#I'll be okay ^^

[kamikotorayama391]

Break announcement

that's all for now. I'm taking my usual short between-chapters break. Gonna be working on some other stuff and work on storyboards.

Btw it's that rare time when I've started preparation for the next step when the previous wasn't done yet (I already have storyboards for 2 pages of chapter 6 AND the whole chapter 6 script done! WOW)

I'm not leaving, no. I'll be here. Just without the main comic for now

So, uh... I'm not sure about how long the break will be this time. I'll give you a sign when i'll be ready to post the continuation OwO

[some-pers0n]

Minecraft movie trailer dropped this thing looks awful my skin itches just looking at these things

[herbarimoon]

The brightness of the Sun will give me just enough

To bury my love in the Moondust

[snarkspawn]

did I doodle this mostly so I had an excuse to draw this spite reaction image?

(YES HAHAHA YES!!!)

[tsuutarr]

Rich! Yandere x Chill! Reader

Work is a drag – your supervisor expects mountains from you while allowing himself to pick pebbles. He expects you to be there before him and leave after him even though he allows himself to arrive late and leave on time. He expects you to respond to every email and ask questions but ignores emails sent his way. He condescendingly laughs at you and gets annoyed at you making mistakes even though he’s made plenty himself.

In conclusion, you’re about to lose it. Go absolutely bonkers.

Still, you gotta earn money somehow, so…

You really have no choice but to continue onwards.

But seriously, who thought a cycle of work and work and more work was a good idea? You have a few choice words for them. Especially since you’re forced to stay longer than you want to because your stupid supervisor decided to give you work at the last minute, two minutes before you clock out.

By the time you arrive home, you’re dead tired, absolutely unable to keep your eyes open. You tell yourself that you need to get changed, eat dinner, brush your teeth, catch up on your weekly show… but your body is too tired to obey any of that, so it’s lulled into a long, dreamless slumber.

When you come to, you wake up on a gorgeous bed in a gorgeous room. You’re disoriented, absolutely positive that you’re dreaming. But you don’t wake up even after pinching yourself so… this must be real?

Your thoughts are interrupted as the doors to the room open, showcasing a handsome man. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him on the news somewhere. Probably. Anyway, the point is that he’s handsome.

“Are you feeling all right, Darling?” he asks, voice velvety smooth and deep like dark chocolate.

“I guess?” you say, feeling surprisingly calm. He blinks at you.

“Ah… are you not going to ask where you are…?”

“Oh, right.” You nod. “Where am I?”

“You’re at one of my mansions,” he responds, smoothing out his dress shirt. “I’ve selected the best one, just for you.”

“Oh wow.” Flashes of your dingy one bedroom apartment flash through your head. “That’s great.”

“And of course, you’ll have everything provided for you. If you need anything, just tell me – I can get you everything you desire.”

“That’s amazing,” you respond. “I’m in.”

“Wha–” he looks at you, shocked. “I knew you were in dire financial straits but… aren’t you going to be wary of me, Dear? I mean, I kidnapped you?”

“My guy, the economy is awful, I hate my job, and I really just want to enjoy life for once. I am not complaining.” Shrugging your shoulders, your gaze remains steady on him. “Besides, you’re easy on the eyes.”

A bright red blush splatters itself across his cheeks, forcing him to clear his throat. “W–well, I’m pleased that my appearance is desirable to you.”

“Yup,” you reply, before looking at him curiously. “So like… did you stalk me or something? Put trackers on me?”

“Wha–”

“Well, it kinda seems like you’ve been after me for a while, I guess. Sorry if I’m wrong?”

“Well, no, you’re not… incorrect. But does that not bother you?”

“I mean, social media already has all my info anyway, so…” you hum thoughtfully. “Hm. Anyway. Does kidnapping me mean that you won’t let me go out again? A lot of stories have the guy locking their love interest up.”

He blinks. “I… suppose so…?”

“I don’t entirely mind, but I feel like I’ll probably go nuts if I’m not allowed to go out at all. Can’t we compromise? Like… you can have your trackers on me or have someone follow me around. Actually, why don’t you come along?”

He blinks. “Pardon?”

“I mean, it’s a fair trade, isn’t it? I have friends and family that I gotta see so I don’t go insane, but like, I don’t mind spending most of my time here. And if I do go out, you can just keep track of that. Plus it’s not like I have money or power to actually run or something anyway.” You nod, certain.

“You… you’re certainly rather… receptive to this whole situation.”

“Again, the economy is trash and you’re hot.”

He clears his throat, looking embarrassed. “W–well, it isn’t the worst idea in the world, I suppose. However, the world at large is quite dangerous. You can’t fault me for wanting to keep you locked up. It’s the best way to keep you safe–”

“Oh, I know!” you snap your fingers. “Let’s get married.”

“...Excuse me?”

“I mean, that way you’ll legally be my family. Then you can be with me ‘til death do us apart. Or something.” Satisfied, you nod. “Good idea, don’t you think?”

Gears whir inside his head as he looks at you, completely flabbergasted by your proposal. He’s happy that you seem satisfied with the situation and want to marry him but… but…

“Good idea indeed,” he agrees, fully abandoning any notion of common sense (not that he had much to begin with). 

Your willing acceptance of your situation wasn’t what he was expecting, but… who is he to complain?

It’s working in his favor, after all.

[xinyuehui]

△ THEY ARE THE OPTIMAL WEAPON FOR DESTROYING ONE ANOTHER. * THIS EXPERIMENT IS NEVER TO BE RESTARTED

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[demaparbat-hp]

Crush, crush, crush!

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

*after the events of the odyssey*

*telemachus and odysseus walking down to the docks, after odysseus said he'd go sailing with his son*

(listen the man had missed 20 years of his son's life, he could ask ody to dress in drag & do the hula and odysseus would already be shouting "LUAU" in a grass skirt before tele finished his sentence)

telemachus: i'm so excite- *looks ahead*

telemachus: *stops walking* oh no *sad noises*

odysseus: *still walking* what's wrong son?

telemachus: *points to the sea beyond ithaca's shores* poseidon must be angry today, look at the storm in the distance

odysseus: *looks ahead but without worry on his face* no need to worry, we can still go sailing, follow me

telemachus: *confused but follows his dad*

*both make it to the docks*

odysseus: you get started, i've just got something to do & then i'll join you on the ship

*telemachus hops on the ship and odysseus turns to face the sea*

odysseus: *red eyes activate* i'm. going. sailing. with . my. son.

*the sea storm dissipates in record speed*

odysseus: good.

odysseus: *red eyes deactivate*

odysseus: *turns to telemachus smiling like nothing happened* shall we go then?

telemachus: *happy but very confused*

telemachus: *mumbling to himself*what just happened?

(this has now become its own little au! friends in higher places au masterlist here!)

[adobe-outdesign]

everyone shut up and look at this Raichu card from the Japanese-exclusive Bulbasaur deck

[hyuneblr]

BANG CHAN : CHAN BANG VLOG 5 in Milano

[shouyuus]

cont.

vi fucking you against the sinks of the club bathroom, her hand clutched at the base of your jaw to force your face up, if only to make you look at your won reflection in the water-stained mirror --

"eyes up, princess -- this is what you wanted, right?" her voice is whiskey-soaked and rough around the edges, her eyes blown dark by want as she groans, her other hand shoved between your legs, fingers working at your sopping cunt.

"v-vi -- i'm -- mmngh --" your voice catches around a silent scream as she tugs her fingers out to pinch at your clit, the sharp shock of pleasure bordering on pain, making your knees nearly buckle out from beneath you. your hip catches painfully on the edge of the sink , but vi's there to catch you, her hand falling away from your jaw to hook around your middle, tugging you back till your nearly pressed in half against the cold tile of the sink.

"fuck -- can't even stand up straight, hm? 's okay though, i've got you, needy little princess -- couldn't even wait till we got home, could you?"

the words trickle out of her, quiet, murmured, almost more to herself than to you, as she continues to stretch your fluttering hole around her dexterous fingers. she coos as you whine, clenching around her as she works three fingers in.

"that's it -- let go for me, pretty girl -- lemme see you lose it, that's a good little slut for me... sweet fuck -- shit, you're so hot -- god --"

she bites back a whine as you shaken loose around her, soaking her hand all the way down to her wrists, the slick of your cum dripping onto the bathroom floor below.

you let out a shaky breath, pressing your forehead to the cool of the sink tiles as vi gingerly pulls her fingers from you. a second later, you hear the tap start to run at the next sink over and you glance over to find vi grinning lopsidedly at you before drying her hand on a piece of paper towel and tossing it away.

she gives your ass a quick pat as she reaches for the bathroom door, pulling it open as a wave of music comes flooding back in. you stumble to your feet, tugging at your damp panties, grimacing at the way they stick to your skin.

vi shoots you an almost sanctimonious grin as she holds the door open for you, eyes dark as she watches you squirm.

"c'mon princess -- let's get you home."

[juney-blues]

"personally i think that if you think a transfem reading of this character makes any sense with the narrative. you lack reading comprehension. oh by the way *I* personally think that this character who's entire deal is being repressed and refusing to do any introspection, is a trans man who figured himself out at the age of like 2 and has somehow been on testosterone since he turned 13."

[zivazivc]

I feel like I have some of the most random headcanons. but I am lowkey obsessed with the fact that John Dory is so much older than Branch that he potentially could have dated their friends'/peers' parents, and/or anything else funny and possibly entertaining that the large age difference entails lmaokskssbcdsbcjdh

edit: part two

[sunsestart]

It's one of my favorite headcanons that he doesn't have the greatest eyesight akshskdj he's just like me fr

[loveridden1999]

people who are complaining about chappell setting boundaries and asking for privacy with "she's not ready to be a pop girlie yet" make me so mad. why does she have to tolerate harrasment and stalking to be a pop girlie? why is your definition for a pop girlie of someone whose private life is all out in open for you to dissect? why should you have access to her family? why should she be someone who has to nod, smile and say yes to whatever you want fuck off maybe