#or cheryl to some

[lunnefisk]

experimenting with some dither brushes i found for sai to shade pixel art, heres a lil heather mason walking on your dash

[pokemonblack3white3]

Figuring out where I want to slot everybody in the modern pla au

[goodlouse]

they look like monsters to you..?

[chonidale]

you're my cherry blossom honey bear ♫

[lesbianlanarcher]

where are you sitting...? 🤔

the typo on the picture is NOT mine... for once. i stole this from a DC post.

[lara635kookie]

[thevillainsfangirl]

T-shirt that says "Dirty Little Proshipper" across the titties.

[windmills123]

don't you think blondes have more fun!? :D

[quintennyson]

CHERYL BLOSSOM x THE BOLTER Riverdale S01E13 + S06E22

[non4ry]

silent hill if it was awesome

[lordendsavior]

Nick and Olly Alexander pay tribute to Liam and talk how difficult it is to navigate such tragic situations online

[maxellera]

There's an old saying that a third time's the charm. At least it's what Toji has heard. Being given another chance at life once more, his soul and body fully restored again; the man returns back to his old habits. Though lately, he's been crossing paths with a florist. On a small whim, he makes a bet with her; little did he know he would be in for the ride of his newfound given life. Or perhaps one of God's best jokes has gone on longer than it should...

Author's Note: Because I always feel inspired by @oreo-creampies and many other authors who write for JJK X reader, I decided to upload something of my own that I've only shared with a few close friends ✨️♥️ Its a collection of drabbles that l've made for a canonxoc couple ☺️ and I think you guys might enjoy it. Each drabble will be a reference to a plant, herb, or flower; I'll try to write in order of the events. But we may jump around in no particular pattern. Some of these may even be aus. Now, let's get started

Credits!!: all dividers were made by @adornedwithlight!!

✿ Pairing: Toji x oc

✿ warnings: Everything is 18+ and adult themes.

✿ synopsis: Indifference is the opposite of life and love, not death and hate. But the complete complacency that poisons all compassion and desire. He would have preferred to stay there for the rest of his life...but then he saw her.

▷ Candytuft: a European plant with small heads of white, pink, or purple flowers. Meaning: indifference.

The first and only time Toji ever felt fear was being thrown into that darken room in the Zen'in compound. The second time, he would only admit this to himself, is when his eyes open, slowly adjusting to the filtered light of the abandoned temple...Alive. He's alive again...

"-Aaaaaaaaand coming in third place is boat number 2!" A grumble of Japanese and the crinkle of paper being tossed. The stench of cigarette smoke, body odor, arousal, whiskey; delicious and enticing aromas for a normal, average man in a bar. It would have enticed him, too, minus the whiskey. And yet, the dark-haired man didn't find it as stimulating during his last two lives.

Then again, he doesn't really count his second revival as a "life"; he only recalled the small conversation he had with Megumi before stabbing himself in the head. Since he's been alive, his life has returned to his routine as it was in his first one; taking bounties, gambling, meanless sex that made him feel more used and hollow. Wandering from woman to woman...The same thing that's familiar to him.

Until he smelled her. Something foral, feminine, sweet, and warm; each time, he tried searching for the woman with the pretty scent. His thin brows furrowed down and moss eyes narrowed in mild agitation as he scanned the people in the bar...There she stood.

She wore a form-fitting outfit consisting of a cream-colored, off-the-shoulder sweater with long sleeves and a high-waisted, pale pink skirt that extends down to the ankles that were wrapped in pink silk and matching heels. Her sweater has a textured cable-knit pattern, and the skirt has a smooth appearance. Though the first two things that caught his attention: the long waves of chestnut hair that reached past her derriere and her loud and boisterous voice. Why someone like her was in a seedy place like this bar is beyond him (he was half tempted to assume she was there to find some fun) but seeing her play darts, pool, and cards; always laughing and cheering on the patrons who crowded around her.

It's then and only then did he finally get to see her face, his breath caught in his throat for a bit. Toji likened himself to have met many pretty faces and she was no different. Except for her eyes, a beautiful golden hazel color. Warm...inviting...compassionate...A flower within the bleak and cruel world. She cheers happily, her buxom body boucing for joy as she won another round of pool. Flashing a smile at the other man, she chuckles sweetly.

He pressed the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow inhale. Quite a loud and oblivious little thing she is, perhaps foolish. Scoffing lightly, he returns his gaze to the television. Ignoring when he senses another woman latch herself to him.

"Haha, that was so much fun!" Her voice has an accent, not American, it sounded...German? Probably. "Oh don't pout~ Next time, you can take me out on a date if you win. Danke, for the drinks though!" She gives the unfortunate man an airy kiss, beaming as she grabs her purse. Then her form moves with grace as she hurried her little self out the bar, heels click clacking as she escapes. Completely unware Toji's nonchalant gaze following her.

"Hey handsome~!" Hah...And here comes this cycle again...

"Hey doll."

He enjoys the routine. Nothing but good fun.

But lately, it just feels...

Empty.

And yet that small glimpse of the golden eyed woman...

He's smirking down at the other pretty lady who's blushing up at him.

Maybe next time I'll talk to her...

"Sonnenblume, I'm home~!" The buxom brunette enters her house, removing her heels and sliding her feet into the house slippers. Smiling until she sighs lightly. "Oh that's right, she's away-"

"I'm right here." The woman nearly jumps, whirling around to face her daughter, her head tilted up and hands on her hips as her foot taps. "I've told you not to do that! Seriously, how are you so quiet?"

The taller female chuckles lowly, her plush lips pulled into a smirk. "Entschuldigung, Mama. I can't help it." Finally the other woman stalks forward, towering over her mother. The brunette sighs, her smile returning.

"Whatever am I going to do with you?"

"Don't be like that."

"Then yoooou stop scaring me, I'm still young." Her daughter merely rolls her eyes playfully. Then those glowing crimson eyes observe her mom, blue brows narrowing a little at the stench that clung to her. She refrains from saying anything. She knows that her mom can take care of herself.

For now. Until it's appropriate to ask.

Straightening up, she follows Cheryl into the kitchen, her own voluptuous form leaning against the counter. Lean, muscular arms crossed under her bosom as she watched her make some tea. "Are you sure you'll be fine alone? I can stick around longer..."

"Nein, nein," the brunette waves her hand, "Your education is important. So don't worry about me, ja? I'll be fine." Those ruby hues were turning glacial. "Sonnenblume, I'm meant what I said. Don't try to change my mind."

Her daughter merely huffs lightly. The head ultramarine blue looks away. "Fine. But...Just call or text me, I'll be there." Cheryl hums softly, lifting the cup to her lips and takes a sip. Its strange. Lately it feels like she's being watched but everytime she looked over her should for a bit, those honey hues found nothing. It only confused the woman more when she would return home from the bar.

Maybe, she takes another sip of her tea. Maybe I'm overthinking it. Ja! Oh, and I should try dating again instead of constantly flirting? But oh what if I get stood up again? Ah! Nein, nein, stay focused, Cher! Get your daughter through college first, then you can have your cake too.

Renewed and feeling more assured, the woman suggested that she and the bluenette head to the front room to watch a movie. Which her daughter didn't object to.

[laswells-ashtray]

Right, Ghost is an English lad and given my rough estimation of his age, I can confidently say this.

He knows Fight For This Love word for word. Did not learn it voluntarily. It was played on the radio so much that he just knows it. If you turn that song on, then he could [not saying he would, but he could] mouth the words along to it. If he taps his fingers along to it, he hits every beat.

[chonidale]

choni in 5 minutes (insp | temp)

[sonofaraven]

my halfbaked furrydale (pilot)

[bluecoolr]

Blueeeee *slithers towards you*

How similar or different are Cherry and Charles from one another? 👀

If you wish to speak about them, of course!

*picks you up* Hoiiii :D

Some differences I can say for sure are:

Charles (his uncle calls him Charlie Bum) knows he's brilliant but doesn't have the same *drive* as Cheryl to prove her/himself.

He's not as ambitious. He's content to become a welder or an oil rigger. Drink and get laid and die, eventually.

I blame his non existent self-esteem.

He knows he's smart, steps up when there's something he can do, but just shrugs it off when he's done. Doesn't take praise seriously.

Cheryl has a longer wolf cut, softer brows. Charlie has shorter hair, longer lashes, a lower brow, hollower cheeks, and a little stache. Like a young Filipino Norman Reedus.

Charlie smokes to keep himself occupied. He has smoker's cough. His lungs are struggling to keep up.

Charlie' PSP is black lol. He has a rabbit's foot and a dog tag strung to it. Cheryl's is pink.

Weirdly enough, I see Charlie liking country music/dad rock vs. Cheryl liking industrial metal???

Charlie still gets bullied, but he hits back.