#oops 😔

[saetoru]

also thank you for all the ideas i am keeping them safe and secure i tried writing some of them but my brain wasn’t braining

[orionangeline]

I'm such a girl who's a guy who doesn't get much sleep. Also I sleep all the time

[turtleblogatlast]

So I’ve been thinking about the boys combining their powers recently and I ended up really wondering about what would happen if a supercharged Mikey (time/dimensional powers) mixed his abilities with a supercharged Leo’s (space powers) and all I could think of was:

[drivebypainter]

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIZUN- oh! He’s asleep… Goodnight Shizun ❤️”

[lanternlightss]

“… why did you even take that, stardust.”

[childrenofcain-if]

We already know how C feels like when an academic rival is flirting with MC, but how different would the scenario be if they were in a will-they-won't-they relationship and saw somebody hitting on MC 👀🤡

C sat rigid in the bar, their jaw clenched so tight it felt like their teeth might shatter. across the room, you were animatedly talking with somebody else. and not just anyone, but an interloper. a crimson (harvard student) of all people. someone who hadn’t spent sleepless nights with your voice echoing in their head. someone who hadn’t memorized the cadence of your breath or the way your lips curved when you said C’s name. it was infuriating. no—suffocating.

it was subtle at first, the way C’s gaze sharpened when that person approached you, a light touch on your arm, the laugh that spilled too easily from your lips. the stranger stood too close, their eyes lingered too long. and then there was C, like a storm gathering at the edge of a summer afternoon.

for a while, C tried to play it cool, to swallow the jealousy curling hot and vicious in their chest, but the knot in their throat tightened, and they couldn’t stop staring. every second stretched longer than the last, their pulse racing, mind clouding over with a thousand thoughts they couldn’t control.

C had been trying to keep a distance. god knows they’ve tried. it felt like gravity itself bent around you, pulling them into your orbit whether they wanted to or not. every stolen glance, every touch that lingered just a second too long—none of it was supposed to matter. but seeing you with someone else, looking so engrossed in the things they were talking about, made something primal and uncontrollable twist inside of C. they’d been teetering on the edge for months, but this—this is way too much.

they sat just far enough away that no one would suspect anything unusual. your laughter rang out, clear and light, the kind of sound that felt like nails being driven into C’s skull. C’s grip on the edge of the table tightened, knuckles pale as they tried to suppress the storm brewing beneath their skin.

the crimson player was touching your arm now, fingers lingering in a way that made C’s jaw clench. they leaned in closer, whispering something that drew another laugh out of you, and it was like a white-hot wire snapping inside of C.

they couldn’t do this. not anymore.

without a second thought, C crossed the room in exactly eight determined strides. you barely had time to react before C was there, hand wrapping firmly around your wrist.

“come with me.”

“what in the— lacroix? wait, i—”

but C wasn’t hearing it. they were already tugging you toward the hallway, away from the party, away from the prying eyes. you struggled for only a second against their surprising strength before deciding to go along, more out of confusion than resistance. C’s grip tightened, the heat of their touch searing through you both.

the second you were both in the narrow corridor by the washroom, C shoved open the door, pushing you inside before closing it with a thud. you were against the wall now, blinking at C with wide eyes, breathing hard.

“what the hell was that back there?” you asked, voice sharp, but your breathless tone gave you away. you weren’t angry. just… thrown off. “you can’t just drag me around—”

“i can’t do this anymore,” C cuts you off, voice low and trembling with frustration, barely held back. “do you know how hard it is to pretend i don’t want you? to act like i haven’t memorized every inch of your being in my mind?”

you froze, caught off guard by the rawness in C’s words, the crack in their voice.

“lacroix…” you began, softer now, unsure.

“i look at you, and i can’t even think straight.” C stepped closer, crowding you against the wall, eyes burning with something close to feral. “being with you, it’s like—like breathing. i never even knew i needed it until now, but i’d die without it. do you understand that?”

you swallowed, chest heaving, your back pressed against the cold tiles of the washroom. the tension was electric, almost vertiginous in its intensity.

“you’re overreacting,” you tried, weakly, your heart hammering in your chest. “we’re just… we’ve been playing this game for so long—”

“game?” C laughed, a humorless, bitter sound that echoed in the small room. “tu penses que c’est un jeu? do you think i’m fucking playing when i look at you and feel like i’m losing my goddamn mind?”

they stepped even closer, until your faces were inches apart, breaths mingling. you could almost taste the raspberry bubblegum on their breath. “do you know how it feels, watching someone else touch you? flirt with you? when all i can think about is how much i want to chop off their fingers?”

“lacroix, you’re being ridiculous—” you tried to keep your voice steady, but it was faltering, breaking under the weight of C’s vehemence.

“i’m being ridiculous?” C’s hand slammed against the sink beside you, their other hand still holding your wrist in a bruising grip. “you’d bewitched me from the moment i laid eyes on you. you haunt me even in my dreams. and i’m supposed to watch someone else try to sweep you away? act like it doesn’t tear me apart?”

your lips parted, but no words came. you could feel the heat radiating off C, their chest rising and falling with barely controlled emotion.

“tell me you don’t feel it,” C murmured, their voice softening but no less desperate. “tell me this doesn’t burn you the way it’s burning me.”

your eyes flicked down to C’s lips, the space between you closing with every breath. you could feel it too—the unbearable pull, the inevitability of it all. but you didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know how to unravel the tangled mess of feelings between you two.

“C…” you whispered their name, your voice barely audible. “i—”

that was all it took for C to surge forward, their lips crashing into yours with a force that took the breath out of you. the kiss was ferocious, messy, all teeth and heat, a collision of mouths that was anything but soft. you gasped as C’s hands slid up to your sides, gripping you like they were afraid you might disappear if they didn’t hold on tight enough.

your fingers tangled in C’s hair, pulling them closer, deeper, giving into the moment. they tasted like sweet raspberries with a hint of alcohol. both of your breaths came fast and hard between kisses, the kind that made everything spin out of control.

the space between you crackled with energy as you kissed like the world was ending, like you’d both been starving for this. C’s hands were everywhere now—on your waist, on your back, in your hair, holding you as though you were something fragile and sacred, but the kiss itself was nothing if not the very definition of sin.

when you finally broke apart, both of you were gasping for air, foreheads pressed together, gaze wild. under the fluorescent lights of the washroom, you could see their chalcedony green eyes turn completely dark.

“i’ve wanted you for so long,” C whispered, their voice wrecked, barely a breath between you. “i’ve wanted you for so long that i don’t even remember what it’s like not to feel like this.”

your chest heaved as you stared at C, lips swollen from the kiss, mind dazed like their kisses were their own brand of drugs.

“i’m done pretending,” C murmured, brushing their thumb along your jaw, voice soft but intense. “i’m done acting like i can live without you.”

your pulse pounded in your ears, your thoughts scattered, and your body still buzzing like crazy. the pure passion with which C was looking at you now was a whole other category of addicting.

“say something,” C urged, their voice raw with a mix of hope and fear. “tell me i’m not alone in this.”

you swallowed, your own voice rough from the weight of everything unsaid between you two. “you’re not, C. i promise.”

that was enough. C’s mouth crashed into yours again, harder this time, more frenzied, like they were trying to make up for all the moments they hadn’t had. your hands bunched up C’s shirt, pulling them closer as the world around you disappeared into a haze of searing heat and hunger.

nothing else mattered anymore.

[blighted-lights]

drew the amicas again,, i gotta draw em more often

[zeramara]

Hello Trigunblr, happy WooWoo Wednesday! I drew a poster for Tristamp for one of my class finals, really pleased with how it turned out! There's an animated version where the markings glow and fade away, I'll add it under the cut.

(Note for this version, I made it before I realized that I forgot to add Meryl and Vash's earrings, but I'm too lazy to fix it rn)

[reunitedinterlude]

summer phantasy: the album

tracks 5-8 (x)

[txeatot]

little sketches on one file 😔🤝

[thisfuckingdeadlife]

🐰bunny bun being full of charm

[fluffydragonchips]

blood kelp 😇

[thatgothsamurai]

Theerapanyakul Bros as The Saturday Evening Post cover (in Leyendecker style) with made-up format(1st) and the original format (2nd)

the draft’s actually for Kinnporsche Week 2022 | Day 7 - Main or Minor Family? (but without the parents pls)

what a shame they could’ve teamed up and make a family band

[inkz123]

Me when Error does pretty much anything at this point

[skullsandcorals]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kill-cry-die !!! 🥳🎉✨✨✨

I tried my best 🥹💙

(click for better quality if you're on the mobile app. do not repost.)

A Family Built on the Weary by DustShattersLikeGlass on Ao3

Scene specifically pulled from Part 9, “The Things We Lost in the Fire”, Chapter 7!

[camelspit]

hey. psst. you should draw redheks

voted most ineffective study session ever

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