#the tootsie roll? maybe?

[kiiraes]

mob psycho makes me feel so much . oh lord. i was looking for a specific panel and ended up reading the last 3 chapters. im gonna scream. look at his expressions.............................

[shrapnarl]

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quick dreamsnso i can find them later

[walk-on-the-clouds]

[queenofbaws]

I'm very sorry to say that I'm now here to forfeit my short lived but oh so treasured super serious queenie friendship point by asking for anything you can offer climbing chrash related. Would have loved to send you a da prompt cause ive noticed a distinct lack of that thus far this weekend, but I've *also* noticed that theres been a frankly criminal lack of any climbing chrash the last few weeks as well and thus I've decided to be terribly selfish instead. I do apologize but I miss them 😢

"It's a funny story, really," and everybody who knew them usually took that as proof enough that whatever Josh said next was so much bullshit piled up into a neat little shape, but as it turned out, of all the people who knew them at Julia and Alex's wedding, none had been seated at their table, "everyone sort of caught on before we did - the three of us were actually voted Most Likely to Start a Boutique Cult in the high school yearbook."

"We...we weren't," Ashley cut in, but this was a road she'd traveled many a time before - enough that she knew what was coming next.

"Yeah, no, Josh's confused, he's been hitting the champagne a little too hard tonight...we were actually voted Most Likely to Form an Improv Comedy Act," Chris said, nodding sagely. "And, like, if you think about it, I mean, what is a romantic relationship if not a, uh...what am I looking for, here?"

Josh didn't bat an eye as he answered, "Prolonged improvisational exercise;" he did, however, raise his glass in a toast no one had asked for.

"We weren't even in the same grade," she tried again, and when she saw that absolutely no one else at the table was buying it, she finished what was left of her drink and changed tack: "Actually it was Most Likely to Team Up and Go on an International Crime Spree - they've both been hitting the champagne a little too hard tonight."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[oyasleepy]

i have been going on a journey of self discovery recently w art & enjoyment

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just One Reason: Surprise

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

masterlist - to be added

Summary: A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesn’t end how you expect.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“This place looks fancy,” you say as you come up to the sleek white and glass facade. You’re on the complete other side of the city. You almost thought you’d gone beyond. 

“Don’t worry, no dress code,” Lloyd assures as he follows you through the snow, “shit.” 

You look over your shoulder as he slips again, barely keeping from crashing down. You shake your head and peek at his soaked loafer. He needs boots but you know telling him that won’t fix his current struggle. And you’re starting to notice how stubborn he can be. 

You stop and wait for him to catch up. You grab onto his arm, “here, go slow.” 

He glances down at your hold on him. For a minute, you think of letting go. Maybe that’s too much. You’re just trying to help. 

“Alright, tootsie,” he agrees softly and turns his sights straight. “Let me get that door.” 

You continue on to the glass door and he pulls it open by the silver bar that nearly disappears in the shine. He angles you through and you release him. His fingertips brush your sleeve as you kick off your boots and step ahead of him. 

He follows as you look around the lobby. It’s a pristine and bright as the outside. Woodwinds play a dulcet melody and the smell of jasmine wafts in the air.  

Before you can ask, Lloyd steps past you, a light touch on the back of your coat. A woman emerges from the tall doorway behind the counter and greets him with a pretty smile. 

“Mr. Hansen,” she chimes, “welcome, we were just getting your room ready.” Her eyes wander over to you, “and you brought a friend.” 

“Sure did,” Lloyd stops and looks back at you, waving you onward. 

You put your hands behind you and wring them. You get closer as the woman comes around the counter.  “Can I take your coats? That weather is absolutely atrocious.” 

“Tell me about it,” Lloyd scoffs and unzips his jacket. He wouldn’t hate it so much if he wore the proper attire. “Can you believe she loves this stuff?” 

He nods towards you and you undo your coat. You hand it over, trying to hide the mismatched lining you did yourself. She’ll see it when she hangs it up, you’re sure. You sling your purse over your shoulder once more and sway listelessly. 

“Alright, let me go put these away. If you’d like to head in, Mandy is waiting. I’ll be there in just a moment.” 

You look at Lloyd and he just grins. You shuffle after him as he takes the lead. You peer down at your boots as they leave a wet mess. You feel out of place here. You still don’t even know what it is. The Serenity sign did little to answer that question. 

“Just here,” another woman beckons you and Lloyd into a softly lit room. She directs you to a leather recliner in the same perfect white as the rest of the place.  

You wait for Lloyd to sit before you do the same. You glance at him again. You want to ask but you’re too embarrassed to with that woman, Mandy, right there. Can she see on your face that you have no idea what’s going on? 

“We’ll start with a warm rinse of your hands then a little massage before we do the manicure,” Mandy explains as the other woman enters behind her. “Hon,” Mandy sits on a stool and rolls it closer, “are there any scents that are disharmonious to you?” 

You shake your head and look at Lloyd. He’s entirely relaxed in this place. They even know him by name. You wonder how often he comes here. 

You sit back and look at Mandy. She gently takes your hand and examines it. You have a few hangnails and your edges are a bit ragged. Another swell of self-consciousness runs over you. 

You gave him wool gloves. Of course, he isn’t going to wear them. He can afford real leather gloves that don’t keep him warm. He can afford so much better so why is he hanging out with you? 

Mandy rolls away and stands as she moves a basin over to the counter along the side of the room. Lloyd hums and settles back in his chair. Did he bring you there because he noticed your nails? Because he could tell you don’t have the time or energy to deal with your crooked cuticles. 

“So, tootsie roll, what’s it gonna be? Gel? Acrylic? Full set?” He asks. 

“Um,” you gulp as he jars you from your inner dread. “Uh, it’s... can I just get polish?” 

“Boring,” he chuckles. It’s a common refrain from him.  

He’s right. Compared to him, your life is boring. He travels all around for work and drinks specialty coffees and comes to places like this. You work from home, drink instant coffee at home, and think eating at a sandwich shop is a luxury. 

“I like them short,” you murmur. 

“Well, toots,” he leans towards you, “surprise! You like it?” 

“Mhmm,” you wince as Mandy rolls the basin over to you.  

She rolls up her sleeve before she guides your hand into the warm water. The other woman works on Lloyd. He’s comfortable, unbothered even. You’re on edge. You’re not used to being touched, let alone having people pamper you. 

“I always like to get one after a work trip,” he explains. “You know, get my hands dirty, gotta clean em up.” 

“Makes sense,” you mutter. 

“Hey, tootsie,” his tone drops, “you alright?” 

“Just surprised. I never had my nails done before.” It’s as much a lie as it is true. You haven’t done this before but that’s not what’s bothering you. No, you see things a bit clearer now. 

It just reminds you of grade school when you wanted desperately to be with the cool kids. When you saw their cool new shirts with the bedazzled patterns and all your dad could afford were hand-me-downs from your aunt. He did his best but when you’re a kid, the world is small and so the simple things feel dire. 

“Can you put some tea on, Lucy?” He asks the woman soaking his hand. “Think my...friend needs to get the ice out.” 

“Oh, no, you don’t--” 

“Green, chai, matcha?” Lucy offers. You look at Lloyd again and shrug. 

“Green, please,” you answer flatly. 

As uncomfortable as you are, you won’t be rude. It’s not polite to deny a kindness and Lloyd put this all together. Considering he pays someone to do his grocery shopping, you know that’s not his strong suit. Just because you’re insecure is no reason to be ungrateful. 

“Uh, Lloyd,” you look at him and nearly twitch as you find his eyes already on you. “Thanks. This is... very thoughtful.” 

“Not gonna lie and say it’s completely selfless,” he winks, “gets a bit dull coming alone.” 

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Companions and the types of Halloween candies they’d enjoy the most:

Cait: big fan of those caramel apple lollipop things.

Curie: you know the gel sour and vampire teeth combo? That’s her jam.

Danse: Tries to stay healthy but has the biggest, most foul weakness for pumpkin delights…maybe not a candy but he loses his mind over them.

Deacon: his favorite is dots, specially in the fun small boxes.

Gage: Jaw breakers..but he gets more enjoyment launching them than he does eating…

Hancock: Very simple person, he’ll take a few hundred pixie stix and call it a night.

Macready: must be full sized chocolate candy bars…well not must, he’s just happy it’s something sweet…

Maxson: the most shameful enjoyer of tootsie rolls.

Nick: give him a nice heaping handful of classic candy come any day and this man is thrilled. (All no h

Piper: Definitely a licorice enjoyer

Preston: has a hard time picking an absolute favorite but will tend to go for jelly beans.

X6-88:

Refuses it at first but once has been properly introduced, he is in love the festively shaped peanut butter and chocolate candies.

[shimmershy]

Trick or -- wait, you want all my chocolate? What do I look like, some Bikini Bottom chocolate salesperson?

You guys can have the uhhhh tootsie rolls or something. Also maybe the Snickers...the Snickerses? I don't like those.

[kingdomhate]

Eating Candy with Them Scenarios! [Plus what candy they are into]

Kylo Ren: He was completely taken aback at first but of course was on board with it. He sat with you on the couch and you both began talking. That soon escalated into heated secret-spilling, Truth or Dare and Would you Rather. He enjoyed telling you more about himself and then hearing more about you.

Kylo enjoys Reese's. You can literally turn for a second and then turn back, and you will see him stuffing Reese's in his mouth. Definitely the type to break off a piece for him, eat it and then hand you the other piece absentmindedly.

Armitage Hux: He was repulsed by the idea at first. Not because of you or anything, but because the idea seemed arid to him, sitting around and eating calories continuously? It surprised him how much you wanted to this and then dragging him into it? But of course you were his weakness and he ended up giving into it. Situating the two of you in either of your guys' quarters and just eating candy, he ended up actually enjoying it, because you two cuddled and watched TV together.

Armitage strikes me as a Skittles\ Sour Patch Kids kinda guy. And there is NOTHING you can do to convince me otherwise. He will literally hand you a handful of whatever you ask for (Perhaps both if he is feeling generous.) and then eat the rest.

Anakin Skywalker: He was a bit perplexed as to why you would want to do that with him, but after a bit of explaining, he understood. You both climbed onto the bed and turned on the TV, he began fiercely venting to you his frustrations, missions, all of it. You occassionally vented back or had a little off-track conversation about whatever he was talking about. All while eating tons of candy. It became something you both would do whenever either or both of you were feeling particularly stressed out.

Ani is a Snickers and sometimes an AirHeads guy. No if's, and's or but's about it. Nope. None. He will break you off a piece with his lightsaber (what a showoff) or with the Force (That one scene in AoTC...) and then hand it to you.

Luke Skywalker: He had already had the idea! In fact, he is the one who brought it up. And yes, he loved it. It seemed romantic and a total couple thing to do. So, you both went out at right about sunset and sat down, unwrapping little candies and eating them all while sitting in silence and maybe sometimes commenting on something. (It is now a must have for Luke!)

I believe that Luke is more candy corn and Dots coded. He likes really sweet and chewy things and things that are abundant and little. Boom! A match made in heaven. Of course, he will go out of his way and feed you a couple or just get you a small box of either and both and himself a few.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi was not opposed to the idea, he adored it. But, he was wondering how the hell you got yourself so much damn candy, but hey, we don't ask. He just accepted politely, sat down next to you after a Jedi Council meeting and you both talked about how your days went while eating some candy, and to be honest? Obi-Wan still reflects on the memory.

Obi-Wan LOVES Tootsie Rolls. He LOVES them, ADORES and WORSHIPS them. They are exactly what he needs. He has come to like Chocolate over the years and has a natural craving for Tootsie Rolls a lot. Especially the long ones? Whew... He is the type to cut the long ones in half and annoyingly make sure they are both equal and then give one side to you.

[kaiasky]

ok so here is my best understanding of weed from someone who has never smoked it, except for that one time i smoked it.

weed is apparently a flower not a leaf. the other bits have thc but people are wusses and don't smonk them. EXTREMELY silly since the cannabis leaf shape is so iconic. (the only parallel that even comes close is that the aminita muscaria is the icon of psychedelics despite not being a psyllocybin mushroom.)

i think like only one sex of plant has flowers that are worth smonking and it's a big thing to ensure all your seeds are female.

for some reason chewing it raw doesn't get you high you need to heat it up? (which i learned because i was worried that if i could smell unburnt weed in storage i was getting a contact high)

in general i feel that weed fans are maybe a bit of pussies like idk, simply smoke 3x the weed if it has 3x lower concentration, idgi? skissue.

People have strong opinions on how to get their weed but it seems like generally: in illegal places you talk to the most annoying person you know, and in legal places you go into an app store and place an order on an iPad and if you go to the front desk they say they can't help you, place an order on the ipad. or you order it online with various promises about how fast it'll get there and how little you need to interact with another human being.

there is an item known as a grinder which seems terribly designed and intended to spill as much cannabis on the ground as possible. why does this item look like a petri dish and not have an inbuilt funnel or something? i do not know.

the grinders job is to turn weed, which started life as loose ground up buds and was compacted into brussel sprouts of slightly more compressed ground up buds, into loose ground up buds, so it can be recompacted into slightly more compressed ground up buds in a weed cigarette bunt

the airflow of a joint is a mystery to me because my mental model of it is just you take the rolling paper and roll it up, lick it to seal it shut, and then twist the ends shut like a tootsie roll. which would block you from being able to suck the air in, no? my best guess is it's not entirely airtight and you just draw breath through the paper.

similarly, once you light it i don't understand what prevents the weed from spilling out the open end. if you blew on a joint would it spray everyone with smouldering weed?

i think most joints are unfiltered because idk. in general ig my perception is that cigarette users prize the aesthetics of a manufactured and standardized product while weed users prize the aesthetics of handrolling as a craft.

theres some substance called resin that makes it more thc-y. presumably it's just you blend up the rest of the plant and distill it?

blunts are either cigars with weed in them (do they still have a tobacco leaf as the wrap??) or just a big joint I'm not sure.

you can also, if you're normal, use a pipe or a bubbler or bong. this is very sensible and i understand how these work.

i don't understand why the weed pipe is that particular form and not like a tobacco pipe. or like why are the tobacco pipe, crack pipe, and weed pipe all different??

If you're a wuss, you can eat a gummy, either the thc kind that does something or the cbd kind that does nothing. you eat this and "nothing happens" and you have 4 more and then you explode, and apparently this happens to everybody. skissue.

the primary effect of weed is that you feel uncomfortable and want to eat food except ur mouth feels bad when it eats food. secondarily time goes slower (which, by the time-flies principle, implies you're not having fun?)

theres sativa which is if you want to have a fun joyous intriguing time, and indica which is boring. People make a lot of this difference and it's always like "there's two types of cowstuff, prime rib and literal cowpies"

if you smoke weed you get a tolerance and if you stop smoking you get less tolerance. so theres a ritual of taking a break to reset the tolerance. i find this oddly charming.

[ddagent]

I've been really loving your writing! How about C1 for the prompts? I must know what that season 2 AU is. And maybe, if you have the time, D6?

Fanfic Menu Challenge

Aleida Rosales' first day at NASA had been intense. It was the first time she'd stepped foot into JSC since the day her father had been deported. There had been a scheduled field trip during her senior year but she'd called in sick that day; not wanting to see the familiar halls, to see Margo Madison. Aleida had long wondered what returning would feel like. But it had felt...right. She belonged in these halls, had worked her ass off to get a place in these halls. And not only was she now an engineer at NASA but she was working on one of the biggest missions since Jamestown: Apollo-Soyuz. With none other than one of the men who put Alexei Leonov on the moon.

At the end of her first day, Aleida wanted to make sure she said goodbye to Sergei. He had been kind: not pushing her to open up; asking only questions about the work. Always with a smile. But he was nowhere to be found.

In the ops office, she caught Elaine. "Hey, have you seen Sergei?"

Elaine tried her best to hide a smile as she finalised the new ops procedures. "He'll be with Director Madison."

Aleida felt a chunk of ice settle in the pit of her stomach. Why was he with Margo? Was she checking up on her? Did Margo think so little of her that she needed to be babysat? "Are you sure?"

Elaine checked her watch. "Well, it's about seven. He'll be there."

With a nod towards Elaine, Aleida fled the office and went to find Margo's. This would be the third office Margo had had since Aleida had known her. The first was nothing more than a cubicle: dim lighting, a mug full of tootsie rolls and toothpaste. The second had been larger, with a window no less and a couple of chairs. As Director of JSC, Aleida was expecting her office now to take up a whole floor. Maybe there was even a goddamn piano in there. Aleida felt rage build with every footstep, every clench of her hands. She was pissed at Margo for checking up on her. Pissed at Sergei for lying to her. He wasn't her friend. He was her damn babysitter.

As she rounded the corridor, Aleida caught sight of the open office door. Margo's assistant, Emma, had gone home. Light spilled from the open door, as did laughter. She recognised Sergei's laugh: he was incapable of getting through a shift without it. But in the months that she had known Margo, she had never heard that woman laugh.

"You do not think I will look fetching, yes, in a fake moustache and wig?"

Margo laughed again. What the hell? "Sergei, we are not hiding you when the Soviets come. You're with NASA, now. Front and centre."

"A perfect place to be for their snipers."

Through the open door, Aleida watched as Margo jabbed a finger in Sergei's direction. "Don't joke about that. Refill?"

"Please."

Margo stood up, took his empty glass, and went to a small bar by the wall of windows to refill their drinks. Aleida wondered what they were drinking. Vodka, maybe, as Sergei was Russian? Whiskey, brandy? Pepsi? But her speculation was cut off as her eyeline settled on Sergei. He wasn't staring at the artwork on the walls or at the bland carpeting. He was staring, unwatched and unbidden, at Margo Madison. His gaze was soft; his smile playful. Sergei stared, every atom within him yearning, as Margo poured them both another drink. Then, as soon as she turned around, a mask went up and Sergei was laughing and his eyes were harder. Like he'd never been watching her at all.

Margo sat back down and a new topic was introduced. "So, how was your new engineer?"

This was Aleida's moment. This was her time to storm in, to challenge them both. But she was rooted to the spot. Sergei replied and all Aleida could see was the familiar way he addressed Margo, the familiarity between them both. "She was wonderful, as you told me she would be. I am not surprised; you were her mentor."

"Hardly." Margo took a sip. "I knew her for four and half months eight years ago. I may have got her started but everything she is...it's all her." Another drink. "You'll keep an eye on her for me?"

"Margo—"

"—Sergei." He paused. She faltered, then spoke: "Please. You...you know what this means to me." Two drinks were quickly put aside. Sergei took Margo's hand in his. Their eyes met, and for a moment Aleida wondered whether she would watch her former mentor and her new one kiss in a quiet office. But Aleida blinked, and Margo was out of her chair, downing her drink, and putting it on the sideboard. "It's getting late."

"Of course." Sergei reluctantly finished his own drink. "Goodnight, Margo. See you tomorrow."

"Night."

Sergei left Margo's office, pulling the door closed behind him. He muttered words in Russian – Aleida didn't understand, but they seemed to be chastisements, hissing at himself and his behaviour. Sergei raised his head to leave and found Aleida standing in his path. He came to an abrupt stop. No questions about how long she'd been standing there, what she'd heard. Just: "This was a private conversation."

Aleida crossed her arms. "Looked pretty cosy."

"It is not. Director Madison and I...we discuss things. We have known each other a long time." Sergei joined her, sunk his hands into the pockets of his pants. He relaxed the closer he was from the door. "She does not question your capability, Aleida. She means only to make sure that you are well, that you are happy here."

"She could ask me herself."

Sergei smiled, softly, almost to himself. "Ah, but that would require Margo to challenge what has been instilled in her since she was first mentored: that this hallowed place is only for calculations, procedures. Not friendship or...love. She does her best, Aleida." His hand lightly patted her shoulder. "Please, give her space for her best to become better."

Aleida, reluctantly, nodded. Maybe she could give Margo a little leeway. But only a little. The moment she found out that Sergei was making detailed reports about her back to Margo, she'd cut both of them out. It would only dawn on Aleida later, when she understood the true reason behind the seven o'clock meetings, that discussing her work performance was the very last topic of conversation Margo and Sergei wanted to indulge in.

[kiiraes]

reading this one post made me spiral back into halalan2022 posts lol.throwback. a very sad one

[bokutosmochi]

SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! or embarrassing moments with jjk men

what's it? crack with a sprinkle of fluff

allergen warning/s? gn!reader, kind of spoilers for gojo's past arc in nanami's (not exactly canon, but you'll see teehee), smoke alarms (no actual fire though)

sugar level? 1.1k

names for the order? gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen

regulars? @tahonet​, @tokyometronetwork​

bon appetit!

GOJO SATORU:

"are you a piece of candy? cause you're a tootsie, and you're on a roll." you couldn't help the way your eyebrows quirked at gojo's statement and failed pick up line. "what does you're a tootsie even mean?" and to that, he simply shrugged. "dunno, but it's a cute nickname and it always works on cute little buttercups just like you." he leaned down to boop your nose that is now scrunched up as a result. "satoru," you sighed. "you know i love you dearly, but i doubt that has ever worked on anyone. you need better pick up lines." at your brutally honest words, gojo stomps his foot, reminiscent of a child and pouts. his arms are crossed across his chest and he looks like a perfect blend of intimidating and non-intimidating. he turns his head to the side and sticks up his nose. "my methods of flirting have worked with plenty of people. maybe you're just different and quirky." you spat out your drink "that's how you flirt?" because you know just how many people threw themselves at the feet of your boyfriend before you got together and this is how he got laid? you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed for the nth time. "pretty privilege does crazy things. baby, you cannot flirt."

GETO SUGURU

"geto suguru, oh. my. god" the words that came from you were almost squealed. it was nearing midnight and geto has had a very long day; meeting with his fellow curse users who share his vision, tending to the pathetic, helpless monkeys who called for his aid in getting rid of equally weak curses, and of course, walking around kyoto, tending to mimiko and nanako's every need and want. in fact, he was so busy he didn't even hear neither the front door or bedroom door open and close. "sugu baby, you look so cute!" now that was most definitely a squeal. the man in question had a toothbrush in his foamy mouth, and his hair was held back by a soft brown headband with bear ears and various glittery butterfly hairclips. he went back to the bathroom to spit the toothpaste out and gargle before greeting you properly with a hug and a minty fresh kiss on the lips. "the girls got a hold of me." he chuckled lightly, pulling the cutesy headband away. "if you arrived any earlier, you would've seen me with makeup on." you shook his head at him, the worst curse user. "you would do anything for those girls, wouldn't you?"

NANAMI KENTO:

"kento, you never told me you had piercings." you murmured softly, running your thumb over the space below his bottom lip where there were two tiny holes on either side, assumingly from piercings. he caught your hand and kissed your warm palm, eyes closed. "did gojo tell you about those, angel?" at the mention of his troublesome former upperclassman's name, his nose scrunched up - after all, it seemed like ever since learning about your relationship, the snow haired sorcerer would not stop telling you stories from when they were students. nanami knew that gojo picking the embarrassing ones were not some sort of a coincidence either - making you laugh as you shook your head. "no, i just noticed the piercing holes on your lip. are there more?" you did not wait for his answer though. instead, your eyes were already looking all over his face. you spotted more on his nose and several ones on his ears. "you never told me you had a punk rock phase, kento." you told him, poking his cheek with a giggle making him grumble out something you could not decipher as his face heated up with something akin to embarrassment. "the opportunity never came up."

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

"heya baby boy!" you greeted toji with a quick kiss on the scar on the side of his lip before plopping down on the opposite side of the loveseat. you were certain there was nothing out of the ordinary, but your boyfriend's head immediately snapped towards your figure for a reason you did not know. "you okay, big guy?" you chuckled nervously, scratching the back of your head. his mouth was slightly agape and his face was flushed red. he swallowed thickly, adam's apple bobbing and cleared his throat, "what'd ya call me?" you blinked at his words, the gears in your head turning. "baby boy?" his cheeks got a shade of red darker. but this time, the nickname he was not used to no longer flustered him. "do i look like baby boy?" he snickered at you. "'n if i remember correctly, last night, 'y were callin' me a much different name." he trailed off, a smirk gracing his lips. you shook your head at him, crawling towards him on your hands and knees and cupping the side of his cheek, gazing into his eyes tenderly, hoping to caress any sort of weakness from him, break down his cockiness from last night's activities. "oh toji," stroking the skin of his cheek with your thumb, your lips were pouted and head tilted. "you're always gonna be my baby boy."

SUKUNA RYOMEN:

"ring! ring! ring! ring!" that was the sound that woke you up on your birthday. not your alarm clock, not the familiar weight of sukuna's arms on you, or his rough voice commanding you to get up and not sleep in. no, this one is unfamiliar, because it's the smoke alarm. you quickly pushed the duvet off of you, taking a mental note of the curse's absence from beside you, and rose up, running to the kitchen to see what has transpired within its four walls. there sukuna was, standing on his tippy toes to reach the fire alarm. he sighed in relief when he finally turned it off, but he still rolled his eyes. "stupid twenty first century gadgets.". he was sure he'd never get used to them. it was only when he turned around did he see you. his eyes were narrowed into slits before looking back up. "the unnecessary thing woke you up, didn't it?" he nearly growled out. you just hummed out a response. "it's not unnecessary, 'kuna. house fires from not paying attention to what you're cooking is a real danger." you murmured, walking to where he is by the stove and wrapping your arms around his waist. "for example, burnt," whatever this was on the pan. "pancakes." he mumbled out, answering your unasked question. "was supposed to surprise you for your birthday."

i get: reblog

you get: a jjk boy of your choice

[odysseys-blood]

dumping a bunch of messy whb mc doodles someone take this game from me

+rambling abt em under the cut:

1(2): drew this one surrounding the feelings of guilt between minhyeok and loyal (mc). idk if they expound on it more bc im stuck on 3-48 but like. its gotta suck feeling like you're the whole reason your best friend is going through it (loyal going to hell to revive minheyok/ minheyok dying because he tried to save loyal) and yet you cant talk at all. i like thinking about the feelings of obligation they both feel for each other. and the fact that theyre both a lil too guilty because none of this is either of their faults but feelings arent exactly logical are they. also did you know minhyeok's cut is in the reverse direction in his halloween event sprites than they should be based on the cg where he gets cut. cause it keeps bothering me.

also not related but since the halloween event i keep playing with the idea of minhyeok having some unknown relation to whatever happened to god (or maybe lilith for that matter but i have less of a support for this one) after he disappeared. i do like him as a "just some guy" character but i do also like the idea of him having that unavoidable bond with you because god adored solomon and having one soul turn back up means its not impossible for the others to appear again. also smthn was up with how the angels liked him

3: please. please stop grinding your teeth it hurts to read. loyal was also a wrestler in highschool so he's even more concious of it and is two seconds from like just putting his arm in the way so he stops. id say maybe we could invest in like lolipops or smthn but i feel like satan would "how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop" except he doesnt even lick it he just bites it into smithereens in one go.

4: i think i literally went :0 when solomon first says that devils are idiots not long after the mc does. it rly is like. ik ur different people but u truly are a mirror of solomon huh. except loyal is more grumbly about it

5/6: like i said im stuck on 3-48 so idk how feasible this is but bad end angelification loyal! i was gonna do a demon one too but i think angel mc is more compelling because not only will you have to break your promise and let everyone, especially satan, down, but now they have to kill you too. and that would eat at the devils so badly. they already lost solomon once and now they have to get rid of him personally.

[aerodaltonimperial]

(For @spacegatito 💚)

The music is loud. In hindsight, Bowens probably shouldn't have put Max in charge of it, but he thought it was a nice gesture given how bummed Max has been recently about things. MxM, the fights he keeps getting into on Twitter... anyway, he's regretting it now, but he can't say anything because Max has already spent the last twenty minutes glaring daggers at Colten Gunn.

Maybe this theme was a bad idea. Also, hindsight. It's really not Bowens's fault that Colten took the theme of "dress as something you love" to create a giant fake Tweet of Tony Khan saying that "Max Caster is a talentless hack and sucks" out of cardboard. It's really unfortunate, because the sheer amount of work that went into it is impressive, but Bowens has had to glare a lot and pretend it's all horrible. (Colten can't even fit through half the doorways, it's so wide.)

The doorbell rings. Bowens only hears it because he's parked next to it; otherwise, the raps are too overpowering. When he swings the door open with a cheery "Happy Hallo...!," he loses all his joy midway through. "What the fuck?"

"What?" Darby asks. "You sent an invite."

"I sent an invite that you CLEARLY didn't take seriously," Bowens groans, because what the fuck. Specific instructions. He'd said dress as something you love, because the roster is on fire lately and they all need something positive, and here's Darby on the doorstep dressed in a grey shirt, black jacket, and a Scapegoat armband. "You know, this isn't funny."

Darby frowns at him. "Wasn't supposed to be. I'm starving, you got food in there?"

"Can't you just try to go along with things once in your life?"

"Dude, what the fuck," Darby says. "Get off my dick, I did what you asked. Now let me in, cause you're being an asshole."

Bowens can't really tell him to go, so he lets Darby past, but like, what the hell. He'd asked for one thing. One thing! Honestly, a fight is gonna break out, and it's not gonna be his fault. He sits back down on his stool while Max continues to toss tootsie rolls at Colten, which keep bouncing off the painted cardboard. God dammit, that costume is funny.

The doorbell rings again, and when Bowens opens the door the second time, he's met with... pink. Fuzzy pink.

"What?" Bowens exhales, aghast. "Did...?"

Jack stares at him, a challenge. Oh my god, he's got the greasepaint on and everything. "What?"

"Why are you...?"

Jack frowns. "You sent a theme. I did the theme."

Is this an elaborate prank of some sort? Bowens has to be hallucinating. Did Hook switch out the Haribo bears with weed gummies? "The... the theme was..."

"Yeah, open up, man. He's in there, isn't he? He didn't even wait for me, which is so fucking typical."

Bowens opens the door, but only because his brain is spinning like a hamster on a wheel. Jack breezes past him, spies Max on the turn table, and yells, "Goth phase!" which immediately draws a delighted crow out of Max and a change in the music.

Bowens stays there for a minute, trying to sort things out. He's still there when Daddy Ass comes by, and asks, "Hey, did you notice that Jack and Darby are dressed as each other? Did you not send them the theme? It's like they thought they were supposed to be scary or something."

"No," Bowens says. "No, I sent them the theme!"

They both go silent for a minute.

"No," Bowens says again.

"No way," Daddy Ass agrees, but it's a little dubious.

The two in question have found each other in the living room, and are sort of arguing with each other, gestures back and forth. So that's all very normal and expected, even if they are weirdly dressed as each other and Bowens is just about to write the whole thing off when Darby abruptly laughs, grabs Jack’s face, and plants a kiss right on his mouth. A ridiculously sloppy kiss with gusto that Jack does not immediately punch him for.

Oh, god.

"Huh," Daddy Ass says, brow furrowed. "I did not see that coming."

"Well, you know what I DO see coming?" Bowens points. "Max attempting to strangle one of your sons with the mic cord. We gotta go stop this. Worry about weird roster relationships AFTER we prevent murder."

[cowpokeomens]

It’s time for Summerween!!!!

As many of you know (or maybe don’t!) it is officially midnight o’clock on July 1st, which can only mean one thing: Summerween!!!!

For those of you who may have missed it, the introduction post for Summerween can be found here!

I will be posting 3 prompts for 3 categories every week in July. Writers can mix and match as they want to write something for however many prompts every week. Fics should be at least 500 words so that we’re all putting real thought and effort into our work, but can be NSFW or SFW (tag accordingly!)

There’s a lot of room for interpretation, so you can pop off with a serial killer Nicholas fic, or wind down in the pumpkin patch with Jolly! I primarily write for Bad Omens, but you can write for other fandoms too. Pick your poison!

Make sure you’re using the #Bunny’s Summerween tag so that we can all go in and look at each other’s work! As a reminder, reblogging goes so much farther in helping your fellow creatives than just liking, so make sure you’re sharing your favorite stories!

That’s all I got, here’s this week’s prompts!

1. “Gross, no one actually likes Tootsie Rolls!”

2. “We have to be the full-size candy bar house or we’re gonna get egged!”

3. “Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will.”

1. Corn Maze

2. Haunted House

3. Graveyard

1. Making costumes

2. Carving pumpkins

3. Baking