#hehehe this was so fun

[squip-hamato]

ehehe @emmie-hamato didn’t notice when i took this picture of her during our dressing session

LOOK AT HER AAAAAA ✨

THE OUTFIT!!!! made by @/hometownrockstar

[frankenjoly]

Hi Clau!!! Hope you’re well <3

“Stay with me?” + kousano 👀👀

per our dms chat this is platonic koyo & yosano but there's also bonus skk lkjslkjslkdf let's say this is some joint ada-pm mission with an ability user that brings painful memories out bcs this is always a handy concept

koyo & yosano + “stay with me”

“What did you see?” Kôyô broke the heavy silence, and she turned her head to the side, staring at her more than bewildered.

Yosano wasn’t confused due to not understanding the question itself, though, but the fact she was asking her in the first place; they weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, and the effect of such an ability made one envision their most painful memories. So, quite the way to expose yourself.

‘Stay with me.’ She had heard, and the voice had sounded so like his.

“A friend I found and lost when I was a kid.” Getting the full story, from her lips at least, was a privilege Yosano reserved for a few. But she supposed sharing a few details couldn’t hurt. “Older than me, but still so damn young. His face was kinda blurry, since it’s been so long… but his voice, that I remember as clear as day.” It still haunted her, after all.

There was no time for silence to settle back in, since Kôyô chose to open up as well.

“I saw the man who was to be my companion towards the light, had that been really attainable.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Yosano wanted to say it had been and still was attainable, and had examples to back such a claim up (Kyôka, without going further). But she chose not to: after all, there was no saving someone who didn’t want to be saved.

“Likewise.” Kôyô simply replied, nodding. “We should get moving.”

They still weren’t friends, and Yosano might still hold a little grudge when it came to how the woman beside her had handled Kyôka moving on at first, how she had relentlessly hurt Atsushi. But (not so) deep down, there was also the knowledge that she could have been the same, were circumstances different. And so, she chose being cordial if nothing else.

skk  + “stay with me”

“What did you see?” Dazai asked when Chûya was still trying to fully calm down and honestly, if the question didn’t work as a grounding method, he would have considered punching him.

“Pfft, what didn’t I see.” Was his first answer, groaning.

‘Stay with me.’ Every single voice had said, and they all sounded so fucking real it was spooky as hell even after having dealt with way worse stuff.

“Oh, was it everyone you’ve ever let down? Then the list must be quite long, right Chûya?”

“It was everyone I’ve ever lost, bitch. Which you probably had already guessed with that big brain of yours.” Then there came another groan, but despite everything, he was now close to smirking. Annoying as Dazai was, the bantering helped a lot when it came to picking a distraction; his heartbeat seemed to be getting back to its usual pace. “Besides…” Now he straight up snickered. “One, you’re one to talk, when the list of women you’ve upset alone is taller than Kunikida. And two, I’d love to see you dealin’ with that shit, But ‘course, you had to be a lucky bastard who’s never affected by this stuff.”

“At least I was there to help you snap out of it, you should thank me instead.” But Dazai had barely finished speaking when Chûya stuck his tongue out at him as if they were teenagers again.

“I’d thank you if you had gotten rid of the whole clusterfuck earlier.”

(Also on ao3.)

[treeofnonsense]

Kasjory

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected'?

5. Describe their cozy night in.

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

NOTE: For most of these, I'm describing my headcanons for late-stage Kasjory, like IBS onward. Some stuff might be different in like Season 1 when they're new to their relationship.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected'?

Depends entirely on who you ask, because they both firmly believe that they're being entirely reasonable and the other one obviously needs to be protected. This has a 50/50 chance of happening at the beginning of any major battle.

(In reality: Kas is squishier but Jory runs headfirst into danger more often. They've both gotten their fair share of injuries and combat experience, so it's about even.)

5. Describe their cozy night in.

I think Kasjory would be a fan of puzzles, board games, cards, stuff like that given they're both curious people with a decent knowledge background. If they lived in modern times, they'd probably save up newspaper crosswords. Marjory gets way too competitive about it, while Kas is mostly there for the fun and social element. In the rare peaceful night in, they'll grab some food and wine, play a bunch of games, probably have a stupid fight over whatever Tyria's equivalent of Monopoly is, and then Kas will get tired and Jory will carry her up to bed and read to her until she falls asleep.

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

Ohhhh man, I think they've both pulled this shit at one point or another. It's the nature of being a hero of Tyria, sadly. Most of the time when they claim to leave as protection they're actually kidding themselves, and they'd function way better as a team. Kas is definitely more LIKELY to be in the begging role, and less likely to leave, especially given Jory's typical response to emotional problems is to run away from them. There were definitely a few times in late Icebrood and shortly after Belinda's death where Kas felt pretty abandoned.

Of course, this is evened out by the one really big time Kas left Jory behind:

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

Yes. Kas decides to do it on a lark and eventually talks Jory into helping. Jory then gets way too into making a "worthy" pillow fort, and they wind up with a pillow fortress. Which they then have to sleep in for three days because it's way too big and cool to destroy, and also all their bedding is tied up in it.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each others' outfits; what is each wearing?

Hah, I know you answered this one about a year ago, and I agree with your assessment for Kasmeer. No way Jory would pass up turning her into the goth girlfriend of her dreams. I took a few creative liberties, made her taller because heels, and also gave her that little blood-ruby necklace thing I saw on the hellsite a while back, because it's too perfect.

I think Kas has a little more consideration for Jory's own fashion sense by putting her in a few darker colors - though it's jewel tones instead of black. Her hair is down because Kas loves to run her hands through it, and the sleeves are missing so all the muscles she's gained from wielding a greatsword are on display. She's got motifs of snakes and skulls woven in there. Beyond that though, Kas's biggest victory is managing to drag Jory out to some fancy party, something she'd never be caught dead doing otherwise.

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2 AM because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Kas is usually asleep by 2 AM, but if night owl Jory wants a midnight snack she knows she has to make it for two, because Kas will inexplicably wake up at the smell of food just to demand her portion. After all they've been through, they both wake up with nightmares fairly regularly, and it's not uncommon for them to shake the other awake for comfort, which often includes food or a cup of hot tea. If Kas is making the food it's going to be pancakes at 2 AM though, because breakfast food and dessert is basically all she knows how to make.

[kyurochurro]

I STARTED HOUSE MD! :ºD

[isjasz]

2- Two of Wands

(Planning, Decisions, Discovery)

My piece!! for @the-hermit-arcana :D!!! I had such a blast drawing this piece, though the colors and lighting were actively trying to kill me HSKFNEKWJ. Spot all the empires on the globe 💥💥 (This is also a reference to the original Raider Waite deck!)

And definitely check out the whole arcana HERE! This is SUCH A COOL PROJECT ISTG EVERY CARD IS SO PRETTYYY and the graphics of the booklet are phenomenal <3 go read my description for my card too ;3

[ricky-mortis]

Cast swap Paulkins anyone?

[hylwicks]

oh hey by the way!! I did a scene for rise reanimated I'm thankful they let me put a personal spin on it hehe

[1alchemistart]

commission i did for @damianyadesmond!! :DDD twas super fun to work on!

[phantom-0-writer]

prompt 02: tim’s birthday present

Tim sat in his empty house at the empty dining table. The table was actually quite large; it had enough seats to sit at least 15 people. But there was just Tim there. 

His parents had promised and sworn up and down that they would come back in time for his birthday. He had everything planned out. He picked out the birthday cake, put on the candles, decorated, ordered his parents' favorite foods, his parents' favorite movie for movie night, popcorn the likes. But that morning, just when Tim was double checking to make sure everything was ready for the most perfect birthday ever, his parents had called to tell him that something really important had come up, and they wouldn’t be able to make it. Tim figured it was better than last year, at least they called this time. 

Tim stared down at the cake, the candles lit. He had heard online that people would make wishes on their birthday cake and blow it out. Tim thought that was a weird thing to do, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. 

What should he wish for? It would have to be something special that he doesn’t already have. Tim thought for a long moment, the candles bleeding into the frosting of the cake. 

A brother. 

Tim closed his eyes and put his hands together like he’s seen the other children to do in the cartoons. And Tim wished for a big brother. When he finally wished hard enough (whatever that meant) he opened his eyes and blew out what was left of the candles. 

Tim waited. What exactly was he supposed to do now? In the cartoons, everyone would celebrate and cheer and the birthday boy would open his presents. There wasn’t anyone to cheer for Tim, or any presents for him to open. 

Suddenly the house shook, and the loud sound of a crash sound came from the backyard. Quickly, Tim did the sensible thing and go check out what the noise was. That's what the characters always did in horror movies. 

In Tim’s backyard, there was what looked like a weird space ship that had crashed into his backyard. There wasn’t any fire or anything, but the spaceship looked pretty wrecked. Getting closer, Tim could vaguely make out that someone was inside the spaceship. Looking around, he saw what looked like maybe the handle. Tim couldn’t really tell. 

When Tim put his hand on it and tried to open it, something poked out mechanically and pricked his finger. He flinched back instinctively, caressing his finger tip.

“Recognized: Danny Fenton. System Override.” A robotic lady spoke. Who is Danny Fenton? As if to answer him, the space ship opened its hatch, and inside was an unconscious black haired teenager. “System Malfunctioning. Please Assis-” The robotic voice spoke again, before getting cut off as if the power had died. 

Suddenly, Tim remembered his wish. A big brother. 

This was Danny Fenton, and he was supposed to be Tim’s big brother

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When Danny woke up, he found himself in a very soft plush something. Something that definitely wasn’t the Spector Speeder. Alarmed, he sat up quickly to find that he didn’t recognize where he was at all. He also didn’t recognize the weird kid that was staging at him from two feet away. 

“Hi, I’m Tim. Timothy Drake.” The boy introduced himself almost business like. 

“Uh, hi Tim.” Danny responded awkwardly. “You got any idea where I am?” Danny sat up properly, moving the blanket (?) off of him and turned to face the weird and kinda creepy kid. 

“You’re in Drake Manor. Which is where I live.” He answered again. 

“Ok…ay” Danny nodded thoughtfully. “Any idea how I got here?” Truthfully, Danny hadn’t really been expecting an answer, but he still got one. 

“Because I made a birthday wish to have a big brother.” He answered in the same way he had answered the other question, very matter-of-factly. 

“Ok- Wait. What?” Danny asked, doing a double take at Tim. 

“You’re supposed to be my big brother, right?” Tim was starting to look a little hesitant, and as weirded out as Danny felt he couldn’t help but feel bad about the whole situation. 

“Where are your parents, Tim?” 

“There not home, because they had really important things to do for work.” 

Danny nodded. “Do you know when they’ll be back?” 

Tim shook his head. “They were supposed to come back today, because it’s my birthday. But they said they couldn’t make it.” 

Well, shit. Didn’t that sound awfully like Danny’s birthdays before he had given up on his parents showing up. At least he had Jazz. This kid looked like he was alone. 

Not liking the silence, Tim started fidgeting again. “So, are you gonna be my brother, then?” 

And what was Danny supposed to say, No? Besides, if he was really causing problems being in this random universe, then Clockwork would figure it out. 

Bonus: 

Danny sat at Tim’s dinner table, the kid looking at him radiating in excitement, each with a plate of stupid expensive pasta in front of them. “You said your name was Tim, right?” Danny started thoughtfully. Tim nodded, drinking up everything Danny said. “Well, first course of action as you, big brother. I need to give you a nickname.” 

Tim’s eyes sparkled at the prospect. “Like what?”

Danny tapped his chin exaggeratedly, “Hm… Tim, Tim.” Turing the name around while he absentmindedly twirled his fork between his fingers, Danny wondered what he should come up with. Suddenly, in a misplaced strength, Danny’s fork flew out of his hand. 

Before Danny could even say anything, “I’ll get you a new one!” Tim offered quickly. Getting up from his chair, his foot got tangled behind the leg of the chair and Tim fell quietly on the floor with an oof. 

Danny laughed at him. “You okay, Timbers?��� He asked, getting up to check on the boy. 

“Yeah, I like Timbers.” Tim said, a bright smile on his face despite the blossoming bruise on his arm.

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[wasyago]

the kind of chemistry these two have is very entertaining

[frenchonionsoop]

you know what? fine. *pixelates your bungou stray dog*

[stevebabey]

"Alright, here we go!" The bartender announces, leaning up to place the drinks on the bar.

"That's one whiskey, neat—" He says, sliding the lowball cocktail glass with amber liquid in front of Eddie.

"—And one Whammin' Slammin' Booty-Bangin' Pina Colada."

He places the extravagant cocktail in front of Steve. It's decorated to the nines with a straw, an umbrella, a piece of pineapple, and a little bit of tinsel on a toothpick. A whole party decoration in a drink.

"You guys have a good night." The bartender says warmly, already moving down the bar to tend to other customers.

Eddie stares down at the whiskey in the glass before him and pouts a little. Beside him and watching his boyfriend closely, Steve rolls his eyes.

"Oh, quit being dramatic," Steve says, sliding the cocktail across the bar so it's in front of Eddie, who had ordered it. He steals the glass of whiskey back at the same time.

"It happens every time."

"It happens most times."

"That isn't much better!" Eddie protests, even as he leans down and takes a long sip from the straw while they both get to their feet and leave the bar. Steve's hunting for a table they can snag, his eyes narrowed in focus. Eddie follows him blindly, his cocktail cupped in both hands.

"I'm serious, Steve! What is it about this adorable face—" He says, gesturing to himself, barely letting go of the straw to talk. It doesn't seem to faze him that Steve doesn't even glance back. "—Says I don't want to enjoy a Whammin' Bammin' Big Booty Colada?"

Steve comes to a stop, pausing his search for a moment to look back at Eddie. His expression seems unimpressed on the surface but Eddie can see his lips twitching up at the corners.

"We've had this conversation too many times, babe." He sighs halfheartedly and takes a quick sip of his own whiskey, eyes casting back out across the bar. "You have scary dog energy, you know this. You specifically dress like this on purpose."

Eddie picks up the pineapple wedged on the edge of his glass and bites into it, sending it down with another sip of his cocktail as Steve leads them further into the back of the bar. He finally spots a spare empty table.

"C'mon, I think I found one." Steve urges, one hand snaking back to make sure Eddie's following.

"Is it a crime to wish to not fall victim to stereotypes?" Eddie prattles on, following Steve duly by slipping his hand into Steve's outstretched one. His cocktail wobbles precariously as he takes another gulp.

"Like when that waitress gave me your awful black coffee! And you got my delicious delicacy that I paid extra hard-earned money for..."

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i like to think that when steve and eddie go out, people always lean into their assumptions and are like hmm ok preppy boy with the polo? oh he gets the fruity cocktail! and eddie is always like >:( i don't want this expensive puddle of piss gimme the bonanza supreme cocktail pls. like excuse me i paid for that.

[pearlwingdraws]

Shake shake

[barghest-arts]

TLT TikTok Screenshots, Part 3! :3

Part 2 / Part 1

[teal-tealwren]

any clownpierce enjoyers :3

[scootarooni]

MIKU MIKU ☆ BEEEEEAAAAAM ⋆｡°✩