#have some dorks

[twooboomoomoo]

More art because I can't sleep. Featuring best boy Laurie and his bf Auberon!

[2pswedensgooglehistory]

Do you like fire? Pyromania seems to be a running theme among the 2ps, I've noticed.

“But no, I’m not a pyromaniac. Much prefer water. And I can’t think of any 2ps who are off the top of my head.”

[hexusproductions]

PolyEd Valentine

Summary: Editor has a surprise for Polyblank Author’s Note: I literally wrote this in 15 minutes

“Did you look in the last box?”

“What?”

“Did you look in the last box?” The Editor repeated, currently locked in a glass case like some kind of figurine (don’t ask). Polyblank looked at the antagonist with a confused frown. He turned to look at the last box of equipment for their latest competition, unopened due to Polyblank managing to get the jump on Editor before then. Polyblank walked over to it slowly, fairly sure there was nothing to worry about but at the same time still cautious. Editor had his hands pressed against the glass, watching intently. Polyblank looked back over his shoulder to give Editor a questioning look.

“Go on…” Editor prompted, stifling a smile. He looked like he was also stifling his excitement, which really didn’t reassure Polyblank all that much. The spy looked back to the box. That was all he did for a second, look at it, trying to discern the trap inside. Then he poked it with one of his numerous cardboard hands.

“Oh for God’s sake.” Editor exclaimed, with the soft thunk of his head hitting the glass wall in front of him. Polyblank dropped the cardboard arm and frowned again, before he gripped the box’s flaps and pulled them open.

Nothing. There was nothing in the box, not even a cream pie to shoot out and hit him in the face like in a cartoon.

Polyblank’s brow furrowed and he tilted the box towards him, unable to believe it after all of Editor’s insistence to pen it. He shook the box, and that was when he noticed the piece of paper taped to the bottom. Pulling it out, he realised that it was a card, and the tape was to secure a roll of candy hearts to it. Polyblank’s jaw went slack as he turned the card around to look at the front – a large pink heart with the words ‘I’m sweet on you’ in gold cursive – and then opened it to look in the inside.

‘This challenge should be an easy one. Be my Valentine?’

Polyblank’s eyes were wide as he read over the card a second time, slowly turning back around to look at the Editor. The antagonist had a wide smile across his face, that stupid, adorable smile. Polyblank just stared at him, and Editor faltered.

“Well?” He almost sounded nervous. Polyblank glanced at the card on more time and then back to Editor.

Then he smiled, and he nodded.

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Additions

They have the twins, and Barca - it's time, really, for one more addition.

Pure, unrepentant fluff. I wrote this before I went for my Lasik touchup, and then... forgot to post it. Oops.Good job Cass. Short, sweet, teeth-rotting fluff - dedicated to the wonderful @wafflesrock16 - have some fluff of our dorks, and thank you so, so much for being such an awesome friend and listening to me gripe while I’ve been down the last week ♥

Big thanks to @kittenkakt for betaing ♥ Also on A3O under Not Quite Gone.

Lily is in a decidedly good mood when Tiberius gets home, humming as she tucks Barca into bed and bends to press a kiss to his forehead - grinning at the quiet little purr the touch elicits from her son.

The twins are already snoring away on the other side of the room, sleeping back-to-back as they tend to do, and she crosses over and gives each of them a quick kiss, too, feeling more then lucky, surrounded by her little family.

A family that’ll be growing, soon. She thinks, smile widening again as she steps out of the room and lets the door close softly behind her, heading for where she can hear her husband moving around in the kitchen. Barca’s three years old, now… we’re ready, I think.

She’d never planned on having a family at all, really - not with the disaster that had been her first marriage, or then sincerely assuming she was about to die on the Citadel - yet here she is, married to a wonderful man, with adopted twins and a beautiful cheir son, happier than she can remember ever having been.

Life just doesn’t get any better than this.

Tiberius has just settled into one of the chairs at their breakfast bar when she enters the room, mandibles flicking outward at the sight of her and one arm stretching out invitingly. “Hello, my Orchid.” he purrs, folding his arms around her when she crawls into his lap, nuzzling her happily, “I missed you.”

“Welcome home.” she hums, snuggling comfortably against him, sighing in content as his warmth and scent envelops her, “A week is too damn long, Tibs - the kids missed you, too.”

“I missed you all.” he bends his head to nuzzle against her throat, nipping gently at her skin, “Did I miss anything?”

“Well…” Lily let’s her hands wander up, playing over the back of his head and the ends of his fringe, “My appointment was today.”

“Your-” Tiberius straightens then, concern lacing his sub-vocals, “Is everything okay? What did they say?”

Lily grins sweetly, taking one of his hands in hers to play with his talons for a moment, then drawing it lower to press against her still flat belly. “Everything’s fine - it took, Tibs. Both myself and the baby are healthy, so far.”

There’s a burst of emotion from his subvocals, a low sort of keen escaping him as he draws her in closer, keeping his hand pressed over her belly even as he hugs her tightly.

“That’s - oh, Spirits, Lily - this is… “

“You’re going to be a father, Tibs, again.” Lily hums, stroking his head affectionately, “To a little girl, this time. Hope you’re ready.”

Tiberius only hums, his song spinning out of his chest to wrap around them as he pulls back, mandibles flared as he rests his forehead against hers.

“I can’t wait.” he says, honestly.

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A Tinselly, Glittery Time

Merry Christmas! Have a very short ficlet of domestic christmas fluff. 

1k~

AO3

The floor creaked loudly under Dean’s badly placed footstep, and he stopped - his heart beating faster as he listened for any sound that would signal he’d been heard. A few moments passed, and when he didn’t hear rustling anywhere in the house, he let out the breath he’d been holding and continued slowly onwards.

Once he made it past the wooden floorboards in the hallway, he’d be in the all-clear.

Dean tiptoed past the closet door and made his way over the threshold into the living room without another incident, and paused to stare at the Christmas tree.

It was probably the most beautiful tree he’d decorated so far, as he’d been meticulous in the placement of each ornament and strand of tinsel - to the point where he was sure it looked like a tree from a goddamn magazine.

Phase one complete, he thought as he honed in on the presents under the tree, a satisfied smirk creeping onto his face.

And just for the hell of it, Dean brought his hands together into the shape of a gun, going full Charlie’s Angels as he crept towards the boxes wrapped in glittering, shiny paper.

Cracking his knuckles, Dean gingerly sat down next to the tree, pulling out the one package whose perfect wrapping was marred with with DO NOT OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS, DEAN in large black letters on the front.

Dean shook his head as he smiled and began slowly peeling the scotch tape from the paper, careful not to tear anything and keeping note of how the paper was folded together.

He’d have to mimic the wrapping exactly if he didn’t want to get caught.

The paper came off easily enough, and Dean set it aside as he studied the solid brown-colored box in front of him.

Damn.

It could be anything.

Dean whipped out his pocket knife and slid it down the taped flaps, nearly vibrating in anticipation when he finally had the present in the last stages of unwrapping.

A new radio. It had to be, right? Yes. Final answer. It was probably a new radio.

He pulled the flaps open, and he had a split second of confusion when he looked into the box to see some sort of mechanical device he didn’t recognize - before he heard a small click, and a generous amount of rainbow glitter was launched directly into his face faster than he could dodge.

Dean had unfortunately been inhaling as the glitter bomb went off, and started coughing his lungs out and wiping at his face in a desperate attempt to de-glitterfy it.

“Have we learned our lesson yet?”

Dean spun around, rainbow specks flaking off in all directions as he moved, and saw Castiel leaning against the threshold into the living room in his pyjamas with his arms crossed against his chest and an eyebrow raised.

“Cas -” Dean paused to cough some more. “Dude, what the hell?”

“The box clearly said not to open it,” Castiel said with a shrug. “And you do this every year. It was bound to catch up with you one of these Christmases.”

“How long -” Dean coughed some more,  “How long were you standing there?”

Castiel’s eyebrow raised even higher as he unfolded his arms and mimicked Dean’s attempt at a badass finger gun from a few minutes before.

“I can’t believe you fucking glitterbombed me.” Dean complained as he attempted to wipe the rainbow out of his eyes, with only mild success. He narrowed his eyes when he saw a wry smile creep onto his boyfriend’s face, to form a look of approximately zero regrets.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, that glitter looks amazing on you.”

Dean pursed his lips as he looked Castiel up and down and eventually quirked an eyebrow at him.

“What?” Castiel asked, cocking his head to the side.

Dean’s smile grew almost feral as he stared him down.

“What are you -”

Dean stood up.

“Dean,” Castiel said, understanding and despair taking ahold of his voice as he reached out a hand in a stopping motion. “Dean, no. Don’t you dare.”

Dean started chuckling as he took a few steps forwards, glitter falling off him like rain.

Castiel began to back up, shaking his head.

“This is your punishment, not mine! Stop - ” Castiel turned and tried to flee down the hallway as Dean lunged forward. It only took a few steps before he had his arms wrapped around Castiel’s broad chest and had his glitter-covered face buried into Castiel’s shirt.

“Dean!” Castiel protested, trying to escape and failing. “These are my good pyjamas!”

“And now they’re your fabulous pyjamas,” Dean said with a laugh, turning Castiel around once he had accepted the inevitable and crouching down slightly to begin nuzzling his face against Castiel’s neck, spreading the glitter as far as he could.

Castiel groaned and exhaled a long, drawn-out sigh before resting his chin on the top of Dean’s head.

“You’re the worst, you know that?” Castiel murmured affectionately.

Dean straightened up so that he stood at eye level and placed a glittery kiss on Castiel’s lips.

“Yep. But here’s a question for you, Cas,” Dean said, smiling as he reached up and plucked a single strand of silver tinsel from his hair. “How’d you get this on you?”

Castiel glanced at the tinsel, and cleared his throat loudly.

“Must have been from the Christmas tree,” he mumbled, obviously avoiding eye contact as he extracted himself from Dean’s arms.

“Mmmhmm,” Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows and watching Castiel open the hall closet door. “You’re sure it has nothing to do with the tinsel trap I put in your present this year?”

Castiel grabbed the vacuum from inside the closet and shoved it roughly into Dean’s hands as he rolled his eyes, but there was a distinct pink tint to his cheeks.

“Let’s just clean up the glitter, Dean.”  

Dean’s laughter died as he turned around and viewed just how much of a mess the glitter bomb had made. The rainbow sparkles were scattered over most of their living room floor and had been tracked into the hallway, though the latter was for good reason.

“This vacuum isn’t gonna do shit against glitter, Cas.” Dean muttered, shaking his head solemnly. “We’re gonna be in glitter hell for the rest of our lives.”

Dean felt Castiel press a kiss to his temple.

“And there’s no one else I’d rather be there with,” Castiel said, and flipped the vacuum on.

[sevi007]

So I was wondering how exactly Nighteye’s and All Might’s teamwork looked back then – would Nighteye predict the fight beforehand and inform All Might so that he could prepare accordingly, now knowing the enemies quirk? Or, more likely, would they communicate via some sort of headset during the missions, and Nighteye would predict what would happen next, so that All Might could react a second before it really happens?

The second option seemed more likely to me, with Nighteye giving orders and directions via the headset and All Might following through. And then I thought – oh dear, how will that look when Izuku and Nighteye should ever start working together? They are not really on friendly terms yet. Nighteye would probably be snarky and condescending half of the time.

I don’t know, like:

“Can you move a little bit faster at least?”

“I’m already moving as fast as I can!”

“Well… I seem to keep forgetting that you’re not nearly as strong as All Might...”

“How can you keep predicting and insulting me at the same time, Nighteye-san?!”

“I am capable of multitasking.”

“Ugh…!”

Don’t know, but I already find that funny again. Especially when imagining Mirio in the background, shaking his head at the bickering pair while he grins to himself.

Scratch "Hear me roar", I headcanon those two as "Hear me bicker"

[alive-not--dead]

Into the Underground (w/rehtxm)

One of these days, the twins were going to wake up in a safe, secure spot without having to worry about each other ever again. Today was not that day. Danny looked up groggily, laying face-down and spread eagle in a pile of flowers. He pulled off his welding goggles, looking around the dark cavern. "Sam, you seein' this? Sam?" No reply came from the motionless twin also face down in the flowers. With a grunt of irritation, Danny slapped his brother in the back of the head. "Wake up you turd!" "Five mo' minutes...my everything hurts..." "Well no duh, mine does too. Get up, you gotta see this." With both of them finally up, they were wowed by the enormous cavern they were in. They'd never seen anything like it in their lives. But little did they know, they weren't alone. The loud crash of them in all their armor and of the big machinegun Sam was carrying MUST'VE alerted someone. @rehtxm

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