#hehehehehehehe

[lexumpysfunland]

TW: Blood

Respond to this piece: https://www.tumblr.com/lexumpysfunland/748463100750086144/today-youll-have-something-ive-been-gatekeeping?source=share

Me: *thinking* Don’t let my BNHA hyperfixation win.

Also Me: *The Red Means I Love You intensifies*

BUT- Walter's insides aren't red... he isn't macthing with Stanley!! Nauuurrrrrrr

#did you know Walter's insides are black? #it doesn't mean you can injure him but if you were to miraculously do it you'd see it's not red #hehehehehehehe

[lesbiamano]

d'arce and that bunnymask girl ☺️

#fear and hunger #funger #d'arce cataliss #d'arce fear and hunger #her and her bunnymask gf #hehehehehehehe #lesbianification beam

[tangledinink]

[ prev ] the gemini twins' worst fight. [ next ]

#hehehehehehehe #i feel the need to MAAKE #anyway next part soon #i worked on this one to keep myself from finishing the egg one coz im trying to control myself #gemini au #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #disaster twins #rise leo #rise donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt au #rottmnt seperated au #rottmnt sep au #rottmnt separated au #rottmnt comic #fidgetwing

[jell-o101]

BGM - Haunted Mansion Opening Title

TW // Blood / Character Death

Dimenchant and Viola

🖤Prologue// Next part TBA

I may have missed my chance to upload this on the 9th of April, but BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

Hehehehe, I’ve tortured Luigi long enough. It’s Dimentio’s turn :3

#Dimenchant and Viola #Dimentio #Super Paper Mario #SPM #Dimentio spm #hehehehehehehe

[mix0tea]

a couple of arts for today

in Russian and English:3

Yappi:)

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin art #my art <3 #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel vaggie #art #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel chaggie #chaggie #hazbin hotel comic #hazbin hotel husker dust #huskerdust #I'M DONE #HEHEHEHEHEHEHE #silly

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

I'm onto something here... 👀

#vampire!price is making a comeback guys #hehehehe #hehehehehehehe #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #captain price #john price

[iceghosto]

Some recent inks from last week. I got married!! My wife is so cute! 🥰🥰

#my art #ink #were GAY married! #hehehehehehehe

[zfedraws]

🫣

#I have the same character for each companion #art #fan art #bg3 #balders gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #oc x canon #hehehehehehehe #Astarion next cause he’s soooo funny #I have to finish #my first game first

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

*swings legs* some SAGAU thoughts for when you're sick

it's been raining for days.

no one's sure what caused the sudden flood- normally Liyue's storms were quick and short, unless an Adeptus or God had some part in it- but this time it continued for weeks, the rainwater soaking into the soil and pooling in crevices, the canals of the Harbor overflowing into the streets. the people grow worried, turning to the Qixing who have no solutions, and the hidden Rex Lapis investigates in the shadows and uncovers nothing.

Childe simply watches the rain in silence, leaning against the cave wall, the horns of his Foul Legacy form lightly clacking against the damp stone. unlike the rest, he knows the source of the downpour- but it doesn't make it any less worrying.

there's a soft groan behind him, and Childe's head jerks towards the mound of blankets on the floor, hurrying to kneel beside the figure buried beneath the covers- the Creator, his God.

you.

how long have you been sick for? too long- far too long for anyone, but there's not much either of you can do, with the entire nation and beyond hunting for your head. his claws brush your forehead, a low whine slipping from his fanged maw when he feels it burning, just as it was the day before. the Abyss in him howls for revenge- to strike down those who hurt you, those who chased you away, those who forced you to hide in a dark, cold cavern- but a shuddering gasp from you quiets his desire for blood, cooling it to soft, fluttering concern in his chest. your eyes, previously screwed shut in pain, crack open as you look dazedly at Childe's Foul Legacy.

"Ajax...?"

ah. his God uttering his true name in such a gentle tone would normally make his heart soar, but now it simply makes him whimper, knowing you can barely see him through the haze of your sickness. your hand extends out from under the blankets, weakly grasping one of his claws, and in a moment of solemn, fretful reverence, he brings it to his mouth and presses his version of a kiss to your too-warm skin. you shift, attempting to scoot closer, and Childe carefully scoops you and the covers into his arms, resting his chin atop your head as you curl against his chest.

you let out a wracking cough, and Childe has to hold back a sob, instead focusing on purring smoothly to help you sleep, talons mindful of the injuries and bruises that litter your body.

holding his God close, Childe quietly watches the rain thin slightly as you find comfort in his hold.

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #sagau #genshin sagau #i have a sore throat so the obvious solution is to write something to make me feel better #hehe. you can't go get medicine because you're sick and would get struck down #childe can't go get medicine because he doesn't want to leave you alone and his Foul Legacy form is easily noticeable #so he does his best to care for you and make sure you're comfortable #hehehehehehehe #short scenario #wifi's brainrot

[cowboyshit]

#HEHEHEHEHEHEHE #hangman adam page #hangman page #adam page #samoa joe #aew #aewedit #all elite wrestling #mine: gifs #my gifs: hangman adam page #my gifs: samoa joe

[matchstique]

This one’s for you @giantrobotslug .

A surprise gift from @spectra-bear ! >:33333

GET MIKE’D!!

#motorcity #mike chilton #fanart #surprise #I hope ya like it #hehehehehehehe

[cutepotatook]

MAKIN SOMETHIN MWHAHAHAHAHA

and wip of au's art!

#welcome home au #hehehehehehehe #don't kill me pls it's just another silly idea #intrusive thoughts won #wip

[kiwiiimiwiiiii]

I present

Karl discovers The Sims 4

#hehehehehehehe #re8 #resident evil #resident evil village #wintersberg #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #re8 ethan winters #the sims 4 #I can not be stopped #canon event tbh

[twogyuu]

can i get a number 17 with wonwoo and a side of angst please

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

17: "Enemies. Strictly enemies."

genre: fluff, angst(?), childhood rivals to lovers

warnings: profanity

wc: ~1k

a/n: this was inspired by a couple of IG reels i saw of brides running away for SVT and this IG reel about academic rivals.

. . . .

The predicament you are in is truly bizarre - one for the films and people told family stories about.

Yet, you can't help but feel a sense of relief to it all.

To hell with pleasing families, tight and lung constricting gowns, fake smiles until your cheeks ached, and the worst of it all: pretending to be happy and forcing yourself to believe that it'd work with him when you knew deep down, the relationship was doomed when you said 'yes.'

So what if you were sitting on the curb in a tattered wedding dress, the hem uneven from all the tripping as you ran across town and the veil split into two after it got caught in the branches of an elm tree, with Wonwoo?

The night is young. The last few rays of sunshine grips onto the dimming skies, headlights of passing cars in the evening traffic flicker on and make your vision spotty and bright. Girls in their twenties don tight tube tops and short skirts sway their hips down the pavement with their arms linked as they trekked down to the club. You could almost feel the grit and grease from the fast food trucks of the night market lined up across the street.

You let out a long sigh and rest your head on Wonwoo's shoulder. He peers down at you; you half expect him to look away in nonchalance, but he doesn't. You can barely make out his expression in the growing darkness: something between regret and disquietude. He seems to have words to tell and ask you on the tip of his tongue, his Adam's apple bobs as he contemplates, but a few seconds pass and his lips remain sealed.

"Why did you do it?" you finally ask. You suck in a harsh breath. "Object?"

He looks back to the street and you wait eagerly for him to say something.

But he doesn't - Wonwoo only pulls his lips in between his teeth. His gaze falls to his hands, thumbs twiddling against one another.

"Wonwoo," you try again.

Still nothing.

You sit up, your hands still interlocked around his bicep. You squeeze his arm in another attempt to get him to look at you. You were growing desperate - feeling less sure about your decision to leave your wedding with him in a flurry . . . choosing him.

"W-what are we?" you ask. Your voice falters this time, the tone much softer and less certain than prior.

And when he continues to stay silent, you begin to lose hope. Contrition grows; questions of if Kyungsoo would take you back start swirling your mind. Your hands begin to slip off his body as you lean away from him. You start gathering the tule material of your white dress in your fists instead, tears welling up in your eyes.

This was Wonwoo: your sworn enemy since the age of six - what made you think he'd really want you for you?

"Enemies," Wonwoo finally speaks, "Strictly enemies."

You pause, chewing the inside of your cheek, waiting him to explain further.

Wonwoo pushes his black-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose and clears his throat before he looks up at you finally. The right corner of his lip twitches up into a chagrin smile.

"I promised remember? When we were six and you threw my Pokeball into the pond," he explains, "I'd ruin all things good for you."

Ah . . .

Well fuck.

The first tear drips from your eyes and roll down your cheek. You stand up and step away from him, but Wonwoo follows. He tucks his hands into his khakis and he takes a moment to collect himself before speaking further.

Your fears were right and you didn't even have it in you to be mad at him right now. All those late nights over fried chicken and Diet Coke, falling asleep at his place and finding a quilt thrown over your shoulder, impromptu visits at the office - all that just to get you to open up your heart so he could rip it apart.

What a dumbass you were.

But then, Wonwoo surprises you.

He pulls out a red bread twist tie, the ends intertwined so it's shaped in circle. Wonwoo reaches for your left hand silently. He runs his thumb over your ring finger, staring momentarily before he slips on the twist tie.

It's dumb truly, but it makes your heart swell. It's not the same one, but you remember it well. You were eighteen, just right before you both left for college, sitting on the rooftop of the apartment building your families lived in. By then, your rivalry had morphed into something of frenemies and teases. Like now, he offered you a red bread twist tie as a peace offering to your prolonged rivalry - and more:

"Say, if we don't meet anyone by the time we're thirty-two, marry me?"

You didn't take it seriously then. Marriage wasn't on your mind, let alone with your sworn enemy.

And it was Wonwoo - asking for this was so . . . out-of-character for him. Must've been a joke, you had thought.

"Why thirty-two?" you had asked.

He shrugged. "Seems like a nice number."

Your eyes immediately flicker from your finger back to him.

"That includes letting you marrying other people who aren't me," Wonwoo confesses. The tips of his ears are bright red. "I-I can't believe I'm saying this, but . . . I think, um, I'm a little insane for you. Maybe even in love with you?"

You scoff tearfully, folding forward, but this time, not out of sadness. You slip your hand out of his and reach for the collar of his light blue button-up, noting how the navy blue tie was lopsided. He must've really been in a rush today if he showed up this disheveled and only prepared with a bread twist tie ring.

"You think?" you ask as you pull him close. His footing stutters and his hands latch onto your waist. The toe of his shoes are gripping onto the pavement, keeping himself from tipping over. Wonwoo pulls you closer until your chests where flush against one another. You were expecting it, but it still took you by surprise when he gives you a fleeting peck that has you chasing after him.

"I know," he mutters against your lips. "You're stuck with me."

And, you don't think you'd mind.

#AHAHAHAHAHAHA IDK WHY BUT THESE KINDS OF WONWOO STORIES ALWAYS GOT ME A LITTLE #>.< #hehehehehehehe #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo angst #seventeen angst #twogyuu:writing

[loveforneteyam]

❝i heart you❞ ( jake sully )

summary: jake suli brought many traditions from earth, including one he calls "valentine's day". pairing: jake sully x navi!reader wordcount: 1.4k contains: just short and sweet :) notes: i wanted to post a quick little thing for valentine's day and why not for my fav?? i apologize if this is a bit late, hope you enjoy! and i love spelling "sully" like "suli", idk why blah

masterlist

If there was one thing about the dream walker, it was that he was a complete marvel to the entire Omaticaya clan. Even his scent was foreign--like metal and strange chemicals. Your people were both fascinated and disgusted by him.

You were the only daughter of your family, so there was a heavy expectation on you to find a mate. Before doing so, however, you would train to become a healer. Under the tsahik's guide, you studied the will of the Great Mother and the way of the forest. You were regarded as so intelligent and skilled that it wasn't surprising when you were chosen to train Jake Suli instead of your best friend, Neytiri.

It wasn't like she wanted the job anyway.

At first, you acted with complete bias. You knew the Sky People to be destructive and ignorant of any culture but their own. Why would this alien be any different? You hardly felt guilty to admit that it was amusing to watch him stumble and lose his balance in the trees. But over time, you felt the strings in your heart play a different way.

His hands and feet grew tougher, his legs and arms became stronger, and his eyes opened to more than just the physical elements of your world. Jake Suli was learning to see.

As he learned more of you culture, you began to learn more of his. While he struggled to learn the Navi alphabet and pronunciations, he also managed to teach you more English than you had previously learned. "This is right up my alley," he said the first day you showed him a bow and arrow.

You cocked your head. "What does that one mean?"

Jake, who thought your cluelessness was adorable, chuckled. "It means, uh," he laughed at himself. He must've sounded stupid compared to your wise words. "It means I'm good at this sort of stuff."

There were other moments where the English language was unnecessarily confusing. "If it is pronounced like 'kernel'," you pondered to yourself. English was even more illegible when it was in Jake's messy handwriting. "Then why is it spelled with an 'l'?"

He had been teaching you the names of the humans who worked back at the RDA. You knew Grace Augustine well, you thought Norm was a funny name for a person, and you refused to accept that the word 'colonel' was pronounced so strangely. Jake deeply chuckled, "I'm not sure why, honey."

You also misunderstood his seemingly unnoticeable pet names for you. Honey, as you had learned, was a sweet food for humans back on Earth; you thought it strange that Jake would call you it, although you never complained...

──

There were very few days where you were not instructed to train Jake. Instead, he would follow you through your training to be a healer. He would often watch as you read the many scriptures written throughout the years, your fingers delicately tracing the writing. Sometimes, you would read it out loud to him and his ears would gently twitch at the sound of your voice.

It was winter in Pandora, which hardly seemed any different from the other seasons to Jake. The sun was still warm on his skin, the plant-life still flourished. You were already studying in your tent in the morning, wondering why Jake had still not arrived.

Mo'at, who had come to recognize Jake's admiration for you (and your admiration for him), examined you as you completed your small, morning tasks. "Where is Jake?" You asked politely, searching for him. "I have not see him yet."

You didn't see her slightly smirk. She knew what it was like for someone to anxiously await their lover, even though you would never call him that. "It is early in the morning, child," Mo'at noted. She watched your shoulders slump as an idea popped into her mind. "Wait for him, he will arrive soon."

For what felt like hours, you continued to wait for the dream walker. Mo'at was amused at your impatient behavior, how you'd frantically stand up every few minutes and check outside to see if he was there.

"It is very rude to keep someone waiting," you said to Mo'at as you sliced through a handful of herbs and leaves.

Mo'at smirked again behind her book. "Oh, yes, very rude."

Finally, Jake's figure appeared with the morning sun behind him. He had a childish smile, the braids in his hair completely disheveled, and he was holding a small basket from when you'd taught him to weave. He cleared his throat, "Tsahik, (y/n), oel ngati kameie."

You and Mo'at collectively greeted him back. Jake took a seat across from you, setting the basket down next to him. "What're you working on today?"

You ignored his curiosity and began to harshly slice the leaves, leaving small marks on the wooden cutting board. "You took a very long time," You didn't look at him, but if you had, you would've been met with wide, fascinated eyes. "Where were you?"

Jake chuckled and pulled the cutting board away from you, your knife nearly coming down to meet his thumb. You looked at him furiously with wide eyes, but he only warmly smiled. He replaced the board with the basket. "I figured you're always teaching me about this," he motioned to the forest around him. "Why can't I teach you something about my home?"

You were intrigued but refused to show it. "Your home?"

"Yeah," he smiled. Jake enjoyed seeing you try to hide your excitement. "Here," he opened the basket and pulled out several pieces of red paper and a small canister of paint with a brush. "In my home, we have something called Valentine's Day."

You repeated the word silently to see how it felt coming off of your lips.

"It's a little holiday, nothing crazy." Jake handed you a piece of paper. You cautiously watched him fold his piece in half, unsure of whatever he could be doing. "It's supposed to be, you know...about love and whatever."

You always found it enjoyable how Jake could never explain something very well. He often stumbled over his words, like the thought was in his head but came out his mouth in a different way. "Fold yours like mine." You did so and pressed the paper so there was a crease down the middle. "Now, watch what I'm drawing."

He took the brush and dipped it into the paint canister, gently tapping it against the sides so any excess dripped off the bristles. He swung the brush over the paper with a slick curve. Jake was surprisingly smooth with the brush. "Your turn."

Jake handed you the brush. You mimicked him, dipping it into the paint and tapping off any loose drops. You tried to copy the shape he had painted onto his paper, except your lines were slightly more jagged. "Good!" He smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Then we take this," he grabbed a small blade from the basket. "And follow the shape."

He retraced the shape on his paper with the blade so it sliced the paper clean. He then unfolded his paper. "And you have a heart."

You cocked your eyebrow and eagerly grabbed the blade from his hand, cutting over your shape and removing the remnants of the paper. "This is a heart? It looks nothing like one."

"Well, it's not like the heart in here," his fingers gently touched your chest where your heart sat. He laughed, "It's different, I know. I guess this type of heart is prettier."

You looked at your paper heart inquisitively. You did like how simple it was...you would even say it was cute. "What is the point of this?"

Jake smacked his lips, "Uh, well..." He was at a loss. "I guess there's no real point to it. It's just supposed to be for love."

"What do you do with it?"

"Well, you can do almost anything with it. Throw it in the garbage if you really wanted to," he looked down at his paper heart, tracing the soft edges with his thumb and smoothing out the crease that ran down the middle of the paper. "I think you're supposed to give it to someone."

"Why?"

Jake shrugged, gently smiling at how you already began to fold another piece of paper and reach for the paintbrush. "To show love." You started to draw out the shape of the heart again on half of you paper before you noticed Jake holding his heart out to you.

The corners of your lips softly grew upwards, a pink hue falling on your cheeks.

#hehehehehehehe #happy late vday!! #jake sully fluff #jake sully x reader #jake sully x navi!reader #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #jake sully x fem!reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully one shot #jake sully angst #jake sully smut #jake sully x oc #jake sully fanfic #jake sully fic #avatar fic #avatar fanfic #atwow #atwow spoilers #atwow fanfic #neteyam fanfic #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #neteyam angst #neteyam smut #neteyam x navi!reader #lo'ak fic #lo'ak fanfic #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x navi!reader

[avatarkurukdefender]

So...I have an au

Basically, due to spirit world nonsense, Avatar Yangchen, Avatar Kuruk, Avatar Kyoshi and Avatar Roku all accidently separate from the avatar cycle and appear in the physical world, with brand new living breathing bodies to boot

The problem is that even though they've retained all the memories of their own lives they got stuck in the bodies of TEENAGERS

So now they're 17, 16, 15, and 14 respectively.

The only thing they can do now is try to find Aang and his friends as they continue through the story of season two (who have literally left the North Pole a week ago when the story begins) so they can hopefully try to undo whatever the hell has happened to them while also stopping the hundred year war.

The au's official name is "A Literal Team Avatar"

Have some wips

#avatar the last airbender #avatar kuruk #avatar kyoshi #avatar yangchen #avatar roku #avatar au #hehehehehehehe