#friends being friends

[finniestoncrane]

into my terrible edits folder where i express my love for the riddler i go!! u-u 💚💚💚

tagged by precious cool and wonderful @selkymaiden

looking at my mentions and picking up some bugs from under that log: @starlightsearches @tearueful @vveirdvvitch @wingedqueenlynx @just-a-girl-living-in-gotham @rance-ed

[absolutelyrover]

@malletsum, @dailytwsttweets & I pulling up after posting horrendous quotes of eachother & saying the most out of pocket shit

[actuallyberriesarebananas]

Gentle with Gentle

Anime/Manga: Wind Breaker by Satoru Nii

Characters: Mitsuki Kiryu, Hayato Sou

Notes: Relationship is platonic. I actually don't know what I wanted to go for this fic, just thought these two should have more interaction in the manga >n<. I had a hard grasp on how to write them together (or maybe it's a me problem lol) since they don't really have any backstory yet, but I tried to make them in character. I hope you'll enjoy their little bonding ^^

‘How did it end up like this?’

Kiryu thought as he released a regretful sigh, looking down at his vice-captain tending to his sprained ankle whilst a lump of unconscious bodies scattered around the street away from the comforting shade of the pharmacy.

Kiryu impatiently fidgeted his fingers along the hem of his sleeve that was resting on sleek wooden bench while his other hand felt cold to the touch against an ice pack, “I'm sorry for the inconvenience Sou-chan.”

“I thought those hooligans were meatheads, but I guess they were hardheaded too.”

The burgundy haired boy chuckled halfheartedly at Kiryu's lazy attempt of a so claimed joke. His head a bit woozy from the stinging sensation below him, ignoring that, he only hoped to ease the awkward air around them.

The cherry-blossom haired student was not used to accompanying Sou on patrols, or any situation with only the both of them for that matter. They had only been able to interact with one another with the other guys around, not as a pair.

And especially not with tending to other's personal injuries. He felt a bit embarrassed letting his class’s vice-captain have the responsibility in dealing with his own minor mistake.

“Next time, use your heel Kiryu-kun.” Sou’s usual smile was shown, though Kiryu felt a slightly harsh tug from his bandaging. Kiryu winced at the gesture, “Oh my, is Sou-chan still mad at me?”

At that, Sou lifted his face and saw a lopsided smile from the cherry-blossom head. He hummed mindlessly, “No, not at all. I just think you need to have more faith in others.”

Kiryu raised his brow in question, “What do you mean by that?”

“I told you that I could handle the rest of them and yet, you still came jumping to my side.”

Sou raised a finger with a look of wonder, “Something similar happened last time, hm?”

‘Kiryu-kun’

‘You don't have to worry about the ones in the back’

Kiryu's smile slowly fell into an almost straight line from the memory when his chest calmed hearing,

‘I’m here, after all.’

After reminiscing, the hands around his injury were still gentler as before, but now it turned less tense and much relaxed, more secure. The gentleness and care nearly felt soft like cotton to his skin that it gave him goosebumps. It fitted Sou's character.

His eyelids squinted at the eye-patched captain’s next words, “You’re not the same case with Sakura-kun, but I can tell you hesitate sometimes.” Brown-red irises eye-to-eye with evergreens, not glistening a disappointment or indignation. It was a glint of patience, support, and an assurance signaling that a helping hand is willing to be held out when he needed it.

“I don't know what happened to you before Kiryu-kun, but you can trust on us.”

A close-eyed smile plastered his face, reassuring his fellow classmate. “We're strong too, you know.”

A quiet breath was exhaled, his pattern clothed shoulders slacken once his inner thoughts were dispersed by the long-time needed consolation.

Kiryu widened a small smile that shined more brightly than the metal piercings dawned on his features, “I'm sorry for doubting, Sou-chan. I won't do it again. I promise!”

The hair-pinned boy exclaimed his last word by bringing a pinky finger in front of Sou.

‘How childish’ Sou huffed at the thought, nevertheless smiling at the befitting action which he answered, intertwining his finger with the other.

“Let’s work hard together from now own.”

He stood up from his crouching position; finished patching up the smaller male, and dusted his pants.

‘You’re truly kind, Sou-chan.’

Kiryu looked down at his newly bandaged ankle that he observed to be quite well-wrapped. Not too tight, not too loose, comfortable to the touch. What else did he expect from their charming, reliable vice-captain.

Now that Kiryu thought about it, Sou acted a lot like a charming gentleman. Obviously, he's gentle; kind, clean and proper, soft-spoken (a bit of a joker though, nothing bad for having a sense of humor), and also can be sympathetic if you exclude his slightly sadistic tendencies.

He's a strong and utterly suave fighter. Seriously, has anyone saw this person break a sweat in a fight?

Plus, undeniably, he's handsome.

Not being pretentious in Kiryu's defense, but he sees that himself and the tassel earring fighter are similar in some aspects.

Out of curiosity, he had to ask, “Sou-chan, you're popular with the girls aren't you.” His supposed question sounded more of a claim, as he prompt his chin against his palm, his elbow resting on one of his folded arms, with eyes as green as the falling leaves above them—every leaf tapped the ground, for every second, the sound of the warm breeze only to be heard—glimmering purely in question and in anticipation.

Sou's expression was surprisingly taken aback, and blinked a couple of times at the sudden suggestion.

“Oh dear Kiryu-kun.” Despite his furrowed brows, he kept a smile intact. “I can't really say. I have acquaintances, but I don't think I'm the type that girls would like.”

“Sou-chan, you're definitely the type of guy girls would like.”

“That would be their first mistake.”

...

“Then, how about bo—ack!”

“My, my, I think it's time to head back to the others.” Sou smiled innocently, though Kiryu had second-thoughts.

“Uh, okay.” Kiryu replied compliantly (against his will and his injured state) as he was lifted off his feet, currently being carried toward the group’s meet-up place, his back and legs being supported by Sou's secure and admittedly firm arms.

Kiryu figured the conversation about Sou and girls was a dead topic, as well as another one. Luckily he's smart, he knows the time when to respectfully zip his mouth shut.

Silence took over the scene for a couple of minutes when Kiryu's phone vibrated and a ping sound notified. Although his sleeves covered half his palm, he was able to put a good hold on his personal device to see the new messages in their class group chat. Letting it lean a bit to the side for Sou to see.

TAMON TEAM FIRST YEARS (35)

10:33 AM

AKIHIKO NIREI

Hello everyone, our side is clear!

MITSUKI KIRYU

Samesies!

TAIGA TSUGEURA

Good job everybody!

AKIHIKO NIREI

Sent a GIF (Good job!👏🐻)

MITSUKI KIRYU

Sent a GIF (👍🐰👍)

TAIGA TSUGEURA

Let's grab a bite at Muscle Power after this! :D

MASAKI ANZAI

Pass

JUNPEI KURITA

Pass

YURI KAKIUCHI

Pass

TSUKASA TAKANASHI

I have a date with my girlfriend later

TAIGA TSUGEURA

You're all busy???

SAKURA HARUKA

WHY ARE YALL TALKIN HERE WHEN WERE RIGHT BESIDE EACH OTHER

SAKURA HARUKA

ALSO SOU AND KIRYU WHATS TAKING YOU SO LONG?

AKIHIKO NIREI

Sorry guys, he's really hungry for Pothos omurice (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

SAKURA HARUKA

NO IM NOT

YURI KAKIUCHI

Dude do you only talk in caps or you just don't know how to turn it off?

Kiryu chuckled at his classmates usual antics.

“Aren’t they quite chummy.” Sou could only give a fond hum sounding pleased at the, seemingly, ever growing bond of their class.

The pink head motioned their finger, pressing a button and afterwards raising it above their heads.

“Sou-chan, smile!” Kiryu prolonged his words while adjusting his camera in the right position for a selfie, posing with a peace sign. And as said so, Sou followed.

Snap.

The two Bofurin students stared at each other for a second, and stifled a laugh for what's about to come next.

TAMON TEAM FIRST YEARS (35)

10:46 AM

MITSUKI AKIHIKO

You can go to Kotoha-chan’s

first Sakura-chan

Sent an image

Cuz I'm already full of your bf😘

YURI KAKIUCHI

SJDJDKDKNWHEEZE

MASAKI ANZAI

Ouch😢 I feel lonely

JUNPEI KURITA

WTH LMAO

TAIGA TSUGEURA

Oh😲 how sweet

AKIHIKO NIREI

Omg😭😭😭

TSUKASA TAKANASHI

Damn you're gonna let him steal your man Sakura?

KYOTARO SUGISHITA

no bitches

SAKURA HARUKA

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

[pzdragon666]

Enjoy

@breakitoutwildbreak @keef-draws @lanth57 @splashscreenofficial @mr-playlist @chamm0y

[transbunnyboi]

How’s your day going Jervi?

Also had the thought, you should let Puppoy scroll through some of your blog sometime, like set a time for a few minutes and let him make an orange text post at the end of it 👀

See just how much of your deranged and horny pining he can make it through in like 15 minutes and what kind of thoughts bubble up from it

-🐉 (26, They/He/It)

Omg this would be so fun but I’m so sorry because Puppoy is the type to go “Jeepers” 😭😭😭😭

But maybe he’d be all flustered and nervous and stammer when he tries to speak to me because he can’t stop thinking about what I want him to do to me.

Or maybe he’ll make fun of me for what I want, bringing it up subtly and in soft hints until I’m a complete mess, dripping down my thighs and whining and—

[rayedraws]

Midnight Hang- ArtFight

It took a little while but I finally have some time to upload my ArtFight work. I pushed myself a bit this time, I had only a few hours at a time to draw these and while some are more detailed than others, I still put in my all in these. While they do look a bit more rushed than my usual works, I'm also really proud I was able to put the details into these that I did. There are times I hyperfocus on details that I forget to have fun. This time, though I had a lot of fun drawing this character and all the details at the back. This was one for a friend who I love doing silly things for. But this one was a bit more light-hearted and sweet than our usual insane drawings.  Artfight account: https://artfight.net/~Scarzzy  Scarzzy belongs to Scarzzy <3 

[neonpaperlanterns]

I figured to look through *Da rulez*, mostly outta curiosity and saw Bendy and the Ink machine was one of the fandoms you are willing to write about.

I haven't seen any BatIm related stuff recently so I wanna throw a idea out there and see what pops back.

A member of the Butcher gang. (at least, a copy of a member. Lotta copies of multiple characters) and a Boris copy ends up united through combined fear of the ink demon and of the angel.

The two work together to survive, and end up close. Best buds with maybe some extra feelings but overall, just platonic stuff.

A nice little story of two ink monsters finding safety and comfort together.

[A/n: Part two, sort of.]

I find peace in your presence

The sound of hissing pipes and churning machines gradually had Striker opening his eyes.

It felt like he had just fallen asleep only to be woken right back up.

Gurgled groans scraped out of his throat as he plodded along. Limbs stiff and jerky as he went to find Boris. It was the wolf's turn on watch but if Striker couldn't sleep anyways, he might as well join him.

Shambling into the main room of their current home Striker spied Boris. The other ink creatures body was turned away. Shoulders hunched and ears alter as he peered through the slates in the wooden beams. Dragging his feet to announce his presence Striker plopped down on the floor.

Boris flicked his gaze towards him, head tilted in concern.

Noises that almost sounded like words poured out of him. He didn't want to concern Boris. Striker just couldn't sleep. The wolf seemed to understand as he shuffled closer, bumping shoulders with Striker. A small affectionate sounding huff left Boris as he went back keeping them safe.

Leaning into the body next to him Striker let out a low content sigh. He wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep, no it was too late for that. But he could let himself drift, lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of Boris's shoulders. The miniscule movements the wolf made as he made sure nothing would get the drop on them.

Really he didn't know why he didn't try sleeping here in the first place. Why he waited until he couldn't sleep at all to find his wolf. Things always felt better, the world a bit brighter when Striker was next to Boris.

[angelnotice]

I like to imagine that Akechi has a burner, okay? Okay.

[pickletrip]

Mew's Revenge: Part 2

Bring him to his knees, make him beg, and assert your moral superiority over him.

Boston K.O.

[sleepyeye17]

Finished DnD WIP

Read on AO3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44604331

Or read it all here.

“Eddie the Banished is encased in ice from the shoulders down,” Will says. “The cure is behind the gate, but the gate is blocked by an enormous drooling Cerberus! What do you do, Sir Steve?”

“Um. Doesn’t Eddie have a magic flute? Can I take his magic flute?”

“You are a warlock, so yes, you are able to take Eddie’s fey flute.”

“I allow Sir Steve to take the fey flute,” Eddie says. “As the ice slowly chokes me I say, ‘ play… the faerie… charm …’”

“Eddie the Banished presents you with a fey flute,” Will says. “What do you do?”

Steve thinks on this seriously. Eddie loves how intent Steve is. When Dustin had first invited Steve to play, Eddie had worried that Steve might not take it seriously, or even make fun of Will's campaign. So far, though, he was one of the most invested people in the group.

“I… Well, I go over. I take the flute from Eddie's bag, and I finger it.”

A roar of dissent rises from the group. Eddie turns bright red and immediately pulls his shirt over his face to hide his blush. Steve looks around innocently.

“What? That’s what I do.”

“Please never say that again,” Dustin says.

“Say what? Flute?”

“ Finger! ”

“Oh my god, get your mind out of the gutter, Dustin. That’s what you do with a flute. You finger it!”

Lucas claps his hands over his ears.

“Don’t say finger!”

“I WANT TO FINGER EDDIE’S FAIRY FLUTE,” Steve shouts. “THAT’S MY ACTION. I FINGER IT.”

Eddie is doubled over, his head in his arms, his T-shirt still pulled up around his face.

“You broke Eddie,” Will says.

Eddie lifts his head out from his T-shirt, gasping, and wipes his eyes.

“New rule,” Will says, grinning. “From now on, Steve is not allowed to use the word finger .”

“What, ever?”

“Not in my campaign, no.”

“Is that allowed?” He gestures to the massive binder that Erica keeps in case of an argument. “Is that in the rule binder?”

“Yes, Steve,” Erica says. “On page 152, it says that the Dungeon Master can forbid any player from saying any word.”

Steve blinks at Erica, pretty sure that she’s fucking with him, but not willing to take the bate.

“Fine,” he says. “I won’t use that word. Keep going. I start to play the flute.”

“Roll Charisma Persuasion.”

Steve rolls, and Will leans in to see the number.

“The Cerberus falls asleep!” Will says. Steve beams.

“There’s a hole in the wall," Will continues, "And stoppering up the hole is a tiny little beaker. And in the beaker is a glowing fluid, emanating this beautiful golden light. You know that it contains the antidote.”

“I do?” Steve asks. “How do I know?”

“Because I just told you,” Will said.

“And how do you know?”

“Because I’m an omniscient narrator.”

“Oh. Right. Well, can I pull it out of the wall?”

“Is that what you choose to do?”

Steve blinks around at the other members of Hellfire, who are all shaking their heads. He shrugs.

“Yeah, I’ll pull it out, and, uh. I go over to Eddie. And I pour my fluid down his throat.”

The group roars in protest again and Steve sighs.

“I was really trying to keep it innocent that time, guys!”

“ Fluid is also on Steve’s banned word list,” Erica says.

“Will literally used the word fluid to describe it!”

Will waits for everyone to calm down before continuing.

“You tug the beaker out of the wall and undo the cork. You hurriedly run over to Eddie the Banished and empty antidote into his mouth. The ice melts! Eddie is free!”

“YES!” Eddie jumps up and pumps his fists. “I’m free!”

“As you celebrate, however, you hear the sound of running water. You turn to see that the beaker had been stoppering up a hole in what is actually a sea-wall. And that hole is quickly spewing water into the room!”

“Fuck,” Eddie says. “Um, how about the door we came in through?”

“The Cerberus has awoken,” Will says, “And he is now blocking that door.”

“I’m going to pick up the flute,” Eddie says. “I start to play.” He turns to Steve. “ That’s what you do with a flute. You play it .”

“Roll a charisma persuasion,” Will says.

Eddie rolls.

“Damn! It’s almost enough.”

“You start to play the flute. The Cerberus starts to get sleepy, but not sleepy enough. Water is now up to your ankles. Sir Steve? What do you do?”

“Um. I need to buy us time. I need to stopper up the hole, right? So I put my…” Steve looks down at his hands. “I put my… tip… in the hole.”

The room explodes. It’s impossible to continue.

“OH MY GOD!”

“OF ALL THE WAYS TO PHRASE IT—“

“WHY, STEVE? WHY?”

Steve throws up his hands.

“YOU TOLD ME NOT TO SAY FINGER!”

Eddie stands up and walks out of the room.

[sweetums0kitty]

What if I bit you friendstyle

I would welcome it, dear annon! Biting is a great form of affection!

[finniestoncrane]

5 boring facts

tagged by wonderful @starlightsearches (thank you) and i have the energy to find boring facts, those come EASILY lmao

my two sons are both jackahuahuas, but fox is more chihuahua in nature and jack in looks, and mac is the opposite (and kinder)

my husband brought home the chalamet wonka film on dvd tonight because he was craving it so we are currently watching that

i collect lego minifigures and i have 10 unique riddlers (i think i'll need to count again)

i'm VERY far from my next milestone event but my dumb brain has started to panic about planning it already

monkeys and apes freak me out

tagging some beloveds from my recent notifications (and my dork squad) u-u 💚 @wingedqueenlynx @vveirdvvitch @selkymaiden @tearueful @ilovetheriddler @delenygma @riddle-me-ri @march-harrigan @letshaveadepressionparty

[litteraltrashman]

me- my greatest fear is being forgotten my the people i love

my bitch ass friend- i'll never forget you cause you won't stop yapping

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie your oven

ANON WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!? i literally cannot tell you how cyrptically terrifying this is, i went through and checked on my actual oven WHAT IS HAPPENING???

[finniestoncrane]

Headcanon: Oz is the kinda man who will absolutely slow dance with his s/o in the kitchen while cooking together.

i have so many thoughts about him cooking, so many headcanons about it!! i know he has recipes with secrets in them that he won't tell you, not because he doesn't trust you, but because it means there's at least something he can make for you that no one else can ;-;

he definitely lets you do the tasting, either on a spoon or having you suck his finger clean!! and he's attentive to your preferences, he can read your expression and know if he's added too much spice for your liking!!

and he never gets stressed in the kitchen, always the complete opposite, because he's been doing it for so long, for himself and his mother and his siblings, so it's his safe space, somewhere he's completely in control without having to worry about someone trying to take that from him, which means there's always plenty of time for giggling and letting something simmer while he holds you in his arms and sways you back and forth ;-;