#this one was so fun!!!

[zerguette]

Silly idea for ya, no pressure to do it :3c your Terrence Suave interacting with mine? (If ya haven't made a terrence design yet here's your excuse to lol)

Two strangers meet in a bar. One gets his eyes interested on that scarf, the hairstyle of the other, messy, the facial features, old but you can tell in his youth he was such a pretty man. The gold that shines from his weird poncho. Those eyes, staring.

"Hey sir, is a pleasure! Seems the bartender knows you already, what got you here" He grinned. "...Penitence"

"Penitence? While drinking a double whiskey? Why don't you tell me about the gold you wear. Haven't seen someone like you in my life yet. I bet you were a supermodel"

" You're the first one saying all of this" Old eyes stared directly into the other's soul. A dead gaze that spoke few words. "It looks you're not someone of much words. Oh sir, that scarf, is so beautiful, mind if I hold It" Something was off between them two.

Two strangers meet at a bar, one thinks he's got another one for his collection, while the other is waiting for the moment to humilliate him.

Two strangers meet at a bar. One stayed inside, the other left "That was...weird." but it wouldnt work. For some reason, he would never be able to steal the appearance of someone cursed to be forgotten. No-one can steal the identity of a forgotten ghost.

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This one was fun oughhhh Bonus:

They're so funny hehe. Old man thinks young man is pathetic and they should train better their ways for stealing appearences (also lmao ty for making me finish my Terrence design i should post it another day^^)

REALLY LOVED DRAWING EM INTERACTING HAH,

[stevethehairington]

WIP WORD SEARCH

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

this post might be a long one because i was tagged by @pizzaqueen and @sidekick-hero so i got two sets of words to answer!! thank you both for the tag, this one is SO fun!!

My words were: trip, bag, shirt, sigh, light (from queenie) and help, lips, night, down, hand (from sandy)

TRIP

Steve sees him in the morning. Spends the early hours of the morning drinking him in, holding onto every look, every touch, every word. They go with Robin to the local diner for a pancake breakfast of champions, and Robin insists on paying for Eddie’s meal — her parting gift to him. Steve, on the other hand, gets Eddie an actual gift. Nothing much, just a little basket of his favorite road trip snacks for the bus — Hostess Ding Dongs and those individual mini boxes of cereal, fruit snacks and Doritos, a couple of Whatchamacallits, a box of Milk Duds, a packet of Twizzlers, a six pack of Mountain Dew.

(from a lil something i have dubbed "eddie leaves" 👀)

BAG

Refraining from scoffing and letting a bitchy comment roll off his tongue, Steve just swats her hand away and takes a step back. Robin opens her mouth to say something else about it, maybe crack another joke at its expense, but Steve doesn’t give her the chance. He turns on his heel and starts to head back towards where he parked the car. The handle of her bag is still in his hand, and he takes it with him because even though she’s actively insulting him, he’s still a perfect gentleman. He won’t sink to her level.

(from my mustache steve fic!)

SHIRT

“I smell like an onion,” Eddie laughs, trailing after Steve into his bedroom. He pinches the front of his shirt between two fingers and tugs it away from his chest. Follows up with a showy, dramatic sniff, then wrinkles his nose. “Should’ve made you cut the damn thing,” he laments, shaking his head.

(from my pwp ring fic; "shirt" showed up 5 times so far lol so i picked the first one!)

SIGH

Only Steve had failed to take into account just how central hands were to the art of pizzamaking. And he hadn’t anticipated just how crazy seeing Eddie’s hands in action like that would make him feel. (Which, in hindsight, was a huge oversight on his part — it should have been obvious that his fixation on Eddie’s hands flying over the strings and frets of his precious guitar was more than just an appreciation of his talent and skill.)

(also from my pwp ring fic! i didn't actually have just sigh anywhere yet (which what!! how!!) so have sight (two times!), which is close enough 😂)

LIGHT

Eddie holds his left hand out in front of him, splaying his fingers wide. The lamp light glints off of the silver of his three gaudy rings, and Steve watches, captivated, as Eddie twists them loose from his knuckles and, one by one, guides each up and off of his fingers. He sets them in a neat little row on top of the nightstand, then flexes his bare fingers.

(another pwp ring fic snip!!)

HELP

Eddie kind of sort of wants to bite. Into what? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care, he’s not picky. Any of it will do. It’s embarrassing, how overwhelming the urge is, but fuck. He can’t help it.

(from my pre-s4 eddie watches steve swim fic!)

LIPS

He gets absolutely lost in the fantasy — Eddie holding himself above Steve, knees on either side of his thighs, with one ringed hand between Steve’s legs and the other gripping onto Steve’s hip, tight enough to leave a mark. A wicked grin on his face as he leans in close, presses his forehead to Steve’s while a string of low encouragements and dirty praises fall from his lips, pushing Steve closer and closer.

(pwp ring snip!)

NIGHT

It’s busy tonight, as it usually is on Friday evenings. Steve has to squeeze his way through the various parties surrounding the bar — people clinking their glasses together, laughing at the stories being shared, splitting classy charcuterie boards and plates of delicious looking curry fries (which Steve has on good authority are to die for. He makes a note to try and order some before he leaves). 

(from the wip currently dubbed "of all the gin joints"; this was the closest i got to just "night"!)

DOWN

And, sure, he’s an eccentric boy, but there’s nothin’ wrong with that either. He’s got interests, he’s got hobbies. He’s got worlds he can disappear to when this one gets to be too much. That’s good for him. It’s great. It means even though it’s tried, life hasn’t beaten him down just yet.

(from wayne pov 4!)

HAND

He relishes in the sweet slide of his palm, quick and ruthless now, but wishes that his hand was a little more rugged, a little more callused. Once he lets his eyes slip shut, though, it becomes all too easy to imagine the right hand in his place — Eddie’s hand. His thick fingers wrapped around Steve’s dick, rough palm squeezing, sliding, touching him just so.

(from pwp ring fic! i think this fic was the obvious choice to choose from, considering the hand and finger kink is a HUGE part of it skdfsd and also currently "hand" shows up 44 times 😂😂😂 enjoy 3 of those 44 in this paragraph alone lmaoo)

no pressure tagging: @withacapitalp @toburnup @riality-check @hexiewrites @maxineholtzmann @maxinemaxmayfield @harmonictechnicality @2btheanswertothequestion @fastcardotmp3 @cheatghost and anyone else who wants to do it, consider yourself tagged by me!

your words are: care, freckle, expect, long, and sweet

[evilovesyou]

Louis and Zayn being drunk and dancing at a festival (the kind of vibes She Is Beauty is giving off)

Louis watched the beer slosh in his cup and felt like his brain was right in there… splashing around in a sea of overpriced beer, barely contained by the confinements of a cheap plastic cup. 

Zayn’s hand on his hip and his arm pressing into his side warped him back to the present. He felt Zayn’s lips move against his ear and heard his voice reverberating in his skull, but didn’t understand a word he said.

“What?”

“Can I have a sip?”

Oh. Sure. Louis thrust the cup towards him, getting swept up in the wave of cheers and enthusiasm a bass solo on stage created in the crowd. He was happy to have the cup out of his hand, so he could jump to his heart’s content.

It wasn’t entirely evident whether the band was just absolutely smashing it, or whether he was absolutely smashed, but he turned towards Zayn to share this moment of pure joy — and he was met with the image of his friend already watching him, as he took another slow sip from Louis’ cup. His adam's apple bobbed in slow motion and Louis didn’t know if what he saw running down his neck was spilled beer or summer sweat.

With a glance at the cup, he saw there wasn’t much of it left. So he snatched it from Zayn’s hand and chugged the last few sips, before jamming it in his back pocket.

“Dance with me, Z!” he yelled over the chorus of a song he didn’t know.

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply took Zayn’s hands and raised them to the stars, swaying with the music, and turning under Zayn’s arm once, twice, three times — just until he stumbled and tripped over his own feet and right into his best friend’s chest. Zayn caught him effortlessly, hugging him tight and laughing into his neck until the world around Louis stopped spinning and he could stand on his own two feet. Zayn’s eyes were still squinted with a bright grin and Louis pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek, just as the song faded out.

more of my writing

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[housederiva]

Gaby Soto is a gift

Edit: I missed one!

[catmask]

SNAPDEX REPORT: WEEK 1

actually, i guess nows as good a time as any. heres all my pokemon warmups from the past 9 days! i wonder how long i can keep going

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[uglygirlstatus]

Bedtime Routine. my comic piece for @querermezines Kira Kira zine wheeeeee

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[aldecaver]

Just their usual Monday

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

big bro jazz

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[sualne]

first batch of hugs!

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[soaked-doors]

"Don't try to find a reason for somebody's love!"