#pine talks

[pine-abble]

takes out the Senshi from Dungeon Meshi image i keep in my wallet, “Senshi what should I do?”

He does not say anything.... the kindness in his eyes tell me everything I need to know

[pinepickled]

It's so tragic that when Superman feels anxious he can go out and listen through the whole wide world to hear Batman's heartbeat and if he's on a mission and needs to be reassured he can use x ray vision to see Bruce's face and his beloved is always accessible to him unless something is terribly wrong which puts Supes heart at ease immediately whenever he sees Bats but Batman must live in the uncertainty and solitude of being painfully human. But he is a solitary and uncertain LOVED human and so when his heartbeat gets erratic Superman shows up to see why and when he needs a comforting face Superman is always right behind a pair of glasses if not bare faced to the world and when Batman needs to know Superman is alive and well he may not be able to hear his heartbeat but he can look to the newspapers and see him there or check the flight patterns of things going over jet plane speeds and see a new streak he trailed and he can call out Clark's name and somewhere out there Clark will hear him and come, even though he is not made to

[if-i-hate-the-headline]

the saddest fic trope to me is when one character dies and the other has to live on without them

that shit kills me

[the-dangerous-mute-lunatic]

Well, as of the start of this month, it has been half a year since I updated Years of Science I want to say thanks for your patience with chapter 23; it's one I've really been struggling to get right, and my writing confidence with the fic plummeted really badly right after 22 was posted. Despite that though, it's still a story I really want to finish telling.

So till it's done, thanks for sticking around. Through the bursts of a million posts, art pieces, and updates, and the periods of burnt out silence.

[justpinegone]

Ukraine's joining smash bros?

[pinepickled-natsuyuu]

I feel like there's something to be said about how Matoba has grown his hair out to make better details with yokai, extending his physical form for their sake, and how he doesn't exercise, though it is well within his ability to do so, the yokai that is after his eye. And how he still fails to connect with yokai, how they fear and run from him, but also how he doesn't really know HOW to connect with them. He doesn't know how to treat them, he feels they are lesser than human, that one and the other must be separate, and yet his powers and the will of the yokai do not lend to that at all.

Maybe that's why he seeks out Natsume and yet let's him go from danger time and time again, why he is the biggest threat to Natsume and his way of life, but perhaps the biggest protector also. Matoba doesn't approve, but he regardless protects Natsume physically like in the recent chapter at the kiln and at the bus stop. Maybe he wants to see Natsume safe and happy, maybe he wants to constantly be around Natsume, because Natsume is living the life he wants to. A life of power, and yet gentleness and companionship with BOTH yokai and humans. A life with a foot in both worlds.

He wants to live like Natsume, and he's chasing him around because he wants to see if this ideal life is possible.

Idk. Just my thoughts.

[snackforaking]

Hiatus

gonna take a break for like, a week or so to recoup from The Horrors 💛

[pinepickled-artblog]

For the first week of mermay, I decided to go with the coral prompt and a lil Jason too! Please click for better quality.

Look forward to the 'pet' fill next week!

[robertalpascal]

i just want to stand naked before bunch of art students and have them sculpt me. and then have one guy who sculpted me too intently ask me out. is it too much to ask?

[pinepickled-om]

To everyone who was excited for Sunshine on Gold's fourth chapter, I am sorry T_T Term hit me like a nightmare, and I was just too exhausted to write. However, it is now finished, I have the next chapter planned, and I intend to draw lots of art for the series now that term is over! Feel free to send me questions, art requests, writing requests, and all sorts into my inbox. look forward to the new chapter after it's beta read!

[hattersarts]

im already at the south downs cottage guys, catch up

[pine-abble]

i want people to draw more variety in "X character stimming"

It is perfectly okay to draw characters flapping their hands and such but I also need to see characters biting someone elses arm and hanging on like a leech

only then can neurodiversity truly win

[pinepickled]

I'll be brave and say it. Ming han turned into a homo for Mao Mao. Bro accepted him as his husband and took care of his family and got revenge on his shitty ex. Husband behavior tbh.

[if-i-hate-the-headline]

you know what makes me so fucking sad every time i think about it?

that jason died thinking that he would see leo again in the afterlife as far as i'm aware he still thinks leos dead?? so he never gets to see his best friend again

that shit is sad

[justpinegone]

The finnish guy called germany Eminem from lidl lmao

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.

Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.

Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.

It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.

It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.

Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.

It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.

They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.

They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.

"What." Eddie says.

"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.

"Me?"

"You like dnd?"

He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.

"Doubt it," the boy says.

Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.

The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.

"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"

Dustin shrugs. "Steve."

"Steve?"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."

"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.

He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"

"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."

Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.

They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.

It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.

Steve.

"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.

Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"

"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.

"Um, the kids?"

And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.

"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."

Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.

"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."

Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."

"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."

Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."

"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"

Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."

Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."

"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."

"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.

"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."

"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."

"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."

"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.

"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"

Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.

He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.

And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.