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[just-a-joey]

Maybe a production came to town and Chance bought them both tickets.

Miniiiii Ichance comic

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Below here are some random doodles I did as well

ITrapped likes hairstyles (aka I like drawing him with different ones)

[dovewingkinnie]

"waaaah wahh wahhh" - william probably wont finish this but i wanted to reanimate a small section of terrible things bc why not .. just wanted to see how i would've animated it today, afterall ive mastered the art of pathetic men now.. (also yea im going thru axie music brainrot .again. stay safe out there guys..)

[snerked]

[ittybittycheetahspy]

I forgor to post dis the other day

Anyway, meet my new DnD character!! (That I didn’t do enough research for, so the accuracy of her dnd pixie species is probably quite off here, but🤫) My friends and I recently started a new campaign so :)

[and-her-saints]

not to be a mystic or whatever but i have this deeply engrained (yet unsupported) Knowledge that st. john the baptist bit people. not unprompted, though!

[deusfoundry]

burying my face between jason's chest and tracing patterns on his arm as he reads a chapter of pride and prejudice to me

[samijey]

Some thoughts on Jey's acting in this scene below the cut

I feel like the most important detail here is how Jey continues to look distressed even after Sami quickly and enthusiastically forgives him and moves on to congratulating and motivating him - he accepts the praise but doesn't even manage to crack a smile as Sami continues to deliver the type of passionate speech that would normally have him grinning from ear to ear - mind you, he was there to apologize, nervously standing off-camera as Sami was getting interviewed but close enough for Sami to spot him (and drop the interview entirely to go to him instead, pointedly ignoring a question about Kevin's status to do so, no less!)

Then, if Jey's goal of apologizing was immediately successful, why does the sad/anxious look in his face remain throughout the entire conversation? The only sign of relief is a small but audible exhale right at the end when Sami offers to do their handshake, yet the energy until then is tense and almost self-deprecating.

Now this is pure speculation, but to me it reads as Jey feeling genuinely and deeply guilty not just for accidentally eliminating Sami, but perhaps also for being showered in congratulations and support at a time when Sami himself is at a low point in his career - in the midst of a significant losing streak - while in contrast he is at the top of the mountain. It's highly unusual for Sami's pep talks to take so long to have any type of visible effect on him, so Jey needing such copious amounts of reassurance for just a sigh of relief (again, no smile or laugh as you'd normally see from him in this context) here tells me whatever feelings of guilt he's dealing with are HEAVY.

All this to say that if Sami's upcoming feud with Kevin and Kross' shenanigans manage to push Sami towards the brink of turning heel, I know for sure who would be first in line to pull him back to the light.

[itsmeglycine]

My most "rendered" looking NSFW illustration so far? 🤔 (Patreon)

[*My region restricts depiction of nudity in art across profit-based platforms, so please join the Discord server for full access. I try to put out 2 SFW and 2 NSFW rendered pieces each month.]

[screechingfromthevoid]

YOU KNOW WHAT

Orym going over to Dorian and leaning in him for the cape scene probably felt like such a victory for Dorian. Because he was able to comfort Orym in real time. Orym was exhausted and stressed and Dorian was able to melt that away from him. I love that I love that scene I'm LOVE it

[just-a-joey]

Clusterhug // AzureTime Forsaken Animatic

[deviouz]

Im in a fluffy mood so uh: jason and reader are kissing but reader has long hair thats getting in their way so reader rears backs to get that bullshit out of the way but is struggling without a hairtie. At first jason's trying not to laugh but eventually grabs a hairtie and helps reader tie the hair back and more fluff ensues.

Yeah i almost tried for spice but all i got was domestic fluff so have this instead lol

ohhh this is just too sweet ):

i’d like to imagine that it becomes something of a comforting ritual for both jason and his partner. him coming home from patrol, covered in blood and body still on edge from exerting himself too much. you’re worried sick because it’s the fifth night in a row where he’s come stumbling back at the crack of dawn and doing his damned best to hide the subtle wince with every step he takes, heavy boots weighing him down like cinderblocks wading through water.

after you’ve given him the signature ‘really?’ look, you’re helping him to the shower and tossing some pajamas and a towel in the dryer for when he gets out because you know what gotham’s everlasting rain can do to a person.

and once you’re in bed, head nestled against his chest and ear laid over where his heart is, you finally allow yourself to relax.

“so… how was your day?”

“jay, i don’t really think that’s the most appropriate conversation starter.”

he heaved a sigh, guilty as ever, and trails gentle fingertips along your spine. his touch was simple yet impactful, and it worked wonders on the anxiety plaguing your weary mind.

“i know, sweetheart, really. i just… i dunno. city’s not safe enough yet. i can’t stop until it is.”

his touch trails up a bit higher, working past your shoulders and up the nape of your neck until they finally begin to work along your scalp with a perfected graze.

“and you didn’t have to wait up. y’know i don’t like you staying up so late — you have to sleep sometime.”

you peer up at him with a bittersweet smile. “i’m always gonna wait up for you.”

jason presses a loving kiss to your forehead, eyes gleaming with nothing but pure adoration. “you’re everything i’ve ever dreamed of and more. i hope you know that.”

there was no way in hell you were going to tear up this late at night. though, you supposed, it could be considered morning, given that it’s nearly four in the morning.

you opted to deflect.

“shut up.”

“whatever you say, angel.”

his fingers began to work through your hair, carefully easing the knots out and allowing you to cling to him a little tighter. maybe you’d ask him to brush it once the two of you had gotten enough sleep. maybe you’d perch yourself upon the barstool at the kitchen island, book in hand as you read the next chapter of his newest read while he lost himself in your voice and the comforting mundanity that came along with a more domestic life. maybe then you’d be able to push aside the fact that your boyfriend was wanted dead by far more people than you’d like to imagine. maybe then you wouldn’t have to worry if one night you waited up just for him to never show up again.

“i love you, jay.”

“i love you too.”

i fear i may have went too angsty (i definitely did) so here are a few headcanons?? oops?? :D

i’d like to imagine that jason starts keeping a hair tie around his wrist just in case you ever need one. oh, is it hot out and you’ve forgotten to bring a clip to put your hair up with? don’t worry, jason’s already spinning you around and expertly tying your hair up like the good boyfriend he is.

oh, and he’s definitely gone down a rabbit hole on how best to care for your hair, no matter the length or hair type. he’ll be damned if can’t take care of you in every way imaginable.

playing and caring for your hair can be a bit of a grounding thing for the both of you. post-showers means he gets to tug you between his legs on the couch and get to work while you tell him about your day, gossip about whatever’s on your mind, or listen to him talk about his favorite books and why you should read them if you haven’t already.

jason also likes how easily he can get you to relax just by running the blunt of his nails along your scalp. you practically melt against him, and he has to mentally prevent himself from cooing out at you for the millionth time.

i lowkey hate this :D anon i am so sorry :D pls forgive me

[mortalscience]

Emily... Yeah? I need to be the one to tell Sabrina Traver's sister, Elsie.

[ocelotlesbian]

rant time again:

i have noticed this awful, discreet little plague within the jshk fandom where some, and i'm sorry (not) for saying it this way but it's true, dumbass fans will see anyone even merely suggest that mitsuba is feminine or genderqueer or would like wearing skirts or just isn't some perfectly masculine boy, and say "no that's not true he hates being seen as feminine," even spreading outright misinformation that he said this in the manga (no he fucking didn't) and it's just.... bitch *what*? that is not fucking true. just because he was bullied for looking feminine doesn't mean he hates looking feminine as a result. the ENTIRE POINT of the mitsuba arc is that those bullies were *wrong* and he should've just been himself instead of sanding down his personality to cater to the people who hate his true self. and mind you, this is the boy that actively wears his medium length bright fucking pink hair in a ponytail & brags about how cute he is 24/7. he actively presents himself as feminine, someone who hates the idea of being percieved as girly wouldn't fucking do that. he *enjoys* his femininity, you dumb fucks.

and while we're here, let me get to the *real* point. why do you automatically assume that a character who is percieved as feminine, and more broadly, a character who is percieved as QUEER, has to hate themselves? why do you assume this despite evidence to the contrary, despite *the story itself* telling you otherwise? why do you assume that? is it because you see someone breaking free from gender norms & heteronormativity as inherently negative and something they *must* hate deep down? is that the reason? tell me, what is your fucking reason? why do you see this beautiful little boy being openly queer and *happy about it, loving who he is* and assume he must hate himself, that him being queer is a flaw he must want to "fix"? why the *fuck* do you think that? it's horrible. do fucking better oh my god i hate you people so much

[tiredmagicalwarrior]

chap 29 is SO GOOD. I have never felt more like Hirano is ace than ever.

Hirano's so scared that his love is "improper" because he can't give Kagiura the "love he wants", which involves him wanting the same touches Kagiura does. Hugs, kisses, Hirano just isn't interested in that sort of thing. What he likes is seeing Kagi happy. Kagi blushing furiously over something Hirano did. Kagi so smitten he looses track of his own words.

Hirano loves Kagiura, but he's terribly afraid of not reaching Kagi's expectations of what relationship is. Because boyfriends hug and kiss, right? Boyfriends want to be hugged and kissed and get flustered over it. And Hirano just... Doesn't care for that? It's not like he always hates it, because when Kagiura's happy, Hirano's happy. Which is what this is all about. When Kagiura's happy because of Hirano, it's everything. Hirano gets to initiate constant because he doesn't have to worry about not matching Kagiura's expectations since he's setting the boundaries. And he wants to!!! So bad!!! He feels all floaty when Kagi melts into his hug. He can't help but get flustered when he sees Kagi flushing so hard it's up to his ears.

Hirano doesn't want to do "what couples do". He wants to do what makes Kagi happy, to be the reason why he's happy, to be the person he cherishes most. Hirano and Kagiura have their own ideas of what love should be but their feelings are completely different from that.

When Kagiurs hugs Hirano, Hirano gets uncomfy because it's "the way couples do", it's just not a type of touch he enjoys. But once Hirano gets Kagiura into a hug more their style, which he even notes to be more akin to embracing a puppy, Hirano is clearly elated. And when he sees his Kagi-kun so happy, flushed and embarrassed, because he can *feel* Hirano's love seeping through that embrace? It all lights up. The room feels lighter, brighter, like home.

Which is why his conversations with Ichinose and later on Kagiura ARE SO CRUCIAL!

It finally becomes clear that loving someone presents itself in plural ways. Not wanting to kiss or hug or do "couple things" is not a sign of lack of romantic interest. Ichinose says he would want to kiss someone, but that's not the only way to exist. Kagiura wants to kiss Hirano, but he's not in love with him because he wants to kiss him; he's in love with him because he adored him more than anyone else and wants to be beside him. Which is EXACTLY how Hirano feels about him! It's all clicking into place, bit by bit. Hirano is getting so close to figuring himself out, he just needs s little more!

Hirano is in love with Kagiura, in his own way, which is so heavily coded to be ace I can practically see it canon. The man is so head over heels over that little basketball guy but he can't wrap his head around the fact you can not want to kiss and still be in love. Stay strong, blondie! You'll get it eventually!

[butteronabun]

note: feel free to read the prequel first!

If there is something you are most proud of – it is your courageous spirit.

As the Lady of the House, it’s expected of you to be timid, soft–spoken, and docile, but unfortunately, much to the elder nobles’ dismay, you are the opposite of that. You do not have those traits.

You’re like a volcano. You explode and terrify what’s close to you due to your powerful outbursts.

Well, that’s not the only thing that’s really special – you know how to control your emotions. You know how to read the mood. You know how to fight for yourself. And if there’s anything that causes you great trouble or to the Winery, of course, you’ll boom. Especially when you have something to protect, and especially when you are Diluc Ragnvindr’s wife, who seriously has been through a lot.

You had to strengthen your will. You had to toughen up.

( And perhaps. . . that’s one of the reasons why Diluc is so enamored with you in the first place. You and your fiery personality; you and your passions; you and — ah. Everything about you. )

So. . . you’re not really scared of anything. Abyssal creatures? Nah, you’ll just scowl at these fellas and wield your weapon. Heights? You’re an adrenaline junkie. The dark? Wow. It makes you sleepy.

Ghosts? Well.

Recently, there have been rumors spreading amongst the maids. Of course, since you’re close with the girls – nothing bypasses you. And as the Lady Ragnvindr, you have the right to know what’s going on.

According to Hillie and Moco, the manor is haunted. Maybe it’s because of how old it has been, or maybe because of the previous ancestors who have resided here before. They claim that they have been seeing sightings.

So yeah, more or less, they do believe it’s haunted.

You, however, beg to differ. You are a skeptic at heart, and you definitely do not give a fuck on the paranormal — you respect the spirits, though, and only wish that they’re all resting in peace.

( Also, as an act of revenge after the Windsor Knot incident, you have been playing pranks on the maids. One of which was you playfully shaking the chairs they’ve been sitting on from behind. The ladies screamed. You laughed in mirth. Adelinde smiled amusingly at the background. )

Then one random night, while you are reading one of the novels you bought earlier from the city, you heard something.

That typical knock.

Of course, there are multiple sources for that knock. It could be anyone because there are also people inside the manor. But it’s goddamn late, and you know that you’re the only one who’s awake at this hour, because you’re waiting for Diluc.

Unlike the maids who will simply ignore and close their eyes to pretend that nothing happened, you rise from the bed, and put on a robe. You’re brave. You’re courageous. You’re skeptical. As you saunter towards the door, you grab the nearest object - a bat - and said bat is from another nation. Diluc acquired it for you because you’d gotten interested in it, but it’ll be a story for another time.

The door creaks ominously when you pull it open. Again. You’re brave. You’re courageous. You’re skeptical. It’s dark now, since Adelinde has mostly turned the lights off, and you rely with the orange glow coming from the bedroom. This doesn’t scare you at all. More than anything, you’re annoyed - because really, who dares to mess with you during this time?

Is there a fool who managed to get inside the manor? They’re seriously just asking for a death wish! Just because the Master is not here yet doesn’t mean his wife can not fight.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you swear you saw a shadow down the hallway. Again. This really doesn’t scare you.

It angers you. Infuriates you. Because. Really? Seriously?

You sigh, and walk in that direction casually with your weapon. Let’s just get this over with, you think, Jude and Cardan’s waiting.

With narrowed eyes, you prepare yourself. If it’s a thief, or a ghost, whatever – it is unfortunate for them to face your wrath. Trespassing inside the manor? Interrupting your reading time? Absolutely unacceptable!

So when you turn, you aim and whack at the shadow without any hesitation – not until said shadow predicts your moves first, and fights back.

You blink in surprise, “Wha—“

There’s a loud thud.

The bat falls on the ground. You are also on the ground. And the shadow, the ghost—

— is pinning you down.

You feel your blood boil. You are brave. You are courageous. You are skeptical. This doesn’t really scare you, at all! You demand, “WHO the hell are— mmmph!!?”

A hand covers your mouth from speaking. You’re about to bite the hand due to the audacity, until a familiar scent floods your nostrils — grapes and firewood — and an even familiar color of hair reveals itself from the shadow figure’s cloak. Familiar red hair hangs over the sides of their head. Oh.

Oh.

The shadow figure seems to realize that you’ve calmed down, and elicits a quiet, incredibly charming chuckle. He removes his hand from your mouth, and you exhale in relief.

“This is scandalous. What would my husband say, letting a ghost pin me down?” You ask, and reach up to caress his cheek. You can’t see him behind the mask, but you know he’s being endearing as always.

“Hm? I am not a ghost,” Your beloved Darknight Hero replies. “I am your husband.”

You snicker. “You look like a ghost. Humor me, will you?”

“But I really am not? I am your husband.” He insists, and you feel his smile on your fingers. He takes ahold of your hand and kisses your palm.

Diluc says tenderly, “I’m home.”

[hiswhitehair]

another day no 3 of em in my bed SIIIIIIIGGHHHHHHHH..................... SSSSIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHHJHHHH........................