#for that specifically hehehehe

[feral-teeth]

BOOPS U !!!!!

BOOPS YOU BOOPS YOU BOOPS YOU!! 🐱 ILY ANON!!

Heres a doodle from me to you for my appreciation <3

[signanothername]

I've noticed a reoccurring theme in your comics with killer. It's always no dripping and then something triggers a response from him and it causes him to leak while not showing his eyesockets or whole face. Just a smile. It's like he's not his own creature anymore (They do say the eyes are the window to the soul) I know you depict several killers in your art but you haven't specified which ones are really which, but they all have that moment it seems. The repetition makes me think it's intentional. I'm having Thoughts about it and theories.

*Points at you with so much love* 🫵❤️❤️❤️❤️🌷✨

You get it. You fucking get it Anon and I love you /p

[greensagephase]

reader is better than me cause if i saw this man…? if i was roommates with THIS man?? i think i would genuinely crash out everyday trying not to jump on him. LOOOOOOOKKKKKK. 😫😫😫

art by andalusia_lu on instagram!!

@zoopzaper !!! Pookie, I'm so happy to see you're more active around here!! 🥹

Omg, I'm looking respectfully, I swear!! 👀 The happy trail- the sweat - the face expression - Dios mio... I'm okay (not, currently clawing at the walls)!!😳

It's funny you say this about reader because later on in the fic, dulzura is going to - [gunshots]. Miguel is going to be working out shirtless and -[gunshots]. The hallway suddenly feels too narrow and his scent is - [gunshots]...

I'm telling you now, I have plans that I cannot share with you right now because the haters will sabotage me, but I got some stuff in the works! 😌

Thank you for the ask, pookie!! I hope you're having a lovely weekend!!!

Alondra❤️

[bambeptin]

[000] Fell Bullet White Knight WIP

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

i was peacefully reading fanfic when i suddenly remembered.

gabriel and beelzebub. are canon. they're... they run off together. in canon. they're canon.

gabriel and beelzebub are in love in canon.

i'm sorry i have been laughing IN DELIGHT for the past five minutes THEY ARE CANON I'M. THEY JUST FEEL LIKE SUCH A FAN PAIRING. BUT THEY'RE CANON.

oh my GOD aziraphale and crowley are. together. in love. in canon.

DONT MIND ME JUST MY HAPPY QUEER HEART BEING ASTONISHED EVERY TIME I REMEMBER.

THERE ARE A LOT OF SHITTY THINGS ABOUT THIS TIMELINE BUT GOOD OMENS IS THE BEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME IN ANY TIMELINE EVER.

[moonllhi]

i think he meows when he's flustered

[zehl0w]

They say whatever you do on New Year's Day is what you'll be doing all year and by god I'm drawing genzen

[isjasz]

Bloody angst? 3L finale mayhaps?

[Day 82]

well wouldn't you look at that i already have a drawing for that 💥

(didnt have time tdy to do daily today so this actually is a wip from another project HASJKHAHE i wonder what it is :))

[aieroartstudios]

Uhmmm… I should draw Autumn wearing suits more… for no reason at all!!!

[auroraboringaliceinwonderland]

Important! (<context)

@tigerfromthetiber I think you’ll be proud to know your poster is working; not just through a few reblogs by yours truly but posts like these :)

[soundleer]

oops i have hit some of my sprunkis with my silly mii beam

[virescent-v]

French Kiss

A/N: This is a combination of two requests I got: a fluffy fic of Emily telling you she has a crush on you and asking you out and a fluffy fic of Emily teaching you another language. Combining them seemed perfect!

Summary: Emily teaches you a little French ;P (Translations for the French is at the bottom!) Word count: 950 Warnings: nada, this is tooth-rotting fluff. :) Well, the only warning might be that I got the translations from Google, so if they're wrong don't yell at me lol Ps: If you haven't seen the tiktok of Paget speaking French....go do that first. 🫠😩🥵😵‍💫

You hated the fact that you never took a foreign language in middle or high school, when it was easier to learn. Now, it felt like grasping the semantics of another language was nearly impossible. 

You let out an exasperated whine, rubbing your temples. “Why does French have to have so many rules?” 

Emily chuckled, rolling her eyes at your antics. “It’s not that bad once you get the hang of them,” she said, rubbing your shoulders. “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.” 

You squinted your eyes, glaring at her. While teaching you, Emily would consistently throw out random French sentences, hoping the constant exposure would help you. It only further irritated you. “Says the one who’s been fluent in French for most of her life, and who has lived in Paris.” Another eye roll. 

Emily’s smile grew. “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” 

Another second of glaring might make your face permanently stick like that, so you decided to ignore her. “Moving on,” you said, looking intensely at the notes before you. “Possessive adjectives. Mon, ma, mes for the masculine, feminine, and plural my.” Your face scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed a little. “Easy. M’s for the my’s.” You felt your tongue peek out in concentration. “Ton, ta, and tes for you.” 

You tapped your finger along the paper, the rhythmic cadence a tactic you hoped would help you remember everything. A loud sigh. “Why do these languages have to have gendered descriptors for everything?” 

Another giggle came from beside you. “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” Emily exclaimed, forcing a more dramatic French accent. 

A loud pause. “Did you just call me an idiot?” 

You’ve never heard Emily laugh so candidly, loud and carefree. It made butterflies erupt in your belly, a deep blush heating up your face – not out of embarrassment, but because you made her laugh, made her nose crinkle and her eyes shine. It was one of your favorite sounds. 

You’ve had a crush on Emily for months, ever since you started working closely to her at Quantico. A shared case between your two units brought you together and you quickly became friends, bonding over similar interests and upbringings. 

You thought of the idea of having her teach you one of the many languages she knows as a way to spend more time together. It was an added bonus that you got to hear her speak another language; something about the way French rolled off her tongue was hypnotizing and…incredibly hot.  She had jumped at the idea and you became hopeful that she might have shared feelings for you. But after weeks of constant texting and a few study sessions, she’s never hinted at feeling anything other than friendship. 

“Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” Emily paused, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Hey eyes traveled across your face, taking in everything, like she was trying to profile you. “Comme rendez-vous?” 

You felt the air shift even though you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you. It was in the way that she looked at you, how her dark eyes had grown fond, intimate almost, as if she was trying to stare into your soul. You had an inkling of what she had said, rendezvous being an easy translated word.  

“Ask me in English,” you whispered. 

Emily turned more to you, grasped your hands in hers and looked you in the eye. “Would you like to go out with me? As a date?” 

Your smile was timid, growing as you watched her start to fiddle with your fingers in nerves. “Oui, Emily.” One of your hands came up and brushed hair behind her ear, watching her grin spread. “But I have a question for you first.” 

Emily’s smile turned a little more serious, a hint of nerves creeping back into her expression. You watched as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask of her. “Ask away.” 

You paused, schooling your features into something you hoped was more serious, letting her sit in her nerves for a second just to mess with her. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” 

You watched as Emily’s brain stuttered, her mouth opening for a second before she burst into another fit of laughter, her hand coming up to cover her eyes for a second out of shocked awe. “I’m glad Lady Marmalade taught you something in French, my god.”  

You two laughed together, the tension of finally admitting your shared feelings broken. As you calmed down, Emily gazed at you, all of her feelings for you finally shining through. You felt your entire being warm to the look she was giving you, finally overjoyed in being able to relish in the attention you craved from her. 

As your gazes locked and held, you decided to break out the one other sentence you had been practicing in French. The one sentence you were wishing you would get to use on her. Your hand cupped her jaw, another timid smile gracing your lips. “Puis-je t'embrasser?” 

Emily smirked, inching her face towards you, pulling you closer by your hips, before whispering, “Oui, s'il vous plait.” 

Your lips met in a soft, tender embrace, tongues lightly gliding over one another. It was the first kiss of what you both hoped was many.  

As you broke apart, a quiet giggle traveled up your throat, making you softly shake your head in exhilarated bliss. “I love French lessons.” 

Emily waggled her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk growing. “I can’t wait to teach you more French things.” 

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Translations: 

- “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.”  - Regardless, it’s a beautiful language. - “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” - I like speaking a language you can’t. You’re very cute when you’re irritated. - “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” - Because, silly goose, it’s the romance languages! -”Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” - Absolutely not! However, I do think you’re amazing. I’d love to take you out sometime. -“Comme rendez-vous?” - As a date? -Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” - Do you want to sleep with me tonight? -”Puis-je t'embrasser?” - Can I kiss you? -”Oui, s'il vous plait.” - Yes, please. 

[arecaceae175]

Freedom

100 word drabble written for Legend of Link Fic Fight 2025 @legendoflinkficfight

@marsnoodlesoup’s prompt: Give Skyward Sword Link a mobility aid! Wheelchair, crutch, cane, etc; dealers choice. Let that guy thrive

My Loftwing is freedom to fly across the skies and experience everything above the clouds I call home.

My wheelchair is freedom to run and play the day away without worrying about energy or pain.

My crutches are freedom to explore the unknown surface, across the great forests, to the seas, up the peaks of volcanoes.

My cane is freedom to walk through my house, from the room where one lover rests to where the other creates.

My mobility aids are freedom to engage with the world. My disabilities try to hold me back, but mobility aids propel me forward.

[zomboyfren]

More teef

[karahkat]

I introduce to you, Ibis-J

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

MORE UNHINGED GOOD OMENS TEXT POSTS MUEHUEHUE

[I HAVEN'T EVEN OPENED THE CAN OF MONSTER DRINK YET, I'M SO DAMN GOOD AT THIS MASCOT BUSINESS CHECK ME OUT I'M VIBIN']