#I JUST STARTED ONE PIECE TODAY

[satorisoup]

oh my goodness… im going crazy >//<

[suntails]

counting sheep

[seaofashes]

🦩🦩🦩

[emily-mooon]

My favourite fish loving saint <3

[crescentfool]

yosuke hanamura but with six different lighting treatments!

[flimflamfranky]

a tribute to the best birthday boy around 💙

[dvrtrblhr]

a little wip (cropped) for kagero's bday! missed drawing this ship!

anyway, i'm not really satisfied with the direction this one is going (happens A LOT) so i might just scrap it and try again some other time (like in a year lol)

[mbirnsings-71]

guys I'm not gonna lie to you- I just wanted to draw wings today-

[kyurochurro]

simon dobbles :DD

[lucabyte]

PURRGATORIO SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT (x)

Doodles for The Mall again because I really enjoy the just. Horrid vibes of this one. Ali what is your fucking problem, man?

Ali's stage-makeup disguise is something I've wanted to get to since Purrgatorio started so I'm jazzed to draw it. They're covered in so much F/X wax where a professional would use latex... This weird little fursona of theirs should be appearing every now and again from hereon...

[nemaliwrites]

10,025 words today! my first 10k day since a year and a half ago surprisingly, but i still got it! i didn't actually work on this fic today, but have a snippet from the post wish AU - i need to get back to this...

“M. Agreste!” one of the reporters calls. He shoulders his way to the front, face painted with a layer of curiosity. Beneath that, poison. “Does your wife’s recovery have anything to do with Monarch’s defeat?”

Several things happen at once: Gabriel’s hand slips out of Emilie’s. He steps forward, raising that same hand — to do what, he does not know. He will never find out. Because before he can do anything, Adrien is there. Anticipating his reaction. Catching him, stopping him. Fingers wrapping around his forearm. Experienced with pain as he is, Gabriel flinches away. 

Silence.

His outburst has not gone unnoticed, captured by no less than fifty cameras. There is no escape. Not in the last world and not in this one. Monarch. He thought he’d left the crown behind, that he would be the only one who knew that name. It would fade away to time, as would his actions — though his rule would remain, always and forever. 

“Forgive us,” Emilie says with a smile, because things have flipped now and it’s her saving him. Adrien saving him. Everyone coming to Gabriel’s rescue. “We’ve, well, we’ve had our hands full lately, in more ways than one. Learning to be a family again doesn’t leave much time for following the news.”

“Oh, of course!” the man replies. “Mme. Graham de Vanily, if you knew what France has been like in the last year, you would hardly believe it. Magic, superheroes, it’s all so—“

“Her name,” Gabriel grits out, “is Agreste.”

“—and remarkable, isn’t it? Perhaps it’s another result of Chat Noir’s victory. Monarch has been defeated and here you are, healed!”

Adrien makes a strangled sound, as though it’s him that’s struggling to breathe right now and not Gabriel. “Whose victory?”

[beanghostprincess]

headcanon that actually sanji's eyes are each of a different color (like, blue and soft brown kind of very yellowish. heterochromia is beautiful like that) and after the time skip, when he changes his hairstyle, nobody actually notices because after 2 years of not seeing each other of course they wouldn't remember his eye color. and he actually prefers it this way because he can't deal with them laughing about it now.

but then, one night, when usopp and him are on night guard together for the first time in ages (they're both pining idiots and lost the chance to confess when sabaody happened) usopp won't stop staring at him, focused on his eye, specifically. sanji takes a drag of his cigarette and he feels himself getting more nervous by the second. "is the smoke bothering you or-"

"no!" usopp replies a bit too fast, blushing and instantly bringing his hand to the back of his neck, looking around to avoid sanji's face for a while. "i was just thinking..." he takes a deep breath, and goes back to looking at sanji. the cook won't stop thinking about how long the sniper's hair is and the way it gently falls over his shoulders as he speaks. he doesn't even notice usopp's lovesick stare when he speaks. "your eyes. i liked the blue one. reminds me of the sea."

sanji's heartbeat stops for a second there, and he almost chokes on the smoke but covers it with a dry laugh. "so this one isn't pretty enough for your liking, then?" he tries to sound sarcastic and prays for usopp not to notice the way his voice falters with fear.

usopp's eyes are wide open. "of course it is! it's- it's pretty. really... pretty." the sniper feels his body shaking as he tries to fix what he said. they're both acting stupid, blushing and trying not to seem too focused on the other. but it's not like neither of them can hold back from staring at each other. silence comes, and somehow usopp has the courage to smile. "it's just like sand. or gold."

"that's the best metaphor you can come up with, longnose?" he says this as if he wasn't on the verge of tears.

the sniper shrugs his shoulders. "why would you cover one? together they'd be, you know, like the beach. sand, gold, the sea... it's- um- cool."

sanji raises his eyebrow at that, and scoffs as he takes another drag of his cigarette. he doesn't want to finish it that early, or he won't have anything to do with his hands later. "i wouldn't hear the end of it if i did."

"but they're beautiful!" usopp insists. they've been sitting closer and closer.

beautiful.

something inside of sanji breaks after hearing that word, looking up at the night sky for a moment with a bittersweet smile. "well, men aren't supposed to be be-"

"why not?" that catches him off guard. usopp's decisive eyes meet his. the sniper's hand is shaking, but he still makes an effort to touch sanji's hair ever so slightly, thinking twice about it. their faces are so close sanji refuses to smoke in case he burns usopp. "can i?"

sanji looks around for a few seconds, and thinks about refusing. about denying him the chance to see his face completely. to witness what he truly looks like. but he nods, anyway. "you tell somebody about this and i murder you. they haven't noticed yet."

usopp hums at that, a tiny, excited smile showing up on his lips. "because they don't pay attention to you. only an idiot wouldn't be able to notice."

"maybe you pay too much attention to me." and it kind of sounds like 'i don't deserve that you do'.

but usopp finally moves his hair to the side, and the way his breathing twitches says 'you deserve everything. you're everything' and the sniper kind of hopes he hears it. usopp takes a deep breath, letting his other hand travel to sanji's face so he can hold it better. the cook grabs him by the wrist but keeps it there.

they're both shaking.

sanji lets out an embarrassed laugh, something that usopp has never heard coming from him. "not that cool when you see both at the same time, huh? the eyebrows are also-"

"you're gorgeous."

before any of them can panic at usopp's sudden comment, sanji's grip on his wrist tightens. usopp notices, looking down at his lips for a second, going back at his eyes again.

they keep looking at each other for a while, realizing that usopp is kind of almost on top of sanji at this point, and that neither of them wants the other to move away. they just want- need each other closer.

sanji is so overwhelmed by his words he isn't sure of what to say, so he just slides his hand to grab usopp's tightly. beautiful. gorgeous. it's breaking him. it's too much. and yet, he wants more.

"can you- say it again?"

"you're beautiful." he breathes out. "gorgeous. the prettiest person i've ever-"

"oh, shut up!" sanji can't help but laugh at the exaggeration, but usopp is completely serious.

oh, fuck, he's being completely serious. because the sniper is now too close to him, and he isn't smiling anymore. "can i draw you someday?"

and perhaps it's the butt of the cigarette burning his fingertips, but he feels brave enough to lean into usopp. "can you kiss me first?" and it comes out instinctively.

the way the sniper jumps a bit, surprised at his words is endearing enough for the cook to smile right away. "what? yes? yes. of course. yes. yea-"

it's sanji who kisses him.

and he thinks, while all the ashes fall completely on the deck, that he'll keep covering one of his eyes. not because he doesn't think they're beautiful enough to be seen. not because he's ashamed.

he just doesn't want usopp to get used to them. he wants him to draw him and kiss him and hold him like this forever, every time he sees both of his eyes and eyebrows, like the first time. forever. and besides, the sniper is right. the others didn't even notice. perhaps they will after a few more days of being together, but for now?

maybe sanji really, really likes the fact that usopp is the only one that pays this much attention to him.

[bonicedemandarina]

More jinx fanart just because

[hummingjay]

AAAAND the Yuri!!!!! (she's eepy)

yeah uh geier still belongs to @schwarzgeier as per usual

[quirkle2]

Shigeo still doesn’t know how to answer. He hasn’t answered, and he knows that’s weird, and maybe a bit creepy, but it’s also characteristic of him, so maybe he doesn’t need to stress over it. He simply sits there in the heavy rain instead and watches Reigen’s pink tie get dragged by the gales. And then Serizawa crouches down, lowers his hand out, and shelters Shigeo’s head with the draped fabric of a clear umbrella. In Shigeo’s world, the rain stops.

scene from my wip fic recondite :]

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

It's your blood that haunts my dreams and sticks to my hands, not mine.

Please Stop Replacing My Memories (They Are All I Have)