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They shut down majority of public transport in my city today

Happy 1 May

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Tysm for the tag Alice! No surprise for Spencer Reid from criminal minds.

Open tags

using @syoddeye ‘s open tag on this cute trend

me as a cat + a fav character outside of COD (mr. darcy, p&p 2005)

@kentwos @tobeholyistobeempty + open tag <3

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Drew over the stupid twin rat tails……..

Open tags

I haven't played a picrew game in a little while and this one is super adorable 😊 link here

Here is Ango, being bothered by his Flamey (his main hobby)

No pressure tags @osamucide @hisokamywaifu @osarina @chuuminn @eussstasss and anyone who would like to join in! If you see this consider yourself tagged 😊

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thinking of an early days jing yuan who'd just lost his closest friends one by one 🥹

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Doodles

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– the moon will sing

characters: astarion, human bard mc (gn pronouns used)

notes & genre: slight angst, implied future mcd & hinted immortal/mortal relationship. the mc is originally my dnd character but there is no specific description of name, appearance or past (save for the family crest, implied nobility) so you can pretend this is x tav or x reader. lowkey inspired by a the crane wives song.

it takes a moment to look back, like a step taken a tad too late; not enough to create a great distance but one enough to make one stumble on the ground.

in the small yet grand distance, astarion watches as cheers and joy fill the air once more, mimicking those nights before, in taverns, under the stars, all spent celebrating, rejoicing with glory and gratitude; all heroic feats and gestures he does not care to– nor wish to understand.

another adventure comes to an end, one step closer to the end, the destination, the next step of the rest of their lives until they find themselves at a crossroads.

one part of astarion cannot wait for that day to come, the one that wishes to escape, to avoid the burning rays of sunlight that only intensify each passing minute, each day he finds himself stuck deeper than he already has, struggling more and more to break those ties which are yet to be formed and binding completely.

better to rip the sticky, bloody bandages off than to take it easy– just suck up the pain that comes with a loss of recent constants in his life, and grow into his newly lonely routine of not depending on anyone.

all good logic, all bright ideas, astarion finds himself giving the little-him in his mind a pat on the back; only for the idea to come to halt, the unspoken words stuck in his throat as you turn in your spot, meters, meters away from him, spot his distant figure with those eyes and send a warm smile his way.

maybe this is another plan that has already failed before he could realize, astarion begins to wonder, oh he is so, so fucked– especially when all it takes now is a smile, a genuine one that reaches your eyes and shines warm like the sun, for him to be rendered speechless and immobile.

your smile falters for a second when you don't receive the usual astarion treatment, be it a wink, a charming smile or an all-knowing smirk decorating his smug face with a raised eyebrow that seems to say "cannot keep your eyes off me, can you now darling?"

one step taken a tad too late but astarion is never one to stumble over his feet, so with a roll of eyes and smirk returning to his lips, he tilts his head to the side in a questioning manner– to which, you reply by raising the bottle you've been holding, as if to say "hey, this time the wine is not that bad actually."

seeing him nod, and with too many people surrounding and asking for your attention, you find yourself having to divert your eyes away from him, as the people seem to chant for something from you, most likely another round of recounting your latest heroic victory, astarion thinks.

soon the sound of strings vibrating fills the air with faint first few notes of music.

of course, a celebration is not complete until there is music, no matter what time of the day it is or how tired everyone is. drunkards, raspy voices and dry throats all join together, offering back vocals to the lucky bard of the night– or the day; with how busy the hours have been passing, astarion realizes he is at a loss of time.

another glance stolen at you, and the light surrounding you like a halo certainly does not help his case.

golden, like the branches of your family crest, it is no wonder the moon shines bright above everyone, reflecting off the light you provide; brightening the world for all to see, to walk, breathe, make it all easier to live.

he spots shadowheart by some trees, enjoying her drink alone, gale and wyll speaking with people, probably giving them some answers they so desperately needed. his eyes roam the grounds and find each member of their little group, all too endorsed in whatever it is they are doing; yet one thing in common– a sense of relief, rejoice, change; the traces of especially the latter is out in the open for careful eyes, or just eyes who have seen and known them long enough.

he wonders for a moment if the same can be said for him, but he knows better, that it has already happened.

the sound of music gets louder and soon suppresses the irregular chatter spread around.

the tune sounding too familiar, astarion makes the mistake of looking at the source and being blinded as a result.

because, of course it would be you with your adorable little lute, clapped on the back by everyone 'just one song, then, o'mighty bard, please!' and never one to miss such moments, you would go up in your imaginary stage and pick the one song you were sure to draw his attention, as if you don't do that enough with your presence already.

your eyes already locked on him, you do your little trick where you pretend your attention is divided equally, as if your eyes are roaming the crowd, committing every face you see to your memory when your sole focus is on him, as he is drawn to you.

astarion knows, it is utterly foolish and even a little dangerous of him to think like this, but he fears what is to come by the end of your noble and enthralling series of journeys, when your effect on him has been this grand already.

not a fun thought to entertain, certainly not at a joyous time such as this one, were it not for your current occupation, he is positive you'd have walked all the way back to him to give him a good smack on the arm, or maybe a fisk on his forehead, or a knock on his skull along with a scolding to inform he got quite the thick skull if he is sulking like this at a time like that.

is it the fear of what has become of him, or what is to come when too much time passes, he is uncertain. but it must be another way of gods' mocking him, and cursing you perhaps– of all those faces and races, why did it have to be a human, that selfish part of him hisses. all those elves in the bloodline and you just had to be fully human, didn't you? giving him a taste of heaven, only for it to be cut short.

it was supposed to be moths with short lifespans, the cycle of the moon; not the sun, with all its grace and sanctity.

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"I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is While you're in the world -" "Your Song" by Elton John

I have been extremely lucky to get a commission done by the wonderful @ruiaes! I know I haven't talked much about him before, but I adore Aventurine 💗

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Michael Kaiser x Reader

Summary: Kaiser has had feelings for you practically since the day you've met, and his sudden confession to you takes a turn he never saw coming.

WC: 1.2K.

(Genre: Fluff if you squint, piiiiiinnnniiiiing, the funniest Kaiser crashout i've ever thought of)

[CW: Kaiser is an ass, and is kinda (actually) mean. Reader doesn't care tho lmaooooooo.]

after knowing you for what feels like FOREVER and desiring you (pining for you) for just about as long, kaiser finally begins to grow tired of playing his remarkably elaborate games of mind chess with you.

it's so obvious you want to be his. it's so obvious that you're meant to be together.

that you're meant to be his.

it goes on like for a while. a long while.

(longer than he likes to admit).

no matter how plainly obvious he makes his flirting with you (read: candidly informing you of just how ugly you look in your outfit today and how fortunate you are to be standing next to him, in order to bolster your own beauty--see, he alluded to your own beauty in that comment, all while not being overtly obvious about just how smitten he is with your cuteness, with how much your little giggles make him want to chew you up and swallow you whole, he's so smooth)--you never seem to catch on.

if anything, kaiser was expecting to stoke the flames of your temper, to perhaps get a rise out of you--if not to see the corners of your little smile turn downwards, to see the little hints of despair start to creep into your eyes (kaiser thinks you look your cutest when tears begin to line your lashes).

however, there are days when he thinks you just aren't getting it.

that you don't understand his intentions when he points out how many of his rabid, sycophantic fans would kill to be in your position, to be standing by his side day after day; how fortunate you are to stand with a man of such great intellect and capability--a man who is so well equipped to take care of you.

some days, you scoff and roll your eyes. others, you wince, making his heart race as he sees the hints of hurt begin to bloom across your face--you felt hurt.

you felt hurt, and it was he who made you feel that.

he mattered to you so much that even his most veiled insults get to you, reach down deep into your skin and skim the very surface of your heart-

and pierce.

(he doesn't quite know what to call the feeling he gets, when he thinks about this. the squirming sensation in his gut. it must be his butterflies for you--the affection your presence inspires in him).

(he doesn't question why he doesn't always like it).

however, there comes an end to all things, and in this case, what was finally starting to reach its end was kaiser's patience.

he's given you time.

he's been considerate. mindful of your space.

he's given you attention.

he's taken time out of his (very) busy schedule just to be with you. to chitter on about books and matches and just how inept ness is (with you often defending him, to both his confusion and displeasure, insisting that he ought to treat him better).

finally, finally, one day.

kaiser has enough.

it's been a long day. he's not been performing well in practice, and he's got a match coming up against a crew of fucking natural geniuses, idiots blessed with extraordinary physique and a love for punting balls, running stupidly fast after anything round and bright like slobbering dogs.

and you.

aren't here.

yet.

kaiser had been left to simmer, in your absence, and the heat of his agitation had cranked up high enough for him to nearly reach the boiling point when you finally deigned to show up.

you walk in with that stupid little grin on your face, your hand flying up to wave at him out on the field, and seeing the little drink you're cradling in your other hand (the drink you so clearly had taken your time to acquire and maybe even slurp a little bit, when you should have been spending that time coming straight back to him--) makes the rage building in his chest boil over, scorching everything in its path.

in a fit of rage, kaiser not only insults your intelligence, timeliness, and general dignity, but he also makes it a point to spell out for you just how stupid you are for not realizing that he wants you to go out with him after all this time.

but you just pause.

you're quite used to kaiser's moods. you would have to be, in order to keep hanging out with him and spend as much time as you do with him.

but when your quick, witty reply does not immediately come forth, kaiser starts to return to the surface, to become lucid enough to tell from the little pout on your face that you're thinking.

and the words that come out of your lips cause any and all further thought to simply shut down:

"you want to go out with me? but, you're already together with ness, aren't you?"

what follows is perhaps the world's most deadly silence as he processes the words that have come from your lips and entered his head.

and things start to slide into place.

little pieces he had never been too sure about when you brought them into play, delicately placing them on the board--all started to make sense now, revealing themselves to have been little hints of what you had been thinking all along:

(kaiser flashes back to a day where you sat up in the stands, blinking owlishly down at him as he once again went on about just how brainless ness had been on the field in their last match, fucking up what could have been a perfectly good shot--

but you scowled and raised a pointed finger at him.

"you really ought to show your appreciation for ness more often, michael! that's no way to speak of someone who cares about you like ness does.")

all this time, there had been a horrible, horrible misunderstanding, and he was just starting to see how you came to this erroneous conclusion.

you thought he and ness were a couple.

you thought he and alexis ness were a couple. alexis ness.

the stupid puppy.

...and in the crashout that follows, michael kaiser becomes even more of a legend than he already was in bastard müchen, as he flips around to where ness is on the field, doing his reps, and rushes at him in one whole, fluid movement that finally, finally gets him arrested for disorderly conduct.

(later on, after kaiser has been bailed out of jail, you catch his manager wistfully mentioning to someone that if only kaiser had come crashing down on one of their private fields, the cops wouldn't have had to have been called.

in turn, you raise an eyebrow and wonder just how far kaiser had pushed and worn this poor soul down that they don't even bat an eyelash at their star player getting arrested and almost making the headlines, just buckled down and concentrated on pulling the right strings to make sure this tidbit did not make it to the most major headlines).

needless to say, ness comes to suffer in the weeks to come. the whole of bastard münchen suffers from kaiser's rage.

as for going out with kaiser?

well, it would certainly have to come after michael finally asked you out properly, right?

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suo, the charming bartender at your favourite local spot, who always listens patiently as you lament about your (variously awful) romantic endeavours and keeps your glass full. suo, who always says something reassuring and kind to lift your spirits, who flirts with you good-naturedly whenever you say something about being a lost cause in love. suo, whose shift ends and will come and sit with you at the bar, or ask you to get dinner on the way home, and who will offer you his coat when you step out in the cool evening air. suo, who has done everything in his power to thwart anyone from approaching you in the bar for the past month. suo, who went out of his way to introduce the men he knew you were seeing to other regulars on the evenings you weren't around. suo, who's been waiting for the right moment to make it very clear to you that his flirtation was less good-natured than you may have thought.

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(from Samuel Beckett's poem, "Cascando")

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"Nah, you're not cold, not to me. You're warm as they come."

Amazing commission from @/pinkgvts who took my barebones idea and absolutely delivered something incredible! Thank you so much for drawing FoxHunt for me, I'll treasure it always! (Divider by @/Sweetmelodygraphics)

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Yosano & not-so-healthy coping mechanisms

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^_^ yosano <3<3<3<3

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WELCOME TO M1CKEYB3RRY’S DEVELOPMENT HELL EVENT!! 🔥

in honor of nagi’s upcoming birthday and untimely death i am whipping out every single failed attempt i have ever made at writing him over the past year and allowing you (yes, YOU 🫵🏻) to request one lucky fave to get the chance to be written in that au instead! (wips listed after the cut for ease of reference and so you all know which ones are taken)

my general request rules are in my pinned post please look there first!! but here are some event specific additions ^^

what fandom you can request for: honkai star rail sorry i’m not feeling up to dusting off my muscles for any other fandoms atm

will requests be related to the wips: not really LMAO besides having like. the same very very basic setting. this is really just me making fun of my inability to write something for my all time favorite character

who can request: anyone idgaf (although you may prefer being off anon so you get a notif when i answer your ask because i am nothing if not a slow poster) however once the slots are closed they are closed with little to no exceptions!!

which characters you can NOT request for: moze (haven’t met his ass), anaxa (haven’t met his ass), jiaoqiu (haven’t met his ass), sampo (don’t like him), ??? (just send me an ask i’ll tell you if i don’t fw it/haven’t met that character yet)

how long will each request be: only god and seishiro nagi himself can answer this one

peregrine — the classic. sigh. first fic i ever wrote for bllk. truly thought it would get done but here we are a year later and we don’t even know if reader likes nagi or not so…modern au

pursuit — once the goat of this blog in its own right. nagi was lowkey a side character in his own fic but it’s fine because he would have gotten the baddie (reader) in the end (if i ever ended it). several memes made about this one and very many arcs planned that only made sense in my mind…pokémon au

roadkill — THIS WOULD’VE BEEN PEAK if only i didn’t have the idea right before getting out of bllk and becoming a hsr fan instead JFKDJNDN it had all of the ingredients…angst…nonlinear narratives…trauma…character death…post-war 1900s-esque fantasy au

unicorn au — arising from the infamous my little pony drawing of nagi i once did but i swear i am not a freak it’s just a last unicorn au (like. the movie “the last unicorn”) LMAO however not all characters give unicorn to me so i will leave this one as a more general category…fantasy au

bonus! if you are a mutual and we interact with some frequency you also have the option of the knight au — featuring power dynamics that fourteen year olds might cancel me for if i’m not careful, devotion, and phallic metaphors swords galore!! but i will probably be a little picky on if/who i do this one for HAHA i hope you all understand

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Time: 4.5 hours

Zayne 🥹

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i think that if you slapped endo in the face he would let out this blissful-sounding sigh and give you a crooked grin and when you tell him that he’s creepy as fuck for just taking that he giggles and says something about how love just makes him weak