#goofy ask i love it thanks

[gomzdrawfr]

I don't know if you take any more requests, but I was scrolling through my Insta feed and saw a panda famous for being "onigiri (triangle rice ball) shaped."

Can we have a triangle gomz?

I hope you meant like hua hua the panda cuz i love that panda

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[bugcatcherkit]

thinking about “it’s because you desire nothing bro” again. why did he say it like that…

mob after that conversation

[skullsemi]

MY turn for an ask, buddy! So with Gladstone and Mortimer you have the makings of another trio— someone who is friends with both of them (begrudgingly or otherwise) so I’m curious! Who would be their Goofy?

That is a great question, and honestly? I can't really see anyone that would fit the bill and I think that is because these two have so many things in common already that it's hard to find someone else just alike

[fisherrprince]

I love ghostnichi so much. Haunting the narrative and also himself

[strange0-0storm]

REQUEST REQUEST OUU...UHH.... SMG 3 and 4 WITH THEIR CHILDREN PRETTY PLEASE !! (beeg and eggdog !! !!)

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I literally love them AHHAHA

Beeg SMG4 wants DOWN LMDJAHS

[yayll]

Hiii i hope you're feeling better soon :(( I was wondering if I could request a Dazai x reader fic where the reader has PTSD? Specifically, the beginning of autumn kind of triggers her (sorry if it's a confusing i dunno how to word it lol) Could it be fluff/comfort? Btw I love your writing style so badly so pls tweak the idea if you think it would work better! And no worries if you'd rather pass :33

hii angel i genuinely am sorry that this took me a while! (work and life happened a little more than usual, GOT SICK and barely had time to sit down and write.) it was so ivover but i am fine now thank u so much bub!

i REALLY hope you like this and that it's what u wanted, i've never written someone w PTSD before and i was just rlly hoping i didn't mess this characterization up for ur request ahhh. i had such a nice time writing it and i rlly wanted to explore the impact it could have around reader and dazai and him going out of his way even if it could be a little goofy and sappy to make u feel at least a little better even if u can't talk abt it.

i love uuuu thank u again! <3

~ a little something about Dazai noticing harmful patterns and loving you through them ~

He's been watching you sit by the window for the past half hour as you stare at what seems like the beginning of the new season outside. You were quieter than usual, more withdrawn and jumpy, which could only mean that you weren't sharing something with him- or rather having trouble processing something to the point where you didn't realize he could tell something inside you was on high alert.

Dazai would rather die than see you in such a state, especially during what's supposed to be such an exciting time of the year that's full of the things you usually love to do. Whatever is impeding you from enjoying the leaves falling has to be dealt with the most delicate of methods, but especially with love. If you taught him anything about the past haunting you to the point of mental distress, something he suffered bouts of every now and then when memories made days grow dark, it's that all you need is one person to truly witness you. Just like how you've seen the ugliest parts of him time and time again yet you still look at him with all the stars in the sky, stars he consumes like a black hole waiting to be filled.

Luckily for you, he has an arsenal of things he can try to soothe you with, because he wouldn't be a good detective AND boyfriend if he didn't keep all those context clues in his pocket for a bad day. Mainly though, he was just completely attuned to your every need. You are his happiness, and your wellness isn't up for debate: It's mandatory. He stands up from the loveseat with a deep exhale as he walks over to you, his lips curled in a lazy smile as he tests the waters to see what you could need from him without asking.

"You know, if you stay any more still I could probably paint you like one of those fancy paintings. What do you say, be my model?"

You look over at him from the window, and he can visibly tell you haven't been at ease lately. He suddenly realizes he's just fallen even more in love with you. That there is nothing in this world that could ever let him see you as anything but his heart.

You murmur, a faint smile decorating your serene face.

"Mm, I'm not sure. I don't think I could pose for that long, you know? It would probably be hard to catch my likeness, heh."

He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes with a playful smirk. Oh how he wants to lean in and worship your likeness with his loving touch, but he decides to take it easy on the physical affection for now, not until he knows you're feeling up for it. He can be a good boy, something he usually isn't.

"Well, I wouldn't mind being the brave young knight who tries~ Shall we take this outside for better lighting?"

You instantly don't give him a good reaction to that. You shrug, seeming conflicted and unsure of yourself, but unable to really bring yourself to explain with words, something uncharacteristic of you.

No problem! Dazai thinks to himself. If you don't want to go outside, he can bring outside to you in the comfort of home. He'll enhance your safe space, and tailor it to just what you need. He hums, tapping his temple in an exaggerated manner as if he were thinking really hard and when he sees that it gets a small giggle out of you, he knows he's on the right track.

"Hm, I know what we should do instead. Wait here, angel.~"

He disappears into the hallway and you sit there as the sound of cabinets opening and rummaging around fills the air. You smile to yourself, and shake your head at the mental image of Dazai becoming a tornado to find whatever he's looking for right now, hoping he doesn't make too much of a mess. You fidget with your hair, twirling it in between your fingers as you take a deep grounding breath while you wait.

A moment later, he comes back with what seems like art supplies and a ton of mini candlesticks.

He knows you're intrigued when you tilt your head in confusion, but then again that's probably just the confusion... Dazai sets down two canvases along with the candles, flashing you a mischievous grin. If you couldn't process your feelings through words, art was always there! You look over the activities he's laid out for you both, awaiting his silver tongued explanation.

"You know when I want to be the little spoon but I don't say anything?"

You laugh softly, and nod.

"Mhm, you get all moody and weird."

He nods back, a half smile on his face as he rests his hands on his hips. He wants to tell you that the only reason he even knew such intimate luxuries is because you showed him that he's worthy of it, of being loved, but he doesn't say anything. He lets the sweet memories between you swim through his mind as fuel for the day he's trying to create for you. His voice sounds more like he's talking out loud now, lost in a thought..

"You make me moody and weird. You also make me want to grab your soft little face and just..."

He then snaps back to the moment, and his tone picks up.

"... But alas, there is no time to waste! Come, sit, I'll get the other things ready.~"

He zooms off to the kitchen, and your heart softens at how much he fusses over you, though you also hope you aren't being too much. You know he'd hate to hear that, so you simply sit down and look over the supplies you had honestly forgotten you had.

Dazai makes tea, because he knows it helps with your fidgeting and you like how the mug feels in your hands, he also begins to set the candle sticks all over the living room, lighting them one by one. You flash him a look of faint concern.

"Feels like Dracula's castle. You sure this is safe, Osamu?"

He simply grins impishly.

"It's called 'mood lighting', cutie. There is an atmosphere to be created!"

"Yeah, and possibly a wildfire."

"Boo, you're no fun. Besides, that sounds like a problem for future us. We live in the moment."

Dazai would never risk your safety and you know that, which is why you don't push the topic any further.

You two settle in, the candles illuminating you both with a warm flame that feels more comforting than you'd like to admit, you feel yourself becoming more immersed in the random little doodles and brush strokes you create as you both talk for hours about literally nothing while sipping on your tea. Nothing feels nice, for once and Dazai can see it in the way you slowly become less and less tense. So mindful, so beautiful.

After you fill your canvas, you set it down, and peer over at Dazai's.

"What'd you paint?"

He smiles sheepishly, and hides his.

"Not finished yet. No peeking!"

He stands up and in one swift motion, runs outside, while leaving you bewildered at the spontaneity of the situation. A few moments later, he runs back inside, huffing with his arms behind his back. He sits back down on the floor with you, criss crossed. He grabs his canvas, and puts something on it as he slowly unveils his work to you.

It's a single crisp leaf he must have plucked from the grass when it fell, the orange and reddish hue placed on the canvas that shows a cartoonishly painted tree as well. He murmurs, eyes trained lovingly on you but with that familiar playful tone.

"I wanted you to get a little air. It's good for one's mood, you know."

You slowly take the leaf, and twiddle it in your thumb as you begin to smile to yourself. You mutter back.

"The weather changes, moods change, it's so overwhelming sometimes..."

He slowly leans in a little closer and places a hand on the small of your back, inching you closer to him too. He wants to distract you from those thoughts affecting you, but it's getting harder when all he can think about is how much you affect him. He whispers.

"My mood never changes, you're the most precious thing I have ever seen all year round."

You look up at him, your eyes communicating what you feel, and he picks up on it with a silent confirmation. You hold each other's gaze for a long quiet moment and when you feel ready you lean into his chest, nuzzling into him. He envelops you in a hug that feels like the remedy you've been searching for this whole time, and it almost brings you to tears. You don't know it also does the same to him. He gives you a soft squeeze and leans down to your ear, his warm breath feeling like the way life is supposed to feel. You mumble, your voice slightly muffled against him.

"Thank you, Osamu. Love you."

He smiles at that. To be something so soothing to you, to be of use for once in his life, it's a feeling that he could never describe. He'll have to find the words when he covers you in kisses from head to toe later, when he makes sure you feel the full extent of his devotion to you through thick and thin. He exhales deeply.

"Change of season, change of mind... It doesn't matter to me. It's still you. It will always be you."

[sforzesco]

When you talk about Philippino history and then Roman history, as a Venezuelan it's been making me think about our history and like, I've always thought there's a lot of similarity there but now it's like...its so similar. Your house is haunted too! I always think about how we won wars against the colonizers but their ghosts are still there, and they still sit at the dinner table with us every night. Your work is so cool, I feel like I can extend that train of thought further through time. I've never been interested in Rome but now I kinda am!

Venezuela 🤝the Philippines: being haunted houses (colonized by Spain)

also that is so SO real, the ghosts really are with us!! THEY ARE AT!!! OUR DINNER TABLES!!!!! ngl, once you start noticing it, it's impossible to NOT notice how they've crawled into the spaces and just. stayed.

ancient Rome is so weird for it too, because if you asked me about it, I wouldn't immediately put ancient Rome down for haunting the Philippines, except for the fact that like Catholicism, it's fucking everywhere. it's gotten in the cracks and spaces between the walls. On the stage of theater, Nadres' Hanggang dito na lamang at maraming salamat: the main character is named after Julius Caesar

Closet Queeries, J. Niel C. Garcia

and so many people are named after figures from ancient Rome (I know enough Mark Anthonys I've run out of differentiating nicknames for everyone) that it rivals Catholic saints for naming conventions. neo classical architecture had it's moment in the sun in Manila, our ilustrados brought some of it back when they returned from Spain to call for reform, and then independence, and I am struggling to hold back a plague-infection comparison about that. like, something else crept in with Spain, and like Spain's ghosts, it Did Not Leave.

but on the other hand! there's a long, centuries long, tradition of using the events of the Fall of the Republic to discourse, discuss, to vent or call for action, current events. it provides a interlocutor when something hurts too much to say directly, it provides a stage to explore a tragedy that echoes in our own histories, it gives a script to voice an ideal that a government might otherwise put down. how many centuries have we used Brutus (and Cassius) to rail against Tyranny, and how many centuries with equal enthusiasm have people used Julius Caesar as a martyr to justify the rights of Kings and Empires? these things are equally as important (in a different way) from the ancient events that actually transpired. (this specific topic, of Brutus & the Assassination of Caesar and it's literary revivals in history, are the focus of The Brutus Revival, Manfredi Piccolomini)

and the cores of these things conflict with each other, but in that friction, it's like there's an invitation to sit down and think for a minute. to look back at history and feel it's immediacy in the present.

ANYWAY I got carried away, but I am glad!! that my stuff could make Rome interesting!!! I hope that you find new doors of thoughts to explore!!!!!!!

[uhohdad]

Oh wow dad you're slaying so hard this was incredible (I wish I was as good with words as you so I could explain how much I loved the chapters) I have a question though, and be careful cuz this could break my itte bitte heart, did john not tell Ruby about the "dinner parties" because he didn't want her to worry/bear the burden of knowing?

Love u pops💞

⌜ KÖNIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

hi hi hi 💕🥹 thank you so much for asking i love yapping about this silly lil story

Partly, yes. Price has been keeping her in the dark about The Capitol being upset with Reader & König in general. She’s entirely oblivious to them being in danger overall, and he knows she will worry herself to the point it might become its own separate issue. Price has that habit of carrying the burden and only handing them out when it is absolutely necessary.

Mostly, though, it’s because Price couldn’t bring himself to admit his own failure to her. I cannot emphasize just how churned up Price is over not being able to get the kids out of it. This is a man who volunteered his own life to protect the love of his life, and he failed. And in his eyes, even after everything he has done to ensure König & Reader’s safety, he failed them, too. Just like he failed every tribute he’s had in the last twenty years.

He can’t block it out or down play it - because he knows what they’re going through.

Price knows he should have told Ruby so that she could act sensitively around the kids, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, so he lied. He could hardly work up the nerve to tell König and Reader - and since Ruby didn’t really need to know unlike the kids, he couldn’t bring himself to get the words out.

He assumed Reader would explode on Ruby and she’d find out that way instead, but she didn’t (preoccupied with getting felt up & stressing about their crimes) That should have been his first clue that something was amiss, but he was too busy choking on his own guilt and couldn’t even look them in the eye.

[achillean-knight]

Spamton? If you want to ofc :)

I would like you to know, Anon, I have never drawn Spamton so he looks-- very goofy and very off, but also I had so much fun just drawing him BAHA

[mikey-stardust-way]

cOUGH YOUR REBLOG OF MY POST WAS SO REAL-THE WIFE EVER

Doodle as a thanks hehe those tags were cool <33

IM CRYING AHAJGHS THANK YOUUU!!!!! 🥺🥺💖💖💗💖💗💖💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Me to him, me to your art, me rn🥺💕💕💕

HES SUUUUUCH!!!

A cringe fail loser wife, little Mr stay at home husband who wouldn't WANT to stay home- man who would burn toast and make solid boiled eggs. I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR!!!💕💗💕💗💕💗💕💗💕💗

[ratatatastic]

welcome to erods adventures with finnish media electric boogaloo because the first one was so great we had to make a second one but this time guest starring lundy!! now lundy has to deal with roddy shenanigans.

this man is getting pingponged between the finns as they decide who has babysitting presser duties for the day and its beautiful you cant escape him he will find a way to get partnered with a finn just to hear them speak in finnish

"no way!" he had so much fun last time with mikksy hes gonna do it again oh arent you blessed lundy you got a presser buddy who staunchly adheres to the buddy system!! he wont leave you alone!!! look at him smiling with the force of a thousand suns!!!

erod turns into an absolute puppy and lundy cant handle it, shying away like if he looks at roddy for longer than a second he might get blinded and when lundy glances over erod looks down to his lap-

why are both of you acting shy WHAT IS THIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT ARE YOU- YALL SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-N-G OUT HERE???... playground flirting...

mc adding "evan AND anton will be answering in finnish now" yeahhhhhhh thats the stuff lets be a little goofy with it lets be silly make roddy smile with the funsies of it all

when you have to lock in because lundy actually has a job to do here and you cant just sit there and make him giggle the whole time despite your jester blood screaming to you that its your cosmic duty

first i lol'd then i serious'd

the wall of "dad is in a business meeting but its take your son to workday so i ALSO have to be at the business meeting too" aka roddy has to sit still and find his own fun that is zoning out and looking over at lundy when he says a word you know (which isnt many in the first place)

"kiitos" "kiitos!" lundy slipping it in first before erod can and erod waiting and following his lead. excitedable puppy learns manners and patience for the first time ever and waits until AFTER the interview to say it instead of interrupting the reporters oh we love character growth. both of them smiling as they get up from their seats OH OHHHHHHHHH

"youre working on it!" YES! YES HE IS! maybe one day they'll get him to say something other than kiitos that day is not today but soon

post practise interview | 6.20.24 (x)

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

I heard someone likes cats

Here are some "feral" cats for ya

Oh my god I love them. I want to watch them from a respectable distance

[symbiotic-slime]

how do u feel about my head cannon that venom just interrupts eddie while he’s speaking to himself in his head and eddie is like wtf man

OMG YES!!! yes 100% they just butt in on his internal monologue to talk about random shit

[incomingalbatross]

WIP asks: Inklings challenge concepts?

Thank you!!

This is still shamefully underdeveloped, but I have a Concept that I think can serve as the bones of a plot, and some of @fictionadventurer's recent Inklings Challenge posts have inspired me to start just having fun with the fleshing-it-out part. Trying to entertain myself, and hopefully make something cohesive along the way.

For now, the current opening paragraph:

The thing of it was, when a person washes up on your beach, it’s presumably your responsibility to take some kind of care of him. This goes double for unfortunate teenagers who have already taken on other extraordinary abilities, like “battling the forces of chaos and darkness”; as has been said more eloquently elsewhere, somehow the consequence of stepping up for hard jobs is that you become more and more The Person Who Does The Hard Jobs.

[soothedcerberus]

Funny dr man faust i love u 🥺 🌼