#sO TADA

[harritudur]

"that girl left that van smiling..."

(or just my take of what could have happened between Eddie & Chrissy during their ride to his trailer 🚙👀 yeah- she raises her knees to his hand to tease him just a lil' hehe 🔥)

[smooodles]

alright. yall seemed to like the previous saint scribbles. here's some more

we have: some body builder studies in which i used saint as my muse, some act 1 sadness, and saint dancing that one rasputin cowboy dance. im not entirely sure why i scribbled the last one tbh but i like how it turned out, so

[10kiaoi]

Time slip AU (2-8/9)

Time Slip AU (1/9)

[sharpsuite]

MUNDANE MOMENTS DRABBLE PROMPTS Topic: The very human experience of a poorly shared umbrella For: @cartelheir

i hope you and Pat can enjoy this drabble! ✨

Chishiya cannot fathom why anyone needs as many coats as Pat owns - and that's only from what she had brought with her and what she's subsequently acquired since being here. HE FEARS HOW MANY SHE ONCE OWNED. ( He's thankful for the fact there's limited storage in his place that restricts the amount she can bring in too. ) He doesn't think he's ever seen this one before either now that he stares at it a bit longer. The cut of it is a bit different even thought it seems similar to one she wore last week. HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO SAY THAT. He'd made that mistake exactly one time and the painful crash course on fashion lecture had made work seem like an optimal escape for once.

He watches Pat close the umbrella as they reach the safety of the lobby of his apartment complex and he doesn't say anything when she complains about the sudden rain ruining some plans. Frankly HE is the one with every right to complain. She might have made an effort to share the umbrella, but the angle had been entirely wrong to help Chishiya. So while she's stayed dry except for a few droplets still clinging to the high-end fabric or the wispy ends of some stray pieces of hair, his hoodie is a substantially worse off victim of the weather.

It feels so NORMAL. Two people trying to share an umbrella and it going horribly wrong whether known or not. Something friends, and siblings, and so many others experienced daily across the world. There was likely someone else experiencing something like this less than a mile away.

Chiaki's waiting upstairs, probably lazily cuddled in the blankets on the couch with the gentle pitter-patter of rain against the glass windows. There's coffee waiting and he's SURE Pat is going to march right into the kitchen to make some if she doesn't decide to order a delivery of a specialty one FOR THE TROUBLE OF BEING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN. And he'll just give an amused sort of snort and scratch Chiaki's ear when she lifts her head to mew and greet them. He'll change and maybe have a drink or just burrow in the blankets and stare out the window at the rain for a bit; offer a solution for the rainy fiasco or a makeup day - check the weather app as she considers it and -

Chishiya almost wants to turn and bolt out into the steadily increasing rainfall outside. If there isn't fire, a storm will do.

It should be a comfort to have something normal. But sometimes... SOMETIMES CHISHIYA'S AFRAID. Sometimes he still doesn't know how to handle these moments to understand that he gets this. To have ordinary moments with someone who wants to be around him. Company around that understands him, ugly selfishness and flaws known and accepted. Sometimes he can enjoy the realization and take comfort in it because they're both flawed in their own ways. He can relax; sometimes they talk and sometimes they don't. He likes that new understanding. That he can feel SAFE. But there are still times when it makes him bristle and act defensive and feel like he doesn't want to be seen even though he DOES. Like it's still The Borderlands and being known is still a death sentence and he doesn't know how to handle it other than protecting himself PREEMPTIVELY.

Sometimes he wonders if he made the wrong choice when he came back. Except he'd been bleeding out on asphalt and he definitely would have died if he'd stayed, so OBVIOUSLY HE MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE.

Sometimes he wonders why Pat stays. He doesn't want her to go. ( Another alarming thought. ) But he doesn't understand it and he doesn't dare ask. Even with the potential threats, Pat has ENDLESS OPPORTUNITIES and she still stays here with their silly movie night tradition that he's come to love. ( Even if there's been some HORRIBLE movies he's endured that felt like some kind of inhumane torture. ) His lip trembles slightly and it's just the cold. ( Except is it the cold from the rain, or his own iciness? ) Where she insists on celebrating despite his rolled eyes and even though he doesn't care much for celebrations, he still goes out of his way to try to celebrate for her sake or festive days for her culture despite never hearing them. ( And trying to FIND authentic foods or spices or items is both tedious and expensive but he has the time and money. IT'S IMPORTANT TO HER. Even if he doesn't understand why, even if he can't relate, he understands that much. )

Maybe Chishiya's not really afraid of the normalcy. Maybe it's not even actually being known. MAYBE HE'S AFRAID OF HOW MUCH HE WANTS THIS. How much he's come to gradually become used to this life they've built and enjoy it. It's not perfect; he's still by and by the same - but these small changes have changed a lot about his life. It's terrifying...and it's nice. It's the same way he sometimes feels after he's buried himself against her side and let her comb her fingers in his hair (and vise versa). MAYBE HE'S SCARED TO LOSE THIS.

Chishiya hates losing in general as a concept. He's too proud. But losing this, everything he has now with Pat, in a way feels like it'd be more painful than being shot. If she's one day decides her happiness is elsewhere he won't grovel or beg; he cares about her enough to care about her happiness. He'll support her in whatever way he can. But the thought feels like glass shards stabbing deep into the thin skin on his palms.

" What's that look for? "

He offers a slow blink at Pat seems to finally have succeeded in closing and wrapping the umbrella without making a huge mess of water all over the lobby.

" I don't think I've ever seen anyone struggle with that compactible umbrella as much as you. " Chishiya teases as he offers a smug smirk - the kind that always tended to PISS OFF PEOPLE in the Borderlands, but he's just teasing her. " Maybe you've set a record. " He bites back a laugh as he quickly starts towards the elevators before she potentially THOWS the umbrella at him.

" Also your hair is fine the rain didn't ruin it. " He adds with a roll of his eyes. And then promptly jabs the CLOSE DOORS button on the elevator door with a cheshire cat snicker as he tries to see if the elevator doors will close first or if she'll make it inside the elevator.

[4th-make-quail]

fic: The Engines, Again

Title: The Engines, Again Fandom: FFXII Ship: Cid/Vayne Summary: A brief moment snatched among work Tags: gen, final fantasy kiss battle a/n: Written for the kiss battle prompt "office"! Because I've had this image in my head for MONTHS NOW and had to get it out somehow!! For @7-et~

[dreamy625]

So, small reveal - this is a secondary account for @steveinscarlet

I am she, she is me

[thatdamhobbit]

And oh, do you promise,

Never to let me go?

As we trip, we fall, we stumble down the road

Just remember, we’re together and when hope seems far, look up

To the stars.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Twst with a very little twist

Part 1 - Grim's chapter/If the shoe fits...

Summary: Local baby appears in a coffin in a different world with no identification or way home. Prevents several mental breakdowns accidentally. More at 11.

(Masterlist)

To say that Grim was a little surprised when he opened the coffin and found a very young human in there was an understatement.

At least the clothes would fit him.

He inched closer, eyes narrowed. The kid wasn’t particularly fearful, but they didn’t seem all that happy to see him either. Large, dark brown eyes stared at him from beneath their hood. Expressionless even when there was fire flickering inches from their face, though there was no way they could know that the flames were only for show. They didn’t even seem bored or indifferent, just blank. Vacant, really.

Feline lips curled into a scowl as he, almost literally, fumed. He couldn’t get into the ultra-cool magic school, but for some reason this child could? What did this child have that he didn’t? Outside of an overabundance of drool, perhaps.

Besides, he could drool more if that was a requirement for the school. He wasn’t going to, he is nothing if not principled, but he could.

(Though… if – no, when – he replaced them and got in, perhaps he would look around and see if any of the other attendees were as… drooly. For scientific reasons.)

He crossed his arms over his chest, floating closer to the child that was peering at him, apparently scrutinizing him. They slowly started to smile as he got closer.

“Pets?”

A tiny, chubby hand reached out and he couldn’t help himself from sniffing the hand for a moment, considering, before tipping his head slightly and allowing the kid to slide their hand over his head. They giggled and leaned further, now reaching their other hand for him. He smirked a little. Nice to know that he fascinated the kid. Perhaps they weren’t so bad, after all. And, hey, they were actually really good at this ‘petting’ thing. They were getting that place just in front of his ear he could just never seem to get. Maybe he could make them his henchman or something.

“Good kitty!” The kid said.

His amusement snapped out of existence like it had never been there at all. He started to reel back.

Unfortunately for him, the kid was just slightly faster, and he ended up being pulled into a hug. The thick robes made it very hard for him to retaliate. He couldn’t bite or scratch the kid at all!

… though, admittedly, it was a decently nice hug despite the attempted murder. The kid was only a head taller than him, and he slotted into their arms perfectly. And they had just the right mix of baby fat and fabric to be squishy and soft.

He resigned himself to being hugged for as long as the kid wished. It wasn’t like he could get away without ruining the clothes they were wearing, and then he would have to find another coffin to open and there was no way the next one would have clothes that fit quite as well as this one.

Unfortunately, he had been wasting time that he didn’t have. The door to the ceremony hall swung open.

“– ready to meet all of your kouhais –!” A large man that looked rather like a bird was saying, but he was soon cut off by someone screaming.

“Fire!” Someone screamed.

“Oh, no, that’s just my hair,” a boy who, indeed, had fire for hair mumbled, tugging their hood over their head and trying to duck out of view.

“Nonono, they’re right, look over there!” Another yelled, and a finger pointed in their direction.

That drew everyone’s eyes. Grim has no clue how they had managed to not notice the flames before, but now that he had everyone’s attention he kind of wished to go back to them being hopelessly blind. Mostly because he was still being half-strangled by a child. Embarrassing. But, at least, if he resigned himself to it it didn’t look like he was losing. Maybe he should just pretend to be a stuffed animal or something –?

The birdman sighed deeply. “Didn’t even get all the way into the hall this year,” he murmured somewhat bitterly, quiet enough so that only Grim’s hypersensitive ears could really hear.

The man visibly took a moment to prepare himself before he turned around, only to stop cold.

He stared at the pair, wrapped around each other in a coffin.

No one dared to say a word as the man processed this information with the depth and speed of a computer from the 1950s.

Finally, it clicked:

He groaned. “How am I supposed to extort a baby?”

This earned several different reactions, all ranging from mild shock to horror. Which was fair. For once in his life, Grim was completely speechless.

He paled slightly – it was surprising that was even possible – and his head jerked to look behind him. “I said that aloud, didn’t I?”

A couple of the students nodded their heads, their eyes still wide.

The man groaned again. Louder this time. He dragged a hand down his face.

He didn’t even bother to take it back.

… know what? Maybe this school wasn’t so cool after all.

Grim looked down at the kid that he was pretty sure was nodding off into his fur. He placed a careful paw on top of their head and bared his teeth at the man.

Said man tilted his head to the side and, wow, he really is a bird. Good. If Grim really was a ‘kitty’, as the kid thought, then he outranked this bird in every way.

“Mine.”

“I don’t think it works like that,” the man said, smiling in that fake way people love to do when they think you’re dumb. Which Grim isn’t.

“You just said you were gonna extort ‘em!”

“I just said I couldn’t. And do you really think you can care for a human child better than I could?”

Damn. He had a point.

About the whole ‘taking care of a human child thing’, Grim was obviously calling BS on the extortion thing.

More seriously, though, Grim wasn’t a human – he boasted about being a monster all of the time. He didn’t even remember being a child, he had simply woken up one day, fully formed, a ribbon knotted around his neck and flames dancing along his tongue. He didn’t know how to deal with a kid this young. He didn’t even know what humans were supposed to eat.

Grim huffed, a tiny curl of steam slipping from his nose.

He looked down at the kid, whose eyes had caught on the Magic Mirror in the center of the room. They were frowning in blatant confusion, their eyes falling beneath the head hanging in the center as if looking for a neck. But they seemed to notice his gaze, as they looked back at him.

“Kitty?”

“I will come back for you when you are older,” he told them solemnly.

The kid blinked at him.

And then they smiled and patted him on the head. “M’kay!”

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho said: [ SHIELD ] - BajiTora

reassurance prompts [ SHIELD ]: sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to protect them from a targeted attack (verbal or physical).

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. The tiger does not make a noise despite how beaten up and bloody he is. He manages to remain standing in spite of the older and stronger delinquents that have been beating on him.. Kazutora still can't fathom what he's done to earn the Black Dragons sudden fixation on him, but it's brutal and relentless. And there is no one to tell. He could tell Baji, but this isn't Baji's problem and the last thing is he wants to do is drag his only friend into this mess. He wants to eat junk food and laugh and go to the movies or arcades or just get into mischief with Baji; not this. Although he's not sure exactly how many more lies he can come up with to excuse all the bruises and scratches and other injuries.

He's tired, and he's not exactly sure how much more he can take. He manages to deal with two more before a punch sends him stumbling and crashing into the hot asphalt. He needs to get up. But he can't. His body is too worn out and refuses. Which means its about to get a lot worse. A shadow covers him and he's ready to be struck, but the blows never come. He frowns, suspicious. Maybe when he looks up he'll ge punched in the eye. Kazutora hesitates but lifts his head and stares in surpise at the figure shielding him.

" Baji? "

Oh no. Kazutora feels his heart drop at his best friend's arrival. He struggles to try to push himself up, looking towards the delinquents in concern. But at least for now it seems they've had their fill - other than the jeering and taunting comments they make. Kazutora turns his focus back towards Baji, brows furrowed with confusion. " Weren't...you supposed to to be helping your mom with stuff this afternoon? " He mumbles, but his gaze falls out of shame. Baji's probably going to be upset that Kazutora's never mentioned this or said anything ; but Kazutora really thought he could keep it a secret.

Damn it. Today was really an awful day so far.

[haveihitanerve]

i am kinda stupidly proud of this

[coincidencexx]

lullaby

tell me that this time the story will be different

tell me that

this time

the word

stay

will spring forth from all my silence

tell me that this time i’ll eat soup

and you’ll hold my hand

and the truth of the cold / december / wednesday beyond the windows

will wait a little longer

tell me that this time

nothing will have to change.

you go outside.

the story begins again.

[itsscaredycat]

the hex girls!!! it’s spooky season 💚❤️💜

[bekkomi]

Gotta grab those groceries one way or another

[lemonadeslice]

🦋 every single choice will affect your fate, and the fate of those around you 🦋

(redraw of these)

[sunnycanwrite]

things that have happened recently in Wayne Manor:

Alfred removed all the curtains to air then out and discovered someone has been writing on them for years.

Cow shaped hooveprints were found on the hood of Dick's car

Cow shaped hooveprints were found on the hood of Jason's car

Damian decided to move out for a good two days before showing up again, and had been clingy since, weird

Tim found out he has a gluten allergy and has been in a one sided argument with Alfred over it.

Someone thought it was funny to hid every single mug in the house in Duke's closet it was not at all he opened it and a fed of the fell over and broke.

Cass fell asleep on the couch only to awake up in a completely different part of the house, her brother's fighting over what animated barbie movie to watch. They chose the twelve dancing princesses of course.

[mail-me-a-snail]

my good friend and i were talking about how blu spy would give red sniper the same scar that blu sniper has in a frenzied act of malice and revenge...so yeah so you could say i fuck with sniperspy ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

bonus under the cut

+ a handy guide to the respective snipers' scars bc i have to inject my clone theory in every damn thing