#ty bb ! <3

[theseprettylittlepixels]

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Joshy Joshy!!

[racetrackthehiggins]

Gabe...Gabe hi I would commit crimes for eposette ghost hunters....as a loyal subscriber to your AO3 for literal years...I would commit crimes

lmaooo i will keep that in mind!! iin my head its also got the amis in there but the focus is eposette with cosette as a medium. this could happen i could actually write this lmao

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

would you ever write a/b/o 👀

would i! i have two pages full already.

[escapesvelocity]

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

details about ocs!

Ha! Spontaneous? Mike doesn't have that in his vocabulary. Everything is carefully planned and organised. If you go on a road trip with Mike, plan the date ahead (at least two weeks beforehand). But once you're ready to go, you know you can trust Mike: has made sure the car is full of fuel, brings plenty of water and snacks, has blankets in case it gets cold, put a first aid kit in his backpack, made a special playlist in spotify, brings powerbanks and chargers for everyone's phones, etc etc.

[grapecaseschoices]

I'm now healthy enough to pester you about your ocs! Yay for me. So I choose... Question 1, 7, 15 and 17. I'll let you choose which oc to talk about. It's a free card "talk about any oc that makes you happy to think about". Hope you're having a good day and if not, hugs and nuzzles (from my cat) to you.

I am glad that youre doing, pumpkin!

Ima do my twc mcs bc ima do the twc exchange~

1] Do they have any crafting hobbies?

Andy: He gardens and can do lawn maintnance, can do fair art with them bushes.

Pierre: Does book binding and cover repair.

Kendis: Does pottery. But they also like party ogranizing so they can make/letter basic cards. They don't do as much anymore but they scrapbook.

They all, including Val and Kai, know how to sew [to various degrees], as a life skill.

7] Do they have any unusual fears?

Define "unusual". Kendis and Andy both have a fear of loss; mainly via death. Val and Kendis both have a fear of -- I guess not being good enough. Mainly the closer you get the less you will like what you see. Val does have a sorta fear of falling short of Rook/ruining his legacy and, of course, abandonment. Kendis a -- sorta fear of imperfection; they hold themselves to unfair standards, in a sense, and even tend to lean in seeing themselves as inherently a bad person.

The other two are more normal/better at self regulating. I mean Pierre's past mistakes do weigh and he could lean into Kendis' issues territory but he is better at working with who he is now [and also doesn't think he's prone to evil so --]

15] What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?

I am SO bad at this. qwerwaw drawing differences on characters humor. BUT:

Andy: LOVES. PUNS. Which may seem unexpected, but word play is his gig, so.

Pierre: Isn't against the puns but actually has a low-key mischeviousness to his humor. A sorta soft teasing. This is why I picture him and Felix vibing. He actually thinks Felix is very funny -- maybe a bit much but he thinks his boyfriend is so hilarious [sorry Ava].

Kai: Dry.

Val: Sarcastic. Very little shit.

Kendis: Teasing. Kendis loves to poke. I see her as like the jokey, punch you on the shoulder humor sort. Kendis has sibling energy humor even as an only child. [Sardonic tho when she's feeling Mean].

17] How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

Define "morals". JKJK.

Um, it would actually be hard for all of them except - seemingly - for Kendis and Kai. I say this, because Kai's morals are at times governed by what he feels is most logical. And Kendis' are usually - this may surprise - based on the people around them [ie the people they value and trust the most]. However, this is where the seeming comes it, at the end of the day what Kendis values MOST is themselves and said loved ones. So while when push comes to shove it may SEEM she's wibble wobbling, she isn't.

I've a'ways said that if Kendis was born/raised in a bad environment then that is where their morals would align -- the ONLY exception is, I've never had a Kendis who wasn't suckered in by the underdog.

For fun:

Andy: True Neutral.

Kai: Lawful Neutral.

Kendis: Chaotic Neutral with good tendencies [tho fun fact: og Kendis tends to be chaotic good with neutral tendencies.]

Pierre: Lawful Good.

Val: Neutral Good.

[pinehutch]

Go forth and be Important On The Internet

the limitless power that this grants me!

[deathblossomed]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

@celesticlnstcrs : 🏹 <3 + 🌙 :3 Interview Questions

🏹 BOW AND ARROW — if there's something from your past that you'd give anything to go back in time and redo, what is it?

"Hmm, sometimes I feel bad. I know making Yusuke Spirit Detective was Koenma's idea but I was just as much a part of it. It wasn't fair to put him and the others through all of that. So I suppose sometimes I wonder how things might have turned out for them if he'd just been revived. But then again, I wouldn't have become friends with him. So... maybe I'd just like to go back and do more for them. If I had been stronger, I could have helped more. That's why I'm trying to get stronger now."

🌙 CRESCENT MOON — what would you say is your current biggest dream and/or career aspiration and why?

"Well, I'm a ferry girl. It's a pretty typical job for a female shinigami but I enjoy it. You get to meet all sorts of people -- well, I mean they're all dead but still. But recently I've been helping Koenma more in the palace, sorting things out now that he's king. It's kind of interesting, going through all of the archives and sentencing records and I like being able to help. To be honest, I've never really thought of doing anything else. But I'd like to help with improving relationships between the realms. But if I wasn't a shinigami, hmm... Oh, wouldn't it be nice to own a cute bakery or cafe? One by the water, so people can have picnics on a boat."

[inquisimer]

from the wip ask game - HoF fix-it au ^_^

one of my longfic wips, just a classic fix-it story! I probably have decisions of grandeur with my plans for this one, but I'd like it to tell my Mahariel's story in full, from Leliana finally finding her post-Trespasser, the ritual that accidentally sends her back in time to Ostagar, and her attempts to do better by herself and her companions during Origins.

In theory it's also the story of Lean Hawke and Irosyl Lavellan, as they also get sent to the beginning of their respective timelines, but if I ever manage to pull this off the way I want to, those will likely be separate wips lol

[theseprettylittlepixels]

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Miss Elora Carrington (Cause I miss her)

[racetrackthehiggins]

I BOOPED YOU FOR MY THOUSANTH BOOP

EXCELLENT WHEN SHALL WE WED??

[yesloulou]

Daniel Ricciardo podiums on debut for Red Bull Racing at the 2014 Australian Grand Prix 🇦🇺

[ilikedetectives]

Lady in Red

[suengmi]

haii, i saw that you wanted some ot8 prompts?

maybe skz’s different ways of showing affection? maybe comforting you after a long day? idk if you’ve done any of these yet but im in a soft mood today, had a bit of a shitty day myself and nearly got fired because I overslept so that was fun 🤧

get round to this if you feel like it, if not i totally understand!! keep yourself safe bby <33 -🐶x

I'm so sorry you had a shitty day :( jeez were all human. when one of my employees slept in the other day I was like "get ya hole here where you at" and they're like "IM COMIN MY BIG OLE OVER SLEPT" like damn not the end of the world yeesh ANYWAYS hope this makes u feel better pup ❤️

no warnings (mentions of non sexual nudity???) just FLUFF ACK

○ BANGCHAN

chan always knows you're upset, he senses it almost immediately. whenever you're upset, you need space but need his comfort just as much. kind of mixed messages. you feel guilty sometimes not knowing what you want. but chan is always there, asking you what you need in the end. sometimes you don't know, so it takes it into his own hands, cooking for you, washing your hair when you shower together, giving neck kisses while he does so. "more kisses? i have unlimited for you"

○ CHANGBIN

changbin, ever the fusser. he would try to make jokes after he noticed and tease you a little bit. he'll do anything to make you laugh or smile, but you weren't always in the mood. sometimes, he got a bit confused, trying to read your face. "baby, I'm sorry. what do you need?" with that, you'd melt into his touch, crying into his neck. he'd pick you up, pulling your legs around his waist. "my lil koala" he'd say, pulling his head back to give you a kiss. his kisses would get a bit aggressive in the end, telling you how much he loves you. in the end, you'd be laughing "bin stop!!"

○ FELIX

felix would instantly come to you, hands cradling your face, probably dropping whatever he was holding not caring. "oh don't cry! why are you crying? baby what's wrong?" big cuddles, pushing your face into his chest. "felix i can't breathe." he keeps holding you for a second before he realises "oh sorry" you'd laugh a little bit, him just laughing with you about his overly affectionate way of comforting you. "i sometimes have to breathe you know" kisses all over your face and fingers sitting under your shirt, telling you how proud he is of you. MORE KISSES.

○ JEONGIN

"oh shit" he'd say, seeing you crying on the couch. his bags thudding on the ground as he walked in the door. "baby no," he'd panic a bit, walking to your side to sit next to you. "what's wrong?" you'd just start crying more. "tell me baby please. what do you need?" you'd throw yourself into his arms, mumbling how you just wanted cuddles. he wasn't the quickest to pick these things up, but he knew if you'd just want to cry, letting you do what you needed. his hands soothing along your back as he rested his cheek on your head. "are you hangry? I'll get in the car right now you wanna maccas? chocolate? is it me?? do i stink??" you'd just laugh, knowing he's doing his best.

○ JISUNG

eyes wide and searching your own. you're in the sheets. nothing is said when he slips in behind you, running his hand around your waist to hold you. "you don't have to talk" he'd say, kissing your cheeks and shoulders. reassuring you that he gets overwhelmed sometimes, too, so he understands. you'd turn into his chest, enjoying his smell. it's comforting. in the end, you'd just exist in his arms, not talking about anything. he'd just kiss your head, waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to talk. patient as always

○ HYUNJIN

drops everything that he's doing when he hears you sniffle a little bit. "baby what is it? tell me" you'd just shake your head not wanting to talk. "bad day huh? tell me, please, i wanna know" you'd end up talking about your day, how shitty your work was, he knows you'll feel better after venting just getting it all off your chest. he knows you too well. his hands would be running through your hair and fingers gently wiping away your tears. "I love you" he'd say, all gooby and warm. this would make you cry more mumbling into his chest that you love him too.

○ LEE KNOW

"what you whining about?" he'd laugh when he came home hearing you start spouting off about work and the shit that came with it. this would probably make it a bit worse, frustration of him not listening and turning it into a joke. "oh babe" he'd coo, coming to your side, grabbing your hands in his. he wouldn't realise how bad you feel until he actually sees you. "sorry is it really that bad? i didn't mean to make you cry more" he'd probably feel really bad, pressing little kisses on your puffy lips. "im a dick" he'd pout, kissing you more. you're a mess now, everything setting you off. "i'm here, what do you need? I'll do whatever I can."

○ SEUNGMIN

seungmin says nothing when he notices you crying. the kiss on your forehead would be gentle, saying it all. he'd leaves you for a moment running you a bath and lighting some candles in his bathroom. he'd bring you to the bathroom carefully moving you with his hand in yours, undressing you before him. he'd help you into the bath, sitting in behind you. just rubbing his hands up and down your arms and giving you cuddles whenever you'd cry harder, arms sitting across your chest and face nuzzling into your neck whispering how beautiful you were and how you could get through this.

[uhohdad]

Centaur König for Dad bc Ty for feeding us that Michelin top tier story. My big back is loaded up with snack and deliciously crafted fics🍰💕

He’s easy to kick some ass. LITERALLY lmao

i know a story met its standard when stresss sends me treat art as a reward 🥹🥹🥹💖💕💖💗💕🧸🧸 <3 <3 <3

just call me mr. hands lmaoooo

STRESSS’ LAST TREAT

KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

[celestie0]

I have a question idk if you answered this before or not anyways, did kickoff! Gojo have feelings for reader before he slid into her dms? And when todo needed help with mina did he think like this is the perfect chance to get close to reader?

hii my love i actually don’t think i’ve gotten this question before!! :0

no he didn’t have feelings for her before he messaged her hsldkdj he actually didn’t even know who she was until he facebook stalked mina to find out who her roommate was n then he found reader’s profile, stalked her for like two hours n then finally requested to follow her on instagram LOL

so when he reached out to her, it was mostly just intrigue and also just the desire to help todo out. and then obviously when they met he was really attracted to her, but the feelings came after they started seeing each other n hanging out often!!

[hourcat]

Model and Designer for piarles 😘🙏

20. model and designer

Pierre can't sleep.

It's becoming a habit, which is not boding well for his stomach lining considering how much more coffee he's been drinking because of that fact. Pierre just...can't sleep. There's not much he can really attribute it to, except for maybe the fact that he's a few months out from the big debut of his whole new fashion line--the latest Louis offshoot he'd been fortunate enough to helm. This is years of his life at stake: all that school and groundwork, all the bleeding and pricking and crying he'd done to find himself here, surrounded by fabric swatches laid out haphazardly at the desk kitty-cornered in his bedroom. There are stacks of photos and torn-up magazines out on his kitchen counter. His whole apartment is now a perfect parallel to his workplace: covered in ideas, wall-to-wall.

Hm. Maybe that's why he's becoming an insomniac.

Instead of paying the thought any more attention, though, Pierre slips out of bed and pads over to his desk chair, grabs the nearest sketchbook of his and flips to a blank page. It's not quite dawn, but there's more light than there was a few hours ago--enough to see what he'd left behind.

Charles is out cold. Completely asleep, drool and all. He looks innocent in ways that no photographer would ever be able to capture: forehead smoothed out with sleep, body curled in on itself slightly in the absence of someone next to him. Pierre gazes at him, sketchbook heavy in his hands, and feels the guilt in his stomach like a knife. He'd only invited his lead model over tonight for a review of their plans for the first walk-through with the clothes. (They have to move right, after all: Pierre needs to see his work from all angles in motion before he can be comfortable putting it on stage, even for a dress rehearsal.)

He hadn't planned for two bottles of wine. He certainly hadn't planned for Charles in his lap, warm and pliant and so, so easy as Pierre had given him direction: take this off and open your mouth and hands and knees. The memory of it makes Pierre's throat tight. So good for me, he'd mumbled after, mouth pressing just under Charles' ear, and the yes sir he'd gotten back had thrown him right out of his own mind.

He grips the sketchbook tighter. There's no way this can ever happen again, he knows--once is a mistake and he'll keep it that way.

From the bed, Charles snores lightly. It's a soft sound: sweet, almost. Pierre's chest is so tight he swears he must've forgotten how to breathe.

"Oh, Charlie," he whispers to the quiet of the room, "what have I done?" Nothing good, he's certain. Pencil in hand, Pierre tries to redirect his thoughts to the work laid out on the desk behind him--dresses with angular cuts, wide-arm sleeves, the jagged lines of a belt that's been nagging at the back of his mind since he'd axed the last round of the designs from his main book.

What he ends up with is this: Charles, in charcoal, curled up in his expensive sheets. The most damning evidence of his lapse in judgment, and he can't even bring himself to rip the sketch to shreds because it feels like a waste--a waste of beauty, even if it's a beauty he can't have.