#koala-tea cakes

[rennisaturate]

just got home !! today was nice ☺️ all settled rn and got some coffee so i’m trying to take a crack at replies before i pass out ✨

#[ we did my mom's favorite thing... went shopping lmao ] #[ had some cake and wine at her place and ordered her favorite pizza it was very chill ] #[ no koalas no tea || ooc ]

[cyborg-franky]

This is for @ciceneve I couldn't use your ask because it had unsourced fanart but I do appreciate the thought <3 I loved it.

They asked: Can I ask some head canons on what Sabo and Law would do for gn s/o’s birthday???

[Happy Birthday]

Law

You’ll think he forgot because he doesn’t seem the type to celebrate something as frivolous as birthdays.

So you don’t expect anything and just carry on your day.

Shachi is the one that comes to find you and drags you down the halls.

You are confused and mildly annoyed at his eagerness and how you miss a few steps trying to keep up with his ass.

The Polar Tang had surfaced earlier that day and you guessed that was where he was taking you, to the deck.

Maybe he’d lost a bet with Penguin again or he wanted to show you what marine life decided to catch a ride on the deck when the ship had surfaced.

He swung open the door and your mildly annoyed look was wiped from your face as you blinked and saw everyone surrounding a table.

Food, drinks and a cake.

You stared and stared and stared in disbelief.

“I didn’t think you celebrated birthdays..” You said as Law appeared from the rest of the crew who’d been screaming Happy Birthday at you.

“Just goes to show I’m full of surprises.” He says with a smirk on his lips as he reaches out his hand to take yours, pulling you against him as some of the others descend on the cake.

SABO UNDERCUT

Sabo

There is a 50/50 chance if Sabo remembered your birthday, you know he has issues with memory for dates sometimes and you never judge him because even if he doesn’t remember Koala will tell him.

He doesn’t make a big deal of it, everyone will wish you happy birthday in passing and maybe have a few gifts here and there for you.

Everyone was very busy, things never really settled for them and the base you were stationed at.

But Sabo would have a gift for you, something very personal, he might be bad at remembering dates but he would remember the little things you say to him if you liked something or were hoping to get something for yourself.

He’s thoughtful when he’s not scrambled or rushed.

You both will have a little party for you in your bed chambers, maybe he managed to get someone to make a small cake.

You have tea and cake and just enjoy one another's company.

It wasn’t big but it was sweet and personal.

Sabo did his best and that’s all you could ask for, all you wanted.

#one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #sfw #gender neutral reader #sabo x reader #sabo one piece x reader #sabo x reader insert #sabo x y/n #sabo x you #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #sabo the revolutionary #trafalgar law x you #law x you #law x reader #law x y/n

[ink-selfship-shenanigans]

One of my favorite Ink headcanons is that he loves food- He doesn't need to eat, but he loves trying new things, and he just marvels at how much heart and soul people put into making food!

They could've just prioritized whatever's the most efficient, but no! They create recipes and have big family cookbooks and there are all sorts of little shops for different kinds of food! It's all so fascinating to him!!

Ink absolutely adores the little things that make people, and the world they live in, feel alive. And he wants to be part of that!! I imagine he likes grilled cheese, squid ink noodles, boba tea, and funfetti cake! And a friend and I joke that he loves the Unicorn Frappe, since his lack of a soul means he can stand all of the sugar lol

He's not the best in the kitchen, since he's so forgetful and spontaneous and gets easily distracted, but he certainly tries! At least he can cut onions without tearing up, so he'll be more than happy to do that for you ouo

If you're cooking or baking something, he will follow you around the kitchen like he's glued to you- Maybe he'll compliment you on how good the food smells, or cling to you like a koala and refuse to let go until you give him attention, or sneak a taste of batter while you're not looking >:D

I like to imagine Ink turning on some music and dancing with us in the kitchen, and saying there's batter or smth on your face just as an excuse to kiss you on the cheek- Silly shenanigans all around!

On that note, what if Doll Ink can't eat but he likes having tiny toy food to pretend yall are eating together :D

YES!!!!!!!

Ink is definitely very curious about new sensations

And yeah!!!! He would be fascinated by the concept of cooking and complex recipes and such

Plus it counts as a form of art I guess!!!!

#submitted by a person #ink sans #ink sans x reader #utmv #undertale au #headcanons

[polaroidcats]

Plan us a Shrek movie night. Where are we watching it, what are we wearing, what are the snacks, is there other animals (real or soft toy ones) present, how many times you will pause the film to discuss important theme and motifs??

BAT! 😍 This is the most romantic thing you've ever said to me, I thought you'd never ask!!! 💚💚💚

Okay so we're watching it in my living room, I'd borrow my neighbor's projector so we can project the film to the wall and don't have to watch it on a small screen. I'd dim the lights and make sure the couch is very cosy and comfy, Apollo is there with us and maybe some other stuffed animals, maybe I'd get you a stuffed donkey (from Shrek) plushie as a little gift! I think my elephant and koala would probably also love to watch with us, as well as any real or toy animals you'd want to bring with you!!

I would have a wide assortment of vegan sweet & salty snacks on the table. I do own monster-themed cake pop molds, so maybe I'd make some of those and cover them with green icing, get your fave vegan Lindt chocolate, maybe try to have a green theme going on with the snacks because I think that would be cute!

I don't think we should wear green though, I like to have a theme going on but we don't have to go overboard with it, I think we should just wear like whatever cosy loungewear we want to wear, this is not about looking a certain way, this is about creating the perfect atmosphere to appreciate the cinematic masterpiece that is Shrek!!! I will however make sure I wear one of my *good* at-home T-shirts with only a minimal amount of holes, just for you!! <3 This is after all my attempt to get you to change your mind in regards to our divorce.. Might wear my blanket-hoodie on top of it, just to complete the cosy-chic look. And you can wear whatever you want to wear!! I was thinking maybe your seal hoodie or sth like that, but whatever you want!! I would be very tempted to get us matching I <3 Shrek T-shirts but I think I would keep those hidden until after the movie, when you've become a fan, and then I'd surprise you with it and you'd be so, so happy to wear it then! But I wouldn't want to overwhelm you with it before the film even starts..

If it's your first time watching Shrek I wouldn't pause the film at all, so you can enjoy it in all its glory. I'd be okay if you wanted to pause it though to discuss important themes etc., and I would pause the film for snack/tea breaks or bathroom breaks to make sure you don't miss any second of it!! But I think for your first time watching it, I'd let the film speak for itself, and then the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, etc. times are for discussing themes and motifs and overanalyzing and repeating certain scenes etc.! I can totally see you/us liveblogging the entire experience on tumblr though, and I think that's a special kind of love language!! <3

And if you find the film too boring we can always make out instead, I'm sure Reggie wouldn't mind.

#bat tag #shrek #i love that u sent me this ask hahahahaa <33 #ask

[hoperays-song]

Do the moon theatre gang like sour things? Sour candy and stuff 👍👍

Thanks for the ask, I hope you enjoy! - <3 Gooseless

Ps. I decided to add their favourite candy as well lol (human au version as some are shaped like animals).

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Johnny: He likes a few select sour candies, but is pretty picky about it. His favourite candy is Pulse Mango Candy.

Ryan: Ryan doesn't eat many sweets or candy, but still does not really like sour candy. His favourite candy is Black Currant Sochews Bars.

Nooshy: She is extremely addicted to sour candy. Like they love it to the point that she tries all those weird sour candy and energy drink things. Their favourite candy is Airheads Xtreme Sour Belts.

Ash: Ash moderately likes sour candy. It's not her favourite but she does prefer it to really sweet things. Her favourite is Vero Mango Paleta con Chile.

Meena: She does not like sour candy in the slightest, much preferring sweets. Her favourite candy/sweet are Happy Tea Cakes.

Porsha: She really likes all kinds of sweets, but especially sour candy. Her favourite candy are Sour Skittles.

Buster: Buster also enjoys all candies but does prefer sweet ones over sour. His favourite candy is Caramello Koala.

Eddie: He will eat any and all kinds of junk food so he definitely likes sour candy. His favourite candy is Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

Nana: This woman has never tried sour candy in her life, let's be honest here. Her favourite candy is Hershey's Special Dark with Almonds.

Rosita: Rosita does not like sour candy at all but will try it when the kids offer it. Her favourite candy is De la Rosa Marzipan Chocolate.

Gunter: He likes sour candy enough, about as much as Buster. His favourite candy is Fazer Tutti Frutti Original Gummies.

Marcus: He is not particulary fond of most sour candy or sour things but does not hate them. His favourite candy/sweet is Blackcurrant Jaffa Cakes.

Barry: Barry hates sour candy and will not eat it. His favourite candy is Wispa Chocolate Bars.

Stan: He loves all kinds of candy but especially sour. He is also always willing to try those weird candy and energy drink combos. His favourite candy is Wham Bars.

Clay: He tolerates sour candy pretty decently, it's just not his favourite. His favourite candy is Cookies and Cream Hershey's.

Mrs. Crawly: She has tried sour candy once and hated it. Her favourite candy is Tropical Jolly Ranchers.

#sing #sing 2 #sing johnny #sing ryan #sing buster #sing marcus #sing ash #sing big daddy #sing nana noodleman #sing clay calloway #sing stan #sing barry #sing nooshy #sing eddie #sing meena #sing rosita #sing gunter #sing porsha #sing mrs crawly #i think that's everyone? #blackcurrant candy is amazing #and wispa bars were my favs growing up #meena's is halal btw #and buster's is kosher #and there is references to their base characters in these too lol. mainly headcanons but yeah #if you've never had vero mango lollipops you haven't lived

[aliceindaisychains999]

FIRST OF ALL- YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE GIFT💖

SECOND- perhaps your ‘a night in’ post, but featuring Ultimis?💖💖💖

YOU ARE AN EVEN GREATER GIFT FOR BEING SO SWEET! You can always count on me to be your cheerleader as well💖💖💖💖

A Night In With Ultimis

Edward Richtofen

*Compared to his younger self, he’s way more relaxed when it comes to work. He may meddle with schemes every now and then, but not until his sweet schmoopy falls asleep first. So in the meantime, he’ll probably be very curious to see what you’re up to and do anything in his power to get your attention. Grabby hands included.

*He did say he wanted to take up a new hobby that isn’t opening up a morgue (although I headcanon that in a modern au he’d either be an alchemist or mortician). Believe it or not, he often enjoys doing puzzles sometimes to keep his mind going. He would love to have you help him out with a written puzzle (he’s not keen on jigsaw but he’ll do one if it makes you happy). Edward also loves sweets so maybe you two could bake in the kitchen! I can see the two of you working together with him methodically planning out the measurements for a Swiss roll cake and you stealing the batter and getting scolded… until he gives up and joins in too

*When he isn’t being a horny bastard and banging around the house like a maniac, he’s demanding that you pay attention to him and loves to be a koala to your arm when you both lay down. It’s oddly adorable to see him gazing up to you with such happiness radiating from his smile. The voices eased up so much better with you around, but sometimes he needs to stick closer to you in hopes the nasty thoughts don’t come back. Other times, he will be the big spoon/sit up straight with confidence and have you lean on his shoulder. He’s very charming when the time calls for it. “Oh, darling. I could just stay here with you in my arms forever. You are my one und only.” And then you’re peppered with kisses all over your face.

Tank Dempsey

*Dempsey’s a hardcore gamer and you can’t deny that fact. So that means it’s gaming night again! Oorah! FPS shooters are obvious but he also loves stuff like Mario Kart too. It isn’t always multiplayer games though. If it’s a first player or story-based, you both take turns and enjoy the journey together.

*Depending on the night, he’ll either crack open a nice, cold beer with you or whip up some hot cocoa. He prefers coffee and isn’t a fan of tea at all. But it’s a bad idea to drink any before bed to begin with. Then you both think up of a list for what to do on the weekend. Places to go, seeing if any movies came out, etc. You guys are always up to some sort of adventure together.

*If you’re the cuddly type (like me), then you’ve gotten into Tank’s soft side. He does this little this where he rests his chin on the top of your head and hugs you tightly. You swear it almost sounds like he’s purring. If you’re not, then it’s literally the most shameless make-out session on the planet. But if one thing’s certain, you got him hooked to you. “Night, babe. Get some rest ‘cause we’ve got ass to kick tomorrow.”

Nikolai Belinski

*Nikolai used to go out to bars as late as closing time. There’s a good chance that sometimes it still happens unfortunately. But over time, he knew he had to shape up eventually. Nikolai decided to stay homebound to get out of trouble. He would never forgive himself if he let the fantasies of his 8 wives come true. So he may need vodka to prevent a headache like no other. But he at least makes sure to do it enough to where he won’t get super drunk.

*At the very least, he’s the same as his younger counterpart in that he will watch any movie or TV show with you. He shares the same taste of genres (action, comedies, dramas). But unlike Primis Nikolai, he actually likes crass humor comedies. Yes I’m referring to something like Borat or Jackass because neither are taken seriously. It’s not uncommon for him to fall asleep during a movie. The night usually ends with you curled up on his lap, both of you snoozing in an armchair.

*Russian teddy bear is his full-time job. He will always be the big spoon and he is a very tender lover. Despite his drinking habits, you can at least count on him remaining affectionate and concerned about your needs no matter what. “Is okay, Y/N. Nikolai will keep you save in his strong Soviet arms.”

Takeo Masaki

*Takeo is a grumpy old man who wants to enjoy his peace and quiet. He’s extremely introverted and the only person welcome in his presence is you. He enjoys a hot cup of tea with you. You both essentially have a evening tea party for two.

*He does a lot of healing work, however. Every evening is the chance to meditate. You both started it in silence to clear your thoughts. But through your suggestion, you added soothing ambience. It helps you guys stay grounded from the bustling stress of the outside world. Aside from meditation, you guys started a small scrapbook of the places you’ve traveled. You hope to preserve all of your memories to share with future generations of your family.

*Takeo quietly snuggles up to you but he will be easily flustered from all the affection you give him! He’s hiding under the covers and chuckles when you join him to kiss him again.

#tank dempsey #ultimis dempsey #cod zombies #edward richtofen #ultimis richtofen #ultimis nikolai #nikolai belinski #ultimis takeo #takeo masaki #writing

[lupgangs-fiat]

Hii :D well...tomorrow I have like a really important exam, and even tho I've been studying from months, I can't help feeling anxious and kinda scared, so could I request some headcanons of the gang+ Zeni and Fujiko calming reader. Thank you :3

Hey hey! I hope you do well on your exam! Sending you all my best vibes! You’ve got this in the bag! No need to be scared, if you’ve been prepping for months, it’ll be a piece of cake! Lmk how it goes for you (/opt!!) Good luck!!!!

This one is rather short as I wanted to get them to you before your exam! I hope you enjoy them!

Lupgang, Fujiko & Zeni - how they calm you down

Warnings: none, just soft :)

-LUPIN!

•he’s a cuddle bug. Sees you stressing? Picks you up, tosses you on the bed and cuddles you. He’s a koala, clings to you and keeps you close until you calm down <3

•would bring you small snacks or a blanket, loves to bring warm drinks to you

•I can see him stealing whatever you’re working on/what’s stressing you out and hiding it in order to make you take a break to calm down and get some rest. Probably would hold it over your head to try and steal a kiss too-

-GOEMON!

•100% would just pick you up and pull you away from whatever was stressing you out. Like a mama cat grabbing it’s kitten by the scruff of the neck, that’s how you’re pulled away, but much gentler

•tea time!! Makes a special blend of stress and anxiety relief to help you calm down! Would chat softly to bring in the good vibes while the two of you are having tea <3

•meditation! He makes sure you’re both in the perfect environment to have the perfect meditation

-JIGEN!

•long drives in the Fiat with smooth jazz and the windows down, just cruising

•offers to take you to the shooting range, “helps calm the nerves” he claims and sticks to it. On rare occasions, he’ll let you use his prized and beloved Magnum

•couch naps! Usually sacred for him, but for you, he’ll make an acceptation. Would place his hat over your eyes to help you rest while tracing shapes on your skin <3

-ZENI!

•makes ramen for you :) and then!! Has a little ramen break with you!! Yo make sure you’re resting and actually eating!

•BEAR HUGS! He would pick you up and Just Hold You <3

•would offer to walk around the city with you to distract you from your anxiety, lets you talk it out/ramble to get everything off your chest

-FUJIKO!

•lit rally she has a whole self-care day planned out for you. Prepare for face masks, a bubble bath, those cucumber slices on your eyes and all the works, it’s Fujiko Spa Day and you’re her victim <3

•will do your nails and tell you about a heist she went on or the latest gossip of anyone and everyone

•motorcycle rides through the cities or the country, no matter where you are on the earth, she’ll find the Perfect Place to have a long drive with you

#goemon ishikawa xiii #jigen daisuke #lupin the third #fujiko mine #jigen x reader #request #x reader #goemon ishikawa x reader #headcanon #koichi zenigata #Koichi zenigata x reader #fujiko x reader #lupin iii x reader

[headcanonsandmore]

'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Chapter Five

Summary: Nyssa wakes up with a bad hangover and some confusing gaps in her memories of the previous evening. However, she had just enough memories to feel utterly mortified around a certain Australian. However, before Nyssa's full memories click into place, she'll have to content with a a lovely evening bicycle road along the coast with Tegan Jovanka. Who knows; maybe honesty really is the best policy for these two dorks?

~~~~~~~~~ (Warning; things may just get a little saucy towards the end of this chapter so -if that's not your cup of tea- I'd recommend skim-reading the last couple thousand words)

~~~~~~~~~ Read on AO3.

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The first thought Nyssa had was that surely her alarm wasn’t that loud.

The second thought was that her brain smelled badly of wine.

The third thought was that she had to be at work today.

Groaning, Nyssa opened her eyes a fraction. The light streaming in through gaps in the curtains made her head hurt. Good grief, how much wine had she drunk?

She awkwardly propped herself up in bed on her arm, and reached over to turn her alarm off. Was… was that a glass of water and two paracetamol tablets?

Had Mel put them out for her? Strange; Nyssa didn’t remember giving the redhead a call to help Nyssa walk home.

Nyssa took the tablets with a mouthful of water, and climbed out of bed. She headed to the kitchen, and refilled the glass with fresh water. Taking several large mouthfuls, she touched her forehead gingerly. It wasn’t a full hangover, mercifully, but she definitely had a headache. Her mouth still stunk of wine, and there was an unpleasant aftertaste; she presumably hadn’t brushed her teeth after she had gotten home.

How had she gotten home? The last thing she could remember was ordering a second bottle…

Nyssa made herself a bowl of granola. She decided not to have a hot drink, and instead stuck to the water; she needed the hydration.

‘Morning!’

Nyssa winced as Mel swanned into the kitchen, already wearing her uniform.

‘Yowch,’ the redhead said, as she leant against the counter. ‘You look rough; how much did you drink?’

‘Couple of bottles,’ Nyssa mumbled, taking another sip of water. ‘I don’t know what I was thinking…’

‘Probably something to do with a certain Australian,’ Mel said, with a giggle. ‘I take it Tegan got you home safe last night?’

W-what?

Nyssa goggled at the redhead, her brain frantically trying to assemble the scrambled pieces of her memories from the previous night. She had been in the pub… and she’d steadily drunk her way through two bottles of red wine… and then she’d started singing… and then…

Tegan Jovanka had arrived to pick her up.

Nyssa let out a squeal, eyes widening in dawning horror. No, no, no…

‘Nyssa?’ Mel said, raising an eyebrow. ‘Everything okay?’

Nyssa put her hands over her mouth, and shook her head slowly. This was bad, this was bad, this was baaaadddd…

‘Did…’ Mel asked, gently. She placed a calming hand on Nyssa’s arm. ‘Did something happen?’

Nyssa stared ahead, hands still covering her mouth.

And this is crazy… but here’s my number… so call me maybe…

Nyssa let out a strangled cry. Mel stared at her in bafflement, looking rather concerned for her friends’ sanity. Maybe she was right. Nyssa was barely think clearly.

This was the end. Tegan Jovanka had seen her tipsily singing and dancing. The world might as well blow up. 

‘I…’ Nyssa said, very quietly. ‘…am never drinking wine again.’

*

After getting through her morning appointments without too much difficulty (her headache had almost completely gone), Nyssa finally sat down in the small breakroom at the surgery. She bit into her sandwich. The bread was a little stale but still soft.

Soft like a… koala!...

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Nyssa dropped her sandwich, and put her face in her hands. What other drunken nonsense had she said to Tegan? She honestly didn’t think she could physically feel any more mortified.

Groaning, she picked up and finished her sandwich. She then made herself a cup of coffee, and sat down again, sipping the drink absentmindedly.

Just to summarise, she’d gotten incredibly drunk on wine, hugged Tegan several times, had potentially let her hands wander during those hugs, drunkenly danced and sang, ruffled Tegan’s hair, and… wait, how had Tegan gotten her home safe?

Are… you’re gonna take me to bed, Tegan?...

Nyssa almost dropped her mug.

W-what? No, surely she hadn’t said that?

Her brain replayed the scene. Because apparently it hated her. Probably due to the cracking headache she had woken up with.

Nyssa let out a long, deep groan.

Of course, Tegan hadn’t paid attention to Nyssa’s drunken question, clearly knowing fully well that Nyssa wasn’t in her right mind. Instead, the Australian had been the perfect gentlewoman and simply helped Nyssa up the side-street to her home.

Given that Nyssa couldn’t really remember much after that (aside from some blurry half-conscious and excruciatingly embarrassing professions of deep affection on her part for Tegan), she had presumably half-dozed off just after getting inside the house, and Tegan had gently tucked her into bed and left some water and paracetamol for her to take when she woke up.

Nyssa felt her heart well. Tegan was such a lovely person. She just hoped Tegan wouldn’t think too much of what Nyssa had done whilst under the influence.

*

‘Where Tegan works on a Tuesday?’ Mel repeated, casting a knowing look at Nyssa. The two of them were chatting in the practice’s reception, having just seen the last client of the day. ‘I think Barbara mentioned that she normally looks after the town garage; auto repair, paint jobs, that sort of thing.’

Nyssa rolled her eyes at the redhead.

‘I just want to thank her for getting me home safe.’

‘Of course,’ Mel giggled. ‘I mean, it’s not like you sending her a quick text would also do that…’

‘Tegan’s my friend!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘She deserves an in-person thank-you. And… and an apology as well, given how I acted.’

Mel laughed, cheeks dimpling.

‘I’m sure Tegan wasn’t complaining.’

‘You would be sure of that.’

‘Because -unlike you, Nyssa- I can tell when someone clearly has the hots for me.’

‘Is that why you haven’t kissed Ace yet?’

‘I’m savouring the anticipation,’ Mel shot back, with a grin. ‘Besides, she bopped my nose with hers; that basically counts as a kiss. Meanwhile, you’re still dithering about whether Tegan might possibly find you attractive.’

‘I- I know Tegan finds me… but it’s not… not like-’

‘Well, then; what are you waiting for?’ Mel said, smiling encouragingly. ‘You like her, you know that she clearly likes you; girl meets girl and all that. Come on, Nyssa; you’re amazing, you deserve to some happiness with the woman you fancy.’

Nyssa sighed.

‘It’s no good hoping for that if I grossed out Tegan last night.’

‘Did your hands go a-wandering?’ Mel said, with a fond roll of her eyes. ‘Nyssa, just because you did that once under the influence during that night out with Polly-’

‘We agreed to never speak of that again!’ Nyssa said, face turning crimson. ‘That was in first year; I still thought I was straight!’

‘-doesn’t mean that Tegan would necessarily hate that,’ Mel said, ignoring Nyssa’s outburst. ‘Polly was very flattered to have helped you out of the closet, if I remember correctly.’

Nyssa glowered at her, but Mel only responded with a giggle.

‘Go and find your girl, Nyssa; the garage is near the top of town. But… maybe change out of your scrubs first, ‘kay?’

*

About an hour later (after changing into three different outfits before settling on a blouse and shorts), Nyssa arrived at the garage and headed inside.

It was a fairly typical garage, filled with large moveable toolboxes on wheels, and various cars in differing states of disassembly. The only thing that wasn’t typical was the person stood next to an old Toyota.

Tegan was wearing a set of oil-spattered dark blue overalls, with the top part tied around her waist by the sleeves, revealing a white sports bra, that contrasted nicely with her already-bronzing skin (thanks to the sun of the early summer). A pair of welding goggles was on her head, pushing her hair backwards. Her bare arms, shoulders, neck, face and stomach were also spattered in oil, as well as a significant amount of sweat. Nyssa found herself unable to tear her eyes away. Was… was this how Tegan dressed when working at the garage?

The Australian’s eyes were shut and Nyssa could see that a radio was propped up on the top of the wheely tool-kit on the ground beside her.

She could also hear that Tegan was singing along.

‘I've been denying how I feel, you've been denying what you want… you want from me, talk to me, baby…’

Tegan punctuated each line with a gesture, singing loudly. She was clearly unaware that Nyssa had entered the garage.  

As the chorus began, Tegan suddenly spun on her heels, turning a perfect pirouette before darting sideways like a ballet dancer.

‘I wanna play where you play with the angels… I wanna wake up with you all in tangles… oh,’ -Tegan wrapped her eyes around her middle and twirled around again- ‘ I wanna cut to the feeling… oh, yeah…I wanna cut to the feeling… oh, yeah-’

At this moment, Tegan opened her eyes. Immediately, Nyssa found herself reflected in those beautiful brown orbs, and the Australian froze where she stood, the song continuing on the radio.

‘N-Nyssa, hi!’ she said, quickly. She darted over to the radio and turned the volume down. Was… was Tegan blushing? ‘How… how are you? Sorry, you caught me in the middle of- well, you obviously saw me singing but…’

Nyssa giggled.

‘Carly Rae Jepson, right?’

‘Y-yeah,’ Tegan said, quickly. ‘I know I’m not the best singer but I thought… y’know, no-one would be here so... sorry, that sounds rude… I-I mean…’

Nyssa giggled again.

‘I loved your performance,’ she said, smiling. ‘You didn’t tell me you had a dancing background.’

‘I… may have qualified as a ballerina at one point,’ Tegan said. ‘You never really forget how to do the steps.’

Tegan rubbed the back of her neck, clearly very embarrassed. Nyssa found herself unable to look away as the Australians arm and shoulder muscles bulged and flexed under the oil and dirt marks. Nyssa had been aware of this before but… wow, Tegan really was in excellent shape, wasn’t she? The tanned skin only accentuated it. Good grief… Nyssa ought to drop by this garage more often-

No- Nyssa thought, stopping that suggestion in its tracks- you are not to bother Tegan whilst she’s working. Certainly not. Tegan was busy as it was, and it wasn’t Nyssa’s place to drop by constantly. This situation was a one-off; Tegan had a job to do, after all. Nyssa would make sure not to bother her.

No matter how hot she looked in a sports bra.

‘I… I just wanted to say thank you for getting me home safe last night,’ Nyssa said, before she completely forgot the reason for her visit. ‘I really appreciate it.’

‘No worries,’ Tegan replied, with a quick grin. ‘Happy to help!’

‘I… I know I was rather… difficult to handle,’ Nyssa said. ‘So my apologies for how I acted.’

‘How you… acted?’

‘I mean, the dancing, the singing, the… stroking your hair,’ Nyssa stammered, feeling her face burn. ‘And, well, when I hugged you, I think I may have gotten a little-’

‘Oh, that!’ Tegan said, with a bark of laughter. ‘Nah, it’s all fine. Believe it or not, that’s not the first time I’ve had a tiddly woman unintentionally touch me up during a hug.’

‘I really am sorry,’ Nyssa said, face now bright red. ‘It wasn’t appropriate. Especially since you were so lovely about getting me home safe. I’m sorry I implied that you were trying to… to…’

‘No worries!’ Tegan repeated, a tad quicker this time. ‘You were drunk, after all; you… you weren’t in your right mind.’

There was a very awkward pause.

‘Tegan, did I… do something else to you after you got me to my place?’ Nyssa said, slowly. Then a horrible thought occurred to her. ‘Oh, no; did I throw up on you? I don’t drink much normally, so I really am sorry-’

‘No, you didn’t, it’s all fine,’ Tegan said, just as quickly. ‘You were good as gold; well, you did forget to do your nightie up but that was easily sorted-’

‘I what?’ Nyssa said, raising her hands to her mouth in horror. ‘Oh my lord! Tegan; how much did you-nevermind! I’m… I’m so sorry! That wasn’t right at all! I shouldn’t have put you in that position!’

Tegan waved a hand airily.

‘It’s not like I haven’t seen you half-dressed before, so no issues,’ she said. ‘Don’t stress over it. You weren’t kidding about being a bit of a dark horse, huh-’

‘Tegan!’

But, as Tegan gave another bark of laughter, Nyssa found herself unable to stop herself giggling. Things had turned out alright; Tegan hadn’t been upset or offended by anything Nyssa had done whilst drunk, so Nyssa’s own mortification didn’t have the same sting anymore. While the previous night’s events were obviously still embarrassing, at least she knew that Tegan didn’t think any less of her because of it.

And -dare she think it?- Nyssa actually didn’t mind the idea of Tegan seeing her being less put-together. It was almost… comforting.

Good grief, she really was hopeless, wasn’t she?

‘I think,’ Nyssa said, slowly. ‘that we need to go somewhere private, to discuss these… rumours. I can’t imagine it’s escaped the notice of people that you helped me walk home last night; I wasn’t exactly quiet when we were walking up the high-street.’

‘Fair point,’ Tegan agreed, nodding. ‘But Tregonnereth is a small town; going to the café would probably just cause more rumours.’

‘Same for both of our houses. Maybe… maybe somewhere in the next town along the coast?’

‘Perfect!’ Tegan said. ‘We can go along the cycle path; I’ve been meaning to go there on my bicycle for a while.’

‘I- bicycle?’ Nyssa squeaked. ‘But, my bike is still in pieces from the move. We can use my car-’

‘Where’s the fun in that?’ Tegan said. ‘You can sit on my bike’s pannier rack; c’mon, it’ll be fun!’

Nyssa stared into those cheerful brown eyes. She was about to point out that the sight of her sat on the back of Tegan’s bike was not only far less private than driving but would also surely add yet more evidence to the rumours now widely circulating Tregonnereth, but somehow found herself unable to express this.

Eventually, she gave in to the inevitable and gave a nod.

‘Great!’ Tegan exclaimed. ‘I’m all finished up here, so just grab your helmet and meet me in the harbour in -say- an hour. I need to get showered.’

Nyssa nodded, now trying desperately to avoid the mental image of Tegan showering. She was definitely hopeless, wasn’t she.

*

Tegan Jovanka stood in front of the mirror.

A bike ride along the coast, with Nyssa Traken hanging on behind her. How the hell had this happened?

Well, Tegan knew how, but she hadn’t realised until after she’d suggested it that not only would it require Nyssa to get all up-close-and-personal but that, far from dissuading the rumours currently flying around Tregonnereth, it would likely enflame them further.

Tegan rubbed her hair furiously with her towel, and hurried out of the bathroom.

It took her over fifteen minutes to decide on what to wear. Normally, she’d just throw on anything, but this was… special. This was a bike ride with Nyssa. It was… well, it wasn’t a date but…

Tegan eventually settled on a short sleeved Oxford shirt and a pair of old (but otherwise tidy) cargo shorts. She did up her summer trainers, and quickly tucked a pair of sunglasses into the shirt. She had briefly considered putting on some make-up, but decided that she would probably just sweat it off in the heat anyway, so there was no point. Instead, she settled for some lip-balm (her favourite; strawberry flavour).

She’d spent a while desperately trying to decide how to style her hair, before remembering that she’d be wearing a helmet the entire time and that -no matter what she did- her hair would end up squashed regardless.

Grabbing her helmet, Tegan stepped into the storeroom she used as a “garage” of sorts. She wheeled her bike out of the house, and locked the door. She then double-checked that she had her bike lock, clicked her helmet on, and headed down towards the harbour.

The sun was beginning its descent towards the horizon, but Tegan was glad of her sunglasses. Nyssa wasn’t at the harbour yet -Tegan had arrived a few minutes early- so the Australian sat down on a bench, resting her bike against the wall itself nearby.

This was fine. This was going to be a nice evening out with a friend. A really lovely, awesome, beautiful and kind friend who just happened to be Tegan’s-

‘Nice bike.’

Tegan startled.

Nyssa had arrived, walking across the harbour. She was wearing a white summer blouse and a pair of denim shorts, with a pair of trainers. A helmet hung from her hand. Her hair was loose, and her eyes were inquisitive as she surveyed Tegan’s bicycle.

‘T-thanks,’ Tegan replied, cursing herself for her own awkwardness as she stood up. She had to pull herself together! ‘I’ve had this old girl a long while; she’s never let me down.’

‘Why is she painted blue?’

Tegan shrugged.

‘She was like that when I bought her. She had a service last week, so all good to go. All set?’

Nyssa nodded, her soft, pink lips breaking into a wide smile.

Tegan’s face flushed red, and she looked away.

No, she told herself, sternly, you are not thinking about that. Nyssa had been drunk, after all; she had clearly not realised what she was doing. Wine affected different people in different ways; to Nyssa, it clearly just made her very physically tactile. The kiss was obviously just an extension of that.

Tegan climbed onto the saddle, and arranged the pedals so that they could speed off quickly. She then gestured to Nyssa, and the curly-haired woman nodded, doing her helmet up.

Nyssa sat down sideways on the pannier rack, her legs dangling off the side.

‘Off we go!’ Tegan said, pushing down on one pedal.

The bike moved forward.

There was a bump. Tegan startled, as Nyssa’s arms were suddenly crossed around her waist.

‘Sorry!’ Nyssa exclaimed, sounding a little out-of-breath. ‘My balance isn’t the best!’

‘N-no worries,’ Tegan said, keeping her head firmly pointing ahead and ignoring the rush in her pulse as Nyssa clung to her. Those hands were barely an inch away from… oh, dear… ‘You okay?’

‘Yes, thank you.’

Making their way out of the harbour, they followed the road until it reached the nearby coastal trail. It ran parallel to the sea, with trees on either side to provide shade. Not that Tegan could properly concentrate on it, given the fact that Nyssa smelled really nice and was really flippin’ close to her.

As they made their way along the coastal path, Tegan could see someone in the distance. Please don’t be a local… please don’t be a-

It was Jo Grant, walking her dog. Of course.

‘Evening, Jo,’  Tegan said quickly, as they sped past. ‘Lovely weather, eh…’

*

~Guess who I just saw perched on the back of Tegan’s bike going along the coast trail!

~Jo, not this again…

~Benton, shush. Jo, who?

~Nyssa! With her arms around Tegan’s waist!

~Oh, that’s wonderful! So romantic!

~I TOLD you it wasn’t just a one-night thing, Liz! Those two are in lurrve!

~Or, just maybe, Nyssa’s car is broken and Tegan’s helping her pick up some spare parts from the next town. It’s not like Tregonnereth’s garage has a lot of stuff. Or, possibly, Tegan suggested they go for a bike ride to enjoy the evening.

~Benton, why are you like this?

~This chat is for neighbourhood bulletins, Jo; not gossip. Unlike some of you, I’m not obsessed with Tegan and Nyssa’s private business.

~Actually, he does have a point.

~Liz! Not you too!

~Look, regardless of whether they are friends or otherwise, maybe we should all give them some space? Nyssa is still settling in; we should be more respectful of her privacy.

~Exactly; thank you, Liz.

~You two are no fun :(

~Jo Grant, I seem to recall you regarding me as a lot of fun back when you were realising you weren’t straight.

~LIZ!

~I love being aroace; this is blimming hilarious, Liz.

~Thanks, Benton.

~NOT FUNNY, YOU TWO!

*

St Nanswithien was a bit larger than Tregonnereth, with several beachside cafes and restaurants. However, as the summer holidays hadn’t started yet, the place was still largely populated by locals and the occasional elderly couple from up-country.

Tegan slowed to a stop at the end of the trail. After locking the bike up at one of the stands provided, the two women headed into town, their helmets hanging loosely from their hands. It was shaping up to be a gorgeous evening on the Cornish coast, and Tegan couldn’t think of anyone else she would rather spend it with.

Especially when Nyssa came smiling at her like that.

Bollocks.

It really wasn’t fair.

They chose one of the restaurants, and sat down at one of the tables set up next to the sea front. There was a gentle summer breeze rolling in, which ruffled the curls of Nyssa’s long hair wonderfully.

‘So…’ Tegan said, after they had ordered. ‘Er… I didn’t know you liked Carly Rae Jepson.’

As soon as the words left her found, she knew it was a stupid thing to say. Nyssa didn’t want to be reminded of what she’d sung whilst drunk!

‘I could say the same about you,’ Nyssa said, smiling softly. Dimples appeared in her cheeks. She didn’t remotely annoyed by Tegan’s pig-headed question. ‘Also I seem to recall you mentioning that you did ballet?’

‘Fair point,’ Tegan replied. ‘Er… bit of a long story, to be honest.’

‘Tegan, you’re qualified for basically everything under the sun. I’d pretty sure you could land a commercial jetliner if need-be.’

Tegan burst out laughing, and Nyssa grinned again.

 ‘I… I did ballet lessons when I was at school,’ Tegan explained. ‘Got fairly good at it, to be honest. And… well, when I travelling around the UK, I used to get gigs to perform at random theatres as a last-minute cast change. I never made enough money to make it a career, but it kept the wolf from the door.’

‘Your life is just so fascinating,’ Nyssa said, grey-green eyes widening in delight. ‘Has anyone ever told you that?’

‘Er…’ Tegan stammered, feeling a little hot under the collar. She wished Nyssa would stop staring at her like that, but also wished that Nyssa would stare at her like that forever. ‘N-not the way you did.’

The two women shared a smile, and Tegan was once again reminded of how much she enjoyed being around Nyssa Traken. It seemed a lifetime ago that she’d dumped the Londoner’s shoes in front of her in the sand of Tregonnereth beach. It now felt like Nyssa had always been there, like a place had been reserved for her the entire time in the small Cornish town that Tegan called home.

Tegan smiled softly, and Nyssa’s cheeks dimpled again as she returned it. God, she looked lovely in the gentle sunshine, with the sea breeze blowing through her hair. Her kind smile lit up the world around her, and her sweet grey-green eyes were warm and comforting.

Was it any wonder that Tegan had fallen for her?

*

‘Alright, Mel?’

Ace was standing on the doorstep, smiling cheerfully. Mel had heard the knock on the door, after having just finished doing the dishes from her evening meal.

‘Hello, Ace,’ she said, smiling. ‘You alright?’

‘Good, thanks; just thought I’d pop round to see you.’

‘Oh, you’re so sweet,’ Mel replied, with a giggle. ‘Would you like to come in?’

‘I’d love to, but I have to run some errands for Barbara this evening. Nyssa out somewhere?’

Mel chuckled.

‘Given that she stormed in, spent ages fussing over her clothes before storming out again with her bike helmet under her arm, I’m guessing Tegan invited her for a bike ride somewhere.’

Ace chuckled.

‘Yeah, that sounds about right. Er… Mel?’

‘Yes?’

‘How… how does your hair look that good?’

Mel felt her cheeks burn. Caught off-guard by the sudden compliment, she opened and closed her mouth several times.

‘Er, w-well,’ she stammered. ‘I-I suppose it’s just genetic.’

Ace smiled.

‘I wish my hair was like yours.’

‘Why?’

‘Dunno. Hang on, let me show you…’

Ace removed her hairband. A mane of long light-brown hair descended over her shoulders.

Mel’s mouth fell open.

‘What?’ Ace said, sounding a little nervous. ‘It is weird?’

‘N-no!’ Mel exclaimed. ‘No; i-it looks… lovely! Beautiful!’

Ace turned to look at her.

‘Beautiful?’

Mel nodded, feeling very breathless.

‘People normally just call me cute,’ Ace said. ‘Like I’m a kid still.’

‘Well, I think you’re beautiful, Ace; definitely not a kid,’ Mel said. ‘Although you can be called cute as an adult too.’

Before she could overthink it, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Ace’s cheek briefly.

‘I’ll… see you around, then?’

‘Yeah…’ Ace said, her eyes sparkling. ‘Definitely.’

Mel gave a final shy smile, before she closed the door, biting down on her lower lip to prevent herself from grinning too hard.

Ace slowly turned and walked back along the side-street. As she ambled along, she reached up and touched her cheek where Mel’s lips had just been.

‘Wicked…’ she said, softly, to herself.

*

Tegan and Nyssa had discussed the rumours flying around the town, but that had barely taken them a few minutes. Instead, Nyssa spent most of the evening enthralled as Tegan basically gave an entire account of her life travelling around the UK. She’d worked as everything from a stage-hand at a theatre, to a catalogue model for active wear, to a Blackpool Rock vendor on the famous seafront, to one very unusual month working as a costumier’s assistant in the West End.

‘I had to get used to seeing women in various states of undress,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘I mean, if I wasn’t gay before that…’

Nyssa laughed, unable to keep the smile off her face. The two of them had finished their plates of fish-and-chips long ago, but they had been unable to stop talking.

‘When did you realise you were a lesbian, then?’ Nyssa asked. ‘I take it you had figured it out by the time you started living in the UK?’

‘Yeah, probably when I was about 8,’ Tegan said, taking a quick sip of her water. ‘Not to be a stereotype, but I think Kylie Minogue had something to do with it.’

Nyssa chuckled.

‘Why does this not surprise me? I imagine her as a mechanic in “Neighbours” was a good deal of gender envy for you, wasn’t it.’

‘Am I really that predictable?’

‘I don’t know,’ Nyssa said, smirking. ‘Are you?’

‘Well, in this case, yeah,’ Tegan admitted, with a laugh. ‘Speaking of which, I hope I didn’t scare you earlier in the garage.’

‘Oh, yes; the image of an attractive woman in a sports bra and overalls dancing to a gay icon was absolutely terrifying,’ Nyssa chuckled. ‘However can I possibly forgive you?’

Tegan blushed prettily.

*

About an hour later, the two women were back on Tegan’s bicycle, travelling back along the coastal trail to Tregonnereth. The sun was sinking below the horizon, and a lovely twilight glow was beginning to appear under the trees. Nyssa had automatically put her arms around Tegan’s waist and, since the Australian hadn’t mentioned it, Nyssa decided to remain that way. She had known that Tegan was muscular, but her stomach was surprisingly soft under the cotton of her shirt. Nyssa resisted the urge to squeeze gently; that would be inappropriate, after all. She had no intention of potentially complicating things further, especially since Tegan hadn’t held her drunken actions against her. 

At one point, the trees opened up on the coast side, revealing a sandy beach. Tegan pulled over to the side, putting one foot on the ground to steady the bike.

‘Fancy a walk on the beach?’

‘Er… okay,’ Nyssa said, reluctantly removing her arms from around Tegan’s waist and climbing off the pannier rack.

Tegan grinned, and climbed off the bike. She then dangled their helmets on the handlebars, and hurried down onto the beach, before quickly kicking off her trainers. The wind -soft and warm- ruffled the locks of her shortly clipped hair and her shirt flapped around her.

Nyssa slipped off her own shoes, and followed Tegan onto the sand. The summer evening was pleasantly warm, and the grains under her toes were gentle to the touch.

With a laugh, Tegan waded into the shallows, splashing as she turned to face Nyssa.

‘Come on, Nys!’ she exclaimed, with a wide grin. ‘The water’s lovely!’

The water was not the loveliest thing in Nyssa’s field of vision, but she decided it wouldn’t be best to say that.

Smiling a little shyly, Nyssa waded into the shallows after the Australian, and Tegan approached, guiding her across the sinky sand. Nyssa’s hands were, all of a sudden, on Tegan’s upper arms as she steadied herself.

Tegan grinned, cheeks dimpling slightly. The wind continued to ruffle her short hair, and the splash from the water was already becoming visible on her shorts and shirt.

Nyssa smiled in return, still feeling a little flustered as she felt the muscles under Tegan’s shirt. Were her shoulders really that broad? Was her smile really that beautiful? Were her eyes really such a gorgeous shade of brown, within which Nyssa could see herself reflected?

Were Tegan’s lips really so puffy and soft-

Wait, how did Nyssa know how soft they were?

And, finally, the gap in Nyssa’s memory from the previous evening was finally filled in.

She’d kissed her.

She’d kissed Tegan Jovanka.

In the shallows of that beach, with no-one else around, Nyssa remembered that her lips had been pressed against the lips of the wonderful woman who was laughing happily in delight before her.

Oh, no.

*

‘Nightcap?’

‘Er…’ Nyssa said, hesitantly. The two of them had arrived back in Tregonnereth, and walked up the high-street, Tegan pushing the bike up due to the steepness of the hill. ‘I mean, after what happened last night…’

‘Non-alcoholic?’ Tegan elaborated. ‘I’ve got fruit squash, cola, lemonade; what do you want?’

Tegan. Nyssa wanted Tegan.

But Nyssa didn’t say that. How could she possibly say that?

‘A lemonade, please.’

A few minutes later, they were sat on Tegan’s sofa. The sun had finally set, and Tegan had turned on a few small lamps. The Australian poured two glasses of lemonade for them.

‘Cheers,’ she said, tapping her glass to Nyssa’s. ‘This was a lovely evening, wasn’t it.’

‘Agreed,’ Nyssa replied. ‘I… I don’t quite how to thank you.’

‘Oh, relax,’ Tegan said. ‘The pleasure was all mine; it’s lovely to get to show someone else the places you love. And we did complete our mission of discussing those rumours.’

Whilst probably contributing more to those rumours, Nyssa thought. A bicycle ride along the coast, with Nyssa’s arms around Tegan’s waist? How on earth could that possibly be seen as platonic?

Nyssa took a sip of her lemonade. Oh, it was all so complicated!

‘By the way,’ Tegan asked. ‘I didn’t get a chance to ask herself; how did you realise you weren’t straight? If that’s okay to ask, of course?’

‘It is okay to ask,’ Nyssa replied. ‘I… well, I suppose I began to notice that women were pretty when I was very young, but I thought everyone was joking about the sexual attraction thing for years.’

Tegan looked a little confused.  

‘You… you don’t experience that?’

‘It’s… complicated,’ Nyssa said, quickly taking a sip from her drink and leaning back against the sofa. ‘Like a lot of bi aces, I am just… perpetually confused by my own sexuality.’

‘Oh, I thought you were…’

‘I’m biromantic and asexual,’ Nyssa explained. ‘But I find queer suits me fine as well. I’m sex-favourable, you see.’

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, slowly. ‘That’s… good to know.’

Nyssa giggled, putting her glass down on the table.

‘Good to know? Why on earth would that be good to know?’

‘I… I don’t understand.’

Tegan genuinely looked baffled. Nyssa took a deep breath and began to explain.

‘A lot of people assume aces are all repulsed by sex,’ she said. ‘But we aren’t; like with everyone else, it’s very much unique for each ace person. There’s a lot of confusion, because asexuality is still such an unknown thing for most other people. I’ve even had people ask whether I get grossed out by kissing.’

‘And… and you don’t?’

Nyssa swallowed. Tegan was looking at her, looking slightly nervous.

‘I find it rather lovely,’ she said, quickly. ‘But every ace person is different. Just because I’m ace doesn’t mean I’m automatically aromantic as well. Does… does that make sense?’

‘Yeah,’ Tegan said, softly. ‘It does. Sorry; I’ve made this all heavy.’

‘No, I don’t mind explaining,’ Nyssa replied, with a smile. ‘I just… I don’t know why you seem so concerned. Normally, my friends just nod and then we talk about something else.’    

‘Well,’ Tegan said. Were… were her cheeks flushed? ‘I ask because…I… I think it would be rather important. To know about this, I mean.’

‘How?’

‘Oh, come off, Nyssa,’ Tegan said, with a nervy laugh. ‘Don’t act like you don’t know. It’s been blindingly obvious for a while now; I’m not exactly good at subtlety.’

‘I… what are you talking about?’

Tegan’s face had now bypassed red and turned scarlet.

‘I’m taking about the… the fact that I fancy you and it’s embarrassingly obvious.’

Nyssa’s mouth fell open. What? How? When-

‘I… Tegan,’ Nyssa gasped, scarcely able to believe what the Australian had just said. ‘Do… do you mean that?’

‘Of course,’ the Australian said, sounding utterly mortified. ‘And I know you probably don’t feel the same for me; that’s okay. I just… I love spending time with you and I’m more than happy to be your friend. If… if that’s okay with you. But I understand if you don’t… if you’d rather not be around me for a while.’

Nyssa stared at her, utterly astonished. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard; Tegan… fancied her? Nyssa knew that Tegan found her objectively attractive; that much had been confirmed fairly soon after Nyssa had moved to Tregonnereth, but… for Tegan to see her like that? It blew Nyssa’s mind.

‘Tegan,’ Nyssa said, softly, before her nerve disappeared. ‘Is this why you didn’t mention that I kissed you last night?’

Tegan choked on her drink. Spluttering, the Australian gaped at her, face turning bright red.

‘Y-you remember that?’

‘I… well, I only remembered when we were on that beach.’

‘O-oh,’ Tegan stammered, putting down her glass on the table. ‘And… you weren’t bothered by it?’

‘Tegan, you’re a lovely person; how could I possibly-’

‘I… I just figured,’ Tegan said. ‘That, since you didn’t bring up the kiss, you’d rather forget it happened. I guess I thought you regretted it.’

‘Regretted it?’ Nyssa repeated, shocked. ‘Tegan, I could never regret kissing you!’

Tegan stared at her.

‘I mean, obviously there’s the fact that I just planted a kiss on you without clear consent,’ Nyssa rambled. ‘Which is wrong and bad, and obviously I wouldn’t do that I was sober...’

Nyssa was suddenly aware that the two of them were sat barely a few inches apart. And that, during her rambling, she had actually moved closer to Tegan. Who had then moved closer to Nyssa.

‘You…’ Tegan whispered, so softly it was like velvet to Nyssa’s ears. ‘You mean you’d wished you’d kiss me whilst sober?’

Nyssa could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

‘I… yes, I do. Tegan, I… I thought it was obvious that I… my feelings for you… they’re...’ she stammered. ‘I… I thought I was the one with the obvious crush on you!’

Tegan’s face broke into a wide smile.

‘You… you mean that? You’re not just trying to… to…’

Nyssa leaned forward. Tegan’s face was barely an inch from hers. The Australian was blushing prettily in the glow of the evening sunshine, and Nyssa could practically see her own flustered face in those gorgeous brown eyes.

Tegan’s eyes fluttered shut.

Nyssa closed the distance, and pressed her lips to Tegan’s.

She tasted of lemonade, and chips, and a vague lingering sensation of strawberry that Nyssa guessed was her lip-balm. Tegan gave a soft sigh against Nyssa’s lips, and Nyssa deepened the kiss, feeling her hands come to rest gently on the older woman’s shoulders.

It felt… oh, how to describe it? The events of every day since she had first met Tegan swirled in her head. She was unable to focus on anything other than the fact that her mouth was pressed against Tegan Jovanka’s, and that she would happily continue to do until the earth blew up.

The Australian raised her hands, gentling folding around Nyssa’s back, to softly pull her closer. Nyssa got the distinct impression that Tegan was trying to keep calm, so as not to overwhelm her. Her heart welled; what had she done to deserve the affections of such a sweet, kind-hearted woman?

Their lips parted, gently.

‘Wow.’

Tegan giggled.

‘Thanks; I am rather good at kissing women-’

‘Shush, Tegan.’

‘You gonna make me, Nyssa with a y?’

In response, Nyssa put her finger underneath Tegan’s chin, tilting her head slightly up. The Australian’s eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted, breath hitching huskily. 

‘Yes.’

Nyssa pressed her mouth to Tegan’s, and this time it was far less chaste. Her lips pressed hungrily against those soft, irresistible lips. Tegan responded in kind, her tongue slipping gently inside Nyssa’s mouth, and Nyssa felt a warmth spark into life in the region of her stomach. Her hand slid up from Tegan’s chin, burying itself in the short, cropped hair near her ears. Nyssa felt a heady shiver go up her spine, and she pressed herself close to the older woman, her other hand sliding down Tegan’s back and coming to a rest on the toned muscle around her-

Tegan let out a breathy moan against Nyssa’s lips. Bingo.

Pulling away slightly, Nyssa stared into Tegan’s eyes, which had fluttered open again. The Australian was breathing heavily, and the effect was rather wonderful to behold.

‘Wow…’ Tegan gasped, as if short of breath.

Nyssa smirked.

‘You like that?’ she said, punctuating the last word with a squeeze.

Tegan nodded, blinking quickly.

‘In that case…’ Nyssa whispered, against Tegan’s ear. ‘shall we head upstairs?’

Tegan’s cheeks flushed still darker; she breathlessly -and enthusiastically- nodded.

Grinning, Nyssa stood up off the sofa, and pulled Tegan up by the hand, before curling her arm around Tegan’s waist. Leaving their half-full glasses of lemonade on the coffee table, the two women  -their mouths meeting in hungry kisses once again- made their way out of the room and up the stairs.

Still kissing, they pushed open the door of what was presumably Tegan’s bedroom. Tegan touched a swift, and a small lamplight turned on. As one, their hands began to pull at the fastenings of their clothes, indiscriminately pulling open buttons. Tegan’s cargo shorts descended to the floor, and Nyssa’s own jean shorts followed a few moments later. The top few buttons of their tops were also unfastened, although -by that point- their kisses had become so intense that their hands had stopped roaming. Tegan’s legs were suddenly backed up against the mattress, and Nyssa leaned against her. With a whump, they landed haphazardly on the bed.

Nyssa, who had somehow ended up on top of Tegan, grinned down at the Australian, eyes glittering. The warmth in her stomach had sunk lower, exploding into a deep heat between her legs, lapping at her insides and raising her pulse further.

‘Shirt off.’

Tegan fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, before finally discarding the offending garment off the bed and onto the floor.

‘Damn,’ Nyssa whispered, unable to pull her eyes away. Okay, she definitely had a thing for seeing Tegan in situations like this. The fire between her legs growing hotter every second that she was straddling the Australian. ‘Those tan-lines are…’

‘G-get used to it,’ Tegan stammered, breathlessly. ‘Summer’s only just beginning, and I’m out in the sunshine a lot.’

‘Oh, I hope so,’ Nyssa said, gently trailing one of the lines along Tegan’s skin with her finger. It was slightly slick with sweat, and was irresistibly warm to the touch. ‘This is a work of art.’

Tegan blushed prettily.

‘C-c’mon, Nys,’ she pleaded. ‘It’s not fair I’m the only one undressed.’

Nyssa chuckled, before quickly discarding her top.

Tegan’s mouth hung open, eyes sparkling.

‘Wow…’

Nyssa giggled. She was so glad she had changed out of her everyday underwear; this set was one of her favourites, in which she felt comfortable and yet also a little dangerous. And she could tell that her confidence was causing Tegan some excitement.

Leaning down, Nyssa hungrily pressed her lips to Tegan’s. The Australian gave a deep moan, and Nyssa found her hands beginning to wander, slipping down Tegan’s chest, down past her stomach until finally slipping under the thin fabric and reaching-

Oh, Tegan was definitely enjoying this.

‘Nys…’ Tegan moaned softly against Nyssa’s lips. ‘Oh, god…’

Nyssa redoubled her hungry kisses to Tegan’s mouth, growing hungrier and hungrier by the second. Her other hand began to slip around Tegan’s back, sweaty fingers fumbling slightly with the clasp. More… more…  

Tegan breathed Nyssa’s name against her lips. The Australian’s own hands were already on Nyssa’s back, and her legs were writhing on the mattress, thighs aquiver.

Yes. Yes! More! This was amazing, this was-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Nyssa gave an angry groan, as she felt her phone ring from a few feet away. Who was calling at this hour?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Well, it could wait! She redoubled her attention to Tegan’s lips, finally managing to undo the clasp around her back and running her hands across the revealed skin beneath.

‘Don’t you want to answer that?’ Tegan breathed, pulling apart slightly. Nyssa swallowed, her heart pounding against her chest.

‘Do… do I have to?’

‘Well, I am more than happy to continue what we’re doing,’ Tegan chuckled, grinning. ‘But it could be important.’

Nyssa sighed.

‘Alright; I’ll be back in a moment, my darling,’ she said, before pressing a quick kiss to Tegan’s lips. ‘Don’t go cold without me.’

‘Oh, I assure you,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘There’ll be no chance of that happening…’  

Nyssa sat up and climbed off the Australia, awkwardly swung her legs over the bed, before standing up. In the half-light of the room, it took her a while to locate where she had dropped her shorts. But, after some awkward scrambling, Nyssa retrieved her phone from her pocket and sat down on the edge of the bed.  

She clicked the answer button without looking.

‘Hello?’

‘Hello, Nyssa!’

Nyssa froze.

‘Er… Romana?’

‘Hi! How are you?’

‘Er…’ Nyssa said, suddenly aware that she was only wearing her underthings. She cleared her throat, feeling rather peculiar as she sat with a half-naked Tegan barely a few feet away behind her. ‘Y-yes, I’m fine, thank you. How… how are you?’

‘About the same. Listen, I’ve heard that you’ve moved down to Cornwall recently. I’m going to be near your new place this weekend; how would you like to meet up? Show me around?’

‘Er…’

Tegan was sending Nyssa a quizzical look as she sat up on the bed. Nyssa mouthed “old uni friend” at her, before putting the phone back to her ear.

‘Yes, that sounds lovely. It’ll be great to catch up.’

‘Wonderful! I’ll text you what time I’ll be there nearer the time; see you this weekend, then!’

Nyssa disconnected the call. Tegan was now sat up against the pillows, and was dumping an item of clothing over the side of the bed. Nyssa found her eyes drawn down from the Australian’s face to where…

Wow. Now, that was a sight. Nyssa felt the heat between her legs burst into flames once again, hungrier for the wait it had endured. Good grief, the things this woman was doing to her…

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yes,’ Nyssa said, placing her phone on the desk nearby. ‘Sorry, I should’ve turned it off…’

‘Nah, it’s fine,’ Tegan said, grinning. ‘Friends are friends, after all.’

‘I suppose,’ Nyssa strode across the room and settled down next to Tegan. She couldn’t prevent her eyes from slipping down Tegan’s body and up again. ‘You… you still want…’

In response, Tegan pressed her lips to Nyssa, and the two women tumbled sideways onto the bed, their limbs becoming entangled as they fell. One of Nyssa’s hands came to land on Tegan’s upper thigh, dragging her leg over Nyssa’s, the warmth between her legs burning stronger at the renewed contact. Her other hand was curled into Tegan’s hair, as she pressed her mouth tighter, before sliding sideways to press yet more hungry kisses to Tegan’s neck. God, the feel of her skin was just indescribable!

Tegan’s hands began to roam, travelling down Nyssa’s body before finally reaching-

‘Geez, Nys, someone’s excited,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘If I’d known this before, I’d have gotten out my ti-’

‘Shut up and kiss me again.’

The Australian laughed, before pressing her lips against Nyssa’s once again. Nyssa was now strongly inclined to believe she could get very easily used to this. She had gone a long time without knowing what Tegan tasted like, and she did not want to go back to her prior state.

And, in terms of other things she could get used to, the feeling of Tegan pressed up against her was wonderful. God, this was incredible! She never wanted it to stop! Her hand slipped down Tegan’s side, slipping down her lower back, her fingers sinking hungrily into the soft flesh-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Nyssa’s brain spat out an angry string of Welsh swear words. Why was everyone trying to ring her this evening, of all times?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled, pulling away from Tegan’s lips. ‘I swear, I rarely get this many calls in one evening…’

‘It’s okay; we’ve got all night,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘Maybe this one is urgent?’

‘It better be.’

Reluctantly, Nyssa climbed off the mattress again, and picked her phone off up the desk.

Nyssa hit the answer button, putting the phone to her ear. She rubbed her forehead with her other hand. She swore, if this was one of those scam callers…

‘Noswaith dda, Nyssa!’

Nyssa stood, stunned.  

‘Dad?’

‘Sut dych chi, love?’

‘Er… dw i’n iawn. Is everything alright?’

‘Well, you said you’ve moved down to Cornwall and I thought to myself; Tremas, I said, you could do with a bit of Cornish sun this summer. How about showing your old dad some of the sights, eh? Tregonnereth’s the name of the town, isn’t it?’

‘I… yes, dad; that’s lovely. When were you thinking?’

‘About two weeks from now? I haven’t booked anything yet; thought it best to check with you first.’

‘That should be fine, yes.’

‘Lovely! I’ll get that booked. You alright, love? You sound a little nervous; did I catch you in the middle of something?’

‘Er… sort of.’

‘Oh; say no more, I’ll be off. Noswaith dda, Nyssa!’

‘Noswaith dda, dad.’

Nyssa disconnected the call, before turning the phone off and putting it on the desk.

‘Your dad, right?’ Tegan said, softly. She got up and came to stand beside Nyssa. Under normal circumstances, the inclusion of a topless Tegan into Nyssa’s field of vision would have overwhelmed everything else, but the entire evening had definitely not been a normal circumstance. ‘Everything okay?’

‘Yes…’ Nyssa replied, quietly. ‘Just… he’s coming here to visit in two weeks.’

‘Is… is that not a good thing?’

‘No, it is. But… oh, what am I going to tell him?’

Tegan looked at her, before placing a hand gently on her arm.

‘Does… does he not know about you-’

‘Oh, he’s known that I wasn’t straight since I was a child,’ Nyssa said, quickly, waving a hand absentmindedly. ‘He’s always been fine about it. I mean, he fancied Felicity Kendal too, after all. No, it’s not that…’

She took Tegan’s hand and squeezed it.

‘How am I going to explain about… us?’

Tegan raised two eyebrows, and she blinked quickly, squeezing Nyssa’s hand in response.

‘Is.. is there an us, yet? I-I mean, I’d like to think so, but I wasn’t sure if you also…’

‘Tegan, judging from the past hour, I think we can definitely agree that there is an “us”. The fact that we’re stood half-naked in your bedroom is further evidence, is it not?’

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, before grinning. ‘Yeah, that’s pretty awesome.’

‘Agreed,’ Nyssa said. ‘And speaking of tongues…’

Placing her hands on Tegan’s shoulders, Nyssa pushed her back up the nearest wall. The Australian gave a giddy laugh, before their lips met again. Nyssa’s tongue slipped into Tegan’s mouth, and her hands began to roam, one slipping under the fabric of Tegan’s knickers to pull them down and the other fondling… well, Tegan could tell exactly what parts of her were being fondled, and seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Tegan gave a gleeful giggle at Nyssa’s enthusiasm, and her own hands began to work; first at the clasp at Nyssa’s back, which broke apart under Tegan’s onslaught, and then slipping under the fabric sat at her waist, pulling it down over Nyssa’s rear end.  

A few moments later, all their remaining items of clothing had been discarded by their feet. Tegan’s legs parted around Nyssa, who surged forward, pressing Tegan up close up against the wall. Giggling against Tegan, Nyssa could feel her heart pounding happily against her chest. The two women were pressed together, closer than Nyssa had dared to dream barely an hour before.

Work wasn’t for another twelve hours. That gave them plenty of time. Time that would be just for them to enjoy, uninterrupted.

~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading, everyone! I did consider drawing out the pining for a few more chapters but there's enough hardship in the world as it is without Tegan and Nyssa agonising over each other needlessly. Healthy communication is important to any relationship, after all. Besides, this fic is supposed to have a chill, relaxed summertime vibe anyway. Stay tuned for a great deal of cute fluff!

#'glad all over (cake by the ocean)' #doctor who fanfiction #nyssa #nyssa of traken #tegan jovanka #nyssa/tegan #tegan/nyssa #nyssa x tegan #tegan x nyssa #indestructible #heathrow scientific #tyssa #mel/ace #ace/mel #tw: alcohol mention #saucy #it's ace safe but only just

[galaxirin]

001 for holyvicar for you too mhm~

Link to questions

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping it if I did:

I started shipping it when I started reading fics of it on AO3. It was legit the first fic I saw so I decided “why not” and went in blind… yeah I got a religious experience there. (Thank you subzero for petal veined devourer.)

My thoughts:

The perfect tragic couple. Meant to be but wrong place, wrong time, and fated to be separated no matter what they do. It’s so poetic that it hurts and it makes me want to scream and cry for days. I even made a Playlist and I’m listening to it right now for the ✨vibes✨

What makes me happy about them:

The prospect of them finding happiness even through the suffering around them. The little things that make them appreciate life to the fullest 🥹 and even through the suffering they give each other they still yearn for each other’s affections… ough….

What makes me sad about them:

That the moment they met, they were fated to die alone and in the peak of beasthood. No matter what they did to try and change things their fate will forever stay the same. One will die in the hands of the other and the one left alone will be taken over by grief and guilt to the point of madness. It’s so good… but it makes me want to cry sometimes.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

When they make Laurence the “uwu be gentle 🥺🥺” twink bottoms. That is a grown man. I really don’t like the heterosexualisation of the ship. And also making Ludwig this super macho extreme top “I will protect you” character. Make him shy!!! Awkward!!! A gentle giant!!! And how some fics are repetitive??? Especially when it comes to the more mature fics

Things I look for in fanfic:

Character analyzations. Top Laurence. And also them actually bonding over normal tasks such as having tea, walking through a park, etc. I just love love dialogue heavy fics for holyvicar. Especially if it’s through the perspective of Laurence, there needs to be more fics in his perspective since he’s such a complicated and 3 dimensional character that it needs to be in his perspective to get his entire character.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Laurence it’s definitely Gehrman! Moon divorce is up there with my ships and their canon interactions feed me for weeks on end.

Ludwig maybe Simon!! The tragedy of the whole ship is what keeps me going. Also bc I Read fics on It and they’re so so good.

My happily ever after for them:

Farm arc farm arc. Ludwig raising the horses and other animals in the farm, helping with the more taxing chores while Laurence teaches children and helps him sometimes… really just them growing old together and their 19372872 horse children…

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Laurence is the big spoon. He wants to hug Ludwig like a koala. But when they started this Ludwig was so shy he couldn’t sleep and ended up being sleep deprived out of his embarrassment for being the little spoon lol

What is their favourite activity:

Tea time while talking about whatever topic that interests them in a pleasant afternoon,,, maybe laughing about an inside joke and teasing the other for their specific tastes in snacks. Like Laurence liking more neutral snacks like bread and sandwiches while Ludwig is an extreme sweet tooth (13 sugar cubes in his tea) and loves cakes.

#they make me insane. #laurence the first vicar #ludwig the holy blade #rin asks #holyvicar #bloodborne headcanons

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

watching The Tigger Movie with faby:

me: "why is he so little? pigs are huge?" faby: "HE'S A LET. A PIG. LET."

"OMG i get it! KANGA ROO! i never put it together until now"

"tigger is my favourite he's so bouncy and so excited to live"

"now this motherfucker is annoying" (about rabbit)

"nah he ate with this technique" (about tigger's bouncing)

"(kanga) is such a milf"

"i would be that motherfucker (piglet) in this world. that's how short i am"

"you guys are so mean to tigger"

(about owl) "it's giving rossi"

*tigger puts 100 ice cubes into his tea* "me in england for the first time"

"here's the thing though. if they're all tiggers, what's his name? it's like if my name was human."

"he literally fucking steals from the bees what a fucking capitalist"

"why didn't they sting him ok plot armour"

"i wish my bed was hexagonal"

"oh he has seasonal depression maybe i should send him the twitter thread"

"omg this cured my depression."

***imagine everything from this point onwards through tears***

"omg he made a cake. he's so excited"

"i hate this movie"

"okay shakespeare"

"they're dressed like tiggers and you're looking at stuffed animals?"

"stop i literally cannot watch this."

"who came up with this plot i just wanna talk"

"no there's a storm don't go outside!"

tigger: "ttfe. tata for ever" faby, through tears: "noooo not forever forever is one word bestie"

pooh: "poor tigger all alone in the cold" faby: "and you guys aren't even fucking looking for him he could be fucking dying of frostbite"

"why is the child the only one doing anything he's literally three years old"

"why did you make me watch this"

"why are you staring at me? because i'm crying?"

"can you tell i have family issues"

"i love how he thinks families live in a tree, like a family tree. that's so cute"

*fully sobbing* "no he's crying. no. i'm gonna kill myself"

"where is roos mom? she's never there. she lets him go off and do things like be in an avalanche by himself. i love how all of them just let him go..."

"bouncing besties"

"ok slay obstacle course. 10/10"

"omg my head hurts from all of the crying"

"as if he could die he's a stuffed animal"

tigger: "you fellas are my family?" faby: "yes bitch thats the whole point of the movie"

*about roo* "he wants a gift too bitch (tigger) like where is his gift"

"ITS THE LOCKET I KNEW IT"

"no i cant watch the credits i cant"

"that was emotionally exhausting but in a good way. in a fulfilling way"

cry count: it was pretty constant tbh x

@lil-koala i love you <3

#faby watched disney movies #faby baby #watchparty #just wait until i make her watch winnie the poohs most grand afventure

[ruki--mukami]

And just as he thought, shapshifters do heal faster. Surprising him with a sudden hug, Metsu literally crashes into Ruki's embrace, wrapping her arms around him like a koala, wearing the rosy dress that hugged her curves nicely and complimented her pinkish hair that was also styled differently rather than its usual piggy tails to match the whole look.

"Ruki! Thank you sooo much for taking care of me, I'm so sorry for worrying you- also I found this dress and I absolutely love it! How does it look? Oh! I made lemon buttercream cake, so you can have something sweet with tea," she rambles again looking up at him with a wide smile, being too affectionate for his liking although it was her nature.

“…Metsu? You look like you’re good as new; my, what miraculous healing. Although I can’t say I’m complaining about it. If anything, I should be complaining about you touching me without permission instead.”

The Vampire sighed as he reluctantly hugged Metsu back, shifting in place to better position himself in her affectionate embrace.

“Ah, I see you found the dress I intended to give you. Just as I thought, it looks wondrous on you. I knew I made the correct choice in gifting you one that would complement your hair. Heh, you look just like a flower that might grow in the garden outside my home.”

When she mentioned the lemon buttercream cake, a bead of sweat dropped from his brow. Ruki never delighted in sweets aside from blood, and the thought of eating it alongside a cup of tea merely earned a scowl upon his face.

“You know I don’t like sweets, Metsu—but many thanks regardless. I’ll be certain to share it amongst my brothers. It’s a relief to see you lively and animated once more after what I believed was a potentially fatal fall. Don’t ever do that again, is that understood?”

Completely unwarranted and out of nowhere, the Vampire gave her a quick kiss on the lips, withdrawing with a sly smirk on his face.

“Be careful from now on and perhaps I’ll reward you like this more often.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #rp #diabolik lovers rp #metsu-san #metsu #dress up game

[mishervellous]

now, now, won't you look at that, husband back in the asks to annoy the dash 🌾

it's apple picking season at the cottage! we could go pick them together! and bring a blanket, and warm tea, and some snacks for in-between breaks (i will absolutely steal an apple or two for those). we could make so many things of them, too! baking apple pie together (heads up, i suck at baking)? making compote? apple sauce to eat with pancakes? baked apples? and apple juice! we could warm it up with some cinnamon when the evenings get colder and drink it together on the porch, chilling with the cats and the hens before they get back to their coop for the night.

and don't get me started about being silly and starting to throw fallen leaves at each other, or jumping into piles of 'em.

also, not to be that person, but i bet you rock some plaid fall aesthetic 😌🌾

my love, i think everyone would agree with me that any time you’re on someone’s dash/in someone’s tags, they’re all looking at you with heart-eyes (me included! that’s actually my default look when you’re involved but i digress)—so no worries about that! and if anyone is annoyed that you’re here, let me tell you, you are on the wrong flagged profile my gender neutral bucko 😤

apple picking is like the apple stealing goblin’s christmas, so of course we’re going! i hope napping and koala-hugging and kinda bothering you while you’re trying to clean the prettiest tree of all its apples (namely with: apple puns, tickles and hugs) are all acceptable activities too eheh also don’t worry, you’re married to the chocolate chips cookie champion (of my building) so baking will be easy peasy! and if you get frustrated, we can always dance for a bit, jam the blueberries away 🌷i have this recipe that i’ve always wanted to try and i think this would be the perfect occasion to: pastila! it’s, like, apple marshmallows. they look delicious and, although lengthy, fun to make too—perfect with the pancakes and the apple sauce the next morning if you ask me 😌 i have a pretty good apple cake recipe too, if one of the cows is an october child or something 🎂

i’m definitely making fallen leaves confetti and sprinkling them in your hair when you’re busy doing something else🍁

also, i peep a biased hubby with my eyes! but i do own some pretty comfy and cute plaid shirts and a couple of vintage overalls, so the wannabe farmer aesthetic is on—might have to take a couple of breathers, but if you’re there it’ll be aaall a-okay 🥰💙

did you know you’re the apple of my eye? 🍎💙

#if there’s one thing i cherish is my nosho tags collection #[clears throat] #nosho deserves the world™️ #here’s a reminder that nosho is the sweetest person in the universe #nosho you are the loml i swear #my beautiful nosho!! my hubby!!! #daily hubby my beloved 💙 #daily serotonin my beloved 🌾 #💙💙💙💙 #ask

[sohannabarberaesque]

Who could just imagine ...

Kwicky Koala inviting Huckleberry Hound and Clementine for some Devonshire Tea in the Aussie stylee (as in tea and a slice or two of cake or bars)?

Captain Caveman being invited by Peter Potamus to join him on some diving escapades, even if Cavey's more the breath-hold sort of diver?

Magilla Gorilla going through several pints of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey Ice Cream on a dare?

Ricochet Rabbit challenging Quick Draw McGraw (and maybe a few others) in a chili cookoff?

Penelope Pitstop finally taking off her helmet for once and "letting her hair down"? (Seriously. Even if she's a tomboyish sort.)

Yogi Bear actually managing to mate with his true love, Cindy, underwater, as if some diving escapades weren't good enough?

Motormouse finally getting some serious chopper time on the road without Autocat being the nuisance that he can get to be?

Wilma and Betty finally managing to get rid of their wardrobe they probably never wore all this time by donating such to a charity shop?

Tina per Goober and the Ghost Chasers in quite a love triangle between Ted and Gilly?

#hanna barbera #unlikely possibilities #hannabarberaforever

[mcmcntomorii-later]

s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

what does your muse smell like? Strawberries and Cream mainly, sometimes she goes for seasonal scents/perfumes - but her 'default' scent is strawberries.

what do your muse’s hands feel like? Mukuro does her best to keep her hands soft and smooth at all times.

what does your muse usually eat in a day? She'll start her day with a rather traditional breakfast ( except no natto - she hates natto ) she'll have some kind of hot tea normally with her breakfast ( Mukuro is also the type to have just a slice of cake for breakfast too though tbh ). Lunch is something lighter maybe a salad or sandwich of sorts. Dinner is heavier, she'll also typically try out a new recipe for dinner. She'll also snack throughout the day, and that's typically sweets, from cookies to slices of cake.

does your muse have a good singing voice? Oh yeah, she was had taken a lot of vocal lessons as a child as well as piano lessons and koto lessons.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? She smokes when she's super stressed out - it's something she tries to cut back on and on a more intense level she'll abuse alcohol. As for nervous ticks, she'll mess with/twirl a strand of hair when she's nervous

what does your muse usually look like / wear? She's very well groomed and put together. Whenever she's out and about she'll dress fashionably and comfortably. Her hair is silky, smooth and well treated, overall she takes very good care in her appearance. Her wardrobe consists of a lot of femme fatale aesthetic clothing, a lot of business wear ( i.e. pant suits/pencil skirts/blouses ) , evening wear, and a lot of lingerie.

is your muse affectionate? how much? how so? Mukuro is rather affectionate with partners/friends.

what position does your muse sleep in? Mukuro doesn't often sleep, when she does she'll start out on her side and toss and turn and tremble in her sleep. When she's with someone she'll either wrap herself around them like a koala or be as close as she can to them.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? Not unless she's absolutely pissed off and yelling at someone, she normally speaks in a polite tone. 

tagged by : @tartarusleft

tagging : whoever would like to do this :3

#⌈ ✨ ⌉ DASH GAMES. || #⌈ 🦊 ⌉ MUSINGS. || ✧ –––– THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS IS TWENTY BELOW.

[kyraij]

| All about me |

I'm Filipino. My mom is Filipino and hispanic and I was born in the Philippines. Although my dad is German, Scottish, Irish, and American so that makes me Filipino, Hispanic, German, Irish, Scottish, and American ig? Wow.

I'm learning to speak Tagalog, I knew it when I was younger, but when I moved to America I spoke English more so I forgot it again. I only know some tagalog words. I am not fluent at it at all 😅

I play the bass guitar, and I wanna learn to play the electric bc I honestly think it's just cooler than the bass, but idk I'll see if the future.

My favorite foods and drinks are pizza, lasagna, pasta, chicken Alfredo, pansit, pansit Canton, pig, steak, pork, fried chicken, chicken nuggets, chocolate chip cookies, jello, PB&J, sugar cookies, these green cookies that my aunt and uncle made were delicious. rice, fried rice, rice pudding, rice cake, maja blanca, buko salad, halo-halo, strawberry shortcake. I really only like ice cream cake. Just normal cake itself isn't that good to me. mochi, ice cream mochi, ice cream. my fav flavors of ice cream are strawberry, chocolate, mint, coffee, orea, mango, orange sherbet, raspberry, the black raspberry flavor. My fav fruits are mangos, apples, oranges, blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, cantelope, papaya, boysenberry. Kool-aid, milk, chocolate milk (ESP THE ONES FROM THE PHILINES AND VIETNAM) yakult, dr pepper, cherry coke, normal coke, mountain dew, sprite, pepsi, fanta, iced water, iced tea, coffee.

The foods and drinks I wanna try are dango, boba, the one dragon fruit drink from taco bell, frappuccino, other Starbucks drinks and a bunch of other stuff.

Places I've been to are the Philippines, Vietnam, Hong Kong, Japan, Cambodia, Chicago, Michigan, New york, Massachusetts, New Jersey Pennsylvania, Ohio, Florida.

Places I wanna go to is France, South Korea, New york city, Japan and Vietnam again, new mexico, maldives, and a bunch more.

I really wanna see the sea of stars in maldives

My fav colors are blue, purple, grey, black, red, green, pink, alot of colors.

I'm a girl btw

I have insomnia and a lot of issues

My fav animals are cats, dogs, woolly monkeys, all monkeys, albino tarsiers, pandas, koalas, parrots, the bald eagle, humming birds and wood peckers, and I have A LOT more.

My fav vid games is the last last of us, assassins Creed, all of the spiderman games, and I can't think of any but I think i have like 2-4 more

My fav movies is a silent voice, spider man into the spiderverse, a bunch of the marvel movies, a bunch of k dramas. love, death and robots.

My fav series is Marlon, victorious and Sam and cat, nrdd, tua, and some others

My fav animes are attack on titan, violet every garden, demon slayer

I'll edit this later bc I'm bored and idk what else to put

#all about me #filipino #asian #all #about #me #idk what else to put here #idk what else to tag #idk what else to put lol #lol wtf #idk lol #idk what to do #my faves #what #what do i put here #my favourite things #wtf do i put here idfk #five hargreeves #number five #umbrella academy #tua five #klaus hargreeves #tua netflix #tua 3 #tua fandom

[indouloureux]

73 questions

1. on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? 8.

2. describe yourself in a hashtag? #defnotgodschild

3. if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? also tom.

4. if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? "the phantom's fucking ressurection"

5. what’s one thing people don’t know about you? i write fanfiction.

6. what’s your wake up ritual? phone. contemplate if i should get up from bed, then i'd drink like three cups of water then take a shit

7. what’s your go to bed ritual? do my skincare routine, tiktok, then beatstar, scroll through tumblr, have like an existential crisis before i go to bed

8. what’s your favorite time of day? afternoons

9. your go to for having a good laugh? tiktok or play with my dog

10. dream country to visit? probably italy or go back to uae

11. what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? that people appreciate me

12. heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers

13. vintage or new? vintage

14. who do you want to write your obituary? friends

15. style icon? alexa demie/hunter schafer

16. what are three things you cannot live without? my laptop, my dog, and ice cream

17. what’s one ingredient you put in everything? pepper and eggs

18. what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? andrew garfield, freddie mercury, my grandma even tho she doesn't like my cooking

19. what’s your biggest fear in life? not being able to see my worth

20. window or aisle seat? window!

21. what’s your current tv obsession? under the banner of heaven

22. favorite app? tumblr/pinterest

23. secret talent? i can do embroidery and paint? i can also sing lol

24. most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? when i drive into nowhere while smoking and listening to loud music

25. how would you define yourself in three words? hot, chaotic, mad,

26. favorite piece of clothing you own? i have this cute blue tanktop i made and painted bats on the front i really like it

27. a must have clothing item that everyone should have? leather jackets

28. a superpower you would want? teleportation

29. what’s inspiring you in life right now? getting out of this country

30. best piece of advice you’ve received? "it is what it is”

31. best advice you’d give your teenage self? you'll get over it eventually. you can be upset about it as long as you want, then you'll move on, learn from it, then be the best version of yourself. and for the love of god don't date

32. a book everyone should read? havent read in a while

33. what would you like to be remembered for? being mad all the time

34. how do you define beauty? everyone's pretty

35. what do you love most about your body? my eyebrows

36. best way to take a rest/decompress? listen to music, take a walk, meditate

37. favorite place to view art? in a museum

38. if your life was a song, what would the title be? burning heads

39. if you could master one instrument, what would it be? guitar/drums

40. if you had a tattoo, where would it be? underboob

41. dolphins or koalas? both

42. what’s your spirit animal? a tiger

43. best gift you’ve ever received? my dog. helps with my mental health alot

44. best gift you’ve given? i baked my friend a cake and she cried

45. what’s your favorite board game? scrabble

46. what’s your favorite color? red

47. least favorite color? yellow

48. diamond or pearls? pearls

49. drugstore makeup or designer? both

50. blow-dry or air-dry? both

51. pilates or yoga? yoga

52. coffee or tea? both. i love them too much

53. what’s the weirdest word in the english language? scrumptious

54. dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk

55. stairs or elevators? elevators

56. summer or winter? summer

57. you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? pizza

58. a dessert you don’t like? tiramisu tastes weird

59. a skill you’re working on mastering? patience

60. best thing to happen to you today? my dog cuddled with me

61. worst thing to happen to you today? immediately needing to take a shit

62. best compliment you’ve ever received? my writing <3

63. favorite smell? vanilla, gasoline and cigarettes

64. hugs or kisses? hugs with kisses

65. if you made a documentary, would it be about? social media brainrot

66. last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? everything everywhere all at once

67. lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick

68. sweet or savory? both

69. girl crush? florence pugh, zendaya, hot models

70. how do you know your in love? i just know

71. a song you can listen to on repeat? sadderdaze by the neighbourhood. or 505 by arctic monkeys. or any song by taylor swift

72. if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? zendaya. or some rich person

73. what are you most excited for about this time in your life? graduating and give myself the life i deserve

tagged by: my babe @silkscream

tagging: @justapurrcat ; @peterthepark ; @cordiformity ; and anyone else who wants to do this

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