#Living for these nicknames

[feelingtheaster99]

Riz is much too tired to defend his friends to his mom but him saying “NOOO mom Kristen does CrossFit now” to explain how he’s not carrying Kristen was so fucking funny

#Murph and Brennan were killing that whole scene #and I mean sklonda DOES have a point #like major one #the ball nickname I don’t think means what it used to anymore #but everything else makes sense for her to be concerned by #he is only stressed because he’s helping his friends #and he’s the only one who can take on stress for anyone else #it’s just so very riz of him #but the boi needs a much longer nap than ten minutes #poor riz #sklonda gukgak #riz gukgak #brian murphy #brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fhjy ep 10 #cursed out #cursed out spoilers #live reaction

[r-aindr0p]

Ye olden French

It was at that moment that Frederic started to question the age and sanity of Lilia

Used a french medieval literature text from 1530~ (Pantagruel ) as a quotation for Lilia and I believe the exact sentence is about a character complaining to Death about the passing of his wife after she gave birth to their son. I just took something randomly in the text that didn’t sound too weird either because that book is rather stange…

Alright little bonus here because medieval Lilia popped up in my mind

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twst yuu #twst shitpost #Niquedouille means simpleton #thought about how Lilia might know so many languages since he had lived for so long but half of what he had learnt is outdated #trying to draw progressively at least one interaction with characters other than the french squad and idia only #Messire ancien as a new nickname for lilia after that speech #probably singing idk greensleeves with that mandolin on the last scribble

[harrowedsoup]

Gideon: Harrow won’t let me speak to anyone because she thinks I’m stupid and I’ll bring shame to the Ninth House >:(

Meanwhile, Harrow: If anyone actually gets to know Griddle’s horrible personality they’ll immediately want to climb her like a tree. Obviously the solution is to make her keep silent because no one finds the strong and silent type attractive. I am great at making plans.

#the locked tomb #gideon nav #harrow nonagesimus #griddlehark #that post has been living in my mind for days #because yeahhhhhh #Harrow really does like Gideon’s weirdness #she likes the dumb nicknames and the way Gideon’s insults are really smart but also stupid #while Gideon is just convinced that Harrow is annoyed with her #like you stupid butch Harrow is delighted with the enrichment you bring to her enclosure

[rakkuntoast]

hateee this evil old fuck

#my art #philza s4 #enderking #got to draw him for a comm so im just doing warmups and hoo boy #he might be evil to you but he's a babygirl to me <- im the one living up to the enderpookie nickname

[peridyke]

#Steven universe #amethyst #lapis lazuli #amethyst su #peridart #this is a nickname surge calls kit in sonic idw and it has lived in my brain ever since

[lulafia]

Mercymorn being Mercymorn. I miss her everyday.

Twitter

#the locked tomb #mercymorn the first #harrow the ninth #fanart #art by me #now that twitter is taking away my moments i need to get back into putting stuff in here more often #this speech lives rent free in my head #i did lovingly nickname this mercymorn piece the roy liechtenstein mercy

[mustlovewillgrahamsdogs]

obviously i hate mason verger with the fire of a thousand suns but i alsoooooo love anything that can provoke an honest reaction out of hannibal. and his face here is fucken PRICELESS!

bro was big mad!! not even trying to hide it!

honorable mention to mason immediately following up with "what game of chicken are you and the sperm donor playing, dr lecter? 👀" because WOW what a landmine of a question. that is really the overarching theme, isn't it?? prepare yourself for my thesis, mason!

#hannibal deserves an award for not killing him on the spot #i know he was struggling #and calling will by the nickname sperm donor will always be hilarious to me #i do kinda wish the drug induced face eating/neck snapping killed him tho #but then we wouldn't have digestivo #so whatever #he can live for now i guess #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannigram #hannibal #tome wan #mason verger

[sereinreality]

law as a kid sometimes had bad days so corazon would ask him a random question about the body (how do you move your arms? how does blood go around? what controls what? etc) and watched law’s eyes light up as he rambled about everything he knows

#did he know the answer to those questions? yes (sometimes) #it’s just to keep law happy (that’s all corazon wanted anyway) #i want this to be a cora lives au but it could be during those 6 months too #i really want to draw something for a cora lives au tbh #one piece #trafalgar law #donquixote rosinante #(also rosinante is such a pretty name omg his nickname is rosi) #donquixote corazon #rebel rambles

[rocketbirdie]

the new mercs on the block

#''ma it's those weird guys again they're here to change the water filter'' #yeah there ain't no way in hell zack is totally mentally stable after all that..... #riddled with bullets or not lmao #i think he should be a little bit fucked up and feral. as a treat. he deserves it. #living up to his nickname biting people like a poorly socialized pitbull. #ffvii #zack fair #cloud strife #zakkura #my art <3

[officialmiintee]

“hello, monster”

“hey there, egoist”

#artists on tumblr #fanart #blue lock #blue lock fanart #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #their little nicknames live in my head rent free #no i am not ok #mint archive ; art

[paperultra]

ache.

Pairing: OPLA!Nami x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,004 words Warnings: None

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Wherever she goes, misery follows.

Nature cracks itself open and wails when Nami sets foot in Coco Village, the sun drawing back, the clouds purpling. Raindrops burst open and bleed out on her skin and run in rivulets down the street. Somewhere in the distance, a sharp flash of lightning warns of thunder – and yet, all she can hear is the sharp clink of coins as they fall back into the tribute box.

Gaze unyielding, she sweeps it over the drenched crowd and comes to a stop on Nojiko.

“Not everyone’s here today.”

Her sister does not flinch the way everybody else does. “I brought her amount along with mine,” Nojiko says, and that is all.

“Did you, now.”

Nami knows the weight of what her village owes. She knows how it should fill the box, how it should feel in her arms and on her shoulders. Still, she makes a show of counting the money, slowly, deliberately. The rain continues to beat down on her head, weighing on her hair and turning the dirt into mud beneath her feet.

“You’re short.”

“It’s everything we have, Nami.” Mr. Genzo speaks up this time. “Please.”

“How can I trust that,” Nami replies, her voice colder than the air, “when not everyone is here?”

“She’s sick, Nami,” Nojiko snaps. Her blue hair is dark with rain. “She doesn’t have to be present, does she? All you need and care about is her money, right?”

“I care about her paying the Arlong Pirates what she owes. No more, no less.”

The words taste bitter in her mouth.

(You always get sick before it rains.)

The people, Mr. Genzo, they’re all silent. The tribute box snaps shut as Nami pushes through them and heads down the street.

Nojiko shouts her name. She can hear the slosh of her sister’s footsteps catching up, and when she does, there’s a warning fury on her face as she leans in close.

“Don’t you dare, Nami.”

Nami holds her head high and keeps walking.

“What are you going to do, stop me?”

“I wish I could do more than that.”

“But you can’t.”

Box clutched against her chest, she leaves Nojiko behind and continues on alone.

Your house is near the outskirts of the village – not as far out as her own childhood home, but far enough for privacy and a good bit of land for your animals. They huddle underneath the shelter and watch her with black, beady eyes.

They would fetch a good price.

Nami opens your door and enters without knocking.

She looks around, sees the cold pot of ginger tea on the stove, the unwashed dishes on the table, the heap of blankets on your bed in the corner that shifts. It smells like sickness.

She shouldn’t be here, she tells herself a moment too late.

“Nojiko, is that you?” Your voice slithers out from underneath the pile of blankets, and Nami grimaces at the hoarseness. “I told you I can clean up after myself.”

She thinks to answer. But something keeps her from doing so, and so she sets the box down on the kitchen counter and kneels down to shove some logs into the stove instead.

(She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t –)

“Nojiko?” The mattress creaks. Nami hears a soft gasp and closes her eyes, gritting her teeth. She hastily stacks branches and then some birch bark on top on the logs. “Nacchan –”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You’re home,” you rasp.

Home. Her heart squeezes so hard she thinks she might just die.

“Don’t sound so happy,” Nami says. Finding a match and striking it, she sets fire to the bark and waits impatiently for the flames to build. “I’m only here to collect the tribute.”

“Oh.” There’s a carefulness in the way that you answer, the kind that she’s come to hate. A loud, horrendous cough bursts from your chest before you continue. “Is it enough?”

“Just barely.”

She’ll make up the difference. Dip into her own savings, make another deal with Arlong. He’s cruel, but not completely unreasonable. She can do it. It’ll be okay.

The heat from the fire dries her skin. She shuts the stove door and stands up.

“Thanks, Nami.”

“I didn’t do it for you.”

Nami makes the mistake of looking over her shoulder at you as she answers. It is a mistake because you grin at her, and suddenly – she’s a child again, at your house for a sleepover –

Your mom is still alive and warming milk on the stove –

You’re giving her a bracelet because that’s what best friends do –

She’s hugging you because you hug the people you love –

And she aches. And she wants. Not just your smile, but everything, the warmth of your back against her palms, your cheek pressed to hers. She wants to clean and put away all your dirty dishes and stay until the fire has warmed each corner of your home and you’re well again.

She wants she wants she wants.

Greed has always been her vice.

“Don’t let all of your tea boil away,” Nami says. She takes your cloak from the hook on the wall and puts it on, then tucks the tribute box underneath her arm. It’s still raining, after all, and she looks after herself above all else.

“I won’t,” you say, and it is quiet before you add, softly, “Stay safe, Nami.”

Nami leaves without another word.

Nojiko is waiting outside, arms crossed, and they meet eyes for only a moment before Nami passes her by.

She retraces her steps away from your house, down the road, into the town square where everyone but Mr. Genzo has already dispersed to escape the foul weather. Coco Village does not bid goodbye when she passes through the gate again, her steps a few million beri heavier.

In the distance, a sharp flash of lightning warns of thunder. Nami wraps her arms around the tribute box, cold, and thinks of you.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #nami x reader #opla nami #nami #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #fem!reader #mild angst #i did not mean for this to be that angsty but uh. yeah. im sick so #nacchan is such a cute nickname i'm so sad it gets lost in translation so i put it here :)

[mintaikcorpse]

Love that scene in Pokemon Scarlet (and Violet but I played Scarlet) where the protagonists were in Area Zero and describing their parents, and Penny is like "Omg, my dad's so annoying! He gives me annoying names like Pen-Pen," and Nemona is like, "I grew up in a rich family, and my parents gave me a lot of freedom but still made sure to care for me," and then Nemona tells Penny about how nice the protagonists mom is, and then Arven, with his fucked up parents, is just watching like:

#like bro has the WORST mommy and daddy issues #he even says to Penny 'It must suck having your own daughter describe you like that' #since he would KILL for a mom or dad to talk about him with such love and give him nicknames #just let my boy live a happy life man #pokemon arven #arven pokemon #pokemon penny #penny pokemon #pokemon nemona #nemona pokemon #champion nemona #pokemon sada #sada pokemon #pokemon turo #turo pokemon #professor sada #professor turo #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon sv #pokemon area zero #area zero #pokemon #pkmn #talking #rambling

[milf-harrington]

inspired by @flashyysins

Two days after Hawkins was almost split open, Robin saw a woman pacing in the hospital waiting room.

There were plenty of other people as well, sitting or standing or walking the length of the room in a similar pattern, but there was something about the woman that Robin noticed. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, which she was- it's that there was something familiar about her.

She was in blue jeans and an old-school Hawkins High Letterman jacket, light brown hair twisted up in a claw clip. Robin had never met her before, she'd remember that at the very least, but still.

Something about the angle of her nose or the gentle waves of her hair felt like something Robin had seen before, something she'd be able to find in a crowded room or across a street.

But Robin had somewhere to be, so she shook off the odd feeling, and followed the familiar path to Steve's room.

---

"Hey Stevie."

Steve's smile was tired, but he was looking more lively than when he'd passed out in the waiting room the other day, so she'd take it.

"Robbie, you left me hanging yesterday."

She snorted and dropped into one of the chairs by his bed, swinging her legs over the arm rest and cradling the bag she'd brought with her in her lap. "You're the one who fell asleep during visiting hours."

He rolled his eyes, and she happily noted the colour returning to his skin. "You should be exempt from visiting hours, you're like...essential to my recovery or something."

She laughed to hide the way those words curled soft and warm around her heart, eyes stinging until she blinked it away. The dumbass had almost over-worked himself to the point of no recovery. "'Exempt?' Someone's been reading a dictionary- did one of your children leave theirs behind?"

"Oh fuck you-"

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Robin was startled to see the woman from the waiting room hovering behind a nurse.

"You have a new visitor Mr Harrington."

Even knee-deep in confused intrigue, Robin couldn't help but dramatically mouth Mr Harrington over her own shoulder, pleased at the face he pulled in retaliation.

And then the door shut, and Steve looked up to find the woman-from-the-waiting room standing at the end of the bed.

Robin saw his brain grind to a halt at the sight of her.

It was silent (well, as much as it could be in a hospital room, what with all the beeping and whirring) as they took each other in, and Robin slowly brought her knees in closer to her chest like it would shield her from the vague awkwardness chewing at her.

And then-

"Fucking hell, Eve." The woman breathed out, white knuckling the bar at the end of his bed.

At the same time, Steve's face scrunched up as he demanded: "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? You're in hospital!"

"I thought you were in New York!"

"Yeah and then I got a call from Hawkins General that my little brother was dying in a hospital bed! Thank you for keeping me as your emergency contact, by the way."

"Well-" Steve spluttered and then crossed his arms over his chest, wincing at the pressure on his injuries. "Obviously."

Several things clicked into place like undone locks. Steve had almost been too comfortable about "feminine" topics for as long as she'd been an active member of his life- and even slightly before.

(He'd once run out of Scoops to buy her pads when she'd started her period in the middle of a shift. At the time she'd figured he was just trying really hard to beat the still a douche-bag allegations.)

Then there were the sweaters that he wouldn't confess to the origin of, the jokes he'd make about Robin "not being the only woman in his life" that she'd thought were about Nancy Wheeler, the vehement denial that the rom-com collection in the theatre room were his.

And, while Robin hated to enforce gender stereotypes, he'd always had the kind of mean girl cattiness that was usually only forged in teenaged girls and merely rubbed off on others.

Of course Steve Harrington had a sister.

Now Robin understood why she'd seemed so familiar in the waiting room.

"What happened to you?"

Simultaneously, Robin and Steve shifted uncomfortably, meeting each others eyes and coming up blank on both ends.

Steve's sister swallowed, jaw clenched and lip quivering as she look back and forth between them. She seemed suddenly fragile, like Steve after a nightmare, or right before he'd collapsed in the waiting room after carrying Eddie inside.

Steve cracked first. "Lou-"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Stephen. This is the third time you've ended up in hospital since your senior year."

Steve blinked, startled. "How did you-"

"I'm your sister." She seethed, and Robin could see flickers of Steve with an axe in his hand in the arch of her shoulders. "You might have told the hospital not to call but I still have friends in this town. If that Hargrove asshole wasn't already dead-"

"Lou-"

"Don't-"

"It was a serial killer." Robin blurted, drawing Steve's sisters' attention to her. "I don't now if you heard about it, but someone was going around killing teenagers. It started with Chrissy Cunningham- she was a cheerleader? kind of cute in a preppy sort of way, but, um- she was killed in our friends living room and then he sort of got blamed for it because, I mean, it was pretty sketchy but he didn't do it! I promise, Eddie didn't- anyway, there was this whole witch hunt, and two more people died which just sort of made it worse for Eddie and a group of us were trying to, like, clear his name, you know? Because we knew he didn't do it and we didn't want him to get killed next, but then one of our other friends - this girl, Max, she's a riot - she was being targeted by the real killer so we came up with this...really stupid plan to catch the killer but everything went sort of tits up and Eddie and Steve both got, well-" She waved her hands at the bandage around Steve's throat and the bruising around his wrists from the vines. "And Max, she broke her elbow and her knee when she fell, and I think Dustin twisted his ankle? So now Max and Eddie and Steve are all in hospital and Dustin has these crutches that he doesn't want to use but, I mean, Steve always makes him because it's Steve, and we don't really know if Eddie's okay yet but no one's come to tell us he's not so we're still hopeful-"

"Robin."

Robin shut her mouth, and took a deep breath through her nose. Steve's sister was staring at her in the startled sort of awe that Robin was used to seeing when she got going. She had the lungs of a trumpet player, it wasn't hard for her to talk until she forgot where she'd started.

"You fought a serial killer?" Steve's sister - Lou? - asked, and Robin hysterically felt like she should offer up her seat.

Steve, bless him, only nodded. Lou stared, lips pressed into a thin line and nostrils flared slightly.

And then, quite abruptly, she was straightening her back and stepping around the bed to hold out a hand to Robin. "Louisa Harrington."

Robin blinked, and shook her hand. "Robin Buckley."

Louisa nodded, like that made sense, and smiled the same cupids-bow smile as her brother. "The best friend- it's good to meet the other half of my brothers brain. Clearly the better half, considering you aren't the one in the hospital bed."

Steve made an offended noise, and Robin grinned.

#i've had this concept lodged in my brain since i first read flashyysins post #especially bc i am a little brother to an older sister so now it's Personal #anyway steve's sister (in my world) is named Louisa and their nicknames for each other are Eve and Lou #bc when she was little Lou would call him ''Stevie-evie-eve'' and it just slowly got shortened to ''eve'' overtime #and when he was old enough to know what nicknames were he wanted them to match so she became lou #and their parents HATE that they call each other that bc Lou sounds like a boys name and Eve is a girls name #and they're like ''get rekt youre never home anyway'' #i've also decided that the person Karen Wheeler is talking to on the phone when she calls steve's house in season 1 #is his sister not his mum #anyway everyone meet louisa harrington she lives in new york studying classical music #she visits randomly and she and steve call each other fortnightly or whenever anything interesting happens #my writing #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #robin buckley

[warthoong]

honestly leaving an overly dramatic implying/suggestive pause after "I could still take you" that sent mihawk in a full internal gay panic attack(like cmon we all know he was thinking "in a fight right?!!!" the same way we did) only to crack the stupidest joke was the most shanks thing to do ever. he knew exactly what he's been doing and what mihawk'd think. what an absolute troll.

#shanks' been running around making dad jokes only to compensate for whitebeard's seriousness #like what kind of an alliance shanks and whitebeard have #I have sons you make dad jokes?? #with literally a person nicknamed big mommy running somewhere in the background #what kind of place your new world is honestly #dracule mihawk #red haired shanks #mishanks #i guess #one piece live action #one piece

[awakenmiamor]

You herd john’s sheep ONCE (1) and he begins to call you sunshine

#arthur morgan #john marston #red dead redemption 2 #arthur actually reflected on that nickname for a while in his head (i live inside his brain) #absolutely no one talk abt me tripping in the beginning i am not doing this quest again to record that #also my beautiful horse has been through stuff its not naturally grey and white.... #john: come on SUNSHINE #arthur: 😳 #john: after you SIR #arthur: 😳😳 #<- that but in his head cause he’d never react that way in front of jawn #not in front of ch2 john at least🧑‍🔬 #🦌🐺 #lol ik its not that big of a deal but he used these one after another whats this sudden nickname urge in him.

[thehappiestgolucky]

Oh boi I am in far too deep already and I regret nothing I like it here actually

Anyway, I’m not giving Arti her original pups back but it’s ok! She gets to heal with funky pups of her own again! And there’s an eldest kid and two extra parents, and a whole found fam group that can keep the tiny beans safe this time

#rain world #rain world downpour #altogether now au #doodles #artihunter #hunting spears #spearhunter #hunting spears (qpr) #rw shipping #rw artificer #rw hunter #rw spearmaster #slugdessa #listen. listen- #the trio of parents are called anything really those are just the most common nicknames the kids use #given that slugdessa is a teen here this is wellll after a lot of healing and personal growth from arti #she’s terrified for survivor monk rivulet and slugdessa already! #it’ll take her a while to decide to embrace kids again #also extra silly kid because i live for adoption fam. hunter finding a noisy kid like ‘is this anyone’s? this is mine now’ #deciding what the babs thing are. ones like the cherry bombs. dunno about the other one… #something something big brain slugcat