#promise >:3c

[superfruitland]

*chanting* FUTURE BOYS FUTURE BOYS FUTURE BOYS FUTUR--

[vulturevanity]

Molly finds a dead body (preview)

[gemharvest]

Hey Karl you think whenever BF or GF just hit Pico with a random hug no matter the circumstance his face just crumbles into the most vulnerable and yearning look and suddenly the hug lasts for 20 minutes because they don't have the heart to pull away when Pico lays his arms around their backs in the most gentle way possible

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yeag..

Close-ups of my personal favorite shots LOL. I also really like how Boyf came out here but he's already Huge in the piece so he doesn't need a close-up.

Do you ever think BF and GF get super emotional when he's soft with them? This guy, known for his fuckin' Bite with an attitude developed partially for self-defense, melting at their touch and allowing them to see his more gentle side? Something that nobody else will ever get to see?

The demon and the rapper are nice by default. Boyf can be a bit of a menace and Girlf is not afraid to show her demonic side when necessary, but they're kind to others as a default, maybe even to a fault. Not that Pico doesn't ever show kindness to others, but he's usually prickly and standoffish; his kindness could come off in ways that read almost as passive aggression. And yet, around the two idiots (used affectionately lol) he's like putty in their hands.

Anyways idk what I'm on abt really I just think if you gave him the choice he would literally melt into their embraces. Safe, and protected in their arms; for once, he isn't the one who has to do the protecting. I think the worst part of a hug to him would be having to let go.

[tangledinink]

Is there a usagi in Gemini Au?

If there is, is leo and usagi together?

the gemini.

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[somegrumpynerd]

Dust's nightmare

Dust has nightmares about fighting and killing here and there, but the ones that really stick with him are the ones that are just... memories. Things he can never have again.

What he can have though, is a distraction when he wakes up to help him settle and make sure he's not alone with his thoughts for too long

[soriastrider]

having many portal au thoughts again so here's a wip

[loopyarts]

Another batch of one piece notebook pen and pencil doddles of the Vinsmoke brothers and Nyasha from late May to early June (most of them were coloured in September ha ha…).

Most of the doddles are of Ichiji because of course it is.

[massivementalitynut]

My Broadway Comm of Nanami Kento from @iwanttobeaseme

[dr-ratio-a-day]

Day 7. Holy shit a whole week baby!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

cult leader!geto could fix you entirely but he could also make you sooooooooooo much worse

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Give Leo a bath

Boy hasn't been cleaned in 5 years he stinky as hell

stinky bastard man (affectionate)

[arkaniske]

Where the Sea Awaits

AO3 Link * Chapter three: Jyees & Vick’trr 6200 words * SFW * Jayvik * Selkie!AU Beta read by @kitcatkim [[1st chapter of the fic here]] cw for descriptions of healing injury Summary: When Jayce Talis discovers a stranger cast ashore, he can't shake the feeling that the sea itself has intertwined their fates. The steady rhythm of the tides he's spent his life mastering is suddenly disrupted, and as he delves into the mystery of a man seemingly torn from the depths, an unexpected bond begins to form.

The longer his gaze lingered on the man—still sitting stiffly, the blanket draped over his too-thin frame—Jayce felt the frustration melt into something quieter. Softer. Whatever had happened to this stranger, he was clearly lost, wary and hurting. And gods, if Jayce wasn’t at least a little lost himself.

The ocean stretched endlessly around the fisherman. A striking blue colour only rivalled by the sky it reflected, two parallels finding a gentle caress at the horizon to merge into one. The sailor’s lungs were filled with salt, his skin kissed a thousand times by the sun and his heart beating with the rhythm of the ocean. He couldn’t remember casting off. He wasn’t sure where he was, nor did he care. The sound of his fishing rod flying past his head as he cast his line was enough to pull the corners of his lips into a content smile. Calm settled into the fisherman’s bones, and he watched the lazy bobber skate across the waves. Time passed oddly here, the seafarer watched as the sun rose and sank into the water and yet, he felt no need for food or sleep. Every now and then the bobber would be pulled into the deep blue, and he would reel it in only to find it empty. Another piece of fish would be speared on the hook before he cast the line once more, awaiting the next catch. With a loud crack, the fishing line went taut in an instant, nearly pulling the rod out of the fisherman’s hand. He was quick to plant his feet, the wood of his ship starting to twist around his ankles to hold him in place. The rod bent sharply, creaking under the strain of the weight, and the fisherman’s grip tightened to whitened knuckles. As the line pulled again the boat rocked with the force. He leaned back, muscles straining as he began to reel it in, but the weight at the other end didn’t give. It only demanded more of the line tethering the two, pulling it deeper into the ocean. The water around the boat remained still even as the battle continued, no waves formed. No thrashing. Nothing. The air grew thick and heavy around him, pressing against his chest like an unseen force. It reminded him of the crushing weight of water at great depths—the way it could wring his lungs, leaving no room for air. He swallowed hard, each inhale feeling more laboured than the last. He cast a quick glance over the side of the boat, what little breath he had left hitching as the water below darkened. The deep blue shifted into an endless void as though the ocean floor had risen to meet him. Then, the line snapped. The fisherman stumbled. Had it not been for his rooted feet he would have fallen over with the rod. He froze, gaze locked on the water as waves threatened to claw their way into his ship, lapping at the railing and leaving deep claw marks in their wake as it pulled back. His heart pounded against his ribs as he leaned over the edge once more, searching for the source. This time, the water was staring back. Two golden orbs appeared in the depths, glowing faintly as they hovered just below the surface. They did not blink or waver, only stare as if they could see through the very core of the fisherman. He could hear the wood of his ship break and snap under the force of the ocean, claws dragging along the bow of the ship—they might as well have been dragged along his spine and bones. The sound settled somewhere in his chest, and he felt unwell. Without warning the ocean surged upwards, the light shattering into a thousand blinding fragments. Like broken glass, reflecting the sun in a thousand shards, only to illuminate the fisherman. The boat tipped violently, and without the wood to ground him, he felt himself falling into the waters. Falling into the light. Into the eyes—and—

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[qveenofgluttony]

"Ahem! Is this thing on? What--oh, cool it is!" Beelza's voice rang out over the intercom, filling every single room in the palace. "Good morning, everyone! This might seem fucking weird since we usually like to let you guys sleep off your hangovers in shit, but unfortunately I come bearing uh, grim news..."

"I'm sure some of you already know, a couple of our staff came across the dead bodies of a couple of our guests this morning. After some deliberation, we believe these deaths weren't accidents but premeditated murder. In short, we have a reason believe there is an assassin among us. So that's why we've made the decision to...um..."

There's silence over the air for a few moments before, the sound of the mic being handed over to someone else.

"The entire Gluttony palace is on lock down."

The voice of the queen herself booms across the speakers, her barely hidden anger lacing her authoritative tone. "The festivities will continue as planned, but until the assassin is caught and taken care of, no one is allowed in or out."

[meat-fr]

I got so excited when i saw this girl! And then i cried a little when i saw the tert.... and then Eclipse completely saved her!! :'D

Now i just gotta decide which secondary i want 😭

[jvnart]

"& then i punched them through the wall!" "Haha, sick"

[egberts]

look at the size of these roots they cut out!! some of them are bigger around than my arm!!! this is what patching the problem for five years instead of fixing it causes, my goodness no wonder the plumbing was backing up every six months, this is ridiculous