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lunasilverpelt · 10 months
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Is this anything @pepperonitowerask
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thetony-stark · 10 days
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i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all ❤️‍🩹🥹
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joyfuladorable · 6 months
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Sketchdump of IDW characters I doodled on twt!! I like them all a Whole Bunch!!!
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onippep · 1 year
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Cheesy
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Pfft. Singing too?? Oni.
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RRRRrrRRRrrrr..!!!
Ooooonnniii. The lyrics. You're such a hopeless romantic.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Sorry! Sorry! Haha..
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RRRrR... (H-how are you... feeling? Is this okay?)
I'm-- this-- this is all cute. Really. Like, your little crush on me is some sorta serotonin generator. I just...
...?
...We're alone, you know. You can talk. If you want.
Eeccrghh-- (Well, about th-- no, you're right. I can. I totally can.)
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[takes a deep breath] ... (CARING ABOUT YOU IS... ONE OF THE MOST FULFILLING THINGS--) CROAK-- (--I HAVE EVER DONE. MY PURPOSE IS CONSTANTLY SHIFTING. LOCKING IN PLACE WHENEVER I SEE FIT. AND RIGHT NOW...)
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(EVER SINCE OUR FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER, MY PURPOSE SHIFTED INTO SOMETHING MUCH CLEARER THAN MY MIMICRY OF YOU. I FELT THE SPARK IN YOU OF SOMETHING MUCH GREATER-- A HAPPINESS-- YOU SPARE TO FEEL AND SHOW. I WAS ABLE TO BRING THAT OUT OF YOU. SO I WANT TO... KEEP DOING THAT. NO MATTER WHAT IT TURNS INTO.)
...Hmhm.
..???
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I don't think I've ever heard you talk for so long. Was that so hard?
(Y-yes. It was.)
Well, hah.. I'm proud of you. And you're very sweet. You've been a lot of help to me.
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...Pppffbbt... Ahahahahaha!!
(Hrrgn... hhhmhmm.. hehehehehhe...!!!)
Given the context of all of this, Oni, I'm sorry but-- no kisses right now. Alright?
(Can I give you a lick at least?)
PFfft. Yes you may.
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BLECH. Pfft. Alright. Let's get outta here, water's cold.
(oOOoOokay...!)
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randomnameless · 8 months
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Tbf FE has been plagued by localizations that make massive changes to the story and characters since RD; the explanation for how Zelgius survived PoR being completely changed in the english script is one of the more well-known examples, but they also made heavy changes to Henry's character when they translated Awakening, especially his support with Olivia.
Granted, in the long run RD and Awakening still got off easy when compared to what Treehouse did to Fates and Three Houses; it may have reached a boiling point with the latter two games, but translators changing aspects of a story to something completely different from what it meant originally is a long-standing tradition with FE, unfortunately.
I'd say lolcalising Zelgius' survival in FE9 (even it it canonizes an event I'm really not fond of) is less gratting than everything that was done in Fodlan, or in Fates, because at the end of the day, Zelgius survived (and the why was always irrelevant in the greater scheme of things, Ike thought he won, but didn't, and will have to face him as his ultimate trial in FE10).
I've read bits of text here'n'there on FE13's localisation and Henry's... well, lolcalisation, but to be honest with you anon, the FE13 cast really didn't interest me that much, so, to me, those changes don't feel as important as what happened for Fodlan (the script about the plot!!! was revamped!) or Fates (I also do not really care about the cast, but the sheer level of lolcalisation this game had would make 4Kids look like amateurs - especially the "oh no global market is unable to pronouce a name with 4 syllables, so let's shorten Suzukaze in "Kaze" : this might not be the reason why his name was shortened, but to be frank, I don't see any other reason why the poor Suzukaze got his name lolcalised like that!).
I really hope those opuses are the last we will see of treehouse in the FE series (or they will get rid of whoever is in charge of the localisation) but something's telling me it's not going to happen :(
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Simstober Day 6: Gravestone
When you don't fully agree with Grimm's decisions, you just need to take matters into your own hand.
@simstober
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timiidity · 7 months
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Tfw you're trying to fucking read but two assholes are making out 😔
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blue-rick24 · 5 months
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come eat at anus. i have a very special blue waffle for you
Hey, listen, I-I don’t particularly want to spend Thanksgiving in your, wh-whatever it’s called, uh- UuRhanus. (Woof, pepperoni’s repeating on me…) And besides, I’ve already eaten.
W-WAIT— HEY!!
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unorcadox · 5 months
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thoughts on artichoke on pizza
never had tbh! i'm a very plain pizza kind of person, trying to be better about it tho
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drfrogphd · 9 months
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Twitter is dying and was my basically kinda my main, so I'm opening up my discord since I'm more active on there! ♫ discord.gg/SBVd7UewW9
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writingwolverina · 11 months
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And so it begins...
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werehamburglar · 2 years
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so proud of myself for knowing what a rondel is
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sadlyitsbella · 1 year
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I got bored 😅
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jo-harrington · 2 months
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The Boy Is Mine (Jo's Edition)
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Summary: A romantic night in at the trailer. And a first date.
Word Count: 1.7k
Themes: First Date, Fluff, First Kiss, Teasing, Banter, Geekery
Notes: My submission for @carolmunson's The Boy Is Mine Writing Excercise. This was a fun one, and I know the idea was for it not to be an AU...I guess technically it isn't (although I definitely thought of my STFF Eddie who...well...it's fanfiction *wink* especially since we're not gonna see their first date in the story). Thank you for putting together a fun game Carol.
Tagging a few friends who I think would have some great additions to this prompt: @eddiemunsonbignaturals @undead-supernova @storiesbyrhi
You can find my masterlist here.
Please do not interact if you are not 18+.
Enjoy!
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Pizza? Delivered.
Twinkies? Vanilla frosting. Not Banana.
Trailer? Tidied.
Sheets? Changed.
There was a knock at the door and Eddie took a breath and held it as he stared at his bed.
"You're not gonna end up in here," he muttered to himself.
Ok but maybe you would. He could be hopeful. Maybe a kiss would lead to something else.
"No idiot. It's just a study date."
There was another knock and he turned on his heel and rushed for the door.
He paused at the last second--glanced around, ran his hands over the front of his t-shirt, and put the most casual smile on his face--before he opened the door.
And then there you were.
A backpack slung over your shoulder, 6-pack of Dr. Pepper hanging from your fingers, looking...hot effortlessly gorgeous...or at least he thought so.
"Hey," you greeted. "Sorry if I'm late."
"No," he shook his head quickly and shifted to the side to let you pass into the trailer. "Right on time sweetheart. Hope you like pepperoni."
Of course you did. It was your favorite.
"It's my favorite."
Eddie clenched his fist in victory as he shut the door and then stood back and watched indulgently as you took in the wonders of the place he called home. He committed it all to memory; the way your eyes lingered on Wayne's collection of mugs and hats from over the years, or your nose scrunched up cutely at the sight of family pictures on a shelf--
Please god, don't see the picture of him missing his two front teeth.
--or the way it scrunched further, more in annoyance than fondness, and your eyebrow quirked at the stack of video tapes beside the television.
Shit.
"Uh," he cleared his throat and swooped in, arm hovering around your shoulders as he led you to the couch where the pizza and his history homework waited. His hand drifted to yours so he could grab the sodas. "Lemme put this in the fridge so it gets cold. I have Mountain Dew...or beer, if you want one."
"Mountain Dew's fine."
"As you wish," he bowed and you giggled. He cursed himself as he headed to the kitchen.
What a fucking nerd--
"So you read the Princess Bride?" you called out to him.
"Y-yes."
"It's one of my favorite books! A story within a story and all of that. And it can be critical of itself. It's perfect!"
Eddie's heart soared.
The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes discussing the merits of the book and the way it provided so much suspense and adventure and escapism; something it seemed, and Eddie wasn't surprised to find, you both had needed throughout your relatively-young lives.
Before long, he shuffled out of the kitchen with two cans and two solo cups to find you comfortably settled on the couch with your legs criss-crossed and a throw pillow settled in your lap. You looked right at home, at ease with him, and he had to say...he liked that sight quite a bit.
"I ran out of like, nice cups," he changed the subject so he wouldn't focus too much on how much he enjoyed the sight. "Hope this is okay."
"Ok, well what are the nice cups?" you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. "Because I see plenty of nice cups right in front of us, Mister."
You gestured at the shelves lined with mugs and Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at you.
"Those aren't nice cups Madam," he scoffed. "Those are family heirlooms. The nice cups are the Star Wars: Return of the Jedi glasses I got from Burger King. Obviously."
"Well excuse me," you straightened in your seat and rocked your shoulders back and forth haughtily. "The fine crystal."
"And don't you forget it."
"And here you are, presenting me with...plastic. Like a peasant."
"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."
He held out the red solo cup filled with fluorescent green liquid and you snatched it from him with a quick flash of your tongue.
Then the two of you got right down to business: homework.
You pulled a small notebook from your backpack and then asked to see his notes from class so you could help him get a better idea of what was important for an upcoming quiz that he'd mentioned the day prior. He was ashamed to say he wasn't the best notetaker, but you pivoted easily as you flipped through a few pages and went from sparse notes about Civics and the US Constitution to long drawn out paragraphs about the Riders of Rohan and graphic descriptions of the Meduseld.
"Don't be like that," you scolded him. "That's not even true. What is this?"
"This?" He waved dismissively. "It's just...notes for Hellfire. Ahem...Hellfire Club...my Dungeons and Dragons club at school."
"Oh yeah?"
"Planning a one-shot for my buddy Jeff's birthday in a world where Theodred doesn't die and goes on to become...well...it's just nerd stuff."
Eddie sniffed and thought back to the many times that he'd been cut short trying to explain his ideas to others; even Ronnie got on his case when he got too into it.
How many times had she heard him get into an argument with himself over the benefits of Mithril vs. Adamantium?
"Excuse me," you looked at him expectantly, breaking through his thoughts. "Nerd stuff?"
"Yeah," he shrugged and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Nerd stuff. We're supposed to be focusing on History."
"Ok, yes but..." you reached out and poked him in the the dimple in his cheek. "You didn't say in a 'we should just focus on history instead' way. You said it in a 'you don't want to hear about this' way."
"Well do you? Do you actually like that?""
"Did I not just tell you that Inigo Montoya is the real hero of Princess Bride and not Westley or Buttercup not five minutes ago?"
Eddie stared at you like a deer in the headlights.
Ok. You got him there.
But...but...God...old habits died hard.
How many times had people not given him the time of day when it came to silly little stories and make believe worlds? How many times had the people closest to him not even taken the time to listen?
He'd already been sold on the fact that you weren't just a dream; how could you be real and actually be his dream girl too?
God, it was too good to be true.
Eddie swallowed hard and centered himself back in reality. He was gonna have to salvage this moment before he made a real fool out of himself and asked you to marry him or something. That would be a little too strong for a first date...and a study date, at that.
He grumbled something under his breath.
"'Scuse me? What was that?" you leaned in closer to him.
"It was 10 minutes ago," he spoke up, staring at you matter-of-factly, a fiery challenge in his eyes to hide the fact that he was actively falling for you. "Actually."
You threw your head back in a laugh and slapped the back of your hand against his shoulder.
"You shithead," you cackled. "Ok fine. 10 minutes. Now. How about we actually study for 10 more minutes, and then you can tell me about this...Dungeons and Dragons while we eat ok?"
He happily agreed.
Towards the end of the night, pizza and sodas had been devoured, homework demolished, and Eddie actually felt like he had a shot at getting a decent grade on his next History quiz.
"Alright," he sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. "I think we're done here. A success if I do say so myself. I guess I'll keep you around."
"Keep me?" you quirked an eyebrow at him. "Uh huh, more like, will you please come back and help me study again?"
"Are..." Eddie scoffed. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
"You volunteered!"
"I volunteered for one study date."
"What, so a second one is out of the question?" he asked as he leaned forward and edged into your space.
"Well," you began with an expression that oozed contemplation in an exaggerated fashion. God, you were almost as dramatic as he was.
You were perfect.
"Well, if you're asking me for a second date, Edward? Then the answer is yes."
He clapped his hands together and laughed.
"Haha, see I knew that you couldn't get enough of--"
"But," you stopped him, and he stared, open-mouthed with words half-falling from his lips. "If you're asking me to come back to study? Well, then the second session is gonna cost you."
And he fell for it for a second. Just a split second. He thought that yeah it made sense if he wanted your help, he was gonna have to give something in return.
But then he saw the sly little smile that you were fighting to keep off your lips, saw the adorable little scrunch in your nose that he'd memorized earlier in the night, and the way your fingers fiddled on the couch cushion, as you slowly inched closer to him.
And he understood.
Oh...
"Oh yeah?" He narrowed his eyes at you in faux-suspicion. "Alright...name your price."
"It's not gonna be cheap," you insisted.
"I can pay anything."
"You sure about that?"
"Oh," he leaned closer to you now, volume and timber getting lower the closer he got. "I'm absolutely sure sweetheart."
You bit your lip slyly.
"I think fair market price...is a kiss."
"Just one?" he teased, lips absolutely within smooching distance from yours now.
"Maybe two."
You bit your lip to keep your smile at bay and Eddie had to stop himself from kissing you right then and there.
"Two?! Well," he sighed. "You drive a hard bargain. And who am I to pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime deal?"
"Just a nerd," you whispered against his lips.
"Just a nerd," he repeated, and then slotted his lips right against yours, ending your perfect first date with the perfect first kiss.
Just like on TV.
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