#just gals bein pals

[jmr-observingfromafar]

THIS ART AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[manga-and-stuff]

Source: Yokohama Kaidashi Kikō Yokohama Shopping Log ヨコハマ買い出し紀行

by Hitoshi Ashinano

[hnm-tech-support]

What's this? It seems someone's arrived with a question for Tech Support!

"Hey, creepy lady!" Peony, rather rudely, calls. Although she says it with an earnest smile? Either she's too naive to realize that's impolite as sin, or she thinks it's cool if someone is creepy, therefore she's complimenting Techie. Perhaps both. "Long time no see! How have you been? Shame our deal to get you to assassinate someone for me fell through." Once again said jokingly. She sticks her tongue out.

"I've been going around and asking all sorts of different contestants questions as we come up on round two! And- well, I couldn't NOT talk to the other person who was, like, grown in a test tube or whatever. Weird experiments gotta stick together!"

She offers a fist bump as she says that? What a strange, strange child.

"But as for my question, I was wondering: when I talked to you last, it sort of seemed like you knew my mom, Susanna Patrya Haltmann. Do you know the version of her that exists in your world? Are you friends? Enemies? Business rivals turned secret lovers? You definitely seemed to have SOME sort of strong feelings about her, and so I've got to know!"

(Tech Support takes being called creepy in stride. It's weirder if you're NOT creepy where she's from. She accepts the fist bump.)

lol you're a weird little kid, you know that? Sup, test-tube buddy?

(At the mention of Susie, she turns a bit pink.)

Uhh that's a bit complicated? I mean, it's not a secret or anything but like...

...But yeah there's a Susie here, and a Haltmann Works. She's pretty different from the ones in a lot of other worlds though!

HWC was Holy Nightmare's rival at one point, and then we bought them out and they handled robotics for us for a while. That's how we met. And uh... we were friends! Pretty good... friends.

(She's sweating, really unsure what to say to this, what, 10 year old?)

Untiiiil we weren't. Because she did something pretty shitty. And HWC isn't part of HNM anymore. And that's really all I wanna say.

(She pouts and sighs.)

...I guess I was hoping one of the Susies in the other universes would be different, you know?

@kirbyoctournament

[suzanami]

unicorn girls Estrella and Marisol takin it easy <3

I've sketched this concept like four times, it finally came together to ease my latest art block

[watchmakermori]

tumblr's usually got a habit of exaggerating how homoerotic stuff is but I finally watched goncharov and uh. yeah that cigar scene really was a Choice huh

[sondersonne-art]

sketches, posed up, two ladies with two arms and three eyes between them.

[mknbrd]

for not the first time today, her head hurts. she's realized it's an existential sort of pain, when the fibers of her brain try to knit the memories of herself back together. where it hurts — discerning between what is real, and what aim has implanted in her mind. it's like it's too much work, like she's trying to lift the weight of the world with just her two hands. carol, at least, with her feet in lana 'i sand, and the concern that she can't quite hide furrowed in her brow, bobbi knows is real and has been real. she leans over her knees, works her thumbs into the meat of an orange to distract herself from her predicament. ' who else knows i'm here ? ' / @dinopunching

[crookedcrow5]

Collar

"Would I need to be collared too?"

Ran's ear twisted in Yuuma's direction before she paused in her laundry folding to give her a confused look.

"What. Are you talking about."

The taotie smirked.

"Would I need to be collared too? As a shikigami."

Ran looked confused for a moment before she started and had a mixture of anger and embarrassment on her face. She quickly adjusted the collar of her shirt to cover her neck and the noticed piece of clothing.

"... Mention it to no one."

Yuuma laughed, leaning back where she was sitting on the porch.

"Oh come on~ No one would be surprised~"

"Hmph."

"But I'm curious, are you collared because you're a shikigami?" Her smirk grew. "Or because you're you?"

Ran bared her fangs as she growled and stalked towards the taotie.

"Watch it."

"Keh-heh-heh, still got some bite left in you? I'm shocked." She shrugged, closing her eyes. "Here I thought you were tamed completely like the good shikigami you are~"

"I am a-" Ran stopped herself before huffing. "I am a powerful shikigami, but that does not mean I cannot hold my own."

"Of course~ It just means you'll happily wear proof of your dwindling pride in public-"

She was cut off by a weight against her, pinning her down on the porch. The taotie looked up to see Ran with a barely kept frustration in her eyes and smile.

"Dwindling pride? Hah." Her voice was low and half way to a snarl. "Why are you so fascinated by it, hm?" Her grip on her wrists tightened slightly, but not enough to truly harm her. "Perhaps I'll make you my shikigami and put you on a leash." Her smile turned into a smirk as she lowered her head to whisper in Yuuma's ear, "Tell me, Yuuma. Would you like that? To be mine. To be restrained?" Her voice grew lower and lower but still rang in Yuuma's head. "I'd get you a nice, snug, collar. Something only for you. Telling everyone that you're mine. Telling you who you belong to."

The taotie shivered as Ran's lips tickled her ear. Ran just pulled away and stood up with ease and her usual calm expression.

"Don't bark if you can't bite, Yuuma."

The taotie laid there for a moment before chuckling breathily.

"I can certainly bite."

"Mm." The kitsune's eyes gleamed before she turned back to folding clothes. "I must finish this before the rain comes."

"Then?"

"Then~?" She purred and chuckled. "Maybe, if you're good."

"... Fuck, I missed you."

[runawaymun]

doodling with some new tools and got to thinking what if Galadriel and Luthien made out, y’know? 

[queenofbaws]

oh my gosh hiiii !!! can you write jessicash please? maybe them baking together? shenanigans ensue? thank you !! 😋❤️❤️

not-quite-six sentence weekend :P

It wasn't a gradual thing - one moment she was standing just fine, carefully moving cookie after cookie from the hot tray to the cooling rack, the next, everything inside of her gave out in a wave. Had the kitchen been that hot the whole time? How long had she been on her feet? And, more to the point, why had she agreed to this in the first place?!

"Hey. Um. Sorry. But...do you think you could maybe...take over for a second? Just, like...the next batch?"

Jess looked up from the bag of Hershey kisses she'd been diligently unwrapping, her eyebrows pulled together and a teeny-tiny sliver of her tongue poked out over her bottom lip in a wildly overdramatic expression of concentration. She blinked for a second, almost like she hadn't understood the question, then shrugged and got up, giving the hem of her t-shirt a little tug to adjust it where it'd been riding up while she sat.

Ah. Right, Ashley thought as she carefully levered herself up onto the countertop, resting her head against the cabinets behind her. That was why she'd agreed to it.

She shut her eyes against the wave of dizziness that had come over her, hoping against hope that it was only a temporary thing. If she was being honest, baking had never really been her strong suit, her 'thing,' so to speak; it wasn't that she'd forgotten how tiring it could be, buzzing around with the oven going, it was that it hadn't even crossed her mind. If she'd known, she would've taken a break ten minutes ago, would've just gone to sit in front of an open window, or excuse herself to hide in the bathroom, or, heck, even lying down on the floor in the fetal position was starting to sound good at this point, and -

"I always forget which one's which."

She blinked, shaken from her mental flagellation. "...huh? Which what is...what?"

At the other end of the counter, Jess stood in front of the mixing bowl, her head tilted juuust enough that Ashley could see her lips purse in thought. She had her elbows on the counter, meaning the rest of her was sort of leaning away from it, and lo and behold, wouldn't you know it, that t-shirt of hers was riding up again, showing a whole stretch of her lower back and stomach, which, honestly?

Wasn't really helping the whole 'overheating' part of this whole mess.

"Tee-ess-pee and tee-bee-ess-pee," she explained, giving the bowl a spin as she kept staring at the recipe. "I know one's tablespoon and one's teaspoon, but...c'mon. They're almost exactly the same! How do you even keep track?"

"Tablespoon's got the b in it, like, y'know, um, table. And teaspoon doesn't. It's just t. Like. Um. Tea."

It had felt like a reasonable enough explanation in her head, but maybe she was worse off than she felt, because Jess turned at that, giving her a confused look. She didn't push up from her lean (again, the arch of her back? Not helping), instead propping her chin up with her hand. "You're, like, so red right now. You good?"

"Uh." That was the question, wasn't it?

Lying down on the floor was sounding better and better.

"I'm - " Ashley paused, clearing her throat. She doubted it did much to make her look any less terrible, but at least she hoped it would keep her voice from cracking. "Yeah. Just tired, I think. It...it kinda snuck up on me."

Jess blinked slowly, still watching her, and the longer that went on the warmer Ashley's face felt, so she scrambled to keep them moving right along.

"Um. Capital-t means big spoon. Lowercase-t means little spoon."

"Oooh. Okay. See, that makes sense!" Beaming, Jess (finally) turned away from her, setting about starting the next batch. After getting the dry ingredients together, she pointed to the nearby cooling rack, offhandedly suggesting, "If you feel gross, eating might help. That's a thing, right? Like, sugar gives you energy? I think that's a thing. Plus, if these turn out to be fuuucking terrible, we can stop while we're ahead!"

It couldn't hurt, she figured, taking one of the mostly-cooled chocolate chip cookies. 'Mostly' being the operative term, she quickly realized, because its middle was still just gooey enough that she had to stick her other hand under it when it began to warp and droop on its way to her mouth. The good news was that they weren't horrible - she'd had better, sure, but they were totally passable. It was gone in three warm, sumptuous bites, and then she shut her eyes again, resting her head against that cabinet.

"Better?" Jess asked over the telltale scrape of spoon-on-bowl.

"Um," she said, eyes still closed, her thoughts soupy in the heat of the kitchen. "I think so? I'll be fine, really, I just - "

But then she heard the bowl clunk back onto the countertop. Cracking an eye, she found Jess staring at her - again - and something in the way she was looking...something in her eyes...she couldn't say what it was, but it had Ashley sitting straighter, opening her eyes altogether.

"...y-yeah?"

Without answering, Jess walked over to her. Right up to her, in fact. And that wasn't to say 'just in front of her,' or 'until she was beside her,' or anything like that; no, Jess walked right up to the section of counter she was sitting on, going so far as to set her hands on Ashley's knees (the contact positively electric through the holes in her jeans), gently nudging her legs apart until she had just enough room to stand flush against the counter and -

In one quick move, she reached up and ran one of her fingers along the line of Ashley's lower lip. The resulting short-circuit in her brain meant she was only sort of aware of the smear of chocolate she saw on her fingertip before Jess brought that finger to her own mouth, her nail polish glimmering in the light as she pointedly licked the mess away.

"Had something on your face," she said as if what she'd just done had been the most natural thing in the world, and then she was walking away again, picking up the mixing bowl.

Ashley sat there for a second afterwards - two, three, four, five - and then she gave in, doing the only thing she could possibly think to do in that situation. She slid off the counter and onto the floor beside the table where the cookies were cooling. She stared at the ceiling. She thought about the choices that had brought her to that moment.

And she decided maybe, just maybe...baking could be her 'thing' after all.

[higekki]

@wystirea wrote: Truly, she couldn’t help herself. Having a rare moment to relax, to indulge themselves as young women rather than warriors. She has toyed and played with the other girl’s hair, setting it neatly back into the thick braids. But eyes fall back to her vanity, ideas sparking to life as she opens the jar of color. Fingers press against the love pillar’s cheek as the soft brush of make up runs over her lips. It’s the same soft hue of pink that the Insect pillar herself so enjoys. It suits her as far as she was concerned. ‘ That color looks good on you, don’t you think~? ‘

shinobu is so pretty.

soft green eyes stare up at the other girl in wonder, breath held and lips pursed as delicate hands gently apply the soft pink lip color. will it look good, or will it draw too much attention to the pink of her hair? is it going to clash? she's always tended to avoid anything but eyeliner in fear that an overabundance of colors would be labeled as attention seeking. but if shinobu thinks it looks nice...

she turns her head to look into the mirror, blinking a few times as she does so, her eyes taking a moment to adjust from the transition from staring at something so close to looking at something further away. the insect hashira is right... it does look good on her, doesn't it?

" i think it looks good because you chose it, shinobu-chan. " the words come out softer than she had intended, red creeping through her cheeks the instant they leave her lips. was that too forward? no, surely it's alright. shinobu would understand, right? she's one of the most understanding people mitsuri's ever met. even without being told, she seems to understand...

" it's nice spending time with you like this. just us girls, i mean. it's nice. "

[spectrum-core]

[bathtubdefenseattorney]

Somehow all twelve chapters of 1943 are posted. I've never been so invested in writing something. Please enjoy wwii spy soldier assassins futanari hate fucking. And youkai 🥰

[bronanlynch]

anyway happy sophinore sunday in honor of finishing our gwitch rewatch last night I'm dusting off a wip from last summer

Sophie ran her fingers along Norea’s arm, tracing an old scar that ran the length of her tricep, from her elbow to where the strap of her sports bra lay across the bony knob of her shoulder, and said, “What do you want me to do with your body if you die?”

[wihlted]

❛     i listened to the ep you sent me. when its just you and your piano, and it's like magic.      ❜ / @deatheless

[asteracaea]

so... we think zoe and channing are bearding, right? i can't be the only one?

her insta pre-batman has been wiped but i clearly remember that she made a SUPER gay post about her love for some lady and then it was like, the next day the media said she and channing were dating. it felt like a classic textbook bearding coverup, but i've never seen anyone else discuss it. thoughts?