#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 💙⁉️👁️👾❤️

[imadumdumjewel]

I’ve designed Rudolf’s Ninja design! He’s the newest Ninja after the legacy having gone dormant for some decades since Randy defeated the greatest evil. He’s got more flair than his dad, but he does fill the pressure to fill in his dad’s shoes as the successor.

More about him later

[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

[ur-dad-satan]

I’m certain that MC would purposely not introduce some vines to the undatables and use their reactions as entertainment. Like, I can imagine MC wanting to see all of the undatables' reactions to a certain vine like:

MC: * cooking with Luke* Hey Luke?

Luke: Yeah MC?

MC: Angel boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu (as a son)

Luke: Aww, MC I love you too! you're the best! *hugs them*

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *hanging out with Solomon* Solo!

Solomon: What's up?

MC: Country boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Solomon: I love youuuuuuuu too *laughs*

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *having tea with Barbatos* Barbs?

Barbs: Yes, MC?

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Barbs: *Smiling* Thank you, MC. I love you too.

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *distracting Diavolo from his work* (he asked them too) Hey Dia?

Dia: Yes, Doll?

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Dia: *ecstatic* Oh MC! I love you too!!

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: * shopping with Simeon* Hey Sim?

Sim: Is something the matter, MC?

MC: Angel boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Sim: Oh! Is that all? I love you too MC! *kisses their hand*

[devilishdelights]

official ref for my MC yeah boiiiii

They/them, 23 or smth, queer, insane, pathetic loser that tries 2 be cool, would kill for little D No.2

ohh and the crow is karasu. Ik he’s not a real bird in game but to me he’s REAL!!! He’s just the mascot for their DDD’s….! And is best friends with my MC. Also like the hc that mammon sends his crows to watch over MC when he’s not there, and consequently my MC now has multiple crow buddies. They would also die for them.

[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.)

[cherry-froggie]

lament

summary — [Name] and Xiao become friends and eventually develop feelings for each other, but are hesitant to act on them. Xiao seeks counsel from a wise figure, Morax, who may not give the advice he expected.

tags — angst, this does not end very well, rip in pepperonis

notes — more anemo boiiiiis

words - 1k

MASTERLIST || REQUESTS

When you were younger, you had heard the tale of a yaksha named Xiao who roamed the lands of Liyue. This powerful being was feared by many for his immense strength, capable of defeating any enemy that dared to cross his path.

One day, while out for a walk in the forest, you stumbled upon the very yaksha from the tales. At first, Xiao was hesitant to engage with you and did everything in his power to avoid your company. Undeterred, you continued to visit Xiao in the forest every day, bringing him food and trying to strike up a conversation.

Over time, Xiao began to grow more comfortable in your presence and even looked forward to your daily visits. He started to enjoy your company and the two of you became friends.

As the months passed, you and Xiao spent almost every day together, exploring the forest and enjoying long walks along the beaches of Liyue at sunset after a hard day of work.

It wasn't long before both of you realized that you had developed feelings for the other, but were hesitant to make a move due to different fears and uncertainties. While you were worried about the possibility of rejection, Xiao struggled to understand the implications and consequences of these newfound feelings.

In search of guidance, Xiao turned to a trusted, wise figure - Morax, the wise, ancient being with a wealth of knowledge and experience. He listened patiently as Xiao poured out his heart.

Zhongli stood before Xiao, his regal bearing exuding a sense of wisdom and authority. His long, flowing robes seemed to almost glide as he walked, a testament to his refined and cultivated nature.

Xiao looked up at Zhongli, a sense of worry in his eyes.

After a long, thoughtful silence, he spoke, "My dear friend, I understand your pain and your dilemma." Zhongli said, his voice deep and calm.

Xiao kept still, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Zhongli's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on Xiao's shoulder. "I have seen the way you and [Name] look at each other when you're alone. It pains me to say it, but it is best to reject [Name]'s feelings. It would be unfair to both of you to seek a relationship when you do not have the chance to live together for long."

Xiao let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I understand. But hard for me to let go of something that brings me so much joy."

Zhongli nodded understandingly. "I understand the feeling of losing someone that brings light into your life like the sun breaking through the clouds on a rainy day, and I do not want you to go through such a thing with [Name]. Getting involved with them will only lead to a storm of heartache in the end. You will eventually outlive them, and the pain of losing them will be agonizing. It would be like trying to hold onto sand slipping through your fingers."

Xiao looked down at the grass, his eyes showed a loss of hope. "Is there no other way? Could I not become human and join them? Could they not extend their life?"

Zhongli's expression turned somber, and he shook his head. "I wish it were that simple, Xiao. But alas, it is not. The best thing you can do for [Name] is to let them go and find someone who can share their entire lifespan with them. It may be difficult, but it is the ultimate act of love and selflessness for the one you care for."

Xiao let out a heavy sigh, his heart feeling weighty in his chest. Having to turn you away felt like trying to cut ties with a part of himself, but he still felt grateful for Zhongli's words.

Moons passed and suns rose, until you eventually decided to make the first move as you mustered up the courage to confess your love to Xiao. You knew it wasn't going to be easy, but you couldn't hide your feelings any longer.

Xiao was torn. On one hand, he loved you more than anything in the world and the thought of being with you filled him with joy. But on the other hand, he knew that your time together would be limited and the thought of eventually losing you was too much for him to bear.

"I'm sorry, but I can not accept your feelings, [Name]," Xiao said regretfully. "As much as I care about you, I cannot risk the pain of losing you in the future. It's not fair to either of us. Please, give me some time for me for now."

You were heartbroken by his rejection, but you understood where he was coming from. You knew that Xiao was trying to do what was best for both of you in the long run, even though it meant sacrificing your happiness.

Despite the pain, you knew that you had to respect Xiao's decision and let him go. You couldn't force him to love you if he wasn't ready, and you couldn't keep holding onto something that was never meant to be.

As the days passed, you tried your best to move on and put the pain behind you. You threw yourself into your work and your hobbies, trying to fill the void in your heart.

But no matter what you did, you couldn't shake off the memories of Xiao and the love that could have been. You missed him every day and wished with all your heart that things could have been different.

As for Xiao, he lived the rest of his life with a heavy heart, regretting the decision he had made. He knew that he had let the love of his life slip through his fingers and he would always regret it. But it was too late. [Name] was long gone, lost to the passage of time.

Xiao lived the rest of his life in solitude, haunted by the memory of [Name] and the love that could have been.

MASTERLIST || REQUESTS

thanks for reading!!

[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.