#BEST BOIIIII

[suddenly-frankenstein]

it's beautiful! / this place... is beautiful to me, even now.

i may be late, but still – Goodsir as this "draw the character like this" thing!

[captin-azoth]

I don’t know how to background, anywayz JACK-P O T !

[curse-of-rose]

Ohhhh, looks like mine socks made it?

I gave them to Nace last year and asked to share but said that Barbie ones are perfect for Kris and looks like they agree sksks

[steve-brules-rules]

THEYRE FRIENDS!!!

[samisnotlegend]

I'm trying to write a cute mermay fic but it's accidentally the most violent and gory thing I've even done.

[bughusbands]

melanistic marill bait for myself for pokefarm q!

[coconut530]

SCRAMBLED EGG 💙⁉️👁️👾❤️

[whisperingexecutioner]

For those of you that might not know...

I'm actually also on Ao3 ~ (o///u///o) ~

Stop by and say hello:

...maybe even leave some delicious kudos? lol

[kindasleepycryptid]

Well. Apparently the feeling wasnt mutual

KAIDAN???? IVE MISSED U MY MAN

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Dear Astra,

This is two part anon. Hope you are doing okay. I've come back from hell (lol just kidding, I got a heavy fever for like a week, and then spent the next 2 weeks catching up with my homework). How are you? I've learned it the hard way that you should always drink enough fluids, so remember your daily water!

During my time in bed, I thought of a cute fic idea that I'd love to tell you (not that I'm urging you to write, I just wanna talk). Reader and Sabo are both serious workers in the RA. However, whenever they have time alone, Sabo'll turn into a huge size golden retriever, with the puppy eyes yearning for reader's touch and praise. (Aizzzzz I melted while fantasizing about this, like imagine Sabo goes "Y/N~ pat my head, please" while kneeling down hugging reader's waist. OH GOD I'M DYING). Oh I also have a fantasy for Ace, which is nsfw :^) (can't help it ig, I'm not telling it if you're not curious tho, since I know sharing these +18 thoughts can be a bit 'meh' to some people)

Also I've spent a huge amount of time gaming while being sick and found myself a new husbando alongside Ace ehehe it's Roland from Punishing Gray Raven if you wanna check it out.

I'm curious if you like listening to music or not? I've been into a Japanese band recently, which is a surprise because I've rarely heard any Japanese song. But I love them and I hope they'll get more love (just like the way I love you *wink wink* lol)

I think it's because I've done everything that I'm so hyped now. I feel like this message is too long and full of random bs. But yeahhhh boiiiii, I finished everything today, I'm so happy.

Oh yeah, recently you posted a delete announcement that freaks the loving Ace out of me. I'm sorry for what you had to go through but half of me was like "not the Ace fics, not the Ace fics, please please anything but the Ace fics"

Sorry if these topics are so random, I'm just sharing my 'highlights in life' with you. Idk maybe because it makes me happy I hope it makes you happy too. Aight my hype has calmed down, Imma take my leave. Have a great day/night. Best wishes to whatever you're doing and PLEASE REMEMBER TO STAY HYDRATED (sorry if it's too aggressive, I'll stop if you don't like it. It's just that I've been through the worst because of it so I don't want you to experience that) Aight, this is already longer than my project essay, see you!

I finally got around to writing something!!! So it's not as long as some of my others things and definately not as long as I would have liked, however, considering I'm sleep deprived, can't sleep, and haven't written in months, I'm not displeased with it!

Warnings: FLUFF!!!

Word Count: 980

     Smiling, you ran your hands through Sabo’s wavy blond locks as he snuggled his head into your stomach. While the two of you both worked hard, highly dedicated to the Army’s cause, you both sometimes wished to spend more time together like this. In the privacy of your room, you could both relax, let down your guards, and be vulnerable. Sabo never hid who he was, he was always true to himself, to his dreams and aspirations, to his desires, hobbies, and interests; that being said, this was a side only you ever saw. Here, in the safety of your room, he allowed himself to melt into your embrace, to yearn for your praise, and to nuzzle into your touch; as if he was a touch starved child and not the strong, independent, second-in-command of the RA. A blond haired, lovesick, human puppy. 

     “Did I do alright on the last mission?” he asked softly, nuzzling against you even more, arms tightening around your waist, making you laugh slightly. You knew exactly what he was after. It wasn’t like you minded and it wasn’t like he was purposefully seeking your attention and praise in an annoying manner, but hearing you say it always made his heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter.

     “You did more than alright, you did spectacularly. A perfect 10/10 like always.” you said, caressing his cheek as he let out a pleased, content noise as he attempted to snuggle further into your stomach.

     “You know I always try my best for you.” he said softly, his words muffled by your stomach.

     “Oh? So you don’t give your all simply for the RA?” you teased, making him whine. He knew you were teasing, but part of him felt a lump form in his throat, as if he’d disappointed you for only giving his 100% for you.

     “No, I promise, I give my all for the Army, I promise, I just-” “Shhh, I know, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I know you’ll always do your best, for me or for our cause.” You said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Sabo sighed happily at the feeling of your lips against his skin, relaxing once more into your touch. You’d pull him closer and wrap your arms around him, comforting him if he hadn’t been cuddled up to you like he was at the moment, the both of you laying on the bed, his tall form curled up so he could fit on the bed while laying his head on your stomach. He reminded you so much of a golden retriever at moments like these. A sweet puppy curled up with their loved one, tail wagging softly as they snuggled up to them, eyes begging for praise and pets. Sometimes you liked to joke that he should have found a canine zoan devil fruit instead so that he could have a real tail to wag back and forth. Not that you weren’t happy that he’d found his brother’s devil fruit. In fact, you loved that he’d eaten the Mera Mera fruit, enjoying the warmth that radiated from his body on cold nights as you held each other close. 

     He’d loved how you’d spent the entire night telling him how amazing his new abilities were and how happy you were that he’d succeeded in tracking down and eating something that meant so much to him.

     “Thank you for always working so hard, for doing so much for everyone. You’re always doing everything you can and you deserve so much for what you do.” you said, making him grin like a mad man as he attempted to nuzzle his face further into you again, as if trying to hide how giddy your words made him. 

     “Can… can I ask you for something then?” he asked, looking up at you once more with those large, pleading, puppy eyes of his. You giggled and nodded, brushing his hair out of his face, “can we go out to my favorite restaurant later? I know it’s pretty far away, but they make the best ramen.” he requested, making you chuckle as you shook your head at his request.

     “Of course we can. We’ll get you as much ramen as you want and even something for dessert if you’d like. Afterwards, we can spend the rest of the day snuggled up in bed, or I can spend the rest of the day just running my fingers through your hair while you sleep.” you offered, drawing more happy noises mixed with excitement from his throat. 

     “Thank you, you’re so amazing.” he said, his large grin plastered across his face. At this rate, you were pretty sure his smile wouldn’t die down until morning, fairly certain that he’d fall asleep with that insanely large grin. 

     “Pretty sure you’re the amazing one, sweetheart. So strong, brave, and kind. Nobody could possibly be as astounding as you.” you praised, making him wiggle around on the bed in delight. You could practically see the non-existent tail thumping against the mattress. Pulling him away from your abdomen, you began to pepper his face in sweet kisses, bringing a loopy, delighted, love drunk look to his face before pulling him into your chest, resting his head just above your heart, its gentle beating easily relaxing him further as he began to doze off, too content to keep his eyes open. As much as he was enjoying the attention, thriving on your love and adoration, he was tired, comfortable, and at ease, “Get some sleep, you’ve earned it.” you said, arms holding him tightly, hand still running through his hair as he nodded sleepily, quickly falling asleep. He was the RA’s hardest worker, one of its strongest fighters, and one of its best soldiers, and he was your sweet little golden retriever, an adorable puppy of a man, and as soft and cuddly as the fluffy canine he resembled.

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

Float

It's Amado time boiiiii (Fic number 7) @narcosfandomdiscord

Enjoy <3

Prompt #2, Book Of Fuck-Ups: Righteous indignation glo-up aka fanwork that corrects a plot misstep or writing blunder that bugs the shit outta you

Word Count: 740

Relationships: Amado Carrillo Fuentes/Marisol, Amado Carrillo Fuentes & Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo

Warnings: Canonical (yet minor) character death

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

Amado Carrillo Fuentes is a high-up henchman. 

Because, under the rule of Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo, he’s managing the transport, but has to comply with Felix's every move. 

Besides, he isn’t made for the drug cartels… So he thinks. In his early days, he had to spend time working out where he belonged, how to start a movement, where the best places exist to stash cocaine, and how to smoothly make transactions. 

Now, he knows almost every trick of the trade, but he still can’t get away with making important phone calls. 

At least, not without Felix rattling on, “Amado, hey? Who’s calling? Tijuana, or Sinaloa? We’re preparing the shipment with Cali, have they responded in kind?” 

Amado can only let go of the phone, letting out a sigh and mumbling some bullshit that Felix doesn’t bother to decode. 

***

Finally, they all break away. Not just him. 

It’s a formal declaration, it’s an official management decision… The Arellano family holds control over Tijuana, Chapo and Azul over Sinaloa, and Amado over Juarez. They’ll keep their contacts with each other, but with such a split, there’s independence. 

They clink their glasses and drink to their newfound freedom, all the while, no one spares their previous leader a glance. 

Amado can make as many phone calls as he likes. He can branch out, finally, extending further than their cartel kingpin circle… 

Because whether Felix knew that his people had lives or not, it doesn’t matter. But, the truth is, they’re all as human as they come. 

***

He dials a number faster than any other. 

When the line connects, he sighs, letting out the tension wound up in his body, and he speaks. 

“Hey… Hey, I’m so sorry. I’m deep in the business now. Not just deep, but high. I’ve got an entire plaza to manage, at my disposal… Yes, yes, of course, I miss you, my love– That’s why I’m calling now–” 

The voice on the other end is fierce and unrelenting, withholding its softness… But it still manages to break through. 

Amado listens, learns, chips in where he can, often receiving scolding in response: Deep in the business?! Right, that’s why you haven’t been here. For years, you’ve abandoned us! Little Anna…  

He chokes up at hearing that. Little Anna. 

He sends them money, as much as he can manage, keeping them afloat. 

Well, being afloat can only go so far in this world. People can only last so long before they sink. 

They talk for a little while longer before they hang up. He runs a hand through his black hair and stares at the ceiling for a while. 

He’ll have to make it up to them. Now, he’s able to. He’s not tied up in the madness of others, instead, he’s at the centre of madness. Juarez belongs to him, after all. 

He can make his own decisions… And if that means calling Marisol every day, then so be it. No one can tell him otherwise. 

***

Two weeks on, he gets another call, and smiles as he hears her voice. 

Yes, they struggle, they’re doing things in unconventional ways, with marriage and contact and all the rest, but he’s tethered to it. He has all the opportunity in the world to stay tethered to his family. 

Well, so he hopes, so he thinks, so he dreams. 

When kingpin Amado, ruler of Juarez, hears what he hears next, he crumbles. 

He takes the first flight back home, and if anyone asks him why, he’ll say it’s confidential. Undisclosed. Maybe it’s better to write it off as ‘unimportant business’, even though Marisol means the world to him. 

Even though Little Anna meant the world to him. 

He’s missed the burial and he’s grovelling at Marisol’s knees, desperate to see his daughter, to try and make things right. 

“She’s grown a lot since the last time you saw her.” She tells him, brows furrowed and arms crossed. 

Well, no shit! Amado wants to scream, She’s grown so much, she’s lived a life without me there… And now she’s dead?  

He’ll just have to transport more coke, get on more flights, manage his business the way he wants to run it. If he’s greeted by his family with non-stop phone calls and a death, well… He’ll bury himself in his work. 

He could take some cocaine, while he’s at it. It might just numb out the pain, and put him back on track.  

[skyland2703]

All of your flaws and all of my flaws - Flaws, Bastille + BillySkull (once and always)

Title: just a matter of dropping the act Rating: Unrated Warning: implied health crises; implied drug treatment; implied assault; implied eating disorder. Relationships: Billy Cranston/Eugene Skullovitch; Zack Taylor & Billy Cranston; heavily implied Jason Lee Scott/Farkas Bulkmeier; Spike Skullovitch & Eugene Skullovitch. Characters: Billy Cranston; Eugene Skullovitch; Spike Skullovitch; Minh Kwan; Ensemble. Additional Tags: Guilt; Mending Fences; Tattoos; Not sure if this counts as a Bakery AU; Hurt/comfort; Poor Life Choices; Friends to Strangers to Friends to Lovers. Summary/Synopsis: A fan fact about being out of town, so to speak, for what often felt like whole swaths of decades, was that a little part of Billy liked to think that while the little things changed, the important stuff would stay the same. Trini's death and Robo-Rita really showed him not to take things for granted. So when things settled down after "calling the band back together" and Minh calmed down after fighting the good fight, Billy took stock of things he'd missed without noticing. He checked in with Tommy and Kat and had a proper update about J.J. and Tommy's former students with the Dino Powers that hadn't faded away. He'd checked in on Rocky and Aisha and Adam about their life outside of the inter-planetary defense stuff; how Rocky managed after high school and if his back was really doing well, Aisha's efforts to secure environmental protections in third-world countries, and Adam's quiet side hustle of submitting poetry into magazines that would have him. He went to see Justin living his life with his husband and found out that he'd run aground of some unfortunate drug addictions after the Power had been stripped from him, but was promised that he was almost ten years sober, carried around his chip like the original Rangers did their power coins, and, "Anyway, I have too much going for me to screw it up now." When Billy went to see Jason at the address he'd looked up, he'd blinked after going still as a deer on the highway at the familiar face that answered the door above the bakery that he thought in hindsight should have been a waving red flag with all the billboards he'd spotted around town. "Jason and Bulk went out for their anniversary, but I can't have you running off without a little food; you're still way too skinny, Billy." Billy had to bite the inside of his cheek so as not to blurt out something so as insensitive as Skull being one to talk. Same age as Billy, half a foot taller, but looking like he barely weighed half of what the scientist did; black hair without gel or its previous luster, skin far too pale in the middle of summer, and walking with a cane and an obvious limp. The Blue Ranger was certainly going to stick around to see how this was something that changed so drastically and he'd heard absolutely nothing about it. (Which was his own damn fault, really.)

[goth-automaton]

For the large ask game for your Yakuza OC Riran ✨

appearance:

#8: Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

#18: Does your character have a favorite outfit?

objects:

#15: Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

food & drink:

#10: What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

weather & nature:

#11: What part of nature would your character most resonate with?

#19: What animal would your character say best represents them?

community & relationships:

#7: Who is your character most honest with?

#15: Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight?

mind, body, & soul:

#13: How does your character relax?

#20: Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?

hobbies & activities:

#2: Does your character have a secret hobby?

#13: Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else?

Hi! 💜

You really like her, don't you? ^^ No wonder, I love her too. 💜

#8: Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

Actually, two! Her double colour hair and massive bust.

#18: Does your character have a favorite outfit?

As a whole, I don't think so – she always wears goth fashion and adores all her clothes (she puts a lot of effort into her appearance!). She does have favourite pieces of clothing and accessories, though: corsets and the silver chain she connects to her left snakebite and silver ring hung through the tunnel in her left ear.

#15: Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

As a gift, I assume? Actually, it's both! It's about, who's the gifter and what the intention is, that's important to her. ^^

#10: What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

She doesn't have any – her parents were emotionally neglectful, since she hit 6 or 7 years old, so she never actually developed any meaningful connection to anything from her childhood.

#11: What part of nature would your character most resonate with?

That's a good question... From the creator's perspective: fire. Fire can be beneficial, give warmth and safety – just, like Riran's clairvoyance can be used to help and protect people – but also is destructive, both to the surroundings and itself – after the fire burns everything, it dwindles, and both Riran's volatile nature and the brutality of her gift are pretty harmful, mainly to her.

But from character's perspective... Probably snowflakes. The same way there are no identical snowflakes, nothing can happen twice the same way. She once explained that to Tatsuya, when they were walking through Kamurocho one snowy evening: even if the next day at the same time they walked the same street, with the same speed, wearing the same clothes, talking about exactly the same thing and passing the same people, it still would be different, as their hearts would beat in different rhythm, their breaths would have different depth and snowflakes, that fall on them, would be different.

#19: What animal would your character say best represents them?

A chihuahua! They're hot-blooded, loud and seem more bark, than bite, but when they bite... Hoooo boiiiii, it hurts. (Trust me, happened to me once).

#7: Who is your character most honest with?

Majima and, later, Tatsuya. They're the only people Riran fully trusts – actually, maybe Majima even more, as they have always been close and Riran tends to put her family above everything. However, that doesn't mean, she doesn't keep any secrets – she would never, ever tell anyone about her visions of her own death. Even them. Especially them.

#15: Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight?

Again, Majima and Tatsuya. XD Although Majima stops being her backup after his health deteriorates. However, Tatsuya enters her life shortly after that and fills that role. They're true battle couple. ^^

#13: How does your character relax?

By singing karaoke and spending time fixing old gaming consoles. ^^ Or just lounging around with either Majima or Tatsuya.

#20: Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?

Hmmm, I don't think so? The only true fear she has is fear of losing someone she loves and this isn't something she is capable of ever overcoming... Plus is it possible to overcome at all? Probably not. And as for other fears... Her sole existence as a clairvoyant forced her to get rid of all fears she might have.

#2: Does your character have a secret hobby?

Secret, no. She's pretty open about everything she likes.

#13: Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else?

Hmmm, does gaming consoles count? After all, sometimes fixing them involves disassembling them completely and use the parts to build a new one almost from scratch...

Thank you! 💜 Answering these was so much fun!!! 💜💜💜 And can't wait to hear your thoughts on this all. ^^

Super Long Character Ask Game.

[phoenix-is-here]

Hi baby boiiiii, how you've slept well, had a good day or having a good day, just wanted to say i luuuuuuuuuvvvvv u, to the limit of univers and back 💙🐉💗💗💗💗💗😍💋🕰️🐒 (yes it's a dragon na'vi sending a kiss to a Time lord monkey, so me and you, i tried my best💗)

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Luv u dragon boi 💗

Slept well, Thank you my star ����🌟 I had to wake up at 2:30 AM because of a livestream, but otherwise the night was pretty uneventful. I'm having a good day and hope to continue.

Love you too, my moon 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[noname-nonartist]

Answer this foooor: Satosugu, YuutaMaki, ShuAke anddd any genshin ship of your choosing!

Aye-yoooooo! Hey CC!

Been a while since I’ve done this bingo ship thing! Well, let’s see if I can accurately concave my thoughts lol~

Let’s goooo! (My thoughts on these ships under the cut)

Satosugu

Okay, sooo like I really do like this ship! I really do!

It’s got all the things that I love within a ship dynamic~

The pinning, the angsty, the tragedy! The gaynesssss!!!

However, I sometimes feel like the jjk fandom tend to mischaracterize both of them too much mannn…

Like. I feel like the fandom sort of sand away their flaws and what makes them so interesting to me. Ya know?

But that’s just me tho, so I could be wrong. My media literacy skills aren’t the best tbh. So who knows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YuutaMaki

To be fair. I think it’s mostly underrated due to Yuit’s not having that much screentime in the main anime series so far. :oc

Especially since NobaMaki is the more popular ship in the fandom iirc.

But yeah! Love them! They be opposites, but also similar in a way. Ya feel me?

And their dynamics and ideals conflicts be compelling to meeee~

ShuAke

Hoooo boiiiii.

These two… these two mannnn!

The one sided rivalry. The complicated feelings they have towards each other! The angst! The Tragedy!!! The GAY!

Mannn, I love this ship so much man. Like both be two side of the same coinnnn~

Both could have been genuine friends and more, but fate said “no” and- Ahhhhh~

So much feels~

*ahem* I’m very normal about them.

For Genshin Ships thooo.

It’s been a while since I’ve played it. There are some ships that I do like (e.g. Chongyun x Xingqui and Ei x Yae Miko), but tbh.

I’m more interested in the more platonic (maybe queer platonic too) and familiar relationships.

Such as Kaeya and Diluc’s strained relationship. Ei and Scaramouche’s complicated relationship. And Furina and Neuvillette long and yet sort of distant relationship.

Kk! That’s all! Thank you for those who decided to read this!

And thank you CC for the ask! It was fun!!! ^w^/

[only1one1me]

Me: [is applying silicone and plaster to my friend’s head so we can make a silicone mold of their head for making cosplay masks]

Me: “Already, I’ll do my best to leave good breathing holes for your nose so I don’t suffocate you.”

Them: [feels how thick the mixture is]

Them: “IT’S THICC WITH TWO C’S, BOIIIII.”

Them: “Wouldn’t that be awful if that’s the last thing I ever got to say?”

Me: [immediately covers their mouth with silicone]

Me: “I’ll make sure of it.”

I meant for the next few hours, but in hindsight I realize it sounded villainous like I meant forever. 😂