#anyway holic holic holic holic holic

[floorpancakes]

im built a bit weird so even though this is mostly a holic side account and i talk about holic all the time if i see something holic related on my for you page my brain jiggles around like a gummy worm and cant process it at all

[work-a-h0lic]

some doodles of ami and her AMInitions 🤹🏾‍♀️💣

[theloveinc]

barbarian!bakugo + buying apples. you’ll notice I didn’t put any work into this making it more … fantasy-like. And that’s bc… I still couldn’t figure out how😞

(warning: misogyny, you are described as a maiden / dress wearing, you have a pa, world building sucks, bakugo … doesn’t talk)

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Being the only maiden on one of barbarian!Bakugo’s cross country journeys. I’m not sure yet how or why you’re there, but I’d say he’s traveling and one of his fellow clansmen took you as a prize, or maybe you just hitched a ride on their cart yourself.

But they stop in a small village one day, parking their horses at the edge of a town square of cobblestone and brick, merchant booths surrounding the small shops: of butchers and farmers and fishermen and traders, all rowdy and beaming as they show off their wares.

The men split up (the one with green hair in a leather vest declaring he needs a blacksmith, the lanky one with dark bangs in the direction of new snare wire), though the bulky blonde one (the one in thick furs and pelts who’s never really spoken to you) stays around, picking at the shiny, pink apples of a booth quite close to where the cart you sit on in boredom is parked.

“Five gold for a sack, sir” the man behind the creaky, wooden stand says. He’s stout, thin-haired and wrinkly, all his years in the sun selling fruit showing proudly on his tanned skin. He gestures to the wide array of fruits, each like a piece of candy he wants to show off.

Bakugo (you think his name his, or rather, that’s how he was introduced to you by the redhead with unnaturally sharp teeth, biggest of the group) glances up, frown thin and tense and blood red eyes narrowed. His shoulders shift, the muscles of his exposed stomach rippling as he breathes, the smooth skin of his forehead pinching as if he’s calculating a sale just as he would any other battle or raid.

The sign next to both the men clearly states that apples are two gold a sack. Pears are three, plums are one. “But I’ll give you a deal for four gold,” the man continues.

The blonde ponders, inspecting the apples diligently as if they could be poison, or a waste of a trade. His eyes narrow slightly, lips pursing, and you realize, in his reaching for coin, the intuition he so usually takes pride in (saving the men once from a brutal hound attack, and you, too, another time when a swamp dweller caught the hem of your trousers) is not there… and that they don’t use the same alphabet. Maybe he can’t even… read.

“For two gold,” you call.

Both parties look to you. One set of eyes in an suspicious glare, the other in a tart and angry bitterness. The merchant’s leathery face sinks into a melted frown, his fists clenching as your own hand shields your eyes from the bright sun and hides a protective squint.

“Didn’t your pa ever tell you not to meddle in grown men’s business?” he half-shouts back, the laugh in his voice now tangled with a snarl, downright and plain rude.

“The sign says two,” swinging off your seat, you smooth down your simple frock as you point to the wooden board stained with charcoal that’s hung up next to him. “One sack of apples for two gold.”

Bakugo’s eyebrows raise for the briefest of seconds, then fall in another glare as his hand drops from where he holds his coin (in small, canvas bag tied to his belt with thin, leather cord. It sags against his hip, his pants dipping and uncovering a v-line that descends further into a region you’ve only seen once; at a bathing river in the hills, the bare curve and marks of your own hips exposed—)

“Don’t know where you picked up letters, missy,” the merchant scoffs. “Reading is men’s work.”

You approach the barbarian’s side, his head (messy with hair) tilted towards you as he watches on in silence. From the pocket of your dress, you take out two gold of your own and flick them on the table before you.

“My pa taught me how.”

Then you take Bakugo’s hand (thick and rough and hard to hold) in one of yours and march right back to the horses and cart. Bag of sweet, pink apples in the other.

[tsubasaclones]

They're helping me with my homework

[shaba-the-art]

Redraw of a manga panel

[radioscientist]

Kohane getting soaked in the rain and Watanuki giving her the umbrella

vs Watanuki getting soaked in the rain and Doumeki giving him the umbrella

vs Kohane realising she’s not alone in seeing the spirits when she meets Watanuki

vs Watanuki previously feeling alone as the only one who could see spirits

vs the new realisation that Doumeki can now see spirits through the eye they share

vs Kohane looking at the relationship with her mother through the food on the table

vs Doumeki, a notoriously picky eater going out of his way to only eat as much of Watanuki’s food as possible

vs Watanuki cooking for people as an act of love and caring

vs Doumeki ensuring that Watanuki drinks the ginger tea after he got soaked

[volfoss]

Consider it's really important everyone ever reads tsubasa. It's important.

[studentofetherium]

new banner image

[lifesshort-imshorter]

Were catholics created because they loved cats too much? And now its been too many years and it'd be too awkward to correct the pronunciation?

[floorpancakes]

bro.....

[aph-japan]

Concept: I actually make the DouxWata A.M.V. planned around the time of my earliest KouxTai A.M.V. but it never got made because I got tied up with school for way too long

[pizzaboat]

Sick whump. Raeda sick whump

When Raine is sick, they're a minor/major work-a-holic, and Eda will hide the crow and crystal ball from them. So they do not try and do work when they should be sleeping

Eda will bribe Raine to rest by promising to wear a maid outfit if they let her give them medicine and rest of them after. Raine often feels guilty for resting and can't quite relax unless Eda makes them and reminds them they're safe to take as many days off as they need

Eda gets sick way more often than Raine. She's usually feeling run down anyway, but when she tanks, she tanks, and there's no getting out of bed for at least a week

She usually passes out with her medication beside her and a timer to wake herself up for the meds and a bag of snacks so she doesn't throw up that medicine

With Raine helping her and Luz insisting on being helpful, Raine will end up dealing with Eda's fevers, making sure she has enough water, while Luz swears she's gonna make the best soup ever and Eda's gonna be so impressed and proud when she tastes it

Eda is just happy she's not eating hex'n mix or some sorta "chip" for 5 days straight

She's clingy and prone to nightmares and when delirious she assumes she's been abandoned and starts crying if left alone for too long (big dramatic)

Raine is so soft on Eda and Eda is so cuddly and sleepy (and sweaty and gross)

[omgkalyppso]

OC Patron Saint Quiz

I was tagged by @my-favourite-zhent to take This uQuiz (warnings for fictional animal death and other horror) as an OC to assign them a patron sainthood. It wasn't very cat/holic despite the title of the quiz.

I'll tag @ghostwise, @lucius-the-sinful, @boghermit, @recurringwriter, @thetavolution

@bladesandstars, @bladesandbhaalspawn, @the-eldritch-it-gay, @thedragonagelesbian, @peachiehambo

@luinen-bluewater, @cherrypikkins, @silvercrucifixes, @faerieenthusiast, @umbralstars and YOU.

Faedolyn

patron saint of lost faith

patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

Étoile

patron saint of bones

patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

Borgakh

patron saint of houses

but not of homes. only the shells of what keeps us enclosed. houses can be decorated or well-built or crumbling or haunted but only a home can truly be warm; you are the patron saint of that lack.

Almanzor

patron saint of horror

you're the patron saint of the dawning moment of realization. the patron saint of comprehension, maybe. the patron saint of understanding. the patron saint of knowing exactly what's going to happen. of seeing clearly. of not being able to look away.

I don't necessarily feel like any of these are So Accurate but I do see why my oc's got each answer they did.

I gave them each an answer in the uquiz, let's see if I remember them.

Faedolyn was the patron saint of surviving disillusionment. Étoile was the patron saint of personal conviction. Borgakh was the patron saint of impulsive action. Almanzor was the patron saint of people who went unrespected by their parents.

[nqds]

intro of grayson, req [ and helped ] by @reminiscentreader

name ; grayson davenport hawthorne

nicknames ; gray

age ; 22

birth date ; august 23, 2001

zodiac sign ; virgo

height ; 6 foot

nationality ; american

languages ; english and latin

hobbies ; reading, working, swimming

musical talents ; violin

athletic talents ; swimming, baseball [ formerly ]

education ; harvard drop-out

job ; runner of the hawthorne foundation

mbti ; istj

favorite food ; strawberry ice cream

favorite beverage ; coffee

currently living in ; texas, america.

living companion ; his brothers.

bad habit ; short temper when stressed

pet peeve ; unhygienic people

no one else knows ; desperately needa a break

fear ; cliffs

favorite song ; people watching by conan gray

favorite places ; any hawthorne library, his office

favorite setting ; reading late at night, 12-1 am possibly after finishing work

favorite color ; black, grey and blue

things he likes ; reading, walking around in london, his suits, and coffee

things he hates ; privacy invasion, personal life invasion, slow walkers

love language ; words of affirmation and acts of service [ @hathorneheiress ]

toxic trait ; stoic, work-a-holic, " nothing is wrong with me. "

traits ; intelligent, gorgeous, loyal, protective

lil mb i made for him ^

anyways, thansk for reading this far <3

[sundove88]

MerMay Adventure Day 5- Laura La Mer/Cure La Mer (Tropical Rouge PreCure) @glamrockstardustcookie

We’ve docked at Aozora City, and it looks like we are in the midst of a Yaraneeda battle! Oh, and who is that? It’s local mermaid turned super heroine Cure La Mer! Aka Laura Apollodoros Hyginus La Mer! Now say that 5 times fast.

And it looks like she’s going in with an Ocean Bubble Shower- and surfing without a surfboard, too! Wow!

Anyways, now that we’ve stopped at Pretty Holic, the Waters of Wonderworld are calling us- onwards, mates!

[koushirouizumi]

xxxHolic Rei ~ Chapter 17 ~ Shizuka Dōmeki + Yamainu & Kimihiro Watanuki

"Are you a {Shinto}...??" "No, I'm just the {Child} of..." {"Child of a Shinto--"} -> "And those people will never forget you"

"There are people who want to stand beside you, Definitely"

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