#t: ooc

[blanc-ci]

Puts them all in a box together and shakes them around

[pigeonstab]

@somegrumpynerd :3c Cross getting his first toy ever

I think it's the kind of thing he brings everywhere cuz it's his comfort item.. and he's never had a comfort item before

[icyhottodo]

[9:51 pm] ━ ITOSHI SAE

wc: 200> | genre: fluff

“sae…”

kiss

“can you…”

kiss

“stop…”

kiss

“kissing me,” you say exasperated, gaining another kiss from your dark blush-haired boyfriend. sae has been repeatedly kissing you on the lips for the past hour, what caused this was you buying a new chapstick that tasted good, at least according to sae.

“i'm home,” sae announces, after opening the door to your shared apartment. his smile lightens up when you come rounding the corner to greet him, kissing sae on the lips.

the man widens his teal-colored eyes. there was just something different about you, was it a haircut? no, it can’t be, you never told him if you ever wanted to change your hair. new clothing? no, you were just wearing his hoodie like usual. then it hit him, you got a new chapstick and he loves the flavor of it.

sae immediately drops the bags he was holding earlier to cup your face with both of his hands, pecking your lips every five seconds or so. so you two have been sitting there on the couch in the living room the past thirty minutes, being too preoccupied to do anything because of sae.

“’m sorry, mi amor. your lips just taste too good.”

[l00kingatthem00n]

━━ KEEP FALLING IN LOVE.

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence [i also used a lot of crude metaphors], lmk if there's anything else.

love language headcanons with subspace and hyperlaser.

SUBSPACE.

giving.

PHYSICAL TOUCH: - Even without the pretext of romance, Subspace is casual about skinship. By himself, as Blackrock's most infamous scientist, it's not comforting that someone so twisted and rotted would so casually sling an arm around another. It's unsettling. To know that someone so highly regarded and so highly feared asserts themselves so closely, acts so intimately despite the blood that so proudly soaks their hands. It's uneasy. It's terrifying. It's dangerous.

- To you, however, it is anything but. It is tender. It is reassuring. It is secure. He calls you "his" to affirm that he dares not crush you beneath his heel like he does all the rest. You may have to thoroughly remind him, but he'll understand if you're not savvy about his physical affections. If not for the general discomfort of lingering so close to someone whose very presence is poisoning, then it'd be for all other reasons, such as personal space or boundaries. Swords, he can understand. He remembers those lowly colleagues of his trying to get him to cozy up to them.

- Though if you are completely fine with his means of love, it's almost as if you've given him the opportunity to be close to you in ways you couldn’t fathom. You’ve given him the chance to be beneath your skin and bone, laying near the fragility of your heart as a sign of love. In other words, he's all over you. Maybe to a bothersome degree. Those casual affections only become sickeningly sweet when he's around you. After all, you are just about everything to him. Other than his devotion to Blackrock and its progress.

- But, again, his hands will seldom be away from you. An arm will lazily but securely drape around your waist, occasionally squeezing your sides to remind you of his presence. An unexpected embrace and he'll bury his head into the crevice where neck and shoulder meet. And if you'd let him, he'll kiss you as much as you please. His lips will find whatever skin that they can reach, softly nipping and kissing as he were revering you like he reveres himself. There's so much that Subspace does and would do to have you; All of you.

receiving.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION - The Head of the Robotics Division, Blackrock's greatest scientist, there are a multitude of titles and names that revere Subspace for his absolute brilliance and talent. However, whatever sweet praise they may have for him, it is utterly nothing when he hears your honeyed words upon his ears.

- If it wasn't apparent, you're what matters most to him other than the success of Blackrock. How others perceive him means nothing, whether they fear him or respect him; as long as you love him, then all other beliefs are practically worthless. After all, what does it matter if his exasperating colleagues tell him that he's a genius? He has you. Those words mean infinitely more when you briefly and blissfully kiss his cheek, praising him for his endless erudition.

- Though for your sake, it'd be wise not to mention that near-feverish flushing of his cheeks. It'd also be wise not to mention the near-worrying dilation and shaking of his pupils. Lastly, it'd be best not to mention the faint tremors of his body. Somehow, someway, a cruel and cunning scientist like him acts like a skittering student whose crush had just complimented them.

- If you do end up mentioning his dopey bashfulness, then expect for Subspace to impulsively chastise you. He's an inphernal with a reputation to uphold. And as much as he'll try to dull his usually sharp words, he'll slip to his old habits when it comes to being vulnerable with you. Of course, he'll apologize in his own way.

- Eventually. ^^'

GIFTS: - For his most illustrious position at Blackrock, there are many luxuries that are easily accessible to him. The finest and comfiest clothes can be tailored at a moment's notice if he should ask, the most decadent meals can be made if he ever wanted them, and the most expensive gifts or commodities can be bought without even worrying about the numbers. Subspace follows such sentiments and practices as a reminder of what his brilliance has brought for him.

- By that logic, it wouldn't be wrong to assume that Subspace would only want gifts that satisfied his standards. He wants the most beneficial tools, the most opulent clothes, everything else of the sort. Yet, truthfully, Subspace adores whatever gifts you have to offer him. From costly presents to hand-made goods, Subspace cherishes each one- Not that he'd ever openly express such sentiments.

- You believed your first gift to him would be met with reluctance. Maybe he'd politely smile at you for your extravagant present before casting it aside somewhere where no one and not even himself could find it. However, to your surprise, he had gazed at it with a fondness that, at the time, you didn't know he was capable of. And later on, you'd find it proudly displayed on his desk. An almost entire spot dedicated to your craftsmanship.

- Subspace wouldn't have told you, at least not yet, that he always holds and looks over whatever gifts you give to him. Sometimes, it's to pass the bleak time in his laboratory or office. Other times, it's to remind himself of the love that you so eagerly give to him. No matter what, whether you consider them "half-assed" or "gaudy," he looks at each gift completely mesmerized.

HYPERLASER.

giving.

ACTS OF SERVICE: - Some part of him used to be ashamed that he doesn't love as extravagantly and grandiosely as others. Unlike other inphernals, who could so easily embrace or cherish their partners with ease, Hyperlaser almost acts as if you're a complete stranger to him despite your being your lover.

- Too many times, he's "messed" everything up. He tries to offer you sweet praise, but his words are choppy and mumbled. They're curt and blunt, almost as if he's referring to you like a colleague rather than a partner. Then, he tries to offer you his physical affection, and they're clumsy too. It's either he handles you stiffly, like he's never held anyone in his life, That, or he handles you roughly, like he would anyone in a phight. You reassure him that there's no need to apologize for his inexperience, but he feels the guilt in his gut every time.

- Hyperlaser tries to make up for his awkwardness by making your day-to-day life less stressful. It'll be simple things. Maybe he's just opening and holding the door for you as often as he can. Maybe he's accompanying you on your errands. Or maybe he's smoothing the creases in your outfit. It's simple stuff he hopes you'll think is sweet; It's simple stuff he thinks you'll like.

- Over time, they're less and less simple, but he still believes his involvement in otherwise "insignificant" chores is nothing. He'll insist on cooking for you, whether that be in the rising dawn or the latest nights; It's a tender notion. Sometimes, you'll come home to the procrastinated pile of laundry done and neatly folded on your bed, courtesy of Hyperlaser. And when he feels his safest with you, he'll occasionally join you in the shower to do something like wash your hair for you.

- It is everything to you. It is everything that Hyperlaser is so persistently by your side. If not because of what he does to help you, then it's because he listens to each word of yours. He hangs onto each fleeting thought, complaint and comment of yours. He carries them onto the day in the hopes to make everything easier for you. It takes Hyperlaser time to realize that he has always been tender, soft, and loving the way that he believed fit. And so, through all of this, he learns that he doesn't need to change anything about himself or how he loves; He already loves as extravagantly and as grandiosely as he's seen.

receiving.

PHYSICAL TOUCH: - It's foreign to him. He's to used to being met with the violence and cruelty of skin ship, returning it with the same sentiments. Hyperlaser has known cracked ribs, swelling bruises, stinging cuts, and debris lodged in his limbs that he almost is unsure of what to do when its anything but. He nearly retreats from each gentle and innocent touch you offer him.

- It was bad the first time. You had unexpectedly touched his shoulder from behind, and so, he reflexively had spun his heel and nearly swung at you. Forgive him. So much of his younger days were spent on learning drill commands, firing through a sniper rifle, and learning how to kill. Hyperlaser had felt so guilty when he realized what he could've done. Spent an entire week trying to make it up to you despite your reassurances that "It was fine!" and that "It was an accident!"

- It takes time; Everything takes time. Hyperlaser allows himself the vulnerability that is letting his rigid guard down, if just with you. Only then, does Hyperlasser realize that he wholly adores your touch. He loves you. He loves to feel you. He loves to have you feel him. It's safe and secure to him, something that is so fleeting to him sometimes with his life as Blackrock Mercenary.

- Nevertheless, he greedily accepts whatever affection you lavish him with even if he does not openly express such. So lean against him, rest your head on his shoulder or on his helmet and trust him as he does to you. So hold his hand, intertwine your fingers with his own calloused ones. And most importantly, take off his helmet and take his scarred visage in your hands. Whisper your honeyed nothings and handle him like he is not the hardened mercenary he has become. Tell him, through your touch, that he is everything to you as you are to him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi! yes i am writing out the requests, don't worry. i'm mainly posting this so i can get a feel for how i want to format my writing posts and i wrote this a long time ago...so with some revisions, here we go!! but yes, i am churning out requests :]

[x-malitae-x]

[She smiles at the sound of coloring, shading in her own drawing]

( @comm-services )

[rick-t-4013]

@palerick ♥ Happy birthday, my angel♥

[the-red-planet-mars]

Keep it in the gaming world- NOT HERE!

[stray-tim]

*gives you @cassie--cain **

Have fun timmy

Uhh???

Hi Cass???

What???

(๑ ࡇ ๑)

[be-gentle-with-littluns-2]

ych thing!!! if you send in a ref, you too can be in the party in my tummy

first guest has already arrived :3

[sting-raes]

my Elliott Enjoyer(tm) red flag is anyone who purposefully misspells his name

[altarfates]

I’m gonna yap in the tags rq

[officialbruciewayne]

The thing that was the most expensive in Bruce's life, that had cost him the most dearly was control. He needed it. Needed it worse than breathing- each exhale cutting sharper - needed it like it could pull apart the strands of a life. It was the cost of staring at Joe Chill's dead body. It was the cost of disappearing from Gotham overnight. It was the cost he had impressed most on his children.

What we feel in here- Bruce's heart was a bat trapped in a cage, shrieking and flashing wings, fast-paced -he touched a hand over his chest. What we feel in here, we don't take out into Gotham. We don't give it to other people. We don't hurt. If we hurt, we don't, we don't.

Selina was leaving. He'd asked her to go. He'd told her he didn't love her. Couldn't love her. Not the way she wanted. Not the way he wanted.

Another failed relationship, Bruce concluded. Something the children would come to their own conclusion when they saw that he'd left her crying alone in the drawing room. But for now, he'd shelter them as best he could from Bruce's latest pearl in a necklace of mistakes.

He wasn't exactly the picture of mental health; and deep pain came out heavy, blunted and wishing it had a gun to shoot out Joseph Chill's brains. That was the monster not allowed in Gotham. And it was not allowed in the Cave, and certainly not around his children.

Breathing too fast, shoulders rising and falling, Bruce locked himself in his room. And then because that would never keep them out, shouldered his wardrobe- a heavy, old, expensive thing -until it was in front of the door. He couldn't put the security shields down on the windows without signalling the cave, but he could lock and secure them with one of Tim's expanding bo staffs.

That might keep the kids from worrying.

Or at least from getting in.

Long enough for Bruce to suddenly, control ripping out between his teeth with a roar of grief, lunge for the nearest object- a mirror over the desk. He picked it up, ribs singing with sore pain, and threw it across his room.

Alone.

Alone. Alley.

There was no method to it. Nothing meticulous. Just taking apart the room piece by piece, snarling and sobbing and keening.

Alone. Blood. He'd done everything- done anything- except be honest. Admit to being broken- wood splinters jammed in the heel of his hand, and he snarled aloud. Taking only a moment to bite them out with his teeth, before resuming the brutish, unexamined punching of his own things.

Wanted to exhaust himself. Wanted to curl up in the wreckage, panting and coated in sweat, no longer needing control. Remembering how even just a week ago, he had been so frantically desperate not to be alone, he had offered his body up like an apology.

How saying the words had been beyond apology: what was he thinking. He didn't need authenticity, didn't need to be a person, didn't need to be- words like aromantic, words like asexual, words like I can't love anything, I can't have what my parents had, is this how I was made or what I was made?

Exhaustion didn't come, only destruction. Only Bruce Wayne throwing a violent tantrum after a break-up he should have seen coming. Only trying to break anything but someone else. Knuckles bleeding, but numb as a boy in blood, Bruce just- he gave up. Dropped down onto the floor of his room. Knelt in the wake of his own faults and dropped his head into his hands.

G-d he hated himself.

[bell-askblog]

i don't want to do this anymore.

[x-malitae-x]

[time passed by, as Malitae got settled in Midas and Evren’s home. It was quite cozy, crochet projects filling up empty space. They hadn’t brought a lot with them, they hadn’t expected they would be able to stay overnight, nevertheless for a long time but they were able to access their powers in order to fix that.

They sat on their bed now, fidgeting their hands as they thought of the future.

Would they be able to stay? Was it safe to do so? They really wanted to believe it when Midas said she would stay forever but - no, they couldn’t think negative… she needs to use the time they do have well.

She gets up from her bed, grabbing two starry jewelry boxes on the way out.

Time to find Constellation Evren and Midas.]

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@comm-services @quixis-midas

[scrunglepaws]

Lyrics (Mostly) From: "Tarzan & Jane" by Toy-Box

I warned y'all that I made something truly stupid and great. Behold it and weep knowing I spent multiple hours on the whole thing.

[Part 1] - Part 2 - Part 3

I hope this makes people laugh as much as I did while creating it. Or you at least enjoy some of the genuinely cute art wedged between all the silly stuff. :3 Regarding said silly stuff: I don't really think Kit is a twink, but it was just too funny not to do. Of all my aus, I suppose this Kit is the closest to one, though. XD Also, the original lyrics were "Let's go honey, I'm TINKLING" and uhhh??? Idk any meaning of tinkling other than peeing, so wtf? xD;;;

Obviously, this is like 80% ooc, but it has some canon elements. Namely Kit and Tails really liking each other! And Thorn being super scary territorial. :3; Also, there are a bunch of dinosaurs for no reason in this au as a nod to Journey to the Center of the Earth. Probably not t-rex, but a velociraptor would have been too smol and I couldn't think of anything else at the time. =u=; The biggest goofs (other than them performing a musical number) are that 1) Mangey can only growl and doesn't understand English in this au and 2) he actually refers to himself as Tails. Mangey fit better with the song, though.

[pineconnie]

Parrot the type of guy to go “this is for you!!” And then miss horrifically. My silly silly bird, fuck it making a uu actor au cause I can’t take the angst anymore. After the.. Wormhole.. and as Parrot is leaving Lifesteal, Ls spoke asks parrot if he would make a story scripted smp with him so that they could continue to make stories together, this time without hurting eachother. They bring Wemmbu because he’s silly enough to balance out their horrific angst storytelling. Parrot, remembering when Wifies(evilfies) joined ls as a guest, the cool puzzles he solves, and the times they’ve solved puzzles together, thinks he’s the perfect person to play as his smart best friend. He reaches out to Wifies (clonefies cause this is after kww lore) and clonefies, wanting to change and remake his opinion and experiences with acting while solving puzzles, agrees. Though Just as a trial run at first, he finds that the uu cast are really funny and smart people and that acting, with full control and unthreatened, is fun. Parrot does know that clonfies isn’t evilfies cause they act differently but he thinks it’s cool to kill the dude who manipulated you(havocduo…). THIS is how kww lore and Lifesteal can connect without anger or pain

Also!! Squiddo and Ash confirmed that Squiddo was the guard in the copper trim. Before parrot came to the house, they were watching Ironman 3 LMAO -👁️🦜

drew parrot doing that bc that’s the funniest thing ever omfg. ignore me constantly drawing odyssey duo im mourning and in denial <//3

I LOVEEE UU ACTOR AU esp with ls and kww being normal pre-uu stuff ….. ough clonefies …. taking wanting to pretend to just be a normal person literally :((( parrot would absolutely approve of killing evilfies ESP if it was just ls!parrot !!

OMG YAY I WAS HOPING IT WAS SQUIDDO !! she’s been missing on uu for so long, that’s so silly of them ToT