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Like father, like son
#one day i will stop drawing drivers and their pets#but today is not the day#charles leclerc#f1#f1 art#ferrari#formula 1#leo leclerc#also i used rebelle#which is like a watercolor software#it s cool kinda gadgety but its a nice change
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Just having a relaxing swing by the flower fields
#oh flower crown pearl#one of these days i will draw postman pearl#but today is not the day#also i dont know how tf i did the background with all the flowers#i zoned out and all of a sudden i drew flower fields#i saw a swing pose reference on pinterest and couldn’t help myself#tried going back to my outline style#i missed it :(#anyways#pearlooo#pearlescentmoon#pearlescentmoon fanart#solarpunk pearl#pearlecentmoon#pearlecentmoon fanart#hermitcraft season 10#hermitcraft#hermitblr#flowers#bre4yd art
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Re-reading CaPri and realizing why it makes me emotional all the time is because for who they are Damianos and Laurent should only bring the worst in each other, they should destroy each other with every chance they have but actually it is the opposite.
They grow, they get better and they finally get to be loved and love as they deserve.
#lamen#captive prince#damianos x laurent#one day i will not cry because of them#but today is not the day
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Modern Masriel AU
#masriel au#i am very not sorry about this#you're welcome#I said to no one#for real i should probably stop making these lol#but today is not the day#hdm#masriel#asriel x marisa#for funsies#my edit
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i love how kirk steps off the transporter in mirror mirror and looks at evil spock with a beard like 'am I scared or horny'
#i should stop posting about horny!kirk#but today is not the day#star trek tos#mirror mirror#star trek#jim kirk#spock
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Sketch study
#arknights#arknights fanart#manfred#arknights manfred#one day I will figure out his horns#but today is not the day
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#wrestling#meme#i think I did this one already#but today is not the day#and the only thing keeping me going is knowing today is Wednesday which means Dynamite which means MJF#lexie speaks
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Sometimes the best thing is made when one is sleep deprived
@bressynonym and me have been messing around in magma hghhdndjdj
#gummmyart#doodle#collab!!#simon ghost riley#I’ll regret this one day#but today is not the day#i apologize beforehand for the people who wanted serious ghost fanart and stumbled upon this instead#btw he has a name#Ghoooooooh#our son
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a very happy santa lucia to you, thank you for all the angst 😭 i need all the sweets to get thru
Same to you, darling anon!
#someday I will get out some fluff#to sweeten the angst#BUT TODAY IS NOT THE DAY#*evil author laugh*#cute anon
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GOOGLE SEARCH;; - how to act normal? - how often should i blink? - what am i supposed to say after i say whats up and they say not much? - how close is it normal to stand? - am i offputting?
🦇🦇🦇 { personals do not reblog }
#self!promo#wwdits rp#vampire rp#at some point i'll come up with a new promo#but today is not the day
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_Shooting Star
Lara is still frozen in front of her ajar apartment door, mouth slightly agape. The passing night breeze slits through her nightwear since she didn’t bother to change into something presentable. No one was expected tonight and the gang isn't used to seeing her in short tank tops and hot pants, so as long as it isn't the gang, it’s alright. The cold winds seem to caress her naked skin, but for some reason, none of that chill seeps in.
No, her eyes are locked in certain burnt umber ones. She was too concentrated when the bell rang, still calculating equations when she climbed down her just inherited new apartment, trying to find a path through the mess. Many things were bought, hanged and taken care of, but the place was still chaotic, especially because she was also transforming her old Pa’s apartment into a study for astronomy and physics. Well, as much as she could without having government funding and just enough that was still cozy to live in.
The scientist, though, was not expecting a visitor. A Mal visitor. And he does not look happy.
He still wears his diner apron, the red fabric billowing with the wind, but he’s sporting his biker pants and sleeveless gray shirt. It is a weird combination and the fact that he’s holding a delivery bag while looking at her like that makes all those times she felt weird so much more meaningful. His brunette hair is disheveled, probably from taking off his helmet in a hurry. And he had this look… Jaw set in a way that Lara could bet that, in the correct lightning, that prominent scar would show. There was no customer veneer to him today, nor the charisma he would usually sport when talking to her.
There was only an… intensity. His brows were furrowed and mouth set in a dangerous grin. She couldn’t read exactly anger, but maybe frustration? Oh, frustration! The taunt lines of his body exuded that. It wasn’t dangerous, just… very intense.
Did she do something?
Think, Lara, think!
Oh… Well, she did… avoid?... The diner… for two days.
Hey! Lara needed to think, ok? A lot of things were happening and Fernweh was loading a whole set of problems onto her. Especially these… feelings. HOW DOES ONE DEAL WITH IT? The doctor has to think. Sit with these thoughts and really think about them.
But that couldn’t make Mal this mad, could it? It was only two days.
I have no intention of letting you go.
Hm, maybe it could.
Welp, at least they could talk!... She hopes?
“Mal…”, her voice is very soft with wonder, unintentionally cutting him when he’s about to speak. The bag crinkles at his closed first, blood seeping from his fingers as the skin turns pale. Lara can almost hear his teeth grinding against his skull. Ops. “... Sorry. I didn’t ask for any deliv- I mean! I’m happy to see you, I’m just confused? Can we talk… privately? I think I left my card upstairs. ”, her face flushes, her pulse spikes so much that she worries if a heart attack is on the way. He must find something in her expression that makes him soften. She’s trying to give him an excuse to get upstairs to a private conversation. There’s no hesitation when the waiter steps forward. He’s done waiting. No excuses tonight.
“The delivery was already paid on your behalf, Charmer. Looks like your sweetest friend was worried that you vanished from the world of the living.”, he shadows her steps and, as Lara looks over her shoulder, shivers welcome her. “But I can take these up for you. After all, you’re not very good at holding onto things.”
Lara cocks her head his way, raising her brows. He’s repeating what he told her at the lake, that fateful night. Her waiter loves to recall his own sentences, doesn’t he? She chuckles slightly at that. It was a good one, after all. Lara can feel her marked left hand warm up even without his touch. She wonders what kind of magic he suffused in it, connecting them.
The door behind them is closed with a click of finality, but her mind couldn’t be giving less fucks about that.
“Don’t mind the mess, I’m still decorating and making it usable for work.”, she exhales. It has been a tiring process, especially with her mind being the mess it has been these last few days. Her heart was beating so fast. The butterflies in her stomach were enraged. MalinmyapartmentMalinmyapartment.
It takes her back to these last days. Is it what it means to care for someone romantically? Lara can say she likes likes him, but can she believe she loves him? That’s not something she can answer, but it’s undeniable how the doctor craves time with the waiter, how she loves hearing his voice or seeing him working on his bike. True, she still knows very little about him, but it makes her happy that Mal can smile, really meaning it, when they talk. When they hang out together… WHY DOES THAT MAKES HER HEART BEAT SO FAST? She’s already aware of it, alright? No need for this!
And the shivers? How does his voice seem to caress her neck whenever he speaks with her? It’s not something she can keep giving excuses for. No, it’s not the cold weather. It’s not the electromagnetic fields.
She can’t keep staring at his hands or lips anymore, it’s humiliating.
The climbing is silent, broken only by their steps and Lara’s own uncontrollable heartbeat. She feels like a rabbit, but doesn't dwell on it. Talking with him about the thoughts of these last few days is way more important now, and Lara knows it. There’s one doubt in her mind, though, that she has to voice. “Is this place safe to talk?”
Her voice sounds delicate as Mal crosses the threshold of her apartment, absorbing every detail as if he needed to burn it in his memory. The walls further from the windows sport midnight blue wallpapers filled with charting in silver and gold. The kitchen aisle was reformed and thousands of extra-small tiles that seemed to form a blue and green nebula were lightened by soft orange lamps.
The old windows were removed and now wall-sized ones showed the verdant horizon of Fernweh. Heavy gray curtains could be used if Lara needed more privacy. Her trusty telescope was set in one of the windows overlooking the more wild side of the town.
Adjacent to it, there was a whole set of modern lab equipment that Lara was still unpacking, a seemingly futuristic laboratory of calculators, monitors and sensors. Fairy lights that looked like twinkling stars were hung in perfect cuts and sizes.
The whole place seemed like either a sci-fi lab or an old astronomer’s tower.
“I took care of it, you don’t need to worry tonight, Charmer.”, his voice resonates against the walls in a way that makes her tremble. Why? Was it the husky tone? Was the fact that Lara might feel a feathering touch at her arm?
For some reason, the pressure of tonight seems way out of scale from their normal encounters. It was charged, almost short circuiting. Not insulated as it would usually be. Lara turns to her visitor. Her waiter. Her… Well.
Mal threw his unfastened apron over his shoulder. Their eyes meet and all words leave her. His eyes were almost crimson against the light. Cocking his head, Mal still has that coiled bearing, but his face transmits a very different message as she feels his electrifying focus pressed against her from head to toe. Deliberate. Slow.
Oh gods, did she have any medicine for blood pressure?
“Not tonight, huh? Did you tape the supernatural bugs in here? Well, no matter. This is good, I want to talk…”, she ever so softly takes his diner bag from his hands, trying to break eye contact. Key word trying. Focus, Lara!, “Sit, please? I’ll brew something for us. Hopefully I won’t mess up, I have no idea what’s inside these.”, Lara shut up. She brings the bag to the aisle, smelling the perfectly made parfait. She can’t wait to dig in the ripe strawberries, but this is more important.
“There’s a certain type of drink that I want to taste, Lara. I’m sure that one, you have in here.”, his flirting catches Lara a bit off guard, but she breathes in, heart skipping once more. Her vision is almost blurry from her nerves and she knows she must be a glowing red alert, but she chuckles.
“I wouldn’t put so much trust in it if I were you.”, at that, Lara brings her visitor a cup of hot chamomile tea with milk and honey. As the waiter reaches for his cup, his left hand snakes and grabs the scientist’s left one, warmth suffusing against her palm. She jolts, balancing her tea without spilling it.
“Looks like you’re learning to hold things better, Lara.”, he pulls her closer, eyes dead set on hers. Their knees bump into each other softly. “Why don’t you sit, Charmer? You’re home.”, Mal says, in a very honeyed and hushed voice.
She can’t focus like that, but she sits beside him, focusing on the half finished planetarium close to her telescope. Lara sips her tea, tilting her head towards him once he starts to test the give of her fingers. It’s weird to have this… Intimate moments with someone, but not a bad weird. She softly smiles at that. Something that always makes him stop staring so intently.
“I’m trying to make it homey, although I miss the lab… But this is not why I wanted to talk.”
“I… hm, first, I’m sorry for not showing up at the diner. Before you said something enigmatic about it, I go there mostly for you, and we both know that.”, she says, looking inside her teacup. Mal will wait for her to speak, she knows that, but still, it is hard to maintain eye contact. And those words need to be said. Lara can’t afford to be hypnotized now. “So, sorry, I needed to think. I never had to deal with this before… And second, well…”, the astrophysicist trails off, eyes automatically burrowing into Mal’s crimson ones. She shudders a breath, but holds eye contact. It is most important. “What I was thinking about was… you.”
That soft expression she spotted other times was back. A fragile hope. Eye contact is broken, but not by her, this time. He seems to tense even more, if that’s possible. With deceptive strength, he pulls her even closer. The scientist reeds the unanswered question, their sides merging with proximity as if Mal couldn’t fathom not being this close with her.
Then, his head snaps into attention until he’s hovering over her, hands still locked in that firm grip and teacup forgotten in the coffee table. Somehow, even her cup is not in her hands anymore.
Her eyes scrutinize him, stopping at his lips, and she swallows. He’s biting the bottom one, on the brink of losing control over his calm. His face exudes something consuming, devouring.
Lara takes a deep breath and searches the monitors on the walls for some reading that can distract her, so the rest can be said.
“Wait, don’t speak. Sorry, it’s just that… I need to put these into words, and I’m terrible at that. But I think I might… Well…”, he seems to approach their faces, a ground out intent in his eyes. Their noses are almost touching, which makes it impossible for Lara to try to distract herself. Not when he’s this close, warm breath touching her lips. “I don’t ‘think’, I know that I do like you. I don’t know about love, but whatever we have now? It’s nice…”, the admission leaves a little too fast, as if she was desperate to breathe. “Fernweh hasn’t been the best place to be since I came back, but I am glad to have come and met you.”, the doctor manages to push out her remaining words, unable to look anywhere else but him.
He smells like cinnamon, sweet and warm. So warm… Her eyes trail down, locking on his indulgent smile.
“And what do we have, Lara? What is this?”, he says, amused, right hand starts a tentative trail on the right side of her rib cage. Lara doesn’t remember how her hand ended up on his chest, feeling the expanse of muscle beneath his shirt, softly tracing his rib cage, counting bones unintentionally.
Such a thin layer separating them. Such a thin layer of air doing the same.
Her voice is breathless, but she manages to squeeze out some words. “I don’t know… But I want to find out.”
The final distance is cut mostly by Mal, but also by a soft pull from her right hand and the eagerness of her eyes when she looks at him like that.
As if he was one of the stars she’s so passionate about.
There’s almost no control over the ferocity of his kiss, sending shivers all over her skin, but that is barely registered as Lara is drunk on the moment. He is still holding her left hand in an unrelenting grip, while his other hand tries to settle her in place so she doesn’t climb on his lap as she wished to do subconsciously. That kiss will leave a mark. She swallows the sweetness of his mouth with abandon, mind feeble. All thoughts are drowned in a fog. A haze of heat she doesn’t understand, but doesn’t shy away either.
When Lara separates to breathe in, she can feel his smile at her soft gasps for air. A husky chuckle leaves him.
She was never kissed like that. Her face is flush, but her eyes are still set on the prize. Mal’s eyes are a deep crimson and there’s nothing in this world that could make Lara move from that place right now.
Is this the feeling of being hit by a supernova?
The woman lets the intrusive thoughts win and oh-ever-so-softly nips at his lower lip. That small action changes something in his fragile veneer of control. An almost death grip on the nape of her neck makes their lips join again with violence, pulling out a decadent moan from her throat. How can two bodies be even closer than they are now? He maneuvers her, setting a trail of kisses, sucks and nips down said throat, drinking her sensitiveness as more soft moans leave his scientist’s lips. Lara feels a bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder and that wakes her from her haze. The sensation that climbs down her lower belly makes her set her thighs together. Wide eyed and heavily flushed, the doctor stares at Mal’s almost too smug smile. “It looks like you learned your lesson well, Charmer.”
She can’t speak. Her heart is beating too fast. There’s too much blood rushing through her head. The doctor stands up suddenly, breathing in with desperation. Mal watches her, amused, even if he’s still holding her left hand in that dead-lock grip.
Ever so slightly, she eases their hold until he lets go. The smugness is exchanged by a dark expression as Lara grabs the teacups and takes them to the kitchen aisle. I can't think. I can't think! Lara you can't just attack a guy like that!
The scientist almost flees, but the waiter doesn’t wait for her to return. He gets up and remains just some steps behind her, merging their personal spaces. He doesn’t want any more distance between them. There was already enough of that for a lifetime. She's still trying to recover her breathing when he locks her between him and the aisle, intentionally so close that she doesn't have room to move. Tea cups again already out of her hands.
“Lara, look at me.”, he commands, impatient for the first time since they started this. Her eyes are unerringly drawn to his, locking in again. As it was always meant to be.
“Mal, I’m… I’m sorry! I should’ve asked first, not just…”
He has to bite down his bottom lip to avoid laughing. Of course that’s what she’s actually worried about. He’s unable to hide his smile when again, she’s hypnotized by his lips. “We can repeat that as many times as you want…”, he murmurs ever so softly. Approaching his lips to her ear, he gives her a hushed breath. “... Even more. I want all of you, Lara.”
At that, Lara bites down her bottom lip and, in a practiced movement, she sits on the aisle, but it’s Mal that grabs her face and takes her breath away, making her hold onto him as if he was the only thing in this world that could set her free. oc from @lacunafiction
#lara de armas#mal ro#the waiter#the fernweh saga#lacunafiction#one day I'll not be so obsessed#I swear#but today is not the day#slightly spicy?#Lara finally learns she likes him#Anything can be a slow burn if you're blind enough#And she is disgustingly clueless#so oblivious that hurts me#I fear for the other ROs#Imagine Lara and James?#it's like watching a terrible accident in slow motion#but I love the dynamics so much#I love writing about Lara#she's really fun
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I hate the feeling telling you that you're doing it for the attention when your mental health is low. Like who's attention? My plushies? Come on
#one day the abandonment trauma will stop being that bad#but today is not the day#“why do i feel so lonely?”#oh i don't know maybe you did not see anyone since Wednesday#come on
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Alexis and Maximo are always liking my TikTok videos 🥺
#I love them#They are so sweet#Alexis Sides#Maximo Salas#grease rise of the pink ladies#I promise one day I'll shut up#But today is not the day
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𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦
Did they believe in Santa?: believe is rather too strong a word. as a kid, ace was incredibly suspicious of people and especially of what they told him. maybe when he was five years old the subject of santa claus sounded fun to him after all, presents sounded great, but the more he grew the more the subject turned him off. it seemed rather creepy to him that some old dude breaks into the house when you sleep to leave you unknown gifts. honestly, he was more put on his guard about it than he believed in such a thing. quite a skeptical attitude, and probably if someone dressed up as santa and walked into the bandit hideout at night to play out the santa scene, ace would beat that person with his pipe in the first place. he was and is pretty territorial, santa creeped him the fuck out. so i'm sorry for whoever thought it'd be a great idea to sneak up on him in his sleep in the first place.
Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?: a little mix of both. deep in the forest lived a great many different kinds of reptiles which ace liked to observe sometimes in his spare time. not to hunt or scare the animals but just to watch the lizards, snakes. they looked to him like miniature versions of dinosaurs he could only hear about. fauna was always something special and revealing to him. despite growing up as a hunter, he did love animals and he could create a bond between himself and the forest creatures pretty quickly. animals seem to have a thing for him when calmed. as for the stones, he didn't collect them or anything like that, rather the stones were needed for him to cope with passing through the jungle. as crossing a rushing river, marking places if he went too deep to have a way of coming back and sense of direction. something more like using them to make his life easier when he was in the forest
Bugs or slimy critters?: bugs. they're pretty good food, and on goa sometimes there were human-sized bugs. nonetheless, the moment luffy organized the beetle fights, no matter how much ace tried to sound like it was stupid, he still took part with his brothers to watch as the beetles pushed each other over the trunk of a felled tree. it was one of his favorite things, and a little beginning of hazard when ace insisted to make bets on it.
Do they fidget? How?: ace fidgets a lot. fidgeting is a sign that the he is trying to stay focused, but the task ace is focusing on isn't providing his brain with enough stimulation. let's say the ace finds himself in a situation that is personally boring for him, or in an environment with low or no stimulants for him to provide the needed focus he seeks for. then his body looking for any outlet begins to produce stimulation on its own so that his brain can keep itself on the task/situation given. otherwise ace can't maintain attentiveness for too long. this is a natural mechanism for him and manifests itself in different ways. sometimes his leg is bouncing, sometimes his fingers rub against each other, or he plays with the string from his hat, smoothes the brim of it. anything that can provide a physical stimulant for him is welcomed, and it's a pretty healthy coping mechanism to stay on the task.
What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?: there probably wasn't a day that ace wasn't in trouble as a kid. honestly, sometimes he was looking for a problem himself. as many times as he was caught beating, stealing, smuggling, upsetting animals. countless complaints kept reaching dadan regarding ace. he was indeed a very hard child to take care of, giving how difficult his childhood was for him. even as an adult, ace has great difficulty staying out of trouble.
What underwear do they like?: simple man likes boxers. there's not much philosophy to it. as for other people, aesthetically ace likes to see lace.
Designs on clothing or no?: when it comes to prints, it's not a problem for him to wear something with patterns when it comes to simple t-shirts. however, when it comes to a particular design that catches his eye it's called the western shirt yoke. they are an extra layer of fabric sewn seam down over the body of the shirt, front and back. a western yoke is curved, stylized and comes to one or more points , as opposed to a straight stitch commonly found in conventional shirt designs. he very much loves yoke western patterns, plaid flannel shirts, comfy tank tops. although he doesn't wear them that often ace has his own personal taste in sunsetting certain designs
Birthmarks?: as far as i'm aware ace has no birthmarks on his body however the tattoo on his back, the mark of whitebeard serves proverbially as his 'birthmark' since it gave ace a new life ; the birth of the whitebeard commaner and son. the new chapter in his life that it initiated his growth and development as a person.
Do they have good self control?: in an everyday situation ? no. ace is an impulsive person. there are few traits describing his type as far as impulsiveness is concerned ; positive urgency, negative urgency, sensation seeking, lack of planning. the last one is the result of ace doing everything at a given moment, not developing a plan if it is a daily activity. however, he is able to maintain self-control as if facing a potential threat. his brain has a switch, where as his father's commander he is able to not act so impulsively towards his opponent through his natural skills of tactical reading and developing a battle strategy in relation to orders coming from his father / the first commander. however, ace is emotional, and very shaky on the subject so it is not difficult to draw out his impulsiveness even in combat. playing on his emotions can really turn off his rational thinking, and then he just acts like an angry animal during a fight.
Favorite franchise?: ' what did my life turn into ? portgas d. ace experience. '
Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?: yes and no. If he doesn't think about all sorts of things that either don't make sense or are a figment of his imagination, it means he just fell asleep in the shower. Ace tends to talk to himself in his head, and the shower is the perfect place for that.
Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?: he can eat almost anything. so he tends not to care if what he ordered agrees or not. he is more focused on eating than wondering what is in it.
Stairs or elevator?: racing on the stairs if he is with someone. alone ? running on the stairs.
Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?: rather, his stories boil down to the truth and how it happened for real. he rarely colors his statements because he's not so focused on coming off well unless it's something embarrassing or some slip-up he made so sometimes he exaggerates so as not to come off as a total wuss.
tagged ; @feufist ♡ ♡ tagging ; @valour-bound , @oathofpromises ( jill or ashley ), @darckcarnival , @celestiialnotes ( sabo )
#「001」 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬#「002」 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥#「013」 𝗗𝗔𝗦𝗛 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘#/ long post#pov azz will one day not write this long of a study on some random questions#but today is not the day
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me: decides to play Disco Elysium again, starts from the beginning cause forgot the plot
me: fails the first roll (58%) and Harry runs away from paying 120 reàl and jumps while doing a 180 to flip the double bird at the bartender and fucking dies by breaking his spine
also me: restarts from quick save, passes the check but fails the next (72%) and Harry has Big Depression™ while examining some shoeprints and fucking dies again.
I close the game. I have no words
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