#<- technically cuz it’s a wip

[of-galaxies-and-black-holes]

starting to look like a certain $$60 billion outlaw

[imaginariumwanderer]

Hol' up I'm cooking (I think)

[mintypsii]

excuses

[spamsandsuch]

i cant stop giggling

[gaytedlasso]

The problem with trying to sneak out of Ted Lasso's bed is that Ted Lasso is too perceptive for his own good. Beard knows it's over for him when he rolls over to his side and immediately hears the first protesting groan. He waits a beat or two to see if he's maybe gotten lucky, but it's immediately followed by his husband's deep, gravelly morning voice.

"Baby," he complains, drawing the word out. "Where're you goin'?"

It doesn't matter how many times he's heard it, Ted's morning voice never stops being his favourite thing. The urge to stay is so strong. To give in and get that voice muttering the kind of filth that makes him never want to leave bed again. But Beard has to resist it.

"I told you yesterday that I have to run some errands this morning," says Beard, knowing that the determination he was hoping to find in his voice is missing.

"Absolutely not," says Ted, and before Beard can do anything, Ted's arms and legs are wrapped around him like the world's clingiest octopus. He begins peppering Beard's neck with kisses, and Beard can't help but laugh and lean back into them. "You've been krakened. You can't go anywhere now."

"Honey, you know I want to stay here as much as you want me to," says Beard, just Ted starts using his teeth, and oh god does he want to stay, but… "but I've gotta go. I've gotta get the groceries otherwise we aren't eating later."

"So? We'll get takeout," he says and though Beard can't see it, he knows Ted is pouting. "C'mon, baby. Can't you see that it's just raining? There ain't no need to go outside…"

He sings the lyrics in a low voice, lips brushing the spot just behind his ear and Beard finds the last of his resolve slipping away.

"Coach," he tries feebly, but he knows he's already lost.

"Baby," says Ted in reply, clinging tighter. Beard laughs and leans forward to kiss Ted's forearm.

"You win again," he says. "This ship has been dragged right to the bottom of the ocean."

"Mmm, you say that like you aren't winning too."

And Beard is. He has.

- written by thee amazing @tinylilemrys

~

also go listen to Banana Pancakes while you look at this for the full experience

[talasdoodles]

Going with some just vague ideas I've had on backburner for a bit. So have a cleaned up sketch of an evil Princess Zelda and boar Ganon.

Honestly this is more or less a concept where Zelda uses her powers of wisdom to gain control of the powers Ganon has. Or something like that.

[romanceddawn]

The Trouble With Patience by deevotee | Rating: T

Seto would like to be able to open himself up to more intimacy in his relationship with Yugi. However, the first step is actually being comfortable with the small things.

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Kaiba Seto/Mutou Yuugi, Kaiba Seto, Mutou Yuugi, Insecurity, trouble with intimacy, Just Kaiba Things™, Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Canon

[divorcedmalewife]

KP Anniversary Event Week Five; Prompt "Favorite Platonic Relationship" and "Guilt"

Porchay is sitting on his bed, scrolling through social media when he hears a knock on his door. He knows it's his brother. Who else would come to his door?

"Chay, why didn't you go to your interview?" Porsche asks in a surprisingly calm voice as he enters Porchay's room. 

Porchay sighs and sets his phone down on the bed. He knew Porsche would find out eventually but he was hoping it would be later. 

"Why do you care," Porchay hates the words as soon as he says them. He sees his brother flinch, but his face slips with a sad look. Porchay can't look at his brother. He sighs and looks down at his hands in his lap. 

"Chay, I know things have been difficult lately,” Porsche says. 

Porchay doesn't even let him finish. 

“You have no idea what I’ve been going through,” Porchay says and brings his knees to his chest. “Hia,” Porchay’s voice cracks. 

Porsche sits on the bed next to him and wraps an arm around his shoulder. Porchay’s brain tells him to shake it off of him, to tell Porsche to leave him alone but his heart tells him to stay. To soak in his brother’s comfort. Chay’s brain tries to remind him of why he is angry with Porsche. His brain tries so hard to keep his rebellious streak burning

But trying to maintain anger can be exhausting. Who knew? 

Porchay leans into his brother’s side and cries into his shoulder. Porsche doesn’t say anything; he just silently strokes a hand up and down Chay’s back. The hand occasionally comes up to the back of his head and just rests there. 

Porchay has missed his brother so much. 

Porchay misses how they used to be. He misses how easily he could tell Porsche anything. And now there is a sea of decisions and hidden truths between them. 

Porchay hates it so much. 

Porchay is just… so tired. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been a shitty brother recently,” Porsche says, breaking the silence. “I miss you.” 

Porchay cries harder. 

“Hia,” Porchay sobs. “I’m so tired.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Porsche's voice cracks, squeezing Porchay harder. 

“Do you know how terrifying it is? Knowing that you joined the mafia to pay for the house? For my schooling? You could have died and I would have never known,” Porchay rasps. “You didn’t let me have a say in it. I never wanted you to carry that burden alone. I wanted us to be together.” 

Porchay doesn’t know how he manages to finally say it. But it feels like he can breathe again. 

“I’m sorry,” Porsche whispers, stroking the back of Porchay’s head. “I’m sorry for leaving you like that. I knew you would tell me not to go. It’s why I lied. It’s ingrained in me to protect you and I’ll never be sorry for that. But you’re right. You’re an adult now. I’m sorry for not seeing that earlier. 

"I miss our old life so much. Before… before everything," Porchay sobs. 

Porsche doesn't say anything but his grip on Porchay grows impossibly tighter. 

After a few minutes of Porsche comforting Porchay, he finally speaks. 

"There are definitely some things I wish we could have back. The house. The safety,” Porsche pauses and laughs a little. “The relative safety. When we didn’t have loan sharks breathing down our necks, anyway. The time we spent together. Even when I was barely home between jobs and you were busy with school — we always still managed to find time to spend together," Porsche says quietly. Porchay buries his face into Porsche's neck and just tries to breathe normally. 

"But," Porsche continues. "But, I'm happy we don't have to starve anymore. We don't have to worry about whether we'll have enough money to pay for school and the bills. And…" Porsche hesitates. "I'm happy with Kinn. Porchay, he makes me so incredibly happy. I can't imagine my life without him anymore." 

Porchay continues to cry into Porsche's neck. If Porchay were a more selfish person he would scream about how it was Kinn who ruined his life. Kinn took Porsche away from him. Kinn, and whatever familial obligation Kim feels he has to Kinn, took Kim away from him. Or, took away what he thought he had with Kim. Either way, Kim took his heart with him; so in a sense, Kinn took that away too. If Porchay were a more selfish person, he'd give Porsche an ultimatum. Him or Kinn. 

But Porchay can't be that selfish. He doesn't want to be either. He does want his brother to be happy. It's what he deserves after what the world put him through. And if he finds that happiness in a mafia lord who happens to be kind of dorky and awkward, Porchay won't begrudge him. It would be incredibly hypocritical of Porchay, considering his heart is still in Kim's hands. 

Porchay and Porsche continue to hold each other. Porsche continues to stroke the back of his head or his back. And Porchay manages to calm down a little bit. He calms down enough to actually speak. 

"I don't know if I want to study music anymore," Porchay rasps, voice worn from crying. "I don't know anything anymore." 

"You don't have to make a decision right now," Porsche replies. "You can take whatever time you need to figure it out again." 

Porchay blinks. He wasn't expecting that response. He was expecting the "you have to go to university. It was our parents' dying wish."

But that wasn't true, was it? Their mom was still alive. Verbally unresponsive, but alive. And Porchay has a feeling that their real wish was for them not to get involved in the mafia. In the family business, as it were. But the universe must have a sick sense of humor — making both Kittisawat brothers fall for mafia boys. 

"You're not going to ask me why? Tell me I have to go to university?" Porchay asks. 

Porchay can hear and feel Porsche sigh deeply. Porsche moves Porchay's head so they are looking each other in the eye. 

"Your happiness is the most important thing to me," Porsche says seriously. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. You are capable of making your own decisions and you should be making them — not me, and not our parents. As for the reason why your feelings about pursuing music have changed… you'll tell me when you're ready. And if you never want to tell me, then that's okay too." 

Porchay feels like he could burst into tears again. He doesn't think he's cried so much since… since the day at Kim's.

Kim.

Porchay hates how his heart still clenches when he thinks about him. Thinks about the song that Kim sent him. Thinks about the dead bodies at Yok's bar that he fucking knows Kim was responsible for. Thinks about the night at the club when Kim stopped him from taking drugs. Thinks about how Kim broke him outside of his apartment. How he knows Kim was the one to save him from the warehouse when he was kidnapped. How Kim was the one who kissed him. How Kim was the one who looked at him like Porchay was the only thing he ever wanted to look at. 

Porchay hates how much he still doesn't hate Kim. Not even a little bit. 

“Did P’Kinn ever tell you about his younger brother?” Porchay asks. 

“Kim?” Porsche questions. “A little. I know he came to the warehouse when we were in trouble. But Kinn says he left the business and avoids coming to the main house. Kinn always said it feels like he doesn’t have a younger brother. I know he wishes they were closer. Why?”   

Porchay sighs. 

“P’Kim is Wik.” 

“Wait, he’s that singer your obsessed with?” 

Porchay feels his heart shrivel. It’s not Porsche’s fault. He doesn’t know. But hearing his brother say it like that breaks him again.

“Hia,” Porchay cries. “He told me he just used me to get information on you but he followed me when I went out with my friends. He was the one who killed all those guys at Hum Bar.” Porchay knows he’s not making sense to Porsche. But once he starts finally telling Porsche, it’s like he can’t stop. “He wrote me a song. He gave me guitar lessons and he flirted with me and he kissed me after I confessed to him and,” Porchay stutters. “And I thought he liked me back. He made me think he liked me too.” 

Porsche doesn’t say anything. He just holds Porchay as he cries out his explanation. Porchay still feels his steady hand running up and down his back in an attempt to comfort him. And then Porchay feels Porsche sigh. 

“I knew it was him at Yok’s. There was video footage of the attack. And I always thought it was weird that he went to rescue you. Kinn told me Kim hasn't been out on a mission since he moved out of the main house at 17,” Porsche says slowly. Like he’s piercing things together. Porchay has no idea what puzzle his brother is looking at, but he thinks that Porshe is jumping to the wrong conclusion. 

“I confronted him about the mafia stuff. He told me he only got close to me because he wanted information on you. I asked him if any of it was real and he just said he was sorry and walked away from me,” Porchay says quietly. “I don’t know why after that he followed me. Why he protected me at Yok’s. Or why he sent me that fucking song. I just want him to stop playing games with my heart.” 

Porsche hums a little bit. Like he’s processing what Porchay is saying and organizing something in his head. After a beat, Porsche speaks. 

“You know… Kinn, in the beginning, had a really hard time telling me the truth about his feelings. Telling himself the truth, really,” Porsche says. “With the environment they grew up in, with who their father is and how he raised them, it was hard for Kinn to let himself be selfish. It was hard for him to trust me when he felt like he couldn’t trust himself. It took Kinn being handcuffed to me for three straight days for him to actually tell me how he feels.” 

“Why are you telling me this,” Porchay asks quietly. He doesn’t like what Porsche is telling him. Not only because it solidifies the fact that Porchay couldn’t hate Kinn — but it makes something akin to hope flutter in his chest. 

“Because I have a feeling that, just because he moved out of here when he was a teenager, doesn’t mean Kim isn’t as emotionally constipated and traumatized as Tankhun and Kinn,” Porsche replies. 

Porchay tries to squash the hope that bubbles inside of him. He can’t let it grow. He can’t let himself believe that Kim could be feeling regretful. That Kim just doesn’t know how to express his emotions like a normal human being. Porchay can’t hope again because if he does and it turns out that Kim truly doesn’t care… Porchay knows his heart won’t survive that. 

“I told you there was footage from the attack at Yok’s,” Porsche says. “Kim is a hell of a fighter. And you don’t fight like that for someone you don’t care about.”

“Hia,” Porchay trembles. “I can’t. I can’t let myself hope again. I don’t know if my heart can take another rejection.” 

Porsche wraps his arms around his brother’s shoulders and lets him cry again. Porchay melts into the comfort of the hug. Above him, he hears Porsche speak again. 

“You’ll make it through this. And I’ll be with you every step of the way if you’ll let me. I love you so much,” Porsche rasps. 

Porchay cries harder and grips his brother tighter, letting whatever anger he was trying to make himself feel dissipate. Porchay lets himself sink into the feeling of comfort and lets it all out. 

[clockworkreapers]

WIP Updating Z Dextra- more like absent director, just kinda wanders and doesnt interact lol, too lazy to influence anything, she just vibes

[luckycloverforducks]

What is this guy yapping Abt 💀💀💀💀

[fanonsupremecy]

Mood Board for my 9-1-1 OC Melanie "Mel" Narvaez. She's quite literally all i can think about. Might make one for her girlfriend Daphne "Dee" Monroe. Obviously another OC. They're super Bubbeline coded btw. This is for a seperate fic idea that's not on my pinned post. I think I'm gonna call it LAFD: Fire Queers (🔥🏳️‍🌈 if ya wanna make me write the drabbles). Its about Buck being a bisexual disaster (affectionate) and his relationship with being bi and with Hen and Eddie (cuz yes even tho i ship Bucktommy i still headcanon Eddie as queer and this story is about Buck's queerplatonic relationships mostly) but also diving into his relationship with Tommy and Buck just not being chill about it at all. Also Maddie supremacy (cuz i have a big fat gay crush on her) so she makes an appearance (actually many) starting with when Chim promised to take her to get her nails done but ended up having to work so he asks Buck to go with her and on a whim decides to get his nails done too when Maddie makes a joke saying it would be fun if they got matching nails and he says it sounds like fun and she meant it as a joke but if her baby brother really wants to she'll support him so they decide on blue and this is just the start of a long habit of her enabling his fashion experimenting now that he's not bogged down by a girlfriend's expectation of his manliness. Now dont get him wrong he's still masculine and he's still buck he just doesnt give a shit what anyone thinks if he decides to enjoy pretty things, nice things (cuz like he told Tommy: "I deserve nice things" "yes you do baby"). Maybe it never would've crossed his mind if Maddie had never said that but she planted the seed and he's having fun with himself and Tommy doesnt mind (finds it endearing actually) and Maddie enables him so he'll keep it up just as long as he sees fit (but maybe its also really fun to see Tommy get riled up when he puts on his skimpy shorts and a tight crop top). Mel comes on the scene as a transfer from Kansas (When she and Dee moved to LA) and her and Buck become fast friends when she comments that she has a girlfriend and he replies with "And I have a boyfriend" because he offered to spot her on the weights and she thought he was coming onto her.

[spotsupstuff]

Oh one more thing! Do any of your ancients still live underwater? Also can they survive in both saltwater and freshwater habitats?

hmmm.... i think i did set it up at some point that the water is technically safer to live in with both the whole oxygen thing in the atmosphere and then the iterators. the rain shouldn't be able to get deep enough to affect them (not to say that they can all handle too far sea depths). now that i think about it there is prolly a branch of their evolutionary line consisting of deep sea "ancients" who still hang out down there, tho these wouldn't end up evolving the whole bipedal body plan. not useful at those depths at all and there is no prompt for it too

the sea anemones that did decide to evolve the bipedal body plan that were originally stationed near the shores are prolly mostly land dwelling and nobody really lives in the seas. mostly cuz the large number of population (and technological evolution like the void fluid revolution) are all on land n upkeepin shit under water like that prolly wouldn't be too fun

they are originally from the saltwater habitat and naturally can survive only in that one! but with the technological advancements that they have plus the fact that their on-land rebreathers are connected to the gills, they should do fine in freshwater too

throw Sparrows into some sea like a beached fish and she's guaranteed to have the time of her life

[deathzgf]

( almost ) ALL MY AMREV + FREV WIPS ( 12 october - 5 november 2023 ) ! ! ! ! !

WARNING : long ass post jFDSFLKJSLF ( will all be under the cut )

NOTE : not everything is here ! a lot of my amrev + frev drawings are doodles ive done in class ( which i cant find ) + i Do Not Like a lot of them + Tumblr only allows so many images T___T

ah yes . . . the doodle that started it all . . . my good omens sona in the french revolution ! except i had no idea what i was doing at ALL and had no historical context ! which i now do have and it makes me ENRAGED for how good omens handled that era . . . why are they in the bastille in 1793 . . . ANYWAYS ! YEAH !

aaand because of that doodle , i researched frev fashion ! and guess what ! that robespierre fashion video came up ! wooo robespierre ! and then this was the first fucking thing i drew of him i cant . I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW THE FUCK HE MISSED SO BAD + HOW THE BULLET WOULD LOOK

BECAUSE after that i drew this ! pookie ! ! !

first saint just drawing . i was listening to angel with a shotgun on loop . . . and i thought . . . angel with a guillotine . . . get it cuz hes . hes angel of the terror . and . and . a

i dont have any explanation for this

i hate this . but first robespierre AND saint just drawing wahoo

first frev oc except the hair on that one drawing is red because i went back and changed it cuz i made their name Jules Le Roux and . You know . Red hair . yeah

jules and calixte ! ! ! calixte is @toastytrusty ' s oc and my sweet sweet little baby i love them dearly

. . . saint just doodle i forgor to come back to

JULES AND CALIXTE LORE

miku binder robespierre

saint just painting robespierres nails because :3

WE INTO THE AMREV NOW WOOO . anyways me when ive married and icarus and hes flown too close to the sun lol ( his wings are meant to be burning letters btw . yeah )

jules , calixte , and leonard interaction ! ! ! ! !

which didnt go well

this turned out gayer than intended i genuinely dont know what happened here

i wanted to continue this so bad but i fucking forgot about it but Uhhh uhhhhh uhhh

you know those vamp ! robespierre and vamp hunter ! saint just aus ? yeah

PLEASE STOP SAYING IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK IVE NEVER DRAWN A VIOLIN BEFORE PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE . anyways he playsss theee violinnn he tucks it right underr hisss chinnnnn

winning the idgaf war . unbothered . living his best life

theres a storytime for this drawing but ill save that for later . john adams ( 2008 ) scene redraw but instead of jefferson grabbing adams elbow its his waist except it looks awful and i need to redo it soo baddd

vamp ! robespierre and saint just ( ? ? ? i guess vamp hunter ! saint just cuz thats usually what goes with vamp ! robespierre but idk man ) . they were meant to be on like some moonlit picnic or some shit but then class ended and i forgor about this

donald trump , alexander hamilton , and thomas jefferson . need i say more ?

the ORIGINAL toxic doomed yaoi ( hamburr )

burr . boobies :3

that one scene from saint just et la forces des choses BUT AGAIN this turned out gayer than intended . why do they keep doing this

hey girl i think theres something wrong with your leg

semi modern band ! gay trio . . . thing . . . ? girl idk . but i gave up

making jules a proper ref ! who cheered !

AAAND THATS IT !

let me know if . you want me to finish any of these because otherwise theyre probably going to rot in my gallery HELP

[mintypsii]

hi there's no way i'm finishing this enjoy puppy sanji

[spotinthespiral]

Shout-out to Marcus, one of my many ocs with horrible tastes in men 👍

Quick cut just to lore-dump a bit (skip this if ya want).

Marcus got to Ravenwood, calamity happened, Blueflower ran off to solve it. Marcus met Nolan while exploring Cyclops Lane and immediately clocked him as a pirate (cuz his bestie Griffin was a pirate) but said nothing.

Marcus stuck around and managed to befriend Nolan after a *lot* of struggle, but they got super close. Nolan was cocky and rarely did any actual work, but Marcus was willing to help him improve one step at a time, which worked to make them all the more connected. Nolan associated his forward progress with Marcus, and therefore Marcus was a valuable pawn.

Then Marcus suddenly wasn't a pawn, and in the most neurodivergent way possible, Nolan confessed a crush to Marcus. Marcus (who'd had a crush 0.2 seconds into hearing Nolan be obnoxious) returned the sentiment, and in my headcanon lil universe they're a pair.

Marcus is a beloved little pastel goth, and Nolan is still the most hated student on campus, but they're working on their shortcomings together.

[majachee]

how raziel looks with he/him pronouns in his xeeter bio