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#it's the mundane interactions

see-arcane · 1 year

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Poor Jonathan probably is all scruffy now without shaving

I bet Dracula compliments him on his 'choice' to go unshaven. It suits him and, more importantly, suits the place! He is right to embrace the custom here, as Dracula himself shall embrace London. Is this not so?

#I will give villainous kudos to Dracula for being nigh guaranteed to find some way to turn literally every interaction #into an exercise in creepy bastardry and champion grade gaslighting #even something so mundane as being unable to shave (because of him)#jonathan harker #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

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elitadream · 6 months

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This idea is a bit more for fun.

What would happen if Bowser had to fulfill one of Mario's obligations.

Like a plumbing appointment or a high school reunion.

PFFFFT YES!

I can picture him crouching in front of a pipe in disgust and tinkering with it at random, ultimately throwing his stuff in an angry fit and twisting the darn thing like a towel until the leak would stop. 🤣

When small toads would flock to him to play (or to show him the DIYs they've made 🤭✂️) and he'd notice other civilians watching, he'd grit his teeth with a long suffering sigh and roll his eyes at everything, barely concealing his boredom and disdain. xD

#Yes for Bowser!Mario having to endure more mundane and pleasant interactions 😂👏#a small punishment in itself >:3 #asks #mario #bowser #toads #body swap #personal concept #headcanon #idea #humor

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frog-legss · 6 months

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I don't know exactly how the canon works with the red and blu teams and which spy is which scouts dad (some people say red spy is blu scouts dad and vice-versa whatever) but I can't stop thinking about this scene from the end of a swissmas story

I can't get out of my head how this is probably how scout and spy would've interacted and how genuinely good of a dad spy could've been had he stayed in scouts life (of course spy would teach him how to be a murderer but scout was gonna do that anyways it's fine) but for whatever reason spy decided to just up and leave and scout doesn't even remember any of it cause he was too young. also the fact that scout was literally there when this scene unfolded I'm hurt and distraught

#i love dad spy son scout so much it hurts. im in pain #im so hurt i love them so much dude #i like how this is just a mundane interaction with an old man and a kid and im shivering and crying like a dying victorian child #i need to be stopped #sorry LMAOO #team fortress 2 #tf2 #spy tf2 #scout tf2

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perpetualcynicism · 11 months

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i’m having some xiao fic thoughts right now…

like, what if the reader is some minor god who somehow hid themselves away during the archon war and managed to survive it by staying under the radar, and who now lives essentially like a mortal, if not never-aging and slightly disconnected from society; a habit which likely arose from their time in hiding.

they knew xiao when he was still alatus, though not particularly well (and probably lost contact around the time he was controlled by that evil god), but reestablished a few interactions now and again after xiao was taken under zhongli’s wing; he wanted to check up on them and see how they were doing (and whether they were still alive), more out of curiosity than anything.

they began growing closer once the rest of the yakshas fell when they realised how isolated xiao now was, and have a role as a sort of constant variable who’s there when he needs to talk without him having to worry about them growing old and dying in the blink of an eye like mortals do. it’s definitely a slowburn kindled from acquaintance to friendship, as well as an understanding of what’s transpired in the other’s life and a mutual respect borne from centuries of knowing each other.

around them, xiao also feels he can relax a little and lean into the memories of alatus a little more, because they knew him back then and sort of bring out the side of him which is more gentle and free-spirited like he used to be (and that could transition into the dancing fic i wanted to write for him, too…)

#i feel like their original title/ godly name could be ‘ides’ (pronounced ‘eye-deez’) for some reason #and they use the reader’s to sort of protect their identity and stuff #i feel like they could be a god of… maybe silence or something? hence why they were so good at hiding themselves?#and it would be really interesting to explore a mute reader (if that’s the route their character went) and how they’d interact with others #i feel like they’d be very introverted but have a LOT of internal strength (not literally but character-wise)#or like… the god of sea foam or daydreams or mundane memories or drizzles or contemplation or something #let me know if anyone has any other ideas for what they could be a god of #xiao x reader

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unexpectedbrickattack · 10 months

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Honestly I'm kind of obsessed w Peppino and Pepperman's dynamic and how it manages to be even fucking gayer than an actual romantic relationship. Like the sheer adoration and admiration and obsession like holy shit 🫣 makes me a lil insane.

vvv Me every single time someone comes into my inbox telling me how much they like their dynamic vvv

It is just so fun to write them this way. I wouldnt say i ship them (i really do like Just pep/stavo when my brain defaults to peppino while im bored and idle) but like w any kind of relationship and/or dynamic it is just fun to make them a lil gay for each other. Every friend ive been with is like that a little bit like haha bro ur so funny say that again hey did u know ur smile is so nice and it lights ur whole face up? Just sayin bro didnt mean to interrupt ur joke just wanted to get that out 😊💖

#chattin #answered #pepperman really loves his muse so much like NEVER has he felt so much inspiration within him until he fought this man #so hes a bit insane about it but its okay its all good #and like even when they are doing mundane things #like watching peppino interact w customers #or following him around the market to keep him company #or watching him snooze off at a very important event he is like ALWAYS taken aback #that is his muse!!#inspiration and love in the mundane !!!#he feels like he owes peppino so much; how could he have been so blind this whole time #heehee

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stardustedknuckles · 6 months

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Can't believe I forgot to tell this story but I went to a play party thing a couple weeks ago and was severely underdressed because the nature of the party was revealed neither in the announcement nor from hot enby friend (who invited me and didn't show til after close) but anyway the doors had just opened and I was holding my umbrella and looking for a place to put it, and since it was wet I didn't want to put it back in my shoulder bag, you know how it is. I had fallen in with a random person I met on Lex and a handful of other queers who were chatting and I commented somewhat absently, "I wonder if there was a coat check included in this renovation. I dunno what to do with this."

And the lesbian next to me looked at my too-big dickies jacket (someone's kink, I'm sure) and my general self (not so sure about that one) and said, somewhat jokingly, "well if you happen to be carrying a carabiner you could attach your umbrella to it and hook it to your bag strap."

I opened my mouth to say something like "I'm afraid I haven't assimilated that far into the culture yet" and then I remembered I've been carrying my keys on a carabiner since I moved out of my parents' house in 2012 and silently pulled them out of my pocket to a veritable explosion of enthusiastic cheers.

I walked around with my umbrella dangling and bumping into my knee for two hours, but I walked proudly.

#Long before I knew carabiners for keys was a lesbian thing my dad was commenting in concern about me using one #At the time I just blinked at him and said 'I leave things I carry all the time. This just makes more sense than a purse'#And he also with the Adhd went well I guess that's fair - I'm just concerned #We have a lady at work who wears her keys on her belt and she's a little... Confused #Anyway shoutout to dad you were right to be worried and also LOL #Mundane adventures #If you interact you love trans people

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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 year

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Mordecai probably lives in an apartment or something, but my first thought when you brought up the Caves on that post was that he won’t tell us because he’s been living in the Caves the Whole Time. Even tho he’d hate the slime mold.

yeah a Whole Damn House would be a bit much, and probably not as useful for the nightly bootlegging related goings on: see, freckle needing to stand around waiting for a ride before he can go shoot people. whereas mordecai can show up to the maribel hotel on foot, or at least have started out somewhere he could get a cab or whatever....and this is probably the closest to any relevant Living Situation Glimpses

someplace with a bed, and one with an art deco headboard....a modern style, so it's neither Antique nor unfancy enough to have less identifiable stylings at all. like just by guessing surely he lives in some apartment that's unassuming enough to live unassumingly in, with whatever alias, so something large & fancy would be unhelpful....plus if he's gonna be fairly rigorous in his domestic upkeep, it wouldn't really help to have a huge place, even if for the same reasons it wouldn't be too small (or old or otherwise unpleasant; hard no to slime mold, slime, or mold....) and like re: the rotating aliases, maybe he moves places fairly regularly for good measure, been at this like, a decade....tl;dr probably has some apartment/s that's roomy but not huge, nice but not Fancy fancy, at the nexus of practicality, resources, and preferences

but it's important to think about "what if mordecai's been living in the caves the whole time" b/c that's funny lmao

#hey just now appreciating; closest we get to a t-shirt #thank you fashion shifts that said shirts originally worn as Underthings are now just for whenever: tees; tanks. i.e. ideals lol #and we do get tank top mordecai in all his ''officially debuting standing in the woods in underwear b/c he didn't parse Joking'' go off #this and that [morning routine] How are showers taken in the lackadaisy-verse? They are taken...in stride.#that one makes me laugh throughout. perfect quotidian suffering....right yeah lol ''the mundane tortures of existence''#mordecai and freckle as parallel [''unsociable'' guy constantly w/head in hands; sometimes w/gun in hands] is also always powerful & funny #perfect that they do meet over brunch & immediately; continuously; independently decline to interact w/each other at all #the power of distinctive characters in that there's no possible group/combo's interactions that would not be a delight #Living In The Caves could be a party if it was like given a real setup with furnishings and shit. depending....#i don't know anything about the environment of st. louis limestone caves #but yeah between potential Organisms & Dampness & the difficulty of having even your personal cave chamber be decidedly Clean....#i don't think he'd choose to be secretly living in the caves this whole time. sure: who would; yet he's truly a Least Likely contender lol #like rocky probably doesnt only to keep up enough of Any ''i totally have an apartment or smthng too'' appearances. a More Likely figure lo #lackadaisy #but if you move apartments do you have to move your art deco bed....however it's possible a) such furnishings come with the room #and b) he doesn't actually move around that much and c) if he does he just gets a whole new art deco bed like to hell with it #the speakeasy hitman's styled bed headboard biannual tax; as they say #looking up the history of the household vacuum. indeed the twenties are the prime time for the true onset / availability of that

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sofiiel · 7 months

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Tread on Me Lightly | Ch. 1

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Warnings: none that I am currently aware of.

Your minds turning three miles a minute as you've zoned out in the steam. Murmuring your to-do list quietly.

"Last two classes of the day, you need to give Rochelle her invite to the pool party for Tammy. Remember to turn in that assignment for extra credit. Pick up the make up assignment from Mrs. Sharpton's class."

Lost in thought, you didn't feel the loose clasp of your birthstone necklace give way.

"Ugh, then there are the auditions for drama, my first day down at Claire's." you thought as the soap slipped across your skin.

You'd taken no notice of the quiet figure whose teeth were clamped into her bottom lip, three showers down, as she watched the wall with extreme interest. She was moving like lightning to wash up.

"You released a labored sigh, and then you've got to avoid Andy all week, that'll be fun. At least Tina gave you that heads up." you thought.

Your necklace finally made its escape, with a delay, you scrambled after the runaway trinket. Your fingers frantically tried to catch the chain headed for the busted drain guard.

"No, no, no!" you called, knees hitting the tiles painfully.

A second pair of hands reached out and caught the chain, "I don't think I've ever moved that fast in my life." their owners sighed.

You looked up in surprise, you'd been sure you were alone. But you'd never been so glad not to have the showers to yourself.

"Um...here" She said, holding out your necklace.

You cupped your hands and gratefully accepted it, encasing it inside your palms.

"Thanks, I don't know when you got here, but. I'm glad you are here." you sighed. Struggling to offer a smile, "Buckley, right?" you asked.

Her eyes grew wide as the water continued to rain down on your heads, her hair plastered around her freckles.

Robin gave an absent nod, "yeah." she said, but her eyes said, "Did that just happen?"

It was the look you often got from students who deemed you one of the popular girls. As if talking with them should be a crime. It was hard to fight the urge to cringe. You hated that look.

Getting to your feet, carefully hold your necklace, "I own you one big time." you tell Robin.

She's still knelt on the floor, subtly covering her chest and struggling to keep eye contact.

"Ah, don't worry about it. It's pretty well known you love that necklace...you wear it every day and all." Robin uttered.

The bell rang loudly, and you could have sworn you'd heard Robin whistle in relief.

"Well, I did to be going. But thanks for the save, I still owe you one." You spoke quickly, heading for your towel and out of the showers.

Robin toppled onto the floor and backed up against the wall. Her heart beat violently in her chest as she exhaled every bit of air she could muster out of her lungs.

Her hands grabbed the top of her head and pulled at her soaked hair.

"Holy shit, what kind of fresh sweet hell did today just become?" She thought.

"I mean, how does spilling your milk carton on Carol Perkins and getting a spit wad shot into your trumpet turn into hitting the showers the same time as ____ _____ and - and totally saving her prized necklace?" Robin's mind ranted.

She gulped down a breath of air, "and you saw her as the world first met her." Robin chewed her tongue, the face suddenly feeling hot.

"And she's cute under her clothes too, this isn't fair." Robin glanced down at herself, "Oh god, she saw you too, you just saw each other in the most awkward boob-flopping scramble in the history of ever."

Though, it was enough to make her snort softly with laughter.

Was she mortified? Yes, but the humor of it all would not be lost on her. In fact, maybe it was a good thing. Nothing could be worse than what they each may or may not have seen of each other.

And more than anything, "She seems more human now." Robin murmured.

In the parking lot of the Star Court, you fixed your mascara in the review mirror. You liked working at Claire's it gave you more of a chance to break the weird barriers people at school seemed to force around you.

You loved helping people pick out jewelry and accessories. Sure, you weren't the be-all and end-all of fashion, but you'd learned a thing or two from the circle of friends you'd been shoved into.

It was nice helping others feel better about themselves, even if it was so little of a thing as helping them find those earrings that bring out their eyes.

Or a hair clip that went that shirt they have nothing to match with.

Then you weren't just that popular girl from school.

And if you were lucky, that person might just talk to you the next time they see you. Maybe even without approaching like a chicken into a fox den.

It was a better job than working at Radio Shack, and you were actually quite glad to exit your car and head off to your second week on the job.

Arriving early, you decide to stop into the gap to pick up the Blondie shirt you'd seen last week. Remembering how it was the perfect mix of cute but not too extremely girly. It seemed beachy casual.

And today, there was only one left on the rack.

It was clearly too big for you. But it was the only one left. "And who knows if they'll be getting more in." you thought. Luckily, as part of the drama club, you knew more than enough people who could take it in for you.

Grabbing the shirt from the wrack, you were met with resistance.

"Oh, sorry," Robin said, snapping her hand away from the shirt.

Your eyes wandered to the cute design, and you inwardly groaned.

"You do owe her." you thought.

Reluctantly, you held out the shirt, "no, here it's too big for me anyway." you offered quickly. Stealing a glance over, Robin in her blue and white sailor uniform.

Your eyes took in the details of softly toned legs, and you tried your best not to let them linger there. Tilting your head slightly, you couldn't help but notice, that the shirt wouldn't have fit her, either.

"But maybe she can sew or knows a good seamstress." you thought.

"It wasn't going to fit, I was going to cut the picture off as a patch for a quilt" Robin explained with a shrug.

"You make quilts?" You asked, She didn't look like she would. But a quilt out of band and pop culture bits and pieces...you could see her doing that.

This was in fact the girl that came to school every day in dark nail polish, fairly well-maintained makeup, and always seemed tumbled between punk and something fresh out of Europe. Or at least what you imaged of Europe.

You held the shirt out further, "that actually sounds pretty rad. If you show me what you make with it. You can have the shirt." You state with a smile.

Robin's cheeks flushed subtly, "You...want to see a quilt?" she asked, arching a brow.

You laughed, "It's scandalous, isn't it?" You teased.

"A little, yeah, It's just...surprising. But, yeah - sure, deal," said Robin.

"We're even now," Robin added.

You shook your head, "Hardly. I would be lost without this," you murmured, gingerly touching your fingertips to the dainty necklace.

Robin's gaze fell to your neckline.

"You don't even know." you whispered.

"Where'd you get that neckla-"

Robin's words slipped back into her vocal cords as two hands took your arms.

"There you are!" Tina chimed happily.

"We've been looking all over for you, that hunk who works in the jazzercise classes is stretching," Heather added.

You shuddered inwardly, looking into the distance with a dull gaze.

Robin covered her mouth to hold in a chuckle at your lack of enthusiasm.

At that moment, your eyes met hers, and she flashed you an apologetic smile.

She wished she could help you, however, her shift was about to start.

Your eyes still screamed for help as your two friends hauled you away. Robin getting further away as they did so, seeming at a loss in deep conflict about what to do.

Robin groaned as she slung a scoop of ice cream into a sugar cone and passed it off to the customer.

"I should have done something." she thought.

"But I did have to get to work," Robin answered herself once the customer walked away.

It was a slow day at work, and it was leaving her with plenty of time to regret what had happened.

"Though that guy they hauled her off to looks...unnatural, and now she's probably been traumatized for weeks," Robin muttered to herself.

"You know, they say talking to yourself is a bad sign." someone snarked.

Robin's eyes fell down to the little girl with her hand hovering over the service bell. Her dark brown eyes were impatient.

"Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?" Robin asked her.

"Don't you know it's against your job description to ignore a customer? I've been hitting this bell for three minutes." the little girl shot back.

Robins lifted her brows high and tossed an unimpressed glance.

"What can I do for you, small child?" she asked dryly.

"I'd like a sample of the new fudge cookie crumble, please."

Robin rolled her eyes, "sure." she muttered, taking up her ice cream scooper from her belt.

"You can make it up to ____ by letting her get an ice cream on you. That should work. You can't burn this new shiny bridge before it even gets built. She knows Tammy, this might be your biggest chance ever. Don't blow it, Robin." Robin's thoughts wandered away as she brought the child her ice cream.

"That took forever," she complained.

Robin's eyes narrowed, "I was spitting in your ice cream." she whispered.

"Ew!" The little girl scowled.

A boy who held a face similar to hers stopped next to her.

"Here, Lucas. Try this one," she said quickly, shoving the ice cream to him and leaving to a pack of girls her age.

The boy, Lucas, seemed confused but shrugged and started to eat it. "This flavor's excellent." he mused. "I'd like to order a double scoop of this."

Robin grinned at Lucas, "coming right up." she sang, proud at her small payback.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fic #robin buckley fluff #ToML #slice of life #it gets better it just started extremely slow because i am a sucker for mundane interactions

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willowswriting · 2 months

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Muse⇥ Louis Piquet, 21-28, He/Him, Bisexual, Underground Fighter/Dealer. Connection ⇥ Boyfriend Plot ⇥ Louis shows up at Tanner's door bruised and beaten. He claims they're from the fight he had tonight, which he never attended, but they're actually from some guys that he owes money to. Open To ⇥ @musicallyiinclined.

"Would you stop looking at me like that." Louis spoke as he held the towel wrapped ice pack that the hockey player had given him upon his arrival against the left side of his face "I already told you that I'm fine." he sighed. The sad part about the whole situation was that the fighter was fine. Any normal person might be a little shaken up after getting jumped in an empty parking lot but it was simply another day for him. He knew that it was long over due. He wasn't an idiot he knew how the way that the life he lived worked. He was constantly pushing boundaries and towing the line, admittedly he had always enjoyed the rush of it.

#◟now the book keeps moving forward and i'm always stuck one page behind | ↳ starter / closed◝#◟misery loves company | ↳ louis piquet / interactions◝#◟there's a sickness living inside of me you can spare me all your sympathy | ↳ louis piquet ft. tanner haywood 001◝#◟darling i'm noticing your flaws and they're exactly what i want | ↳ louis piquet & tanner haywood◝#◟you bled your soul into things you can't control | ↳ louis piquet / mundane verse◝#◟willow speaks | ↳ ooc / because you can't have lou without a little spice◝

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ivymarquis · 4 months

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I was very brave and went to the dentist so I deserve a lil treat 🥺

#my favorite bit is pretending I need to be coddled over very mundane adult interactions lmfao #the treat is to be determined #but probably will be food related

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