#thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

[musette22]

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! LITERALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[j-restlessgeek]

have a little gift in the form of the joker boys from my zine piece 💚💚💚

kiss kiss <3 Cass

Weeeeeeeee, awwwwwwwwwww. This is so adorable I am gonna cry. Look at them.

Jure who is only a small bit away from falling out. He is waving so sweetly 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. Look at his big smile 🥰🥰. And Kris who is holding onto Jure because we don't want him to fall out. Jan has such a soft smile 🥰🥰🥰.

Awwwwwww look at all those smiles 🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰. So vibrant and warm. Wow you can even see the outfits!!! DETAILS!!! And with how small they are in the whole piece is impressive. Like wow 🥹🥹🥹🤯🤯🤯🤯.

This is such a adorable art style, the fact that this is mostly yellows (👀👀 are these yellows and purple for Nace, who has such a big and sweet smile 🥰🥰🥰🥰) and yet you can still see all the details in their outfits.

Thank you for this gift 💛💛💛💛💛💛😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

P.S. Also you made the Alessandra card 👀👀👀 oh hell yeah, thats my favourite card i knew i know that style from somewhere but at the best will I couldn't remember from where. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee that design slaps. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

👀👀👀👀 now that I know its so obvious, how did I not connect the dots sooner 👀👀👀, one banger of a card and my absolute fav 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

[ryuondaime]

@afacere sent : ❛❛ i would kill myself in such a unique way, that they wouldn’t even wanna report on it... ❜❜

a   huff    ---    the   mere   flutter   of   a   butterfly's   wing    ---    the   elder   has   his   back   turned   .    cutting   up   fruit    ---    specific   orders   and   all   .    not   that   he   particularly   ,   truly   cared   .    her   words   ,    however   ,   are   enough   to   halt   his   movement   momentarily    ---    the   knife's   reflection   waltzing   on   its   blade   as   own   gaze   raises   ,   pins   itself   somewhere   ,   nowhere   .    for   the   fraction   of   a   singular   moment   ,   he   blinks   away   the   remains   of   a   blurred   phantom   ,   a   ghost   he   cannot   catch    ---    one   that   snakes   and   coils   itself   around   his   calloused   palms   ,   etches   itself   into   the   back   of   his   hand   in   bright   ,   shining   crimson   ,   in   vermillion   .    in   his   own   distraction    ---    does   a   deeper   taken   exhale   force   him   to   cough   .    something   flares   up   inside   him   ,   alike   embers   yet   refusing   to   yield    ---    yet   to   flicker   down   .    glances   deviate    --    glide   lower   .    whitened   knuckles   ,   tightly   wrapped   around   the   handle   .    if   it's   not   a   sickness   ,   it   will   be   his   own   anger   ,   poisoning   him   in   the   end   .    the   static   ,   that   drowns   him   ,   floods   a   system   too   tired   to   continue   .    he   should   know   better   ,   after   all   these   years   ,   he   thinks   .

    own   grip   releases   the   tool   gently   ,   before   he   turns   to   face   her    ---    as   the   golden   hour   spills   through   the   windows   ,   weaves   a   web   that   stretches   across   her   .    over   these   years   ,   familiar   faces   evoked   a   melancholy   ,   devoid   of   its   usual   bitterness   .    as   it   all   slipped   through   his   hands   ,   through   the   crevices   of   his   heart    ---    the   sun's   farewell   colours   it   in   a   hue   ,   too   saccharine   .   okinawan   amber   .    still   ,   he   wonders   .    would   that   have   been   enough   ,   enough   to   wash   him   off   his   mortal   sin   ?    atone   for   what   knew   no   forgiveness   ?    arms   crossed   against   his   chest    ---    her   hair   ,   a   firework   of   spider   lilies   blooming   .    "    it's   funny   ,       "       ,    contemplating   and   low   ,   his   tone   waltzes   a   scale   of   the   gentlest   keys   of   a   piano   ,    "    all   this   talk   about   death   .    "    .       head   tilts   ,   awfully   aware   of   the   weight   behind   his   words   .    tact   follows   up   a   beat   too   late   for   him   sometimes   .       "    most   of   what   i   said   about   death   ,   has   never   been   in   the   form   of   words   .       "    ,    a   chuckle    --    resembling   a   mere   voiced   ,   huff   ,   a   sigh   .    he   picks   it   up   again   ,   his   lost   gaze   .    wants   to   shake   off   this   awful   curse    ---    put   down   all   this   shame   once   and   for   all   .    "    you   sure   that's   the   best   way   to   express   your   uniqueness   ?    "    ,    body   turns   anew   ,   before   he   shoots   her   a   rather   amused   ,   casual   glance   over   his   shoulder   .    the   tension    ---    having   melted   off   his   face   ,   like   dew   caught   at   dawn   .   kiryu   pulls   his   attention   towards   the   cutting   board   in   front   .    his   swift   motions   are   only   broken   by   the   loud   crack   of   wood    ---    causing   the   male   to   freeze   ;    "    damn   .    "    ,    a   mutter   ,   a   shake   of   his   head   .    "    broke   it   again   .    "    

[wanderingblindly]

Woop sorry I sent in a duplicate! Can you do discreet for landoscar? Totally opposite vibe of the pr nightmare boys

no worries, seriously!!!!!! I had to ask someone what classified as discreet (and got dragged for it, rude. you know who you are), so I hope a sneaky little office smooch counts!! Links to prompts ^^

Tech Support

"Back again?"

Lando's voice floats through the office, quiet on a Friday afternoon.

"You know me, tech-nologic-ly challenged." He butchers the pronunciation on purpose, just like he does every other time he comes by.

Oscar can hear that he's smiling, probably flashing a quick wink to the women sat nearest the doors. And, just like most other Fridays, he hears the confident tap of his overly-expensive shoes on the short-pile carpet, growing nearer and nearer, until:

"Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Piastri." Lando pokes his head into his cubicle entryway, a sharp smile on his lips.

"Most people stay at their desk while they're working, actually," Oscar replies, spinning his chair around to look at him – watching him step into his space with an exaggerated stride, laptop gleefully extended Oscar's direction.

"Can't work like this, can I?"

"Is it turning on?" Oscar furrows his brow, rolling forward a bit to take it from Lando's hand.

"Nope," He's still smiling, popping the p like some chipper little kid. "If only someone knew how to fix it," He crouches down next to Oscar's desk, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Oscar tries to shoot him a withering glare, placing the laptop next to his keyboard. He tries, really he tries, but when Lando flutters his lashes at him like that – when he's wearing that pale pink shirt that makes his skin and eyes look so bright, it's just.

God, it's a losing battle, isn't it?

"You didn't spill coffee on it this time?" He asks, already sounding more resigned than standard-politeness would allow. But it's Lando, after all.

Case in point: Lando gasps in offense, furrowing his brows and laying a hand over his chest. "I've never –"

"Yeah, you did, mate. Last week."

"But –"

"And in… August?"

"That was –"

"And June," Oscar continues listing mindlessly, more focused on looking for his charger – mostly focused on not looking at Lando. Things don't tend to end professionally when he looks at Lando.

"Fine," Lando huffs, shifting a little closer as Oscar plugs in his laptop. "I didn't spill coffee on it, promise." Oscar can't help but smile at it, sparing Lando a glance out of the corner of his eye.

Big mistake.

He's pouting. He's looking up at him and pouting. Oscar's mouth runs dry, hands freezing – one hovering over the laptop's keys, the other still holding the charger into the port.

"Oh!" Lando exclaims, eyes going large and over-excited. "You fixed it!"

Oh. Oscar looks over at the display, the start-up functions flashing across the screen. It's one of those visits. His face flares red at the realization – one that probably shouldn't take him this long after so many weeks of their usual back and forth, and yet it hits him every time.

Just loud enough for those nearby to hear: "You're the best, mate."

He stands up, straightening his trousers with the back of his hand. And, as Lando bends over towards him – low enough to hide behind the cubicle walls – he whispers, just loudly enough for Oscar: "Thanks, Osc."

All Oscar can see is his smile, heart shaped and enamoring, before he presses a kiss to his cheek.

"See you next time?" He pulls away with a wink, grabs his laptop and acts like nothing happened – just like every other time this happens.

Oscar's cheek burns where Lando's lips grazed it, like he'd branded him. "Uh, yeah. Next time."

[sleep-nurse]

here is art...

it was deemed not shit...

not too shit at least

(why the thang look so unamused tho ,_,)

OMG A Y()HUYT)WYTHU/TKJBEW THAT LOKS SO GOOD?????????????^??^?^^????^^?

[icewavex]

YOURE ART IS SCRUMPTIOUSSSSSSSSDS FFDFGVCGGGG ITS A 10/10OUT OF 10 PANCAKESSS THATS A VERY GOOOD THINGGG

OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU SO SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAA YOU JUST MADE MY DAY :DDDDDDDDDDDDD

[garyfischy]

STARTS CRYING

[eyesofcuriosity]

😆 - You always make me laugh!

💙 - I love your muses!

🤎 - Your characters are well developed and deserve more love!

🖤 - Your OCs are valid and important!

/I knew sending you Lepi was a right choice to get extra points!!!!

[j-restlessgeek]

🚂💛🧡❤🧡💛 it's a love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! 🫶🫶🫶

Awwwwwwww thank you 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

[datchscursedblog]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I LOVE THIS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

🖤Ocho x Bobert🤍

[calaverage]

WELCOME BACK CAL :)))))

@rue-in-hatchetfield

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Look at you sending a whole message that's spelled correctly! A win for both of us!

[enden-agolor]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU no but I’ve been reading recovery since summer 22 and that fanfic RUINED the other ones for me bc it’s that good like I couldn’t read another that wasn’t as detailed and just… as good as recovery AND since then you’ve just been pumping out jesskas content and it’s wonderful and 😍😍 GAY MEN IN LOOOOOVE

Thank you 🥹 And oh yes, I remember seeing you around for quite a while!! That's honestly so wonderful to hear that you liked the fic that much, like AHHH that just makes me so happy know. I'm so glad you are able to find enjoyment out of my silly gay block man content, and thank you so much for the support over the years, it will never go unappreciated 🫶🩵

[the-glory-regiment]

heyyyy

do you write/know any fanfics or headcannons for glory?

thanks love <33

Yes! I do write some things, I have a few of my fics from the past year on Ao3. I wrote some Bluefour (the name I gave to the 4 boys: Trip, Searles, Rawlins and Sharts) fics as well as some Trearles, as they are my main interest. I had also written a short but fluffy Shaforbes, because well...its the most popular ship in this small little fandom xD

There's some fics on Ao3, though they are mostly Shaw/Forbes. Don't get me wrong, I love that, but we really need some more angst (and Trearles someone please write for Trearles, God I love them so much) please I beg ALL of youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

There are some on fanfiction.net, some really great ones. I love those and I want you all to read them, so I'll be linking them.

The Fall of Shaw, a glory fanfic | FanFiction

Timor Mortis, a glory fanfic | FanFiction (This one contains some graphic details about corpses, btw)

As for my headcanons...boy do I have a lot from my obsession last year. My first one I think about is ADHD Trip. This one I could elaborate on more but that's for a different post ":) Then ASD Searles, I also think he's Achillean! Actually you know what here are myBluefour sexuality hcs:

Searles - Gay (Claims the male physique is very attractive, has gotten some weird looks. Never shown interest in women before and sees them as friends rather than potential partners. Just a man-liker in general)

Trip - Also gay, just doesn't realize it ┐(´ー｀)┌

Sharts - Bisexual. Just a curious little guy

Rawlins - Heteroflexible, I liked the idea of him in the original script as having a wife and children, and tbh it's too cute. I do see him forming a very very close bond to another man, one that can be considered romantic.

Some of my other headcanons include a post-Fort Wagner Colonel Forbes, he sort of grows depressed and other angsty things, but he gets through it trust! Also, hc that he is just an alcoholic.

Sharts and Rawlins father-son dynamic very true in my heart. I also hc that they both survived Fort Wagner (Trip and Searles die, just as meant to happen), after that they grow even closer.

I have so many other headcanons, I just can't remember them all. I had them all in a chat with a person I no longer associate with, so a good chunk of the written stuff is gone :( But I'm sure I'll remember when I watch the movie again.

Thank you for asking, I needed a post to start getting back into the blog! Love yoouuuu 💙💙

[wish-i-were-heather]

CONGRATS ON 400!!

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

[miyakuli]

Knock knock!✊ You received this message because your blog made someone's day!❤ Now send this to 10 other bloggers you think, they make your day.💌 If you get 4 back, you are a wonderful blogger!!! ✨(and merry christmas :D)

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, you're such a cutie pie <33333

[curseweb-www]

Water for you!! ^^

thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu