#monsoon things

[greyworld10]

When you want to start playing tennis but the monsoon is upon us :(

[shouyuus]

but popstar!reader x vi where she leaves the biggest, darkest hickey on the side of your neck the night before a big concert, and she's convinced that you'd be trying to cover it up, but when you get on stage in your usual outfit, the neckline is popped and pulled down over your shoulders so everyone can see the bright pink lipstick mark painted on your neck.

you make a bit of it, winking at the camera, tapping it with a finger before pressing the same finger to your lips like shhh as if it's a secret btwn you and the audience. everyone goes wild for it and immediately, there's speculation of what it might mean, if it means you're actually with someone or if it's just another marketing tactic to generate buzz.

when vi comes home later that day, she finds a tube of bright pink lipsick on her side of the bed, with a note that's just a giant heart around a lipstick mark that's very clearly yours.

[frostinepac3]

LETTH GO GAMBLING

[duckshuffled]

⚠️ severe weather! ⚠️

bonus worth 100 dollar

[mimilllion]

me and mr revvington

[pyrory]

my beautiful wife who smells like hot dog water

[strawglicks]

weather gal

[sinningvin]

Hi everyone! I want to show you something I made that I am very proud of. To celebrate my 100th drawing of Misty Monsoon, I made a cd mixtape! All of the art, graphics, and writing is by me. It has a lot of songs that remind me of her, and also some tooth rotting selfshipping fluff. You could say it’s cheesy but I’m really proud of my work.

[misssclumsy]

Bhai Mera ghar, ghar kam dhobi ghat jyada lag raha hai T-T

[theinsomniacindian]

ⓘ This user loves the sound of falling rain

[fried-trash]

two toontown art posts in one day? wow! say hi to the override buddies!

[starleska]

another look at Jinkx Monsoon's mystery musical villain!!! 👀🎶

[shouyuus]

─── Ⅵ DANCING IN THE DARK with vi, who's never really done this sober (really, like... she doesn't usually dance unless she's smashingly drunk) but she trusts you enough to let you lead her into it, a bit shy at first, the music sweet and slow, the city outside a shatter of broken stars, the skyline a forest of jagged towers, their glistening glass facades betraying every kind of weakness, every kind of fragility.

"relax," you say, your voice sweetened by the honey of laughter, the threads of it shaking down vi's shoulders as you smooth your fingers over her skin, "you don't have to be so tense -- it's just me."

"yeah well --" she chuckles, taking a deep breath as she tries to let go of the stiffness lining her muscles, "easier said than done. i don't wanna look like an idiot in front of a professional dancer."

you roll your eyes, your fingers toying in the baby hairs at the back of her neck.

"you've looked like an idiot plenty of times before --"

"alright, that's it --"

"i'm joking!"

you knit your fingers through her's one by one, pull her back with that pleading look in your eyes, the one she knows she can never say no to. she teeters on a held breath, caught between this and the insecurities that had always eaten at her. she breathes out; you smile; the world slows and slows till the moment is cupped in it's gentle palms.

"... fine."

she lets herself be tugged back into the orbit of you, the undeniable gravity -- it's not the first time she's thought herself a satellite, pulled into your spin, the way light seems to gather around you, and all the flowers seem to turn their heads (vi wonders if it isn't just her projecting; it probably is), but it's not like she can fight it, not like the sea's ever asked to be tugged along by the tethers of the moon, nor the moon to dance round the earth and the sun, ever out of reach but so tantalizingly close.

and yet -- and yet.

you settle one of her palms on your hips, hum beneath your breath, place her other hand over your heartbeat.

"here -- just like that." you say, swaying from side to side, her body swaying with you.

like this, she can count the steady thrum of your heart, feel the way it gathers as she leans in close, smiling to herself because it feels good to still have that kind of effect on you; and you're never shy about it, never one to hide when she makes your breath skid short or your lashes flutter closed.

she feels your thumb trace the line of her jaw, another shiver collecting at the base of her throat. she bites her lips, closes her eyes, wraps you in her arms. warmth gathers in her chest, prickling out till she can feel it in her toes and fingertips.

"see? not so hard, right?" you ask, your voice the shadow of a whisper against her cheek.

it's only then that she realizes your cheek is pressed to her shoulder, your bodies melded, curve for curve, edge by edge, her arms locked around your waist, your hands running soothing lines up and down her back. you spin in slow circles in the gathering dark, the neon-night outside casting faint shadows along the floor, the soft edges of your shapes painted in pinks and greens and shocking blues.

"hm, only with you," vi murmurs, letting her lips skim your neck, your shoulders, burying her face against your skin.

"yeah, i'd be pretty pissed if you did this with anyone else."

vi laughs, the sound rumbling through her chest to yours, making you giggle in return. she barely pulls back, just far enough to rest her forehead to yours, her eyes the color of a light-kissed sky.

"i... didn't even think i could do this with you."

you offer her a smile like a heart on a sleeve.

"well... i'm glad you did, anyway."

"yeah... you seem to be good at that."

"at what?"

"making me believe i can do the impossible... and then actually getting me to do it."

you run a thumb along the tattoo on her cheek, the tiny letters inked into her skin. just a few lines, and the weight of the world.

"it's because... impossible doesn't exist with you," you say, letting your eyes flicker over the delicate lines of her face, her features the stuff of a screen-director's dreams -- big eyes, long lashes, a perfect mouth. skin that tints pink at the lightest provocation, freckles scattered across her nose bridge like a handful of misplaced stars.

you kiss her, because there's nothing else to do in the moment but to kiss her. and for a while, vi let's herself be kissed. it was strange, in the beginning, to let herself be loved like this. like learning to ride a hoverboard, tentative and adrenaline-filled, the knots in her stomach twisting tight, and then tighter.

like falling, and then learning that the air might hold her up, if only she knew how to let it.

like flying, once she knew the extent of what the air might let her do.

you gasp as her lips track down your jaw to your neck, your fingers now fisted in her hair.

the song ends and the silence gathers around you like smoke. when vi pulls away, her eyes are dark.

"c'mon princess, that's enough dancing for one night, hm?" her voice comes out rough, the silk and gravel of a blue's singer's hymn, the texture of it chasing sparks down the length of your spine.

"mm, or maybe..." you smile wide as you spin her around, laughing as she yelps and almost loses balance, the pair of you toppling onto the couch, you sitting astride her hips, your palms propped on her startled, heaving chest.

"there's just another kind of dancing you're more interested in right now."

vi's eyebrows shoot up, but a second later, she's pulling you down, a deep groan working up her throat as she ravishes you with a breath-stealing kiss. you break away panting, your lashes fluttering as she tugs up the hem of your dress, giving your hips a soft pat as her fingers trickle up your ribs, lifting the dress off you.

she doesn't hide her hunger as her eyes rake up the length of you, the dress dropping from her fingers as she shifts the pair of you further up the couch.

"yeah, y'know how that you mention it -- there actually is."

[ghostlysense]

Splatterscope from Splatoon 1!

i might or might not be working on my first ever cosplay 😳😳 either way i just fucking LOVE the original Splatterscope so i really wanted to make a (semi-)functional replica. took about 3 months of designing, 3D printing and assembling, and i'm super happy with the result <コ:彡

[crimsonmonsoon]

If you can’t tell I am entirely obsessed with this guy

[cabinet-toon]

I WANT YOU TO HURT WORSE THAN ME, WORSE THAN THE PAIN RUNNING THRU MY HANDS AND CHEST