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thedenofravenpuff · 3 months
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I think Lord Eclipse has days where he treats Servant Sun like a princess.
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I don't think has enough chivalry in his bones to treat anyone like a princess, least of all anyone beneath him (which EVERYONE in the known universe are).
Doesn't mean he can't look after his servant none the less, even if he hafta be tsundere about it.
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uzi-the-drone-slayer · 10 months
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Do you have a crush on N?
....
Maybe..
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plaqying · 5 months
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sayori: asher
natsuki: milo
yuri: david
Monika: sam
(girl wtf i thought i typed sam after monika but it said alone LMAO)
(it keeps saying alone im tryna type sam)
(its saying sam now dude that was freaky)
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hurricanehides · 1 year
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Washoe Club: New Friend
Y/N's P.O.V.
So my friends(Don't tell them I said that okay, I will never hear the end of it) are going on about their merch and Colby started pestering me about it. So I decided to point out the boar on the wall. "Hey! I found Pumbaa from the lion king!" I pointed out.
"How the hell did he end up here?" Kris asked.
"Hakuna Mafafa-" Colby started.
"It's Hakuna Matata." I state. Stupid idiot. Can't even say the name right. But darn he looked cute. DO NOT TELL HIM I SAID THAT!!!
"Cancel Colby Brock!" Kris said jokingly.
"Boooo!" Kat joined in the teasing.
"Babe~ Why do you tease me so much?" He whined.
I grabbed my nine foot long metal bar. "Back it up Emo! I don't need an annoying runt like you, clinging to me!" I snapped. He pouted and backed up.
"You love him~" A voice I said. I whipped around. Kris, Kat, and Shortie were over comforting Colby and talking about a random plan. But that was in front of me, not behind me. That voice was very child like...
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!?" I yelled as I saw a shadow of a giant spider-like thing. It seemed to be leaning over me.
"Y/N are you alright?" Emo asked.
"No. Can't you see it?" I couldn't stand to look at it so I ran around and into a ball room. That's where it stopped chasing me. I took a few deep breathes and looked out in the hall. The shadow thing then spoke,
"Hi! My name is Dory! What's yours?"
"Y-Y/N." I stuttered. This thing was kinda creeping me out.
"Sorry if I scared you. I had just gotten lonely. Wanna play a game or something?" It asked.
You know for a tall scary spider shadow thing it is actually nice and sweet. We actually got to know each other for a good ten minutes til Sam came up here. "Y/N! Are you okay?" Shortie asked worriedly.
"Yeah, a shadow figure thing spooked me. It's name is Dory! They are my friends now. Say hi!" I gave a bright smile. It seemed to creep him out for some reason.
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sunniss · 1 year
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GAP The Series: Episode 1 (2022)
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slushrottweiler · 2 years
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Listener nicknames for their BFs
So we all know the redacted boys love to use pet names for their SOs, but I love the idea of them getting pet names in return. So here ya go.
P.s. these are specifically the nicknames my listeners call the boys, so add your own if you have more.
Angel: Davey (obviously), Big Guy, Grumpy, My Alpha, the Big Bad Wolf.
Babe: Ash puppy, babe, sweet boy
Darlin': Cowboy, Doc, Sammy, Dixie, Southern Belle, Bleeding heart, Fangs, old man
Sweetheart: JERSEY!, Tough Guy, Charmer, Handsome, Love, Milo-babe.
Starlight: Avi, Aviators, Aviation Station, My Liege, know-it-all, wise guy, sherlock
Deviant: Gav, Pretty boy, Fuck boy, sex fiend, lover boy, gorgeous, menace, tease, daddy, my heart.
Freelancer (Lasko): Sweetie, Handsome, Professor, Lovely, good boy
Freelancer (Damien): Firecracker, Smart Guy, hot stuff, Dames, D, Firebrand.
Dude: Big Guy, Hux, Honey
Lovely: Sweetness, Moonlight, Fangs, Pretty eyes, My Hero
Sunshine: Dream boy, Prince charming, honey, magic man
Cutie: Precious, sweetheart, darling, .99,
Smartass: Bastard, Boss Man, "Sir", fuckstick (Yes, Aaron does turn this into a terrible sex pun)
Baby (Ollie): Baby, Kid, my man, sweetness.
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doks-aux · 1 year
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So, I hate you. You've done this to me. I am so incredibly invested in the BellHands thing and it's your fault. But for real, the headcanons, the backstory, the drama! You have a beautiful brain. And also I just want someone to make doe-eyes at Izzy while making Ed jealous. Also, also, I like Sam as a historical figure so any love for my Robin Hood of the Seas is enough to hook me. Thank you for this gift.
Ngl, I had a minor heart attack at the first line, like, "Oh God, are they mad at me for Cooper-posting??" But then I saw it was the good kind of hate. The kind that sustains me. If I have to be hopelessly invested in a ship that Does Not Exist Because One Character Is Literally Not In The Show then I'm gonna drag as many people as I can down with me. 😊
Sam is literally so cool??? How has he not shown up in some pirate show or movie or anything yet? I mean, there was that one history channel or similar show that gave him short dark blonde hair (???!!!) but that doesn't count. I really hope he appears even in passing in OFMD even if it completely torpedos my headcanons.
Thank you for the lovely compliments! I'm happy you're enjoying your time in this rarepair hell I have created. 💖
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yandereloveraw · 9 months
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Trickster! Allo board (They're candy/food item is red sour patch kids.) ^^ They would definitely propose to you with a ring pop.
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"We can be sweet. We'll be your good girls. We'll be your treats. ♡"
Candy - S3RL
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pechadream · 2 years
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nobody:
me when I join a fandom: Hey what if I turned these characters into hatsune miku and/or more more jump idols lmao
first pokemon, now stardew valley. I am unstoppable.
okay but like, these w e r e actually my first drawings of them I’m pretty sure- and while I don’t know why miku looks so whack can I just say-
I l o v e how sebastian came out in the first picture- but what is it with me and only drawing characters good for a shitpost-
especially when that shitpost was inspired by the fic my friend made for me where sebastian smoked weed and met hatsune miku (which has never been posted, sorry if anyone wanted to read it-)
⚠  Do not repost my art or I will come after your kneecaps  ⚠
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Don’t text I’m spinning a ‘let out early’ au where lucifer just kinda comes and goes from the roadhouse w/ ramsey sometimes
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peopleinlovestink · 1 year
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Their text messages are so cute
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postmodernlover · 2 years
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📓?
Okay okay first of all thank you and also I think I spoke with you about this at some point but like it's a sastiel thing (shocker I know lmao) and i may end up writing it anyway we'll see. Anyway it deals with Sam's soulless time in season 6 because I still find it really weird that the writers expect us to believe Cas really just ditched Sam. You expect me to believe! That after coming back to life one of the first things Cas did was one man army drag Sam out of the fucking cage and then just..... did not speak to him afterwards?? Save his life and leave him on read? Why?? He didn't even know Sam was soulless!!!!
My attempt to rationalize it is basically just inventing a tiny piece of lore wherein soulless people can't pray like it just a discontinued number. So Cas never actually heard any of Sam's prayers and assumed therefore: Sam did not want to see him. Because if he did he would have reached out. Which like whatever, Sam didn't know Cas brought him back anyway so it's fine. And Cas has his own reasons for staying away from the Winchesters so like it's fine. Who cares that Sam never bothered to call.
("I don't care." Cas says caringly as he cares deeply)
And Sam meanwhile is left feeling extra betrayed and confused because I mean even without a soul that feels like a dick move.
("I don't care." Sam says and he does not in fact care.... he is incapable.)
Then after they find out Sam is soulless and Cas realizes what happened he never tells Sam. Because letting Sam believe he abandoned him is better than revealing to him just how much he actually cares.
Cas being utterly shocked at how deep his feelings go and how much Sam matters to him and not handling it well.
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coin-operatedsam · 5 months
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You know “you’re my weak spot and I’m yours” could have a perfectly platonic explanation but then Sam HAD to go and be “y-y-you don’t mean that 🥺🥺🥺🥺 we’re family 😣😣”
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anexistingexistence · 8 months
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Describing Redacted characters in one sentence or less (brackets don't count) but it gets progressively less comprehensive:
David: Big werewolf alpha dude (not the cringe kind)
Milo: Smol werewolf dude (the big kind)
Damien: Hot tsundere (literally)
Morgan: Non-existent
Guy: A heart-shaped pizza with all your favorite toppings that you can top yourself if you want-
Nick: Cat boi (definitely the cringe kind)
Ollie: Comfort food
Blake: Cold soup
Gavin: The reason I cry myself to sleep once a week
James: Needs to go tf home.
Asher: The canonical energizer bunny
Lasko: Me
Huxley: Me on anxiety meds
Caelum: Cotton candy given human form.
Anton: A testament to Erik's voice acting and general acting skills.
Marcus: Very killable.
Kody: Looks like great cake but actually went bad five months ago.
Elliott: Had an edible for breakfast and hasn't eaten since.
Hudson: Trying to eat serotonin with chopsticks.
Brachium: An edible pretending to be a gummy worm.
Vincent: Talks like what perfume tastes like.
Ivan: Saltwater in your eyes but it might just be your tears and you honestly don't even care at this point.
Aaron: Sand in your mouth and between your teeth but you're enjoying it.
Sam: If blankets could talk, they'd sound and speak like him.
Eric: That feeling you get when looking at an empty closet.
Camelopardalis: Anxiety meds in the form of a flesh prison.
Avior: If you unhinged your jaw, you could eat him.
Vega: You can drink him with a straw (and only with a straw).
Hush: You can eat him.
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hurricanehides · 1 year
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Join Us For Hell Week
Y/N, a good friend of Sam and Colby's. Despite them calling Sam shortie all of the time and rejecting Colby. Colby was madly in love with Y/N. He believed Y/N returned his feelings(they did but that's besides the point). Y/N was a bit tsundere and was very nervous about dating. Y/N rejected Colby a bit harshly and roasted him a lot. But still the boy loved them a lot. And viewers were also wanting them to get together already(minus the crazy fangirls who threatened to kill them). But Y/N stayed the same way as always. They heard Hell Week was coming up and They only had a bad feeling about it. They told Sam and Colby they didn't want to be a part of it, but here's what happened.
Shortie(Sam): Good Morning Y/N
N/N(nickname): Did you get a demon up your butt again?
Shortie: I don't think so...
N/N: Then how is it a good morning?
Shortie: Because it is.
N/N: No it isn't.
Shortie: Yes it is.
N/N: No it isn't.
Shortie: Yes
N/N: No.
Shortie: Yes
N/N: No.
Shortie: Yes.
N/N: If it was a good morning we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Shortie: Why do we hang out with you again?
N/N: I pay for your food.
Emo(Colby): Miss me Baby?
N/N: Great. Who invited the idiot?
Emo: I'm your idiot.
N/N: You are Sam's idiot.
N/N: Your wedding is tomorrow.
Shortie: We are not getting married and we are not dating!
N/N: You sure?
Shortie: Yes! I am very sure we are not dating. I have a girlfriend.
N/N: Yeah sure you do.
Shortie: I hate you.
N/N: Shall I stop paying for food?
Shortie: ...
N/N: Or should I reveal to the viewers that one time you were drunk, you threw a clock out the window cause you wanted to see time fly?
Emo: hahahahahahaha
N/N: You can't talk Emo! You kept petting my cat once drunk, saying 'look at how small this lion is'
Emo: At least it was orange.
N/N: It's a snow white kitty with gray stripes on her legs!
Shortie: hahahahahahahahahaha.
Emo: Shut it Sam.
N/N: Why did you guys contact me so early in the morning.
Shortie: It's almost noon...
N/N: Exactly. To early to put up with idiots.
Emo: We were wondering if you would like to come with us to the Washoe Club. Since I'm going to be there, you will most likely say yes.
N/N: Nope. I'm out. It's demonic and I hate it. I am not like Sam. I do not like demons pretending to be children up my butt.
Shortie: I don't like demons up my butt!
Emo: Please Y/N, it'll be fun. Do you really want to miss Sam getting tied up?
N/N: Wait, I might have to reconsider, Sam getting tied up?
Shortie: I am not getting tied up!
N/N: I am not going.
Shortie: KallMeKris will be there.
N/N: *Sighes*
Emo: Did you literally just text sigh?
N/N: Like you never have!
N/N: I'll come with you. BUT only because Sam is gonna be tied up.
N/N: Also because I have always wanted to hug KallMeKris.
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twstbookclub · 3 months
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Unexpectedly Cute
Summary: You were grumbling about Grim and his absurd eating habits, when you found a small cactus in the courtyard. When you picked it up, you didn't think you'd see another side of Jack that day. He didn't expect to see another side of you, either. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender-neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa🦋 Tags: Fluff, Romantic/Platonic, Tiny Cactus!!, Tsundere Jack Howl (that's putting it superficially), MC is a short and feisty firecracker in this Word Count: 1, 879 hi, i'm alive. i genuinely have a hard time writing jack, ngl. prompts for him were being switched around, and college is still kicking my ass. it's been months, really. although, i want to thank everyone who stuck around and waited for us to post fics again. i'm going to be busy again some time soon, but i hope i get to my drafts before i have to go back to the grind. again, thank you so much and i hope you enjoy reading 💕
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Jack Howl has always been an enigma to you. He was an open book most of the time. His cheeks flushed whenever you pointed out his concern for others. His eyebrows pinched together every time you called him kind. He always averted his eyes and turned away from you whenever you smiled knowingly, as if you held his secrets in the palm of your hand.
Yet, he never talked much about himself. He always tagged along with your unusual, ragtag group of friends. Even if Ace and Deuce’s fights annoyed him sometimes, he still stayed. His ears twitched at every little noise. His tail wagged whenever he was happy, and it slowly swayed from side to side whenever he was content. You always noticed the little things about Jack, but he never breathed a word about his life outside of Night Raven College nor his personal preferences.
He was an open book, but the pages were inked with ciphers and riddles that hid all of his secrets.
“Why the hell…?” You trailed off with a raise of your brow. In your hands sat a small pot with a succulent in it. Its soil was a rich brown, surrounding a round and prickly cactus. Judging by the soil and the color of the cactus, it was well taken care of.
Your hand hovered over the thorns, but you pulled away with a shake of your head. As mesmerized as you were by the tiny and cute plant, you had your priorities.
For example, why the hell was a succulent—that was given this much love and care—lying on the courtyard?
You were on your way to Sam’s store for a quick restock of tuna cans for Grim (that tiny rascal got greedy and ate a month’s supply), when you found this little thing. It laid on its side on the grass near the stone pathway. The moment you held it in your hands, you couldn’t help but admire how adorable and pretty the cactus was.
“Now, what are you doing here?” You mumbled to yourself as you continued on your way to Sam’s store. “You look like you’ve been really loved by your owner, so how did you end up here?”
With how engrossed you were in admiring the little cactus, you failed to hear a choked noise and the abrupt halt of footsteps behind you. You continued to give the succulent all of your attention with gentle hands and more murmurs.
You were an enigma to Jack Howl. You rarely talked about yourself, yet you revealed so much of yourself. He remembered how a scowl always marred your face, specifically the times when someone annoyed you. He remembered the fire in your eyes when you gnashed your teeth at Leona’s insults. He remembered the curses that spilled from your lips, whether it was spite for the assholes in NRC or your everyday self-expression. There was never a day that you spoke without cursing like a sailor drunk on booze and the salty sea air.
Jack was reminded of a wildfire every time he saw you. You wreaked havoc everywhere you went. A single touch—maybe a glimpse—from you seared your presence into someone’s mind, like an ember swelling into an inferno among a sea of trees. Like a moth to a flame, he gravitated towards you despite that faint voice warning him in the back of his mind.
The Savanaclaw freshman watched you smile, a miniscule quirk of your lips. The hands that cradled his potted cactus were the same ones that punched a sophomore, who mocked you for your short height. The eyes that held so much contempt and rage were looking at that succulent with quiet admiration, as if you were looking at the stars rather than a single plant.
Just now, you reminded Jack of a pure, white dandelion whose seeds danced and twirled in the wind.
Before Jack realized it, he clapped a hand on your shoulder with a gruff, “Hey.”
You jumped, clutching the little cactus close to your chest with a loud, “Son of a b—Jack!” One of the wolf beastman’s ears twitched, catching a hint of relief and exasperation in your voice. His eyes never missed the way you pulled the plant close to you, as if it was a child that should be protected. The soft admiration in your gaze was replaced with harsh and guarded eyes, the usual. Jack noticed how much he paid attention to you, and he became a bit embarrassed at the thought.
“That’s, uh, mine,” he stammered. Your eyes were drawn to the light flush on his cheeks. His gaze averted to the side, and he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck. Subtly, you glanced at Jack’s tail.
It was wagging from side to side, for some reason.
Looking back at the taller beastman, you drawled, “I didn’t know you have a green thumb, Jack. Maybe I should ask you to help me with gathering ingredients for Professor Crewel next time.”
The embarrassed blush grew worse, darkening his cheeks. The sharp edges in his eyes returned with a glower. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face when you heard Jack growl.
“... Don’t push it, Prefect. It’s not like I’d help you out every time you call me.”
Yet, he always did.
You shrugged and laughed with a playful nudge to Jack’s side. Careful hands returned the succulent to him as you chirped, “You say that, but you always come running whenever I do. Just admit it, Jack.”
He shot you an unimpressed look, and you laughed as he took the tiny pot from you. Jack’s ears twitched again. His eyes drank in the way your smile lit your face; how your irises hid behind the chub of your cheeks. For someone who’d pounce at anyone with murderous intent in that petite body, he didn’t think he’d see you smile like that.
Jack’s tail wagged behind him, fast enough to fan cool air to anyone who stood behind him. You silently mused about how it could sweep the dirt off the ground if it wagged any faster.
“It’s not like you to lose something,” you pointed out with that grin still on your face. 
Jack clutched the pot with a stutter and a furrow of his brows. You nearly laughed at his embarrassment, and you couldn’t help but muse to yourself.
Jack can actually be cute like this. He’s even being gentle with the pot. Cute.
“I-I was taking the cactus out for some sun,” Jack began with a frown as the blush was fading from his cheeks, “when Ruggie found me and told me that Leona needed me for something. The next thing I knew, it's in your hands.”
“The little guy took a tumble, then,” you concluded with a look at the cactus in Jack’s hands. “It was on the ground when I found it. Where did you leave it earlier?”
“On that bench.” Jack nudged his head towards one of the benches in the courtyard. A patch of sunlight shone over one of its edges, while the shadow of the tree stretched across the grass.
Jack watched you stare at the bench with a hum. With your attention occupied like this, he observed you without warranting unwanted embarrassment.
You bit your lip, pulling the bottom into your mouth. A million thoughts seemed to run through your mind behind that gaze of yours. A faint breeze rustled your hair and tickled your skin—and Jack couldn’t look away, for some reason.
Your eyes darted towards Jack, and he nearly flinched from getting caught staring at you. Although, you didn’t seem to think of it that way.
“I tried to scoop back some of the soil that fell out,” you told him with a lopsided smile. It looked awkward on you, as if you’re not used to smiling this much in a day.
“You’re lucky that the pot’s made of plastic. Maybe some jerk decided it was funny to ruin someone’s day like this.”
Jack continued to watch you mumble speculations under your breath. He didn’t realize it, but his hands gripped the pot and his tail wagged faster.
Who knew you could be this mellow? Your concern for his plant was kind of cute.
“Thanks,” Jack told you with a small smile, “for finding my cactus.”
You stopped mumbling, and you looked up at Jack again. You looked surprised at his gratitude, as if being thanked was rare for you. While Jack drank in the foreign expressions you made, a thought suddenly dawned on him.
“By the way, what are you doing out here?”
That seemed to snap you back to reality. The familiar frown returned, one that Jack vividly remembered from the little time he spent with you.
“Grim ate too much tuna,” you grumbled with an annoyed glare. It was as if you could see the monster-cat right in front of you.
“Now, I gotta buy more from Sam. That little bastard, I swear to the Seven—”
Jack noticed that you mentioned the Seven, rather than the usual God. You were getting comfortable with the lingo here. The corner of his lips twitched at that. Still, he made sure not to smile. If he did, you’d just tease him more, and this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere.
“I’ll walk you there. It wouldn’t feel right if I left you after you helped me out.”
You paused at Jack’s words. A closed-lip smile lit your face, and the beastman couldn’t help but admire the sudden change in expression.
“Really?” You asked, and he caught the relief in your tone again. “Thanks. You sure you wouldn’t mind? I mean, you still have that little guy to take care of.”
You kept calling his tiny cactus a little guy. Cute. That was all Jack could think about. For someone who was callous and confrontational like you, you were being cute right now.
“I don’t mind. Besides,” Jack slightly raised the potted succulent to make his point, “think of it as returning the favor.”
You saw Jack’s tail wagging and his ears perking up. He probably didn’t notice, and you grinned  at that.
“If you insist!” You chirped, before slipping an arm in his and leading him towards Sam’s store. He stumbled and stuttered again, before he exclaimed, “O-oi, hold on!”
“No can do.” Your grin grew wider, as you tugged the taller and larger freshman with you. Even if he was stronger and stockier than you, Jack let you drag him around.
“You put yourself in this situation, so I’ll make you carry the rest of the cans!”
Who knew he could seriously be this cute and earnest? For someone as intimidating and quiet as Jack, his reactions are earnestly cute.
You and Jack fell into another conversation—teasing him and earning an embarrassed blush—as you two walked to Sam’s store. The silence in the courtyard was disrupted with amused laughter and mortified grumbles.
As the afternoon sun showered the two in a golden glow, the cactus seemed to look more lively and vibrant in Jack’s hands now. It basked in the two’s company, as if it was the sunlight it needed all along.
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