I don't think anyone could take your place Steven," you replied gently.

With sudden bravery, to which he had no idea where it came from, Steven leaned in closer. His nose brushed against the stray hairs that had escaped from your hat, tickling him. Your breath hitched at his gentle caresses on your fingers. You could have sworn your heart skipped a beat as his lips pressed against your cheek tenderly. You leaned in closer, your eyes closing, letting Steven do whatever he liked. You could trust him and you knew he would never take advantage of you.

"No one could take your place either," he replied, his warm breath puffing against your now blushing cheek. He clapped his hands, startling you from the searing moment. "How about a snowcone? You've been eyeing the stall since we got here."

"What about dinner," you whispered.

"Life's too short not to have dessert first," he replied matter-of-factly.

You laughed, "Who am I to argue with the master historian?"

Steven stood up from the bench and once more offered you his hand, "Shall we milady?"

"We shall," you agreed heartedly and took his hand. Deep down inside you knew that taking his hand in this moment meant something more. You felt like you both were taking your first steps into something more, bigger, and beyond either of your understanding. But you felt a giddiness taking over. As long as you got to explore this future hand in hand with Steven, you couldn't help but feel like everything would turn out just right. You gave his hand a little extra squeeze and as he looked at you with knowing eyes, you knew he felt the same way as you.