#my brain is melting. anyway

[prettyinpunk]

have some miscellaneous self indulgent muse portraits???

[katabay]

WOW this has been ROUGH in the Life Events category of things, but. slowly crawling out of that. hopefully

this was the opening scene for a something I started writing after watching the Manben inverview with Nishi Keiko and thinking back to all the classic shoujo manga I stayed up reading back in the day, like damn that's so true Urasawa Naoki

it's partially a love letter to all the greats of the genre that I read, and also to the late night teleseryses that captivated me over the years lmao. it'd be nice to find the time to tackle it properly as a comic, but I'm having fun working on it recreationally :)

✨but since it's recreational, some character info✨

the first character seen is lawrence 'law' valenciano (late 30s), the one with the glasses is cris volante (mid-later 20s). law works at a karinderya, cris is an extremely broke university student.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / insta / tip jar!

[keepthetension]

it's been days since wandee goodday episode 05 but i keep thinking about how this guy?

ended up finding someone who cares in the same way

[jadewritesficshere]

Steddie x female!reader thought 18+ only

Eddie blinks his eyes a couple of times to make sure he is actually seeing what he is seeing. He must be living in a nightmare.

You're laying back on one of the pool loungers. One leg dangling over the edge keeping your foot on the warm cement ground, the other spread over Steve's lap as he absently rubs his hand up and down it while he bitches to you about something from work. Your hand rubs up and down Steve's back in comfort. But that isn't the nightmare.

Your bright red bikini bottoms covering enough, but with your legs spread a bit more skin is shown then intended. Spread in such a way that makes Eddie want to just dive in. Get on his knees and worship you, rub his face over your mound as he licks and nips and sucks. Moan as the curly thatch of hair brushes against his face.

Except the curls of hair he is expecting to see peeking around your bikini are gone. Just smooth bare skin. And that isn't the only nightmare. Steve's chest is smooth like when he was in school on the swim team. Not a speck of that beautiful chest hair Eddie would curl into after getting hot and heavy. Not a single curl of the "love rug" he jokingly called it.

Eddie wants to weep. To throw himself down like a little kid and thrash his arms and legs around. Yeah, it's your body and you can do what you want, but he still is sad its gone. Eddie doesn't like change, and suddenly walking in to see both of his partners change something without any warning? Uncomfortable. It makes Eddie feel itchy.

Eddie can barely speak as he walks over and sits next to Steve. He doesn't respond to Steve's warm greeting. Doesn't respond to you asking how the day is. Just stares with big wet eyes at the sight in front of him. A pout on his lips.

A warm hand lands on his shoulder, gently squeezing. Steve's brow furrowed in concern, your wide eyes blinking at him.

"Shaved?" Eddie asks in a quiet voice, eyes darting to Steve's chest and then your clothed pussy. Steve lets out a huff of laughter, "Fuck, thought something was wrong man." Eddie glares," It is."

[mosaickiwi]

After reading your Ren/Angel writings (love them all ❤️)an idea poped up. Mc doesn't like the taste of artifical cherries so they avoid eating any cherry flavored candies. Ren knows this. But somehow Mc notices Ren seems to secretly love cherry candies so Angel surprises them with a variety of cherry candies 🍬

💝 Wondering how they find out hmm. Cherry scented cologne hidden in the bathroom? Ren taking 0.25 seconds longer than usual to pick a little treat in line at the grocery store? Detective Angel is on the case...!

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Very Cherry

The rustling of plastic bags was unmistakable as you opened all the things you'd bought, but [REDACTED] dutifully kept his eyes closed. You accidentally knocked one bag over and sent a few lollipops careening off the table with a loud clatter. A few fell into his lap. He pretended not to notice.

“Y’really don't want any he—”

“No!!��� you quickly interrupted him, already picking the candies up. “It's a surprise.”

Finally, after discarding a few damaged goods, the bowl you'd set before him was full. All sorts of colorful sweets were piled together. Gummies, chocolates, hard candies and more, each with a cherry flavor to them that you were certain he’d love.

You made a face at the pile, but thankfully none of it was for you to snack on. “You can open your eyes,” you said, but changed your mind immediately. “Wait! Wait—” You ran around to sit opposite of them at the table. Seeing his reaction was all you could think of for the past few weeks. “Okay, now open them.”

Their eyes opened, neither shocked nor surprised, but excited nonetheless. “‘Was wonderin’ what y’were buying all this candy y’don’t even like for. Seemed like too much for the kids at the library.”

“Hey!” You didn't expect him to admit to stalking your internet history. “I thought you'd learn to stop snooping by now. Act surprised, or else.”

They grinned before doing their best soft and shy Haruko impression—a mockery of an act they'd long since dropped. “O-Oh, a gift? You're so sweet, Angel!! I can't believe you bought these for me. I promise I'll treasure it!”

You rolled your eyes, but answered with sincerity, “You're worth every cent. I like seeing you happy, Ren. And I like making you happy.”

“Shit…” [REDACTED] muttered and rubbed at his jaw, almost at a loss for words. “I... Thank you. Really.”

In spite of the genuine blush forming on the hacker’s cheeks, you could tell he had mixed feelings. Of course they'd be grateful for anything you gifted him. But if it was something that you were open about hating, the item in question would be avoided altogether. Regardless of his own feelings on the matter. It was a strange tendency they couldn’t really let go of just yet. 

Encouragement, and a little pleading, would do the trick, though. 

“I worked really hard to find all of these. And I was looking forward to seeing your face when you finally had some,” you said, practically pouting at them, your chin resting in the palms of your hands. “Just a bite?” 

Both the statements were true. Since you couldn't stand the flavor you thoroughly scoured all the online reviews before enlisting the pickiest of your friends to taste test, then repeated it all to find candies that suited him. Enough to get a wide variety. So the results from all that effort were very important to you.

Incapable of ever refusing the smallest request, your partner grabbed a wrapped candy at random from the bowl. It was a half moon shape, and a bright shade of red with a white line along the round edge. Kiara had suggested that one—but only after telling her all the expensive candies she sent would use up a huge chunk of your budget. 

You chose to keep that information to yourself as he carefully unwrapped the gummy candy. Any mention of another person would no doubt sour his mood.

[REDACTED] held the candy up to their lips, and instead of eating it whole, they took the tiniest nibble you'd ever seen. Still, his face lit up at the first sample. He took another tiny bite, then another and another. As if he couldn’t decide between savoring or devouring it completely.

“Do you like it?” You leaned forward on the table, relishing in his reaction. 

He swallowed to answer you right away, putting the candy—with not even half of it missing—back in its paper. “Yeah. ‘Like it a lot, actually.” 

The bowl’s many candies crinkled as you fished through it to pull more of the same type out. “They have a sour version, too. I'm sure you'll like that one even better,” you said. In the small pile of half moons you made, there were a few speckled with white sugar. He took another. “I'll order some more so you don't have to eat them like… that.” 

“‘M not trying t’save ‘em,” he mumbled, though the delicate way he unwrapped a sour gummy and started nibbling again like a hamster said otherwise. It was a fascinating sight, if not completely silly for the man decked head to toe in black clothes, intimidating accessories, and silver piercings. You had to keep yourself from giggling and he insisted again. “Really, Angel. I jus’ wanna be able to thank you properly when I’m done.”

You smiled at their consideration. All too easily, you could imagine your face scrunching up at the cherry taste sure to linger on your boyfriend's tongue if he kept indulging. “I'd still kiss you even if you taste awful,” you teased.

As if to test your confidence, he popped the candy into his mouth and watched you pointedly. They took their sweet time to chew it, giving you time to reconsider the idea while he fiddled with a lollipop from the bowl.

Your nose wrinkled as the faint cherry smell finally wafted over, the fruity scent stronger than you anticipated. “... Maybe only on the cheek, though.”

He noisily stood from his chair, and you knew right away he was leaving to brush his teeth.

[teddybeartoji]

toji is so dad sometimes it's so hot

[lepusrufus]

I did say there's actual plot to this AU beside shadowzel bickering didn't I

[queermomo]

Haha I hope everyone is doing well it was nice knowing you all I'll just go and combust into flames no worries!

[jadecantcreate]

Kremy Lecroux and Gideon Coal had forgotten they were a simple flinch, a passing breeze, a slippery hand, or a drop of rain, away from ruin, and that ignorance was the beginning of their downfall. Hubris and rage, greed and wrath…no matter its origin, sin leads to sin, and sinners attract other sinners. Whether due to chance or fate, two paths cross and intertwine, never to split again.

my take on how gideon and kremy first met & what led up to it! beta read by my beloved mutual @szaryherbatnik

its 6.2k words so a pretty short (but hopefully enjoyable) read, id really appreciate it if you checked it out! <3

[nanoa1foryou]

I think it's interesting how Hannibal utilizes the audience preconceptions of the show.

Quite obviously, the target audience knows who Hannibal Lecter is and what that means for the show. So they never hide this fact and they even play to it. But it's how they play to it that really makes the how interesting to me.

Because at every turn, you are so aware of who he is and what he's doing, that as more clues and hints are dropped and more plot happens, you can't really stop yourself from trying to figure it out like the rest of the characters are.

And so, all those twists that come? They are real.

They're not something cheap. They are playing up Hannibal's reveal as what he is so much that it blinds even the viewer to his real actions during the show, no matter how blatantly they foreshadow them.

Like in real (spoiler warning) terms, the reveal that Hannibal had kept Abigail alive? Knowing it's going to happen, you see that obviously that was the only direction the show could be headed towards. But because you were so focused on Hannibal being the killer, what he is doing to Will, the game he is playing, you don't realize it until she's there. You don't see it because you know Hannibal is the killer.

It also shows in the first scene of season two. They open on Jack trying to kill Hannibal. You know from that point onwards, that Jack will find out the truth, in one form or another. And so now, with Will's every attempt to convince everyone of his innocence, you're waiting for it to click to Jack. And so you miss just how far Will ends up falling, how deep Hannibal gets to him. Because you're focusing on the plotline you know is going to take place, you miss the one that is equally as much developing, if not more so.

[zrllosyn-art]

Character introspection doodles that turned. uh. angsty

[katboykirby]

So many "Lucifer but he's a peacock" and "Mammon but he's a crow" posts and yes I love the idea of our boys having the physical forms of their actual animals it is very cute and silly HOWEVER-

Today, I come to offer you: "Satan but he's a super creepy FUCKED UP unicorn"

Make that fucker the size of a Shetland pony. I'm talking like 60cm tall, like mad small, I'm talking small as hell. Make him look like a gross amalgamation of a pony, a demonic-ass goat, and a fucked up deer with zombie wasting disease. Give him a skull face and exposed ribs where the flesh is rotting from his bones. Make his coat pitch black and wreathe his hooves with neon green flames. Give him the razor-sharp fangs of a carnivore and a horn that looks like a rusted knife blade bursting out of his head. Let him leave a trail of death and decay in his wake, like every footstep leaves behind burning green cinders and toxic smoke and ash. Make him deadly to even look upon, like existing in close proximity to him for too long would make your insides melt and liquify, make your body burn and corrode into a noxious sludge.

Like have you ever seen those fucked up zombie deer with prion disease? Make him look like that. Make him creepy as fuck. It's what he deserves.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

me stubbornly forcing myself to drink green tea and rest from my THIRD COLD THIS MONTH

[fleething]

Another thing i absolutely adore about good omens is how high the stakes are. How much danger the arrangement puts them into, how risky it is, for Crowley to be in possession of holy water. How he could be destroyed, just for having entertained the thought of helping an angel. And still. It all seems to be secondary to them, bc the only thing which matters is each other and the way they keep on “accidentally” running into each other.

The arrangements could get them banished, shunned or destroyed? It’s no matter, as long as they can keep meeting in odd places to discuss who will take on the next mission.

Crowley runs the risk of being seen as a traitor? It’s such a small thing, in comparison to how the angel’s eyes shine at the mere mention of crepes.

Crowley asks for holy water, for the power to destroy what Aziraphale holds most dearly? Out of the question, except. Except that it pulls them appart, it makes them say dark, dishonest things. So Aziraphale complies, bc he can’t bear not to. He can’t stand the though of Crowley doing this without him. So he gives in.

It’s all a matter of life and death. Complete and utter annihilation. God’s wrath and the end of all things. And still. All they care about, all which seems to matter, is the way they care for each other. What a wonderful love story you wrote, mr pratchett and mr gaiman.

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

( darling, close your weary eyes everything will be fine )

chara : kim dokja fandom : omniscient reader's viewpoint quote cr : sophism - the lullaby

kim dokja does not know of love, childhood buried & forgotten ; it roots itself in the crevices of the soul, spreads, aches, festers until it is known in violent recollection. he tears it out, rips and rips and rips until it is gone -- but it will always come back at the end of the line, remaining, reawakening in a painful cycle of memories meant to be left behind for the sake of one's protection.

kim dokja does not know of love, regards it as a cold stranger he does not wish to grant belonging to. he has only known dread his entire life, known a surrendered defeat that seeks companionship with grief. how their fingers intertwine, dearest to each other, and follow him throughout the ages, endlessly mocking him through all struggle and misfortune undeserved.

this is all he knows.

this is all he knows, this lackluster life and doom that he has faced over and over again. because he has never been meant for greatness, never meant for anything worth sharing. there is no story of higher beings in sight for him; he has always been a reader, a wallflower at most : no place to belong from sea to shore, seeking harbor in the most meaningless of places.

so he does not understand what this is -- the oblivion that blooms from the heart, the feeling that spreads through his body with every beat in the presence of you. he dares seek knowledge on it, find some way to justify these foreign feelings, but there is nothing to tell him what it means-- what you mean, and perhaps this fear is one that cannot be nullified.

he dreams a restless dream, void and beyond, unknown and unidentifiable. it does not frighten him, not really, because there is too much to survive these days and it is useless to acknowledge the primal instinct of trepidation. but there is a strange warmth that washes over him, brings him to the surface carefully, cautiously, waiting -- so he opens his eyes, breaks free from the quiet nightmare, and sees you.

your fingers weave through his hair, gentle, visage twisted in slight concern. you freeze instinctively when your gazes meet, a troubled smile gracing your lips.

"sorry." the words are soft spoken as you pull your hand away, and suddenly he misses the feeling of you. "you looked like you were having a nightmare."

if there was not panic on his expression then, he is most certain there is now. he coughs awkwardly once or twice, tries to sit up, but you place your hand on his chest, almost laugh at the little resistance he bears as he lies back down.

"you've barely slept, dokja. you need to rest." you glance at him, fond of the pink that dusts his cheeks. "if you have another nightmare, i'll be here when you wake."

he doesn't fight the feeling, allows himself to realize the fatigue that seeps into his bones, weighs heavy on his being. he offers a quiet word of thanks, knows there is safety to be found in you.

what an odd realization that is. he has never felt safe before, not with anyone. but why is it that your mere existence brings ease to the soul, the weight of all that you are so terribly light on the strings of the heart?

he doesn't question it. he doesn't like to, thinks it's better to not dwell on such things.

so he closes his eyes, the faintest curl of the lips blossoming when he feels your familiar touch once more. how holy and tender it is, this strangeness that resides in his chest. you absentmindedly fix stray hairs, your fingers trailing down his face, touch a ghost of what could be. how wonderfully does his smile grow in this moment, and you hope to carry this memory for when the days grow long and difficult.

"goodnight, lovely dokja."

( there is an aching somewhere in the path of two shared hearts, a wanting, & perhaps in the future, you will seek happiness together. )

[phthalok]

I don't know how anyone can listen to No Children by The Mountain Goats and not have it change the trajectory of their life tbh