#legit saw the notif

[eldrigeonsss]

okay, so, I heard you want to draw fnc, right. Yeah. I would put a question mark there but I can’t so use your imagination. Anyways. So. I would like to fully request a gill dropckiking chip. This has nothing to do with fnc but I crazy. Crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me cra

I’m terrified by you and this is absolutely the kind of energy I would like in my ask box from now on. Heres your silly little drawing thank you for requesting this it was really fun to do traditionally <3

Figured I’d do their earlier designs bc that feels like something they’d get up to while training or smthn.

I used a low quality screenshot from naruto to figure out the pose. Not kidding.

[thechildisgone]

scream.

[lifemod17]

the 'yes ma'am' and the voice and the accent oh i am so down bad?!

[topguncortez]

there is nothing i love more than seeing my old fics get reblogged 🫶🫶🫶 literally makes me smile

[miyamoratsumuu]

POSTEDDD skipped the queue hitoshi needs to be seen NEOW

I'M SO GLAD YOU DID BC THAT WAS AAAAAAAGH IDK IF I COULD SAY I NEEDED THAT BUT I LOVED IT 🥰😧🥳🫶🏻😋😜🩵☺️🫶🏻🤨🤷‍♀️💔🙏🏼😒🧍🏻‍♂️🩵🤨😧😋😭☺️🤨🩵😋🤲🏻😜😞

[cursed-elo-images]

boo

I nearly felt out of my chair and I yelped 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀

[thevalleyoftriumph]

im beginning to think that i am mentally ill and the internet makes my mental illness Worse

[cabinette]

I thank tumblrs tag algorithm every day that all my favourite tumblr folks see my art and RB/follow me, sometimes it feels like I'm getting exploded into gibs when I get jumpscared by these notifs like

[ferahntics]

your ocs are so cool........ please give us more 🤲

aAAA I'm so glad you like them, I'm having loads of fun drawing and talking about them 😭🙏💖💖💖

[bantambookeater]

Is the world?

What?

[jaxi-the-dragonborn]

I forget how much power commenters on fics have. I commented on a fic that hadn’t updated in a year and it updated. the next day

[pretzel-the-frogtopus]

OMG hit yet to have even been recorded ttrpg series JRWI Chronophobia real? (joke)

[henrysfedora]

[kicks door down] PLEASE TALK ABOUT LEO'S WIFE

LDJSLJKH I THINK I WILL

i hope it's coherent, she is all over the place for me lmao

since she literally doesn't have a name: i don't know where it came from but i just think for her rosanna sounds nice <3 leo and rosanna <3

firstly it was just serafina but now thinking about lauretta too just makes it better: i think rosanna is much more quiet and softly spoken, more so than serafina and lauretta in a way.

i've imagined serafina to be this tall, extravagant woman who loves the most expensive fur coats, velvet gloves, and lovely, overly accessorised dresses. she would always wear dark colours, mostly black. whereas rosanna had a thing for the much simpler flapper dresses, a smaller silhouette, nice hats, pearl necklaces and she had much more colour in her outfits than serafina ever did as well as being generally more pastel almost: like whites, light blues, lavenders and peaches. like serafina is this big tall woman and so is lauretta really, in their big fur coats and silhouettes, their strong features, and they appear so confident with their rich lives, whereas rosanna, both in fashion and in her own stature, is much more smaller and not as confident in her new life as they are. she didn't have what she has now when she was younger, she had the simple things and that's what she enjoys most, the simple things.

i think rosanna is quite short and plump :) she has blonde hair, shoulder length and is usually up in flapper waves. warm brown eyes and has a warm complexion.

i also do think leo genuinely loved her too, which is why i love thinking she's quite clumsy: she's a bit like vito and pepe. he probably had to teach her the whole shtick about desert spoons and soup spoons and how to pour wine and all that 1910s-1920s shit.

she isn't as educated about the business as serafina and lauretta are and it scares her a little, she knows what leo does but the vinci family plus lauretta are really all shes got and she loves leo a lot so she just, doesn't want to leave. probably doesn't get how bad it could be.

sexuality? no idea, everyone. she falls in love a little with everyone she meets, really sees the good in people.

i think if she ever met vito she would give him a good big hug <3

loves to dance courtesy of leo, admires many bands and often goes to performances. she never really gets the hang of all the fancy dinner etiquette's but she's a hell of a dancer and a sweet person, she gets along with so many people. needs help with her hair all the time and would 100% choose a dress she knows is easy to dance in over a proper, public dress. like fancy dinners, yeah they're great.. but dancing to a jazz band in the street with a bunch of smiling strangers. i truthfully believe she can adopt almost anyone if she's given the chance. she's a bit oblivious to rich people's expectations but leo really doesn't mind, they're both pretty chill about life which is why they get along i imagine.

i also really like the idea of her coming to one of the gal's hangouts putting a surprised look on everyone's face with her new custom tailored outfit with pants.

[uravityxo]

@guidemetothedark said ; Words of Affirmation time! I LOVE how you write, I love your Oc, and our conversations that have happened together. YOu are such an amazing writer, and fantastic at teaming up and figuring out plots together. (ON all of your blogs ALL of them)

nooOOO sobbing cause the way this has me kicking my feet in the air like a school girl rn,, the smile on my face :')) thank you so much this means so much oml?? i ... aaaaa !!! so so happy you're an actual gem fr fr?? i really look forward to writing with you more in the future <33

[jaz-it-up]

going feral send me an ask to remind me to read your s8 Tango fic in about 10 hours or so (give or take) because. I also have (the idea of) a s8 Tango fic based on SPACE MAN because both topics make me feral /pos

you're going feral?? i'm going feral!! aren't you the unhinged bbh donos guy???? what an honor!!! /genuine

[macawbre]

He knows that if he asked outright, Father would reply with some silly quip and end by saying all he needs is his family's happiness. (Which, okay, is really sweet and totally doesn't make Laslow tear up. Not at all.)

Probably. Or Father would give the question serious thought, and ask for a charm or piece of magic that frankly sounded impossible to procure.

So Laslow didn't ask. Merely plotted and scratched his head and was only marginally stressed out when an order almost wasn't completed on time.

"Father! Happy birthday," he grins, sitting across from Henry at the dinner table. They get to celebrate as a family again, and Laslow doesn't dare waste a minute.

From the chair next to him, Laslow produces a medium sized box. "Ta da! Please be careful with the package on top."

(There are a few carefully wrapped items inside the box. The first is an onyx crow with two small rubies for eyes, made by the same artisan who created Mother's dancer figurine. Next is a book of famous ghost stories from across Fodlan. And last of all, a hand woven, tan sweater made of only the softest yarn.)

"Okay, okay, let's get some grub on. You need to get some food in you, so you grow up even stronger than you are now, yeah?"

It's a sentiment mimicked, much like a parrot, but with feeling and purpose and all the little nuances with being something to someone. Henry wasn't daft—he was hardly a parental figure at all, let alone this boy's real father. Inigo's real father was immortalized, beloved, and all the things he just wasn't. Yet. But in a way, just sitting across from him, eye-to-eye, reminded Henry that there was never going to be a moment Inigo would regret, so long as he was around. Him. Henry. No one else would fill those shoes. And that was the most important thing to him in moments like this.

He'd take these shoes and walk this earth a father. And better yet, Inigo's!

"Hey, kiddo, whatcha got behind your back?" Henry wondered if the fatherly thing to do was to pretend it wasn't there. But like a crow took to a shiny coin, he couldn't help himself.

"It's not a risen arm, is it?" A joke. Probably. His terribly joyous grin spread from ear-to-ghastly-ear.

"Nah, I'm kidding. But, hmmmmm~"

His grin shrunk a little, even more genuine than the last. It's touched with a gentleness that almost felt unsettling—like a man laying to rest for the last time. "You didn't have to." He really didn't have to. "For my birthday, huh?"

It's such a dear little box, too. He swallowed a bit, met with a dryness that curled on the back of his tongue like a dusty, forgotten stage. Henry had never been good at these touchy-feely things. But every year older reminded him that however much he would play the stranger, his family would pull him in for the same song-and-dance again. And again. Until he wasn't just ghosting the motions, but feeling them in their entirety.

He just hoped that when the curtains fell, and the shoes were put away, his boy would carry on as beautifully as he always had been.

"Thanks, my boy."

Before he even opened the dear box, he rested his hand on its lid and sighed. Honestly, he knew he'd just adore it. Whatever it was.

"...I think you know me a little too well." The phrase, however catty, arrived with great, sincere affection. "You just knew I'd try to worm my way out of this if I had my way."

"Nyahaha!"

Pulling away at the box, his expression lowered, eyebrows canting to the one thing he could not deny. A beautiful, fanning book. An onyx crow, held up to the light. "Oh."

And a sweater—the coziest thing on this side of Ferox.

"Yeah."

"I'm getting soft, alright."