#wholesome ramblings

[foldingfittedsheets]

One time I was ringing up this sweet older gentleman at the sex shop. I no longer remember what he was buying, just that he was in his fifties and radiated a bumbling gentleness that I had enjoyed.

He was chatting with me as he pulled out cash to pay, “You know, I always thought it would be so much easier to meet ladies. But then you meet a girl and you start chatting and they’re never as impressed that I know Captain Kirk’s middle name as I expected them to be.”

I took his payment with a grin and said, “I dunno, Tiberius is an amazing middle name, it was their loss.”

He looked at me with utter awe, radiating a disbelieving joy that I’d parried his quip so effortlessly with Trekkie lore. “If I were thirty years younger…” he’d said, absolutely delighted.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him I was gay to boot, so I just beamed and wished him a good day. He went out the door with a spring in his step and I still smile to think about it.

[fox-guardian]

man this sucks (<- likes a niche character that hardly has any fan content)

[scamperin-shroom]

Classic Zelda games: "So Link doesn't talk because he's meant to resemble you the player 🥰"

Echoes of Wisdom: "Link doesn't talk because his ability to speak was physically taken from him by a dark force"

(edit: since I need people to understand Link can't talk at all. It was forced out of him. It's not a choice. That part of him was consumed)

[jkvjimin]

seven days a week; jungkook's birthday countdown ↳ fri: a bon voyage season I'm attached to

[cr. qdeoks]

[donelywell]

February 29- March 2 2024

The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.

Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.

Part 1

[madbard]

Headcanon that Dust absolutely resents how much he resembles Classic. There are elements of this back in Dusttale, with how Dust prefers to hide his face and identity while building his LV, but this is more out of practicality (and even shame) than anything else. He doesn’t want his victims to recognize him because it’ll make it harder for him to sneak up on people, and a part of him really doesn’t want them to know that he was the one who killed him. The longer this goes on, the more his disguise transforms from a way of hiding his shame to a way of distancing himself from who he used to be. Sans would never kill all those people, but he isn’t Sans anymore. He’s not really a person anymore, he is the act of murder itself. He is Dust.

I think this would get way worse when Dust leaves his AU and enters the multiverse though, because right off the bat he encounters murderers, just like him… who don’t look innocent. Horror, Killer and even Cross are set completely apart from who they used to be. They are scarred and twisted and nightmarish. Looking at them doesn’t trigger memories of a happier, innocent past. They have renamed themselves, taken on a new identity - but for them, this change was physical as well. No one will ever mistake them for Sans.

So Dust wears his hood. He hides his face. He keeps his magic burning constantly, because if he stops his eyes will darken and there will be nothing setting him apart from the monster who died, years ago, the first time a knife ripped through his chest. The others realize it, too… Horror probably wouldn’t care either way. Cross would understand the desire to distance oneself from an old identity, but would ultimately be in a similar boat as Horror. Killer would bring this up to taunt Dust once he realized it bothered him - and would quickly get bored with it. Ultimately, the others would just accept Dust’s refusal to show his face, his hatred of his own voice and reflection, as part of who he is.

I like to imagine that one day, the gang get into a serious combat. It’s vicious and close; both sides are bloody and exhausted by the time it’s over. If one side wins, it’s by a hair, and not much of a victory. In the dazed silence following the battle, Nightmare slowly assesses each of his acolytes, ensuring that they are still alive and intact. When he reaches Dust, he pauses. The assassin is bloodied, slumped over. His HP is steady but low; he’s taken a lot of hits - more than most monsters would have been able to survive. His hand vanishes beneath his hood, carefully inspecting his face. That night, back at the castle, Dust steps in front of a mirror. He takes a deep breath and, for the first time in years, removes his hood to look his reflection in the eye. The combat left deep wounds across his face, injuries that would never heal completely, that would leave him permanently scarred.

Dust looks at his battered reflection and smiles.

[ccycloneblogging]

Have some various doodles of Universal Morning Star, because this poly ship has my full attention right now.

After Joy Kicken belongs to @crazycakeparrotart

Red Rest DogDay belongs to @deleted-va

[forlorn-crows]

thinking about the precious few guitars copia probably has for casual playing & songwriting. an old acoustic. a bass and an electric. maybe one of them he's had for years, even before all this cardinal business came about. maybe one of them is shiny, brand new. a personal reward for himself in place of all those lost awards.

he doesn't play religiously. but he's good enough to transfer his thoughts to sound.

him in his room at all hours of the night with a pad of paper next to him, strumming out tunes as he figures out his next song. alternating between holding the pen in his mouth or the pick.

maybe he had enlisted the help of the 'older' ghouls who trusted him enough to work with him at the beginning, seeking their guidance for how the previous papas did it before him.

and slowly but surely, he finds his own style, bringing his own pack together for brainstorming sessions. it's his vision, sure, but he would never turn down an idea for a lyric or a baseline or a drum fill from his ghouls.

he looks at those guitars now, still in their stands in his office. twirling his new grucifix between his fingers nervously, knowing he may not ever get to pick those up again.

[nightskyfoxyy]

Storytime at the Genoa House

[luna-andra]

Throuple!Gojo x Geto x reader where they always sleep with you in the middle. They take turns holding you by the waist or brushing your hair out of your face when you are facing them. You always try to lay on your back so no one feels left out, but they insist you sleep on your side so you don’t snore (rude🙄). But what tugs on your heartstrings every time is knowing they manage to give each other affection even with you dividing them from one another. They do it more often when they come back from a draining assignment of exorcising and eating curses. Gojo will reach over you and trace soothing patterns on Geto’s arm, and Geto will link his ankle with Gojo’s just to feel closer and secure. You’ll even go the extra mile and scoot yourself down and nuzzle your face in one of their chests so they can exchange loving gazes. You’re not even jealous, you couldn’t be. It's a beautiful display of love and you are so lucky to be part of it. It’s a side you don’t get to see often, and you fight the sleepiness their presence brings so you can etch the memory into your brain and remind them how soft they can be when they’re at each other’s throats.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I had. The most lovely woman as a customer today. She was a clown. She was in her 70’s but couldn’t possibly give up the joy of clowning. And it turned out I’d actually seen her when I was like five at a party.

She was looking to change an order she’d already placed and I was just helping out her and her “friend”. Over the course of things it turned out they were dating. She told me she’d had a crush on him the moment they met but his friend was the one brave enough to ask her out so that was the man she married.

Thirty years later they’d split and he called her up out of the blue to ask her out and she said yes. He was even her sons third grade teacher. It was just adorable. Then she asked to see my hands and tsked when she was my ring because she wanted to set me up with her son. Her fifty year old son.

At the end of my sorting her out she insisted on getting me a drink and brought me a smoothie, a candy bar, and did a little part of her clown act for me. It was a joyous morning.

[shadebloopnik]

I WILL BE SPAMMING SCREENSHOTS TOMORROW I JUST NEED TO SIT DOWN FOR A SECOND HOLY SHIT

BUT

THE WAY IM GONNA MURDER THIS MAN THEN REVIVE HIM TO SHAKE HIS SHOULDERS ONG LMAOOOO

[ventique18]

Crowley as aware Mallepapa theory:

During intraschool matches of any kind, the other staff would notice that Crowley would always be absolutely still in his seat throughout the event. They find it admirable that their jokester of a Headmage actually acts like a sincere Headmage during these moments...

Completely unaware that he's forcing himself to be calm and collected-- just a little more force and he would be shattering his cane to smithereens with how tightly he grips it. Because it's so hard, so extremely difficult to act like an unbiased professor when all he wanted to do was shout at the top of his lungs words like,

"THAT'S MY BOY RIGHT THERE!"

"Of course he crushes all of you. He's Maleanor's son!"

"Struggle all you want. You won't overpower my son. Not in a million years, not when he's got the best genes that faekind-- nay, the entire universe has ever witnessed in its entire history!"

Predictable as the outcome is everytime, he'd still shudder in excitement when the match concludes. More accolades for his perfect boy. He can't wait to show Maleanor, in great detail, how absolutely wonderful her baby boy was.

And she'd laugh and say, "Why of course! He's your son after all."

[en-bitch]

I wish I could see the beauty in myself that others see in me

This is your reminder to grab and (consensually) tie up your friends and infodump on how beautiful they are.

Let them know how much you like their hair, how their voice melts your heart, how their mind is such a wonder, how you would love to feel their embrace, how flawless their style is, how their mere presence brightens your day, how you want nothing else but to caress their chest, how their tummy is the best part of every Tuesday, how amazing their ass is, how much you would like to be in between their thighs (started wholesome but can't help myself getting lewd)

Also.... when they're tied up you should absolutely give them kisses in between compliments, maybe even little bites in the areas you are complimenting at the time

[princescar]

im trying to desperately to come up with a mukaro prompt for you bc she's so underrated but i cant come up with anything interesting. draw mukaro but she's happy. there.

happy muku

[tojisun]

…the corner of the table:

- sitting beside price and having to bend down to pick up a pen you’ve dropped on the floor only to sit upright and find that he’s covered the corner of the table with his hand to dampen the pain in case you bump your head against it

- simon propping you face-down on the desk and forcing your legs to frame the corners of table because you’re so putty in his hold, mewling and gasping, unable to focus on anything else that isn’t his deep voice and rumbling commands. your back is arched oh-so beautifully this way, and simon sidles behind you and ruts his chub between the valleys of your ass

- nikto telling you to rut against the corner of the table for him; to put on a show because you’ve been so impatient and bratty and he’s had enough. “go on,” he says, his eyes dark with something dangerous. “since that’s all y’r gettin’ from me tonight, zaika.” he’s deaf to your hiccuped pleas and warbled apologies