#f/o merry may 2018

[speedwagonswife]

F/O Merry May day three: Movie

I wanted to do a redraw from Castle in the Sky!! It’s one of my favorite Studio Ghibli films to date! <3

this was basically just an excuse to try out Studio Ghibli’s style tbh

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

“It’s really good to hear your voice.” 

“If I close my eyes I can almost feel you here beside me…”

“I really miss you tonight.”

Having intimate conversations over telepathy. Just a little idea I had for today’s merry may prompt! I’m super happy with how this came out, but I got lazy for the background for Shiroe so XD the fic that goes along with this will be posted later! But it’s after he leaves for the raid, which was really tough on both of us, as you can see ^^

[tarushipping]

F/O Merry May Day 9: Waiting For the waiting prompt, I just doodled a simple thing of me and Camus waiting on a photoshoot(?) while drinking tea! Of course…Camus is being nice for the camera, but he’s not liking the wait @v@

[roboraindrop]

F/O Merry May 2018 Day 29: Promise

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Rain didn’t know exactly what they were doing on that old street, where every house had a white picket fence and a yard for kids to run and play in. They couldn’t say why their feet walked the familiar path down the sidewalk until they reached a decently sized house with a garage apartment. 

It had been years since they’d visited, and yet the town seemed unchanged. It was, in fact. They knew what would happen; They’d walk into the Cunningham household, be greeted by Marion and Howard, be asked to stay for dinner, and have fun with the family that they had always wished for. Now, though, the guilt for leaving this family and the life they’d lived behind ate at them, and they knew that they couldn’t do that again. 

Instead, they kept walking down the road, headed for the old diner, light flashing and teens dancing. It was just starting to clear out now that dark was coming, and many young kids rushed home to make it before curfew. It was silly, but while they felt guilty for leaving behind their life here to make a new home, this still felt like home. 

Rain walked into Arnold’s Drive-In, sat at the old booth, and smiled sadly to themself as the memory of all the days they had spent there, laughing with Richie, Ralph and Potsie. A shadow was suddenly cast on the table, and they got ready to place an order when their breath caught in their throat. The scent of leather and a strong aftershave hit them, and they looked up into the eyes of the one man they were hoping to avoid- Thought part of their soul sighed out in relief at the sight of him. 

“Hey, Short Stuff.”

“F-Fonzie.” 

“Mind if I sit?”

“Have I ever minded?” 

The leather-jacketed man took his seat beside his former flame, and that guilt began to eat at them once again. Of all the people they’d left here, he was the one that hurt the most. 

“You came back.” They’d worried about this moment for so long that the fact that he wasn’t angry shocked them. Then again, he never was one to handle them incorrectly. 

“Yeah, I... I did.” 

“It’s so good t’ see ya. It’s been so long.” He smiled softly, reaching for their hand. When the familiar contact occurred, Rain relaxed a bit more. 

“I’m sorry,” They managed, “I-I didn’t mean to wait so long, but...” 

“You don’t gotta apologize. Just seein’ you again is enough.” He looked up with those sweet eyes that used to melt Rain into a puddle, “I’m glad ya kept it.” 

This threw them off. What was he talking about? “Kept... What?” 

“Your promise,” He chuckled, looking them up and down. “You don’t remember? I never forgot.” 

“The Fonz never forgets anything,” Rain returned with a small laugh. “I’m a different story, though. What promise?” 

The leather jacketed man shifted his position so that his arm was around their shoulders, “You changed a lot, Short Stuff. Your hair, for one.” He flipped some pink and purple strands playfully, “But there’s more. It ain’t just your outside. You grew up. You got older. When I first met’cha, you weren’t sure you’d ever get t’ that point.” 

They shifted a bit, nodding. They had come far since they’d left, facing a lot of new challenges and meeting so many new people to love. “That’s true...” 

“You did exactly what you promised you would.” 

When he meant suddenly hit them, and they felt their eyes well up with tears. “Fonz...” 

“You kept livin’. Everyone here, they can go on without ya. We’re all happy here,” He laughed for a second, “Its the name of the show. You, though, you can be anythin’ in the world. What you chose to do was to move on, to make your life count. I’m proud of ya, Short Stuff.” He moved then to place a hand on either side of their face, “We’ll always be here for ya, but you’ve shown the world that you can handle it on your own. I told ya you could do it.” 

The contact was changed when Rain threw their arms around him suddenly. “I only made it this far because of you, because of everything that you did for me. You gave me a home- You gave me hope. You saved my life.” 

“Maybe,” He smirked, returning the embrace tightly, “But you’re the one who made it worth livin’ again.” 

[stitchlovergirl96]

F/O Merry May! (Day 1): Rest

I still have major art block and I’m hoping doing these challenges can get me into the zone to work on commissions.

It’s easy to fall asleep with a big beefcake’s arms around you. Especially because he’s so warm~

Please do not reupload/repost my art. Unless I have given you permission to. Only reblog it from me on Tumblr, thank you!

[tittiesontrees]

OH BOY ITS 1 AM Day 26, excitement Excited for what? Our first date of course! (Had to have the shirt custom made by Karamatsu, who cried out of how proud he was his brother got a girl with good taste in fashion)

[limey-blue-arty-do]

F/O Merry May: Day 6/7 - Air/Fire

hover boots beat fire wings for effectiveness when falling

[pixs-pinings]

F/O Merry May Day 28: Holding

Pix never was really able to hold onto her memories.

But now that she was here, she was able to reach back and grab those moments in the air, like her problems went away...

... As if. She still forgot shit, and holding onto her memories was a gamble, just like always.

But looking upon Sumia, and her smile... that was something Pix would never forget seeing. That was something Pix would hold onto. Pix wanted to hold onto more about her, and the more she held on, the more she was concerned.

Why was she holding onto so many memories when her memory was so shitty? she forgot who cooked breakfast the other day, forgot when it was her turn to wash dishes, forgot her orders- but she remembered Sumia’s hair, glistening with water, from last month. It was maddening.

Nowi clung onto her arm, and with glittering eyes, said, “You might have a crush on her!”

Pix’s mind held those memories in front of her face.

and Pix mumbled, “oh.”

[ask-masondemoone]

F/O Merry May 2018 Day 4: Water!

A little late in the day, but, Mason and Hugo trying to bathe the rowdy and dirty doggo, Duchess. It did not go as planned.

[speedwagonswife]

F/O Merry May day four: Water

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

Merry May Day 9: Waiting

Summary: Ashley and Shiroe are at a restaurant eating lunch during the first day of the festival, so of course it’s rather busy. Waiting for her food is definitely not something that she enjoys, but it gives her some time with her boyfriend.

W: self-insert, fluff

((Note: So I decided to start participating after all! This is the easiest thing I could think of, and I might draw a few prompts maybe. Anyway, it’s very short and I’m so happy to be back with my husband. I missed him a lot.))

My soft groans come out just in time, my stomach growling as I pressed my palm against my cheek. The restaurant was rather busy with the festivities beginning today, which meant that we were waiting a little bit for our food. It wasn’t a long wait, but it was long for someone who hadn’t eaten all day. It also didn’t help that we had so many eyes on us, as per usual. My lower lip pushed out into a pout, fiddling with my cup.

“I’m so hungry,” I groaned.

“Me too… but I’m sure they’re just busy.”

“I know, I know… I just get cranky when I’m hungry.”

“I noticed.”

Shiroe smirked softly, causing me to cut my eyes at him with a narrowed glare.

He chuckled softly, though I could see the nervous sweat that formed from my look. I smiled triumphantly and leaned forward on my elbows, glancing around at the others around us that were eating or waiting just like we were. It was actually pretty nice to be here with him, even if it was lots and lots of waiting. My stomach was screaming at me, sure, but I was happy to be with him.

Taking a sip of my tea, I reached out my leg a bit to brush my booted foot against his. Shiroe’s face turned a little pink, and he began fumbling with his words to hurry up and distract me. It was kind of cute. No… really cute.

“So… uh… got any plans for the festival?” He asked.

“Well, I mean… Marielle wants to do things, but she’s got business. I wanted to do a little shopping with you… but you said you were busy.”

I batted my eyelashes and sipped on my drink, making sure to make eye contact with him.

He chuckled nervously again, rubbing the back of his neck and cutting his eyes from side to side. I stared intently at his eyes, watching them become hidden by the glare of his glasses. It was cute. So cute that I almost wanted to let him off the hook. Almost.

“Well, I mean… I do have a lot of stuff to do, but… I could join you for a little while if there was something you really wanted to do together.”

“Oh? Really? Well, the shops are really what I want to see. I saw this cute shirt that I think would look adorable on you. And I was looking forward to wearing my new dress tomorrow.”

Shiroe glanced at me, and I caught a small glimpse of curiosity in his eyes.

“Uh… a new dress? I mean, if you really want to… I guess I can try to finish up tonight and early in the morning.”

I smiled broadly, jumping up a little bit in my chair with excitement.

“Awesome! I’m looking forward to it, baby!” I said, grinning.

Shiroe smiled back, his cheeks flushing a bit as he glanced at my smile.

Slowly, he reached for my hand and cupped it in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze, causing my heart to flutter in my chest. The closed eyed smile that he gave me next was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. I was sure that it could stop my heart all together. It was unfair for someone to be this adorable. And yet… I didn’t want him to stop.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I heard a voice chirp from beside us as our waitress came back.

“I’m so sorry about that! We’re having a bit of a rush, but the food has arrived!”

The two of us quickly jerked apart from one another, glancing up at her to see her giggle. She set down our plates and brought me a refill for my drink, giving a wink as she tucked her things under her arm. “You two are adorable,” She giggled, flittering off to the next table that she needed to attend to.

Shiroe swallowed, chuckling softly as he fumbled with his utensils.

“She’s… nice…” He mumbled.

“Yep. Be sure to tip her well.”

“I always do.”

I chuckled, biting my bottom lip and watching him practically start to devour his food.

This man was too cute for his own good.

[canthandlethemfeels]

Merry May Day 8 (cold)

When you’re both awful at this flirting business-

[roboraindrop]

F/O Merry May day 16: Removing As much as I love seeing his face... I'm glad this man learned his lesson and wears his helmet now. Every now and then though, I like to remove it to give him the kisses he deserves 💕

[kinsbin]

Merry May Day 10: Mealtime

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“Well? What do you think?”

“...For human food, it is acceptable.”

This looks so bad but honestly I’m so tired i’m amazed I got anything pOSTED FOR TODAY SO HERE WE ARE. Sesshomaru, as a demon, doesn’t hAVE to eat human food, but, I cook really well so he’ll make an exception :3c

[stitchlovergirl96]

F/O Merry May! (Day 4): Water

I remember a while back someone mentioned me spraying Star Platinum with water while he was wearing a tight white shirt, so I could see his muscles. With today’s prompt being, Water, I took advantage of that idea.

I streamed this one earlier, big thanks to those who came, I’ll try to stream more often!

Please do not reupload/repost my art. Unless I have given you permission to. Only reblog it from me on Tumblr, thank you!

[kingofselfinserts]

Rest

Summary: People deal with stress and anger differently. Micah happens to be in a bad mood, and needs some time to relax. 

Word Count: 1,716

Ships: The King and I (Micah/Gilga.mesh), hint of Hell's Angels (Micah/Gilga.mesh/Kirei Koto.mine)

Warnings: Fluff, a stressful day, maybe some questionable morality, mention of stalking, possible mapo tofu, Lancer appears

The uneventful day had been making Gilgamesh stir-crazy.

Kirei had been attending to the Sunday Service, meaning he probably shouldn't be seen until it came to a close. Bound inside like a caged mutt; it irritated him immensely. If he is to live in the modern world, before his new ruling, he should be able to walk about as he wanted. Yet, he knew Kirei was playing it on the safe side. After all, no Masters should know of his existence yet.

Which meant his only other method of entertainment was the one person he deemed eligible to be on near equal terms that he had with Enkidu: Micah.

Micah, or his “love” as they called each other, had left early that morning before the Sunday Service began. They left a small note by the bedside table, mentioning wanting to buy some ingredients for dinner. It was nearing the end of the service, and there was no sign of their arrival yet. Perhaps they were playing it safe as well and avoiding any collisions with the common folk, but it was making him impatient.

Sitting in a quiet room in the church, Gilgamesh rests on the couch, sinking slowly into the cushions with an arm cradling his head. As much as he wanted to drink, Kirei insisted to save those funds.

A boring evening with nothing to do.

The door opens. Gilgamesh turns his head to see the rabid dog, Lancer, walk in with a scowl on his face.

“Have you returned with more information”, Gilgamesh questions, much to the disapproval of Lancer.

“Nothin' out of the ordinary,” he replies. “Looks like the little lady still hasn't picked up her Servant yet, and there's no sign of a Saber nor an Archer.” Gilgamesh takes in Lancer's everyday attire, a brow perked in distaste.

Of course there's nothing going on today. But those details weren't important to him, not in the least.

“What about Micah? Have you seen them?”

“Oh, them?” Lancer hums, thinking for a second. “Come to think of it, I think I did. They were in town, but it looked like they were headin' back. Seems like your “beloved” had quite the glare, might wanna keep 'em in a good mood.”

“A glare?”

“Yeah, almost didn't recognize 'em. Bad day, from the looks of it.” Lancer struts towards the opposite side of the room, opening the door towards the kitchen. “Like I said, they're probably not in the mood to deal with much. If anythin' goes down, that's your business.” He passes through, leaving Gilgamesh by himself.

Micah, having a bad day? Well, he's not surprised due to his own bad mood, but it grabs his curiosity. If they're heading home, then they should be back soon.

Perhaps a small nap would do him good.

“Gilgamesh.”

He opens one eye, and his vision focuses on the form of Kirei above him. A small smirk curls on his lips, and he sits up from his position on the couch.

“Something the matter, Kirei?”

“Have you seen Micah?” The smirk falls, and he pulls at his memory to recall what Lancer told him.

“Lancer mentioned he saw Micah heading back to the church, so shouldn't they already be here?” Kirei nods, glancing over to the door where Gilgamesh last saw Lancer walk through.

“Possibly. I was told that there's a note saying not to eat what's in the grocery bags. I figured they must've been with you, but since you haven't been bothered, they're likely to be in their bedroom.”

Micah came home and didn't even bother to wake him up? And not even Kirei was aware where they were? Either they were spacing out, or their bad mood was much worse than he thought.

Gilgamesh pulls himself up, marching himself past Kirei and headed towards the corridor. Down there at the end was the room assigned to Micah, which he remembered being open when he came to investigate earlier. The door was now closed shut.

He stopped before their door, noticing the small dry-erase board. In red marker and in all caps, the words “DO NOT DISTURB” hung, bearing down a very-heated warning. Underneath, there was a small note saying “Thanks.”

Ignoring the signs, he turns the knob and finds it unlocked. Inside, the room is dark, and he can see a figure curled in blankets on the bed. There's some muffled sobbing, and anger flares in his skull as his brows furrow. His love was not okay. Whoever has caused them trouble would die where they stood, he swore that much.

He closes the door, approaching them quietly and softly. His knee presses down on the bed, and the muffled sobbing stops with a small jump.

“W-What do you want?” Refusing to remove the covers, Gilgamesh stares down at the sad sack of blankets and tears.

“You didn't wake me up.” A head of brown hair pops out slightly at the sound of his voice.

“I... I didn't want to bother you.” He chuckles, the creases in his forehead relaxing as he sits himself next to Micah. His hand gently brushes the brown locks from their face, revealing the teary-eyed face of his beloved. Blue-greens eyes were red and puffy, and their cheeks were a dull pink.

“Nonsense. As long as it's you, I do not mind.” He slides himself under the blankets, pulling Micah into his arms and resting their head on his chest. “What has brought you to such a pitiful state?”

With a small sniffle, they curled closer to him. “I-I was wanting to make something special for d-d-dinner, so I went into town to buy some things. A-At the checkout, I was getting nervous, and I-I-I messed up the number for the c-card, but what really set me off was this creeper who would not get that I did not want his help and he kept giving me this look and-” They were going off on a tangent, their words partially muffled and mixing in pace that he had to brush his fingers against their cheek.

“Did he hurt you?” Gilgamesh's tone settled between calm and threatening, as the thought of someone touching his beloved was enough to make him enraged. There are only a few who were allowed to even gaze at them, much less be touched by. Kirei was the only exception in that department, and Lancer was only allowed to if their life was in danger.

“N-No, thankfully.” Their breathing calmed down, and the sobbing was minimal at this point. “But he did follow me for a bit. I thought he might've decided to come all the way to the church, and-”

“Had that mongrel followed you,” Gilgamesh interrupted. “It would've decided his death then and there. I would not let some cur touch what is mine.”

“That's not...” Micah paused, biting their lip. “I didn't want to involve you in something I could've taken care of.” He stops, blinking slowly.

They could've been in a situation where they could've been kidnapped or worse, and that was their concern?

He goes from small chuckles to bursting into hysterics, his free hand grasping his head as he throws it back against a pillow. Micah lifts their head up, pouting at his antics.

“What's so funny?! I'm being serious here!”

“You're so amusing sometimes,” Gilgamesh replies, his giggle fit just about over. “You mean to say you worried about it being an inconvenience, rather than a life-threatening situation?”

“I mean... I'm a Mage.” Their tone was so nonchalant that he almost forgot they were sobbing just a moment ago. “I could just whip some sort of craft out if need be, but I didn't want to do it so close to the Church if it came down to it, and I had plans for dinner.”

Gilgamesh shakes his head. “Honestly... Out of curiosity, what was so important to go out and get in the first place?”

“Oh, um...” The flushing in Micah's cheeks return, and they avert their gaze from him. “I was, you know, wanting to try if I could replicate a recipe I found.”

“What recipe?”

They contort further to hide their expression. “It’s m... Mapo tofu.”

“Oh?” Gilgamesh's smirk slips into his tone. “For Kirei, I imagine.”

“I-I wanted to thank him for giving me a place to rest, s-so I asked Lancer what Kirei likes to eat, and that's the answer I got.”

Gilgamesh brushes a hand against their shoulder, his fingers sliding towards their chin and pulling them to face him. With a gentle tug, they gaze back at him as he leans forward and places a chaste kiss at the corner of their lips.

“So considerate,” he purrs before giving another kiss. “But, you should rest a bit; I do not think you should worry about dinner yet.” His arms wrap around them, and pulls them back onto his chest as he lounges back on the bed.

“But-”

He interrupts before Micah can finish the thought. “Rest now, my love.” They give a weak smile, snuggling against his chest. Their heat brings a smile on his own lips. With his lids shutting, he drifts off with Micah on top of him.

Lancer sighs as he follows Kirei down the corridor. It's bad enough that Micah seemed MIA; with Gilgamesh off who-knows-where, the two can only hope that they'd find some sort of lead as to where they were.

Kirei stops before Micah's door, pausing to read the message before giving three gentle knocks. The rapping goes unnoticed, so he turns the knob with ease as both he and Lancer peer inside.

Thankfully, the two are actually there. Micah is resting on Gilgamesh, and the two are softly dozing off.

“That's where they've been?” Lancer keeps his voice hushed, but he's a tad annoyed that he had to go out of his way to find them in the first place.

“It's one ordeal out of the way.” Kirei closes the door, leaving them to rest. He walks off, Lancer staring at his back as he strides down the corridor. “I suppose it's time for dinner preparation. I'm giving you the task to wake them up once it's done.”

Sighing for the nth time today, Lancer rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah, gotcha...”