#fanta my beloveds

[hollypies]

I'm so sorry bestie, that sounds really scary! I don't know if it'll make you feel better at all but when my mom was a kid her cat went missing and they found her months later perfectly okay with one of their neighbors! I know it's hard but try to not lose hope! Sending you all my love and hopes and hugs and good wishes!!!

HhNnnggh i hope we find her . Ty for the well wishes

[megbanned]

EEEEEEEEEEE

Just bought another Ramune.... OH and it's time to work in the mini comics for Mini Uzi again! Hehehehehehe

Bad photo moment F

Oh, and yesterday I was storyboarding a new meme animation soooOOOOOOOO

[fanta2y]

Nervous Pt.2

eeee this definitely took longer than an hour but i got side tracked yall :((( but this is part two from the nervous ima link part one here incase you haven't read it yet ! honestly it could be read stand alone!!

cw: none, slightly suggestive

word count: 2.5k

nervous pt.1

It had been a couple of days since the “Kugisaki bedroom event”, as you had been calling it. You, of course, told her all about it. And had to bribe her with days of holding all her shopping bags and sparring with her for her to not tease you both relentlessly for it. 

You didn’t want to break the very precarious thread of hope that had formed between you and Fushiguro. He had been less, silent? Not in the real sense where he spoke more, in the sense that he seemed to float closer to you than normal. 

If you both found yourself in the same room, he would hover next to you. Not saying anything, or even acknowledging your presence in any meaningful way. Just leaning on the kitchen counter, a book opened in his hands as his eyes darted across the pages, as you cooked some lunch. 

Or whenever you would find yourself outside, sitting under one of the many trees that lived along the Jujustu High campus. Basking in the shade and the slight breeze, his presence would never be all to far away. Whether he would be training with one of the second years in the field infront of you, or if he was so bold, would find himself sitting next to you. 

Far enough to ensure your thighs didn’t graze together, or your fingers didnt brush against eachother. But the warmth that emanated from his body made you smile nonetheless. 

In some instances it seemed as if he was doing it unintentionally, as if his subconscious was trying to speak the words he was too scared to say aloud. 

You were content to float in this weird inbetween he had created. Scared to push your luck and go back to the cold shoulder he was giving you before this. You were able to steal subtle glances, or pull him by his hand to class or to training. 

He allowed you to be closer than you could’ve ever dreamed not 2 weeks ago. So, you stopped yourself from getting too greedy, from pushing for more, for seeking out more of his calming presence and his grounding touch. 

This all came to a head though when you both found yourselves stuck, trapped together in a small room on a mission with all the first years. Itadori and Kugisaki had rushed all too suspiciously to go check out another area of the building you guys had be tasked to investigate. 

Leaving you and Fushiguro, relatively, alone. 

You wondered the halls, guards up, checking for any signs of cursed spirits wondering around. Usually they would come jumping out, both of your cursed energy’s enough to draw them out. But they seemed relatively quiet, not so much as a blip on either of you guys radars. 

But there was a small spike coming from a closed door. It had both of you stopping, and turning to where the spike in energy was coming from. 

“We should probably-”

“Yeah.” He muttered, stepping infront of you to reach his hand out and open the door. It opened pretty easily, a low squeaking noise echoing out along the empty walls. The place was abandoned, left to rot after the reports of people going missing around the area. It hadn’t been touched for years, and you could easily tell. 

He kept you, almost protectively, behind him. Scanning the empty room, his eyes flickering from wall to wall, trying to spot what had caused the spike in the first place. Both of you stepped in the room, it was relatively small. Too big to be considered a closet of any sort, but too small to be a room that held much of anything inside of it. 

There were abandoned tables, a couple cardboard boxes rotting away on loosely secured shelves that dotted the walls. Many of which had already fallen before any of you had gotten there. The contents left scattered around on the floor, collecting dust as the days ticked away. 

“Come out, come out wherever you areee…” You sung out to the seemingly empty room playfully. You heard Fushiguro scoff infront of you, and you giggled, rolling your eyes at him from behind. 

“Try and take this a little seriously.” He turned around to face you, his voice was serious. But you had spent an embarrassingly long time studying Fushiguro from a far. Noticing the way he interacted and bantered with Kugisaki and Itadori. You noticed the inflection in his voice, and recognized the glint in his eyes. 

He was teasing you. 

The thought sent your heart fluttering away in your chest, usually your playful remarks directed at him, or even just said in his presence. Went woefully unacknowledged, not garnering any sort of reaction from him. 

This was brand new territory. And in the split second you had, you decided you were going to milk it for all its worth. 

“Oh Fushiguro I assure you, I am taking this VERY seriously.” You swore, dramatically placing your hand over your heart. Straightening your spine, rolling your shoulders back. Even going so far as too salute him. A faux face of seriousness adorning your features. 

It was a moment of silence, which felt like it dragged on forever. Fear that you might’ve pushed your luck just a little bit too far hung in the air. Before Fushiguro hunched over in laughter, his giggles bouncing off the empty walls. 

You stood stunned for a few seconds, having not heard him laugh since the Incident. The sound brought heat to your cheeks, and made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Before long you joined him in his laughter, it took both of you a couple of minutes before you could calm down enough to reign yourselves back in. Wiping the tears that had accumulated under your eyes, you both just looked at eachother. 

A soft smile on each of your faces, a simple moment of serenity. A moment that was cut unfortunately short due to the loud bang of the slamming door behind you. It made you jump, startled by the loud and sudden noise. 

A familiar voice echoed from behind the door. 

“You both aren’t leaving this room until a confession is made!” 

Heat bursted on your cheeks as you rushed to the door, “Kugisaki I swear if you don’t open this door Im not going shopping with you for weeks!” 

You furiously shake the door, pulling and tugging the handle. But despite the door looking like it was nearly falling apart all on its own, it refused to budge. You groaned as she giggled away behind the door, placing your forehead on the rotting wood. 

“Kugisaki please.” You said softly, hoping Fushiguro was still far enough away to not hear you. 

“Nope!” She popped the ‘p’, teasing you. You groaned again, resorting to banging your head against the door. 

There was no way in hell you were confessing, the bedroom incident was enough. You didn’t even know if he meant what you had meant in the way you had meant when you said that. If you thought about it too hard it made your head hurt. So you didn’t. You simply basked in the small moments you had with him. 

You had convinced yourself you didn’t need a confession, you didn’t need to be anything official with Fushiguro. You were content to just bask in the budding friendship. 

Even though in reality, you clearly were not okay with it. The longing glances, the mournful sighs. Kugisaki having to listen to you complain about how much you wish things were different. 

“Me and Itadori will be back in 1 hour, if there’s no new developments then you guys better get ready to spend the night.” 

You could see the smug smile on her face, Itadori had been unusually quiet but he probably was off waiting for her outside. 

You turned around, sliding your back against the door. You didn’t even want to look at Fushiguro, the embarrassment had crawled up your stomach and sat in your throat. Making words hard to muster. 

He was going to reject you, that much was clear. You had pined after him for what felt like years, hoping that at some point he would just spare you a glance. And now that he was finally not avoiding you like you were diseased. It would all crumble down with this rejection. 

It would make things unbearably awkward between the two of you, and you would never be able to go back to sitting in silence with him under the trees. Or secretly making him a portion of your lunch and eating together in the common space. 

So engrossed in your spiral, you hadn’t noticed Fushiguro approaching your pitiful figure. He slid down next to you, sitting the closest his probably ever sat to you. 

You felt his side pressed up against yours. It made things better and worse all at the same time. 

“We could just say we did it, but we didn’t.” He whispered, he leaned in close. His lips almost grazing your earlobe, it made you shiver involuntarily. A wet giggle escaped you, leave it to Fushiguro to always find a way out. 

You felt stupid for wanting to cry, you felt like you were mourning what was and what could’ve been in such an unexpected moment. A part of you always knew it was going to come to this, that your feelings would peak at some point and you would have to confess. The love would just simply have no other place to go but out. 

But you thought you had time, atleast before this had to happen. Before the friendship you had spent so many painstaking hours building and being patient, harboring more selfcontrol that you ever had before in your life. 

All for it to come crashing down because of your stupid friends. 

“Would dating me really be so bad?” The question was whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable. The most you’ve ever heard from it. It made your wallowing come to a screeching halt, ripping you from your spiral. 

He had moved further from you, his head wasn’t practically on your shoulder anymore. But your shoulders still bumped together with every twitch. You looked up from where your head was buried in your knees. 

His eyes were stubbornly locked forward, you studied the side of his face. You could almost feel the insecurity rolling off of him as the question hung in the air. 

“Why would you think that?” You whispered back, scared to break the mood created. Not wanting to scare him off from this sudden vulnerability. Wanting to pry more and more information out of him. 

“The thought of confessing seems to make you rather upset.” He said matter of factly, attempting to keep any trace of emotion that could give him away out of his voice. You felt shocked at his sudden boldness, never having seen this side of him before. 

“Thats not why I’m upset.” Your voice was soft, the tears from earlier making your words wet. The fear slowly crept back up, you felt the lump forming all over again in your throat. Rejection loomed over, the coldness that ran down your spine akin to the feeling when confronting cursed spirits. 

You didn’t want this to end. Not when you had gotten so close. 

“I’m scared.” 

You weren’t even sure if he had heard you from how quietly you uttered the words. You had never crossed this line with him, always keeping it to simple pleasantries or comfortable silences. Confessing your biggest fear to your biggest fear was something you never thought you would have to do. 

In an abandoned warehouse no less. 

“Scared this will ruin everything.” Tumbled out of your lips next, and suddenly now that you gotten started you couldn’t find it within yourself to stop. The words just kept rushing out like word vomit. 

“You know, its okay that you don’t like me back, and its okay that this will make things weird and awkward between us and we will have to go back to how thin-” 

“Who said I didn’t like you back?” His questions cut off your nervous ramblings, making your brain short circuit to catch up with what you just heard. 

You looked at him with wide eyes, confused by the implications of that statement. 

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head to the side slightly, a habit of yours from childhood you never did break. You watched as he huffed a small smile, shaking his head at you. 

“I like you too, dumbass.” 

He knocked his forehead into yours, a teasing smile on his lips as you sat there buffering. Your mind and heart running a million miles a minute as you processed his words. 

“What?” You words were floaty, much like how you felt. It really didn’t make sense, this moment didn’t feel real. Truly you were dreaming and you were going to wake up any moment. 

Your foreheads rested against eachother, your breaths intermingling. And he waited, ever so patiently, for your brain to catch up with reality. 

He hummed under his breath as he just admired you, the nerves he felt around you mere minutes ago faded away with the weight of the confession off of his shoulders. It felt freeing to get how he felt off his chest, especially with the security that he knew you felt the same way. 

“You like me back?” You said under your breath, trying to convince yourself this was real. He hummed an affirmative note, his vocals dripping with affectionate amusement. He say the glimmer return into your eyes and that was the only warning he got before your lips were on his. 

He was frozen for a second as your lips danced on his, but after a moment he melted into the kiss. 

Switching your positions to where you were sat, straddling his lap. Your arms hung loosely around his neck as his hands sat, almost stiffly, on your waist. You only willed yourself to pull apart when your need for air overwhelmed you. 

His eyes darted from yours to your lips, leaning in for another kiss before the door was flung open and you both fell backwards. A loud shreek escaping from your lips. 

You heard a cheer and saw a flash of a camera. Your cheeks blazing red as you hide your face in Fushiguro’s neck, groaning into his skin.

“Alright guys, enough enough.” He said, moving you both to sit up off the floor. 

“Finally! I was getting tired listening to her complain all the time-” 

“Kugisaki say any more and I’ll kill you.” You muttered, your face still hidden from the embarrassment in his shoulder. She laughed, holding her hands up in a defensive position. 

“Whatever. You so owe me for this.” She cackled, Itadori giving Fushiguro a clap on the shoulder before they walked away. Fushiguro pushing you up on your feet, his hands still snaked around your waist. 

“Your friends are the worst.” You groaned, and he chuckled. 

“Our friends.” He corrected, beginning to lead you towards the exit of the building. 

Eventually, his hands found their way into his pockets, and you both walked rather slowly side by side. Your shoulders bumped into each other as you walked, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you. A smile never leaves either of your faces.

a tag for my beloved mutual mwah <3 @ssaeth

authors note: i hope you guys enjoyeddd i really liked the way this one turned out !! hopefully im going to be able to write a lot more over the summer!! thank you guys always for all the love, and likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[fantarules677]

I had a little idea about the Solver drones

What if they could get little tattoos using those tiny little UV pointers? I think most people will know what i’m talking about but in case you don’t:

Since the solver hosts are sensitive to UV light (And we know it doesn’t HAVE to some from a star specifically, because of that scene from ep7 with Nori), i keep thinking about them engraving little patterns into each other’s arms with the laser pointers. That’d be so cute help me

…

N would probably draw a little dog on Uzi’s arm while she was sleeping…

[the-real-maglev]

I probably won't ever actually watch or read all of Jojo (I did read and enjoy the entirety of part 1 a while back but I don't have the energy for any more), however I repeatedly find myself thinking and researching about it because Stands are probably my favorite power system in anything ever. The way they give each power a face (or some other recognizable visual) separate from their owners immediately gives them a level of interest pretty much no other power system has, which is helped by just how unique a good chunk of their abilities are. Even the more straightforward Stands end up seeing very creative application. Additionally, I just adore the esoteric naming scheme the Stands have, especially once they start bringing in the musical references in Part 4. The bizarre, somewhat mechanical appearances many of them take on is also a part of their appeal to me.

[banqanas]

fanta twins thats it thats the tweet

[hopkei]

Keito x FINEBOYS

[toytulini]

it is baffling to me that ppl keep insisting "if its not sprite then what IS it tho?" and seemingly do not...retain the recipes that are being shared. like you dont have to memorize them its just repeatedly "is lemonade not sprite though? how is it not sprite?"

"its lemon juice, water, and sugar"

"is it not the same as sprite?" no we just told u. does that sound like sprite to you. does sprite give you the vibe of juicing some lemons on a hot summer day? the lemonade version closest to Sprite over here, in terms of Being Lemonade, is still Notably Different from sprite, or any other soda, is probably Minute Maid, a highly processed branded lemonade that you can occasionally get from soda fountains (DESPITE! NOT BEING CARBONATED! similar to how they somehow dispense iced or sweet tea from soda fountains) it sometimes comes in a can or 2L bottle similar to soda, in the soda isle. and its Not Soda. its not Carbonated. its Trying To Pretend So Hard To Be Real Lemonade. it tastes like lemonade thats a bit sad. it is far more lemonade than SPRITE will ever be. if yall were simply insisting that lemonade is carbonated, that it was like, fizzy minute maid, that would be less offensive than calling sprite lemonade. which is Insane. good god.

[moonstandardtime]

i would have so many more bad habits if i werent so constantly guilt-ridden over things i havent even done yet. never go to therapy

[aeneamtheguy]

famta jungle juice

imagine if fanta made a new flavor called the JUNGLE JUICE (all capitals) andt he bottle had a real fucking gorrilla edited onto it and it only came in 2 lieter bottles, and the flavor was every other fanta soda mixed together with actual fruits in it, the fruits being actual physical fruits you can eat that are just floating in there... And on the bottle theres this advert that if you tweet with #IMAFANTATHEJUNGLEJUICE or #ICANTAKETHEJUNGLEJUICE with a video attached of you chugging all 2 lieters of the bottle you get to go on a gameshow to get a ps4, and this gameshow is like total wipeout but every surface is covered with images of that gorilla that was on the bottle, but progressively you get shots of t he sky and there seems to be weird trees covering the skyline, until it is revealed that every contestant was brought here blindfolded by car and they are actually IN THE FUCKING JUNGLE, AND THE LAST PART OFT HE GAMESHOW IS THEM FIGHTING THE GORILLA FROM THE BOTTLE, AND ALL 5(did i mention there were 5 of them?) ALL 5 CONTESTANT GET A BASEBALL BAT, AND THEY ALL HAVE BECOME LIKE FAMILY ATP SO THEY FIGHT TO PROTECT THE OTHERS, AND THIS ISNT FUCKING STAGED ONE OF THEM GETS AN ARM TORN THE FUCK OFF BY THE GORILLA, UNTIL THEY WITTLE DOWN THE GORILLA TO THE POINT IT RUNS AWAY, and then, after they had won, their prize of a ps4 seeming ever so close, a beacon of light from the middle of the jungle goes off... all 5 make the treacherous journey just to find a perfectly kept "pour all liquids here" box from the airport, and inside is the real jungle juice... all 5 of them's final challenge, to consume all 10 lieters of the airport jungle juice.

[hollypies]

I'm so sorry bestie :( I don't know how I could help but here

Love you so so much and I hope you feel better soon!

Ty mwah ! I got some sleep and I feel a bit better, just super tired. I was awake till about 2 in the morning just thinking about all this.

I've gone through worse, I think. I can get through this too

[natandacat]

Sound off if you love fanta.....

[armoniaxcaos]

SETHU VINCITORE MORALE DELLA SERATA E SIAMO SOLO ALL'INIZIO

[fanta2y]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome!💌

LOVE YOU FANTA!!!!! (/p)

AWWW OMGG KAII LOVE YOU TOOO 😚😚😚😚

this is so sweetttt 🥹🥹 thank youuu !!

(you already know i’m sending it back ‼️🗣️)

enjoy the cute loaf cat 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[thesinglesock]

new "tomato vs potato europe" scale dropped.

r u in fanta exotic europe or no

Countries where Fanta exotic is available

[mikaniiiii]

Starting a pineapple fanta cult. Two members already recruited. The future is uncertain but the pineapple is eternal