#finger coiling

[curlymangue]

6 pasos para definir y resaltar tus rizos afro

7 pasos y consejos para lograr una definición perfecta y un estilo deslumbrante Hola curly. Hoy voy a darte algunos pasos que puedes seguir para definir tus rizos. Sin embargo, debes tener en cuenta, que en cuanto al cabello afro se refiere. Este tiene diferentes texturas y tipos de rizos. Por lo que, su cuidado debe ajustarse al tipo de pelo que tienes. Y según esto, también tendrás que adaptar…

[pkstarstruck]

creature attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go my shitbeast! hunt down my foes!!!!

[itsmyfriendisaac]

Me, re-coiled 👌🏽

[spidey-bie]

I just wanna sit and fantasize about being in an ace4ace relationship with Hobie Brown but I gotta go out and do tasks.

[red-eft]

> be me. feeling incredibly anxious

> go to hold quemada, my very gentle pet snake and official actual emotional support animal, to feel better

> she bites me the second i touch her

> get so bewildered that my anxiety goes away

> task failed successfully?

[bbbigforehead]

minerva and roman council portrait doodles ☀️

[sugume]

Headcannon Gojo learns how to do my wash day routine and does it for me. That's it.

[sixstepsback]

Reigen stepped closer. With his good hand, Reigen loosened the knot of his tie and pulled it away, bearing his neck in just enough light for the deep and glistening gash to shine through. Mob’s breath froze.

Heavily inspired by this panel of sandflake’s chapter 9 comic which i think about constantly

[fluffypotatey]

Possibly I'm wrong, but the strings are just for people important to you and/or your development as a person. Positive or negative. Macaque thought an enemy string was possible, which is maybe wrong, maybe right.

So. peng and macaque string

Macky would immediately use it to try and choke them or clip their wings. he finally feels in control of who to let in and so he acknowledges that there’s a connection because of their past but also isn’t above clapping back

[howthesleeplesswander]

surprise starter for @greedbent because Baizhu saw my other muses bothering his "secret" crush and refused to be left out 😤

"I have a prediction. Would you like to hear it?" Changsheng's voice floated into the front room of the pharmacy from somewhere up in the rafters. She hadn't shown herself once since he'd begun work that morning; Baizhu had assumed she'd been with Qiqi or Gui.

"Well, don't leave me in suspense," the doctor replied airily. Faced with a break in patients for the afternoon, Baizhu had begun filling prescriptions. Even while conversing, practiced hands moved of their own accord: one adding leaves and petals from the trays of mint and qingxin beside him to a large medicinal cauldron, while the other worked the milky substance within beneath a starsilver pestle.

Naturally though, Changsheng did exactly that. He'd nearly forgotten she'd said anything by the time she divulged her 'prediction.' "Sssomething tellsss me that today isss about to get interesssting."

Baizhu hummed, attention fixed on his work. "Oh? What makes you say that?"

Her answering snicker came from directly above him. He paused as Changsheng dropped onto his shoulders so he wouldn't spill anything. "You'll sssee sssoon enough," was all she said as she adjusted her coils, and the doctor shook his head fondly. With her affinity for the vague and riddled, sometimes Baizhu wondered if his companion wasn't some long-lost adeptus in disguise.

Minutes passed with only the scrape of the pestle along the cauldron's base to fill the silence. Then footsteps sounded on the stairs leading up to the pharmacy—but there was something...unique about them. Not just a rhythmic tap-tap of shoes on pavement, but with an additional tone layered in unison. Metal on stone. Tap-tapclink.

That could only mean...

Ah. Well, in all fairness, Changsheng was rarely wrong about these things.

Baizhu didn't look up until the steps arrived in the entryway. To anyone else, the sight of a man clad in all black, gazing into their shop with such intent, sharp eyes may be cause for alarm. But Baizhu simply smiled, hands pausing to give his newfound visitor his undivided attention.

"Why, Kaz, what a pleasant surprise. How nice to see you." Likely not a sentiment heard often, but it was entirely sincere. He pointedly ignored Changsheng's muttered 'I told you' that tickled his ear. "Is there something I can do for you? Oh—unless you're here for your 'prescription'?"

The code word was second-nature despite there being no one else in the pharmacy to overhear. With a grin so pleasant adorning his features, the doctor certainly appeared to be speaking of a legitimately prescribed medication, rather than the special-ordered poison that currently sat fermenting on his kitchen counter. "It's nearly finished, but I'm afraid it needs another hour or so to infuse for maximum...potency." There was a dark edge to the chuckle that rolled in his chest. "We must be sure it's strong enough to take care of the problem, mustn't we?"

[edeldoro]

Drowsily imagining Kafka and Himeko swapping their Ultimate aesthetics

[thresholdbb]

Neelix trying to get Janeway drunk, that scamp

[radioactivepeasant]

Lol I spent literally the entirety of my day off on this, because time ceases to exist when I'm in Art Mode

Damas steepled his fingers together and did his best not to laugh. He was the authority figure here: if anyone had to be The Adult in this situation, it was him.

Maryam Chime, the merchant, had no such qualms upon seeing the mess her son had made.

"H- hi, Ma..." Merit gulped, looking suitably sheepish. He attempted to brush off some of the mud covering his hair and gave up.

Flick was wholly unrepentant. Jak looked like he wasn't sure if he should be apologetic, or if the adults' chagrin didn't apply to him. The correct answer was the former, he discovered, when the consequence for turning chores into a mud ball fight turned out to be having to go to the bath house.

"He only has one clean tunic," Damas complained to Maryam when she gave him an odd look, "Might as well get his clothes clean along with the rest of him."

Maryam sort of wished he hadn't given Merit the idea. She just knew the boy's clothes were going to smell of slightly salty bathwater from now on. Nevertheless, she handed Damas a jar of coconut oil without comment. At least he'd finally asked her for help with the foundling's curls. She and her sisters were beginning to think the new boy was just going to defy all combs forever.

[fizzytoo]

shout out to my friends with curls that finger coil their whole head. i’m not doing that but i love you 🫶🏽

[dejwrldarchived]

hwajin may be moving down a spot on the manhwa simp list i fear.

[sasster]

rubs my eyes