#can you tell im a goblin enthusiast

[m1kkorin]

osiris-class nhps i love you. youre perfect and everyone should clap. nobody is doing it like you. hurl that mf rn. wowwww ty you did so well!!!

#can you tell im a goblin enthusiast #lancer rpg #osiris-class nhp #nhp #goblin lancer #me and my beautiful osiris nhp <3 #we are happily married bc my pilot is literally ride or die for that bitch

[sgcairo]

More Mamatorre thoughts:

-Whenever they see eachother for the first time in months, they start giggling and spinning around like school girls

-She has an old photo of baby Dottore chewing on a ruin guard part and claims it's "on of her favorites"

-In the hallway of her house the walls are full of photos, and the first time she met Pants she spend at the very least an hour explaining the story behind each and every one of them

- Since she and Dot have their own lil spot for their picnics, she went and found a seperate small spot for her and Anastasiy to hang out when they wanna go outside

- I feel like her favorite fruit would be some kind of citrus, something like oranges or grapefruits

- She always makes sure to give Anastasiy some pressed flowers from her garden to send back home when he visits

- When Dottore was young, any time he'd get angry or frustrated she'd send him outside to chop wood or just destroy something to relieve some stress

- I like to think that whenever her husband was too annoying she'd just put sleeping pills in his coffe(my aunt used to do this but with her in-laws. She was an interesting woman)

- She love pinching Danya's cheeks and likes giving him and all of the clones forehead kisses

- Her house is quite cluttered. You have to watch your step quite a bit to make sure you don't accidentaly knock something over or step on a beaker. She just has lots of things laying around

- She has a glass table with all sorts of moths and butterflies in it

- I feel like she should have at least some kind of animal companion. Maybe a snake?

- I know you mentioned that her teeth are slighlty less pointy than Dottore's, but im gonna double down and say hers are actualy sharper. Dottore, apart from his height and teefs, looks pretty much identical to her. When you look at his dad, you'd probably think he was just some sort of family friend and not actualy related to him

- She has a "Number 1 mom in the world" mug Dot handmade when he was like 10 and she still often uses it to drink her morning tea

All of this, yes, and allow me to add on some little things of my own:

-When Dottore was younger, Mamatorre would tell him to go run around in the woods whenever he was feeling angry/antsy. This led to a dirt covered, absolutely wild Dottore scurrying through the forest at questionable hours of the night, to the point that he would scare the absolute daylights out of travelers passing through the forest, with his pointy teeth and red eyes glowing like some kind of gremlin when fire from a lantern or torch passed by. It didn't help that he had a biting problem at that age, which left many poor souls with a fear of the deep Sumeru forests, and whatever goblin apparently attacked them there. Dottore became something of a cryptid as a result, and when Magdalena eventually heard about it, she laughed so hard she cried.

-Her favorite fruit is actually oranges, believe it or not, and she has a tree she's been nurturing for years in her garden. Whenever the segments visit, she always makes sure to pack them a basket of them for the boat home, just so they don't get scurvy and almost die (again). Unfortunately, they wouldn't stay good long enough to make it back to her son in Snezhnaya, but she always sets one aside when she peels them in the morning for breakfast, only to be painfully reminded that her little Zandik isn't going to run up and squirrel it away.

-She doesn't have an animal companion quite yet, but she does have her own little version of Benben, named Qalbi. It's quite the enthusiastic little thing, and usually floats around the garden beeping along to a tune that only it can hear. Qalbi tends to accompany her into town to deliver "medicine" (mostly to ensure her safety by Dottore's orders), and gets very excited when she gives it a coin to keep for being such a good helper.

-As for her home, it's definitely somewhat cluttered, but it's comforting that way. Unlike Dottore's lab, her cottage is more cozy than cramped, and her equipment is always tucked safely away, so none of the segments will run into it by accident and get hurt. A lot of her more dangerous tools are baby-proofed, because her son's segments are a handful, and also can be little idiots in the heat of the moment. She doesn't want any recreations of Julius Caesar happening in her living room, and that means putting the blades in the secret drawer for safekeeping.

-While you'd think that a man like Dottore would keep his cool when seeing his mother for the first time in literal months to preserve his dignity- you'd be wrong. In fact, he starts shouting at the top of his lungs, and once he reaches Mamatorre, he scoops her up like she weighs nothing, gives her a little spin, and continues to hug her until she manages to extract herself somehow. I mean, she's not much better, also shouting and hugging him back like it's the last hug she'll ever get, but they're both dramatic as all get out, let them have their moment. The segments have similar reactions, except it's a group hug that threatens to squish poor Mamatorre, but she's always delighted to see her favorite little ones. Even if they popped her back a little.

-She absolutely loves braiding little flowers into Danya's hair (and that of the other segments, if they'll stop eating the damn flowers out of her hand). Making little flower crowns and twisting flowers into their hair like she used to do with Dottore when he was little always brings a smile to her face, especially seeing the delight from Danya when he looks in the mirror. It takes some convincing to make any of them take it out, but that only makes her fondness grow.

-Mamatorre is quite lonely, actually. While she seems to be quite friendly, and the people in the nearby village like her quite a bit, she's not... close to anyone. Outside of her son and his cohort, that is. Sure, she knows a few harbingers from her son's letters, and has met a few wayward travelers throughout her time in the woods, but she's almost always alone. It's not that she likes being alone, quite the opposite, but those who are close to her always seem to leave. She won't stop trying to hold onto those she cares about, but it hurts, being old and alone in the middle of the woods, with no one but your son to take care of you. But alas, it's the reality of her life. Perhaps that's why she jumps so readily at the possibility of staying in Zapolyarny for a while, at least there she always has some sort of company, even if it's not the one she came for.

That's all I have for now, but more is coming! Enjoy!

#mamatorre #il dottore #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #il dottore's clones #genshin impact oc #babytorre #anastasiy

[vespertin-y]

liveblog-o-clock! this time the first part of ch4′s daily life...mostly i just get real sad about gonta and rapidly whiplash between wanting to fistfight maki in a waffle house and wanting to wrap her in a blanket.

-[in a situation like this...i don’t see how we all could possibly stay enthusiastic. ...well, with two exceptions.] “what’s wrong, bro!? you’re not gonna eat!?” “if you don’t eat, then gonta will eat you instead, shuichi!” HPDJSDHSDGHSDHF. why would you pay attention to kaito and kokichi’s tragic parallels when you could pay attention to their funny ones truly.

-himikoooo :’) she’s clearly doing a bit of fake-it-til-you-make-it here, but her determination to be better is really endearing and genuinely inspiring. also the way she gets way too enthusiastic way too fast and almost keels over is hilarious.

-”there’s nothing more depressing than an unnoticed prank.” EATING THIS...do u think he realizes how much this sentence reveals about him.

-”it’s like a titty no one wants to fondle!” characterization moment over miu time now (it’s ok though i laughed)

-”no! you don’t get to tell gonta what to do anymore!” “y-yeah...gonta learn lesson after insect meet and greet...” gonta LITERALLY AGREED to help kokichi w/ the motive video plan, adding the meet-n-greet was completely unnecessary and only fractured their partnership. it’s almost like kokichi’s paranoia is destroying his interpersonal relationships or something...

-”yoink! i’ll take that card key then!” we don’t talk about how funny this is often enough. like yes it’s about to lead to horrible horrible tragedy, but the fact that kokichi’s so done with this shit he fucking STEALS THE MOTIVE AND CLIMBS INTO THE VENTS WITH IT makes me cackle. goblin mode activated.

-”shuichi is so amazing. gonta wanna be useful to everyone too.” “don’t worry. when the time comes, we’ll use your body as a meat shield.” “okay! gonta hope time come soon!” WERE IT NOT FOR THE LAWS OF THIS LAND (me being a 100 pound asthmatic and harukawa maki being fictional) I WOULD HAVE SLAUGHTERED YOU!!!! no one even REACTS to her saying this im so fucking madddd. when kokichi spouts lines literally indistinguishable from this the other characters *rightfully* understand him as a massive asshole and ostracize him from the group!! but GOD FORBID kodaka’s most favoritest waifu be treated as a complex and morally gray person instead of a prop in thigh highs who can’t be held responsible for anything she says!! i need to go pet my dog.

-ok i petted murry’s lil face i can be normal about fake people now. anyway NEW AREAS!! kiibo not liking his lab is obviously more of a gag than ryoma and shuichi not liking theirs but it still makes me sad. give my boy his wind chimes :[

-the cathedral floor is gorgeous, but it feels almost mocking now that angie can’t see it...

-”to become a completely different person and feel like you’re part of a different world...doesn’t that sound interesting? don’t you want to live in a fictional world?” NO!!! BAD TSUMUGI!!!!!!!! TAKE THAT MALADAPTIVE COPING MECHANISM OUT OF YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW-

-”yeah, before i got sponsors for my cosplaying, i worked a bunch of jobs. i used to say to my customers...”i’m in a bit of financial trouble...if only someone could help me out...”” HPDHBSGDHS. i love these little bits we get of tsumugi having a mischievous side, like here and the FTE where she says she can walk into trains and movie theatres without paying for a ticket. i wish it came up more often, both in canon and fic.

-turns out the very concrete memory i had of what shuichi’s lab looked like was...completely wrong. huh.

-”but this place doesn’t match you at all. i think this lab is too good for someone like you.” “ahaha, you might be right...first i need a cloak and a deerstalker.” “what...? the clothes wouldn’t even look good on you. it won’t suit you at all, so don’t even try it.” goes to pet my dog again

-tsumugi’s lab having a drink mixing station and shuichi’s lab having a cabinet of poison is such a good red herring lol, i was SWEATING waiting for someone to keel over my whole first time through this chapter.

-”huh? didn’t i tell you before? i believe in people i wanna believe in. and if they betray me, it just means i made a bad call believing in them.” DEAR GOD NOT THIS AGAIN...not everything is ur responsibility spaceman!!

-”heh...hehehehe...mankind deserves damnation...fuck that! we’re already damned here! being stuck here with you losers is the worst hell there is!” “the “you losers” part...wasn’t necessary.” “sh-shut up! i’m tired of this! let us outta here! let us out! c’mon, don’t leave us in here! pull us out!” “miu, calm down! it’s okay! gonta will protect you!” cool coolcoolcoolcool im not obliterated by that at all ○|￣|_

-kokichi claims he hasn’t found what the card key opens in a way that makes it sound like an obvious lie, but since gonta only says he took the boulder off the manhole much later in the conversation, it seems he’s telling the truth. i doubt if he’d asked gonta to move it so he could go in gonta would’ve/could’ve kept it a secret, plus kokichi’s not acting Completely Fucked quite yet.

-FTE time! they picked another of kokichi’s first. the pre-FTE dialogue being kokichi dragging shuichi around the entire dome looking for places the card key could go is cute, the actual FTE just being them having a tea party moreso. also: “my organization requires everyone to have an afternoon tea break. it increases productivity.” “ah. that sounds like a rather...peaceful organization.” “yup. the supreme leader, *ahem* me, is a pacifist. that’s why i settle fights with games.” i wanna see the DICE tea parties....do you think there’s actual tea or do they just put cheap soda in fancy (stolen) teacups.

-they only got time for one FTE...? weird. not as weird as the monokubs were being in the nighttime announcement though :[

-”um, angie’s gone, and student council not around anymore...but gonta still think it best to not go out at nighttime. cuz ryoma got killed at nighttime. and angie, too.” “that’s true...but the promise i made to kaito is really important to me. i can’t break it. i promise, i’ll go right back afterwards. and i’ll make sure we stick together.” “...gonta careless just now. gonta not know you make such important promise to kaito. gonta...so useless.” “no, no! not at all, gonta. don’t worry about it. we all know how much you care about us.” “...” “gonta?” “shuichi, gonta come to decision!” “huh? what have you decided...?” “hmm, actually...gonta will tell everyone tomorrow, when everyone together.” SAIGOKU ARMY HOW U FEELING? BAD???????? the closest thing we have to a true saiou confession scene is kokichi trying to convince shuichi to do murder-suicide with him and somehow not even that shattered my heart like this. how do y’all COPE.

-”by the way...this seems like a good time to ask, but...did you...like kaede?” “huh?” “well...i assumed you didn’t, because that would be weird.” “what do you mean, “weird”?” “liking someone you just met...especially in a situation like this...” (appropriately sepia-toned flashback to the hand holding scene.) “then tell me...under what circumstances is liking someone *not* weird?” “...huh? i...don’t know. i don’t...really understand what that is...nevermind. just forget i ever asked.” “forget you asked? why did you bring this up, maki?” “...no reason. i was only curious.“ “no reason? maki, you’re being...cruel. you ask me a personal question, then act like you don’t care-” “hey! were you guys making out while i was gone!?” WHPDJFHBDSF THANKS, KAITO. in all seriousness though i really do love this scene. shuichi’s right, maki *is* cruel here - but not on purpose. she’s poorly socialized and miserable and blunt and doesn’t understand what she’s feeling - of course she’d accidentally hurt her friends’ feelings sometimes. and it DOES clearly hurt shuichi’s feelings!! he doesn’t move on seemingly without even registering what she said (like the awful gonta shit earlier) or try to make an awkward joke (like in the lab). he just tells her flat-out ‘hey that was mean and made me feel bad’, and i think they were really going somewhere communication-wise before they got cut off!! (no real complaints though it was hilarious). i have (1) fic currently up on my ao3 rn and it’s a maki+shuichi fic i primarily based off this scene. the only maki characterization that matters 2 me <3

-that’s the end of day fourteen! we’ve just now reached TWO WEEKS what the hell. i have so much respect for people who actually try and follow the canon timeline in their fics, i could never. see you next time! love you!

#dr #mem liveblogs #DW I WROTE THIS A FEW DAYS AGO

[junietuesday]

so far in bg3 ive beaten the goblin camp and am holding off on doing the tiefling party until i get more affection. (im TOO indecisive and aroallo and polyam for this what do you MEAN i cant just sleep w any of the characters i want without having to get into their full on romance routes. dont tell me every single one of these characters wants that deep emotional connection or w/e like come on 😭) and i have id say. more than half the companions now? so recording my thoughts. normally i make little posts while i game but bg3 is so addicting i couldnt even open tumblr to talk abt it. i played it for almost 12 hours i think today (with breaks in between but STILL). which is why this is so long im rambling abt everything since i started the game

i feel like me and shadowheart have a good thing going rn if she were more physically my type i think id be certain on romancing her. im attached to her we’ve been together since the start of the game (i didnt find any of the other companions until after i went to the druid grove and had made it to the goblin camp LMAO i didnt realize they were all just right there). shes very pragmatic but i also notice she approves occasionally when im nice. i like her <3 we’re besties we’re a Team

i found astarion second and. yeah i get why hes tumblr’s favorite. hes an evil flirty fruity vampire. he has white hair and pronouns. that bloodsucking scene might as well have just been a sex scene. i enjoy him in my party (actually hes my fav character to play as, i love dashing around and stabbing and vampire biting people. i originally thought id have him as kind of a spellcaster but i even paid to respec him to have more mobility spells/traits. also hes my go-to for picking locks and disarming traps, w items and keeping him fed ive gotten him up to +7 sleight of hand, it was 9 before but i think i might have accidentally removed a bonus when respeccing him lmao. hes like the most useful of my party outside of combat. anyway) and im a lesbian but im literally torn on whether or not i should accept his proposition at the tiefling party bc hes just so entertaining. i might full on romance him in another save. but the thing w him is that im a monsterfucker sure (karlach 💞) but i dont like his moral compass it makes conversations w him so difficult to navigate it stresses me out. like im playing a self-insert and kind of just choosing the options i choose right. but he probably thinks all my dialogue options are too soft and weak and wishy-washy💔 like sorry i dont think idolizing absolute power is a good thing bro. even if i get why hed be obsessed w power after 200 years of utterly lacking any. doesnt mean i have to agree w his cynicism

on that topic thats why im utterly enamored w karlach💗💗 i love her. like of all the romancable characters i genuinely would enjoy dating her. if it werent for my emotional attachment to shadowheart after being w her so long itd be a no brainer. like at the beginning i just wanted her in my party bc shes a hot buff demon lady. but shes such a joy??? her zest for even the little things in life like her dialogue w shadowheart abt nature. her just cheerfully dancing in camp. shes boisterous and passionate and enthusiastic. also shes the only one of the characters i like who approves when i go out of my way to help people and when i brainwashed this monster into cannibalizing its pack (fucked up but i didnt wanna fight the whole horde And it) shadowheart and astarion approved but she Disapproved, and idk it just feels like a breath of fresh air to see someone who’s more openly just held on to goodness after everything shes gone through, after shadowheart’s and astarion’s disregard for other people. i need to find her a mechanic to fix her engine but i dont think i can go to the tiefling camp without triggering the party scene so. 💔

i dont really like gale tbh. i mean i dont Not like him he was fine to have in my party but as soon as karlach came along it was an easy choice to kick him out. his storyline is interesting from what ive seen but i feel like. im just not charmed by him lol. i failed a roll while he was trying to teach me magic in this probably romantic scene but he just cut it off there and i didnt bother savescumming to reroll. i also have met wyll but yeah hes fine. kind of the goody type from what ive seen and hes nice enough im also just not charmed. truly i think its just that im a lesbian but i find these two boring in comparison to the three above. ive also found halsin and hes abt to join my party but i made my character a druid already so hes kinda redundant😭 i googled it and hes the only one whos down w polyamory which is so sad bc i can see why people who like men find him hot but i dont, why couldnt any of the three companions i actually like let me date multiple people 😭😭 sadness. i wish it was like sdv where you can date everyone w no consequences as long you exclude one person. i dont like any of the guys except astarion please bg3😭😭😭

#june speaks #june games #holy shit that was a lot #see im so obsessed w this game i cant wait to dive into the fanfiction these characters are so great but i have to actually finish the game

[secret-engima]

y'know, in Demons verse, Regis being his wife - who isn't named as Aulea but im /assuming/ - and his daughter Nocturne to meet Night King Noctis. What's that like from Aulea/the wife's POV, after all the everything? all the drama and that?

Oooooo yes his wife is Aulea in this verse but I didn’t consider-.

Hmmm.

Yes he does take her and his daughter to meet the Night King.

It’s an ... experience.

...

Aulea has known for a long time about Regis’s connection to the Night King. They were childhood friends and sweethearts in the court before Regis disappeared with his Retinue into the dark kingdom. Then after Mors and the Invasion Turned Aside he was ... gone. For years. She heard nothing until five years after his kidnapping (willing kidnapping) when a letter arrives in her chambers with no sign of messenger or courier bird. Aulea is understandably paranoid.

The letter is from Regis. Politely (shyly) asking if he can write to her because ... his father isn’t responding.

She writes back against her better judgement.

It’s the start of a long distance relationship that leads to marriage as soon as Regis returns. Through his letters she gets a look into his mind, and into the night kingdom, so when their daughter is old enough to travel and Regis says he wants to introduce them to the Accursed ... she is not as terrified as her servants who hear and beg her in private to say no. She has heard Regis’s stories of the Night Kingdom for years, she has seen her husband come back calm and steady and clear-eyed, wise beyond his age because of what he has learned watching and aiding the Night King rule his kingdom. They have an alliance with the Night Kingdom. There is nothing to fear.

That doesn’t mean she isn’t nervous though. It is a ... strange place and the clouds above it are so very ominous. The creatures that greet them at the border are courteous but strange (and terrifying looking in more than one case, but Aulea refuses to start an incident by reacting to her fear). Regis greets them with familiarity, some he even introduces as friends (who she knows by name from the letters, but seeing a towering Ronin who served as her husband’s sparring partner for a time and hearing about him are .. two different things).

The people are the strangest. Pale from the weak sun but not unhealthy, chattering easily in both Common, a foreign rolling tongue she cannot place, and the screeching of the daemons they live with. The children ride on the backs of Arachne and clamber over the dozing iron giants, the adults haggle with the goblin traders or call enthusiastic welcomes to Regis as they pass. Regis greets them with far less kingly dignity and more the calm warmth of a returning friend.

Then they reach the Citadel. The home of the Accursed, the ruler of the Night, and Aulea feels her heart pound despite the reassuring hand her husband has on her back, his other arm holding their daughter (why did they bring her here why oh why oh why). They are escorted to the throne room, a towering, shadowed thing with eerie blue flames on the walls to light the way and a large stone throne cushioned with red velvet. A young man sits there, younger than he should be (but what is aging to an immortal anyway), half sprawled on the throne, listening to a daemon murmur some report before he spots them enter.

Blue eyes hone in on them and Aulea forces her chin to stay up and her breathing to stay steady as magic, heavy and curious and powerful like a lazy behemoth rolls over them in silent question.

In Regis’s grip, their daughter coos and stirs.

The Night King’s eyes snap to Regis, then down to the child and he sits up, eyes focused as a predator and Aulea longs for the knife in her dress even though she knows it will not help, not with the Accursed and his Retinue of rogues (a rogue Amicitia, a blond with a smile like the sun and weapons that crack like thunder, a blind chef who can spot you from a hundred yards away). A flick of the Accursed’s hand and the daemon bows and leaves, leaving just the king on his throne and the Retinue who cluster at its base as Regis approaches without fear.

“Noctis” Regis says without a hint of formality, “may I introduce my wife, Aulea, and my daughter ... Nocturne.”

The Night King doesn’t move. He looks like he’s been carved form ivory stone, only the glow of suppressed magic in his eyes to tell he is a living thing. He doesn't even seem to be breathing (do Immortals need to breathe? Or are they more like corpses that do not rot and are not confined to coffins?)

Then, as quickly as he’d frozen, he is moving. Down from his throne, down the steps to stand on equal ground with Regis, staring down at her daughter with an expression Aulea cannot read and does not trust.

She sucks in a breath despite herself when the Night King reaches out and rests a hand on her daughter’s head, but Regis is smiling, pure trust in his eyes, and the hand is gentle on her daughter’s head. Nocturne, sleepy from the journey, nuzzles trustingly into the hand of the man who rules daemon kind.

And then- without warning or sound-

The Night King is crying.

Soft, silent tears that trickle down his cheeks as his magic coils around them in great, possessive folds, thrumming against her bones like a shield made of the softest furs. His eyes flicker, caught between the deep blue of all Lucis Caelums and a bloody, wild red.

Regis unhesitatingly passes Nocturne over to the Night King, who cradles her like she’s made of spun glass and will shatter if he breathes wrong, the same expression of reverent awe that was on her husband’s face when he first held his daughter.

And Aulea’s fear goes away.

There is no monster here.

There is only the very tired, broken man who is older than he appears, the loyal friend of her husband who never wanted violence and only wished for his people, strange as they were, to be happy.

Aulea steps away from her husband’s bracing hand and curtseys to the king, low enough to be respectful, not low enough to be submissive, and smiles, “Thank you, for caring for my husband all those years, Your Majesty.”

The Night King blinks at her past his tears, swallowing and shifty like a shy teen rather than an ancient being and beloved king of daemons, ducks his head to gently nuzzle Nocturne’s hair as he whispers, “It was an honor. He is a wonderful man.”

Aulea feels something in her heart twist, gentle and fond and sad on his behalf even as his Retinue crowd close to coo over the child in their midst and whisper questions to Regis. It’s strange. She has known him for less than ten minutes, but those minutes are all she needs to know that everything King Mors court said about this man was wrong and everything in her husband’s letters was right.

This visit will go just fine.

#SE asks #anon asks #Demon in the Dark verse #aulea lucis caelum #FEELS #Secret Engima Rambles

[funkyness]

I really like the goblin core community and i want to be part of it because ever since i was a small child i have been mischievous and goblin like both in appearance and behaviour. But im not sure if i am allowed to label myself as a goblin because maybe i don't meet the full requirements and i wouldn't want to give this lovely community a bad rep??? Are there specific requirements that i should meet or can i just collect rocks and and be a worm enthusiast and label myself goblin with no problem

of course you can call yourself a goblin ! goblincore in itself is an aesthetic, like cottagecore and clowncore, so really anyone can join. the only requirement to be a part of goblincore is liking goblincore ! also being accepting of everyone is a big part of goblincore so if anyone tells you you can't be a part of it, then they aren't a very good goblin.

#goblinanswers

[oh-its-souichi]

Aw

Yo! 

Shigaraki X Reader

Another fic about Shig being a father? 

Hell ya 

... I can’t help it... Him being a dad just gives me... life.

Im sorry

Also the final chapter of Ultra Violence will be posted sometime this week and after that I will be continuing the Dabi fic Ive been working on.

Warning- I didn’t know how Nomu were made so I just guessed, FLUFF, Daughters name is Shi because its like "she" but spelled cool and Im lazy.

It was all but silent in the warehouse. 

Around him was the bothersome buzzing of the machines at work while the water that the Nomu grew in sloshed around. With the attack on the Yuuai summer camp underway they were there to check on Dabi’s Nomu’s.

The patchwork villain wouldn’t shut up about it so Shigaraki, fed up, told him to meet up with his at the warehouse so they could see how the creature was progressing.

To the left of him Kurogiri was fidgeting with a control panel while Shi played with a small nail she had found while wondering around the warehouse.

Dabi stared down at her wondering if he should take the nail away from her but shrugged and turned his attention to one of the brains floating in the sickly green water. "Hey boss are you cool with her having that?" Dabi suddenly spoke the situation irking him for some reason.

Shigaraki looked briefly down at his daughter and grunted seeing no issue. It was nice she had found something to preoccupy herself with instead of badgering him.

Shi quietly hummed a song Shigaraki had heard play at the beginning of one of the magical girl series she was obsessed with. 

Well, the one she was obsessed with right now. It seemed to change every week though. 

The only reason he was aware of the change is because sometimes he got on his computer to read the news and what not he would hear two little feet tumble into the room, the pressure of her eyes falling on him. “Daddy” she would say locking her sights beginning the silent battle.

He would try to ignore her, grumbling under his breath at her while focusing on whatever he was doing that day until he just gave up.

“Uh fine. You’re so annoying.” he would groan minutes into the stare down.

Begrudgingly he would lift her onto his lap and go to the website that illegally uploaded movies and episodes of various titles, clicking on whatever caught her interest.

Usually the shows consisted of brightly colored character who were overly enthusiastic and made his head ache. His fingers would find their way up to his throat scratching ruthlessly. 

He didn’t like having to share especially with a little girl that just walks in and demands things of him without saying a single word but he found it was easier to let her watch it for a few minutes and often times he didnt give into her, like yesterday, but on days he was to exhausred to fight he would

It was better then dealing with her silently crying, having hidden herself under a blanket in a corner somewhere and then you looking at him with the damn puppy dog eyes asking "She just wants to spend time with you T"

The two of you drove him crazy. 

But secretly he liked it. 

Shi dropped the nail in her hand to the ground and wandered up to his side standing up on her tip toes staring down into the water. “For me?” He heard her say. “Huh? he said twisting his expression underneath Father, casting his sights down to her. She shifted awkwardly under his gaze feeling the pressure. Nervously she twisted the toe of her small beat up sneakers into the cement floor. She had learned in the two years she had been alive that odd things set her father off and it was not fun to be at the receiving end of his dangerous temper. “One for me?” she repeated pointing at herself. 

Shigaraki paused letting her words sink in before a smile spread across his face. “You want a Nomu?” he asked shifting his eyes from the little girl to one of the floating brains. A lightness entered his chest and he almost felt uncomfortably elated. The feeling wasn’t entirely new he had felt it before when he saw himself on the news and heard the newscasters say his name with a adorable twang of fear in their voices. 

It made him proud.

He felt proud.  

He knelt down connecting he red eyes with her similarly colored ones. “Now what would a- How old are you?” he asked. She paused prodding her bottom lip with her pointer finger. 

“56 probably” 

“56?! Are you stupi-” 

“She’s two and a half Tomura Shigraki” Kurogiri said from the work bench himself and Dabi stood by while waiting for the machine he had been using to load the program he had to install. Shigaraki cocked his head in thought. ‘It’s been two years already. What the hell’ 

Shi had been his greatest mishap.

At 18 you were introduced into his life and he quickly became intrigued by you, obsessed with you. Eventually the two of you formed a strange relationship and he found himself spending more time alone with you in his room, knocking you up in the process.

After breaking the news to All for One he was surprised the elder man was somewhat supportive. ‘It’s a little earlier then I would have liked it to be but it’s good to secure an ere.’ 

They were not exactly the words he wanted to hear but that’s all ancient history now.

He studied her childish features seeing a lot more of himself in her face then you. She had light blue hair that was slightly wavy and bright red eyes the only real difference being she was a little bit cuter. 

“What would a two year old want with a Nomu?” he asked. Shi with a determined look on her face walked away from her father (to his confusion) making her way to Kurogiri where she interrupted the conversation he and Dabi were having to tug the newspaper he had in his hand. He released it watching her shyly walk back to Shigaraki. Clumsily unfolding the paper she pointed to a picture of All Might that was printed on it. “For Game over” she said. 

Shigaraki’s breath got caught in his throat leaving him breathless, his chest tightening harshly. Quickly his brain was overrun with images of him and his daughter releasing mass destruction upon the city hand in hand, well pinky in pinky. The effects on the public seeing a small innocent child basically murder innocent civilians would shake then to their core. The heros wouldnt even know what to do.

“Well” he said “What a promising little mistake you’re turning out to be. Kurogiri give one of these to her” he said grabbing Shi lightly by the hand, twirling her around. 

Kurogiri looked away from Dabi who raised his eyebrows unimpressed. “Are you sure that is wise?” he asked warily. Shigaraki dropped Shi’s hand raising up his arms. “What kind of father would I be to deny his own daughter’s wishes and aspirations.” he said smiling down on Shi who blushed. Dabi scoffed “Where was that attitude when you yelled at her for wanting to watch that kid show? Isnt that kinda like denying her aspirations??”

Shigaraki grew irritated “ Shut up patchwork. Kurogiri can you do it or not?” he asked glaring at the man. 

Kurogiri sighed to himself. “Yes I will set it up now” he said moving himself back to the control panel silently thinking to himself. (A peek into the mind of Kurogiri- ‘WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS ABSOLUTE HELL GOBLIN THINKI-) 

Dabi flashed Kurogiri an amused look before propping himself against one of the metal tables that sat adjacent to the Nomu’s “So Shi” he said earning a glare from Shigaraki.

Shi looked at him shyly her cheeks flushed. “Once you get this Nomu of yours how are you going to take him down?” 

She thought for a moment before smiling viciously, much like her fathers smile. “Like this!” she triumphed fiercely punching Dabi in the leg making him jump slightly in shock.  Shigaraki burst out in laughter standing up to ruffle Shi’s hair. “Very good!” he praised picking her carefully up. “Next time aim a little higher.” 

... 

Later in the evening after you had returned from shopping you expected to be berated by Shigaraki for being out to long but instead were left alone. Pleasantly surprised you retired to the bar reading one of your books when you noticed Shi and her father whispering to one another for a suspicious amount of time. You snuck a glance at them every now and then. It was very rare for him to interact with her so much. 

Breaking their secret meeting Shi wobbled over to you with a smile as bright as the sun. 

“Hi mommy” she said attempting to grapple up the stool to the right of you. “Hi Shi” you replied setting the book you had attempted to read down on the bar top. You reached your arms out to grab her and lift her up but were beat when Shigaraki picked her up with two pinkies in the air and placed her on top of the stool. You smiled at her as she situated herself, resting her head on her arms with a big yawn. Her eyes drooped and you could tell she was fighting off a powerful wave of sleep. It was a little past her bedtime. Normally Tomura was so strict about bedtime but today he didn’t seem bothered by her presence as he normally did. 

“How was today?” you asked mimicking her position feeling a finger run gently down your spine it’s owner retiring next to you, unmasking himself. Ephemerally you looked at him puzzled. “He sure is in a good mood today’ you thought becoming instantly reluctant about the situation. “Good. I got Nomu!” Shi exclaimed tiredly.

You turned your attention back to her lovingly brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ears. “You got a Nomu?” you questioned looking to Kurogiri for some sort of explanation who only looked back at you exhausted.  ‘Great’ you thought. “Yep!” Shi said happily. “Daddy give it!” You clicked your tongue and sat up resting your eyes on your handsome boyfriend who only beamed proudly.

A chuckle slipped past your lips. “He did huh? I’m sure that is going to be very fun for the two of you especially when daddy gets to clean up whatever mess you and the Nomu make.” Shigaraki grunted at your words not liking the sound of that. 

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura x reader #shimura tenko #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #mha shigaraki

[weighingthefoolsgold]

10 things (I think) Charlie Kelly enjoys.

Have some Charlie Kelly loves.

Video Games: Charlie no doubt enjoys video games, we've seen him play. If he had the opportunity, he'd spend all day playing video games with Mac instead of being productive. He plays a lot of shooter games, getting blasted while he plays, ending up passed out in the middle of a level. But that's how he likes it.

Tom Petty: Not only does Charlie love music... He loves America! And what's more American than our Gator Boy, Tom, and our Rat Baby, Charlie. His favorite album by the Heartbreakers is Damn the Torpedoes and he regularly listens to it in his free time or on his walk to work.

Pet Stores: Charlie is an enthusiast of Cats, Rats, and other strange creatures. So whenever he gets the chance, he drags the gang into pet stores. He runs around (literally) back and forth between all the different areas of pets. He talks to birds for what seems like hours, plays with rats, offering them cheese, and hangs out with other strange creatures. He can even sometimes convince one of the others to buy him a strange little creature to play with, but eventually loses it. RIP.

Costumes: It's not unknown that he loves costumes and becoming other characters. From Green Man to a Hoss Bonaventure, he dresses up when a scheme calls for it (or even when it doesn't). He and Dee will willingly dress up and become someone else for the benefit of the gang, even when it may not go as they plan. That's when the two work best together.

Medieval Times: This is just another excuse for him to wear a costume. He and the gang thought it would be fun to go to the Medieval Times convention and dress up as the class they represent, Charlie being sort of a common man. He loves the costumes, the food, and the jousting. Even if he doesn't get to enjoy any dragon, he enjoys the event nonetheless.

Folklore: This goes hand in hand with Medieval Times. He loves stories about weird creatures or myths. He often hunts for goblins and ghouls and tries to study up on his legends, even though he can't read about them. He not only believes in folklore, he's also somewhat superstitious. Just be careful if you go hunting Bigfoot!

Board games: We know how well he did playing CharDee MacDennis and that his favorite game is Hungry, Hungry Hippos, but he also enjoys other games. He isn't very good at them. At all, really. But he stills loves playing them (especially when drinking is involved). Whenever they play games, he usually teams up with Mac. Mac helps him read and figure out the rules. The Gang once played Scrabble just to watch Charlie struggle. They then created 'Charlie's Dictionary', writing all his incoherent words down and making their own book.

Cooking: To be able to create masterpieces like Milk Steak or a Grilled Charlie, you have to have some kind of practice in the kitchen- errr... On the hotplate. When he's cooking for himself, he gets experimental with a variety of foods. You can imagine they don't taste incredible, but who knows, maybe Spaghetti with a side of cat food is good. The others avoid eating anything he makes simply to prevent themselves from catching some kind of parasite or food poisoning. But it's no biggie!

Sleep Overs: Charlie is the kind of guy who likes his free time but HATES being alone. He's rarely ever by himself. Before Frank moved in, he spent most of his time at the bar or at the others houses to be around someone. That's why he loves sleep overs so much. They all stay at Mac and Den's for the night. They rent a movie (usually of Mac's choosing) and get blasted on alcohol and pizza. The Gang ends up asleep in a giant pile of blankets and pillows, curled up with each other. And if you don't think they wake up holding one another, you are mistaken.

His friends: Finally... He loves his friends. Yes, he loves his dear close friends. Cat <3 Mac 4evr! Hi, I'm about to get cheesey. Charlie loves to come up with schemes so he can spend his time with the rest of the gang. His personality matches all of theirs so well that he won't get picky about who his partner is in the scheme. His life may not be too classy and he may not be rich, but he doesn't mind because he has his friends, even if Dennis is a bastard man.

So there you go. Here are just a few things I feel Charlie would without a doubt enjoy.

Now, I really enjoyed making this. Sooo, Please tell me to make more. For any of the gang. Im not a stickler.

#iasip #its always sunny in philadelphia #its always sunny #charlie kelly #charlie

[sturgthatpod-blog]

JOE KEERY —— Well, if it isn’t STURGIS PODMORE, the HUFFLEPUFF superstar. For those of you who don’t know HIM, you can spot them sitting with the other SEVENTH years. Most people think that they’re ENERGETIC and PASSIONATE, but they can also seem pretty INCREDULOUS and IMPATIENT Sometimes people call them the IRREVERENT. Sure, they’re a HALFBLOOD, but that doesn’t define them. (( ALEX; pst; 25; she/her ))

im crying i love this mans

lol you thought he was cool. u are mISTAKEN. SPENDS WAY TOO LONG ON HIS FUCKING STUPID ASS HAIR and he is just the worst. tries way too hard omg. but he’s so good deep down. deeeeep down. way down there. somewhere

please call him sturg it would make us both happy haha

he is v. warm and enthusiastic about lots of things. he gets way up in arms about lit the most random shit? like tell goblins are oppressed and he like??? DA FUQ WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME? gets himself wrapped up in new projects way too often but then the logistics and work that needs to go in just kills it??

so dramatic and over the top. someone give him his oscar so he’ll shut up thanks

he is v genuinely warm and invested in people?? like?? give this boy all the friends. he fucking collects that shit. he tries hard because it dude?? its so nice to be liked??? so he’s super flexible. BUT TBH it’s like you’ll love him or hate him.

member of cvrsed. plays the bass like some kind of asshole. he took a lot of piano lessons as a kid and knows how to play several instruments but FUCK if rock n’ roll doesn’t get his heart racing with all that nOISE. and loud oPINIONS.  it makes him happy. he also has a big fuCK YOU TO SAY TO WIND INSTRUMENTS. he hates them omg feels like he’s running a marathon or something with all that blowing shit. pls he iS SO EXTRA

yeah boi

#ten yearS LATER jeesums #but yeah lmk if youd like to plot shit <33 #inspo:about #novumintro

[gizkasparadise]

Kdrama review: Goblin

Master Kdrama rec list.

Series: Goblin (also known as Guardian: The Great and Lonely God) Episodes: 16 (~1hr15min each) Genres: Romance, Supernatural/Fantasy, Mythology/Folklore, Historical/Sageuk, Comedy, Drama Spoilers in the Review: For the first episode! If You Like, You’ll Like: Being Human (US & UK), Chicago Typewriter, Kate Daniels, stories about folklore/mythology, anything urban fantasy / reincarnation Rank: 10/10

“I will come as the rain. I will come as the first snowfall. I will beg the heavens, to let me do just that.”

Premise (spoilers for the first episode).

900 years ago, a Goryeo-era general named Kim Shin was sent to the battlefield by his young king with the order to die on them. When he returned victorious, the king sentenced him to commit suicide. Kim Shin refused, and instead stormed the palace with the intent on reaching the king. The king sentenced Kim Shin’s family members and servants, including his younger sister (the current queen), to die. 

After seeing his sister executed, Kim Shin is killed by having a sword pushed through his chest. His rage and anger at the deity results in him becoming a goblin or dokkaebi, a mythical being with supernatural powers. He is cursed to live an immortal life, one where he always feels the pain from the sword. 

Kim Shin can only be killed by “The Goblin’s Bride,” a woman who can see the sword and pull it out from his chest, “returning him to ashes.” Kim Shin has spent the last 900 years looking for this woman, so he can die peacefully. 

In the modern day, he meets Ji Eun Tak, a human girl who can see ghosts-- ghosts who have told her she’s the aforementioned “Goblin’s Bride.”

Characters.

The goblin / Kim Shin. 

Expectation: Grizzled, angry general Hell Bent On Revenge and Worn By The Sands of Time.

Reality: Petty but Adorable Art-Nerd, Cooking Enthusiast, and Wearer of Amazing Coats who loves taking selfies and will buy you as many toothbrushes as your heart desires. a little Worn By The Sands of Time but that doesn’t stop him from endorsing infomercials.

The titular character, Kim Shin is a total goober with a hidden badass side. He has mystical powers, my favorite of which is creating bars of gold while drunk and letting everyone know they can’t have them. The weather responds to his feelings, and the show follows him as he is torn between finally getting to end his life and finding love.

The Goblin’s Bride / Ji Eun Tak.  

19 at the start of the show, she’s had A SHIT LIFE. a SHIT LIFE!!!  but is still optimistic and cheerful. she has the ability to see and talk to ghosts, who have told her she’s meant to be Goblin’s Bride.

Eun Tak spends her time studying extremely hard to make her late mother proud, helping ghosts with their problems so they can move on to the afterlife, and working part-time in a chicken restaurant. she’s fabulous i love her she’s the best give her $5000

The Grim Reaper. Like it says on the tin, the Grim Reaper is…well, a Grim Reaper. In this mythos, Grim Reapers are former humans who committed grave sins during their life, the memories of which are erased after they become Grim Reapers. Initially on the job to find a “missing soul,” the Grim Reaper ends up leasing a room in the Goblin’s home. The two have a petty, antagonistic relationship that gives me complete life. 

Certified Mom Friend, does not know how to use a phone, goes to Subway to grimly reflect on existence while enjoying that classic 6″, decides to name himself Kim Woo Bin to impress a girl. 

“Sunny.”

Said girl. Eun Tak’s boss at the chicken restaurant. S A S S queen. She immediately takes on a role of older sister/awesome friend to Eun Tak, and is a love interest for the Grim Reaper. While she seems to be a fairly straightforward character there’s soon More To Be Revealed ™.  

Dreamweaver plays every time she flips her hair. Day drinks. Night drinks. Morning drinks. Another wearer of Really Fabulous Coats. Tells God at one point to fuck off (no really).

Yu Deok Hwa.  

MY PRECIOUS PRINCE. Certified Rich Kid of Instagram and trying to embody all the Rich Heir Tropes (amnesia, fancy cars, hitting on ancient goddesses-), Deok Hwa is the newest heir to a family that has been serving Kim Shin over the centuries. Ridiculously rich with fabulous hair + outfits, he’s a great source of comic relief over the course of the show or is he. The great love of his life is credit cards. Gives people pictures of himself as presents.

Review.

this is my favorite kdrama of all time okay.

Drawbacks.

a few eps feel like extremely engaging commercials aka holy product placement, batman. subway continues to own an impressive amount of stock in TVN. as does baskin robbins. iloom. whatever company made those cell phones and cameras.  BUT. im okay with the amount of product placement because THE PRODUCTION VALUE is seriously off the charts in terms of special effects and cinematography. I WILL TAKE BEAUTIFUL PANSHOTS WITH A 6″ SUB . JUST LOOK AT THIS GIF SET

age gap. at the start of the story/when they first meet, eun tak is a teenager (19). while the actress is 25, and the show has a time jump, it’s something to take into consideration since the romance does start at that age

character-driven. for a good chunk of the show, the plot takes a backseat. eps 6-11ish in particular are more about the interactions than moving action forward. i’m normally a hardcore plot > person, but i didn’t mind the pacing tbh because the characters are all extremely likeable and engaging

Reasons to Watch.

AESTHETICS. i know this is a weird one to start the list off with, but the visuals and cinematography are ridiculously good for a tv drama. each episode feels like a tiny, self-contained movie because the production quality is THAT GOOD. no cheesey CGI, the “magic” elements are super visually appealing, the color palettes are amazing and convey mood, and im just super into the overall #Look of this show

in line with this, the show has a perfect amount of #extra. goblin knows it’s tropes and executes them perfectly

this moment? extra. as. fuck. and i love it.

OST. this is the best OST i’ve heard for any show, ever. it even beats out my beloved battlestar galactica. listen to “stay with me” and try to tell me there’s no feels. every track is a gentle gutpunch. the music is timed perfectly and elevates the show-- like Chicago Typewriter and Star Wars. It’s perfect.

you’re rooting for everybody. seriously. you’re going to love all the main characters & they all love each other (eventually). perfect if you want that #FoundFamily vibe.

laugh out loud moments perfectly matched with HEARTBREAK. this show has such a great balance with tone. there’s fluff, there’s drama, there’s comedy, there’s total devastation. it’s fabulous

the love stories. there’s two main ones (kim shin/eun tak & grim reaper/sunny) and they’re both super well-done. 

Final Thoughts.

LOOK JUST WATCH IT

#kdrama #goblin #gizka does kdrama #gizkarec #!my post #thank you to the original gif makers!!!!

[actualbird]

(wc: 2.2k. more tagalog! more pining michael! babysitting! baking! part 1. part 2. or read everything on ao3 over here.)

To heerefarwhereveryouare

:(((((((

From heerefarwhereveryouare

??? What’s up?

To heerefarwhereveryouare

dude super sorry but i gotta cancel on the star trek marathon emergency thing came up in the form of Responsibility

From heerefarwhereveryouare

Awww. What do you mean?

To heerefarwhereveryouare

a couple of relatives had a thing that led to a thing and they need somebody to take care of a thing that somebody is me that thing im taking care of is a 7 year old aka im babysitting my gremlin cousin today :((( :(((((((((((

From heerefarwhereveryouare

Oh, okay. Can I come over? We can still hang. Plus, you’re kind of terrible with anything that can be defined as a child, so I’m a little worried.

To heerefarwhereveryouare

im not that bad :(((( but yes pls get over here oh my god

From heerefarwhereveryouare

Alright, I’ll be there in a few. Turn that :( upside down (:

-

Michael admits that he finds kids confusing, but he really isn’t that bad with them. He just doesn’t know how to interact with kids, but that’s him with almost everybody. If it’s a non-Jeremy lifeform, chances are he really has to focus to understand anything that’s going on, or just wing everything completely and hope nobody gets injured.

Nikki is definitely a non-Jeremy lifeform.

Nikki is a tiny seven year old terror with at least five colorful clips in her hair at a time. It took at least three family gatherings for her to tolerate Michael within a three meter radius of her, and two more to actually talk to him. Tita says she’s just naturally shy around new people, so Michael tries to relate to her, but most of his attempts are met with head tilts, suspicious squinting, or, when she gets more comfortable around him, derisive comments.

(“It’s broken,” she tells him in Tagalog, waving the Game Boy Color in Michael’s face. “I can’t see anything.”

“It doesn’t have a backlight, so you have to play it somewhere well lit,” he explains.

She frowns, “That’s lame.”

Michael would rather an axe to the face than anybody dissing his Game Boy Color.)

Suffice to say, he’s thankful that at least he won’t be dealing with her alone today.

“Hey, dude,” Michael greets Jeremy at his front door when he arrives. “Thanks for coming.”

“No problem,” Jeremy says, stepping in. “Where’s your cousin?”

“Living room,” he answers. “Just a heads up, she doesn’t speak much English. She can understand it, yeah, so you can relax, but she only speaks a little..”

“That’s alright,” Jeremy shrugs, walking into the living room.

Nikki is sprawled out on the couch in the living room with the kind of defiant pettiness all kids under ten seem to have, swiping disinterestedly on her ipad.

“Yo, Nikki, my friend is here,” Michael calls out. Immediately, Nikki jolts, whipping her head to Jeremy before shyly ducking behind a throw pillow like a cave goblin seeing light for the first time. “Say hi.”

Nikki, obviously, does not say hi, but Jeremy isn’t deterred.

Jeremy sits on the opposite end of the couch and says in a soft, gentle voice, “Hi, I’m Jeremy. What’s your name?”

Puzzled, Michael says, “I just told yo—”

“Nikki, po,” she says softly, eyeing Jeremy over the pillow.

Michael blinks.

“Nice to meet you, Nikki. I like your clips.” Jeremy says, and Nikki actually smiles, raising the pillow up higher to hide it.

“Salamat po,” she says, fiddling with one of her clips that has a tiny cupcake on it.

“Uh, she said ‘thank you’,” Michael translates when Jeremy glances at him, slightly dazed at whatever is going on here.

“You’re welcome. Do you like baking?” Jeremy asks, and Michael is pretty sure he just ended up in another universe because Nikki shoves the pillow down and grins brightly. “We can make something today, if you want?”

“Yeah!” She says, turning to Michael. It’s almost terrifying seeing her smile in his direction. “Kuya Mikey, can we? Please?”

“Wh—Uh. Okay. Sure.” Michael says off of Jeremy’s meaningful glancing and eyebrow movements. “Let’s go check if there’s stuff in the kitchen.”

“Yay!” Nikki cheers, hopping off of the couch and running to the kitchen.

What.

“What,” Michael says to Jeremy’s smug looking expression. “What did you do? Oh my god? Are you some magic kid whisperer or something?”

“It’s not magic,” Jeremy rolls his eyes. “Kids just like doing what they like. Have you only ever tried to talk about video games with her?”

“Yeah but—”

“Not everybody likes video games,” Jeremy says, which, duh of course Michael knows. It’s weird, and he can’t really process it but he knows. “Some people like baking, Mikey.”

“Shut it,” Michael grumbles. “Keep it up, though. I haven’t seen her look anything other than bored or unimpressed, so as weirded out as I am, this an improvement.” Michael leans dramatically against Jeremy. “What would I ever do without you, Jeremy Heere?”

“Probably crash and burn,” Jeremy laughs. “Dude, get off.”

They walk into the kitchen where Nikki is standing, blinking up at cupboards she can’t reach, probably figuring out that this is not her house and that she has no idea where anything is. She turns to them expectantly.

“Okay so,” Michael opens a cupboard. And another one. And another. Just when he’s about to give up, he hits jackpot. “Bingo! We’ve got some brownie mix leftover from the last time we, uh—” Jeremy elbows him the side. “—the last time we made totally normal regular brownies.”

“Are you okay with making brownies, Nikki?” Jeremy asks in that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad soft voice of his that’s starting to make Michael dumb and fluttery.

“Yeah,” she nods enthusiastically, looking at Jeremy like he hung the stars. Which, okay, he can relate to.

“Okay. Michael can you get uh,” Jeremy reads the instructions on the box. “A bowl, a whisk, and whatever, you know the rest. Nikki, can you fetch me two eggs? I’ll get the other stuff.”

Nikki practically bolts to the fridge, and Michael can’t help but smile at seeing her so excited. When he returns laden with a bowl, a whisk, and a brownie pan, Nikki is jumping up and down next to Jeremy, an egg in each hand.

“Here,” Michael hands Jeremy the bowl and Jeremy pours the mix in.

“Uy, wala akong makita,” Nikki says, tugging at Jeremy’s jacket.

“Sorry, uh,” Jeremy glances at Michael. “What did she say?”

“She can’t see what you’re doing,” Michael tells him, looking at Nikki whose head just barely peeks past the kitchen counter.

“Oh, well,” Jeremy bends down and lifts Nikki up much to her delight, if her delighted squee is anything to go by, before depositing on the counter. Michael’s heart clenches for some reason. “Better?”

“Yes po,” she smiles. “Salamat, Kuya Jeremy.”

Michael is speechless.

Jeremy tasks Michael with greasing the pan while he cracks one egg into the mix, doing it slowly in front of Nikki so that she can crack the next one, which miraculously ends in only a few shells landing in the mix. Jeremy lets Nikki mix everything together.

“Pwede ko pong i-try?” Nikki says, tongue dangerously close to the whisk.

Jeremy may not understand the words but he does understand that mischievous look Nikki has. He swipes the whisk away from her grubby mitts. “Nope, sorry. It’ll be better later when it’s finished.” He says. Nikki crosses her arms and pouts, which causes Jeremy to laugh, which makes her pout falter.

They pour the batter into the pan, expertly greased, if Michael may say so himself, and pop it in the oven.

“The box says it’ll take around twenty minutes.” Michael says. Nikki is crouching by the oven, staring at the brownies.

“Alright,” Jeremy says, patting his pockets. “Hey, I think I left my phone in your living room. I’ll be right back. Watch over the brownies for me?”

Michael raises an eyebrow, “They’re not gonna walk away—”

“I will, Kuya Jeremy,” Nikki says solemnly, face as serious as if she’s a bodyguard and that she’ll guard these brownies with her life.

“Thanks,” Jeremy smiles, and he leaves the kitchen.

There’s a beat of awkward silence.

Then Nikki says in Filipino, “Do you have a crush on Kuya Jeremy?”

Michael is really glad he isn’t eating anything this time.

“I—I’m sorry what?” He stutters. “What are you talking about?

“You’re always looking at him,” she grins.

“Yeah, well, you’re always looking at him too!”

“Because I like him too,” Nikki whispers.

“What? That’s not allowed. You’ve known him for like, forty minutes.” Michael says, an odd, protective feeling washing over him for Jeremy. Which is ridiculous.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she steps on his foot.

“Ow!”

“And you better not tell him! It’s a secret!”

“I won’t, don’t worry,” Michael sighs. “I haven’t even told him myself.”

Nikki gasps, and fuck. “So you do like him!”

“No, I don’t. Shut up,” he hisses. The glint in Nikki’s eyes should’ve warned him that only trouble was to come, but by the time it dawns on him, she’s running out of the kitchen with her tiny little goblin legs.

“KUYA JEREMY,” Nikki yells, skidding into the living room, fuckity fuck. “Kuya Mikey li—”

Before any traitorous words can be said, Michael does a sick slide on the floor, catches her, and covers her awful demon mouth.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up, please,” Michael hisses to Nikki. “Please, I am not kidding, please.”

“Uh,” Jeremy says from the couch, phone in hand. “What’s happening?”

“Noth—Oh my god, ew, did you lick me?” Michael pulls his hand away from Actual Confirmed Gremlin Nikki Mell.

Nikki sticks his tongue out at him, but she looks like she maybe might have an ounce of mercy for Michael.

Maybe.

She points at Michael, “Torpe si Kuya M—.” and he covers her mouth again.

“What now?” Jeremy asks and, fuckity fucking fuck. He glances over to Michael. “What does torpe mean?”

Michael is just about to pull another lie straight out of his ass but Nikki beats him to the punch by biting him, Jesus.

“Dude, not cool.” Michael holds his hand to his chest, hoping to look sad and pitiful so Nikki won’t do anything else that’ll jeopardize Michael’s soul.

It doesn’t work. Nikki stands proud and says in straight English, “It means somebody who is too shy to say how they feel to their crush.”

Michael never thought he’d one day vividly fantasize about launching a seven year old child out a window, but here he is now.

“Okaaaay,” Jeremy says cautiously, picking up on the tension. “So what were you guys talking abo—”

“You!” Nikki says.

“YEAH, YOU AND CHRISTINE,” Michael all but screams. “Haha! We were talking about how you still haven’t told Christine how you feel yet.”

Nikki scrunches her eyebrows, “Christine? Sino yun?”

“Oh, well, I guess that makes sense.” Jeremy, oh so thankfully oblivious Jeremy just smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head. “I really do get shy around her, so yeah, I’m torpe.”

“Yeah, you sure are, dude,” Michael carries a squirming Nikki over to the couch and deposits her next to Jeremy. “Jer, why don’t you tell her more about Christine, yeah? I’ll go check on the brownies.”

Michael goes back to the kitchen and catches his breath. That was a close call. That was several close calls in the span of a very short time. Jeremy and Nikki are still in the living room, so this is not time to have a Jeremy Feelings Crisis. Michael takes a second to rein everything back in, then he goes to fetch an oven mitt.

Once the brownies are safely cooling on the counter, he returns to the living room. Nikki is staring adoringly at Jeremy who seems to be waxing poetic on how great Christine was when she was called to read an excerpt of the book they’re reading in class. Nikki notices Michael, and for a seven year old, she conveys quite a lot of emotion into a slight frown.

It’s a look that he interprets as sorry you like your best friend who likes somebody else. Ugh.

“Yo, the brownies are done,” Michael says, and Nikki is back to her bubbly goblin persona in a second. “But they’re still cooling so—”

Nikki runs past him.

“—so I guess you can just go anyway and burn your mouth on molten fudge, or something.” Michael says to the living room and Jeremy.  “Dude, thanks again.”

“For what?”

“For coming over, for making Nikki happy, for baking brownies with us,” Michael tells him. “I really appreciate it.”

“It’s really no problem. She’s fun, and I get to hang out with you,” Jeremy slings an arm of Michael shoulders. “What are gagos for, right?”

Oh geez, Michael thinks, suppressing his laughter. “Absolutely.”

When they get to the kitchen, Nikki is trying and failing to climb onto the counter to get to the brownies. Jeremy lifts her up onto the counter as he slices the brownies, Nikki excitedly swinging her legs back and forth. Michael watches, eyes trained on Jeremy as he happily prattles on about Christine’s really cool socks or something. Nikki meets his eyes a few times looking way too understanding for a tiny monster, and Michael just shrugs at her.

Yeah, he’s torpe as fuck, but it’s fine. Being Jeremy’s friend is enough, and he wouldn’t trade it for a dumb confession.

He’s okay. Really.

( glossary of stuff not defined in fic: tita = aunt po = it doesnt...mean anything/have an english translation. it's something we add in sentences when speaking to somebody older or with more authority. it's a sign of respect. kuya = older brother, but is also an honorific for dudes who arent actually your older brother “Pwede ko pong i-try?” = can i try it? "Sino yun?" = who is that?)

#bmc #be more chill #boyf riends #u kno by this point im getting frustrated with these boys now too i jus wanna make em kiss #but making mikey meal pine is just incredible cathartic charot.... #iwrotesomething