#welp here ya go

[smowyashe]

i feel like Hesh would give the best hugs ever, bc yall know Logan needs lots of hugs and his big brother is always there for him

i can imagine after a stressful mission Hesh and Logan just cuddling to de-stress

Kick joins in too bc he loves invading personal space

Neptune is def a good hugger too (#JUSTICEFORNEPTUNE) he runs hot so they flock to him in winter (not merrick tho he'll sooner bite off his own hand than get a hug)

speaking of merrick, he doesnt like receiving hugs but he'll give them, just the awkward side hug most of the time to console someone, but he does occasionally give out good hugs to people who he cares about (R.I.P Ajax 😔)

SpEaKiNg of Ajax - may his soul rest in peace - he is DEFINITELY a hugger, the one to ignore your outstrectched hand and jst pull u in like "aww c'mere! y'know im a hugger" sorta shit

Keegan would not be caught dead in a cuddle pile, but sometimes someone (Logan/Ajax) can convince him to let them cuddle up next to him and if he sneaks an arm around their shoulders... well thats for him to know and you to never find out

Elias - may his soul rest in a nest of warm pillows on a summer night - gives hugs, mostly to his kids, but also to his friends and other kids he's looked after, not too much of a hugger but wont hesitate to give one or struggle while receiving one (still prefers a nice, solid handshake)

Rorke (pre fed bc fed rorke aint giving no hugs and sure as hell aint gettin any) is also a hugger but more of a "nope, im a hugger, deal with it" kinda guy, gives great hugs, like a loving father (except he went out for lottery tickets and never came back, father we miss you)

idk abt Torch or Grim, we dont get much on them but i personally think Torch would give pretty shitty hugs, squishing you an shit, but his heart is in it

Grim, despite his name, likes getting hugs, but wont get caught dead asking for one, he'll give you a hug if you ask for one though, he'll enjoy it but grumble and groan about how much you're squishing him (no im not insinuating that Torch gives Grim hugs because he knows Grim likes them but will never admit it and Torch knows Grim wont say no so he just randomly hugs him sometimes and Grim pretends to hate it but he really doesn't, and-)

[typhcid]

vash was never good at hiding. in fact , more often than not he was in the spotlight. the entire jujutsu world was after him and yet here he was . . . eating donuts with a carefree attitude. the shop just opened so how could he even deny the pleasure ? perhaps he wasn't too worried. it's not like there was a wanted poster with his face plastered everywhere. he strolls down the street munching on the sweet treat when he bumps into someone. he jumps back and lets out a nervous laugh.

“ my bad I - ” oh. upon leaning closer he came to the conclusion that this was no ordinary person , the cursed energy could easily be sensed. he didn't want to cause a scene nor run away. he'd only just gotten these donuts. why waste them ? he slips another past his lips. “ excuse me , I think I'll just be on my way. ” he stood out like a sore thumb , the red coat and glasses sure enough gave it away.

@divinezenin

[confuse-the-masses]

[bnesszai]

"will it kill you to tell me the truth for once?" + souheki.. 👀

Huehuehue.

"Will it kill you to tell me the truth for once?"

"Yes," Dazai hisses, turning on Ranpo with dark, sharp eyes. Obsidian. Jagged and broken to pieces.

Ranpo's eyes open into slits. "Why?"

A short, hysteric laugh leaves Dazai's chest. "Because this is who I am. When have you known me to be honest?"

"When you first joined," Ranpo says. "When you first joined, you said you wanted to save people. That is the most honest I have ever seen you."

Dazai looks like they've been slapped across the face. They turn their head away. A long moment of silence stretches over them. It's uncomfortable, nearly suffocating, but Ranpo refuses to back down.

"Why does the truth scare you so much?"

To Dazai, truth is blood spilled from a man searching for redemption. To Dazai, honesty is cold and aching, an acceptance of the more cruel and twisted things in life. To Dazai, the truth is what rattles in their chest when they breathe and what they find at the bottom of a bottle.

"It doesn't."

"Liar."

To Dazai, honesty is Ranpo standing here with a bleeding heart on full display. Dazai wants to rip it from Ranpo's chest. Eat it. Crush it. Turn it to dust. Tuck it into their own rib age so that--

"Fuck off," is what Dazai finally says before storming out the door.

[navnae]

I saw on twitter about a femboy hooters coming in 2023 and I immediately thought about Steve being a waiter there. Eddie is aware of that Steve would have to show a little bit of skin while working there but he didn’t expect Steve’s uniform to be so revealing. Steve wears the shortest and tightest orange shorts that he could find, they left nothing to the imagination. Then add a white crop top that has ‘Hooters’ on the front of his chest and that was the entire uniform. When Eddie sees it for the first time he could barely form words as Steve entered the room.

“Babe, do you think this looks good or should I change it?” Steve asked innocently while he did a little spin to show off his entire outfit. Eddie couldn’t even look at him without feeling his face get hot.

“Looks good.” Eddie said quickly hoping that Steve would take a hint or else he wasn’t going to leave for work anytime soon.

“Okay, thank you!” Steve said happily before giving Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he was on his way to work.

If Eddie had to see that outfit every morning it was definitely going to be a challenge for him.

[waterfallofspace]

Reminiscing On Rebuttals.

The one in which W/olfwood seems to have a cold, and V/ash dips into his memories in order to fight the urge to say something about it. Feat. A ‘not-so-surprise’ twist as to the cause of the ‘sickness’. Also featuring V/ashwood because this is absolutely a date even though neither of them can admit it. 

Made ~this post~ and asked for suggestions, W/olfwood was picked to be the one suffering by @lycheeehehe and since I wholeheartedly agree, and deeply love this man, here’s the results of that suggestion! (sorry for ANOTHER tag <3)

To anyone who reads this, thank you! And I hope you enjoy it~~

(Contains references to swearing and mild violence, in case anyone doesn’t like those!) 

Characters: V/ash, W/olfwood, + flashback/memories featuring M/eryl and R/oberto Word count: 3.6k

~~~~~~~ “Over here, Needle noggin.” Vash waves, giving Wolfwood a warm smile as he enters the dome. The sentiment is not returned, but he does get the signature smirk, cigarette hanging from his mouth, as usual. ‘Whoops- probably should have warned him ahead of time…’ “H- hey, you actually can’t smoke in here.” Wolfwood pauses, giving Vash a measured look, dropping and crushing it with a huff. Vash responds with a sheepish smile, before gasping, holding up a finger. “I actually have something you can have instead!” He digs frantically through his pockets, ‘Come on, where did I leave it… I know I put it somewhe- ah-hah! Got it!’ He stands tall, eyes closing as the smile takes over his cheeks, and holds out the lollipop. “You bought me candy?” “Well… yeah! I figured that you’d be unhappy with the no smoking rule, but I remember you sometimes like to suck on candies instead, so… w- was it not right..?” There’s a hesitation in Wolfwood’s posture that Vash can’t seem to read, but after a pause, he takes it. Vash lets the smile brush back over his face, turning on his heel to start giving Wolfwood a tour, before he pauses. “What was that?” Wolfwood’s stiff, and Vash notices the way his face has a bit more colour then it did a minute ago. “What was what, blondie?” “Hm… nothing, I guess. Just thought I heard something.” “We’re in a fucking bubble of plants. You probably heard some, I don’t know, plant noises.” A laugh shakes Vash’s body, even Wolfwood cracking a smile at the sound. Vash lightly grips his arm, letting the excitement flow through him again. “Can I give you a tour? There’s a lot that’s changed since the last time you’ve been here, and I wanna show you all of it! My favourite is probably the trees, they’re so huge, oh wait no, my favourite is actually th-” “knNNT’chh-!” “Oh, bless you Nicholas!” “N- not yehht- hH’GNxxt’chh-! dnGT’chh-!uhhh...”  “Bless you again! Are you-” “I’m fine, focus on the tour.” It would be more convincing if he didn’t have to break away to let an itchy cough dance through his chest at the end. Vash lets his grip tighten on Wolfwood’s arm, the latter still not having pulled away. They stand like that for a moment, Vash feeling every shiver that runs down Wolfwood’s spine travel up his arm as the coughing breaks off into heady sniffles. Vash can feel the question simmering on his tongue, starting to burn his mouth. ‘Are you sick?’ But before he lets it out, his mind drags him back to travelling with Meryl and Roberto. ~~~ “Are ya sick, Wolfie?” “I t- told you… hH’ZSHHHEEW-! God almighty- I told you not to call me that.” Roberto raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. ‘It doesn’t suit him’ Vash allows himself to think, throwing a blessing at Wolfwood before glancing back over at Meryl, who has pressed herself as far away from the coughing man as she can manage in such a small car. “You didn’t answer the question.” “I’m not sick. hEH’KESHHH’AA!” “Bless you!”  “Real convincing.”  “Wel- eh’kNTSSHHH’AA-! Fucking- hAH’IHHZZSHHEEW-! If you weren’t plannin’ on listening to my answer, why ask the damn question at all?”  “Bless you!”  Vash can’t help but chuckle, blushing slightly at the dirty look Roberto shoots him for the laughter. “I- I mean, he’s got a point, what his answer was gonna be was k- kinda obvious.” “See? Even spiky hair gets it.” “Vash isn’t exactly the blueprint for how to be honest ‘bout your health.” “I guess you’re right there, but that don’t mean I’m sick just because blondie agreed with me. His lack of self care ain’t relevant. heHhh-! Christ, not agai- eH’AAIYESHH’AA-!”  “B- bless you…” The pint tint deepens as Vash sinks into his seat, shooting Roberto a sheepish grin, met with a shrug, before glancing back at Wolfwood. He manages to catch the hiss that scrapes through the tired man’s throat as he brings his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his defined nose. “Headache?” He’s careful to keep his voice down, Meryl and Roberto having started a conversation ‘More like argument’ about her driving style. Wolfwood gives a slight grimace in his direction, letting his eyes flutter shut as he roughly attempts to crush all of his nose in his wrist, unsuccessfully, as the tickle takes over again. “hAH’AIISHHH’AA-!”  Meryl jumps once more, though Vash can’t tell if it’s from the noise or the fear of germs. Either way Wolfwood doesn’t miss it, neither does Vash miss the pale red starting to spread across his ears. In an effort to remedy the situation, Vash pulls out a pile of crumpled napkins, handing them over with a silent smile in lieu of a blessing. Wolfwood gives him a slight nod of thanks before burying his nose in a few rapidly pressed against his face. “hH’MMFFFSHHH’UHH-!” “Bless you.” It’s barely a whisper, but Vash knows it was heard. He lets his hand wander up from the seat to rest against Wolfwood’s shoulder, wincing at the tension that meets him. Wolfwood meets his eyes, a flicker of something burning in them that Vash can’t help but yearn for. “Sleep.” Wolfwood nods, letting his head fall to the side, the side that Vash’s hand just so happens to be placed on. Vash lets out a warm smile, eyes jumping to the front to make sure they’re not being observed. After confirming they’re not, he runs his hand against the tired man’s cheek, his blush spreading deeper at the slight congested sigh he’s met with, shortly replaced with stuffy snores.  ~~~ “You’re not gonna faint on me, are ya?”  Vash feels the world rush back into focus, Wolfwood’s expression teasing, but with a hint of genuine concern drifting in his eyes. ‘Oh, I totally just spaced out… how long was I not paying attention? It’s not like I can tell him what I was thinking about… come on Vash, think on your feet, you’re supposed to be good at this!’  “N- no of course not! Sorry I was uh… just thinking about p- plants…” Wolfwood raises an eyebrow at this and Vash mentally smacks himself. Thankfully, Wolfwood doesn’t fight it any further, most likely too focused on directing another wet sniffle at his shoulder, followed by an entirely too itchy throat clearing. “Alright then. eH’GNT’chh-! You gonna start showing me the plants instead of jus’ thinkin’ about them?” “Bless you! Right, of course, let’s go left first, that’s where the trees are, work our way back over to the far right, that’s where my favourite ones are!” “Lead the way, blondie.” A squeak escapes Vash’s mouth as he beams at Wolfwood, grabbing his arm again and dragging him off towards the trees. He can’t help but try to speed a bit through the explanations as Wolfwood’s sniffling seems to increase to a near constant level. Light, yet itchy sounding coughs keep spinning him away from Vash. ‘And then there’s the sneezing that he seems determined to stifle til it kills him, stubborn idiot.’ “hH’dnXGT-! haHHhh-! iH’ASH’nxxGT’choo-!”  “Bless you…” Wolfwood responds with a deep sniff, letting his nose rub against his wrist with an urgency that seems almost too personal to watch. Vash turns away to give him a bit of space, feeling his chest clench at the way the last one nearly broke through. “R- ready to continue?” “Go ‘head, keep talking about your trees.” “Actually we’re onto the bushes now! I know, it seems a bit like trees but smaller, but there’s actually a load of differences. So firstly-”  Vash lets himself start rambling out facts about bushes as easily as breathing. He’s spent days on end studying each plant in the dome, listening to people talk about them, reading about them anywhere he can find information. ‘There’s just something so soothing about them… a simplicity that humans don’t seem to share. It’s one of the things I love most about humanity, and yet… also something I adore about the plants.’ A slight hum pulls Vash out of his monologue, letting his eyes rest comfortably on Wolfwood’s gruff form. His hand is permanently pressed to his nose, a slight cough escaping on every second sentence, colour starting to spread through his cheeks. Despite all this, Vash can tell he’s listening to every fact, soaking in all the beauty of nature. And maybe, soaking in the beauty of something else too.  “You said these things flower, and then grow berries from those flowers?” “Yeah! Which is really fascinating because the flowers themselves aren’t particularly tasty, or edible for that matter, but the berries are delicious!”  “If you say so. hEH’enGNXT-! dtKNgxxt’-!” “Bless you. It’s actually surprising how many plants are edible, and which ones taste good! See, some look good, but don’t tast-” “hA’DANGTT-! S- shit… huHhh-! Guhh… ihhh… hiHH’AIIESHHH’AA-!” “Oh, bless you again!”  “Don’t waste your breath, needle noggin. You were saying something about tasting good?” Vash tries to recall the point he was making, but his attention is preoccupied watching Wolfwood attempt to rub his nose clean off his face. He lets out another light cough, stumbling a bit with the effort taken to contain the sneezes that follow right on its heels. ‘Seems they’re not satisfied being crushed into oblivion anymore.’ Vash fights the instinct to offer a blessing, instead offering a distraction from the miserable sniffling. “EHHNGXT’choo-! hehh’SHHkngtt’choo-!” “Can’t remember what I was saying before, but that’s okay, you’ve probably had enough bush facts… Let’s move to the flowers instead, some of my favourites are over there! They just have such beautiful colours, it’s almost like a sunrise but in a physical form, plus-” Grabbing Wolfwood’s arm yet again, Vash practically skips over to the flowers, his excitement only dulled by the way Wolfwood flinches away from Vash into his shoulder to stifle another set.  “iH’hNGtt-! eh’KngXT-!” “Bless you.” “Thanks, blondie… excuse me.”  Standing in front of the flowers, gesturing to a field of poppies, Vash finds himself studying Wolfwood, trying to catalogue symptoms. ‘He doesn’t seem feverish, but there’s the sneezing, sniffling, he’s got a cough, and his voice seems to be getting hoarse. Though, I can’t tell if that’s from the stifling or a sore throat. And then he excused himself instead of brushing it off or making a joke… he’s gotta be feeling worse than he’s letting on… I should really say something… but…’   ~~~ “INKGT’shoo-!” “Bless you. You should really stop that, you’re gonna implode.” “Thanks for the concern shortie, but it’s misplaced. You should be more worried about the fucking mob waiting to skin us alive outside the door. Thanks for that, stampede.”  Vash blushes, Roberto and Wolfwood shooting matching glares in his direction while Meryl offers a sympathetic smile.  “I tried to warn you! I said they weren’t exactly fans of mine here…” Meryl suddenly joins in on the glares, Vash feeling his face run pale, a sheepish smile forming as she waves her hands around with an irritated retort.  “That’s not the same thing as ‘oh hey guys, heads up, the whole town will actively try to hunt me down and kill me’.” “hH’AIIYYZZSHHEWW-! RRSHHH’AA-!” Roberto rolls his eyes as Vash and Meryl offer simultaneous blessings, Wolfwood brushing them off with a rough sigh, turning his attention back to the crack between the boards of the window they’re crouched around.  “It looks to be about ten, maybe fifteen at most. I could take maybe six on a good day.” “Is this a good day, undertaker?” “heHhH-! hEPT’TNGGK’choo-! Christ- iHH’ZZSHHHEEW-!” Meryl and Vash echo the previous blessing, prompting a new round of eyerolls from Roberto, Wolfwood joining in this time, before Roberto casts his eyes back on the sickly man.   “Gonna take that as a no.” “I’m fine. Now are we gonna do this or what, blondie?” “Y- yeah… I mean… or we could try to find a back way, run away before they can get in…?” “An- AYYZZSCHHH’OO-! And why exactly would we do that?”  A nervous smile works its way across Vash’s face as he goes to answer, Meryl shooting him a pointed look he chooses to ignore. ‘Someone’s gotta say something… he’s gonna get himself killed if he tries to go out there in this state.’ “Bless you… and well… you seem a… a bit… sick- hey, ouch!” Vash yelps as Wolfwood’s hand meets the back of his head with a rough swat. Roberto lets out a light chuckle which Meryl glares at him for, giving Vash a soft smile as he rights himself. Wolfwood, however, is glowering at him. “I am not sick. I don’t get sick. heHhh…! Oh for fucks- hEH’KNNZSSHHHEW-!” “Deny as much as you’d like, Wolfie-” “Don’t call me that.” “-the fact remains, you’re in no state to take on this many people. Stampede is right, for once, we should try to find a back way out and sneak away.” “Fine, I ain’t gonna fight you. Rather save my energy for kicking this one’s ass for getting us into this mess.” Another blush spreads across Vash’s ears, dipping down into his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. Wolfwood smirks a little at the display, before dipping back into his chest with another harsh outburst.  “knNGT’ZSHHH’oo-! IHHZZYYSHHHEW-!” “Bless you.”  There’s silence in response, but as Meryl and Roberto head downstairs to start scoping out possible exits, Wolfwood lets his head rest against Vash’s shoulder, sniffling deepling as the position loosens the congestion. Vash lets a soft smile form, running his fingers through Wolfwood’s hair, giggling at the sigh it releases. “I’ve got you, Nicholas.” “I know, blondie.” ~~~ The scene finishes playing in Vash’s mind. As he regains conscious-thought he finds, much to his alarm, that he’s been talking the whole time. ‘So final verdict, mentioning the illness leads to physical retaliation, but if I just keep up what I’m doing he’ll seek comfort on his own terms. I can do that. Side point, it seems I can just rattle off facts about flowers without even being consciously aware of it…’ “-and that’s why I enjoy lavender. Do I talk in my sleep?” Wolfwood who’s been nodding along, offering light hums or growls between the outpouring of his symptoms suddenly stops, raising an eyebrow as he casts a smirk towards Vash. “Where did that come from?” “I just- uhh… was wondering..?” “hEH’INNGT’shoo-! Well-”  “Bless you.” “-not much that I’ve heard, just a few words here and there.” “What?! And no one ever thought to tell me?” Vash gets a shrug in response, but a mischief dances through Wolfwood’s watery eyes, smirk deepening against his cheeks. ‘He’s obviously feeling well enough to make fun of me still, though given his mindset of denial, that just means he isn’t on death's door yet.’  “I guess it must’ve slipped my mind. hH’ESHNXXT’shoo-! Damn it.”  “Bless you. D- do you maybe have a…” Wolfwood throws a dirty glare his way, eyes daring Vash to finish the sentence. In response, Vash feels his cheeks warm, ears starting to faintly burn. It’s quickly replaced by a pang of concern as the latest sneeze has left Wolfwood slightly trembling as he attempts to catch his breath. ‘I need a new plan, something to get him sitting down so he can rest, without being too obvious. I could say that I need to rest, but he wouldn’t buy that… Oh I got it!’  “Do you wanna come see my favourite flowers? They’re called sunflowers, they’re so tall and bright yellow with a black center, it’s just stunning, wanna see..?” “That’s what I’m here for, ain’t it?” The response sounds cold, but there’s a playful tone in Wolfwood’s voice that sends chills down Vash’s spine. His hand trembles at the thought of grabbing him again, ‘Maybe I shouldn’t keep pulling on him… I don’t know if he wants-’ but before he can spiral too far, Wolfwood lets his own hand grip Vash’s. Neither of them says a word, matching colours blooming over their cheeks as Vash leads him towards the flowers.  “There’s a bench in the middle of the field, it’s practically surrounded by them, can we sit on it..? I really like how close you feel to them on it.” “hept’IZNNGT’choo-! Scuse me. If you insist, blondie. Your tour after all.” Despite the way he rolls his eyes, Vash can hear the sigh Wolfwood releases as he sits, elbows resting on his knees as he lets his head fall into his hands. Vash starts to ramble on about the sunflowers, but is cut off before he even finishes the first sentence. “I love how tall they are, they even reach up to our hea-” “hAH’AIIIYYSHH’OO-! KZZSHHH’AA-! hiHhH’IZZSHHH’AA-!” “Bless yo-” “KNG-ZZSHH’AA-! I can’t… hUH’EEYSHHHEWW-! AIIEESHHHEW-! RRSHHHH’AA-! I can’t stop… heHhH-! ahh…. iHH’KNGTT-DTGXT-huH’IZZSSHHH’OO-!” “Are you okay-?” Vash’s panicked tone comes with a frantic attempt to figure out why Wolfwood’s suddenly so much worse. He lets his worried gaze run across Wolfwood’s convulsing form, a stabbing pain in his heart as the sneezing man attempts to give him a wide eyed look. He only succeeds in prying open his eyes for a second before the onslaught crushes them shut once more. “hEH’KETSCHHH’AA-! eh’kNTSHhhew-! What the fuck is happening- haAhHH-! aiiyESHH-keschhh-rRRESHH’AA-!” “Come on Nico, just try to breathe. Bless you- I don’t understand why it got so much worse?!”  “I- eh’EASCHHH’oo-! hH’RRSHHH’AA-! KESSHH’AA-! Every breath- ma- makesitworse- hEH’INGGTT’choo-!” “Bless you… Every brea- shit Nicholas- stand up, right now, here, grab my arm, just stand up! Why didn’t you say something?”  Wolfwood does as he’s told, and Vash grimaces at the state of his nose as he leaves the safety of his arm to shoot Vash a confused look before ducking back in, smothering another desperate fit. “MMFFSHH’AA-! hEH’INNGT-RRSHHH’AA-! eH’MMFFSHH’OO-!” Vash pulls Wolfwood along at a pace that leaves both of them panting for air as they reach the doors of the dome. He practically throws Wolfwood through them, the panting man slumping down the wall until he’s sitting on the floor, Vash taking a seat next to him. “Christ Nico, why would you enter the dome if this was gonna happen? Bless you again…”  The sudden realization that seems to dawn on Wolfwood’s face between desperate hitching nearly gets a laugh out of Vash. Without a word, Wolfwood ducks back into his shoulder, aiming away from Vash but entirely giving up on catching them. Vash takes a deep breath to calm himself, noticing how they’re already sounding slightly softer.  “uhH’ZZSHHHEWW-! yyyiESSHH’aa-! hh’AIISHhh’oo-!” “Here, bless you by the way, take these, they’re not much, but it should help.” Wolfwood greedily accepts the napkins, attempting to crush his defined nose into the stack as another set pushes its way out of his battered sinuses. “heHh’knNGSHH’oo-! iZZSHHHEEW-! Fuckin- hAH’AIISHH’aa-!” “Bless you. Jeez, I thought you were just sick? Why didn’t you tell me?”  “I als- heH’ESHHEEWW-! Also thought I w- hH’RRUSHH’AA-! was just si... sick- hAH’keTCHshh’oo-!”  Another itchy cough leaves both wincing as Wolfwood attempts to suck air back into his lungs between spasms. Vash runs through the events in his head, too distracted to offer a blessing. ‘I should have noticed… when he’s sick it usually starts in his throat, he should have been hoarse before the sneezing started… I was just so distracted by the plants…’ “It’s my fault, I’m sorry. I should have noticed, or said something, I just…” Wolfwood lets out a rough laugh as the coughing fades out, sending the burning feeling back to Vash’s gut. Chills run down his spine as he realizes one of Wolfwood’s hands is still clinging to his. Wolfwood sniffles deep and wet before he responds. “Not your fault. I’m not the easiest person, am I, blondie?” “Heh… not exactly…” “Seems I’m not the easiest allergic person ei- heH’IZZSHH’AA-! either.” “Bless you… Again- I’m really sorry Nicholas, I shoul-” A light squeeze to his hand shuts Vash’s mouth mid word. His eyes trace up to Wolfwoods, shivering at the warmth that’s waiting for him. “Not your fault. I’ve had this sort of reaction to things before. Turns out I’m a pretty allergy prone guy I guess. Christ- eH’KETSHHEEW-! aiiYESHH’aa-! Might be one of the reasons I enjoy trudging the desert so much. Don’t normally run into much besides sand.”  “Bless you. You have allergies?” “Yeah, and what of it? They’re actually a sign your immune system works too well. Plus I guess I needed something to combat the fact I basically never get sick. Wouldn’t be fair to all you folk if I just got to be immune to everything.” Vash allows the laugh bubbling up in his chest to reveal itself, mind flashing back to all the many, many times he’d seen Wolfwood sick. ‘Denial to the very end. Predictable as always, Nicholas.’ Wolfwood’s smile brightens at the sound, dark eyes feeling nothing but warm as Vash soaks them in. “hEh’aiiYEshh’oo-!” “You’re starting to sound a bit better, bless you. I guess not being in the dome helps. And it probably helps to not be sitting at nose-level with all that polle-” “hEH’RRUSHHH’AA-! IZZSHHHEEEW-! Oh god blondie, don’t even say the word.” “Bless you! Sorry! Why don’t we go see if home has some medication somewhere.” Wolfwood coughs again, lighter but still itchy, and lets out another deep sniff. “Sounds like a plan. hept’ktSHHAA-!” “Bless you, Nicholas.”  “Thank you, Vash.” Shivers run down his spine at the use of his name. ‘People call me that all the time but… somehow it feels so… personal… when he does it.’ A bright smile slips across his face, Wolfwood echoing it with one of his own, whispering something under his breath that Vash just catches, before standing and starting to head toward home.  “I’ve always loved your real smile.” 

[thegenderfluidace]

Anyone else’s brain decide that randomly and when they can’t sleep that they gotta draw realism/semi realism? Just my weird brain? Mkay………

[creationsofimaginationsblr]

"How do you do that? It's like you're reaching into my head and plucking out my thoughts."

"..good." 

"That means I'm doing it right." They replied to his silent raised brow.

"What do you mean?"

"I like knowing how people think. And I really like understanding people I care about, down to the deepest bits that make them…them. Even if you're only a concept, a character in another person's story, I want to understand you as fully as I can.

"I want to understand how you move, why you do what you do, what haunts you, what you love, and what loves you back.

"I think….I think it's one of the only ways I can understand people anymore. To know them to their very core, to let them tell their stories, to hear the music they hear, to understand the rhythm they move in.

"I don't know why. I've just….always been like this, i guess. 

"Maybe it's because I care about you, or maybe it's because my brain is a little broken.

"Or Maybe….maybe it's because I'm not much of a person anymore. So much so, that sometimes I doubt I'm even a "person" at all. I don't know. But, I know I like understanding other people, so I try to be damn good at that."

“...what?”

“You keep saying your brain works in a weird way. Could you explain?”

Galix let out a low hum, thinking about it for a minute.

“It's ... .well, it depends.”

“On?”

“Happier moments kind of look like…watercolor paintings? But done in the bright colors of gouache? It’s full of movement and light, and I can usually hear the happiness. Sometimes it's the scene of a bright cafe, with the sound of idle chatter, but it's focused on an expression. Rose on the cheeks, eyes widening, the dizzying feeling of ‘oh shit, i'm in love with this person’.

“Or maybe it’s all movement. Maybe it's laughter and the sound of music in my head. It’s the feeling of rhythms pounding through me like an electrical pulse, a silent demand to be heard and seen and felt. It’s hand interlaced, its clumsy steps and the flow of clothing to that rhythm that seems to command gravity itself.”

“But, if it's sad, it’s slower. It’s hazy and blurry and out of focus, making the sharp features really pop. It’s longer moments, things that are too still to even feel alive sometimes. It’s silent snowfall through a caved in ceiling, faint light shining into a dark room where no life should be.

“Or maybe it spins, a million thoughts racing but the only thing you can focus on is the fact that someone is crying. They don’t move, the world is still and silent, but tears are slowly pouring down their cheeks as flashes of near blinding colors and pictures briefly cut in.”

“Sometimes, though, it’s much smaller things. A faint whisper of a voice I know isn’t real. My brain can pull the patterns from peoples speech and replicate it sometimes, but that only really happens to people I'm really close to. Sometimes it's touch on my shoulder that burns across my ice cold skin despite my sleeve being in the way. I know it’s not real, but my brain can make it so, and it does.”

[rubiesintherough]

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[will-you-pick-me]

Jessica with a gun cabinet is in fact the hottest thing that could have ever been said I personally believe, ma'am may I please know the names of your weapons and {REDACTED} (also the fucking memory bear thing im gonna CRY she's so perfect) But oohh! Ulrich coming in with the pen, if it's a fountain pen, rest in pieces that poor fucking nib, knowing him its a REAL expensive one that has a gold tip too ToT Now, what kinds of media do they all enjoy? Be it genres or types or from specific creators?

I can't tell you why the back of my brain is insisting this, but I feel compelled to tell you that Ulrich actually has a preference for those NASA ballpoint pens. Maybe also those "tactical" pens you see in magazines sometimes.

Yeah idk either. I didn't know about this until just now either. Such is the life of OCs though I guess.

Most of Jessica's guns don't have names, except the older shotgun, which she's had since she was a teen. That one is named Rosa, since it's wooden parts have a reddish stain.

As for media they all like-

Mikey is a horror-comedy guy. Think the Scary Movie franchise, where every scare is also a gag - it's stupid, mindless, and perfect to zone out to. Add some snacks maybe some weed and you have a very happy Mikey.

Ulrich will tell you he doesn't have time to watch "some excuse for a film" with you, but no matter what you pick, about 20 minutes in you'll find him sighing dramatically as he sinks himself into the seat next to you. Probably muttering something along the lines of "someone has to make sure you're not getting into trouble" as an excuse. He seems to get there just a little bit earlier for action movies, though...

Zach is down for most romances, especially ones that sway a little more towards that cottage-core dream, or historical/fantasy romances. It's nice to pretend that there's still magic in the world that's used for only good, that everyone can have happy endings and their very own knight in shining armour.

Jessica, it might surprise you, is the horror movie buff. Scream, Texas Chansaw Massacre, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday 13th, she'll binge the francise of each and every one with you if you'll let her. She miiight also be a true crime podcast kinda girl if she wants audio only while she works on a sewing project...

Jack is big on the found family trope, and if that's the central theme of the movie, he's likely to watch it with you regardless of what other genre it's paired with, though horror will give him a little bit of a pause. If you're ok with cuddling him and reassuring him that you're there to protect him, though, then go ahead and let the gore spill!

Narrator... Movie? What's a movie? He's happy to learn what you mean alongside you, though, especially if he knows it'll make you smile.

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I’m really sorry to hear that you’ve been going through rough times! I hope you’re doing alright now! And please don’t worry about the long waits. Please take your time and take care of yourself first ❤️

BGM - Relinquish - Made in Abyss

ACT 1

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ACT 3 - 1 <<< 17 / 18 / ???

Oh my GOD I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO MAKE. Shit happened with my living situation, toxic parents, house hopping, yada yada yada.

And also Bowser lol. He has SO MANY DETAILS in his damn outfit. I can’t wait to get rid of it soon omg. Those third, fourth, and fifth images killed me for two days 💀. I think they look good, eh? 👉🏼👈🏼

I make no promises that the next update for this comic won’t come out faster since Bowser is still around uuughhhh. Wish me luck.

What timing to post a m/m wedding on Pride Month 💀💀💀.

[kindred-spirit-93]

oc interview session I: Hilal Khalil riordanverse

heyo its me nina! as part of my stress induced oc lore dumping, heres my meeting & interview with Hilal. all rights reserved to rick riordan only the ocs are mine. i tried lol.

･ﾟ.･ﾟ✧ .･ﾟ･ﾟ

its 9:03 and our appointment isnt for another 10 minutes ish. swirling what remains of my earl gray to see the patterns at the bottom of the cup, i look up and see someone looking at me from across the room.

we seem to have spotted each other at the same time, which quietens the sudden jolt in my stomach. i probably should have had breakfast. she makes her way over to my table and the temperature drops slightly. i definately shouldve had breakfast that wasnt coffee.

"good morning! sorry im a little early today."

"oh! no not at all! please have a seat and help yourself." i was a bit thrown off by the warmth and depth of her voice, which seemed to be at odds with the coolness of her eyes. that or the lack of sleep was starting to get to me.

she smiled but didnt meet my gaze. i took a moment to observe her while she poured herself some tea and added 2 teaspoons of sugar. her headscarf was a muted rose colour that accentuated the pink of her nose and cheeks; it was a crisp and cold April morning, perfect weather to sip something warm and read a book or watch the rain softly fall on the window. and have waterdrop races.

her nose scrunched slightly when she brought the steaming cup closer to her face. her eyes were dark and her olive skin was mostly clear. what caught my attention was the abundance of tiny cuts and scratches on her knuckles, making them quite red. probably the cold. she wore a wrist brace that made me think of ninjas for some reason. it peeked slightly from under the sleeve of her stripy jumper.

"thank you so much for coming on such short notice! love your satchel by the way." she grinned so wide for a second i thought i spilt some tea on myself. she was quite literally beaming. i couldnt help but smile myself at the change. it almost felt like spring came early.

"why thank you! i did the embroidery myself." she seemed very proud of her work, and it was genuinely beautiful. the effort itself was enough to blow me away. "its a bit wonky, but it adds to it i think." her eyes glinted with some emotion i couldnt quite place. i hummed in agreement and we drank some more tea and sat in comfortable silence. her jumper was striped like the pages of a notebook i thought. every couple of lines was coloured. rose, gray, and maroon.

after a few more mental notes, i pulled out a notebook and blue ballpoint pen, and with her permission drew a quick sketch. it was extremely rough since art was not my strongest suite. nothing was really, i smirked mentally. but she seemed to like it well enough.

"right then, i dont want to keep you too long, so heres the general outline", after a slanted thumbs up from her hand with the brace, i continued "i have a few ice breaker-esque questions for starters, but the main questions are bit more all over the place. sort of".

she downed the rest of her tea. how many cups can that tea pot hold?? "and for dessert?" she innocently asked not so innocently. jokes on her i planned this all along. "brownies. my treat". she scoffed. i narrowed my eyes.

"id like to see you try." she wiggled her eyebrows mischieviously, pulling out her purse. i snickered. "oh my sweet summer child. i payed ahead first thing this morning." she scowled and i basked in my glory. i made a mental note to thank my dad for the suggestion.

she sighed and accepted her fate. i smiled softly. i felt for her, i really did. it was still funny though. but the blueberry brownie bowl is to die for so i didnt feel too bad. after the last of the tea was drank. drunk. drinked? after the last of the tea was gone, she suggested a walk in the park across the road. that glint was back in her eye. what was she thinking of? i wondered. or maybe who?

even after shocking our systems with sugar, it was still chilly outside. the sun made up for it by effectively blinding us. why where there so many reflective surfaces?? we made it to the park unscathed and settled down on a picnic bench. but it was too cold (and possibly damp) so we went to the swings instead. genius idea really.

we spent about a good 2 hours, taking a few breaks here and there to swing and and eat bicuits; Hilal had very kindly brought a tupperware of homemade barazek (sesame biscuits). best part however was the sprinkle of salt on top, something id never seen before. and not only did it work, it was the cherry on top. which was interesting because the biscuits arent that sweet to begin with. she was full of surprises.

･ﾟ.･ﾟ✧ .･ﾟ･ﾟ

later that night after having written everything down on the same notebook, i went over the day in my head, playing and replaying everything to see if i had missed anything.

the way she tilted her head when she thought, or pulled her sleeves to her fingers, or flailed her arms when she was cold. how she walked, spoke with her hands, covered her mouth when she laughed.

i looked down at what i wrote already, doodles bringing each page to life.

part 2 later its late and im tIRED concept art probably never

[ghastlygraves]

[ozarkthedog]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

summary: Logan fucks you with one of his cigars.

pairing: Logan Howlett x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. smut. object insertion -> unlit cigar. don't try this at home. wc: 509

an: welp, here i am, writing about object insertion once again. first time writing Logan despite pining for him since 2000. thanks to @missredherring for having no qualms about being fucked with a cigar. you're a real one.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬

Logan lands a heavy thumb on your clit and swirls the tiny button producing an excess of slick from your glistening sex. "Want 'er nice n' wet." He brazenly informs while puffing on a lit cigar nestled between his lips.

Earlier, he tempted you into his bedroom with a grin; you didn't notice the new box of cigars tucked under his arm. He softly commanded you to lie on his bed and to hold your legs apart.

"I wanna try somethin'."

You should've known how this would turn out when he stood between your thighs and brought one of the fresh cigars to his nose, smelling it like a predator catching whiff of wounded prey.

He teases the head of an uncapped cigar along your puffy, slick opening and slowly drags the blunt end up and down, making sure to gather as much sticky arousal as he can before pushing into your warmth. "There ya go, you can take it."

The pressure is noticeable as it glides across your velvet walls. The cigar is as thick as one of Logan's fingers and grazes all the right spots as he languidly fucks you with it. "Wanna taste ya all day long."

Your stomach cramps at the thought of how inappropriate it was to be fucked with such an object, not to mention the fact that Logan would be puffing away on your pussy soaked cigar in front of people.

"Come on, kid. Drench it." Logan commands, making your cunt clench hard as he rubs tight, steady circles around your clit and forces you to come with no chance of denial.

He husks immoral praise while he continues to thrust the cigar deeper, staining it with your arousal until you try to clamp your thighs together and push at his forearms, overwrought with mind-numbing bliss. "Logan, please," you whimper pitifully as your cunt beats in time with your heart.

He smirks before sliding the cigar from your heat, eliciting a soft, relieved groan from your chest. You watch in awe as he raises and inspects the cigar. It's effectively soaked, dripping with your creamy arousal, and the thought makes you lightheaded.

Logan plucks the old cigar he was puffing on from his mouth and eagerly replaces it with the one just inside you. He cuts the cigar cap with a butterfly blade he keeps stowed in his pocket before flicking his lighter; the foot sizzles, burning like the sun before he takes a few cautious drags and tongues the freshly sodded head. Earthy smoke swirls from his mouth as he leers down at you like a dragon fresh after a kill.

"Fuckin' delicious," he mutters. The words are garbled, barely coherent, over the cigar before he rolls it to the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

A weak laugh breezes out of your throat, and you shake your head with bewilderment before two brute hands catch you by surprise and wedge your knees apart. Logan splays your thighs wide open with a wicked smile.

"Got 9 more to go, bub."

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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you ready ? | carlos sainz

summary; when one time in ibiza, you made a deal with a random spanish man that if if in 5 years you weren't dating someone you would marry him... it's been 5 years !

pairing; carlos sainz x diplomat!reader

warnings; swearing ?? english isn't my first language !

an; also i'm taking requests pleaseeeeee give me scenarios i would gladly make them

fc; chiara king

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yourusername - 2016

liked by carlossainz55, yourbestfriend, and 235 others !

yourusername me after doing handstands in the pool to impress him but see ya in 5 years ig

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carlossainz55 I hope so !

yourbestfriend that is a crazy bet but i'm here for it

yourfriend1 damn you're stunning

yourfriend2 okay period girl that tan ate

yourfriend3 yummy

username mmhm why is carlos liking and commenting ??

▮ username literally ahaha no way the f1 gossip pages still haven't found this

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yourusername - 2021

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yourusername single life means gno everyday !!!

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yourbestfriend thank god cause i couldn't stand that ugly rat

▮ yourfriend1 and he had the audacity to cheat !

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yourbestfriend i need you to stop traveling, i can assume you pookie no need to work and leave me every monday

▮ yourusername ily babe but i'm not gonna fuck up 10 years of studies for you <3

▮ yourbestfriend well i tried, ...

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yourusername - 2021

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yourusername i love my job

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carlossainz55 so... it's been 5 years ! you still up ?

▮ yourusername omg carlos hi

▮ carlossainz55 yeah hi y/n (liked by author)

▮ maxverstappen1 ☕️

▮ username WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF

yourfriend2 when i'll buy france you'll be my prime minister and minister of international relationships

▮ yourusername how much will you pay me ?

yourbestfriend can i pls come with you next time

▮ yourusername no youre gonna distract me and yk i can't say no to you

▮ yourbestfriend i promise we'll go out only the last day !

▮ yourusername ok we might have a deal

yourfriend1 stunning

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yourfriendwhichisamale loveeee never knew what i was missing

▮ yourusername bro if you don't shut up you're gonna make me fumble

▮ landonorris ouh 👀

▮ carlossainz55 cabron leave

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carlossainz55 - 2024

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carlossainz55 fell in love with her way before that deal trust me ! can't believe i actually get to call you MY wife after 3 years of relationship and the best years of my life, i love you y/n more than you could ever imagine ❤️

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yourbestfriend WELP I LOVE YOU GUYS

yourusername i love you too carlos and i think you've got an idea of how much i love you

maxverstappen1 congrats guys, i'm so proud of you guys and also for being part of that deal 😆❤️

▮ carlossainz55 shush that's a secret

▮ yourusername YOU WERE INVOLVED ?

landonorris my parents awww ily

username carlosy/n nation we are so alive omg

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rúbendias congrats mate (like by author)

username their history is so wattpad coded please it's too cute for me

oscarpiastri can you please adopt me now ?

▮ charles_leclerc WHAT ??? NO WTF

▮ yourusername ofc my cutie osc anything for you my love

▮ carlossainz55 oh

▮ landonorris they're already my parents move and i'm y/n's favorite

▮ oscarpiastri i'm gonna hold your hand when i'll say this

▮ yourusername yeah sorry norris

yourusername - lake como

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yourusername made the deal for the plot but actually found my soulmate on the way, i love you carlos ! you're the love of my life ❤️

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yourbestfriend the way this story ended is my roman empire

username she's beautiful

username i knew this wedding wouldn't disappoint after seeing y/n's aesthetic

▮ username she's literally a diplomat and he's literally an f1 driver i was excepting something as big as they served us !

▮ username fr love them for this !!!!! this is so iconic imagine having your wedding in lake como

lilymunihe my baby i'm so happy for you awwww

▮ yourusername ily lily

carmenmmundt wedding of the year !! thank you for inviting george and i it was an incredible experience !

▮ yourusername awww thank you for being here carmen ily

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i tried ahaha pls i would love to have your feed back or any ideas for an smau !!

[cactuskat]

I believe this is referring to The Mathter from season 4 of Kim Possible, Mathter and Fervent, in which an evil mad scientist is denied funding for his unethical mathematical experiments, and is thus thrown off the wall into full villainy

Also why are "mad scientists" always associated with chemistry????? Like a dude hysterically laughing bc his test tube turned purple??? What about Psychologists, or Anatomists, or just plain Doctors in the good ol' 19th century. If you know anything about their history, you Know they're the mad ones.