#hopes up for what???oh idk

[sirensea14]

Another fxking rant art

Warning, eye strain ig

[dreamyblanket]

sentient shadow milk cookie that is playing up the jester thing because he knows Y/Ns look and that’s the look of someone about to have a mental breakdown and goes to cheer them up?

"Also, there's 100K rainbow cubes in your maill box from mwa~"

[gaydexvocaloid]

vocaloid whatsapp..

[cradle-of-darkness]

What have you done?

based on an idea @username8746489 had where sylvie discovered nightmare fuel for the first time on accident while getting bullied by some older kids (and pushing him further into social isolation now that he's known as "that scary kid who could summon someone's worst fear")

[raycatzdraws]

I saw an opportunity to make a meme and I took it.

Turtle shirt!

[superkitten-poison]

its like. velvette subbing is daddy's little girl and vox subbing is a pathetic disgusting queer. velvette subbing is about letting go of control and being allowed to be small and fragile and dumb and get taken care of (which does not need to be done in a wholesome way to hit the mark btw) and vox subbing is about being forced into the most shameful, taboo and depraved acts that go so far across any line of respectability that he cant even see it anymore. velvette having never been allowed to show any fear or hurt or failure, never allowed to be as much of a kid as she should have been not only bc she was adultified since early on but bc she had to be impossibly driven and ruthless and perfect to get any amount of respect. and vox being taught his whole life that his base level of attraction is as dirty and wrong and perverse as the worst thing you could think of, that pleasure to him would always be shameful and letting himself truly have it would mean sacrificing everything. you know?

[feketeribizli]

[defiledtomb]

WE'RE GONNA BE OKAY!!!!

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Some mealtime menaces pals for you ;)

CHIP

[pup-pee]

he is the dirt under my fingernails

[nixotinix]

Hello! I saw that ur open to requests— how abt an Oliver queen? And/or Dinah :3

both. both is good.

thank you for the request!! DC character requests are still open :3

[amiscreations]

✨My heart plays the songs of my lost years,

My scars are a church for my old fears,

my body’s a wreck but I don’t care… I swear.✨

[1-800-i-ship-it]

omg i just finished orv im going insane im im i can finally look at that doc of things i saved for after i finished orv and can look at spoilers...i can finally unblock that orv spoiler tag...im so normal about orv

[earthmixsclowderofcats]

Okay but imagine being in ZeeNuNew’s shoes - you’re queer, confirmed dating but haters still pair you with women you interact with or just meet (business or not), tell you that you’re not ‘queer enough’ and your relationship that you confirmed years ago must be fanservice and if you tell something like ‘NuNew likes cold showers, I prefer warm/hot ones and it’s torturous for me’ (Zee has said it recently by the way, like days ago) people still act surprised:/ but I hope it’ll be better for them

It's definitely an interesting situation. Because like, coming at it from an outside perspective as I was, I was confused for a while. Over the top fan service is a staple of the genre tbh. But I think maybe people get stuck on the black and white and forget the nuance.

Like yeah, it can be fan service and they can also actually care for each other. Which is where I ended up. Because they were definitely playing it up, especially at the beginning of the relationship, but you can also see the genuine affection and emotional honesty, and you can see how it shifts over time.

Again, so wild to me that it's like living your own fake dating au. Committing to the bit to the point where it's no longer a bit. It sounds like a bl plot. (I mean DMD is literally doing a bl with that plot right now lol) That's so meta.

I think people are naturally skeptical, and I think that's probably for a good reason, as it's always best to keep yourself self aware when it comes to celebrities. But what's weird is the intensity with which people are either "pro" or "anti."

As if it's a matter that affects them personally. Like, if they are "pro" and proven wrong true love doesn't exist and they were fools all along and if they are "anti" and they're wrong they were hateful homophobic crones. When like. We are not part of the equation. But people are dedicating themselves to their stance so fully. Which is why I think I was going back and forth for a while before just being like ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

They are or are not whatever they are. They're cute as hell and act like a couple so that's the assumption I'm gonna live under.

You know the whole "if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it's probably a duck" thing?

I don't shower with my bros.

But instead of being like "hey, I change my mind once I've encountered new information" people double down in weird and frankly, queer phobic ways.

I can understand the confusion about their label because I understand it's a bit different culturally. Like, in a western sense most people would not consider it a confirmation because it was more of a "make your own assumptions" kind of thing. Which was what tripped me up for a while.

Tbh that would be the best possible response if it were secretly all fan service all along somehow. Because then that would give people the feeling of confirmation they want while still having the deniability of "I never actually said that."

But also, given the untraditional nature of their relationship, labels like that, especially at the time, may have just not been something they were worrying about. Like, I don't think there's a guidebook for this whole situation.

Sidenote: I am so charmed by the epic saga that is them vs showers.

Especially how Nunew likes to tease about Zee's snoring vs Zee teasing Nunew about his bad habit of not showering before bed. (But it's ok if Nunew does it because Nunew is always the exception it seems. Something the besties have in common. Nat is always the exception for Max.)

The shower ghost, etc. it's peak old married couple bickering.

Kind of like for whatever reason what convinced me about earthmix (on top of everything else) was that Mix pops Earth's zits. Like. That's a level of intimacy that simple costars do not have lmao.

When it's not just the cute shit, but also the gross stuff and the every day bickering that makes it feel genuine.

[chasedeys]

in a totally not sleazy way: heyyyyy

can i offer you some 23rookies/mike polycule mess real quick:

Mike snuffles the way he does, a crinkle of nose and shuffle of beard-covered chin that makes Chase go a little moon-eyed sometimes, endeared and charmed in spite of himself.

“So I gotta ask,” Mike starts, slurping his melted ice cream, uncaring of it dripping over his beard, “Uno and Burrow—that a thing?”

Charlie snort-cackles into his cone of devil’s piss, a little mean like he usually is when he’s comfortable with you. “Boy, what?”

Mike stares at him long and—well not hard, but a bit like disappointment. Like an ache he didn’t expect to have.

Andrei rolls his eyes and chucks a pillow bulls-eye at Charlie’s stupid face, ignoring how his salsa-vanilla-horror-shit-show spills all over him and the cotton and the floor and a bit over Chase’s sweats.

“He’s not homophobic,” Andrei saves their redheaded disaster with grace he honestly doesn’t deserve, “he’s just a dick because he tried flirting with both of them and got put down so badly it was fucking embarrassing.”

He sings fucking embarrassing like Olivia Rodrigo, hitting the pitches perfectly even if he’s raspy as hell, and Chase kind of hates that he actually knows what song he’s singing—memories of being curled up in the back of Andrei’s van with the doors wide open, tucked under Charlie’s armpit, buried under thick quilts, sipping watered down absinthe, letting Andrei blare that shit right into his fucking ear.

Bug-eyed and jaw hanging open, their new Tight End offers no replies or platitudes—unlike Ossai, who tried to offer his therapist’s hours with actual an discount he sharpied himself on paper napkins through his snotty laughter and tears. BJ was the one who saved all of them from themselves, a time before they knew that Chuck was kind of a psychopath and shouldn’t be trusted with jokes at his expense at all, really. He’d have taken the offer and painstakingly tangled Ossai’s therapist in a pyramid scheme of unknown evils from sheer pettiness alone.

“Did you—” Mike tries, “did you not know or…?”

“He knew,” Chase says, amused as he helps tug Charlie’s sticky shirt off and mop all the mess, “he’s just dumb as all fuck.”

Charlie shrugs, a vision of carelessness complete with vanilla and tomato bits sticking to his skin, “I didn’t really give a shit if they were together, they were hot, just wanted to shoot my shot, you know?”

“I can see why you’re the one catching balls instead of slinging ‘em,” Mike huffs around the rim of his IPA now, lips spit-shiny and beard still with ice cream drying on it.

Charlie points at him with his scrunched up soiled tee, “You joke now, but you’ve never played me at darts.”

“You say that like you’re actually good at it,” Andrei squints at him, all confused puppy charm with his new floppy mullet curling from the heat.

Charlie tackles him.

–

Chase huffs, trying to shake loose the tension in his shoulders. God knows his physical therapist pokes and prods at him to quit tensing up so much but fuck if the thought of—of talking about the future with Charlie and Andrei makes him want to hurl.

–

Chase is in charge of getting flowers, Andrei has the chocolate and the bear, and Charlie has strict instructions to make sure Mike is distracted for the next 2 hours that Tee (bless his kind and tender soul to not ask questions and Tee enough that no one bats an eye at him lurking around no matter how suspicious) can swipe his apartment keys. Charlie’s brand of manic charm keeps Mike away from his own home while Chase and Andrei set up the most romantic dinner in his humble little dining room with his own set of mismatched china and table cloth.

(“No, it’s not creepy or weird Tee, fuck off and steal his keys for us damn it.”

“I already told you I’d do it, why the hell are you telling me all this for fuck’s sake, now I just wanna call the cops on you.”

“Tee.”

“Dont ‘Tee’ me. I’m not the crazy one here.”)

The blooming pot of white flowers he has no idea the name of but looks gorgeous and would compliment the hell out of the high of Mike’s cheeks is held proudly in his arms.

It’s huge, half his body-up is covered by it, It’s potted—though maybe rethinking it he should have gotten it in like those plastic bouquets? Isn’t that how it usually goes? But the florist had just given him the pot and he was kind of intimidated by the idea of asking for it in a plastic wrap—like is that worse? Is it a downgrade? Would he be judged too harshly for asking something probably cheaper for a date? He isn’t a cheap date. He spends half his signing bonus on Charlie’s weird obsession with basketball arcade games. All those coins accumulate, holy shit. The other half on Andrei’s equally weird obsession with any photomatics they come across on their dates. His wallet is filled with what felt like hundreds of little photo papers of Andrei with cat whiskers stamped on his face, fake gnawing on Charlie’s own face decorated with strawberry seeds and a stalk.

He walks out the parking lot and smacks into something right away because of fucking course he does, how can he not?

“Hey Chase,” Joe says, the exact cadence of voice like every other time he greets his guys and the cock of his head Chase can imagine even if his view is obstructed by the spring of flowers all up in his eyeballs. He’d wonder how Joe could tell how it was him but being 6’4 probably gives him the perks of looking at the crown of Chase’s head even as his face is all floral, which—

Okay, yeah, he can’t stand the fucking plant. He shoves it right at his quarterback and damn the man for being perfect because he automatically grabs it from him and the thing doesn't cover his face at all because he’s blessed with a long torso and long arms, so all it does is frame the underside of his face like he's the surprise for a loved one. Fuck him too he guesses.

“Hi,” He greets back brightly, hands to his hips and begging telepathically not to ask please for the love of god.

Except he’s not Ja’Marr Chase or Tee Higgins, so:

“What’s with the flowers?”

“We’re courting Mike,” Chase says flatly, not even bothering to lie, straight out like that’s a normal thing to say when it’s known he’s already happily dating two men. And it is, actually, a normal thing to say, so fuck that.

To his credit, Joe barely blinks at his declaration. But then again, he barely blinks at anything except Ja’Marr Chase crying, so.

His quarterback looks bemusedly down at the plant shoved into his hands. Chase is kind of itching to take it back, but something is stopping him. He’s smart and self-aware enough to deduce that he kind of wants his approval—something about him being the running back to Joe Burrow’s quarterback or some shit, he doesn’t know, sports, man, sports—and his advice, because if this man bagged the world’s most complicated, most hard-to-please, most outrageously high-standard-ed diva wide receiver in the league not named Stefon Diggs and kept him, he’d better have some good ones.

Case in point:

“So you decided to get him a bereavement plant?” Joe asks, squinting down at the plant he's being forced to cradle.

Chase freezes, because that word better not mean what it fucking means goddamnit.

“What—what do you mean bereavement plant? What the hell is a bereavement plant? Did I get him funeral flowers?”

Joe stares at him, “Well. Yeah.”

They spend the next good minute mutely looking each other in the eye. You can always count on Joe Burrow to give a long good stare as you rearrange your thoughts.

“Give me those fucking flowers I need to burn them.”

He gets handed back the flowers.

“Why would you choose white lilies anyway? Most people stick with roses.” Joe asks, like the absolute bitch he is. Chase knows what he’s doing. He can read the smirk behind the flat of his lips, even if he’s trying to hide his mean girl persona under the cover of Joe Cool to the universe. How the hell does he even know what type of flowers these are. Is he fucking with Chase. No, he wouldn’t damn it he’s not Orlando.

“Because they looked pretty!” Chase says shrilly, knowing he sounds hysterical and so-the-fuck-what, “And they looked like something he would like! How was I supposed to know those were funeral flowers? What do you usually get Ja—right. Those purple fleur-de-lis.”

He snuffs out the freak out quick and done because he knows exactly what’s coming—nothing better to tamp down your rising hysteria than the knowledge that your captain is about to spout the most bullshit romantic garbage you’ll probably ever hear in your entire goddamn life on a random Tuesday in Ohio of all fucking places.

“Fleur-de-lis,” Joe corrects, a curling smile tugging his lips and a tilt to his chin like there always is whenever he talks about the apparent love of his life, “Purple irises. Hope, wisdom, trust, and valour. Perfect for Ja’Marr.”

“Ugh, shut up.” Chase groans. Why oh why on earth did he ever admire this man ever so much when he’s nothing but a lovesick dork.

Purple flowers, fresh and bright and pretty and light, delivered like clockwork every three weeks to the bengals locker room, tucked under ‘1 CHASE’ since 2021, distracting the rookies for the first few times it gets delivered before it just—gets too much and gets blocked out of their minds for their sanity. The first time Chase sees them bounding into the room he sniffs around confused and charmed before it got fucking ridiculous real quick, actually.

“To be fair,” Joe says, and Chase braces himself for another bitchy thing to be slapped with, “I don’t think Mike would know they’re funeral flowers. He thinks it’s hotter the higher you are in the mountains.”

And, god, what the hell does Chase even say to that. His taste in men is shit.

One thinks people’s emotions are to be played with and manipulated like playdough he has to stop himself from stabbing him sometimes, another is unerringly good at subconsciously using his looks for everything there has got to be a level 1 DEFCON trauma related to that that Chase feels so shitty even speculating about at times, and now—an actual dumb blond, it feels like. But they’re all his, goddamnit—or will be.

Will be.

Joe stares at him evenly, like he knows exactly what Chase is thinking of. Fuck. Is his crazy eyes showing through. Sydney tells him to constantly chill the fuck out, but he’s not here to cool him down now is he. He’s in fucking Philly wearing tight crop-tops and testing the waters of wearing booty shorts. The hell is Chase supposed to know whether he’s toeing past the line of normal and gets inches away from getting dragged to a shrink.

But the thing is, like always really, Joe just huffs low and amused, like he likes what he sees, like he wants it by his side—and Chase is just reminded all over again how he’s kind of willing to die and kill for this man, how he kind of wants to stay and share his crazy because it’s not crazy at all, is it, with him?

“Give him the flowers,” Joe says, tapping the pot Chase is gripping too tightly, “tell him don’t look it up.”

“That’ll make him look it up.” Chase says automatically.

“Then you’ll have something to talk about,” Joe says easily, clasping his shoulder then slipping around him to his car, “and get to buy him more.”

Well he can’t argue with that, really.

///

my characterization of them if u will bc i know that one paragraph is like a slap in the face like the hell are you talking abt cleo:

(disclaimer rpfffffictionnnnnnn :"))))

charlie : a bastard a dick a prick a psychopath someone not fit for public consumption. proof: that time andrei said smth abt new years resolution? i think idk how he doesn’t wanna say smth like but didn’t finish his sentence and said him just being better in general and that’s crazyyyy what the hell did he do 😭, the time he tried to escape the socmed palming the helmet thing clear distrust ish idk he screams crazy and unhinged to me but in the opposite end of the spectrum with chase's brand of crazy like he has ISSUESSSS but whatever u know he's also a brand of when you're it you're it taking mike to the zoo driving him around what the hell do u mean.....he's mean but sweet do u get me

chase : adhd no? also: crazy eyes. just legit crazy. heavily exuberant all over the place one minute you’re talking about a and he’s talking about a and he’s taking over and pushing everything to talk about ab and ac and ad pushy and shameless about it. okay this last part is mostly my own narratives tbh. but he does have crazy eyes i cant let that go like he's so. soooooo. he's like a feral kitten tbh and wholly unapologetic about it. proof: every miced up moment of him tbh, bowling into the endzone even if there’s literally nobody there to stop him and when drew called him out on it he just laughed etc etc sooo sweet and loud like that's what them all work they're all just so sweet you know

andrei : sweet summer child with some issues that I’m stamping onto him just because he’s pretty idk. raspy as hell voice. sooo nice and kind and flirty with everyone so its kind of understandable he’s the socmed admins fav tbh. pushing on narratives to him: people pleaserrrrr. this is where it gets ???? because hes not like this i swear i just write him like this: insecurity issues. am i just a pretty face or am i actually good. chip on shoulder from said pretty face. oh god did i get here from pretty privilege or. but at the same time: sometimes hes like. subconsciously taking advantage of what he has to get what he wants and oppressing it so he knows what he’s doing but he doesn’t know what he’s doing do u get me. but nah he's really sweet and genuine and honestly the people pleaser thing feels very real tbh 😭

mike : the dumb blonde thing is kinda mean but my god that vid of him saying its hotter the higher u r in the mountains. my god. my godddd. but nah other than that he’s funnyyyyy p sure i said this before but like. his humor? 100/10 fits perfectly well with the 23 rookies which is why they want to bang him so bad. i kind of like the idea of charlie being so taken with him bc mike is so incredibly chill abt his crazy which is why the others followed suit lmao. he's so sweet :( that moment with the ig comment 'dinner on me forever' and charlie butting in are u fr :(((

idk tbh the vibes here are more hmm unrealistic? and not even just the rpf aspect of it!! like idk why i made them to be so very flawed people. but i felt like writing them like this so 😭 but i was happy to write anything anyways so. bye 😭

oh i don't know flowers btw :( i just look them up and hope for the best :(((