#i wanted to post this later tonight

[vee-lociraptor]

please imagine kayne using the dagger to lift arthur's chin to get a better look at his face and also if you will forcing john to look him in the eye. thank you and goodnight

[indigos-stardust]

their autism clashes so hard (so do their traumas <3)

[acekindaneat]

Serirei Week !!

Day 3: firsts/love languages

Reigen finds himself speechless (rare occasion)

continuation below but it's written form !! ↓↓

Serizawa gave him a slight nod, his face unreadable but tense. He gently directed Reigen towards the couches and sat him down. Wordlessly sitting beside him, he opened the first aid kit and rummaged through it.

Reigen watches in cautious silence, eyeing his coworker's rigid movements. The cloth he used to temporarily cover the large scratch left by the spirit was starting to itch. He slowly untied the knot with his uninjured hand and peeled off the blood-soaked makeshift bandage. It was drying off, but it still looked terrible. Four large gashes across his forearm, it almost looks like a scratch from a big cat.

Serizawa shifting closer brought Reigen's attention back to him. Their eyes met for a second before Serizawa looked down at his arm with a wince. Guilt evident on his face as he wet a towel with water and started to wipe off the blood with the lightest touch he could manage. Reigen swallowed the lump in his throat, the tense silence was getting to him so he spoke up.

"This could be part of your training, you know." He lightly joked, shrugging with his unoccupied shoulder. "It's important to know first aid, especially in our line of work." Serizawa's eyebrows furrowed as a frown formed on his face, but didn't take his eyes off his work, nor did he say anything back. As soon as the blood that smeared was gone, he grabbed the disinfectant and a cotton ball.

It was gonna sting, Reigen already knew that, but he still felt his heart flutter when Serizawa glanced up at him with a sorry look and muttered, "This might sting..."

Reigen didn't miss the way Serizawa was holding his hand with his free hand. He didn't miss the way his thumb was soothing the back of his palm with light strokes. He didn't miss the way he could feel the warmth radiating off of Serizawa's body just from how close they were sitting. Reigen felt himself gulp, not sure if it was in preparation for the pain, or to force himself back to retain his composure.

He let out a small hiss and a wince, before letting it dissipate quickly upon seeing Serizawa's face look more like a kicked puppy. He knows the man felt guilty for not arriving quick enough to prevent the spirit from hurting Reigen further. It wasn't his fault though. He can't blame Serizawa, not when he looked this sorry.

Gentle, flitting hands finally wrapped the wound in a bandage and secured it carefully. When it was done, Serizawa didn't move away, but instead let his hand rest on the wrapped arm, slowly rubbing his thumb against it like it would help heal the wound faster. It might, Reigen could hope. He could hope that this moment lasts. He looked up at Serizawa with a soft look, hoping that his message came across. Please.

Serizawa looked up at Reigen's eyes with the same level of fondness. Despite what he feels, it still scares Reigen, to see someone look at him like that. He's scared of seeing it often that he'll get attached to it, attached to the fondness, attached to feeling loved.

He almost felt himself jump when Serizawa gently held his hand up and pressed Reigen's palm against his lips with closed eyes. It's like his heart stopped, his breath hitching as he inhaled sharply.

This seemed to wake Serizawa from whatever trance he was in and pulled away, his face flushed red. His gaze landed everywhere except Reigen's as he cleared his throat and gathered up the used cotton balls and the bloodied washcloth. "I'll, uhm, throw these away. I'll grab some ice for your neck.. and make you some green tea in a bit..." He paused, sparing Reigen a glance and assessing his state.

"I'm glad you're okay, Reigen.." Serizawa spoke again, then escaped to the restroom to clean his hands off. Reigen sat there staring at his palm, dumbfounded and speechless.

[pastafossa]

🎉🎉🎉 MOM IS OFF THE VENTILATOR AND BREATHING ON HER OWN! 🎉🎉🎉

[cherrys-side-bitch]

Considering that the Great 7 are ghosts means that Yuu is very touch starved. Sure, Yuu likely had friends or acquaintances from their word, but they’ve never had the true feeling of the warm, loving embrace of their parents. Even if they have, it was only a ghost of what could’ve been. All they can do is take it with a sad smile, knowing that no matter how hard they try, they can’t return that love.

Sure, it hurts, but it's a sad truth they’ve gotten used to.

That being said, the first time that one of the first-year gang hugs or puts an arm over their shoulder, Yuu looks at them with an almost… confused expression. Unused to the warmth of another’s touch, they freeze, unsure what to do or say.

[daily-rika]

Daily Rika #4

Rika works on her poker face

[schrodingersstone]

The rogue probably vanished so quickly because rogues are sneaky and therefore quiet. I wonder if they'll be able to hear us the way you can? Speaking of hearing, have you tried calling out to your rogue to see if they're nearby recently? You might have more luck meeting in the middle, perhaps?

(Excited question-asking one)

N: They would just flock to my location if I started yelling.

N: I can fight, sure.

N: ...

N: But I Don't Want To.

[stardestroyer81]

💥IT'S HAPPY HOUR!!! 💥

I was convinced to draw Dynamite Anton from the upcoming release ANTONBLAST, and while initially it was a simple doodle, I thought it looked good enough to touch up a bit and post here! ⭐✨

[astralfortune]

You can choose between T/H or X. I like both 🤷🏻‍♀️😅

But the prompt is “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” 

The air is tense in the living room. The two of you are both sitting on the couch but there’s a noticeable gap between you and X. It’s not the first time you’ve had this discussion but it is the first time it’s turned into an argument. One that you’ve barely managed to keep quiet and out of the other members’ notice.

Neither of you speak up. It’s awkward and stifling and you hate it. Your mind keeps going back to the little things. The way you brush them off in front of others, how you keep any meetings a secret between the group. Maybe they all built up inside of X and they’ve finally reached their limit. You should apologize. Say you’ll do better. But the words don’t come out.

You don’t want to admit it, but you’re scared. Scared that bringing your relationship to light will ruin the tentative happiness you’ve found.

“Why do we have to keep hiding?” X breaks you out of your thoughts, their voice is harsh against your ears. You’ve never heard it sound like that before. “I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

“I’m so-”

“Sorry isn’t an answer.” They scooch down the couch and get closer to you. X gently grasps your hand and you can’t bring yourself to pull away. “I just don’t get why we have to hide from everyone. Why can’t we at least tell the group?”

You wonder the same thing yourself. Admitting to Fortune that the two of you have been dating shouldn’t be that big of a deal. In fact, you’re almost positive they would be thrilled to hear the news. But… “What if things change when it’s out in the open? What if the dynamic gets awkward?”

“We won’t know that unless we tell them. There’s no point in wondering about hypotheticals. You know that.” X is almost pleading for you to listen to them. Yet you remain stubborn and silent. Like always, you run when faced with the unknown.

Taking your silence for an answer, X sighs wearily. And for the first time in the many months you’ve known them, they let go first.

Standing up, they don’t even bother facing you. “If this is how things are going to be, then I think it’s best if we took some time apart. To reevaluate how we want our relationship to work.” Your head snaps up in shock. They can’t really be saying that, right? Your X, who's always been patient and supportive? Who's waited for so long to be with you?

“X, wait-” You stand up but stop yourself halfway when they shake their head.

“I’m… going back to my room. Tomorrow we’ll just act like nothing is wrong. And maybe someday, you’ll actually answer my question.” X walks away. Away from you, away from your relationship, you don’t know.

The one thing that you do know is that you still managed to ruin your newfound happiness without changing a thing.

[project-sekai-facts]

ok ok I’m a little late to whatever project sekai announced and I think I have a guess about what it is but can someone fill me in abt what’s happening please 😭

There's a movie releasing next January animated by the studio who did the Journey to Bloom shorts

[todayisafridaynight]

happy mothers day to the best mom ever

bonus:

[artisticxlly]

God fuck the Hoshiumi and Hirugami brain damage is real

[randomwords247]

Rekrap2 art I made nearly a year ago which I really wanted to render but never really got around to

I still kinda wanna because I really like how it came out with the dynamic line of motion and the pose, but for now I thought I'd share it since it's been so long

(It was meant to be like him speedrunning)

[yinyuedijun]

I'm finally done this aventurine porn it is EIGHT THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED WORDS 😭😭😭

[utaicon]

I sang until my throat stung; the girl turned out to be a flower

T4T mizurui icons・★

Nobody requested, happy trans day of visibility!・★

Free to use, please reblog and credit if using!・★

[odestasocean]

odesta week day one: modern au

summary: singer and songwriter annie cresta hopes to enjoy some peace and quiet at her favorite spot on the beach to watch the sunset, but instead she ends up finding a camera whose owner appears to be nowhere in sight. until she spots him and discovers that he is not what she had expected.

Annie’s favorite time of the day is exactly 4:52 in the morning.

And her favorite activity at this hour is taking a stroll on the shoreline.

The summer air is just crisp enough that she’s able to wear one of her favorite knitted sweaters, but not cold enough that she needs to bring a jacket. The beach is just crowded enough that she doesn’t feel lonely, but not busy enough that she has to dodge kids running from every direction.��

The sun doesn’t rise for another hour or so, enticing her to find her usual sunrise-watching spot. It’s a twenty-three-minute walk from her apartment complex, yet it seems like no one knows of its existence apart from her. 

Annie’s only lived in her current apartment for six months. She moved out of her parent’s house three days after she graduated high school, and she hasn’t regretted it for a single second. She loved the small town of Auburn that she grew up in, but ever since she was little, she craved a life away from the mountains and toward the sea. The mountains were an endless cascade of enmeshment, enveloping her in their depths. No matter how far up she looked, she could never see the top of the mountains surrounding her. She felt trapped and alone which was a vast difference as to how she felt at the beach: limitless and complete. 

In her youth, she and her family had made frequent visits to the ocean-side town that was several hours away and those were her favorite memories growing up. She learned to associate the ocean with nothing but peace and belonging and happiness and early carefree mornings and picnics on the sand and late-night ice cream cones and laughter ringing in her ears. No other place could ever amount to it. 

So, in her later teenage years, she worked endlessly to save up enough money to afford rent for an apartment split between three roommates and herself. And that’s how she ended up in Carpinteria. It was a seven-hour drive from her hometown, but her road trip playlist combined with the ocean view fading into the sights of mountains always made it feel much shorter. She saw her family twice a year– once every other season– and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She adored her parents and her two older sisters, of course, but spending anything longer than a week with them at a time could only be equated to the backstory of any starving artist: judged for your passion, ridiculed for not pursuing an “actual job”, and constantly being worried about your family thinking you’re even less capable than they already believed to be true. 

See, Annie is an aspiring singer and songwriter. 

She has been determined to make this dream her reality since she was seven years old and has put in the work to do just that. Music has always been her safe place, just like the ocean. She knows that there is nothing she’d rather do with her life than create songs, but it’s not the most attainable dream to have. So, she works at a local cafe during the day and performs at a neighboring bar during the night. The money isn’t all that great, but she has ears that are willing to listen so it’s enough for now. She’s only nineteen (as of two weeks ago) after all, so she has plenty of time for her big break. And no matter what her parents and sisters say, she does not need a college education to get somewhere in life. 

4:52 AM is her favorite time of the day because that just so happens to also be the hour in which she feels the most inspired. Her favorite sunrise-watching spot is far away from any possible distractions so it feels as if there is nothing in the world except for the lapping waves and the words and rhythms forming in her mind as she takes a seat on a rock overlooking the ocean below her. 

Annie is just about to open her notebook to a fresh page so she can begin crafting her newest song when she sees something out of the corner of her eye. She turns to her right and spots a camera rooted in the sand.

It’s a shade of gray and adorned with a metallic blue strap that rests loosely beside it. Annie tilts her head curiously before looking around to see if she can spot its owner, but there’s not a living creature in a twenty-foot radius apart from herself and a seagull flying above her. So she closes her notebook, puts it back in her bag, and picks up the camera. 

Its display screen is still illuminated so whoever it belongs to must have dropped it just minutes before she arrived. She intends to immediately rise from her seat and begin searching for this mysterious photographer when the photo on the screen catches her eye. It’s a gorgeous shot of the ocean with the sun peeking out from the horizon and a dolphin jumping from the depths of the waves. 

“Wow,” Annie murmurs to herself as she admires it. She looks up again and finds that she and the seagull aren’t actually alone. She must have managed to miss the potential photographer in her search because he’s walking down the array of rocks and toward the sand. His back is to her so she can’t make out much of his appearance apart from the fact that his hair is blonde and his shirt is almost the same shade as the camera strap. 

Annie quickly stands and gathers her belongings with the camera in hand so that she can reach the man before he gets much further. She maintains her balance as she travels down the rocky path before trying to catch his attention, “Hey, you!” she shouts once she figures he’s within earshot. The man turns around, not seeing her at first, so an expression of confusion takes over his face. Once he meets her eyes, Annie holds up the camera and adds, “Is this yours?!” 

His confusion turns to recognition almost immediately as he jogs in her direction. As he fills in the distance between them, Annie’s able to get a better look at him. It turns out that his hair is more golden than it is blonde and his eyes are a shade of green unlike anything she’s ever seen before. He’s taller than she initially thought and his shirt is barely buttoned. She’s fairly certain that he’s the most beautiful man she’s ever laid eyes on. 

“Yeah, it is. Thank you so much,” he says with a relieved sigh. “I can’t believe I forgot it.”

Annie clears her throat and hands him the camera. “No problem.” 

He shoots her a smile in return and places the strap over his neck. “I guess I lucked out that someone else was in this area. I’ve never seen anyone visit this spot before.”

Annie returns his grin and says, “That’s funny because I thought I had this spot all to myself at this hour.”

“Ah, that would make sense then. I’m here an hour and a half earlier than I usually am,” he replies.

“Well, there you go,” Annie says with a slight nod. “I’m probably starting my shift at the cafe by the time you step foot on these rocks.”

Another flicker of recognition spreads across his face. “Is that cafe called Carpinteria’s Coastal Cafe by any chance?”

All of the self-defense TikToks that Annie’s seen on her for you page start appearing in her mind, reminding her that she shouldn’t tell a random man she’s never met before her place of work, especially when they are the only two people currently on this beach. But something in his kind eyes and easygoing smile makes her feel like he’s not a psychopath who’s going to kidnap her at any given second.

Still, she’s not going to just idly let herself end up on a Netflix true crime documentary. “And why would I tell you that, random-man-who-I’ve-never-seen-before?” she answers while crossing her arms over her chest. 

The recognition on his face immediately flares into embarrassment, a shade of red appearing on his cheeks. “Right. Sorry. I’m now realizing how that sounded so you definitely do not have to answer that. It’s just that my best friend, Johanna Mason is an assistant manager over there so I was curious if you knew her.” He holds up his camera before adding, “Thank you for finding this. I’ll leave you alone now.”

Oh, she certainly does know Johanna Mason. She should just let him leave because she knows for a fact that his best friend does not like her one bit and has surely said some rather crude remarks about her skill level as a cashier. 

But as he’s turning away, she can’t help herself. She doesn’t know what it is about him that’s making her not want their conversation to end. So, Annie stops him by saying, “Don’t you want to know the name of your camera’s rescuer?”

He turns back around and smiles softly in her direction. “I’d be honored.”

“Annie,” she says while holding out her hand for him to shake.

“Finnick,” he answers. “So you’re the cashier who wrecked the ice machine a few months ago?”

Annie bows her head in embarrassment. “She hates me, doesn’t she?”

Finnick laughs. “Jo hates most people, don’t take it personally. I’ve known her for ten years and have just barely managed to remain on her good side.”

“Okay, well, in my defense, that incident happened my very first week and I have learned my lesson since then,” Annie adds.

“No more ice machine casualties?”

“My record is clean,” she answers. “Apart from the one.”

Finnick grins and she can’t help but grin right back. 

“The picture you took is stunning by the way. I love the composition,” she says while pointing to his camera. 

“Oh, thank you,” he replies. 

“Are you a professional photographer?” 

“I wish,” he scoffs. “It’s just something I enjoy doing in my free time. Which lately, only seems to be this early in the morning, unfortunately.” Annie chuckles as he continues, “I’m a college student.”

“Oh, cool,” she says with a nod. “What’s your major?”

“Marine biology.”

“Nice.”

“What about you?”

“No college for me,” Annie replies. “I’m more of the starving artist type.”

“Let me guess,” Finnick answers. “A poet?” Annie shakes her head. “A painter?” Another shake. “An actress?” Another. “A singer?”

“And songwriter,” she adds.

“Very cool,” he says with an easy smile. “Would I have heard any of your stuff?”

“No, I just sing at local venues around town whenever there’s an opening. Just waiting for my chance to make it big, I guess,” she answers.  

“Well, I’m certain you’re extremely talented, Annie,” he compliments. “I bet your chance is right around the corner.”

Annie smiles again as Finnick’s phone starts to ring.

He pulls his phone from his pocket and scoffs. “Speak of the devil. Literally.” When he holds it up, a picture of Johanna flipping the camera off illuminates the screen. “Hey, Jo,” he says once he answers it. 

Annie puts her hands in her back pockets and nudges a loose rock with her shoe. She is not eavesdropping. She’s only picking up pieces of Johanna’s garbled phrases and Finnick’s replies and attempting to piece them together.

“Yeah, I’m free,” he says. There’s a pause and then either hat or cat is said. “You want me to watch Fluffy for an entire weekend?” Cat, she decides. Another pause and then a strained laugh. “I think you need to remember that that devil spawn ripped apart my favorite sweater the last time I watched him. Also, I think I need to remind you that one, your roommate hates me as much as that cat does and two, my landlord doesn’t allow pets.” Several moments pass and then Finnick sighs. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you soon.”

“Fluffy?” Annie questions as Finnick’s phone is returned to his pocket. 

“Yep. But don’t assume he’s a cat who’s actually fluffy and also adorable. This one is hairless and cruel,” he answers. 

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Jo has a weird sense of humor. And an odd soft spot for cats. Especially old ones who were left on the side of the road five years ago.”

“Hm. I never would’ve gotten that impression from her,” Annie replies with a tilt of her head. 

“Well, unfortunately I owe her one and despite my nonexistent bond with Fluffy and having a pet in my apartment being against the rules, I will be watching him this weekend apparently,” he explains. 

“Bummer. Gotta admit though, I’m partial to cats so I think I’m on Fluffy’s side for this one,” she answers.

Finnick laughs. “Damn, I was hoping my ridiculously amazing first impression would’ve swayed you.”

“Nope, I gotta go with this rumored ‘hairless and cruel’ feline, sorry,” Annie says with a chuckle. 

This time, Finnick is the one smiling when a phone interrupts them. 

A text message chimes and Annie checks her home screen. “Well speak of the devil, yet again. Johanna wants me to come in early.”

“You’re kidding,” he says through a scoff.

“Guess she’s decided to unknowingly take out her devilish shenanigans on us both today,” Annie replies as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder. 

“Yeah, well, she actually wanted me to meet her at the cafe to pick up Fluffy because her roommate supposedly– and I quote– ‘cannot be left alone for one goddamn second with him or else something horribly catastrophic is bound to happen’,” Finnick explains.

“I’m very intrigued to see if he’s as awful as you and her roommate are making him out to be,” Annie remarks. 

“Oh, he is. I promise you.”

Annie grins and gestures outwards. “Shall we then?”

Finnick appears to be slightly taken aback for only a moment before a flirty expression washes over his face as he winks and says, “So my ridiculously amazing first impression did work after all?”

Annie rolls her eyes and starts making her way toward the sidewalk as he follows. She attempts to fight back a smile the entire walk toward the cafe.