#bc it's the timeskip

[dogpawsswapgod]

me telling you my season 2 timeskip fic is finished and contains longing, grief, pit fighter Vi, a backstory for Loris, a ship no one asked for, cool scenes with Ambessa Medarda, and a Maddie Nolen kiss. Jinx shows up, too! and Vi gets a hug!

[chthonic-kids]

all's fair in love and war

[sen-ya]

my og one piece goof

[pomarrillo]

thought id pick up fe3h again after 4 years! blue lions this time 😁 and then church route next if i dont get burnt out by then

[cuppajj]

i’ve been listening to the same 3 vocaloid songs recently

[filurig]

shapeshifting is something that a basilisk will nearly always seek to do in solitude.

an act which temporarily blinds and numbs the creature from the surrounding world - they will be left completely vulnerable to it. defenseless. frozen inside the shell of their old form as organs and cells rearrange.

to shapeshift in front of someone is, therefore, the ultimate show of trust that a basilisk can perform.

[ahaha-ahahaha]

yesss absolute win for momo

she got the costume she deserves

[gunsatthaphan]

🥰🕊️🆓

[ookamihanta]

Dear John Letter

HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THIS AKESHU POST. IT DRIVES ME INSANE/POS

[a11eya]

keigo’s secretary tells him that he absolutely cannot skip the department get together after work today. they’re welcoming a new employee to the commission, and he needs to show his face.

he’s so tired. he’s not in the mood. but he goes anyway—he’s president after all. at dinner, he’s all smiles, chatty and pleasant. he makes small talk with you, the new employee, and counts down the minutes until he can make an excuse and leave.

“karaoke, anyone?” someone shouts, and they’re met with excited shouts of agreement.

keigo’s forced to tag along with them to a nearby karaoke room, despite weak excuses that he’s too old for this, he’s in his 30s.

he sits and watches as his department eggs you on, pushing you to be first to sing as the newbie.

you’re good-natured about it, agreeing easily. you choose an upbeat love song.

when you begin singing, it’s like someone’s trailed their fingers up his spine. reached into his chest and sent a shock into his heart, jumpstarting his system.

he doesn’t have wings anymore. doesn’t have his enhanced sight, his sensitivity to sound anymore.

but maybe he’s still a bird, inside, caught as he is by the notes of your song, the sweetness of your voice.

[saeiken]

☀️☀️☀️☀️

[qiu-yan]

as a jc stan it's now time for my shot at the obligatory shipping poll

[we-are-dogclan]

Moon 63 - Week 1, Part 2

New Company

You’re small for your age, kid…

[kundool]

summer ashedue ☀️

[shmunter]

the golden boy

[saragrekey]

I’ve been going through an art style crisis so I don’t have much art to share but I keep forgetting to post these here!