#funsizedkola

[actualbird]

You know what I find really telling here about the NXX Gang? Nearly all of then have a side character that supports them. Artem has Celestine and Darius. MC has Kiki and DAVIS. Marius has his assistant, Vincent. Even Luke at least has Aaron. While Vyn has....... plants and his own voice that he records on occasion ^^" NXX is his only way to truly socialize a h a

hello!! and kjbKJBJFGSD U CAME FOR VYN'S ENTIRE LIFE

UR RIGHT THO. this reminds me of the relationship chart the official tot twitter posted prior to the game's release, look at this shit

like yep. everybody is well connected, everybodys got somebody outside of the nxx team, EXCEPT FOR VYN.

it's hilariously pathetic, vyn just talking to his plants and to his own damn self with his audio journal. dude, get some friends. please get some friends. join a plant club. do you have friends who play polo with you? or are you just friends with the horses. oh my god, wait, is vyn richter a HORSE GIRL???

truly though, vyn needs friends. nxx team is his friends but having more people to talk to is important, esp if he wants to talk about the team without the team knowing (i.e. him being like "hm. i care about them very much. oh dear.")

before mc came into the picture, vyn's only connection was marius, his own STUDENT. dr. vyn richter, please. begging you. get friends.

sidenote: revisiting this chart is wonderful. look at the hot mess that is baldr legal. apparently, this is important enough to be in this chart. i wanna see drama from them, come on.

but yeah

Get Vyn Richter Some Friends 2030

#tears of themis #vyn richter #tot vyn #funsizedkola #mo yi

[demonicheadcanons]

I have this headcanon that Beel has either intentionally or unintentionally directed his sin to just hunger. Gluttony isn't just wanting food for yourself, it's a rather careless yet still damaging mindset that's about HOARDING things like resources with no care on how you can help others by sharing. It's having your personal comfort be the priority over everyone else's, and yet Beel is one of the sweetest demons you can ever find yourself befriending. He isn't overly possessive of MC and is one of the most trustworthy people you can have as an ally, having quite some emotional intelligence too and consideration to his brothers. Ironic food for thought that came to mind during lunch aha

I’m. Adoring and loving this headcanon actually, thank you so much for sending this in! I didn’t think about this before but it makes so much sense :o

#ask #funsizedkola #obey me #others headcanons #obey me Beelzebub

[overdrivels]

funsizedkola replied to your post “a chef is too easy. gotta now figure out how to...”

Two words: Hair. Washing. 

You. You have a great idea there.

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There are times when Hanzo thinks Overwatch is too lackadaisical about their own safety, rushing into things without plans or meeting people who say they’re Overwatch’s allies without any proof except a shaky history. Then there are times when they’re overly cautious, as they should be, but in the stupidest of ways.

“’Overwatch must not have their hair cut or be shaven by unauthorized parties.’ What is this?” Hanzo looks up from the contract, squinting at McCree and Winston.

“You ever seen the movie ‘Sweeney Todd’?”

“Actually, it was a musical play first, so it would be of no surprise to have known that first.”

Hanzo didn’t know how to respond to that other than just, “No.” It’s regrettable because his orientation is extended for another hour while he learns about a movie (or musical) that is almost a century old about serial-killer barbers and the few barbers whom Overwatch agents are allowed to see at this point in time until all others can be confirmed to be not of the throat-slitting variety. (It’s a silly precaution, really. Hanzo is more likely to cut their throats instead even with a hot towel over his face and three glasses of whiskey in.) 

The list of available barbers is short and the missions he goes on usually places him a full day’s vehicle ride away from the nearest one. It’s not as though he fussed about his hair too much--his hair was long in his youth and he usually kept his hair tied anyway. But after lending his ribbon to Satya to bandage her broken arm (which turned out to be absolutely useless because she was able to hardlight a cast for herself), and getting smacked in the face with his own hair and almost shooting Tracer clean out of the air, he figured it was time to make a deliberate pit-stop.

His expectations were low enough. Any stylist or barber who lets McCree run around look like that should have their certifications revoked and then quit their profession entirely.  At the very least, the salon is better than your perceived reputation.

It’s a quiet, old-fashioned place tucked between a Starbucks and a huge office building with only two seats and a single person manning it. Unlike other establishments that put their customers on display, the wall is made of frosted glass. Pictures of hairstyles at least 10 years out of date decorate the walls alongside pictures of you in your youth standing with people he doesn’t recognize.

“Thank you for waiting, Mr. Tanaka. What can I do for you today?” you ask as you prepare your instruments.

“Side-shave. Both sides.”

“Would you like your beard trimmed?”

“Make it neat.”

“Sure. Would you care to have your hair washed first?”

It’s not even a debate. “Yes.”

You lead him to the back where the washing station is and you undo his ponytail with little difficulty. A towel is laid out onto the sink’s rim before you carefully guide his head back onto it. Your fingers comb through his hair a few times, skimming his ears, making his eyes close.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Mm.”

So far, your service has been passable, but it’s when the hose turns on does his evaluation of you change. The water is tepid but the pressure is strong. You rub your fingers along his hairline and down, rubbing his scalp, easing the tension he didn’t know was there. The sounds of rushing water fills his ears, the quiet hum of an old jazzy tune bounces around the sink. Soon the smell of milky shampoo enters his nose and the hose is shut and both your hands are upon his head, working in unison to massage his head.

Unwittingly he lets out a sigh. This is bliss and it would be great if it doesn’t get ruined by having his throat slit.

#reply #funsizedkola #my writing

[pen-observing]

Pink!

Pink: Which of your characters would become your best friend?

I only made one original character and that was when I was like 15 (besides the different personalities of reader in my fics) so I will pick a character from the obey me universe: Satan! 

I am an English major, he loves books let's get it. I will fight him if he likes Bukowski. Find us talking about symbolism at 3am. I can get angry quickly too but I'm also peaceful enough to help other people. We probably have similar vibes and I would burn his bad fashion items while letting him play with a cat; call that 🌠balance🌠

I checked out your blog and Mammon would be your bff dear Kola, I'm telling you. Thank you for asking! 

#Ask Aqua #funsizedkola #catch me fighting Satan only to help him through trauma

[captainkirkk]

Boys would probably bully little fem!Izuku for being the biggest All Might fan because he's supposed to be a hero for the MEN, not for Quirkless girls, and the girls whisper behind her back for wearing an All Might shirt that was clearly picked from the boys aisle. (Just also imagine Kirishima admiring how MANLY she is and Izuku feels like crying at hearing his words of genuine kindness. ;~;)

In this AU, there would be gross undercurrents to the bullying Midoriya has to endure. I imagine she’s targetted by the girls more, and gets made fun of for wanting to be just like All Might and spending all her time obsessing over pro heroes in a weird way, not in the cute way her peers do, and she’d have to deal with a host of other microaggressions, like fake confessions, or dumb teenagers gagging over the idea of dating her. The last one is something I headcanon for canon!Midoriya (and something I’ve read stunning fic for before), but I’ve been a teenage girl. I’ve talked to other teenage girls. And I know that feels like.

But when she gets to UA everyone is so open and kind and welcoming and Midoriya is just... blown away

#ask #funsizedkola

[pwnyta]

From what I heard in the movie and even from the previews Im not so sure Daves got anything together. LMAO

#Funsizedkola #Text posts. #FAKE IT TILL YA MAKE IT DAVE!!!

[my-ultimate-is-ready]

Sooo.... which flowers do you think would suit those Shimada brothers~?

Hanzo: Asphodel — for regret that follows to the grave, a bitterness and sorrow, Orange Osmanthus — truth and nobility, practical and traditional, Zephyranthes — of expectation, ‘rainlillies’ with remarkable survivability, Geraniums — once folly, turned melancholy.

Genji: Cherry blossoms — for the soul of eternal spring, sudden and swift, White chrysanthemum — emblematic of royalty, death and loyalty, but all things in between, Lotus (of all hues) — for rebirth and emerging from the dark, a slow bloom, unspooling and unspoiled.

#(inde's best hanzo voice:) a bouquet. for you. #hanzo shimada #hanzo headcanon #genji shimada #genji headcanon #shimada #hanzo #genji #an exercise in plant symbolism. good for the soul #as always it's a pleasure to see your name and icon in my askbox #these #replies #flowers #can you feel the joanna newsom i was listening to because that's happening #i went a little overboard but it's all good #IS THAT A FUCKING PETALS REFERENCE??????? #self-referential wow i cannot believe #funsizedkola

[undertale-imagine-that-the-2nd]

Here’s @funsizedkola’s very cool oc out for a jog!

Thanks for commissioning me hun! ===

Want to commission me? Just send me an IM! My price list is here: PRICES

#art #commission #funsizedkola

[kiryuva]

I heard the new voiceline between Hanzo and Doomfist AND I'M DYING. I LOVE THIS GRUMPY DRAGON. X'D

“Do not rouse the dragon.” 

“Find some other errand boy, Akande.”

i love Hanzo Shimada.

he is having absolutely none of it with anyone. the only pleasant interaction he seems to have is with Symmetra, but hearing how dismissive and stubborn he is gives me life.

#replies #funsizedkola

[humanityinahandbag]

I have a brother who's been assigned to make a speech on a famous woman from American history and I was wondering if you could give a few examples on more lesser known women that he could look up.

I don’t have much time to do research outside of my masters right now, but I wanted to at least give this ask some consideration since that seems like a cool project he’s doing and lesser-known women heroes deserve all the attention! 

Martha Gellhorn was a pretty cool lady who I learned briefly about in school. She famously said she never wanted to be a “footnote in someone else's life” and for a short time, she became that as the wife of Ernest Hemingway. But she was also less known for her role as one of the first female war correspondents. 

Nellie Bly is always a personal favorite of mine. I did two reports on her, focusing on the work she did in the asylums outside of New York City and how she revolutionized treatment methods through her criticism of how doctors treated patients (spoiler alert: not well.) 

Aung San Suu Kyi is a Burmese politician who was formerly under arrest for almost 15 years but still used her role as a political prisoner to enact change by protesting violence and promoting democracy and was just recently voted as the equivalent to Prime Minister for her country. She’s a badass who deserves every honor she’s gotten but is not as well known as other Nobel Prize winners or political prisoners and absolutely needs more attention. 

Those are just three- but I’m sure you can find more with just a little time and some research! 

#women #history #I LOVE HISTORY #funsizedkola

[rainbowchibbit]

Okay, so while Fell Paps is interesting, he's not one of my faves. AND YET, when I read the last couple of pages of your comic, I feel like I'm gaining a crush on him SOLELY BY SEEING HOW YOU DRAW HIM!!! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!?!?! THIS IS WITCHCRAFT I TELL YA!!! WITCHCRAFT!!!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY DIABOLICAL PLAN IS WORKING but no seriously the panels where he’s sitting on the bench are like my favorite time I’ve drawn him ever he looks really cute in those

#funsizedkola #asks #soulfell #soultalk

[actualbird]

Been watching a video of a former art thief and a detective rating art heist scenes in movies and one that was shown was in a film called The Thomas Crown Affair. A thief steals a priceless Monet painting and its handled ROUGHLY, broken outta it's frame and BENT. IN. HALF to fit in a suitcase. It made me wince so hard and I can only imagine how much rage Marius would have felt at seeing such a scene a h a

KJBDJKGJDS THIS REMINDED ME OF AN EXCHANGE I HAD WITH A FRIEND WHO STARTED PLAYING TOT RECENTLY

UR RIGHT THO!! marius values art so fuckin much, he would BEYOND wince, he may just stop watching the show out of spite. you cant just show him a piece of art (a MONET!!!!) being mishandled like that without any warning!!!! whats the tv show equivalent of a rage quit? he does that if he sees this scene.

my brain went in another direction now tho, forgive me, but im thinking bout how precious art is to marius. not just his own, but like, all of it.

if anybody ever gave marius ANY piece of art, he would cherish it SO MUCH

a little doodle from mc goes on his fridge, pinned by a magnet. whenever she comes over she sees it and groans like "come on, i can draw you something better, take it down!!" and hes like "nope! if it's on the fridge, it stays forever! it's special now! ;)" and he pointedly does not tell her just how much that doodle matters to him, as silly and casual as the doodle is. it's on the fridge, it's special, he cant help but smile whenever he sees it.

luke gives him a tiny action figure that luke made himself and the action figure is now on marius' office desk at PAX. marius is not sure if this action figure has a button that makes it shoot a tranq dart, any gift from luke has the POSSIBILITY to be a fucking weapon somehow. still, he keeps it at his desk, making sure to get rid of any dust that gathers. feels as if theres a little soldier here now, protecting him from anybody who wants to go for marius' throat

vyn has never given marius a tangible thing but one time during one of their tutoring sessions, when marius was dead tired from lack of sleep and frustrated with how he couldnt think, vyn had gone to the piano in the study room and played a gentle melody to calm marius down. when marius asked what song vyn played, vyn shrugs and said it was a piece he was trying to write. marius has never forgotten the melody. he hums it to himself when hes stressed.

artem cant make most art at ALL but when marius voiced that he wanted to learn how to cook, artem had sent him a bunch of his own recipes. all of them take SO MUCH SKILL and marius is like I DONT KNOW WHAT SOME OF THESE WORDS MEAN but he knows that artem is trying, in his own weird way. and maybe marius likes the challenge. he keeps the recipes and laughs at artem's side comments about the cooking steps, and marius wonders if artem knows just how much of himself he's revealed in these words

art takes a lot of forms. the definitions of art just broaden even more when you yourself are an artist, and marius welcomes that.

is it a bad thing, to want to cherish more and more things? maybe. but if theres one thing marius will always believe in, it'll be art. and art from people he cares about is some of the most valuable shit in his life.

if u give marius art, hes basically never gonna leave u ever. good luck getting rid of him now, team!!!!

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #funsizedkola #asks

[paradoxicalintheory-blog]

A Bet on Fate

Okay, so… this is weird.  This is a little something based on a post that’s based on a post?  @funsizedkola wrote an angsty drabble based on this imagine by @tyranttortoise. Stretch (US!Papyrus) finds his soulmate while dating the Reader, and the Reader makes a decision (read the first story y’all, it’s good!).  To be honest, I had a lot of story ideas based on that original imagine, but this one seemed the simplest and the shortest and hey, I thought I might actually want to try and post a complete story. Which I have never done before!  So yaaay.  Basically, after reading the story (and crying for a good half hour), I had a few thoughts about what could happen that would make the actions the protagonist took to… not lead to the expected conclusion.  So have this weird thing!

Papyrus let the phone fall into his lap and hung his head in defeat.  No go today either.

He could hear a sniffle from across the room.  He shifted a bit from slumping so he could better face his brother.

“sans---”

“PAPY---”

“it’s not your fault---”

“BUT I’M THE ONE WHO---”

“not. your. fault.”

Sans flinched, and his mouth quivered.  Papyrus sunk into the cushions and sighed.

“none of us… we couldn’t have imagined anything turning out this way.  humans are… different.  we’re still learning in what ways.”

Sans bowed down his head as tears slipped past his sockets.  Damn, Papyrus really hated seeing how his brother’s been affected by this whole mess.

He really hated how everyone’s been affected.  And it’s mostly his fault anyway. Typical.

The door into their apartment shifted and cracked opened; Sans perked up while Papyrus remained hunched over.

His soulmate, the waitress, entered the door, a wry smile on her face.

“Hey, guys.  At it again?  Any, um, luck?”

The silence was enough of an answer.

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When he found the note, he immediately tried to call you, discovering quickly that all his calls were being blocked.  And all their friends’ numbers too. You had shut him out completely.

He didn’t want it to end like this.  He didn’t even want it to end.

But he couldn’t blame you.  You probably deserved better anyway.

Having nothing else to do, he went to Muffet’s and finally got to relieve the ache he’s been drowning out for weeks.  He got to know who she was, her name, what she liked and disliked.  He could feel that they were certainly meant to know each other, to be in each others’ lives.  Trust in her was immediate and implicit; he placed faith in her with the emotions and turmoil he’s experienced for so long.

The bond they felt when they finally resonated together… the love he felt swell up inside the depths of his soul… it was nothing like he could have ever expected.

Because he didn’t expect his long-awaited soulmate would be aro ace.

It was like finding a long-lost sister.  A new family member he could immediately trust. Someone who he wasn’t able to see sexually or romantically because she herself was unable to have those feelings.

Since then, he’s had someone in his life who wanted to make him the best person he could be.  It felt wonderful...

And it wasn’t enough to satisfy the emotional needs he still had.  To rid him of the void you created in his life.

It didn’t take long for his soulmate to learn about everything that happened.  As it turned out, she wasn’t the type to hold back pointing out where he went wrong (“You know, if you had talked to them instead of drinking your problems away...”).  She insisted this situation was the result of the both of them trying to shoulder burdens alone without talking.  With the firm belief that attempting communication could bring resolution and maybe even reconciliation, she urged him to try and find a way to contact you.

Only his numbers were blocked, you left no hint of where you moved to, and as it turns out, you weren’t even working at the same place anymore.  You had been trying to get a new job, but never wanted to talk about your new job opportunities in case they “jinxed” your chances.  And the workers at your old job were extremely uncomfortable giving him any hints as to where you went.  With the scrunched expression your prior manager gave him, he wouldn’t be surprised if she thought he was stalking you.

After what felt like days in his skull, he felt the warm hand of his soulmate over his. His only response was to grip onto her fingers a little tighter.

“Papyrus.  It’ll be okay.  All you can do is your best, and say you tried.  We’ll be here for you.”

Tried… What would his effort gain?  What has effort ever gained for him?

It seemed as if the only chance he had was to, well, leave it up to chance that they’ll meet again.

And he was never one to bet well on fate.

#tyranttortoise #funsizedkola #undertale #underswap #angst #drama #soulmates #my writing

[overdrivels]

"I brought you an umbrella" for Genji!

Genji stands right underneath the awning of a bus stop where rain has already begun to come down in sheets, soaking his shins and feet. He does not really feel it, not in the way that he used to: there's the pinging of metal now and the lack of feeling the rain soaking in and cleansing him of things he wants to forget–it was something he had lamented with great anguish when he realized he could not even feel the simple pleasure that is the rain upon his skin. Perhaps he still does. He reaches out a hand, letting the water catch on him, but he can feel nothing except the briefest of pressures; it's so hollow.

Leaning against the wall, he watches as the rain creates small rivers down the streets, carrying leaves and other debris as it brings a certain type of calm to the world and emptying it of people and animals who have all taken shelter. It should be uncomfortable, but his suit filters out the humidity--he cannot even breath in the air properly without it all being artificial. While he has long come to terms with it, moments like these make him wish...if...

He's so lost in thought, he doesn't notice the hurried steps and splashes down the street until you stop right outside the stop, out of breath and wearing a raincoat. 

"Fi-finally found, found you," you wheeze, water flowing down your face in little rivulets, down your coat, soaking every inch of you. 

Genji starts. "What are you doing here? It's raining." 

“I brought you an umbrella." You huff and shove the end of one at him. "Thought you might not want to get wet.” 

He stares, stunned at the gesture before laughing, a little bit amazed and a little bit giddy. "You didn't have to." 

"Well, dinner's in half an hour and you're missing, so of course I have to." 

Genji chuckles. "Of course. It's about dinner, not me." He feigns hurt, but opens up the umbrella anyway, tilting it over your head. 

"Would you like to share it with me?" 

The question hangs in the air and Genji watches with a sort of anticipation he hasn't had since he was younger, though that anticipation blooms into something warm and overbearingly sweet when he sees you smile and say, "I'd love to." 

#funsizedkola #one hundred ways to say 'I love you' meme #my writing #i am really lagging back here #sorry

[captainkirkk]

Whe I think of what some BNHA boys would be like as girls, shipping is rarely on my mind. Instead I see how it can be improve the narrative of the story and actually give more balance for the girls on how they affect the story. Also the image of fem!Todoroki going to her first girls sleepover with her classmates and attempting to connect with them is Very Cute.

Fem!Todoroki being immediately enveloped in their friendship and being unsure what to do with all this warmth and unconditional support

#she's touched by it in a way she can't put into words #even if they do have a habit of talking about embarrassing things #ask #funsizedkola

[my-ultimate-is-ready]

Either "I believe in you" or "Alright, I love you" with McCree :3

You suggested truth or dare. McCree protested as soon as you had said so. “Nope. We are not playin’ that. No way, no how.”

“One round.” You negotiated, looking for a way to pass the time. “Besides, how embarrassing can it get? We’re alone out here and I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He gave you a hard stare before shaking his head with laughter and giving in, what kind of trouble are you getting me into. 

One round becomes several over the course of the night and all share relatively tame outcomes because it’s not about humiliation or blackmail. Between playing, you tell all manner of stories and learn there is so much more you want to know about him. There is indefinitely more to Jesse McCree than meets the eye.

Eventually you become aware of just how late it is because the fire is dying and there is hardly enough kindling left to keep it going much longer. On top of that, and you don’t know how it’s happened exactly, but you’re sitting close enough to him that it takes a continuous effort to ignore— if one of you were to lean forward your noses would touch. Or more.

You ask, the final round, poaching a quiet moment. “So, Jesse, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he says, confidently, the last of the firelight burns in his eyes. He reads your incredible focus on him and gives you the same in return.

You ask what you assume is fair game. “What are you most afraid of?”

He repeats the question to himself as he considers, a longer and deeper pause settling than any time prior. He pulls the brim of his hat back to thoughtfully scratch his temple. “Well… I suppose it’d be never saying what I keep meanin’ to say…”

“What do you keep meaning to say?”

“You can’t ask me for another truth,” he scolds you, gently.

“That was a ‘half-truth’ at best.”

“Aw, alright…” He says, surrendering with another nod of his head and a quick glance to the dying fire. Your vision has reduced to embers and smoke, the silhouette of the cowboy and the clear night sky behind him but you hear the smile in his voice, even as it gets too dark to see. “… I love you.”

#jesse mccree #jesse mccree x reader #mccree x reader #overwatch x reader #these #prompt meme #jesse #mccree #we are allowed to enjoy cliches always especially if there is a certain cowboy involved #we are allowed and encouraged #funsizedkola