#and they were fun to take hehe

[thinfabricveil]

squeaky clean

[dreamerlynx]

dream was NOT trick or treating he just wore a hat to be festive (totally). techno absolutely was however and went as dream's cat familiar, and he was very successful. he will magnanimously deign to give some of his candy to dream since he DID make techno's costume better by standing next to him all night but he will make fun of him while doing so

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[gellybelly14]

hope no one looked into my window when I took these 🤭 they'd get such a surprise if they did

[sallymew4]

riteru?

i wud love 2

sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask </3 i hope these are sufficient enough to make up for the wait

[matchboxlovers]

It’s been a long hard day at work, showers always relax me (see more under the cut 🤭)

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[shima-draws]

Hi Shima!! How are you?

Hi anon!! I’m tired but good c: I recently got back from a camping trip which is why I’ve been kinda MIA, surprisingly enough we did have service up in the mountains so that was nice!

I got some nice scenery pictures!

Still can’t believe I got that shot of the rainbow, it drizzled a little right after we set up camp and then the sun came out and it was just 👌

Also I had no idea my phone was capable of taking actually decent pictures of the stars, but yeah they were SO clear and so gorgeous, we could see a bit of the Milky Way 🥺

Got a really clear shot of the Big Dipper too!

And on the last day (Tuesday) we went to a wolf reserve and actually got to go into their enclosure and pet them, which was the best thing ever. I got legitimate wolf kisses!!!

(Hiding my face bc I’m shy but YEAH SHE LICKED MY FACE 😭)

We got back Tuesday afternoon but I was just so wiped that I went straight to bed. I took today off of work too bc I’m still recovering but I’ll be going back tomorrow :’)

Thanks for checking in on me <3

[drop-the-curtain-123]

ok very specific gripe about assassination classroom

But how comes the series is all "be yourself, use your hobbies, despite everyone judgement, for good" then just... Never questions the roasting of Mimura air guitaring?

Look at my boy! He's so unwell afterwards

Ik now there are more scenes later in the manga that again use it as a Punchline. It just encapsulates that weird gap of "things that are just never Not the Joke/Mocked" which kind of defeats the show messaging 😭

t's not even used in a "do it anyway, grow strong and proud" like some others, it's just. There.

(hi rinka btw happy belated birthday to you)

Anyway unconsequential nitpicking rant over, have a good day.

[sysig]

Hazing (Patreon)

[shirogane-oushirou]

no promises anymoooooreeeee i'll appear online when i appear online 😭 every time i say "ooh i think life is almost done being overwhelming!" it. becomes even more overwhelming in the dumbest ways. all i can manage rn when i'm not stressing myself into a shut-down state is staring at the wall while listening to youtube essays + mindlessly crocheting.

i might queue up ppls art and fics w/o commentary in the tags... i want other ppl to see what all of my cool friends have made, but i genuinely can't think right now with this monstrous brain fog. i'm really sorry, just. yeah. maybe i'll think of some way to make it up later!!! once the dust has settled!!!! but until then i wuv u and miss u. smiles.

[venting in tags including familial manipulation and ableism. i. didn't mean to write all of that, thiss was originally going to be a main blog post but. aaaaaAAAAAA!!!!!

also no need for replies or anything, i'd turn them off for just the one post if i could kjsndkn, i just needed to get things out and go eep jsjndsfdn ok bye bye bye bye!!!!]

[spotaus]

I love when I start my own drafts with the phrase "Do a thing with [Character] and [Character] where [Scenario]" because I've learned I'll forget my premise halfway through typing otherwise.

[waterfallofspace]

A Touch Too Human.

So this is just a lil thing I started/finished within an hour. Didn't edit it, or put in a TON of work, but Imma share it anyways because honestly? I just kinda had fun~

Characters: C/hoso, Y/uji -- No Ships, simply Platonic Affection. (Note: even though nothing snz happens with him, when writing, I pictured Y/uji as 18+, specifically 19 - 21) Word Count: 1.4k

(Spoilers for J/ujutsu K/aisen manga, as well as references to high fevers, very slight mess, and some swearing.)

~~~~~

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sick before.”

Choso manages to pry open his eyes, gaze landing on his younger brother. The pink hair seems too bright under the harsh fluorescent glow, and Choso lets the fatigue drag them closed again. 

“I’mb fidne.” It’s barely a whisper, his voice far too raw to produce a substantial volume. The act of speaking highlights the lines around his eyes as he flinches. Even without opening his eyes, he’s certain Yuji winced too. 

“You don’t sound fine…” A hand suddenly finds itself on his face, Choso letting a light moan slip through his teeth as the cool touch rushes straight to his bones. 

Yuji tuts, brushing some soaked hair from Choso’s forehead. “And you’re burning up. How did you even get out of bed like this?” 

“Idt’s dnothi-g. ehHh- hN’XGt-!” 

“Bless you!”

Choso simply shakes his head, hands raising to cup his mouth and nose behind a protective wall as he attempts to lean away from Yuji. All he succeeds at doing is making himself dizzy, the next bursts rushing out in a rapid frenzy. 

“hk’nntizshh-! eh’gnnxgttt-! hh’knnxgt! dnnzshh! oh shidt- yezshhuu-! ih’yizzsshhuuw-!” 

A light mist escapes through Choso’s fingers, leaving the table shining in the flickering lights. Yuji shoots him a concerned smile, digging frantically through his pockets as Choso feels his cheeks reach an unbearable level of heat. 

“That was some show! Bless you a bunch. Doesn’t holding it in like that hu- oh found them!” Yuji passes over the pack of tissues, leaving them on the table when Choso makes no attempt to remove the barrier he’s raised in front of his nose. 

Making sure to turn away slowly this time, Choso removes one hand, frown deepening at the sight that awaits him. Pulling out a few of the offerings, he cleans himself up, not yet daring to touch his nose with the soft fabric. 

Once he’s satisfied, he turns back to Yuji with a congested, “Tha- gk you, brother.” 

“No problem… Uh… I don’t mean to doubt you but… you still sound rough.” Yuji raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Choso’s face. “And your nose is all pink. You sure you’re not sick..?” 

At the acknowledgement, said appendage twitches eagerly. Choso groans faintly, fighting the urge to scrub at it. “I said I w-as fi-dne. I’mb dnot sic-k.” 

“You know it’s okay to be unwell. Even Gojo Sensei gets sick,” A mild terror seems to flash through Yuji, Choso raising an eyebrow at the shudder. “He’s uh… interesting as a sick person.”

“I wou-ldn’t kdn-ow, I’ve dnever… hh!” Choso suddenly pauses, eyes glossing over as his lips part far enough to show his teeth. 

“Bless you!”

“hH- guhhh… snuff.” With a rough sniff, he manages to pull himself back under control. 

“Oh whoops- Did I scare it away? Here-” Before Choso can react, a soft finger runs along his mark, the tingling in his nose suddenly sprung into an all consuming itch. A snarl breaks across his face, nose suddenly pressed against his wrist. 

“hnnchh-! knncchht-! inchht-! eh’dnxttt-!”  As the fit continues, his breathing gets wetter, each inhale starting to take considerable effort. 

Yuji stands silently, wincing at the strangled noises escaping from Choso’s battered sinuses. 

Finally, with another desperate gasp, Choso switches to his collar, letting the mist rain down over his clenching muscles. “hieh’YEHHshhuu-! hk’ehHHZshuuw-! eh’dehzshuuu-!” 

“Bless you,” comes the response, Yuji quietly pulling out a few tissues, and pressing them into Choso’s unoccupied hand. “Blow, it’ll feel better.” 

Doing as his brother wishes, Choso brings the tissue to his nose, breath catching dangerously as the soft folds brush against his markings. “hnchh-! knnchh-! aH’YEHHzshhuuw-!” As the final one breaks free, Choso lets it slide into a blow.

After the third round, Choso finally leans back, coughing into the back of his hand. As his blurry vision tries to hone in on Yuji, he feels a strong arm wrapping around his waist. Every instinct tells him to fight, to push it away, but in the end his fever wins. 

“That’s it, just lean against me, I’ve got you.”

“Th- agk you agaidn, br-other… hH’NCHhiuww-!” That one’s aimed towards his shoulder, a few droplets hitting Yuji’s arm. Choso opens his mouth to apologize, but Yuji doesn’t even seem to notice. 

“I’d say bless you, but judging by the state of your nose, I’m guessing you’re not done?”

“Ndot… quite… I te-nd to sdneeze a… alot- hH’KNCHhiuew-! ek’yehhzshhuu-! knnchh- enchhh- hh’dehhzshhuu-!” 

“Bless you!” Yuji smiles, easily taking the brunt of Choso’s weight as each shudder leaves him trembling.

“Sguse me,” Choso clears his throat, a flash of pain darting across his face for his efforts.

“Sdnee-ze a lot, wh-edn I’bm… I… hH’EHChhhuu-! echhhuuww-! Oh. Sorr-y, wasdn’t do-ne.” 

Before he can lose any more dignity, they’re standing in front of his room. Yuji leans him against the wall, unlocks his door, and helps him stumble inside. Choso sinks into his bed, fighting off the fatigue threatening to pull him under. 

“So, where do you keep your sweaters?” Yuji scans the room, pulling open the closet before Choso has a chance to answer. “Ah, got it! Alright, arms up, slide this over- yep, just like that!” 

As the cloth passes his face, Choso violently twitches, wrinkling his nose back and forth as his hands remain trapped in the air. Oblivious to the struggle just below the sweater's embrace, Yuji continues trying to maneuver it over his torso. 

“Yehh… yuhhh…. geh- hihH-!” Any attempt at speech is drowned out in the hitches, Choso feeling his nostrils begin to flare of their own accord. He stalls his breathing, hands beginning to tremble from their perch above his head. 

After what feels like ages, the sweater finishes its journey, resting comfortably against his chest. Yuji beams, admiring his handiwork from his position directly in front of the bed. 

“I… I’mb…. hhgt- gehht…. hh’yezzshhhuuiew-!” 

Yuji doesn’t even flinch as the fabric on his arm grows damp. “Oh, bless you!” 

“hngt’chh-! I’mb so- ingnt’chh-! so so-rry I- ek’tnngchh-! sorry tha-dt I- hh’gnn’chhuew-!” 

Choso holds his sleeve against his face, letting out another itchy moan as the sensation increases the tickle tenfold. “God I hahhh… ha-ve to- eH’YEHHZShhhuu-!” 

Throughout the attack, Choso pulls himself into the tightest ball he can manage, the very idea of consuming space bringing chills to his spine. “knZSHHuuew-!” Or maybe that was the fever. 

A warmth on his arm brings him back to the room, clouded eyes rising to meet the worried ones watching him.

“Are you okay, Choso?” The tone is soft, with something Choso can’t quite place. Is that… kindness..? 

“ah’kehhzshhuu-! I’bm-” The word ‘fine’ lingers on his tongue, but under Yuji’s gaze, it starts to taste bitter. Instead, something more sweet takes its place. “Ndot feeli-ng so well…” 

 The statement sucks the remaining breath from his lungs, seemingly using every last drop of energy. Choso feels his head start to swim, and before he can fight it, his head’s being guided to the pillow. 

A single tear begins to cut down his cheek, soft hands halting its journey, and sliding up to wipe away the rest that threaten to follow. A sob breaks from Choso’s raw throat, coming out as strangled and miserable as he feels. 

“I’mb so-rry Yuji. I dodn’t kno-w what’s… eh’knchhuu-! whadt’s happedning…” 

Yuji hums, running his fingers through Choso’s hair, brushing over his sweltering forehead. 

“You have nothing to apologize for. This is part of being human. Trust me brother,” Yuji offers with a gentle grin, “I’d know.” 

And with that single word, Choso finds the tears he’d been fighting begin to win the battle. His vision begins to fade again, but before he’s fully gone, he feels something warm begin to encase him.

“Wh- whadt ar-e you do-ing? hn’chhhuu-!” 

“It’s a hug!” Yuji pauses, his expression taking on a sadder tint.

“Have… you never been hugged before..?” 

In lieu of a response, Choso sinks into the embrace, leaning his head into Yuji’s shoulder, a sigh melting from his lips. A touch that feels distinctly human. Yuji’s laughter sounds far away, something warm in it guiding Choso deeper into the sleep that’s begun to nip at his brain. 

“Feel better.” 

It seems to echo from a place just out of sight, and Choso finds words too heavy for a response. Somehow, he knows one isn’t needed. Instead, he simply allows the warmth to swallow him. 

Goodnight, brother. 

[wis-art]

it's hard to drive a perfect racing line when you're in an RWD 425 BHP car and it is raining, sometimes it's better to take it easy because a crash will costs you seconds and pushing your brake a little so you take the corner slower will only loose you fractions of a second

[aromanticgarbage]

You seem to really know everything and I love that!

Have you noticed if the angel tattoos that he has are matching ones with any friends/gf?

I saw a girl that his filmographer friend Alex tagged and she had a very similar angel tattoo than Joji's, just pointing the opposite direccion.

Just curious!

Why thank you, it feels good to be appreciated for my insanity. I wouldn't say that i know everything but god theres so much stuff out there and i am lowkey obsessed with seeing as much of it as i possibly can. I've pulled more accidental all nighters stalking this mans facebook pages than is probably sane.

On the topic of the angel tattoos. First of all Alex is @/_brthr_ on Instagram correct? I went through his posts and i didn't see the post u are referring to so u r gonna have to send me a link or something. For research purposes. But to be completely honest with you, Joji's romantic entanglements are the one part of his life that genuinely doesn't interest me in the slightest/I don't care to speculate about. His denial to make any of this stuff public is one of the things i really respect about him actually.

Maybe they just share the same tattoo artist, Joji and Alex certainly do/did for some time. An angel is a pretty classic design, it doesn't have to mean anything. The world may never know.

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

One chases after their dreams. The other fights for it.

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[archersartcorner]

The Nerevarine and His Pet Flame Atronach, 3E 427

Replaying Morrowind and wanted to draw Sven again… also wanted to experiment with some brushes I don’t use very often!