#I. COMPLETELY FORGOT ABT THIS PIECE

[realrosielol]

BE A FLOWER

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

🖤🩶🤍💜

[bestdressedchuuya]

WAIT ok so I've read all the one piece chapters digitally and for some reason viz stopped including the sbs question stuff after a certain point, BUT I won this physical volume a while ago and I was just flipping through it and saw this

And like yeah, we know sanji's eyebrows change direction when he goes sicko mode, but I NEVER realized that the siblings' eyebrows are supposed to look like double 6s?? Judge actually manipulated the way their eyebrows grew so it would look like his dumbass logo?? What the fuck is wrong with this man

[toothlesstdm]

Redrew an old piece I did back in 2020 yesterday! Very rough/messy, but i'm very proud of it :] Did it as a lil comfort thing inbetween owed work since life has been crazy recently.. wanted to treat myself to something personal! Original from 2020:

[toraoistired]

would.

[angelsdean]

i return to tumblr after a few hours away to 99+ notifs in my activity thinking yeah yeah another day on spnblr esp today on spn's bday. but no, the notifs were from my quiet little main blog bc @hauntedpearl has been reblogging all my writing 🥹💞

[inkedhorror]

oh when did that happen...

[hiddenbeks]

more than a month after my previous kotor update i am happy to announce that i have finally met jolee and had him join me <3

[techno-rat]

google dot com how to tell if this customer at work is trying to date me .

[arolesbianism]

There's a well 🎉

[geddy-leesbian]

LOL JUST STARTED WRITING A MEGA FUCKED UP SERRENNEDY FIC INSPIRED BY THIS SCENE

[hannnsh]

joel and grian’s rampage ⚔️❤️💛💚

my piece for trafficzine 6th edition ! what a lovely project and im very happy with my piece and i hope you all like it too ✨

rant below ⬇️

eeekkk its finally here yipee!!!! i can finaly post this hehehe, i had to resist the urge to post this and it has been sitting in my gallery for so long LOL but ey its here now and ahh im so happy w how it came out 😆😆 genuinely one of my best drawings and its definitely one of my fav pieces ever hehe

okay so lets talk abt the drawing, my theme was joel and grian’s rampage in the finale, i drew the top 5 people who made it to the finale hehe. i also drew the family bc i cannot get over them

i tried to portray them as like their final moments kinda thing, pearl died in the bamboo thing, completely unaware when grian killed her, like a stab at the back and she’s gone, her health was pretty low too so its like a very swift death. cleo, she was running away from joel and the way i draw her is to show resignation almost (?) bc there isnt any hope left and from what i understand in the video, cleo didnt rlly try to fight back she just, ran and ran. for ren (or martren) i made him holding his sword in a stance bc when he died he was fighting joel like literally fighting, unlike the two others, and ends up dying fighting.

for grian and joel in the middle, joel has a sword and grian has an arrow (supposedly a bow) bc thats the weapon they mostly used in the scene. the joel in the bg pietrays his takeover of the whole thing, w an enderpearl bc he uses the thing quite a lot and uh idk i just wanted to paint an enderpearl lol. the family is on the bottom of the piece to show the goal or motivation joel has to win (?) am i making sense lol

im rlly rlly happy w how this turned out, its a big piece that i worked rlly hard on and eventho it was very uh hard to finish bc i get demotivated a lot but i pushed thru and finished the thing !!!

go check out the actual zine to see the other pieces and contributions, everyone did so well its amazing

edit, i forgot to tag them😭 @trafficzine

[rabbitinashell]

Here is the 'next thing' I was talking abt, and don't beat me with your slippers, and some kind anon told me the artist of the art: @/tappeee on X(previously Twitter)

The moment the door shut behind you, a shiver ran down your spine. Not from fear—no, not quite. It was the weight of their presence, the realization that you were utterly at their mercy.

Mydei was the first to step forward, the low click of his boots against the floor setting a rhythm that made your breath hitch. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze—sharp, calculating, burning with something far more dangerous than simple desire.

“You walked in here willingly,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. “How bold.”

Behind you, Phainon moved just as smoothly, his presence a shadow curling around you, inevitable and inescapable. His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear, his voice softer but no less commanding. “Do you understand what that means, little one?”

Your lips parted, but no words came. Mydei chuckled, low and indulgent, as if your silence pleased him more than any answer you could give. His grip on your chin tightened, just enough to keep you still. “She doesn’t. Not yet.”

Phainon’s fingers traced down your spine, deliberate, slow. “Then we’ll make sure she learns.”

Your body tensed between them, caught in the heat of their attention, in the space where control had never been yours to begin with. Mydei didn’t rush. He wanted you to feel it—the weight of anticipation, the awareness of just how helpless you were against them. Phainon, ever patient, let his fingers ghost over your skin, coaxing a shudder, a gasp, a reaction he would undoubtedly use against you later.

“You’re trembling already,” Mydei noted, tilting his head as if studying you. “Did you think we’d be gentle?”

Phainon’s chuckle was dark, edged with something almost cruel. “Poor thing. She still thinks she has a choice.”

The realization struck in full force then, the full scope of what it meant to be here, between them. They weren’t merely going to take you. They were going to ruin you, piece by piece, until you forgot what it even meant to resist.

And the worst part? You didn’t want to fight it.

Mydei’s fingers trailed down your throat, pressing just enough to remind you who was in control. His smirk deepened when your pulse leaped beneath his touch. “Good,” he murmured. “Let’s begin.”

Phainon’s grip tightened at your waist, pulling you back against him, his breath hot against the side of your neck. "No need to hold back," he whispered, his fingers dancing over your skin with an unbearable slowness. "We want to hear every sound you make."

Mydei’s lips curled as he watched the way your body responded, the sharp intake of breath, the way your hands clenched as if trying to grasp onto something—anything—to ground yourself. "Already at a loss for control?" His voice was laced with cruel amusement. "You’re proving to be quite the quick learner."

Phainon’s chuckle rumbled against your back, his fingers tracing idle patterns that sent shivers racing down your spine. "She’ll break beautifully," he mused, pressing a lingering kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear. "Won’t you, little one?"

Mydei’s fingers brushed lower, teasing, testing, ensuring that every breath you took was shallow, every thought clouded with anticipation. "But breaking you isn’t enough," he murmured, voice silk over steel. "We’ll rebuild you—piece by piece—until the only thing left is what we want you to be."

Phainon smirked, tilting your head back against his shoulder, eyes glinting with something dangerously satisfied. "And you’ll thank us for it. Eventually."

They didn’t rush. They took their time unraveling you, stripping away every defense until you had no choice but to yield completely. Mydei’s grip was firm, guiding, making sure you knew exactly where you belonged. Phainon, ever patient, let the torment drag out, ensuring that each touch, each whisper, embedded itself deep within you.

When your knees finally gave out, it was Mydei who caught you, holding you in place as Phainon traced a possessive hand along your jaw. "See? That wasn’t so hard," Phainon murmured, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Now, let’s see how much further we can take you."

The door remained shut, the world outside forgotten. You were theirs now—there was no escape, no resistance left. Only the inevitable descent into their hands.

[hauntedbydreams]

Just a thought I can’t get out of my head since rewatching S2 for the billionth time…

Thinking abt how Vi doesn’t forget Caitlin’s rifle when she fights Ambessa and brings it back to the greenhouse where Warwick is.

That’s like the equivalent of modern!Vi grabbing your purse for you when you forget it. She pretends she hates carrying your purse for you, though it’s not even that girly (you prefer black or red leather bags). But secretly she loves it cause let’s be so real, other than physical touch Vi’s an acts of service kinda girl.

Designated purse holder Vi 👛

“Babe you forgot your purse again” she’s eye rolling as she holds out your leather handbag to you.

“Oh thanks baby, I totally forgot I even had it with me today! Can you just hold it for a second, I’m gonna go try this dress on!”

You leave her standing with her arm out, purse hanging from it as you whisk yourself behind the curtain of the changing room.

She’s about to protest but she really can’t complain about you giving her a chance to be useful. She can’t help it, she just loves showing you she cares by doing little things for you.

So she sits down in the changing room waiting area and patiently waits for you to come out. It’s her favorite part about going shopping with you, when you walk out the changing room, grin on your face, giving her a twirl and saying “Look Vi! What do you think? Is it too much? I really like it, but I don’t kno-“

“You look perfect baby” she’s smiling and looking at you with those soft eyes. You’re about to melt. And you almost do when she says “come on pretty girl, get changed and let’s go buy you that dress.”

You’re all giddy back in the changing room, getting dressed back into your regular clothes. You exit and go get the dress, walk around the mall and do a little more shopping, completely forgetting that Vi is still carrying your purse.

She’s been paying for everything and you’ve not needed to check your phone or fix your lipgloss the whole time so your purse was the last thing on your mind.

But after the 6th store and a lot of changing room waiting Vi’s kinda had enough and she’s about to suggest a food court or going home when you start freaking out.

“Oh my god! Oh shit! Fuck… Vi, I think I left my purse in th-”

“Right here!” She hangs up her toned arm again, purse dangling from her hand. She’s quirking an eyebrow at you and giving you such a know-it-all smirk, you can’t help but mentally punch yourself for forgetting your purse AGAIN!

You take a better look at your girlfriend and realize that not only is she carrying your purse for you, but she’s also carrying the other 6 bags of shopping you’ve done. Vi’s basically a walking hanger at this point and you kinda feel bad for not realizing sooner.

You walk up to her, dodging her outstretched arm with the purse hanging from it as you hug her neck and pull her down for a deep kiss. Vi’s eyes flutter in shock for a moment but she kisses you back.

“What was that for, cupcake?”

“Nothing, I just love you. Aaaand maybe I feel a little guilty that you’re always carrying my purse when I forget.” you’re grinning at her sheepishly as you try to take some of the shopping bags and your purse from her.

“Ah no, no, no. THIS” she lifts the bags pointedly “is my job.” She winks. “Yours is to look pretty and find us something to eat in this mall, I’m starving!”

You giggle at her, give her another kiss and head toward the food court holding her hand. (Yes, she’s managed to hold all 6 bags of shopping AND your purse in her other. HAVE YOU SEEN HER ARMS, pfft piece of cake for her)

[delight-angelsbliss]

Don't you notice how I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Heh I wanted to post this sooner but here we are

welcome to my February valentines special that will go on for the full duration of February!!

You may choose a prompt and Character from my list and request<3 this is actually my first ever special/event I'm doing lol S1 prompts from 1 - 11 are by @/novelbear they're really cool and have amazing prompts (^-^) there also inconsistent small and large texts so it's actually readable cuz it gets cut off sometimes lol!! I'd also recommend that when requesting u say which Season ur prompt is from for example "S1 nr 4 with ___" u can also request up to 3 prompts in one! I'll try my best to use it all<3 everything can be requested as platonic!! Edit: can you guys please specify gender and if it should be hcs or not? As much information as possible would be nice and helps alot

S1 Cute scenarios<3

Spending all day watching cute crafts and baking to do

Rom com marathon!!

Trying (and maybe) failing to make food heart shaped

Realizing you both have contrasting views on valentines

"Baby, I love you, really, but if I eat one more piece of chocolate I'll throw up"

Making the same reservations at the same time but different restaurants and/or the same one

"I thought you'd at least ask me to be my valentines" "we've been together for years, I thought that was a given"

Both not caring much abt valentines but get dragged to a double date by friends

"How much did this cost?" "Does that really matter?"

Spending the night walking through the city silently

Begging your partner to get matching sweaters until they say yes

Buying couple shirts and deciding the whole day which one to wear that u completely forgot ur date

Not leaving bed at all

Going to the carnival

Double dates

Confessing with a love letter

first kiss together on your first valentines

getting proposed on valentines

Picking grapes together

Making heart cake pops and eating them but they fall down

"I think I deserve a kiss"

"You didn't have to do all of this!" "Yeah, which is why I did it for you"

"I wish everyday could be like this"

"Is it just me or do your lips look softer than usual?"

"We don't have to go out"

"I can never get enough of of how pretty you look"

Ordering in and watching crime action series

"You remembered?" "Of course I did, I love you"

Trying to do pilates together only to fail miserably

Writing a love letter only to throw it away but they find it

S2 Yandere scenarios!:

"I just got some very wise advice from a wise woman..." U can ask more abt this btw and I'll explain a bit more what I mean with this

"Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this"

"Do you think I enjoy punishing you?! I don't!"

"Tell me how much you love me"

"I'm jealous of the way you are happy with them but not me"

"This world is a ugly place, you're too beautiful for it"

"I know I'm sick in the head, but you'll be my cure"

"I love it when we're so close together like this"

"Of course I'm jealous! You're mine, not theirs!"

"Dont you get it? I would die for you if you asked me to"

"Your skin is so soft"

"I just love the last souvenir of your eye so much that I'd like the other one please"

"I could kill you if I wanted to"

"I live for you, you're like my oxygen"

"If you run, I'll break your legs"

જ⁀➴ ♡ Matchups

I actually do match ups which isn't really known cuz it's in my rules and dni lol but I do make matchups in case anyone wants one<3 this was added on 20:37 on 4th of February which is a bit later than this was posted

For a match up I need as much information as possible it's also allowed in a platonic form

If there's a preferred age range and gender

Hobbies

Likes

Dislikes

Special interests

And more would be needed (^-^)

[notroosterbradshaw]

dying to know how reader reacted to finding out she was pregnant in the boyfriend experience uni 😫 likeeee ik she wasn’t ready for kids in uncle brooster but bradley was so were there mixed feelings abt it? especially since there was no telling when he’d be deployed again

Hi nonny, I don’t know where you are in the cosmos. But this is for you x

A/N I forgot I had this. I don't have the time this close to Xmas/at all to proof/improve so for those of you still in the TGM, I hope you enjoy and merry merry, happy happy xx

“Roll the dice,” you reiterate to Bradley. “If we get pregnant, great. If we don’t…”

“It’s you and me and we are great with that,” Bradley answered, the faintest glint of hope in his shining honey eyes.

You knew he was on Team Baby. He wasn't pressing it; he couldn’t. That wasn’t fair to you… to him or anyone else. You’d said your piece well before you got engaged, and well before today.

The day you married him.

But in the back of the afterglow of lovemaking as husband and wife, you’d told him you’d go off birth control after your honeymoon if he still wanted to try for a baby. You didn’t want it to be immediate, you wanted to enjoy being married and the fun that came with it. And Bradley agreed. You didn’t want to be thinking about periods and not drinking and having the time of your lives. Bradley was busier with work now than ever before, and with the work extensions complete, new staffing, and more small business to take care of, even though you were together every night? You were still doing your own things, barely getting into bed at the same time.

Thing was, you were only hoping to be a newlywed once - marriage wasn't as big a thing for you as it was for Bradley. And even babies. You loved your niece and nephew and Uncle Brooster was fantastic with them - it always left a pang in your heart that he would be such a good father. But even he admitted he wouldn't have the first idea of how to do it since his dad wasn't around when he was growing up and Maverick wasn't exactly an example of patriarchal learning.

You didn’t want to add the stress of calculating ovulation even if an app would do it for you, the disappointment of periods coming… you just wanted to have fun fucking, and pleasing each other as you moved into the next phase of your lives. The stress Annie went through and the lengths she was going to with IVF therapies - overwhelming hormones, nausea, mood swings, sore boobs, abdominal discomfort. God, when you had a difficult period, you could assume similarly but as Annie went through her treatments, at a fairly young age, it was eye-opening at best.

You remembered one sentence so vividly that it scared you to your bones, “When your biological clock starts… it’s all that your brain hears. You can’t undo it and it messes with your head.”

See? Terrifying. Fair for all involved.

But when your period was late after about two periods since going off birth control, you kind of hoped it was the drama of irregular periods and what it brought. It was why you went on the pill in the first place in your teens.

But there was something different as you channel surfed and Bradley cooked in the (motherfucking, finally renovated) kitchen. A strange cramping in your tummy. Not unbearable, but noticeable as you pressed against the pulsating pressure and made a face. Sighing, you unfolded yourself from the couch and moved to your handsome husband. You tenderly kissed between his shoulder blades and he gave an over the top shudder, as you giggled into his skin. He put his utensil down and turned to you, holding your chin in his calloused bug hand and giving you a quick peck before you quietly excused yourself, but not yet willing to admit to him it was to do a pregnancy test. And you weren’t entirely surprised when it revealed you were 1-2 weeks pregnant. And you weren’t entirely surprised when you showed him the positive pregnancy test after dinner that still certainly said PREGNANT in fat, bold letters.

“It tells you how many weeks?” Bradley was astonished, his eyes glued to the digital reading before him.

“Clever, huh?” you said quietly. Bradley’s honey eyes flicked to regard you. Unreadable at best, erring on the side of too quiet. Reserved, but not disappointed, he had trouble reading you sometimes, and this was one he'd need you to talk through. He needed to know exactly what was going on through your head.

“You good?” he asked softly, grasping the test in his strong palm. It was so small but it held his world in his grip. He put the test down to caress your jaw, forcing your gaze to him. “Love…” his fingers light as they sunk into the hair at the nape of your neck. “My sweet girl,” he called to you.

“I think I am. It’s just… quick," you surrender, falling into his sound touch.

“It is quick,” Bradley agreed, kissing your hair. “Is it too quick?”

“Maybe…” you admitted as he pressed a kiss into your temple and wrapped his strong arms around you. He felt too warm and he protected you without question, you really couldn’t imagine life without him right there.

“If it’s too soon, that’s okay," he said softly.

“I saw how hard it was for Annie and just expected we’d be on our own a bit longer. Genetics and shit."

He bit back his smile and your inadvertent joke, or necessary sarcasm. Bradley hummed. “I think your genetics are pretty fine, if you ask me.”

Eyes rolling in corny, you muttered his name as a warning that jokes were unnecessary at this time.

“Okay, okay,” he answered, palms up, teasing off. He knew you were withholding and he knew he was holding everything back in his body not to go over the top with the excitement bubbling in his entire being. “Love, is this what you want? If you're not ready - if you have changed your mind - ”

I just need some time,” you admitted, cutting him off. “Just to get used to…” your voice trailed.

Bradley nodded. He in no way felt like it was his place to speak and as the facial one between the pair of you? Well. So he just continued to hold you and whisper that whatever you decided was okay, and he would support you with anything you decided, a lot or not he wasn’t sure. He thought you were on the same page. He thought you both wanted this -

Like you, his insides were much and could feel himself lightheaded. He grounded himself and carefully reminded himself this wasn’t about him for now. It was getting your beautifully convoluted brain and heart to the same place his was:

Ready.

“What if this is our only chance?” You asked quietly. “What if - “ you shut your mouth and the guilt of situation started to overwhelm you. Bradley only hummed, still choosing to remain mute. “Would you hate me?”

He remained reflective a moment, choosing his words carefully his best option.

“No, love. But I would never live with myself if I forced you to do something you weren’t ready for. Come,” he took your hands and led you to the bedroom. He helped you take off your clothes, his large palm resting gently over your abdomen for just a second longer than he should have and it didn’t go unnoticed by you.

His baby in your protective, strong body.

He pulled back the duvet and patted your pillow as you snuck under the cold sheets, thinking maybe you could sleep a year. He climbed in after you, the warm skin of his chest against your back under the slowly spinning ceiling fan. His fingertips traced your hip, slowly drawing his name on your skin. "If you don't want to do this, it's okay.”

There was your voice of reason.

“But it's still something you'll need to consider pretty quick..."

Always offering you both sides.

It was silent a while and while Bradley’s excitement was guarded carefully, even he knew this conversation was not the light and excited one he thought you’d share instead.

"I want this," you were able to say, but it was easier with him not boring his eyes into yours. He kissed your shoulder and nuzzled the nape of your neck.

"I love you," he said so softly you almost didn't hear him. "I won't let you do this alone."

The fateful night you told your family and the Dagger Squad was when it really started to feel real. Your pregnancy to that point has been pretty good. You only turned green as food cooked around you so it was easy to excuse yourself and the extreme exhaustion that overwhelmed you the first trimester slinked away entering the second. You weren’t horribly unwell but things were definitely changing within you.

Boobs sore and off limits to Bradley even though he’d playfully volunteered his palms but your personal support system. It went about as well as expected.

“Just ginger ale tonight?” Bob smiled a while later. You’d been chatting quietly together while Bradley’s squad played pool and generally one-upped each other around you.

“What do you mean?” God, you hated lying to such a delight as Bob. He was so sweet, and although Bradley had alluded to his well-guarded playboy-like ways, he was always darling to you.

“I have four sisters,” he sipped his water. “She pretended she was drinking bourbon and ginger ale to throw everyone off the scent she was…” he chuckled quietly and you’d be damned if you’d figured him out. “It’s okay,” he said quickly. “I understand if you’re just not drinking tonight.”

And while your family was aware of your news, Bradley had sworn not to tell his friends just yet. You weren’t ready to be looked in on 24/7 by overzealous Navy pilots.

“Nearly four months,” you said quietly.

“Phoenix guessed a little less,” he winked. “I won’t tell, but I’m very happy for you both. This baby will be so loved. Or smothered,” he shrugged playfully. “One of the two.”

“Bob?”

“Yes, ma’am?” He responded as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“This is how you do it, isn’t it?”

“Do what?” He played dumb.

“Find women. Because you watch and listen.” And suddenly it all made such sense as he blushed, toying with his glass.

“I can’t reveal all my trade secrets, but showing a little interest helps,” he admitted.

“I wanna know all your tricks. You’re absolutely fascinating to me.”

And for the first time, you heard Bob Floyd cackle as he nodded. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but that’s never gonna happen.”

"You're getting deployed?" you look at Bradley, eyes wild, six months of baby belly between you. His head fell back.

"I know."

"You know?" you screeched, spoiled for months of your husband home and he finds himself deployed as you enter your final trimester. "Bradley, you'll be away for the birth of your daughter."

"I know..." he said a little meeker. He was sick about this conversation. Sick.

"Did you not put in the leave paperwork?"

"Of course I did. Baby, this classification is my first real role as team leader. As command.”

"Who's going with you?"

"Payback, Fanboy," he confirmed softly.

“Will you be home for Christmas?”

He nodded. “Yes,” he stepped towards you, his large palms sinking into the round belly under his grasp, tickling the stretching skin. You sighed and collapsed into his hold. “Even if I have to jump overboard and swim back myself, I will be here for Christmas. I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just scared. The birth is one thing… but I can’t raise a baby in my own,” you said, the fear in your evident.

“And I’d never let you,” he whispered into your hair.

"If you see one ounce of action, I swear to you, don't dare come home."

He nodded. Dear God, he knew. The most danger Bradley Bradshaw had ever been in was at this moment. And as his baby girl kicked him from her little cocoon in retaliation for making her Mama wild, he knew that nothing g else mattered anymore and that someway, somehow he was going to find a way to be home for his girls.

masterlist.