#a hundred kisses

[sanerontheinside]

For the kisses prompt: hand kisses 👏

well, it lives on ao3 now! pls enjoy :3

the meme | the ask box

“The rules are simple,” Bruck had said pompously. “You have to make it through the ball without anyone recognising you. But that’s the easy part: you have to make it not just through the ball, but for a month afterwards. Winner takes the pot.”

He’d grinned at Obi-Wan. “Well, Oafy? Care to take the bet?”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I don’t see why not.”

No one who had attended school with Obi-Wan would ever have challenged him to take part in their friendly wager. Garen had recused himself at once, which really should have been a hint. 

After all, Obi-Wan had taken the female role in every play they’d ever put on at school. And he had very good friends. 

Bant stepped back to survey her handiwork. 

“Oh, you look wonderful, Obi,” she said, and grinned. 

Obi-Wan turned to the mirror, and found there a pretty young shepherdess looking back at him. Even without the mask, he looked entirely unlike himself. The cleft chin might give him away—if someone weren’t already convinced they were dancing with a woman. 

“Thank you, Bantling,” Obi-Wan said. Already, he’d softened his voice into something that could pass for a lady’s sweet lower register. 

Behind him, Garen was smirking. “So what’s my share for walking you into the ballroom and passing you off as my distant cousin?”

Obi-Wan grinned. “While I appreciate your vote of confidence, Cousin, there’s no sense counting our eggs before they’re in the pudding,” he said demurely. “There’s a whole month to carry on afterwards.”

Twenty minutes later in the carriage Garen still had a strange gleam in his eye. Obi-Wan didn’t like the look of it. 

“What is it?” 

Garen leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Well, dearest cousin Bennie—” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose in disgust “—if we want to sell this for an entire month afterwards, then shouldn’t my cousin attend a few more balls this season?”

Obi-Wan barked a startled laugh. “Oh no—Garen, I couldn’t pass for your dainty cousin Bennie in broad daylight, not without a costume.”

Garen shook his head quickly. “No, but think about it! Your typical ball—an evening of candlelight. The best lighting you’ve got is a fireplace. Think about it, that’s all I ask.”

“Fine.” Obi-Wan sighed. “What sort of a name is Bennie, anyway?”

Garen shrugged. “Short for Benedictine?”

“Absolutely not.”

It was Garen’s turn to laugh at him, apparently. “Bernice, then—oh! Bernadette!”

“Wouldn’t that be shortened to Bernie?”

“Would you like me to call you Bernie?”

Obi-Wan made the most disgusted face he could. “I have a shepherd’s hook, you know, and no compunctions about using it.”

“Yes I think that’s exactly the threat you made when you were five.”

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[orcaking]

*in the fading light*

[ID: A digital illustration of a gay trans couple sharing an intimate moment , drawn in two panels. The top panel features the couple cropped close, just showing them kissing, with a transparent starburst around their mouths. The second larger panel is cropped from the shoulders to the thigh. One figure is in the center, sprawled back as their partner touches their stomach and kisses their shoulder. They are both shirtless with top surgery scars, and the center figure has boxers on. There is a third narrow panel on the left side, showing a simple skyscape of a orange star falling through clouds. The whole illustration is done in a restricted palette of soft warm green and teal, with pops of orange. /. End ID]

[wiltkingart]

hiss of steel

[i-am-a-fan]

Things that help heal stress:

1. draw your favorite character as trans

2. draw them doing things you do.

3. Look at step 1.

[vapidsoup]

living in hinamizawa must be so fucking funny. its june 1983, youre hanging out with your friends in some fuckass village with zero (0) formal education institutions and being like yeah man im so hyped to go to the watanagashi festival and play the ring toss. hopefully nobody dies from the blood curse for the fifth consecutive year :/ anyways do these cicadas ever shut the fuck up or

[sporadictimetravelgarden]

i am a firm believer that zuko did not have a single romantic thought in his life until the ferry

[gunsmoketrash246]

moar creechur stuff

[abstract-venus]

If Payneland has a million fans, Jayden Revri is one of them

If Payneland has 1 fan, Jayden Revri is THAT ONE

If Payneland has no fans, the fucking Netflix execs got him

10 more seasons or 0 more seasons

Canon ship or not canon

He will always support them

¡VIVA LOS CHICOS DE MEURTOS!

[ekingstonart]

two days ago i discovered that Procreate offers some simple animation options and i’ve been waiting for an idea to help me try it out—and then the wonderful & generous @stnballoon asked (only when pressed!) for something related to “Liar Liar Plants On Fire”… for a drawing: Lena’s reaction when the door opens and she realizes “Supergirl!”

[somerandomdudelmao]

I just wanna know your opinion on Apriltello? Do you ship them? Do you see them as platonic?

No I don't ship them. For me they are friends. Besties. Siblings. Anything but romantic couple.

For some reason, I don't really want to ship anyone in turtle fandom🤔 I think I just enjoy it's family dynamics so much I don't want to mix them with anything else haha

[gentlegentian]

rip piper mclean you would've loved chappel roan

[hyperfixatedrisefan]

I changed up another doodle and made it happy shadowpeach

[duohensheng]

hua cheng is gonna get it because he understands the pure undiluted rizz of a man whose version of simping is respectful cleaning and cooking

[ahollowgrave]

“When people get a glimpse of me I’d like them to feel like it is a good omen.”

-- Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[onifanss]

Congee •

[jabesa0]

A Demon with a Passion 4 Fashion🛍️💫