#squirrels are very silly :3

[invinciblerodent]

you don't understand i needed this out of my head urgently

[squirreltastrophe]

been dinking around in ms paint and thinking about my ocs and listening to cats millionaire all weekend :3

some other extremely messy ms paint doodles under the cut!!!

[sysig]

Really digging out the old OCs now; Pan-na, Pilok, Azalea, squirrel boys Will and Damien, and Cupid and Venus <3 (Patreon)

[keeps-ache]

'man, little man-erio, little dude' little uwu-baby little cry baby boy small sniffler tiny terror horrid horrible horror of a child <- things i've just recently called our cat

[anna-proxx]

♡ dating arthur morgan headcanons ♡ (x female reader)

a/n: currently thinking about this game 24/7, so i wanted to share what i think arthur would be like as a romantic partner :)

✽ if you sleep longer, he'd not only let you sleep and be careful not to wake you up, but also hush anyone who makes noise around you

✽ he kisses your forehead a lot

✽ and loves when you kiss him on the cheek

✽ when drunk, he’d get flustered around you and flirt with you (and only you) and get excited and giddy when you tell him that you're in fact already dating

✽ he's also still loyal af even when he's drunk

✽ but sometimes drunk arthur includes him snuggling up to you while you two are alone and crying out his pent up emotions while you hold him

✽ he limits physical affection around others, but once you two are alone, he turns into a big cuddly teddy bear

✽ after any argument he always makes sure to resolve it before you two go to sleep (he just treasures you too much to let you go to sleep hurt or mad at each other)

✽ if something came up and he couldn’t talk to you, he couldn’t fall asleep and would overthink that night

✽ sometimes you catch him singing to himself and he gets all embarrassed and flustered when he notices you

✽ he secretly loves any cute nicknames you'd call him but would never admit it

✽ (if you menstruate) he’d be cutely clueless about periods and menstrual cycles but would ask you curious questions and wouldn't shy away from talking about it or getting you supplies you need

✽ he would also get you chocolate (or any other treat you like) and put it beside your bed before you wake up when you're on your period because he knows you get grumpy

✽ speaking of hormonal fluctuations and mood swings, he’d be so supportive and patient with you

✽ you two would stay up late together while the rest of the gang sleeps and chat about silly things or gossip while snacking on stuff

✽ "And so I said- want some chocolate?" "Shoar."

✽ he insists you deserve better but also tries to be better for you

✽ he writes every detail about you in his journal, all the time

✽ you're mentioned on like every second page

✽ he also notes down all things you like for later use.

✽ and he draws you in all different situations

✽ sometimes he leaves one of the drawings of you beside your bed as a gift because he knows you love them

✽ family is everything to him, so he’d be ready to die for you, because you are his family

✽ he makes and brings you coffee as soon as you wake up, whether you're in your camp or in a temporary one in the wilderness

✽ when you're sick, he literally doesn't leave your side or is very reluctant to when he has to (and other gang members tease him for it)

✽ he would peel oranges for you (literally and figuratively)

✽ he would unintentionally do or say things that turn you on and be clueless about it

✽ but once he realizes or you tell him, he starts doing them more

✽ this man would love to make you blush

✽ he'd also praise you a lot

✽ "that's my girl" "good girl"

✽ he'd tease you about drooling or mumbling from your sleep, but grin anytime you do so, because he finds it adorable

✽ he never judges you for what you cry for, even if it's a silly reason

✽ "Yer cryin' cuz you saw a baby squirrel?" "Y-yeah..." "C'mere."

✽ he’s just such a good boyfriend and even better husband and father <3

[leviscolwill]

— dad!jude bellingham headcanons !

pairing: dad!jude bellingham x fem!reader

req: could you write dad!judebellingham ml <3

note: i tried writing headcanons because i feel like my writing is very 👎👎🍅🍅🍅 at the moment, i hope you'll like it still !! reblogs are VERY appreciated since the tags are in a silly goofy mood right now #useless 😝🤪

tag list: @ceofmercedes &lt;3

it's well established on judeblr that he is a girl dad, so girl dad it is

i think he would spiral a bit over the fact that you're growing a whole human being in you

he would say random shit like “no but do you feel her legs grow ?”

and you're like 😐😐😐 of course not

but the poor boy is just clueless 😪

he would always remind you of how you're the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you're crying your eyes out because ron fell off his chess piece in the philosopher's stone

now,, i think we're all well aware he would spoil your daughter rotten

getting her new clothes or new toys whenever he passes in front of a store because “she might need it one day”

but !! he would never let her turn into a “daddy i want a squirrel” kinda girl

you would both make sure she's very well mannered because he is very aware his parents' education played a big part in who he is today

i feel like being strict wouldn't be a problem for him either

yk being the eldest in his family, he wouldn't be swayed by your girl's pleading eyes when she acts wrong

he would 100% cry on her first day of pre-school (it's the cancer in him)

and he would try to drop her / pick her up from school as much as he possibly can with training and stuff

if you speak another language, you'd learn it to your daughter and use it to talk shit about jude 🤭

“have you seen what he wore today ?” “yeah daddy's shirt is very ugly”

in my case she would say quoicoubeh to him

i feel like he'd get so frustrated and start sulking amd pouting before your daughter reassures him

okayy bc it's spooky szn rn 😋

family matching costumes !! (call it corny 😡 i do not care)

monsters, disney characters or the adams family... he'd have soooo many ideas

he'd go trick or treating just to eat all the sweets

playfights with your daughter for their girl's attention

“it's my mommy !”

“oh yeah ? but mommy liked me before, so i'm the number one in her heart”

“it's not true ! mommy tell him he's a liar”

you can only roll your eyes because he really has beef with a whole child ???

but he's just a kid himself !!

everytime she gets to see uncle jobe she's overly happy

and jude would smack the back of his head when he says a bad word

(like he's not the one to curse at home yk 🙄)

is it a bad thing i think he would secretly hope your daughter has a bad dream so she'd have a good excuse to sleep in between you both ?

because he would

just to cuddle with her

then he regrets it when she wakes him up early in the morning

when she grows up he would be soooo invested in her school's dramas

like, actually asking for updates during dinner like he's dan from gossip girl

“what do you mean ben is dating his ex's best friend ?? he's such a di... bad person”

he'd be so gassed whenever she would wear his shirt (especially at school)

like you got all these clothes but chose this particular england shirt ? 🥹🥹

(as if half her wardrobe isn't his jerseys from every club he's been at)

(+ jerseys he exchanged with other players and signed jerseys by football legends)

he would sooo show her off to his teammates

“yeah my girl knows how to read now” 😎

and show every picture of her EVER

even the embarrassing ones

100% would introduce his friends as uncles

“say hi to uncle gio” (🫠)

now hear me out bc i think it's my favourite idea

he would totally look up hairstyles tutorials for your babygirl and try them out

once he gets the hang of it, he would never stop finding new ones

and since he doesn't have a sister, he would go to his mum for advice

on hair, but also girl stuff so he can pretend he already knows it all in front of you

you'd also go to his mum to advice tho, because being a parent (especially a mum) is never easy

and she would gladly share all of them with you

when you get into fights with jude your girl would always try to make it better

“dad says he's sorry”, “mum said she's not mad anymore”

of course you both know she's lying but somehow it always works ???

so your relationship is the prime example of what she's looking for when she grows up

and she secretly hopes she gets to love her s/o just like her parents love each other (too corny now ?)

anyways jude would treat you both like his little princesses, and he's so so so grateful he gets to live a lifetime with you two

or maybe more than two who knows 🚶‍♀️

[velvet-paradox]

Observant

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: You're out on the town with your friends but it's your guys' job to make sure you're safe. Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, jealous!König, big guy is a little creep, drinking, established relationship, unprotected p in v, voyeurism, sex in a bathroom, dirty talking, creampie, detailed smut.

Tagging: @synnersaintaint @shyjellyfish26 @kosmokenny @butterscotch-babie @cesneo @deaddainish @allkot @jacket-slut99 @hers-area @1-fuzzy-squirrels @hailmesuckers @ella-bella-ella @spookylilbay @t6ylors @salamanderstuff @hh-spnxx @akii1833 @malyshka-3 @etoilebleue @gremlingottoosilly @talktothemoon2 (I couldn't tag everyone for whatever reason)

p.s. this isn't inspired by The Virus of Life by Slipknot but it fits the mood I'm going for so if you wanna' read this while listening to or listen to it in general bc it's a perfect song, go right ahead!

ENJOY!!!

He can't help it. Not really. He told you to go (even helped you zip up that pretty black dress, bending down on his knees as he clasped your heels too), told you to have fun, call if you needed him, text him to pick you up, go through the drive-thru and get your favorite go-to hangover meal. He knew you would be drinking and dancing with your friends. The thought of what other people, men in particular would be looking at once you left the house made him hot. Made him possessive. But, as smooth as glass on silk König looped his hood over your head at the door, kissing you hard before waving you off, giving your ass a firm squeeze.

König saw fucking crimson as soon as the car full of giddy women pulled away from the curb.

He caught the kiss you blew him before he slammed the door shut and stomped through the house, taking the stairs two at a time, he threw off the hood and sat down at his computer. He turned on his work tablet that he just so conveniently take home with him. He knew what he was doing.

He wiped a hand down his face, green eyes glowing from his computer screens. He used them for gaming, for work emails and new weapons he'd long for. You had your own laptop so using his wasn't really on your radar. So as König typed in coordinates and accessed street cameras and the like, he thought how silly of you.

You had no reason to questions his methods, he was yours, his main priority is to keep you safe and happy and healthy. By any means necessary. And much like his job in the military; he took his job very, very seriously.

While his tablet tracked your location that he'd check every so often, he found your girlfriends' car on the highway, a grin on his face.

Gotcha' sweetheart.

His eyes flitted back and forth as he monitored the cameras.

While König was jealous of the looks you'd be getting, breaking necks and hearts with the way you swayed your hips, helping one of your friends out the of the car at the curb. It was a swanky sort of club at least, he thought. Everyone that he saw and silently judged as a potential threat, it made him warm and it also made him rock fucking hard.

Without knowing or giving it much thought at all, you looked up at a random camera at the stoplight.

Fucks sake… if you only knew what he'd do to keep you safe.

….

It was quite concerning to him how easily he was able to hack into the clubs' security system. They certainly needed better IT in this joint, he chuckled darkly as he maneuvered through the camera's, squinting in the dark and flashing lights. It was packed. He had trouble finding you at first, too many dresses, too many pretty women.

He bit his thumb when he found you.

For the most part you danced with your friends at back booth, he watched you down a few shots already, grooving to the beat of unheard music as you sipped on another drink. Even though it was dark and murky in the club, he mused it was most likely a Bee's Knee's. You love those.

König soon took notice of a man in a very expensive looking suit pass by your table, that's three times in the last fifteen minutes and it wasn't for the bathroom as he'd already scoped that out. König leaned forward, creaking his chair to get a better view.

You had your back toward him, laughing with two of your friends who could still stand, the other two were already sitting down nursing a few cold glasses of water.

If you pass by one more fucking time you dummkopf…

That's it. König grabbed his mask, fought with his boots downstairs and almost forgot the keys to the truck. Grumbling to himself that he should've just gone with you, stayed in the background, blended in to the noise.

He parked the truck violently, coming to a screech in the alley. As luck would have it, an employee of the club was busy taking out some trash and clinking empty bottles of booze, propping up the door just enough for the larger man to slip through unannounced. The music was loud in his ears, heart pumping with the steady rhythm of the bass. The lighting in here was on purposely poor, made for better make out corners and hook-ups he'd concludes as he shifted along the back wall.

Eyes scanning, heart pounding, the threat of you not being here made him move quicker. That little creep better stay away from you, if he know what's good for him, König thought as he made his way around the club. He saw your seated friends then, eyes frantic to find you.

Where are you? Where are you?

Just then he caught something shining in the dim lighting, something bright.

König relaxed a bit more when he saw it was you, holding up your left hand, showing off the wedding ring on your finger to fuck-face. With a huff he shifted his weight, towering over everyone around him, as usual, and made a beeline for your frame.

"Where is he then?"

"Trust me; he's just a phone call away."

"Shame… a real pity he let you out of his sight tonight."

"Is that so?"

"She is never out of my sight."

The poor man must've gave you some pretty wide eyes while you instead smiled, popping your hip and looking up at him. The guy turned and by the look on his face, was not at all prepared to see just who put that little ring on your finger. König grinned and tilted his head, crossing his arms he bent over.

"Boo."

The man let out shriek and took his nosy ass and what was left of his drink and melted back into the dancing crowd.

"I had it handled you know?" You said, sipping down the rest of your own drink.

"I saw that," König countered, sauntering forward to close the not so wide gap. From his height of course, he could see your cleavage perfectly and he just couldn't help himself but sigh quietly. "I'll admit it has been awhile since I've intimated someone. Felt good."

"I bet. Do you want to intimidate me?" You asked, batting your lashes ever so cutely.

Now that was certainly an idea he just might have to entertain.

….

Waving 'hi, hello, good to see you, goodbye' all at once to your friends was a blur, hefting you over his broad shoulder, carrying you away towards the restrooms. Lucky for you both, other than the gendered bathrooms there was a Family Room option, which meant private. Just what he wanted.

He set you down on your heels, clicking loudly on the tile floor as you tugged down the hem of your dress. Until he stopped you. He took your purse and strung it up on the hook, whirling on you he grabbed at the silky material, shifting it up your legs, bunching it at your waist. He clicked his tongue at you.

"And just where or where did your little panties go, hmm?"

"I didn't wear any." You coyishly toyed with the bottom of his mask.

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm."

"Now that's just bad girl behavior." König pressed, leaning on his arm above your head, smiling to himself that he could see your breath hitch in your throat, your chest rising and falling much quicker now. "I should do something about that."

"Yes you should."

You moaned when his free hand found a welcome home between your thighs.

"My my, what have we here? A needy little slit, already wet for me." König sighed, gathering more and more of your slick along his fingers before breaching your tight hole. Your lashes fluttered so sweetly. "I shouldn't even be doing this. You're drunk."

You huffed when he began to retract out of your wetness. "No no no I'm not drunk, honey. I swear. I'm just buzzed, I can still--"

"Ah ah. Don't lie to me, pretty girl. I know you had two Bee's Knee's and a few shots so far."

Your face screwed up when you looked at him. "How do you know that?"

König just chuckled and pulled his finger out, leaving you whining and stunned with his answer.

Low and slow König tapped your nose. "Like I told that dummkopf; you are always in my sight."

He didn't give you even a millisecond before he hunched over, dragging his mask down his face, locking eyes as you bit your lip at the bare sight of him.

….

König made you face the bathroom mirror, told you to hold onto the cool porcelain, bend over, stick that cute ass or yours out. The groan that filled the room vibrated off the walls.

He hunched over your back, "I'm gonna' love you now. Hold on fucking tight."

The crown of his cock split you open, little by little your pussy bloomed open and wet for him as you arched, your back cracked as your shoulder blades threatened to touch.

"Fuck!" You hung your head and rocked on your heels as you adjusted, further and further he pushed himself into you.

He licked his lips at the noises coming from your mouth as he started fucking you, humping you as he wound an arm around your middle, gripping your soft dress. His fingers digging into your skin.

After a particularly hard thrust, you snapped your head up, locking eyes with him in the mirror. You keened and gripped the sink like it had the potential to save you from your husbands' onslaught.

"Fuck you pretty pretty thing, you feel even better than you did this morning," König grunted, slamming into you hard, practically jostling you like a rag doll on his cock. He stilled and panted into the back of your head. "You look so fucking good, so fucking filthy like this, my dear. Look at yourself," with that he grabbed a handful of your hair, jerking you up, blinking at your fucked out expression, mouth agape and glistening. "Awww look at that pretty little face."

He felt you clench around him, pleased he wrenched free his cock, spitting on it as you whined and pushed back against him. "Needy are we, dear?"

"Yes. Oh God yes, I'm so desperate. So so desperate for you." Your ring clinked against the sink when you moved, looking at him over your shoulder, mouth open and waiting for a kiss.

You nipped his tongue after he fucked it into your mouth, giving your ear an experimental bite as he moaned and breathed in your ear.

"Fuck you are so fucking pretty, my pretty little wife," König slapped his wet cock against one of your ass cheeks, it sounded so loud and so filthy. So damn good. "Oh you poor thing. You need it so badly don't you? Need your husbands' cock right back in that wet little cunt of yours. Fucking you out, stretching you out, fuck yes."

"Always." You whined and met him thrust for thrust, settling into a steady pace as he placed kiss after kiss to your neck, your shoulder, biting the strap of your dress as he cupped one of your breasts.

"Yeah you do. Look at you, just ready to be used like the little toy that you are, right? Leaving the house without panties... slut behavior, easier access for me in the end though."

König seemed to be talking to himself as you had become just a puddle, his personal fleshlight as he eased his way back into you.

Your cunt greedily sucked him back in, thrust after thrust as he groaned and grunted, half English tangled with his native tongue. He growled the second you pushed back against him, taking him harder, bowing and whining as if you two were in the sanctuary of your bedroom and not in a public bathroom.

A shower was going to be an absolute must.

Suddenly he lifted one of your legs, gathering you close to his chest, changing the angle to a decadent surprise. Both of your eyes locked on the sight of his cock stretching you out in the mirror.

"Oh my God." You whimpered, eyes watery and focused on how huge he looked. Your gummy walls fluttered around him making him sweat.

"I'm afraid there is no God here, mein engel," he clicked his teeth, shaking his head with a sinister grin, licking the shell of your ear he half whispered. "There is only me. Just you and me. Just your king."

You moaned behind your clenched teeth as you came, legs on the verge of giving out, trembling in his hold. König enjoyed the flood of your arousal encapsulating him, throbbing hot.

"Awww my dear, you couldn't hold it any longer. You poor dear thing, just empty and ready for me to fill you back up, hmmm?" König mused, chuckling darkly before pulling out once more, shoving you up against the wall, your hands slapping against the painted brick, turning your head against it.

You bit your lip at the sight of yourselves in the mirror, arching and wiggling your ass towards him. The jangling of his belt when you fucked you again had left you dizzy, you voiced it, screwing your eyes shut. König got a thrill out of that. Telling you what a good little wife you were, how deep you were taking him, how badly he wanted to fuck you all over again once you made it home.

"That's it baby, good fucking girl. Look at that pretty little girl in the mirror getting whatever she wants." He even went a little far as to little slap your face, holding your chin as his thighs slapped against your ass. "Good job. Take it baby, you're gonna' take it. Oh fuck. You want to feel me cum inside you? Yeah you do, yeah you fucking do."

You sobbed as he came, shooting a few healthy ropes of cum into you. He ground himself against you, pushing his semen even deeper into your pliant body. Your breathing was erratic at best, licking the drool from your lips.

König slowly pulled out, a thick glob dribbled out of your hole, dripping down your inner thigh. He had half a mind to scoop it back up and push it back inside your sensitive cunt, those intrusive thoughts to have you completely full of him, drove him wild. He'd beat off to that image later. Instead he told you leave it, pulling your dress back down and turned you around to face him.

You giggled when he kissed you. "I fucking love when you cum inside me. Makes me feel so good, so warm." You rubbed your thighs together and he laughed with you, fixing himself up while you grabbed your purse and checked your make up. Only a little smeared.

"You're a naughty little thing, you know? Walking out of here with cum leaking out of you. What would your friends think, hmmm?"

Your laugh was louder than expected as you touched his shoulder once his hood was on and you'd opened the bathroom door to the steady pulse of the music.

"Trust me my love, you don't want to hear their stories!"

[pookapufferfish]

Sona master post time!

here is the post guys, gonna put it under a cut because I have a lot to say about a lot of my sonas

1)Bear man? He has no name really, just me really. technically I made his species a grolar bear but he is just kinda a silly bear. hat and glasses are optional. bandana and sweater are interchangable. technically you can draw top surgery scars on him but I haven't had top surgery yet so I will only draw those scars when that happens. But yeah he is my defult sona

2) Lemon (aka spearsona) My rain world sona, can be anthro or just a scug. he has no mouth usually, mouth can be given if silly enough. He has fluffy paw pads (kinda like rabbit feet) The patches on the anthro version overalls represent my friends that I feel closest to (there is a missing pink bow patch from my old drawing because that friend blocked me, please don't attack them if you find out who they are) I will be adding more patches, don't worry friends

3) Gator! My more silly playful sona. goofy and stretchy and moldable. kinda a guy I use when excited of playful, when my brain is very lizard brain. if you draw him then please keep it sfw, he is meant to be child friendly. He has 2 design requirements for if you draw him, green and has the snoot. go wild if you draw him, I love this fella.

Update (11/09/24): Gator has a shark fin on his back now. same rules as before but now requirements are green, the gator snoot and the fin

4) Draygon This guy and below are more personal or with friends so just keep that in mind and ask if you are allowed to draw them doing something. (if you are a mutual or we interact a lot you can draw this guy) Anyways he is just a long dragon with a fluffy mane, if you see him I am usually sarcastic or have had a very rough day

5) Banana! :D Pokesona, he is an eeveelution designed by my friend @boyswhowawa (I can remove tag if you want) called alebreon. He is a ground type (he also looks quite different from the normal alebreon, they are not normally bright yellow) the green arm band is mandatory. He usually is around his friend squash (I cannot share squash because that is friends sona) I actually don't mind fanart of him but he is more personal to me

6) Zigzaret :P my second pokemon sona, a galarian zigzagoon, sentret hybrid. a silly pal. nothing too special he is just silly. you can draw him being a goober and a sweetheart.

7) Squizzard OwO originally a fusion of lonely wizard and a squirrel from inscryption. He is extremely personal with my close irl friends. ask me directly if you want to draw him. I find him silly and I love him but would be uncomfortable if he got just random fan art

[hotvintagepoll]

Thomas Mitchell (It's a Wonderful Life, Stagecoach, Only Angels Have Wings)—In It's a Wonderful Life, he's Uncle Billy, the man who ties string around his fingers to remind him of things (and STILL misses his nephew's wedding) and has a pet squirrel to comfort him in times of need; in Stagecoach (for which he won an Oscar!), he is a delightfully rough-and-tumble alcoholic who comes through for his fellow stagecoach passengers when they need him; in Pocketful of Miracles, he is a charming old-timer pool hustler who will rob you blind while reciting Shakespeare to you; I have not seen The Black Swan but he seems to have played some sort of pirate-y sidekick. Everywhere you look, this man was scrungling! (Also fun fact: he was the first actor to win competitive acting awards at the Oscars, Tonys, and Emmys, aka the Triple Crown of Acting!)

Harpo Marx (Night at the Opera, Night in Casablanca, Duck Soup)—While Groucho is better-known, Harpo's physical comedy is SECOND-TO-NONE. The man is a strange mime trapped in the paradigm of early 20th century movies. Every move is a symphony and simultaneously a colony of rats in a human skin suit. LISTEN. You MUST see this man in motion. Every still photo of him looks like a combination of a sad clown and a different, sadder clown, but it's only because he put so much joy in every motion.

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Thomas Mitchell:

One of those job'bing character actors who turn up in a lot of movies in bit parts. He is a very good actor, with a lot of pathos—you probably know him as the uncle from It's a Wonderful Life, or Jean Arthur's newspaper friend from Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. A salt of the earth type who brings gravitas and pathos to every part. He scrungles gorgeously.

He was the first male actor to win the Triple Crown (Oscar, Emmy, and Tony). His Oscar win was for his exceptionally scrungly performance in Stagecoach (1939) clip linked.

Basically, even the Academy agreed this man was scrungly and decided to give him an award for it!

Harpo Marx:

He's like if a clown was a hobo was also somehow a classically trained harpist, his face is always in some kind of contorted silly shape, feral curly haired ninnymuggins always doing weird things to people

Harpo is mute in all of the Marx Bros movies and so his body language and facial expressions are SO over the top but he's also got fewer braincells than a goldfish while often being the emotional heart of the Marx Bros and he's just A Guy!!

Every scene with Harpo Marx is a treat! Just like watching a seagull steal a stranger's hotdog at the beach, it is a joy to watch him frustrate the hell out of all the other films' characters! Harpo Marx is the zenith of unhinged in all of his appearances, making any other funny man a straight man by comparison. (A fantastic feat considering he starred in films with his brothers Grouch and Harpo, who sported a shoe polish mustache and questionable Italian accent, respectively). The scrungliness of the little guys he plays come from his guileless, wide-eyed expression, curly blond wig, and the extreme ability to annoy others, despite never saying a word. Is he malicious? Most definitely, but hard to tell because he has a dopey grin on his face most of the time. Communicating through other sounds like honking horns and whistling, he is a force of chaos in every Marx brothers film! Also an accomplished harp player, the beautiful calm moments where Harpo plays juxtapose the zany, making him all the more scrungly. His visual style of comedy is timeless; Duck Soup had me rolling with laughter as a six year old and is still just as funny today.

In my opinion Harpo is the funniest of the Marx brothers because he is so good at slapstick comedy. Since he never speaks in his film appearances his performances are very physical, which contributes a lot to his scrungliness. He was fully committed to being wacky at all times. All of his hilarity is based on him being weird.

He's just a weird little guy who causes chaos everywhere he goes, and then sits down and plays a beautiful harp solo! He steals the show from his very chatty brothers without saying a word, and was surprisingly ripped under that old raincoat

All of the Marx Brothers are Scrungly to a degree, but Harpo is the scrungliest! His outfits are so big he gets lost in them, his pockets are full of everything, and because he never speaks, he always uses physical comedy. Also he's an incredible musician.

[raihann1]

just saw your Halloween post and decided on something very silly also yes, fuck the calendar.

So maybe we can have a Jason, candypop, and laughing jack (together) with a s/o and going candy shopping?

🍭𓈒⟡HALLOWEEN SERIES: GOING CANDY SHOPPING WITH L/J, CANDYPOP AND JASON✶.˚⟡˖

Prompt: 13

Characters: Candypop, Laughing Jack, Jason the Toymaker. Am not very familiar with candypop or Jason so I tried my best!

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"When will we be there Y/N?" Jason said annoyed as he grimaced at the two "clowns" behind him.

"I don't know!? It says we have to turn right?.." They said eyeing their google maps suspiciously, how hard can finding a Target be?!

"FUCK YOU!" Laughing jack said glaring at Candypop.

"Okay."

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"What?..what did I say guys?" Candypop said raising their eyebrows.

"Hm, seems you can't even tell how stupid you really are." Jason said sighing as he adjusted his hair.

"Says the guy who makes toys." Says Laughing jack.

"Says the kid toucher." Jason said.

....

"Okay can we like, shut up? I really want that damn candy."

"Canabolism." You said

"What?"

"Nuthin."

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"FINALLY!" you said stopping the car.

"So how many people did we run over?" Laughing jack said smiling.

"Uh I counted like 4 mailboxes maybe a squirrel." Candypop said proudly.

"Wow congratulations you can count!" Jason said sarcastically.

"so whats on the list Y/N?"

"Uh, just 3 bags of assorted candies." Y/n said reading off their phone.

"Ew, factory candy." Jason said sneering.

"All candy is made from a factory!" Candypop said smirking.

"Even you?" Laughing jack said.

"Haha, so funny am shaking in my boots." Candypop said narrowing their eyes.

"Your not even wearing boots."

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"Hey cool costumes!" A tiny child said.

"Can I." Laughing jack said tilting his head.

"No." Y/n said pushing the cart into the building.

"I just realized, we look like we just escaped a crazy circus." Candypop said staring at the people.

"Just. Just get the damn candy!" Y/n said annoyed.

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"Okay did we ge-"

"What?"

"Jason, those are not edible those are erasers."

"No wonder theres only 3.."

"I got it!" Laughing Jack took 2 large bags out of his shopping cart, assorted candies.. good.

"Cleanup on aisle 4" a womans voice said.

"Wheres candypop?" Y/n said raising an eyebrow.

"Cleanup on aisle 5"

"Cleanup on aisle 7"

"Hey guys! I got candy!" Candypop said running out the door.

"Uh.. so did any of you bring money or?"

"No."

"I guess.. we run?"

"Yeah no shit!"

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Hope you liked it!

Request always open!

[mizzyislost]

just some observations about the different kinds of slugcat designs/drawings ive seen

where do you fall on the scale of scug??

(ID under cut, if you cant read my handwriting-)

[ ID: A chart depicting different variations of slugcat designs. the title reads “the scale of slugs” with the subtitle “where do you fall on it???”. furthest left on the scale is a very simple slugcat, most similar to the in-game sprites, above the words “more slug than cat”. underneath it is a bullet point with the words “very shaped”. in the center is a slightly more detailed slugcat, reminiscent of a squirrel?? kind of??, above the words “true neutral”, with the bullet point “yeah that sure is a slugcat” on the far right, there is a even more detailed slugcat, much closer to an actual cat, aptly captioned “more slug than cat”, with the bullet point “very creature” along the bottom, there is a disclaimer that reads: “there are, of course, a million different styles and design choices that could not possibly be contained in this silly little chart. unfortunately, i cannot convey the complex intricacies of art with 3 simple blanket design types. sorry if your design isn't like ay of these :)”. End ID ]

first time writing an image descriptions whoops-

[squirreltastrophe]

@wormy-worm got the extremely strong and extremely sudden urge to draw your silly guy as a mad scientist today!!!!!!!! :3

Milo is always on the mind, he's a way of life for me at this point

don't. love this drawing but it's ok TuT. still relearning out how to draw digitally </333

OH ALSO bonus doodle :3

2am mad scientist cosplay is simply inevitable when your mom has a fully stocked lab in the house

[jujuscrolled]

disney!jjk men x gn!reader (as always if i slip up pls lmk<3) Ft. toji, choso, sukuna and kento !!

a/n: just something that spawned because I was thinking abt Choso as tarzan … yum

Toji as Robert Philip

“What the fuck? Did you just summon that bird?”

“No, silly - summoning is for witches! I called the bird so it can deliver your flowers.” You chirped, grinning far too happily at him for his liking as you watched the bird fly away with the bouquet of flowers you’d “bought”.

(The guy selling them had given you a 100% discount because he’d overheard Toji refused to buy them and told you that you “deserved better”)

“How’re they supposed to know where she lives, idiot?” Toji scoffed but before you could reply his phone buzzed with a text message

From: Name

- Toji!! Thank you for the flowers they’re gorgeous! See you at dinner tonight ;)

He stared at his phone incredulously. There was no way any of this was real. He had to be in some weird fucked up dream.

From the second you had came into his life two days ago, you’d been pulling weird stunts. First there was the whole finding you situation. You had jumped, or rather spawned, right in front of his car. If he hadn’t been arguing with Megumi you would have been… Well, not here anymore, to put it nicely.

“What the hell!” He had yelled as he slammed on his breaks. You only looked at him in confusion, eyes moving down to his bumper that had pressed up against your leg.

When he got out of the car you had given him some crazy story about a faraway place with castles and princes and honestly Toji had just thought you were on drugs or something.

It had been Megumi that convinced him not to just leave you in the middle of the road, insisting that if your were in trouble the hospital would be a good place to go.

So, they did, and once the check up had been completed with all the drug tests coming back negative, Megumi insisted that they pay for your hotel - they had almost run you over… But Toji wasn’t about to spend money on a stranger so he offered to let you sleep in their living room. The doors had been locked tight that night, much to Megumi’s vexation. (He always had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night so it had been really inconvenient for him.)

Then when they’d woken up they’d found you using wild animals to help you clean his home….

“Oh, hey dad.” Megumi had said when he left his room that morning. He’d muttered a muffled greeting back to his son, eyes still half closed as he made his way to the kitchen only to be met with a herd of squirrels wiping down the kitchen table.

His head had snapped towards Megumi, wanting to get him out of the house in case the squirrels decided to attack only to find Megumi chilling in front of the television, a few birds and other wild creatures cleaning around him.

“Megumi… Don’t move…” He said, reaching for a spatula so he could swat the animals away. Before he could reach it his hand was smacked away by one of the squirrels before it threw the spatula into the sink before grabbing and handing him a clean one instead. Toji could only gape at the squirrel.

“Oh! You’re awake, how lovely! I really wanted to thank you for saving me last night with your metal horse so I gathered a few friends to help with the cleaning!” You grinned at him from the other side of the kitchen, feather duster in hand as birds flew past your head so they could use their feathers to dust the high spots you couldn’t reach.

Then there was this current situation now, with a flower delivery birds and your very public, very humiliating flash mob that you’d just triggered all because he had mentioned that he’d never felt the need to buy his girlfriend flowers - he had thought she didn’t like them because she had told him she didn’t. Not to mention he’d never even heard of the song you’d sang with the rest of the random people at this park but everyone else was quite on board with singing along. It was surreal watching you sing and dance along so freely with random people. The drug tests had to be wrong. There was no other explanation for what was happening to him.

You were a mystery and it truly had Toji befuddled - he’d never met anyone like you and honestly? Given the fact that Megumi had a Disney obsession a few months ago - your crazy story from when you’d first met kind of started making sense… But that couldn’t be right? There was no way you were royalty, you were far too… quirky… for that.

Looking up at you he saw that you were already skipping your way down the path, humming another presumably made up song as you went. The throbbing pain of a headache grew; he was sure he’d suffer an aneurysm soon.

“Hey, wait up! You don’t even know where you’re going.”

Choso as Tarzan

You rested your hand on the palm of your hand, elbow resting of the ledge of the window of the car you were riding in.

The scenery flew past you, only adding to your disillusionment - you were supposed to be on this roadtrip so you could explore the scenery and yet you hadn’t stopped at any major sightseeing spots.

“You look like you aren’t enjoying this.” Sukuna grumbled, patience already thin from when you’d asked him to stop at a gas station for a restroom break.

“Hard to enjoy when you refuse to stop anywhere.”

“I just stopped at that gas station did I not? Did you see all the coffee options they had? They even had a make your own breakfast sandwich - not my fault you didn’t want one.”

You deadpanned. It was strange to you how such a large, tattooed, grumpy man could also be so amazed at such things.

“Yes. I saw. That’s not what I meant by sightseeing, though - I meant the forests. We’ve passed four already.”

“Forest? Really?” He scoffed, clicking on his blinker and parking in the parking lot of a large park.

“Fine, go play. If you get caught by a rabid animal i’m not helping you.”

“Sukuna. This is a park.”

He turned to look over at the greenery before sighing. “There’s a forest behind this park.“ He explained, rubbing his temples in what you could only assume was annoyance - his usual reaction to anything you did.

“Are you luring me in so you can get rid of me or something?” You wouldn’t put it past him - though, you supposed you knew that he did actually care about you somewhat given that’d he’d been the only one to offer to accompany you on your grand adventure of Tokyo forests.

He’d said something about how your best friend, Suguru, was too much of a princess to be of any help during dangerous situations. Something you honestly couldn’t help but agree with - he would never step foot inside any forest that didn’t have a clear trail (unless you’d dared him - but you’d rather enjoy your adventure than worry about him getting hurt or anything.)

So that’s how you’d wound up with Sukuna as your driver and a long list of hidden forests that promised to show you wondrous sights.

The forest Sukuna had suggested was not one on your list, so you couldn’t help but wonder how the man knew about it.

“Please. You’d be no fun to hunt, brat.” You gaped at him - you supposed you never did look through his prior criminal record before allowing him to be your own personal chauffeur (and bodyguard) for the day.

“I’m jokin’, jeez. Can’t have fun around you.” He scoffed, turning off his car and opening his door.

“I was just gonna send you in alone but come on - it’s actually a nice forests full of all that weird shit you’re lookin’ for.” He said before getting out of the car and waiting for you at the park entrance that he’d parked by.

You sighed and joined him. People knew you were with him so if anything did happen - he wouldn’t get away with it.

So the two of you found yourselves strolling through a desolate forest, vines and dead branches pulling at your clothes and hair.

“How’d you even find this place?” You asked as you pulled off yet another stray vine that’d somehow wrapped itself around your arm.

Despite the overgrown greenery - the forest was actually decently lit, allowing the two of you to walk your way through easy enough.

“I didn’t join you just because Suguru would’ve been a shit bodyguard, you know?” He muttered, easily swerving through the forest.

You would’ve poked fun at him but you supposed you couldn’t be too surprised that he enjoyed being in nature - his house was full of cute potted plants and a little garden in his backyard filled with flowers you’d never even heard of.

“Well, thank you.” You murmured, glancing around at the scenery. It really was quite beautiful, and the path you’d taken was starting to clear up a bit.

“Careful around here there’s a le-“ Before Sukuna could finish his sentence you felt your foot lose balance as the floor you’d been stepping on had began to crumble under you causing you to trip and roll down a small cliff-like ridge. You had felt Sukuna grab for you but your body had tumbled down far too fast for him to reach you.

You landed at the bottom of the ridge with a loud oof, your breath leaving your lungs as you laid there.

“Nice.” You breathed out once you’d finally caught your breath. Despite the terrible ache in your body, you sat up, looking up from where you had fallen only to not even be able to see Sukuna anymore.

“Sukuna?!” You called, hoping your voice would carry through the forest.

“Y/n! Oh thank fuck I thought you died! There’s a roundabout nearby - stay where you are, brat!” He called down, though you were still unable to see him.

You huffed, dusting your hand off so you could rub the dirt off your face as you looked around.

You’d fallen into quite a large opening, leaves and shrubbery clearing a small path that led to what you had assumed was a running stream of water if the noice was anything to go by.

You couldn’t help the groan of pain as you stood up fully, hoping you weren’t going any further damage to your body by standing but you had to clean yourself off. Falling off a damn cliff was embarrassing enough - Sukuna finding you all dirty and scratched up would truly be the cherry on top.

Crouching down, you cupped the water into your hands before closing your eyes and washing your face. The water felt nice on all the scratches, cooling off the stinging quite a bit.

When you opened your eyes you couldn’t help the loud scream that left your lips as a man stared back at you from the other side of the small stream.

He tilted his head at you before jumping in the water and making his way toward you only serving in terrifying you further as you tried to get away.

With your legs not cooperating, you were only able to drag yourself backwards, palms of your hands scratching against the rough dirt and rocks under you.

The strange man caught up to you far too quickly, hands reaching for your wrists as you let out another scream.

Then, he pulled your hands up to his face, inspecting the wounds before frowning deeply.

“W-What’re you doing?!” You squealed as he picked you up and sat you by the streams edge.

“Blood.” Was all he muttered, before grabbing your wrists again and pulling you your hands back into the water.

You felt your lips part in shock as you stared at him.

Having been too scared and shocked by him earlier, you hadn’t fully looked at the man. He had fairly long black hair that had been left loose, a mark across the bridge of his nose and a pair of the prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen. As your eyes traveled farther down you realized that he hadn’t even been wearing a shirt, only a piece of fabric covering him up. Though with his strong thighs on display you’d hardly call it covering up.

You cleared your throat, looking away as a hot blush spread across your face.

“Still hurt?” He asked, causing you to look back at him before glancing down at your hands that he still held in his large palms.

“Uh- er, n-no, they’re fine. Thank you.” You replied, blinking at him as he observed you far too closely. His eyes squinted, face leaning closer to yours as he scanned your face that only warmed further at the proximity.

“Your face… Does it.. hurt?” He asked, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them gently while maneuvering your face to really look at it causing you to gasp quietly as your scratches begun to sting slightly under the pressure of his fingers.

“Oh! N-no, it’s fine really!!” With the way he had treated the scratches on your palm - you really weren’t looking for a free waterboarding trial.

He only furrowed his brows at you before releasing your face. “I think you lie.” He muttered. You only grinned sheepishly at him, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Thank you for… Uh, for helping me.” You said, glancing up at him from your lashes as he continued to stare at you curiously.

“Choso.” Was all he said causing you to arch a brow at him. Observing your confusion he paused and tilted his head - “My name. Choso.” He nodded to himself before pointing at you.

“Oh! Oh, my name is Y/n…”

“IsY/n.” He repeated causing you to hold back a laugh, “no, no, just Y/n. My name-“ you pointed at yourself, “Y/n.” You finished watching as his gaze followed your finger.

“Y/n.” He confirmed, getting close to your face again before reaching over to grab a strand of your hair, moving it away from your face only for it to fall back in place causing him to frown.

You smiled at him, body relaxing now that you realized he wasn’t a danger to you.

“Do you live here, Choso?” You asked quietly. He nodded, backing away from you before his eyes widened and his head turned towards where you’d come from.

“Y/n!” Sukuna called, “damnit! I told you to stay where you were!” He yelled causing you to tear your eyes away from Choso who had held a hand back towards you as if telling you not to move. You reached for his hand, curling your fingers around his calloused fingers causing him to turn back to you.

“It’s okay - he’s my friend.” You nodded. He still looked frightened though and stood up, grabbing your hand so he could pull you up with him.

“Be careful.” He said, squeezing your hand gently before darting back to where he had first approached you.

As you stared at the place where he’d disappeared to, you felt a hand grab your arm causing you to jump.

“Idiot, are you okay? What the hell are you looking at.” Sukuna grumbled, brows furrowed as he looked at you. With a final look back, you cleared your throat. “Sorry. I got dirty from the fall…” You replied, turning back to Sukuna who only rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go. I’m never taking you exploring again.” He huffed, leading you back towards the makeshift trail he’d come from.

You’d have to come back to this forest soon.

Sukuna as The Best

The fresh snow crunched beneath your feet as you took your daily walk with Sukuna leading as he usually did. Well, usually was a fairly new term seeing as you’d only recently started walking together. Or doing anything together for that matter.

Just a month ago you’d detested the man before you. The Beast. Though it really hadn’t been your intention to befriend the Beast, it was surprisingly easy to do so. He had changed from when you’d first met him.

He used to be mean; forcing you to have dinners with him (though really, you guessed he did let you out of that commitment fairly quickly when he realized you wouldn’t eat if he was around) and practically imprisoning you to your room during most of the day, speaking to you so loud and unforgiving like you’d personally offended him with your presence despite him having been the one to demand it.

Sure; you were there because you had taken your brother’s place but you’d do it again if it had meant your brother, whom you loved so dearly, wouldn’t have to go through what you went through. Though, would they have gotten along better than you and Sukuna did? You had been quite the martyr when you’d first gotten to the castle so you supposed of you had tried a kinder approach - like your brother would have - maybe this… Development that had happened would’ve come much sooner.

To be honest, you didn’t even realize when it had started happening. When your loathing had slowly turning into… Whatever this was.

Maybe it had been the entire library of books he had gifted you. A large variety in all languages that he’d even offered to translate for you.

“You know French?” You had asked as you ran a fiver over the spines of books you’d never heard of.

“I know a lot of things.” He muttered, eyes watching the way you gazed so lovingly at the books he’d collected over the years. Most of them spent in this figure he detested so. A curse he’d had bestowed upon him.

Though the more he had thought about it, especially as you came into his life, had it even really been a been a curse? Or had the witch just held a mirror up for him to look at?

“I could… Teach you… If you want. If I have time, I mean.” He could’ve face palmed - of course he had time. Too much of it. And the time he used actually doing things all involved you.

Instead of poking fun like he’d expected, your eyes had widened, lips parted in shock as you looked up at him.

“Really? You’d do that?” You’d asked, causing his heart to ache so beautifully. He cleared his throat, looking away from you - if you looked at him like that, he was sure he’d lay down his life for you if you asked.

Maybe it had been when you’d had your first dinner together - two weeks prior to the library gift, you’d heard a knock at your door.

“It’s open!” You’d called, eyes glancing back from where you’d stood on the balcony.

Uraume had entered, a small smile on their lips as they handed you a small note. “From the King. A formal request to dinner.” They’d said as you reached for the paper.

You had yet to have dinner or any meal with the Beast, still unsure of his intentions and unable to relax around his short temper. You feared that you’d say one wrong world and he’d blow a fuse. But recently he’d started actually having conversations with you. Ones about specific food preferences or activities you enjoyed so he could tell Uraume to incorporate them into the castle - “because you’ll be here for the rest of your life.” He had grumbled one day when you had shared your curiosity over the sudden interest in your preferences.

That night he had your favorite dish prepared, table set up beautifully as Uraume served the both of you your plates. Though it had been a dinner that lacked conversation, and he had started with slurping soup off his plate - he quickly adapted to your own proper way of eating once he realized that you were watching.

And, for some reason, it warmed your heart that he’d try to change his habits just to make you feel at ease. So you, despite the discomfort of being so improper, also slurped your soup a bit for him.

Or maybe it had happened two days ago on your newly incorporated daily walk where you had been feeding the birds. Sukuna walked ahead of you, hands full of birdseed as he grumbled about the birds never landing on him.

“Well, if you keep grumbling under your breath like that you’ll only scare them off.” You giggled, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking further. He looked down at you, eyes narrowing as you motioned for him to sit, but he listened despite his initial reluctance.

You placed some fresh birdseed in his palms before sitting down beside him, your own hands full of birdseed.

“Now, you just wait patiently and they’ll come.” You murmured, eyes glancing around to look for birds.

Sukuna followed your gaze. His patience, despite usually being spreading dangerously thin - always needing things done quickly and efficiently, as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye; he figured maybe a lifetime beside you wouldn’t feel so long.

Sure enough, the birds slowly started to appear, most going towards you but once your birdseed had run out they flocked him too - covering him completely as they ate the food from his palms, an adorable grin adorning his face.

You giggled beside him, finding the sight of such a large man sitting so patiently as the birds had their fill.

Still, as you looked up at Sukuna who was gazing curiously at the fresh snow around him, you realized that maybe staying in this castle wouldn’t be so bad. Not if he continued to show you who he was, who he had been long before this curse befell him.

Kento as Flynn Ryder.

Kento’s eyes opened slowly, then all at once as he remembered the last interaction he’d had.

Sure enough, you stood before him, the same stupid frying pan in your hand raised up as if you were prepared to hit him again.

He tried to move his hands to stop you or even just to raise them in surrender but they were tied behind his back with something far too strong for him to break out of. Which was strange considering that his life as a vigilante had prepared him for things like this.

Looking down at the rope he quickly realized it wasn’t even rope.

“Is this… Hair?” He asked, genuinely confused and kind of grossed out. Surely it couldn’t be? He thought as he followed the trail of thick tresses that led directly to you. His brows furrowed, moving within his confines once more only for you to scoff.

“There’s no point in struggling. You won’t be able to get out.” You explained, bracing your weapon tighter as you looked at him.

Kento could only deadpan. This had to be karma for all his past deeds. If he got out of this, and he was sure he would, he would give up his life of crime. (Maybe…)

“Okay… Well, what’s it gonna take for me to be released then?” He asked, arching a brow at you as you scowled at him.

“That depends. Why are you here? Is it my hair that you’re after? Because you won’t get it! I won’t let you.” You hissed, eyes narrowing. Kento’s confusion only grew, only now it was accompanied by annoyance.

“No offense- your hair is lovely and all, but the only thing I want from is it to get out of it… Literally.” He huffed, wiggling once more but it was truly no use - what the hell did you eat to get it so thick and long. It had to be at least 40 feet or something…

“It’s seventy feet actually and… You… don’t want my hair?” You asked, causing him to look back up at you - he hadn’t even realized he had said that aloud but now that he looked at your hair; seeing the way it coiled around furniture and in the ceiling beams he supposed it did have to be more around 70 feet.

“Why would I want your hair?” He sighed, looking back at you as you lowered your frying pan.

“Well… Actually, never mind that, why are you here then if not for my hair?” You questioned.

Kento only shrugged, “I was being chased by a palace horse. Well, he’s more like my number one enemy honestly… Who would’ve thought horses could be so unforgiving? Anyway, I just happened to stumble across this tower - it was easy to climb and that’s why I did so.” He explained, eyes glancing around for the satchel that contained his current prized possession.

“If you’re looking for your purse, I hid it. And without me you’ll never find it.” You muttered causing him to look back up at you before sighing. He’d already caught sight of it before you’d spoken.

“If I find it without your help will you release me?” He asked, hoping to swindle you out of this too.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not stupid. I know you’re only asking that because you think you found it.”

He shrugged, “maybe, maybe not - you gonna make the deal or not? I really don’t have time for your games.”

“The only deal I’ll be agreeing to is this; you take me to see the lights in the sky and I’ll return your purse.”

“It’s a satchel.”

“Okay, your satchel-purse.” He groaned, leaning his head back.

“What lights?” He asked. Your eyes lit up as you ran to a lever by one of your windows, when you pulled on it the windows closed and the ceiling opened slightly illuminating a large painting on your wall.

Lanterns had lit up the night sky you’d drawn, floating down and past the castle the two of you currently resided within. In the balcony of that tower - you had been drawn onto, staring up at the night sky adorned with floating lanterns. If the situation he was in hadn’t been so ridiculous he would’ve praised your art work.

“Oh, you mean the lanterns?” He asked, watching as your eyes lit up as his words. You quickly made your way over to him, hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you tilted his chair back so he would look at you.

“They’re called lanterns? I knew they weren’t stars! Wow, that’s so amazing! Will you take me to them? I promise that once I see them your pu- your satchel will be returned to you!” You squealed causing him to flinch slightly.

“Uhm… You sure you want to cut a deal with me? You don’t even know me. It’ll be a three days trip minimum.” He said, eyeing you closely. You only shrugged, “I trust you.”

“Horrible decision, really. I mean, we just met. I don’t even know your name?”

“I’m Y/n, you’re Nanami - there! Now we know each other. Do we have a deal?”

“How do you know my name?” He asked suspiciously. You rolled your eyes, “you had a wanted poster in your satchel - a bit conceited don’t you think?”

“And you’re a bit dumb for trusting a criminal don’t you think?”

You only shrugged, “like I said, I have the upper hand here. Your choice to agree or not. Though I really recommend agreeing.”

For some reason, as Kento watched your eyes brighten and your lips curl into an adorably excitable smile, he couldn’t help but consider cutting a deal with you.

He was going back towards that way anyway… And if he sold the crown he’d stolen; his dream of living a calm life would be fulfilled as well…

“Fine. It’s a deal.” He agreed, letting out a yell as you squealed and released your grasp on him causing him to fall backwards.

“Oops!”

[specificpollsaboutbooks]

Fiction Works with Footnotes

Round 1

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell :

The best book I've ever read with no sequel. Read at your own risk, it is an immaculate novel that will probably never get a follow up. The worldbuilding is some of the finest I've read.

The book is filled with footnotes mimicking academic citations and references to innumerable fake books that really make it feel there is a much wider world out there and the book is only centering on this one period of time

So the book is an in universe academic account and the footnotes are basically the watsonian author being salty about historical figures. like what more could you want in a footnote. In terms of the book as a whole, its villain was the inspiration for michael shelley of magnus archives fame so something must've been done right

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Beats Up the Marvel Universe :

A published graphic novel with footnotes at the bottom of each page like a webcomic. Very silly and fun. I <3 Squirrel Girl

[xxkiller-muffinxx]

Eye to Eye

Pt 1

The encounter

1714 words

Alright chat let’s do this,

I had one semi completed one but then I needed cute dividers so it deleted itself

Also creds to @sister-lucifer for the dividers.

I know I know I know, it’s pretty crazy right? Another bill cipher’s daughter fic, not surprising. However it’s bill ford and it’s silly.

This godforsaken fanfiction was helped by my friend and for legal reasons alibi @dandelion-tea7 so yeah. With all the love I can muster thank you.

Also, side note yes this is a test run for my last post :3

Anyways let’s get to the bit

Stanford was never one to want children.

In fact the very idea perturbed him to an acceeded extent. Children of his running around his lab and ruining the space with glitter and or snot, it was revolting to say the least. His great niece and nephew were enough children. Particularly with what’s been going on for the past 30 years, Him getting trapped in the portal and leaving his child to be raised by…

Stanley.

That was the worst punishment of all in his opinion.

However, children are good for a few things: Memories, smiles, and laughter, sure the occasional adorableness but his children would probably be too focused on school work to be “cute.” He’d be sure of it. He didn’t want kids though, never has never will.

Yet here he was, discussing it with 14 year old Mabel Pines.

“Awe! Why not?! Kids are adorable, sweet, and adorable!” Mabel’s high pitched voice squealed at him, causing Ford’s ears to hum uncomfortably.

Stanford rolled his eyes at her young charm. He always thought she burned brighter as a star. “Mabel, i work too much to give children the time of day, for god's sakes I barely see you two!” He cut up some carrots to put in a soup he’s working on. He’s very proud of himself.

Dipped groaned softly covering his ears. Poor puberty was eating that boy away faster than termites in a food littered apartment. “Mabel, can you stop talking about Grunkle ford having kids? Besides, he's too old!”

“Precisely, Dipper, my boy!”

Mabel pouted, pulling her knees up to her chest while looking over at Dipper. “So? What if college was an exciting ti-“

Dipper let out a high pitched wail. Silencing Mabel almost immediately. Stanford laughed heartily, a part of him enjoying the banter despite how improbable the conversation was. College? Exciting? Hardly. Learning about the the brain's response to psychological torture was quite invigorating, however.

A familiar voice piped up. “Oh no, are we talking about Sixer’s love life again?” Stanley walked in holding a blender. He seemed oddly cheerful today, his eyes sparkling with the same mischief he had as a child.

Ford turned to him curiously. His eyes glancing at the blender, old torn up pieces of plastic in the bowl connected, Stanford looked back up at Ford. “Why?”

“Why not?”

“But why?”

“Why not?”

“Stanley.” Stanford groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose while Stanley softly chortled. Mabel gasped, jogging over to interrogate him.*

Mabel grabbed onto the side of the counter pulling herself higher to look at the old blender. “Is that going to be the blender squirrel?!” Mabel shrieked, reaching for it, Stanley pulled away.

Dipper raised a questioning brow. “Blender…squirrel?”

Stanley rolled his eyes in offense, was Dipper, Little Dipper really judging him? “Alright, yeah, Squirrel blender, it was Mabel’s idea. I mean I don’t know it’ll be fun to see someone try to understand how it works.” Stanley looked at it, fixing all the gross chipped pieces.

Dipped sighed, he’d never understand his Sister and His Grunkle’s brains when they’re choosing such weird ways to bond. He didn’t mind it though. “Sure, a squirrel blender will be great!” He dripped with sarcasm.

Stanford fixed his glasses before turning to Stanley. “Stanley, come try this.” He lifted a spoon of carrot soup to his mouth. Stanley would always speak his mind, so he continued to count on it.

The moment Stanley smelled it he dropped it to the ground. Ford’s face falls flat. Stanley sputters for a few moments before coughing and grimacing. “You trying to poison me Sixer?!”

“It’s just carrot soup-“

“It’s rabbit shi-“

“Woah!” Dipper suddenly jumped out of his chair as he saw something outside. “I saw something!” Dipper got out of his chair while Mabel gasped “what?! I wanna see!” She quickly followed. Stanley sighed as the kids ran out. Turning to Ford. “Not it.”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “Are you a child.” Ford said with a soft affectionate laugh. Stanley pouts a finger on his nose.

“Nose goes.”

“I hate you.

-~-~-~-~-~

The forest air was warm and cozy like a blanket on the warm bed with its holder squished between. Ford sighed happily at the familiarity of it all. For the first time since he actually came home, he felt at home.

Dipper wrote in his own journal, walking only but a few feet ahead. Mabel very happily skipped along. So far ahead seemed like pleasant searching for the creature that caught Dipper’s eye.

Dipper seemed a bit stiff so Ford placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” He’d ask voice full of care and warmth.

Dipper glanced up at his grunkle Ford. With a hint of familiar admiration to the older male. “Hm? Oh…uh…yeah.” he coughed softly. He wrote things quickly in his journal. As if trying to fill it with every last thing he thought.

Ford raised an eyebrow at this and sighed “Dipper you may be a fast thinker, but it helps if the ideas were clearer and more concise. Try slowing down and enjoying the moment?” Ford said with a soft smile on his face.

Despite the urge to keep writing, Dipper reluctantly put the journal down. “Youre right Grunkle Ford…” Dipper muttered earning an elbow in the side from his twin. He looked at her and elbowed back. Soon they were play fighting all over again.

The humor in their sibling rivalry caused Ford to let out a laugh. “Alright- alright that's-” A twig snaps behind them.

Ford spins around gun already ready to be pulled. Dipper and Mabel stare for a moment in the same direction. Ford looks down to see if there's any sign of life. There's a torn piece of fabric on a tree. The old man approaches it.

“Strange.” He mutters. Grabbing the fabric and rubbing it between his fingers. A leaf falls in front of him, followed by soft tree rustling. He waves the kids back further, looking up.

“…hello? Who's there? I know you're up there!” he shouts in a stern voice. Causing even Dipper to flinch. Mabel looks up gasping softly.

She runs to the tree earning a yelp from her brother. “Mabel wait-” he reaches for her arm but falls flat on his face instead. Ford looks down at Mabel, a minor glare for having disobeyed him. “Its a girl!” Mabel points. “Its a teenage girl!”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “How do you-”

“Just look!” Mabel grabbed a stick, climbing on top of Ford’s shoulders really quickly (his back would regret that later.) she poked whoever was in the tree.

There's a soft “ow” from in the tree.

Ford’s eyes widen taking the stick from Mabel. “Come out.” he said a little softer as to not startle her. The girl, fed up, grabbed the stick and threw it away. “Come on, you have to come down at some point.”

Stanford had to surpress an eyeroll at the quiet “Nuh uh.” from the tree.

“Yuh huh, now get down!” there was a tearing sound from the tree. “Or gravity will force you.” The girl struggled to hold herself up.

“Well I guess that's why everyone calls this place gravity fa-” The twig gives way under her, sending her crashing to the ground, it would be devastating if only shed actually hit the ground.

Mabel watched in awe as the girl hovered in the air. “WOAH!” She exclaimed before Dipper pulled her away. Ford furrowed his large brows stepping closer. “Fascinating…”

The mystery girl opened her eyes looking up at Ford. His eyes widened the moment he saw it. Not two, but three eyes on her face, one of the in the dead center of her forehead that glistened an uncomfortably familiar yellow.

Ford glared slightly. “Who are you.” The girl flinched, finally succumbing to gravity’s tricks and crashing down into the mud. She groaned in pain putting up her hands.

She closed her third eye. “Hey listen, I didn't mean any harm…i just-” She frowned looking away, as if thinking. “Which twin are you?” She asked the man standing over her.

“Which twin?” Ford tilted his head to the side, glaring even harder. “Whats your name first.”

The girl seemed to curse softly. “…uh…(Y/N)…”

“Where are your parents.” He steps closer slowly. His imposing figure getting more and more intimidating as he grew near.

(Y/N) frowned standing up and dusting herself off while backing up. “Well that's actually funny you say that! Because they are-” she was cut off by a tree hitting her back.

“Answer me.” Ford said with a soft huff. He's fed up with lies. He's worried this girl is somehow related to demon they killed two years ago. That yellow eye all two familiar.

They were up close when the girl finally decided to speak, “Stanford right? Well uh-” She flinched when he raised an eyebrow, she knew she probably shouldn't have said his name when she seems to be a stranger.

Theirs a silence that passes, followed by a gulp from the girl. “…if you're Stanford pines…then…Oh jeez this is weird-” She squeezes her hands together. “…im Bill cipher’s kid-”

There it is, he's never whipped out his gun so fast. The girl shrieked “WAIT WAIT WAIT!”

“WHY SHOULD I WAIT WHEN YOURD THE VERY THING IVE WORKED YEARS TO DESTROY!” Ford yelled back looking back at the kids. “Kids close your eyes this is gonna get messy.”

“NO WAIT IM HALF HUMAN!” (Y/N) screamed bloody murder putting her hands up. Ford lowered the gun while the kids tilted her head.

Dipper stepped closer “half human? Like Bill-” Mabel stepped up to interrupt him. “How is that possible? Does he even have-” Ford put his hand up to silence them.

“What do you mean? You're half human? Who's your other parent?” He asks pushing the gun into her neck. She gagged softly grabbing the barrel. Tears pricked her eyes.

“You?”

Ford’s world shattered in that moment, silence broke out and a million questions flew through his head. He'd never danced Bill’s devil’s tango. Nor has the thought passes. So how could this happen? What in the world was going on?

He didn't know, but he was determined to find out.

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My Corazon HC's!! pt.3 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ft. Law as a kid!!

For Halloween, when Law was a child, Corazon dressed as Bee and Law dressed as Puppycat.

I saw an IG short on this, but kid Law and Corazon would watch Ice Age together.

A silly scene would come up, like this:

And Corazon would die laughing while Law would sit there cold and emotionless.

"Hahahaha Law!! Did you see that? The lil' squirrel was just (wheeze) and then (wheeze) hahaha!! :D"

"..."

"Hahaha :))!!"

One of Corazon 's biggest fears is tiny animals. Hamsters especially. He finds them adorable, though, and loves looking at pictures of them.

Corazon snores in his sleep. It sounds like bunnies honking out of happiness. Like this.

If Corazon is dating you, his smile and silly faces and noises will cheer you up.

He loves KAWS.

His phone screen is cracked.

He has a Kermit the Frog plushie.

If you pretend to air punch him, he will jerk his head back and go,

"Ouch!"

He really wanted to go to the Grand Canyon, but he couldn't afford it. Law found out about it and did one of those GoFundMe things. Corazon found out about it and made him take it down, but was very touched by it.

He LOVES The Muppets Movie and Enchanted.

His favorite Drake & Josh episode is the one where they ran over Oprah.

His favorite Victorious characters are Cat and Robbie.

He has a binder with PVC free plastic sleeves with all of Law's drawings. He looks at it when he's feeling down. It doesn't totally cheer him up, but it helps quite a bit.

He doesn't really play videogames, but he likes watching Law play them. He will do Mario Party, Wii Music etc., and things like Angry Birds.

He's really good at Clash of Clans for some reason (yes, he still plays it).

But, his favorite mobile game is one called Deemo. He showed it to Law one time, but wasn't sure if he was ever interested in it.

Maybe one day...