#nerdlab

[amascot]

nerdlab replied to your post “"...Did you just say 'ptooie'?"”

// tbh she’ll just end up being like “you don’t mind if i sit here, do you?” and make his lap her throne just to short-circuit his brain lmao

fred voice: my queen

[amascot]

“The fact that ev’ry time I’m near you n’ you look at me I’m tempted to say ‘be not afraid’ means you’re not a /complete idiot/, you know an angel when you see one.”

“Thank you!”

A glowing pride settled itself across Fred’s countenance, punctuated by hands resting atop his hips. He was rather pleased with himself ( quite pleased, really ). However, a brief pause commenced in which he reviewed Gogo’s exact phrasing; perhaps it was less flattering than he had at first believed.

“Hey — !”

[nerdschoolgenius]

@nerdlab ♥’d for a small starter

          “Wow, is this your new ride?” Tadashi rocked on his toes toward the bike, but didn’t dare touch. “Yooou buy this or build this?”

[amascot]

"...Did you just say 'ptooie'?"

“Yeah!”

Fred glanced over from the television screen glowing with his most recent failure, like a cruel taunt. “Ptooie Plants! Y’know — these evil plants in Mario games!” He gestured to an army of Piranha Plants marching across the screen while sporting the typical red and white spotted mouths with vibrant green stems, yet their power was exacerbated by spiked balls hovering over their monstrous lips.

His head lolling back, a groan of displeasure emitted from deep in his throat. “They keep killing me on this stage!” And to think, Fred had been anticipating the chance to finally play Color Splash, only to be faced by this cruel reality. Video games could be harsh, indeed. “It’s been four hours, Gogo!” He thrust the game controller out to Gogo, fervent pleading evident in his eyes. 

“You try! Just give it one shot!”

[bomba-tea]

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my muse’s opinion of your muse. honey used to fear gogo. she’s terrifying in that way the grand canyon is terrifying. that is to say: awe-inspiring, certainly, and she’s drawn to the beauty of her, but one false move and you’ll plunge to your death. but getting to know gogo, especially as the girl tadashi is really good friends with? completely changed honey’s initial perception, and living with her even more so.

gogo was a natural fit as hiro’s right hand, and after observing her in the field, she’s become…the ideal, in honey’s mind. she’s mostly cool under pressure, is probably the most competent of them all, and keeps everyone’s shit together. she’s level and reasonable, which she appreciates (because her and freddie are softies, and wasabi can let his neuroses get the better of him. gogo’s more balanced). gogo outside of her uniform, though? human hurricane. acerbic, witty, just a little mysterious.

they’re polar opposites (*tswift vc* she wears short skirts, i wear t-shirts). honey thinks gogo is really cool, though (even if she stresses her out sometimes).

my opinion on your muse. i love gogo. she doesn’t put up with a lot, but she’s still deeply caring of the people that are worth their salt. she doesn’t suffer foolishness unless she really cares about you. i vibe with gogo’s intensity, love her color palette AND suit the most, and just—she fuckin’ skates on the field. that’s dope as hell. such a personal aesthetique.

and i love how you write her. you know she’s laconic, but also that she’s way more than that—she has a capacity for softness that many people overlook. she shows it differently, in her gogo branded way, and you really capture that. you’re attentive, and very careful, about how you portray her.

my favorite part about our muse’s interactions. dude, i live for headcanoning their friendship with you. it’s so fun! they have this dynamic that can be occasionally repulse one another like a pair of magnets, and i like exploring that.

i love when honey laughs at gogo’s off color jokes. honey lives vicariously through gogo’s abrupt sense of humor. it constantly surprises honey into graceless snorts.

while she’s maybe not the best at offering the kind of comfort that works on honey, gogo still tries, and when she fails that, she remains a steadying presence. honey appreciates that (when she gets over herself). gogo can be selfless, whether it’s helping honey out of a bad date, offering some advice, or consoling her after she royally screws up. the words may not be what honey wants to hear at the time, but they’re words she needs to internalize and ruminate on. i love each and every one of these moments.

a wish/plot i want to write for our muses. someone gets seriously injured while on patrol (against obake? we just don’t know!) and having to deal with the repercussions of that. bonus if one of them blames themselves for not covering them like they should’ve.

honey plays matchmaker between fred and gogo. >__>

a way your muse has made mine better. one of the things i really appreciate—and i don’t think i’ve ever articulated—is that gogo’s comfort with her own body has made honey way more comfortable in her own skin. like, they hang out half naked in their apartment all the time, but gogo’s got cute panties and bras and honestly? honey never gave that much thought before she moved in. it’s a fun HC, but it’s also…an important one, as honey’s never really felt comfortable enough around another person to kick off her leggings and throw off her cardigans. and, sure, she owns some cute pieces, but she’s never felt confident enough to buy sexy pieces.

and it may sound like a quaint change, but it really isn’t. cute underwear is such a personal confidence booster and one luxury honey never paid much mind to until living with gogo. there’s a lot to learn from the empowerment a cute pair of panties can bring.

[bomba-tea]

i feel like she'd unironically request that her tombstone say this because she's a twee cutesy piece of shit. :') gogo pours one out (one being bubble tea), "you deserved it."

[bomba-tea]

icb honey lemon is dead.