#microw

[rainestormroom]

THEY KISSED I SAW I WAS THERE

Anyway did a poll on discord asking which ship i should draw for gay month, and Microw won so here are my silly willies

Mico: Asexual Bi

Crow: Genderfluid Opalian(Nblm)

Other versions

[rainestormroom]

Oh ok

//Flash warning

INTRODUCING: QUADRANT MAKER

A Gif generator for all your shipping needs. :3

Do whatever the fuck you want to do with it I don't care

[microwbird]

it has been 20 million years. i am now once again posting my art to tumblr, it's a miracle. take some recent october art of microw!

1st was drawn with this neat brush pack! that i still dont know how to use properly

[teesmosambijoos]

giggling blushing kicking my feet twirling my hear

[em0-snail]

This was literally my peak setup

[gooboogy]

Does anyone remember "is it a good idea to microwave this?" Remembering it again, I love it to bits those wacky guys

[loveinhawkins]

Steve doesn’t notice the answering machine for several weeks.

His time is split between the hospital and donating food and clothes; and when he’s not doing that, he’s helping put up missing posters for people’s loved ones.

It’s only when both Max and Eddie are discharged that he has a moment to even catch his breath—when, half-dozing on his feet, waiting for a microwave ready meal to heat up, he notices the blinking red light in the hallway.

He feels like he’s still in a dream when he presses ‘play’, hears his mother’s voice. There’s people talking in the background, the echoing, constant chatter of a hotel lobby. She’s laughing at something someone must have said before the answering machine kicked in.

She sounds… happy.

“Steve? Steve?” The rustle of the receiver getting briefly pressed to her blouse, a muffled, “Just a minute, hon, he might still pick up.” Then, clearer: “No, you must be out. All right, Steve, it was just to let you know that we’ll be home a little sooner than we—yes, I’m telling him, what do you think I’m doing?”

Steve’s thoroughly grateful that he’s listening to a message, and no response is required—can only stand there, jaw slack, at just how light his mother’s voice is.

“A couple of work things fell through,” she continues with a breeziness that probably means several major ‘things’ went disastrously wrong, work related or otherwise. But it doesn’t sound like she cares all that much; if anything, she sounds excited.

“So I thought we could—well, I don’t know how late we’ll be, but if you’re not too hungry, we could just order some pizza, lazy dinner? Plain cheese for you, right?” The distant ring of a bell on a counter. “Steve, darling, I know we haven’t been—” She cuts herself off with a sigh that’s gone too quickly for Steve to parse.

He hasn’t ordered a plain cheese pizza since he was 12 years old. But she’s trying, he thinks. She’s trying.

“Oh, we’re just checking out. What? No, I thought you had that bag. Oh, well, just—sorry, Steve, see you tonight. Love y—”

The message ends.

In a daze, Steve replays it once, twice—it’s on the third re-listen that he hears the mechanical voice intone what date the message was left.

See you tonight.

He inhales sharply just as the microwave beeps, and then he’s out the door, leaving the food to congeal.

-

He knows the route they would have taken. Plays it backwards in his head as he drives. Can see them in his mind’s eye taking the exit that leads into Hawkins—his mom berating his dad for not using his turn signal.

He finds the road. Stops. Gets out and presses his hand to the tarmac. He can feel it under his palm, like a scar.

The gates spread, at the end.

There’s no proof, nothing he can point to and say there, that’s what happened to them. Not a trace.

But he knows.

He knows.

-

“Okay, what’s up?” Eddie asks him three days later.

It’s almost funny, how little things have changed. Steve keeps waiting for a knock at the door, a just kidding! There’s no harried phone calls from their work, so they must have taken extended leave or—he doesn’t know.

He’s never going to know.

“Nothing,” Steve shrugs. “Just thinking if the kids want popcorn now or later.”

Eddie’s suspicion melts away with a snort; it’s too easy. “Stupid question—the answer is always now.”

“Yeah, yeah. Second cupboard on your left, Munson, knock yourself out.”

“What am I, the maid?” But Eddie’s already reaching for the popcorn, opening the microwave door with a clunk, and then there’s an abrupt silence.

Steve realises why a second too late. “Shit, I—sorry, lemme just—”

He picks up the plastic tray full of mouldy pasta and throws it in the trash—feels a prickle of shame as he does so.

It’s stupid that this is the thing that makes his breathing catch. So fucking—senseless.

“Steve,” Eddie says haltingly, like he somehow knows this isn’t just about being absent-minded.

“Don’t,” Steve says.

He knows that’s practically a signed confession already. But Eddie nods and even cleans the damn microwave without a word of complaint. Because the popcorn still needs to be done, and the kids are waiting, and they’re pretending, Steve thinks.

They’re all just pretending.

-

He loses himself in washing up, makes the water run hot and doesn’t wear gloves, lets his skin scald. They’d all ordered pizza, and Steve had hidden every slice he’d taken, torn them all up and stuffed them into a napkin.

He stops when he comes to a large plate with a floral trim.

Would she have picked this one? he wonders. The pizza would’ve looked pretty, served up on that.

And then, as quickly as that thought came, another takes its place. How dare she? How dare she think that a fucking lazy dinner would fix everything? Did she think he’d just forgive her, forgive them both, just like that?

But she never got the chance. He’ll never get the chance to—

A sharp, stabbing pain. Steve turns off the faucet automatically, sees that the plate has smashed in the sink. A shard of china in his palm.

Eddie’s voice echoes in the hallway. “Um, I called Wheeler? Uh, Nancy. She—she took them all home.”

“Cool,” Steve says, voice tight.

He knows that Eddie has entered the kitchen when he hears a shocked hiss. “Dude, what the fuck? You’re bleeding, wait there, just—”

It’s not a deep cut, Steve thinks numbly. He doesn’t know why Eddie is worried. But he lets him fuss, lets him gently pry the remnants of the plate away, lets him wrap a bandage tightly.

“Hey,” Eddie says. His voice is soft. “Whatever it is, we’ll fix it, ‘kay?”

Steve can’t look at him. Clenches his jaw.

“We will, you hear me, Harrington? I promise.”

Steve shakes his head. “Can’t fix—” he gets out before his throat closes up, and when he glances back, Eddie’s eyes are wide and fearful.

“What?” he says sharply, and he looks almost nauseous, like he suspects he’s about to be told that the monsters are back, that they have never even left. “What the fuck do you mean? You’ve got to tell me, man, just—”

Steve makes an anguished noise that feels like it comes from somewhere in his chest, and Eddie freezes. He considers Steve for a long moment.

“Okay,” he says, a wary placation. “Can you… um. Can you show me instead?”

Steve blinks. He flexes his hand, uncaring of the cut, and jerks his head to the hallway.

Eddie stares. Frowns. Then leaves.

He figures it out, of course he does. Steve just stands there, hears the click of the answering machine. He closes his eyes.

This is all that’s left; these are his scraps. A sigh he’ll never understand. An aborted, “I love you.” It had never come easily to her, but it had left her freely then.

Why?

A hand on his shoulder. Steve opens his eyes.

Eddie looks stricken. “Steve,” he whispers, then stops like he doesn’t have the words.

Steve can’t blame him. Neither does he.

“I didn’t—I didn’t know,” Eddie says. “Steve, I didn’t—”

“They were coming home,” Steve says stupidly, feels a bit like he’s twelve years old. “They were—Eddie. They were gonna come home.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, and it leaves him all in one breath. “Oh, Steve. C’mere.”

Steve falls against him, muffles something that’s half a cry, half a scream against his shoulder—and mourns the loss of a conversation he will never have.

[theparadoxspace]

"he/him" boring, mundane

"heat/him" microw ave 👍

[sa3ha]

Convenient break

pairing: riki x fem!reader warnings: fluff, small kiss, quiet!riki, stressed!reader, mentions of periods, gramatical errors (pls forgive me T.T) context: you were stressed and had a bad day, and Riki made it better for you. NOT PROOFREAD

Stressed. You were stressed. You've been spending your time at school a lot more than before this week. Your grades were starting to fall, so you couldn't afford slacking anymore. It sucked, needing to study for practically everything, while others wouldn't even need to try.

Though today, it couldn't get any worse. You forgot your wallet and only realized when you arrived at school. You unexpectedly got your period during second hour of school, and had to ask a few female classmates for pads. So, you've been in pain ever since. Thinking it couldn't get any worse, you hadn't eaten since lunch break, and it was now 7pm. You were totally k.o'd.

The school closes at 9, and you were on cleaning duty today. Your classmates had already done their part and left for their after-school clubs already. As you were thinking of your bad day, you felt your cellphone vibrate on your desk.

You smiled, seeing it was your infamous boyfriend, calling for a facetime. You pressed to answer and grinned wider when you were met with a kind of sweaty Riki. "Hey love" He started, watching your tired face through the screen. "Hi" you answered. "Are you still at school, where do I meet you?" He asked, eager to see you again. "I'm still in our classroom, ki. I've been studying but I'm not really focusing like I need to" you told him, slightly pouting.

"Alright, I'm joining you upstairs in a second. I just finished basketball practice" He continued.

You just smiled at him and told him you'd be waiting.

A good minute passed and your classroom door slid open, revealing your lovely boyfriend. You smiled at each other and he went up to you, opening his arms for you to fall into. You got up and quickly hugged him by his neck, giving him the opportunity to slide his arms around your smaller waist. He was much taller than you, causing him to bend over towards your frail body. "Hm, I missed you" You told him, making him grin at the statement.

"I missed you too" He replied, hugging you a little tighter while he kissed your lower neck. He then let go a little bit of your waist, and so did you from his neck.

"You're on cleaning duty today, right? I'll do it" He said. You explained to him that your part was just to clean the desks and to wipe the chalkboard. He quickly got into it while you decided to pack your things up and continue studying at home.

When you both were done, you made sure to turn off the lights of the room before leaving the establishment, hand in hand. Your stomach was growling and you were in pain, front to back. Riki was quick to notice this and quickly took your bag from your shoulder. You just looked at him and he continued as if nothing had changed.

These were moments that you were thankful for. Though he didn't quite talk as much as others, he noticed things pretty quickly.

"How about we go to the convenience store? My treat" He spoke, watching your eyes go wide in excitement. He smiled when you nodded, as you both reached the place.

Entering the store, you both greeted the worker and got a small cart. You grabbed your favorite instant noodles cup and looked at your partner. "What, that's it? Get more" He told you, adding an instant teokbokki cup for you. He wanted to see your genuine smile, and he hadn't seen it a lot today. He thought food would cheer you up, so he didn't want this moment for waste of an opportunity.

You both got drinks and a pack of chips, and he added a kimbap roll. You didn't want to throw up tonight, so you told him it was enough and thanked him. As you both reached the counter, Riki grabbed his wallet and took out his card to pay. In one smooth swipe, the machine approved and you both got to heating your food.

After a few uses at the hot water dispensor and the microwave, you both were seated at a table. The food was finally prepared. You thanked the lord and Riki for your food and digged in.

You used the chopstick to get a good bite and finally had food in your mouth. You hummed in satisfation as you munched and kept eating. Watching you smile while eating was the cutest sight to Riki.

He looked at you with love eyes and was pleased at your reaction. You took notice of his stare and quickly got embarrassed. "What? Why are you staring at me that way.." you asked. "You want some?" You genuinely asked. His smile just grew and he pointed at his mouth. "Feed me".

You laughed a little at his request, but played along. It wasn't everyday the boy asked you to do such things for him. You took a piece of spicy rice cake and fed him with your chopsticks. He ate and the cycle repeated until you guys were done with the food.

"Thanks a lot for tonight, you really made everything so much better. I really love you" You told Riki as you both had just left the store. He smiled and just grabbed your waist, pulling you in for a kiss, in which you kissed him back. It was short but very sweet.

Pulling back, he leaned his forehead on yours, and whispered those 4 words that he'd only spoken to you. "I love you too".

Hope you enjoyed!!!!

[startagainaprologue]

I'm so sorry but I must diagnose you with "omg my blorbo drinks water too... just like me fr....." disease. Only cure is microwave

SNIFFLES LOUDLY... on it buoss (goes to microw

[rainestormroom]

Mico x Crow oneshot thing based off my "Starr Park 24" au

//animal x animal, enemies/rivals to lovers, fucking gay af

Mico: I just about had about enough of you

Crow:...hm

Mico: Oh don't be so fucking surprise, all u and your bad of misfits have done is went around and cause trouble all for what? So u can go around & snoop through Miss Lola's work. Well not anymore!

Mico ties Crow's hands in rope

Mico: I'm keeping a close eye on u to prevent u from messing around anywhere else in brawlywood!

Crow:.....you know for someone who doesn't care about the rest of these brawlywood snobs u still go other of ur way to defend them...do u just wanna impress them all that bad?

Mico: !!! Of course not- i just care about doing good...

Crow: is that so..well i think u would do more good if u don't trust a word these famous people say...you're extremely impressive being able to follow us all the way up here...you have way better talents and yet ur so obsessed with still trying to impress those group of rich brawlers...

Mico: !!! Y..you shut up! U know nothing about me...

Crow:...Oh i do(literally was watching u guys the whole party)...and it's genuninely upsetting how big of pricks they are to u...especially that green hair egomanic...

Mico:......w..why do u care sm...

Crow: because im trying to make u see..u can be taught a lot more than u allow yourself to be..maybe if u allowed other people who are nice to u to take ur hand....

Mico: !!

Crow was now untied, Mico was now tied up instead

Crow: u might actually be where u dream of being...

Mico: !! G..Get BACK here...

Crow:..no thanks...but i'll give u one thing...ur a pretty fun opponent...yet i think i over stayed my welcome

the security guards are heading up

Crow: i really don't wanna spend any more of my time in this dump...

Crow cuts a hole in the window before looking back at mico

Crow:..u finally stopped talking and began to think...

Mico: fuck off....

Crow: ....again, your talent should not be wasted as a meat shield.

Crow Leaves from the window, leaving a quiet Mico stun as he tries to process what just happened

Mico:......weirdo.

[lyrakanefanatic]

I mentioned in another post how Xander max and gigi can’t be left alone bc something ALWAYS happens, so here is the fic I made for just that!

Grayson takes a sip of his wine, glad that the dinner party is almost over. Him, Jameson, Nash, Avery, Libby, and Savannah were all invited to a “special” dinner party, and with all the drama surrounding us lately, Alisa made us go, leaving Gigi, Max and Xander at home. I’m mid chewing a perfectly cooked steak when Xander calls. “Excuse me for just one moment.” He said, getting up and walking towards the doorway. “Hello?” He says, answering the phone.

“Hellohihowsthedinnerpartygoing.” A nervous gigi speedily responds. I frown.

“It’s good. Is everything okay?” He asks, growing suspicion. “As okay as everything okay would ever be okay!” I hear Xander yell in the distance. My frown deepens as my suspicion grows.

“Gigi, what happened.” I demand. “Well, there was a situation with the microw-“ She says, getting cut off by the sound of smashes and glass clattering. My eyes widen. “Xander?” I yell into the phone. No response. I try again. “Max?” He said.

“Everything is perfectly fine! This microwave is just in need of a beating.” Max yells, before he hears another smashing sound. I grimace, before levelling my face into cool neutral anger.

“What the hells going on?” He demands.

“Me, max, and Xander all wanted to try and make a robot together. We all did pretty good, but we needed a bit of heat to turn it on, and I figured a microwave would be the perfect place to start.” Gigi said casually. Grayson could physically feel the years being taken away from his life.

“You figured a microwave would be the perfect place to put a robot?” He shouts. Gigi snorts.

“Okay, I can see now how it might have been a bad idea. But to be fair, you’re dirty rich. Can’t you just buy another microwave?” Gigi asks. All anger at this point has been placed by pure annoyance. Grayson drags a hand down the side of his face.

“That’s not the point! The point is, you could have gotten blown up. Or the whole kitchen could have been lit on fire! What were you thinking?” He demands.

Xander snorts. “That maybe you shouldn’t have let the idiot brigade stay home alone?” He jokingly asks. “My mistake.” Grayson says in deadpan. He hears another smashing sound in the distance.

“Is the microwave still on fire?” He worriedly asks.

“Nope!” Came max’s voice. “This is just very therapeutic!” She says cheerfully.

“Max.” He said, using his most stern Grayson Hawthorne tone, the one that said I mean it. “Put down the bat. Now.” Xander and gigi both made ooooh noises.

“Brrr. Fine, Elsa.” Max begrudgingly said. He heard a small clattering sound, and was sure she had dropped the bat.

“You do realize that Alisa is going to kill you all, right?” I ask them, a smirk plain on my face. There’s silence between them, before max speaks up. “Well, better that than the microwave.” She says, trying to be cheerful.

“No it’s not.” Grayson says.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

——————————————————————

btw this is my first fic ever so I’m sorry if it’s bad 😭😭 I didn’t rlly know how to end it too so yeah sorry 😭

[twig-the-edgelord]

I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT

I’m so nervous!!!!! Whhaaaaa

[thegongoozlerreacts]

Dead Plate (Part 1)

hello!! its been a while since ive posted but here i am!!! so this game is Dead Plate created by STUDIO INVESTIGRAVE

i had played one of their games before, Elevator Hitch, and i really really enjoyed it! so im very excited for this new game that theyve released

though, this game is probably really different from Elevator Hitch, because that game was a visual novel type of game while this one has restaurant tycoon gameplay

still, im very excited

i hope i can get all the endings today (but probably not) as always, spoilers under the cut!

i know its literally just the title screen BUT it looks very classy

also the music? its a bop like yo BellKalengar is the composer and sound designer and like yo!! amazing job its literally just the title screen and im amazed already LMFAO

alright then lets begin

lolol i like the way they named the buttons for doing the tutorial, skipping the tutorial or just leaving the game on auto progress time to show up at 5 am then

the art is really cute these characters are really cute too esp the protag

i know its just the tutorial but i am very nervous LOL doing service jobs make me nervous (even tho this is only a fictional one)

bro protag why did u skim the interview thing 😭 is that why u've had 28 jobs in 7 years 💀

ooh interesting the cooks have an order in which they cook meals i need to remember that

wow so theres a lot to do huh theres seating the customers, taking their orders, bringing those orders to the kitchen, serving the food, going to the cash register to take their payments, cleaning up the tables AND throwing out the trash its a lot more than i was expecting,,,, lol good luck to me i guess

so like fun fact im actually not that good at playing games LOL esp this kind of game where theres like people and they have like a happy meter kind of thing going on i wonder if any of the endings will be tied to how well we do during the work day ?? probably

also can i just say that the music is really good i like the kinda jazzy (is that the right word??) vibes going on

it makes me less nervous about serving customers since its very chill LOL

WHY IS THIS CUSTOMER HITTING ME WITH A HARD QUESTION

I HAVE NO IDEA IF WE HAVE TO-GO BOXES OR WHATEVR WHAT HUH ?????

there is a right answer and i have no idea what it is im gonna lose my mind please. ok well lets pick an answer

im gonna go 'no' since the restaurant has a strict menu that changes daily right? so maybe they wouldnt do to-go boxes or ordering ahead and stuff (RIGHT???)

oh phew ok i picked the right one

LOL the banter between the protag and the tutorial guy (i dont know his name)

??? what the hell this customer just left right as i got the food bro 😭😭 have some patience damn this aint a fast food place

now i have to throw away this perfectly good meal (sorry cooks)

oh no now the real game is starting uhh aight alright then lets go

ok so that was like only three customers, i did pretty well but the day's not over yet shdajhsdsakhj i feel like a disaster n it was only three customers LMAO

oh it was only 3 customers for day 1 nice (i got jumpscared by the sound effect for the day ending LFMAO)

ooh green onion rolls,,, it looks good damn now i want to eat LOL

BITCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?????? damn,,,,

the music for this area is pretty chill tho

THE BATHROOM IS FLOODING??? AGAIN ?!??! BRO ??? THATS DISGUSTING

the window has a horrible view its just another building

oho? she? who???

bro dont leave the dishes for later thats sooo gross

??? HOW DID YOU BURN CEREAL???? WHAT DID YOU EVEN DO ??

i am appalled at the protag's lifestyle i cant even

so he has not finished writing lyrics and love letters for this girl he mentioned earlier the game is not revealing her name and im wondering why hmm its very sus

sorry im laughing so hard??? its mostly empty except for some cans and the fucking green onion rolls im cackling?? they look so out of place in this fridge LMFAO

bro how are you so bad at cooking that you burnt food in the microwave??? what are you doing???

wait. is his bed the couch???? bro i feel so bad for this guy

he biked through the rain,,,,, and he thought doing it fast would dry him,,, in the rain,,,,, im starting to understand why he somehow managed to burn cereal

he doesnt own an umbrella

aww this is cute thanks boss

he LIVES here??? wow damn his apartment is upstairs thats very cool

LOL protag keep ur mouth shut

day 2 here we go

SHIT HELP I TOOK TOO LONG ONE OF THE CUSTOMERS LEFT NOOO im restarting jkdsljlds its a good thing i saved

ahh i did way better this time but the day ended right as i was about to take out the trash LOL

oooh those look tasty too

oops ok so like i started day 3 right

well i was like 'i'll take out the trash before serving any customers' so that i can just easily clean up the tables right

uhh but then suddenly this happened ??? so like protag dropped the bag and cut their finger and the boss is having an odd reaction to the sight of blood methinks

HTHE BOSS JUST SLAPPED HIM ??? WTF

bro he just slapped him then was like 'oh dw someone else will clean it up' hello???? you just slapped ???? me ???

ok then moving on to the rest of the day i guess??

kinda weird looking but it still looks appetizing (the magic of art LOL)

oh shit theres a magazine ?? oops im gonna go back and read through previous ones oh nevermind its just the same one lmao

ohhh so this is where i buy items ok aight

and this catalogue is how our protag knew about the job for a waiter it also has an interview with our boss (Chef Vincent Charbonneau, i finally know his name) about the low number of employees i was wondering why we were the only waiter in the restaurant and i guess thats why

ok i bought the rollerskates cuz i need to be faster for the customers

oh and u can interact w the telephone to call 'her' but she doesnt pick up oof

sorry what is happening right now

what is that weird squelching sound?!?!?

BRO?? WTF WAS THAT ??? so like his body felt itchy, pressed Z to scratch and then suddenly lines were all over his body and then knives came out and i am so very confused

i think that was just a dream but what a weird nightmare

i guess onto day 4 then ?? at least i have my sick new rollerskates now

ooh that looks tasty

man i think im too slow cuz the timer always runs out while one more customer is still around lmfao, oh well

oh shit another nightmare

ohh so i can only equip one item at a time hmmm well since i bought the watch anyways i guess i'll use it

PFFT A CUSTOMER LEFT SORRY LADY,, she was waiting to be seated but i was preoccupied with serving food oopsies

restarting the day then

the nightmare hmm is the protag's name Rody since thats what it says on the label

DAMNIT I TOOK TOO LONG AGAIN

ok im just gonna use the rollerskates this time

AGGHH I KEEP TAKING TOO LONG ON THIS ONE CUSTOMER

restarting again,,,,

should i just let it go? probably but im not going to

IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND IVE RESTARTED SO MANY TIMES

ok well youve not seen it but i have restarted day 5 soo many times and i am hungry so,,, here's where i'll leave it for today

even though i am struggling and getting frustrated, im really enjoying the game so far! i wish i wasnt so terrible at playing it so i could see more of the story LOL

like what is up with the boss? who is this girl that the protag likes so much? what is up with his weird nightmares??? and will i ever be able to finish day 5 ?????

tune in next time LOL byebyeee

[attentialkane]

Here are the protagonists of Mortuarium >:]]]

Name : John Timothy Doe

Age: 37 ( April 26, 1986 Taurus)

Occupation: fbi profiler, forensic artist

Description: A skilled artist and profiler with prosopagnosia and cotard's syndrome. Oddly, his skill in recognizing behavior and drawing realistically based only on descriptions comes from his way to cope with his syndromes.

Name : Fyodor "Fedyenka" Preobrazhensky

Age: 44 (31 of December 1979, Sagittarius)

Occupation: Forensic pathologist , autopsy technician

Description: A devoted agoraphobic pathologist with a strong accent, never seen outside the morgue, his house, or church.

Only seen eating microwables. She's intersex raised amab but uses she/her, believes she's the Holy Mary. Drinks embalming juice for fun.

Shares appreciated!!