Nov 20, 2025
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Anyways Waterboy wet t-shirt contest my room tonight?? Who said that??
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Robert you are one lucky son of a bitch...
Anyways Waterboy wet t-shirt contest my room tonight?? Who said that??
💜He tried his best💜
Valentine day cuties
Blue ink!
Today is the birthday of my good buddy, @hooter-n-company. If you don't follow her page, make sure to do so 'cuz she's an incredible artist with kickass OC's and is just all around awesome person. In honor of the occasion, I whipped up a mock TW vignette featuring her TW crab boi OC, Taoka. In which Taoka decides to treat the Prefect's birthday to a "lil" birthday dinner.
Spoiler alert: one of these two eats a considerable amount more than the other. :P
I've been doing a lot more mesh modding on Blender these days. Mainly focused on my own OC's, but I've also secretly been working on some models for the OC's of some of my friends. This is one of those that I somehow managed to finish before the main event. XD
Be sure to wish her a very happy birthday! :)
Mid-argument
Enid: *looks away* You know, if you smiled more, people might find you less terrifying
Wednesday: If you smiled less, people might take you more seriously.
Enid: *smirks and looks back at Wednesday* So you think we balance each other out?
Wednesday:
Wednesday: We do not "balance" , we clash violently.
Enid: *takes a big step towards her girlfriend* mhm.. then why do you keep sitting next to me at lunch?
Wednesday: *looks away, trying to hide her slight blush* ...strategic positioning.
Enid: *rolls her eyes* Uh-huh.. strategic blushing too?
Wednesday: *looks at her wide-eyed*
Wednesday: My face is merely... rebelling.
I’m a useless dog, women are so pretty, I’m gonna die
Family football match before bedtime
Heavily inspired by the football match between Japan and the Netherlands (14/06/2026)
Synopsis: Sae was fully prepared to watch the match alone from the screen and critcize Japan. But that's not at all how his night went. Slowly the whole family joined for the hours.
It was 10pm. Sae was hunched over on the couch while staring at the wide screen in front. The moment when nothing else mattered to him other than football. He was someone who lived for football and desired nothing else.
Although this was his personal free time, he didn’t mind the company on occasion. But tonight he was particularly focused.
Naturally, since Japan was playing. Even if he trash-talked the team on a daily basis, he couldn’t deny that it was his home country.
His brows furrowed as the match dragged longer and longer without results. A visible frown clouded his face.
It was half-time when his son stood up and wrapped himself into Sae’s embrace just in time for the break.
“Is papa sad?” the boy asked innocently, and Sae let out an annoyed sigh after making sure his child was comfortable and not close to falling down.
His sighs were not directed at the younger but rather the match’s outcome so far.
“I don’t get sad. They are inadequate, though.” His voice was stern without beating around the bush.
“What’s inadequate? Are they bad?” Sae looked back at the screen and thought for a minute.
“No, but they don’t have the ball enough, and that’s a disadvantage. Without that, they can’t possibly win. They are being lukewarm again.” He spoke objectively, making sure his irk mark stayed under the surface. Still, as you listened from the kitchen, while washing dishes, you noticed. “They are just disappointing in a way.”
You heard the slight change in his rough voice. How he was willing to patiently explain what was going on for his son. Despite this being his sacred time.
To that, the boy with Sae’s eyes nodded and giggled at his father’s dismissive commentary. It was only a slight matter of time before his daughter also joined.
“Daddy, play with me.” But her voice slowly quieted as she saw the situation. “Never mind, you are watching TV.”
Your son almost opened his mouth when the girl climbed up to the two and also started watching. She found the sport wearying. It was just men running around. The only time she could sit through it was when her daddy was playing.
“You don’t even like football.” Sae stared at her. She only shrugged and snuggled closer. “Are you two only here to cling to me?” Sae complained. But inside, he smiled slightly.
Silence followed until you placed a bowl of snacks on the table. “Don’t judge them; you aren’t even home most of the time.” You hid your smirk.
Sae rolled his eyes sarcastically. “What a loving wife I have.”
“Just honest.” The kids laughed at your retort.
Your son begged you to join while pulling his blanket closer. Sae protested that you find it monotonous, not to mention how cold it was right now.
Regardless, you agreed and sat next to Sae, who put his arm around your waist. He leaned down and whispered, taking his eyes off the screen for a minute, “But if you get cold, go back to the bedroom.” A softness came from his voice that he would otherwise deny. “I don’t mind if you fall asleep either.” Though his voice was a touch perturbed. As if saying, ‘I have no idea how you could fall asleep on football.’
The minutes passed by fast, and Japan started making better plays. Sae’s features didn’t lighten, but he kept his complaints inside. That was already an accomplishment in itself.
When the match ended, you were already peacefully sleeping on Sae’s chest. On the other side, your son was also slowly dozing off, but your daughter looked quite content. Although bored out of her mind.
After the match turned out as a draw, he ushered the children to bed, saying he wouldn’t ever carry them inside. The excuse: They have their own legs; they can use them.
“Can I watch with you again tomorrow?” The latter spoke quietly. Sae chuckled as he turned the TV off, leaving only the street lights to penetrate through the curtains. He nodded and picked the girl up. “Did you enjoy it?” He sighed.
The girl nodded enthusiastically. He squinted his eyebrows, although he didn’t understand how she could enjoy the match this much. That, in his opinion, was basic at best.
“But daddy and his team are better.” She admitted quietly after a second.
“That’s true.” His slightly smug expression appeared. Back on the couch, a soft yawn grabbed their attention. “Let’s get you two to bed.” The father said and picked up the yawning boy into his other arm.
In about 10 minutes, he was back in the living room. He was closing the windows and covering them with the curtains when you sat up sleepily. “Go to bed, I’ll follow later.” The neutral and nonchalant tone filled the atmosphere.
“Who won?” He scoffed at your question, “It’s a draw.” You acknowledged and were ready to stand up when you fell black down tiredly.
“I won't carry you, so get yourself together.” He dismissed.
“You are too nice," Sae smirked to himself. “Actually, yeah, just think about how many fingers you had to move each day when you were pregnant.” Not even one. “I’m not doing it again.” He said with a haughty attitude, but as much of a contradiction as he was, he took your hands in his and led you upstairs.
He, in fact, did not carry you. But in his world, helping you up and dragging you carefully was practically the same.