#ik barely anyone will see this but

[inthenameofblood]

posting a messy drawing i made of my oc, sergei, so yall know i'm drawing LMFAO

[rebouks]

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Ivan: Well, how’d y’think it makes me feel when the only thing I can get outta you for months is that you’re bored. Is it not enough-.. am I not enough? [Bruno sighed heavily and shook his head with frustration; Ivan just wasn’t getting it] Bruno: Why do you always make everything about yourself? It’s not about how you feel. Ivan: I ain’t sayin’ it is! Bruno: You wanted to know what was wrong-.. but I knew you wouldn’t like the answer, so I kept it to myself. Bruno: I just feel empty and alone, no matter who I’m with or what I’m doing, it’s always the same. I’ve felt like that for as long as I can remember, even when I was a child. Like if I disappeared one day, no one would really care-.. you’d think so at first, but after a month or two it’d be as though I never existed. Ivan: That ain’t true at all… Bruno: Maybe, maybe not, but that’s how I feel regardless. Ivan: Maybe y’oughta get yourself on somethin’, like-… Bruno: Antidepressants don’t help, therapy doesn’t help-.. drugs, alcohol, none of it changes anything. I don’t think I know how to exist in this life; not happily, anyway. Ivan: Don’t say that! Y’just need a purpose or somethin’, I dunno… [Bruno shrugged dismissively; Ivan would never understand. How could Mr. Passionate ever make sense of the bleak void that enveloped his core, that inherently made him who he was?] Bruno: Probably. [Ugh, another deep and twisting adult conversation that made Robin’s head spin. He wondered if this was all grown-ups did; get too busy or stubborn to deal with each other and their bullshit until it all became too much, then take a vacation, relax and let it all out only to repeat the same ridiculous cycle as soon as they got home] Ivan: Y’know I love ya, right? We’ll figure somethin’ out. Bruno: I know, but I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to figure-… Ivan: What the fuck, B? I don’t exactly wanna give u-… [A twig snapped; just as Robin had decided to turn around too-.. bollocks] Ivan: Hey, bud. Bruno: What’re you doing here? [Robin knew that Bruno was feeling extra tense right now, but as nice as he could be, he still felt a little wary of him. He’d seen far too much of his checkered past, and Robin could tell he didn’t carry quite the same guilt as his father or Ivan did-.. nor was he as innocent as them. If you knew too much, which he most certainly did, Bruno was a scary man] Robin: I was just e-exploring. Bruno: It’s a bit late for that, you should be in bed. Ivan: Aye, go on.. we can explore in the mornin’. Ivan: Y’didn’t have t’scare the poor lad. Bruno: He shouldn’t be eavesdropping then. Ivan: Kids are just fuckin’ nosy, B.. simmer down.

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

If there is at least one thing I can credit FE for doing better than Tales in localization, it's not trying to actively go out of their way for an entire game to avoid subtext or direct text between two men that is romantic or implied romantic. Funny when it's so present that the attempt doesn't even work; infuriating that it was attempted to begin with.

So as much as I often have issues with some of FE's localizations, at least they have a leg up on loc Tales for that.

[imbeingtauntedbyachild]

Alicia explorations and an attempt at project sekais 2d models

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

how does one like. get a binder

[daz4i]

daily "i wanna get back into cosplay but i'm gonna look so bad and no one will recognize who i'm supposed to be and it's gonna fit all awkward so what's the point" time

[autophobiacomic]

Am I doing something wrong, or did tumblr really remove endless scrolling for the "following" tab

[livehexmoments]

SO...first time posting a fic in a LONG time!! It’s basically a possible first chapter for a longer fic that will probably never be finished FEWFRGH. It’s also a rough draft because i hate proofreading, sorry if there’s any mistakes :( To explain some context, this is an AU where Lionel is the player and lives through his attempted murder. Now he’s stuck with video game characters in real life (O and Irving is there too but dont worry about it, barely mentioned here i think). I just think Lionel is super fun to write and i love making him pathetic <3

“Hey, I know you guys are still pissed and want me dead and that’s fine. But I feel bad not feeding you at least. So can you promise you won’t immediately try to murder me when I come in?”

Lionel Snill was met with silence from the other side of the door. He sighed. It’s been about two days since….The Hex incident. It has been nothing but hell ever since. Playing through the game and realizing that it was about how miserable his creations were was bad enough, but the whole murder plot? The realization as the hex opened that the whole “murder mystery” was a trick to get him invested and for them to kill him? It still gave Lionel chills. The plan didn’t work, obviously. He was still standing after all. Lionel couldn’t remember the exact details of what happened, but he got up and moved away right when his hand was coming in to strangle him. The Hex sucked them in and they freaked out. Reggie yelling on the floor, trying to grab him and kill him, bullets flying, and the little guy (Jeremiah was his name, Lionel remembers) even bit his leg to keep him from running. He was lucky that he had a door with a lock and immediately ran out and locked it. He started grabbing chairs and his couch, blocking it and trying to escape the bullets flying out of it. It’s a miracle the door was still standing. 

Eventually they ran out of bullets, mana, and energy, which gave Lionel enough time to reinforce the door the best he can and keep them there. He hasn’t really opened it since…Until Irving showed up. Apparently, killing a literal AI is a lot harder than thought of and Lionel had to open the door and drag a bloody Irving out before they tore him apart. Now Lionel was stuck with his murder hungry creations who most of them wanted his head on a stake and an injured AI who has been extremely unhelpful and quiet for most of the time. 

Fantastic.

He tried calling Carla but she blocked him on any type of social media app ever existed. So that’s wonderful. Thank god he was able to take their weapons/magic away or else he doubt he would have lasted as long as he’s been now. 

Going back to now, Lionel spoke up again, “Look. I know I screwed up bad. What happened to all of you and..what Irving did was awful. I’m sorry. I am trying to do better, and I can’t do that if you are still attempting to kill me. So just let me creak the door a bit open so I can pass the food over and I’ll leave you alone.” 

Lionel was met with more silence. He sighed in frustration and shakily creaked the door opened regardless. He couldn’t let them starve in there. What he was met with the faceless one staring at him, which he visibly jumped at. The room was dark, so Lionel couldn’t see the others but the faceless one had his arms out, motioning his hands to the plate Lionel carried. Lionel realized what they were trying to do and passed the food to them while making sure the door wasn’t opened enough for them to escape. Once the transaction was complete, Lionel quickly shut the door. He let out a relieved sigh at how well it went. 

“Alright. Great. That went well. See, I’m trying to be nice here. Feeding you with good food and-”

A feminine voice suddenly disrupted him behind the door, “Taste like shit.”

“...Well, I’m feeding you some food-”

An older voice spoke up, “Ehm…I never had food like this. Doesn’t look like food..”

Lionel looked frustrated and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine! I’m feeding you. At very least, I’m doing that! I may not make the best ramen but-”

Another voice appears, “This is ramen? There’s no flavor at all!”

“LOOK! I’m trying my best, okay?! Either eat the damn food or don’t, I don’t care!” Lionel jumped at the sound of a dish being thrown and smashed against the door.

“JESUS- Who did that?!”

He was met with silence once more and his patience snapped.

“Okay. Fine. Don’t answer. I’ll leave you alone.”

As Lionel was walking away from the door, he heard loud knocking from it.

“What now?!”

A young voice spoke, “I have to use the bathroom.”

Lionel stared at the door, in disbelief.

“...Bathroom? You’re video game characters.”

“And we use the bathroom! Cmon man, I have to go!”

“Does anyone else in there need to use the bathroom?” There wasn’t a clear response, but Lionel could tell with hearing the murmurs of agreement between them.

“Fine, okay. Here’s how this is going to work. I’ll let you use the bathroom, one at a time.”

Lionel continued to speak as the others stayed quiet. He honestly sounded a bit unsure as he spoke, “And if you try anything, I will not hesitate to…hurt you. Got it?”

The young voice quickly responded, “Yeah sure, can I just go, please?!” “Alright fine! I’m opening the door.”

He opened the door slightly to let the character come out and closed it quick to prevent the others from trying to run out with him. Speaking of which, turned out the voice was Weasel kid. Lionel had to stare at Weasel for a second, still can’t believing that his creations were alive this entire time. Weasel in turn, stared at him with an impatient look. His tail was flicking back and forth with his foot tapping impatiently. 

“Well? Where’s the bathroom?”

Lionel snapped out of it, “Oh, uh, it’s down this hall, second door.”

There was a pause as both of them stood there.

“...Aren’t you going to-”

“No. You’re going first. I don’t trust you behind my back.”

“Jeeze, whatever.”

As they both walked to the bathroom, Weasel leading first while Lionel was following behind, Lionel snapped. 

“Don’t ‘whatever’ me! You all tried to murder me! I don’t trust any of you. And secondly, I’m your creator! Is that how-”

“Yeah. It is.” Weasel turned to look at him with anger. His sunglasses were pushed down a bit, allowing Lionel to see the true fury behind his eyes. “How many times are you going to use that stupid argument anyway? It’s getting old.”

There was an uncomfortable tension. Lionel had to look away, looking almost guilty for setting the weasel off. Weasel simply pushed his glasses up with a snarl and kept walking forward, stopping at the first door in the hallway. 

“Is this the bathroom?”

“...Second door.”

“Oh. Right.”

As weasel went through the correct door, Lionel stood in front of it. He silently wondered if his creations shared any traits with him. Weasel did seem like he forgets things if he already forgot the directions talk they had 1 minute ago. Before Weasel could close the door, he looked at Lionel standing in front, confused. Lionel explained, “Like I said, I don’t trust you. I’m standing right here. Do your business and when you’re done, you’re going back in the room and I’m taking someone else. Got it?”

Weasel huffed and slammed the door. Lionel jumped in surprise of how loud it was and sighed. Thank god Irving was a heavy sleeper or else hell could have broken loose. He 

slid against the wall and sat on the floor, contemplating on how his life got to this point. Was he really that bad of a person? This was his karma wasn’t it? He sat there, hands in his face and trying not to cry in feeling overwhelmed. Lionel felt himself speaking before he could stop himself, his guilt taking over.

“..I’m sorry about Mr. Shrewd. It wasn’t your fault. I should have taken better care of him, not you. God, I knew I shouldn't have sold you off. The hell was I thinking?”

“. . . Did you regret it?”

Lionel snapped his head up to see Weasel standing over him with an unreadable face. He didn’t even hear the bathroom door open. Lionel sighed and locked eyes with him. 

“Yes. Well..kind of. I hated what they did to you, but when I was younger, I was stupid and couldn’t see anything but chasing after the next big thing to get me famous. I should have kept hold of your rights, told those bad reviews to screw off and kept going…I’m sorry.”

“...”

“You don’t have to say anything, just…please, believe me when I say I want to do better by you guys. I will.”

Weasel’s face was cold. “I don’t believe you.”

“I know, I-I know you don’t. Sorry.”

Lionel stood up as Weasel was already walking towards the room, with a much quicker pace. By time he got there, Weasel was waiting by the door, his head looking down to the floor. Before Lionel could open the door, Weasel spoke up, “If..If you did keep my rights and wanted to make another game, would-..would you keep Mr Shrewd alive?”

Lionel had to pause for a second. He could tell Weasel that yes, he would have absolutely kept him alive. He was a memorable character so it made sense he would be in all the games but…It felt like a lie.

Lionel was sick of lying.

“...I don’t know. Honestly? I don’t think I would have. I didn’t care about my own Mr. Shrewd when I should have, I can’t see my younger self caring about yours the same way you cared.”

There was an awkward silence that lingered as Weasel stared right at him. Lionel wanted so badly to look away but he wasn’t going to do that. He wanted to be genuine. Weasel took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

“So he would have been dead? Regardless of anything?!”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

As he opened the door to let Weasel in, he swore he saw the kid wipe his eyes under his glasses. Lionel felt his chest hurt a bit and the guilt overwhelming at the sight. Good lord, he really was that cruel. Before he can even speak, the survivor stood up. 

“..I see you all decided the order already.”

While the others stayed silent (Reggie giving him the coldest and meanest glare that burned through his soul), Chandrelle spoke up,

“Yeah. Video game characters need hygiene as well, for your information. He smells the worst.”

“Okay. That’s fine. Just…stay put, I guess.”

“Hm.”

Lionel did a quick glance around to check on Weasel. He was already at his old spot, with the faceless one rubbing his back to comfort him. Lionel took a deep breath and let the survivor out of the room. He closed the door behind them.

[maiteo]

if mikel doesn’t plan on utilizing fábio and all his talents, leaving him to stay on the bench or end up at some bum ass club then….🤐

[roaringheat]

It's nice that as an adult, I can work at my whole ass job and then afterwards walk over to Target and lose my mind over a hyperfixation

[itsalwaysdark]

whining hours . sry

[moe-broey]

Oh. Huh.

[zoekrystall]

"Oh I sleep until x to watch that one stream and then immediately sleep after to fix schedule" it is now 7am I am still in distracting pain since yesterday I want to combust I hate everything please universe let me at least sleep. i got smth tomorrow and later today a call w my ex bff to maybe go along again please let it be gone by then. It makes me lose it not knowing if usual or covid since 2020 before that was it just "oh body hates me again got it" (which still not great but better). Anyways neck thing prob own fault everything else idk. I just guess sleep brain off is hard bc "productivity! smth anything should be done before!" but like focus hard even just icons let alone drawing or whatever let's not fall back to old habits n just relax n sleep please brain. asmr vids usually help but it feels awful if I can watch multiple completely through I should be sleeping by then. I was able to sleep well n easier why is it so hard again,,,,

[lordsukunas]

piggyback rides

synop: you want trueform!sukuna to give you a piggyback ride and he doesn’t know what it is. that’s it.

tags: fluffy fluff fluff, fem!reader (referred as woman once, refers to self as ‘queen’ and ‘wife’ once), ooc sukuna (only bc he’s less of an asshole), possessive behavior (kind of?), mentions of sukuna-typical violence, likely historically inaccurate, not proofread. i couldn’t determine whether or not he was actually wearing a haori or something similar - correct me if i’m wrong n i’ll change it!

notes: basic ass title ik... erm sorry! another post in two days is a miracle so i’m a little proud of myself. half-assed ending lol... anyway, this is just a silly lil drabble!! any interaction is much appreciated, enjoyyyy! :3

“what.”

the first set of crimson eyes dart down to look at you, the other set still tracking the scuttling servants. you’re situated quite snugly in his expansive lap — two thick arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his bare chest. “what the hell is that?”

you nibble the inside of your cheek to suppress a smirk. finally, you know something that sukuna does not! and it only took three years. “it’s where i get on your back and you carry me around. quite simple, truthfully.”

he snorts at the slight condescension in your voice. for something so agitating, you have quite the ego. “mm. and why should i do that for you? you can walk on your own, unless your legs are mysteriously broken all of a sudden.”

“because,” you say with a huff, “it’s fun. don’t you want to bond with your queen?”

anxious eyes of passing maids sneak glances at you, your little huff drawing their attention. sukuna shifts you in his lap, turning you to the side, and the massive sleeve of his robe moves to obscure your form from their undeserving gaze. “we have bonded enough.”

“and it would not hurt to bond some more!” you counter. sukuna’s stubbornness is something you absolutely adore about him, but not right now. “can the mighty king of curses not spare a moment of his day to entertain his wife’s wish?”

he falls silent at this, and you can practically see the gears churning in his big head. he’ll cave. if there’s one thing that’s undeniable about the sorcerer, it’s his curiosity.

“... fine,” he grunts. after scooping you up and setting you down, he stands up and gestures with his hand. “so how do we do it?”

your lips curve up into a smirk. “okay, turn around so that your back is facing me.”

sukuna turns around, folding one pair of arms over his chest.

“then, crouch down a little.”

a beat passes, and then he crouches down, back muscles flexing underneath the dark fabric of his haori.

you step up behind him and slide your arms around his neck. his adam’s apple bobs, and the other arms move to cradle your butt. “if this is an attempt to choke me, it isn’t work.”

he always thinks someone’s out to get him. you roll your eyes. “no. if i wanted to kill you, i likely would’ve attempted forever ago.” you lift your lower half onto the lower part of his back, and your legs wrap around his hips.

another beat passes. “is that it?”

“yep.”

sukuna adjusts you, his hold on you becoming more secure as he rights himself to his full height. the warmth of your breath ghosts across his ear, and he can smell the scented lotion you applied this morning.

why hadn’t he done this before?

“soooooo,” you drawl, and he can hear the smile in your beautiful voice without even having to look. you’re so close — he hears the little inhale before you speak, the nearly imperceptible huff of laughter once you finish. “what are you just standing here for? we gotta walk around, explore the estate! it’s not fun if we’re just stuck in one place.”

“i am not a servant,” he warns, voice gruff, but he starts to move towards the throne room’s exit anyway. anyone unfortunate enough bows, mutters a jumbled greeting to the both of you, and scrambles out of the way.

it’s no secret that sukuna is more... benevolent, when you’re around. but that is a double-edged sword — if someone dares to disturb your peace or inconvenience you in his presence, they’d be facing a swift death, along with their parents for giving birth to such vermin.

“apologies, my spectacular husband.” you lean forward a bit and press a kiss onto his cheek, leaving a faint lipstick stain. “now, please, venture forth.”

he rolls his eyes. “if you command me again, woman, i am going to sprint.”

the teasing lilt quickly disappears from your voice, and your arms tighten around his neck. “n-no, that isn’t necessary.”

sukuna’s pace increases, now a brisk jog instead of a leisure walk, and you can hear the gravel crunching beneath his feet. “oh? is it not?”

“it isn’t!” you squeak. a little embarrassing, yes, but you know how fast sukuna is — you’re positive that if he broke out into a full-speed run, you’d be sick by the end of it.

“let’s find out and see.”

[mooooonnnzz]

I saw your earlier post on Platonic fics and Im a sucker for them so here u go : father figure stanford headcannons maybe takes place after he comes back from the portal, reader is an adventurous spirit that works at the shack and maybe secretly helped stan get his brother back? Idk im just throwing things here lol

You Know I Love You Still

Stanford x daughter!reader

💗 stanford dad hc!!

💗 i literally saw the request it and started writing and got a lil carried away 😭 its like half story half hc? if that makes sense

💗 requests r so open rn! i def dont have any fav requests… (anything platonic or familial will be the first ones i write i LOVE those types of requests)

💗 the age of the reader is young like 16/17? ik that lowkey contradicts with the time line but wtv STANFORD DAD HC!!

💗 it’s a little bit of everything? like it’s not only just reader and stanford, the twins r also included in some scenarios and also stan

💗 a big happy family 😭

💗 fem reader gulp i completely didnt realize until i was done that i used she/her when referring to the reader

💗 next fic will use gender neutral pronouns I SWUEAR!!

💗2k words

💗 i apologize for rhe misspell and mistakes i didnt catch in advance

Working together with your Uncle Stan to build the portal to bring your dad back to the right dimension was tiresome. Nights were sleepless and many of them were spent in the underground lab, where you and Stan did everything possible to assemble the portal. Trying to keep such a secret away from the twins and Soos was unexpectedly hard. The knowledge of hiding someone so vital to you and to your Uncle Stan was weighing down on you and him. Then came the day where his awaited arrival was promised. You could barely sleep that night. You thought of so many different possibilities and scenarios of how you would greet him. Would he remember you? Did he ever miss you? Does he even love you?!

The next day came in like a tornado and before you knew it, you were protectively standing in front of the button; trying your absolute hardest to prevent the twins from pressing the button.

“Why do you guys want to stop the portal so badly!” You yelled over the loud swirling wind that emitted from the portal. “Because it’s dangerous!” Dipper retorted, using his arm to shield him from the debris whizzing past him. “G-Grunkle Stan isn’t who he says he is!” Dipper said, stepping closer to you.

“Whatever you guys saw or heard isn’t what you think it is! Please, you need to believe me.” You begged, your eyes brimming with tears. You’ve worked so hard to get this portal up and running and you weren’t going to let Dipper or anyone stop you from being able to see your dad.

Soos came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry, dude.” He picked you up and took you away from the button. “Soos, no!” You thrashed around his hold. You pound your fists against his arms, hoping it’ll loosen his grip on you but nothing you did worked. No matter how much you begged and fought against him, he didn’t budge. He just held you closer to him, muttering ‘I’m Sorry’ under his breath.

“This all stops now!” Dipper raised his hand, palm flattened out, ready to push the button when Stan appeared at the doorway. “Don’t touch that button!”

He’s hunched forward, hand leaning on the frame of the doorway as he pants. Relief washes over you upon seeing Stan. Silence fills the room for a minute and all you can hear is your heart hammer against your ribcage. Stan walks towards Dipper, beckoning him to not press the button.

“If you just let me explain—“ He’s cut off by his watch repeatedly beeping. Suddenly the ground begins to shake.

The portal powers up and the circle enlarges. The electricity spazzes and travels throughout the room, creating streaks of electrical power. Your feet lift off the ground and soon everyone’s floating up in the air. The wind is fierce and it’s whipping through every direction, pushing you towards the wall.

Dipper yells at Mable to turn off the portal before it causes anymore damage. She tugs herself closer to the button using a stray cable and while she wraps herself around the neck holding up the button, Stan is begging her to listen to him and to not press the button. He’s soon tackled by Soos who pushes him away from Mable. They all fight with each other and you’re watching with a bated breath.

The portal pulses with power, sending you back first into the wall. Stan and Dipper bicker back and forth and Mable is torn with the decision of either believing her brother or her Grunkle. She lowers her hand, eyes closed and you're almost convinced she’s going to press the button when she lets go of the button. She floats up with her arms raised. “Grunkle Stan, I believe you.” She says.

“Mable, are you crazy?! We’re all gonna—!”

The world flashes white and you're immediately knocked out. You awaken to yourself plummeting face first down to the floor. You groan, pushing yourself up with one hand and the other wiping off the dust on your face. Looking around you can see your family scattered around the room, each of them slowly waking up from whatever happened and stumbling back to their feet.

Your head quickly whips towards the portal and your heart lurches into your throat upon seeing a figure step out of it. He stands still, staring straight ahead as he takes off his hood and goggles. And what hid behind them was your father.

After the initial shock of meeting the one behind the three books and the reveal of him being related to Stan was pushed aside, you presented yourself with the help of Stan. “H-Hi, Dad.” You awkwardly greet yourself.

His eyes stop on you and he freezes, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar. He takes a minute to process the absurdity of the situation before he’s snapping back to consciousness. He blinks once, his mouth stuttering as he finds the right words to say. He then blinks again, stepping a cautious step towards you. Your name softly spills out of his mouth and your heart soars hearing your Dad finally utter your name again.

You take a step forward and then another and another until you’re face to face with him. Being closer to him allowed you to see how much he has aged since the last time you saw him. “Dad…” You whisper, throwing yourself into him.

A light wheeze escapes his mouth from the sudden impact of your body crashing on him. Once he recovers, his arms are quickly wrapped around you, hugging you with so much warmth and love you almost sobbed right then and there.

He snuggled his face against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent he missed so dearly while he was away. “We have so much to catch up on.” You say so quietly that he almost lost your words if it wasn’t for you being directly near his ear. He hums in affirmation, cherishing the long awaited reunion with his daughter.

“I feel like this is another part where one of us faints again.” Mable says in utter disbelief at the scene that unfolded in front of her. “Ohoh!” Soos laughed out. “I’m so on it, dudes.” As if on command his eyes roll to the back of his head and he faints flat on his back.

HEADCANON TIME!!

• You weren’t really expecting to talk to him much due to Stan wanting to talk to his brother, but after their fight, he came looking for you. When he found you, you were sitting on the couch that was outside on the porch. You were reading a book you recently purchased from the bookstore. Nose deep in your book, you failed to realize Ford standing beside you. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his trench coat. Quietly he asked, “Is there room for one more?”

• The night was spent with the two of you getting to know each other. From your favorite color to your favorite show, what food you like to eat and so on. Ford wanted to fully understand and know you as a person. He wanted to make up all the years he lost with you.

• The next day, you awoke to the smell of your favorite breakfast food being cooked. With haste you pushed your blanket off of you and slipped on your slippers and sped off into the kitchen where Ford was buttering the pan. He looked over to you and flashed you a smile. “I made you your favorite.” He said, motioning over to the table where he laid out your breakfast. “You didn’t have to do this.” You scratched your cheek, a small laugh of surprise leaving you. “I’m just doing what I always dreamed of doing.” He shoveled out his breakfast onto his plate using a spatula. “How’s the food, kiddo?” He asks, placing the pan and spatula on the dirty side of the sink. “Actually pretty good for someone who hasn't been in this dimension for over a decade!” You jest, taking another delicious bite from your breakfast. Ford jokingly rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and sat down on his chair. “Already poking fun at me.” He said, shaking his head.

• Stanford knew he had to focus on his projects, he had so many things he left unfinished that he'd been dying to get his hands on the minute he stepped foot into his dimension. But he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He loved seeing you interact with the twins, he loved watching how pieces of his personality shone through you. Like the way you’re so meticulous with where you put things, or how you were forever curious about the things around you, and even the abundance of questions you’d mutter to yourself as you discovered something new. That’s all of him right there, in front of him and he couldn’t grasp such a thought that you were his!

• He finds himself gazing upon baby photos Stan took of you when you were younger. Even if he’s angry at his twin currently, he’s forever grateful that he documented such beautiful memories in a scrapbook. “Y’know, I used to tell stories about you to her.” A shriek leaves Ford. He jumps forward, the scrapbook tumbling down his lap and onto the floor. “You idiot! Be careful.” Stan sneered, kneeling down to the floor to pick up the scrapbook. “Stanley!” Ford leans his head back, trying to regain his composure. “You scared me!” He says. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Stan waves him off, grabbing the scrapbook and tucking it in between his arms. They stand in awkward silence, eyes darting around the place uneasily. “Did…” Ford starts, shattering the silence. “Did she like the stories you told of me?” Stan smiles fondly, nodding his head. “She loved them. She thought you were some stupid amazing superhero, no matter what I told her.” Ford furrowed his brows. “Wait, what do you mean by no matter what you told her?” Stan nervously laughed. “Hey, why don’t you keep looking at these photos! Wait here, look at this one. Haha! She’s trying to eat her toes, isn’t that adorable?” “Stanley.”

• Outings between the two of you were very common. He loved being tugged around the town of Gravity Falls by you as you pointed at various different shops and locations. You told him the reasons why you hated them or loved them, and some were tied to stories that happened within the summer. He seriously questioned how you and the twins survived so many times where you were just so close to death. The mall was a place where you and him resided the most. With the money he took from Stan, he paid for almost everything you wanted. Entering the shack with so many bags was a shock to everyone. “Woah! Did you buy the whole mall?” Mable jokes, grabbing one of the bags to help you with the load. “Basically,” you laughed, instructing Mable to rally Soos and Dipper to have a little haul of what you bought. Stan watched with a raised brow as you stumbled into the living room with Mable following closely behind. “Where did you get all the money to buy her all of that?” Stan asks. “Just stole some money from some hobo.” Ford said, walking into the living room to join in on the haul. Stan didn’t understand what he said and opened the cash register. When he saw all the money he had stored the day before gone, it all clicked.

• Adventures out in the woods is a must. Gathering the twins and your dad, all four of you venture out into the woods in hopes to find something new. “Why couldn’t Grunkle Stan tag along with us?” Mable asked as she kneeled down to pluck a flower from the dirt. “Because he’s being a wet towel.” Dipper muttered, scribbling down a rough drawing of the flower Mable was picking in a book you bought him. “So what kind of anomalies you three stumbled upon?” Ford questioned. You and the twins began to dump everything onto him, from when you started seeing them to when Dipper and Mable came. Ford couldn’t truly focus on what they were saying, mostly because it was a jumbled excited mess of words, but partially because he was astonished with the trio in front of him. They went through so much and yet they’re still so headstrong. He could definitely see a little bit of him in Dipper and Mable.

• Stan would find you and Ford fallen asleep on the couch or in his lab, all huddled up together and completely knocked out. Snores filled the room and he found it amusing that you and him both snores the same. Videos and photos were definitely taken by Mable.

• Ford would tell stories of his adventures in another dimension to you. Stemming from how he started from the ground up to him getting banned from many other dimensions for stealing parts. “You’re not so different from Uncle Stan,” You laughed, shaking your head. “What! It was only a few…hundred dimensions.”

• There’s times where you’d wake up in a cold sweat, afraid that your Dad finally coming back was just a painful dream your brain played on you. But when you would get ready to find him, you’d step on his stomach or back. “Ough!” Ford groaned out in pain. Being suddenly woken up from his sleep, he sat up, looking around confused. “What are you doing sleeping on the floor?” You sat back down on your bed, pulling the blankets over you. “Is there a problem with me sleeping on the floor?” Ford asks, looking at you with squinted eyes. “No, no.” You laid back down on your bed. “Go back to sleep. I’m better now,” You say, somewhat amused with Ford sleeping on the floor beside your bed. “Goodnight, I love you.” You brush your fingers playfully across his face to annoy him. He shoves your fingers away from his face, huffing out. “Goodnight,” He shuffles to his side, looking up to you with a small smile. “I love you more, kiddo.”

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B.A.S.

Max Verstappen x Model!Reader

Summary : Max has a girlfriend, you have a boyfriend… guess you both ain’t shit

Currently playing : B.A.S by Megan Thee Stallion

Warnings : toxic Max, toxic reader, toxic Daniel, everyone toxic (in a funny way), suggestive content, implied cheating (don’t cheat y’all), fade to black ending

this is so rushed but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head but I also have so much uni work to catch up on so here you go.

Blah blah blah please do not hate on Kelly Piquet I don’t know her and neither do you, this is fiction.

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user1 what a race

user4 17th to 1st I know that’s right

user7 patiently waiting for the comment from y/n

— user8 why do y’all always bring her up

— user7 her and max are fucking and you can’t convince me otherwise

— user8 you guys are actually deranged

yourusername so proud of our boy 💙🤎

— user7 you see what I’m seeing @/user8

— user8 okay our boy is insane work

— user9 oh my god

— user10 these are fighting words

— user11 our boy?? OUR?? O-U-R?? Kelly and y/n sister wives confirmed??

— user17 Kelly I’ve never liked you but if you wanna deck her imma look the other way for 5 minutes

— user3 idgi she’s just being nice ???

— user4 being nice is saying well done… with this comment she may as well post a tape of her and max doing the devil’s dance in 69 different positions

— user5 now you know this just plain disrespectful 😭 😭

— user19 the girlies are fighting🤭🤭

— user21 ik max giggling and kicking his feet rn

danielricciardo so proud of our boy 💙🤎

— user7 now what you out here being messy for??

— user11 I know him and y/n are cackling to each other on FaceTime rn

— user15 not them tag teaming her… give her a min to get up 😭

— user25 danny pls spill the tea what do you know!

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user5 the picture of you and max b4 the one of you and your man… can someone say messy

user6 te amo Brazil? Or te amo your boyfriend??? Or te amo Max????? like pls girl help us understand 😭

yourboyfriendsuser we need to come back for a baecation ♥️

— user7 lmao he’s fighting for his life 🤭 he rlly said let’s go back just us two

— user9 you just know he barely saw her all week

user12 I love toxic girls! Love to see women in male dominated fields fr fr

maxverstappen1 💙

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— user7 naurrrrrrrr 😭 😭

— user8 Kelly Piquet found dead

— user12 okay but like actually what is going on??????? like genuinely??? does anyone know??

danielricciardo lmao

user27 after god fear women cause wtf is going on 😭

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theestallion I LOVE YOU! knew you’d be perfect 💛💚

— user8 you might as well have called her a trifling hoe

— user10 lmao a song about cheating and being toxic and you were just like I’ll call y/n, she’s perfect

user7 I don’t care that she’s a weirdo, your honour I love her!

— user16 the thing is I don’t think anyone actually dislikes her 😭 I think ppl are actually amused by her antics

— user14 keep in mind her antics are publically cheating on her boyfriend with a guy who has a partner and a step kid 😅😅😭

— user16 allegedly!

user28 me personally I would love to have a timeline of her and max’s situationship…. Cause like how do they even know eachother?

— user17 apparently she used to do karting??

— user24 yk childhood friends make so much sense as to why Kelly can’t get rid of her

maxverstappen1 😃😅

— user14 oh my god, this is basically confirmation right? RIGHT?!

— user12 max you may as well have commented yes we’re fucking

— user13 men are so stupid… cause y/n just pulled of the most amazing troll (is it still trolling if it’s true???) and now you wanna ruin it

user32 girl!!???? Oh my god!!?? I’m sorry??!! Like this deserves jail oh my god

— danielricciardo free my girl, she did it all but I support her!

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