#Just a little fic for today's post

[sastielsfandom]

It wasn't a cold snowy day, but the day did not fret, the Christmas feels were all around and about.

The Christmas tree stood tall in decorations, illuminated by green, red, yellow, and blue. Ornaments sprinkled throughout, with so many beautiful hues.

The snowflakes adorned on every arch throughout the rooms. Different sizes and shapes, all unique.

Snowmans and reindeers, angels for a little amusement. That and to bring some holiday cheer.

Holly's and mistletoe above some rooms, most for decoration, some with more intent.

Bells and popcorn threaded along the walls, a train looping around the tree with a loud whistle. Going round and round the gifts piled high and precise.

Bows a plenty, presents a glowing underneath the Christmas tree. Ribbons and name tags decorating the silver and blue reflecting paper.

Past the living room, into the bedrooms, whispers took place, siblings laughing to each other as they tried to sneak out. To visit the tree, and maybe their parents too. All with the intent to see their gifts.

Jack teleported from corner to corner, giving them the go ahead, Magda being prepared to catch anything they might knock over. Elijah listening for any movement from the other rooms.

Despite their best efforts, they didn't account for an uncle around the corner, coffee in hand, amused at their attempt.

"Turn back around and go get your parents," Dean said, and they tiptoed back to their parents room. Sighing at being caught.

It didn't deter their excitement, they could have tapped their arms or shook them a little, or jump on the bed until they jumped up themselves.

Dean heard laughter and yells of "Good morning!" and "Merry Christmas!" coming from the room, laughing into his mug, turning to start breakfast.

Within minutes, three adults were dragged by their kids to sit in front of the tree and see what they got them. Handing each parent a gift of their own.

The carefully wrapped gifts were torn open without thought, but pure excitement. Thank you's and long strings of appreciation and love fell out of their mouths. Hugs and affection were brought out.

When there was nothing more to open, the cleaning began, and help in the kitchen, some just to help themselves, appeared.

Sam and Eileen giggled as they watched Elijah sneak bacon from Dean. Castiel watching very weary as Jack climbed to set an ornament back on the tree. Magda setting up a gift from Eileen, promising to join everyone else in a second.

Eventually everyone was sat at the table, Dean nudging Jack, who told Elijah, who gestured to Magda about a hanging plant. Right above Eileen, Sam, and Castiel.

Immediately picking up on their whispers, the three looked up, and back to the guilty faces who must've set it up. As payback, they dramatized their kisses and I love you's to each other. Grossing out their kids and Dean who regretted pointing it out.

From then the day was spent checking out their gifts, drinking hot chocolate and eggnog, and making gingerbread houses that surely no one had eaten.

Baked desserts were out of the oven, to a cooling rack. Pots and pans filled with different assortments.

Laughter and conversation never stopped, especially as more people filtered into their place.

Jody and her girls, including Donna, delivered a pie that Dean intercepted nearly immediately.

The Fitzgerald family had dishes that people would miss dearly after their party.

Alicia and Max made their appearance, with non-typical gifts but greatly appreciated as they carried great magic and knowledge.

Many more who couldn't stay for long like Kevin, and Charlie who had more parties to attend to, dropped in just to say hello.

It was all great fun for everyone, sharing old stories how everyone met. Or stories that embarrassed the Winchesters that they'd never tell.

All with good jest and joy. And when the day came to an end, everyone winded down and gone home.

A fort was made that piled the family of seven, Eileen, Sam, and Castiel being used as pillows for Elijah, Magda, and Jack. Dean laying further away to avoid any kicks, and with stolen pillows underneath his head and feet.

Movies played as they drifted off junto sleep. One by one, they got their rest. Even the one who doesn't sleep managed to catch a wink.

The day wasn't snowy or cold, but warm and sunny. Perfect for them with no storms upcoming. It was a special Christmas day for everyone around.

Here here to Holiday Joy, for them, and you, the reader, happy holidays to all!

[moodyvoid]

Here… take my cringy Tomura x Reader fic.

(aka Tomura gets hit with a quirk that makes him expose his true feelings for you in a physical way not like that)

Tomura is hit by an enemy’s quirk during a mission. You run up to him and lean down to check on him. “Tomura, are you okay?”

He opens his eyes, looking at you. His expression was blank for a moment before there’s a mysterious intensity in his eyes. He suddenly pushes himself up and grabs you, pushing you down to the ground.

“Uhhh, Tomura?!” you ask, startled and confused by his actions as he presses you against the ground with a force. The other league members start to approach, “Stay back! Something isn’t right!” you warn them.

Spinner grabs the enemy, “What did you hit him with? Some kind of deranged murder quirk?” he demands to know.

The enemy shakes his head, “No! My quirk only accentuates pre-existing feelings! If he wants to kill them, that’s on him!”

Twice tilts his head to the side, “Tomura wouldn’t want to kill them—“

Tomura grabs you by the throat, a single finger lifted. He gazes down into your eyes.

“Tomura wants to kill them!” Twice says, about to intervene when Toga stops him.

“No, he doesn’t!” Toga says.

Tomura leans down and presses his lips against yours. Everyone freezes as they definitely weren’t expecting him to kiss you.

“Awww, see?” Toga smiles, “Tomura has a crush!”

“Ew. I would have rather he killed them.” Dabi says.

“Turn it off.” Spinner says.

The enemy rolls his eyes, “I can’t just turn it off. I’d have to be knocked unconscious—“

Mr. Compress uses his cane to place a firm, sharp whack to the back of the enemy’s head, causing him to pass out. Spinner lets him fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Tomura’s eyes widen and he quickly sits up, breaking the kiss and pulling his hands away from you. His expression is one of shock, then concern. He looks you over, trying to make sure that you’re alright; afraid he may have hurt you.

“It’s okay, Tomura. I’m alright.” you say to him, trying to help calm him.

His lips part as if he wanted to say something, but nothing comes out.

The enemy groans, rubbing the back of his head. Tomura sets his sights on the man and stands up, walking towards him. The enemy immediately starts trying to talk his way out of the situation, but Tomura doesn’t spare a second before grabbing his face and decaying him.

Tomura looks back over to the group and his eyes settle on you. He feels a twinge of guilt twisting in his stomach. He walks back over, holding out a hand to you. He wouldn’t blame you if you refused it, in fact, he expects your refusal. To his surprise, you take his hand and he carefully helps you back up to your feet.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

He nods. He’s perplexed that even after what just happened, you’re still concerned for him?

“I’m sorry.” he says, finally speaking the words he wanted to say earlier.

You shake your head, “You weren’t in control of that. It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to think I’d ever hurt you.” he speaks with a softer, more vulnerable tone than you’re used to hearing from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you say. “I trust you. Even when you were completely out of control, you still made sure not to decay me.”

He looks away, taking your words into consideration. He notices your hand is still in his. You really do trust him. He looks back up at you, the two of you catching eyes.

Toga speaks up, shouting from across the field, “Are you gonna kiss again?!?!”

Tomura looks away from you, “Shut up, Toga! Can we turn our focus back to the mission? We’ve already wasted enough time here!” he argues, going back to his normal tone. His voice trails off as the two of you walk back over to meet with the league.

You follow along with the group as Tomura leads you all forward. Both of you still feel the kiss lingering on your lips. Both of you want to feel it again— on your own terms.

[hai-nae]

meant to post these sketches a few days ago? a week? but, well, life.

[myokk]

my first attempt at digital art (never again🥲) for mctober💘

Eloise Babbit✨

slytherin

5th year

favorite subjects: arithmancy & ancient runes

least favorite subject: beasts (animals make her nervous🥲)

hobbies: reading & thinking (IT’S A HOBBY OKAY??)

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

remembered @hehe-hoho-ohno's misfits au it's sooooo good and i love it. CHEERS AND APPLAUSE. YAY

[xoxoemynn]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Hello OFMD crew, I know this isn't how we wanted to be spending our Pride month but I'm so happy to be spending it with you.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[icewindandboringhorror]

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

[littleplantfreak]

For good luck

Two leaders leave their partners to go to battle - not without a token of their love though

or to put it less dramatically, you give Choji and Ume something for good luck before a fight (separately)

SFW anddddd no other warnings ig

Characters: Umemiya Hajime, Choji Tomiyama

Tomiyama Choji

You're holding two cards left in this UNO match and one happens to be a draw 4. Just as you're about to put in down on the pile, Togame walks into the room carrying Choji's jacket.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it's about time for that fight, Choji." He looks to you apologetically and your boyfriend looks at the clock on the wall.

"Uno," you place your second to last card down and he looks back to the pile.

"Again?" Choji whines drawing four into his now ten card pile. It isn't the first time this round you had him drawing stacks of cards. You think he might just be incredibly bad at the game given how often you win.

"When you get back, the color's green," you say faking grumpiness at the fact that he's leaving right before you secure victory.

"If I win can it be red?" he pouts and furrows his brow. It's his equivalent of puppy dog eyes that he pulls out at least once a day, so although he looks adorable, nose all scrunched in upset, you're used to this ploy. There is no mercy in UNO and he knows that.

"You know you're going to win, and no, it's green." His cheeks are puffed out like a hamster as he puts his jacket on, but his mood switches up and suddenly he's the trusted leader of Shishitoren, ready to lead his guys into their next brawl. He still silly and excited, your little lionheart, as he gets pumped up to fight, but he's a little more serious too. "Choji." Never one to want to interrupt when he's about to go all out, but knowing it wouldn't feel right to let him leave like this, you're standing, waiting for him to remember the small tradition you two began in the beginning of your relationship.

The first time you ever sent him off to a fight, you were so nervous even Choji could tell. He'd said you were really lucky, so if you squeezed him as hard as you could the luck would rub off on him like a charm. You weren't really lucky, but you knew he was practically unbeatable if what Togame told you was to be believed. It did also calm your nerves, so you elected to always send him off this way just in case.

"I almost forgot my hug!" He spins and runs into you, grabbing you in an embrace.

"Big squeeze!"

"Even bigger squeeeeze!" Stretching your words to prolong the hug, you both release the insanely tight holds you had on each other. He's out of the door before you can say anything else, Togame close behind.

Leaving the cards on the stage of the Ori you were playing on earlier, you decide to make a quick trip to the store for snacks. Surely they were gonna be hungry when they got back, right?

Umemiya Hajime

"I'll hold down the fort while you guys are gone," you say, not looking up from the song book. Your boyfriend is the last to leave after hearing there's a fight outside the Karaoke Bar on Keisei Street. Nakamura and his gang were surely already there taking care of whatever troublemakers showed up, but your Furin boys couldn't hear the word fight without running towards it.

"Babe," his voice is strained as he's ready to head out. "can you...y'know?"

"Can I what, Hajime?" You put on an unaffected act, but it's not one you can hold for long. He taps his cheek as he bends towards you, a little bashful now that you're actually looking his way. "What do I get in return for giving you all my hard-earned luck hm?"

"My everlasting love and affection princess," he says bending his knee in front of you in an equally regal display. He places a small kiss on your hand and sees you crack a smile despite your initial play of indifference.

"How could anyone pass up an offer like that," you giggle, giving your prince a good luck kiss on the corner of his mouth as by accident. "You'll get a full one after you're back and in one piece," a hint of warning in your voice as you send him off. You hate when he comes back hurt, even if he says it's not that bad and that you really should see the other guy. A heavy sigh leaves you as you're left alone for whatever amount of time it takes for your boys to return from battle.

Once they're back, more people than had initially left showed up. It seems some of the Roppo-ichiza group heard there was karaoke and decided to tag along dragging some new faces into the room, not that you mind. Umemiya pops in while everyone is saying their hellos and takes his seat next to you again.

"You're back from war huh?"

"Yes ma'am! Can I collect my kisses now?" He's extra clingy, feeling bad that he left you alone for even a short while.  You can see no one is really hurt from the fight save for a few bloody knuckles and swollen cheeks. Ume himself only has a small bruise on his jaw and small cuts on his hands. "Gotta heal you first," you say putting your lips to his knuckles, your intention to kiss every injury being made clearer the farther along you progress. What he doesn't know as you're distracting him is that you've queue'd up 'baby shark' on the karaoke tablet about 20 times as payback for leaving you by yourself.

[tetzoro]

a little morning hello from mr luffy himself ! happy friday friendz ! a few more hours and we will be at the weekend 🙂‍↕️ what a week it’s been ! i think we all deserve a little treat for getting though it hehe be gentle to yourself today and have a great one <3

[neixins]

hm. i apparently have an unpopular opinion about yona’s decision during her conversation with hiryuu…… like. obviously she’s motivated by the desire to save her friends—she loves them and cares about them deeply and is scared of losing them—and there’s some selfishness in that (on a more facetious note though, god forbid teenage girls do anything i guess…). but the interpretation of her decision as selfish to the point of cruelty and/or naïveté just doesn’t sit right with me. like there is no solution to the conundrum she was presented with that doesn’t involve tragedy. and i’m never, ever letting anyone forget that jaeha, gija, and sinha were never given a choice regarding zeno’s whole murder-suicide plan, and they don’t regret being alive, so wouldn’t changing the past and effectively erasing them from existence (when they already have no agency atm!!!!) be so much more cruel? wouldn’t discarding two millennia worth of lives, regardless of how painful they’d been, be so much more cruel? does a life lived not matter because there was suffering?

and yona values life, even when it hurts, so she was never gonna make a different choice, and i just don't think that that's extremely selfish or naïve of her; the dragon warriors are not just vessels for the gods, they're people, and they don't deserve to be erased because the gods don't care about the pain they cause, and she can't confront the gods in the dream realm, she has to do it in her present which can't exist if she changes it! (also on a purely narrative level, any other choice would've basically rendered 40+ volumes of the story pointless.) and besides, it's more interesting to focus on trying to make things better rather than rewriting the past, and she'll have to sacrifice something to save everyone (the part of her that's a reincarnation of hiryuu, obviously, and possibly something more) which will even things out anyway.

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp wants to make a cake for Sanji's birthday so he begs him to stay away from the kitchen for a while. Go read with Robin. Hang out with Luffy. Play with Chopper. Sunbathe with Nami. Whatever. As long as he doesn't come into the kitchen.

To say he's afraid would be an understatement. He has seen Usopp cooking and he isn't bad. Just... Average person skills. He can boil water, unlike some others (cof cof mosshead and Luffy cof cof) but baking a cake is entirely different. Sanji is scared for his boyfriend's safety and his kitchen. Mostly his kitchen.

He just waits next to the door until it's done, unable to even rest because the thought of what could be happening inside scares the shit out of him. He really, really wants to take a look inside but he's being respectful of his boyfriend's wishes. But God, if he messes up...

But he??? He doesn't???

The cake turns out extremely good. Borderline surprising. Astonishing. Sanji can't even speak. Okay, maybe it isn't perfect and maybe Sanji would've changed some stuff but- But it's perfect for him and it's well-made and it isn't average because it's obvious it's made with so, so much love and care.

"Where- Where the hell did you learn to do this?" Sanji needs to ask this because there is no way Usopp managed to make this without any prior experience. "I didn't teach you this." And the thought of another cook teaching Usopp how to bake a cake makes him shiver with jealousy.

Usopp smiles proudly, pointing a finger to his chest. "Well, did I ever tell you I used to be the most fam-" Sanji raises an eyebrow at him, knowing it's obviously a lie, and Usopp sighs, lowering his shoulders. He laughs at his own behavior. "Sorry, but I did bake a lot of cakes when I was a kid. My mom couldn't get out of bed, but she wanted to celebrate anyway and we didn't have much money to buy one, so... I made my own. Also made Kaya's when she was sick." But he doesn't look sad about it... Just nostalgic.

Sanji kisses him. Out of nowhere and tasting his sugary lips he used to taste the cake. When they move away, Usopp blushing uncontrollably, Sanji hums. "Is it- is it good? Do you like it?" The sniper asks, a bit too nervously keeping in mind his prior confidence.

"The kiss or the cake?" Sanji smirks.

"The cake, obviously."

"Perfect." He kisses him again. "You, the cake, your kisses. Always sweet and perfect."

And Sanji thinks he will let Usopp bake his next birthday cake. And the next. And the next. If it means he will be able to taste it on his lips every time.

[saline-coelacanth]

I figured I would draw Storm Vessel Jay with this format eventually. Idk what it is, I just like drawing characters (usually from my aus) with this text.

Bonus version without the text because I like this pose a lot

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday but make it a short fic i wanna finish and post tonight

for fun you know (stressed) (based on this tumblr au)

“Excuse me, sir,” a man says, voice coming from beside his shoulder. Anakin keeps his eyes closed pointedly. If he just stays very quiet and very still, then maybe the man will go away. 

It doesn’t seem to work because a moment later, the man continues as if Anakin has given him any sort of indication that that’s an option. “Your shoes are untied.” 

Oh.

This again.

Anakin’s wrist, where the same words are written on his skin in dark blue soul ink, burns the way it always does when he hears that sentence. 

He can never tell if the ache is real or psychosomatic, if the lurch in his heart is a normal response to a half-connection—-a moment where someone speaks your words and you haven’t yet replied to either complete the match or prove it to be a coincidence—or if it’s just because Anakin’s a die-hard romantic and he always has been.

But today—today has been such a shit day. Today has been just such a shit day and he has no patience left for any well-meaning stranger, any lurches of his heart. He should have tied his damn shoes just to avoid this whole mess of an unwanted social interaction, but after nineteen years of having his laces untied, he’d just forgotten all about them as he closed up shop.

And now, this. 

When he opens his eyes and turns his head to face the stranger, he doesn’t actually think he’ll say anything but a very terse, thank you. Or I know. 

And then he sees the other man, an older guy with a well-groomed, perfectly trimmed beard, holding a jaunty umbrella that’s keeping the rain off of an impeccable looking fucking pea-coat in one hand and a dog’s leash in the other. The corgi at the end of the leash has on a fucking yellow raincoat, same shade as the umbrella, and when Anakin looks back at his face, the man raises a skeptical eyebrow, clearly having just given him the same sort of once-over he’s given the man and been struck deeply unimpressed.

“Mind your own fucking business, you fucking asshole,” Anakin snarls, stuffing his hands in his pockets and swinging back around to glare out at the busy street. The cars still have not slowed, the crosswalk light staying a faithful red.

The man beside him is silent for a moment, two. He’s probably never had anyone speak to him like that in his entire life, Anakin thinks derisively. Fucking uppercrust accent. Fucker puts a dog in a raincoat, he should be called an asshole more often, he’s obviously a fucking dick—

“Well, that’s no way to speak to a stranger,” the man says primly, and Anakin’s body feels electric because he’s had a shit day and he’s not about to stand here on this cold, dirty street corner and be lectured by a man who puts raincoats on his dog.

He whips his head around, mouth already pulled back in an animalistic snarl, and the man pulls his hand out of his coat pocket and shakes the sleeves back. Where a normal rich snob may have a heavy watch, this man’s wrist is empty—save for the tail end of the word asshole.

“Or to your soulmate,” the man adds.

[pastelpousay]

Sketches I did in the past week

HELP IGNORE HOW BAD SOME IF THESE ARE BUT YEAAAAA ANYWAYS LOOK AT HADES AND OUR BABIESSSS AOKSSMMSM

Taglist: @re3tro0 @delicatestringbean @persephoneflowerpetals @maddieinheaven @glacier-alchemist @.dreamwinged

[st-peculiar]

Fuck you. Ouroboros Cycle au posting be upon ye.

Been working on this a bit off and on today in my free time, been having fun. More in the tags

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

oh my god oh my god oh my GODDDDDD i can’t BELIEVE i found these on my little rainy october thrift shop wander this morning. like, one would have been more MORE enough. but both?? at once??? i am quite simply floating and may never touch back down to earth