#this is SO LATE i am so sorry omg

[capricores]

pisces/virgo placements... it's about time you took care of yourself, too, ok?

you burn yourselves out allowing yourself to be pulled by so many people in all different directions. you exhaust all your resources and empty your cup - no, your entire well - to help those around you, even people you don't know. it's such a beautiful thing, and i know you genuinely love helping others, supporting people, seeing them thrive. it's such a beautiful trait! but you constantly end up neglecting yourself, right? you don't realize that you have permission to set aside time to care for you, to cater to your needs for once. you often feel like no one puts a drop in your cup, the favor is never returned - it's exhausting; you might think if you just keep giving your all it will come back; i understand. you will find the people that give the same energy back to you one day, but regardless of whether you've found those people yet, you need to learn to step aside and fill your own cup!

setting boundaries and saying no is the most important thing you will learn to do in this lifetime. it will not be easy for you, sometimes it will feel painful. but you cannot help the world if you're constantly drained and tired! you deserve to take care of yourself in the same way you do for others. be gentle to your kind soul, nourish yourself; do the things you love to do. learn to worry about others less, as hard as it is, and focus on yourself more.

[the-sky-llama]

ARCEUS!!!

[A picture of Cara holding her Peepy plushie.]

WHAT CRIME DID HE COMMIT?

I am glad to see you awake and doing well again, Cara. This brings me joy. As for... this little one. Tax evasion. Third degree murder. Jaywalking. Aircraft Hijacking.

[malumae]

@oneireth ( cont. for shion. )

“please, do go on. explain to me how you breaking it is not your fault.” amusement lingers within the tone of his voice, laced into the words he speaks when he starts to slowly pace around the scene. it is indeed broken, pieces of scrap that must have fallen off littered across the ground in an almost perfect circle around it. broken and dim, clearly without its usual gentle light. this is not how he expected his day to go but any surprise, good or not, is a welcome distraction these days. ren crosses both arms over his chest, looking up to face the other. 

“i wouldn’t bother trying to fix it unless there is a good reason for your desire to solve it in the first place?”

[pitske]

So Mangle's my favorite FNaF animatronic/ character (withered Bonnie being second)

while a big part of that is just that I adore their design and how messed up they look, for mangle specifically it's the backstory that makes me love them even more.

Now, I am NOT as familiar with the actual FNaF lore as I used to be when I was 11, but Mangle got "destroyed" by kids which is, you know, pretty sad. Back when I was 11 the most popular way this was talked /theorized about is that some demon kids just straight up decided to do this to mangle just because they could.

And that is cool and all

but personally, I am much more fond of the idea of this being a type of “love changes” situation. You all know that set of pictures with the stuffed bunny, right?

Basically that. The kids, that came to Mangle's cove, just had some fun trying to play with mangle and, of course, the kids will play intensely with toys, they like a lot.

So when mangle just kept getting more and more disheveled and broken, the kids no longer saw the appeal and/ or were scared because she looked so different.

The idea here being

the tragedy of Mangle being changed against her will and forgotten about or being left behind is all good, but the idea of Mangle loving the kids just as much and also having fun ,but being changed anyway and THEN discarded is actually my favorite thing ever, and I need to draw that.

Just imagine you bond with these kids, and you're okay with them drawing on you or literally removing your limbs and just one day they don't show up anymore, and it isn't your fault at all but THEIRS and you can do absolutely nothing about it, and you just have to sit and think about this every single day while you're all alone in the backroom of the pizzeria.  (okay, lots of "and"s here) Imagine seeing one of the kids that used to play with you look at you nervously and be scared when you wave to them and back away or hide behind their parents- I am crying OMG Mangle must've been so devastated YOU SEE WHERE I'M COMING FROM, THOUGH, RIGHT?! JUST OMG THE LOVE CHANGES PEOPLE THING BEING AN ACTUAL PHYSICAL EFFECT YOU CAN SEE AND THAT EFFECT LEADING TO PEOPLE LEAVING YOU I JUST- RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH (additionally, I don't think Mangle ever started hating the kids for doing this. I think she was just very sad that they no longer wanted to play with her at all, no visitors etc.) The best possible outcome for this post is somebody informs me this is actually cannon and I just straight up did not know /hj

[natasha-in-space]

Just wanted to let you know I've been scrolling through your writings and I'm so in love. <3

As for my request.. GE Saeran or Ray planting flowers/ tending the garden with MC? I need a little more fluff in my life. :)

"Y/N? What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, Ray!" You immediately perked up at the sound of the voice you knew so well, jumping up onto your feet from the small patch of soil you were crouching in before and turning to face him fully, a giddy smile slowly forming on your face as you took in his curious gaze. It was akin to an instinct that you couldn't control. The sight of him there made you feel so happy that it was hard to contain your excitement. "Sorry. Were you worried for me? I knew I should have texted you..."

"No, no, it's quite alright... You're one of us now, and Magenta is your home. I'm just... surprised." He smiled sheepishly at you, his shoulders relaxing little by little as he took in your cheery demeanor. It was apparent to you that your new status was a strange change for him, despite his efforts to make you feel comfortable. After all, he has grown so close with you in the last couple of weeks... It was probably hard for him to view you as a fellow believer now, rather than his precious tester.

You quickly dusted yourself off before picking up a plastic water can that you were busy working with before. "Well, I wanted to plant some flowers! It was supposed to be a surprise for you, but... I'm, uh, actually kind of struggling here. The gardener I saw acted all antsy around me for some reason, so I didn't want to bother the poor guy. Say... if you, maybe, have some free time on your hands... could you help me out? Just a little?"

After all, it was worth a shot trying to ask him.

"Well, of course! You've done so much for me ever since I came here! I simply wanted to repay the favor. After all, I know how much you love your flower friends. So, can you lend me a hand so that I don't kill any of these poor innocent seedlings?" You chat with him in a lighthearted tone, eager to keep the mood pleasant and comfortable between the two of you. Ray had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts at times! And, you wanted to distract him a bit from the recent mess up with the Savior that has kept him stressed and anxious throughout the last week.

Ray's eyes practically lit up as you said that, revealing a pale blush on his cheeks in a matter of seconds. He seemed to be rather taken aback by your invitation... in a good way, from what you could see. "A... A surprise? For me...?"

"O-Of course. I'd love to." Although there was a slight stutter in his soft voice, he took a small step towards you. His eyes locked onto yours with an emotion that was a mix between gratitude and admiration. It appears that he was ready for the task after all!

"Great! So, uh, I'm actually unsure of how much water the soil needs, so could you help me with that? Those are white camelia seedlings... I read up on the right way to plant them, but it's not as easy as I thought." You explained to him with an awkward chuckle, crouching down next to the small spot of fresh soil you've chosen to plant in and gesturing around all the gardening equipment you managed to bring out with you. Although the gardener believer was anxious, he was willing to carry all the heavy stuff for you, and you were grateful for that.

He made it look so easy... like it was second nature to him. You only wished he could have more time and freedom on his hands to pursue these small activities that actually brought him joy... but, since you didn't want to ruin the moment, you never brought up this forbidden topic at hand.

Soon, you were both working in comfortable silence, nothing but the gentle rustle of greenery and the evening melody of crickets interrupting the sound of your gradual progress. Although, by this time, you spent more energy on ogling Ray than actually gardening. You couldn't help yourself! He looked so graceful as his hands placed each tiny seed in its respective hole... You never knew something like gardening could even look graceful! But, oh, what you liked most of all was seeing how... peaceful Ray's gaze has become the longer you worked. He appeared completely relaxed at this moment, enjoying doing something he loved and not worrying about anything. For this brief magical moment, at the very least.

"Oh hey, that one looks like a kitty!" You called out, pointing out the specific cluster of clouds you were talking about, with a silly snicker falling from your lips. There was something so... relaxing about doing this with him. It's possible to forget the huge imposing castle made of white marble towering behind you and, for a brief moment, find yourself free as a bird amidst these fluffy clouds. It was bittersweet, in a way.

The initial plan was to help you with your gardening effort, but it turned out to be cloud-watching as you sat next to each other on the lush grass, your arms barely touching. The closeness is just right to make your heart race, but not too much to cause anything prohibited within Mint Eye. Sort of like a secret date.

"I'm afraid I can't really see that, but your imagination is something definitely worth of admiration." Ray chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit as he glanced at you with amusement before returning his attention to the rosy evening sky above.

"Y-Yes?" He stuttered, his gaze now glued to you, even as his cheeks grew redder and redder as he inevitably took notice of just how close your faces truly were now that you laid your head on his shoulder.

As you laid your head on his shoulder, sighing with a sense of peacefulness that enveloped you like a warm blanket, he jolted and made a tiny adorable squeak at your sudden touch. You were aware that he didn't object to this. Ray was someone almost as touch-starved as you... although, it took you some time to realize that his jumpy reactions weren't made out of discomfort, but rather unfamiliarity with such gestures of affection. "...Ray?"

"Do you know the meaning of white camelia?"

"That's right. You're adorable." You whispered affectionately to him, as if it were a secret meant only to be shared between you, then leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.

Your question caused his flustered mind to scramble and his eyes to grow wide. It wasn't long before a shaky gasp came from his lips, making you giggle in response.

[aimer-arts]

I rly wish i could draw your characters but my hands have a physical aversion to drawing lines, what if i wrote you some sort of short story or something? It probably wouldnt be more than 1000 words since like, i have 18 million things going on, but like, if i were to, what should i know?

OHHHH MY GODDD?? I would absolutely LOVE that ;_; <3 <3

I'm assuming you'd want to make something about Team Fate (my explorers team)? In that case, I don't think there's a ton of information you need to know; all of their personality traits and quirks are implied in the art I've made of them, so I don't think you could go wrong!

here's a guide I quickly put together!! hopefully it's somewhat helpful

(more rambling below)

So basically, my pmd teams pretty much follow the canon personalities they have in the games: for example, Piper (eevee hero) has a very reserved and quiet personality just like the player character in the games, and doesn't speak or emote much - but she talks and laughs the most around her partner.

Clementine (vulpix partner) is pretty similar to the explorers partner; she's jittery and nervous, but loves to ramble about adventuring to Piper (who loves to listen). She scares easily, but feels stronger with Piper - so in a way, they basically complete each other. They balance out each other's weaknesses, and give each other strength.

[wherenymphsroam]

hey guys did you know that if you listen verrrrry closely in death island when leon said “you feel that?”, you can hear me in the background saying “YEAH IN MY STOMACH!!!!”

[fxreflyes]

hii skye i’ve come to offer up my daylist this morning for your consideration….

it told me i listened to ‘panicked’ and ‘dark pop’ whatever that means….. feeling vaguely called out nevertheless

HI KARA 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 ok first of all happy Friday I’m in love Friday <3333 I hope you’re having a better day than your spotify list suggests 💕

this list might not be giving happy Friday I’m in love Friday, but I am DELIGHTED that you saw it & were reminded of me!!

I am actually having a wild nervous Friday morning so we r in sync I guess?? (Again, hoping your daylist is not representative of ur actual day tho) “Panicked” is definitely the mood of the day for me, but hopefully not your day!! Dark pop sounds v fun tho? What songs r on the list pray tell??

[kithtaehyung]

i think they all partake in 4/20💀 but mainly tae jimin and bro

omg you sent this so long ago but also.. add jk in here and you're right djkfhsdhf

[catonatrain]

lets build some memories today and tomorrow too

momoi & midorima | rated g | word count: 1776 | where momoi and midorima go on a shopping trip together

for @mason-ajar for the 2024 @knbexchange !! prompt: character a and character b pick out outfits for eachother

i was super excited to see that we've been paired up for the exchange !! i haven't been able to write in a long while, but seeing your prompts gave me the inspiration needed to to write about a friendship that is just so important... and so here they are!!

read on ao3!!

Momoi was lying on her bed, mindlessly reading a sports magazine until her phone rang. It was too early in the morning for Aomine to be calling her. Maybe it was Kise? 

“Hello?” She held her phone in between her head and shoulders.

“Momoi.” To her surprise, it was Midorima. “There is something I would like to talk to you about.”

“Midorin!” Momoi practically sang. She immediately sat up, abandoning the magazine. “You rarely call first! What is it? Oh, let me guess! Do you need a lucky item? Or are you having boy troubles?”

“No, I am not having, as you say, ‘boy troubles.’” There was a pause. Momoi figured it was Midorima pushing his glasses up. “I also have acquired my lucky item for the day. I need your assistance. Could you accompany me on a shopping trip?”

Momoi felt her already wide smile go even wider. “Of course, I’ll go with you!” She loved being invited to things– be it eating lunches at Maji Burger or coordinating streetball lessons for the local kids. Usually, she was the one doing the coordinating– which, for the record, wasn’t something she minded! But it was nice having the invitation go the other way every once in a while. Especially from Midorima! 

People may think he was someone who wanted to be uninvolved, but it was not true! When luck permitted, he always came to different events like the team’s after practice ice cream trips. Sometimes he needed just a bit of nudging, nowadays in the form of Takao, but regardless, he didn’t often initiate events with her. She’d noticed that lucky item shopping is usually his excuse to hang out with others, but he already got his lucky item of the day. 

She wondered if anyone else was coming. Takao or Kise maybe? She couldn’t help but ask. “Are we going with anyone else? Takao-kun? Or Ki-chan?”

“No, it would just be the two of us, if that would be alright with you.” There was a pause. “I understand that it may be… unusual for it to be just us, but you were the friend that I deemed would be able to help me best.”

“Aww Midorin, that’s so sweet of you!” She could imagine him blushing at the compliment. “Send me the details over email, and I’ll be there in an hour!”

Momoi saw Midorima standing on the outside of the clothing store. He wore a simple dark blue t-shirt and beige pants. He tightly held onto a giant penguin plush. When his eyes met with Momoi’s, his grip loosened. 

She ran up to him, stopped right before him, and started bouncing on her feet. “So? What’s the occasion? What are we shopping for?”

“I… would like your help in choosing an outfit.” He turned his head to avoid eye contact. Momoi knew what that meant.

“So you were having boy troubles!” After everything that’s happened in the past few months, it’s been getting easier and easier to read Midorima and this was no exception. She will admit, however, that she hadn’t quite figured out who’d captured Midorima’s affection. Most people would say it was Takao who held the title as “The Boy Midorima Likes,” but Momoi had a theory she had been brewing up. It was still a work in progress, but her “Kagami Taiga: The Boy Who Has Captured Everyone’s Heart” thesis had a lot of evidence. Momoi would simply have to take into account both possibilities today.

“That would… that would imply that I am struggling, which I assure you is not the case,” Midorima’s face flushed and his voice was louder than usual. Momoi couldn’t help but laugh.

“But you’re not denying that this is a boy-related problem!” She winked. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Midorin! I understand completely! Whenever I’m with the person I like, I always want to look my best. I won’t ask who it is, but I’ll give it my all in helping you out!”

“I… appreciate it…” 

“You’ll definitely capture his heart, Midorin!” She began urging him into the clothes store. “Let’s go!”

“I think this outfit will be the one, Midorin!” Momoi held up a green sweater with an argyle pattern. “It’ll go great with your eyes!”

Midorima took the sweater to examine it. 

“Besides the color being the same as my eyes, is there anything else to take note of?”

Momoi giggled. Midorima’s questions reminded her of a time in middle school where Midorima asked about her notes and note taking strategies. He was always serious in his studies, and this was no exception. “You want to pick clothes that fit well and that you’re comfortable wearing! Make sure that colors and patterns don’t clash. Like two very bright colors! It can work, but I’m not too sure if that’s what you want to go with.” 

Throughout her speech, she could see Midorima nodding and paying very close attention to her words. “So for the pants, should I go with one of the darker ones?” 

“Yes! Let me choose…” Momoi looked around, surveying each pair of pants until she found one she thought to be suitable. “I think those black pants should work! Check to see if they fit!”

“Thank you.” He gently placed his giant penguin plush down and grabbed the pair from Momoi. “I truly do appreciate the time you’ve taken out of your day to help me with this.” The tips of his ears were red. She found it quite cute, but chose not to comment.

“Of course, Midorin!” Momoi beamed at him. “I’m honored you asked me to help you out with this! I’ll be cheering you on!”

His blush spread to his face. He managed to mutter a thank you before shuffling off to try on the outfit. She sat down to wait for Midorima. Would this be a one time thing? While it was the first time that it’s been just the two of them, Momoi found that she quite enjoyed the experience. With just the two of them, the energy wasn’t as face paced, which Momoi appreciated. Sometimes, she needed the break from the constant running around of her daily life. And not only that, but Midorima had definitely changed. It was easier to understand him now. 

When Midorima walked out, she saw some people began to sneak glances at her friend. Unfortunately for the interested party, his heart had been taken by someone else. She bounced on over and eye’d her friend at all sorts of angles. Midorima stiffened at the attention, not knowing what to do.

Momoi laughed. “It’s fine Midorin! You look great!” She gave him a thumbs up. 

At that, Midorima sighed, finally letting the tension escape. “That endeavor was just as difficult as I imagined it to be.” He pushed his glasses up. “Thank you Momoi for making this trip much easier. Your knowledge was crucial and your guidance saved me a lot of frustration. Is there any way to repay you?”

Momoi thought about it and couldn’t think of anything she needed at the moment. Just spending time with a friend was already a gift in itself. But she knew that he wouldn’t take that as an answer. She placed a finger on her chin as she thought of her options. 

“I want you to pick an outfit for me!”

“I beg your pardon?” Momoi could see the gears running in Midorima’s head. “Do you not already have suitable clothes?”

“I want to test what you’ve learned! Let’s see if you can make an outfit for me.”

“I’m not sure if–”

“C’mon Midorin! I know you can do it! You’re not one to back away from a challenge are you?” With that, Momoi knew she won. 

“Give me ten minutes.” Midorima rushed towards the center of the score, scanning all around to find an outfit that would look well on her. She couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that his penguin plush was tucked between Midorima’s arms. 

“A brown plaid skirt, a white blouse without any patterns, and a light brown sweater that clashes with neither of these colors.” Midorima used his penguin to hold onto the clothes, as its flippers served the clothes like how there’s a waiter serving food at a restaurant. “Is this a suitable outfit?”

“There’s only one way to find out!” It was her turn to try on something new. She came out with a little twirl, “Well, Midorin? I have my thoughts, but let’s check your sense of fashion. What do you think?”

Midorima wasted no time. “For the skirt and jacket, I was hesitant at first since you chose a sweater that specifically matched the colors of my eyes, but the neutral colors appear to coordinate well. I also ensured that the blouse had no patterns. I do believe that it fits the criteria.”

She saw a slight hint of a smile. Was he proud? She hoped so, as she truly did love the outfit that Midorima chose. “But do you think I look cute? Do you think I can capture the hearts of anyone I set my eyes on?”

“You… you asked me for my thoughts and I believe I answered appropriately. Was I incorrect in this assessment?”

“I’m just messing with you Midorin!” She saw the hint of exasperation on Midorima’s face and so she finally relented. “It’s such a cute outfit! I’m impressed!”

“Hmph.” He turned away and began walking towards the cash register. “In that case, let’s go.”

Momoi followed along happily.

Outside of the store, Midorima said, “Thank you again. I found myself enjoying our time together.” There was a pause as he ruminated on what to say next. “I hope we can do this again. I’ve been told it would be beneficial to be the one to reach out more, so I will try to do just that.”

Momoi felt a tinge of tears begin to form, but she willed them away. To think only a year ago, she was wishing for a time where everyone could smile together again. So much had changed, and she hoped  that it would continue to do so. 

“And thank you Midorin,” She gave her friend a very wide smile. “Let’s definitely do this again. But before you leave, you definitely have to tell me about who you like! Come on! Tell me! Tell me!”

Midorima’s cheeks reddened as he tried to back away, but he realized fairly quickly that this was a battle he would not win. “Fine. But let’s do it somewhere else.”

“Of course, Midorin,” she said as she walked with her friend towards their next destination.

notes:

i couldn't decide if i wanted to have hints of midotaka or hints of midokaga bc i like both ships a lot! i ended up just keeping it vague on both ends, so YOU, the reader, can decide who The Boy Midorima Likes is :)

outfits are based on some merchandise art and official art! midorima's outfit is this:

momoi's outfit is this:

[nandermoenthusiast]

oh my god i got so emotional SHUT UUUUUP

[eternalstarlights]

@a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses asked: "Happy Birthday, Kunikida." Nathaniel held out a neatly wrapped journal. A small, but practical gift.

Kunikida took his present from Nathaniel and opened it. A journal. He needed another one since his current journal was running out.

"Thank you, Nathaniel. I appreciate this. I will use this well."

[vuulpecula]

✖ @ensnchekov inquired: I am probably late but god a new years thing with them later on down the line in their Pac Rim verse?? (they deserve something good right)

send me 🫦 to have a New year’s kiss at midnight ( or if you can't see the icon, send 'new years kiss' instead | accepting through new years day !

By the time she arrived to the 'new years eve celebration', Fox wanted nothing more than to go back to her room and sleep until the next year. Yet, she had told Pavel she'd be there, going so far as to say she'd play wing-woman for him if he wanted. Teasing him for something they never quite spoke about, but it was clear by the way Pavel thought of him, the way he spoke of him, he held great admiration for Sulu.

After a few glasses of sparkling cider spiked with champagne ( thanks to whoever snuck that in ), Fox was set up on one of the couches in their common room. Looking at the slightly sad decorations hanging from the ceiling and listening to whatever strange playlists one of the American's had put on. It was a lot about party rocking and other nonsense, but they seemed happy. Overall, the party was rather lackluster. Everyone was tired from an alarm earlier that morning and it was fairly clear that once the clock struck midnight, they'd all be heading off to bed.

When Pavel sat down beside her, Fox wasn't sure. It was almost as if he had been there the entire night, even though she had seen him talking with others. Smiling. Alive. She rested her head on his shoulder, half-listening to his conversation with others, half-watching the other rangers. Mostly, she watched the clock, waiting patiently for it to reach 23:59. At the moment it was only at 23:09. The 50 minutes in-between somehow flew by and ticked on forever. When the countdown came, a wave of energy hitting the room, Fox raised her head and smiled. The clock struck 24:00 and there were kisses and hugs and shouting all around.

Looking to Pavel, Fox blinked slowly at him. Lids laden with sleep already. The champagne hadn't helped. There were quiet moments like this before. When it seemed as if all the world just disappeared. She attributed it to being in one another's heads, thinking as one, acting as one. Even out of the rig. Maybe it was the champagne or maybe it was the exhaustion, but she found her hands on his face, holding his jaw softly. One kiss was placed against his left cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. Gently, she applied pressure to his jaw to turn him slightly the other way. Noses brushing. A second kiss was placed on his right side. Partially on his cheek, partially over his lips.

"С Новым годом, Пашка." She whispered in their shared native tongue, releasing the hold she had on him, though her fingers lingered for just a moment at his neck, twisting curls between them.

[jabeur]

ok but like if i genuinely ask you guys for advice will anyone listen to me orrrrr

[maliciousalice]

umm uno reverse i love your art?? it inspires me af?? 😤

Hmmmm awesome.

[sebastianvora]

— LOCATION: Skinfinity Tattoos.

— CHARACTERS: Sebastian & Foster ( @just-foster ).

It took all of Sebastian’s willpower not to burst out laughing when the chime above the door of the tattoo shop jingled and in walked fucking Foster. If he was honest, after branding Phoebe with a tattoo of his handwriting — which he didn’t initially want to do, by the way, but did because he was an excellent friend (and even if he didn't understand wanting to be linked to him for the rest of her life, it made her happy) — he was merely waiting for this moment, when the inspiration in question would burst in here and tell him off for it.

The likelihood of that happening was slim, considering from what Sebastian gathered from Phoebe herself, he didn’t hate it, but the fighter wouldn’t have been surprised if he changed his mind sometime between seeing her and coming here; he’d been hearing about the wishy-washy nature of his relationship with his best friend for months — in his eyes, this was just another one of those things. 

Hypocritical, since he was wishy-washy in his own life in so many ways. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Phoebe. And Foster. And the fact that he was standing near the front desk, waiting to be acknowledged. “Ohhhhh! Look who it is!” he exclaimed dramatically, making his way over to the counter and leaning on his palms. “I’m not coverin’ it up, if that’s what you’re here to ask. Might as well turn your goofy ass around, Frosty.”