#n im worse

[tamagotchikgs]

i hate my face it needs to be softer and i hate my body it needs to be sharper

[squidflavoredsoup]

PYRONICAAA

also a lazy billsona cuz i saw other ppls makin some

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[naoyoki]

☆pinned

i loved writing this + short requests (3) r open while i write for a multicharater piece :3

sea god!nanami who falls in love at first sight with a fresh water nymph. nanami was always a serious and stoic god compared to his counterparts. he was a man driven by his obligations, even if he had a disdain for overworking himself.

but that all subsided once he met you by the beach. sea god!nanami was surveying the coast near his temple where he saw a fresh body of water falling from a cliff and streaming down the sand to meet his salty domain. you lead wild horses to a small bank forming on this little river for them to quench their thirst.

but sea god!nanami was left to admire your beauty in his mind as he spooked you away with his presence. resting on his temple he couldn't help but reminisce the silky wet robes hugging your body as the sun began to set. your damp, braided hair moving along the wind and your gentle gaze towards the horses you were tending.

but what sea god!nanami could not flick off his mind was the terror in your eyes once your gaze fixed on him. dropping the water you were supplying to a little foal and running towards the waterfall, completely disappearing afterwards.

so sea god!nanami took it upon himself to change the first impression you had of him. every moment before sunset, he would walk up to the waterfall and leave shells and pearls for you to take. remaining there until the stars appeared or moon rose for you to know that it was him that brought these little trinkets.

and sea god!nanami was well aware of nymphs love for trinkets. so he knew he had partially won you over when one day a single polished red rock appeared where he'd placed his shells, sea glass or anything lost he found at high sea. he even snuck some of his temple offerings at the waterfall for you to have. and so on, he kept every rock and flower you placed for him to keep.

and every single visit was worth while because as sea god!nanami stepped out of the waves to offer you a starfish shaped hairpin from a nearby ship wreak, you were there. sitting at the usual rock nanami sat at and place trinkets by the waterfalls side, seemingly waiting.

"blond man!" nanami gasped a chuckle as he stepped closer. the cold fresh water telling him that this moment was real, "what were you doing in the ocean? you could've drowned!"

the god could no longer hold a straight face, his smile beamed and a deep but audible laugh sang along the crashing of water, "i am serious, did you give the god a prayer before going in and taking what's his? they say he's quite the-"

but you understood, the second he was mere steps near you, his divinity could not be unnoticed by this proximity, "m-my lord!"

you sunk to the ground, your knees dug deep and your head hung low, low enough for your nose to touch the rough sand, "forgive my impudence and recklessness...i-if i had known!"

sea god!nanami noticed the tremble in your voice, however, he was left quite puzzled, "you're a god too, you do not have to grovel for me."

"oh! how could i-," you jolted your head up, meeting his at your level. your liquid heart began to boil out, such a divine and handsome face! you were quick to distance yourself, "dear forgive me. i have been nothing but insolent! i thought you might have been one of his sons. but it was the lord himself!"

nanami stood, perplexed there was an idea of him like that, "come."

he extended his hand towards you, reluctantly, you agreed. now, you could see this god in all his essence. and his touch was as smooth as the rocks you brought him, and thinking about giving rocks to a literal god made your head recoil in self hatred.

but that thought was overshadowed by the gentle caress of sea god!nanami, who began to wipe off the residues of sand on your nose with his thumb. rushing to shelter your nose as he finishes he continues, "i thought of you when i picked this hairpin, do you want to know where i got it?"

his voice was neat as he lead you back with his arm around you to your special spot, "i would love to!"

signed by naoyoki

[teh-inggris]

aw seriously

[obsob]

a very needed redraw of my lovers print! now with better blanket and chunkier cats

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Wear Headphones :]

Transcript:

Mmh- I... Oh wow. Ahgh! Mmph! I'm gonna GET SILLY. ALL OVER.

Ah-ghg. *exhale* Fuh-fuck. Heh-heh... I got too silly.

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*coughs* this was actually going to be a comic but I Don't Have Time For All That. So if you want to see the incomprehensible version its below *coughs*

And heres v1 staring at fuckin nothin if you want it for some reason??

Since this is a lot of clips here is the audio source dumping ground (not in order)

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[eggwishing]

short & stout rose And awkward and gangly dave >>>> i think rose would move with a ferocity like she could accidwntally bump her elbow onto the corner of a table and the table would crumble . dave posture’d be so rigid that he’d fall like a tree and shatter like glass from a light breeze

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[clownsuu]

Your possessive/obsessive Wally reminds me of the song “Smoke and Mirrors” by Jayn! I think he’d gladly kill someone to have Howdy to himself

Don’t know much obsession/possessive songs, but I do think Mob!Wally would be “the red means I love you”-

as for normal Wally? I feel he’s a lil more “Stalkers Tango” or maybe even a “The tailor shop in Enbizaka” (though it’s a different culture and timeline all together JDHHDHDDHE- vibesl still there)

also Frank screams a lil bit of “my unhealthy obsession”-

cw more obsessive behavior, syringe

Ai adventures with yours truly: day 90- We are not gunna talk about the “uno reverse” arc, or the “tea shop” arc-

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[dabisbratz]

when nerd!eren takes you out on an official date for the first time he’s so nervous. considers combin his hair back (doesn’t stay in place anwyay), argues with himself over glasses vs contacts (opts for glasses, he knows you like em), sprays so much cologne he almost has an asthma attack . . . n when he’s finally got you there he’s missin all his cues, his voice cracks with every other word, n you’ve never seen him so flustered. bright red the whole date, hands clammy, tremblin like he’s been caught in a snow storm. but it’s so memorable— even when he walks off to the bathroom for a good twenty minutes, his awkward charm is jus so.. endearin.

[hinamie]

big fan of panels where they look like they wld beat me up

[grogumaximus]

Christian: Max as a person is just a really nice 25 year old young man. That is passionate about racing. Uncomfortable with the level of fame or notoriety that he has.

Now, just wants to do his job. Race the car hard. He's very very straightforward, very honest. And you know he loves spending time on his playstation if he's not in a race car.

And uh, outside of the car he is quite a gentle character.

Inside the car he's ruthless. I have never met a driver who is as driven as Max from the moment he steps into the car you know that you're going to get 110% and he will expect 110% back.

From the moment that car leaves the garage is interesting whenever we go to a racetrack, even in new circuits, the first lap of the weekend, in many respects is meaningless. I will almost put my house on it, that the driver comes out, the first lap with the fastest time, sometimes two or three seconds lap quicker than any other driver is Max. Because it's a way of him stamping his authority on. 'I'm at one with my car' 'I'm at the top of my game' and bang! And he has the confidence, the ability, the feel and the technique to be able to do that and to be able to adapt.

He came into formula 1 at a very young age, you know as a teenager. Having missed the training that goes on through the lower formulas, he did that very publicly in an arena formula 1 where every move that these guys make is scrutinized and pulled apart and I think he came through that. And his mental strength at the big game moments whether is a qualifying lap, whether it's a start, whether it's an overtake, whether it's an outlap, that's where he's outstanding. I've not seen a driver with his or seen a driver previously with his resilience to be able to deal with pressure at those high stakes moments.

Christian Horner on Secrets of Success Podcast

[13threbagel]

Now that i'm living in a english speaking country, I realized the hardest part to speak a second language is the phrases.

Grammars you can make do so long people know what you're saying and in writing there are programs to help you. And singular words, i know what they mean but compiling them into phrases?? That's like.. a whole different beast on its own its like learning another language on top of that one

Here's an example im still embarassed about :

I was trying to say how networking works by talking to more people and have your works spread by word of mouth.

But see, i didn't remember that phrase in english. I remember them, in my first language. And the literal translation of it would be 'mouth to mouth'. Which. Ya know. Means more kissing in english than spreading information via speaking to other people

It's a small things but you'll notice it more and more. And this is only phrases. We're not including expressions, what counts as a joke or an insult or a compliment. The thing im thinking about is probably not phrases either idk what it is but it sure is frustrating

[charmallows]

doodle dump part twooooo !!! please dont tag anything as ship!!