#[ aaaaaaaaaa good ask!!! ]

[nothingbizzare]

Holding ur hand

[silverskye13]

He is complete :D (will post with some in game pictures and the skin itself later)

[loud screaming]

Oh my gosh!!!! Him!!!!!!

[lifting him up like Simba]

Him!!!!!!!!

[nerves-nebula]

back with more doodles of the sillies!!! (photo editor edition) yarGH

HISSING SPITTING SCREAMING EVERYONE COME LOOK AT THIS I FUCKING LOVE THIS ART STYLE LOOK LOOK OUAGHDSGUIHADSGUODSGHDSOGA

[teamfurtress]

(NebulousMedic) I saw ur post on twatter I hope u feel better soon </3

thanks homes ❤️‍🩹

[ninyard]

hello I am switching my asks off for a day or two just because it’s getting a little overwhelming atm <3 lemme work on a few bits and respond to some before I open em again I love youuuu

[boytransmission]

you look soo soft in your latest pics, would love to put my hands in your hair tbh

thank you!!! i would truly love that more than anything <3

[casperillion]

bruh this sucks shit, the person i THOUGHT i was fliritng with (we'll use he/him here) turns out to actually have very genuine and sweet romantic feelings for my friend (they/them) who'd been helping me emotionally with the anxiety of trying to flirt with said person.

i dont think he knows how i feel about it, or even if i know at all. my friend knows everything and tells me everything including how they didnt think they would be able to date him anyway bc of difference in communication styles.

my friend is poly, but idk abt him, its never come up, and i dont know if i am either. i dont mind the idea, especially if its with someone whos experienced, but this is rough.

he doesnt owe me anything, and we never were anything serious, we're not even especially close close friends

i just dont know what to do, hes too nice to just rip the bandaid off, i dont know if i trust him to do it. which means if hes not doing it bc he still likes me, im still going to doubt if he actually does. ugh

i want to just talk to him about it but im scared. idk maybe i'll just explain this to my friend and ask for advice anyway, maybe make it clear that if they do get into a relationship i'll understand but wont pretend it wont hurt me deeply. but that feels selfish ugh

[shiawasekai]

For Nela: hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon please!

First of all, thanks!!

I've been giving some thought to what to say, a bunch of things come to mind but I haven't talked about the romance angle... almost at all? So it may be better to go from something simple and basic.

For starters, Nela didn't have much serious romantic experience pre-game. She got kidnapped relatively young, which greatly limited her chances as-is, and she had been a late bloomer. What few relationships she had didn't go that far.

Then the game started, and romance was the least of her concerns. Surviving, the mythic powers and figuring out all her new responsibilities came first. That is until the ✨Courting✨ starts.

She hadn't thought of having a real relationship with Daeran until then. Yet, to her own shock, she found herself a bit too into the whole dance. Way, way too into it. I mean, yes, she had flirted with him before that! But she had never expected it to go anywhere given his personality, you know? She mostly intended it as playful banter and little else.

But then it was serious. And she actually liked it. A lot. She couldn't bring herself to reject him, even if she knew the very thorny path ahead.

Mind you: as much as the intensity of her own feelings blindsided her, she is as much of an active pursuer as him (if not more) once she comes to terms with it. She is getting them through this, dammit.

[beantothemax]

VERY important

look at what my friend made

THERBION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[despairforme]

How did Nnoitra develop his fashion style? Was it different as kid? Would he cringe at his younger self?

❝ My fuckin' WHAT now? Fashion style? ❞ He looked down at his body, and tugged at his baggy, washed-out t-shirt. It was kinda funny, having someone refer to the way he dressed as a ' fashion style ', so he was chuckling. He'd spotted a smudge on his t-shirt, and was currently trying to rub it off with aggressive use of his thumb. And some spit.

❝ Would ya really call this a style? ❞ He asked with a small laugh, his face twisting into a focused expression as he continued to work on the smudge. Nnoitra definitely didn't think he had any sort of STYLE. He wore clothes only for their practicality and their comfort. He didn't think he'd ever, in his entire life, actually dressed up.

Nnoitra always wore large, baggy t-shirts. Not because he thought they looked good on him or whatever, but because that's what fit him. He had an incredibly awkward build. His shoulders were REALLY wide. So wide that triple X could feel kinda tight sometimes. He had to shop at stores that were meant for... Large people, let's say. People who weighed what? Ten times as much as him? The hell if he knew. Those t-shirts were large enough for his shoulders and his wide chest, but - Nnoitra had skinny arms and the smallest waist. At least his torso was long, so the t-shirts didn't end up too long on him. But yeah, they appeared baggy. He had the same problem when buying hoodies or sweaters.

Pants were easier, since Nnoitra's legs were thin, and his hips narrow. The length though? Yeah, that was an issue. He bought whatever pants would fit him, whenever he came across them. Mostly they were a little short on him, but whatever.

He had a large black coat he wore in winter, and he always wore the same old army boots that he'd bought years ago. Other than that? He wore his eye-patch every day and that pretty much concluded his whole "fashion style". As for colours? He preferred black, grey or muted colours. In summer he wore a little bit of a brighter range, with reds and some yellows. He had some green t-shirts too. He preferred to buy clothes with a darker colour because they didn't stain so easily.

He'd wore the same kinda clothes his whole adult life, as well as when he was a teenager. More or less since he grew this tall, he had to adapt to wearing clothes that a) would fit him, and b) were cheap. It had been easier when he was a kid, since he'd been normal-sized, and he'd just worn whatever his mother bought for him. He had never CARED about wearing fancy stuff. What he wanted was to appear less skinny, and baggy clothes definitely did that for him.

So no, he wouldn't cringe at his younger self. At least not due to how his younger self had dressed. Hell, he probably still wore some of the same t-shirts from 10 years ago.

❝ How I'd describe it... ❞ He pondered out loud, tapping his fingers against the stain, which he'd somehow managed to make worse with his efforts to remove it. ❝ It's comfortable 'n ugly. ❞ He found the description funny, and grinned.

[hirudou]

            @rebirthee asked:  38.  ‘goodnight’    kiss.

        it  is  rare  for  jade  to  ever  consider  neglecting  his  responsibilities.  but  for  charlotte,  he's  recently  given  it  a  great  deal  of  thought.  just  once  or  twice--  perhaps.  to  indulge,  to  do  what  he  wants  for  a  change.  alas,  gaining  trust  is  a  steep  climb  to  make,  easily  lost  within  moments.  so  while  he  has  certainly  entertained  the  thought--  jade  cannot  actually  bring  himself  to  do  so.  worst  of  all,  time  within  the  grimoire  is  quite  tricky;  jade  looses  it  quite  easily.  so  before  either  of  them  realize  it  he  has  to  return.

  before  he  goes,  he  takes  her  by  the  hand,  and  tugs  her  close.  exhaling  a  small  laugh,  as  he  loops  an  the  arm  around  her,  the  other  raised  to  tuck  his  gloved  fingers  beneath  her  chin.  "  goodnight  charlotte...  "  leaning  down  to  press  a  kiss  to  her  lips.  "  i  do  hope  i'll  see  you  again  tomorrow.  "  flashing  a  smile,  giving  another  to  her  cheek.  before  slipping  away  for  the  night...

kisses mwa mwa

[mcrrox]

I AM GETTIMG A COOL SHELF FOR TJE COOL APARTMENT

[macintheknight]

i wanna message you but im nervous 🥲

- the girl who called you handsome

Oh no! It's all good! Just keep sending asks pretty girl <3

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

woe iris snowmobiling with pearl be upon ye!!!! (and snowmanning larry in the process)

SCREAMING!!!!!!!!! THEM!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH!!!!!!!!!!

[soulfullives]

frozen and cold to the touch

war time fic, marlene's last days, and now dorcas finds them. their planning to go destroy voldemort. the fic ends with dorcas dying too, cold to the touch, but alive once again

[ask-olivine]

Kouchi follows Olivine obediently, his nerves somewhat abated by the priest's soothing touch. Though he's initially a bit confused about the presence of a seemingly random, unused bedroom in the temple, his attention is pulled away by Olivine's next words. He's tempted to sit next to the man, to lean closer to his calming warmth, but he knows it will be easier to get this out if he stays standing.

"Okay, um...this may not even seem that strange to you, considering some of the company you keep, but... Well, I guess it's easier if I just show you."

Kouchi takes a deep breath, and a lazy swirl of golden essence slowly forms around him, obscuring him from view for a few seconds before fading away to reveal his transformation; a pair of fluffy brown ears now sprout from his head, and a matching tail curls self-consciously around his body. His human legs have changed shape as well, and now sport the shape of a canine's hind legs as well as a layer of plush fur.

"So, you see... Yokai aren't really accepted by most humans, even these days, let alone by the Church. Tanuki are judged even by other yokai, so it's a difficult situation. I can't just pretend to be human all the time, that's not really me, and it's not very pleasant."

Kouchi fiddles with his tail as he speaks, but he looks more relaxed somehow, more comfortable in his own skin; even his voice is more confident, his nervous stutter nearly gone. "Again, I know it might not seem that odd to you...in fact, we probably know some of the same people. But it pretty much excludes me from ever becoming a real priest."

- 🔔

((A/N: Can't post links in an anon ask buuut if you're curious about them "knowing the same people..." [ https://www.tumblr.com/kuyadevotee/760589321590964224/i-wanted-to-write-something-about-my-new-nukani-oc?source=share ] ))

Olivine's face lit up in surprise at Kouchi's transformation, quite impressed at how well the tanuki had hid himself! In a way, he was almost ashamed he didn't notice it earlier, but this wasn't the time for wallowing, not one bit. The priest felt quite a few emotions from Kouchi's reveal, and his words. The only unifying word between his feelings being "aggression." Cuteness aggression, for starters! Soft little ears, plush fur and a tail that'd make any pillow jealous...Olivine forced himself to take a deep inhale, looong exhale before he even tried to speak; the other form of "aggression" being rage over clear bigotry.

"Kouchirou...it truly pains me that you deal with such a thing. Nothing infuriates me more than unfair and unjust rules staying in place simply because they're 'tradition.' In my eyes, all I see is someone with incredible devotion and a true understanding of the word of Klein!"

Oli stands back to his feet, stepping forward and taking Kouchi's hands in his own once again, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles...and blushing, slightly, at the soft fur now coating his clawed fingers. Focus, Olivine. Just because he's cute AND fluffy doesn't mean you can't be professional...

"I know it's not much, but please know you are always and forever welcome in this temple, as long as I am its priest." Olivine looks into Kouchirou's eyes with an incredibly warm, gentle smile on his face, squeezing his hands softly. "I would love it if you'd like to assist with a sermon, or even a proper ceremony! You are even welcome to be in whatever form most comforts you-- anyone who dares to speak foul about you in my temple will learn the true punishment of the God of Klein. Understand?"