#will-run-for-gin!!!

[dickinfectionbez]

Pakistan to win a cricket game????

NOOOO DONT SAY IT WE'LL GET NAZAR NAAAAAAAAAHIIIIII

(Holy shit no way)

[opalescentidiot]

[masterhandss]

Illustrations I drew for the 10th year Anniversary of "The Opportunity Maker Arrives! The Door to Your Blooming Paradise" aka Paradise the troublemakers backstory event in Anzu's POV (which was released on 09.14.14)! (1)(2)

[fan-of-chaos]

Mavity spotted!!

[zukkaoru]

hurt me back instead

Michizou opens his eyes again, slower this time. He can make out: Bright lights, white walls, and the stark contrast of a figure dressed in black. It’s all blurry; nothing more than the vaguest shapes and colors. But he knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the person in this room with him is Gin. As his mind sorts itself out, he thinks he remembers calling them. Why the fuck did he do that?

michizou knows he isn't worthy of gin's kindness, but he's selfish enough to accept it anyway

🩸 2.7k words || tachigin 🩸 written for aurorahrt on twt as part of the bsd gotcha event

[whosname]

Here I am again.

[blisiki]

RANDOM GLITTER PNGS!!

(F2u) Rip tama's earmuff.... I LOVE MAKING THESE LOL I LOVE DEAD FANDOMS!!!!

[rave-meow]

interrupting your scheduled mairimashita posting for some doodles of favorites from other media (theres way more. WAY MORE. but in a combination of forgetfulness, a now cramping hand, and sheer tiredness.... I left a lot out (broken heart emoji .. ill do a part 2 eventually

[refriedcaprisun]

RAHHH HAPPY HALLOWEEN‼️🎃🦇

Since its almost halloween i had to draw them in halloween costumes!

I feel like Kyouka would like watching sailor moon and think it would be even funnier if she convinced atsushi to be artemis ヽ(*´∀｀)

[littencloud9]

"So I'll be your friend," Gin announces, knocking the wind out of Higuchi's lungs. "Even if it's just for one night. It's always less scary with a friend... That's the only way I know how to help." Her voice trails off at the end, but it doesn't matter—Higuchi's chest blooms with something young and hopeful.

or, higuchi and gin, first meetings, and the night

🖤 [G] 3.8k || pre-canon higugin

⭐️ written for day 1 of @bsd-rarepair-week-2024 : first [blank]

[dickinfectionbez]

It has to be done surely....46 and rosquez🥺

…out of envy or jealousy.

Valentino watched Marc and Carlos Jr from the sidelines. He stood behind the camera seething as he watched Carlos Jr complete a challenge. He had nothing against the kid, he was polite enough.

It was his father Vale had an issue with. Carlos Sr was living proof of the insecurities Valentino pretended not to have. Carlos Sr was everything he knew Marc looked for in a partner, but without the emotional past they had. Carlos Sr was the other timeline, where Vale wasn't driven by his need to win. He was the timeline where instead of blowing his relationship up, he instead left MotoGP early. Instead of winning races he could have won Marc's hand in marriage. Vale shook his head, trying to get the image of Marc at the alter out his head.

Carlos Sr leaned against Vale slightly, a bottle half drunk in his hands. Valentino could smell the beer on his tongue as he spoke. "Marquez huh, pretty thing isn't he." Valentino turned slowly, mind spinning.

Pretty thing? That's It? Is that's all he had to say about Marc? Pretty Thing? That was like calling the stars nothing but small lights, calling the cool wind on a hot day nothing but a nuisance. Vale hands shook as he tucked them behind his back, "My Marc is beautiful. How is your wife." Carlos Sr's face soured, his mouth puckering enough to resemble Rubix's butthole. Carlos Sr had recently been caught cheating on his wife and was suffering a drawn-out divorce.

Carlos Jr and Marc wrapped up filming, the pair walking up to them. Vale wrapped an arm around Marc, kissing him hard as he cupped his face. They pulled away, Marc giggling as Vale looked at him with nothing but love, the ring box in his back pocket burning a hole.

[milktrician]

his silliness and depression have captivated me

(feat. my oc gin)

[gins-stim-emporium]

birthday cake cookie (cr:ob) stimboard for @plutoniclol !

hello kitty squishy / ice cream rolls / pastel slime

cake batter / 🎂 / cake slice

pink slime / heart donuts / sculpture

[strangersatellites]

maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for four

a cute little steddie dads ditty based on this tweet

Steve chuckles under his breath and flips the page. 

He’s got his back against the headboard in the low lamp light. It’s late and he’s reading some goofy romance novel that Max left for him last time she was over. Something about people on vacation. He doesn’t really know or care but it’s kept his mind occupied long enough.

Eddie’s sat at the other end of the bed, taking breaks from lightly strumming his guitar to jot down melodies or lyrics or whatever it is he writes in that notebook of his that he carries everywhere.

When Steve tries to start the next page the words stop being about the shitty hotel the characters are at and they start being measurements, instructions. 

He slams the book closed in his lap and tugs off his glasses, gets Eddie’s attention and meets his eyes, curious.

“Do you think we should’ve gotten chocolate chip instead?”

Eddie rolls his eyes with a smile and sits his guitar beside him. Huffs a laugh under his breath as he crawls up to wrap both long arms around Steve’s waist.

“Well,” he drags it out, dramatic as always, “Since both of the girls said they liked blueberry better, I’m putting my money on blueberry being the better option.”

Steve’s weighing the options in his head, nodding because he knows Eddie’s right.

“I know, Robbie flips out every time we have regular pancakes but,” he huffs, runs a hand through his hair, “It's pancake day. It has to be perfect. Do we even have syrup?”

Eddie pulls his head back from where he’d rested his chin on Steve’s shoulder, his eyes now less amused and more confused.

“Okay, I thought we were stressing because it’s her first sleepover, what in the world is pancake day?”

Now Steve’s the one who looks confused, down-right offended.

“Uh, hello? Didn’t you have pancakes on Saturday morning after every sleepover growing up?”

Eddie wrinkles his eyebrows up. “No? Uncle Wayne woke us up and took us to the diner.”

And, well. Steve can forgive that. 

“Oh. That sounds pretty fun actually.”

Eddie snorts. 

“Yeah it was. It was probably just an excuse for him to go see his lady friend but I wasn’t gonna turn it down.”

Steve laughs and smiles at the thought of a grumpy Wayne trying to hit on the waitress and a child version of Eddie flicking eggs across the table.

“I wish I could’ve seen that.” He drops a kiss to Eddie’s temple before he continues. “When I was a kid, my mom always made a big pancake breakfast with syrup and whipped cream and sprinkles and it was the best part of the sleepover. I’ve always wanted to do that for Robbie.”

Eddie’s smile is soft and he’s tangling their fingers together over his lap. 

“Aaaaaand now that she’s old enough it has to be perfect. That right?”

Steve nods, lets out the breath he was holding in, lets some of the tension seep right out of his own skin and lets Eddie carry it for a while.

Eddie shifts and tugs Steve so that his head is tucked just near where his guitar pick sits in the hollow of his throat.

“Well, lucky for you, when I took the girls to Rob’s room for bed earlier, when I kissed her good night she told me this was the best day ever.” He tightens his arms around Steve and he can hear the smile in his voice. “I think you could feed them cereal and they’d think it was Christmas morning.”

Steve can’t help the smile on his face at the happiness that his daughter brings him. At the idea that letting her friend spend the night is the best day she’s had in the six years of her little life. Thinks that it might be top five days in his own thirty-two.

He snuggles down further into Eddie’s arms and laughs when the man huffs and reaches to turn off the light.

He kisses his chest and closes his eyes.

“Good night, Eds.”

“Good night, baby.”

He falls asleep to the sound of Eddie’s breathing and the hushed giggles down the hall, more excited than he’s maybe ever been.

Eddie’s set an early alarm to go check for syrup.

[fan-of-chaos]

I love how freaked out the Doctor was in every scene in this episode since Maestro appeared.

[zukkaoru]

do you think i care for you so little?

Gin pulls their jacket tighter around themself, tilting their head so their hair falls over their face, shielding as much of it from view as possible. They’ve swapped out their typical white mask for a black one—a gift from Higuchi, what feels like a lifetime ago. They don’t use it at work, not wanting to soil it with blood, but that all seems trivial and meaningless now. It’s either blood or betrayal coating their hands, and at the end of the day, there’s really no difference between the two.

after being freed from the vampire ability, gin helps tachihara run

🛣️ 2.4k words || gin-centric tachigin 🛣️ written for @tachiginweek2024 day 4: roadtrip