#it's so cute hahahaha

[syoish-aot]

Jean/Reader/Eren verse in which...

Eren is a local veterinarian

Every once and a while a big fluffy dog will show up to his clinic (usually late at night) with no owner.

This dog is normally showing signs of some sort of minor injury (limping, lethargy, restlessness, etc.) so Eren, being the nice vet that he is, takes this "stray" dog into his clinic and does a quick exam to make sure it's okay

The dog doesn't have a collar or a microchip but he isn't worried because he knows what's going to happen next (since it's what always happens next)

what happens next is Jean Kirstein shows up

Jean, the owner of the dog, is forever losing track of it

He claims that his dog is really good at getting out of his back fence (to which Eren always says "then you need to do the responsible thing and keep an eye on her in when she's in the back yard") this normally leads to them bickering but whatever

Jean gets his dog back

and when he gets back to his house the first thing he says is "I swear to god I'm going to let them spay you next time!"

At which point the dog transforms from a dog to you, the reader, a werewolf with a big 'ol crush on the local veterinarian but you're too shy to talk to him in person so you get his attention in wolf form instead

"But Jeannnnnn... it's always so funny watching you guys fight" you tell Jean, your human roommate, with a pout.

Jean (who's very weak for your pouting and has trouble saying no to you yes he has a crush, no he's never going to do anything about it because you're all goo goo heart eyes for that stupid vet) just grumbles something about how one day he's not going to pick you up at all and you'll end up at the pound.

You just jump up and give him a big hug.

Then you lick the side of his face for good measure (and because it's cute when he gets all annoyed by your dog-like tendencies hehe~)

[nottheeconomy]

Dancingronpa~ ✨💃🕺

This was meant to be a pose reference study but it quickly became a cloth physics test instead

Happy 2025!

[bittersnsweetz]

if you guys havent read mutually assured destruction by venomouschocolate on ao3, it is one of my favourite krisnix centric fics and i cannot recommend it enough. its so. raw. and emotionally devastating. i started thinking about this paragraph again and had to draw fanart for it

just. the aftermath of everything. the simultaneous pain of relief and the bottomless pit in your stomach when you realise what it all means for you. so much you cannot express in words. so much grief STILL. when you should be celebrating. fucks me up, quite frankly. joyous!

[bratbarzal]

hey maggie😈 I know this is for exes to lovers but any spin of this for tsou/lih luke: “you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

✩‧₊˚ bratbarzal's valentines event!˚₊‧✩

“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.” with our boy!!!! LIH/TSOU!LUKE!!! this probably fits in the timeline of tsou part two - and I feel like the vibes of this are gift giving, but because there's technically two gift giving scenes coming up, I did something a little different/cute for this!! again I switched up the phrasing of it a little to match their vibe but I hope you like it Hannah ily!!

Luke: hungry?

You: starving

Luke: I'll pick you up

Hanging out with Luke has all of a sudden become as easy as that - throwing on an old hoodie and running out to his car when it drives by your sorority, never thinking you'd be so grateful that he chose to spend his break back in Michigan instead of taking an actual, much needed, vacation.

You'd chirped him at first, calling him crazy for picking this place over somewhere sunny and warm, but as he drives over to the mall, your passenger seat heated so that you're all cozy, and the all too familiar scenery blurring through your window, you're grateful he has such an attachment to the area.

Especially after the week you've had - you just need a moment to be away from everything and everyone.

"I'm gonna run in, do you want me to leave the heat on?" he asks as he unbuckles his belt, twisting over to you as he grabs his wallet from the tray below the console.

You nod, a shy smile offered in return of the one he gives to you.

"I'll be 10 minutes, max, I'm gonna leave my keys, lock the door behind me," he tells you, flicking at your nose affectionately as he adds, "No joyrides."

You roll your eyes and swat at his hand before watching him retreat - watching all the way until he disappears into the mall, glancing back at you as he turns the final corner, and busying yourself with your phone until he taps on your window maybe ten minutes later, scaring the living crap out of you.

"Jesus," you huff, reaching over to unlock the doors, opening the one on your side so you can take the bag precariously hung over his fingertips while he balances a drinks holder in his hand. You check in the bag as he rounds the front of the car, noticing a few different things from different places, smiling to yourself as you realise he's picked up your favourite things.

You wonder if he has developed a sixth sense for when you're a little down, or a little quieter than usual, or if this is just what he does, regardless. Texts you out of the blue, picks you up from your house, drives you across town to the mall with the food court and hops around until he has everything to make you happy again.

Either way, you're grateful.

Luke shuffles into his seat before he puts the drinks down in the middle of the two of you, and you glance down. Two large diet cokes and something little lodged between them.

"You got me a milkshake too?" You gasp, taking the smaller cup from his hold and looking inside.

"Yeah, 'cause you like to dip your fries like a freak."

"You remembered?" You pull out said fries, grabbing one to eat as you watch him shudder dramatically.

"Stuff like that is pretty hard to forget," he steals one of your fries and throws it into his mouth. "I got your order perfect, give me a little credit, here," he adds around it, eyes meeting yours as you smile over at him.

It's been a while since you've done this - sat in the front seat of his car, a tray of food between the two of you and no other plans. It used to be your thing sometimes, when he'd pick you up from the club in the summer, taking a detour to a drive thru and eating junk food, just the two of you, away from the judgement of his more-regimented older brothers. It helped when you got back to the house, and the rest of the guys had worked through most of whatever Quinn might have cooked up, and you were left with scraps.

You still wonder how none of them ever clocked onto how you and Luke were both miraculously not that hungry at the same time - Luke especially, who pretty much eats his family out of house and home on any given day of the week. But maybe you pay more attention to him than most people.

When you think back on it, compared to how the two of you have been over the last few months - you realise how surface-level your relationship might have been back then. Yeah, you told Luke more than you told most people about yourself - about your family, your life, your job, or whatever - but it was nothing compared to how things have been since the two of you seriously became friends.

The two of you talk every day - about school, about hockey, about how you're feeling, about how he's coping - and it feels a lot more even, this time, like there's a balance there.

The thought brings a soft smile to your face as you reach into the bag and pull out your sub, a wave of appreciation washing over you at all the effort he put into getting all the things you like.

"The boy did good," you tell him, meeting his eye again to give him an assured grin as you unwrapped your sandwich, "Are we going halves?"

"Of course we're going halves," he playfully rolls his eyes, taking the half that you offer him and switching half of his sub back over - part chicken caesar and part turkey and ham. "It doesn't taste right when I get it on my own, anymore."

"I know," you laugh, holding it out for him to cheers before you can start eating. "I don't think I've had one since the last time we got it together." You take a bite of yours, covering your mouth as you chew and notice him watching you, amusement flashing in his eyes, a similar smile to your own stretching at his lips before he takes his own bite, humming and nodding in approval at the taste.

"'S'good," he mumbles around his mouthful, and you snort around your own, reaching for your coke to wash it down.

"It's the best," you correct him, fighting the temptation to reach out and swipe your thumb against the corner of his lip, wiping away the smudge of sauce left behind.

[lynn-tged-posting]

frontera siblings

original

[spaciebabie]

um!

[ashipiko]

🫡 my part of a trade i did w miss @raven-at-the-writing-desk herself!!!!

[latenightwestern]

someone call homeland security !

[mr-malumm]

My man 🥰🥰

[judasisgayriot]

the one or two people one person

[aryomengrande]

me when my friends who also dont play lads pick xavier as the guy they think they’ll like bc he looks so soft/has a sweet demeanor

[xayspancakeee]

ദ്ദി（• ˕ •マ.ᐟ

cute bows + babies = giddy fangirl

[ryuusea]

sherliam week 2023 - day 1: time-loop; continuation of this au where they started as friends

thanks to sherliamweek for finally making me draw part 2 of this idea FOUR months later.

[grabby-smitten]

[silverspleen]

STUPID SHIP MEME DRAWINGS.

I just think they should kiss maybe?

Obsessed (positive??) with the dynamic of guy who betrays his country so he can run off with the militia he's been working with because he gets a case of loyalty feelings so bad he goes and blows himself up X morally upstanding traumatic backstory woman having the worst fucking time of her life (again) who really just needs someone to be as fanatically loyal as possible to her, as a person who is really into the inherent eroticism of the hierarchical military power dynamic focus on loyalty and the use of "yes ma'am" as I love you.

Obsessed (negative) with the propaganda implications that we seem to have ignored of the fact that the three most important people in an arabic woman's life are 2 (two) white guys and her brother, who betrays her and becomes a villain in the later games, and the fucking insidious-ass narrative choice of placing one of said white guys in said militia as like, the tacit fact that this organization is ok only because the western white guys are cool with it. Stop introducing more ULF people just to kill them!!! I SEE YOU WRITERS!!! YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME!!!!!!

because, once again, the character dynamic? I am sick for it. He dropped a building on himself for her and then came back???? He came back???? He could have gone anywhere but he came back to her???? I'm unwell. I think I have covid. I need to go lie down.

Anyway my city now my characters now smashing them together like barbies watching that .gif of them staring at each other eighty times reading all the fanfiction goodbye

you shouldn't blow yourself up in the furnace I want to blow myself up in the furnace for you as my own personal choice and you should order me to do it because you're such a good leader what is wrong with youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrgh *gnaws on furniture*

WE DON'T EVEN GET TO SEE HIM COME BACK TO HER. THANK YOU FIC WRITERS YOU KNOW THAT REUNION MUST BE SO ANGST THE COMPLEX DYNAMIC OF SACRIFICING YOURSELF FOR SOMEONE AND MAKING IT OUT AND BACK TO THEM AGAIN!!!!!!! THE GUILT! THE YEARNING! THE LOYALTY! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE.

[ilonacho]

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL COMMISSION MY DEAR FRIEND GOT FOR ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY I’M LOSING MY MIND!!!😭🥺💚💘 THANK YOU CADENCE I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU @vampireflowerarts IT’S BEAUTIFUL I LOVE IT SO MUCH😭♥️