#im sorry if it seems ooc

[aquariusaurus]

post-rumbling pieck and falco talk (applied pokkopiku)

Pieck: So, have you ever seen Porco's memories?

Falco: Not really. I only saw a few and they're really not that much.

Pieck: Like what?

Falco: Probably just him making sandwiches and coffee every morning while yawning.

Pieck: Sounds very Porco to me *chuckles*.

Falco: But there's one memory that I should tell you Miss Pieck.

Pieck: What was it?

Falco: Mr Galliard once talked to himself in his room a few days before they attacked Paradis Island. I think he kind of talked to his brother? He was proud about saving Reiner just like his brother did while in his titan form during the Liberio War but at the same time he was sad to know about his life span was decreasing day by day and worried about his parents going to lose him too one day. Knowing that he was the last warrior who got the titan shifter at that time, he was devastated that the candidates are going to take over the other warriors' titans since their lifespans were way shorter at that time and he was never ready for it. He had a lot to tell to the other warriors. He even regretted not talking much to Mr Bertholdt and Miss Annie after they were sent to Paradis Island. He told himself to less bicker with Mr Braun, work harder for War Chief and he even talked about you too, Miss Pieck. He appreciated you so much for being with him and working with him ever since the trio went to the island. He wish you live longer along with him and couldn't face the fact that you were going to die first. He said that whoever got the cart titan after you would never replace your ability or even the work environment he was going to get with that person.

Pieck: Oh, wow! I never thought Pock was this sweet but sadly he was the one left us way first. I hope he met with his brother and Bertholdt again. I miss them so much, Falco.

Falco: There's also another thing, Miss Pieck.

Pieck: What is it?

Falco: I think Mr Galliard loved you, Miss Pieck. The way he talked about you really explained it, softer and described more about you than the others. He was afraid to tell you knowing how you're going to die before him and now I don't know if he ever regretted the decision.

Pieck: He loved me? I- I had always loved him too back then when both of us were starting to feel comfortable with each other and often seek each other out but I never thought he would loved me back. All this time we just lived together as comrades or even as friends and never thought of ourselves as lovers. I had the feeling only and not even trying talk to him about it because of this 13-year curse. This lifespan thing really by cursing us all even think it's gone now and you know what Falco? I'm the one who regretted not telling him about my feelings and now he's... gone too.

Falco: I'm really sorry Miss Pieck-

Pieck: Oh Falco, you did nothing wrong, you did the right thing to survive and telling me this. Remembering this little bits of him is really cute. Thank you for this Falco. Don't ever feel guilty about living your life okay?

[teshiee]

somewhat a sequel to this lego agent smith drawing heh. heh. im hilarious

[ihrthoney]

for us

pairings: namgyu x preg!reader

warnings: angst & fluff :p

an: i started my first big girl job but im motivated so ill try to post more :)! i haven’t posted in a minute and i hate pregnancy tropes but i make the exception for squid games lol. i will make a part two!

nam-gyu was many things, an addict, a partier, an idiot and a sweetheart. the sweetest ever, actually.

unfortunately for you you worked at club pentagon, which is how you met the physical embodiment of an acid trip.

who he was when he was sober was something you cherished and kept close to your heart. it wasn’t hard to weave your way into his rotten lungs, but soon enough you became his air, his new high.

after learning you never did substances, he switched positions at the club and asked you to get a safer job, not wanting you to inevitably cave to the horrible things that he tries.

you scold him of course, reprimand him and argue about hating how he acted when under the influence. for a while he managed to stop, wanting something serious and stable.

but then he met thanos, he came home obnoxiously intoxicated. nam-gyu was so star struck that he saw a famous rapper that he didn’t understand why you locked him out of the room, until he woke up the next morning with a headache he only got when he was on drugs.

apologies spewed out of his mouth, wishing for a second chance. his wish was granted, he found another outlet for “extra money” and promised you both a fresh start.

until the extra money vanished off the face of the earth and now he was in incredible debt.

the few months of bliss now gone, thoughts of continuing such an unstable relationship this far into life didn’t seem like a good idea. the arguments were bad, mostly on your end as you couldn’t get him to stop begging and spilling empty promises,

“i’ll make the money back and i’ll work harder to make more for you, please baby i’m so sorry.” the sight of him on his knees and holding your legs would’ve been kind of sweet if this wasn’t the millionth time he’s promised to be better.

to his disappointment, you walked out of his life that night, asking him to only find you when he grew up.

he was determined to make the money back, nam-gyu had no hesitation when calling the number on the card.

-

seeing thanos’ face on the big screen in the unfamiliar room brought a bitter taste in your mouth. you felt bad, seeing as he had the talent but like your ex he succumbed to the high instead.

your ex. that fucking moron. that piece of shit doesn’t even know you’re carrying his damn kid.

a week after you walked out of his life, you guys met up one time to exchange clothes and what not but one thing lead to another and here you were in hospital debt. finding a stable job was hard, especially when you worked as a bartender most of your adult life.

the stress was eating you alive, renting the nice place you had was not cheap and the nice landlord could only be nice for so long because you had to start paying more.

the past few months have been rough and you really wish you had the support of your ex even if he wasn’t the greatest, he was yours and that’s all that really mattered.

standing in line to sign the consent forms made you nauseous, afraid of what’s to come. as you’re walking back to your bed, you get stopped by a hand on your shoulder,

“yn?”

you feel your heartbeat quicken as you turn around and look at your ex boyfriend.

“why are you here?” his hand is still on your shoulder, slightly moving up and down your arm.

he always had a thing for keeping a hand on you, he said it grounded him.

“the same reason everyone is, debt.”

the expression on his face makes your chest ache, he looks so concerned that it makes you a wee bit mad, “what debt are you in? you’ve always been financially responsible!”

he was right, out of you two you made the smarter choices. it dawned on you that you had yet to tell him you’re pregnant with his kid.

“yn? what happened? did someone scam you? i know some people that could find them.” his tone deepening as he becomes more serious, “no! it’s not like that. it’s complicated..”

the worry in your voice makes his eyes fill with worry, “baby, you can tell me.” the name makes you push away from him but the distance is immediately gone as he closes it, pulling your hands into his own. you can’t look him in the eye, scared he’s going to be mad at you.

you’re going to keep it no matter what but the thought of him hating you and your kid makes your heart crack.

the swirled hormones make everything seem so much more intense, tears start to fill your eyes which makes his widen. his hands, ever so warm, hold your face and tilt it so you’re looking at him.

“what’s wrong, i’m here ba-“

“i’m pregnant, nam-gyu.” he pulls his hands off of your face like he was burned, an expression of hurt and anger swirls in his eyes,

“who’s the father?” you look at him like he’s stupid, which only makes him more upset. “why are you looking at me like that?”

does he seriously think i got with someone else?

nam-gyu is distraught, the thought of you no longer being in love with him makes him sick. the fact that you’re carrying someone else’s child makes any will to live disappear. suddenly he doesn’t care that he owes money to anyone, there’s no chance to get you back. “does he treat you well? are you happier?”

“i’m not seeing anyone new, nam-gyu.”

“you shouldn’t be playing games if you’re pregnant. you could hurt yourself or the baby.”

despite his own lack of rationality when making choices, he was always so careful with you.

you threw any rationality you had and spit out the truth,

“it’s yours.”

now he was looking at you like you were stupid, “what?”

“the baby. it’s yours. you’re the father. i’m carrying your child.” he blinks at you slowly, taking in the information you just dropped on him,

“it’s.. you’re carrying.. our baby?” nodding your head, you step forward and take his hand and guide it to your stomach.

“after we broke up, i started to feel sick so i took a test. i didn’t know what to do, i couldn’t find a good job near my place, moving is too expensive, i was afraid to reach out to you. i owe the hospital so much because i’m paying by month but i ran out of savings and then this guy came up to me and gave me a card to make money.”

by the end of your ramble, nam-gyu pulled you in for a tight hug, smoothing your back with his hand. softly, he coos into your hair, “i would’ve never denied you. had you called, we could’ve figured this shit out together.”

you argued back, “how was i supposed to know that? you promised me over and over again but nothing changed!”

despite missing the warmth, you again create a distance by pushing him away from you, although it’s no use given how he holds your arms but he still keeps the distance out of respect for you.

“i have changed! i’m here, i’m going to win that money and i’ll take care of you.” his eyes plead, the hands that hold you start to shake.

“you’ll win it? alone?” the logic hits him and he laughs at his own idiocy, “we’ll win, i’ll make sure we both get out of here. we can put the money together. it’ll be more than enough for us to start over!”

you’re skeptical, sure the chance of winning is there but.. is your trust in him still there?

“if we win-“

his hands move from your arms to your stomach, “when baby, when we win-“

your eyes roll at his optimism, “if and when we win, you need to quit drugs. cold turkey. no excuses, no more second chances. if you so much as look at a drug, i will kill you and raise this kid alone, do you understand me?”

he mocks a soldier, hand to his head and stance straight, “yes ma’am!” the pose barely lasts as he starts to giggle, following you to your bed while holding onto your hand.

there was more to come, you had a feeling that much money wouldn’t come so easy, but things felt just a tad easier with him.

© ihrthoney. reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated𑁤

[boneysoda]

(read left to right :3c)

based off of my prev post caption

sorry for no colour i was lazyyy :33 merry christmasss

[viktorthemachineherald]

#not my Viktor #not my Machine Herald

Machine Herald truthers: here’s how we can still win—

[wannabe-minion-of-chaos]

Don't mind me just

Smacks Gregory over the head with burnt out gifted kid syndrome™

[keuwibloom]

It wasn’t easy finding a quiet spot in Kamikou, especially during lunch period.

You didn’t expect your usual place in the garden to be occupied, but there were two upperclassmen (and what looked like… A robot?) already there by the time you arrived. You immediately turned around and left before they could see you, their loud voices echoing from behind as you went searching for another spot.

Eventually, you managed to find a little area behind one of the buildings to settle in. There weren't any chairs or tables, but you sat on the ground anyway and leaned against the wall. You took a deep breath and sighed. Finding this went on longer than you thought it would – there were only about 15 minutes left before the next class started.

‘Just enough time to figure out this chorus.’ You think, opening the notebook you carried to where you had slipped in a pencil as a page marker. Tapping the pencil on the paper, you hum a few simple melodies out loud, occasionally scribbling notes on the pages. With any luck, you can make something coherent enough for your friend to use in the next song.

You’re so focused with what you're doing that you didn’t notice the window above your head sliding open, a surprised sound leaving you as you suddenly heard someone call out.

“Excuse me, is someone there?” You turned and looked up to see another student glancing around before finally noticing you. His two-toned hair immediately caught your attention, one side much lighter than the other. He looked kind of familiar – someone from your year maybe?

You cleared your throat as he continued to stare at you expectantly. “Um, hi?” You began, not really knowing what to say in this situation. His face remained passively blank, a small tilt of his head to the side the only thing showing his confusion. Honestly, you felt just about the same the longer you two stared at each other in awkward silence.

Finally, he seemed to have something else to say. “Were you the one humming just now?”

You blinked. That… Wasn’t really what you were expecting him to mention first. Was your humming really that loud? You hesitated for a moment before deciding to answer honestly.

“Yeah, that was me.” It’s only when you glanced into the room behind him that you realized how he might have heard you. Right, you forgot that the library was in this building. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was being too loud.”

“It’s alright, you weren’t.” He replied, his tone even and his expression unchanging. He paused for a few seconds before continuing, “I don’t usually see anyone hanging around back here.” You saw his eyes look around the area, empty aside from a few unkempt bushes and trees.

You shrugged, turning fully and adjusting your legs into a more comfortable sitting position. “I like how peaceful it is. It's difficult to find a nice, quiet place like this when everyone's out of class.” You’d argue that you did have another nice, quiet place in mind, but it wasn’t exactly peaceful there at the moment.

He nodded, seemingly understanding your point. “Well, if you need somewhere like that again, the library is usually quiet at this time.” He made a small gesture with his hand towards the room behind him. Your mouth quirks up in a half-smile. “Isn’t the library supposed to always be quiet anyways?” You can’t help but ask.

“Ah. You’re not wrong.” He seemed to realize, a slight furrow forming on his brow. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” You quickly added, smiling more genuinely to show your gratitude. He gave a small smile back.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard the school bell ring in the distance. He looked in the direction of the sound as you stood up and dusted off your clothes, tucking your notebook under your arm.

“Looks like lunch is over. Well, I’m heading off.” He turned back towards you as you spoke, nodding. “Likewise. It was nice meeting you..?” He trailed off, and you realized that neither of you had introduced yourselves yet.

You gave him another amused half-smile and told him your name.

“Aoyagi Toya.” He replied. Toya raised his arm for a little wave as he began sliding the window shut. “Until next time.” He said before fully closing it, the small smile from earlier visible on his face even as he turned away.

You headed back as well. It’s not until halfway through class that you remembered you never did finish writing that chorus. ‘Whoops. Looks like the song will have to wait.’

You softly tapped your pen on the desk, lost in thought. It’s not often you get distracted enough to not finish a task like that. You try not to beat yourself up too hard over it though.

Besides, it’s not like you’ll make a habit of running into Toya like that again.

First full fic I've written in years, and it's another x reader--

Anyways, I hope you guys like this! I know it's a bit different from what I usually post, but I've been working on my writing a lot and I'm hoping to post more of it every now and then!

Don't worry though, more art (project sekai or otherwise) hopefully coming soon

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

A human girl, standing at 5 feet in height walks in holding a box. She looks around a bit, her eyes wide as she takes in the new sights. She spots Vern and approaches.

Hi! Um... I'm still kinda getting used to things here, but I brought a late Christmas gift!

She offers up the box, which contains some meat for Pam!

I don't know much about celebrating this but I was told gifting something is tradition!

I'm Hannah( @hannahcrowley ) by the way! I've seen your plants before. They are really pretty...!

*Vern looks up from the desk and accepts the gift with a soft smile*

Hello~ I umm.. appreciate the gift, and it's very nice to meet you, Hannah. I'm um... Vern. I hope my um... plants haven't caused too much trouble for you

Christmas is a bit umm.. new to me, too.. but I find the traditions lovely. Apologies, I unm.... don't have a gift ready for you in return...

[cptn-briggsy-kratch]

( @billythewitchesbane )

I asked Marius ages ago and he refused, and now he’s…you know.

Could you do me a quick favor and grab my knife sharpener and flint from my old house back in Cyril? I need it for campfires.

i think i can yeah

before i leave id like ta speak wit ya for a sec

[cog-go-boom]

i guess while were on it: met chip revvington? another manager with some real baggage (and not in a pun way)

[[OOC:]] cake belongs to @whatwishesare! this also counts as a gift for you ^^

[mp3stargrl]

Lydia deetz I'm so sorry for what that movie did to you.

[asktowa]

; gonna be so honest, one of the hardest things about playing towa is being kinda mean and indifferent to certain people 😭

[rose-tinted-vision]

This is written for the @cdrama-action event, requested by @hualianisms

Fandom: Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Relationships: Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua, Li Lianhua & Di Feisheng, Fang Duobing & Di Feisheng

Summary:

“Curses are placebo, don’t you think? As long as you don’t believe in luck, you won’t have bad luck. People’s so-called curses won’t work on you either.”

“What sort of curse is it, anyway? We can try to break it, just in case.”

In which Li Lianhua gets hit with a curse- a love spell, really- to fall in love with the first person he sees

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

Hello? Is anyone here? I heard through the grapevine about someone able to assist those affected by Housewarden Vil's overblot. Figured I might as well come here, take a chance on it. Maybe give the school infirmary less work if it's possible, I'm sure they're already overworked as it is without overblots.

( @yeah-im-takahashi-yukarin

Oh? Ah, hello there. It seems word spreads fast, hehe. I hope I'm able to meet any expectations you may have set for me.

Ahem. First of all, am I correct in assuming you consent to the usage of magic to help treat any wounds, and alleviate any pain, symptoms, or otherwise?

It might seem like an obvious clause, but I'm simply ensuring that legal repercussions won't be a problem for me if anything is to go wrong.

You understand, right? Octavinelle student things, and whatnot.

- Crimson

[grefgore-the-knight]

Whats been going on with you grefgore?

I have been...healing, I suppose, though there are no flesh wounds. Not anymore.

I...ah, ha, acquired a nice small house nothing to remind me of that cavernous Palace from a nice man. He...well, let's just say he gave it up easily once I used some of my talents on him, and a bit of swordplay. The blood took a while to clean, but I managed. He isn't coming around anymore.

I started what I believe is called a "garden". It has not been going very well, so I am glad that I don't need the sustenance from the plants. I enjoy it, though. There is a cactus, right outside of the front door, though, that I often forget to water--though I am told that is the way it's supposed to be. It looks nice. The flower on it bloomed for a while, but closed up recently due to the season's change. I miss it.

I like my time here. I've been liking it. At first, I was trepidatious--especially after a few weeks on the terrifying, horrifying, incorrigible streets of L.A., I was wary of any good that could come my way.

I spent months with the armor on. It took a great deal more strength than I remembered to take it off.

But eventually, I grew into this place. I found a sheaf of paper and some pencils, and I have been sketching my plants and the animals that reside nearby. There is one crow, whom I have named Void. She grew to like me after I gave her small gold pieces.

Speaking plainly, I cannot remember the last time I was this happy, besides with...Shilo. The prince. I don't know if he's my prince, after all that he's done. After all this time. For a bit there, he was the best thing that ever happened to me. Now...I am not so sure.

I think I'd like to talk to him soon.

[livsspecialinterests]

Canon

YES EXACTLY THANK YOU

Charles gets to know Beej a little better and then realises he's essentially just a fucking Weird Dude with Issues and my god if Charles isn't himself a closet Weird Dude who married and had a child with a strange lady and then upon losing her almost immediately fell for another, different, strange lady

I'm not saying Beej is exactly Charles' type but he isn't exactly far off....

plus Beej and Delia have a small tiny moment just before creepy old guy where Beej completely outs Delia as a bit of a freak in the bedroom I mean COME ON I'm not telling anyone they have to ship it but it's a viable ship goddamnit!!

(also my dude im so sorry to have gone off in the tags to this post it's not at all aimed at you i am *delighted* with this ask and im going to save the image of Charles smiling at Beej because it makes me so happy ive just got some feelings about how side-eyed i sometimes feel writing this ship)