#RIGHT ZEE??

[onedivinemisfit]

Alone in Novigrad

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

[biboomerangboi]

Hua Cheng is just so iconic to us because he is in fact a tumblr girlie. Notebook filled to the brim with sketches of his blorbo. Info dumps galore. Maximalist fashion to the nines. Outfits based on accessories. Has all of the genders under one big shapeshifting trench coat. Hates the ruling class. Excuses every problematic thing his blorbo does and stands by them in the group chats. Insane reaction to people who dislike his blorbo and says mean things about them, burning temples is the doxxing of his time. He belongs on here with us.

[hooned]

visual of the century

[sipsteainanxiety]

one of the things you'd never understand was how goddamn silent bakugou katsuki could be.

he was huge, for one thing, all six-foot-something of iron muscle and sharp angles. the training he had undergone in the past and continued doing to this day made him bulk up—particularly around his upper torso. a small waist led up to thick pecs and wide shoulders with just as wide biceps. he could crush you so easily with one hand alone, his palm big enough to cover nearly your entire face.

he was also so fucking loud at times. that was his entire hero persona—dynamight with the loud explosions that could temporarily deafen anyone who was close enough to them. his entire hero costume was a deadly configuration of grenades and other heavy gear too—things that cluttered and banged together whenever he moved around too much.

you'd seen him stomping around his agency before in his heavyset boots, so you knew he was the type to be big and bold with literally anything he did. he was always barking out orders with that raspy voice of his or yelling at his co-workers whenever they appeared at his agency to bug him for one reason or the other.

katsuki's very presence, personality, was just so. loud. thunderous.

so you didn't fucking understand why he kept sneaking up on you so easily.

it happened more often than you liked to admit. you'd be in the agency's breakroom, grabbing a cup of coffee to help you stay awake for the day when you'd turn around and he'd just—be there. standing silently behind you.

it made you jump every time, a yelp escaping your lips as you'd clutch a hand at your heart and glare up at him as he'd look down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"jeez! don't do that!" you'd scold him, scooting away slightly to put more space between the two of you. that was another thing—he just always seemed to be invading your personal space, intentional or not. "scared the hell out of me."

"'s not my fault y'don't pay attention," he'd grumble before reaching past you to grab one of the protein bars from a cabinet. you'd roll your eyes and walk away with your coffee cradled in your hand, not wanting to put up with him so early in the morning.

sometimes he'd get you while you were tinkering away in his agency's support lab.

in your defense, you tended to get absorbed in your work a lot, your hands fiddling with materials and tools that could be pretty loud or distracting. you didn't always hear when people would enter the lab, but they usually left you alone.

not katsuki, though.

you'd turn around with the intention of reaching for an item on the table behind you only to get startled when your face would come into contact with a broad chest.

fuck him and his steely pecs. nearly broke your goddamn nose.

"bakugou!" you'd screech, jumping back as you'd rub your nose with your eyes scrunched together. you had to force yourself to not tear up with how much it'd stung. "stop doing that!!"

"doin' what?" he'd say as though he wasn't fucking creeping up on you on purpose. and maybe he wasn't, but the amount of times he'd done it was no coincidence. "need my bracers. goin' out on patrol."

"fine, fine," you'd mutter, giving him a suspicious look before you'd stomp away to grab his stuff for him. you didn't like the way he stared at you, with his eyebrows raised as though you were the one acting crazy and not him for silently standing behind you.

but you knew, you fucking knew, that he was experiencing some sick, twisted amusement at seeing your reactions. you just knew. there were a few times where you'd catch him with a smug smirk on his smooth face as you'd leap away from him. the bastard thought it was funny seeing you all jumpy. and it irritated you more than you'd like to admit. but he'd just pretend he wasn't doing it deliberately. asshole.

at one point, you'd considered doing the same to him. but you'd brushed the idea away pretty quickly. his hero senses were honed—he'd be able to tell you were coming from a mile away. and even if you did manage to sneak up on him, you knew he was a pretty tense guy—he'd blow your face up before you could even raise your own brow at him.

so you just decided to do your best to ignore him. which was hard, considering the fact that he was practically everywhere. it made sense, considering it was his own agency, but still. you'd walk into a room sometimes, and he'd just be there. or you'd turn around and he'd be behind you again. it was frustrating!

but what you didn't know... was that katsuki had been trying to work up the courage to ask you to dinner all this time.

for all the villains he fought and strength he had, he just couldn't muster up the words. he'd make it all the way up to you, standing behind you as he tried to get himself to clear his throat and just fucking say the words he needed to say. but he couldn't. and you'd turn around, get startled, then get irritated at him that he just couldn't ask you out.

so for now, he was simply stuck in this endless cycle, hoping that one day, he'd be able to break out of it.

[tawaifeddiediaz]

i just hurt my own feelings because the ideas of golfing or hiking or meet-cute sound like things that you find on google on how to meet someone.

and i’m just thinking of eddie at the height of his loneliness, one side of the bed empty for years, reaching for his phone and googling how to meet someone, because he doesn’t want to use a dating app, he doesn’t want to be set up by his aunt, and part of me wonders if he feels like he doesn’t have anywhere else to turn about this.

like yeah, bobby is one of the people that’s guided him from widower status to opening himself up again, but i wonder just how much of it feels applicable to high-school-sweetheart eddie diaz, y’know?

because he met shannon so young, and they raced through all the “milestones” of a relationship - marriage, kids, separations, potential other pregnancy, potential divorce, and then the ultimate end - death at too young. all before they even had their own world-view, let alone responsible for raising a whole kid.

so eddie being clueless on how to connect or reach out just makes me so sad because as funny as that montage was, those are also things that sound exactly like they came from some generic list, that eddie desperately ended up going through with simply because he’s alone.

and more than all that, he’s lonely.

[reborrowing]

They could get out. He hadn't bothered to seal them in, they could clear that jump. But could they find a way off the shelf before he came back? Could they actually get away? He'd stripped them of their gear and left it out of reach on the distant floor below. Val had learned long ago not to waste an escape route unless they were sure it could lead them all the way to safety. If he caught them running, he'd be even angrier than he already was and Val could be sure he'd never make the same mistake of leaving them in an open container again. Zee would come looking for them. Wouldn't she? She had in the past when Val went missing, when her friend had...Val swallowed. Not a good time for that memory. Zee would be mad about the botched run, but she would find them again, save them again. Val looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, almost hopeful, as if their thoughts could have summoned her for a rescue. But no, not yet.

are you even having fun if you're not inflicting trauma on your ocs

[pinheadbella]

The dynamic of Wayne’s team. They are all dumb in their own way but we love them for it

I can’t find the original post but here is what this whole scene is based on

And Bowie’s fit is inspired by the fit seen here by @sparkanonymous !

[itsallaboutbl]

10 BL Boys That I Want "Carnally"

I was tagged by the lovely @my-rose-tinted-glasses ❤ (i know that you know part of the boys i'm gonna put here but thanks for remembering and tagging me anyways 😅🥰❤) ALSO, WHY STOP AT 10? sorry but not for me 🤷‍♀️😇😏 this has not particular order btw.

King (Bed Friend) - Played by Net Siraphop

Phaya (The Sign) - Played by Billy Patchanon

Babe (Pit Babe) - Played by Pavel Naret

Payu (Love in the air) - Played by Boss Chaikamon

Teena (Playboyy) - Played by Kaowoat Supasin

Win (Between us) - Played by Boun Noppanut

Jeng (Step by Step) - Played by Man Trisanu

Tew (My dear gangster oppa) - Played by Meen Nichakoon

Hia Lian (Cutie pie) - Played by Zee Pruk

Alex Claremont Diaz (Red White and Royal Blue) - Played by Taylor Zakhar Perez

Choi Jun (Jun & Jun) - Played by Ki Hyun Woo

Day (Love Syndrome III) - Played by Long Lee

Joke (Hidden Agenda) - Played by Joong Archen

Peter Lue (Chains of heart) - Played by Boom Raweewit

i'll add a bonus just cause it's Jeff

Kim Theerapanyakul (KinnPorsche) - Played by Jeff Satur

idk who already did this so ignore if you did: @bellepark @25shadesoffebruary @ueasking @alexshenry @sparklyeyedhimbo @smileytharn @khaotunq @khaotunqs @khaotungsfirst @markpakin @celestial-sapphicss (feel free to ignore 😘)

[patrickztump]

i understand the point of the yellow eyes is to show that he is no longer himself, he's been brainwashed, possessed by evil forces beyond his control, all that. but they didn't have to make his eyes so mesmerizingly pretty, beautiful even, in this scene to emphasize that

[gaytedlasso]

ultimate passenger princess Ted Lasso

then and now ~for

[r4bidcherry]

hey gang

[zartophski]

@liccy​ just shared these line art pieces for Halloween, and I colored Four! I’ve been slowly working myself into trying more visual art, and I was originally going to try and give him a spooky vibe, but then I found the oil pastel brushes and promptly forgot the plan hgfsdhkj

[meowriddler]

BROOOOOOOOOOOOO SOBSSSSSSSSSS SCREAMMMSSSSSSS

[viric-dreams]

Grand Geode, 1883. Lieutenant Roberts sees a familiar face. Or at least something wearing that face.

There’s a storm coming. Heat and humidity hang in the air, adding strain to each breath. Sweat pools at the back of Roberts’ neck, the droplets sliding down the curve of his spine beneath his uniform. He does his best to ignore the discomfort, gripping the folder in his hands yet tighter as he follows a familiar set of turns down the hall to the Commodore’s office.

In a previous life, he may have regarded his current position as gruntwork–dull, administrative minutia, a world away from any action on the Zee, but in moments like these he finds he doesn’t mind. Any moment now, the heat will break, and the Zee will roil under a torrent of foetid-smelling rain, befouled by the Wax Wind. He does not envy the men on their ships when the storm inevitably hits. Carrying documents up the chain is fine by him, if it means stable stone under his dry feet, and a bed that does not sway with the tides. 

He turns the corner, and before his hand can even touch the office door, Roberts feels the sudden charge in the air, white-hot and electric, and the hairs on his arms stand on end. The sensation calls back to something familiar, half-forgotten in the back of his mind. He wonders if he should leave, perhaps come back later. But before he has time to properly question it, the Commodore’s voice rings out through the door, as if able to sense his presence through the thick wood.

“Who’s there?” 

“It’s Lieutenant Roberts, sir,” he says. 

The Commodore is silent for a beat, then answers softly, as if forgetting the heavy door between them.

“Elias, why don’t you come in.” 

It’s not framed as a question. And so he does.

The Commodore sits at his desk, in the exact position where Roberts has seen him hundreds of times before. But this time is different. This time, he has a visitor. Radiant. That’s the only way he can think of to describe her. A singular point in the centre of the room, the axis around which so many golden threads warp and turn. She does not look happy to see them. In fact, she doesn’t look much of anything, and he struggles to make out her features through the brilliant haze she emanates. 

“Elias, you remember June, don’t you?” There’s a placidness to the Commodore’s voice that he so rarely hears. The man has not taken his eyes off of June since Roberts had entered the room, and he can hardly do so himself. 

Indeed he remembers her. If he squints into that light he can even make out her features, unchanged from when he’d last seen her, nearly two decades prior. He feels warm. Not the muggy heat smothering Zelo’s Town, but a glow, spreading from within his chest out into his limbs. 

“Of course,” he says. How could he forget?

June does not greet him. She does not take her eyes off of the serene face of the Commodore. When her mouth opens, the sound that comes out is otherworldly, timbres not possible on human vocal chords. The sound reverberates through Roberts’ body, like the bass tones of chugging machinery.

It was something of importance. He’s sure of it. She wouldn’t be here, speaking to him, to them, to the Commodore, were it not. A Zee captain will return, and when they do, the Admiralty will be ready. She leaves her instructions. Her voice is so warm, all-encompassing, a rumbling static beating a tune against his eardrums. He will complete the Work. Whatever it is she needs, he will do. They will do. 

He tells her this. At least, he thinks he does. Whether or not he speaks the words out loud she must know this of him. Her eyes are on the Commodore, whose head nods in a slow daze. Of course they can manage. He’ll personally ensure they have the supplies they need. More heat. Pride, this time, that they can do what she requests of them. 

And then she turns to him, golden eyes boring directly through him, setting him alight. Her lips open to speak and–

He comes to at a raucous peel of thunder. June is long gone, and he shivers at the unexpected cold left by her absence, despite the muggy air. Yet despite the chill of her absence, he feels… calm. A slow satisfaction at having done… something right. At least, he feels so. Something worthwhile. 

It’s only several minutes later, when he stands under the building’s awning, the rhythm of rain pounding a frenetic drumbeat into the steel roof, that he realises he’s still clutching the missive meant for the Commodore.

[tawaifeddiediaz]

it’s completely insane to have the parallels of buck and eddie watching the other being rolled away into a hospital — not knowing if he’ll live, not knowing if what he did was enough — while expecting/urging everyone to work past their capacity to keep him alive btw

[inkandpaintleopard]

Here’s some Pony drawings I literally just did while listening to Piggy: Intercity and A Quiet Place