#...yeahhhhhhhh

[robo-dino-puppy]

I'm alive (theoretically)! I'm almost ready to start putting things up on the armor gallery <- view in a desktop browser for best results pls

the consensus from this post seems to be to keep the sky portion which is fine with me, but last call if you want to make your opinion known! next question:

ok it's not super obvious when the pics are tumblr-sized, but any thoughts on if should I have the shield overlay not visible (left) or visible (right) on the shield-weaver? or both since there will be two images? no overlay with no headgear/visible with headgear maybe?

also I'd still love to find someone knowledgeable in current CSS/javascript/tumblr theme making (my CSS is many years out of date, I don't know js, and while I'm sure I could make a theme I simply don't have the spare brainpower to do it right now). the dropdown menus work on desktop but are iffy at best on mobile, and while I tried to make the theme* responsive to screen size changes, I'm sure it could be done better.

From what I understand of javascript (admittedly very little), a js dropdown menu would work much better on touchscreens - but if there's some sophisticated CSS that would also do the job I'd love to hear about it!

so if anyone wants to help me out in this area, I (and probably anyone who uses the armor gallery) would greatly appreciate it 🙏

*the theme I modified is like... ancient... and doesn't support NPF. which is not exactly a problem because before the old post editor went the way of the dinosaurs, I created *checks blog* 316 drafts in the old format. lol. lmao, even. I may not be good at planning but I AM good at hoarding! still, a theme that's up to current tumblr (and HTML/CSS) standards would be nice.

[chuck-the-goon]

‘Scio quid estis vos.’

Adam x Ronan (The Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater)

[hell-of-blazing-fires]

[jamesspunk]

Sam you are going to hell but this was pretty funny happy pride

[oscarkelfbom]

IF I DIE BURY ME IN AN OILERS JERSEY BECAUSE I MIGHT JUST COME BACK 🔥‼️

[leechaeryeonqs-moved]

your honour, that man can't fucking drive.

[funnynamehaha]

FUCK THE NINTENDO DIRECT TODAY IS DREAM BBQ DAY BAYBEEEEE

[kyoukorpse]

I feel bad for letting them exist as they are. poor thang.

[yayll]

Soo umm maybe angsty request but a reader who works at the agency but misses her old life? Like, family or her old self. If you wanna and like the idea!! Have fun💕

i know this is a thousand yrs late and i am so sorry abt that but also. thank you for trusting me w this request i rlly took it to heart and i cracked these damn knuckles and hopefully wrote something you'll like :') i had fun, angel. MWAH.

- a little something about emotions and Dazai's way of perceiving yours ~

"Aughhh..."

You're groaning at your desk again, face down and resting your forehead on the cold wooden surface. Lately, it's been the same cycle. You come to work and the day goes by in a blink of an eye, and suddenly... There is nothing else to look forward to but to do it all again tomorrow. It's been tough, with the agency constantly bombarded with cases and quite literally saving the world, you've forgotten to call home every week like you used to. Now it's every other month, if at all.

There are times when you go on your lunch break and think about how ordinary your life used to be, how you used to spend your time doing the opposite of what you do now. Joining the agency was a wonderful turning point in your life and you wouldn't trade it for the world, but sometimes it felt like there was too much happening, you were falling behind and not connecting enough with the foundations that made you, you. It was an overstimulating nightmare.

Your co-workers were so talented and caring and it felt like a family with the way you all worked as a unit and watched out for each other, yet the intrusive thoughts about you never quite fitting in wouldn't leave your mind. Or your face, for that matter.

This is where Dazai knew he had to get involved.

He could tell your mind was elsewhere, and he hated that. You were supposed to be wherever he was, even if you didn't fully know it yet. He constantly perceived you from across the office where he slacked off work as usual, but this time it wasn't to await his next grand revelation... It was to figure out why you seemed so distant. So far, yet so close. You always laughed at his jokes and antics, all a part of his attention seeking persona around the agency, but he could hear the way your laugh seemed to die down in your throat as if it burned to even make a sound. He recognized it as the kind of burn whiskey left behind in his own throat when he had his occasional drinks at Lupin after a particularly hard day. Dazai knew the feeling of ruminating, of feeling stuck in the past and how it could keep you from existing in the present if not dealt with properly. But he wasn't exactly the shining example of dealing with one's feelings, not when he was a walking contradiction, which is why he hesitated to bring this up to you directly.

Of course, that didn't stop him from trying, not when you're groaning so adorably within earshot.

Not when he would do anything for you to drop that fastidious attitude that won't give him the proper time of day. It was pathetic and selfish of him, but it was sincere. With a fixed smile like a Cheshire cat, he prances towards your desk and stands there for a solid minute before you realize the familiar entity looming over you.

You slowly look up, dark under eyes are the first to properly greet him, along with that cute clip in your hair that's barely holding it all together. He thinks you look even cuter this way even if you were at your worst, and that made him feel a tad guilty... just a tad. He clears his throat softly as a deceptively cheerful voice pours out of him.

"Hi! You're looking awfully exhausted today."

You hum, a weak smile adorning your lips. You didn't want to smile at all, but it was a force of habit, so why not use it on the biggest clown you knew?

"Yeah? That's real observant of you, Dazai."

His heart races as you poke back, what a precious creature you were. He responds with faux indignance, rolling his eyes and the whole bit.

"Uh yeah, of course! It's why they pay me the big bucks, silly. You should try being like me sometime."

"Ah, is that the only thing I should try being? Not very original of me, I must say."

His smile drops to a more sly smirk as he shrugs, sighing dramatically while casting his gaze elsewhere for a moment.

You should try to be mine, he thinks to himself.

He doesn't deserve that honor, but it's the truth and he can always count on delusion.

"Eh, who cares about originality? That's what writers use as an excuse to torture themselves. It's no fun, You might as well jump off a bridge with me instead."

You raise an eyebrow at that, your fake smile becoming a bit more genuine now.

"I think I'll pass on that, Dazai."

He pouts, and you hate that he resembles a puppy with the way his eyes comically droop.

"Such a shame. I was hoping we could share that experience together. It would be quite the work bonding exercise, don't you think?~"

You nod, your voice laced with what he hopes is a playful retort, but it is much too deadpan.

"I'm sure it would."

"You know, you're surprisingly hard to torment."

You hum once more, shrugging as you look back down at the files on your desk, unable to hold his dark eyes that seem to penetrate your very soul.

"... Well I suppose I could say the same about you."

Before you know it, you feel his warm breath against your cheek, having leaned down to your level to murmur in your ear. It's velvety and far too intimate for the middle of the workday, tempting like the devil himself.

"Like I said, we could always drown our sorrows in the river. That always helps."

You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze, a slight flush begins to burn your cheeks and you wish you hadn't turned at all. It's sick the way every once in a while he'll test your boundaries to see if you'll let him in, if you'll see past the charm and the self destructive tendencies that might just seal his fate one day.

But you need him right now! And you clearly need a bit more of a push rather than just jokes, so he makes a point to grill you until you have no choice but to run into his hypothetical arms. In that instant, he catches your phone light up, the word 'MOM' is as clear as the red that spreads through your face.

Ah, so that's it.

"Seems like you should take that."

Your eyes widen as you flicker between him and your phone. Shit.

"Maybe later. I'm not really in the headspace for a call right now... Might go out for some lunch and get some air."

"I like air. Perhaps we can get some together? You might have too much and need someone to resuscitate you."

You snort softly and immediately feel embarrassed for being so casual out of your own human weakness. Yet somehow Dazai's ridiculous jokes always manage to get you to play along and forget that very embarrassment.

"CPR involves air, Dazai. You'd kill me in the process."

He clutches his chest, letting out a dreamy breath.

"Ahhh. Romantic, don't you think? I'd follow you immediately, of course~"

You shake your head as you stand up to walk out for your much needed reprieve from the inescapable thoughts you can't shake.

"You're impossible."

He stands back to give you your space and sticks his hands into his coat pockets, beginning to follow right behind you. He taps your shoulder when your back is fully turned to him, clearing his throat as he says your name in the most sinful way.

"Ahem. You forgot your phone."

You freeze in your tracks. You want to so badly do what your mind is screaming to do, but you can't bring yourself to do it. The battle between wanting to grab that bit of normalcy you miss and wanting to avoid it like the plague is the fear of the commitment to acknowledge it. You slowly turn to face him holding out your phone for you and yet again... It stings when he looks at you like that. Like he actually cares. It makes you feel drunk on the sensation of being seen on a deeper level, the butterflies in your stomach keep saying so. You sigh, and mumble back.

"Leave it. I don't need it right now."

He steps a little closer, way too close for comfort. His voice drops to a more serious tone, yet it's nothing but gentle, firm. It's a Dazai you don't think you've ever heard except when on a mission. Even then it always felt performative. But not now. He takes your hand in his bandaged one and holds it out for a moment with your palm facing up. His desire for you to make amends with your troubles is far more important than proper customs, so he needs to do this and do it now before you drown any deeper and he loses his self control.

He can save you even if you're too stuck in your own self pity to see the brightness of your own future. How you shine like a diamond in the rough, if only you'd just let yourself live in the now. He whispers to you.

"I think she'd like to know how you're doing. Family, they're the only normalcy you can have sometimes... Especially in this line of work. I think you know that."

You gaze into his dark eyes, and for the first time are not afraid to hold eye contact as you realize you actually want to hear more. Finally, a real piece of him is being shown to you?

"... Is that something you relate to, Dazai?"

He almost winces at that, a flashback of two friends he once considered family flash into his mind. Maybe today is a Lupin day. He could imitate your angelic laughter as the whiskey burns his throat. He hides all of this with a nasty little smirk, elusive as ever as he lies through his teeth.

"Absolutely not."

You seem a bit disappointed at first, but before you can dwell on it too much, your thoughts flicker back to the phone call you realize it might be time to make. Your mood is instantly different. Hopeful, even. Dazai places your phone in your palm, slowly closing your hand into a small fist. His hand lingers on top of your knuckles for a second too long, and you realize you are, in fact, unable to keep looking him in the eye like this or else you might just collapse knowing he'd catch you. The concept alone is intoxicating.

"I'm gonna take this, okay?"

His smirk softens, almost boyish with the way he instantly relaxes and reverts back to his usual self. The mood shifts back to how it felt before, and Dazai nods in reassurance.

"You go get some air. I'll be here."

He waves you off as you flash him one last smile before exiting the office. That'll keep him going for a while, he thinks. You look so beautiful when you're full of life, he hopes it rubs off on him too. He stands there for a long time in deep thought, simply smiling at the floor. At some point your hair clip fell out without you noticing, and so he picks it up, pocketing it. He'll consider this the consummation of your relationship.

An hour passes by and you walk back into the office, eager to tell Dazai about your call back home and how refreshed you feel. That he was right, and you wanted to share this new found perspective that he helped you approach and conquer. You find the office is completely empty, and when your eyes glance at your desk, there's a sticky note left on one of the many trinkets you display on it. You read it out loud to yourself.

"You long for the past, so perhaps we can recreate it. Maybe a nice long walk by the river, or we could always try a more private solution.

Either way, I'm at your mercy.

- Osamu"

You can't help but want to kick your feet at the little heart he doodled next to his messy handwriting and make a mental note to properly give him your contact info next time. You'd make sure to take a call from him, because you know he'd make it worth your while.

He always does.

[shouyuus]

miss rain.... are opla reqs still being taken.... for sanji... ive been infected by the stupid pretty chef.....

ukno i actually have a line cook!sanji x baker!reader fic wip that's been sitting in my drafts for like... 8 months (maybe longer since opla came out before that lol) but i've not been feeling super duper muse-y for it so i haven't added to it since then :(

but!!! here's the start of it just for funsies since idk if i'll ever finish slkdfjsd <3

You’re crying the first time he meets you.

The alley is dark, and, Sanji thinks that in another story, this might’ve ended very badly for you. Thankfully, this is not that kind of story, and Sanji is the farthest thing from that kind of man.

“Miss? You alright?” He takes a final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the brick wall next to him and dropping it in a small puddle by his feet.

You hiccup, wiping at your face before hugging your arms around yourself, sniffling.

“Y-yeah… I’m fine. Just…” you shiver and Sanji takes a step closer, squinting in the dim light, moving slow so as not to spook you.

“Here, you must be freezing.” He offers you his jacket, keeping far enough for you to turn and run if you wanted to. A part of him thinks that if you’re smart, you would.

You eye the jacket for a second before your eyes flick up to his face. He sees you doing the mental math — the apron, the rolled-up sleeves, the unmistakable smell of cooking oil and onions, the slightly loosened tie at his neck — you reach out and take the jacket with a small smile.

“Thanks.”

“No worries, love.”

[intrcrypt]

Oh Hallowed Name.

[sweasling]

powerpuff girls bad boys

alvin and the chipmunks buttercups

i tried to do them all humanoid like the alivn and the chipmunks but ,. I. Strayed after Grians . and i turned them Real

i’m. losing my mind a little bit

[kazbiter]

"you're always the car crash ronan" of course he is!! what else could he possibly be? he's an ancient being shrunken down and shoved into the body of a gay 18 year old boy yet still left with the capacity to feel the full intensity of every human emotion imaginable in it's entirety and create things beyond comprehension without the knowledge of why or how or most importantly what for. one day he wakes up to find the family he depends on to give him a place in this world shattered and broken at his feet and has nowhere to go and he can't go home. he's a fast car on a closed track... what else is left for him to do but spin out???

[modmad]

Hey Mod, this is gonna sound a little random but I found an old but still good jacket in my closet the other day and wore it to an outing with a friend. Added a couple badges on it and for once in my life I felt cool about how I presented myself. So I've been thinking about adding more stuff to that jacket, patches, badges, teach myself embroidery so I can embroider designs on it.

And among the ideas I have for that jacket, the quote from TPOH came to mind. "It's me, and it's mine." So I wanna embroider that on my jacket, as I wanna turn that plain jacket into something that's Mine.

All this to say, thanks for being one of the many inspirations in my life, Mod. Keep doing you

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[mawsmauls]

How cruel a trait; Kindness so foul will seal your fate.

[yoco-45]

These children are the most precious treasure of Hyrule in Zelda's heart.