#ooc?? idc :3

[tamashiarts]

Crying Dazai is my fav thing to draw

I love seeing him all miserable and vulnerable :3

[bureauen]

i'm back in the fucking building again + yes i yassified that old man (fiddleford)

[feyascorner]

Astarion is such a girl dad nobody can tell me otherwise.

Would he be a responsible parent? Maybe. It depends on which act we’re looking at. He’d give her a doll and then a pretty knife for her birthday. But gods if he doesn’t absolutely wreak havoc with a little version of himself…

You would walk in on him having a tea party with his daughter, makeup messily smeared on his face and parts of his hair tied with pink rubber bands. He looks ridiculous crouched on a tiny chair, but he takes this tea party very seriously. Your daughter does too, it seems, as they chat about some imaginary society of stuffed animals and gossip about which stuffy was rude to another.

He’d also let her play dentist on his fangs, lying on the sofa while feigning a toothache so his daughter can “treat” him with random tools around the house. If you weren’t terrified she might accidentally cut herself on how sharp his teeth are, you’d think it’s adorable.

And when I say this man dresses her, I am not over exaggerating. He teaches her early on how to do basic sewing and adjustments to her clothes, but he’s also loves to buy her little frilly bows and such that he knows she’ll like. Dresses, scarves, gloves, you name it. He loves putting on a show, so why should his own daughter walk around in dreadfully boring clothing?

On one of the occasions you join in on their tea parties, he steps out of the room for a few minutes to grab something. When he returns, your daughter is fast sleep in your lap, and you smile down softly at her. The sight makes his chest swell.

“I think she has your nose, darling,” he says as he sits down beside you.

“Has your sass, though. I caught her staring at herself in the mirror the other day too.”

He snorts and you finally lift your head to look at him. His eyes flit back and forth between you and your daughter, his features gentle. “Do you blame her? Who wouldn’t want to take after all this?”

You stifle a laugh, careful to keep from waking her. Brushing the hair out of your face, he plants his lips to your forehead while soft snores come from down at your lap.

“I fear I’ll mess up with her,” he whispers against your cheek.

You shake your head, leaning it against his shoulder. “You won’t.”

Somehow, he feels himself trusting your words. He’s always found it easy to do so when it came to you.

[just-jordie-things]

how excited is megumi about planning his wedding?

i think megumi would think he doesn't care about the planning in the beginning. as long as you're happy, so is he. besides, it's just food and color schemes, right? he doesn't care about allat. he just wants to marry you.

and then his pesky friends get in the way... showing you swatches of the most god awful colors, sending you pinterest boards of aesthetics he could hardly stomach to look at... don't get him started on yuuji suggesting a build your own taco table.... absolutely not!

but you're so kind, hearing out all their wildest ideas because you value their friendship therefore you value their imaginations! so megumi just keeps his hand secure over his mouth in the hopes that it hides his disgust with every horrible idea they bring up, all the while you smile and nod and tack on a thoughtful 'maybe...' to every idea.

as soon as he gets you alone it all comes spilling out. how he refuses to marry you surrounded by an outdated coral pink, or fake snow, and god forbid you write the other person's vows- he's had his drafted for the last three years! there would be no room at your wedding for zany pranks. it was supposed to be romantic, not a comedy show.

and just as respectful as you were to itadori and nobara, you hear him out for the entirety of his rant. if you weren't sure of his opinion on a taco buffet before, you certainly are now. about halfway through you've gotten the gist of what he's saying, but your patience is bountiful and you wait until megumi has gotten it all off his chest.

he finishes his list of complaints with a huff, and once you're sure the floodgates are closed again, you lean over to give him a quick peck of a kiss.

"if you want to be more involved in the planning, 'gumi, all you had to do was say so," you tell him with that sweet, knowing look in your eyes. the one that always makes the tips of his ears flush pink, even after all the years of being with you. "and trust my taste a little, won't you? did you really think i'd let there be dry ice at my wedding?" you tease, while still wondering why yuuji thought a smoky ceremony seemed like a good idea.

"you're right," he sighs, relaxing just a little. "i want to be more involved"

"that's great," you beam back at him. "i'll show you the binder when we're home, then"

"binder?"

"it's color coded and alphabetized"

"there's that much?" megumi's hesitance returns upon thinking through what he's just agreed to. will he still have time to exorcize curses if he dives into wedding planning with you?

"gojo is funding it, isn't he?"

"good point," he mumbles. "maybe... we can talk about the doves, then"

[botchedsundoll]

L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; general relationship/ domestic hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; hi giys my requests r open😝 request please… pls☹️, idc if some of these r ooc in my world they are very much in character i love them all so much oh my god, didn’t include much abt their jobs bcos i wany thrm all to be happy okay..

C. OLIVEIRA

have you seen them photos of them big beefy scary men underneath like thick hello kitty or very feminine blankets? yeah that’s him

SNORES. SNORES SO LOUDLY. he wraps his arms around you instinctively at night and his grip is so tight you genuinely can’t escape his warmth or snoring

on the topic of that, he runs warm. he’s a genuine heater in winter - cold? cuddle up to him, saving money on the heating. win win!

whenever he comes home from the gym or wherever and he spots you watching one of your shows on the tv, he’ll stand behind the couch and watches it himself before eventually sitting down besides you. he can’t help it

every friday IS date night. whether that be something as simple as dinner at home together or something as extravagant as going to a fancy restaurant, the two of you are spending time together. he will make sure of that

going off of my previous hc’s, he can’t bake for life of him. cooking he’s rather okay-ish with all the simple stuff but baking? alone? absolutely not

the two of you decided to bake something for one of your date nights once. you asked him to pour flour and cocoa powder into the wet ingredients and turn the mixer on - he forgot to put the splashguard on and turned it right up to the fastest setting

safe to say your kitchen, and carlos, looked as if they’d just came out of winter wonderland

gives off the biggest girl dad vibes. just imagine him letting his little girl put random clips and bows in his hair jshwiaianwi omg

he has such a soft spot for strays. has genuinely brought home a puppy before because he saw it laying out by the dumpster before and couldn’t leave it alone

he’s all over you. CONSTANTLY. arm over your shoulder, hand on your hip. he can’t get enough of you

L. KENNEDY

he wakes up a few minutes earlier than he actually needs to (when he does actually fall asleep) just stare at you and how peace you look asleep

you’ve asked him to help you with your hair so many times to the point he’s genuinely become an absolute professional at it. the moment you give him that look he tells you to turn around and starts working his magic

keeps photos of you in his wallet, he knows deep down its rather risky but can’t help himself

in the instances that he does fall asleep before you (extremely rare) and you cuddle up against his side, his arm automatically wraps around you. it’s like muscle memory at this point

has your name engraved into his key chain on his keys

ALWAYS helps out with dinner whenever he’s home, despite you constantly telling him to get the fuck out and relax for a bit. ends up in him dancing with you in the kitchen

his showers are like, the ideal temperature- perfect for you to just hop in with him. he never minds and rather welcomes it

ALWAYS SURPRISES YOU FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY!! goes absolutely FULL out, waking you up with kisses on your shoulder, an expensive outfit you’ve had your eye on for a while, extravagant dinner and a nice little stroll in the park at night. switches it up every year so you never know what’s coming

has you as his emergency contact for sure

plays old rock songs in the car. causes you to make fun of him and call him an old american dad - even though you definitely don’t actually like the song. definitely

C. REDFIELD

i just KNOW this man can be out sass you during arguements. growing up with claire certainly prepared him for that

he’s gone quite most of the time, so he makes sure to spend as much time as possible with you whenever he can

recently saw this thing where it was an ex military with his kids, where he’s shouting out orders like a drill sergeant during bath time. chris. it just screams chris.

— “I’M PUTTING SHAMPOO IN YOUR HAIR, DO NOT OPEN YOUR EYES! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

— “OK!”

just imagine hearing that every time it’s his turn with bath time. just constant giggles and shouts (if there r kids ofc)

you and claire are CLOSE. chris has made sure of that, definitely introduced you two once he knew it was getting serious

regrets it at times, as whenever something happens at home with the two of you - no matter how stupid the arguement may hve been claire is always the first to know. and always the first to knock some sense into her brother

wears hawaiian dad shirts in summer. for a fact.

like carlos, runs SO WARM. feels as though he’s an actual bear and has genuine fur on him keeping him so warm

sleeps flat on his back, arms by his sides. usually a very light sleeper but at times absolutely nothing will wake him up. you’re free to roll around all over him, strew your legs out over him and he’ll simply stay lying on his back like always. hands by his sides and the only indication of him actually being alive being the rise and fall of his chest

his appetite is absolutely outrageous. you best believe whatever you make is being absolutely devoured, he loves your cooking. sometimes all he needs is some home cooked dinner to put a smile on his face

he will genuinely let you do almost anything to him. you wanna massage his back? sure. do a face mask on him? alright, but no photos. wax a patch of hair on his leg? did it before, never letting you do it again. he has a hard time saying no to you - he’s lost too much people, he needs to make the most of his time with you

[kelari-talks]

head-canons i have for tsc (mostly jerejean)

jean is unbelievably good at art.

cat, laila and jeremy leave sticky notes on the fridge and most are/include drawings of the most random shit

jeremy usually draws barkbark

jean takes note of this and for a couple of months just ignores it.

that was until jeremy draws a ridiculously bad portrait of jean, next to months old drawings of laila and cat

the next day jeremy wakes up and finds a yellow sticky note stuck to the fridge. its a remarkable drawing of jeremy, not by himself or either of the girls

needless to say he keeps the sticky note of himself forever and goes out with cat to get jean a sketch book.

jean thinks its stupid and a waste of time. this goes on for another two months before he is benched for being a little too rough during scrimmages. this turns into a very bored jean on the bleachers with nothing but a pencil and math notebook

one picture of jeremy turns into two. then three. then renee and her bright hair. so on and so forth

he ends up drawing quite a lot and of course his flat mates try to get a peek every chance they get.

jean doesnt care so much as its he is usually drawing scenery when around watching eyes

that was untill jeremy menages to sneak up on the french man sitting at his desk and sees a picture of himself.

he was a VERY happy camper that day and begs jean to let him have the picture

jean takes his book and leaves the room.

another artistic trait from jean is his surprising like of his pottery class.

jeremy is awful at it. thank go he pursued exy.

jean is again, unbelivably good at it. he has never been have to express any artistic talent in the nest so this is a weird, new feeling he finally doesnt resent

everything jean makes jeremy wants to keep. before they know it their cupboard is full of hand made mugs, cups, bowls etc.

jean thinks nothing of it at first. then he wakes up to see his flat mates in the kitchen with jeans hand made plates and mugs filled with coffee and food

for the first time in his life he feels like he is truly appreciated and somewhat wanted, at least a part of him

cat and laila try it out and make each other something for their anniversary. cat makes a dish for lailas jewelry and lila makes a very wonky vase

cat regularly has flowers in it either in the kitchen or living room

once jeremys birthday rolls around the girls drag jean out o get the birthday boy a gift

jean ends their trip empty handed as he slowly feels pressure (he doesnt quite understand) to find something for his friend

once the day before jeremys 23rd birthday rolls around, cat and laila make him a redvelvet cake with bright yellow frosting and make jean pipe on a simple barkbark drawing ontop

(it did not turn out as good as they expected)

jeremy still loves it.

as jean is getting ready for bed jeremy walks into their room to find a small box on his bed. opening it he finds a red and gold metal yo-yo and a beautifully detailed portrait of himself. the same one he asked to keep months prior, but now fully finished.

once jean is back in the room hes greeted with a tight hug from the shorter man and a very happy 'thank you'

for the rest of the evening jeremy is trying all sorts of tricks on his new yo-yo as jean watches. a soft smile onhis lips every time jeremy gets it tangled and swears to himself.

[sunnlily]

old makoto drawing i never posted !!

[kodaiki]

꒰ 12:37 P.M. ꒱ ❛ hogwarts bbf!dan heng x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘, leaning against a stone column in the corner of the courtyard, the air around you crisp with the chill of winter. there's a chatter of voices among them as the hour of lunch passes you by. fellow students pass by, their footsteps muffled by the layer of snow from the storm a few nights prior. the atmosphere is hushed, the winter silence broken only by the distant sounds of laughter and the occasional gust of wind. lunch hour is in full swing, and while your housemates are likely warming up in the great hall, you're out here.

you would be –correction, should be – in the great hall, probably enjoying some warm food with your fellow house buddies and not freezing to death but alas, procrastination is your rival once again, taunting you as you scribble down the best you can your homework for herbology without any distractions. you gnaw your lip through your struggles, your hair falling in front of your face, slightly swaying from the brisk winter breeze painting your nose pink.

your quill moves across the parchment as you work on your herbology homework, your breath visible in the cold air when you take a deep sigh. the crunch of footsteps drawing near makes a presence known to you, but still, your eyes remain focused on your task at hand.

“and what’s my baby sister up to today?” a deep voice chimes from above you paired with a chuckle.

“work, go away,” is your curt response as you barely look up to meet your older brother’s amused glance your way.

“but where’s the fun in that?” blade muses, stepping closer to your sitting figure, his feet crushing the fallen leaves beneath his feet.

it’s when you look up to glare at your seventh year brother when you notice the other pair of eyes looking your way, quietly standing behind blade. your brows raise and eyes widen at the sight. when your eyes meet, the guy quickly averts his gaze and instead, turns his attention to grass.

"hey dan heng," you murmur a light greeting, your tone a blatant shift from the way you’d spoken to your brother. your chin dips into the striped scarf around your neck showing off your house's colors as you feel the winter air tickle your nose.

blade, in turn, rolls his eyes at the obviousness of your tone and softened gaze.

"hey," dan heng replies curtly, offering a nod of acknowledgment. blade swings an arm over his shoulder, shaking dan heng slightly as he hoists him closer, to which he makes a sour and slightly uncomfortable, expression.

"oh, now that i've found you, dear baby sis, we could probably use some advice," blade drawls with a sly smile on his face. in return, your face twists into slight confusion as you tilt your head to the side in question. it seems that you're the only who doesn't know what he's talking about because dan heng quite literally freezes, his throat bobbing slightly.

"advice about what?" you raise an eyebrow, now no longer the slightest bit interested in your homework due in a few short hours.

"well, the yule ball's coming up in a few weeks," blade begins, wiggling his brows knowingly. you nod along, scratching the side of your head, briefly glancing at dan heng, wondering how he could need advice from you of all people. "do you have a date?" your brother then asks. you can't tell if it's a genuine question or if he's looking for a reason to tease you.

"no, i don't," you answer simply, glancing back down at your homework. you miss the way blade turns to look at dan heng. "so, what advice do you need?"

"well, as you're well aware, i'm probably going to ask kafka, my near and dear best friend,” he drawls as if it’s obvious. your eyebrows raise, well aware of his platonic soulmate bond with the purple haired student. though, over time you truly wonder if it’s platonic or not. “but dan heng here is busy beating himself up wondering how to ask his crush," blade finishes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. he smirks knowingly, clearly enjoying the revelation that he just dropped on you.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and your eyes widen slightly at the implication that dan heng has someone in mind to ask to the yule ball. not only that, it must mean he has some form of a serious crush on someone, period. the air seems to thicken with an unspoken tension as you process blade's words. the image of dan heng asking someone to the yule ball takes on a new significance, and a strange mix of emotions swirls within you.

"dan heng, a crush?" you ask, trying to keep your tone casual even though your mind is buzzing with curiosity – and maybe some buried jealousy.

blade chuckles, enjoying the reaction he has stirred. "oh yeah. he's been overthinking it for days, probably even longer. poor guy doesn't know whether to go for a grand gesture or something simple. it's like watching a potions experiment gone wrong."

“oh,” you say in acknowledgment, glancing at dan heng with your softest-least-obvious smile his way. he rolls his eyes at blade's tone of words, obviously speaking as if he isn't standing right beside him.

“so that's what brings us to you, y/n. personally, how would you-” blade begins to ask in a light-toned, almost nonchalant voice when he's nudged in the gut by dan heng. “hey, rude,” blade grunts at him, but brushes off the elbow to his side. “how would you want to be asked to the ball? i can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears when he’s pacing around our room.”

“i don’t pace,” dan heng quickly cuts in and it’s the first time he’s spoken since he and blade arrived at the courtyard.

“sure you don’t,” blade rolls his eyes. your brother turns back to you. “so? how’d you wanna be asked?”

you swallow back the lump in your throat and avert your gaze to the parchment of your unfinished herbology homework, though your mind is no longer focused on the intricate details of magical plants at the moment. the subtle revelation that dan heng has someone in mind for the yule ball has captured your attention, and you can't help but wonder who the lucky girl might be, though it does leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

you have no reason to feel this way, of course. as far as you're concerned, dan heng is your older brother's best friend. you've only ever been around him for reason of association since blade just loves to tease and poke fun at you, and you've always seen dan heng as a reliable friend. yet, as you continue to feign interest in your herbology homework, the image of dan heng asking someone to the yule ball lingers in your mind.

"well," you begin, tapping the quill against the parchment thoughtfully, as you attempt to push whatever negative emotions are bubbling in your system, "i suppose a simple and sincere approach is always nice. maybe a heartfelt note or even a private conversation."

blade feigns a yawn, covering his mouth with his hand for dramatic effect. "bo-oring...and here i thought you'd go for something more grand and romantic. you know, like a surprise invitation under the stars or a magically enchanted message."

"well, those can be nice too, but sometimes simplicity holds its own charm. it's the thought and effort that count the most." you recall earlier in the week when march 7th was asked to the yule ball with a grandiose sign and flashmob in the middle of lunch. of course, she adored it, but you couldn't imaging sitting through that without feeling a little second hand embarrassment.

dan heng seems to be listening intently, though he's doing a poor job of pretending not to be. you catch his eyes briefly, and this time, he doesn't look away as quickly. there's a subtle warmth in his gaze that you can't quite decipher, but you offer him an encouraging smile.

blade, ever the perceptive older brother, grins knowingly. "i think that's some solid advice, don't you think?" he asks, nudging his friend beside him. it's almost like blade is staring through dan heng, and you can tell there's probably something you're unaware of that they're mentally communicating about.

dan heng, still recovering from the unexpected topic of asking his best friend's younger sister for love advice of all things, stumbles over his words. "i, uh, yeah. simple is good, got it."

"see? even dan heng agrees. thanks for the wisdom, dear sister." he offers a salute of gratitude as he turns to leave with his friend.

"hey, dan heng?" you ask before the've left ear shot. the two boys turn around to glance at you, blade raising an eyebrow with an imperceptible expression on his face.

"hm?" he hums, tilting his head slightly, his eyes boring into yours. you have to look away for a split second before you start to blush.

"good luck," you smile brightly. "no matter how you ask them, i'll sure they'll love it and say yes." the words tumble out before you can think. by the time you've said them, your cheeks are a warm pink, something you brush off as the cold winter air from sitting outside for too long.

"thanks, y/n," he says, offering a smile of his own, enough to illicit your brain to short circuit, which you don't have to recover from immediately because the boys then walk away. blade, of course, manages to sneak a teasing smile your way, well aware of what's probably going on in your head.

with that, blade drags dan heng away, likely to impart more "wisdom" in a less public setting. you could only assume what blade was busy whispering in his ear that makes him push him off while blade laughs. you're left alone against the tree, the courtyard now quieter as the lunch hour comes to an end.

the revelation that dan heng might be preparing to ask someone to the yule ball lingers in your thoughts. as you finally gather your books and stand up, ready to head inside and get warm instead of staying out in the cold for too long.

the day passes as you go through the rest of your classes. you hand in your poor attempt of your unfinished herbology homework, receiving a raised brow from professor sprout. still, she seems to give an equally as understanding expression, chalking up your less-than-ideal attempt having do with the excitement that relates to the yule ball.

you walk through the halls of hogwarts, hugging your books close to your chest on your way to dinner in the great hall, a much needed meal waiting for you after your long day. your eyes are trained at the tiled floor ahead of you as your mind is too preoccupied to focus on everything else. the corridors seem unusually crowded, filled with students excitedly discussing their plans for the upcoming event.

as you turn a corner on your way to your common room, your scattered and distracted thoughts make you unintentionally collide with someone, causing your books to scatter across the floor. flustered, you start gathering them, apologizing profusely without looking up. "sorry!"

a familiar voice responds, "no worries. i should have been more careful, too." you glance up, and there stands dan heng, a small smile playing on his lips as he bends down to help you collect your books.

"oh, hey again," you greet in a slight breathless tone, unsure whether you should feel more or less embarrassed that you collided right into him. "thanks," you say as he helps, feeling a strange warmth in the air as your hands accidentally brush against each other while reaching for the same book before you both quickly yank your hands back.

"no problem," he replies, handing you the last book. there's a brief moment where your eyes meet, and it feels like time stands still. there's unspoken tension, you think, and its palpable.

dan heng was never a man of many words, you know. then again, one glance from him can hold a million words. despite not being of many words, you never felt any less close to him than your own classmates who've talked your ear off on countless occasions. it might be an inappropriate crush, having one on your older brother's friend, but it's not like you can do anything about it now.

before you can say anything more, dan heng takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, i better get going."

"right," you mumble, still caught in the lingering atmosphere between you two.

you watch as he turns away to leave you in the empty hall, but just as he's about to walk away, you notice him hesitate and pause in place. your face expresses confusion when he turns to face you again and looks back at you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"everything okay?"

dan heng seems to struggle with his words for a moment, his gaze shifting as if he's trying to find the right way to express what's on his mind. it's a side of him you haven't seen before, and it leaves you both intrigued and a tad concerned.

"yeah," he finally says after a moment, his voice a touch lower than usual, like he's in deep thought. "i just wanted to say, um, about the yule ball..."

"oh! did you ask out who you wanted to?" your brows raise as your curiosity is piqued. your curiosity must be a masochist of sorts because why on earth are you so eager to find out something that will without doubt potentially ruin your night?

dan heng chuckles softly. "not quite," he says quietly. "i was just going to ask, did you really mean what you told blade and me earlier?"

"about what?" your head tilts to the side as you scrunch your eyebrows and a thoughtful frown is on your face.

"how you'd like to be asked," he clarifies. "something simple?"

"oh," you smile shyly. "well, yeah. i'm personally not one to love grand gestures of affection with the attention it garners," you laugh lightly to yourself. "why?"

"just wanted to make sure i'd get it right when i asked` you."

"hm," you hum to yourself with a nod, barely registering his words. a few seconds pass and your head jerks up a bit to meet his serious gaze, your face displaying perplexity. "wait, what?"

at your lost expression, dan heng smiles (smiles!) with an amused laugh through his nose. "the advice wasn't for me to ask someone else, y/n." he reveals in a . when you're still too shocked to say anything, he asks instead. "would you want to go to the yule ball with me?"

your heart skips a beat at the unexpected question. for a moment, a long moment, you're frozen in place, trying to process everything he just said. the realization dawns on you that the secret crush you harbored might not be so one-sided after all.

the courtyard conversation wasn't merely about hypotheticals for dan heng, you knew that, but not to this extent! not to mention, your brother blatantly asked you how you'd like to be asked (on behalf of all girls, but still) to the ball. you feel a little bamboozled, to be quite honest, but in the best way.

the air is thick with anticipation as you meet his eyes. the warmth in them is more evident now, and there's a vulnerability that you never expected to see from someone as composed as dan heng.

"really, me?" you ask, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

"of course, you," he says like it's most obvious answer. after a few seconds, his expression turns serious, "if it's uncomfortable for you or if you don't want to, forgive me-"

"no-no, that's not it!" you quickly cut him off before he can finish, waving your hands in front of him. "i'd love to." you beam.

relief washes over him, and a smile breaks across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "yeah?"

you nod in confirmation, still smiling widely. you jut your thumb in the direction of the great hall. "i was just heading to a late dinner. you wanna come?"

dan heng wordlessly nods with a smile and falls into step with you as you both begin walking through the long corridor.

"so...earlier today with blade..." you trail off, breaking the comfortable silence as you recall the courtyard conversation.

"all his idea," he sighs, rolling his eyes. "he knew i wouldn't have just asked so he just had an idea of his own."

"did blade know the whole time?" you ask.

"he's only been bothering me about it since the start of fifth year."

you pause in your step. "fifth year?" you ask, shyly peering at him through the corner of your eyes as you walk toward the great hall.

"yeah," he says, scratching the back of his neck as his ears go red. "apparently i wasn't subtle enough for your brother to notice. it took him a while for me to admit it..."

you laugh, recalling on your own side how your own brother taunted you for staring extra long at his friend. was he playing matchmaker this whole time? "does that mean we'll have to thank him at some point?" you can only imagine the shit-eating grin on his face, all by his own behind the scenes doing.

there's a brief silence between you two and you come to the same answer.

"no."

"absolutely not."

.... so that's the first fic im back with! i know im rusty so pls let me be...plots will get better i swear <3 ty for reading! also we just gonna go w dan heng and blade being besties it's an alternate universe ok

[reesescuffs]

Mcyt hyperfixation go brr

I can't draw Joel this is extremely sad o don't know what is happening in his skin

[tezzbot]

yakko overstimulation exhaustion irritation misery torment vs self soothing nonsense babbling sibling comfort<3

[its-no-biggie]

thinking about how often saiki does something noticably unnatural and everyone just assumes its because of how amazing teruhashi is...... au where teruhashi knows about saikis powers and theyre a chaotic tag team. like in the school play episode where saiki changes everyones appearance once teruhashi comes on stage except if it was all the time and teruhashi was in on it. i think that would be hilarious

like, okay. imagine some side character gets injured or something and teruhashi comes up like "oh no! *bats eyelashes* do you want me to kiss it better?" and while shes doing her little performance saiki rolls his eyes and heals them. and everyones like "wow!! thats teruhashi for you!" btw saiki hates this dynamic with every fibre of his being. he only goes along with it because he does want to help people without outing himself and this method is surprisingly effective (and because teruhashi threatened to out him if he didnt go along with it). and he ESPECIALLY hates how much teruhashi loves it. both her ego and her crush on saiki get bigger, and since she knows about his powers she knows that he knows so its turned into this sort of "youll fall for me one day 😘" "*sigh*..... please just leave me alone....." dynamic, where both of them are only half kidding. and then they solve crimes or something idk im going off nothing but vibes here

[elystelleven]

I imagine a modern AU scenario where Vanilla is invited by Strawberry Crepe to play some video games and is interested to buy some for him and his wife, but the catch is that he is literally so. God. Awful. At almost every single genre there is to the point where it pisses Crepe off so the only kind of games he bought are farming sims. Just straight-up, farming sims. Not even a different kind of cozy game, though Crepe tried to gift him a few puzzle and rhythm-based ones just to add some variety to his selection, but it still isn't too effective because that old geezer sucks THAT bad.

(P.S. I'm not implying that farming or life sims are for losers I'm just saying that PV would definitely pour hours onto his Animal Crossing island or something)

White Lily on the other hand... I imagine her having a bit more tech literacy than Vanilla somehow (being the smart one and working as a scientist and all) and is a literal god at puzzle and rhythm games for some unknown reason to the point where even her own husband and the other Ancients find her terrifying. Not a single breathing person knows how she reached that level of skill, and that's only the icing on the cake of how eccentric of a cookie she can be. That sopping wet cat...

[fandomchokehold]

It’s been eating away at my brain so I’m gonna start working on a Gale x Rolan x Tav fic soon

it’s gonna be a named male!Tav (my bard Samson who’s my pfp), be post Lorroakan defeat, be a lil smidge angsty with Samson patching up his wounds from his apprenticeship and just taking care of him, and then Rolan’s gonna be sandwiched between Gale and Samson receiving the most tender love and care and maybe he’ll cry or they’ll all cry we’ll see

[nrc-confessions]

🐚 said I should do a face reveal as well….So here it is °՞(ᗒᗣᗕ;)՞°

I’m not that good at posing for pictures-

😔 also if you see me at the lounge during a shift uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hey 👍

This is so embarrassing I hate taking pictures of myself T^T

[thegreatcrowdragon]

I don’t know if I’ll ever expand on this but I thought it was a good scene so uh. Here. Eat this my fellow Shadow Milk likers

“Healing magic is a funny thing. You see, it’s less healing and more akin to small scale time manipulation. You aren’t fixing the wound, but reverting the afflicted area back to its previous, unharmed state.” He leaned causally over the teacher’s desk in front of him, nearly lying down on top of it.

“However,” Shadow Milk straightened abruptly, almost unnaturally. “Healing magic cannot fix everything. Say if you were to… lose an arm. That’d be completely unfixable.”

Sharp eyes burned into Black Rasin cookie as he spoke, laughing under his breath as he saw her curl in slightly, faintly reaching for the missing limb in question. A few students seemed to understand the mockery he was making of her, but none said a word.

[sweetiepotatofry]

Crack fic idea: Floyd as Cinderella, jade is both of the sisters, Azul as the wicked stepmother ofc, & the grand plot twist is that this play/fic is based off Cinderella 3 not the original