#here to tide you over!

[oh-hell-help-me]

July 10: Teddy Bear Picnic Day

Growing up, Bowser had a Teddy Bear he referred to as Sergeant Claw.

In lieu of confronting nighttime fears with a candle or flashlight, he posted Sgt. Claw at the headboard of his bed to watch for intruders.

Under his watch, Bowser slept soundly and refused to sleep otherwise if he had misplaced his loyal Sgt.

As he grew out of toys, his Claw was delegated to guarding a shelf in his closet, and was mostly confiscating dust bunnies more than intruders.

And then Junior was born.

It was a decision that felt right, to give him his old Teddy Bear (after getting him cleaned, of course).

And with the rest of his kids in the picture, he ended up acquiring them their own Teddy Bears.

Yeah, it took him a few years to find the right ones, since his attempts at knitting them were… not to his standard.

So, some time after he had already finished his mission by finding Larry a blue star-covered bear, he realized that he might have influenced his kids more than he thought.

For one, the Teddy Bears have become The Claw Squad (official name still pending) with the Koopalings appointing their bears in various positions.

He knew Wendy and Morton have taken to having the their toys (Shellsea and Sugar) be their advisors- i.e. someone to listen about their day to day activities.

Bowser also knew that Junior took after him in having Sgt. Claw as a personal Night Watcher, and that Ludwig will sometimes have P. Spector as a musical consult (even though he would deny it).

Compared to Private Lion, who Lemmy has placed as his guard for his growing stash of bouncy balls, or Walter, who Roy has taken to teaching him to cook, Major Ursa seemed to have it easiest by simply watching Larry’s favorite TV shows with him.

Overall, a sign of his awesome decision-making skills.

When Luigi came into their lives, his introduction to their Teddy Bears was usually by passing mentions of their names, or extensive background explanations by his chattier kids.

His husband took it in stride, of course, usually introducing himself to them all formal-like unless told otherwise.

Luigi would sometimes even take the time to ask after the kids' Teddys, such as if Sugar finally found the missing cookie stash, or if Private Lion recovered from his mishap with a particularly sharp table corner.

He even took to singing a lullaby about a Teddy Bear’s picnic every night- a rising favorite for the kids as they are tucked in with their respective Teddys.

It was all those little things that made Bowser fall for him all the more.

But, one day, Junior asked a question that opened the floodgates.

“Where’s your Teddy Bear, mama?”

“Oh.” And he will remember the way he was so nonchalant about it. “I never had one-“

Though Bowser hadn’t expected the explosive cries of shock and horror interrupting him.

“Never HAD ONE?!”

“But what about intruders, surely-“

“There’s no way you slept well- oh Grambi-”

“Wait- does that mean you didn’t have your own advisor?”

And Junior’s response was the loudest. “THIS WILL NOT STAND!”

And of course the rest of them followed suit in repeating this, lunging as one to tug Luigi along to- to-

“Where are you kids going!?”

“TO THE STORE!”

And Bowser remembers standing there in the playroom, gobsmacked.

(He couldn’t say if it was because they actually agreed on something with minimal fuss, or that it was Ludwig who shouted at him.)

…

When Luigi came back with the kids, he was carrying a simple brown Teddy Bear with green overalls- obviously love-worn and with a button missing.

“I thought you guys took him to a store?” Not that his selection was bad per se, but it seemed weird that his Teddy Bear wasn’t something new.

“We did!”

“But we couldn’t find the right one!”

“And we tried finding other stores-“

“But mama wandered away-“

“And we found him on a bookshelf!”

“Oh?” And he remembers crouching down, eye level with his husband as he gently poked at the buttonless side of the Teddy’s overalls. “And does he have a name yet?

“Mhm!” And Luigi seemed content, squeezing the Bear against him as he looks back at him with mirth. “I think it’s fitting to call him Corduroy.”

“Cause of his overalls?”

“And other things.”

“Well." He looks behind his husband, and isn't a bit surprised to see a mix of pride and relief from the kids. "What happens now?”

"Hmm." And Luigi seems to already know, sliding him a teasing glance before aiming a smile at their audience. “...maybe a picnic?”

“A PICNIC?!”

“Picnic, picnic, picnic-“

“ALRIGHT!" And Bowser just knew he needed to establish order- at least to an extent when it comes to their kids. "We can do it first thing tomorrow!"

And they did.

And -long after the picnic- when Bowser saw Luigi be particularly cuddly with his new Teddy, he would end up scooping his cute husband up and giving him a cuddle as well.

After all, Junior still had his first Teddy Bear.

#bowuigi #NATIONAL HOLIDAY #inspired by #Open Season #that Bing Crosby song #and multiple references #that I can't recite #also #AO3 is down #but we're still here vibing so #here to tide you over! #pretend Teddy Bears exist here #even though Roosevelt originated from another reality #also possible narrative clunk

[addamii]

Empty’s just another word for clean.

#the locked tomb #here’s a sort of art nouveau art for you #it’s a little more unfinished than I’d usually do #I’m happy enough with it to post now and tide you over while I work on animatic things #I don’t know if the quote goes with this entirely but I like it so #anyway hope you enjoy #nona the ninth #alecto the ninth #alecto the first #nona of new rho #nona tlt #tlt #addamii’s art

[abstraction-clangen]

entanglement

-🎪

ENTANGLEMENT is a result of the condition of being alive.

you are never alone.

#congratulations! #there are one and a half mini puzzles in here to tide you over while the ABSTRACTION works on the next part #the abstraction clangen #clangen

[khihi]

debated with myself whether or not to make this post because i'd like to put a pin in it really and i'm sure you're all tired of long posts on it by now, but hey fuck it

i've seen a looot of differences in opinion on what the e-s-c twitter acc posted before the second semi final. but i just wanted to say – at least on our corner of the internet – i'm moved that the conversations about this have been mostly open-minded and respectful, even if they were also very emotional and reactive at times. it's an emotional topic after all, and everything surrounding it has been incredibly tense.

but overwhelmingly from what i've seen, from those of us actually active within the fandom, the conversations have been productive more than reductive. the maturity and critital thinking has been a relief to see.

you're allowed to feel what you feel over this, but i'm glad the majority here hasn't been spewing hatred and is sticking around to hear and enjoy whatever our guy and his crew have in store for us next <33

no war, free palestine, i love you all lots

#käärijä #not saying i havent seen rude stuff being said but it's been like 90% mature and thoughtful from what *i've* seen #cant speak for other platforms el oh el but i'm talking about the homies over here <3 #ik there are mature people on other platforms too though shoutout to those people #you're braver than a marine if you're going against the tide on other platforms #and i'm NOT judging you if you feel like you need to step back for a while or indefinitely <3 do what you need to do keep your peace <3 #anyway love u all #käärijoost 4ever

[sleep-deprived-corvid]

Star fly

#firefly oc #fnaf oc #heeeey sorry about lack of art posting #i have been sketching a lot but it's mostly blorbos i haven't talked about here so idk you may see those soon #also i've been buried in schoolwork for the past month or so #here's a nice little firefly piece to tide you over while i also recover from bad sickness #if you read all my tags i'm giving you a flower #ps i'll see about posting more sketches and stuff instead of just finished pieces bc i simply don't have much energy

[wanderer-clarisse]

baby Finrod befriending a crab <3

#here's something to tide you over before i start working on all those requests! #(which are all lovely and i can't wait to draw them!) #definitely agree with that headcanon that baby finrod would've been the type to make friends with animals and want to bring them home #clarisse doodles #finrod felagund #CRABS #elves #crab day

[stiltonbasket]

Hi, I love all your fics and adored the one with fem!Wei Wuxian who seems even more of a chaos goblin than her canon counterpart and tries to break apart her engagement to LWJ. Could we see some more of what of what happens after LWJ moves into the Burial Mounds, perhaps how Wen Qing realizes that this man is hopelessly in love with his oblivious fiancee and maybe tries to prod them together (bonus points for LWJ being so obvious Wen Ning, Granny and the rest of the Wens notice XD).

"They need a chaperone."

"They don't need a chaperone."

"They do," Popo insists, watching with enormous eyes as Lan Wangji glides up to Wei Wuxian and offers—for what must be the eleventh time that week—to take over her chores in the vegetable field, presumably so that Wei Wuxian can spend her time improving the wards around the Burial Mounds instead. "Oh, good heavens. I'm nearly eighty years old, and I've never seen a man looking at a maiden like that."

"Be that as it may," Wen Qing says doggedly, "they have no need of a chaperone. Wei Wuxian ended their engagement before she seceded from the Jiang clan, and neither she nor Hanguang-jun chose the betrothal to begin with."

"They don't need a chaperone because Wei-guniang doesn't know that Hanguang-jun is in love with her," Wen Ning mutters, from the grimy depths of the lotus pond at Wen Qing's right. "When Lan-zongzhu visited last week, he told me that Hanguang-jun cried like a baby after Wei-guniang refused to marry him. I think she likes him, too, but she doesn't seem affected at all."

Two tiny fingers pluck at Wen Qing's skirt, and she glances down to find Wen Yuan trying to stand on her shoes, grasping a fold of her gown in one hand and a grubby stuffed tiger in the other.

"What is it, A-Yuan?" she asks. "Are you hungry? Xian-jiejie will feed you in just a little while, so be patient until the congee finishes boiling."

"A-Yuan's not hungry," the little boy says, before putting Hu-shixiong's tail in his mouth. "But, jiejie—Lan-gege loves Xian-jie very much! Gege told A-Yuan!"

At this juncture, Wen Binbin materializes at Wen Qing's right with Uncles Three through Six trailing behind her.

"How long were they engaged, Qingqing?" she asks, in a conspiratorial whisper. "We never heard much news from the other sects in Dafan—but you and A-Ning went to school with them, so you must know something."

Wen Qing sighs.

"A-Xian's parents contracted the betrothal before they passed away," she replies, "but they didn't meet until the year Lan Wangji turned eleven."

Popo clasps her hands in delight. "Were they childhood friends, then?"

"Of a sort," Wen Qing acknowledges, frowning. "I once heard someone say that Hanguang-jun started sewing toy frogs for their future children when he was only a boy, but that can't possibly be true."

She feels another soft tug at her skirt. "Qing-jiejie, A-Yuan wants a frog."

"Hanguang-jun can make you one, Yuan'er. And the part about the frogs is true," A-Ning pipes up, tossing a seed-filled lotus pod to Wen Binbin. "She had one of them with her in the dungeon at Bu Ye Tian when I went to bring medicine to the prisoners during the indoctrination camp."

"Really?" Fourth Uncle gasps. "She carried Hanguang-jun's gifts all the way to Qishan, so that they could comfort her in her time of need?"

"Zewu-jun had better be thinking of a way to have the betrothal reinstated," Wen Qing says, crossing her arms in frustration. "Why did Wei Wuxian break it in the first place? Hanguang-jun would have honored the engagement no matter how the jianghu dared to slander her."

"I suppose that's why," Wen Ning says morosely. "She's afraid that Hanguang-jun will stand by her, no matter what she does—"

"A foolish thing to be frightened of, if you ask me," Wen Binbin mutters. "There are worse things in the world than a devoted husband."

"—and that he might suffer for it. It's difficult to tell, but she loves him just as much as he loves her."

At this, A-Yuan beams like a miniature sun and toddles over to the edge of the pond.

"Really, Ning-shushu?" he asks, enchanted. "Can Jiejie have a wedding?"

"I suppose she can, if Hanguang-jun asks for her hand in marriage again."

Fifth Uncle nods and strokes his chin. "But how can he muster up the courage to ask if Wei-guniang treats him so coldly?"

"I saw her sneaking a second helping of chicken into his porridge the other day," Liu-shu mutters. "If that is a cold woman, Langdan, then I've never met a tender-hearted one."

At this juncture, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji bow to one another and go their separate ways, having reached some kind of agreement about the wards and Wei Wuxian's daily chores. Wei Wuxian gathers up the powdered cinnabar she was sunning and retreats into the cave that serves as her workshop and bedchamber; and Lan Wangji goes off to fetch the laundry from the patch of grass by the potato field, where it had been hung up to dry early that morning.

The Wens disperse as well, not wishing to be caught gossiping in broad daylight by the very subject of their discussion. Popo takes Wen Yuan back to her little house for a bath, dragging A-Ning along with her; and Wen Qing dives into her little infirmary, leaving the door open a crack so that she can eavesdrop on the would-be couple if Lan Wangji seeks A-Xian out again.

And since Wei Wuxian and Hanguang-jun could not avoid one another if their lives depended on it, Wen Qing overhears them discussing the subject of A-Yuan's education less than a quarter-shichen later.

"After all of this is over, I suspect the Wens will be sent to the Cloud Recesses," Lan Wangji says quietly. "I do not think they would be at ease living in close proximity to Jiang-zongzhu, and Xiongzhang has set aside three living compounds for them close to his Hanshi. What is more, A-Yuan would be allowed all the privileges of an inner disciple if he were educated there—and he would not have to surrender his family name, either."

"You'd take him in as an inner disciple?" Wei Wuxian's voice is both louder and more indistinct than Hanguang-jun's, somehow, floating back to Wen Qing in bits and pieces as if it had passed through a veil of thick fog on the way. "I suppose that's for Popo and the others to decide if Zewu-jun has already made the offer, but what if the other disciples mistreat him? I won't stand for it, Lan Zhan."

"He will be my ward, since his parents have passed on: so that should be sufficient to keep him safe. And if you join the Wens in Gusu, Yuan'er will have your protection as well."

A moment's silence, and then:

"Do you mean to return to Lotus Pier when the Dafan clan is granted amnesty?" Hanguang-jun inquires, sounding positively heartbroken. "I—how will they go on without you, Wei Ying? A-Yuan scarcely leaves your side now that he is beginning to forget the horror of the camps, and Wen Ning—"

"I don't intend to go back to Yunmeng," Wei Wuxian says at length, after a pause that lasted the span of about seven perilously sluggish heartbeats. "My place is with the Wens now, I think. There should be someone at the Cloud Recesses who can guard them night and day, out of love for them and not under orders from you or Lan-zongzhu; so wherever they go, I will follow."

Though Wen Qing cannot see him, the soft, stricken pitch of Hanguang-jun's voice is proof that his heart had come very near to melting.

"En, that is good," he murmurs. "It is settled, then."

And with that, the two of them depart together, their footsteps fading away down the old dirt track that leads to Sishu's favorite apple grove.

They belong together, Wen Qing thinks fondly, before turning towards the heap of dried herbs awaiting her attention on her desk. And I pray that some day soon—Heaven willing—A-Xian will realize it, as well.

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #the untamed #fem!wwx au #my fic #@wangxian fandom here's a little something to tide you over until ao3 comes back online #also it's been almost a year since I last wrote for fem wwx au #pls reblog if you liked this hehe

[waterfallofspace]

While on a mission, D/abi finds out a little more about his temporary-partner. It seems his personality isn't the only thing H/awks finds a little hard to take.

Request from Anon, I hope it's alright that I wav'd it instead of writing! But don't worry, I promise I do have a few H/otwings prompts in the mix for fics too~

#waterfallwav #choosing to go with the popular hc that h/awks stifles/half-stifles #also baaasically confirmed in the sub soooo~ #also will likely be putting up a little poll / current wip list thing soon #just so anyone who cares can know what im currently working on! #ive received requests and im SO slow lately but i appreciate them so much #and want you guys to know ive seen them and im excited to give it my all!! #anyywaayyysss heres a h/otwings thing to tide you over in the meantime~ #h/awks #d/abi #h/otwings #snzaudio #snzkink #snzwav

[mrtinfreeman]

MARTIN FREEMAN in Breeders: 4x07, No Kids

#martinfreemanedit #martin freeman edit #martin freeman #paulworsleyedit #paul worsley #breeders fx #fx breeders #breedersedit #myedit #my edit #you can fucking bet i'm doing more gifsets from this episode #but here's just a general one to tide y'all over <3

[extralively]

School Stories: In the Closet

Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character Pre-Relationship, Bickering, Teenage Shenanigans, Baby Panda Plays Matchmaker 1,806 words Also posted on AO3 Summary: Yura was just trying to get her chores done at the end of the school day, too bad that a young Panda suddenly decided to take matters into his own hands regarding a certain matter involving her and Gojo...

Hey everyone! I bring you another work in the Satoru/Yura series, and this time I actually plan to make School Stories a series of its own with quick oneshots set during their school days! There'll probably be no plot-related stuff here, mostly just slice of life and early SatoYura shenanigans, because that's fun to revisit every now and then, hehe.

If you just got here and haven't read any of the previous installments of this series, and all you want is some Gojo/OC slice of life shenanigans, then you should be able to read this as standalone! All you need to know is that Yura and Gojo are in the same year, and he was a massive asshole to her at beginning lol. They've since come to a sort of understanding and become friends, but they still bicker a lot.

“Who put the mop behind everything?” Gojo asked, and Yura only crossed her arms with an impatient sigh.

“Hurry up,” she called, watching the white-haired teenager rummage through the supply closet. It was the end of the school day, and they were supposed to clean up their classroom—Yura and Gojo were on mopping the floor and wiping surfaces duties, while Shoko and Geto were left to take out the trash and tidy everything up. However, Yura couldn’t even get started on her own chores until they were able to fetch all the supplies from this closet, which Gojo was taking forever to do.

“I’m trying,” he called, immediately tossing an empty bucket out of the supply storage, and Yura scowled at him making a mess. “But someone decided to bury all the supplies behind a bunch of junk.”

Yura tapped her foot in irritation, unable to help and hurry things up as the closet was way too cramped for two people.

As Yura was about to shoot another retort, a flash of black and white passed by her peripheral vision, and she turned her head to look. It was Panda, peering at them from behind the corner.

“Panda,” Yura greeted him. “Didn’t know you were stopping by today.”

The small, not-quite-a-panda creature would occasionally visit the school with Yaga, and Yura had long since become acquainted with him. She still wasn’t sure of all the details regarding Panda’s existence—something of a mutated cursed corpse created by Yaga that could function on his own, and that had apparently gotten Yaga into a lot of trouble back in the day—but Yura ended up deciding not to worry too much about it and simply view the small panda as Yaga’s sort-of son. He was pretty cute, as Shoko would repeatedly say as she’d try to squish the small-sized not-a-panda in a hug, and surprisingly smart for what was technically a five year old child.

So it was a little weird when Panda didn’t answer her, only stared. He could talk—and sometimes he would talk a lot—but for some reason he only stared at them with his eyebrows-area furrowed in concentration.

“Panda?” Yura called again, as Gojo still fumbled with all the stuff inside the supply closet.

Without a word, Panda suddenly marched up to them, halting his steps right next to her. And he stared.

“Wakatsuki,” Gojo suddenly called from inside the closet. “Don’t just stand there.”

“We can’t both fit in there,” she replied, tearing her eyes away from the small, furry creature to shoot another scowl in Gojo’s direction. “...Mr. Special Grade that can’t even get a mop out of the closet.”

She heard Gojo huff, disgruntled. She bit back a grin.

“Here,” he suddenly called out, briefly pulling back to hand her a mop. “Here’s that damn mop, now I just need to get the other stuff.”

Yura stepped closer to grab the offered item, and that was when the closet door suddenly swung closed, pushing her into the small, cramped space.

A garbled cry of surprise escaped her mouth as she stumbled forward, her hands scrambling to grasp at anything in front of her. Anything turned out to be a warm, not-that-soft body, her own body immediately colliding against Gojo’s as she fell into him.

“Wakatsuki, what the hell—” he let out, and she felt an arm wrap around her waist to keep her from falling further and, especially, face-first into the closet’s wall. However, something was pulled from the higher shelves with the movement, a pile of (thankfully) not too heavy stuff immediately falling onto them and pushing them closer together.

And in the middle of it all, there was the distinct click of the lock behind them, and what she could only describe as giggling fading away into the distance.

“Panda!” she called, the only possible culprit for quite literally pushing them into this situation. But it was too late, and there was only silence outside. “Shit...”

Yura’s hands tried to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, but the only solid surface she could find was Gojo himself.

And he was too close.

Yura let out a series of expletives as her feet couldn’t find solid ground, too much junk scattered around their legs for her to actually find somewhere to step. “Stop—Stop that,” Gojo said as she kept struggling.

“You stop—” Her fingers tightened on Gojo’s uniform as her efforts only made her slip further, her weight dropping against him. His arm around her was the only thing keeping her from fully falling on top of the scattered junk.

He grunted. “Quit moving—” he said, and she felt his arm suddenly tighten around her. That did make her more secure in place... but that also brought her even closer.

Closer—way too close.

Yura froze.

For a long moment, all she could hear was her breathing in the small, dark space. Well, her breathing, and his. And not just hear, but feel—her chest was pressed against Gojo’s, so she could feel every time it heaved up and down along with hers. And it was like her mind slowly took stock of every single spot their bodies touched—which was almost everywhere. One of his legs was pushed up between hers, hitching higher every time she scrambled for purchase, his arm firm around her waist and keeping her there.

“...Uh...” Gojo let out. His breath puffed over her face.

Was it getting hotter in here, or...?

“...Door,” she suddenly called. It was dark, but she thought she could see his brows furrowing. “Get the door,” she explained.

Gojo was quiet for a moment, and then he suddenly moved. Yura briefly realized his weight had been leaning against the wall as his upper body surged forward, taking her with him—but she supposed this was nothing for him with his ridiculous strength. She was able to find a little bit of purchase on the ground as he straightened them both up, but not enough, and as his arm unwrapped itself from around her to reach for the door, she was forced to hold on to him tighter.

“...It’s locked,” he said, the sound of a jiggling doorknob filling the closet.

She grunted. “Fucking—"

Gojo let out a huff. “Did Panda really lock us in here?”

Yura also let out a huff. “Yep.”

“I’m gonna tell Yaga that his little experiment is turning into quite the little shit,” he grumbled.

And Yura couldn’t help herself. “...Well, you’re one to talk,” she half mumbled.

Gojo huffed again, turning to look down at her face... and then immediately looking away as they were still too close.

Yura let out a breath as she too looked off to the side. “Now what?” she asked. She was pretty sure she had left her phone back in the classroom with her things, but maybe Gojo still had his so they could call someone to get them out of there. If not... “Do we scream for help or something?”

“I mean, I can teleport.”

Ah. Right.

But then she narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare teleport away and leave me here all alone.”

She heard him bark out a laugh. “Scared of the dark, Wakatsuki?”

Yura turned her head to him with a scowl, about to retort—and then her nose bumped his chin and she quickly turned away again. “Just get us out of here.”

-

Yura almost felt relieved at the feeling of Gojo’s teleporting encasing them, the cramped-up space giving way to some actual room to move around. Darkness turned into light, and Yura’s feet finally found their footing, but then she looked to the side and immediately locked eyes with Shoko’s questioning gaze.

...Hold on.

Yura was frozen for a moment, her brain still trying to make sense of the sudden change of scenery. Gojo had teleported them both out of the closet—straight into the classroom they had been using. The one where Shoko and Geto were.

“...Satoru,” she heard Geto’s voice suddenly drawl out, and her eyes shifted to look at him. His lips were tilted up in a sly smile aimed straight at her and Gojo. “You guys been having fun?”

Yura blinked. And her brain suddenly processed the fact that they hadn’t actually moved after teleporting so Gojo still had his arms around her... with their bodies still pressed together.

Something snapped inside of her.

“G-Get off!” she suddenly exclaimed, pushing Gojo away as hard as she could. It seemed to have sent him stumbling backwards, but Yura was too busy to congratulate herself for catching him off guard when her cheeks felt like they were bursting into flames.

“Ow, Wakatsuki, what the hell...” Gojo grumbled.

Yura eventually raised her gaze, meeting Shoko’s eyes again. Unfortunately, Yura did not like the look she found on the other girl’s face.

“You two were supposed to be fetching the supplies,” Shoko said, amusement hiding behind her impassive tone. “Not cozying up together.”

Yura’s cheeks were still burning, and she refused to look in Gojo’s direction. “That’s not—!”

“No!” a different voice suddenly yelled from the doorway. It was the culprit himself—Panda—standing there in shock.“You weren’t supposed to be out so soon!” He paused. “Go back!”

Gojo snapped his head towards the doorway, his eyes shooting glares at the mutated cursed corpse even from behind his glasses. “You pulling pranks now, you little furball?” he gritted out. He took one step towards the young not-panda, who seemed to have sensed what was to come and immediately bolted. “I’ll get ya and teach you a lesson, come back here!”

As Gojo ran off chasing after Panda, the other three students were left alone in the classroom, and Yura tried to get her flushed cheeks back in control. And in the meantime, she refused to make eye contact with neither Shoko nor Geto... who had turned his gaze to her, amused.

“So...” Shoko eventually started. “What just happened?”

Honestly, Yura had no idea.

-

Bonus:

“You locked them in a closet?” Yaga asked, his face incredulous as he stared at his small creation.

Panda only nodded, eyes big and wide and with seemingly no regrets.

Yaga let out a sigh. “...Why?”

Panda didn’t miss a beat. “They need to kiss.”

Yaga raised an eyebrow high up. “They need to what?” he asked.

“Kiss,” Panda replied. “They gotta kiss.”

Now, where the hell had Panda gotten this idea from, Yaga had no idea.

He sighed, rubbing his face with a hand.

“Masamichi,” Panda called, and Yaga peered down through his fingers. There was more? “You need to try it sometime.”

“Try it? Try what?”

Panda nodded. “Locking them in a closet,” he stated. His small face became thoughtful. “Just have to make sure Satoru can’t teleport...”

End notes: My personal headcanon is that Panda is an unusually perceptive person, and hey, it's actual canon that he likes to play matchmaker!! So let's say he started early, echoing the thoughts of a lot of commenters in this series saying they wish they could lock Yura and Satoru in a closet to sort things out lmao. Too bad Satoru can teleport...

(Basically I wrote a mention of Panda locking them in a closet in one of the main story's chapters and I felt like I had to actually write out the incident lol)

Anyway, thank you for reading, and let me go back to writing the main story now ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ

#gojo satoru #jjk fic #gojo x oc #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fic #my fics #satoyura #here's some fluff to tide you guys over until the next chapter of the main fic!

[calypsolemon]

some silly doodles in between working on more serious content

#there's going to be kind of a big creature dump here in a little while lol #but in the meantime let these tide you over #lego #lego oc #lego horror #body horror #lego minifigures #cal draws stuff #Creature

[bookinit02]

as an apology for not posting today, please accept this humble snippet💗

#making good progress on this script today so it should definitely be out next week! #hopefully this tides you over until then💗 #thank you guys so much for your patience!! i love u all🫂 #the end is here

[defiledtomb]

ok who woke the bear

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #yor/yana #I did not feel like writing today so :slams this on your desk: here you go. tiddies. #if you are wonderig why im not answering asks currently: im back to work and it takes me some time to adjust/leaves me utterly drained #usually doesn't last too long #i have some asks I *need* to share they are so good but im so incoherent hsjdhdjdjfhf. clutching them to my chest for now sory #i hope this old man will tide you over

[the-cookie-of-doom]

The first training session was spent at a tense impasse. First, after spending a good portion of it arguing over who deserved the room more—Chay, who has had the same reservation for nearly two years now, or Kim, who’s name is in the books—they fought over the music. 

“I can’t practice like this!” Chay complained, resisting Kim’s classical music playlist. He had no appreciation for the fast-paced Etudes d'Execution Transcendante, nor the ominous swell and sharp crescendo of Faust’s Symphony. 

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything that’s a simple sixty BPM for you to follow,” Kim snapped back, near to wrestling Chay for control of the room’s sound system. They haven’t come to contact yet, but Kim could feel it coming; they agreed to share the space for the next eight weeks, until Kim’s performance or his return to his own studio, whichever came first. Kim wasn’t entirely sure they would come out of the situation unscathed. 

Especially if Chay kept going behind his back to change his damn music. 

“Stop it!” 

Chey grinned where he was tipped over his phone, having connected with bluetooth, somehow overriding Kim’s AUX cord. Pounding pop music vibrated out of the speakers, disrupting the careful flow of Kim’s routine halfway through. He dropped his arabesque and rested in fifth position naturally, arms raised to strangle the other man. 

“If you don’t like it, leave,” Chay said sweetly. “It’s my room, remember?” 

Before Kim could take a step forward, Chay tossed his phone onto a pile of mats and fell into his own ready position. A loose-limbed ap seogi, one foot forward and his weight on his back heel, arms held in front of his hips with loose-curled fists. 

Only a training dummy standing between them kept Kim from taking his own offensive action. 

His lip curled as he watched Chay take two steps to the side, no doubt lining the mannequin up with his own silhouette, before landing a sound kick to the center of the chest. 

#cookie writes #kimchay #here's a snippet from the next chapter #to tide you all over #i swear most of it is written! #im just struggling with their dynamic #how long they should hate each other before slowly becoming friends

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#the crumbs are coming soon #but heres something to tide you over until then #like what the hell is personal space? #they don't know her #lucys glance at him #chenford #chenfordedit #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #melissa o’neil #eric winter #gif #gifs #gifset #5x10

[claudemblems]

“It’s a lovely night.”

You and Zhongli, linked arm-in-arm, strolled along the sleepy streets of Liyue, relishing in the cool nighttime breeze. The two of you had just finished a romantic dinner at one of the city’s most acclaimed restaurants, and to end your date on a high note, Zhongli had suggested taking a quiet walk around the harbor. It really was a perfect way to draw the date to a close–enjoying one another’s comforting presence before the arrival of the moon beckoned you home.

“Did you enjoy today, My Dear?” Zhongli asked, his thumb caressing your hand in his.

You smiled up at him. “I did. Very much so.”

“I’m pleased to hear that. Every moment with you brings me great happiness.”

He squeezed your hand, and you squeezed back, wordlessly confessing your love once more. You’d noticed throughout your courtship with Zhongli that he never lost that glimmer in his eyes when he looked at you. That same deep affection from the day he revealed his feelings was still there, even more so than before. It was the same for you, too. You never thought you could love someone so much, much less love them to an even greater degree than you had before, yet there you were, gazing at Zhongli like he was the single most beautiful creation in existence. Breath hitching, heat blooming in your cheeks, you were nothing less than a lovestruck fool.

And you wouldn’t change it for anything.

“Oh, Zhongli, look! The stars have come out!”

His gaze followed yours to the sky above, the landscape dotted with a plethora of twinkling stars. Their light illuminated the Liyue night, casting soft glows on the world below.

“Aren’t they just beautiful?” you sighed, childlike wonder gleaming in your eyes.

Zhongli smiled fondly at you. “Truly they are, but your beauty outshines them all.”

Your turned towards him with widened eyes and your cheeks dusted with pink. “Me?” you asked, as if your boyfriend could possibly be talking about anyone else.

But Zhongli simply nodded, holding your hand just a little bit tighter. “I can think of no thing or person that can compare to you. You are wonderful in every way, My Dear, and I shall never tire of your elegance and grace.”

Shyness crept over you, and you hid your face in Zhongli’s chest. “You really have a way with words, don’t you?”

Zhongli’s soft laughter filled the night air as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “When I’m with you, My Darling, my lips can't help but to profess just how much I adore you.”

#KAT WRITES???? NO WAY????? #AND ZHONGLI??? #sorry it's been a month but here's something to tide you over #kat writes #genshin impact #genshin x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader