It Is Saturday

So I did it.

I succumbed to that shidge writing itch that you guys threw poison ivy on because this is something we all want and need apparently

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The hardest thing that Takashi Shirogane had to do was get out of bed.

Not to say that he was sinking into depression and couldn’t arise, no, it was the exact opposite. His bed, their bed, was one of the safest and most comforting places he’d ever known, thanks most in part to his tiny female partner, and it was a daily struggle to convince himself to depart from it. He and Pidge had owned their cozy apartment nearing a year now, and the slab of mattress and tangled sheets that they rested on had become the most intoxicating setting in his home. There were days were they opted to stay in place for hours, only leaving to make food or bathroom runs and returning to collapse in the other’s arms and the sea of blankets. It was hard to leave because she was there, because they had comforted each other from the memories of the war there, because every good day, shit day, and night of love always ended in each other’s arms, on the bed.

But some days were harder than the rest.

The setting was always the same, posing the exact challenge it had for a while now; dark grey sheets that lay crinkled up between them, olive comforter sprawled around the two in uneven heaps of worn fabric. Her sleeping form was bundled up next to him, clinging at the arms that encircled her torso, head turned to the one that used it as a pillow. The rest of the bed seemed freezing in comparison to her, though with the pair’s legs tangled together and huddled figures smashed together, her presence chased off any remaining cold of the perimeter around him. Blinding sunlight poured from the gaps in the blinds, sloshing golden light inside the room in bouncing parallel strips.

Blinking into the realm of reality, Shiro instinctively tightened his grip on the woman in his arms, burying his nose in her curled, unruly hair with slow, fatigued movements. The sleeping Pidge made not a move besides the rising and falling of her sides, comfortably conforming to the ‘big spoon’ behind her. His senses were then filled with bright brown hair, blinding sunlight, and the scent of vanilla and burnt carbon as he was once again tempted by the thought of staying where he was for the remainder of the day.

Sighing, he blew her caramel curls away from his mouth, fingers knotting at his t-shirt that draped over her lithe frame. ‘Is showing up at a Garrison meeting really worth getting up from this? What day even is it?’

After a minute or two of contemplation, Shiro groaned and shifted away from the woman he loved, lifting the covers and throwing his legs over the bedframe, running a hand through his white-stained forelock. His muscles stung, the ache the familiar, momentary one that only existed because he had moved. Though the apartment’s heater tried its best, he shivered-everything was like ice compared to her. With a final shake, he made a move to heave himself up-

-until dull nails tickled one of the scars on his back.

As soon as his head spun, he met the soft, squinted gaze of Pidge’s honey eyes. Her arm extended out to him, hand blindly groping at any clutchable surface that he retained, eventually finding his prosthetic and then latching onto the metallic limb. She peeled her lips apart, blinking tiredly; her dreams must’ve been somewhat peaceful, then, as she wasn’t automatically running at full speed.

“..ome back to bed,” She offered, eyebrows kneading together and gentle smile painting itself on her soft, freckled features. She squeezed the bridge between his neck and shoulder, her other hand finding the parallel spot within a matter of seconds. The plea scratched at his resolve, itching and tugging at his head because damn just staying home today sounded really good.

He exhaled a quiet, desperate laugh and leaned over, pecking her nose. “I have to go.”

“..iot.”

“Hmm?”

Her freckled arms flung out and grabbed his shoulders, yanking him down over her lanky form and forcing him to catch himself out of instinct, the pair close enough to where their noses brushed together. Tangled hair guarded the tops of her half-lidded eyes, bottom lip jutting out and completing her pouty appearance. Pidge maneuvered her hands to press against the sides of his face, shaking it gently with every word.

“It. Is. Saturday.”

“Oh.”

Shiro’s elbows gave way, the fatigued super-soldier of a man succumbing to her earlier plea and falling onto the lanky, warm form of his partner, forcing his arms around her through the mass of sheets and digging his nose against her neck. She laughed softly, the sound tickling his chest as the past Green Paladin roamed Shiro's shoulders, the two now glued together by method of awkward cuddling. The cold was now longer felt, and the soft heartbeat in the chest under his own was loud enough to become a lullaby and lure him back to the realm of sleep, clinging onto the woman beneath him all the while.

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Soudam Week: Day 2 - Royalty

And yes, this was inspired by that one vine. It more crack than anything, but hopefully it makes you laugh ;)

A quality all good princesses must possess is patience.

But Sonia was running out of that real quick.

Let’s see if we can explain the situation a little better hm? The Princess of the grand kingdom of Noselic was world renowned for inspirational and calming presence. But, what most people didn’t know, is that he actually had close ties to the infamous vampiric Count Tanaka Gundam, and the feared sea pillaging pirate Souda Kazuichi. Both men who were dear and valued friends to the young princess. If only there was one increasingly...irksome problem.

Souda was in love with Gundham.

At first he had a rather worrying attachment to Sonia herself, but that sorted itself out with time and many balls that pushed the two together. And now Souda was almost a constant pining, worrying mess. A far cry from the once innovative and thrill-seeking seafarer. She cared for the pirate, she really did, but enough was enough.

“Yes, yes Souda I know that Gundham is very cool, and that you’ve never really thought about him in this was before. But what are you going to about it? With these affections?”

“Wh-What? Me?!” Had Sonia not had proper etiquette and manners drilled into her from a young age, she would’ve smacked the upside of Kazuichi’s head from being so dense at times. Honestly, a princess could only take so mu-

“A-Actually Princess...I-I’ve had this plan in my h-head for quite awhile now…” Oh?

Now Sonia was listening.

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Sonia immediately regretted listening.

The plan had made sense the first time she heard it, but now, during the execution of it...She suddenly wished she had tuned out Souda that day. Just how was Gundham supposed to fall for this? So pardon her language but...

This was beyond stupid.

How could she have ever agreed to this? Oh curse the allure of matchmaking! The plan Souda had proposed went like this; Him and his pirate crew would fake her kidnapping, sending a ransom note to Gundham in the hopes that he’d come and save his friend. It was then and there that Souda planned to confess. In theory, it should’ve worked.

In theory.

But here Sonia was, falsely tied to the main sail post of Souda’s ship the “S.S Hope’s Peak.” Waiting the the supposed “hero” to show up. Sonia’s sharp toothed friend only growing more and more sullen with every passing minute. And, while his pining did push Sonia to her wits end every now and then, he was still a very dear friend to her. So his misery was her misery!

“Just give him a few more minutes Souda, maybe he got...caught up?”

“Humph, yeah ri-“

“HALT FIEND! Prepare to face the ultimate wrath of the Supreme Overlord of Ice, the Great Gundham Tanaka! Tremble in petrified fear mor-Tamer of Automatons?”

And just as Souda’s depressed grumble left his mouth, Gundham appeared. Galloping gallantly up to the decked battleship on a hellishly ferocious horse. But for all Gundam’s bravado, he was still rendered speechless by the scene.

Not that Sonia could blame him.

She was tied to a post. Souda had already dropped his sword. Hajime was trying his best to play along even as a nearby seagull tried to peck at his large spike of hair. Nagito was currently torn between helping his boyfriend and wondering if trash like him should even interfere. Akane was asleep on the deck. And who knows where Ibuki was. All and all, it was chaos. So much so that the Novoselic Princess was both surprised and thankful that nothing had caught on fire.

Yet.

But chaos, as it were, delighted the vampiric count. So it came as no surprise to Sonia when Gundam started laughing hysterically. But it certainly came as a surprise for poor Souda.

“W-Wha? Why are you laughin’?! This is serious!” Had the situation not have been spiraling out of control so rapidly, Sonia would’ve giggled and the bright blush that quickly overtook Souda’s face along with a fussy pout. It was hard work to hold back the urge to take charge of the situation, but the princess restrained herself. No.

She trusted Souda.

“And why, pray tell, is the scene before me so dire?” In a fluroush is his long black cape, Gundham dismounted the massive dark beast. Walking right up the dock were he gazed above him at Souda. With such a look in eyes that Sonia immediately knew that this outlandish plan would both work and was largely unnecessary.

Still, at least it’d be entertaining.

“B-Because I’m taking Miss Sonia away!” Oh...Oh he shouldn’t have said that. All at once any cheerful air that Gundham may have had around him evaporated. The Four Dark Devas of Destruction starting to peak out of their commander’s scarf to see what was all the commotion for. Oh. Oh no…

Jealousy was not a good look on the Overlord of Ice.

“Oh? I had thought that you had broken such a frivolous illusion long ago Sharp Toothed One.” Great, now Gundhan thought that Souda still had feelings for her! Oh this was getting ridiculous! Wriggling her shoulders, Sonia was just about ready to call this whole charade off and just order the two to confess when-

“You’ll never have her!”

“And why is that you pathetic mortal?!”

“Because I love you!”

Silence. Heart-wrenching, spine-tingling silence. Sonia’s innards twisting at the sight of Souda’s face. Eyes cast down, clinging to the wooden planks in front of him like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His face dyed such a brilliant shade of red that it made that vibrant head of pink hair seem pale. With those dear, intelligent eyes glossing over with embarrassed tears. Desperately, Sonia looked toward to Gundham.

Finding him in a complete state of shock.

Bandaged arms limp at his sides. Mismatched eyes wide and staring. Jaw hanging open as the sea breeze made his cape and scarf flutter around his frozen body. Sonia darted her green eyes between the two. From tearful Souda to shell shocked Gundham. Just waiting for someone to make the first move.

Surprisingly, it was Souda.

“Well? Y-You can’t even answer me can you?! Dammit! I should’ve-” He was a mess. Raking his hands through his choppy hair as if he wanted to tear it all out. Just the sight of the tears streaming down his face renewed Sonia’s efforts to free herself. To either comfort Souda or smack some sense into Gundham, the princess didn’t quite know.

“N-No! No, Souda I feel the same!”

And just like that, the tears dried and the hope returned to Souda’s eyes. He stared at Gundham. Strands of pink hair blowing all around his face. Gundam and him locked eyes for a moment before the Count pulled his scarf over his blushing red face. Trying to save face.

“What? You...You really…”

“Ahem, perhaps we should talk about this in private...m-my paramor.” With rabbit fast glances to and away from the pirate, Gundham was able to stutter out a rather smooth invitation.

Sonia had to give him props for that.

“Really? R-Right now?”

“Hmph! The Great Gundham Tanaka does not misspeak Tamer of Automatons! Now, come join the future ruler of this word on his hellish crusade as the One Who Shares My Path!” By now Gundham’s old confidence had returned, along with Souda’s blinding smile. As his grand laughter filled the air, Souda prompty lept off the boat and into Gundam’s arms. Just as Nagito finally freed Hajime from the seagull’s wrath and Akane woke up. But Sonia, herself, was still tied to the post and Ibuki was-

“Now I’ve...had the time of life! No, I’ve never felt this way before...Yes, I swear its the truth and I owe it all to you!”

Oh no.

Why couldn’t Ibuki had just stayed away? Oh God, and now she was butchering that one song from Dirty Dancing! And Sonia loved that movie! But, astonishingly, Souda and Gundham were too wrapped up in one another to be ever the slightest bit affected by the musician's screeching, screamo version of a romantic classic. What with Gundham delicatly setting Souda down on that wild black horse.

Before the two rode off into the sunset.

“ ‘Cuase I’ve had the time of my life! And I owe it all to you!”

Leaving Sonia behind.

Still tied to the ship.

With a singing Ibuki.

…

Well shit.

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potentiala

7 years ago

Me: I want a relationship...

Also me: Pfft, don’t touch me with that ‘for now’ nonsense. Either you get me forever or nothing ✋

Still me: Continue to cuddle me plz

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potentiala

1 year ago

Hey! I'm in love your web weaves, they're so well thought! I was wondering if you could do one on light yagami? I'd love to see your take on his character <333

he who would consume god

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he hangs from above

in brilliance - that rotten apple soaked in blood

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Death Note was written by Ohba Tsugumi and illustrated by Obata Takeshi

roland barthes / death note / samantha riches / death note / anonymous, "diary of an oxygen thief" / the amazing devil, "that unwanted animal" / ??? / death note / death note / michael kinnucan / death note / yves olade / s. osborn / death note / the 1975, "antichrist"

quill notes - light,light, light! so much to say about him and so much has already been said. the violence had always been there, the bloodlust constant - something inhuman just made the mistake of giving him the gun

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next day reblog havent finished death note but i know enough to know that light deserves one (1) punch to the face

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potentiala

7 years ago

Goat in Chali Chaliga from Mr. Perfect (Telugu, 2011)

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potentiala’s daily mood bc who needs a man when you have baby goats?

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potentiala

7 years ago

Me @ Golden Madness one day 😂

When the author deletes your favorite fanfic:

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fanfiction my fanfiction My Fanfic rip me or am i shidge lotidge golden madness im joking obviously

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potentiala

2 years ago

part 1

4th BKDK Web Weave (Part 2) bc Bones has forced my hand and fury (spoilers)

Keep reading

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kinda sorta next day reblog that season 6 ending song do be kinda fruity tho...

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potentiala

7 years ago

hey this is your daily reminder that if you’ve ever commented on one of my fics, wrote something nice in the tags, or sent me a sweet message, I 100% saw it and i’d die for you

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i love you here lies potentiala everybody VIOLENTLY THROWS MY LOVE AND AFFECTION ONTO ALL OF YOU and i appreciate the frick outta all yall

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7 years ago