#what is cece

[stealingpotatoes]

I get the feeling if cal and merrin have kids of their own, cal would definitely be buying ponchos for them for like the next ten years or so of their lives lol

but the drama when they get to teenagerhood...

(commission info // kofi support!)

[yourlittlettoy]

Oh nooOooOoOoOoooo the hero has been captured‼️‼️😱 I sure hope nothing *terrible* happens to her nowww~ 😜🤪😝

Here’s a little behind the scenes with Wakasirasan today (Facilitated by @spiffytickler)! I got to be a SUPER HERO 😌😌~ shame it didn’t save me from any of the unspeakable things that ensued after this pic lmaooo 😰. Who’s excited to see the finished product of this shoot?? LOWKEY, I KNOW I AM 🤣. Curiosity and all to see if it looks just as evil as it felt for me to go through it 👀😅😵. Gambatte @wakasira in your editing! We look forward to your results 🥰

[cvndlemoon]

i know i'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years ♡⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

[zetsubobu]

I love when artists who heavily rely on rendering, share their process because most of the time their "sketch vs final piece" looks something like this

[bcyhoods]

hi miss cece babe! love the new blog, very cutie! i do come to you with a request if you like <3 shy!reader getting steve harrington flowers on a bad day of his <3 been obsessed with shy!reader, just too soft <3

u are so cute and u sent this a while ago SORRAY. this is just a short little thing to help get out of a writing rut!

talks about migraines (brief allusion to vomiting but nothing more than a sentence)

Steve could be extremely prideful at times.

He’d jump into action headfirst even if it meant a swift blow to his temple or a demobat bite to the abdomen. More often than not, he’d reap the consequences days later in the form of a dull headache or a singing pain in his bones, in addition to the scars and bruises painted on his freckled skin. Whenever you’d ask about it though, he’d give you a charming smile with a quick, “I’m fine. You should see the other guy.”

It was usually enough to quell anybody’s concerns, safe for your own ever-worrying mind, but even then, it would soothe you just enough. He never did it out of spite or malice, he just didn’t want to worry you. Plus, he wasn’t weak. He could handle it.

Today just wasn’t his best effort, he supposes.

The pair of you were supposed to go out today, but this morning he woke up with a particularly nasty migraine that wasn’t letting up any time soon. And no witty remark was able to save him from your doting presence (which he was quite grateful for).

You’re sat beside him on his bed, pushing away the strands of hair that stick to his forehead.

“‘M sorry,” he says meekly. His complexion is pale, face screwed up in discomfort, and a sheen layer of sweat coats his skin. Any food that he was able to get down would just fight it’s way back up.

The apology makes you frown. Your hand hovers over his stomach, a featherlight touch out of fear that it’d make matters worse. “Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” you reply softly.

He reaches for your hand with his own, gently bringing it down to fully rest on the swell of his stomach and sighs in relief. The gesture gives you goosebumps. You remain this way for awhile, your other hand combing through his hair, until he’s able to drift off.

The first time he wakes up, you’re laying a warm, damp rag on his forehead and placing a delicate kiss to his cheek. You’re telling him something, but he’s not awake enough to understand. Though his headache seems to have dulled.

When he awakes again, the throbbing sensation in his head is thankfully nothing but a memory. Faint hums and the whistling of a kettle motivate him to get out of bed when he sees new items sitting on his bedside table.

You’d gone to the store to get some aspirin, which now sits on the wood beside a cup of water. But it’s not that he’s interested in, not really. Beside the medicine, with a blue ribbon around its neck, sat a vase filled with daisies. A flimsy piece of paper rested against the glass that read For Stevie :) in your handwriting.

With a gooey smile on his face, he pads into the kitchen to find you. Your back faces him as you pour liquid from the kettle into a small mug. He calls out your name, and the second you turn around, he feels his insides turn to mush at the way your face brightens.

“Oh, you’re awake!” You recoil at the momentary loudness in your voice. “Are you feeling okay?”

Steve nods and pulls you into his arms. His thumbs dip under the hem of your shirt to caress the skin of your waist. “Better, now. Thank you for taking care of me.”

You hum in response as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“And thank you for the flowers.”

Suddenly, you feel heat rush to every swell and curve of your face. You didn’t expect him to explicitly mention a few flowers. And now you’re embarrassed.

“They’re feverfew. They’re supposed to help with migraines,” you reply into the cloth of his t-shirt in an effort to hide your nervous, lovesick grin. But the silence that follows makes you queasy.

That is, until he moves to cradle your face in his hands to deliver a firm kiss to your lips. The kind that makes you feel lightheaded, the kind that makes you grasp tightly onto his biceps to prevent you from floating away. You sigh once his soft lips move away from yours and you feel his breath fan your skin as he breathes out a laugh.

“Oh no, you’re running hot. Do you have a fever?” He teases.

[theemporium]

oh!!

[datingdonovan]

a/n: wake up. food's ready. just sat here for a few minutes and rehabbed an old draft that was probably based on this fabulous onceler drabble, I think? also VERY pg13... not really any explicit sex but. it's a lot about sex. my blog and my writing used to be so sfw but cece is back after her most recent troubling sexual relationship and is probably sexier than ever. he he ha ha help me. I hope you enjoy. also reader is gn but does get called beautiful so if that feels gendered or triggering to you please be aware! also mentions of tipsy/inebriated sex!!!! so dubcon in that way? I tried to make everyone not drunk drunk but if tipsy sex is slimy for you watch out for that too

10:45AM

Yamaguchi wakes up slowly, eyes halfway open, naked body warm. And then he remembers what happened. The muscles in his body all tense at once, and it takes every fiber of his being to stay still. No no no no no. That hadn't happened. Shit. That hadn't happened, right?

But it had. His palm is resting on the soft skin of your hip and despite his best efforts he's squeezing lightly, so fucking nervous, and you're squirming toward him, still asleep, smiling softly, and it had, it had happened, oh god, it had.

Fuck. His ears are ringing with anxiety. What had happened? What had happened? He hadn't drank nearly enough last night for this to possibly have fucking happened.

And the information floods his mind as you nuzzle closer to his chest, your skin flush against his, a soft kiss where your mouth meets his shoulder. You, Tsukki, Tsukki breaking up with you — meanly, meaner than was necessary. You, Yamaguchi, and Tsukki, best friends, best friends since freshman year and Tsukki dating you and Yamaguchi shutting up and enduring it and you feeling tired of Tsukki's pretentiousness and his mean jokes and you telling Yamaguchi about it and Yamaguchi telling Tsukki about it and instead of fixing it making it worse and then you. You. YOU.

You with no more Tsukki, crying into his shoulder, and saying you just want to fuck someone. You're not even angry, you knew this was coming, you just want to fuck someone to forget. And Yamaguchi, the ever-loving asshole that he is, saying yes, yes, that makes sense, instead of saying, no, it's a bad idea. And then your dorm room, and then your sheets, and then your skin, god, your fucking skin. And now probably a hundred missed calls from Tsukki when Yamaguchi can chance a look at his phone, and the swirling feeling of bile coming up his throat, but what the fuck was he supposed to do? Wouldn't anyone have done the same?

He'd been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you, and in better, kinder ways than Tsukki, he knew. You were so beautiful, a ray of sunshine, someone who deserved the world, and to be treated with tenderness, and care. Tsukki just treated you like he did any other adoring idiot who was obsessed with him. Yamaguchi knew you deserved someone who was obsessed with you, and he knew he could be that. He knew he could love you. He had to constantly fucking remind Tsukki how you took your coffee in the morning, and what your favorite flavor of ice cream was, and that it did in fact matter when he got home if you were waiting up for him, and that you actually cared about him more than he knew and he shouldn't be wasting this opportunity treating you like an annoyance, like you didn't deserve his attention. Hell, with everything Yamaguchi tried to do to make sure you were treated right, you might as well have been dating him the whole time.

And he hated how his heart twinged with jealousy every time you chose his best friend over him, but he let it happen, because he loved you, even though he just fucking knew that wasn't how it was supposed to be. And then last night, everyone was tipsy, and you were crying, and he saw the chance to show you what really being loved could look like, and he took it. Fuck.

You mumble something soft and sweet against his shoulder and he remembers what he said last night with you on top of him, the only thing he could find the words to say, in every cadence he could think of, even after you laughed and told him to stop:

"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you."

Yamaguchi swallows hard.

It hadn't been sex. It had been love. And that was so, so much worse.

[nemaliwrites]

do you guys ever think about cece yew

it drives me crazy that everything started with her, but she's never...anything. just a pawn. all she ever wanted to do was the right thing.

and she's the one who started everything! calisto posing as her sister, badd being so affected by not being able to protect them, the yatagarasu literally forming as a direct result of her death!! we don't even KNOW her! no one knows her!

and even years later! edgeworth only being able to use the trump card as proof because it has HER blood on it!! the only way to show that it's the same card as back then! edgeworth bringing the entire smuggling ring to justice and unknowingly following in her footsteps!

she was AT MOST 19 when she died! the youngest murder victim in the entire series!

i am going to cry!

[pansy-picnics]

nintendo direct got me thinking abt my old splatoon ocs again

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I need a good drastoria fic I'm actually going to die I'm being starved of them I want to consume them so bad but there's NOTHING THERE plz if any of you have found anything give it to me right now I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure this is literally me without drastoria

[liathgray]

I had opening night yesterday for a show and I’m coming to the terrifying and incredible realization that maybe I wanna do this forever

[fwoosheye]

I had to take a quick break from my school readings. Have a no-reference Mettaton with the Cece Hat from TotK. I bet he and Cece would get along just amazingly!

[zetsubobu]

Some more evil raised lloyd headcanons because my brain is hyperfixating on this au: (season 1-3)

💜in season 1 the snakes stick around at lloyds side for much longer, simply because they are afraid of his powers

💜it's only when pythor started gathering the fang blades behind lloyds back that they start to betray him and take him captive (which is why wu brings garmadon back)

💜also because lloyd isn't on the ninjas side when garmadon brings back the grundle, he never gets aged up and remains the way he is

💜like I stated in the og post, lloyd starts to doubt his dad's plan because of the overlord since lloyd does not like the way it is manipulating him

💜lloyd only joins the ninjas (at first arguing that it's only because their goals allign) at the dark island which is why that arc is much longer than in canon (with lloyd manipulating the process of building the weapon in order to gather more time)

💜however he is only letting them help him. He for sure isn't a ninja yet

💜he eventually gets caught by the overlord though who tries to convince garmadon that his son is betraying him and working with the enemy which is why garm is faced with an ultimatum

💜since lloyd has been taught how to use the essence of destruction as a little kid (and has purple eyes whenever he uses it like in crystallized), his parents and uncle never knew he had the green element too because they thought he only inherited his fathers essence

💜which is why it came as a surprise when lloyd accidentally manifested his green powers in the middle of a battle (giving the overlord more room to argue that lloyd will betray garm since he might be the green ninja)

💜the rest follows through like normal with garmadon not being too sure anymore and getting possessed by the overlord yada yada

💜which is when lloyd begrudgingly becomes the green ninja, only to save his dad and that's it he swears

💜However when garmadon becomes purified after the battle and decides to be good, lloyd has some trouble at first because while he only decided to become the green ninja to save his dad, he is so used to being antagonistic to the ninjas and still set on his dad's old goal that the sudden change to him feels like going against his own nature

💜so actually adjusting to this new role takes much longer for him which is why the dad and son learning trip in season 3 is even more necessary

💜just this time, lloyd isn't drunk on all the golden power and might he got, it's just him refusing to give into the role of the green ninja and using the green element now

💜because old habits die hard huh

💜when the overlord gets defeated by zane, lloyd felt touched by his sacrifice (and has decided that maybe the ninjas aren't too bad afterall) which is when he finally decides to take his new role seriously

💜it's also only then that he isn't keeping a distance to the others in the team anymore and decides to get to know them a bit more (starting with nya first and kai last)

[potato-jem]

i’m reading a new book and the two main characters are tumblr mutuals and this is so cute

[theemporium]

I need to pass this exam tomorrow so everyone get in a circle and hold hands with me please, we are going full bonnie bennett

[datingdonovan]

a/n: yeah yeah u kno the drill this is a lil suggestive and fratty but like nothing you wouldn't see in a pg-13 movie imo? so look away if u don't want to see a dance floor makeout. p.s. even if you do, respect urself and choose ur makeout partners wisely😇

1:58am

i mean I love makki as much as the next guy but do you ever think ab how he kinda eerily fits the archetype of that guy. you know, the one who’s skinny and class clowny and athletic but not to the point of being like remarkable but like he’s kinda popular, you know?? i feel like every school has that guy. who like honestly has a lot of romantic encounters but doesn’t make a big deal about it, isn’t the most attractive or cool guy so just like has fun with cute people and tries to get whatever he can out of it. like I’m sorry but I can so clearly see makki being that person. except like. with you, things are… maybe kinda different but don’t ask him bc he’s not gonna elaborate ok!!!!omg. you know he’s kinda bad news, doesn’t take partners seriously just jumps from one to the next to see how many he can be with, how far he can climb, and hes here kissing you on the fringe of some party, and he so artlessly and stupidly whispers in your ear, something about how you two should get lunch together this week, and your first thought is that you’re not stupid. you know he doesn’t actually care about you. so you pull away with a laugh and tell him, “no, no. you’re just the guy from my soc class I make out with when I’m bored.” and this. man. is so lucky that a ping pong ball flies your way, that you’re too busy deflecting to notice the way he tugs the hem of his shirt and looks at the ceiling and full on blushes. and by the time you turn back he’s rolling his eyes, all defensive, like, “well. you’re just somebody that I make out with when I’m bored!!!” and he wishes you wouldn’t laugh in that surprised, amused way, like you can see right through his stupid comeback. but you do laugh. and you do see right through it. and he kind of wants to admit that he likes you more than that, but he doesn’t really have to because it’s written all over his dumb face