knight in red sneakers

Kira, pan and NB, 30lvl. Multifandom. Here you can find: some headcanons, handmade, fanfics, art reblogs and personal stuff. You're welcome!

[escuerzoresucitado]

[asskylosaurus]

You know I turned on the sound just to help me understand what was going on and I guess it was exactly what it looked like.

[geeoharee]

Ooh! Spot the industrial safety device! The worker has to press a 'stab the cheese' button with both hands. This is because if they're doing that, neither of their hands can be within the cheese stabbing zone.

[thetablestspoon]

This cheese is being stabbed safely

[oddarette]

Ah the rare teacup spill nail. They don’t live very long because it’s difficult to hold their shape. They sure are beautiful though.

[spicymochi]

jake the puppy

[spicymochi]

jake the puppy and bmo!

[redarmyscreaming]

Hertella Auto Kaffeemachine. This Dash-Mounted Coffee Maker Is Likely the Rarest Volkswagen Accessory.

[the-real-numbers-deactivated202]

Getting into a KarAkciddent and splashing 3 cups of FükkenScälden all over myself

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Young adult Pacifica! A working woman! I know she still looks small, but she's just a short queen. And she's got a fuller figure now (Greasy's has introduced her to the magic of Carbs ✨)

[syrusinthedust]

After the idol awards, Rumi thanks Mira and Zoey for sparing her life.

They do not react well to this.

[gveret-fic]

“Hey, so, I,” Rumi says haltingly, “I never said thank you.”

“Mm? For what?” Zoey puts down her notebook and straightens up from where she’d been lounging on the bed.

Rumi looks kind of embarrassed. She rolls a lock of Zoey’s hair between forefinger and thumb. This should be good. “Oh, like. You know.” Rumi laughs ruefully. “Deciding to spare me. That day.”

Mira is still trying to connect the dots—spare what? Which day?—when she sees Zoey’s face fall. It’s like looking at a rapidly progressing chemical reaction and trying to figure out what it is before it’s done. And then the momentum catches up with her, too, and her blissful ignorance goes splat.

“Rumi,” Mira says in her most dangerous voice. “Tell me you are not fucking talking about the fucking Idol Awards.”

Rumi doesn’t look cowed. She looks petulant. “You specifically said we could talk about it.”

“Didn’t I also fucking say not to fucking apologize again?”

“I’m not apologizing! I’m saying thank you!” Rumi says indignantly. “I mean it. I know not everybody would have. I think most people wouldn’t. I think… it just feels very special to me, that you did.”

“Special?” Mira feels like she's been stabbed. “It’s special that we didn’t fucking murder you where you stood?”

Rumi flinches, and Mira feels like the biggest fucking asshole, kicking puppies who don’t even think they deserve to live. 

But this kicked dog really, really dislikes losing arguments, and she’s never seen a hill she’s unwilling to—to—build a home and live to old age on. “It wouldn’t have been murder,” Rumi says primly. “‘Execution’ would be more accurate.” 

Mira can feel the blood rushing to her head. “Oh wow, should we pull out the fucking dictionary?”

“You’d only have been doing your duty. It should’ve been your first instinct, actually.”

“Sorry, are you scolding me right now for not skewering you through the stomach like kkochi?”

“Well, given your extensive training, it would’ve been reasonable to expect—”

“Will you shut up about the fucking training, you’re not—”

“Mira,” Zoey murmurs, and her hand is wrapped loosely around Mira’s wrist; has been, Mira realizes with a guilty jolt, throughout most of this conversation.

Mira purses her mouth and looks away. She feels abruptly on the edge of tears. But Rumi’s still going.

“I am a demon. I am. There is exactly one category of person you are supposed to kill, and I am in it.” Her back is straight, her face clear. It’s so incongruous, hearing her say these awful things, sitting on Zoey’s bed, wearing her trains-and-teddy-bears PJs. “But you didn’t. So I just wanted you to know that I am grateful, that’s all.”

Mira has nothing to say. If she opens her mouth right now, she will either scream or cry.

Zoey comes to her rescue, her knight in baggy sportswear. “Rumi,” she says gently, “have you ever considered that maybe you don’t deserve to die just for looking kind of scary?”

Rumi grimaces. “It’s not just that, Zoey, you know that. My voice can hurt the Honmoon. I could be a danger to the safety of the whole world. I was.”

“No you fucking weren’t,” Mira snaps. “You saved it. You made it better.” 

Zoey nods. “You make things better, Rumi.”

But Rumi is shaking her head. “There was no way to tell. When I was a baby—”

“Great! Now we should be killing babies.”

“I didn’t say that,” Rumi hedges. “But I am grateful to Celine, too. She—”

“Will you stop being fucking grateful!” Mira’s heart is racing. She’s going to pick a fight. “You think you’re only alive by the grace of our benevolence, is that it?”

Rumi meets her eyes, and says plainly, “Yes.”

Mira barrels on. It’s nothing she hadn’t expected. “Wanna repay your debts, then?”

Rumi visibly balks at that. Mira wants to strangle her. Wants to wrap her in the world’s most careful hug. Wants to lay on top of her and tuck every limb around her and never let her get back up. 

“Gonna be costly,” Mira warns her.

Predictably, Rumi firms. The little shit cannot resist a challenge. She nods resolutely.

“Great. Let’s start with this. Repeat after me: ‘I, Ryu Rumi’,” Mira directs.

Rumi squints suspiciously, but dutifully repeats, “I, Ryu Rumi.”

“‘Am not.’”

“Am not,” Rumi parrots.

“‘Fucking expendable.’”

Rumi stares at her, mouth hanging open. Of course she can’t say it.

“‘The people who love me are not doing me a favor by not hurting me,’” Mira continues pointedly.

Zoey’s hand slides down to interlace with Mira’s. “‘It’s reasonable for me to expect to be treated with the same care and consideration I consistently show others.’”

“‘Carrying the potential for danger, much like every other fucking person on the planet, doesn’t make me a liability.’”

“‘Plus, I’m really fucking hot,’” says Zoey. Mira loves her so fucking much it’s insane.

She plays along. “‘I am slowly expanding my wardrobe beyond three shirts and one sweater.’”

“‘I admit to sneakily eating the last kkwabaegi.’”

“‘I am not as good as Mira at Mario Kart.’”

“‘I have terrible taste in foreign movies.’”

“‘My guitar collection is medium-sized.’” Rumi gasps indignantly at that one.

“‘I am a pleasure to have in the polycule,’” is Zoey’s next contribution, which prompts Mira to go for the jugular.

“‘I am deeply, sincerely, passionately loved.’”

Rumi’s perfect posture crumples. She lets out a noise somewhere between wounded seal and affectionate tiger. And then she’s barreling into the two of them.

“Sorry. Sorry,” she mumbles as she grabs at them, squeezing them firmly in the inescapable vise of her arms. She burrows her face in, rubbing her cheek over Zoey’s hair, Mira’s cheek. “I love you too.”

Mira shifts her position so she can spread out her legs and wrap them loosely around both of her girls, penning them in. Zoey squeezes her hand and reaches out to stroke over Rumi’s face with a thumb, following the stripe bisecting her eyebrow. Rumi makes a shockingly endearing whuffling sound and nuzzles into her palm.

“Stop being grateful for things you should take for granted, okay?” Zoey says, voice low.

“And if you don’t know what you’re supposed to take for granted—which I know you fucking don’t—ask, and we’ll tell you.”

“Here’s a freebie: number one is ‘not being brutally dismembered by the corporeal manifestation of your lovers’ souls’.”

Rumi lets out a soggy laugh. “Okay. Yeah.”

“Yeah? Sure you don’t need to repeat that one a few dozen times?”

Rumi huffs out another soft laugh, then takes a deep breath. She lifts her chin, and says, with her pitch perfect diction, “I am not expendable.”

“Damn straight,” says Zoey.

Mira sighs, lets her forehead drop onto Rumi’s firm, lovely, rounded shoulder. “Okay,” she breathes, affection and relief and sticky, lingering anxiety. “That’s a good start.” 

[nongunktional]

best typo ive ever made i think

reblog if you feep stupid

[nongunktional]

spose we're all feeping stupid today

[blenselche]

[kiradillinger]

Oh my Glob this is so awesome

[patientno7]

my humor 2016

[patientno7]

happy 3 year anniversary of wheeze man

[rubinaito-inactive]

Finally, the original has crossed my dash.

[lavena]

@strangezeroz welcome to tumblr where the app decides when you can be gifted with the sight of og memes, you cannot look for these yourself via the search engine, you won’t find them, you have to wait to be gifted them

[miss-nerd-alert]

For those of you who might be new here, Tumblr has no algorithm, legendary memes are brought to your dash by mutuals like pet cats bringing you dead birds.

[jadequarze]

Fun little comic doodles based on @unicyclehippo amazing and funny post

[dailymarvelheroes]

get you a man who can do both

[nitramaraho]

one of my patients came in for an emergency visit, because she snapped the wire on her retainer watching the movie when MBJ took his shirt off she clenched her teeth so fucking hard she snapped it. that is the fucking funniest shit ever to me this tiny 17 year old girl thirsting so goddamn hard she busted steel

[crystalitesummerstar]

Y'all, it gets better. She found out.

[buzzfeed]

We interviewed her, obviously.

[buzzfeed]

update:

[rainbowselfies]

[blvckgeezus]

Such a developing story.

[pastdueeverything]

I love this story

[athenadcvell]

This was a wild ride from start to finish

[gambit-of-a-small-rabbit-deacti]

I know I say this a lot, But this is one of the best things on this website

[nitramaraho]

Sophia is currently doing great in college, and I still get about one kid a month in the office who asked if this really happened.

[demigoddessqueens]

I found it!! The original post!!

[barblaz-arts]

There's this variety series where idols call family(or friends) to make them say "I love you" and I just thought, whew! Huntrix would be the worst guests for that lmao

(let's pretend some sort of mix up happened and management didn't realize Huntrix showing up there would be a baaad idea)

Mira's phone call is based on Gowon from Loona's phone call with her own brother btw. So I take no credit for how fucking funny that was.

[toastoat]

“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”

[ironicbaking]

i thought this was me at first and i was really confused

[toastoat]

omg hi

[cinnamonfreckles5]

WE’RE MULTIPLYING

[jetliners]

uhhhhhhh

[boota]

hey

[movedtowerescientist]

I FINALLY FOUND IT

[bristolbrane-deactivated2020061]

Found what?

[movedtowerescientist]

This Legendary post

[pumpedupscribbles-deactivated20]

This post is a gem and you have to reblog it or else you lose it

[personano133-deactivated2019060]

Someone confirm that these are all different people.

[gayfaggot-deactivated20210126]

it’s here it’s on my dash!!

[sti1es]

seeing ancient tumblr posts in the flesh rather than in screenshots has the same energy as seeing an infamous relic in a museum for the first time

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[nonsensology]

I was still in an Oz mood, so I finally got around to drawing my Wizard of Oz AU for GF (I nicknamed it Emerald Falls). I've had this idea for a long time, after realizing that Stan fits incredibly well as the morally grey character of the Wizard himself. While the Wizard does become a sort of helpful uncle figure who learns real magic in the later Oz books, judging him solely on his appearance in the first book alone, he does a lot of questionable things that make it perfectly understandable why adaptations like Wicked choose to portray him as a villain. Also, I'm amused by the idea of Stan stressing himself out pretending to be the ruler of a fairy country.

In addition, there is:

Ford as the lost Prince Ozma, based on Princess Ozma (Ford's journals also take the place of the Silver Shoes / Ruby Slippers)

Dipper as a combination of Dorothy Gale and Ojo the Unlucky

Mabel as Scraps the Patchwork Girl

Fiddleford as a combination of the Scarecrow and Jack Pumpkinhead

Soos as Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman

Wendy as the Lion (not so much cowardly in this version, but rather secretly stressed out like in canon)

Waddles as Toto

Axolotl as Lurline the Fairy Queen

Melody as the Good Witch of the North

Jheselbraum as Glinda the Good Witch of the South (in the original Oz books, Glinda has a magic Book of Records that instantly records everything that happens in the world)

Pacifica as Princess Langwidere

Gideon as the Wicked Warlock of the West

Gnomes as the winged monkeys

Bill as the Gnome King, which I changed to the Troll King in this AU to avoid confusion with the monkey gnomes

Bill's henchmaniacs as Whimsies, Growleywogs, and Phanfasms. It's not entirely clear in my drawing, but in this AU they would appear to be made of rock, gems, and lava. I imagine they would move like how the gnomes were depicted in Disney's Return to Oz in creepy claymation.

[bunjywunjy]

occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

egg

[wraether]

i drew it

[monstrousregiment2-deactivated2]

hey I hope you dont mind I also painted your egg

[kiunlo]

i also painted the egg hope that's ok

[yellow-cat]

i heard we were painting egg?

[rhube]

I love how this shows how real artists drawing a thing aren't just representing the thing, but showing you what THEY found beautiful in it.

[geodethecrow]

hope I'm not too late to paint egg! watercolors :)

[pipsqueaks-human-errors]

i too have drawn the egg

[sketchyelvenasss]

[kamil-a]

heres my egg

[escuerzoresucitado]

[huffylemon]

[huffylemon]

an important addition

[william-snekspeare]

creacher

[semutamusic]