#THIS WAS SO CUTEEE

[nicoledemaras]

Kitty… don’t be scared. Everyone loves you.

— ⟢ ASABA HARUMASA — “PICTURE BOOK” ⟣ —

[chaosandchaos]

iii, iv, and ii 🫶 Prague source

[stressed-sock]

"Tanguish, O Tanguish, how happy we are. Alone together, warrior and cat."

from a ficlet by @silverskye13 :3

[fiddleford-mcgucket-enjoyer]

You are a monster for making me cry like this. Absolutely amazing work, 10/10.

[EXT: the sound of rhythmic, crunching footsteps]

“Martin?”

“Hmm?”

“After all this, after we’ve – what do you want to do? If we manage to – ”

“When we manage to.”

“Fine, when all this goes back to the way it was, what do you want to do?”

“Hmm. [thoughtful pause, trudging steps] Well, I mean, I think we deserve a holiday.”

“Fancy somewhere sunny? [teasing] You imagine us heading off to the Costa del Sol or something?”

“God, no. For one thing, I burn like that.” [snaps fingers]

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Ten minutes and I’m all gross and sweaty and red as a lobster.”

“Ha. I’d like to see that.”

“Oh, it is painfully unattractive.”

“I’d buy you a sun-hat or something, it’d be fine.”

“[dry] What an improvement. A lobster with a hat.”

“[something suspiciously similar to a giggle.] I suppose. Anyway. You didn’t really answer my question.”

“About my bucket list in case we actually survive this [mimicking Jon’s accent] ’nightmare hell-scape of ceaseless terror’?”

“Now who’s being negative?”

“Fine, fine! I um – Hmmm. Honestly, I quite fancy a bath.”

“[flat, unimpressed] What dreams of luxury.”

“[stubborn] Yeah, yeah, I want a really really big bath.”

“[humouring him] Candles, I suppose?”

“Oh loads.”

“Bath bombs?”

“One of those really strong-smelling ones that make the water a funny colour.”

“Wine?”

“Prefer beer, but I’m not exactly going to be picky after all this. Hm. Maybe I’ll bring in a radio, just lie there, listening to music. I’ve never had a bath, so, guess it’d be nice to see what all the fuss is about.”

“[mock horror] Martin! You’ve never had a bath? That’s disgusting!”

“Ha! Don’t make that face! Obviously I’ve – don’t laugh at me! - [clearly grinning] Don’t – obviously I’ve cleaned, you idiot.”

“Not from the smell of you.”

“You are not so rosy yourself, Jonathan.”

“The Apocalypse doesn’t exactly allow for as rigorous a grooming ritual as I’d like [Martin makes some sort of noise in solidarity]. … You’ve never had a bath though, really?”

“[a verbal shrug] Always lived in council flats, they’ve only ever had those stand-up shower cubicles.”

“Alright then. Alright, first thing, if – when everything goes back to normal, you get to have a massive bath. Too many bubbles, your fingers going all pruney – ”

“[cheeky] You fancy joining me?”

“I don’t know what the films have told you, but two grown men trying to fit into a bath is not a comfortable experience.”

“Spoilsport.”

[a warm, steady silence. The walking continues.]

“Watch your foot there, there’s a – ”

“I see it, Jon.”

“…. Alright, so bath. Then what?”

“I dunno. Really fancy a Chinese.”

“Martin, come on!”

“What?!”

“What do you want to do? W-with the rest of our lives. When you don’t, don’t have to work for the Institute, when we can do whatever, go wherever we want?”

“[more seriously] I-I don’t know. It’s hard to imagine I guess. This world is so, it’s so different, so far away from all of that stuff. Not easy to think past it.”

“[makes a sympathetic noise. There’s a brief pause]…. I’d like a cat.”

“Really?”

“What was that tone for?”

“I mean, Jon, you couldn’t keep the plant in your office alive.”

“I could look after a cat!”

“Oh really.”

“You’re going to tell me you’re more of a dog person, aren’t you?”

“I’m not really fussed. Didn’t have either when I was younger.”

“[decisive] OK, so we get one of each to be sure.”

“[amused] Sure. Sure, why not. We’ll get a tabby cat that scratches up the furnishings and a big dog that pulls you over when you go to take it for a walk, and we’ll have a little garden where we can grow wonky vegetables.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

“[warming up] And we’ll have – we’ll have a house, not a flat, a nice two-bedroomed house somewhere up north.”

“[mildly teasing] A whole house, now you’re thinking bigger. Four windows and a door?”

“Well, maybe we’ll have five windows and two doors, how about that huh.”

“[whistle] We’re getting fancy here, Martin. Didn’t think they even had windows up north.”

“Oh hahaha. I’ll have used some of Peter’s credit cards by then, splashed out.”

“You’re going to use Peter Lukas’ stolen riches to keep us in windows.”

“Exactly. Only the finest.”

“[snort] You’re ridiculous.”

“[pleased hum] …. You’re fine moving up north then? Thought your body couldn’t bear to cross the Watford Gap.”

“I could be tempted. Scotland was – Scotland was nice.”

“Yeah. Yeah it was.”

“I’d like to see more of it. Maybe settle down there, after all this is over.”

“[another pause] What about you, Jon? Your grand plans for the future?”

“Honestly? I just want us both to survive this.”

“Oh, come on!”

“What?!”

“That’s literally the lowest possible bar for success, you can’t choose that!”

“Well, I am!”

“And you gave me grief for choosing a bath and a nice holiday!”

“[laughing] All right – all right!…. [pause] It really is mostly that though. I haven’t really been able to think about the future for – for a long time….. I’d like…. I think I’d like to go somewhere quiet. Leave it all behind, the Institute, the fears, all of it. Go somewhere and settle down, just the two of us. Asides from that… I don’t want anything else. Anything extra would all be a bonus, really.”

“[endeared, soft] You are such a secret romantic.”

“Huh. Not much of a secret any more.”

“I won’t tell anyone. [a long exhale] That’s… that sounds really nice, Jon. That’s what happy endings look like.”

“Going off into the sunset?”

“Yeah. It’s a nice dream to have.”

“Think we’ll get it?”

“I hope so. I really do.”

[a drop into silence again. The plodding scrape of footsteps continue]

[its205am]

new babygirl acquired

didn't realize i had "nightlight" on halfway through this so everything looks a little... bluer than normal woops

[dazednconfused08]

[chibigaia-art]

wife is finally back

[rapidhighway]

i dont even wanna draw any more humanized characters, i jsut keep blacking out and then theres a young man on the canvas waiting to be posted

[bl00doodle]

Fwuffy amyyyy!!

[xochimillilili]

Kinktober day 30: Dumbification

Fuck sweetie, you're just a little baby puppy aren't you? Awww, I knowww, I know, my belt on your soft ass just hurts so much you can't help but whimper pup. You're just such a good boyy, that's it keep taking my fingers down your throat sweetie. You should know by now that I won't stop until that pretty little head of yours is all empty~

Shit I just wanna fuck and hurt you in the sweetest way love, I wanna toy and play with your pretty body until I can slap your cute face and just get moans and the sweetest little fucked out smile from you in response, you're just such a good boy~ Keep moaning for me little one, you'll get more than spanks and my fingers in your mouth soon enough, just a dumb little precious pup for me ♡

[manchesterau]

we are sorry

[herigo]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking about an estranged childhood friends to lovers story with gojo……

you’re a rowdy kid. during one of your adventures, you end up at the gojo estate; sneaking your way into a vast, beautiful garden, pretty pink roses as far as the eye can see. little gojo is crouched down, watching tiny sprouts grow, and you’re too captivated to look away. bright snowy hair, striking blue eyes, all dolled up in a fancy yukata. he turns to meet your gaze — and all you give him is a sheepish laugh, before strolling over to introduce yourself. he doesn’t seem to mind the company, so you keep coming over to play with him. you bring cool rocks, pretty cicadas you caught, a dusty gameboy. he listens to you speak. he watches the way you move, wave your hands when you’re excited. he grows so, so fond of you.

one day, you stop coming by to see him — and he doesn’t need confirmation to know that one of the maids must have chased you off.

twenty years later, you meet him again, in a crowded little café. he calls out for you by name and you have no idea who you’re looking at. a tall, handsome, cheery man… wearing a blindfold? and shooting you a charming grin. you have no idea who he is, but he remembers you. he remembers you a lot more than he should. he chides you for forgetting your very best friend, but there’s nothing but humour in his voice. you watch as he speaks, as he moves, as he taps his feet under the table after insisting you order something — his treat. you still don’t remember him.

but you’re captivated, all the same.

(from underneath his blindfold, gojo watches you smile. he thinks to himself that some things must truly never change; because he still feels that familiar swarm of butterflies, with every move you make.)

[flockdog]

local butch animal (she/her) spotted trying to cuddle up w you in bed

[m1ckeyb3rry]

zantetsu needs to ditch those fake ass glasses and that crunchy hair gel bruh ik he’s trying to look smart and dignified but he is so FINE without them

HE LOOKS LIKE A SHOUJO MALE LEAD PLEASEEEE

[snowsupply]