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[neyxmessi]

finished my note taking 😭🫶🏼

[cut-aare]

Omg!!! Guess who found some kumquats!!!

[cherrirui-official]

Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 7/7)

HOLY SHIT CHAT THE FINAL THREE WE'RE HERE WE'RE IN THE ENDGAME RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! /POS

All gijinkas linked below (in order of canon catch order) vvv

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

Designs under the cut!

COOKIE:

If you aren't born with immortality, then there are ways to take it from those who were. However, you must make sure that you don't mess up when doing so. If you do, then you better PRAY that the other party is merciful to you… whoever Cookie messed with wasn't so merciful.

Cookie has been around for at least a century. Years ago, he was cursed to age rapidly, with the only thing that can temporarily reverse his aging being the blood of other pokemon. When Peppy found him he was only a week old, take that information with what you will.

Cookie's name came from the fact that he loved to bake before he was cursed. Now he's far to busy to pick it up as a hobby again.

Luke was the one that gave Cookie his IPad as a gift, much to the dismay of Sara. He likes to watch anything he can find on there along with Puppie (though they stuff they watch is moderated of course). Cookie has never once let go of that IPad.

Cookie is very quick to learn things, but his attention span can be a little short at times. No shame in that!

Cookie has only ever had two fears: death and fires.

DA CHEFF:

Da Cheff has his very own restaurant! However it is impossible to to go there without flying... huh.

Da Cheff can speak in multiple languages, this is good for customers who don't primarily speak english.

The horns on his head can switch between horns and wings, it depends on the day.

Most of his cooking materials was made by Da Cheff himself! Of course, only the best chef needs the best cooking utensils, and only Da Cheff knows how the best utensils should be made. He won't take anything less.

Has horrible eyesight, he needs to keep his glasses on at all times, otherwise he won't be able to see at all.

Very VERY harsh when it comes to critiquing others' cooking. So harsh to the point that everyone agrees that it's best to just let Da Cheff cook for everyone rather than vice versa. Thankfully Da Cheff is more than happy to cook for his friends!

PUPPIE:

Puppie isn't computer-savy, to say the least, however she is really good when it comes to modern phones. She even has one herself!

Wears her raincoat at all times because she doesn't like getting rainwater all over her.

It is unknown why Puppie was alone when the others found her, especially when she comes from a HUGE family of bellibolts, but she doesn't seem to be too upset over that. Or rather she just doesn't dwell too much on it. Who knows?

Her ears and tail are little lights that can float around. She likes placing her ears over her raincoat hood because "she looks like a frog!"

A fan of TONS of different celebrities, from Ariana Grande to Hatsune Miku. Ask her about any of them and you WILL be forced to listen to her ramble on about said celebrity.

Her favorite move, Zap Cannon, is exactly what it says on the tin. Yup, Puppie owns a cannon (well, its more of a rocket launcher than a cannon... but whatever) and knows how to use it. Thanks Pastey.

AND WITH THAT I'M DONE!! YEAAAAH!! If ur here then thank you so much!! I put a lot of work into these so it makes me very happy to see people enjoy my funny little gijinkas for the funny pokemon rp series lol! It genuinely means a lot to me :]

This isnt the last time im posting abt friendlocke tho haha. Be on ur toes. Be ready. /silly

[sticcmann]

Maybe I hallucinated that one guy asking for angry Maxime le mal so I’m just gonna post it anyway

[thedancefloorsilly]

𐐪♡︎₊˚ tsukishima + bokuto :: putting makeup on them

i really really wanted to write for haikyuu :(( i wrote this a while back from my old hq blog, but i had to rewrite part of it because it was kind of bad- im definitely going to start rewriting a bunch of my older fics and headcanons! also tsukki’s is longer bc im starting to love him-

content features: gn! reader, fluff, wc :: 400+

༊*·˚ TSUKISHIMA sits in his desk chair with your hands under his chin, never flinching nor fretting as the tip of your brush easily skims along his eyelid. As much convincing as it took (and as much as he didn’t want to admit), Tsukishima didn’t realize how… nice this would be? With the way you’re gently tipping his chin, the soothing feeling that came with each brush stroke, and the occasional kisses being planted on his forehead, his cheeks, his temple; this attention you poured onto Tsukishima made him feel undeniably warm. As you now start dragging liquid eyeliner on top of his eyeshadow, he breaks the silence “You know this is the last time I'm letting you do this right?” It was evident to both himself and you that Tsukishima was lying. You smile in response, “I dunno know, it seems like you’re kind of enjoying this, Kei.” The lipstick you put on him prior begins accentuates his small smirk. He’s so cute, you think while cupping his face to look at you. Tsukishima’s eyes (adorned with glittery makeup) open to lock with yours, and you couldn’t help but to start planting small butterfly kisses all around his face. His heart began to race and a light pink paints his cheeks, which was hidden underneath the blush you put on him earlier. Once stopping, he looked up at you with a softer expression, “Okay, okay… i might have been enjoying...”

༊*·˚ BOKUTO beams a bright smile into the mirror situated in his hands to admire the new look you gave him, “Damn, baby, ya made me look pretty!” he says, while the red lipstick on him brightens his smile. You grin at his reaction. “Of course I did! How could I not, ‘Kō?” He blushes at your words, and as you now take his face in your hands, you plant a small kiss to his forehead. In response he then cupped your cheek, “Heh, my turn!” In an instant, Bokuto starts planting quick kisses, first to your forehead, then on your temple, to your nose, down to your cheek, all until your entire face was coated with his lipstick stains. “Ok ok, you win, Kõtarō!” you giggle, “Are you done yet?!” He now smirks in response, “Not yet.” In a swift move, Bokuto holds your chin, and engulfs you in a playful yet affectionate kiss. You felt his smile form along his lips, and as you both broke off the kiss, your boyfriend grinned, “See? Looks like we’re both matching now!”

[le01zk00l]

You know where to find me🌊🌀

And I know where to look💗❗️

@incognito-duo ‘S MONA YEAHHHH, since I’m pretty aware of the OcxCanon Tmnt battle thingy going on, and I voted for incognito! AND SHE WON HELL YEAHHHH (Also many congratulations to funkycrab!) felt like doing a little something to congratulate this first win, and for many to come ^_^ 💗🍓

Fun fact about me : I have never rlly been a fan of OCXCANON ships, but this one was probably the first ever OCXCANON ship I genuinely enjoyed! It’s so cute ^_^!! So big round of applause for incognito and the other ppl participating 🌀🌊

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Cold medicine drawings

Yes the sun and moon are Lesbians 💥

[brutally-loving]

Oof I'm tired. Before I go back to bed have a half baked thought I conjured up bc it seems nice to the soul idk. Entirely just. Idk.

Thinking about taking back a traumatic day with him. The day was supposed to be beautiful, not scary and painful. So I'm imaging it beautiful with him now, because I can.

Holding hands, walking through the plaza. Picking out bags of truffles together, to try later. Going into the outlets and the stores together, him listening to me giggle about how terrible some of these colors would look on me. Picking out a new matching accessory, maybe rings, maybe earrings. Going to the huge mall, walking across all of it. Seeing that massive arcade and letting the idea of needing to be so responsible go for a minute. Dragging him all around, playing games that we're both curious about. Cheering him on for what he can do, because I think he'd probably be better at arcade games than I am. If not we can suck together though.

Holding hands on the escalator, grinning and dragging him through the mall itself. Going to all the stores, the candle shops and the shoe stores and the clothing and the build-a-bear, we're gonna do it all. And I may not buy too much, but I'd be so fucking happy he could just experience it with me. Showing him things I thought were silly or cute and watching him give me a half smile, because he just thinks I'm silly. Asking him if he wants something and getting it for him because he deserves it so so much.

And then when we finally leave, only because the mall closed, we go out for dinner. We go to a steakhouse and we get some food, we sit in and while I can tell he's getting a little tired of everyone, he's happy that I'm happy. Happy to be there with me. I hold his hand from across the table while I talk and he just nods along, occasionally chiming in. We get a little dessert to share for when we get back to the hotel room, because we're too far from home to drive back and we want to rest.

When we get to the hotel, it all goes smooth. No bumps in the road at all. We check in, and go to our room, and the bed is big and fluffy. I put my stuff down and throw myself onto the bed, and ask him to come over so that I can give him the biggest hug I can possibly muster. And he does. The night is full of my increasingly tired giggling, until I finally settle down and he lets me take down his hair for him, because he knows I like to. We lay down together, and all is well. There is no weight to worry about. No danger. Not even a little bit of danger. Just a good day and a good night. With someone who loves me and wants me to be okay and safe, who doesn't lash out or get us kicked out of anywhere. It's all good.

COMMENT ON THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[s0ljpeg]

Vampwood for halloweennn (1/6)

[verquilla]

I FOUND MORE MADNESS COMBAT FANS IN ANIMAL JAM

[coffinsize]

hello i randomly came across your blog and I love your style so much :0 can you draw pillowbook^^?

thanj u! c: and ya i can do that!!!

[bizzyboyfriends]

AH!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO SILLY HEHEHHE

he would so fistfight someone who tried to take it though,,,,

[bae4faist]

im sorry mike would be so proud if you had a baby like omg he would handle that baby with CARE. so i wrote something about it hehe. Also im thinking the era of Mike that this would he in is DEFINITELY Dear Even Hansen like hands down, or if we're pushing it maybe Newsies era mike but idk if that would be too young. To be fair DEH and Newsies mike age was only a year apart but omg you decide what Mike era you want.

NIGHTS LIKE THIS

mike faist x pregnant! reader

You lay comfortably on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder as Mike’s warm hand rested gently on your stomach, a tender gesture that spoke volumes. He traced the contours of your belly with his fingertips, feeling the small movements of your baby within, each little kick igniting a spark of excitement in his eyes. You smiled as the tv spoke, talking about whats going on in the world; depressing yes but you were only smiling at Mike.

Suddenly, as the serene atmosphere wrapped around you both, a wave of discomfort washed over you, tightening your belly in an unexpected grip. You shifted slightly, looking up at Mike, who instinctively sensed something was off. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I... I think something’s happening,” you whispered, the reality of the moment settling in.

Mike’s eyes widened as he grasped the situation, adrenaline surging through him. In a flurry of movement, he jumped up, nearly toppling over the blanket that had been draped over you. “Okay, just breathe,” he instructed, trying to keep his own racing heart in check. “I’ll get the labor kit!”

With a quick dash to the side room, he grabbed the neatly packed bag you both had prepared weeks ago, his mind racing with thoughts about the journey ahead. You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, focusing on the gentle rhythm of Mike’s voice as he hurried back to your side.

“C'mon baby,” he said, his expression a mix of determination and fear as he helped you to your feet. You could feel a mix of anxiety and excitement bubbling within you, knowing that the moment you had prepared for was finally here.

Making your way to the car felt like a blur. Mike was feverishly checking the directions, and your heart raced in synchronization with the world outside. It was only a short drive, but every second felt like an eternity, fueled by a potent mix of anticipation and urgency.

Arriving at the hospital, Mike jumped out, rushing around to your side to help you out. Calmly, but with an undercurrent of panic, he ushered you inside. Staff members greeted you, guiding you swiftly toward the delivery room.

As you settled in, you held Mike’s hand tightly, the comfort of his presence a balm against the storm of emotions swirling around you. Just as labor pains intensified, they ushered Mike away for a moment to allow the medical staff to prepare the room. The moment felt uncomfortable as you know what you needed was Mike.

Minutes felt like hours, but once he was allowed back, Mike’s face lit up like a child’s at Christmas. He rushed to your side, his touch grounding you. You both found solace in each other’s eyes as the labor progressed, a shared strength woven through tearful smiles and whispered encouragements.

You were enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions—pain, fear, and overwhelming determination. Each push came with its own set of challenges, but every time you glanced at Mike, a sense of calm washed over you. He held your hand tightly, his grip reassuring.

"You're doing amazing," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with strength.

In that moment, he leaned closer, placing gentle kisses on your hand, his lips brushing against your skin like the lightest of feathers. The warmth of his kisses contrasted with the storm raging inside you, creating a precious bubble of intimacy. He knew how hard it was for you; he felt it too—the mixture of anxiety and hope as you pushes and pushed.

With each kiss, he infused a little more strength into you, grounding you with his unwavering support. You could see the worry etched in his features, but within those deep eyes, there was a promise, a vow that neither of you would face this alone.

As you pushed through the waves of discomfort, his kisses became a steady rhythm, a reminder that you have a boyfriend sitting next to you. "Just a bit more," he encouraged, his breath warm against your ear, igniting the fire of determination within you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the room was filled with the sound of soft newborn cries—the moment you had both been waiting for. You could hardly believe what had just transpired; you were now a mother. The nurses gently placed the tiny bundle in Mike's arms first, and you watched, heartwarming love flooding you as he cradled the baby — a fragile being now resting against his chest.

Every instinct in him kicked in as he handled the delicate baby with such reverence, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world. His eyes sparkled with tears of joy, and he gently cooed at the baby, eliciting soft sounds that made your heart swell. In that moment, you fell in love with him all over again, seeing him as not just the man you loved, but as a wonderful father.

Then it was your turn. As you finally held your baby in your arms, feeling your heart burst as warmth enveloped you, Mike sat beside you, his gaze fixed on both you and the little one nestled against your chest. A gentle smile crept across his face, and you could see the love in his eyes.

In that instant, Mike realized the depth of his love for you. Watching you nurture their child filled him with emotion, seeing you as a mother, full of grace and strength. He leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, “You’re incredible.”

With your baby cradled safely in your arms, you suddenly stop, "What about press, paparazzi?" you ask in distress.

"We'll worry about that later. Now we have a whole baby and a name to think of."

[charcharliee]

I feel so sigma!

[paradisaeaparedrae]

I can't believe how much things have turned around. I got my meds yesterday, I got approved for funding so I can go to schoo last night, I'm going to be doing something awesome, and I even asked my school about adding a nick name to my file which seems silly and small but it made me very anxious. I'm starting a new chapter, and I can't believe this is happening. I certainly didn't have 17k laying around. I want to celebrate!!!!!

[rememberdamage]

favorite son by redscarez

30.9k words, rated E, completed 🦁 prince x royal painter AU, angst & hurt/comfort

“He thinks about him and his dad. It’s so strange to imagine anger taking control of that soft body. So strange to imagine lying.

‘Whatever you want, Max.’

Max says nothing to that, just settles in his chair as Daniel begins to underpaint again. The silence stretches like elastic, each rasp of the brush on canvas convincing Daniel he should try to say something.

‘How was dinner?’

‘I already said I was sorry.’”