#life has been so hectic

[justxaxstrayxkid]

Small and low quality Mizuchi ft smol baby Yato

It's been a while. I miss these posts :(

[usagis-tsukinos]

Guys My Age - 2

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Chapter 1

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Warnings: None

Words: 1,329

ask to tag: @just-a-sleepy-idiot

For the next three to four weeks, they barely saw each other between saying good morning or talking after their respective jobs in the driveway. Lucifer would sometimes see the mailman linger at her door for a little bit longer than usual but other than that he didn’t really pay attention. He’d walk Ramsey and keep to himself. One day he sat on the couch, watching TV on his day off before there was a knock on the door. When he opened it, there stood another neighbor, a woman closer to his age who held a plate of cookies in her hands with a big smile.

“Oh. Hello.” He awkwardly greeted, looking behind her and seeing the first girl he met across the street talking to the mailman– again? Didn’t he just come by this morning? “Hi! My name’s Eleanour.” Her voice was a little squeaky but she seemed nice enough, Lucifer simply nodded, standing there in his doorway before he noticed her holding the plate. “I brought you some Welcome to the Neighborhood treats! These are butter pecan cookies, with some peanut butter blossoms, chocolate chips…” He found himself distracted as she rambled off the cookies, still watching as the mailman across the yard kissed his neighbor on the cheek after making sure no one was looking. He's not very subtle, Lucifer thought. He must think he’s somehow invisible in that uniform. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Eleanour frowned, lowering her tray slowly before Lucifer cleared his throat and tried to force a smile. “No, no, you’re… fine.” She smiled, handing him the tray. “Well, I’ll be over there, just three doors down.” He gave her a tight smile, nodding slightly. “Okay.” Eleanour was pretty, just.. Lucifer couldn’t put his finger on it. “Just holler in case you need anything!” With that, his front door was shut and Lucifer could actually gather his thoughts for a bit. He couldn’t understand why he felt so weird about seeing the neighborhood mailman kissing his next door neighbor, he barely knew her! So what was the fuss? It was none of his business.

The next day, he went to the store, bringing Ramsey to sit in his passenger side while he grabbed groceries with the doors locked and the AC on blast. Even though Lilith and his divorce was final and he was on his own again, he just felt like his life was on autopilot. Everything was slow, even when he played with Ramsey. It felt like something was missing and he finally understood men who had midlife crises. The sound of another cart bumping into him took him out of his gaze as he mindlessly stared at the conflicting object before meeting the face of his neighbor, the pretty one kissing the mailman before she awkwardly tried to move her cart out of his way.

“Sorry.” she mumbled as her one wheel went funky like they always do when you’ve grabbed the worst cart possible. Lucifer looked into her cart briefly; eggs, flour, different shaped pans, a few different cereals, nothing out of the ordinary. He almost wanted to make a joke about how he saw her kissing the mailman like some 1950’s housewife kissing the milkman while her husband worked but knew he wasn’t quite on that level with her, and wondered if he ever would be. Now that was a thought. Clearing his throat, he shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.” This felt so unnatural. It’s not like he’d never spoken to her or seen her before, nor was it like they weren’t on at least first name basis with each other. Lucifer saw her cheeks go red in embarrassment as it took her so long just to move her cart to the other side of the freezer aisle.

“So,” She stammered, placing her purse into the little basket at the beginning of the cart, “How are you settling into the new place? Is it nice?” “Yeah.” Does she know he saw her yesterday? Was it really that big of a deal? Unless he was married… Scandal in the neighborhood indeed, sleeping with your married mailman. 

“I saw that Eleanour came to welcome you to the area. She’s super nice, isn't she?” Lucifer glanced towards the frozen pizzas, wondering how long they were meant to carry on such polite conversation before one of them went to pay for their food. “She’s fine. Nice.” He opened the door, grabbing a box and interrupting her before she could continue, “I’ll see you around, I have Ramsey in the car waiting and she starts barking if I leave her in there too long.” Before she could say anything he was almost speeding his way to self checkout as he fought down the pit in his stomach at the thought of his neighbor, who he barely knew by the way, kissing their mailman. Was it jealousy? Envy? That’s just stupid, he thought, putting his groceries into the car and petting Ramsey in greeting before making his way home. 

Meanwhile, across the street she dumped her baking supplies on the counter, groaning loudly as a pan fell on her floor with a loud bang. In the corner of her eye her phone lit up, Eleanour’s name flashing across the screen with a text reading ‘Hi sweetheart, do you need any help today?’, but she chose to ignore it for now, looking over the recipe she printed out and deciding to get started. An hour later she sat on the floor, crying because the cookies she attempted to make were burnt to a crisp and this would show to be the seventh batch she’s attempted to make this week that came out wrong. Grabbing her phone, she cried into Eleanour’s ear about how she burnt yet another set of cookies and that no one would want someone so bad at cooking. “Okay, okay, honey, I’ll be right over.” could barely be heard over her sobs before being hung up on to sit in her kitchen in the dark, with only the oven light and the smell of burnt food to keep her company for the next few mins.

Letting herself in, Eleanour quickly began to clean up the kitchen, scraping off food from the tray and pushing the trash down so she could easily work. Eleanour bent down, helping her neighbor up and wiping her tears as she continued to listen to her complaints. “You’ll get it eventually,” She soothed, sitting her down at her own kitchen table so she could breathe, “It takes practice, that’s all.”

“But all I do is practice! And every time I almost have to call the fire department! It’s bad enough Kenny won’t even eat what I cook, even if I manage to not burn it by some miracle!” Whoops. That wasn’t meant to come out. But Eleanour said nothing, she wasn’t stupid, she was well aware of her little fling with their neighborhood mailman but it was none of her business. Making them a cup of decaf Eleanour sat across from her, “I saw our new neighbor today. I was a little late to the Welcoming Committee, but he seems alright.” She said nothing in response, almost looking shy as she remembered her awkward encounter with him in the grocery store that afternoon. But was it really that awkward? She thought, circling her coffee cup along the rim. 

Changing the subject, she got up from her seat, “I’m sorry I called you over, Eleanour,” she started with her back to her as she leaned a little towards her kitchen counter. “But I think I need some sleep.”

“You want me to sleep over? Maybe help out with breakfast in the morning, I’m off.” “No, thanks.” She mumbled, pouring her coffee into the sink and not looking at her. “I’m gonna make a TV dinner and call it a night.” Eleanour walked over and kissed her cheek, “I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow, you sleep well.”

“Thanks.”

[fakezircon]

It's Done!

Three months of work from start to finish! All so I could finally present to the world:

Pocket, Minecraft Edition:

Some standard rambles and fun progress images under the cut :)

So, I started this project in early August, mostly as something I could do during downtime of a then upcoming trip.

I had seen some absolutely amazing art pieces by @royalnaym which kinda gave me the idea that minecraft rendered in pixel art has a pretty interesting while still very recognizable look. At the same time I came across @groupcritpowerdynamics 's speedrun pastel pieces and those really inspired me to try depicting my favourite game in one of my favourite mediums!

In the middle of August 6th, while in the middle of packing for my trip to the UK, I decided I wanted to do this and I wanted to have it to work on during the trip, so I loaded up minecraft and went looking for a screenshot worthy of immortalization. Unfortunately I couldn't find exactly what I was looking for so I made a brand new world and started looking around for the right vibes.

I knew I wanted a lone tree, and that if I ended up including the hot bar I wanted some hearts and food missing, so after running around for a few minutes I decided I would just do it myself and planted a sapling to serve as my centrepiece.

I gotta say I think the resemblance is striking!

And now as promised, the progress gif: mind the slight flashing, I did take these in all manner of different places including but not limited to: a plane, a handful of buses, and a small inn on the shores of England (not in that order).

It's pretty neat to me that you can see how different tones of lighting affect the perceived colour of the thread, I definitely noticed it more on this piece verses other larger stitch projects.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At the start of this project all I wanted was to 'learn how to draw' using comics as a medium and the MDZS audio drama as inspiration.

I've come *very* far from making simple, 3 panel black and white comics, and I truly do intend to go even further. Thank you to everyone who cheered me on throughout 2023, it has been an incredible year in so many ways I never could have imagined. I look forwards to drawing throughout 2024 B*)

(2024 summary here)

[raineandsky]

#120

When the villains caught wind of a new hero on the team, they’d all taken interest. When someone came back claiming he’s blind, it’d sparked a whole new debate.

Straightforward, they’d all said. He won’t even see us coming. They’d laughed at how easy it’d seemed.

The villain feels like they’ve stumbled on a pile of gold when they come across the hero. He’s running his hand along something on the fence in front of him, something that the villain will later realise is a braille description of the view ahead of him. A white cape drifts around his ankles, an equally white suit flattering against his typical heroic body, the lightest of smiles on his face as his fingers trace the patterns of dots along the railing.

The villain can’t help but grin as they slowly make their way towards the poor hero, so oblivious, so stupid. They’re barely a hair breadth away, their dagger practically unsheathing itself, when the hero spins towards them with a swish of his cape and a flick of a blade.

The villain barely reels back in time. Staying quiet doesn’t occur to them when they’re startled. The hero looks like he’s staring right through them, an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Ah,” he says brightly, “you’re one of those criminals I’m meant to be looking out for?”

The villain sidesteps, careful to keep their footing quiet, but it doesn’t matter. The hero’s head cocks towards them as they try to step out of his blade’s path.

“You’re almost silent,” the hero continues. A smirk adorns his face, intrigued. “Incredible.”

The villain is close enough to strike, the hero looking slightly too far beyond them to be right in his assumptions. The villain shifts in fast, their dagger poised. The hero dodges back and retaliates with a swing of his own.

The villain stumbles out of reach and the hero follows. The villain’s unprepared; they were expecting a hero who’s unsure who they’re looking for, where the villain is. They were expecting an easy plaything that they could stab when they got bored.

But this—the hero is nothing but brazen confidence.

The villain shoves their dagger up to meet his blade, throwing his arm out. They move in for another strike but the hero’s already recovered. His blade easily tucks under their arm and slices into their side.

Something of a strangled gasp escapes the villain before they can stop it. They stagger back, a hand touched timidly to the wound, their eyes flitting back up to the hero. He simply waits, his blade crimson and his eyes blank. How? How?

“Would you do me the honour of telling me who I’ve met?” he asks, as if this is nothing more than a casual meeting between friends of friends. The villain wants to snap him in half for the audacity.

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business.”

“Aha,” the hero says, almost a laugh, “You’re [Villain].”

The villain can only stare at him in horror. The hero seems to feel the tension in the silence, because he continues. “You’ve a bad mouth, favour in the blade, light on your feet.” A teasing smile. “And you’ve a smooth, caramel voice I haven’t heard in many like you.”

“Wh— Excuse me— You—” 

The hero just smirks, the stupid smirk of someone who knows he’s untouchable in every sense of the word. “Flustered by compliments, too,” the hero finishes with a laugh. “Good to remember for next time.”

“I’m not flustered!” the villain finally manages, “and my voice isn’t caramel. That isn’t a thing. You sound stupid.”

“I’m happy to be stupid if it means I can recognise you as the villain who speaks in caramel.”

The villain’s side is beginning to really ache. They need to be somewhere that’s not here when it inevitably gets worse. “Do what you want. I’m going home.”

“May I escort you to a prison cell?”

The villain barks a laugh, their side practically splitting with the forced fakeness of it. “As if you know where the agency is from here.”

“I always know where I am, [Villain].” A smile again, softer this time. Knowing. “You underestimate me for a characteristic I think makes me as interesting to you as you are to me.”

The burn in the villain’s skin is an ode to that. “Sure.” The villain turns on their heel before a thought occurs to them. “I’m going to walk away, loudly. Do me a favour and don’t fucking shank me when I do.”

The hero’s face twists back into a smirk. “As long as I hear you moving away. Until next time, [Villain].”

A blind hero! everyone had cried. It’s almost too easy!

The villain scurries away with a gash to the side and a slam to their ego, and they know now to know better than that.

[majimasleftasscheek]

goromiweek day 7: free day 🎀

[ask-moon-and-pebbs]

hello, moon! where’s Ruffles?

PS: I'm glad the alt text is helpful!

[samaraxmorgan]

My first time drawing Higuruma for the results of this poll!! It was a tie between him and Choso, I’ll start on the Choso version soon :)

More than welcome to repost with credit!!

[wayfinderships]

Auhgh my beloved! How I love you so,,,,💙

[fallowfrog]

ワールドイズマイン！！

[hedwig221b]

hi !! Are you working on a new fic ? (just curious because i love your writing <3) if yes, what's it gonna be about ?

Hi, love! I have two wips currently.

One is a fusion of these posts: one and two, so it's gonna be a bone witch Stiles with alpha wolf Derek who guards him and doesn't let anyone near but Stiles is fine with it. So much pining and UST!

Second one is abo... I'm so predictable lmao

But this is gonna be completely self-indulgent, because I've been craving abo 😳 so basically it's a combo of these posts: one and two, and also there's a snippet.

I hope you get the flavor, it's gonna be good and full of longing 💔

[agenderlesstree]

chapter 4 of i am my mother's child up now!

Spending time with his dad should really be the least of his worries right now, but the idea of it still leaves him on edge. Even when they lived together, his father had felt distant, unreachable. And now, over a decade later, that distance has only grown. At best their interactions are stilted and uncomfortable, at worst they make him feel like a little kid again: angry, powerless, alone. At worst… they end in a screaming match. And, as much as Buck has plenty to yell at his dad about, he doesn't want it to come to that, not before his mother's funeral, not while they're all still trying to figure out how to live with their newfound grief. He’s more nervous than ever, because now more than ever he wants the visit to go well. He doesn’t want to make everyone’s trip more uncomfortable just because he couldn't manage to have a single peaceful dinner with his father. “Okay, well,” Eddie pauses, something slightly hesitant. “What if I went with you? Would that help?”

[astraystayyh]

idk if this is silly or anything but i do feel sad when 95% of my notifs have been just empty likes for the past, what, 4 months if not more 😭 i miss when readers used to interact meaningfully with fics beyond a like sigh

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy day one of Chatember, starting it off with strong with the Thunderclan (Jin) leader, Jin Guangshan (Lionstar)

(Name and AU credits to @clintbeefwoods!)

[suburbanbonfire]

evil little laugh

[kurtsascot]

i joined tumblr a little over a year ago and ive had ??? so much fun ???!!!! like being part of this fandom and making friends has been so lovely and im so grateful and im in such a better spot mentally than i was like a year ago im so :,)))