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[pepper-m00n]

date idea i sit you down and make you watch the first episode of ouran highschool host club while i recite every single line

[chiptrillino-art]

something stranger and more wonderful

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my art for @faux-fires (ao3 Link) fic "something stranger and more wonderful"

beta red by @ranilla-bean (ao3 Link) for this years @zukkabigbang2024 event. its truly a beautiful fic. Keeping you on your toes while reading. making you worry about sokka exposed to the whims of nature and zuko, all alone.

big thank you to reikah and rana for all the handholding during this project! And stoping me form overthinking details.

[pepper-m00n]

yay @thelittolpinklady !!!!!

tagging @lessons-from-moths @piercedmysoul

im THAT soul eater girl 😘

cute thing im coming up with

this picrew and your current hyperfixation !!

no pressure tags @pearlzier @julesssyy @reidsfavoritegirl @whitney23317 @willowsblanket @flowercrownsandtrauma @rottenletter

[qiinamii]

new guy in the Express

bonus:

adding more to the whimsy

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (19/19)

Happy 15 Years of Dan and Phil 🩵🩵🩵

[pepper-m00n]

okay SIT DOWN. do i have a lecture for you.

the most cannon ship in haikyuu imo is tsukkiyama, and since you didn't include tskym in your list and i am their #1 fan: i will be explaining my reasoning.

the official art speaks for itself. every devout tsukkiyama fan can list the DOZENS of official art examples where they making heart eyes at eachother. one of my favorite examples of this is in the music album cover where they are litterally gazing longingly and talking about music on the floor. please check it out there are so many posts about this i cant say any more that hasn't already been said. (look up tsukkiyama official art for proof you are welcome)

their charachter arcs litterally revolve around and depend on eachother. tsukkis arc would have never started without yamaguchi yelling at him at the training camp, and yamaguchis whole thing is that he wants to catch up to and be as cool as tsukki is and doesn't want to be left behind and tsukki WANTS HIM TO CATCH UP!!!

yamaguchi puts him on such a high pedestal and looks up to him so much that his whole thing in haikyuu bu (the parody manga) is how much he loves tsukki. idk how you can get clearer than this. the tsukki bento. the i love you tsukki. the putting up posters in the club room. and MORE.

they CANNONICALLY WALK HOME TOGETHER DAILY AND TSUKKI TAKES HIS HEADPHONES OFF THEN YAMAGUCHI IS AROUND AND DOESN'T DO THAT FOR ANYONE ELSE AND PUTS THEM BACK ON WHEN THEY PART WAYS. i litterally do this with people im interested in bc im not a social person and im a headphones girl.

they're one of the only pairings seen to interact post-timeskip (outside of the reunion game) AND its implied they regularly go out!!!! they are litterally at dinner together bruh. and they know things that happened recently so they have to stull be spending a lot of time together.

idk about you but if i only had one friend for most of my life and i shut everyone else out or was too anxious to get close with other people id probably fall in love with them . thats just me tho .

the hug ( WITH cheeks touching and basically squished together) at the end of the inarizaki game where everyone else is in a pile except for them, and yamaguchi pounces on tsukki. this is even more meaningful when knowing that tsukkis not big on touch.

after every big game yamaguchi runs over to tackle tsukishima

akiteru litterally doesn't believe that "kei has other friends besides tadashi" like bruh.

tsukishima has shown to be very anti-touch-- like wincing away from kuroo, refusing to shake hinatas hand, etc, BUT purposely touches yamaguchi multiple times ex) they high five MULTIPLE times, hes touching his hand when passing yamaguchi the number thingy when he's going to serve (when he holds the top for everyone else) etc.

both of their final apperances in the series is them laughing together

yamaguchi gets jealous when other people call him tsukki

MATCHING BAGSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! THAT WHOLE SCENE IN GENERAL IN THE STORE WHERE WE GET A GLIMPSE OF HOW THEY INTERACT OUTSIDE OF VOLLEYBALL WHEN THEY ARE ALONE AND THEY ARE TEASING AND TSUKKIS SOFT SMILE IS SOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!! like thats how you interact with a person you like or you are dating i mean cmon. watch the scene again and you will see.

yamaguchi used to call him kei-kun and its implied he goes over to his house a lot if he's so close with tsukkis family and is on given name basis with akiteru

they both see eachother as being better than themselves (ex. yamaguchi EVERY single chapter and tsukkis 'hes a man who walks ahead of me')

their whole symbolism with 'cool' and 'lame' how they think of themselves as lame but call the other one cool but hate when the other calls themselves lame and they both are always caught off guard or annoyed when they are called cool because it means that much to them

post timeskip yamaguchi says he wants to go to all of tsukkis games!!!! (cmon. not even close friends commit to that.)

yamaguchis company litterally sponsors the sendai frogs

tsukishima asks other people to stop calling him tsukki but he doesn't care when yamaguchi does it

tsukishima encourages him and actively makes yamaguchi more confident like the 'of course he made the serve hes been practicing more than all of you' and the 'i never thought i could do this by myself' (and it works! yamaguchi is eventually captain!)

the page long flashback parallel right after the serve and block where it goes from little yamaguchi following tsukki from afar, to teen yamaguchi being right behind him, to teammates standing side by side, to tsukki falling behind him. i mean cmon.

yamaguchi blushing while looking at tsukki. open your eyes people.

i dont even know what else i need to put here. i could go on and on about how they sit next to eachother on the bus, or the comments their voice actors have said about them or how relaxed yamaguchi looks around tsukki or how tsukki respects/trusts him more than anyone else up to the point where its more than his own brother but i dont NEED TO. BECAUSE EVEN WITHOUT ALL OF THIS THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO HAND IN HAND AND THEY ARE VERY RARELY SEEN APART FROM EACHOTHER THAT ITS SO HARD TO DENY THEIR CODEPENDENCY.

you could say they are best friends, sure. but i think it speaks wonders that when the fake interview saying they were supposed to be cannon was going around, nobody doubted it because there is so much evidence that it could happen. why not best friends AND soulmates? shouldn't your soulmate also be your best friend? checkmate.

okay yeah that was my little ramble you are welcome! (sorry im passionate)

I like most hq ships but the ones I consider 'most canon' would be kghn, bokuaka and asanoya (maybe even in that order). So like I was wondering what do yall consider to be more 'canon' ships, like there's arguments you could make based on the text for why they'd have to be romantic?

[metanarrates]

it's always funny when you see stuff that is so obviously preemptively written to ward off Posting. the most overt manifestation is marvelesque lampshading of cliches ("hey isn't it stupid that we were saved at the last minute?") but there's other types of it. there's writing that addresses criticism in-text (Marvel Lady #24 owning a hater who says that Marvel Lady #24 is antifeminist) or fan responses like shipping (that one plotline in bbc sherlock that shows moriarty/sherlock shippers as weirdos nobody likes) or even stuff like worrying the reader won't understand the characters (EVERY instance of characters using therapyspeak in a story.)

to the insecure artist, the shadow of the Poster looms large over them. they can never mentally escape the fear that someone, somewhere, may be making memes about how their art sucks. and you know what? that's just beautiful

[felassan]

What kind of spirit do you think Felassan waz?

Swag

[pepper-m00n]

y'all've gone and put the horse back in the hospital

[beastsovrevelation]

[messiahzzz]

friendly reminder that creators within fandom (whether it be gifs, edits, meta, fanfiction or fanart) choose to take time out of their day to provide you with new content for free.

it’s easy to take it for granted since it only requires a few seconds/minutes to scroll through your dash, but it’s important to remember that behind that there are often hours, if not even days, of work and dedication.

[konigofmyheart]

christmas prep with könig

gn!reader, fluff with one innuendo/suggestive comment

zimtsterne: little cinnamon star cookies ⭐️

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setting up for christmas with könig is truly a special experience. it’s always been one of the nicer memories from his childhood. it wasn’t anything grand, but his mother always made sure they had a little magic, be it in the form of a little wooden toy, slightly burnt cookies, or little snowmen that left könig with stinging hands from the freezing snow. that magic is something he’s always held on to, and of course he’d want to share it with you, too.

it starts early. before you even wake up, he’s already made his homemade hot chocolate, and his zimtsterne are freshly out of the oven, cooling on a rack on the counter, and he’s hauled all 13 christmas storage boxes out to the living room. you pad into the kitchen, drowsily and halfheartedly complaining that he started without you. it’s hard to be even pretend annoyed, though, when his eyes are sparkling with excitement like that. plus, “that’s the boring part, liebling, i only want you to have fun!” he insists as he places a loaded mug of hot chocolate (a giant dollop of cream with cinnamon dusting the top floating in your mug) and warm zimtsterne stacked on your favorite holiday plate. he’s easily infecting you with twice the christmas spirit, the way he eagerly goes on and on about all there is to do today: picking up the tree, dressing it up, then decorating the entire house top to bottom so everything sparkles and glows.

the moment you finish your breakfast he’s at the door, almost wiggling like a dog eager for a walk. after you pass inspection (i.e. his excessive bundling where he layers your coat, then gently slides your gloves onto your hands, then wraps your neck and half of your face with your scarf, and thennn fixes your hat onto your head to keep you warm for the arduous five second walk to the car), you’re on your way to the christmas tree farm. you two sing along to christmas classics on the drive, obviously dedicating “all i want for christmas is you” to each other. as you walk up to the lot of trees, you’re still smiling at the way könig always attempts the high note just for your amusement, and he gives your gloved hand a squeeze, hoping you forget his creaky high note as quick as possible.

he swears he doesn’t like the way the old lady who owns the lot gushes over him, saying how “such a big boy must be so helpful, so good to you”. his ears flushing pink tell a different story though, even more so when you agree with the lady before the two of you walk over to the rows of trees, and there’s only a handful that are taller than him. she playfully shouts out a “gosh, if only i was 40 years younger and 10 times luckier… ” and practically cackles at the way he pretends not to hear, stepping behind some trees (that definitely don’t obscure him) as he flushes even further. he’d have convinced you he didn’t like the compliments, were it not for the way he makes even more of a show than usual of loading your tree (the biggest on the lot, naturally) on top of his giant suv. he’s practically puffed up with pride as he helps you into the car, earning even more hoots of praise from the tree lady (“they don’t make them like that anymore! you hold on tight to him now, ya hear?”) and some giggles from you.

now in your driveway, you go in first so as to guide the tip of the tree through the door, with könig doing the heavy lifting. all’s well until the tree gets a bit more than halfway in, the branches so full that they catch on the doorframe, even with it being wrapped up with netting! your worried “hm, I don’t think it’s gonna fit, baby” gets instantly answered with a determined “it’ll fit, schatzi. i’ll make it fit” from könig. now, of course you’re a grown adult and not some immature 14 year old, but come on, you’re only human! you look at each other over the stuck tree, your eyebrows raised meaningfully and a dumb smile tugging at your lips. he really can’t stop himself from flushing yet again, huffing a “don’t say it” as he rams the tree through the doorway, thiiis close to toppling over onto the tree with his momentum. only his quick reflexes saved your tree from becoming a pancake.

this isn’t your first christmas together; you have the process down to a perfect rhythm. you get a head start while he reheats his chocolate, bringing your mugs over to the coffee table to serve as your tree decorating fuel. together you make quick work of the ornaments, tinsel and lights (he handles the upper level while you access the bottom level far better than he could). step ladders become irrelevant as long as he’s around. like always, your favorite ornament and his are right next to each other, front and center. “my star placing the star” he lovingly murmurs against your ear before picking you up so you can place the star at the very tip top of your tree. you laugh at his cheesy line, his fingers totally accidentally tickling your sides as he turns you around against him, his eyes crinkling in that special way reserved just for you. he swallows your giggles with a reverent kiss, and though you’re both covered in pine needles, tinsel scraps, and glitter, your mouths taste of chocolate and warmth and love. <3

[natalievoncatte]

Spoilers for Arcane Season 2. Ending Spoilers.

The tables had turned, and now Vi was the one waiting. She was so tired, so utterly absolutely tired of being the one to helplessly watch. As she waited she flexed her fingers and tugged at her wraps, sometimes rolled her shoulder as if, suddenly, there was something she could do with all her strength. Her knuckles were still sore from punching the wall in Jinx’s cell.

It had all happened so fast. How long had it been? The sun had set, but she’d lost track of time. She wasn’t leaving this room, no matter what.

Part of her had almost run. When she lurched down from the hexgate, limping and dragging one depowered gauntlet with the other, spotting Caitlyn alive had made her heart sing, a bright spot that kept the hollow in her chest from collapsing in on itself and pulling her on with it. She had someone. She had a reason.

Cait saw her, took two steps, and collapsed in a heap, bleeding profusely from her left eye, her uniform soaked in blood from a gash on her flank.

Vi didn’t think she had it in her to run that fast. She’d ignored her own injuries. Nothing mattered but keeping Cait safe. Picking her up and carrying her left Vi herself covered in blood. There was so much, but somehow Cait was still breathing.

She lay in her own bed, chest softly rising and falling. She looked like she was merely asleep, unbothered even though the left side of her face was a mass of bandages and there was a bottle of fluids feeding into her arm.

Vi felt the silent presence in the room and glanced towards the door.

Tobias.

The last thing she remembered him saying in her presence was “what is she still doing here?”

He hadn’t said a word to her, even though she stood by for hours while he and the other doctors had worked on Caitlyn. Barely even looked at her. He wasn’t even the one who handed her a cloth mask to wear over her face and he said nothing to her of Cait’s condition or her prognosis.

It was the same when he came to stand by the bed. An awkward pall fell over the palatial bedroom and Vi couldn’t look at him. The man has already lost his wife and his daughter lay maimed in her bed and might not wake up. What was there to say?

He shuffled awkwardly and Vi noticed he was carrying something. He put the bundle on the bed.

“Clean yourself up. You’re filthy.”

Vi blinked. She’d discarded the jacket of her uniform, but the blood had soaked through to her undershirt, and she was battered and bloodied herself. She’d almost broken her arm and her right shoulder was screaming. Her clothes were crusted with dirt and other people’s blood.

He was not wrong.

“I brought you these, they’re mine. I don’t think anything of Caitlyn’s will fit you.”

Vi muttered a soft, confused “thank you” and took the bundle of clothes, briefly wondering where she should go, before she remembered that Cait had her own bathroom.

As Vi walked inside, she felt a cold rush on her skin. She still couldn’t comprehend that she was allowed here, among all this marble and brass. Cait’s bathroom was big enough to live in. The shower alone was as big as the hovel she’d been living in between bouts and binges.

As she began to undress she realized how tired she was. Every movement was stiff. As she peeled herself out of the uniform she unwrapped bruise after bruise, bloodstain after bloodstain, a road map of agony from head to toe.

The water was a revelation, almost unbearably hot. Old blood and grime sluiced between her toes as the water scorched her back and soaked her hair, the remaining dye sluicing in dark tendrils down her skin.

I don’t deserve this, she thought. I failed everyone. Vander is gone. Jinx is gone. I thought I could be free if I could let Jinx go, but am I free or just empty.

It should have been her.

Even Caitlyn’s towels were luxurious. She’d never felt anything so soft in her life. The heat had loosened her up a little but she still felt creaky and her joints ached. She picked up the shirt Tobias had brought her; she thought it was meant to sleep in. The fabric was even softer, and it felt alien on her skin. It hung too low thanks to Tobias’ height, but it was big enough for her save where her arms and shoulders strained the fabric.

Once she was dressed, Vi returned to the bedroom. She hoped desperately to step out and see Cait sitting up and talking but she was still just lying there, steady but shallow breaths and all, Tobias seated on the edge of the bed and fussing over her.

Vi took the same chair and sighed softly, feeling not much better, just cleaner.

“Let me look at you.”

His voice startled her so much that she simply meekly complied and let him examine the florid bruises on her hand where her knuckles had crashed into the cell wall, even when he gently cupped her chin and turned her head this way and that, staring individually into each eye.

“I know you must hate me.”

His hand fell away. He would no longer look at her. He stood up and turned around, peering through a gap in the curtains.

“I did at first. At first I was so angry. Her whole life, Caitlyn has been obsessed with these notions of justice and progress, with making the Enforcers honorable and just and helping the Undercity, making amends and rebuilding. She’s always had such a kind heart. Then this happened. The Undercity killed my wife, and to me you were the Undercity. Not to mention that every single time you bring her home she’s hurt, and worse than the last time.”

A cold ball clenched in Vi’s gut. He was right. How many more times could this happen before Vi was bringing him back a body and not his daughter?

She was the jinx, wasn’t she?

Tobias’ shoulders hitched and Vi realized he was crying softly.

“I lost one of the two people I live for in an instant… and then began watching the other slip away, piece by piece. Caitlyn became harsh and cold while you were gone. She barely spoke to me, instead spending all her time with that Noxian bitch and her pet whispering poison into her ear. I thought I’d lost her.”

He turned. “Then she brought you in her half dead and begged me to save you and she was just my little girl again, just for a moment.”

Vi’s head snapped up and their gazes briefly met before he broke away.

“Is she going to be okay?” Vi asked softly.

“Okay?” said Tobias. “Okay? I had to remove her eye, Violet. She’s lucky the dagger didn’t pierce her gut or she’d die of sepsis. Now you ask me if-“

He froze, giving Vi a shocked look before his face fell.

“I don’t know what things will ever be between the two of us, but we have her in common, I can see that. Yes, I think she will. My daughter is stronger than you think.”

“I know.”

He turned to leave, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll return in an hour to look in on her. I know what you’re thinking. It’s safe.”

After he left, Vi had to ponder what he meant by that, then it struck her.

Carefully, Vi climbed on the bed, settling beside Cait, nervously settling her weight into the impossibly soft mattress. The bed was so enormous that she had plenty of room.

All she wanted was for Cait to wake up, to hold her again. She had to settle for reaching across the bed and curling her aching fingers around Cait’s limp hand.

She was so tired. Fatigue pressed down on her like a weight and sank her into the bed. Before long, her eyelids grew heavy and she began drifting off despite wrestling to stay awake.

She woke in full dark, the lights doused. Someone had thrown a blanket on her and the bottle of drugs hanging beside Caitlyn had been replaced. Vi sighed, starting to pull her hand free of Cait’s.

She found she couldn’t. Cait’s grip was alarmingly strong weak but her fingers had curled around Vi’s palm and held fast. Her good eye was open, glittering brilliant blue in the dark.

“Violet?” Cait murmured, her voice small and parched.

“That’s my name,” said Vi. Her voice was thick and she choked up a little. “I’m here, Caitlyn.”

“Good,” Cait sighed. “If you’d died I’d kill you.”

Vi snorted.

“I didn’t say this before. I was afraid of what might happen if I did,” Cait rasped. “I love you.”

She squeezed Vi’s palm, not very hard but enough.

“You’re in love with an angry oil slick?”

“My angry oil slick.”

They were quiet for a moment. Cait turned and looked at the ceiling.

“I would understand if… if you feel differently after everything I did to you. I’m sorry, Vi. I’m sorry I hit you, I’m sorry I did those awful things.”

“Cait.”

“I was so angry, I couldn’t-“

“Cait,” Vi insisted. “I love you, too.”

Cait closes her eyes -eye- and smiled softly.

“So you’re in love with an unhinged mongoose?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

Cait laced her fingers through Vi’s and squeezed, hard.

“No. I am not letting go.”

[jezhtica]

Nothing was the same after that 11th anniversary illustration dropped...

[pepper-m00n]

preforming in a di final round is like an experience in how hard can i cry today

spectating a di final round is like an experience in how hard can i cry today