#taking small steps though

[fyeaheddiemunson]

...interesting

[insecuregodcomplex]

you know what id like to see. little sprinklings of soft ways they show up for each other. im not expecting much on a ship front tonight — in my mind i would just love to see hand holding, and a press of a touch on a back for grounding, and eyes on each other (ones eyes on the other in particular) for check ins and things like that because they care regardless of what they are. additionally i would love to see it paralleled with madney and henren actions

[ritoryb]

did god still love you at the end?

second part of this which was meant to make things a bit clearer. i feel like it came out ok but it just seemed awkward with two. well take both but pretend you only saw the first one.

[orangedogsquad]

I went out with Henry on a suburb walk for the first time in a while, and he did better than I was expecting! He was definitely amped up and on alert, but despite that he was checking in and responsive throughout. Hopefully we can do this more frequently and build up some more confidence for this lil boy

[milolunde]

If Fairy World oeprates on schooling and being tall enough for the job (ex. Cookie's Court; A New Wish) maybe Peri turned down dentistry because he was too short

[alice-the-potato]

I noticed that there are very few people talking about Bill Hanks and Elly, so I was wondering what Clover thinks of them.

For Bill Hanks They're friends but they're not really close. They work well together but aside from that they don't talk too much, since they're both busy and their schedules don't overlap much.

They both end up at the hospital a lot though XD She's juuuust barely careful enough not to pass out, while Bill...

Lee Yau hates them lol

For Elly Cole

They're good friends, especially since she's already close to Ella, and she visits May around lunch time, when Elly is already at the school.

Clover tries to get her to hang out and have fun sometimes, since she's always doing housework and she needs to be taken care of too

Grown ass woman making 🥺 faces

[icewindandboringhorror]

If you became super rich and could design your own house, but could only add THREE unnecessary/random/expensive home additions (like how people will have bowling alleys, movie theatres, closets with museums of shoes, car display rooms, spa rooms, wine cellars, etc. in their mansions) - what three would you choose?

[fantasticalleigh]

my local postal clerk is the nicest guy and is very staunch on customers saying hello when they enter the post office as a principle of making it really feel like a neighborhood and he's so right and i always greet him when/if i approach the counter but mostly i go inside super fast to drop packages off and it goes against my entire being to walk into any place and announce "hello!" while people are focused on their own thing and i hope he doesn't think i'm cold or snobby but i do smile though. like i'll smile at all the clerks if they look up and i feel that should count because i genuinely appreciate what they do but they're usually busy when i walk in and attending to customers and i feel it's just so rude to walk in and say "hello!" when they're talking to someone else

[arcade-confetti]

Talia saying Jason with 24 hours and a survival kit, fresh from the pit, couldn't be tracked by Ra's is interesting

And oopsies I liveblogged all of lost days in the tags of this post

[thedailyvio]

New Year, new update

This makes 7 years completed? And onto 8

Goals for '25?

I think I'd like to build my mental library more and Finally study something for once

Probably would like to work on my technique a bit more so I can be more comfortable drawing too? I kind of always need to refine something with 3+ passes to feel comfortable with it, but I'd like to get to a place where I can draw a bit more simply for not-grand pieces at least

A lot of things are up in the air right now for how much I'm going to be able to commit to art this year, so I can't predict what I'll have space for

However, I think while I'm going to stick to weekly posting for now (this will only change if I move back to desktop art more predominantly and I don't foresee this for awhile) I do want to try and post on the last day of each month also To better keep each everything in its proper month at least

[dandyshucks]

we leave in five days and i've literally not thought about packing at all except "i need to finish this Guz plushie so I can bring him along" 😭😭 bro do u think ur going to get through 9 days with the clothes on ur back and ur special lil guy ???? HFDSJKL

[ravangie]

have you ever drawn your human fem!shrek with fiona? i have been dying for some lesbian shrek content since danny cragg made a comic about it a couple years ago

Hi!

No, I haven't drawn Fiona, with or without Shrek, YET. But I am going to, there's absolutely no doubt about it. I'm just slowly gathering up my courage for such deed over here

[vanillabat99]

I went to the dentist today (it went fine) and while my mom was at reception, I overheard the cost of my appointment. My parents don't tell me the numbers because they don't want me to feel guilty, but I do feel guilty about it. Both of my parents have jobs and things were finally starting to get better financially for us, and now I feel like I'm making them throw all of that away.

They have to take so much time off work to take me to appointments, they have to pay for everything, they worry about me, and I can't even wash my own hair. I know they will always love me, and they have made it very clear I can stay at home as long as I need. I just feel like I'm not doing enough, or anything really.

[barbieandkento]

₍^. .^₎⟆ synposis: a little girl suddenly grabs nanami's legs in the park, insisting that he's a prince. he's not, but he can certainly act as the prince charming to the girl's beautiful single mother being harassed by a stranger. word count: 1.5k

nanami can feel his spine practically collapsing in on itself, the exhaustion of the week still hanging heavy.

one too many curses, late night assignments, his damn shower not working for a full 24 hours followed by his air conditioning... the sweltering July heat doesn't make things better, his head resting against the cool window of the bus as the vehicle slows to his stop.

finally.

the only thing that's been keeping him going has been the thought of grabbing lunch at his favorite soba place, a hole-in-the-wall only twenty minutes from his apartment.

stepping off, he takes in the sounds of the rushing water of the fountain and giggling children from the park nearby. it's a hazy Saturday afternoon, and the park is filled with exhausted parents and over excited toddlers zooming across the playground. a few dogs trot behind their owners on the track, a teenage couple nearly knocks him over as they attempt to maneuver a two-seater bicycle together, and-

someone grabs his leg.

looking down, he sees a small child - no older than two years old - grabbing onto his right leg for dear life. his eyes immediately soften, before looking up to look for her parent. not seeing anyone who might fit the bill, he crouches down to meet the little girl's eyeline.

"yes?"

"prince." she responds, tugging the fabric of his trousers.

the comment completely catches him off guard, eyes blinks a few times in silence, before he snaps back into responding.

"prince?"

"you a prince?" she mumbles again, eyes sparkling with fascination, and it causes a small smile to break out across his lips.

"a prince? I... I don't think so."

she frowns at his response, the most adorable huff being exclaimed as she shakes her ways sideways at his denial.

"no. you prince. from book."

a beat passes as nanami wrestles with himself on how to respond to this little girl adamant that he is some kind of royalty, before the girl suddenly raises her arms and stares at him sweetly.

"up please."

though slightly hesitating, he carefully gathers the girl into his arms and pulls her up to his eye level. her right hand comes to rest on his shoulder and instinctively, he rocks her up and down, eyes scanning the park again.

"where are your parents..." he mumbles to himself, more than to her, as the girl seems to take fascination with the pattern of the necktie he's wearing. for someone who seems to have lost her parents, he notes, she seems remarkably calm. to passerbys, it'd look like he was her father instead of a stranger suddenly in charge of a toddler.

just as he's beginning to lose hope, a frantic voice rings out from behind him.

"amu!"

nanami swears his heart nearly skips a beat when his eyes focus and settle in on you. your long white skirt trailing behind your legs, eyes golden reflecting the sunlight, a relieved smile on your glossy lips as you come running towards him. the girl in his arms - your daughter, he assumes - starts to wiggle out of his grasp and he has to tell his momentarily stunned brain to let the child down.

once he does, the little girl is taken into your embrace in one fell swoop, your knees on the dirt floor. you let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling your daughter's warm body in your embrace, before your hands come up to her face. scanning it for any injuries, and a worried scowl on your lips.

"amu, why would you run away without telling me where you were going? i was worried sick!"

your daughter just shrugs, pointing one finger at the man you've not gotten a proper look at.

"prince."

confused, you look to your right, locking eyes with the six foot something god of a man standing next to you. broad shoulders, muscular physique, blonde sweat slicked hair and sharp jawline. he's impeccably dressed despite the heat, brown linen pants and a breezy white shirt, and you almost forget what your daughter has just said before realization sweeps over you like a tidal wave.

"I am... so sorry." you mumble out, bowing immediately.

"it's quite alright." the handsome stranger says, but you can only feel your  embarrassment worsen when you realize amu has probably called him a prince to his face.

"she, uh.... thinks you're the prince from her favorite storybook that I read her every night-" you mumble off, hoping to explain away this mortifying situation.

ah. nanami thinks. that makes a lot more sense.

he could cut you off, he supposes, but a part of him likes seeing a beautiful woman get flustered in front of him.

"i also didn't think she'd run away from me whilst I was dealing with a creep harassing me for my number, so, again, I deeply, deeply apologize-"

"please, no apologies necessary." he smiles, lowering his glasses so he can properly look into your eyes. from this angle, he realizes, he can see how perfectly the dress you're wearing hugs your neckline and count the odd bits of hair sticking out from the sides of your ears. you're beyond attractive. "amu was very well-behaved."

you relax at the stranger's kind words, gathering your courage to ask him for his name.

"thank you, mr...?"

"nanami. nanami kento."

"(l/n). (l/n) (y/n)."

the shy and quiet atmosphere is shattered by the sound of nearby footsteps, and the unwelcomed voice of the creep you thought you'd abandoned rings out from behind you again.

"there you are, gorgeous. thought i'd let you reject me that easily?"

amu darts away to hide her face in between your legs, as if sensing the danger in the air, as you turn around with an exasperated look on your face.

"I told you, sir, I'm not interested." you mutter through gritted teeth.

the 50 something year old man is persistent, stepping in even closer, the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume overwhelming your senses. he even extends a hairy hand forward to try and grab your arm as he speaks, cooing at you.

"ah, come on. single mom like you? you know you can't raise a kid all by yourse-"

his hand stops a few inches from you when a tall figure suddenly steps in between the two of you, and when the old man yelps in pain, you realize it's nanami whose large hand has intercepted the creep's touch. all the warmth and gentleness that he was speaking with moments ago is gone, his sculpted face now stoic and emotionless as he burns holes into the man's head.

"don't touch her." nanami's seething, voice low and so cold that it sends a chill down your spine.

"and who the hell are you?" the man sputters, surprised by the sudden strength at which nanami is grabbing him.

nanami's response comes out without him thinking.

"i'm her damn husband."

you have to suppress your gasp of surprise, heart thundering inside your chest, as his tall figure doesn't waver whilst standing protectively between you and the stranger.

"and i refuse to tolerate such disgusting behavior against her, especially in front of my daughter." his tone leaves no room for argument, his muscles flexing under his shirt with each aggreived breath he takes.

"so i suggest you leave."

nanami shakes off the man's hand, forceful and strong. the look in his eyes is murderous.

"now."

you've never seen a man run so fast in your life, the man not even bothering to look back as he runs away, nearly tripping over his feet.

as the man disappears into the distance, you let out a shaky breath that you didn't realize you were holding in. letting cold air filling your lungs, your shoulders naturally relaxing downwards.

amu, sensing that the danger has gone, looks up at you then at nanami, before she bolts away from between your legs and her small fingers are grasping at nanami's left hand.

"da....ddy?" she mumbles out, unsure, but looking up at him with so much hope that all nanami can think to do is smile back.

you blink, brain freezing for a few moments, before you're gently pulling amu back into your arms and full on bowing in apology.

"I'm so sorry, kento san, i didn't think she'd uh, say all that-" you're mumbling nonsense, gaze on everything but him, and you're not sure if it's just hot outside or if the internal burning you're feeling is from the devastating embarrassment.

to your surprise, he just chuckles.

"would it be impolite to say i didn't mind?" nanami replies cooly, hands tucking into his pants. it gives you the courage to stare up at him, mouth open in shock, as he continues to explain himself.

"if anything, i apologise for introducing myself as your husband." he adds, sheepish. "i only meant to make the man disappear, but i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by insinuating we were married."

it's your turn to smile slowly, jittery nerves and all.

"would it be impolite to say I didn't mind?" you repeat after him.

and you swear you've never seen a more beautiful sight than how brilliantly his face lights up at your response.

"... would you two like accompany me to lunch? i was about to head to a wonderful soba restaurant just around the corner."

you stand up straight, fingers light and tingling with excitement.

"only if it wouldn't be a bother."

he waves off your worries.

"it'd be a pleasure."

amu, sensing a lull in the conversation, circles around your legs to grab nanami's hand again.

but this time, she looks back at you with her other hand outstretched.

"mama coming?" she asks, voice quiet, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

"yes, is mama coming?" nanami adds, a hint of teasing to his question.

you resist the urge to smile even wider.

"coming."

a/n: mainly a clean out of my drafts! not sure how much i like how this turned out but i think it's kind of a cute idea and i know you guys appreciate me posting anything than nothing at all. thank you for all the love for on the other fics and for getting my blog to over 600 followers already, i'm so blessed x i hope this wasn't too bad to read haha.

ᯓ★ likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! ᯓ★

[medicinemane]

Ok, the part of the endless stair that I actually designed seems to all be in other than the cave stuff at the very top cause that requires putting in the redstone, and also getting out onto the side of the mountain... neither of which I remotely feel like doing today cause my insomnia means I'm still awake and pretty tired

I'll have to go back over all the schematics once I've got everything in and confirm that I'm not missing a block here or there (I actually found a missing gilded blackstone in a totally other part of the base, so that just shows how easy it is to miss stuff), but then I'll be done

So not bad, having got like 25 layers at a shallow slope designed, and then putting more or less the whole thing in all in one go

Told you this was the easy part

[rawme-price]

Ghost who whenever hes on leave at his apartment, hes constantly tortured by the delicious meals his neighbor cooks.

Nearly every night at six, the delicate smell of tomatoes, cheese, spices, meats. It all fills his apartment, a subtle smell that still has ghosts mouth watering. He tries to guess what ur cooking each night, stomach growling in interest.

What he doesnt know is that you also can smell his dinners. Every damn night, some sort of instant Ramen. The occasional frozen pizza before he dissappears for a time, youve noticed. It drives you crazy, because you occasionally see ghost just as hes leaving his apartment or coming back. And he looked tired in the way u know from experience happens when you eat like shit.

So, you take matters into ur own hands.

The next night, ghost hovers around his kitchen, morose to eat more Ramen when delicious food is so close yet so far away. It smells amazing tonight. Like it always does. Just as ghost fills the cup with water, a knock sounds at his door. Tentative but sure.

"Hey," you stand in front of him, an apron pinched around your waist. Ghost reminds himself its rude to eye up a stranger "we've never officially met. Im your neighbor, 23-B. I uhm- i had some plans with friends, but they canceled and ive made way too much food."

The practiced story flows easily from your mouth, and you note how ghost seems to perk up at the mention of ur food. "Usually id just have leftovers, but its alfredo and the sauce is best served fresh. Do you uh- wanna have some?"

Ghost doesnt say anything, but he nods.

Inside your apartment is smells even better. Garlic, parmesean, seasonings he cant quite identify. Its heaven on earth, has his eyes fluttering at just the taste in the air. He watches you finish up the sauce, admires how confident you are in each movement.

Its the best damn food ghost has ever had. You serve him, dont question when he turns around to eat. He does tell you what he thinks though "best fuckin' meal ive had, love."

He insists on doing dishes, "a small thanks. Let me, go sit down." Ghost practically bats you away when you at least try to dry the dishes. When he steps out that night, stomach full and satisfied for once, you bite the bullet.

"I've got some extra steak that needs to be cooked this week. Will you be here tomorrow?"

Ghost nods, mutters a thanks and ducks back into his apartment. Silently, he wonders if you'd be willing to entertain a date.