#that many I suppose

[coins-that-never-land]

So I know it’s not WIP Wednesday, and I usually tend to save my WIPs until they’re done, but I figured just this once I’d start switching it up a bit!

For the few of you that already know, this is a snippet of my rock band hangster au!!

For those of you that don’t: it’s basically what it implies!

“Ya don’t like havin’ people’s eyes on ya?”

Hangman seemed unbothered as he looked up from the menu, focused purely on him.

If he was honest -

“I don’t dislike it,” he countered, trying to glance around surreptitiously at his surroundings without seeming as if he was bothered. Because he absolutely was a bit surprised. “I’m not usually being watched while I eat, anyways.”

A quiet huff from across the table drew his attention back to Seresin, who was holding up a glass of water with the most self-assured expression that he’d ever seen.

“Well. Gotta get used to it then, Roo.”

…What?

“‘Roo’?”

Jake’s affirming hum was swallowed by the drink that he was taking, before he set the glass back down on the table.

He hadn’t even touched his drink.

He should have.

Frankly, his whole throat was sandpaper. Maybe he had some new disease.

Because he didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, other than -

“Yeah. We’re callin’ ya ‘Rooster.’ Took ya long enough to get off the fuckin’ perch and sing for us.”

He was too busy staring at the pleased smirk on Jake’s face, but felt his mind turn the cobwebs from his brain.

“Roosters aren’t songbirds,” he found himself saying instead.

“No, but they ain’t too good at doin’ what they should, either. Ya ever see ‘em? Territorial, stubborn shits.”

Lord.

Hangman was the one…giving him a nickname?

Why?

…

And -

“So why - ”

“Ya know why,” Seresin’s smile was a little softer. It had to be, he swore that he wasn’t imagining it. “If ya want the spot, it’s yours, Roo. We ain’t considerin’ anyone else.”

He…Jake had to be joking.

“What about the others?” His throat was still dry, even though he’d taken a drink of water. He was starting to think he needed something stronger than that. “Tash said - ”

“Other people auditioned, yeah. But we ain’t gonna use ‘em, not ‘less ya say no. It’s yours first, if ya want it.”

…The frontman position for Aviator Silencers?

He would be an idiot to say no.

(Even this - whatever the hell conversation that he was having with Jake Seresin - wasn’t quite charged with the weird ass rivalry that they used to have. At least, not the kind that had to be spitting insults every five minutes.)

(Jake was still getting on his nerves, but…in a manner that he could almost appreciate. So it would be fine.)

“Yes,” he nodded, head moving so aggressively on his neck that he thought he’d give himself a concussion. “I’d be honored.”

Another small snort, before Seresin was waving the waiter back over.

“A bottle of,” Jake trailed off, raising an eyebrow at him.

…Oh.

“White?”

Seresin had nodded before he could second-guess himself, which sent a small wave of relief through him at having understood the question correctly without verbalizing it.

“Bottle of your finest white, please, m’dear. Don’t matter which.”

“Of course, Mr. Seresin. I’ll be right back.”

But the smile on Jake’s face - the one that seemed almost giddy - was focused on him again, and his breath caught automatically.

He couldn’t help it.

It wasn’t as if he was blind.

Jake Seresin - Hangman, lead guitarist of Aviator Silencers - was, and always had been, exceptionally beautiful.

Somehow, the time away, combined with stardom, had only been kind to the guy.

(Not that he planned on verbalizing any of that himself. He wasn’t blind, but he wasn’t an idiot, either.)

(They had never gotten along, but again - not blind.)

And when the waiter returned, handing Hangman the entire uncorked bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that - while he couldn’t read the date - appeared to have been stored precisely for quite some time…

Yeah.

Jesus.

He didn’t even want to know what that must have cost as Jake poured them both a glass before picking his own glass up.

“To you, Roo, for havin’ enough common sense to accept an offer from us,” the fucker’s toast started.

It needed some work.

(Seresin’s shit-eating grin hadn’t abated any, either, so it was a guarantee that he was well aware of that fact.)

He rolled his eyes, only slightly exasperated, and ignored the way Hangman clinked his glass without any hesitation.

“Well, darlin’,” ah, yep, and there came the tease. “Guess we’re eatin’ fish tonight, with your drink choice. Ain’t exactly my idea of a good first date, but I could be convinced.”

A salacious wink followed the vomit-inducing statement, and he was certain that he would have genuinely thrown up if he felt even slightly more at ease.

As it was, his stomach was still knotted.

He hadn’t exactly expected the pet name, even though he knew full well that it was just a joke.

Jake Seresin, in his time on stage, had gained something of a reputation for picking partners of a male variety - and a good many of them, too.

But those were just rumors, and he knew Seresin like he knew the back of his own hand.

That man was certainly playing up his reputation for laughs, regardless of whether or not there was any truth to it.

Instead, he forced himself to breathe, a slightly choked exhale that he hoped came off as mere excitement for his new job than anything.

“Please,” he returned. “As if you’d bring anyone here.”

A light in Seresin’s eyes told him there was another tease, so he cut it off at the pass.

“And if you have, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Jealous, Roo?” No. “Don’t be. You’re here, ain’t’cha?”

Couldn’t fault that brilliant logic.

[the-magnus-protocol]

Tma + tmagp art masterpost

[chloesimaginationthings]

Scott Cawthon’s version of FNAF Burntrap..

[dailyhatsune]

the old uncle who refuses to wear headphones on the train

[sanjiaftersex]

Honestly, no one is doing it like Vinsmoke Sanji. He's royalty. He's homeless. He's a convicted criminal. He is a damsel in distress. He's a knight in shining armor. He takes down the Government at 10 am then makes a Bouchée à la reine from scratch at 11. He has the empathy of a buddhist monk in the Himalayas. He will beat up a 90 year old. He has never given a fuck, he cant sleep at night cz of how much he cares. He is a ballerina. He sets his legs on fire. He is a slut. He is a virgin. He is a feminist He is a pervert. He's a fashion icon. He wears Alexander McQueen suits to the beach. He has never known happiness. God has personal beef with him.

[pangur-and-grim]

Hope you don’t mind unsolicited kitty cat pictures of my new worm-beast! Forcibly reminding myself that randombred cats can look like anything and that this elongated fella I found living at the local zoo is not in fact an oriental-type/lemur hybrid.

I'll be honest, this is the first cat I've seen that could actually be a Balinese cross.

if you'd only shown me the first photo, I would have 100% believed that was a Balinese. the fur and body type are so specific. and then the last photo couldn't be a Balinese (because of the white spotting), but I'd still believe it was an Oriental Longhair.

it's only the second photo that made me go oh......that's not quite right.....that's not how that should look.........

so I'd say the possibilities are:

you found a cat that has coincidental similarities to a Balinese/Oriental (cool!! awesome cat! the breed had to get the traits from somewhere, makes sense!)

you found a badly bred Oriental Longhair with a wonky face (not likely, OLHs are rare and tend to have a more standardized show-type appearance)

you found a Balinese cross (cool!! awesome cat!)

in any case, they are very beautiful and I'm an admirer of their special white stripe.

[weaselmcdiesel]

Do You Love The Color Of The 413?

[infernal-lamb]

The Lamb Slaying Death Incarnate

(Part of a larger comic....but I sort of like this panel a lot on its own!)

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[moth-nocturna]

ashengrotto

[marigoldendragon]

In which Human-Grim has to take care of our NRC-Boys-As-Animals, and has a time of it. This was a lot of fun to do, a lot of the characters already had animal motifs, others where very hard to come up with an animal equivalent. Still not particularly happy with some of my choices, but c’est la vie. Also been a hot minute since I've spent this long on a drawing. Twisted Wonderland has me in an absolute vice grip, consumes most of my waking thoughts, clears my skin, waters my crops ... I'm tired and starting to not make sense. I shall end my inane ramblings here.

[zosanbrainrot]

fanarts for the cute fic by Hazel_Athena where Sanji gets turned into a cat and Zoro is very much a cat person

[reizerou-arts]

M🟣CHI M🟣CHI

[gingermaple]

"it's showtime!"

[idolomantises]

sometimes i forget i'm allowed to be indulgent. i'll make another female character and several lesbians and then think "Gosh i hope people dont mind 🥺" like hello? these are MY ocs, what the fuck am i saying.

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 11; Truth