#so I tried

[sandushengshou]

the untamed + text posts

[yang-innie]

Felix ♡ 특(S-Class) show music core 230610 fancam

[kiteou]

He really doesn’t know….

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Tech likes the rain on Pabu. Phee hates it.

Tech likes the stimulation of rain on his back and the sounds of the showers as he stands in potentially torrential rain for hours. Its peaceful, it quiets his mind in a way that's unusual. It feels like home.

Phee hates the bitter cold that bites her when she stands in the rain too long. The lingering draft that comes with the rain is frustrating, and she can't stand the standstill she comes to when it rains.

Yet, Phee always welcomes Tech back when he's sopping from the downpour.

She always chides, quips about the flu he's sure to catch after hours of just standing there. Tech always offers for her to join him. Phee prefers the warmth of the house.

She prefers the fluffy towels she always has ready to dry him off, prefers the comfort of the pyjamas she wrestles them both into. Tech knows better than to object.

Phee prefers the soft moments when, after the rain lulls to a quiet, when the storm finally calms, when they're curled up together under the sheets.

Tech can't decide which he loves more. The familiar cold of the rain, or the new warmth of Phee's arms wrapped around him, easing him into the best sleep he'll ever have.

Tech loves the rain on Pabu. Phee loves the calm that follows.

[melon-cream-enmu]

Oh to be kidnapped by Enmu and have him place a ring on your ring finger, declaring you two are now engaged since that's obviously what you've been dreaming of too. Oh, it was all inside his own head? Oh don't be silly, darling, of course you want it too! Why else would you tease him in his dreams like that? 🥺💖

You groan and attempt to blink the sleep from your eyes. Your head is foggy, but you can hear and feel something. You're...sitting, you realize as you try and shift. Leaning against something.

Humming. It's Humming that you hear. Something brushes your forehead and you jump, though you still can't see clearly. You whine, trying to speak.

"Oh, there you are. Now you're waking up. That's good." Another touch you your face, your cheek this time. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon. I wanted you to see everything I worked hard to set up for you." You blink once, twice, and can see an arm. Clad in black, you follow it to a chest dressed in the same color, up a pale neck, to a flushed face draped in soft hair as black as his clothes.

You know this man. You don't know him, he lives in your village, but you've never even talked to him. What's going on. You go to push him away put your arms only go so far. Your heart races. Your upper arms are tied to your chest, and your wrists tied together. You try to kick away from him but your ankles are tied almost just as close together. There's a little room for movement, but not much.

"Do you like it?" You don't know what he means, but your eyes dart around the room. "I did it all myself...just for us." It looks normal, it's just a room. "I wanted it to be new, perfect, for my spouse." You look at him and he stares into your eyes. "W...What?" He nods, pleased with himself and reaching for the place between his knees. "And this...I hope you like it. You should, you told me you did when I went to pick it out." You don't know what he means, you've never interacted with this man.

He picks up a small box and slowly opens it's lid. Inside is a ring. You don't understand, you can't understand why he's taking your hand and gently placing the ring on your finger. It's a perfect fit. "It looks wonderful on you, my love." You're finally able to put together everything that's just happened.

"What...are you talking about? Who are you?" He looks almost hurt. "Come on, don't be like that. I wouldn't tease you like this, why must you tease your husband so?" Your brows pinch. "You're not-" He leans forward, hands on your thighs. "Well, not yet, yes. We steal need to be 'married'." He giggles.

"But we can enjoy being engaged for a bit right? Make it feel just like we've dreamed it would be all this time?" You yank back from him. "We're not engaged! I don't know you!" You're trying to yell but all you achieve is a scared whisper.

He grabs your face, and though his hold is as soft as feathers on your skin, you don't dare move. "Your touch haunted by nightmares and your kisses blessed my dreams. I've held you here beside me so many times, the bed is indented by your being." His lips come so close to yours they brush as he speaks. His hands fall to the bed and cage you in as he crawls forward. "You love me. I know you do." He takes your hands and kisses your knuckles.

"And I love you. More than anything, more than anyone else could."

[izayoiri]

My very first attempt at making a pose (minius the sitting Thorgal, that was a pose I had for him) I can see many mistakes (like the twisted neck) but for a first try I feel I did okay, but I clearly have a lot to learn.. need to find out how to move the head like that, without distorting the neck 😊 So while far from perfect, a decent first attempt!

[klaytheguildless]

Morpeko TCG

Card GB1 version:

Card: Morpeko (Shining Fates 36)

[theinconsistenciestherein]

When uh when you remember that your very pregnant partner has an adorable giggle and is very ticklish

[l4tedawns]

It’s just me and and my shirt for the L.S. Dunes concert tomorrow

[hiddenst0rms]

Sick Stein - Soul Eater

For Christmas and your birthday, @onetrickponi 

I know that we haven’t really spoken much before, but I really hope you enjoy! ❤️

Fandom: Soul Eater

Stein/Marie

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Stein loved his job. Not many people got to immerse themselves in their passion all day every day and get paid to do so. It was quite simple, really. He taught expert soul resonance techniques, graded exams, and spent the rest of his time on experiments. Aside from occasionally having to put an unruly student in their place (read: Black Star), the rest of his students were wonderful to watch improve and grow into their fullest potential.

The best part of the job? - the students.

“HH’RFFMSCHHHH!” 

The worst part of his job? - the students. 

He looked up with bleary eyes after burying his face into the sleeve of his lab coat. Ah, oh well. He had tons just like it. Gah. He used to never get sick. He was a fighter, he was strong; he could stitch up even the toughest of battle injuries on himself. That was until he had to spend eight hours a day trapped indoors with grubby gremlins that handed him hand written essays that belonged in a biohazard bin.

But he had gone to medical school, so he was much too knowledgeable to deny the telltale signs of waking up with a headache and scratchy throat yesterday that a few handfuls of aspirin hadn’t cured (who needed a stomach lining anyway). Those soon turned into sneezing, stuffiness, achiness, and as of tonight, a cough. It quickly crept into his voice and speaking all day at work certainly hadn’t done him any favors. By his last lecture, he was struggling to get his voice to carry throughout the classroom. He finally gave in and released class a few minutes early under vague orders to “go practice with your partner.” It was as if he had hit a second puberty.

“Heh’KGSCHh!!” A series of chesty coughs followed. At this rate, he would never finish his grading. He’d been hunched over the neverending stack of ungraded exams for hours and still wasn’t finished. The other professors at the academy wondered why Stein insisted on all open-ended questions instead of multiple choice. Multiple choice would have been a hell of a lot easier to grade, but Stein insisted that open-ended was the only way. Multiple choice was way too easy, a guessing game rather than true reflection of knowledge.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms. It was late, almost one am. Marie had gone to bed a long time ago, leaving him alone at his desk illuminated by the lonely desk lamp. It wasn’t like Stein wasn’t used to late nights. That was the one thing that caught Marie by surprise when she first moved in with Stein. Despite having dated before, she had never realized just how messed up Stein’s sleep habits were. He seldomly went to bed before midnight, opting instead to research on the computer or experiment until he crashed, often at his desk, until work. 

“Stein?”

Great. Another distraction. Her presence wasn’t a surprise. He could sense her wavelength. But that didn’t stop him from giving a dramatic eye roll and a dismissive hand wave. He absolutely despised being interrupted, regardless of what he was doing.

“The place better be burning down right now.” 

“You’re still up?” Marie flipped on the light, not missing the way he winced. 

“You say that like you’re surprised. Ahh, turn the light off. It’s messing with my muse.”

Marie did so, that only confirming her suspicions. He’d come home from work sounding pretty rough and putting an unusual amount of effort into avoiding her. His aloofness was hardly out of character, but the coughing certainly was. “It’s not so much the time that I’m concerned about. It’s your health. You woke me up with your coughing.”

Stein lazily dug through his desk drawer and held out a container, eyes never leaving the paper in front of him. “Here are some earplugs. Now go back to bed and leave me alone. It is late, after all.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. You sound awful. Do you have a cold?”

Stein finally lifted his head to acknowledge her. He really wasn’t in the mood for this kind of interrogation. His mood had been low all day due to not feeling well, and he already wasn’t keen on admitting things that ailed him. He sniffled as quietly as he could muster. Now would have been a good time for him to blow his nose, but he couldn’t possibly do that with her standing over his shoulder.

“I prefer the term rhinovirus, but sure. You can call it whatever you want.”

“I don't know what that is - hey! What do you think you’re doing right now?

There was one trick he (literally) had up his sleeve to get someone out of his personal space with the added benefit of relaxation too. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, leading to a horrible coughing fit.

“Oh my God! Yeah, that’s what I mean - gah, you shouldn’t even be smoking right now! Give that to me!”

His glare was every emotion under the sun - annoyed, slightly amused, cocky. As if that would actually work. Her features slumped in defeat. It was worth a try.

“What I mean is,” She said, exasperated. “Is that you sound like you’ve been smoking a pack a day for the last 40 years. So perhaps it’s not in your best interest to smoke right now.”

Stein removed his cigarette, carelessly blowing the smoke around. An offended expression crossed his face. “Mathematically impossible. I’m 31, thank you very much. I certainly can’t sound that bad.”

He sniffled again, this time much thicker. His nose was starting to itch again too, but he wouldn’t have such a display with her standing right there. So he opted to breathe through his mouth, hoping that it would go unnoticed.

“I wasn’t being literal! Just, you’re so impossible sometimes. Go to bed. You’ll work so much more efficiently tomorrow after a good night’s sleep, which I know you don’t get often.”

Her speech was static to his brain. All that Stein could think about was how much he was trying to not make a mess of himself, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore such a blatant need. Another liquid sniffle, which only blossomed the tickle.

“Stein! Are you even listening to me right - “

“Hihhh…. hih’nkxt! h’nxgt! Xngt!” He tried to even out his breathing, but - “Nxgtshyuu! Het’shiuuu! Edtshuuu! Igxtshyuuu!” As much as he didn’t want to, he reached for the tissues, a blush creeping across his cheeks. He refused to turn around, to give Marie any sort of satisfaction. 

“Bless you. That’s why you need to stop working and go to bed, like I was saying.” She said, a hint of amusement in her voice. 

“That won’t be necessary. It’s very minor, a simple fluke in the human genome. Not worth causing a fuss over.”

“You’d really think that they would have figured out the cure to the common cold by now, huh.”

“Cure? Cure!?” Stein whipped around in his stool, newfound fire in his dead eyes. “How can you possibly expect to cure something that’s caused by over 200 viruses? Don’t you think we’ve tried? Well, it’s impossible! I’ll tell you - “

Woah. Now that Marie could actually fully see his face, she saw how pale and tired looked. Not to mention his absurd outburst. Stein always had a way of making everything so scientific. She couldn’t help but wonder - was this the madness taking over or a brewing fever?

Probably the latter.

Marie cut off his rambling with a hand to his forehead.

He stopped. Blinked owlishly. Flinched. Not used to being touched after living alone for so many years.

“You’re warm.”

Figures. 

That was the first time that Marie had touched him since their break up from years ago. If anyone was allowed to overstep boundaries and personal space, it was her. Their split had been amicable enough, but Stein had vowed that nothing more would come from their temporary living situation. But she certainly wasn’t helping right then and there. 

Stein smiled. He could only pretend to be annoyed for so long.

“Fine. I’ll come to bed.”

[keeper-of-the-dimension]

2022-12-19

I recently developed brainrot for Persona 5 Royal, so everyone else has to suffer with me as I make fanart and pump out headcanons. So I bring to you: the protag as a figure skater (how else is he so flexible huh)

[saltynsassy31]

Need I say more?

Most satisfying win I ever got

I saw the chance and took it :)

[the-travelling-witch]

i’m currently in the car so my hands are shaky af and i don’t feel like fixing his hair/horns but valefar… valefar is that you?

original picrew

[s2pdoktopus]

Sometimes you like to genderbend people.

[6nimus9]

A late gift I made for @alch3mic ​uploaded even later here  💕 💕 💕

[verved]

I'm trying to make a character.ai for Xenaut but he just keeps telling me to go frag myself and when I insist on trying to talk to him he starts threatening me. I don't know what I expected when I tried to make a chat ai for a character that has a temper and hates chatting.