#i love these questions omg

[hamable]

Brennan pulling out Real Test Papers and a Real Two Minute Timer is one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen on this show

[yrsonpurpose]

NICHOLAS GALITZINE Mary & George Premiere "History is sexy!"

[widdlediddle2]

Very motivated to draw her

[deerspherestudios]

I was wondering something... Michael has two pairs of eyes, but how will he see if he leaves only one pair open? Will he see only half of what he saw with all his eyes? Does this form a blind spot? I'm sorry, it's just this obsessive thought haunts me hehe.

And I'm basically interested in how his body works, he's so unusual :P

It does form a blind spot but depends on which pair he closes! He sees 90% out of his upper eyes and 10% out of his bottom half, so if it were a blind spot it'd look sth like this:

His ability also relies on eye contact, so by having both sets locked onto someone else's gaze the influence is stronger.

[aroaceleovaldez]

re: my recent Hazel posting. more of yall have got to start drawing Hazel as fat. make her chubby. make her stout. i can't keep doing this alone.

[jellys-compendium]

Owen is a sugar daddy CONFIRMED!

[amvro]

pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: he’s overworked and he needs some well deserved rest.

cw: none :)

It was as if he could do anything. He could start his day at the cafe and save a few people before coming that night, and because of this, it was terribly easy to forget that he too, is human like everyone else.

He was a little too good at pushing himself when he needed to most. When he needed some rest, but a call comes in asking for some extra help on a mission. Or the cafe suddenly asking him to open up the next morning because someone's unable to make their shift. He was always able to say yes and exceed everyone's expectations no matter the job.

For this exact reason, he was often given far more work than your average person, and this is not to mention he had three different faces he was juggling. Yet, even through all this work, it looked effortless to him. He never seemed to be struggling and he was always on task, so no one would suspect he actually was tired and a little rest was necessary for this hardworking man.

However, you would never miss it. Not the small eyebags that appeared just below his eyes and definitely not the sighs that he would let out every once in a while. He needed some rest, but you knew better than anyone that he wouldn't listen if you simply told him to, he would just push himself a little more. He's a little too good at that.

You knew when his next day off was, but you also knew he was planning to get all his household chores done and caught up with that day, and you weren't going to let that happen. He needed to rest. So there you were, two days before his day off, cleaning around to surprise him. You were absolutely ready to take the whole day and the next if you had to, but it was much better than you had expected. Of course, he still had most of his daily chores covered through all his work. Needless to say, you were excited about his day off.

Before long, his day off had finally come. He woke up bright and early like he always did, went out for a little jog, and did his little routine. He had gotten back home and he was ready to take out the garbage when he realized it was already done, which he found terribly skeptical. He then went to check the laundry which was also already done, not to mention everything seemed a lot cleaner than he had left it. Immediately, his eyes widened and he knew it was you, and he was ashamed he hadn't noticed earlier.

As if on cue, you rang the doorbell and he opened it up. You looked at his running wear and you realized he had already gone and ran.

"You're already done! Aw, that's too bad... I was going to tell you to sleep in some more first," you said and gave him a little kiss as you walked in.

"Thank you so much," he said, a little lost for words and you smiled.

"Oh, don't mention it. Go take a shower, I'll borrow your kitchen by the way," you said, pushing him towards his bathroom.

"I'm sorry, you just came but I think I will," he said, looking apologetic and you told him there was nothing for him to feel sorry for.

While he was in the shower, you decided to make a few mug cakes. Very simple 5-minute ones, because his showers were too short for anything special. Now, they took much longer than the five minutes they were advertised to take, but it was still done by the time he had gotten out of the shower.

You were sitting on the couch with a blanket and the mug cakes on the coffee table when he walked out of the shower. You had been dating for a while now, but gosh was he still so stunning with his wet hair.

"Come sit and eat while it's still warm!" you said. "I'll dry your hair."

"No, it's okay, you should relax," he said and you immediately looked at him, shocked.

"If anyone needs to relax it's you," you said and forced him to sit down so you could dry his hair, which he had no choice but to give into.

It was a lovely time, there were hardly any words said as the sound of the dryer was a little too loud, but it was comforting. He was eating your very quickly put-together mug cake while you were drying his silky hair. Every other bite he would feed you some as you were busy drying his hair, and you couldn't ask for more. Nothing could make you happier and the same went for him.

Once your mug cakes were finished and his hair was dry, you snuggled into his bed and pulled him in.

"We're going to sleep," you said, already comfortable under his blanket.

"No, we really don't have to. We finally have a day off together, we should go somewhere you want to," he said.

"Well, I want to be here right now. With you," you said, completely certain that that was what you wished for. "I really want some more sleep today and I can't sleep without you so you're going to have to tag along."

He couldn't help but smile. He slowly snuck in and you snuggled up right next to him as he kissed the top of your head. It was sweet, and that was it. It didn't have to be anything more and it was all he wanted for the past few weeks. He truly didn't know how you managed to notice and he couldn't imagine himself with anyone other than you. You had to be the one.

"Thank you so much," he said, again. "For noticing."

"Noticing what?" you said with a smile, playing dumb. "I just wanted some extra sleep with you. I hope you don't mind on your first day off in a while."

"There is nothing more I could possibly ask for," he said and wrapped his arms around you. Before long, he was fast asleep and you couldn't help but smile. You knew he was tired and you didn't know how to get him to rest.

You kissed him softly and whispered, "I am always here for you," before falling asleep as well, but you would never find out that he was awake to hear those words. Nor will you ever find out that he fell even more in love with you that day.

[yveni]

lol so glad I got to witness the discord go feral when the news that Ali and Cam were at the meetup dropped

[omaano]

On the Job Together - or make sure your toothsy boyfriend companion is properly covered up in the sun, before even more of his kind come looking for that pilfered armor. (Space vampires on Tatooine sounds like a Really Bad Idea, but noone's informed this one about that...)

[coconut530]

100

[machines-art-shenanigans]

I come with peas.

Unfortunately there is no peas emoji so have a cookie instead :0 🍪

Also a question: Would it be possible to do a handstand while narrating, Mr Edwin sir 🤔?

I bet ya two cookies ya can't òwo

(also again: hi hi! Long time no see ☺👋)

Thanks for your question! You have to give him his cookies now

[strawbubbysugar]

RANDOM QUESTION GO! If you had to describe your dca au characters as ice cream, what flavor would they be and what toppings?

hmmmm.. Sun as a child: Vanilla with cookie crumble Sun as an adult: Mango pineapple with coconut shavings Moon as a child: mint chocolate chip Moon as an adult: cafe au lait with chocolate covered espresso beans

[baeshijima]

SOPHIE PLEASEEE HEAR ME OUT...

in light of blade canonically having a drivers license, designated driver!blade

he drives you home when you're drunk (he acts annoyed but he's turning on the heater in his car and putting his jacket over you like tucking you under a blanket and putting the cat neck pillow you left in his car on you and changing the radio station to one that's playing soft tunes and turning the volume down)

he picks you up from failed dates (not knowing if he should be relieved that it failed or be sad because you look sad + he threatens to hunt down your date and beat them up if you share that they said smth rude)

he magically appears with his car when you're stranded in the rain despite not telling him about your situation (consensually having each other's locations on and him noticing that there's heavy rain where you are and immediately hops into his car to get to where you are before kafka can even finish her quip about how he would never have That level of urgency if the rest of them were stuck in the rain)

NONNIE YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS MY EARS ARE WIDE OPEN HELLO 😩

designated driver!blade who, whenever you offhandedly mention going somewhere, will always check his phone for the distance and predicted weather in that area. past a five minute walking distance? already grabbing his keys for the car to drive you there before you can even stand up. oh, there's at least a 10% chance for rain? don't worry! he already grabbed an umbrella and is now on his way to make sure the car roof is up and that the wipers actually work! you're running late for something and need to be there asap? well, what's a few speed limits against his indomitable will to see you happy?

resistance is futile, you realised during the early days when he started this habit. even if you were to protest and make the rational argument of "it's literally around the corner" or "public transport exists for a reason", he will merely give you a withering, deadpan stare before continuing his way to the car knowing you don't have the heart to leave him waiting there despite all your protests. it's come to a point where you don't even have to announce you're going somewhere for him to know, merely getting the keys and following you out as you resign to your fate of having blade as your personal chauffeur.

(though you have to admit, his song choices are pretty banger, and he has definitely saved you from some tough situations more times than you can count with his rather impeccable timing.)

[mirsvintagesonytv]

Alternate universe where Chuuya joins the ADA w Dazai. The flags never found out that info on his past so chuuya still has no idea where he is from, and dazai just shows up at his door one day like "im leaving come w me" and chuuya is like "bro wtf no i need to find out abt my past" but leaves w dazai anyway. They join the ADA and Dazais tryna become a better person but chuuyas only motive is to find out about his past, which he has no idea about, bc the events of stormbringer never occured in this timeline.

Also that for 2 years Kunikida Ranpo and Yosano have no clue what in the gay shit is going on between the new recruits, since none of them know about their mafia ties, so they end up placing a bet for when theyre gonna get together, and pool together a prize pool for whoever is closest. Even Fukuzawa places a bet. But it goes unsolved for 2 years until Atsushi arrives. And atsushi just.. asks because apparently the others never thought of that, not even genius Ranpo. And dazais like "Yeah we're together" which sends the agency into a MELTDOWN BECAUSE WHEN THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN AND WHO WINS THE PRIZE POOL??? Turns out Dazai and Chuuya had been together for like the entire time and knew about the bet, but found it funny so didnt say anything to see how much they could get away with before being caught out.

Dazai: Hm im stuck on this case.

Chuuya: *solves it*

Dazai: *grabs chuuya by the cheeks in front of the whole office, kisses him on the lips for 3+ seconds* Your so smart Chuuya this is why your my.... (the agency is holding their breaths thinking this is the moment).... BEST FRIEND. what did i do to deserve a friend as good as you Chuuya?

They ended up getting away with it too, because the whole ADA cannot for the life of Odasaku distinguish between platonic and romantic affection.

*another instance*

Chuuya and Dazai are late to work, so Fukuzawa sends Kunikida to get them from their shared apartment. He walks in, using the spare key, and finds the two together under the covers of Dazai's futon just cuddling together. Like the most sappy gay shit you've ever seen.

Kunikida, getting his hopes up bc holy shit he's won the prize pool: ...What are you two doing..?

Dazai, smirking bc this is way too funny: It's cold. We have no heating. Chuuyas skill makes everything warm so im using him as a radiator

Kunikida believes this despite knowing about Chuuyas ability, overlooking the fact that Dazai literally just lied to his face because Chuuyas ability does nothing to the room temperature.

In the end the prize pool goes to Atsushi for his bravery, whilst Kunikida is just sobbing because how did he not realise. And Atsushi does not know whats going on he's just happy to be there honestly.

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

---

After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[acourtofserpents]

Barbenheimer season: would the ROs watch Barbie, Oppenheimer, both or neither?

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMG

Ryzan - would tell everyone he’s watching Oppenheimer but he’ll be secretly watching Barbie instead.

Nailea - she’s definitely watching Oppenheimer!! bombs and war and destruction?? count her in!!

Zale - BOTH. both. yes, both is good. gotta be a balanced and well-rounded individual after all.

Silos - neither … they truly are not up to date with any kind of movies or pop culture … lost in piles over piles of books :D