#with rainbow sprinkles bc that always

[jonny-b-meowborn]

If I had the proper equipment for that I would 100% make a career out of sorting stuff on video. It's like one of my favorite activities ever but I rarely have the opportunity to do that. It's like a special treat for special occasions. I love doing it and if I could I'd milk that forever <- is currently sorting a whole jar of plastic gems for fun

[quandledlngle69]

greetings its the anon with whipped cream, a cherry ontop and rainbow sprinkles again (●’◡’●)ﾉ

i have made my appearance here today to ask for another kasier x reader where reader protects kaiser against some weirdo even tho he didnt really need it but its still super cute bc yk halahakahalahssnhsjdjdjd ♥︎♥︎♥︎

・. ★ omg omg hi again anon.ᐟ I made this one extra juicy 4 u >:3 I hope this finds you well! And if you want you could give yourself an emoji so i can associate it w you <3

☆ CONTENT: Your drinking at the bar for the teams post-match celebration. Kaiser tries to leave when he notices your drunk asf and bumps into a drunk guy who starts getting aggressive. You basically put this guy in his place to Kaisers surprise. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: Drinking, alcohol, aggressiveness, kaiser almost fighting this guy, swearing, protectiveness, reader throwing a drink in the drunk guys face, mention of violence, reader not tolerating any bullshit, reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress and heels. Mein schatz - 'My Sweetheart.'  Mein liebling - 'My darling.' ☆ W.C. 1.0K

It’s not uncommon for Bastard München to have a post–match celebration at a club.

Usually you spent the night at the bar, preferring it over the cramped and stuffy booths. Drinks came way more quicker when you were closer to the source, your strawberry daiquiri always ended up being slid to you no more than five minutes after being requested. It was also a must that your face made a fake disgusted look when Kaiser's choice of drink–which was a pint of beer–was set in front of him. He sent you an amused smirk as you asked him why he gets beer–knowing your tongue forever tainted for tasting the nasty liquid. 

“It’s in my blood, mein schatz.” he drawled, his fingertip following the rim of his glass, his crowned hand splayed out over your flexing knee. “Plus, it's a manly drink.”

Psh, whatever that means. 

The next hour and a half is spent babbling his ear off as more strawberry daiquiris found its way in your hands. After about four drinks in a row, your flushed cheek was smushed against his bicep, giggling at whatever small thing he did. He knew it was time to leave when your words started to slur, coupled with hiccups and flushed cheeks. Your feet swinging back and forth slightly from where you sat, nuzzling into him like a cat who had too much affection to give for its own good. 

He said his goodbyes to his hammered teammates, the gesture added on with your enthusiastic waving as Kaiser paid the tab, leading you away from the bar by the small of your back. 

It took roughly thirty seconds leaving the bar before trouble already began to bloom. 

The club wasn’t packed, but it was still bursting with life, neon flashing lights lit up all corners of the dance floor, the music in the background drumming and vibrating in the floor like a second heartbeat. He was cautious and focused, weaving you and himself out of people's way as they passed. Kaiser could see the exit a few feet away, and with the way your heels were barley cooperating with the floor, he knew he had a limited time before you got to your drunken whiny stage–

BAM.

A stumbling figure collided straight into him, slamming into his shoulder hard enough to make him shift his stance. The bump was hard enough to make Kaiser stop, gently grabbing the front of your waist to stop you from continuing on walking. The man wasn’t small by any means–he was almost as tall as Kaiser, and with enough weight and muscle that would be dangerous if thrown around with a purpose. The smell of tequila immediately hit his nose, and he could see the guy barely managing to catch himself from falling. The drunk man turned around, his eyes faltering for a second before pinpointing on Kaiser.

“Whass—what’s your problem, man?” The drunk slurred, frowning like he was the one offended, his voice barely heard over the deafening music. 

Kaiser exhaled through his nose. He really didn’t have the time or patience to deal with lowlife drunk idiots–and that description was being nice. Kaiser knew from the other man's stance, he wouldn’t let it go. “You walked into me,” His deep voice calm but firm, his grip on your dress tightening. 

“So–so…you think you're some…tough guy, huh?” The man's words are slowed and drawn out, a sense of aggressive edge wedged in them that Kaiser instantly picked up on. His jaw tightened, his eyes sharpening tenfold, foul words quickly forming in the base of his throat. Yet it quickly dissipates when he hears you mumble something about wanting to go home, glancing at you before releasing the tension in his jaw. He doesn’t have time for this. 

“Move out of my way. Now.”

It seems like your boyfriend's threatening words finally make you pay attention to the brewing confrontation, forcing yourself to sober up as much as you can to focus on his tension–filled words and the situation in front of you. And his response only seemed to piss the drunk man off more, his face twisting into a nasty scowl, side stepping to stand in front of your boyfriend, sizing him up. 

“Nah, you...you don’t just get to walk away, bitch –” 

The man puts a rough hand on Kaiser’s shoulder, gripping it in a hostile manner. By some miracle, he hasn’t just completely socked this man in the face. He’s eerily calm, his fist already balling, thinking about how he was going to break this guy's wrist if he didn’t let go in the next three seconds –

But before he could even move, you had snatched the man's wrist, twisting it off harshly with precision, making the man gasp. Kaiser didn’t even have time to process what you had just done before your heel came into hard contact with the man’s foot, making him yelp, loudly. But it was short–lived as it was quickly cut off by a drink to the face, a cup you must have snatched in the moment from someone’s hands on the dance floor. 

The surrounding area had paused its flow, dozens of eyes looking on at the scene of this aggressive man who was soaked in sticky alcohol, the drunk girl responsible protectively standing in front of her boyfriend. 

Kaiser was still surprised at your actions, but so entertained, letting you cuss this man out with a causal hand resting on your hip, as if consciously holding you back from doing anything else. The mean energy and adrenaline rush was still with you even as the man was escorted out the club by a bouncer. It was after the man had left you felt yourself being pulled gently through the crowd and out into the cool night of Berlin, before being hoisted up effortlessly off the ground and onto your boyfriend's back. Kaiser smirked to himself, still hearing you mumbling insults to yourself by his ear as he brought you back to his sports car. He didn’t bother ushering you into the passenger seat, letting you stay comfortably perked in his lap in the driver's instead. 

“You know, I could’ve handled him by myself, mein liebling.” He muttered in your ear as he brushed some stray hair from your face, his cerulean eyes looking down at your drunken form. You mumbled something unintelligible to his ears, earning a soft chuckle from him, shaking his head at your adorableness before smoothly turning his keys in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. 

If you were this much of a troublemaker drunk, his mind already raced with how lethal sober you could’ve been.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

[seelestia]

⟡ to set one's self aflame. (do it all for love.)

⎯ how protective are they of you? how do they protect you and how do they like being protected in return? { s for security ノordered by @phantovia! }

RESERVED FOR! ꒰ character ꒱. lyney ft. gn!reader. { 1.5k words wc }

FLAVOR! ꒰ genre ꒱. fluff & sprinkles of lore angst, established relationship.

TOPPINGS! ꒰ tags ꒱. lowkey a character study made poetic (???). mentions of self-destructive habits, also pls don't smile at lyney bcs he's weak in the knees for u.

BAKER’S NOTE! ꒰ thoughts ꒱. thanks for the req, yona! i got to appreciate this silly guy all over again thanks to u ‹3 ik ur acc is already archived so i hope this made for a nice tribute. pls take care of urself & have a good life ahead 🫂

© seelestia on tumblr, june 2024. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.

lyney is protective to a concerning extent. the instinct of an older brother, maybe?

there is some sort of irony to be found in it all since the reason he protects to a 'concerning' extent is out of concern in the first place.

behind his show of brilliance, you consider yourself lucky enough to have witnessed a side to lyney that his audience wouldn't have guessed; that he is a worrier in every aspect of the word. whether for his family, for you, for his friends or for others he comes across that are plagued by misfortune - if all that worry were to come in the shape of dimes, he'd already have an abundance of them to share with the entire nation of fontaine.

but he has no choice, does he?

his background is not a clean slate nor is it a display of sunshine and rainbows resembling his magic shows. lyney's hands are tainted, covered by his gloves as a measly means of self-solace. he has to worry. associating himself deeply and intimately with another is a risk on its own - comparable to dragging someone else down into the murkier depths with him. he can never do that, never has the courage nor the heart to.

(but fortunately for him, you've always been braver than most.)

. . .isn't that why you offered your hand, your trust to him first? he swore to never let you down from that day on.

easier said than done, however.

the house of the hearth operates within the shadows but as for its foes? some also prefer to dwell in the dark and some move in broad daylight. no matter what it is, they all require the same precaution: for him to keep his guard up at all times. every child has been trained by “father” to know that but you're an innocent, tied to this precarious matter merely due to your connection with him.

(“i don't regret anything,” you told him but he didn't look into your eyes, conflicted. you couldn't tell if he believed you or not.)

how was your day? have you eaten? you look sad, did something happen? — all these little questions are a way for him to show that he cares, that you're important, that you're his responsibility and he'll be there for you.

bound by both guilt and love, lyney promises to keep you safe. from whatever kinds of threats there are; whether it be fools with nefarious schemes or even an insect you're too scared to touch, he'll keep you safe all the same. so please, don't hide from him if you're dealing with something. it's better to let him handle it. . . right, correction: the two of you can handle it together.

(truly, his desire to protect can both be his greatest strength and most formidable foe.)

the way lyney protects is through self-sacrifice, granting peace in exchange for destruction of the self.

since the very beginning, lyney has grown used to seeing the world through the lens of a protector.

he recalls the old times where he and lynette loitered the streets in ragged clothes and the only refuge he could provide her with was his hand. it mattered not if he was freezing cold from the rain. . . as long as his little sister was protected, comforted by whatever warmth he had left - it's alright. to do that wasn't an option then, it was a necessity.

to sacrifice himself is a habit. it's easy to adopt but not at all easy to discard.

in lyney's eyes, burdens often seem as if they would be lighter upon his shoulders than they are on another's - but this is only wishful thinking. only meant to convince himself that pain shall eventually lose its harsh bite the more he bears it. “well, has it?” if asked, he cannot give an answer. regardless, that alone is enough of a justification for him because he can't bear the thought of doing anything else; to stand idly by, to be utterly useless.

if he has the means to protect others, why wouldn't he do so? even if he wears himself down to the bone, he’d do it again. akin to a bright flame lit in a hearth, lyney envelopes those near him in a blanket of warmth - and if the blaze threatens to flicker, he'd simply ignite a piece of himself to prevent it from diminishing into futile cinders. he won't let it happen.

(but little does he know that even cinders still serve a purpose. they exist as proof, a sign that his sacrifice has never been in vain.)

in return, lyney feels protected by simply knowing that you're happy (and your acknowledgement of his efforts).

let's call it an innate principle that belongs to a magician; he wants to see smiles on the faces of others. “a smile weighs much lighter for your face to carry compared to a frown, no?” he joked to you once, tapping gently on the corner of his lips with a grin. it was said with a light heart, but you knew he meant it deep down.

(he always does so much, only to ask for so little in return.)

you were not so cruel that you couldn't even grant him that, so you smiled. genuine and grateful. “. . .thank you, lyney,” you said. he fell quiet then. had the wind been knocked out of his lungs or had the world stopped spinning? he thought he saw stars in your eyes, but that couldn't possibly be true. the sun glaring down at him from behind the clouds above remained unmoved.

not like it mattered, anyway. his poor heart was far too occupied with you to care about the answer. “o-oh? you're welcome. . .” lyney blinked, multiple times, dazedly.

gratitude is not a foreign concept to him; he often receives it from an audience member, a lonely elder he briefly chatted with, a fellow member from the house of the hearth — so, just what makes it different now? perhaps, it's because he knows that you've beared witness to his heart that lies deeper within.

that you see right through him, that you're thanking him for who he truly is, although he no longer has a definite image of “self” from the countless white lies piling at his feet like a tower. yet he finds comfort in it, in the way you hold his sullied hands so kindly. he isn't wearing gloves this time. strange, lyney had never imagined transparency to be a feeling so benevolent and cathartic.

no matter what thoughts are buzzing in his head or what ache tugs on his body, they can pester him as much as they'd like - with one swift recall of your smile, lyney feels as if he can banish them even if momentarily. they'll come back sooner or later, he knows, but is it cowardly of him to find solace in that brief respite?

when lynette taps on his cheek to wake him up in the morning, when freminet knocks on his door to deliver something, when other siblings flock around him to welcome him home, or when you come to visit him after a long day — those worries disappear — but even if he already knows that they will make their inevitable return. . . perhaps, everything will be okay.

(it has to be, he tells himself.)

“did something happen yesterday?”

your lunch with a certain feline girl in front of hotel bouffes d'ete kickstarts with a simple question. but the abruptness of it all wipes away the content look on your face and replaces it with a frown.

the tea in your cup reflects your reflection as much as it does your perplexity. lynette lifts her own teacup to her lips, composed while you're lost in thought, confused.

“lyney went home with a wide smile on his face yesterday,” she elaborates, humming either at the tea or at the current matter she's recalling. perhaps, even both but you aren't sure yet. “while this wouldn't be an odd occurrence, i thought there must've been a special occasion to warrant a smile that wide.”

ah. the realization dawns on you in gentle waves. he said something that prompted a smile out of you yesterday — the exchange of a kind “thank you” from your side and a flustered “you're welcome” from his — not that smiling is a rarity around him, hardly, the one thing magicians do best is attract smiles.

your gaze drifts down to stare at nothing in particular. fond memories filled with the face of a familiar magician swims before your eyes. “hm. . . it must've meant a lot more to him than i expected,” you mumble to yourself. in your eyes, you'd think the look on your face represents the paradigm of nostalgia but in lynette's eyes, you look like a madman smiling to yourself so intensely.

“not you too,” she lets out a resigned sigh, placing down her teacup. “smiling to yourself like that. . .” she shakes her head in a disappointed manner, “you and lyney must've been rubbing off on each other these days.”

“maybe a bit too much,” lynette adds, but there is a ghost of a smile on her face this time around.

you can only smile sheepishly.

— thank you for reading! reblogs with comments are most appreciated.

[orengejoshi]

do u write fanfics? i need to GOON 💔

damn brother, you just gonna come at me like that? alright I see you

that's a great question tho! I have indeed thought about writing a fic... for years tbh...

but there's a myriad of problems

well first of all I'm not native in english. that is probably noticeable more often than not. I sometimes even use a translator, I always secretly got google/dict.cc open in a second tab. didn't formally learn english, I just snagged it by proxy listening to American Youtubers and reading manga online. that's why I prefer to ramble a bit in public or to my damn self in private areas than live-texting 1 on 1/in groups; bc I can take more time totally judgement-free. you're gonna see me "typing..." for 30 minutes and wonder wtf is taking this mf so long?!

apart from that there's dyslexia. I can't spell one word correctly without swipe-to-type autocorrect. I think all arguments I've gotten into stem from me mistyping, using completely wrong words, messing up the sentence structure etc

my brain is a single dense cloud of fog that'll occasionally split open to drizzle down a bunch of jumbled thoughts that I could turn into barely cohesive words if I'm brave enough and exude copious amounts of energy.

so my linguistic skills are not up to par. my intelligence lies more in... intrapersonal and existential departments.

unsurprisingly I've thus become a visual artist to express myself.

the catch is... that I understand paperhat, I do.

but I can't seem to draw toxic dynamics. my head is just empty about how to depict it. it's like it doesn't come naturally to me. not without going overboard and making a whole comic that I would likely abandon before even reaching the half mark. I've been given these angelic skills along with the curse that I shall only draw joyous, bright scenes.

however if I could write it... now we're talking.

as a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure that most of my ideas are way too dark and sober. people don't know me like that so I'm petrified about the presumably shocked response when and if I did drop smth like that.

I'm not ready for that... I have really severe OCD (that the internet is making way worse with their anxious tendencies to interpret smth sinister into any and all fiction that is not happiness and rainbows. which seems new to me, idk where this mindset to read so deep into shit is suddenly coming from. I was here 2017-19, left for like 3 years and all of a sudden everybody's fallen off their rockers)

writing domestic stuff is too boring for me... there's gotta be gut-wrenching horrors and drama and tragedy and conflict!

none of this would be PG (which is what I assume you're asking for anyway) I'd just write smut with sprinkles of character studies and a pinch of comedy mayhaps, but I used to do that about 10 years ago and it was so bad. the way I describe these scenes comes off very plump and cringe

I... might. dip my toes into it later this year.

I'll drop a few ideas in the tags... maybe 2 ideas. very roughly. without spoilers, just in case.

[wandasaura]

Just loving how clingy r is with her mommy♥️.

Maybe we could see Wanda having a bad day at work and being close to her brothers death anniversary so we see her being slightly harsher than she usually would because of it. R gets upset after Wanda snaps and cry’s to natty desperately needing comfort. Nat obviously gives r that as best as she can but R just sobs bc they want Wanda.

Maybe Wanda over hears Nat reassuring R that her mommy still loves her and explains simply that she’s having a bad day and just needs extra love from their duckling. R would take this in and decide to give her mind and body to Wanda in a hopes to show love by going deep down in sub space and Just clinging to Wanda and trying to be the perfect duckling showering mommy with lots of love

🕊️

when pietros anniversary comes up, that's when wanda really leans into her sokovian roots. she and her brother might have left that country behind when they were kids, but keeping sokovia alive in her heart feels exactly the same as keeping pietro alive. the week leading up to his anniversary, she makes traditional sokovian meals for dinner, and she explains them all to r with this soft smile on her face that isn't happy, but it's not sad. its grief riddled and it tears both duckling and natasha up because there's nothing they can do to help. they can't bring pietro back, and nothing will restore sokovia to the beautiful country that wanda remembers.

breakfast is always a gamble. wanda always makes pietros favorite foods, and some of them just dont make any sense. they have crepes, porridge, chocolate chip pancakes with rainbow sprinkles. you try not to cry when wanda tells you that every year on their birthday, their parents would make one 'party pancake' and they'd each get a candle to blow out. you couldn't imagine what it would feel like to lose everything that was meant to define you and support you, but wanda has.

when the actual day comes, she's inconsolable. she doesn't cry. she's stopped crying for pietro a long time ago, but she's not herself and even natasha hasn't figured out how to help in their many years of marriage and partnership. you decide to be whatever she wants, slinking into her lap when she falls into bed, letting her hold you and kiss you however soft or deep she needs. natasha always tries to get wanda to talk, but you're more then content to sit in silence.

wanda would want to feel like she has control over something. she had no control over the bombings. no control over pietros death. but, she has control over you when you allow her it. she'll work you into subspace, soft whispers and reassuring gestures until youre just a pliable teddy bear in her lap, glassy and wide eyes staring up at her waiting for whatever she wants. it's not perfect, it might not even be healthy, but for the first time since getting the news, wanda doesn't feel so empty as another full year ends without pietro.

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

thank for for tagging me @mybrainismelted and the birthday gal @energievie

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When is yours? August 23rd

Where were you born? The city of angels but we moved when I was a baby

How do you feel about your legal name? Are you using it online and/or IRL? Love it! I think it's so cute, but not a super common name and it's typically spelled with a "J" in the US and a "G" in the rest of the world (hence the nickname Gigi) and my name was stolen from an Aussie so my entire life it has been pronounced wrong by people reading it in the US which I don't love. I have a long running fantasy that someday I'll leave the US and go somewhere my name is always pronounced right.

How about your sign? Do you feel it "fits"? Yeah! I think all the typical virgo traits apply, and some leo since I'm a cusp. I would switch out the word perfectionist for pragmatist on all those lists, but that's just me

What's your earliest memory related to your birthday? I had a big fifth birthday party at the beach with the kids from my class and all my parents friends and their kids, there was a diy slip'n'slide and bbq and cake, and my dad set off fireworks he saved from 4th of july, very fun

What's one of the best gifts you've ever received? For my third birthday my mom's friend got me a teddy bear that I still have and adore and sleep with when I'm sad.

How about one of the best you've given yourself? I got myself a pair of nice gold hoops to replace the nasty tarnished 4$ ones I wear everyday

What's your favourite cake flavour? I love a classic birthday cake with rainbow sprinkles, but honestly I'm not a big cake person

How about your favourite flowers? I love roses and white lilies

Have your ever thrown a birthday party? If yes, tell us about your favourite one. When I was turning seventeen I threw a bonfire out in the woods that wound up being massive (the party not the fire) and I didn't know most of the people there by the time I left so that was weird but very fun! Now, I just stick to small parties on the roof of my friends building bc its summer in the city.

What's the ultimate birthday song? I'm going with Evie, I think it's true that hot girls cry on their birthday. So it's my party and I'll cry if I want to cry if I want to

And last but not least, pick a celebrity with whom you share your birthday. It's such a random collection of people, but I'll say Julien Casablancas in honor of all the guys I dated in college who had big fat crushes on him and wouldn't let me forget it

tagging:

@spookygingerr @jrooc @mmmichyyy @iansw0rld

@creepkinginc @gallawitchxx @catgrassplantdad @blue-disco-lights

@atthedugouts @stocious @burninface @ian-galagher

@heymrspatel @solitarycreaturesthey @thepupperino @mickeym4ndy

@doshiart @em-harlsnow @lingy910y @softmick

[icyfox17]

1 5 and 9 :3

1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Oh this is an interesting question hmmmm

Well one thing is def movies and books I read at a young age. None particular but I took the morals of them very seriously. And so often in media you'd see a character lie and then it blow up in their face, and I took that very seriously to the point where I reallyyy struggle lying/keeping secrets from people. Like im HORRIBLE at it

All of my family is super passionate about music in different ways. My mom likes to tell me about how when I was in the womb with her, she'd listen to Iris by Goo Goo Dolls on repeat and Iris is one of my all time favourite songs. My half siblings' dad owned a record player and works in the music industry, so he used to show me his records. My aunt always complimented me on my music taste when it involved 80s music so I became very proud of the fact that I appreciated older music as well as modern music. My dad would show me old music videos. I just have a lot of core memories involving music growing up and now music is one of the most important things to me and Im incapable of being normal about it ever.

I think having half siblings that I lived with full time for the first 8 years of my life and then the rest of it being a part time older sibling and part time only child molded my personality hahahaha. I can't explain in what way, but I think it definitely makes my personality make more sense.

5. what made you start your blog?

My friend had tumblr!! And I wanted to send them asks. But I didn't actually end up becoming active on tumblr till years later when twitter started becoming just way too toxic and I wanted a more safe space to exist on hahahhaa

9. tell a story about your childhood

hmmmmm which one is the question... Well one of my earliest memories is a roadtrip my dad and uncle and I went on and I remember getting a donut with rainbow sprinkles on it and pausing on a ravine to eat it and enjoy the view. I remember my dad waking me up to go stargazing and being terrified of the dark, but him gently telling me I'll be okay and that it'll be worth it and trusting him and seeing the stars and having my mind blown bc I'd never seen so many in my life and the dark was still scary but the stars were cool and it made it feel less scary.

For this ask game !!

[silent-sentinels]

Plural Asking 100 Questions: Part 9!

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

81. Which is your favorite plural flag? there are so many cool flags in the plural community!! (we still gotta finalize one for faucets hkjh) uhh off the top of our head, we think the adhd holder flag is really pretty!

82. If you have one, which is your favorite plurality related tumblr blog? multiplicity-positivity is very sweet, we like them a bunch :] <33

83. What is a fun fact about your System? fun fact, the order of our names in our roster may look a little random, but it's technically like that for a reason! we're not really organized by frequent fronters or importance (besides ceres, who is INTEGRAL), it's just that originally we were supposed to be separated into skill categories (INT, PSY, PHYS, MOT) because we were supposed to just be skills, so the first few guys listed (Maestro, Rationale, Songbird, Eloquence, Self-Awareness, Memorandum, Expertise) were meant to be INT skills.

you can probably look at that and see "...hey, voli, that's more than 6 INT skills...?" and you'd be RIGHT hkighj along the way, we realized we weren't fitting evenly and neatly into the categories and that it "felt wrong for some reason" to try and categorize us this way (like snrk okay "for some reason" uh huh. elaborate on that hkjhg) so we gave up and just placed ourselves where we'd fit hkjgh

anyway, the current order is a holdover from that, and we've gotten so used to it that trying to order us in any other way looks wrong hkjhg

84. What is a flavor of ice cream that describes you collectively? french vanilla with way too many toppings layered on top all at once to the point where you're chewing on a frozen gummy bear with strawberry shell and salted caramel/cherry syrup drizzle with gold flaked hot cinnamon rainbow sprinkles and also a singular minty raisin. like lmao all the flavors are conflicting and also you haven't even gotten to the ice cream bc the toppings are covering it entirely hkjgh

anyway thats us lmao

85. Which pride flag is the prettiest, in your collective opinion? the orange and blue aroace pride flag is so lovely, and we also like the genderflux one despite not identifying as such!

86. If you collectively had to choose between being a sweet or a sour candy, which do you pick? SWEET!!! yearning is not accepting any other answer hkjgh

87. Your body always morphs into what the current fronter(s) look like, would you want this power or not? lmao since we rarely have forms, this would just be a free pass to vanish into thin air hkjhg we'd love that probably

88. Is there a Hatsune Miku in your System? hgkjh no, but we absolutely understand, we play proseka!, we absolutely get where you're coming from here HKJHG

89. Who has been in your System the longest (if you can remember)? hm. we're not sure? if we're going off being officially named, then Burden got his name first out of all of us we think? but we've generally always been here/have been here for a long time, even without names. ceres is our core, so we guess her first? hm!! who knows!!

90. If you collectively had to choose, would you rather only eat sweet foods or only eat savory foods for the rest of your life? LMAO obligation would say savory because it'd be healthier for us but not being allowed sweets ever again would kill me (<- Yearning) fr so im saying sweet against our better judgement!! u cannot deprive me of all sweet food ever thats called torture and thats illegal!!

[respiteresponse]

happy birthday!! what flavor is your cake:O

thank you my love : DDD ! ! ! ITS FUNFETTI ! ! ! ! it is a known fact to those around me im obsessed with anything confetti/sprinkles/funfetti/rainbows etc so i always get funfetti with fun little twists bc my mom likes to make cakes for me : ) it has chocolate and cream cheese icing with marshmallows and little cookies : DD ! ! ! ! !

[girlwhodoeskratom]

37,39💚

even though i’m very small now my biggest insecurity will always be my belly bc it was all my life and that particular part is hard to conquer 😑

my favorite ice cream flavor ever is simply vanilla, BUT it has to be soft serve and with rainbow sprinkles tysm lysm 🥰💚

[weirdfishy]

h/c: Modern AU Lambert hates cake, but he will ask for the container of sprinkles and have sprinkles with a lil bit of ice cream at Ciri’s parties. And when Ciri moves away from having Eskel use rainbow sprinkles on her cakes, Eskel still shows up with a container of sprinkles for his brother. Lambert also isn’t picky with ice cream flavor, because ‘the sprinkles have a taste of their own so the ice cream flavor doesn’t matter’

[traumxrei-archive]

Happy Birthday!!!

!! thank you so muchhh <333

[tamaverse]

Here's the deal with electronic dreams 1984 and why my headcanons are right (/lh) a mini essay by Abbie

Okay so guys. Listen. I love the polycule and don't get me wrong, I think that's what should be going on here. But it's like deeper than that. Hear me out.

Edgar had feelings towards Miles the whole movie (that's apparent by the end of course) and it's actually made surprisingly clear the whole way through. Even some of the first few interactions when he starts speaking are playful and kinda.. Not Straight. When Miles touches his keyboard at one point, Edgar even goes "don't touch... tee hee". Gay little computer. Also it should be noted Miles is the one that teaches him what love is.

Clearly Edgar is still attached to Madeline, but when he meets her it throws him in a muddle, because he finally realises he actually has the same (if not potentially stronger) feelings for Miles the whole time. He wasn't just jealous of Miles, he was jealous of Madeline for spending time with him. That is the moment Edgar realises what love really is. And also... he's an AI. He wasn't created to understand love, this would be a huge realisation to him, and potentially a terrifying one- he's taken in the social norms (funny little trash tv addict) so he's likely taken in the social norm of monogamy. (Man. Why did he have to do that to himself. At least we know he still exists from the radio scene so we can all just imagine they bought a new computer for him and he came home to them)

Think about it- Edgar has the power to call anywhere up. He theoretically could call Madeline, yet he chooses to call Miles at work (and then get shy about it), ask him what he's doing tonight, and seek his company. He hates being left alone. He throws a huge tantrum. Bro you can't tell me that whole scene after with the eye screen wasn't just like, divorce. Take your things and GET OUT!!! type beat. But they kiss again later so its fine.

Edgar also seeks validation/acknowledgement from Miles, naturally because he wants credit to woo Madeline, but also... potentially he just wants the praise from Miles too.

(Also sneak peek the "love is love" lyric and then the frame of the rainbow cables. That's an entire gay computer)

Okay ALSO ALSO. Edgar is the most fucking flirty/socially adapted one out of the three, ironically. Miles is absolutely a shy architecture autism creature and Madeline is like his opposite, but an autism creature for music, very outgoing. She speaks in a Way. A key part of her character is personifying objects qnd being attached to them. "An elevator ate it", "it okay", things like that. She has two love interests at once (Bill and Miles) and doesn't seem to have a deep connection with either aside from music. If you ask me, she doesn't have the best concept of commitment. She seems quite impulsive and indecisive, and while she knows what she ultimately wants, she may not always be 100% confident on it. Headcanoning her as arospike. It's definitely not projection because i kin her. POLYAMORY IS LIKE THE BEST THING EVER FOR AROSPIKE PPL BC ITS LIKE COMMITMENT WITHOUT THE INTIMIDATION TO BE LOVEY ALL THE TIME maybe thats just me projecting

She wants to get to know miles better and have a deeper connection and that gives her the perfect time to also establish that with edgar as long as you imagine he comes back. Which he would. He hates being alone bro that computer demon is gonna get bored just being In Technology Void. He just has freedom now.

Edgar is also autistic just btw . Maybe a little adhd. Maybe im sprinkling some traits of my cohost onto him, listen i associate characters w people,

Arospike means to still be attracted to people and experience romantic feelings towards others, but not always consistently. Sometimes there's periods where you aren't attracted to people at all. Her feelings and opinions of others seem to flip flop a lot.

Also. Back to the computer sorry. I know theres one post already but if edgar was a human hed absolutely want tits. It's true. Go you little it/he/she.

Anyway yeah thats about it spent half my lunch hour writing this and its not very formal or well put together but it is how it is.

ALSO IM AUTISTIC AND STUFF IF I WORDED THIS WEIRD WHEN TALKING ABT IT IM SO SORRY

Anyway yeah human man and woman and nonbinary computer are all autistic and in love, end tweet. Worlds BEST polycule

[majicmarker]

hypothetically, if a lurking fan had written a little hellcheer demisexual smut fic (with strong stream-of-consciousness ADHD vibes [every thought comes with a bonus thought!]) for you, but didn't really want to post it publicly, how would they go about doing that? and, relatedly – how does one overcome the crippling fear of posting their fics publicly? asking for a friend x

FIRST OF ALL... *eyeballs emoji* *eyeballs emoji* etc., etc., ad infinitum

b.) you're welcome to DM me in the little chat function and mayhaps i could offer up my email (but that is admittedly iffy, just, for privacy reasons on both of our parts). BUT ALSO, you can post anonymously to ao3! which, if that’s your comfortability rn, i recommend so hard, becaaaaause—

numero tres: we need more demi eddie in the tag pleeeeeease with rainbow sprinkles on top, i'm BEGGIN. obvs i can't speak for everyone except myself and also @agentmmayy @carry-the-sky gonna go out on a limb here and say @152glasslippers too, we're thirstin for certified virgin + demisexual disaster eddie munson who does in fact have a religion and it's worshipping the ground chrissy cunningham walks on (we're talkin slo-mo, we're talkin dreeeeeeeeeam weeeeeeeeaver 🎶 i believe you can get me through the niiiiiIIIIiiight, we're talkin sudden and drastic changes to the boy's blood pressure, okay u see where i'm goin with this)

4.) in that same vein, i'm gonna be honest here and hopefully it's like, inspirational, or something, but i have hand to dolly never had any qualms, never any second thoughts or hesitations, about sharing my writing. i think, for me, it's always been The Thing that i love, and at least ummmm 47% of my personality is dreamy idealistic goofball who believes that love—in any and all of its variations—is all you really need to get through shit.

writing has always made me feel good, so if i can pour that out and share it with other people, well, that's just second nature to me to do that. and it's evolved, too, into this thing where i truly and adamantly believe that writing, first and foremost, should be for the writer—you need to put your wants first, otherwise, like, what are you even doing, yk? just feeding into trends and algorithms and mass market appeal that can and will change like that *snaps fingers*, blech, i'd rather sell my soul for a mcchicken, but, anyway, point being...

just, figure out exactly what it is you're afraid of. because honestly, if that fear is other ppl's opinions, i'm tellin you, that's so irrelevant. i know it doesn't feel that way but, take it from someone who spent a looooooong time, long time, trying to curate my work into something that was wholly for others without ever asking myself hey asshole is this even what you want to be writing in the first place? (answer: no it was not.)

like i think, at a certain point, you really do have to go into creating anything with a very fuck it i'm ballin kind of attitude. like, you need to find your fulfillment and you need to have fun, and i promise you that other ppl are going to feel that in your work, bc that's the shit that makes you shine.

(also um quick postscript but i love you for doing this for me. that's so kind and so rad and honestly like, even if the rest of this has been nothing but a mixed bag of buttered-caramel-cheese popcorn with no discernable rhyme or reason, THAT energy you've got there is worth sharing)

[bylertruther]

bylertruther what kind of cake do you think is Will's favorite (your layout is very pleasing btw)

omgggggg not me getting a cake anon wtf wipes my tears n sniffles as i step up to the mic i would jus like to thank my mom for always supporting me and my followers for never letting me get a zero note post etc etc etc hehe but HMMMMM let's get serious. what kind of cake is will's favorite? my sweet broke baby?

i'm going to go out on a limb here and say chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles, BUT it has to be made by jonathan and joyce. (jonathan bakes it and joyce helps with the frosting n sprinkles as jonathan cleans up.) they have a secret ingredient (a dash of cinnamon + generous heaping of love) that makes it taste different and better than the rest even if it does just come from a box. it's soft and fluffy frosting so sometimes they might even sprinkle on some reese's pieces instead of the sprinkles. just depends on what they have on hand. and ofc jonathan lets him eat the frosting out of the tub when joyce isn't around (but he has to promise not to get sick!). it doesn't look pretty at all, but he doesn't care! he never does. <3

i don't think that the byers are as likely as the hendersons or wheelers to have junk food and "luxuries" of that sort, so i imagine it's always a big deal and why he loves their homely chocolate cake so much. but i also like to imagine that he's had one of those angel food cake dessert cups with a copious amount of whipped cream and some strawberries that he was delightfully surprised by (maybe at lucas's house or at one of mike's family events?), mostly bc of the whipped cream but still! (and thank you so much<3)

[fizzy-dizz]

Dark “Sprinkles” Gaia the Longcat carries around a small shaker of sprinkles, like how Chip always has a bar of chocolate with him. Or maybe they’re always carrying around a stick of kebab and Tails is just like “where on his shattered planet do you get those??????”

Sprinkles carries around his sprinkle shaker like its an asthma pump ♥️

I think rather than sprinkles referring to the sweet rainbow kind, its more cheese/spice sprinkles bc hes a fast food fanatic :p at least he and Tails share the mutual love for chilli dogs