#*doesnt post for another 6 months*

[ghosts-cant-sleep]

unrequited love with male reader having feelings for Leon but Leon has feelings for Ada

i've hoarded your name in my mouth for months

leon kennedy [re4] x male! reader warnings: yearnmaxxing, mc is awkwardly put into a pre-existing scene but its okay but the intention is for you to feel uncomfortable, i listened to a lot of kimya dawson while writing this. so. notes: anon you single handedly found every single trigger word in my brain, i owe you all my worldly belongings

fem dni

"Who was she?" His voice scratched against his throat, creating an awkward, unpleasant sound, mouth dry and weak with lack of use. At this point, [Name] was just begging to have his feelings hurt.

But he couldn't keep his focus in check. Like a thirsty hound in sweltering heat, eyeing its bowl of water, Leon sat right across from him. Their desks shoved together, wires of their respective computers entangling themselves, stuffed in the space between them.

Leon's eyes are reluctant to meet [Name]'s, his chin rising before his gaze catches up. The warmth from the desklamp and the blinding blue light from his computer meet on the planes of Leon's face like a painting. They catch in his hair, casting it in it's hues as tousled locs fall over his brow, highlight the contours of his cheeks, deepen the creases beneath his eyes while his brows pinch together. He considers the question for a moment, pen stilling mid letter. "She...?"

[Name]'s pen anxiously rolls between his fingers, palms growing clammy, making his skin feel sticky. He wanted to take the question back as soon as his eyes met Leon's. He didn't mean it, he didnt really want to know, but the question had plaqued mind for weeks now. He didn't care how badly the answer would hurt him. He just needed an answer.

"Uhm, like that woman, I mean. The, uh, the one from Spain." Dread swells in his throat. He tries to clear it with a dry cough. His hands slip beneath the table in a way he hopes is casual, palms drying themselves against his jeans.

He pretends not to remember her name, like it'd make the truth easier to bear, like the sound of her name falling of Leon's tongue hadn't been rotting in the back of his mind since.

He can't even begin to comprehend where his mind had managed to twist all of this the entire time. It made him feel sick, embarrassed to even think about. Leon was his coworker at the least and a good friend at most. How can a single man manage to be that delusional? Twisting every little meaningless moment into a sign, a glimmer of hope for whatever deluded rom-com he thought this was.

But god, he really swore sometime that he could feel it-- really feel it.

During late nights just like this, catching up on whatever boring bureaucratic paperwork their missions came with, alone in a dimly lit office, muttering to each other like every word that left their tounge was some grave secret, leaning over desks, smiling like fools, nearly nose to nose.

"Oh."

Spain wasn't a mission either regarded fondly. They never spoke on it, not to anyone, not even to each other. Grotesque bodies twisted into horrid creatures better left to the imagination had burned itself into their brains. There was a unique sort of fear it'd conjured up in the pits of his stomach. That feeling came back every so often, waking him in a cold sweat, a shriek of fear catching in his throat as he meets his empty, desolate bedroom. It was a shit show.

"I mean, you don't have to like, tell me or anything-- I'm sorry for asking, it's not my place, I was just... I don't know."

Nauseating notions of love and affection had been harbored behind [Name]'s ribs. The lines of want and need blurred indefinitely whenever his eyes settled on Leon, whether it be the lines of his back as he moved, or the small grin he tried to force back to keep up whatever dorky 'cool guy shtick' he thought people fell for.

The impulse to let his thoughts be known, to scream and shout, to hum them through through a shakey melody, to sob them out into Leon's lap, grew stronger and stronger whenever [Name] felt the heat of Leon's body against his own. Fingers brushing together in a breath of a touch, bumping against each other as they walked, crammed together into whatever impossibly inconvenient vehicle they had at their disposal; knees knocking together, shoulders squished, broad back against chest.

And he nearly did let it all out. They'd been through many near death experiences together, yet this one was the breaking point. This one was the one that scared [Name] down to his bone.

Humid air and muggy water clung thick to his skin, sweat and lake dripping down the bridge of his nose as his hands clutched at the soggy fabric of Leon's shirt. His hair was dripping wet, a few shades darker, put cold as his head fell into [Name]'s lap. Blood violently hacked out seeped into the cracks of the blond's lips.

The boat they resided in swayed and rocked despite the earrie stillness of the water. Blood floated in clouds suspended in the water, surrounding them.

He'd dragged Leon's dead weight out of the flooding boat onto the rickety wooden platforms of the boathouse. The stentch of old, rotting fish surrounded them, yet most suffocatingly, the fear of what Leon was even going through, what he'd failed to let him in on.

[Name]'s hands stayed on Leon. An innocent hand on his chest, making sure it rises and falls, a gentle touch against the thin skin of his neck, a finger hovering over his top lip, feeling the shallow breath hit his skin.

And just like that, the second Leon came to, gasping for breath as his body lurched forward, was the same second [Name]'s mind decided it wouldn't do to hoard that aching yearn that rested heavy in his chest, like it was eating him from the inside out.

"It's fine," his tone feigns indifference, waving off [Name]'s uncertain blabbering with a wave of his hand, silencing him then and there like a well trained dog. His gaze leaves [Name] and settles back on the papers, but his pen doesn't move. "She's just a merc. Met her a few years back."

[Name] hums, fingers fiddling with the folds of his jeans stretched across his lap. He nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard he almost draws blood. He was better than this. He was more mature than this. He wasn't still some lovesick school boy fixing to throw a fit. Right?

"Yeah, that makes sense." He sounds smaller now. "I dunno, I guess I just thought the two of you were close. Guess I was wrong...?"

"Hm."

Whatever 'plan' he had conceived while trudging their way through that village, letting it furthe waste away behind thick forest had died shortly thereafter. When he saw her.

In a castle acquainted midway between opulence and decay. It stood out in comparison to whatever humble community used to reside on the other side of its stone walls, one built from rudimentary inventions, or brick and wood, of community, of labor. The castles corridors were filled with death, twisting labyrinths covered in marble and gold.

There was a dread that followed him like out of time footsteps as his feet hit the cracked floors beneath him. He tried desperately to ignore it, but it hung over his head like an omen.

It was one he should've paid more attention to, one he shouldn't have pushed to the back of his attention-- focusing instead of the suits of armor that towered over him, on the distant sounds of metal squeaking against itself, on Leon.

In spite of it all, of failure risked at every turn available, of the thick smell of dust and cobwebs, of creaking floorboards, his heart sunk only whe his eyes settled on her.

"You can stop right there, Leon." The lul of her voice was cold, almost bored, but there was a playful fondness settled in her throat.

She was gorgeous. He hated it.

A red knit dress hugged the curves of her form, its ridges following down the line of her body, sleaves following through the elegant length of her arm, stopping just where her hand met her gun.

The leather of her glove squeaked as he grip tightened, the cold barrel brushing against the fabric of Leon's shirt as she stepped closer-- a warning, a tease.

"Wouldn't make me use this, would you?" The heel of her boots clicked against the hardwood. Her hair laid effortlessly perfect, brushing against the base of her neck. It looked soft, framing her face, skin dewy, and flushed. The depths of her eyes, dark and brooding, held Leon in place without even having to face her. the candles, flame flickering against her form, made her glow.

[Name] was offered no more than a glance. He stood there, frozen, foolishly more perturbed by the familiarity held in her voice than the gun she wielded. He was no threat to her. Wide-eyed, dejected puppy dog look he gave her was evidence enough.

Leon's eyes fluttered at the sound of her voice, a deep breath sucked in between his teeth, like he hadn't been able to breathe before he heard her voice-- or maybe it was her perfume in the air. The corners of his lips twitch, teasing a grin. "Well, after six years, that's a hell of a greeting, Ada."

Leon hissed out her name like he'd rather be rid of it, but it was an obvious farce. [Name] had grown to know very well the same lilt of fondness and longing that very clearly had wrapped their stubborn hands around Leon's neck. It was obvious, even in the tiniest ways.

It made him feel sick. He just stood there and watched, lips parted like he'd ever had something useful to say in the first place. He watched like an idiot while these two... Hell, he didn't even know.

It was utterly loathsome how well they fit together. When they spoke, when they moved, predicting every breath with practiced eased-- No, not even practiced, but something else, something worse, like second nature, like it was thoughtless. They just knew.

Each strike was just narrowly ducked beneath, leather squeeked beneath a calloused grip, a hand closing around her thin wrist, pulling her close, and empty threat of a blade against her neck, the same way her finger hadn't once grazed the trigger.

"Try using knives next time." Something about Leon's hand on her nearly set [Name] off right where he stood. Ot was firm but far from harsh or cruel. It was savoring, reverent, relieving to have her skin against his, even just like this.

"Not a bad move." A grin ghosts her features. Try as she might to fight it off, it settles beneath her skin, eyes crinkling, and [Name]'s sure her pulse beneagh his hand quickens the same way his always did. "Very smooth."

"So who are you working for this time?" Even Leon's own voice carries the weight of desire. Desire not like how [Name] yearned day and night, but like light tease, like flirty smiles, like foreplay.

"Oh, Leon," his name drips of her tongue like a poem, pain and reluctant covertness and heat all heard in the breath she sighed out. Her head lulls to the side, blinking in his gaze like a cat. The look they shared more than made up for what they'd lost in the six years, whatever the hell that was even supposed to mean. "You know I don't work and tell."

Everything else feels fuzzy.

At that moment, he felt as though the castle walls were crumbling in on him, burying him beneagh rubble and dust, the ground ready to fall beneath his feat and swallow him into the earth. He wished it did.

Something about that woman was easy to get suck in someone's head. Her voice, ao soft, so painfully sensual, striking down the center of his brain like ear bleeding static he wished would stop.

Even his own gaze couldn't stop from following her form out the window, her eyes meeting his in a fleeting glace of pity. Fucking pitty.

Was he really that obvious? How desperate he wanted Leon? Hell, how desperately he wanted to be her, just in that very second? Maybe, just maybe, if he were a girl just half as pretty as her, if he had her confidence, her shiny black hair, that voice, if he were here, then maybe Leon would want him back.

He feels like a child as he keeps a lump stuck down in his throat. It's almost painful. He doesn't trust himself to not speak, for his voice to stay steady, for his desperation to not make Itself known.

His jaw clenches as his teeth grind together. Neither of them deserved the senseless anger that reared it's ugly head inside his gut, but anger was easier to feel that disappointed. He braves himself a glance towards Leon.

Leon, who without a word, picks up his discarded gun off the floor, like nothing had even happened. Whose gaze first settles on the empty window, its framed panes swinging in the breeze, the [Name]'s, and there's nothing when they finally lock.

Quick as that, the realization dawns on him. All those late nights they spent together, hours stretching into the early morning were just work, all glances were just eyes aimlessly wondering in a need to cure boredom, touches, fingers brushing, shoulders knocking, all just mistakes, all fleeting moments were just that. Fleeting moments, not meant to extend past that brief second. They meant nothing.

Whatever sappy speech he'd prepared was stuffed back down his throat. He'd sooner die than hurt himself by entertaining the idea of him and Leon, so he clutched at his chest, feeling everything writhe beneath his skin, desperate, yearning, wanting. They clugged up his lungs, swollowed back like thick tar as they crept up his throat. He'd either suffer or allow them to die behind his mouth, drowning to silence himself, letting it weigh his body down further into the ground.

He couldn't help but be relieved for all the wrong sorts of reasons when that damned island finally went up in flames. It warmed the cast sea surrounding them now, at just the safe distance from the destruction.

That sluggish mess in his chest swelled and bubbled and screamed as he saw Leon. His hair caught the glow of the rising sun stretching its rays out behind the horizon , the water reflecting back in the grayish hues of his eyes, the sleep that pulled heavy at his lids, the bags beneath them, that reluctant look of relief. A tired grin played at his features, crooked teeth peaking out behind a crumpled smile.

Leon similarly peered over his shoulder, right back at [Name] and just... Looked.

[ragnars-tooth]

Zanna momence

(i literally had to draw this in ms paint and then bring it into krita to colour it because my tablet has no pen pressure and my apple pencil has entered the spirit realm and everything else is in [redacted] but i JUST wanted to draw a little thing before the new year but god hates me and thinks i am his strongest soldier when actually i am his most pissed off and sleepiest and he keeps giving me his hardest battles (degree i signed up to do of my own volition) so everything is broken always. ANYWAYS. NEW YEAR. HAVE ONE.)

warmup bonus zanna for my read more-ers

if ms paint had layers i would use it a lot more i think

[kuwupikaa]

Crying over the newest bsd chapter wasnt on my planning for tonight but here we are

[phagodyke]

girl leave me alone I've made up my mind I don't want to talk to u abt it anymore. and maybe I'm just paranoid but get off my tumblr lol ur not gonna get anywhere helpful/productive by reading any of this

[sgt-celestial]

(scrolling through my morning dash)

post reblogged by mutual: in a way being in the kitchen is holy. cooking with people you love is holy. Sometimes the most mundane places are also the most sacred

post reblogged by another mutual who blocked the first mutual in petty fandom drama 6 months ago: im so tired of posts calling things "holy". something doesnt have to be holy to be special. maybe being human is just Being Human. It doesnt have to be "sacred" to be good

post reblogged by third mutual who logs on once a week exclusively to post bob dylan spotify links: hold my penis tightly makes me so delighty. call me father almighty the way i serve nightly🙏🏻 #this is so may 1st 1970 core

[lleeanarr]

pt 1.

summary: The relationship was unexpected not only from the fans, but it was unexpected to the both of them as well.

genre: fluff, smau

paring: Lando Norris x Influencer!reader

!fc: Lani Pliopa

a/n: I was trying to find face claims and scrolled to Lani Pliopa’s insta and saw that lando actually liked one of her picture. Let’s say I was inspired to write this😭✋

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a/n: This took longer than i wanted to but i thought if i put everything in one post it might be too long so im dividing it into parts😅😅

[lubrumalis]

ghost headcanons! (realistic)

tw: nsfw, spoilers, dead dove do not eat

a lot of these are based off of my personal understanding of him

part 2 —> character analysis of ghost

general:

didn’t go back to manchester after his family died, too many foul memories—a lot of friends will probably know him as a murderer (comic reference, ghost was accused of killing his family in the newspaper)

has a fit body. a lot of people like to hc him as big and bulky, i think otherwise! its actually a huge disadvantage to be bulky in size as a soldier (logistics while fighting yk). most SAS soldiers are trained for endurance and fitness, i think he has a moreso lean body

hes not cold and ruthless, wouldn’t say hes a big softie either.

VERYYYY punctual. always on time

will not abuse or rape anyone. this guys been through atrocities, he would never do it to someone else

won’t hire a prostitute, ever.

honestly, hes just another dude in the military. he loves dad jokes and bourbon😭

ghost doesn’t think hes mean or tries to be, he simply is intimidating because of his size and way of talking

he likes watching soccer in his free time

gets internally offended if someone thinks hes from london (anywhere but Manchester)

very dark humoured. tell him any dark joke and he wouldn’t care

loves tea

listens to older british bands, like the smiths

cannot understand modern slang at all. what does ‘iykyk’ and ‘rizzler’ mean???

texts like a typical millennial. uses ‘😂’ and ‘😜’ unironically. types with proper grammar and spelling with punctuation too, maybe an occasional LOL

also unironically likes posts about trust issues and being a sigma male. he doesn’t actually think hes one, he just relates to those quotes that are like: “being alone is better than with fakes” 😭😭😭😭

ghost probably hates other men more than misandrists 😕 i think its bc hes always fighting other men and dealing with the cruel things theyve done, so ghost subconsciously feels more on guard with men he doesnt know

has insomnia

doesn’t cry. ghost doesn’t remember the last time he cried.

isn’t rich rich, but has a ton of savings. he doesn’t have a family or spend a lot. so the money piles up.

relationship hcs:

first off, i dont think he’d realistically get into one anyway LMAO

s/o would have to the chasing, i dont think ghost is the kind to actively pursue someone

he has charisma, doesn’t feel like using it

hes very against the idea at first—his family got murdered because he was in the military, you think hes gonna let it happen again?

probably will not like someone working with him as a soldier

i think itd go two ways: a) you are a civilian who aggressively pursues the poor guy and he gives in, b) you work as a military nurse and gradually get to know him, c) you are a longtime close friend of his before he was in the military

i cant see him being fwb with anyone, only one night stands

hes not a toxic partner or super lovey dovey

ghost doesn’t entertain multiple women at once

itd most likely end up in a breakup where he fears for your safety:(((

BUT lets ignore that

tbh, i think he would probably be with someone very empathetic and kind to others. he doesn’t like people overly energetic, too soft, or someone that annoys him

persons gotta be independent and good with long distance

simon doesn’t care about age gaps, but probably wants someone at least in their late twenties

had a hard time opening up, eventually told you everything once he trusts you

another reason why i think he wants someone empathetic is because he has severe trust issues😃😃

last thing he’d care about is looks for long term relationships

the type of guy to disappear for 6 months and reappear to be like “remember im your husband???”🫡

doesn’t let you tell your friends about him—No hes not being uncommitted or toxic, but hes simply being cautious after what happened to his family

you can’t show anyone photos of him, his name, his occupation, NOTHHINGGG

so you fake a name for your bf who your friends think you’re lying about

definitely does not let you post on social media about him either.

installs security in your home, teaches you self defense, and gives you weapons. this guy can be paranoid

will never hit you or lay a hand on you

ghost genuinely thinks you saved him—his life was bleak and empty before you came in. subconsciously thinks of you as a savior

he buys you gifts, does chores for you, he really likes you :(

ghost actively tries to make his voice sound softer and friendlier when hes talking to you

doesnt understand playing mind games, things like the silent treatment or “im ok” when ur not ok thing. just tell him how you feel

doesn’t tell his team about your existence. you and his job are always going to be separate.

avoids talking about what he does in the military. ghost has killed and injured many and he doesn’t want you to see that side of him.

scary dog privileges for SURE

[mimikyuno]

things about ave mujica that are making me lose my mind

making a post to gather my thoughts after ep6 bc uhm. 😃

first off, WHERE IS UIKA!!! not only did she not appear ONCE in episode 6, but her angsty narration (which we usually hear throughout each episode) was also missing from episode 6!!! what!!! and the last time we saw her she was hugging saki’s pillow breathing in it and letting 2 mugs of coffee go cold in saki’s room. yearning and pining unstable style. im gonna lose my mind. UIKA COME BACK I NEED TO SEE YOU CRASH OUT SO BAD I NEED TO PICK YOUR BRAIN

I NEED SAKIKO TO BE OKAY ASAP. her situation is giving me palpitations i literally feel sick thinking about the position she is in rn. she lost EVERYTHING - her mom, her dad, her old life, crychic, her freedom, ave mujica, and mutsumi. she is living with a manipulative, controlling grandpa who robbed her of her freedom and treated her creative project she tried to use and get out of poverty and support herself and her dad as just a silly kid’s game that ended up as a mess he fixed for her. she found out her best friend has DID and her alter told her “YOU broke her and made her go dormant. i hate you. she might never be back”. and rn she’s deeply avoidant and dissociated and she feels she cannot/doesnt want to share what happened with her dad or her family so where to fucking start opening up??? and she’s alone and has to go through it alone anyway, so what’s the point? why would she ask for help? so she dissociates and avoids and rejects tomori’s kindness. and now soyo is pissed at her and no one understands what she’s going through and she’s all alone and putting up walls is the only way she’s not falling apart but everyone sees her as a villain with her walls up. im feeling sick im feeling sick im crying on the bus

CAN WE PLEASE ADDRESS HOW NYAMU GOT AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX ABOUT ACTING BC OF MUTSUMI’S “PERFORMANCE”?? WHEN MUTSUMI JUST HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN ON STAGE? like this is insane. GIRL SHE WASNT ACTING 😭 pls take up the acting job you wanted!! i feel bad for her she’s so deeply insecure she also needs help. someone help her

fr is umiri on T? her voice keeps getting lower every episode 😭 she’s trying to achieve butch levels never seen before in girls band anime, next episode she’s coming in with short hair and a carabiner ⛓️. jokes aside i need her to stop with the “im too cool to care” act and admit she cares about the members of avemuji and pls help them bc ngl i feel like she’s the most mentally stable of the bunch. tho looking at the opening i might be wrong tbh lmao

makes me insane how mortis is the protector but also she’s clearly a little - an alter who is still a child. i love her so much. but also like mortis and mutsumi need another fucking alter to mediate between them bc they’re giving me anxiety!! ALSO HELLO?? THEY FELL DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS? had a public breakdown that got filmed by people as soyo shielded them??? they were locked in their room for like what, 2 months?? soyo spent 3 days and nights with mortis and mutusmi’s parents did not appear once bro. we saw one maid lead soyo to the room which was a WRECK and soyo was the one who helped tidy up. mutsumi’s family has completely given up on her and mortis, hid them like a dirty secret in their bedroom. it makes me sick i hate them i hate them

raana. that’s it. she makes me insane. aura farming like it’s a full time job

i need these girls to get help rn. please someone get them a group therapist im so fr

[kayyrandomposts]

(here are my Marcus Flint Headcanons,sorry if you all dont like it😭 hope you all like it)

1)

Hes russian,i dont know why but he just gives me russian vibes so i'll probabily do him russian in every post,i'll use google translator to translate the russian things he'll say so dont hate on me if the translate is wrong😭

2)

Hes a bottom (or maybe a switch) he just doesnt gives me a "top" vibe,everyone do him a top in every story,dont get me wrong,i love the stories but cmon,lets normalize Flint being a bottom,please,i'll probabily make him mostly a bottom in my posts so yeahh.

3)

Hes DEADLY afraid of all types of insects (like me). He just cant stand looking at them even tho he will NOT admit this fear (everyone knows it bc he makes it dead obvious),everytime he'll see an insect,this boy will scream and probabily hide behind whoever is near him for protection (its kinda funny now that i think abt it)

4)

This boy KNOWS how to cook,and knows it very well,i know he does knows it,thats all i have to say.

5)

Hes gay. His guy is the most homosexual boy on earth,even if he fucks and makes out with multiple girls,hes HOMOSEXUAL,he just does it w girls because hes probabily bored😭.

6)

Hes afraid of dentists. No need for an explaination.

7)

He likes books even tho he hates studying,his favourite books are probabily horror ones or dark romance ones.

8)

His favourite colors are dark green and black,even if he'll never admit it,he likes purple too.

9)

His favourite animals are snakes and cats,he has a pet snake in his house,his parents told him multiple times he couldnt have it but they gave up and gave him a pet snake for his 14th birthday,its a girl and her name its probabily Cherri.

10)

WALKING RED FLAG but when you get to know him and he opens up to you,he'll be a sweetheart (and probabily threaten you if you tell it to anyone)

11)

DADDY ISSUES. ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE DADDY ISSUES. His mother left his father for another man and since Marcus is IDENTICAL to his mother,his father hates him for looking so much like her.

12)

MASSIVE trust issues,this man wont open up to you so easily,it could take days,months or even a whole year for him to open up to you.

13)

His favourite foods are sandwiches,he cares about his health so he always eat sandwiches.

14)

He has scars all over his body,from fightes or quidditch practices or matches probabily left by bludgers.

15)

He has sleepy eyes and   has a DAMN SCARY death glare.

16)

He has earrings,he got them at 12 and always wears the damn same (black pearls) even if he has a collection of ALL BLACK earrings (and wears a lot of black rings,bracalets and necklaces too).

17)

His wardrobe is ALL BLACK even tho the only colored hoodies he has are from either Adrian Pucey or from Terence Higgs.

18)

He hates Snape and professor Sprout because Snape is too strict and he hates Sprout only because he hates herbology.

19)

His favourite subjects are flying lessons (of course.) And Defense Against Dark Arts.

20)

(LAST ONE FOR NOW.)

He (Strangely) LOVES stuffed animals,he has a snake stuffed animal (From Adrian) hidden in his room so no one can find it (his whole team knows it.) He probabily even sleeps with his snake stuffed animal.

(ALRIGHT THATS IT FOR NOW,IK ITS BAD SORRY,TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT AND GIVE ME MORE IDEAS FOR OTHER HEADCANONS AND TELL ME MORE CHARACTERS TO DO,BYEE)

[enden-k]

btw sry to the ppl who came for fanart and get blasted w all the oc stuff LMAOOO

its nothing new but i fell out of a few fandoms, gnshn mainly. due to all the ongoing drama w hoyogames caused by the fandom over the stupidest things (im not involved or get involved in any of that but it always happened i saw stuff here and there on my tl and its just wow), then all the stupid shit hyv pulled in the past months and get away with constantly, then how extremely time consuming and demanding and repetitive everything became etcetcetc i kinda have issues with playing their games. theres jsut no energy or interest left bc all this above is kinda outweighing anything that made me enjoy it before?

(i still adore a bunch of characters and might draw some again but i really am not sure if i will get into the game itself again. im just tired and nothing keeps me there anymore tbh)

zzz is enjoyable as its v chill on time and the team behind it is a new one so the game is sm more different it rlly doesnt feel like a hoyo game anymore. hsr is also ok tho i dont always keep track w it lately, sometimes i just get a bit bored of it when theres nothing interesting baiting me into finishing story stuff lol

whaaat i mean to say is thats kinda why im not rlly doing much fanart lately??? since there was no major thing that had my constant attention and kept me drawing 1000 things at a time lately. i jump from interest to interest rn when it comes to fandom stuff and draw whenever inspo strikes i guess

rn im going back to old fandoms again and rewatching/rereading/replaying all my most favorite things for some happiness. im currently hyperfixating real bad on my fav animanga once again so i might post some doodles of that or other shows i rlly enjoyed and rewatched, maybe even fate or FF stuff again

i rlly have to say since i stopped actively playing gnshn/spending so much time with keeping up with hoyogames and do all my stuff there every single day, i feel mentally SO MUCH better and suddenly have sm good time to use for other things (also ngl i feel like having to keep up daily w those type of games/playing sm gacha turned me really stupid and impatient over the years)

i even got back to draw OCs and create a new comic again after almost 6 YEARSSSSS of not working on my own stories. im feeling really happy rn, drawing stuff that is not gnshn/hyv related be it my OCs or other things i rlly enjoy like alnst etc (its prolly also another reason why im going back to old, favorite things rn bc i wanna create for everything that is dear to me and i didnt do before bc i didnt have my artblog back then yet)

anw sorry for rambling sm LMAO i guess you can consider this some kind of an update/explanation!! OC art and mixture of hyperfixations, favorite things and whatever im into atm, NOT a gnshn only artist

[httpino]

hiii! no one asked but i wanted to post my team 10 related headcanons. again not canon compliant at all n its very college au :D

Team 10 Headcanons

- choji has to start using everyone else as his taste testers because ino n shikamaru are sick of his food

- like don’t get them wrong they love it normally but after choji cooks the same hidden cloud dish for the millionth time (he’s preparing a home cooked meal for karui), they’re tapped out

- one time there were rumors that shikamaru n ino were dating and ino almost tf passed out

- she was wondering where she went so wrong

- it was the most embarrassing week of her life and to this day, she can’t think about it without being annoyed

- they drunkenly got matching tattoos

- ino has instigated every single fight to happen in her 4 years at konoha academy

- and trust n believe she got those fight videos too

- ino taught choji and shikamaru all about flowers

- they didn’t gaf that much but they start to find it interesting how many different things can be conveyed with flowers

- especially when they started dating their respective girlfriend

- ino is dramatic and cannot go out with choji n shikamaru if they look messy (in her eyes)

- she’ll see a wrinkle in shikamaru’s shirt and she makes him take it off and shows him how to iron it

- ino damn near threw up when her dad made a joke about her marrying shikamaru or choji

- she called them her brothers n inoichi never bothered her again

- choji brought up his n karui’s 6 month anniversary and shikamaru n ino are like “??? who??”

- choji remembers that he actually forgot to tell them lolz!

- it wasn’t on purpose, after choji went on an extended trip to the hidden cloud n met karui, he just wanted to keep her to himself for a bit

- speaking of dating, shikamaru n choji tried the whole “if you hurt her we’ll kill you” spiel on sai but he was so unphased that they were embarrassed

- they realized their worry was unneeded after sai made a girl who was nasty to ino cry

- when shikamaru tells them that he’s officially dating temari, he watches choji begrudgingly slip ino a twenty dollar bill

- appalled they were betting on him but mainly that choji was betting against him

- they’re all very very comfy with one another

- i’m talking they had sleepovers up until the age of 17 and after they graduated, they moved in together

- no one can really guess what vibe these mfs be on, the only people who truly understand them is them

- their ideal days all consist of spending time with one another

- ino really doesnt play about these two

- they’re her blood (in her mind) and anyone who slights them have slighted her

- which is terrible for shikamaru n choji’s opps because you never want ino fucking yamanaka mad at you

- very unserious trio, we love you inoshikacho!

[wolfboyvirus-art]

comes out of hibernation to post this. doesnt return for another 6 months

original under the cut

[lustrousims]

Save File Progress - San Myshuno

haven't posted any save file progress pics in a while, so hello everyone, here we are once again!

The Jacobsens

Lara moved to the city chasing her dream of becoming a model. Despite her talent, she faced constant rejection due to her skin condition. After deciding to leave the modeling world behind, she found a new path when she met her now-husband, Markus, who helped her see her true beauty beyond the industry's standards.

2. The Lowe Family

Why are Gretel and Alonzo even living here? San Myshuno is a place for successful young folk, not middle-agers. Gretel was big in her 20s, but years without another acting gig has made her think nobody remembers her anymore.

3. Alt Lovers

Alicia and Micah have been sweethearts for 6 years, and when Alicia came out as bisexual to Micah, they had a conversation about what it could mean for their relationship. Alicia didn't want to break things off, but she was curious in exploring her sexuality. They decided that it would be best for them to add another woman into their relationship, and thus Roma came in. The three have been together for 10 months and they all adore each other. This was truly the best decision for this couple.

4. Boys r Us

Meet Lynn: the fearless mom of four wild sons [and husband], whose life is a never-ending game of Whack-a-Mess. She’s a ninja at dodging flying Nerf darts, a referee for daily WWE-style living room matches, and a reluctant connoisseur of memes so dumb they make her eye twitch. When she’s not rescuing socks from the vacuum or untangling someone from a blanket fort disaster, she’s probably sighing at yet another “hilarious” SimTok her kids insist she must see. Her superpower? Adoring her perfect family.

5. The Conway Family

Quirky Kari was adopted when she was 5 years old by her fathers Isaac and Leonard. When she was 8, her father Leonard decided that taking care of her was a 'full-time job' because she has a disability. Leonard separated from Isaac on the spot and now lives in the Landgraab Apartments. Kari was too young to understand why her father left and Isaac is too afraid to break it to her. Isaac has been heartbroken since Leo left, but he knows its better this way…Even if he doesnt pay any child support.

6. Leonard Conway

Leonard was previously married to Isaac Conway and fathered his now-teenage daughter Kari until she was 8. He knew he couldnt properly care for Kari, who he deemed was a super high maintenance child, so he got up and left one morning. He misses his ex-husband sometimes, but he genuinely believes he made the right decision for himself. He belongs to nobody and is meant to be alone. He is a successful travel writer who travels for months at a time; he should've never committed to having a family.

[sinful-lanterns]

Same person as the Jasmine issue

1 and 2- I know my dictionary you don't need to educate me what I already know. You yourself said in your post you were expecting a poc/black character because she was advertised as being of exotic origins. I really don't know why you suddenly started blabbering about racism when I was telling you exotic is a word referring to things outside one's culture. Of course it's weird to call a person exotic but I was referring to things overall. If you live in one continent then everything from another continent is exotic to you that's what it meant. Du Ruo or Yanyan were never called exotic but so is the same for Jasmine, unless you can find in the story where she is called that. And I gave the former two as an example for you to understand the first time when you single mindedly thought only a black person can be treated as foreign/different in the game setting. Now I am getting confused because where the fck you are going with the first point of yours to me when you yourself said in your first post thaat you were expecting Jasmine to be poc/black because of one word. And I was only trying to explain but your stupid pea brain cannot comprehend.

3- Clearly you skipped the story and it's half a year ago (according to cn release) not a year ago, it's been like 2 months on global (then you should have known even better but oh well you don't) but since you do keep up with cn news you must have seen it 6 months ago when cn updated. She was at the end of the last main story chapter on global go fcking read and see.

4- Did aisno ever say they take inspo from real people? It's a frictional world they can even create their own cultures, politics, economy. Unless they said they took inspiration from something but didn't implement ist correctly then you can go cry about it. I looked up the Tswana, at least spell it right. Literally nothing looks alike nor did they say the clothes or anything are based on it so what makes you call it racism? Keep crying about a frictional culture in a game.

Ps- not mad at your take on her, but the lack of brain cells in you is astonishing how you keep putting words in that were never there and unnecessarily relating her to something that doesnt even relate to her and your lack of research

Note: No, SWANA is not an incorrect spelling. SWANA is an acronym used for Southwest Asian and North African. MENA and Middle Eastern are also terms used to refer to the people of those regions, I just used SWANA because that is what I’m most familiar with and often see. Tswana refers to the language and people in Botswana and South Africa.

If you read my original post critiquing Jasmine’s design (the one where I talked about all the new sinners), the only reason I brought up being disappointed by her lack of melanin, was because in her CONCEPT ART which was released alongside her, she had some of her beta designs having darker skin.

And here is some of her concept arts that you can find on the left:

I understand there are lots of SWANA people who have lighter skin, but the fact that we could’ve had her with darker skin, it could’ve been great. Is it so wrong for me to be disappointed with the choice for lack of skin diversity in a gacha game? Obviously I understand not everyone in the Middle East will be dark, but it’s the fact that we could’ve had another sinner with darker skin that made me disappointed. I was merely expressing my disappointment with the choice Aisno made to make her lighter. But now with some newfound information that just released after I made that post, I understand the choice made now, as Aisno probably did it to avoid controversy with a certain scene.

EDIT: Also, i forgot to mention this but if you wanted to see where Jasmine was referred to as “exotic,” this is how she was marketed in her first teaser. @/PathtoSnake is an account that is reliable in translating CN news to English, and is where I get all my PTN news from:

Secondly, I went to go rewatch the ending of Chapter 14 just to make sure I wasn’t forgetting Jasmine being there (as you so claimed). I’ve went through each scene of the new characters introduced, and none of them bore any resemblance to Jasmine. If you’re referring to this woman:

Who is the closest person I can think of being close to Jasmine, this woman is not her. According to @/PathtoSnake on Twitter, Jasmine and the “Delicate Female Voice” are different women because of their marks:

Jasmine’s marks/scars are on her back. The Delicate Female Voice has her mark on her waist. I don’t think Aisno would forget such an important detail about a character and forget about the placement of the Delicate Female Voice’s marks.

Also, your argument on Aisno saying they don’t take inspiration from real people and cultures is actually bullshit. Following your logic, that means Eastia is not based off China because Aisno didn’t explicitly say so, despite all Eastian sinners having Chinese names, similar clothes, and culture. Aisno, and many other gacha games, do take inspiration from real life cultures and people. Even if not explicitly said; clothes, names, and other aspects of culture shown in the game, pretty much imply that they were inspired by the real world.

[softspace-fics]

Hi, absolutely no pressure to write anything, but would you be willing to write an agere fic/ oneshot ft. Caregiver Quill from the MCU with a little reader, preferably his daughter/kid if you wanna keep it gender neutral. Maybe something about him comforting them after they have a bad dream about him going away again post Infinity War, making them a bottle and/or rocking them with comforting words? Maybe reader is between 2-4? Aaa unsure if this is good or not, could you tag @quillcore in it so I don’t miss it if you do? Again absolutely no pressure!! Its just so hard to find content about my dad :’) thank you in advance if you do,,

Never gone.

A/N - Yes!! I love Quill! I suck with dialog because I'm not super used to writing it, but I tried! Also, Im not sure what preferred caregiver name or nickname you wanted but I did my best ^.^

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of death, yelling, panic attack, carrying, fluff, use of fem pronouns and nicknames, side characters of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

Papa!Peter Quill x Little!Fem reader

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"We don't know if he's going to be back pumpkin. We aren't even sure what happened. You'll have to stay here in the tower until everything finally settles" Steve calmly reminds you, after you ask for your papa for the millionth time.

Your papa had gone missing almost 6 months ago, and all uncle steve could tell you was that he just.. poofed?

"It doesn't matter anymore Steve. They aren't coming back. Lying to the kid won't help!" Tonys booming voice suddenly came through the closed door that him and Steve were currently in.

"She doesnt understand what's going on. I refuse to-" Steves voice suddenly went too quiet to hear.

You slowly crawl to the door, sitting right by it, trying to hear through the solid wood.

"For all we know they could be dead. Giving her false hope will end up causing more problems when she eventually find out." Tony's stern voice pierced your ears as much as it did your heart.

"Papa dead?" You slowly whisper out, your breath getting stuck in your throat as tears brimmed in your eyes.

Steve stormed out to the living room, and immediately saw the tears streaming down your face and crouched in front of you, worry that you overheard, coursing through his veins.

"Hey hey, Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Dead? He dead?" You look at Steve with nothing but agony and fear, your voice strained.

His look of disappointment and his eyes filling with fear of your reaction tells you everything you need.

"Nonono not Papa! Papa! No! No-"

"Sweetheart!" Quills gentle yet firm voice shakes you out of your awful dream. You look around your surroundings before throwing your arms around your papa, sobbing.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, it's all over. I'm alive. Your safe." Quill gently runs his hands through your hair, softly rocking you, helping you to get through another nightmare.

The day you found out he had been blipped, was the day your world fell apart. After finally getting him back a year ago, you still havent recovered from the 5 years without him.

Quill gently picks you up, walking around your apartment, whispering gentle praises and comforting words.

When you finally peak out of his neck, your face swollen and puffy from crying, your eyes full of fear and worry. Worry that you could be imaginating his smell, that everything you see could be a lie.

"Sweetheart, i'm back, permanently. Theres nothing that could take me from you ever again." Your papa gently reassures you.

When he came back and they defeated Thanos (Or the big bad purple guy), he stepped away from being a fighter, and part of the squad that would go on missions. He would still help from on base, but he would spend most of his time with you.

Quill softly bounces you as he walks to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle, and quickly heating it up to your favorite temp.

Its around the time the bottles in your lips and his soft singing fills your ears that you realize this isnt a dream. Your able to comprehend that your papa wasnt dead. He was still here to love you even if that meant that when you thought he was gone, he had to remind you he would always come back for you.

He walks around the living room calming you downa s you finish off your bottle, and the sun starts to peak through the blinds.

Quill softly sets the now empty bottle down on the coffee table and walks back to his room, holding you closely to his chest.

He lays down with you in his arms, softly kissing your nose, and telling you a story of his time in the guardians. How your uncle rocket was just the silliest friend, even if your Papa got annoyed by the little trash panda at times.

"Papa?" You tiredly ask.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He softly replies.

"No gone?"

"No gorgeous. Papas not gone. Never gone from you."

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Tags:

@quillcore

[wolfertinger]

"keep this anonymous please and thanks. shes known to harass anyone who doesnt want to associate with her anymore and i dont want to be another target for her.

so bodybag or majora or whatever she wants to be called [ lokistinywaist / brianpilled ] wants to reblog palestine based posts to virtue signal and keep eyes offa her? hey bodybag. former oomf of urs that got sick of ur victim complex, here: do u remember the time u cried about being stalked and harassed because of the last callout post made on u while you were stalking and harassing someone else who tried to cut you off? do u remember how you used the genocide of palestine as a way to get attention on urself and make urself "more of a victim"? and how did she do that, one might ask? u made a post about palestine gofundmes (even though prior to this u never once shared anything related to the genocide) in the middle of ur whiny rants about being called out, and then shortly after, bragged about the fact that no one brought up how u made a gfm post for palestine. cause you were clearly trying to paint this picture that people were just ignoring ur "good deeds" and only trying to focus on the bad parts to make u look bad?

well don't take my word for it!

a few of us remember that actually.

this was 6 months ago i think. i dont have the date anymore but its fairly recent. i never got why no one called more attention to this but i remember she deleted it shortly after the one artist she was harassing mentioned something about it on her main account.

using an ongoing genocide like this isnt a good look. u and salem are perfect for each other. best friends for life!

"

these people claim to be leftists. yet. their abusive personalities, use leftist politics more as a weapon to harm others, rather than as a tool for justice.

such as, claiming "trans mascs and cis women" to be behind your callouts, despite being, AFAB. or, using palestinian people AS PROPS.