#yippee finished a fic!

[huntingrays]

Leo and Jason had been friends for ages. They had been childhood friends and grew up together.

Due to their closeness, Leo thought it was only natural that his thoughts around him strayed. He was so comfortable in his sexuality that he entertained funny thoughts about what it would be like to date his best friend. He specifically wondered what it would feel like to kiss him.

However, it wasn’t weird. They had such a close, unbreakable bond that he felt comfortable with the idea. They were both straight, so they’d never come to fruition, but they were amusing to think about. It was natural. Anyone would think about it if their best friend was as attractive and sweet as Jason.

Everyone thought that way. Right?

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or, the five times Leo thinks it's normal to want to kiss his best friend, the one time he realizes it isn't, and the one time he gets kissed.

[glowingyears]

when everything’s on fire

15k words ✩ oneshot ✩ rated teen

Eddie and Chris move in with Buck after a fire.

Buck breaks up with his boyfriend, buys a house with Eddie, and realizes he's in love. In precisely that order.

excerpt:

“Stay with me,” Buck blurts out the second Eddie’s eyes meet his. “We’ll pick up Chris after my shift ends in a couple hours, and you guys can—you can stay with me. Don’t get a hotel.” “Buck,” Eddie says, a searching look in his eyes. “You don’t have to do that. This is—this isn’t your mess to deal with, I can figure it out.” “I know I don’t have to,” Buck argues. “I want to. I don’t want you to stay in some cramped hotel room that won’t ever feel like—like you’re at home. You should at least stay somewhere that’s already comfortable for both of you.” It’s presumptive, maybe. Impulsive. Buck isn’t allowing himself the opportunity to overthink, not when Eddie is looking at him like he just handpicked the stars and placed them gently in the palm of his hand.

[read on ao3!]

[alienmiilk]

kuronatober

[oshaskell]

'A' Is For... by virginiainbloom - Chapter 7

He steps closer, but as he does the Captain sees his big, ridiculously brown eyes flicker with a sudden distraction, and then Anthony smiles. “You've got glitter…” he says very softly, touching the pad of his finger first to his own face and then, so lightly it's barely there at all, to the same spot on the Captain's face, just to the side of his nose. Goosebumps rise up all over the Captain's skin, even though he's anything but cold.

Initial sketch under the cut.

:)

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

I've been unable to work on my longer WIPs for some reason but take this. for lack of a better title:

idiots locked in the world's most romantically charged staring contest

Heist Mark x Y/N (reader) | 628 words

You wait just around the corner, quiet and out of sight, and lightly smack Mark's arm with the back of your hand when he tries to peer around you, lest someone see and you have both your covers blown.

Your partner rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and you level him with a stare.

You understand the anticipation, but patience is crucial for jobs like this. You wait for the signal. One wrong move could cost you a lot more than just your loot.

The little nook of the building you're waiting in is, rather conveniently for means of slinking around unnoticed, out of the way, and quite narrow. Even with Mark leaning back against the opposite wall, you are mere inches apart.

He checks his watch. 'Should be any minute now,' he utters in a hushed voice.

You nod. Several seconds pass. Distant chatter echoes down the halls, muffled into a steady background ambience of rich party attendees blissfully unaware of the thieves in their midst.

You look at your partner, simply because you have nothing else to do. He's craning his neck again in a futile attempt to peek around the corner more subtly.

His suit for the night is crisp, and gives his silhouette a sharper outline than the more typical cosy sweaters and soft flannel shirts. His hair looks especially dark cast in shadow, but there's enough light from outside the enclosed space that you see it reflected in his eyes. Softly glowing white and orange and magenta specs, floating on deep brown. Pretty.

It's as he turns his head back to face you, that he notices you staring, and meets your gaze without missing a beat.

Mark smiles, faintly roguish, but gentle and just for you.

He holds your stare, and something to the way he does so makes you wonder if he sees the same lights sparkling in your own eyes, and if he finds the sight as oddly captivating as you do.

A minute passes.

Mark loosens his tie.

It's a simple, small thing, but it stirs something inside of you, and you don't know why, but your breath hitches a little and your eyes widen slightly and he definitely notices. But he doesn't say anything and neither do you. All he does is keep looking intensely into your eyes until he doesn't because his gaze is flickering elsewhere — trailing across your features, settling on your mouth for longer than can be dismissed and when you bite your lip subconsciously it's as if he's mesmerised. You can hardly recall where you are or what you're doing here, none of it matters as much as his head tilting ever so slightly and then—

A voice through your earpiece jolts you out of your stupor. You suddenly take stock of the warmth from Mark's breath on your face. Your noses almost bumping. When did he get so close?

You press a button on your earpiece to answer the call, and by the look on your partner's face, he hears it too. It's Wubba and Bubba, giving the signal as agreed, and the moment is gone and your friend clears his throat and straightens up, as a confusing mixture of disappointment and frustration and lingering excitement flutter and twist in your gut.

When he moves out of your immediate space, the inches feel like miles.

You push the feelings down. You have work to do.

Mark mumbles something over the voice channel before turning back to you once again.

'You ready, buddy?'

The corner of your mouth quirks up, matching his own eager grin.

'You know I am.'

His grin widens.

'Good,' he says, adjusting his sleeve and finally getting a better look around the corner, now that the coast is decidedly clear. 'Alright, partner. Showtime.'

[ghosts-of-love]

lads i don't believe it, i think i've written the last chapter of tqatd. like i added a bunch of stuff earlier (2000 words lol) to help it flow better and now it's all prose and all leads into the conclusion that i planned out about 2 years ago now. absolutely mad stuff. can't wait to proofread and upload.

[nanami-is-nanamean]

OKAY SO--

I was watching a fakemon video about pancakes, and as it reached the end, it showed a list of pancakes they havent turned into pokemon. Fascinated, I paused the video to check what pancakes they hadnt turned into fakemon and LO AND BEHOLD-- danish æbleskiver, which are basically danish pancakes

Filled to the brim with "nanami is part danish" brain rot, i punched it into google and OH MY GOD--

HRAJHDKSHDSJFJSNF-- THEY LOOK LIKE LITTLE TAKOYAKIS

Augh, now i can just imagine gojo coming home to the sight of his beautiful husband cooking something in a large takoyaki pan. I can see him begin to brighten in delight in some homecooked takoyaki and other japanese streetfoods like yakitori, dango, jaga butter, and more.

But as nanami smiles and puts the little balls on his plate, instead of reaching for some savory takoyaki sauce and bonito flakes, kento instead reaches for some powdered sugar and jam. Nanami slowly feeds him the pastry, and AUGH i can just imagine how Gojo would brighten at the burst of sweetness in his mouth. The tart berries from the jam, the pillowy and pancakey softness of the balls, and the deliciousness that comes from nanamis heart. You bet ur ass that gojos definitely gonna urge him to make more after this :))

[zannolin]

north of desire ☀️ chapter 4/4

Caspian knows, here and now, clearer than he has ever known it, that his grief cannot go on. He does not know how to put it down yet, but perhaps it starts like this: the sword hilt in his palm, the weight of it real and solid and warm; the golden lion’s head gleaming in the sunlight once more as Caspian reads the inscription on the blade for the first time in years. On one side: When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death. On the other: When Aslan shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. When he sheathes it, he does not return it to its lonely hook in the cabin. He buckles it at his side, wraps his palm around the pommel, and hopes that his own spring shall come again soon.

(in which time heals some wounds, in the end.)

[crescentfool]

What are your ryomina headcanons? I've loved these two since I played P3 FES, and I'm so excited to get back into the fandom^^

hi!! thank you so much for the ask, welcome back to the p3 fandom, it's always a delight to see new and old ryomina fans alike! 🥺💛💙

as for headcanons, here's a "few" i that i tend to come back to a lot! my interpretations of them are influenced from both the source material and other's fanworks, so i've linked to them as i saw fit! hcs in no particular order under the cut because oops this got long (900 word bullet point list, mentions of reload content up to 1/1)

minato's hair is dyed blue (hair originally brown, you can see it in his roots!) and he has a beauty mark on under his left eye. i like mirror imagery and there's definitely a few arts i've rb'd that portray them this way :) (e.g. this one by feliichu and this one by marasschino)

as far as i'm concerned the bathhouse scene from the manga where ryoji's hair down = similar shape to minato? that is canon to me. this art from xierru is a fun depiction of hair down ryoji :D

ryoji is homeless. everyone say thank you foxmulder_whereartthou for this awesome fic it's why i have the headcanon! but like seriously. we have no idea where ryoji lives and i could believe this.

minato dying at the end of the game is sad to an outsider's POV BUT!!! ryomina gets to be together in death for the rest of their lives (this illustration from mafuwara is a gorgeous representation of them as nyx avatar + the seal)!

speaking of the seal, they are like telepathically communicating to me in the great seal together. (mymp3 had a comic wip with this. give it a looksie :D)

ryoji likes cuddling with minato because he's warm :) (something something orpheus has fire affinity, minato is warm by extension and ryoji is cold because he's death)

ryoji's camera roll is filled with pictures of minato! ryoji... loves life, to me. and i feel that photography and journaling are perfect ways of expressing gratitude and capturing the moments in life that are most important to you :3

my other favorite activity for these two is stargazing- i feel like it's something they could appreciate either in life or death (looking at the stars from the great seal...)! they do a bit of this in the fic eurydice's vow by crescentmoontea (P5R spoilers, takes place in third sem it's a very fun fic concept).

between ryoji and minato i feel like ryoji was the one who fell in love first- and it doesn't really click in place for minato that he loves ryoji until december hits (appriser reveal + ryoji transforming into thanatos). its about the realization that ryoji was with him for his whole life and that he gets him like no one else does.

ryoji is like a sad and wet puppy who is so scared minato won't like him back. he is so scared of being rejected by minato to me like. this boy straight up deflates after he does his "i know i said i wanted us to be friends, but... i actually want to be something more." / "what about you?" on 12/1 ???

AND SPEAKING of wet puppy ryoji. ryoji is like. every animal in the world to me. he's a bird. he's a cat. etc. and also ryoji knows every language in the world ever and uses it to express his love for minato. see this fic from superheroics to see what i mean.

both of them are lactose intolerant. "this isn't lactose, it's milk!" i definitely think ryoji would make himself sick eating ice cream and milk he doesn't know what lactose is. (i made a silly poll about this once and the tags were very entertaining.)

i see minato as transmasc or nonbinary depending on the day (schrodinger's headcanons babey they're simultaneously true and not true at the same time!!). either way he's not cis to me and ryoji is like. His Gender. anyway go read this fic by nail_gun for t4t ryomina :D !

ryomina are WEIRD GUYS TO ME!!! they are so strange and they understand each other better than anyone else because of the circumstances of their relationship!!! if you asked them to do the "i wonder what i taste like" meme i think they'd start biting each other (affectionate) tbh but that's just me.

after ryoji gives minato the music box in 12/31 on reload, minato listens to the music box every night in january. this boy has insomnia and also chronic illness to me (things that housing death does to you). but i think he finds comfort in the melody and memories he made with ryoji.

in general, i think it's fun to imagine minato taking ryoji to places and show him things he's interested in! i feel that ryoji takes a lot of interest in minato's life, this isn't really a hc because in reload, minato DOES give ryoji a tour of the school (11/9) and possibly port island (11/12). but ITS CUTE OK! (tangentially related fanwork: this series of doodles from vinnigami: 1, 2, and 3)

not a hc but minato's kindness is like the backbone of their relationship and i think we would not have the ryomina we know and love today if minato wasn't such a kind soul. oh minato.... we can learn so much from you... like ryoji did!

anyway! that's all the hcs that i could think of, thank you for the ask! i had a lot of fun answering this, these two mean a lot to me 💛💙

i hope you don't mind the links to the fanart and fanfic as well, the fanwork people have made for ryomina have really made an imprint on me! if you want to see more of them, i definitely recommend looking through my tag for them because oh. i got a lot of them reblogged alright 😂 (<- SOOO NORMAL)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

so far this year...

[ohitslen]

✨New Vashwood fanfic incoming!✨

I just love the idea of Vash and his emotions being somewhat difficult to handle with all the bottling up he does and his plant characteristics impacting on his reactions :Dc

This fanfic has been beta read by the amazing @molten-rainbows ! (check his fanfics out too in here!)

Thank you so much for your patience and support man, without it I wouldn't have been improving so much ever since you read this and gave me advice for it <3

[gothsuguru]

i made so much progress on “butchered tongue” i’m so happy AHHHHHHHHH :3 still a long way to go but i’m gonna pat myself on the back regardless <3

[ender1821]

like real people do

chapter 1 posted on ao3: read here!

Pearl is the goddess of a farming kingdom that has long gone to waste. Or the Mother of Sunflowers. Or the personification of light. Whatever, she’s gained a lot of different names throughout her time.

The important constant is that her most devoted follower has always been a Celestial in the vessel of a human. Or, Gemini, as most would recognise her as…or Gem, as she likes to be called—

The point is, these are glimpses into the never-ending tale of two immortal beings.

— — —

(For @gem-pearl-week day 1: duality)

[okthatsgreat]

coronation outfits for this fic :)

[psychologicalwarclaire]

If you feel like a pair of eyes are watching you, don't worry, it's me. Staring intently. Thinking how much you'd do this justice.

👀

👁️👁️

I'm afraid you'll be staring for a long time, dearest Pixel. I've got other projects to work on before I start this... but that just means I have a long time to plan out the ANGST.

[of-kats-and-crows]

I honestly doubt I'm ever gonna muster up the motivation to continue this so like......

Imma just post the sketch/rough work/whatever of this Eddsworld Lyric comic I had in mind a while back,

Long post ahead ig,