#they're just pretty and relaxing

[rosecandyart]

Here we go again *cracks knuckles*

Yes, it's a recolor. No, I don't care. She's so colorful and beautiful, I love her. She's covered in flowers and has a flower crown, that is all that she needs to win me over (she also needs to just exist). Also, I love how Big Man and Frye look too, they're adorable.

These outfits are absolutely adorable. Look at the soft, pretty colors! Look at the egg on Marie's head! Look at the striped leggings! I hope Callie gets pink gloves, that'll be adorable. Probably my favorite SS Splatfest outfits because I love the variance in their colors.

OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD IT IS TIME TO FREAK OUT PUNK PEARL IS FINALLY REAL WE GOT PAID OMGGGGHG SHE LOOKS AMAZING SHE IS EVERYTHING SHE IS THE MOMENT MARINA LOOKS AMAZING TOO AAAAAAA

[yesokayiknow]

human au. some of these guys spend too much time on here and it shows

[cator99]

out of curiosity, would you consider yourself butch?

used to be a blonde underweight twink and now I'm a based jock still got the chanel bag and the sick albeit matured mind of a suckpig to prove it so I'm gonna let you decide whether you wanna call me that word just cuz I got a pussy and short hair. I promise you that there have been enough advancements made in the art of lesbian sexual dynamics in the past 50 years to broaden the vocabulary used to describe the plethora of types of masculine females.

[coldshrugs]

ffxivwrite - prompt 6: halcyon

characters: mikoto jinba x io laithe (wol) word count: 1412 rating: mature; sensual/sexual content summary: in their downtime between unearthing ivalician myth, io and mikoto spend an evening at kugane's hot spring.

“Is this the way it’s done?” Io looks up from the middle of the Hot Spring, large eyes seeking Mikoto’s reassurance that she is preparing their rice wine bath correctly.

Kugane’s crimson sunset catches on the rivulet of sake flowing from the bottle Io holds. The light is in her hair too, and on her skin, kissing her edges orange and red as she kneels in the water. As etiquette decrees, Io’s thin gauze wrap hangs from a pillar at the water’s edge—clothing is not allowed in the baths.

Mikoto hangs her wrap with Io’s and wades into the comfortably warm water, carrying two porcelain cups and her own bottle of sake. Hells if she knows the right way to pour it, she’s never been here either.

“It seems an appropriate technique. At least, I can think of no better way.”

Io’s laugh is light as she empties the bottle into the shallow, private pool. The steam takes on a soft aroma, honeysuckle and pear, and perhaps the proprietor was onto something when he raved about how relaxing these baths could be. Io tugs at her wrist. “Come on, sit. It’s been a long day in an even longer week. We deserve a break, and I want to hear everything you know about my friends before their accolades. And learn more about you too?”

Mikoto’s thighs break the water with a little splash. She doesn’t look at the droplets sprayed on Io’s arms. That would be inappropriate, since their acquaintanceship was founded on a professional, academic basis. And she certainly doesn’t notice the ones on her chest, collecting into tiny streams that run south until they drop from her—

“Shall I fill the cups?!” Mikoto quickly arranges the small cups on the stone lining the pool's edge, pouring each to the brim. “I can assure you, on the subject of your friends, I was little more than a hanger-on. My time at the Studium was less than exciting, which is why I am venturing farther afield for research that sparks my interest.”

Io takes up a cup. “While I’ve no formal education, I understand the desire to expand one’s horizons. Quite intimately, in fact. To venturing farther afield?”

Mikoto mirrors her, unable to stop the pull of an embarrassingly obvious smile. It must be the joyful click of their toast, that’s all. She pays no mind to the point their knees meet beneath the water. “To venturing farther afield.”

Warmed by the steam, the sake is full, sweet, and easy to sip. The flavor leaves her tongue quickly after each pull, and it is not long before they are each pouring a second cup as their conversation leaves Sharlayan, and a third as they land on relatives. They take that one as an ill-advised shot, agreeing that Kugane is a terrible place to discuss sisterhood.

It’s true these last few weeks have been tiresome. Traveling to Dalmasca, close calls in Rabanastre, and all the documentation in between. That is to say nothing of the familial melodrama of their hosts. Alma suggested they take the weekend to explore Kugane like the average tourist, even going so far as to book their lodging at the Bokaisen Inn. Mikoto thought Io’s quick acceptance was out of politeness, but she’d been in decent spirits as they took in a local theater show and toured the castle gardens yesterday. They spent today combing the markets for obscure trinkets, with Io occasionally dragging her to the next stall by the hand, an adorable rush of intrigue lighting up her face. On their way back to their rooms, Amaji, the proprietor of the Bokaisen Hot Springs, convinced them to have a bath.

When in Kugane…

Io readjusts her legs with another splash. She leans against the low stone, so close to Mikoto that Io’s leg almost overlaps her own. Ripples dampen new bits of their skin, fresh places for the last sliver of sunlight to hang on. Maybe she is imagining Io studying the molten shine on her scales, her expression filling with a soft kind of awe.

Mikoto inhales, taking this opportunity to let her gaze linger on Io’s freckled form as well. There is so much of her; lean arms and long legs, shoulders set in an effortless elegance, and (Mikoto sucks in her bottom lip) the darkened peaks of her exposed chest, stiffened by the evening air. The image flashes in her mind—her tongue on Io’s skin. Would she taste of soft, ripe fruit, like the sake they drink, or the warm water in which they soak?

Best not to let her mind wander to what is under the water…

Their eyes lock through the thin steam. Mikoto’s mouth goes dry when Io’s lips lift on one side.

“Apologies. The wine has made me rude enough to stare.”

“Well…” Mikoto joins Io in leaning on the stone. Would moving closer be unwelcome? “If you are rude then my sense of decorum is truly lost. It’s difficult to keep up formalities in the state we currently find ourselves.”

Io reaches for the bottle between them and pours the next round. “Then we should simply forget the formalities, no? I would prefer to think of us as friends after our adventure, and surely there are more to come.”

She pauses, and there is something strained in it. Despite her playful delivery, the words are not as light as they sound. “If I may be frank, after Ala Mhigo, I could use a friend’s distraction right now.”

She presses the porcelain cup into Mikoto’s hand. There is no room for guessing when Io’s fingers linger on hers longer than necessary. She traces a winding path over Mikoto’s wrist, delicately gliding along the sensitive edge of her scales.

Mikoto's takes a long, final sip, savoring of the flavor as she looks over Io once more. Io watches her drink, lips parting slightly at the sight, and Mikoto cannot believe her luck. She feels certain about her next action.

The cup falls against stone and she shifts onto her knees. Like this, she is a few ilms taller than Io. She can easily cradle her cheek, or push the curtain of half-wet hair over her shoulder, or tilt her chin up, firmly, with her palm. She can do all these things from this angle, and Io melts at the touch. Mikoto replies, “A quick evaluation tells me you are already distracted, Io.”

“Perhaps,” Io whispers. She moves forward, one hand on Mikoto’s waist. They are slightly misaligned with Mikoto kneeling over a still-seated Io, but their bodies are pressed close now, skin to wet skin, and she learns Io’s hands roam easily.

Mikoto leans down. Io’s lips part again, wider this time, wanting. Mikoto teases them with hers, the lightest brush, and Io's reaction sends her head spinning. The quiet moan, her hands dipping past Mikoto’s hips, trying to pull her closer by her rear.

“A mutual distraction then. Between friends.”

Mikoto meets her open mouth. It might be Mikoto, or perhaps it's only this brand of touch, but Io is hungry for her. The steam around them is no match for how their kiss burns. Desperate, messy, but neither cares. The kiss travels. Mikoto pushes Io back against the stone and works down her neck, kisses across her clavicle and, finally, drags her tongue across the tight point of her nipple. Sweetwater and salt—the answer to her earlier query. Mikoto takes it into her mouth fully, driven by the sounds Io tries not to make, then gives the other side of her chest equal treatment. Her natural inclination is to move further down, but she realizes they are in water and pauses.

A real kiss now, Io’s full lips demanding hers.

Then Mikoto asks, “Shall we go to your room, or mine?”

...

“‘oto? …you alright, Mikoto?”

She hears her name, though her sense of recognition is hazy. It takes a second or two to blink away the fog and return to the present.

To Io kneeling in the Hot Spring, holding a half-poured bottle of sake. 

“Is this the way it’s done?” Dark, wide eyes that she has already witnessed flutter shut at touches she will make tonight. 

Sometimes she hates her version of this “gift.” Generally speaking, she would rather her Echo function in the same manner as Io’s: catching glimpses of the past, unburdened by and unafraid of the future.

Tonight, however, Mikoto is grateful for the certainty.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Hey so I'm curious, if y'all have ever thought about this reblog/tags/notes with your favorite spell casting sound (the little music notes/sounds that play as you cast a spell)

[pineapple-frenzy]

Jeonghan thinks he's """"tHe NoRmAl One"""

[insomnikat-mused]

I'd like to see you do Tsunade and Ino for the blorbo bingo :)

And, I have a question.

What Naruto characters do you dislike?

Hi, friend! Using this blorbo bingo template:

Did I absolutely dislike everything she represented as a shounen character design when she was first introduced? Yes. Did I associate the negative context of breasting boobily for the longest time to her and hold resentment that she was in a series that consistently introduced super-interesting badass women only to ignore their accomplishments in favor of framing their (solely romantic) role in the male counterpart's development and story arc? Yes.

And I'm not taking evidence-based counter arguments. I'm purely talking about the generally canonical feeling that she was designed for boys (men) to 'safely' oggle at while pretty much every other female character was underage pre-Shippuden.

I like Ino because she is the only "main" female character to overcome the kunoichi curse of being loyal to that one guy she had a crush on from childhood and actually grow up and move on to a much healthier relationship with a GOOD family dynamic in which she's clearly established and respected as the clan leader. My headcanons of her are mostly how she'd look around at every other kunoichi (mainly Sakura) and go "giiiiirl, that ain't normal. You can't possibly be happy. Leave his ass!"

As for a Naruto character I dislike, it's Iruka. I never understood why so much of fandom believed he was a good, better sensei than Kakashi. And due to the combination of TWO bad beta experiences and just overall bad awful OOC vibes with the Iruka-stans part of fandom, I am DNI with people who post about Iruka and ship him in any way (but especially KakaIru).

[pastafossa]

Hey Pasta! It turns out I'm addicted to drawing Jane and Matt so here they are taking a little stroll and having a chat. I thought it was cute and wanted to share!

WAIT I LOVE THIS THOUGH????? I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

I

LOVE

IT

SO LET'S FUCKING TALK OK

Matt's grey suit? CHECK i love his suits leave me alone BUT I also love the little touch here like the WAY he's holding his cane, I've seen him hold it like this sometimes. My theory is it's when he's comfortable while moving and doesn't need a super tight grip on it cause he has a general idea of what's around or he has a good guide (AND JANE IS HERE SO IT FITS), and I have zero idea if this is the right reasoning, but either way you've got it drawn in here and that was a lovely touch.

Do I dare talk about his perma-stubble???? HIS HAIR??? HIS SMILE AND THE HAPPY BODY LANGUAGE i'm hopeless help me

I think his suit makes a good contrast to Jane here too which i LOVE, LOOK AT THOSE CONVERSE, hair down and relaxed and casual. As much as we see it in TRT (simply because that's where the plot leads), her getting to relax and just have a fun walk and be casual is not something she gets to do often. She's incredibly professional looking when meeting clients and then she's usually wearing cheaper, easy-to-dirty-up clothes when tracking in case she needs to crawl into down a grate cause half the time she's gotta chuck those clothes out. I genuinely enjoy seeing her like this in art, seeing her relaxed in clothes she might actually ENJOY wearing as opposed to necessity, seeing her happy and just chilling and getting a slice of Something Normal, especially with Matt who's kinda in the same boat (not style wise but just in Happy Normal Things territory).

AND HER KEY IS THERE

JUST

LOOK AT THEM SO HAPPY

MY BABIES 😭

Thank you thank you THANK YOU for coming to show me this! I LOVE IT SO MUCH

[dndmilf3]

truly need to start just fucking making my own bras I think bc dear god is it impossible to find ones that look how I want them to with my particular boob shape and size 😔

I shouldn't have to but I can sew and draft patterns so I guess the only way I'll ever have shit that actually fits and supports correctly is if I learn a whole niche sewing thing

[glimmerroo]

I started beading (mainly with seed beads) about a month ago and I'm absolutely loving it. Here are a bunch of bracelets and necklaces I've made!

Spyro-themed choker (above right) is prob my favourite so far.

These last 2 are matching frog rings I made for me and my bff (@lilgnomefella). Surprise! 🐸 Here's what they look like on a fingie:

I followed tutorials for all of these. Made adjustments to a few. I'll link them underneath here 'cause this post is long enough lol.

[gothamcityneedsme]

i can't believe i never posted any of my snk fic. like. i have MULTIPLE NOTEBOOKS of handwritten stuff, and a LOT on my phone but like. i was into snk when i didn't have access to a computer. so almost none of this is typed and so thus also none of it was ever posted.

[six-improbable-things]

Raynes songs always go hard, but the lyrics for Tie Me To The Tracks are something else:

"You showed me what you are but I couldn't believe you. Assumed you were a star, and never really wondered why your eyes were burning red."

"I see the carrion crows, I hear the whistle blow, I know it's coming soon. I'll close my eyes, imagine what the big surprise could be and say goodbye. Wish I didn't have to die, but I'm not gonna see you again."

"You can tie me to the tracks if you wanna. You can stab me in the back, and I'll take a moment to relax cause at least I'm not gonna see you again."

[eikichi-supremacy]

seriously what kind of industrial grade hair spray or product or grease is kuwabara using to keep his pompadour that consistent. his hair is literally never down. Even in official art. One where they're in the hot spring and his hair is perfect. They have a beach episode and it remains untouched. HE SLEEPS WITH IT STYLED LIKE THAT. we get one manga panel with it slightly undone and that's the only proof we have that kuwabara's pompadour isn't simply a cleverly disguised helmet. show me his curly hair while I'm asking nicely 😤😤

[backpackingspace]

okay but I'm obsessed with the idea of temple rules for the jedi. Like outside the temple? Calm cool collected. They are incharge they are mediators and there is a crisis going on more often than not. But when they're home? When they're relaxed around people they trust? Chaotic high energy bastards every single one of them.

[byanyan]

while a lot of people find enclosed, confined spaces claustrophobic, byan actually finds they feel very safe and comforted in such places. maybe not for extended periods of time or anything, but when it comes to sleeping or taking a bit of time to calm down? they're perfect. especially on those days where they're experiencing hypervigilance, when there's something relieving about knowing that there's no one else with them and knowing that there's only one point of entry — if someone's going to attack them, they know where it'll be coming from.

it's not all that uncommon to find them napping in closets or, to a lesser extent, under beds, or even inside large cupboards if there's enough space. it's been a habit since they were a child, although they couldn't tell you exactly when it started.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

constantly being reminded that the standard acknowledge-enough formula for getting guard/guardian dogs to stop barking does not work on many other dogs