#ty beep ;;

[mirkwoodmunson]

This is a weird ask maybe? But like, I have a really shitty relationship with my family, they make me seem like my emotions are overreactions. Soooo I was wondering if you could possibly do a lil hurt/comfort blurb where reader has a tough time showing emotions because of that, and Eddie insists that she can and won’t be judge n all that stuff? 💖

Have a lovely day, I love your writing!

nooo not weird at all + you are so valid ❤️

thank you so much!! i hope you have a lovely day too!!!

“c’mooon, crabbypants. out with it. what’s goin’ on?”

usually his goading and teasing gets you to grin, elicits a snort and makes you playfully shove his shoulder. usually.

he sits beside you only rotated — while you were sat normally at the picnic table, he sat on the table itself with his feet planted on the bench beside you, facing the opposite direction, elbows on his knees and leaning toward you with a wide smirk, aiming a waggling finger in your direction that threatens to come closer and tickle your ear or pick your nose. eddie was unpredictable like that.

“knock it off, eddie,” you state flatly, deftly swatting his hand away with a huff.

again, usually he would double down, but eddie knows you well enough by now that he’s been able to pick up on your quirks. he can tell the silly ‘knock it off’s’ from the serious ones, and that one was serious enough to make his smile falter a bit, shadowed by concern.

when he sees you like this it just makes him want to help you. it just makes him sad that you’re sad. far be it from him to allow this dark cloud to continue shadowing you.

you’re hunched over an open notebook, doodling in the margins of some notes. from the corner of your eye you see eddie crane down, leaning to the side trying to get a look at you, before he leans back up and simply drops down a level and onto the bench with you, grunting with the force. he watches for your reaction. you continue to hunch.

the quiet continues between you two, eddie just sits facing the opposite way while you continue to write. he props an elbow on the table and slides it down till he’s leaning way over, slouched towards you, craning his head to find your eyes. when they flit up to meet his, his brow raises slightly and he smiles that cheesy, dorky smile. a face that says, very simply, ‘talk to meee~!’

you sigh heavily and flip your notebook closed, eddie swings a leg over so he’s straddling the bench, facing you, resting an arm on the table waiting for you to say something. but you still don’t say anything, instead picking at the warped wood beneath your palms.

after another beat of silence, eddie raises his own palms to his mouth, and blows a startlingly loud raspberry into them, making you jump in your seat and whip your head around to look at him; and when you do he’s grinning at you and wheezing quiet laughter. you can’t help the upwards quirk in the corner of your mouth, not when he’s looking at you like that with that big toothy smile, your cheeks warming.

“there you are!” he beams, excited that he’s gotten a positive reaction, and scoots closer. you sigh softly and the smile grows a little, mimicking him and lifting a leg over the bench to straddle it and face eddie. a little more serious, softer, he says, “c’mon, y/n, you know you can talk to me. spill.”

“…you’ll think it sounds so stupid, i-“

“noo nononono, hey. look at me,” he speaks so gently but it’s insistent, and so you do. his brown eyes are warm and soothing and hold your gaze with a tender concern. “don’t say that shit. please? literally nothing you say is stupid. nothing.”

your heart beats heavy and you start to look down, but eddie catches your chin with a loose fist and holds it up for you, meets your eye again,

“hey hey hey, listen! what’re you scared of, huh?” he’s smiling, encouraging, and gently stroking your chin with his thumb, “you’re talkin’ to eddie ‘the freak’ munson. the guys in hellfire, you think i judge them? think i like hangin’ around you so i can pick you apart?” with his free hand he playfully pinches your arm and you squeak, finally expelling a giggle, and eddie lights up and finds you can hold yourself up now as he puts his hands on your knees. you look at him without trouble now, smiling at each other.

“you— you can tell me anything, and i’m always gonna listen. i’m always here, and i’m never gonna judge you, i just…” he squeezes your knees. “i wanna help. okay? i-i want… i want you to feel like you can talk to me. like i’m… safe. y’know?”

you nod softly and marvel at the boy before you.

“so,” eddie says, and takes one of your hands into his own. “let’s hear it. what’s goin’ on?”

and you tell him. and he holds your hand all the while.

#i hope this is alright! #ty so much for the ask and kind words hkhkhjhj🫶🫶🫶🫶 #your emotions are valid beep and they’re part of being human and it shows you care very deeply 🫶🫶🫶 #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #💌 #mine

[134340am]

hi hi!! could i get an iced caramel cold brew with kuroo?? <33 :)

"babe," kuroo starts, his voice drowned out by the hiss of the steam wand. "will you leave me if i can't give you a house in five years?"

you frown. "no, i won't. why?"

"okay, then, will you leave me if i can't give you a house and a car in five years?"

"no, of course i won't leave you." confused, you turn to peer over at your boyfriend—who's tapping his foot along to the jazzy playlist blasting from the coffeeshop's speakers. "what's this about, tetsu?"

"hmmm. say, what about ten years?" he ignores you. "is that too long of a wait time? we'll be in our thirties by then, and—"

"tetsurou. i'm not going to leave you if you can't give me a house or a car or, or an automated laundry drying rack or whatever. why do you keep asking?" you put down your cake knife, wipe your hands on your apron, and stalk over to the bar to see your boyfriend swirling through his latte art with a long metal toothpick, effectively destroying the milk foam heart. "hey, why are you— that latte art looked fine."

"nah, i messed up. it looked more like an onion than a heart."

"huh. then what's this about me leaving you?"

"because i did the calculations in my head last night, and if i work here," kuroo gestures to the empty coffeeshop before you, tables wiped and floor mopped and lights dimmed, "till i graduate, and then get my first job and give money to my dad and start paying off my student loans, this and that... well, i'm just saying that it's going to take a while before we can settle down in a place of our own."

you watch as his toothpick swirls round and round his coffee, the heart (or the onion, according to him) now a homogenous off-white blob.

"and how accurate are those calculations?" you grab a cup off the drying rack and start polishing next to him.

"fairly accurate, i think? i can do up an excel sheet if you want."

you bite back a grin at how earnest he sounds. “tetsu, my love. even if you do up your calculations on excel, run it through an expert, or use the world’s most powerful computer, you’ll still be wrong.”

“...why?”

“because you forgot to factor in me.” 

clink! kuroo drops his toothpick back into its holder. 

“if we’re going to get married, and buy a house, and a car, and an automated laundry drying rack, we’re going to do it together. there’s no way i’m making you shoulder all that financial burden alone.”

“but i want to provide for you. it’s my job, y’know?” he says, voice quiet. “if possible, i’d send you home right now and just close up on my own. you should be in bed with a face mask on, not polishing cups.”

“no way, tetsu. we’re going to close together, and do life together,” you put down your cup and grab his wrist, his wrist bone hard under your thumb. “first jobs, marriage, getting an apartment, kids. i want it all to be a you and me thing, not a you and you thing.”

you pull him closer to you, staring hard at his handsome side profile. even with the exhaustion of the past day painted on his features—dark undereyes, nose shiny, and his hair sticking up in the back, you still find it hard to resist the urge to hold and kiss him. 

“i want to kiss you,” he blurts out, as if he read your mind. he pulls his wrist from your hand, reaching for your waist—but you stop him with a hand on his chest, suddenly overcome with shyness.

“you can’t, we’re working.”

“but we closed half an hour ago!”

“there are still cameras around, silly.” but you let kuroo pull you close and excuse the hand he’s settled on your hip in favour of looking at the latte he was messing with.

the big milk foam blob was accompanied by two similar, smaller blobs on its left and right.

“it’s a bear,” your lover says proudly. “for you.” 

“it’s cute.” 

“i love you.”

you hum, leaning into his warmth. “i love you too.”

student loans, housing, your shift tomorrow—those can wait.

for now, it’s just you and kuroo and his failed latte art, surrounded by the scent of sweet coffee and cake. and it’s more than enough. 

it’s all you ever wanted. 

#beep boop i hope i managed to get the rough idea across #i was just thinking that kuroo would grow up to become a person with a fair amount of worries for the future #especially when living in tokyo.... it's competitive #i don't want a house!!! not yet!!!! i just want to have fun loving my barista bf y'know!!!! #bahahah anyways : ) ty for reading if u did #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #yuna writes

[c0yb0y]

i made a meep/meeps flag based off of the meep/beep the meep from the 60th dr who bc my baby cousin saw the meep, went "omg i can do that????" and started using meep/meeps and meep was begging me for a flag

[ID: A pride flag with five horiztonal stripes of: pale pink, red-pink, dark brown, taup, and cream. In the center of the flag is a drawing of the Meep's face from Doctor Who, looking up, with the Meep's fur, ears, and eyes in the same colors as the flag: Cream fur, a grey nose, pink and red ears, brown eyes. Above this is text reading "meep/meeps". End ID.]

#beep the meep #the meep #doctor who 60th anniversary #doctor who #meep/meepself #meep/meeps #neopronouns #neopronouns flag #xenopronouns #xenopronouns flag #ty to the describethings blog for the ID i totally forgot <3

[robotgirlservos]

titch loaf titch loaf titch loaf

loaf of void

#robo beeps #oc: titch #i need a proper art tag #ty for the ask!

[giftedeath]

@goddessrisen / starters ; ❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

nervous  hands  move  frantically  to  clean  up  the  mess  she  had  made,  𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚  𝒌𝒏𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔  and  bandages  strewn  haphazardly  around.   ❛  do  i  yell  at  you  a  lot  or  something  ?  ❜  buffy  lets  out  a  low,  slightly  sarcastic  chuckle.  but  it’s  also  her  way  of  accepting  the  help,  pushing  the  first  aid  kit  in  hyeon’s  direction.  ❛  you  ever  heard  of  a  mohra  demon  ?  turns  out  punching  them  relentlessly  doesn’t  really  do  much.  hence  the  state  i’m  in.  ❜

#goddessrisen #not me making this a bandaging up buffys wounds scenario #ty for sending i love hyeon so much <3 #we admire from afar #if the apocalypse comes / beep me ! › answered. #she who hangs out a lot in cemeteries › ic. #verse › tbd

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

What if merman Gojo was terrified of cats and has never seen one before 😂

mer!sugu would suddenly grow a lot fonder of reader’s cat LMAO….. they team up and scare him <3 suguru thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and so does your cat. you? after being forced to comfort a shaken up merman for half an hour.. not so much.

#hehe these asks are very cute <33 #ty for sending them in anon!! #this scenario is soo funny to me 😭😭 poor bby………. #i just feel like he has the softest softest little voice so when he gets scared he just. screeches #it’s like a loud beep #<333 love him so dearly #ask tag ✩ #mer!sugu <33

[messilymoonlit]

we, as people, are meant to coexist with others; not to subside entirely off of ourselves as individuals. why would i buy a blu-ray player when i can borrow one from a friend.

#btw liam if ur reading this ty again :-) unsure if it will be urs which i end up borrowing but i seriously appreciate it nonetheless #benny beeps

[yeonghan-bh]

✷ A WINDING RIVER ( self para ) location. mugunghwa gala, auction

one can typically find rivers hidden in the shadows where the spotlight pays him no mind. he basks in the comfort of the unseen and ignored - especially when surrounded by those of higher status and means. this year’s gala seems to be an exception, however, as rivers positions himself in the dead center of the audience where the nobles looking to bid have found themselves. rather than the scowl he usually wears, rivers face is devoid of all emotion doing  little to give anyone a peek into his most inner thoughts as he raises his bidding paddle up to join those who also desire ownership of the unclaimed mine within the forest’s depths.

rivers has never dubbed himself as someone greedy, much less selfish. it was a trait he had been taught at a young age to survive without. in an environment where no one welcomed his existence yet made sure to take as much advantage of as they could, there was little space to fight for what he wanted.

following his scandalous leave and entrance into beonhwa, there was a part of him that had believed he’d finally be able to start over. but good things never truly last and the past was something that would always haunt rivers. at least, that was something they made certain for him - as if wanting to make sure that rivers would remember he would never be welcomed no matter where he went.

this is a truth that rivers had already learned to accept a long time ago. 

however, accepting a truth doesn’t quite necessarily mean that rivers has to accept its entirety. after all, as much as some of the nobles of beonhwa have made it clear their distaste for him - rivers steadily rose in their society asserting himself as someone they could neither take advantage of nor cast out. though he lacked social grace and common etiquette, rivers provided a masterful skill that none could deny.

but that wasn’t enough. ( thought it should have been - the quiet voice in the back of his mind tells him ).

because to own one of the most coveted and unclaimed pieces of land within beonhwa… it was merely a stepping stone in the grander scheme of life for rivers.

#self para ✘ #event ✘ #bhrp:event001 #— skibbidy doo beep bop #— ty for all the recovery wishes! #— im feeling a lil better so i wanted to get some of this out before the deadline is up! #— did i do this right did the answer get across ;n; #— u guys can officially award me for worst at answering dms im so sorry ;;

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok Texting During Class

#I lau ghed when Janeway was talking and I started hearing soft PADD beeping....'it BETTER not be Tuvok' I thought...AND IT WAS HEHEHEHHE #/WHAT/ ARE YOU TY PING #I really want to see what Tuvok's PADD looks like he is ALWAYS on that thing #I guess that's what happens when you're the chief tactical/security officer on VOYAGER of all ships #tuvok cam #also for a second when I uncovered this screenshot I thought they were holding hands HEHEHHE

[8bit-mau5]

spec loves me

#you wish you were me #HE SNAGGED BOTH SLOTS SO TY EVERYONE FOR THE BOOSTS! ill have more slots open in a few weeks if #my YCH dont sell #8bit beeps

[dykesbat]

to help with the music drought i recommend daidaidai if you want loudness! they're very mechanical though but the noise is great. zz arin is my favorite song of theirs. also maybe look into earwig's "under my skin i am laughing" for a similar noisy mechanical sound but in a warmer way, it's hard to describe

HI MELO!! SORRY FOR THE LONG AWAITED RESPONSE LISTENING TO THEM RN I REALLY LIKE THE VIBES!!

#the beep boops are so fun <3 ty :'') #melo tag #asks

[silveme]

You are all afraid to put charli xcx vroom vroom for Jake lockley on your moon knight playlists. But not me. It’s called innovation.

#VROOM VROOM cute sexy and my rides spor-ty #BEEP BEEP SO LETS RIDE #moon knight #jake lockley

[meanttofindeachother]

Fic Tropes Game

Tagged by @beepbeepsan, thank you beep 🥺💜

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // canon compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

I don’t know who’s done it already, so I’m tagging @amidnightmoon and @amiddaysun (you two are so cute to tag together), @explorersaremadeofhope, @loflight501, @ink-phoenix and @tomboyluce 👀 (feel free to ignore!!)

#forced myself to pick one in each pairing 😩 italics is for stronger preferences #ty beep!! this was fun 🥺 loved seeing all your colours you're SO organised always omg #tag game

[robotgirlservos]

have any cool characters you haven't talked much about?

I feel like I haven't posted much about the other main characters from Titch's group, (or Daisy either) so here we go:

J-ams "James":

a robotic crow from a world that's frozen over. He was the prototype of a line of robotic deliverybirds. In this world, it was hazardous to be outside with all the ice and snow, since their amber core died out, there was nothing left to give warmth. Eventually certain vital parts gave out. The parts were unique to him, and with everything deteriorating as it was, the parts couldn't be replaced.

In the culture of his world, a proper sendoff involved releasing the body over the edge, so their spirit could continue to fly. His creator, who viewed himself as more of a father, performed the rites himself.

Carnelia Helvite:

When you look up at the stars, there's one right in the center, much larger, higher, and older than the rest. Carnelia is the crown princess of that world, though she prefers to be called "General." She and the rest of her family are some of the very very few red eyed people that exist in this story. Most people are wary of red eyes simply because their legends and folklore only ever mention a red eyed person once: an ancient and evil tyrant.

A few assassinations were attempted on Carnelia's family, but she and her personal guard managed to rebuff them and track the fleeing assassins, pinning their ship between her own ships and the edge of the world. But her ship was rammed from behind. Her trusted second in command pushing the ship over the edge with her onboard.

Alwyn:

gonna be honest I really need to work on this one more. I need some kind of inspiration for this character that I just don't have.

He's mostly the one that fixed up James, and taught Titch a lot about robotics, other than that most of this guy is still undecided

"Daisy":

She's a Bit of a weird one. She wakes up in a random place with no memory, no idea how she got there, no clues to her identity. She adventures for a while, falling into strong groups. He wields both steel and magic and has a reputation for being unkillable. Things that are normally a guaranteed kill heal within seconds, and she has all the scars to prove it. Eventually she finds a secret library that only she can access. A library of her journals from before her memories began. Every 10 years of journals starts the same: "I woke up in an unfamiliar place with no memory. I've started calling myself [name]."

Something happens to her every 10 years and its nearly that time since she began her journals again with her current name. The library seems to stretch on for eternity, decade after decade, life after life, her journals stretch back in time 30, 50, 100,000 years? But they still don't explain where she came from, how she was born, what she is, or even what her real name is.

There's a special area of her library that is dedicated to a certain string of lives within the same 80 year period, each of them was called "Daisy," and she was married to the most wonderful little kobold. Some of these lives she dedicated to just living with her wife and son, never reaching a very high skill level in combat. She didn't need to. She didn't want to.

There's an audio playback device from the same time period. The device is well worn, but obviously cared for. It looks like it's been played millions of times over.

#robo beeps #oc: james #oc: Daisy #oc: carnelia #ty for the ask!

[honeyviscera]

taro for the ask game!

hmmmm let's see! i'd probably talk abt exams + my plans for the summer! oh wait i'd definitely tell them abt this essay i wrote for an exam on a book i really liked bc i am. SUPER proud of this essay ok. i was very happy with it and i think i did a really good job i'd also just talk about the book in general bc i am. in love with it

#hm yeah. #^the book is heaven by mieko kawakami btw. i adore it it's so well written and heartbreaking and beautiful and #n e ways #ty for the ask beep!!! #<3 #ocean asks

[giftedeath]

@mystxoak said “  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

❛   well  ,  i'll  tell  you  what  sherlock  holmes  ...  you  are  unbelievable.  ❜  the  sarcasm  was  nothing  new  for  buffy  ,  but  the  wound  decorating  her  left  arm  —  the  one  she  was  currently  CLUTCHING  at,  blood  soaking  her  hands  ...  that  was  more  so  a  concern  ,  a  surprise  even.  ❛  are  you  just  gonna  stand  there  or  d'you  think  you  could  maybe  help  me  out  ?  get  something  to  stop  the  bleeding.  i  mean  unless  you'd  rather  have  me  bleed  out  and  DIE  on  you  ,  i'm  sure  that  won't  mess  you  up  or  anything.  ❜  ok  ...  so  maybe  she  was  being  a  little  dramatic.

#if the apocalypse comes / beep me ! › answered. #mystxoak #ty for sending this was fun !!