#hello... sweats

[datcravat]

what are you scared of?

[im-still-watching-anime]

apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB

apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[b1adie]

UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE?????? THEY SAID TSUNDERE RATIO CANON 😭

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Owlbert: Dr. Ratio may have a sharp tongue, but it seems there's some mutual respect.

Dr. Ratio: Wait a moment. “Mutual”? What did he say about me?

Owlbert: Aventurine personally asked for Dr. Ratio to be our guest today.

Owlbert: He said... ahem. (imitating Aventurine) "Perhaps only Dr. Ratio can succinctly explain my combat style."

Dr. Ratio: Nonsense! He's a system of chaos devoid of logic. Unintelligible!! That gambler can't possibly think my mathematics are suited to this— this pinball, can he?

Owlbert: He also said, "Dr. Ratio will vigorously deny this, but if he didn't fully understand my abilities, why would he accept the invitation to come on the show?"

Dr. Ratio: That's not,, I just… I approve of this show's dedication,, to truth,, and… knowledge. Nothing more.

Owlbert: Haha, I really can't tell what the deal is between you two!

[ategods]

REBIRTH, RENEWAL, REJUVENATION. kirin keyes sheds personalities like a snake shedding skin. charming, nervous, empathetic, flamboyant, overconfident. adjectives repeated in front of their fogged up bathroom mirror. between each fluorescent flicker, their mask changes. doors open like suitcases on the prize is right; here are all the things you can be! pick the right one, win. win, win, win. skipping and frolicking over the people you've screwed is no hay problema when you're on the yellow road to success. the very concept of a guilty conscience would vanish from anybody's mind after experiencing the hefty weight of a fresh stack of hundred dollar bills in their hands.

[ we don't talk about the nightmares, the stink of booze on them - barely covered up ten or so layers of paco rabanne's 1 million - or the wave of nausea caused by a certain look in mari's eye. cold, hollow. terminal. like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. ] kirin shifts in her office chair, and the leather squeaks beneath their suit - clad ass. she blinks, chuckles. shrugs a shoulder, as if their shitty attempt at nonchalance will do fuck - all to hide their unease. " i hear you. though, as a wise man once said— " they gesture to themselves with both thumbs, GRINNING again. " —life's all about takin' risks. right? "

a beat. " so... you wanna get back to it? discuss? "

sitting in the drivers seat, slamming against the gas, the end of a road is a finite line of fixed attractions. a lengthy list of to-do's. (first order of business, second asset of operations, third and forth and fifth next-up's, check-marked day by day.) wiping the slate clean is no easy task. finding new identities isn't a walk in the park. becoming someone anew, all refreshed and revived and resurrected from graves below, however, is an act mari knows well. loves well. has played well, and will play again. [enter: kirin keyes. lawyer, liar, a level tip of the scales. greed-monger, fear-reducer, and the next trick up mari's sleeve.] the question of the hour is the answer of the day. murderer, manipulator, foul-mouthed customer; macabre suited, melodrama drawn ... who is mari dai? who was she, is she, who can she be?

KIRIN KEYES [@ategods] : "what i always think about first, mari, is my own sweet ass."

better yet: who is she willing to become? "oh?" sheltered in the back-corner of a belly-up lawyer's office, mari's played her cards easy. lax. lazy, and nearly fumbling. [authors note: oversight is underestimation, and mari has no problem manipulating a scene with ease.] therein lies the slip, the stumble, the crass criminal that beckons bare bones out from kirin's mouth. (show me your skeleton, your skin; peel back your layers, let me find the truth.) "well," a tilt to mari's head sharpens the edges of her features. slingshots a new player into frame. [enter: mari dai. the real, raw, rubbed-knee of a wound, self. bleeding. brutal. blasphemous.] "for the sake of tr — transparency, kirin," her tone turns sweet. sour. fermented, and uncannily still. "i think you should be careful who you say that to." a slow blink. "right?"

[emmavakarian-theirin]

🫠

[lemonerix]

tank top gangsta iggy (turn the heat up in that room I need that leather jacket OFF)

[lorelune]

um

[mythtiide]

what its all about honestly 🍨 (+ bonuses under the cut !)

i didnt know what to draw so i pulled smth out my pinterest pose board; heres the original image!

+ doodles from these past few weeks

[marclef]

alright.... SO. since there has been.... a very big influx of people asking for Fake Peppino hugs. i have taken the liberty of making this easier for myself and shoved them all into (mostly) one drawing!! hooray!!!

(aside from 2 that i couldn't fit, and felt like drawing differently. but... you'll see!)

but anyways, i hereby present... THE FAKE PEPPINO HUG PILE!!!

featuring the hug-ees @noodletime (don't worry, he's been given VERY strict rules not to eat you.), @juliatv, @lavenderrvalleyy, @cyanityinsanity101, @yoyosiuwu, @hamsterrodent, and @creat0rstudi0! i hope i drew you all right 🤗😊

.... and now, two more Fakeys for your (hopefully) viewing pleasure!!

for the lovely @thatspecificanomaly, with their "Fake" Brick... i think getting a hug might be a bit too dangerous for them though, Fake seems fairly suspicious...... 👀💧

and then for my friend @abbyroseflame24, because i couldn't figure out where the heck to fit her into the big drawing... so she gets a full-body snuggle instead 🤗

(... phew, that's like 10 asks out of the way now at least 😅)

[unknowntalesbymiles]

who woke bro up from his nappin

(design inspired by @shandzii ‘s personal ref sorry for the tag !>_<‘)

[kpop-locks]

꒰ ˀˀ ↷ zerobaseone ; sweat ”♡ᵎ ꒱

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don’t repost our work or claim it as yours

[ofmermaidstories]

there’s something so bittersweet and lovely about fanfic, at it’s core. it’s so impermeable, because it’s so individual. fics don’t get finished. fics get lost because they were typed out and sent to friends, in the 70s, and somewhere along the way someone packed it up in a cardboard box and their kids shuffled it to the attic. websites go down. archives get built, but then people lose faith in the story or the canon or the creator and delete them. you read it at like, 3am, and can’t remember the title months later when you look for it again.

the tiktok these comments are from was lamenting about the loss of a favourite fic—it (the tiktok) had 85k+ likes, and over 700 comments, mostly similar to these. people talking about downloading fics to read on a tablet only for them to disappear the next day. using the wayback machine and combing through results, just to find something they loved. i think it’s sweet because it’s so human—how easily we love something, and how easily we lose it. i used to print out my favourite fics, as a kid—i still have a binder of them, buried under yearbooks and the old journals i kept during those topsy turvy preteen years. i could tell you the overarching plot to a Cardcaptor Sakura fantasy AU i read (and loved; it became my personality for months afterwards) but i can’t remember how it ended, or if it even did. i finally broke down and signed up for an account on AO3 specifically to bookmark an old, old fic that i had read somewhere else, years and years and years ago and found again on AO3 only because i accidentally stumbled on the author here on tumblr (i had only found the fic in the first place all those years ago because of a playlist). i used the same shade of lipstick for years purely because a fic i really liked had the main character apply it (it was a limited edition one at the time; i bought my first one from a ebay seller in the UK at double the retail price, lmao) while the love interest watched them, but i can’t remember the name of it, only how it made me feel (and how, for years afterwards, i would wear that shade whenever i felt like the day had something promising to it).

one of the first anon’s i ever got, in the early days of this tumblr, was someone who asked me if it was okay if they downloaded surrender—and of course it was. of course it is. there was a point, during the final stretch when i was trying to write the last chapter, that i almost lost the entirety of what i had written for that fic—and i mean, it was on AO3 by that stage so it would’ve only set me back a chapter or so, but it goes to show how fragile things can be. how sometimes fics only last in tiny ways—because of the unfinished PDF file someone downloads. The patchy memory of someone’s who’s jumbling it and three other fics together. Because someone wore the same shade of lipstick you mentioned, off-hand, for years afterwards.

(this is a love letter to the silent readers; the silent savers. the lurkers. fandom and the internet at large is made of lurkers (eighty-five thousand likes. seven hundred comments). people who saved fics and waybacked them and will reread them, even uncompleted. telling each other we did a good job, that we liked this or we liked that is wonderful, and fun, and a great (and important) way to build a community and has also given me my current friends—but sometimes something you make will matter and live on in a way you will never, ever know. and it’s just how it is. it’s part of the fun and it’s part of the charm. it’s just how we work as people.)

[jadewritesficshere]

Warmth

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you home after work (1150 words)

Contents: Reader suffers from chronic pain, smoking weed, no gender descriptors for reader, reader is called Baby

Please note I am not a doctor and do not take any medical advice from me ok thanks also each person's health is different from someone elses so please be kind to each other thanks bye

You sigh as you finally lock the door for the store. You had started the day out with working your regular shift. Which had been fine, even if you had felt a little stiff. Then that coworker called in sick...again. And your boss begged you to stay late...again. You had wanted to say no, but the prospect of getting a bit extra in your paycheck, well, you couldn't pass it up.

But now your body was screaming at you. Working for twelve hours had your joints aching. Some days you could barely roll over in bed without the pain. Could barely think a coherent thought as your joints and muscles screamed at you.

And other days, the good days, you felt you could run a marathon. Not because of an absence of pain, but the pain was so little compared to what you were used to it felt like nothing. Some days started like this and ended like the bad days.

And today was ending like a bad day. Especially because that one manager, the one who seemed to not like you, was on duty. Your boss, the sweetest old man in the world, didn't care if you sat in a chair at your register. But the manager who came in for the evening shift once the boss was gone? Took it away and called you lazy, even if you were the best cashier they had.

You slowly but steadily made your way to the van that was sitting idle in the parking lot. Through the passenger window you can see Eddie smoking a joint. When you opened the door, startling Eddie, smoke furled out. You climbed in and slammed the door shut.

"You know this is just begging for someone to call Hopper right?" You groan as you turn to grab your seat belt. "Figured you'd wanna smoke and relax a bit, thought I'd get it started for you." Eddie's arm reaches across you grabbing the seat belt before you could and buckling you in. "I can do it myself," you mumble.

"Yeah, you can. But maybe I want to take care of my Baby, hm?" Eddie hands you the joint," When you said you'd be late earlier, you uh said you already weren't feeling the best. Figured I could do what I can to help. Not that you can't do it yourself, you can, but you know-" "I know. Thanks."

It still was hard to accept that this is how your life was. Even harder to accept help. The thought that people were helping out of pity made you want to scream, even if you knew some people, like Eddie, were helping because they loved you not because they pitied you.

The van roars to life as Eddie presses the gas a bit too hard, causing the entire van to lurch. Eddie winces and mutters an apology. You inhale on the joint, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You crack a window to let the smoke out, humming as you close your eyes.

By the time you make it to Eddie's, you can feel the weed in your system. Softening the edges of everything. The pain easing up slightly as you relax.

Eddie tumbles out of his side, almost face planting, as he rushes to get to your door. He throws the door open and bows, "My liege." You huff out a laugh as you graciously take his hand, gripping it tightly as you step down and out of the van. Eddie winks at you as he kisses the top of your hand, causing you to swat at him. Eddie chuckles as he drops your hand to go and open the door of the trailer.

You follow Eddie inside and to his room after kicking off your shoes. Your only thought is laying down and going to sleep. You barely shrug out of your uniform before collapsing onto his bed. Usually, Eddie would make some joke about getting naked, but tonight he forgoes that and instead dims he lights, sensing how tired you are.

Eddie's bed is old and yet somehow more comfortable then yours (probably because Eddie moves around so much in his sleep he doesn't stick to just one spot like you do, which causes your mattress to deflate and sink in one spot). You toss the nearest blanket over you, sighing in relief that you made it through the day.

You can hear Eddie enter and leave the room a few times, mumbling to himself. The sound of his rings hitting his dresser. The creaking of the drawers opening and shutting as he finds something to wear to bed. The distant beeping of a microwave going off before Eddie leaves the room again.

"Made you something," Eddie says as he reenters the room. "Not hungry," you mumble into the pillow. "Its not food- well, it is but not anymore? I mean we could eat it buuuuuttt..."

You peek an eye open to look at Eddie. In his hands is an oddly shaped lump. You can recognize the familiar pattern as the curtains in Eddie's room (and the realization there are no curtains anymore hits you). You can tell it was supposed to be a rectangle, but is more oblong like an oval.

Eddie gingerly places it against your back and- oh. It's warm.

Eddie crawls onto the bed next to you," Remember the heating pad? How it died? Well, figured might as well make my own and save us some money. Filled with rice, so if we really need to I guess we could eat it but I don't think that's uh the best idea."

"You sew?" You ask softly. Eddie grins at you," Mama taught me." Eddie readjusts the bag against you where it fell away. "Eds..." Eddie hums looking up at you," Yeah?"

"Thank you." "Anytime Baby. I'd do anything I can for you." You smirk at him," Anything?" Eddie rolls his eyes as he grins back," Weeelll-" you both chuckle. You roll back onto your side and close your eyes.

And as you lay there you think of how much Eddie loves you. How often he shows you his love. How he opens doors for you and closes them. How Eddie doesn't treat you as glass like some of your friends do, but how he still cares and makes you comfortable. How Eddie doesn't try to limit you and let's you set the pace for yourself. How Eddie took down his curtains to make you a heating pad because yours went out.

You reach back and slowly link your hand with his. Eddie hums slightly, linking your fingers, before shifting and wrapping his arm around you, drawing you closer.

You can feel the warmth from the rice. The warmth of Eddie's body. The warmth from his breath as he falls asleep. And the warmth from your heart as it yells out how in love you are.

[rio-rakuen]

just beat it! (beat it!) beat it! (beat it!) no one wants to be defeated showin' how funky and strong is your fight it doesn't matter who's wrong or right just beat it!