#two more days left!!

[azidoazide-art]

random daily pokemon #5 - rayquaza!

[rendevok]

Act I ~ The Prince

A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

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[heartless-brainrot]

so i was planning to do heartless art for pride but i forgot and now its 11:42pm on june 30th so have this for now

i sware ill do something art in july

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Crowned Prince Shouto who is so very much in love with you, even if it did take a while to come around after the arranged marriage occurred.

Crowned Prince Shouto whose brow creases and eyes twitch every time people in high court mock how plain you are under hushed breaths.

Crowned Prince Shouto who gets absolutely sloshed at a royal banquet to try and drown his anger when he hears a rumor going around that his marriage is unconsummated due to finding you so repulsive before storming off to find you.

Royal Advisor Izuku who rushes off to try and follow, only to hear a shriek coming from your room. When scrambling to investigate if you're okay he finds his master on his knees absolutely devouring your cunt while your receiving chamber door remains open a crack.

[beescake]

are you secretly the CEO of solkat

solkat r the ceos of me. actually

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny

[doctorwhommm]

we’re so back

[slamongflobo]

playing yakuza 3 !

[voidcat]

characters: you/imaushi wakasa, sano shinichiro...

a/n: angst lol. strangers to friends. themes of fwb but nothing explicit. switch of perspective. mcd obviously,,

as i said in this post the loose explanatio/beginning of an idea i had that i liked ALOT but couldnt write due to various reasons (esp lck of time) (open post for a lil further stuff for reader x wakasa ig,,,)

attending the same classes as shinichiro sano... you've heard of him alright but that's about it. a nice face to look at perhaps but a little odd. not someone you'd interact with occasionally, nor someone you'd remember in particular-

until you're paired with him for an assignment. it'll help build bonds between the lot of you! the teacher announces and everyone groans in unision

you shoot your new partner to be a look from where you stand and turn back to your notebook. the ring bells but by the time you can get up adn gather your stuff, sano is nowhere to be seen

it takes you hours to find him. and at possibily one of the worst times too.

you heard of the rumors about fights and deliquents but you didn't expect yourself to run into one. youre careful, you live a peaceful life, you avoid trouble, always keep a clean name and all-

the people around all battered and beaten up, covered in bruises, cuts and maybe blood, looking hungry, unsatisfied, maddened– and you're in the center of it all.

footsteps approach you, strong, stern, taking their time and all- you hold it in you to not turn for a look. wait for them to show their face at your feet, dont give them the satisfaction nor even the slightest sign of weakness.

a man with blond hair and a pretty face, long lashes and all, stands before you, looking almost a little amused. "what's a pretty little thing doin' here all by themselv-" "where's sano" you cut him midsentence.

the man looks baffled, a little offensed even. soon joined by a second figure a lot taller than him, they both look at you with hostility and a hint of curiosity.

who cares, you scoff internally, whatever intimidation they're going for, you won't fall for it.

the other man raises a brow at the way you've mentioned sano. shit, you do hope this was not the wrong place, or whatever fight went down there, they must've won... right?

"and who is asking?" the blond speaks up again, sounding a little annoyed now. "you know, we don't allow passes to every pretty thi-" "eeeew" you drag the word and scretch like a gum, making sure to put on a face. "none of your business actually." you add on, placing your hand against a hip.

"why, you-" before he can follow up with whatever's on his tongue, a jolly greeting from behind interrupts him, cutting through the air. you can notice how the idle folks around suddenly tense up, and for the two man before you, shoulders dropped, bodies relaxing...

soon sano emerges, with his hair put up and stylized, nothing like the man in your class, a deliquent out of a shitty teen's magazine you'd say so.

exhanging greets with the two men and doing a special handshake for only them to know, he looks in the mood, just his face a little bruised up and some blood on his clothes.

so that's probably why he skips school some days, you muse.

he notices you a little later.

"oh!" mouth formed into an 'o' shape, you can see his surprise written all over but he is quick to disperse all that." greeting you with your surname formally, he reaches out a hand, then brings it up upon noticing the splatters of blood and takes it back with a sheepish smile.

"what brings you there?" he asks, never losing a bit of his joy that contradicts the entire atmosphere.

"our assignment." you say curtly and receive another sound of surprise from him. he looks apolegitic at the very least, you think.

"well.. uh-" he scratches the back of his head, casting a glance around, you wait to see where the stammering will go.

"how would you wanna do it then?" he asks more for you than himself, to ease you probably, you can only assume.

another joins their little group, keeping silent and watching what's going on. you relly, really should get going, you decide after giving a quick look around. "we can go over the details at an appropirate time later."

"alright then!" he says, never missing a beat from his energy. it's unbelievable, you think. "should we... ah-" he pauses, "exchange numbers to keep in touch then?" he asks, and he means well, you can tell just from the way he looks and talks, but the rest? you're not exactly dying to say out loud your contact information. especially not with that blond anywhere within a 20 meter radius.

"here." you say, reaching out your hand to reveal your phone. "i'm not announcing my number for a bunch of weirdo, self proclaimed deliquents to hear."

your words take him by shock but he breaks into a snort right after. the two men exchange a glance and a thug at their lips as well. the blond however does not look once pleased with your words.

or you at all.

you begin to come and go to their place often, the assignment builds up slow but steady and the guys seem reasonable enough after actually sitting down and hearing each other out. shin looks happy with the development too, says you have brought a change but you'd disagree. he is the light and sun and the beating heart of this place and wherever he goes, they follow, absolute devotion and belief in him, as a person, for his mind and for his heart.

you can see why, you can feel it too. once you begin to spend your time with shinichiro sano, all the rumors and speculations you've heard up until then are gone. assignment be damned, you can tell when a friendship begins to bloom and with shin- it happens at such a pace, you find yourself a little afraid.

the assignment ends, presentation and all, with flying colors you pass and decide to celebrate it out, with the rest joining as well.

a karaoke bar is all fun and games until night rolls out. it has gotten late but shin offers to walk you home; keizo and takeumi dragging a very drunk and messed up wakasa. everyone bids one another goodbye- save for wakasa... and you almost believe youhave seen a hint of sadness in their eyes as they bump their fists against yours. if you didn't know any better, you'd ever go as far as to say they'll miss you around.

a day passes, another and another... much to their relief and encouragement, you stick around.

not within the vicinity on the days big fights go around but definitely dropping by to hang out, fool around and whatnot. it's now your laughter mixed with shin's that fills the air, and everyone seems joyful and happy most of the time- save for imaushi wakasa.

for reasons unbeknowst to you, he remains hostile, rude, and on and up about sending your way stupid lines like he did the first time. most of the time you ignore him, which annoys him further– the scene alone brings a smile to your lips, the smirk of a vixen, you even overhear him once, yelling to keizo about you are, sounding very much frustrated.

despite this is how the things begin and roll out, neither of you expect to grow close- closer than you'd have imagined.

yes, you and shin might be the sunshines, but you and wakasa? the two of you become inseperable. you even hear some people mumble how they fear the two of you looking down at them, gazes that burn holes through their skulls, see into their souls... the two of you could make a power couple- if you were one at all.

there is the heat, there is the tension. you comb through his hair with a gentle touch that has wakasa melting in your hold, yet the second someone dares to imply anything more, you shoot them a glance so heavy, it'd crash their lungs.

wakasa hopes, in the end, that perhaps there is an end to it that is happy, that is hopeful. he knows there is no making up for the way he treated you but you were not the kindest toward him either, so it makes you equals, no?

so he sings sappy songs at karaoke whilst tipsy, so any accusation he can brush off as the effect of the booze, but hopes you caught how he looked at you. so he touches you as soft as you do him, trying to mimic your kindness, an attempt at how love, in the physical, in action should be.

he doesn't know any better, why should he? why should anyone to begin with?

it scares him how natural it is for shin and you. some days he finds himself envying the two of you even, would things be any different were you to attend the same school as the two of you? oh what wouldn't he do to be graced with your smiles and giggles all day every day, having you look at him as you rest your cheek against your palm–

he aches for something a tad normal sometimes, at the very least with you. would the two of you ever cross paths were it not for shin? the thought scares him and he feels like an asshole for envying his friend like this, desperate for anything that would come from your hands.

but at the end of the day, it is himself you seek out. his arms that you allow around your person, his lips on you, devoring you, it's wakasa that consumes you wholly and the thought brings a wave of comfort at the very least.

then the entire world collapses down in the span of 24 hours.

shinichiro dies.

almost 24 hours have passed since his death and wakasa still cannot find it in him to return to reality yet.

then like an angel amidst the chaos, you reemerge from the fog, from smoke. it doesn't take a genius to figure out something is wrong.

"waka," you call out to him, sound laced with something he cannot quite pinpoint. shutting his eyes completely, he sits in the same spot for a moment, all the doubts, every single negative, twisted and fucked up thng he has been holding at bay til now so close to breaking out.

you speak, but he does not hear the words.

not pass the 'i am leaving'

[xinganhao]

i heard the hip-hop unit asked you to join the dead poet's society! with love, from dead poets society!hhu x reader

[soups-archive]

more signs were discovered around the spawn area!

[wickmitz]

— THE ELECTRIC-FEVER REMEDY.

[natsmagi]

a key element and constant theme of tsumugis character is neglect and the various ways it manifests and how he was neglected by his family severely as a child in multiple cases such as parents forgetting to feed him being abandoned by his father and brother and then how this series of neglect continues throughout tsumugis life by feeling abandoned when ex-fine disbanded but because tsumugi is so caught up in making sure those he cares about (sora and natsume) get what they want and deserve in their idol careers he fails to realize he is repeating that cycle of neglect. many times we see natsume worry that tsumugi is going to leave him and switch behind, that he is going to abandon the promise they made together as kids like this is a CONSTANT fear of natsumes and i feel like tsumugi is repeating the exact same mistakes his mother made in this regard. constantly overworking herself despite being a good-for-nothing, getting into scams due to her religious and superstitious nature being taken advantage of, being an emotional wreck that crumbles under pressure yet is immensely loved and admired by tsumugi to the point where he considered following in her footsteps by being a teacher (which, again, made natsume think tsumugi was abandoning their promise to each other) even if he also pities her. and i think that, during his childhood in baby tsumugis little brain, he took his mothers displays of emotions as a negative. those feelings were hurting his mom, making her upset, so his solution was to just not feel at all, all the while he makes the exact same mistakes she made, now just while completely disconnected. everything we know about tsumugis mom apart from her being overly emotional is a direct parallel to tsumugi from making and maintaining connections and being naturally loved by others to her appearing "hopeless" with work and being incredibly misfortunate. tsumugis mom neglected him alot as a child due to being overworked, overly emotional, and going through her own kind of hell, yet tsumugi recognizes that she did her best and still expresses love for her when talking about her, even though hes aware of her many bad habits. And, again, tsumugi inadvertently mirrors the exact same mistakes his mom did in trying to make tsumugi live a happy life (constantly trying new businesses and failing, falling for scams out of desperation) when trying to make sora and natsume happy (aka being too busy with work that would benefit the unit to spend time with them). Making the mistake of thinking if he just works hard enough they can be happy, when what will make them happy is his company. a lesson his mother, who not only got abandoned by her husband but also her own SON, never got to learn. But sure yea tsumugis mom was a physically abusive alcoholic who would deliberately harm tsumugi as a child and thats why hes ok with natsume hitting him and lets not even bother tackling the role the men in tsumugis life mightve played in him being numb to physical harm because clearly its the emotionally unstable woman tsumugi has expressed love for whose solely to blame who gives a shit anymore

[animaxvi]

"So let's meet beneath the same sky and blaze of stars, sunrise or sunset" ☀️☁️🌙

Day 6 - 'twilight | daybreak'

INPRNT

[inthewychelm]

Steddie Week: Day one - Mystery @steddie-week

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The bell above the door dinged, but Eddie thinks it might as well be useless considering how the two employees behind the counter didn’t even acknowledge it. 

“Alright! Fine!” Robin huffed, pulling away from Steve's hand where he’s clearly been messing up her hair. “You can keep your secrets, dingus!”

Steve smirked at her, probably satisfied in getting her to drop something. Eddie laughed at their little display, he thinks they’re lucky that Family Video appears to be having a slow day. Not that ever stops them from having a heated debate during rush hour; Eddie had been very tempted to commandeer the breakroom microwave for some popcorn, instead he just stole some raisinets.

Despite not hearing the doorbell, they did hear him laugh. Both heads snapped in his direction, Eddie was slightly terrified by the response. Robin had a manic expression of glee, which Eddie knew was not for him but at the expense of Steve’s own expression of horror. But as much as he pitied Steve in this moment, Eddie was curious.

“Hello, kind fellows. What’s this I hear of secrets?” Eddie tripped over to the counter, landing with his elbows propped up on the surface. In the hopes of brushing it off as somewhat intentional, he places his head in hands staring wide-eyed up at them. 

“Eddie!” Steve shouted, voice tinged with something he can’t quite pick out. “Hi- we got that new…horror flick you wanted?” 

Eddie’s brow ticked up as Steve’s voice ended in question. He’s trying to figure out how to address Steve’s update-slash-question, when Robin interrupts. 

“Steve won’t tell me any of the details,” Robin pouted. “But I’m pretty sure that he’s planning a date.”

Date? A date?! Eddie knows Steve is a catch and someone is bound to catch his eye. But Eddie-- Not that Eddie had seriously considered he would ever have a chance with Steve. Sure, he had hoped that his romantic efforts might be swayed in Eddie’s direction and it had certainly felt like there was something building between them. So, it struck him to the core hearing that Steve might have a date planned. 

“No, nope!” Steve began dramatically flailing his arms, reminiscent of Robin’s awkwardness. 

Robin ducked out of his reach when he attempted to cover her face. “Found him daydreaming while writing out ideas on one of the store’s order forms.” 

Eddie couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at Robin’s spirit fingers despite the wobbly smile he was forcing. He hummed in interest, conflicted between wanting this direction of conversation to end and digging up more information on his competition.

“And what are these brilliant plans Stevie concocted?” Eddie crooned at a flushed Steve, who was looking upwards like he might be praying for the ground to open up and swallow him. Or maybe not that specifically, this was still Hawkins afterall so who knew how long it would be until that happened again. 

“Nothin-” Steve muttered.

“No clue! All I saw was ‘picnic at S.R.’, which I assume means Skull Rock, and ‘mixtape with three question marks’. There was definitely more but dingus here crumbled it up before I could read any of it.” Robin interrupted then punched Steve lightly at the end of her revelation. “And he refuses to tell me who this mystery girl is.”

“A mixtape? Oh, he must be serious about this mystery date.” Steve flushed further at Eddie’s teasing. He said nothing to deny it, which crushed Eddie’s heart further. 

Eddie heard the bell ring again behind him. Steve immediately jumped for the chance at a real distraction as he greeted the customer. 

“Hi! Welcome to Family Video,” Steve had a bit of a frenzied tone in his voice that Eddie doubted the stranger picked up on. “Robin here will help you if you need any assistance.”

Steve’s luck must have been turning in his favor as the customer insisted Robin direct her to a specific aisle. The two appeared to have a silent argument before Robin got stuck recommending movies to a seemingly very picky customer. 

Steve slumped forward dramatically, leaning into Eddie’s space. Eddie allowed himself a small respite to admire the way Steve’s lashes touched his cheeks and how he appeared to relax in Eddie’s orbit. 

“So, I’m curious about this mystery date that you’re tryin’ to keep under wraps.” Eddie would blame his sadist nature for asking Steve about his affections. “I’m almost offended you’ve not mentioned this before, here I thought we were forging an unbreakable bond.”

“Don’t need to tell you if you already know.” Steve mumbled as he rolled his eyes. Already know? Eddie’s eyes bug out for a second as he ponders when Steve mentioned this mystery girl. Because he would’ve remembered the all consuming jealousy he struggled to keep inside, much like this exact moment. 

“Must be pretty special. But y’know you can always pick my brain for ideas if you wanted.” Eddie tried not to choke on the words as they came out. 

“Yeah, they’re real special.” Steve whispered as he held eye contact. Eddie breathed sharply when Steve’s arm settled against his own. Maybe he was wrong…or right? “Just feel like…if we get one night, that things will finally…y’know.”

“Well, can’t go wrong with a mix. It speaks to the heart, no matter the genre.” He was testing the waters, Steve seemed to be focused on his words. Eddie felt like he was damning his heart to be broken. “And as cool as Skull Rock is, I’d probably plan something a little more…romantic.”

“Gotcha.” Steve was grinning again. “So more like candle lit dinner, maybe pot roast then dessert?”

“That’s more like it, Stevie.” Eddie clapped in support. He was starting to get the urge to run. Part of him was bursting with hope, because it sounded like Steve making plans with him rather than asking for advice. He was struggling figuring out what to believe, so he decided to give into his desire to flee. “Anyway, gotta get back. See’ya later!”

Steve’s own farwell trailed after him, though he only caught him saying Eds which his mind replayed the whole drive back to the trailer. When he finally dropped onto the couch, all he could think about was how excited Steve looked about his plans.