#this was super random but I loved it

[fragilelovelythings]

Excerpts’ Eunuch Besties Chapter 20 - Tabitha/Gerri

“Well that was brief” Gerri opened the door for Tabitha just as Roman had previously done for her. The blonde nodded appreciatively and walked in, her long grey coat hanging from her shoulders.

“Sure it was. I came just for the moral support” She moved as a person who owns the place, as somebody who has nothing to lose and everything to gain. People like this popped in and out of Gerri’s life and she accepted it as it was. The perks of coming from money entailed a whole language she had learnt more than two decades ago, and the mischief emanating from Tabitha Hayes did not astonish her one bit.

“Right, an easy transaction missy” She walked behind, closing the window door and following the woman like a shadow, almost getting a faint remnant of the perfume that lingered in Roman’s space. Gerri quickly gathered the pieces, the pantomime of a performance dully compromised by every possible trick, the make-belief in process. The woman admired her, and the lengths she seemed willing to go for Roman’s benefit.

At least and last, somebody had.

Once she sat behind her desk and moved the mouse off her desktop computer, closing files she heard Tabitha almost giggling “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

Gerri measured her boldness and fixed her eyeglasses, pretending to stare at the computer screen and the clean desktop, no files scattered at all.

“You’re playing with fire coming here. I don’t see what you’re gaining from it” The way the tall woman just shrugged and sat in front of her, licking her lips reminded Gerri of Kendall’s friend Stewy. Both had the same non-chalant behaviour, that I don’t give a fuck presence that made them terribly annoying and impossible to ignore.

Tabitha leaned from the other side of the desk, blinking slowly “Come on baby, I know you’re happy to see me”

Gerri stared at her, composing herself from the sudden memories vanishing her self-control. They hadn’t talked more than a handful of times but in each meeting, she had not been oblivious to Tabitha’s lingering eyes and in each of those instances she had taken the easy way out. A non-existent phone call to attend, an impending meeting with any name at the time popping into her head, either Karl or Frank. It was not by far the first time another woman approached her, but when you consider yourself irrevocably married to your work there was little to do. Especially if the said woman was in an on-and-off-again relationship with your boss's most fucked up son.

What had she called themselves?

Ah, yes.

Eunuch Besties.

The blond’s wit pissed Gerri a little.

“Honey, you’re barking at the wrong tree” She also leaned, as if brushing off any kind of nervousness Tabitha thought was provoking her.

“Mmmh so they say” Tabitha’s subtle red lips curled while she kept her eyes fixed on Gerri’s “Before they go out to eat” She seemed aware of her cockiness as her eyes playfully looked down for some seconds to come back to drill at Gerri’s face.

“Really? Isn’t Roman more suited to grab food on the go? Now that you both looked so– well, adjusted together” Tabitha laughed almost tasting victory between her lips “And if you’re hitting at me then you really must be bored. Waystar isn’t the place for girlfriends to visit, too collared, too bland”

“Come on Gerri, don’t play with me, you’ll make me believe there’s some jealousy here or what?” The older woman almost rolled her eyes and stopped herself from doing it, avoiding at all costs bringing to life fantasies from a not-so-distant past, from the egotrip it was to get to pull at Roman’s leash “Let me treat you, after all, hell got to lose here, didn’t it?” Both women stared at each other, in a complicit sudden silence trying to read the other’s intentions, to play the game by the book and get the upper hand.

Gerri pondered for a couple of seconds her options: would it be wrong to accept a beautiful woman’s flirty attempts to seduce her, even when said woman must be really fucked up to pretend to date a clearly, obviously closeted gay man? But then again, shit was hitting the fan, Waystar was at only a couple of months to be dismantled by GoJo and well…

“Tomorrow’s lunch”

“And then dinner”

Gerri almost laughed, deeply enjoying Tabitha’s charm. Whatever the young woman was after, it didn’t hurt to pry too. “

[anna-scribbles]

so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3

[soppsop]

[Image Description: A series of digital redraws of the Cookie Run Ovenbreak characters from the Cookie Trial event in the Ace Attorney art style. The first image shows Cotton Candy Cookie standing in the witness stand, holding a love letter that covers her mouth. She's looking to the side and blushing. Her textbox reads "I'm here because the defendant stole something from me!".

The second image shows Langue de Chat cookie in the defence bench thinking "Um... The witness is blushing...". He is pushing up his glasses and has a drop of sweat on his face.

The third image is of Roguefort Cookie standing as the defence's co-council in a prison outfit, looking at the camera and smiling, saying "That person really is an interesting one..."

The fourth image shows Cappuccino Cookie standing in the prosecutor's bench, holding a book in his left arm and hitting the bench with his right fist, shouting "Tell us what they stole!"

The fifth image shows Cotton Candy Cookie again, this time blushing more, with her eyes closed and the letter covering her face even more and saying "That person..... Completely stole my heart!"

The sixth image shows Langue de Chat Cookie shocked, leaning on the bench and pushing up his now broken glasses, sweating and with messy hair. The textbox says "!?"

The seventh image is Cappuccino Cookie also shocked and sweating, leaning on the bench with his fist clenched and the textbox says "!?!?!???"

The last image shows a comparison between the redraws and the original cookie sprites. End ID]

I'm sorry everyone I gave in. I attorneyd the cookies

This was meant to be just some doodles but i was having wayyy too much fun with this lmao. The text is a bit awkward but there was a LOT of dialogue in the original and i had to cut it down somehow rip

Anyways I think Roguefort Cookie would be the worst defendant ever

*I'm very bad at writing and describing things so if anyone has any corrections to my ID please tell me thank you 😭

[turtleblogatlast]

Love the thought of Leo just casually being well traveled to absurd degrees. Like one day they’re facing their new Big Bad of the year and like, Draxum or whoever says that the key to their fight is located somewhere in, like, Latvia or some place, but no one knows where to start.

Then Leo’s like “oh I know a place” and when asked how the heck he could know of one it smash cuts to Leo falling through the ceiling of said place due to a portal mishap.

Also love the idea of Leo, being as accidentally (and then later, purposefully) well traveled as he is, sometimes taking his family on outings to different places all over, maybe to some new Yokai spots he found along the way.

In these places, Leo 100% lets his bros get scammed by tourist traps.

[barbaracleboy]

Forgive me if I’ve posted this here already but I made a meme!

[teddybeartoji]

this going to be a proper wordvomit but i've been thinking about a fucked up little dazai thing,, like what if you two were at the port mafia together when you were younger? orphaned and molded into a perfect little killing machine alongside with him and chuuya.

oh, but what's your ability? well, it's awfully similar to yosano's but it's.. more selfish. while she can also save and heal others, you can't. your ability only works on yourself - you're unkillable. even the smallest cuts fade on your skin, the remainders of everything you've gone through disappearing within hours. you still feel it though. the pain.

you just never fucking die.

tied up, tortured. beaten. cut. shot at. broken bones and bruises. you've seen them all, you've felt them all. but it shouldn't matter.

it shouldn't. this is who you are, right?

you've seen people die hundreds of times, wishing it were you instead. what is the point of this ability if you can never actually do anything useful with it? you're one of the best sharpshots at the port mafia and you know you're way around just about every melee weapon there is but you're still no real competition to the people with real powers. you're just another tool, another soldier. just a shell of a person, sent out mission after mission, no matter whether the fractured bones have already healed or not.

anger builds. shame builds.

something murky.

and it only gets worse after dazai leaves. he understood. he didn't ever say it, but he did. and now he's gone. he's left you behind; there's nobody to lick your wounds or to match your tone and darkness.

and then word gets around that there's someone with an ability similar to yours but better. more useful. and you just... lose it.

mori has no hold on you. he sees it in your eyes, so he doesn't stop you from leaving. you don't say goodbye to chuuya, only leaving him a fancy bottle of wine as a thank you for always having your back. and a note. something along the lines of seeking out your other half.

he's the only one who can do it.

you dream of him wrapping his bandaged hands around your neck and squeezing until you can feel tears dropping onto your face, until your vision blurs, until you can't breathe. until you can't come back anymore. of course, he wouldn't want to do it. he's killed more than anybody could count but with you, it's different. he's finally found something to live for and you haven't. he offers for you to come to the ada with him, he assures you that fukuzawa would listen to him but it doesn't matter.

you're smiling and he isn't. it isn't funny anymore. the gun pointed at kunikida isn't funny anymore. dazai won't do it unless you force him; you know it's going to be hard but you accept it as your one last mission. you will draw your one final breath at the hands of the man who's always been there for you. your friend. your partner.

the only one who should understand.

should.

but maybe he's not who you thought he was. maybe he truly has changed. maybe he really is a better man now. it doesn't matter. you'll break him one last time and let him live his new life. it's only fair.

[bberetd]

you guys really loved her here, so she gets her own dump now 🤗

the bros in guitars are thanks to @silenzahra and her musician bros post!

and for @itsavee4117… cousin Vivi :D (see his original post for her here)

[little-pup-pip]

Baby Looney Tunes!!

[serosvit]

Snape and Harry. Different time, place and conversation.

[fabuloustrash05]

Akria Toriyama’s writing style when it comes to the couples in DBZ

First seeing the couple: *shares a moment that has some romantic tension or out right flirting*

Next time we see the couple: *married with children*

[mydearchoso]

geto and a reader with capnolagnia (a fetish/attraction to the smell of cigarette smoke/the act of smoking) and so everytime he wants some puss, he steps out for a few and comes back REEKING of it.

he loves doing it at movie theatres, restaurants, sometimes before he comes to visit you at work or before entering your house. any excuse to make you hot and bothered that inevitably leads to him being dragged to the bathroom or bedroom, sometimes not even bothering to hide it and just doing it right there as discreetly as possible.

he just loves the stark contrast when you go from bright, smiling, and cheery to furrowed brows and rustling thighs. mouth all but watering as you fuck the man to oblivion behind your eyes, before finally pouncing on him.

geto has also certainly fucked you WHILE smoking... slow lazy thrusts as he watches the ash flutter down to rest on your torso. smearing it with his hands as he slides it up to play with your nipple idly. putting the filter to your lips to inhale. all before he's locking your lips with his, grabbing each of your shoulders so hard his nails dig into your flesh. inhaling the smoke from your mouth as he pulls you down towards his hips. his leisurely pace turned cruel and hyper. fucking you like a rabbit who's only goal is to finish before it's heart gives out.

he gets so needy as he exhales the remainder of smoke across your face, watching your expressions as he drills into you ruthlessly. he may be using you like a toy right now, but after a little clean up, when he's put his briefs back on and you're in his shirt, you'll step out onto the back porch for a proper smoke. cuddling on the sun bed and passing the cigarette back and forth. staring up at the stars as you ramble about nothing special as you both bask in the afterglow of your ecstasy... and once you're back inside, who knows? maybe you'll be going at it again.

[invisible-pink-toast]

[stelmao]

alice and safalin

[dreamsy990]

some of the less nice thoughts about being aroace

extras below the cut

sketch

closeups on my favorite panels

bonus: adios

[mainyqn]

Okay im too lazy to render this,

ISAT GANG AND THEIR POKEMONS BRAINROT YEAA!!

And some more doodles,

(and alot more whiteboard doodles!! Below!! )

At the time i drew this i didnt know loop actually got assigned some pokemons too so these were my interpretations (love the fact they did get jirachi tho, live laugh love)

I love them sm