#A FUCKIN' MONTH
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MODERN AU ACESAN !!!! first impressions with a guy who barely passes the No Shoes No Shirt No Service rule
#acesan#one piece#portgas d ace#sanji#monkey d luffy#comic#ive been meaning to make this comic for like a year Btw. and it got stunted for 6 months cuz I couldn't get past a part that was like#Slightly too ooc for my liking without fuckin up the whole thing even tho its already stupid as is ANYWAY. SOLVED IT OBVIOUSLY so yaaay#i spent so long on it and it still had mistakes. but gues what I Fucking Ball#also initially posting this on twitter was such a headache because the alt text limit is so Small so i was like ok Fuck My Life i guess#anyway. blow s a kiss to the crowd. Enjoy my insanity
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#Rosie rambles#khml#kingdom hearts missing link#baldr is the perfect representation of us rn#gonna fuckin update this for each month missing link doesn't release
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something something gman tommy something something gordon in stasis. you know how it is.
#GOD TUMBLR ATE THE FUCKING QUALITY. JESUS CHRIST.#This is a lil rough lookin cos it’s uhhhh . One it’s like a month old and 2 it took me like an hour w no real thought or effort#Anyway#I Feel Normal . Im normal. It’s whatever#THIS IS BASED ON NOTHING . other than this has been haunting me. The hypotheticaaaallllllsssssss aaauuughhhhhhbhhh#hl2vrai#hlvrai#tommy coolatta#should. I tag ol gordon here ?#I dont. Know. I don’t wanna Fuck up th hl tag#whatever.#hlvrai 2#gordon freeman#gordon feetman#hlvrai gordon#hlvrai tommy#If they do do smth w stasis it’ll fuck me up so bad cos. ONE .#that means Gordon never got to go home. fucked up. Fucked up#TWO . It’s so. AUIUHGHH. It’s one thing w like. in the hl2 canon of Gman this like. Mysterious freak fuckin around w Gordon#Where it’s just an uncaring omnipotent Guy taking you in and out of limbo as he pleases#but with like. Dr coomer specifically tryna contact Gordon and TOMMY BEING GMAN. FUCK. it’s like. Now it’s your friends.#now it’s your friends who need you and are trying to help you along. putting you into place. THERES SO MUCH MORE WEIGHT THERE#this might be me reaching but it’s like. ohhhh my god#wgatever. What the fuck ever#EDIT: SOMEONE JST POINTED THIS OUT AND THIS WASNT ON PURPOSE I SWEAR TO GOD. HES KINDA IN TH FUCKED UP VR CROUCH POSE. FUCK . FUCK
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Buffy: I have regained consciousness from death less than a week ago. The very act of my organs functioning must feel like torture.
Willow: you have debt and also the pipes in the house are fucked. Better start applying for loans and jobs and interacting with the world like nothing happened.
Buffy: ...
#and she does#I'm not over this why couldn't willow get fucking job or apply for loans#vampire#vampires#buffy summers#btvs#sunnydale#buffy the vampire slayer#willow btvs#she was living in that house for five months#Did she just free ride on Buffy's moms inheritance#willow makes me mad#seriosuly couldn't even raise the coffin for your friend so she wouldn't have to dig herself out#and can't help with the fuckin debt you pretend magically appeared when she came back
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roommate katsuki lore time:
your job isn’t as physically demanding as that of a pro-hero, but it is equally, if not more time intensive. your friends often comment you seem dead on your feet way more often than they do, and you have to agree. so when you decide to scrounge up some extra money and hire a private chef, you think it’s the best decision you’ve made in a while.
your friends would seem to agree—and some tease that maybe you should ask your guy if he can cater to izuku, too. except for katsuki, who seems appalled, betrayed, and disgruntled. it takes all but one week about you gushing over the meals your chef has prepped for you for katsuki to show up to your apartment in the middle of the day, while you’re at work, and the chef is in your kitchen, kindly ask him to leave forever, and get to work himself. when you come home, you’re confused and pissed when you realize katsuki has fired your saving grace, but the anger falls flat on your tongue when you’re interrupted by the blonde spoon-feeding you the most delicious bite of steak that you’ve ever had in your entire life. he’s way too smug watching you physically melt about the food, and ordering you to sit down and have a proper meal.
he tries not to be endeared by your stuffed cheeks, but there’s a satisfaction brewing in him that he can’t quite place. all he knows is it won’t be taken away from him again; that’s why he flicks your forehead, throws a dish towel over his shoulder, and says, “make room for my shit here by the end of the week. and don’t complain when i put all your spoons together in one drawer,” before heading over to the sink to wash up.
you don’t even get until the end of the week before katsuki is barreling into your apartment with boxes and clothes and, “this is what we call a stainless steel pan in the wild. ever seen one before?” prompting you to reach up and pinch his ear even as he cackles all the way to the kitchen. you suppose, in the end you can’t complain. you get to live with your best friend, you get free catering, free cleaning, and it takes you two months of living together to find out katsuki’s paid off your rent for the rest of the year, too. you know, what friends are for.
#you ask him what happened to the rent money for the month go and hes like well how much did u think a set of#'eight of those super pretty french pots' cost like boy did u use my money to buy le creuset????.... carry on#(he's joking he bought them himself)#he moves in (you didnt ask him to) and complains about EVERYTHING and then fixes it all anyway#like baby girl YOU CAN GO HOME! TO YOUR HOUSE! YOU DONT HAVE TO BE HERE (he does and he wont leave)#btw he moves in and shoto is like...................... r u two fuckin serious and is appalled nobody else is seeing what he's seeing#every time i write katsuki just know i want to hit him with the aforementioned frying pan#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#wrote this like i would
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she's more like Naruto but they'll find out about that later plus they'll have like four more so......don't marry the lazy guy from your class
#Im fuckin eepy#narushika#shikanaru#Naruto#uzumaki naruto#nara shikamaru#shikamaru nara#naruto uzumaki#naruto fanart#zures art#this is sooooo dumb and im so late but I wanted yo draw it anyway like whateverrrrr#also she did NOT wanna leave her father's tummy#she was comfy in there#Naruto was like soon!!! she'll be here soon!! and the days go by and hes like any day now! (:#more days go by and hes like today itll be the day (: and then another day and hes like TODAY will really be the day (:#and more time go by and he's like kushina about to end someone like SHE NEEDS TO COME OUT NOW SHIKAMARU ITS BEEN NINE MONTHS AND TWO WEEKS#she's all good in there man all healthy and having absolutely no hurry at all literally nothing wrong at all.....
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day 16
without plants and equipment's skill issue version below:
#rw#rw art month#rain world#rw monk#my art#i thot animating was bad well fuckin Wrestling with gettin it all together was worse. fucker felt like giving birth#and it STILL didnt come out in its full potential im gon implode. i geeet it i geeeet it never step over the 1920 mark Sure filmora#positive: for first attempt at an actual moving picture without much specific education; not bad
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oughhh im aliveee this is from like weeks ago but wooooooo
#pineart🍍#regretevator#pest regretevator#regretevator pest#i have been in regretevator hell and within the past month my view of the game has been changing like a fuckin strobe light so
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Kurapika knows what you are
#the hunterpedias are cannon to ME actually simply bcus they are so fkin gay. this is literally just quoting ep 39 cheek squish and all.#killugon#kurapika#killua zoldyck#gon freecss#kurapika literally blushes and looks away. he knows. he fuckin knows.#anyways happy pride month
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OC BLAST AUGH
so a little while ago i wanted to remake my Spooky Month ocs refs to be Better and it took me way longer than i thought BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THEM
TADAA!!
I do need to update Toyhouse now ehehh
#[ the critter bin ]#[ jaxon ]#[ mars ]#[ tuktuka ]#[ simon ]#[ deer ]#[ danny ]#[ noel ]#FUCKIN DROPPED ALL MY OC TAGS EUGHA#spooky month#spooky month oc#spooky month ocs#spooky month fanart#bob velseb spooky month#spooky month bob velseb#bob velseb#bob spooky month#spooky month bob#frank spooky month#spooky month frank#father gregor spooky month#spooky month father gregor#father gregor#gregor raguel#mort vivifio#mort spooky month#spooky month mort#patty spooky month#spooky month patty
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IVAN'S A FUCKING FUCKER FOR NOT EVEN CHOKING TILL PROPERLY HE WAS GENTLY HOLDING HIM IN PLACE

(it kills me because Till probably thought ivan was gonna give him one last out or something hence why he closed his eyes in what i feel like is acceptance)
#alien stage#alnst till#alnst ivan#ivantill#That motherfucker was NOT choking him#they cant even choke eachother fuckthem#TILL TOOK THAT SHIT BECAUSE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA GET HIS ASS WHOOPED NO SIR YOU JUST GOT FUCKED ON STAGE#its genuinely so hard to tell if Ivan was actually choking him because Till wasnt struggling for shit#no gasp of air as he tried to breathe in#his necks a little pink but that could just be lighting#i dont fuckin know#massive cope btw i dunno what the fukk they were doing here#alien stage till#alien stage ivan#alnst#this is me on september 19th a few months after this tragic event wow this was a massive cope#ivan wasnt choking him though trust i was his sleeves heh
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when you know, you know. (e.m.)
summary: air hockey has never been so romantic.
warnings: it's alluded to that reader is wearing red lipstick. not edited.
pairing: eddie munson x reader
wc: 1.8k+
a/n: a very late valentine's day gift for you all (and eddie). also, the fact i've never written proper mechanic eddie... what a shame.
“Yes!”
If any of the nearby children flinched, you didn’t notice. You were too wrapped up in your victory, going as far as to partake in a terribly embarrassing dance on your end of the air hockey table as Eddie shakes his head slowly.
“You definitely cheated,” he deadpans, a twitch of a smile nearly giving him away as he leans down to pick the puck out of the slot below on his end, “There’s no way you’re about to beat me in under five minutes, again.”
You smile, lips painted red under the lowlights of the arcade as you lean over the table and taunt him, “Or maybe it’s just a skill issue. I wouldn’t keep beating you if you were actually a professional in air hockey like you’d claimed, Munson.”
Three dates – tonight makes four – and you still hadn’t quite worked out how you’d managed to capture the attention of the boy before you. When he’d originally asked you out to coffee, you’d swallowed down all your excessive excitement just to answer him. The local mechanic that you’d been making heart eyes at every few months when you’d go in for an oil check, the one who hadn’t allowed the others at the shop to oversell you on a damn thing when you’d get your tires rotated. Who always smiled shyly as he’d bring you back your keys.
You’d figured the coffee date would last an hour if you were lucky. The two of you would spend more than five minutes in the same room together, he’d realize how overbearing you were, and that would be the end of it. Ridiculous crush effectively squashed.
But it hadn’t.
It had lasted hours, plural. Coffees finished and second lattes nursed until they’d gone cold, the outcome had been the exact opposite of your expectations. Your conversation had flowed effortlessly, common ground and common interests found with ease, and suddenly, Eddie was more than just some cute mechanic for your friends to tease you over.
The first date had only ended due to his shift at the shop that afternoon.
The subsequent sushi dinner date, and then the movie night the next week, had also lasted hours.
“For someone who works on cars, you should be a lot better with your hands,” you poke gentle fun at him as he makes the first hit against the puck this time, far more careful than you had been when serving.
“Or maybe I’m just determined to keep letting my pretty date win.”
“And why would you ever do that?”
Another hit from your mallet, the sharp tapping of your aggressive push ringing out over the sound of nearby machines. You don’t dare to glance in the direction of the ruckus, but you’re pretty sure someone has just won an exciting amount of tickets based on the squeals of glee.
“I dunno,” Eddie pauses to shrug after he hits the puck once more, his guard dropping. You’re ruthless as you take the opportunity to shoot the puck straight into ‘goal’ on his side of the table. A straight shot, far too easy for your liking, but you still celebrate the victory with another embarrassing dance, “Maybe it’s because I’m into that ridiculous dance they keep doing whenever they score.”
You immediately stop your little jumps, eyes widening, a rush of embarrassment heating you up from the inside out as Eddie’s eyes stay glued on you. The table powers down as he makes his way around it, feet bringing him right to you.
You’d always thought Eddie would find you weird, or odd, or unappealing after that coffee date, but the outcome had been better than you could have possibly conceived.
He was an absolute weirdo as well.
Fondness overtakes his features just like it had on that coffee date when you’d accidentally snorted at one of his jokes, and your heart flutters eagerly. You can’t believe there had been a time you’d only watch him from behind glass, trying to not get caught as you would blatantly stare at him as he’d work on your car. A time when you’d only see his curls up in loose buns rather than framing his face as they were now, a time when you couldn’t even shake his hand due to it being covered in oil.
That had all only been a month ago, but you already couldn’t imagine your life without Eddie Munson in it.
“Don’t go shy on me now,” he chuckles as he stops in front of you, smirk deepening the dimples you’d only noticed on your second date with him. He’d been too bashful the first date, ducking whenever his grin would grow too wide on you, biting his tongue on half the flirtatious remarks you wished he would have said. “You won, fair and square, so what’s your prize gonna be, valentine?”
He also waited until the second date to kiss you. That had nearly killed you.
“It’s not very fair if you let me win,” you whisper, unable to look away from his eyes. They’re a soft brown, a smooth honey, a nice sight for sore eyes. You kind of like the crinkles beside them, too. Kind of wonder what it would be like to wake up beside him, roll over, and kiss them – all before the sun ever rose.
He reaches out and gingerly grabs your hand, calloused fingertips brushing your knuckles before he entangles your fingers with his. “Psh, who said I let you win? Maybe I just really suck at air hockey.”
“You just-”
You never get to finish your argument. He’s quick to swoop down, capturing your lips in his. The rudest of interruptions, and it still manages to weaken your knees.
Each kiss only grows sweeter. And more confident, more sure. The first one had been timid, exchanged on your doorstep with boyish hesitation and meek desperation. But now, several kisses experienced since that night, all apprehension has melted. He lets his lips meld to yours, captures your bottom lip just tightly enough to give it a brief tug when he pulls away. Still soft, ever so sweet, and leaving you wanting for more.
Four dates. All it took was four dates for him to make you a goner.
“Now, that wasn’t fair,” you breathe out, betrayed by the smile that you wear. Your chest feels shaken up, impending explosion of mushiness and flowers and hearts and every single cliche the love songs on the radio could squeeze out.
“It was your prize.”
“I never said I wanted a kiss for my prize.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he puts a dramatic hand up to his chest, leaning back so dramatically that your hand instinctively reaches out to loop a finger in his jean pocket to keep him upright, “Would you like me to take it back, my fair maiden?”
Four dates, and he makes it impossible to not imagine a future of this. Of silly banter, of gentle mornings spent kissing away crows feet, of cutting one another off with the most infuriating of methods. You’re starting to believe you’re just a hopeless romantic, and he’d spotted that from a mile away – he knew every single button to press to have you putty in his hands, and he was taking full advantage of it.
You giggle, an honest to God giggle, as you say, “Hm, I’m not sure. I heard the return policies on those are a bit wonky.”
If your friends thought you were insufferable when he was some stranger you just had a crush on, they would be vomiting at the sight of this.
He leans into your space, close enough to smell his faint cologne and mint on his breath, “Are they? Well, lucky for you, I’m friends with the shop owner. Can definitely accept the return without a receipt. It won’t be a problem, ma’am. I swear it.”
He’s weird. He’s goofier than you could have imagined, snarkier than you could have dreamed, and more romantic than you had yet to uncover. He’s kind of perfect, but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face. Not yet, at least.
You’re glad you had said yes when he’d asked days prior for you to be his Valentine. And you’re glad he hadn’t gone the boring route, showing up with just chocolates and flowers and calling it a day, but had instead dragged you out to this arcade for a night of adventures as he claimed.
“And how would one go about returning a kiss, kind sir?”
He answers wordlessly, bringing up a finger to tap on his lips. He goes as far as pouting them dramatically.
He wants you to kiss him.
Lucky for him, you want to kiss him, too.
Your kiss is more chaste. Teasing as you lift up onto your tippy toes and only press your lips to his for a brief second before falling back. You leave him wanting more – it’s written all over his face, along with a blush that races right over the bridge of his nose.
He’s cute. He’s cute, and he’s weird, and you really fucking like him.
“Now that that’s over with,” you have to change the topic, move right along before your heart truly bursts from your chest, “I know what I want my prize to be.”
He takes a moment to recover, pupils almost resembling hearts as he stares down at you. Eventually he pulls himself from your trance, shaking his head as he asks, “And what would that be?”
You’re the one taking his hand this time. If he gave you the time, you’d like to learn each callous and scar by heart. Trace over them in the middle of night, when it’s just you and him in the darkness beneath your sheets. Memorize the way they feel as he explores every curvature of your body and figure out which of the roughest patches would brush against your most sensitive bits in a way that would make you arch your back right into him.
The two of you haven’t even discussed if that’s where the night might lead, but you’re sort of hoping the luck in the air doesn’t run out.
“There’s an awfully pretty ring in the case up at the ticket counter,” you muse, knowing damn well the ring was the ugliest thing either of you had ever seen in your lives, “Think you’ve got the tickets to spare?”
His hand gives you a squeeze. Something not too tight, something perfectly comfortable. It’s only the fourth date, it’s only the first month – it’s only the beginning.
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, more earnestly than you’d expected, as he steals another kiss.
You let him. You have this aching feeling in your chest that you’ll probably let him steal an endless amount from you for the rest of your life.
When you know, you know. Or whatever the poets say.
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#my writing#ghost's stories#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#i want eddie to win me an ugly arcade ring thanks#also reader falling in love within a month of properly knowing eddie is so real#me too baby me fuckin too#on one tonight idk#let's gooo <3
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DON'T BE A BITCH ASS COP!!!
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"I think..... I miss my wife" but it's me talking about a 60y/o man named Dale
#i havent seen the movie in forever it feels. i want to watch it again#i already pre-ordered the 4k when it was put up but i might have to buy it on vod too#last time i watched it was last month AND THATS TOO LONG AGO FOR ME#i want to see my pretty boy. i miss him :(#“i think..... i miss my wife” but its just some fucked up freakshow of a man#listen. i take my “i can fix him” work seriously. its either try or try not. do or do not. and i will fuckin tryyyyyyyy#longlegs#longlegs x reader#dale kobble#dale kobble x reader
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in one of the absolute worst breeding projects I've ever had, after 207 failures and countless one-offs, I finally. FINALLY. have this pair
#i may breed more but right now i am taking a fuckin well deserved BREAK#the male showed up 6 months ago which was relatively quick. because I started this last october#the female. oh the female. Oh The Female.#I was so desperate at one point I started buying coatl scrolls just to improve my odds#and although none of my pairs had a PERFECT range. the degree of uncertainty was pretty small in a lot of them#so I was just getting HORRIBLY unlucky constantly#I found like 50 gray hairs on me recently. I'm blaming this project#dragon share
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