#5 tomorrow. okay

[jetsimpersonator]

I should've been doing my homework . Did another limited color palette drawing instead (with more colors this time though. Tbf. This is a bigger drawing)

[ghostorbz]

I bought nasb today

[sskk-manifesto]

SHIN SOUKOKU – BUNGOU STRAY DOGS SEASON 5

[worstloki]

thor keeps making up asgardian days of celebration to get time off from avengers work and they're starting to suspect the guy just likes living in the tower rent-free and drinking barrels of ale but they can't prove anything because they know nothing about asgard

[sirazaroff]

How do you think Velvet flirts with Coco?

This is one of the funniest asks I ever got and im glad cause this is just gold. Like how does the Bun™️ woo her stupid bozo??
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I have my biased takes on what Coco and Velvet are like as characters, but to start off I wanna focus on what Vel brings to the table.

I think a lot of people have moe’d her down to a nervous/scaredy bunny girl and…that’s not her at all. She’s a real multilayered character who can and will kick your ass flat. She’s also…

- very very attentive to people

- excellent at memorizing things she sees and hears, and quickly at that

- very emotionally in tune with people, herself included

- insanely kind and helpful

- honest about her feelings and will voice her thoughts when ready

Also she’s a bunny like come on. Is baby. It’s impossible to not find her likable.

I can go on forever, but I think these are enough likable traits to work with.


Time to shift. Now we focus on what I think Coco likes in a person:

- Hot girls

- Complexity

- Someone true to their nature

- Some sense of honor

- Someone striving to learn and to better themselves

Hopefully it’s not lost here, but there’s some compatibility don’t you think? Velvet’s got some of those traits that Coco likes.

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So where’s the flirting? It’s coming I swear, I just needed the background info to help support the answers.

Bun bun flirts two ways: intentionally and unintentionally. The latter is usually what’s happening most often.

Her intentional flirting is what you would expect. Some cheeky words, being a playful tease in her actions like when she flashed her camera in After the Fall. I think she would 1000% take advantage of her physique and incredibly vast skillsets. She is totally totally showing off during training and sparring. Coco might hide her gaze under her glasses but that dumb bitch is so easy. So so easy…

Now her unintentional flirting is basically that Velvet is just doing her thing. She’s comfortable and loved by her team. With them she’s able to be herself and have fun, and that’s what coco loves most. Seeing Velvet thrive and not feel like she has to hide herself away from the world, and with it comes moments and actions that make Coco, much to her surprise, fall for Velvet.

I guess simply put, Velvet flirts by being her cheeky self around Coco, and her leader falls for her every time.

[butterfliesornauseous]

500 special part one: hiding an upset stomach in a early relationship

Lately I’ve been thinking of a couple that’s still pretty new in their relationship and one of them is still nervous about doing anything embarrassing in front of their partner soo

Warning for small mention of eating and embarrassment

- Imagining that they were on a date at a restaurant and even before they left, B’s stomach was already starting to hurt. It’s only a mild upset, so it’s pretty easy to hide. But B is nervous. Stuck worrying during the drive home if their tummy will calm down or if it will develop into a more intense embarrassing pain.

- A has already suggested they should cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie, B’s stomach at this point is starting to feel like it’s growling without making noise, so know they have to think about which position will help keep their tummy from gurgling during the movie.

- Nervous smiles when ever their tummy gives them a little too much trouble so they put their hand on their stomach for just a second to calm it and A notices it and raises an eyebrow, but A quickly says they are fine.

- B’s belly has been making low those burbles all night, they aren’t really loud enough to be heard yet B still feels the need to shift or make a small noise to cover the sounds. Every little shift makes them glance over to A, worried that their movement is always a giveaway.

- Finally, one of the noises is loud enough to be heard, which leads A to tease/say with shock “you’re still hungry?

- That makes B flush. They mutter something about just being the type to digest loudly. B has always found acknowledging they have a stomach embarrassing, so this makes a nervous flutter join the ache already building inside.

- A smiles, satisfied with the answer but still says “tell me if anything is wrong, okay?” It warms B’s heart that their partner cares, but they aren’t ready to admit to their stomach troubles yet.

- B just nods and turns back to the TV screen they haven’t actually been paying attention to. Their stomach had already started to feel tight against their clothing a little while ago, but now they really can feel the pressure building from under their ribs to their throat. B can’t help but sit in regret over what they picked for dinner. Maybe they shouldn’t have had so much soda, their tummy would be quieter and the urge to burp wouldn’t be tightening in their chest.

- “Are you even watching?” A asks when a funny scene plays and B didn’t laugh. There’s no suspicion in A’s voice so B thinks they are off the hook and make sure to laugh at the next scene, but it’s a pained awkward sound from the movement triggering their poor belly more.

- A moves closer to B. They rest their hand on B’s side and one of their finger’s strokes up and down. B tenses a little. They are definitely overthinking now if A has figured out the truth, but then they realise being tense is also a giveaway. B un tenses. At least they can still enjoy that subtle amount of comfort.

- Their belly needs some kind of relief, it’s feeling angrier at the fact B is denying it, and soon B can’t help but let out a small burp. B is so embarrassed and caught guard at the betrayal of their stomach that a hand instinctively covers their mouth before they feel another burp coming up.

- B feels A’s hand move closer to their actual stomach, they give it a small rub then say “Your tummy is upset isn’t it?” B pauses, even if they are caught it’s too embarrassing to even give a head nod.

- And then B is pulled into A’s lap, “Tell me where it hurts… please?

[inafieldofdaisies]

OC Picrew | Featured: Deputy Sabrina Donovan | Mercedes "Mercy" Sibley | Oakley Moore

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @florbelles @fourlittleseedlings @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @aceghosts @carlosoliveiraa @trench-rot @strangefable @cassietrn @onehornedbeast @voidika @adelaidedrubman @unholymilf @shellibisshe @macs-babies @marivenah @vampireninjabunnies-blog @nightbloodbix @madparadoxum @thesingularityseries @jackiesarch @corvosattano and anyone that would like to make their ocs in this editor <3

[goldkirk]

Well!

Insurance just denied the procedure for tomorrow morning. Guess I’ll go fuck myself!

[orbdotexe]

Under pressure and request from both Osiris and Shin Malphur, Drifter seeks out the Young Wolf early in their exile. He's not sure he'd say it went well, but it certainly could've gone much, much worse. And hey; Shin was right, new friends are new friends. Alternatively: Two rogue Guardians play horse plinko with each other before agreeing to an exchange of favors.

I finally did it- A Questionably Fortunate Encounter's rewrite. I have no idea how I got the motivation to finish this, it wasn't even half done when I picked it back up, but here it is in time for TFE's (concept's) 2nd birthday! I am significantly happier with this than the original, you have no idea. It wasn't even a thousand words and now it's like 20 words from being 2k, and overall? Everything just has more character + an extra page of interaction and the end note being from Ghost instead of Drifter. and being accurate to more story details! I kept a lot of the parts i thought were funny tho, if moved them around-

[old ver. ao3] --- [new ver. ao3]

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The Sundial. A ballsy idea from a mad warlock.

Knocking a few times on the side, he can’t help the chills down his spine at the whispers ringing in his ears.  “If you short-circuit the universe, you’re on your own.” He snips, his already uneasy grin wavering.

“If I make a mistake here, you might cease to exist,” the old Warlock says simply, though there’s a questioning edge to it.

Drifter only shrugs. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.”

Osiris squints at him as Drifter moves around the machine, checking the stability. “We haven’t talked about payment.” 

Drifter’s grin smooths out some, sly now. “If you live through this little experiment, you can be sure I’ll be back to collect.”

A simple ‘hm’ is the only response he gets for a few seconds, before Osiris starts again.

“There’s a Guardian you should meet.”

“Yeah, yeah, so I’ve heard. Some bigshot—Can’t wait.”

"Drifter."

—

The Warlock and that old Hunter had their points—The Young Wolf needed people on their side, and it's not like Drifter couldn't use the opportunity. He figured, if worst comes to worst, just say Osiris sent him. It seemed the best bet; he heard the two of them had been on good terms, and Osiris wouldn’t have sent him without reason.

This was, regardless, a horrible idea.

Which was very quickly weighing him down as he waited just inside their most recent hideout; a willing, sitting duck in the path of a hellhound. Then again, Shin would be waiting for him, just the same, to see if he really went through with it. A rock and a hard place, if both were unmovable walls.

—

Eventually, the Kingbreaker did show up—and they looked pissed—but they didn't seem to quite notice him, yet. 

Their Ghost, on the other hand, had stopped at the door, and was switching between glaring at him, and watching its Guardian. It was a bare hope, but he almost prayed for the Little Light to let the Guardian notice him by themself—for what good it would do.

Drifter had to admit, though, they looked like Hell—In both the shit way and the eternal punishment way—And he'd quite like to keep them from being his punishment, thanks.

They were never in the same place for long, constantly tapping their fingers or wringing their hands. He'd almost call it a nervous habit; if the jerky, almost corpse-twitching movements didn't make him feel like they'd pounce on him at any given moment. It gave the distinct impression of a Taken, a fact he took no comfort in. He had told Shin they would be unpredictable, but recordings didn’t capture just how much.

The Guardian’s posture was rather slumped, in spite of their twitchiness, but he was rather certain he was a pinch taller than them; though it could be their hunch. That dead-eyed and bone-deep tiredness that seeped off of them… The Guardian stumbled whenever they walked, off-balance. Injured, maybe.

They looked as unstable on their feet as he imagined they were mentally.

He rapped his fingers on the tabletop he was leaning against, a slight knot in his stomach building on the question of ‘How to get their attention without getting pinned as a threat?’

Questionably fortunate enough, and probably should’ve been expected; the tapping made them pause, and he'd almost compare the frozen movement to their namesake freezing to listen. They nearly looked like they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't be, or as if a sudden red dot (or dozen) had appeared on their chest. 

The Young Wolf then snapped to look at him, eyes narrowed and hand beginning to raise to their sword. Their Ghost noticed, and took it as a sign to speak up; "What do you think you’re doing here? Who are you?" For being the Ghost of an exile, its voice was strikingly uptight. Drifter had expected an edge to the voice, but not for it to be pedant.

"Mind your business, Ghost," he drawled. Their head jolted up a fraction. "Just want a talk with your Guardian, is all-"

Their Ghost flicked back a bit, only to be replaced by its Guardian stepping up close to him. Well… he got their attention, at least.

His gut twisted in knots as the seconds passed like that—far, far too close for comfort. "How about we just… back up for a moment, yeah? Think this all through?" Like he hadn’t. He should have told that Warlock and Shin to shove their requests back down their throats.

The Guardian tilted their head, the action more unnerving than anything else, reminding Drifter of a certain other Hunter, and he was unsure if it was an acknowledgement or a threat. They refused to look anywhere but his eyes, and he swore they leaned a bit closer.

He raises his hands to push them back a bit, but thinks better of touching them. He opts to just slide back a bit, instead– except they match his step. He does not take another one. That definitely wasn't good.

"I'll ask again: Who are you?" The Ghost hovers over its Guardian’s shoulder as they tilt their head to allow it to take the center of Drifter’s vision. Their dynamic is clear, but he tries to focus on them.

"Your old man Osiris didn't mention me?” Drifter tries to say, “I’m hurt–”

"You will be hurt–" the Ghost starts, just as the Guardian grips his collar. There’s a moment the Drifter is almost certain they were going to slam him into the wall.

"Alright, alright—” he tries to interrupt, “Just back up.”

It takes them a moment, and a couple glances between him and the Ghost, but they do back up, if not letting go of his collar. He tries to quietly let out the breath he’d been holding, nerves a bit strung. Their emotions are as on-a-dime as he thought. Damn this plan. The Ghost eyes him expectantly.

"You can call me Drifter; I run a little… operation outta the Tower." Their face somehow pulls even further in a grimace. “Now, I know how that sounds, but I’m not working with the Vanguard—Trust. Wouldn’t be here if I was: Heard about your… dislike of ‘em.”

He gives them a grin when they don’t make another move, though not optimistic. Watching every little change in their expression doesn’t give him much hope, either, given the hard line in their brow now. 

"That old Phoenix of yours pointed me your way, and I figured we both could make use of the others'... skills. I've got the connections, and you've guts enough to attack your own–”

The Drifter hardly has time to blink before his back is against the wall again, this time with a knife to his throat, sharp eyes glaring down at him—So it's like that. Osiris might've downplayed the sore spot; Drifter can’t even get away with a tease. He’s good at pushing buttons, but their reservations broke immediately.

He counts by the seconds as the Young Wolf silently dares him to say it again. 

While he decidedly opts not to and tries to think of a way to de-escalate his mistake, he has… an inane thought: They’re taller than him… Not by too much, but the thought gives him an idea potentially worse than even the meeting itself was; something mischievous glinting in his eye and, as an added bonus, giving the Guardian pause.

"...Kinky." Feeling their hold loosen somewhat and seeing their brow twitch, Drifter pushes the joke with a sly grin and a cant to the side. “I didn’t realize you swung like that, Killer…”

Drifter’s eyes flick towards the Ghost at the undoubtably horrified, near-static chiming it makes as it rapidly recoils. “Are you… trying to flirt your way out of this–”

The Guardian’s expression seems of someone entirely bewildered by a puzzle in front of them. As they loosened their hold in what he could only assume was disbelief, Drifter had to stop himself from laughing—in relief, at the absurdity, or at their reaction.

“Nahh… Just seizing an opportunity, you’d understand,” he says, as nonchalantly as he can manage. There’s a moment of silence, the Guardian and their Ghost both searching his face, and it's everything he can do not to break—Either into a sweat or into a fit of laughter.

"...what the hell is wrong with you?" is the only response he got from the Ghost, the top fold of its shell covering half its eye. Drifter can only assume it's meant to be a mimicry of a dead-stare.

"Many things!” He gives a toothy grin that splits his face as he chuckles, “Next question."

The Ghost makes a show of rolling its eye, while the Guardian still looks like their mind has shattered, eyes seeming to search the wall through him for answers. The Ghost seems to take notice of its Guardian’s… inoperable state, and pipes up again, terse, “So what do you want?”

He’s really going to have to cut a deal with the Ghost, instead, isn’t he? As Drifter slowly tugs the Guardian’s hand from his collar—which they thankfully do not resist—he gives the Ghost the greasiest side-eye he can manage. “Well, as I was saying before your Guardian interrupted me,” it mimics narrowing its eye as he speaks. “I hear you two need friends, and, well, I’m always looking for more of those.”

“Just get to the point,” the Ghost pushes, tone flat. The Guardian seems to only vaguely be paying attention.

“Them and I could both use the support, so I suggest an… exchange.”

“An exchange? What is that– You mean, glimmer?” The Ghost interrupts itself with flicking its shell around itself and letting out a short chirr. “Information? We have nothing you’d want in that.”

“Nah, I don’t want any of that. If anything, I’m offering—You two just gotta do some favors for me in return. How’s that sound?” At the mention of favors, the Guardian refocuses; eyes widening some before narrowing and scanning him in search of some catch. “Just a job or two; you scratch my back, I scratch yours, yeah? Nothing you wouldn’t already do, of course.”

At the skeptical, almost blank looks from both of them, Drifter’s grin tightens some. “Favor for favor make sense to you?” He’s tempted to ask if they’ve got cotton in their ears. The pair take a long glance at each other, and he can only see the slight twitching in both’s expressions. 

“...And how do we know we can trust you?” Finally comes an answer, again from the Ghost, but one that’s more assuring than it probably should be.

“Your old man asked me here, didn’t I say? I wouldn't risk this without a good word.” That, or without Shin over his shoulder. He turns his eye back to its Guardian and offers them a hand, “So, whaddya say? Give it a shot, hotshot?”

The Ghost trills in some semblance of worry as the Guardian cautiously eyes him and his hand, body canted away from him, before hesitantly taking his hand. Their hold is slight and feels like they would rather writhe away from him, but they hold just long enough to shake his hand.

“Heyy, don’t be like that, now. Friends take care of friends, yeah? Trust.” The Guardian grimaces at his words. Maybe that odd adage of insects had a bit more truth to it than he realized. 

They’re more scared of you than you are of them?

—

Hours later, the Drifter far gone, and his Guardian was still kind of distracted. Honestly, Ghost would be lying if he said he wasn’t mind-broke by that as well. Who, in any sane state of mind, would do any of that? Sneak into an ill exile’s hideout, startle and piss them off, and then try to make a deal? 

And why did it… actually work?

Ghost must be losing it.

[beanghostprincess]

Sparkling nights

For @sanusoweek || Day 3: Firsts (pretend this was posted on time) (yes. I am again late)

Relationship: Sanji/Usopp

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: First kiss / Not Actually Unrequited love / Denial of Feelings / Internalized Homophobia / Mutual Pining / Unresolved Romantic Tension ("but there is a kiss!!" you'll see what I mean dw) / Romantic Angst / Post-Alabasta / Bittersweet

Words: 8,972

Summary:

“You want to kiss somebody.” He speaks calmly. Rationally. And it is not like he doesn’t care. He cares. He does. Sanji can see it in his eyes when he turns his head around, too, ignoring the ashes falling on the deck beside him. Usopp looks at him with so much care it almost makes him want to stay here forever. “If you can’t kiss a girl because it needs to mean something and yet you feel like you are missing out, just kiss me.” Usopp doesn’t even know.

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[noodletea]

Torturing people who watch my story 3 days straight with gay French bitches

Well yes, I know I shouldn't pick a Crowevert image and put Quastvert music in it but I like the color and Crowevert standing on a bridge bascially explain itself better than Quastvert doing some dramatic act on stage (and I cut the part where it has only the reprise of Stars and no lines from Quast so that I won't feel so guilty :DDD)

Celebrate Barricade day today and my wife death (Javert, ofc) the day after

(from left to right: my wife, me, the uprising leader)

Next year I'm gonna assimilate the whole friend list of mine by countdown to Barricade day by posting one song per day from the muscial

[monsamborabutterfly]

I really don't know but the happy ending loving little hopeless romantic in me really wants to see the typical route in only friends.

All three of the couples happy and in love in the end.

I know I know it's not realistic and given how messy this show is maybe not even a good idea. But angsty shit with a happy payoff is SO MUCH fun in fiction.

I even like that it's a little unrealistic. I'm watching these shows to escape reality.

Break my heart & put me through it but give me the sweetness in the end & the queers their happy ending please & thank you so I can swoon over pretty actors with good chemistry being all lovey dovey for a bit.

And yeah look here I could also see the messiest ending. Everyone broken and alone.

But messy and broken characters realizing that sometimes changing and fighting for something is worth it is just chef's kiss 💋

[sskk-manifesto]

If Bones had to change the Atsushi / Ango scene they could as well have told us what it's been of Rashomon

[rapidhighway]

i would like to share todays win as in, i ate three meals today, very awesome and good for me

[catastrxblues]

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[inafieldofdaisies]

Custom funko pop project | Deputy Sabrina Donovan (FC5 OC)

Yes, Sabrina now has her own funko. Yes, I made John's plane jacket from scratch (handcrafted, painted and down to the tiniest details). Yes, it tested my patience, but I'm so happy with how it came out 😭🤍

Not me realizing after the fact her outfit kinda mirrors his in pieces of clothing (unbuttoned shirt, jeans, belt, boots, only Sabrina loves layers so we get an extra turtleneck)

I'm also absolutely in love with how cozy her box ended up looking and the little details I snuck in (Boomer, Seed family portrait, a guitar, John's plane, etc).