#this was fun thanks again for the tag 💕💕

[xxnashiraxx]

✨Ali's Birthday Bash! #2✨

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Part 2!!!!!!!!! 💕 I am terrified of running out of these before I'm caught up, so I'm currently grinding away- I've been seeing all the things you all have tagged me in or sent into my ask box and I'm not ignoring, I love you all so much, I'm just grinding!

💗 Now, on to the main event: two more portraits!

divider here!

Mavka (for @pinkberrytea)

Berry!!! 💕I know that I just pretty much professed my undying love to you on your bday, but buckle up cause I'm gonna do it again! (I was never one for those birthday/christmas combo gifts- BELIEVE ME) I am so so happy that I met you! I know that I say that a lot, but you are such an amazing person with such a kind heart, and you deserve every kindness! You've been such an amazing, supportive person, and I wonder each day what I did to deserve it 🥺 Thank you for being one of my best friends and such a source of light and positivity- this fandom and WORLD is a better place with you in it 💕

I hope I did consort Mav justice! She was a struggle, but I'd like to say a fun one! The hair was a constant battle, and I believe it has come out okay! My favorite part is always the make-up! I hope you like! 🩸

Sabine (for @caffeinatedmunchkin)

Do I only know how to draw the right side of faces? Is my hair linework slightly vague and confusing? Yes! But- a year or so ago I could barely do hair justice, so I'm gonna stick to my fun little blobs! 😁ROSE MY BELOVED 🌹 I hope you like her! Sabine hit me like a truck with her pretty face and wonderful backstory, and I love her so much!! I hope she kinda looks like your Sabine! I had a hard time haha 💚 You are INCREDIBLE- I will not hear a single word against that. I just want to shine a light on you, if I'm able, and highlight the boundless love and joy you've brought not only me, but I know so many other authors. You yourself are a force all your own- your writing is beautiful, and though I have yet to play Dragon Age, the way you write sucks me in- I'm sorry I haven't been able to say it much beyond the bits I've read, but your talent is lovely, and your personality priceless 💚ABBA BESTIES FOREVER 💚You deserve a thousand portraits, and I am so grateful you found me in this maze we call the internet! I am so thankful for you!

There will be more! Pray for me to get through them all (cause you could be next! Yes that's a threat!) Love you guys!!

[sepiamestus]

ADA mandatory work naptime 💤

Commission for @thepartyishere !!

Commissions for Gaza

[lavellun]

i was tagged by the loveliests @tommishelby and @camilepreaker 💕 thank u girls!

rules: choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe.

i'm tagging: @daughter-rhaenyra @cruelfeast @somethingtofightfor @saintirulan @briarroses @hightowres @queenhawke @lestogrifoni @winedark @fearoftears @keanureves @rosykims @veilguards

[edsbacktattoo]

thank you for tagging me @snake-snack-stede and @stedesearring!! i love you both let’s kiss on the lips

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first 5 songs that come up in a poll and let people vote which is their favorite!

and i’m going to (no pressure) tag:

@tisziny @xoxoemynn @saltpepperbeard @gentlebeard @blakbonnet @sherlockig @jellybeanium124 @oatmilktruther and anyone else who wants to do this! 🖤

[the-ace-with-spades]

Fan Fiction Trope Tier List 🖊️

Got tagged by lovely @redfurrycat, thank you so much! (by the way, I was surprised for a second that you had historical au so high since I had never seen it high in the ranks but then I remembered you're Pride and Prejudice girlie 😅 and Outlander girlie, I think??)

This is more about reading than writing for me (I know some people like to read and write completely different things and I can be one of those people sometimes). I go by the rule of don't like, don't read so please don't ever feel bad if you're writing any of those tropes. There's a nut for every bolt 💙

As a side note, I sent the link to my sib (they don't have an active tumblr) and they had unhappy ending & major character death in the second tier and now I'm scared for them...

Here's the link to the fanfic trope tiermaker.

No pressure tags (sorry if you've been tagged before and sorry if it's a bit random of me): @pollyna, @emseebeans, @itshoneywhatever, @lunamazes, @dzkat2, @crooked-jes, @caystar13star, @kaz-cain, @doglover120universe, @bisexual-watermelons, @theswampratandtheriverrat

[kaserolly]

Got tagged by @son-heungmin to do this, thank you so much bestiest 🥺💙💚 (you can find the pics here <3)

Idk who did this or not bhyfhh but yeah I'm tagging @balaclavacharles @c2stan @xiaozhous @dobbiamo-capire @44whispers @zhou-guanyu @charletto @lesbian-i-ching @smileynyck and @cringisimo 💚 no pressure of course!!

[jeonwon-wonwoo]

nine people i’d like to get to know better

thank you for tagging me @homerunhansol 🥹🫶💖

last song: apocalypse by cigarettes after sex! i will forever be obsessed with this song! i regret not going to see them in concert😭

favorite color: i love blue, pink, and purple! but the pastel colors!

last movie/tv show: lemonade mouth! best movie disney channel ever made!

sweet/spicy/savory?: i can’t choose! i love spicy food! but i’ve also got a major sweet tooth! then savory is so good, too!

relationship status: married to wonwoo and nanami i’m single! i’m a hopeless romantic and love love, but i don’t want to settle with just any man! but i’m also young and know that there’s still time to find someone perfect for me even though i constantly worry about ending up alone

current obsession: skylight windows…lmaooo! i’m in my ‘dreaming of my future house’ stage again! skylight windows are so beautiful! i can just picture myself reading and drinking a cup of coffee while letting the natural light in or when it’s raining?? the perfect life…and wonwoo, of course!

last thing i googled: keegan russ from cod…i’m responsible for my own fyp

tagging (only if you’d like to! no pressure!): @itsyoonzino @jeonsupershy @kimsmingyu @kyeomblr @master-tonberry @nootcoups @seokmins @woozification @wonufied

[moonav]

Tagged by @acerikus thank you sm!! 🥰😆💕💕

Favorite color: blue blue blueeee💙💙💙 esp really dark inky blues 💙🖤 special mention to green and grey too!! 🥰💚🩶

Song stuck in my head: black sails intro, ive been rewatching it while i work 🥰🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈❣️

Song last listened to: killer queen by queen 💙

Tree fav foods: rye bread, avocado sushi and hmmm maybe homemade pizza 🥰🥰💕 or lentil soup!!🥰❣️

Last thing i googled: metsätähti 🥰 literally translates to ’forest star’, my fav flower🥰💚 i was drawing them and wanted a ref of the leaves 🥰🌟🌱

Dream trip: gooddddd anywhere rly 😆😆 i havent travelled outside of finland since covid hit so id be excited to go literally anywhere c’: but id love to visit norway and iceland soon!!🥰

Tagging @nonbineynaruto @viviun @thesora @eternal-reverie @starrykonpeito @senisti @weenie-kun but no stress to do this 🥰💕 only if you want to!!😆🥰❣️🌟

(Metsätähti!!🥰🌟💚🌱)

[clamorybus]

For the oc ask thing... maybe multiples of five for your newest oc(s) 💕

oooh thank you, this looks so fun! im gonna do this for three ocs, since i made them in a batch

5) how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Margot: pretty practical, in a Whiskey Mom kind of way. tshirts, flared jeans, chunky jewelry, etc

Nancy: she's kinda in-between, she usually likes being free for movement while looking put together. though since she's in a depression slump when we meet her, she's dressed much more casually than she usually is

Dhruvi: very aesthetic focused, and not very practical for farm country lol. lots of layers and flowy fabrics

10) if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

Margot: she doesn't wear metal jewelry often--not practical for a mom. she likes chunky beaded necklaces and bracelets with turquoise and jade, those kinds

Nancy: not really, usually just a sports watch (and a seashell if you marry her)

Dhruvi: mostly gold. she mainly wears earrings and her nose stud, but she likes bangles and chunky rings too. the gems depend on her outfit

15) how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

Margot: she grew up with her younger two sisters and her dad in Zuzu City. She had her child, Casey, while in college and dropped out to focus on raising them. She moved them out to Pelican Town to "escape the hustle and bustle" (and due to her independent streak)

Nancy: grew up in Grampleton with lots of siblings with two parents, that sort of white bread existence. She's dated on and off over the years but hasn't had a long term partner in a decade. she currently lives alone

Dhruvi: grew up in a city in the northern part of the republic. she was an only child but was close with her cousins. her parents are divorced. she had a partner for a few years, but recently broke up with them (she's been dealing with a stalker and her partner didn't believe her and belittled her feelings). she currently lives alone in pelican town

20) if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

Margot: lol nope

Nancy: she had a sports car in the city but sold it along with her mansion before moving to pelican town. if she marries The Farmer, she buys a pickup truck

Dhruvi: has a cute yellow BMW that's her pride and joy. she doesn't get to drive it much anymore. the outside is pristine and the mechanics are well maintained, but inside is a trash pit lol

25)  how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

Margot: she became totally blind after an accident when she was 6. her hearing about average

Nancy: lost some hearing in her right ear due to her head injury; just on the line of being hard of hearing

Dhruvi: her hearing is okay. she has to wear glasses to read and driving at night

30) do they smell like anything notable?

Margot: she has a sweet, fruit perfume that she's been wearing since she was a teenager. its her signature scent

Nancy: has a slight spicy scent from her deodorant, coconut scent from her hair gel, and a cucumber scent from her bodywash

Dhruvi: has a subtle powdery scent from her makeup, and sometimes she smells like whatever she's been cooking in the kitchen (either something very spicy or very earthy)

35) do they ever return home?

hard to say since they all make a home in pelican town. so yes and no, honestly.

[kedsandtubesocks]

I wanna play friend!! I present two fic titles for you - you can pick one or do both. Hope you’re well! 💛

is that a knife in your pocket (or are you just happy to see me)?

do you have a permit for that ass?

MY ELLA HI HOWDY LOVELY!!! 🥹🦋✨

Thank you so much for sending in an ask and WHAT FUN FIC TITLES YOU OMG?!? I ADORE THESE?

Is that a knife in your pocket (or are you just happy to see me)?

Agent Whiskey has been a pain in your neck since the minute his yeehawing ass took the final shot in taking down the arms dealer that had been your undercover mission for months.

Jack Daniels is a caricature of a cowboy, a joke with a punchline that you wanna punch. He’s an enemy and rival. Even calls you ‘Agent Sourpuss’ when he knows damn well that isn’t your code name.

Yet, he’s too damn handsome for his own good and you can’t deny that. And he’s saved your life once.

So what happens when your intelligence agency finally gives you the okay to pull the trigger and take down this headache of a cowboy? Will you be able to?

do you have a permit for that ass?

You’re the new secretary for Miller Construction Services. You’ll always be thankful for Maria introducing you to her new husband Tommy who managed to swing you the job.

Except it’s so hard getting work done when Tommy’s gorgeous gruff older brother is your boss. Broad shoulders, incredible dark eyes, he’s a delicious danger even when he’s scowling at the ever piling workload.

You need to pay attention to the permits you have to organize and focus on answering phone calls.

But how can you when Joel walks around the office in those amazing jeans of his and your eyes can’t help but sneak a peek.

-

send me a made up fic title & I’ll tell you what I’d write for it!

[bbyjackie]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 — ♡

one piece social media + dating pt.2 feat: ace

♡ liked by chef.thatch, marco_o and 11.4k others

_ynln: mad he lost a handstand contest to some kid 🥱🥱

tagged: ace

ace: tell me how i got rated a 6/10 and that rat of a human got 9/10 🫤

↳ marco_o: you definitely got bullied as a kid with that attitude (liked by chef.thatch, _ynln, yamatoto)

↳ _ynln: MARCO JWVFIJBVFQO 😭😭

↳ ace: just letting you guys know, i wasn't bullied. i was the bully 💪💪

↳ izou.u: that does NOT make it any better

↳ saaaa_bo: why are you proud of that, all you did was bully luffy

↳ ace: now i'm not saying i stand with bullying but.. ☝️

↳ yamatoto: BUT WHAT???

p1rateking_luffy: Hehe Ace remember when we used to have handstand contests and Makino was the judge! 😁

↳ _ynln: omg that sounds adorable

↳ ace: yeah and you would fall on your head

↳ ace: makes sense why you're so stupid

↳ p1rateking_luffy: what does that mean

↳ ace: see what i'm saying

↳ saaaa_bo: you're literally the last person that can say anything

♡ liked by nicorobin, p1rateking_luffy and 9.6k others

_ynln: girls don’t want no scrubs!

[music: No Scrubs - TLC ♫]

tagged: lovenami, nicorobin

nicorobin: had so much fun with you 💗

↳ _ynln: I MISS U ALREADY

ace: YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT THESE PHOTOS 😍😍❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💝💞💕❣️❣️

ace: I AM NOT A SCRUB GIVE ME A CHANCE!

↳ _ynln: stop i have a boyfriend

↳ ace: screw him, i'll fight your boyfriend

↳ _ynln: he'll mess u up

↳ ace: HE PROBABLY STINKS

↳ _ynln: yeah he does LMFAOO (liked by saaaa_bo, marco_o)

↳ ace: 😐😐

ace: PLEASE ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😩😩

↳ _ynln: YOURE SO ANNOYING 😭😭

lovenami: WHEN CAN WE HANG OUT AGAIN

↳ lovenami: I MISS MY HUSTLE PARTNER ALREADY

♡ liked by iampops, sh444nks and 13.1k others

_ynln: i want to be that dog so bad

tagged: ace

marco_o: holy shit i've never been jealous of a dog

↳ ace: dw u can kiss me anytime 😘

↳ marco_o: bruh no i meant i want to sock you in the face

sh444nks: HAHAHA this is so good

↳ _ynln: omg i made it in life, redhair shanks commented on my post????!

↳ iampops: Yn I comment too

izou.u: first photo made my day, thanks yn

↳ yamatoto: real!!1!

p1rateking_luffy: AHAHHAHAH THIS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHHA

saaaa_bo: this photo is free therapy

ace: WOW THIS COMMENT SECTION MADE ME REALISE ALL MY FRIENDS ARE FAKES

↳ yamatoto: so glad ur self aware!!

↳ _ynln: love u i swear!

↳ ace: u r full of shit

↳ _ynln:❣️

♡ liked by saaaa_bo, iampops and 18.4k others

ace: my pookie dookie 💩 💗

tagged: _ynln

_ynln: words can't explain how much i hate that caption

↳ ace: my sweet white mocha frappuccino with two pumps vanilla, chocolate drizzle and one scoop of java chips

↳ _ynln: omg wow i was so close to pressing the block button

_ynln: rare photo of ace w a shirt on ‼️

saaaa_bo: @_ynln blink twice if u need help

iampops: W photo 💪

↳ ace: POPS WHAT

↳ marco_o: WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT

↳ iampops: Big slay ☝️☝️

↳ iampops: Yn no cap 🚫

↳ izou.u: someone literally needs to come get their grandpa 😭

↳ _ynln: pops using colloquial language needs to be protected in a museum (liked by ace)

p1rateking_luffy: Yummy food 😋😋

[cherriegyuu]

[6:45] in this light

Seungcheol was quick to shut off the alarm, the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up before you needed to. If it were up to him, you’d spend the entire day just lounging in bed, taking a much needed rest. Since that wasn’t an option he would contempt himself with just holding you a little longer, hoping that was enough to give just a little comfort, just enough to make your day slightly not the worst yet. 

In fact, him waking up before you was part of his plan. Seungcheol was a greedy man. Even if he spent the entire night holding you in his arms, it wasn’t enough because he wasn’t awake. You see, it only counts if he’s awake for that. He sleeps better when you’re there with him, yes, but it only counts as cuddly hours if he’s awake. So he purposely set his alarm 15 minutes earlier, just so he could hold you for a little while. 

He was careful when laying back down, careful not to wake you up, knowing how much of a light sleeper you were. It was actually surprising that you didn’t wake up to the sound of the alarm. You turned into his arms, your face now tucked into his neck. Seungcheol smiled when you sighed, wrapping your arm around his waist.

It was times like that that he loved the most about his day, how he loved to start it. Like you, he had a shit day ahead of himself so he liked to make sure that he had a great start, so it could, maybe, just a little, postpone his misery. 

“You’re not as sneaky as you think you know?”

Seungcheol could only close his eyes and smile at the sound of your voice, still sleep drunk, but alert enough to still make fun of him. 

“Sleep a little more” he kissed your forehead, his arms getting tighter around your body. 

“I have to get up” you groaned trying to force your body up but giving up the second you felt how cold it was.

“We still have a few more minutes” he assured you “I just wanted to stay like this for a few minutes before he have to face the world. 

You hummed against his skin, a small smile on your lips when you kissed his chest. 

“You’re brilliant”

He noticed as your breathing evened again, a clear sign that you had fallen asleep.

It was obvious that both of you would be late for work.

just a little something to celebrate his birthday

if you enjoyed reading, please reblog and leave a comment, it really does mean the world to me and i would love to know your thoughts. thank you! 💕

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[voguesriot]

DON’T HURT YOURSELF ✹ luke castellan

( summary ) social media au where your boyfriend became the asshole everyone warned you he’d be and now you’re looking for revenge (& luke is a down bad loser w no game)

( pairings ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader

DIRECT MESSAGES

sarahdawson: hey girly ik we’re not like close or anything but something happened last night that i need to tell you about

sarahdawson: so i was getting strawberries yesterday and max was there and he was being really weird and like flirty and i’m so sorry i feel like such a horrible person even though i turned him down right away but he tried to kiss me and i hit him and then i went back to my cabin but i had to tell you

sarahdawson: i’m so sorry

yourusername: THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE I KNEW HE WASNT WORTH SHIT

yourusername: this is clarisse btw i took her phone

yourusername: (me again) thank you for telling me sarah it rlly means a lot 🫶

sarahdawson: if it makes any difference you’re way too hot for him and literally anything you need (even rigging archery lessons so the new kids take shots just as he’s walking by), i’m your girl x

♫ Don’t Hurt Yourself by Beyoncé feat. Jack White

♡ liked by silenabeauregard , connorstroll , and others

yourusername love god herself (love u mama) 💋

sarahdawson AHHH YOURE SO PRETTY

yourusername THANK YOU GORGEOUS 🥹🥹

clarisselarue too good for anyone 😮‍💨

silenabeauregard prettiest girl everrrr

chrisrodriguez pur girlie

yourusername what.

chrisrodriguez gods forbid a man expresses an ounce of girlish whimsy

yourusername nooo queen i appreciate you thank you

seaweedbrain you ate ‼️‼️‼️

seaweedbrain ate my dessert*

seaweedbrain it’s all fun and games until you end up stealing from the youth

seaweedbrain count your days miss counsellor

yourusername my girl sally should’ve kept you on a leash for a bit longer because you are rabid my love

seaweedbrain I WAS NEVER ON A LEASH WTF

racheledare STUNNA GIRL STUNNA GIRL I CHOOSE U BABY OVER A HUNDRED GIRLS

yourusername ME AND U 4EVERR 🙏🙏

lukecastellan nice dress!!

this comment was deleted.

clarisselarue lukecastellan i saw that.

lukecastellan why are you so ominous

clarisselarue why are you such a loser

lukecastellan have you ever been chill for a day in your life

clarisselarue have you ever known the loving touch of a woman

chrisrodriguez FOUL 😭😭😭

♫ Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

♡ liked by drewtanaka , pipermclean , and others

[ tagged: yourusername , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean ]

sarahdawson girls night w my favs 💘

silenabeauregard APOLLO CABIN 🔛🔝

yourusername FORREALLL

yourusername best night i’ve had in a long time i love u all sm ☹️🫶 ( liked by sarahdawson , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean )

silenabeauregard MY GIRLSSSSS

wisegirll prettiest girls in the world 💕💕

clarisselarue sarah girl love ya but maybe leave the singing to ur siblings 🙏

sarahdawson RUDE

yourusername sarahdawson dw baby i loved our duet xx

sarahdawson we simply are destiny’s child

drewtanaka yk who is shaking in his boots

seaweedbrain oh yeah cool i didn’t even want an invite it’s totally chill

yourusername calm down lil guy maybe when you’re older

clarisselarue if zeus doesn’t smite his ass before he gets the chance 😭

seaweedbrain clarisselarue I BEAT YOUR DADS ASS HES LITERALLY A DEADBEAT DADDY

wisegirll too far

seaweedbrain sorry clarisse

lukecastellan yourusername we could hear you singing all the way in hermes ☠️

yourusername NO THATS SO EMBARRASSING WHICH SONG

lukecastellan i think it was never lose me or smth

clarisselarue bros acting like he hasn’t been thinking ab it nonstop

yourusername lukecastellan i’m so sorry for any pain i’ve caused

chrisrodriguez AYY BRO MAKING MOVES

groverunderwood you call those moves? 😭

chrisrodriguez baby steps are still steps let me celebrate my guy in peace 😔

♫ Heartless by The Weeknd

♡ liked by connorstroll , and others

maxwalsh never been better

clarisselarue oh that’s not ☠️

lukecastellan this what you’ve been doing instead of coming to sparring?

maxwalsh it’s a better challenge

drewtanaka THE CLAWS ARE OUT MEOW

yourusername just posted to their story!

DIRECT MESSAGES

lukecastellan: you look really pretty

[edsbacktattoo]

A song for every letter in my URL

Thanks so much for the tags @blakbonnet and @ella-doe this is so cute omg

damn me for having a stupid URL but here we are

N- Needles by System of a Down

O- Once in a While by Rosegarden Funeral Party

T- These Walls by Kendrick Lamar

N- November Has Come by Gorillaz

E- Echo Chamber by Northlane

R- Replay by Cub Sport

V- Visual Snow by My Ticket Home

O- Outta Time by Orville Peck

U- Undisclosed Desires by Muse

S- Spit by Poppy

J- Jóga by Björk

E - Euclid by Sleep Token

S- Spark Up! by Ball Park Music

T- This Is How I Disappear by My Chemical Romance

E- Erebus by Aversions Crown

R- Razor Flowers by Freak Kitchen

and i’ll (no pressure) tag:

@tisziny @skysofrey @snake-snack-stede @adickaboutspoons @bunnyandthejets and @sassygwaine

[always-just-red]

I loved the Drunked Call with Sylus scenario you made! I like the way you write it and I see you accepting request hehe. Can I request about... Sylus, Zayne and Caleb reaction meeting fem!reader, dates or accidentally met (you name it) and they noticed her long hair has been attached with chewed bubblegum? some kid pulled a prank on her before and she didn't even aware of it

Aw thank you so much!! 💕 I did different pranks for each of the boys just to keep things interesting- I hope you don't mind! They're all equally silly haha, and I had SO much fun writing them. Added Xavier and Raf for good measure, too!

It's Just Not Your Day...

L&DS Boys (& Caleb!) x Reader

Summary: It's you against the kids of Linkon City, and guess what? The kids are winning.

Genre: Humour + fluff!

Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, established relationship, swearing, canon pet names, reader gets a little stressed (and with some of these boys you can understand why 🙃)

| Word count: 4k | Masterlist | Opt-in to my taglist here!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

Xavier ⭐

One of the perks of being a Deepspace Hunter is the way people look at you. You’re used to respect: appreciative nods and gestures, wide-eyed admiration. You’re out in Linkon almost every day, putting your life on the line for everyone in the city. You’re a hero, right?

So why is everyone looking at you so… funny?

“Xavier,” you speak in a hushed whisper, tugging at the sleeve of your partner’s uniform. “I don’t like this. Something weird is going on.”

He yawns. “What do you mean?”

Can he really not see it? Sure enough, a businessman strolls past you, his eyes locked on you as he frowns, mid-telephone call. You think he even stumbles on his words. “Just look around,” you whisper again. Someone is watching you from across the street, their head cocked.   

Xavier is already looking around. You’re on patrol; that’s sort of the point. But he trusts you, so he follows your instruction: casting his sky-blue eyes around a little more carefully. They narrow. “Sorry,” he says, because you’re usually on the same page, “what are you talking about exactly?”

You fold your arms impatiently. “People are looking at us, Xavier.”

“Oh, I…” he seems to hesitate, “I think they’re just looking at you.”

The words could be romantic, but you don’t get the impression they’re intended to be. He’s implying something. He’s uncertain. “What makes you say that?” you ask, hands moving to your hips.

He shifts awkwardly on his feet. “I think it’s your, you know—” his finger waggles in front of his mouth.

You don’t know. “My what?”

“Your moustache.”

“What?”

Your hand shoots to your upper lip, but you don’t feel anything out of the ordinary. Xavier is staring, though, so you reach for your phone and turn the camera on yourself.

A black, cartoon-villain moustache has been sketched onto your face.

You gape at your reflection. “H— how…?” you stutter, tracing your new feature. Then a memory of this morning flashes through your mind: how you’d fallen asleep on the train to work. How there were those two schoolkids, sniggering, when you’d woken up just in time for your stop. Ugh. Really?

Wait— this morning?!

“Xavier!” you exclaim, turning to him like you’d just found his sword in your back. “Why didn’t you say something?”

It’s just gone three in the afternoon, and he’s been with you for hours. “I thought you knew,” he mumbles, rubbing his neck gingerly.

“You thought I…” You’re too bewildered, too betrayed to repeat it fully. Worst of all you feel guilty; how the hell can he look so freaking innocent? You turn back to your phone, desperately trying to rub the ink from your skin. It doesn’t budge. It doesn’t fade.

“Are you ok?” Xavier asks.

Of course you’re not ok, you feel like an idiot. Your cheeks are hot and the redness is spreading to the rest of your face as you fail to reclaim any of your dignity. “No,” you spit back, “honestly, Xavier, how could you just let me walk around like I’m some kind of—”

You glance up to discover he’s no longer listening. He’s not even here; he’s over there, talking to an old man who’s sat completing a sudoku. Great. Wonderful. Why not? At least one of you is making a good impression on the citizens of Linkon City.

With your eyes close to watering, you have one last, futile attempt at wiping the moustache from your upper lip. It’s not working. Gods, you’re gonna be stuck like this, aren’t you?

Someone taps you on the shoulder, and you look up to see Xavier, back at your side. He smiles reassuringly, sporting a drawn-on moustache of his own. The ends of it are curled even more theatrically than yours.

“Xavier…” you half-laugh in surprise, your eyes watering even more. “Why would you—? Now we both look stupid.”

“I look stupid,” he corrects, running a thumb over your wet cheek. “You look really pretty, moustache or not.”

Zayne ❄

“What… happened?”

You sit across from Zayne on a picturesque park bench, like something from a postcard: blue sky stretched above, wildflowers sprouting from the grass below. Birds are singing, butterflies are flittering about, and even the doctor looks perfect— unmarred by the first half of his work day, no matter how stressful it’s been.

It’s a fairy tale you covet: a little reunion with the man you love, on the odd occasion where your lunchbreaks match up and he isn’t drowning in paperwork. And it would be a fairy tale, if it wasn’t for you. You— your uniform soaked and your hair dripping wet. The wooden bench has gone damp beneath you; you’ve literally only just sat down.

“Gee, I don’t know, Zayne,” you hiss, face almost buried in your phone, “what do you think?”

Not too far away from you, some kids are locked in a water-gun battle, their shrieks of laughter loud and infuriating. Zayne glances between you and them, making his deductions. “Why—” he starts.

“Doesn’t matter,” you sniff, wiping your forehead with the back of your sleeve. “They messed with the wrong person, and we’re gonna make sure they know it.”

“We’re going to?”  

“Yeah. Me and you. That a problem?”

You shoot him a glare that sends a shiver down even his spine. “No,” he answers quickly— a survival instinct, uncharacteristically submissive— but his composure returns as you turn back to your phone. “Haven’t you got—”

Another dark look.

“Haven’t we got better things to do than start a war with some children in the park?”

“Not really. Justice is justice.” You shrug before pointing a finger at yourself. “Deepspace hunter.” Then at him. “Cardiac surgeon. Precision is kind of our thing, right? They really don’t stand a chance.” You’re laughing, now: “Gods, I almost feel sorry for them.”

Zayne has been watching your descent into madness with a calmness that does him credit. When he interrupts, it’s gentle. “I don’t think—”

Too gentle; you don’t hear him. “Pick your poison, Dr. Zayne!” Your phone is angled at him to reveal the all-too accessible armoury of an online store. “You’ve got your standard water pistols. Your water blasters.” You’re scrolling and indicating his choices as though you’re the salesman. “This one has two options, single shot or power shot, and— ooh! Look at this one! The AquaJet3000!”

With a soft laugh, Zayne pushes your phone out of his face. He would buy anything you’re selling, although— having seen the prices on your screen— he knows he’d be bankrupt within a week. “Linkon City is fortunate to have you defending it, and whilst I would be honoured, as always, to fight at your side, I was hoping we could… relax. You’re on a break, remember?”

You pout as he peels a wet strand of hair from your cheek. “Justice doesn’t take breaks.”

“Well, justice is going to have to on this occasion, because I said so.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “Besides, you shouldn’t fight fire with fire, or water with water. A lot of people look up to you, you know. Me included. So, set a better example. Save violence for the Wanderers.”  

It ought to be patronising: him, lecturing you on right and wrong when you’ve already added three types of water-gun to your virtual cart. He’s always so righteous. So collected. So moral. You want to be mad at him, but how can you be when he’s looking at you like that? Like he thinks the world of you, even when you’re plotting revenge against ten-year-olds.

You have a point to make, so you fold your arms and turn your back on him, even though he’s making your heart feel so frustratingly warm and fuzzy.

“I have something for you,” he says quietly.

To hell with the point. “What is it?” you ask, spinning eagerly around.

He smiles as he retrieves something he’d concealed behind him. It’s a small-ish box, pale pink, with patterns printed to emulate white lace. There’s a logo in the centre and you recognise it at once. “No way,” you enthuse, “that new bakery finally opened?”

You’ve both been waiting for months. “I couldn’t resist when I saw it,” he confirms, lifting the lid. Inside sit two unbelievably pretty cupcakes, buttercream icing spiralled high and adorned with sprinkles of gold leaf. Zayne plucks one from the box. “Perhaps—” he offers it to you— “perhaps this can make you feel better? Without us needing to, well… attack children.”

You giggle; it does sound pretty stupid when he puts it like that. “Thanks, Zayne,” you grin, reaching out for your reward. You’re glad one of you is vaguely sensible— those water-guns were expensive.

The cake is an inch from your fingers when a jet of water sends it flying from Zayne’s hand. It lands at your feet with an unceremonious splat, and from somewhere behind you, laughter roars.

The doctor blinks down at it in disbelief, his hand still hovering beside yours. He grieves for a long moment, then looks to you solemnly like you’re a colleague and he’s about to ask for a scalpel:

“The AquaJet3000,” he says.  

Rafayel 🎨

“Rafayel, call me stupid one more time, and I’ll—”

You’ll… you’ll… what? He’s looking back at you with wide eyes, his hands frozen when they had just a moment ago been drying the plate you’d handed him. He has some nerve, pretending he’s the victim when he’s spent the entire evening insulting you. This is supposed to be a wholesome moment of domesticity— doing the dishes together before he has to disappear to a late-night gala— so why is he ruining it? Ever since you got home, it’s been: so how was your day, stupid? Hey, stupid, want a hand washing up?

He said he was fine with you sitting out the gala tonight, but maybe he’s not.

“I’ll do this,” you finish, lifting a palmful of suds from the sink and raising them to your lips, ready to blow.

“Puh-lease, you bought me this suit. You really think I can’t tell when you’re bluff— hey, wait! Stop!”

You do blow the bubbles at him, and he recoils, holding the plate and dishcloth up to defend himself. He blocks some of them, but not all of them. “Honestly, Raf, if you’re not ok with me skipping out on tonight then you can just say so.”  

He puts the plate gently aside. “I mean, of course I’m sad you’re not coming,” he thinks aloud as he sets about sweeping bubbles from his suit, “but I’m ok with it, really. You’ve had, like, a crazy week at work. You deserve a quiet night in.”

Compassion? Really? After you just—? Ugh. “So why were you being so mean, then?” you sigh, taking the cloth from him and dabbing away the bubbles he’s missed.

“Mean?”

“You’ve called me ‘stupid’ like fifty times in the span of, what— three hours?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs innocently. “Because you told me to.”

Huh? You stop what you’re doing. “Since when did I—”

He reaches over your shoulder and you feel fingers on your back. “See?” he answers, bringing a piece of paper in front of you. It looks like it’s been torn hastily from a notebook, and it says, in bold, capital letters: ‘CALL ME STUPID!!’

You take the note from Rafayel sheepishly, your lips parted in surprise. How did it—? Wait. “Those kids!” you exclaim, thinking back on your walk home from work. “Oh I knew they were spouting bullshit when they said they saw a Wanderer!”

Your dish-washing companion doesn’t seem impressed by your lightbulb moment. He’s watching you, confusion etched across his face, but you can see right through it. “Rafayel!” you slap a soapy hand to his chest, “you had to call me stupid that many times before telling me?”

“I thought you wrote it. Pet names can be weird sometimes— I don’t know what you’re into.”

He’s still acting. Still lying. Fine, two can play at that game.  

You fall deathly silent, turning back to the sink to retrieve the bowl you’d dropped in there the last time he’d called you your new ‘pet name’. “I guess it suits me,” you mumble, half to yourself.

“What d’you mean, cutie?”

He can call you cutie as many times as he wants; you’re out for blood. You give the bowl another once-over with a sponge. “Some hunter I am. Can’t even tell when some kids are messing with me.”

Rafayel frowns. “Hey, it’s been a long week, yeah? You’re just tired.”

“Tired,” you echo, and you drop the bowl back into the water with a dramatic plop. “Tired? No. I’m exhausted. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I work, there’s always… something. To make me feel like an idiot. To make me feel… stupid.”

“Hey,” Rafayel tries again, and his voice is fraught with worry. “Don’t say stuff like that. You’re not stupid. I’m stupid. I’m supposed to make you feel better and instead I was just screwing around. I’m sorry, ok? Don’t be sad. Please?”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, resting his chin on the top of your head. You don’t give in, not at first, but then you hug him back. “Thanks, Raf. I’m ok— really.” You hear his phone buzz from where he’s left it on the counter. “You should go. Thomas will kill you if you’re late.”

“Nah, he needs me,” the artist chuckles. “You get first dibs, though. You sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“Yeah,” you laugh quietly back; your heart not quite in it. “Quiet night in, remember? Go on. Go.”

He steps away from you, though not before planting a light kiss on your cheek. “I’ll make it up to you when I get home,” he says, collecting his phone and the rest of his things. He gives you another kiss when he’s done, dodging your efforts to shoo him away. “Miss you already, cutie.”

“Go!”

And he does as he’s told this time, no matter how listlessly. It’s sweet he wants to stay and make things better, but he already has— he just doesn’t know it yet. It wasn’t the hug. It wasn’t the apology. You lean back against the counter with a smirk, savouring the view as he leaves.

It might have something to do with the note you’ve stuck on his back.

…

Rafayel retrieves the note the moment he closes the door behind him, stuffing it smugly into his pocket. He’ll have a story ready for you, by the time he gets home, about just how much you humiliated him. About how he walked around for a good hour before Thomas spotted the note and gave him a lecture about his ‘image’.

He smiles to himself; he’s a really good boyfriend.

Sylus 🩸

“You should know better than to keep me waiting, sweetie.”

Oh, great. This is just what you need.

You peek over the saddle of your motorcycle from where you’re crouched behind it. “Hey, Sylus,” you greet. The man is watching you, his arms folded. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Sorry?” he repeats, an eyebrow raised sceptically. “What— no ‘patience is a virtue, Sylus,’ no ‘oh please, Sylus, we both know you’ve nothing better to do?’”

You had disappeared behind your bike again, but you steal another glance at him. “Wow,” you marvel, “is this what you did before we met? Have arguments with yourself?”

“More or less,” he smiles dryly, then shrugs: “I’m not bad, as far as sparring partners go. You of all people can vouch for that. Besides, what were my other options? Mephisto?” He laughs. “Luke and Kieran?” He laughs harder.

“I’d rate Mephisto above you,” you add distractedly, no longer looking at him.

“Is that right?” he purrs, and it’s very obvious he doesn’t believe you.

He sounds close— too close— so you stand, re-entering his eyeline so he doesn’t come closer. Gods, this is embarrassing. Those stupid kids; he’s gonna have a field day if he finds out. “Yeah.” You wipe your hands slowly with a cloth, disguising the fact that your mind is scrambling. “The things that bird comes up with, just… scathing, honestly. Emotionally devastating.”

“Oh really?” Sylus tuts. “That’s awful. I can’t imagine where he gets it from.”

You smile back at him, resting your hands on your hips. You do feel bad, actually; you’d completely forgotten you were supposed to meet him this morning for breakfast before work. He’d received no texts to cancel. No calls. How long was he waiting at that sweet little café you’d picked out?

Then again, this morning isn’t really going to your plan, either.

“Something wrong with your bike?” he asks, because he’s already figured out that much. “Besides the usual, I mean.”

Your smile drops. Your whole act drops. “It’s nothing, Sylus.”

“You’ve already stood me up this morning, sweetie. Are you really going to lie to me, too?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. Fine. “Some kids graffitied it, ok?”

“This piece of junk? Really?” He toes the front wheel of it, then catches onto the withering look you’re sending him. “Oh no,” he tries again, with absolutely no enthusiasm, “what a dreadful crime against such an advanced, state-of-the-art vehicle.”

Prick. You keep the label behind tight lips as he wanders around the motorcycle to join you, assessing the damage. You’re stood by a bucket of water and the litany of rags you’ve used to try to scrub it clean— each one a testament to your failure. The sight alone makes you want to burst into tears. The skin of your hands is pink. Raw.

You feel cheated; you wish you were at that café right now.

Sylus taps a finger against his cheek, eyes narrowed pensively. They’re spoiled for choice of what to look at: misspelt obscenities, a generous number of crude symbols. All in permanent marker, naturally. “An improvement, wouldn’t you say?”

“I wouldn’t say. No.”

“Art is subjective.”

“Yeah? So is your face.” Not your best effort. Sylus glances up at you, amused. “Shut up,” you dismiss proactively. “Besides, this is my work vehicle. I can’t ride around Linkon on this. It would be—”

“Too staggering a blow to your professional reputation,” he finishes like he’s bored.

“This isn’t funny, Sylus.”

He points at a particularly chaotic drawing of a penis. “It is.”

You smack his hand away. “It’s not.” Your voice wobbles, ever so slightly betraying you. This is serious; you could get in trouble. You stare down at the graffiti, despair setting in.

Keys dangle in front of your eyes. “Here. Borrow my bike.”

“You’re joking, right?” You swat at them. “You really think that’s gonna help? Me— rolling up to work on a bike that costs twice my annual salary?”

“Twice? That’s cute, kitten.”

You glare at him, any guilt you felt about standing him up long gone. “Can you just stop? Being you? For like, two seconds? Please? This is the last thing I need today, Sylus. I’m gonna be late. I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of everyone. And worst of all? I was actually looking forward to seeing you this morning. Before all of this—” you gesture dejectedly at your bike— “all of this shit happened.”

Sylus is looking back at you, his arms crossed again. He does nothing for a few, slow seconds, and it’s just long enough to make you feel like you’re overreacting. Then he leans over, running a hand across your bike, and you watch as the graffiti flakes and lifts, turning to ash under the influence of his Evol.

He brushes his hands together when he’s done, straightening with a hmph and a self-satisfied smirk. Content (more than content— thoroughly impressed with himself) he turns back to you. Your bottom lip has dropped in surprise and he chuckles, reaching a finger to lift your chin. “You can thank me later, sweetie, and I intend to spend the entire day thinking about how you might. Don’t disappoint me, hmm?”  

You’re still silent, and it takes him a moment to realise you’re bristling with something other than awe and adoration. He frowns. “Sweetie?”

The second ‘sweetie’ breaks you, and not in the way he wants. You slap his chest, hard; he doesn’t really feel it.

“Sylus! You could have done that the whole time?!”

Caleb 🍎

“Sit still, dear.”

Sit still? How are you supposed to sit still when you’re brimming with rage? Every inch of your body is tense, waiting, yearning for you to spring into action. It wants you to retaliate. It wants revenge.

“I can’t, Grandma,” you whine, crossing your arms as if to hold yourself back. You’re still fidgeting on the chair as she navigates your hair with her scissors. “This sucks. Everything sucks. The only thing that could make this worse is if—”

You hear the front door swing open, then closed. Why couldn’t you keep your mouth shut?

Sure enough, Caleb strolls into the kitchen mere moments later. “What’s happenin’ here?” he asks, dropping a bag of groceries onto the countertop.

“Nothing,” you mumble. “Grandma’s giving me a haircut, that’s all.”

“Ok. So what’s actually happening here?” he tries again. He’s known you forever, after all; he can tell when you’re lying.

You swing a foot out at his shin as he tries to step closer. Nuh-uh. No investigating. No sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. “Nothing,” you hiss again. “Gods, Caleb. What’s your problem?”

“You’re my problem, pipsqueak.” He uses his foot to push yours away. “At least Gran’s on my side—” his amethyst eyes seek her— “can you tell me what’s going on? Please? Pretty please?”

A hand breaks their eye contact. “You don’t have to answer that, Grandma.” You glare Caleb down. “The DAA has no authority here.”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t.”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t.”

Grandma sighs; she’s had far too many years of this. “You know Mr and Mrs. Lee’s children? Down the road? Well, they—”

“Grandma!” You round on her. How long did she last— all of three seconds? You bitterly regard Caleb, your voice dark with resentment: “They put gum in my hair, ok?”

“Really?”

“Yeah." He wanted the truth, didn’t he? “They lured me in with some nonsense about a Wanderer. I didn’t realise until, well, until…” You wave at your hair. “Too late.”

He considers the story, then shrugs. It’s clearly not as thrilling as he was anticipating, because he disappears from the kitchen, leaving you and Grandma in peace once more. The silence is as uncomfortable as it is sudden. You’d expected laughter— a lot of laughter. Teasing. Maybe even a shot at how gullible you are.

You release an uneasy breath, resting your head back on the chair.

“Sit still,” Grandma repeats, nudging you, prompting you to sit up straight. “I’ve almost got it. Just one more… here!” There’s a decisive snip.

“Thanks, Grandma.” You slump again, staring up at the ceiling.

You’re not sure what you’re waiting for. Maybe for the blush of your cheeks to cool, or for a Wanderer to spring out of the floor, killing you, so you can be dead and not so embarrassed. You hear heavy footsteps— Caleb returning— and you really wish the Wanderer would hurry up.

“Caleb…” Grandma’s tone is wary. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”  

You readjust your head so you can look at him. He’s clutching what must be a dozen rolls of toilet paper; they’re piled up to just below his chin, almost spilling out over his arms. “How about it, pipsqueak?” he asks as he struggles to balance them. “A little team-up between the DAA and The Association— wanna do your part in reclaiming your neighbourhood?”

Now that’s more like it. “Fuck yes! Sorry, Grandma.”

You’re really as bad as each-other. She tuts reproachfully as you leap out of your chair, and she's disappointed, but not surprised.

[todayimfour]

AGERE SOOS!!

BECAUSE I CANT HANDLE HOW YALL HAVE IGNORED MY BOY

And headcannons because mwah I love you 💕

I feel like he'd just describe his regression as "having some kid time"

Okay so no set age range, he's just a kid! Sometimes he's younger than others but he's fairly self sufficient.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be babied!! And his regression is absolutely triggered (positively) by important people doting on him.

Grandma made cookies? "Sweet!! Thanks granny :)" Stan nodded approvingly at a repair he did? An almost silent "yuss"

He absolutely made a copy of Stan's hat out of paper and got really sad when the marker he used made the paper wet and thin so it didn't stay up right, but then he got the idea to use red construction paper and oh yeah it's coming together now!!

He's got one of those pens with a bunch of colours and uses it to doodle little ninja dudes on sticky notes, they're all cutting fruit and he leaves the sticky notes everywhere.

Also it's fun to take apart and put back together as a fidget.

"hey dudes I found this pen with like- nine different colors. I could draw so many fruit ninjas with this- like apples or strawberries or.. hey I need to look up more fruits!"

His regression isn't very noticeable if that makes sense? Like he's just so openly regressed like half the time that no one bats an eye when he does something childish because 'thats just how Soos is'

He's got a favorite cup and it's an off brand snack cup that has the spot for your snacks built into the lid. Stan bought a bunch for the store with the mystery shack logo and one had a defect so he let Soos keep it

He uses it basically every day, all the time, everywhere. "It's just so convenient!!"

Throughout the series (or I guess as summer progresses) Stan gets closer with Soos and I think this plays into Soos's regression in a positive way. Stan doesn't exactly become his caregiver but he watches for Soos, makes sure he's doing okay and draws with him from time to time.

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