#send me inspiration

[purrincess-chat]

Alright, now that Ladrien June is over and my life is calmer I'm gonna try to finish that fic I started 😅 One day I'll have time to actually write during the themed month.

[jimmy-josh600]

Color and Sight

Myra loved colors. since she was a girl, she thought they were beautiful, passionate and inspiring. Her favorite was seeing colors in people, seeing it shine bright with emotion and darker with exhaustion. The only issue is she sees colors in few people and Myra can see even less than colors due to being blind. It was rare to see colors in people, but her dad dark was a lovely blue and her friend lavender. Myra tends to gravitate more towards people with color, something about those people drew her in like a moth to a flame. Curious about why they had a color, curious as to why it was a certain color.  

But today her dad was a dark blue, his color was sour in her eyes. “Dad, what’s wrong?” Myra asked as she ate her breakfast and tested her friend Leane that was about to pick her up to take her to work. Although it was her dad's company, and she was his secretary; she hated feeling like it was too much nepotism and or a pity job due to her inability to see.  

“There’s a new branch starting today that’s here to help the company. It's all about money stuff, things in not the best at so I'm just stressed. I hope our accounting has been up to par.” Myra’s dad huffed out and grabbed a bagel she had just finished toasting for him.  

“Oh, that does sound intimidating, I thought they were coming next week though, that’s what I have on our calendar.” She double checked before they left for the weekend.  

“Yes, but one of the guys on the team has a wedding so apparently, they bumped it up with little notice.” her dad grunted, came to give her a kiss on the forehead and muttered, “I’m getting in there early to get ready. I’ll see you soon.” and took off toward the garage.  

“Bye dad!” Myra hollered as she finished her food. Myra barely had time to clean her plate off when her friend Leane entered the front door.  

“Here, Leane! I'm finishing up” Myra was feeling the tension of anxiety bubble in her stomach due to what her dad has told her and was ready to get to the office herself. Myra saw a slash of bright lavender enter the area, and she couldn't help but smile at the calm tone washed over her.  

“Hey girl, missed you.” the lavender blob came to her face and she felt a kiss on her head. “Missed you too, Lea. Hope you had an amazing weekend.” Myra answered back and reached her hand out to touch her friends face.  

Leane’s face was built of sharp bones and round face and it was a comfort to feel her beauty, her mixed hair bounced when she tugged a strand and Leane let out a small laugh. “Let's get you to work.” Lean smiled against her friend and grabbed her arm to help her up to the car.  

Myra was quick to tell Leane of the situation at work, and they talked out scenarios and it helped Myra be put at ease having a better sense of what she could do.  

Myra was so thankful for Leane, they’ve been friends since 4th grade and Myra was able to get around school so much easier having her calm best friend. Always looking out, knowing what she needs and being her comfort when she needs touch. Myra has some anxiety issues and Leane was always there seeming to know exactly what she needed. So thankful.  

~ 

Myra arrived to her desk and said hi to her usual people and stopped to get a coffee on her way. There was a new scent in the office, musky with winter evergreen hint. It was strong, but it smelled delicious. Did someone get a new air freshener in the office? Myra’s scent and sound and intuition made up so much for her sight that new air fresheners like that tended to surprise her at times.  

Humming, Myra started to unpack at her desk when she hears her father's voice mixed with another deep voice. Oh shit. Is that the auditor already? Jeez maybe I should’ve left with dad. Myra thought as she straightens up her desk even more, and tucked her hair behind her ear with an anxious rush. She didn't want this to go badly for her dad or his company.  

The door started to open and the smell that came from the room made Myra’s head spin. She sat up straight and turned her body toward the door.  

“Myra, this is Cameron. He's going to be the financial auditor checking out the accounting team.” Her dad said as they came closer to her desk.  

“Lovely to meet you, Cam.” Myra said, shorting his name on instinct having known past Camerons.  

“Hmm..” He ground out. “It's Cameron.” his voice is deep and gravely like her barley talks. “So, what your receptionist can't be bothered to look me in the eye?” He must have been talking to her dad now, but Myra answered for her dad. This man's rudeness making her anxiousness vanish.  

“The Secretary is blind, and she sees more than you know.” Did Myra mention Cameron had a color and it was the most beautiful color, her favorite color, sea green. And it seemed to be changing colors as they talked. It went from a dark sea green with her father to a bright sea green when he started talking to her. It was fascinating and she was so intrigued, between his smell and his color(s) even his voice. But he was rude and she didn't like rude people.  

“Yes, Myra my daughter is blind. But she’s the best secretary I've had. No let’s move on.” Her dad trying to defuse the situation as always. “Hmm.” is all he has the nerve to say. Myra rolled her eyes at them both and moved her body forward, she heard steps and felt her shoulders slump in relief, and she closed her eyes.  

Suddenly there was heat hear her, and she straightened up again, her eyes snapping open. “Hmm” she heard again, even though she already knew it was him. “Sorry if I offended.” he said softly to her, like it was just for her to hear. Then the heat was gone, and all Myra could think was holy shit, as his footsteps followed her dads. He had her head in a spin, she didn't notice he didn't leave with her dad.  

I wonder what his face feels like, Myra sighed and signed in to her computer and started the work day.  

~~  

Lunch, her favorite time. She got to gossip with the other departments and she wanted the info on the new guy.  

“Here baby,” She felt her arm get grabbed by Sandra older lady she usually sits with that works in HR and lead her through the line. It was always sweet when someone went out of their way to help her.  

They sat down and she heard other people were already at the table chatting and by the sounds of it Cameron and his partner Jacob were both ‘sexy hunks’ according to Anthony her gay work bestie.  

“I mean listen Myra Jacob is my soul mate I swear if he wasn't getting married giiirrl, I'd go there. Jacob is the talker, blonde blue eyes and Cameron is the silent tall dark and handsome with some green eyes. He doesn't say much to anyone at all, but he's nice to look at.” Anthony said.  

Myra found that surprising by their encounter, but kept silent at the information. Maybe he meant the sorry and that’s why he said it. No point making it a thing, worse has happened to her before that no one has apologized for.  

Myra was going to ask more about Jacob when Anthony cut her off and said, “Shut up Myra here they come.” Myra rolled her eyes again, today will be the death of her. But she let out a small laugh at the same time at her friend's eagerness when she heard steps behind her. 

“Ladies and gents, I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Jacob, i just wanted to introduce myself and my college Cameron. We’re from Texas and I'm getting married in a few weeks. We just wanted to say hi since we’ll be seeing you around.” Jacob had no color but his personality was so bright she couldn’t help but smile at his niceness on instinct. Finally, the sea green was in her sight as the must have moved to be seen by the whole table.  

She heard his soft grunt as the table introduced themselves. And the table got quite so she assumed it was her turn, “And I'm Myra, CEO Richards secretary.”  

“Ah, Myra. Nice to meet you, I've heard so much from your father.” Jacob said and Cameron was silent.  

“Nice to meet you as well.” she smiled at him and she couldn't help herself, “Cameron. Nice to be seen by you again.” it was one of her favorite sayings as a blind person.  

“Hmm,” it seemed like that was all he was going to say and there was a small grunt and a “Nice to see you, Myra.” from him. She couldn’t help but smile at his obvious discomfort. 

“Well, we’ll see you guys. We have to move to the next table. Later everyone!” Jacob and the silent sea green blob were gone.  

“BITCH, tell me everything!” Anthony gasped and everyone else at the table laughed.  

[tawnysoup]

You both jump in place for a bit, grinning.

[anna-scribbles]

old doodles from the archives 🫶

[yellowvixen]

week 34: big pant

[chloesimaginationthings]

What’s William Afton’s problem in FNAF….

[noodles-and-tea]

You’ve just got this real magic, capturing the sunshine summer of childhood in the tiny Pines twins. Like I am fully convinced I could show the overcast sky one of your pictures of Stanley and the sky would be like. Pack it up clouds, time to get back to the sun.

Ohh thank you :(((((

[azherwind-art]

I think Apollo doesn't let it go under 20% if he can help it

[shirks-all-responsibilities]

Me: What would happen if I slowed *that moment* down...

Me: 👀👀👀 And um...what if I, um, looped it?

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I...am having THOTS...and thinking about...SITUATIONS...and I... 😵‍💫

Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller in The Last of Us, HBO (Episode 9)

[sherlockggrian]

ariana griande christmas pop album when

[frenchphobe]

griddlehark modern pen pal au where they don’t know each other but are assigned as pen pals for those pen pal projects you get in middle school and it just turns into them sending each other hate mail and somehow they just keep going for several years, even though they dont rly have to

[sleepymarimo]

toji x afab!reader // sfw // fluff

fans never thought race car driver! toji would get married. again.

his first was a spontaneous one, a quick marriage at a shoddy chapel after a win in vegas. three months.

and the second? the daughter of one of his sponsors, a pretty trust fund baby through and through. didn’t last two weeks. minus another wife and a sponsor.

the driver has never been crazy popular- he’s more infamous than anything, reckless. he came from a rich family, but after he decided to pursue racing instead of business, they cut him off completely.

any money he makes is quickly gambled away. when he wins he’ll throw a party as if he actually cares, but really he’s just floating through life. hell, even his own team (and his already low number of sponsors) consider ending things with him.

so they’re shocked when he starts turning things around, on his best behavior for at least the next year.

crew meetings? he’s there. special appearances? consider him booked.

for a minute they think he’s been in one too many crashes, then you come by the track one day for a special tour, and it all makes sense. he wasn’t trying to impress fans or sponsors, managers or other racers. it’s just you- he’s spent the last year courting you, proving himself, because he’s never wanted someone so bad in his entire life.

and after he wins his next race, he pops down on one knee right then and there, still in his suit and covered with sweat.

his popularity grows after that, fans all over wearing his number, cheering him on. more sponsors beg for a chance, more races are won, and everything is just better.

it’s the longest marriage he’s ever been in. he only wants it if it’s with you, after all.

then, less than two years later, he’s watching you through the jumbotron as you shuffle toward your seating area- his only vip- while some fans cheer for you. you’re at the same track he’d proposed, a long coat shrugged over your shoulders and a smile on your face.

when the camera cuts to him, he gives it a wink. a signal.

it’s your cue to shrug off your coat, reveal the growing baby bump you’ve been hiding for the past few months. the cameras are back on you in less than a second, the murmurs of the crowd becoming louder. some fans cheer out of shock, some are envious, but the roar is all the same.

toji is filled with nothing but pride.

his crew pats him on the back, says it’s good luck for the races ahead, but first place be damned. verdant eyes stayed glued to you and he’s so utterly whipped.

he’ll keep racing, even if the thought of retiring early to be with you is a tempting one. at the very least, he can give you a few more kiddos so you won’t be so lonely in the vip section.

[nocek]

Self fulfilling dog dad curse from the previous comic has self-fulfilled!. Threat of promised snoodie from another comic also has been fulfilled. And to tie it all up Deadpool's last visit was either this nsfw dream or just regular pestering.

and oh my god this one took forever >.< Idk if it was some sort of artblock, or I'm loosing like my fixation (oh god please no >.< I don't have a new one) but I don't actually have another comic idea and it's scary >.<

Please keep your fingers crossed I'll get over it >.<

[bacchuschucklefuck]

prayer of the day:

[somegrumpynerd]

Texting the homies for help because you fell asleep and got turned into a living body pillow

[soupysundae]

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