#this week has been busy

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

Fresh out of the shower, watching little women, drinking wine, pizza in the oven, and ice cream in my fridge 💗💗💗

[stanfiction-withsoos]

kind of obsessed w your conjoined stans au, esp the horror aspect and the adjustment period after the surgery. I know Stanley cries a lot, mourning the loss of his individuality and privacy. The realization that from now on, he'll never have a moment alone. Ford will always be with him. He missed his brother, but this is overwhelming. And even so, he takes a sort of sick comfort in knowing that Ford wants him so badly that he'd stitch them together like this. How does Ford react to Stan's grief? It's hard to imagine he doesn't know why Stanley is crying - though Ford can be pretty dense at times. He waited so long for this, to bring them back together - it has to break his heart seeing Stanley so miserable at first.

Also, a side question: can they kiss? Or are their heads not able to turn enough? Maybe just barely, but it's just a bit too much of a strain to be worth it?

HELLO DOOD!!

stan cries often, but doesnt tell ford about his grief, atleast when hes still grieving. for stan, his mind is the only thing he has left, and he'd rather not share his sensitive thoughts with the guy who mutilated him. ford always stops whatever they're doing to comfort stan because, in the end, he genuinely loves his brother and he'd be damned if he didnt help.

i'd imagine that, some years later when stans used to being conjoined and hes generally fine with it, he'd joke about how he used to grieve his individuality and ford would BREAK. oh he'd feel so awful... then stan has to be the one to comfort him hehe

they could probably kiss, though it'd be... not the easiest? they're connected at the collarbone, so theoretically, they could turn their heads to kiss eachother on the lips, though it'd be uncomfortable. try turning your head as far to the right as you can and then try to tilt it around. not the most comfortable!

they'd be more comfortable kissing eachother on the cheek or just kissing eachothers hands. tbh i think the hand kissing is the one they prefer, esp with fords polydactyly (they both have a hand kink you cannot convince me otherwise)

[batfamhastwitter]

Part 47! Realized that I missed Cass's birthday and we can't have that now can we?

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[biggcring]

i'm getting to replies and starters i owe tomorrow!

[phewgitoid]

ive been putting this off for a bit ,, eerhehrhere im gonna crumble

[honeyed-blossom]

a little anne sallow ✨

[razdazberry]

For Feng Xin week, day 5: Xianle War!

[aucrowne]

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Just a bunny cuddling another bunny 🌭🌸

⬅ Windbreaker Silly little sketches ➡

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time He Scared The Life Out Of Me”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: metal-vocalist!Sukuna, fluff, you’re both basically frenemies

Word Count: 1.4k

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You and Sukuna don’t tend to be home at the same time, you’d think you would see him all the time considering, you know, you live together and all, but you honestly don’t really know all that much about him. You know he rides a motorcycle, ‘cause every time he pulls up to the apartment late at night it’s blaring loud engine wakes you up, and you know he listens to metal music because it’s blasting through his speaker in the bathroom right now as he’s taking a shower next to your room; maybe he’s going deaf, that’s probably a safe assumption considering everything around him is so loud.

Hell, everything about him is loud. Not only literally, like how he can never walk to your room to come get you and instead opts to yell across the apartment, but it’s as if every aspect of him doesn’t know subtlety. He’s always wearing over the top clothes, spiked leather jackets, torn to shreds t-shirts, jeans with patches sewn into every available spot, his pink hair and his face tattoos drawing everyone’s attention, everything is so maximalist. And his personality, you swear he’s never backed down from anything. Anything he does, he does it with passion, he does it big, and he does it bold.

Basically, you don’t know peace when he’s home, and you especially don’t know peace this morning, being rudely awoken by his blaring music in the bathroom between both of your bedrooms. Technically it’s not his fault that this overpriced apartment only has one bathroom, but for Christ’s sake it’s six in the morning, what is he even doing awake right now?

You grab your pillow from under your head and smother your face underneath it, attempting anything to be able to sleep in on your day off.

He drives me fucking insane.

The pillow definitely helps muffle the sound, but it’s not enough; and it definitely isn’t enough to cover the sudden low growling coming from the bathroom. You slowly uncover your face, brows furrowed as you’re trying to figure out what that noise is before it suddenly jumps in volume, like some kind of scream, making you nearly jump out of your bed. What the fuck is that? Did a pipe burst? Did the ceiling collapse?

It sounds like some kind of lion- or maybe a demon, horrific screaming growls coming from the next room. You slowly raise yourself off of your bed, timidly stepping out of your room and taking a few steps to stand outside of the bathroom door. It’s definitely coming from in there, but Sukuna doesn’t seem to have any reaction to it. Surely there’s no way he doesn’t hear that, right?

Oh my god, he really is going deaf isn’t he?

“Sukuna?!” You yell from the other side of the door, the low growling sound abruptly stops.

“What?” He yells back, he sounds annoyed. Annoyed? You’re trying to save him from a lion that just fell through the ceiling, or… something, and he’s seriously annoyed?

“What the fuck is that noise?” You can hear the shower stop running and his music shut off, after a moment of waiting the door swings open. Sukuna stands before you, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and his pink bangs hanging over his eyes, dripping water down his cheeks.

“What? You don’t like it?” He grins at you before turning to face the mirror, swiping his palm over the fogged up glass to create a clearing to see his reflection in.

“It sounded like something was dying, please tell me that wasn’t you.” You step into the steamy bathroom, leaning your back against the wall and watching his grin grow wider through his reflection in the blurry mirror.

Sukuna grabs a clean towel from the floor, rubbing it over his hair and down his face, his voice muffled through the fabric, “I was practicing.”

He drops the towel from his face and drapes it around the back of his neck, glancing back at you in the mirror as he combs his hair out of his face with his fingers, he bites his lip to try and hide the snarky grin spreading across his face when he sees the confused look you give him, “Practicing for what? Are you auditioning to play a monster in a play or something?”

“Oh please,” He rolls his eyes and turns to face you, you’re not fast enough to catch your gaze before it drifts down to the droplets of water running down his tattooed abs and he simply snaps his fingers in front of your face to grab your attention back, seemingly unfazed by you accidentally checking him out, “I’m in a band, believe it or not I do the vocals.”

A faint blush started to paint your cheeks, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the way your jaw drops in mock horror, “Oh my god, that was you singing?”

“Oh fuck off,” He huffs out a short laugh, “I’m in a metal band, I actually scream.” He grabs the towel from around his neck, tossing it over your head and pushing past you to walk to his room.

“Hey! Asshole,” You tear the towel down from your face, letting it plop onto the tile at your feet, “You can’t just scream first thing in the morning! You scared the fuck out of me!”

He turns around to face you, wrapping a large hand around the top of the doorframe and leaning his side against it, “Consider us even then, you got me real good when you woke me up to you screaming Bloody Mary over a little fuckin’ spider.”

“That was different, I was scared! That’s a normal reason to scream!”

“Yeah?” He leans down to be eye level with you, speaking in a mocking tone, “Well I saw how much you shed all over the shower and was horrified.”

“You’re such a dick,” You turn to pull the shower curtain back, “There’s not even- oh, well, there’s like two strands, god forbid.”

He grins as he stands back at his full height, taking a few steps back into the hall and opening up the door to his room, you quickly follow behind him, looking up towards him, “Why didn’t you ever tell me you’re in a band?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping the door open as he walks into his dimly lit room, “You never asked.”

You stand in his doorway, peering around his room. The walls are covered in posters and some most likely stolen street signs, but aside from the eclectic decor it’s surprisingly neat, “Is your music any good?”

He opens his closet door and then turns his head to face you, speaking to you in a monotone voice, “Can I put some clothes on or do you wanna talk to me with my cock out?”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you toss your hands up into the air defensively, turning around to give him some privacy, “My bad.”

You can hear Sukuna chuckle behind you and the quiet sounds of fabric moving around his skin, “Is it good? Well, you’d probably think it sounds like… what did you say? A dying animal?”

You grin and bite the inside of your cheek, “A dying animal or maybe the horrific screams of the unknown, either one.”

He lets out a satisfied hum, “Horrific screams of the unknown is a good album name, I’ll have to write that down.”

“I’ll be expecting royalties.”

“Don’t expect shit,” You suddenly feel a wet towel smack against your back, making you jump and yell out in surprise, “Brat.”

“Ew!” You turn around to find him standing right behind you, smug grin plastered on his face and both of his hands shoved into the pockets of the black sweatpants he threw on, opting out of putting on a shirt and instead leaving his tattooed torso on full display.

“Hm? Thought you’d want that,” He snaps his fingers in front of your face again, “Freak.”

Oh, oh he knows what he’s doing. You didn’t even realize how you were looking at him before he caught you, but it’s not like it’s your fault that he looks like that.

You let out a groan and turn around to walk down the hall to your room, “I’m going back to bed.”

He really drives me insane more than I thought he would.

Little do you know, he’s thinking a similar thought about you.

A/N: THIS is the one I intended to be the first part before I got too excited and wrote the one where y’all quarantine together instead, but shhhh we can just pretend this one takes place before that!! Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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[daily-odile]

sorry i was gone for a while i just got back from the mountains

[expelliarmus]

[amburuthings]

🔊Sound On 🔊 | Spoilers for the end of DATV

There it is, the Solavellan animation I spent an entire month making with little to no experience in the field ! It was a very daring bet but, to my own surprise, one that I did pull off nonetheless ! Takeaway : this is what being completely normal about The Character will do to you.

Many scenes pass by a bit too fast for you to get to watch them comfortably, despite my best newbie attempts. I apologize for the inconvenience. Storyboarding was hell!

→ Bonus scene I had to leave out for practical reasons (ﾉ▽╰､)

Thanks for watching !!

Lyrics :

I walked ten thousand miles, ten thousand miles to see you

And every gasp of breath, I grabbed it just to find you

I climbed up every hill to get to you I wandered ancient lands to hold just you

And every single step of the way, I paid Every single night and day I searched for you

Through sand storms and hazy dawns I reached for you.

– The Sore Feet Song, Mushishi's first opening theme and one of my wife's absolute favourites ( ´ ꒳ ` )

[vaggieslefteye]

ALASTOR & LUCIFER | ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟꜱ + ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ

[lionbearfox]

irminsul incarnate

[ruporas]

drew this to share my method of putting on miniwoo’s pants as his fat ass makes it semi-difficult.

and finally, mini vash [+miniwoo rerun] preorders open TOMORROW!! 1/26 @ 4PM EST!!! some info is on my bigcartel already, but it’ll be fully updated when the p/o is live :]

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this