#love and mischief

[a-literate-chicken]

Game chickens just look like this to me idk

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF troublemakers finally meet,, Abby and Gregory

[thatmooncake]

Someone is here for another visit! 🎉

It’s time for Moon crimes (and their consequences)

(Aftermath close ups under the cut)

[lokimobius]

LOKI S02E02 "Breaking Brad"

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Is this gif not the most sibling thing ever

Sonic and Tails: *casually lounging together on the couch*

Knuckles (oldest sibling): *shows up*

Sonic and Tails (little rascals, little siblings): *immediately shift positions to take up the entire couch* ("sorry bro this seat's taken")

Tails: *innocently sits criss cross applesauce, looks away, and whistles, even moves one tail to take up more space*

Knuckles: *knocks them both off the couch and claims the entire thing for himself*

*both Sonic and Tails faceplant the ground, then glare back at Knuckles*

*Knuckles looks so proud of himself*

[synthbug]

First time drawing the sillies pleasce excuse the inconsistencies </3 ^_^

[nnicknnelsonn]

knows what nick has in mind

is fully onboard with that plan

{prev} so in love {next}

[gravehags]

(with deep affection and loving tears in my eyes) she looks so stupid

[beastwhimsy]

SIDEBOTTOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[happywitchesofnewdi]

It's too late, Mugi. I'm afraid he's already been influenced.

[nedeii]

[sacredfixation]

The fact that Loki parallels his Avengers-level meltdown to Mobius losing his temper ONCE is insane.

Loki sat there, ate neon pie, and thought the best way to cheer Mobius up was to remind him of his literal war crimes. AND IT WORKED.

Mobius really saw ‘held New York hostage with aliens’ and thought, ‘What a catch.’

Loki tried to relate to Mobius by dropping the most batshit insane story possible. Like, ‘You lost your temper? I get it babe I commited intergalactic terrorism because I was mad We’re the same.’ And Mobius is like, ‘Haha, you’re so cute and silly when youre mad :333’

Loki was literally like ‘haha ive done worse when I was mad’ and mobius just short circuits like ‘aaha hes so dramatic I love him’ HUSBAND BEHAVIOUR

And its the way Loki delivered that story so sincerely, like it was a heartfelt confession, and Mobius just giggled softly. Not even nervous laughter, this man was genuinely delighted. Like, ‘aww my emotionally unstable god boyfriend is opening up ^_^’

Mobius is so whipped

I do need to point out how tender this scene actually is, though. Loki, whose always been labeled as a monster for his emotions, is sitting there telling Mobius its okay to lose control sometimes. And Mobius just laughs and accepts it. They really see each other.

[loki-0bsessed]

Loki picture dump!

[aventurineswife]

May I please request Aven playing with his twin babies??? (I always imagine him having boy and girl twins)

Like, imagine their tiny hands trying to grab his expensive trinkets and use them as teething toys (idk what they're called LOL) 💖💖

“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart”

Summary: Aventurine finds himself caught in the simplest yet most precious game of them all: fatherhood. As he watches his twin babies playfully fight for his trinkets, he is overcome by a rare sense of joy and love and forgets his usual guarded ways. The twins bring out this part of him, an element of play which he has kept hidden for so long, reminding him that the gamble may not always be about wealth or power but about love and family and sometimes just the little things in life.

Tags: Dad!Aventurine, Family, Parenthood, Humor, Mischief, Love, Emotional Vulnerability, Joy.

A/N: searched it up and it's called teething toys (for babies), so you're correct! Don't worry :3

Aventurine had always been a man of risk—whether it was navigating the volatile corridors of power or placing a bet on an impossible con. But today, the stakes were far more personal, and far more precious.

He sat on a plush velvet armchair in the lavish sitting room of his estate, his usually composed features softened by a rare, unguarded smile. His children—his twin babies—played at his feet. The boy with his bright eyes and unruly hair laughed as he reached out for the small trinket that rested on the low table in front of his father. The girl, her dark eyes twinkling mischievously, was already doing her best to grab at the same piece of jewelry, her chubby fingers curling around the delicate gold chain.

They get him with a teasing, affectionate smile, the careful mask slipping in their presence. Aventurine thought himself a strategist: one reads the room and predicts the next move. This game of life has changed, though, when it comes to these two; his heart runs in an uncharted course.

"Ah, no, no," he crooned softly, reaching down to pull the gold necklace from their jaws, "That's not for you to chew on."

The boy whimpered softly, his huge eyes looking up at his father, while the girl beamed up at him as if plotting her next move. It was as if they were already working together—hard not to laugh at this. He had a feeling of something between alarm and endearment at the mischievous streak that mirrored his own.

"You two are already scheming," he said to himself, shaking his head. His eyes remained on their small hands, still reaching for anything they could grab. The girl grabbed the chip coin, clutching it in her chubby little fist. Aventurine's heart fluttered at how such small hands could hold such weight in his life.

"You know," he started, settling back in the chair as he absently fidgeted with his bracelet, "your parent would have a fit if they saw you two playing with my trinkets. They're far too expensive for you to be using them as teething toys."

But the two of them did not give up. The boy, not wanting to lose, managed to tug at a delicate gold ring on his father's wrist with a surprising strength in those baby fingers.

With a theatrical sigh, Aventurine carefully took off the ring, his voice playful yet firm. "If you keep this up, you'll ruin my reputation as the greatest gambler in the universe," he teased. "People will hear about the time I lost my ring to a toddler."

The twins giggled in perfect synchrony, their little voices harmonizing in the most innocent way yet having in their expressions mischief written. Perfect, the gamble paid off in the most wonderful of ways—though Aventurine would never admit how much a gamble fatherhood was truly.

As the boy squirmed closer now to pull at his father's choker, Aventurine couldn't resist. His usual wariness was forgotten in the glow of the moment, and he let them have their play. For the universe held no treasures to rival the joy he felt in their company.

"You little thieves," Aventurine laughed, hoisting the girl up onto his lap, her face breaking out into a grin that was at once his charm and her parent's warmth. The boy crawled up to his side, reaching for his father's face, as if trying to claim him entirely.

Aventurine’s heart fluttered again—this time, he didn’t even try to stop it. He was theirs, every last bit of him. And for once, he didn’t need to calculate the cost of that connection.

For this gamble, there was no risk at all.

[iamespecter]

Anyways doodled a few silly things yesterday while I was out picking up my grandma from the airport (the really small doodles of Caine and Pomni are from my little brother)

Gotta have a Glamrock Chica there for good luck bless her

[immortalsoul]