#you can find this desings here

[ane-doodles]

The Glamrock Family!!

First time drawing this colorfull family

What if you can find them in Redbubble?

[hyunebunx]

DENI!!! i've been a little bit out of here 😣😣 but i received the notif of your post......... the soft thought ( more like domestic details, which i love ) is painting hyune's nails. you do not know how to properly do it, because the nail polish always lands on the skin surrounding the nail, and even if you try to do a desing, like a little flower w a couple of points, it ends up all messed up. imagine a quiet afternoon, after watching some tv show, all cozy and warm, and he offers you his nails to practise a little bit. even if you mess it up again, he might actually paint yours and try to follow the same messed up pattern to go matching 🥺

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff and even more fluff!!

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: MARS!! i wrote this in one go, istg this is the cutest idea ever :( thank you for helping me and letting me write soft hyune fluff, this fixed me fr. i hope you enjoy, my love <333

“Can I do it?” You ask, eyeing his clean nails as Hyunjin reaches up to fix his face mask before doing the same with yours, making sure neither of your headbands fell too low on your foreheads.

“Hm?” He hums, smoothing the thin layer of the sheet mask on your already smooth skin, smiling once your eyes meet. “Do what?”

“Your nails.” You nod towards them, catching one of his hands and bringing it to your lips to peck the back of it, much to his displeasure as the action moves the mask around your face awkwardly. Even so, he was so close to you on the tiny couch that you could feel his heart beating wildly, betraying his true feelings.

Hyunjin tries not to smile too brightly as he nods, fondness clear as day in brown eyes even in the dim light of the living room. “Knock yourself out, baby.” He was never one to reject you, no matter how silly or out of pocket your requests were. Hyunjin would move mountains for you, after all, if that meant you’d be happy forever and keep smiling for him until the day he took his last breath.

The tv ran idly in the background, a rerun of one of your favorite shows as you got to work, gently placing both of your boyfriend’s hands in your lap. His small collection of nail polish was laid before you on the coffee table, accompanied by a file, a bag of cotton pads and nail polish remover. Just in case, you know.

Gently taking one of his hands, you subconsciously intertwine your fingers together as you look over the bottles, brainstorming. Hyunjin takes this moment of silence as an opportunity to reach over and turn on one of lamps by the couch, providing you with more light.

“What are you thinking?” His voice is low, not wanting to disturb you, softly pulling his hand away to massage your palm instead.

“Ladybug nails.”

“What?” He laughs, scooting closer.

You nod, reaching for the bottle of red nail polish. Not like you had many options to begin with, Hyunjin’s palette was limited – something you’d never thought you’d say.

“Your nails are always so dark, I was thinking of doing a cute design for a change.”

He arches a dark brow. “You could use white.”

You pause, tearing your gaze from the bottle to stare at him blankly. “Ladybugs aren’t white.”

The laugh that escapes him has your heart double in size, feeling all warm and fuzzy as he throws his head back in genuine amusement, finding you even more endearing than usual. “Alright, ladybug, do whatever you please. I’ll stop interfering.”

And he keeps his promise, quiet as a mouse as you begin painting his nails, attention stolen by the tv and the snacks you’ve prepared for your weekly movie night. Hyunjin has mastered the art of eating with a face mask on, no crumb landing anywhere near and messing it up. There was nothing he couldn’t do, it seemed.

You’re almost done with his one hand when he slowly reaches to remove your face mask, joining his on a napkin on the table. Usually, he’d also massage the remaining serum into your skin but you could tell he didn’t want to bother you from your new favorite past time. A past time you weren’t particularly skilled in, the nail polish getting everywhere around his nail and even on your clothes, staining the material.

“Uh…” Hyunjin turns to you, wondering why you were sounding so disheartened. “I think I messed up.”

Bringing his hand to eye level, Hyunjin studies your work curiously, analyzing every brush stroke and the big, blotchy black spots that were supposed to be polka dots. The colors were everywhere, on his cuticles and even further down to his knuckles. You’ve mostly stuck to the area around the nail so he couldn’t understand how a black spot managed to go that far.

“Baby, are the ladybugs trying to escape?” He smiles, holding back laughter.

You pout and he leans over to plant smooches on both of your cheeks, trying to make you feel better. “Don’t make fun of me, I tried my best.”

Hyunjin nods, grabbing the black polish from your hand. “I can see that.” Without warning, he starts applying it down his index finger in a strange pattern, causing your mouth to fall open in shock. “And it looks great, love.”

You knew he was lying to try and make you feel better, there was no way he actually thought that.

Biting down on his plush bottom lip, he eventually puts the brush away and gets a hold of your hand before pressing the back of his onto yours, squeezing lightly. You’re so confused that no words escape you, wondering if this was his way of getting back at you for messing up his nails and getting his hand all dirty.

“Done!” He beams, looking so much younger with his hair all pushed back and bare face, cozy and cuddly in his soft pajamas. “Now we match.”

Looking down, you realize the pattern he drew on himself was now on your hand too, tiny lines and spots resembling even tinier footsteps. A ladybug’s footsteps. Or tracks, actually.

Forget beating, your heart almost bursts out of your chest and latches onto him, first his cheek and then plump lips, smooching the area before intertwining with his own and running away together like two forbidden lovers. Hyunjin brought so much needed light into your life, you could barely believe he was real and not a fragment of your rich imagination.

“The ladybug that ran away from my nail has found its way home to you.” He finally laughs, eyes two crescent moons. “It’s silly, please forgive me.”

“Silly?” You blurt out, dragging him by the hand just so he can fall into your waiting arms, hugging him tightly. “It’s only silly if you don’t actually draw a cute ladybug on my hand now.” His arms sneak around your middle, face hiding in your chest as yours move over his shoulders, breathing in the scent of him.

“Only if you do my other hand.” He murmurs, placing a linger kiss right above your beating heart.

You can’t help but grin, thankful for having such a kind person by your side. “Deal!”

[k2ntoss]

okay so yet again i was scrolling through insta reels and i saw this and immediately thought, 'oh jason would love one of this with his helmet' so i thought i'd share (hopefully the video doesn't just disappear into the ether or this wont make much sense but yeah)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8XdIwStYFg/?igsh=MWdzZXVpZHV3dm8zbw==

((in case it does for some reason disappear, it was a reel of a girl making a diy spiderman mask shirt with a pattern and then the red colouring bit of the mask was filled in with kisses using paint))

but yeah, i think making a red hood one for jason would be so fun and i just know the man would be so so smitten when it's given to him

anyways, love you, glad your posting again

- the ever present 🦊

"the ever present" OMG I ADORE YOU!!!!!! hi baby, been missing you with your brain tickling requests (i have one on hold but just you wait)

i've been looking to do one of those for me with red hood's logo bc i'm as single as one can be and i know i won't be getting someone to do this for me but okayyyyyy i can do it on my own. here comes something short but done with a lot of love

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𔓕 ۪  ۫ ୭

jason had been waiting outside the room for hours maybe, he was just sitting on the couch as he looked at the door like a sad puppy because he had arrived this morning to your apartment looking foward to spend time with you. some cuddling, watching a movie together or reading, jason just wanted some quality time with his beloved.

he knew you had been busy during the week with a huge amount of projects you wanted to do but he wasn't expecting you to get so fixated over one to lock yourself into your room and not even peek to see him and he didn't knew why, what jason also didn't knew was the fact that you were already getting dizzy by the smell of paint inside your closed room as you placed the shirt over your desk again, grabbing a pencil to fix the outline of the desing for the hundreth time in the day.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." you muttered as low as you could to keep jason from darting into the room and ruin the surprise and it took you a good couple of hours to finally have it done, the paint almost completely dry now and the image of it was neat, making you smile and giggle happily.

and it's just then when you decide it's time to open the door, peeking your head through the small space to find jason almost melted on the couch, his head resting against the wall as he kept his eyes closed but it wasn't even a second by when he snapped his eyes open to look at you with a small frown.

"baby? why are you-?" she stopped mid sentence, taking in the sight of your paint smeared lips and chin, the red bright color now cracked on your skin as you smiled back at him as if you just made the biggest discovery in your life.

"hush! c'mere, jaybirdie" you say, leaving the door to your room wide open just to reveal the fact that your whole frame was a mess and that the paint was not only on your face but it had dripped to your shirt and also to your bare thighs to the skin that wasn't covered by the sleeping shorts you were wearing.

jason stands up from his seat, stretching completely from his quick nap and walks into the now messy room. the small paint pots across the floor and desk in different shades of red, paint brushes here and there and then the sight of you standing in front of the middle of your desk, covering something jason couldn't quite see well enough to know what it was.

"i saw something and i had to do this... it's probably the cheesiest thing i've ever done so feel free to laugh at me" and those words make jason tilt his head because what on earth could be so cheesy and made with paint that needed this much time leaving him out of your room? because yes, jason wanted to cuddle and don't blame him.

"princess-" he starts but goes silent the second you pull from the desk a black shirt with a print of his helmet on it, all made in different shades of red kiss marks that emulated the shade of light and everything. his lips remain parted as he walks slowly towards you, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the print on the shirt before he looks at your face, the paint in your skin the evidence of the time you spent painting your lips and pressing kisses to the shirt to make something so sweet for him.

"is it too much? you know, you can just put it into your closet if you don't like-" but your words are cut by a tender kiss, jason cups your face in such a delicate embrace as he lets all his feelings pour into that simple kiss.

"i love it. i love you" he says, his voice a soft whisper even in that deepish tone of his and it makes your heart flutter because jason looks completely happy with the shirt as he holds it into his hands, still admiring the way you decided to replicate a part of him "it's just perfect..."

"can i wear it already?"

the question itself is the sweetest reaction he could give you, the eagerness to wear something you made for him making you giggle excitedly as you shook your head with a small pout.

"not yet, red... i should iron it and give it a quick wash so the paint stays on the fabric" and he pouts slightly because god knows how much he wishes to have your kisses closer to his heart.

[remusluvr]

do i wanna know? | sirius black

summary: Sirius learns the consequences of treating people he loves bad. content: negative thoughts, fighting, angst, unedited note: this is a part two to my previous fic words i used (sirius black)

Sirius cannot believe how badly he messed up.

It makes his heart ache when he sees you talking to anyone knowing that you won't talk to him. You won't even glance at him in the hallway. The dark circles under his eyes worsen with each day. You notice them, of course, you do because no matter how hard you try to forget the boy, you can't.

Not talking to him is driving you crazy. Seeing him around is driving you crazy. You hate to admit it but you miss Sirius. And Sirius misses you.

He misses you so much that his body hurts. He's weighed down in bed each morning, unable to decide whether or not to even try and get up. That's when James realizes he needs to step in. He can't let his best friend hurt like this.

"Pads?" he calls quietly, peeling back the curtains to Sirius's bed. Sirius groans, turning away from the incoming sunlight. James mumbles an apology, although he doesn't really mean it, before continuing, "Time to get up. You missed class yesterday, you got to go today or they won't let you play in the quidditch game on Friday."

"I don't care about quidditch." James knows he's not getting anywhere. He won't budge without initiative. If quidditch can't be that initiative for him, he has to find what will work.

"Can you please just go and talk to him? Please!" James begs, practically on his hands and knees in front of the table you're trying to eat breakfast at. "You know you still like him. Feelings don't go away that easily. He's so mopey without you."

"He did that to himself, James."

"I know he did but he really likes you. He messed up big time. He knows that. All he wants is to talk to you."

"He had plenty of time to talk to me."

James looks defeated when you stand up, walking past him quickly. And whilst he thinks he's lost, you're stuck thinking about the conversation. You hate yourself for considering talking with Sirius. But you miss him so much, it would be nice to just talk to him for a little bit. You don't have to forgive him.

That's not a good idea. You know that you will forgive him if he starts trying to explain himself again. You won't let yourself be hurt like that again.

Although, your inner debate lasts for days and you find yourself in a similar position to Sirius's - rotting away in your bed, refusing to talk to anyone. You're grateful that it is midday on a Wednesday because there is no one around when you finally get yourself out of bed and out for a walk.

Your feet take you to an old spot that you and Sirius frequented. There's a big oak tree that overlooks the black lake. You and him would often bring a picnic out here or you'd come out here and cuddle away from prying eyes. You hate it here now.

And you hate it even more when you get closer, crunching a leaf under your foot, and scaring the boy sitting against the trunk. Sirius jolts up, rubbing at his eyes as he adjusts to the light.

"Did you sleep out here?"

"N-not for very long, only got here a little bit ago."

You nod idly, beginning to turn on your heel to leave when he reaches out for you. His hand grabs yours and the look on his face nearly has your resolve breaking.

"Can we talk, please? Just give me five minutes," he pleads, not letting go of your hand until he sees you nod your head. You pull your hand from his and go sit down on his blanket. He joins you. It feels just like old times if you don't think about all the hurt and cruel words spoken to each other.

"I miss you so much," he starts, noticing the way your arms are crossed over your chest and you're sitting as far as you can from him, "And I am so sorry that I treated you the way that I did. I should have grown a pair and asked you out properly but I didn't. I fucked up so bad. I hate that you're not talking to me. And I hate that I deserve it. You obviously don't have to forgive me but I just needed to talk to you."

His hands are shaky as they rest in his lap. You're not saying anything and he wants to cry. You hate him and you'll never forgive him and he wants to steal a time-turner.

"You made me feel so special, Sirius. All I wanted was for you to ask me out. And when I say that is all I wanted I mean that that is all I wanted. You made me think that I would get that one day. Seeing you with other girls made me think that I was just a joke to you. I feel so stupid. And I feel any stupider that I miss you."

"If you give me a chance, I'll prove to you how much I love you. I know you have no reason to believe me but I want to show you."

"Y-you love me?" Your voice is shaky and you curse yourself. His face drops and if you weren't so shocked, you would've laughed. He doesn't try to backtrack instead just sitting there, eyes trained on the blanket pattern.

You were screwed from the beginning of this conversation. You knew you shouldn't have stayed and listened.

"If you hurt me, Sirius, you won't survive it," you threaten, pushing yourself into his lap. He can't believe it and tears sting at the corners of his eyes. He knows it's embarrassing but it feels so good to have you touching him again. "I love you, too."

[gatitties]

I've had this idea for a few days now and I was wondering if u could write it? Preferrably headcannon form

Fem reader (15yrs) who's close friends with the toman captains has three older brothers who are leaders from different gangs and two younger brothers who are actually in toman. Despite being so they managed to stay as regular siblings (petty arguments, stealing eachothers bikes, playing pranks on eachothers gangs)

Basically the siblings treat the delinquent world as their own playground bc of the amount of pranks they can cause on eachothers gangs without getting in trouble

─Tokyo revengers x fem!reader

─Summary: Your whole family is involved in gangs, except for you, however all your relationships are with these idiots who love to cause chaos wherever they go, you don't complain though.

─Warnings: none

─ You are not involved in the gang world and yet your name is known by all gang members.

─ How could it not be? Three of your older brothers have their own bands, known for certain aspects, and, on top of that, your two younger brothers are part of the well-known Toman.

─ Because of those two devils and your closeness in age to them, you know the captains of Toman, you forged a friendship with them by brute force because you are in the entire epicenter of gang shit.

─ Your brothers will simply cause problems from here to there, some arguments between them or external people, but you are always there to calm the atmosphere, effectively, you are the comic relief in most situations.

─ But don't worry about threats from other gangs that have some modicum of hatred against your brothers and friends, the threats (and fists if necessary) will fly from one side to the other if someone even mentions that they want to use you as a double-edged sword against them.

─ You are constantly being dragged from one place to another.

─ Mikey will take you for a walk with Draken.

─ Mitsuya will ask you to help with her sisters or to be a model for his desings.

─ Takemichi will ask you for help with Hinata but you will always tell him to talk to Emma, she would be more help than you.

─ Pah and Peh will try to convince you to accompany them to beat up some punks.

─ The Wakata twins will drag you throughout the district to find the best ramen shop.

─ Baji and Chifuyu will drag you to all the animal shelters to help a little.

─ Your two little brothers will ask you to watch them fight to find out who is stronger of the two.

─ Your older brothers will take you to their meetings or convince you to steal another of your brothers' motorcycle, which ends in a race and you screaming for your life.

─ Definitely no day in your life is boring with all these people by your side.

─ You also made friends on your own, it's not surprising that they are from other gangs… Kisaki thought that it would be flattering to have a good relationship with you because of your influence and your brothers, which led you to spend time with him and Hanma.

─ The Haitani brothers heard a lot about you and of course they were not going to stay with just the rumors when they could go see you with their own eyes, God willing that the day they decide to come see you, you are not with the Kawata because it will become a war.

─ That's when you decide to call another of your contacts, Izana, usually accompanied by Kakucho, at first they were thinking of using you as blackmail to bother Mikey, but one of your brothers went ahead and threatened them, then they simply kept you as another friend.

─ You have an weird relationship with Taiju because one of your brothers gets along well with him but it is simply awkward when your brother leaves for a few moments, leaving you two alone in an awkward silence, you definitely prefer Yuzuha, she is your favorite Shiba.

─ Quite the opposite of South, who appeared much friendlier (a little threatening due to his expression) when another of your brothers introduced him to you, however he was a good guy to you, he makes you try Brazilian food so that you can give your opinion on its gastronomy.

─ At the moment everything seems like a playground where your family has the corner of the sand that everyone wants, despite the differences between some of the gang members, everything was relatively calm, but who knows what the future will bring for you linked to so many criminals?

[chamiryokuroi]

hi are you the one with the guacamole where you used every pepper you could find at the grocery store? if so, please i would like the recipe. if not, feel free to ignore this. thank you ! :3

Yeah that’s me, that guacamole post will haunt me for eternity.

Here’s the recipe

Ingredients:

2 ripe avocados

2-3 cloves of garlic

1 tomato chopped

1 finely chopped onion

A bit of finely chopped cilantro

Juice of one lime

Salt to taste

Whatever chilies you can find at your grocery store.

Now for the chilies I used they’re the following (picture for visual reference attached)

Serranos (mild to high spicy depending on the season)

Jalapeños (mild)

Habaneros (high)

Güero (low to mid)

Caribe (low to mid)

Arbol (usually sold dry, mid to high spicy)

Tho if you can find piquin then you’re in for a treat! Those are really spicy!

Instructions:

First you are NOT going to deseed any of the chilies, they’re usually the spicy part of it and you want this fucker to hurt badly.

On a pan on medium high you’re going to roast all of the chilies until they’re slightly charred (open up a window because this is going to hurt you, you will cough, it’s inevitable) once charred remove from heat and roughly chop them, they will be real soft so you don’t need to be too careful about the size.

Now I used a molcajete for the preparation, if you’re not Mexican you can use a mortar and pestle, if you don’t have one you can use a bowl, you will just need to finely chop the garlic beforehand.

On your molcajete/mortar drop the garlic cloves and salt (around a teaspoon worth, but tbh I measure that with my soul) if you use sea salt is better because of the size of the grains of salt it helps with grinding the garlic, but you can always use regular table salt.

After the garlic has been grated entirely then you will add the chilies, a bit at a time, we want it all to be grind into paste all together. Again if you don’t have a molcajete/mortar then you can just finely chop it all together.

Add the peeled and pitted avocado next, to make it easier to mix chop it beforehand. We want to make it a paste as well, you can use a fork for this step if you’re using a regular bowl.

Then you add your onion, tomato, cilantro and the lime juice, just mix it with a spoon, taste and add salt if needed.

And we’re done! Now you have a guacamole with more chilies than necessary!

[valentine-writes]

boys don't cry

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, masc coded reader (kinda. no pronouns used!! but trust y'all i'll b writing masc reader stuff soon cuz I Need It), inconsistent lengths for each character i am Filled W/ Favouritism, kisses can be platonic (spider-noir part i love this man), reader is used to bottling emotions up, the spot's part is Not That Serious, characters all love u and wanna help :> 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, jessica drew, lyla, margo kess/spider-byte, miles morales (1610 and 42), miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, (spider-man) noir, pavitr prabhakar, peter b parker, and the spot/johnathan ohnn

author's note: this song slaps╰(*°▽°*)╯ also see other songs below which influenced this <3 u can slowly see me losing the slash srsness as the character progress,,, apologies. many :(( anyways!! had this marinating in my drafts so im posting. hopefully will get time to clear my inbox and fulfill reqz! tysm for ur patience lovelies !!!!（。＾▽＾）<333

“i try to laugh about it / hiding the tears in my eyes” – the cure, boys don't cry

“i didn’t want you to hear / that shake in my voice / my pain is my own” – car seat headrest, 1937 state park

“i don’t know why i am / the way i am, not strong enough to be your man” – boygenius, not strong enough

▸ GWEN, who all too familiar with what it's like to keep up a tough act for the sake of not falling apart.

she's grown accustomed to letting emotions eat away at her until they're too big to deal with. which is why she's quick to feel empathy when she sees that you do the same thing.

she won't force you to talk about anything you don't want to– but if you need an outlet, she hands you her drum sticks.

"maybe it'll help you like it helps me." gwen explains, giving you that awkward little smile of hers that makes everything weighing on you feel a little less heavy.

always trying to help you find a way to channel your emotions. even if drumming doesn't work for you. maybe it's singing. maybe it's art. or maybe you just need to cry. no matter what it is, she doesn't mind. she just wants you to let it out in a healthy way.

▸ HOBIE is instantly aware of the fact you're the type to laugh and joke around to hold back tears.

you're trying your hardest to keep smiling, but he sees it falter as you try to speak, choking out the words while holding back a sob.

"'s okay to cry, y'know? no one 'round here but us anyways." he reassures.

you take a sharp inhale, knowing it was useless to pretend. he was always emotionally intelligent, able to read you like a book. sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind. or maybe he was just attentive with you.

he puts a hand on your back, gently rubbing as you feel the tears run down your cheeks. this turns into an arm around your shoulder as you cry, until you're fully sobbing– he decides to just pull your into his arms.

he's still holding you close, even as your cries subside into sniffles. always encourages you to be real with him. there's nothing he loves more than you being unfiltered– even if it means expressing negative emotions. to hobie, vulnerability is bravery.

▸ JESSICA DREW who's quick to notice you the minute you turn away to conceal your face.

she pulls you aside discreetly, knowing you probably didn't want attention of others. tries to meet you eye-level, asks you directly about what's wrong.

after a few seconds of silence, you finally break.

"i feel so weak." you sniffle, not meeting her eyes.

"for doing a little crying?" she sighs a little, shaking her head. "not at all. you're strong– you've been strong. but even strong people gotta cry."

she'll talk you through it or just sit beside you, offering you advice or even just a space to vent. she's very busy all the time– but she'll set aside time for you. tells you that hiding from emotions only works for so long and that tells you that you aren't any less tough in her eyes for feeling them.

you're only human after all. you deserve to live out the wholeness of the human experience.

▸ LYLA isn't really all too involved with your day-to-day life shenanigans (being the best ai assistant is hard), but she always makes a point to check up on you when she gets the chance.

besides, miguel sure isn't gonna gossip with her like you do.

"you doing good?" she'll ask, grinning.

you only respond with a weak "yeah" and the fakest chuckle she's ever heard, as you clearly attempt to blink back tears.

she doesn't know what to do. tries to wipe the tears that eventually fall with a virtual hand that phases right through your face. well. at least she had good intentions.

"hey, hey–" lyla gets you to take a deep breath. "look at me."

she says your name, regrounding you. you look up at her, and for a moment, she's certain that she's felt something akin to sympathy. she's felt something real.

lyla doesn't let that distract her from her objective– right now, she's gotta comfort you.

she repeats your name, "...it's okay. you cry if you feel like it."

▸ MARGO who sits you down, letting you be the one to speak first when your smile wavers.

"i hate fuckin' crying.." you laugh weakly, trying to make the situation better. it doesn't help control the tears. "i feel so lame for it."

"you know," she whispers, taking your hands in yours, "i still think you're pretty cool."

she gives you a grin that's so earnest– so sweet– that lets you know she's being honest.

"okay, so this might be stupid,, butttt–" encourages you two to listen to some moody music so you can get whatever you've bottled up out of you systems. it's cathartic, crying your eyes out with her as whatever the two of you have queued up blasts in the background.

doesn't judge you one bit for crying.

"only way out is through." she shrugs. "gotta feel it before you can actually let it go."

▸ MILES (1610) who had just asked an innocent question about how your doing, now watching as you struggle to respond.

after a strained moment of searching for words, you shrink away and hide your face in your hands. he scoots by your side, asking before gently taking your hands away from your face.

"what's wrong?" his voice is soft. gentle as he looks at you with the sweetest concerned expression.

"i shouldn't be crying.. it's stupid... i feel so, so stupid–"

he frowns at these words. "i don't think it's stupid."

societal expectations forcing people to put on a tough act just to conceal emotions deemed as "weakness?" not a new concept to him. he's just sad that it's impacted you so deeply.

after this, will actively check up on how you're doing emotionally. will pull you aside to have a heart-to-heart if he senses the slightest thing off. terrified of being shut out by you, will always offer for the two of you to deal with whatever you're struggling with together.

▸ MILES (42) who asks more bluntly than he had intended when he senses you're not doing okay.

you take a sharp inhale, giving him an unsteady smile which only makes him sigh. no matter how much you try to make the situation lighthearted, his expression never changes.

"nah. you're not fooling me." he walks over to you, his voice softening as he looks at you. "...what's got you upset?"

a really good listener. lets you rest your head on his shoulder as you vent and let it out.

he's not the most open himself, so of course he understands– but he doesn't want you to be like him.

you thank him for putting up with your breakdown, feeling a little awkward as you pull your cheek away from his shoulder and look at him.

you watch as he falters for a moment, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you in for a warm, slightly stiff, side-hug.

"don't thank me for that– it's just what you deserve." though his quick to dismissal of what you'd said seems to be the end of his sentence– you watch as he unclenches his jaw, hesitating before he says something else.

"anytime. i mean it."

▸ MIGUEL who is jus like u for reals doesn't quite know how to cope with emotions either. that doesn't give him an excuse to not try with you.

he can't find the right words, but you see the empathy in his eyes. he offers quiet comfort– places a hand on your back, rubbing it as you lean into his side

"don't hide your face from me." he mutters to you. "it's just me."

your hands fall from your face into your lap, shoulders slumping. he feels you tremble softly, as you to reply.

"this should be for me to deal with. i should be strong enough." your words echo in his mind.

maybe because he's told himself the same thing too many times before as well. it's painful, the way that this moment with you reflects a mirror image of himself.

will crumble his own walls if it means you'll do the same. tries to be open to encourage you. you'll learn together.

▸ NOIR who is a gentleman through and through. always. tells you that he'll give you anything you need.

"i don't know what nitwit told you it wasn't okay for you to cry," his choice of words makes you crack a slight genuine smile, "but you don't have to believe them one second."

as your facade slowly crumbles, his gloved hands cup your face as you cry. he dries your cheeks, patiently nodding as he listened to you ramble on about everything you've been holding back.

when you've calmed down, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

to ache like this and still be concerned over burdening others– he's now finds little ways to remind you how precious you are to him. that he'll always care.

▸ PAVITR, who approaches you as delicately as possible. he tries not to do anything that will make you feel backed into a corner.

he knows that feeling scared can lead to lashing out. tries to be casual about it to ensure you're as comfortable as possible.

you crack an obviously forced joke and he glances at you questioningly.

"you're not telling me something, aren't you?" he asks. pavitr's secretly hoping he was good at playing this careful– but you had picked up that he wanted to talk to you about it for a while now.

you're both obvious.

your grin fades as you chuckle dryly. "i don't... i don't want to– it's embarrassing."

"what's embarrassing is that i didn't notice earlier. don't be shy. we can figure it out together, okay?"

offers all the help he can. even (secretly) messages gayatri for "advice for a friend" you!!! you are friend!!!!! he doesn't name drop tho. privacy king.

▸ PETER B(E MY WIFE) PARKER. the one who drags you outside to chat about it and cracks a stupid joke himself. it alleviates no tension at all.

"..ahh,, no, nevermind that kid. you okay?"

a shake of your head and his smile fades a bit. he grips your shoulder, shaking you gently.

"been there plenty of times. trust me– better to get it out now."

and for a while, it's just a conversation. you're both sitting outside, the night air bringing a chill to your skin. he offers his jacket– and then proceeds to pull you into it while he still wears it, your back pressed to his chest.

it goes unspoken, but he knew you had been struggling for a while now. he's relieved to finally get a moment with you.

he'll always be looking out for you. even if you don't realize.

▸ THE SPOT/JOHNATHAN OHNN panics ever so slightly. this is the first time you've ever cried in front of him. so he does what he does best– and just asks questions.

"you've been bottling it up this whole time?"

"mhm..."

"for how long?..." your response causes him to pause, blinking several times before parting his lips to speak again. "...oh. oh wow– yikes–" he means well i swear.

will scour the multiverse in search of a quiet place for you to lay this all to rest.

you admit, you're certain you don't need all this– but he seems happy to put in the effort and lead you into a portal into a nice area to relax.

"are we breaking and entering into someone's house?!"

"uh– don't worry about it for now."

[kotikaleo]

Shop update!

We just gonna ignore how i posted a draft yesterday with no tags no nothing pictures and keysmash....

ANYWAY!!!! I made a bunch of new stuff and I will be day by day adding them to my store and posting about it!

Look how cute they are! They come in three designs, the stampo desing is a bit more expensive and rn are out of stock, becasue people at a con went crazy about it, but no worries I will restock it as soon as possible!

You can find them here uwu

[cheolsfae]

Can u make seventeen as bestfriend? Thank you~

𑁍SVT as your best friend!

Requested: Absolutely

Genre: Platonic Fluff

Warning(s): None

Requests are open!

S. Coups

Snack runs!

Didn't matter how late.

"Wanna go with me to get [insert snack here]?"

"Thought you'd never ask!"

Movie nights!

Heavy blankets thrown on the couch, you both cozied up on either side of it, laughing at whatever was on.

Coups was kind of protective of you.

He really didn't like it if you came over completely upset.

"Who the hell hurt my child? Who's ass do I have to kick?" type of thing!

Wonwo

Remember that trend where people would go to thrift stores and blindly pick clothes? That's what you guys did but with books.

You always ended up with the really weird ones!

One time, it had been smut written about the grinch...

Somehow, Wonwoo always got lucky and got a decent one.

He gives me grandpa vibes, lmao! But like in a good way.

You guys watched a lot of game shows together. Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. That kind of thing.

You guys liked to poke a bit of fun at some of the contestants on the shows. Mainly the ridiculous answers they gave.

Mingyu

Loyal as they come! ✨️

Gets pouty when you hang out with other friends other than him.

"I'm supposed to be your best friend!"

"You are!"

This was always a goofy little argument you guys had.

Spa nights were pretty frequent. Face masks, pedicures, manicures...!

"Can you paint them? I don't want to."

"Gimme them fingers!"

Expect the nail polish to be messy! He tried his best though!

Vernon

You guys would have the most chilled out, relaxed type of friendship.

I get the vibe he's a floor sitting type of person.

Whenever he's at your house, there is a perfectly good place on the couch/bed for him, boy opts not to sit there.

He picks the floor, every single time. And he just sprawls out on it.

You often do the same though so it all works out.

He often comes over just to sit in silence with you.

You guys didn't have to be doing anything in particular. You guys just simply existed together like 90% of the time.

The other 10% of the time, was you guys having serious conversations about things going on in each others lives

Or maybe even talking about the most outlandish conspiracy theories. Like if Big Foot was real or not lmao

Joshua

Coffee dates at least once a week.

It was a time for you two to talk about your week.

It was a cozy little friendship.

I think he'd do handmade gifts for you.

I mean, yeah, we know he makes bracelets and things like that, but I think sometimes, he'd make you matching T-shirts.

Mainly if you guys were going on vacations together, things like that.

"Do I have to wear this?" you would ask.

"Yes! you have a tendency to get lost! I need to be able to find you easily!"

He gives hovering mom energy but in the most positive way possible lmao

Jeonghan

"It's for the plot" sort of friendship.

You guys feed each other your delusions about whatever.

He had a crush on someone, you'd be right there saying "oh I know they really couldn't stop staring at you!" When in reality, the person just happened to look in his direction.

That type of vibe

One to clown on you! 100%!

You fell asleep first at the little sleep over you guys were having? Better believe he's taking pictures of you and posting them on IG or something. And if it isn't that, he's drawing all over your face in permanent marker.

You also did the same type of thing to him.

One time, you'd put clear tape over the bathroom door, when he tried to walk through, he got tangled all up in it!

Woozi

I think late night drives are pretty common for you two.

Chilling out in silence.

Listening to whatever was on the radio.

Such a vibe

Tons of deep talks

Lots about how you guys wished things turned out differently

Or how things could have been better if...

If it wasn't things like that, it was silly little inconveniences through out the day.

"This idiot cut me off in traffic and then flipped me off"

"It's what you deserve"

A little bit of a dark humored type of friendship I think.

Dokyeom

I think there would be a whole lot of sleepovers at one another's places.

You guys would be stuck together like glue

Nothing could separate you guys!

You did everything together!

He had to go to the grocery store for groceries — you were right there going along with him.

You had a doctor's appointment, he'd be sitting in the waiting room for you.

Almost codependent.

Seungkwan

This man is the best friend anyone could ask for!

You guys love to spill the tea with one another, similarly to the boyfriend thing.

"[Insert name here] is so rude"

"They are! Oh my god!"

The looks you guys give one another from across the room...

No words even need to be spoken!

You guys just look at one another and immediately know what the other is thinking!

He feels exactly like your soulmate in best friend form!

Hoshi

This goof!

You know that video where the kid says "Do the roar"? You'd say this to him and he'd end up doing his infamous tiger thing.

To be honest, it was kind of funny.

I think random presents from one another is something the two of you did.

Yeah, 90% of what he'd gifted you was little lion themed things and he'd received a lot of tiger things from you. A sort of match-y, match-y thing.

Speaking of match-y, match-y things...friendship bracelets were a thing!

If you didn't wear it, he would be so upset! Please never forget to wear it!

Jun

He is so cute!

He doesn't try to make you laugh all that often but he does unintentionally.

That's a pretty common occurrence.

You guys would text each other about every little thing through out the day

"I think I'm getting a pimple on my nose. Looks like it's going to be HUGE one...you wanna pop it?"

"Dude, I stubbed my toe on the couch corner."

Little things like that, it was a constant thing.

Minghao

Personal photographer!

He gets your best angles!

"Tilt your head a little more...perfect." *click*

He also really likes to pick out clothes for you. If doesn't he'll tell you exactly what he doesn't like about the look. Even if it stings a bit.

He'd always tell you the dress code for some event you guys were attending!

I think, he'd be the time to have meditation sessions with you, or at least attempt to but really couldn't focus because you would kind of laugh in between the awkward silences.

He'd lightly tap you, trying his very best to stay focused on the guided meditation but sooner or later, he'd join in on you laughing.

Dino

Hypes you up! Constantly!

He tries to teach you some of their choreography

He's so patient with you! Even if you are a little clumsy and mis-step a bit.

Another one who loves to clown on you, it feels like one of his favorite pass-times.

"You look like a racoon!" he'd tell you before laughing his ass off about how goofy you looked. It wasn't like you had much of a choice in staying up all night to finish that project! You'd put it off for the night before it was due

Another thing he'd do is give you encouragement when you most needed it.

He was always the best at that.

Trash day? He was right there with you on the couch ripping every single part of your day up with you.

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 30/?

Prev | Next

Avril is back, and she's here to make Jason angry.

Jason took out the chocolate chip scones from the oven. He used Alfred’s recipe, so he knew they would be a big hit. They were flaky on the outside and soft and moist on the inside.

The first PTA meeting had come and gone. They were going to do a fundraiser and auction to help raise money to get the school more books, new computers, and better instruments for the kids. Jason signed up to make the scones.

He missed Alfie, and this was a way to have his grandfather close to him.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief when the last batch was on the cooling rack. He had been up since five in the morning making a hundred and fifty scones. Hopefully, they would sell. If not, he could donate what didn’t.

He sat down and let his head fall on the table.

“You’re done?” Jazz asked.

“Yeah,” he said without raising his head. Jazz had volunteered to drop off Danny and pick him up. She was also going to watch him while he was at the fundraiser.

Jazz hummed and then put something by him. He raised his head to find a glass of iced tea. He drank it happily.

“I met your friend Avril. She’s quite the character.”

Jason frowned at the mention of the blonde woman. She had tried to humiliate Jason in the first PTA meeting. When he had signed up for the fundraiser, and she saw he had put down scones, she laughed at his face and point blank told him that the fundraiser bakery had to be done by the parents, not store-bought. Jason had to sell more than her. For the kids, of course.

“She’s not my friend,” he muttered.

Jazz hummed and looked at Jason with knowing eyes. Why did he feel he was being dissected all of a sudden?

“Don’t let her get to you. She’s not worth it. People like her need to find victims to feel better. It’s best to ignore them.”

Jason said nothing. He refused to be anyone’s victim. Not again. Especially a PTA mom.

“Don’t let her get under your skin, Jason.”

Danny ran into the kitchen before Jason could say anything.

“Those smell good, daddy. Can I have one?”

“Not those, chum, they’re for the PTA fundraiser. I made some earlier just for us.”

Jason got a bowl covered with a cloth from the top of the fridge and put it in front of his vibrating son. Danny struck like a snake, getting a scone and stuffing it in his face.

“Wowb, dabby, dese are sooo good.”

“Danny, don’t eat with your mouth full,” Jazz scolded the little boy, “you can choke.”

“You like them, Danny?”

Danny nodded as he got another one. Jason couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he should bake more often. His little boy seemed to like the scones. Why not make other things Alfred had taught him?

Well, thoughts for another day.

Jason packed the scones in boxes he bought and put them in his car. He kissed Danny goodbye and waved at Jazz.

“Thanks for watching Danny for me. I’ll be back by ten, I hope.”

“No problem, Jay. He’s my little brother, after all. Don’t let her get to you, and keep a cool head!”

Jason pouted at Jazz’s remark. So what if when he got angry, things tended to smoke? He’d gotten a better handle on his fire powers thanks to Raven’s tips on handling his emotions.

“Bye, daddy, love you!”

Jason smiled at his son, “Love you, too, chum.”

Jason made it to school in record time. He looked for his table and noticed it was the farthest from the entrance. He frowned, likely a ploy from Avril. He refused to let that get to him, though, and he started setting things up.

Then, the she-devil herself entered the room.

“Just set the baskets down here,” she told some guys carrying ribbed baskets, and Jason could see red gingham peeking out. He decided to ignore her and went back to setting up his table.

Jason ignored the chatter going on around him.

Ever since his transformation, his hearing had gotten better, and he could listen to every conversation if he wanted to. It had taken a while to learn to control the volume. He was vaguely listening toward Avril’s table when he heard ‘blueberry scones.’

“It’s a recipe that has been handed down for generations now,” she bragged.

He looked up, and lo and behold, she had, indeed, brought scones. Avril looked straight into his eyes and smiled at him.

Jason felt heat rising from his chest to his face. He glared at the woman’s table, wishing he could burn it to the ground. Smoke started rising from her tablecloth. Jason looked away and took deep breaths. No, he couldn’t burn down the school just because Avril was being a bitch. Thankfully, nobody had noticed the smoke.

Jason took a look again and saw her scones. They didn’t look good.

They were dense and heavy. From where he stood, he noticed the lack of color on them. She must’ve not used cold ingredients, either, because they weren’t flaky at all. He looked down at his and smirked. Avril had wanted to humiliate Jason.

Instead, the opposite happened.

Jason watched throughout the evening as Avril’s smug smile fell. People could see her scones weren’t good, and very few bought them. Jason’s scones sold quickly.

People had come back with family or friends to buy more. In the end, he had run out of scones while Avril still had most of hers in the baskets. Some people had even asked Jason if he baked to sell.

“Unfortunately, no, I don’t.”

“That’s too bad,” a black-haired woman said, disappointed, “I would’ve ordered scones from you for parties I throw.”

Jason laughed. No way was he going to do that. He was exhausted just doing it one day. He couldn’t imagine doing it for a living. (It’s not as if he needed the money, anyway.)

Jason could feel Avril’s glare as he cleared his table. He couldn’t help but throw a smug smirk. That’s what she gets.

Jason spent the rest of the evening walking around before the auction started. He even bought some pastries and little snacks. He was munching on a pretzel when they started announcing the auction.

Jason took a number. He doubted anything would get his attention, but he never knew. He took the list and quickly browsed through it. A romantic package for two, a golf package, a parent getaway package (no way he would ever leave his little boy behind). So far, the list had yet to get his attention.

Hmm, a guitar would be nice to have. Maybe he could pick another hobby.

“I want to thank all the parents who participated in our fundraiser with their baked goods. Special thanks to Avril Dubois for helping us set all this up.”

Jason rolled his eyes as the woman stood up at the applause. Desperate much?

“Now, let’s get on with the auction. Our first item up is the romantic package for two.”

Jason was bored throughout the auction. How had Bruce put up with stuff like this? He halfheartedly bid for the guitar but let the balding guy have it instead. It looked like he needed a win.

Jason was about to leave when the next item came up.

“Our next item is two benches dedicated to the highest bidder. These benches will be made of oak wood and put in the front of the school. Bidding starts at two thousand dollars.”

Avril immediately put up her number.

“Two thousand five hundred.”

Nobody else raised their number. Well, it was pricey—for other people. Jason smiled evilly. Oh, he was about to ruin Avril’s evening even more.

“Three thousand,” he said.

Avril looked back and glared at him. He smirked at her.

“Three thousand five hundred,” she countered.

“Four thousand five hundred.”

She didn’t look back, but Jason saw her back stiffen.

“Five thousand.”

“Five thousand five hundred,” Jason said.

“Well,” the auctioneer said, “it seems we have a bidding war.”

“Ten thousand,” Avril said. She looked back at Jason and smirked. Oh, was that it?

“Fifteen thousand,” Jason countered with an evil smile thrown at the woman. She scoffed and didn’t raise the bid again.

“Fifteen thousand going once, going twice. Sold! To number 34.”

Jason didn’t care about having something under his (fake) name, but by the Ancients, it was nice to see Avril lose.

It was worth it, even as Jazz scolded him for letting Avril get under his skin.

Thanks to this chapter, I now know how to (theoretically) make the perfect scone. Alfred would be proud of Jason's pettiness.

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[sygni]

remaked intro post

hi! im sygni, going by sima/seraphime ! [she/zer]

artist, writer main fandoms: hermitcraft, traffic life smp

english isn't my first language!! sorry for spelling mistakes etc ]:

dni if you: post nsfw, ed, s-h content; ship real people. reposts are not allowed! but you can (with credits and without asking me personally): use my art for pfps, edits, cosplay; use my designs for your art.

i would appreciate if you'd use tone tags for me;

if you see me reposting other people's works please go to the their acc and repost/like it from here! /lh /nf

my ask box is open for asks, chatting and requests, if you're not pushing my boundaries and not forcing me to do anything <3

i can sometimes post shippering content, and i do tag it with pairing name ('scarian' for example) + #hermitshipping so block these if you don't want to see that. i DO NOT post nsfw content tho!

you can find my works by #my art #sima talks for chatting, asks etc #sima makes designs - for my character desings

[ane-doodles]

Well... Here it is

There are two variants for this first design

and then there is this other one with a special adaptation for coffee cups, etc.

....

You can find these desings in my Redbubble store

[evabestkitty]

☆•"Magic's new collar"•☆

Here's is a concept art based on a dream I had that I talked about on my previous post

Warning- big wall of text of me yapping about the story

I've been thinking about this and I decided that this would be a hypothetical "Special long episode" so that means I'm sticking close to cannon in this story. Without mixing with my AU and ocs…that includes our favorite calico boy.

I still haven't thought out the entire story but I got a vague idea.

Basicly Magic gets a new wierd collar that is similar to the Friendship Heart-put a pin in it. And from then on good things happen for both him and Kate and they just assume it's good luck. However they soon realized something up when Magic participates in Pocketville race (read the previous post mentioned) Basicly Magic should have lost but was declared winner. Both Magic and Kate were not only confused but also had a bad feeling about this. Balloon was the first to suspect something to do with the collar. They go do search (or just talk to Evershell to get a dang riddle about it)

Turns out that this collar has powers to manupilte things into the user's favor. Of course made by some evil, pety dum dum.

So they tried to keep it away safe where no one can uses it. But unfortunately someone finds out about it and falls into their hands …or paws.

This stories antagonist are basically the antithesis of Kate and Magic (they don't have a desing now,I just made a vague silhouette here) Which is why I desing the collar vaguely similar to the Friendship Heart. Though only one of them is the true villian.

And that's all I got , thank you for reading

Uhhh

Bai

[hellsite-detective]

You sit at your desk as you hear a knock at the door

“Come in.”

An envelope is slipped through the bottom.

You get up the to pick up the envelope with a label reading “first underfell post”

You open the envelope to find a key and a letter, the letter says the following

“The envelope says it all detective, look for the post containing depictions of undertake characters in an evil manner. You could take this as a test to see if you know your history well. Tread carefully.”

-C

ah, undertale au's. somethin' that, even as a fan of Undertale, i'm not too familiar with. i never got involved in the au side of the fandom, always tryin' to stick with the game itself. so i didn't know much about Underfell, beyond the fact that it's evil Undertale. even so, i was gonna solve this case...

i went down to the Search Bar and told the Don to simply give me Underfell. from there, they linked me to the wiki page for the au itself. from there, i was able to find four posts relatively easily, as they were linked on the page.

first, i found a post includin' a screenshot of the origins of the "evil Undertale" concept.

second, the first post includin' the desings of all the cast.

third, the post in which the au was officially named Underfell.

and finally, just to be thorough, the first post from tumblr user @underfell

here you are! diggin' up old history can certainly be fun, and i enjoy gettin' the opportunity to do so. have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

[yurki-posts]

Do you have any oc?? :0

(Not talking 'bout ur persona, im asking like-- an oc or sssstory w ocsss?? lmao---) 👉👈💐

YEESSSSSS I DO!!!!! I have many, many ocs buuuut I lost the pictures of most of them and they don't have a real story yet- so imma just share some of them who I have pictures for and also a little of lore! (please god im begging for the guys in the discord server not to find this or im fucking dead)

Ocs under the cut! (It's quite long and messy so be prepared for lore dump in the second half because it's my personal favorite)

First we have my main oc and the first one I created all by myself! (which means without external help like a character maker or dress up game); Vinn!

(credits of the art to my irl bestie I luv ya!!!)

As you can see, they're a colorful ball. His desing is obviously based on Polandball/Countryballs, where the countries are balls with white eyes. Originally they were going to be their own countryball but I decided to use him as a persona for many years until Yurki came in ;)

Don't let their colors and cuteness foul you, they were banished to hell after burning down uncountable villages and forests. He was obsessed with fire in such a sick way, he was often called an arsonist (rightfully so) by the passersby.

Once in Hell, they lost most of their already damaged mind. They set Hell itself on fire and flames, and before he could reach the last corner of it, he was captured and kicked out of hell, and found himself in a new planet ready to be set on fire with their flamethrower, although it would bring many surprises he couldn't have ever imagined.

That's pretty much a summary of their lore. He loves fire (what a surprise!) and they are best friends with the element of fire of that universe. They don't have many abilities that aren't just advantages of being a ball, but he can breathe fire if that's something. Their story actually continues but it's all written in spanish so I doubt it's even worth to link it here lol.

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And now...We have many here that I actually do want to work on but idk how to write lol

They're made in Gacha Life 2 if anyone wonders why they don't look drawn.

So in the pictures we have a couple of them, but I actually don't have names for anyone but the green one because I SUCK AT NAMES.

So... anyways the green one is Stunail. The Moth girl is his cousin who has social anxiety and the Butterfly is his older sister. The two dragons are caretakers of a botanical garden and they're friends with Stunail and his cousin.

In that universe, humans are mixed with bugs and other kind of species. There's no racism, but golly there is a lot of specism (discrimination against other species. Not to be confused with Speciesism. Yes I just made that first word out). There's special hatred towards "dirty" and "useless" species, such as Snails, Flies/Mosquitoes, Cockroaches, Rats, and a few more.

Some of them are banned in public spaces in the most specist regions (which are fortunately very few) and have a hard time getting employed, and if they do get employed they usually get paid less than a "normal" species. Some are seen as dangerous and scary, and others as a waste of air and useless to society.

Ofc it's not super obvious at first sight, but it's the subtle things that makes the specism stand out. Looking weird at them, sitting somewhere else if they sit next to you, put your children to play with a different kid in the playground, ignore if they're talking, avoid them if they're seen.

I'm unsure of what this story would follow, but I think it would be about Stunail proving the world that their and other hated species can be as capable and "normal" as any other species, and that they shouldn't be discriminated for their mere existence, and have the same rights as the rest of the species. Alongside Moth Girl's character development where she manages to, slowly, heal from her trauma and social anxiety.

Ohhh and here are some ✨side charaters✨ I also made

The only one with a name (again😞) is the mermaid, Merman! (although I might change his name because it's a little plain). The sheeps are twin brothers, the squid girl is an important administrator of the Eastern Ocean Empire, and Merman is the Monarch of the sea species in the Western side of this last mentioned Empire.

I plan for all of them to connect in one way or another to Stunail and his friends, but I still need to figure that part out "- -

Damn that was a lot of yapping. Hope whoever read all this liked it ^^ I appretiate any opinions about this last one specifically because it's something I actually wanna end up doing somehow.

(Please suggest names im begging on the floor rn)

[galpalaven]

obsessed with my own writing of the g'raha/kiri first i love you confession tbh. dunno if or when this fic will be finished so enjoy another snip

When the star comes into view in all its majesty, it takes his breath away. For he had not been to the facilities on the moon, nor had he seen anything of Etheirys beyond the calamity-torn image Emet-Selch had shown them in Amaurot. He had not seen the star on their way to fight Meteion, too preoccupied with holding his girlfriend’s hand and trying to soak in the fire in her eyes to pay attention to the windows.

Now Etheirys glistens beyond the glass, blue and green and fluffy white clouds. It all looks so small from up here, and it strikes him suddenly and viciously that he is home. That that is his star, that is the Source, the home he’d thought to never see again. He’s home, and he’s helped change the future irrevocably. 

And what’s more, he has the woman he’d loved — in resigned silence and heartache for over 100 years — curled up in his arms, safe and warm and content. The vision beyond the windows blurs as his eyes fill with tears, and he sighs shakily as he tightens his arms a little and hides his face in her hair.

Her hands tighten on his forearms in response, and he kisses the top of her head.

“Raha?”

Kirika’s voice is low and soft, almost hesitant. She turns and he pulls back, confused, only for her to readjust, burying her face in the crook of his neck. His lips twitch into a grin as he pulls her close again, blissed beyond belief as she nuzzles under his jaw.

He hums softly a moment later when he remembers she’d said his name. “Mm? Need something?”

She shakes her head a little, pressing even closer. Her breath tickles the sensitive skin on his neck, and it makes him grin as he kisses at the side of her head. Distantly, he wonders if he’ll ever get used to this — to having her curl into him like this, craving his touch, his affection, in much the same way he craves hers. He can’t imagine what it would be like to be so used to her that it doesn’t still shock him a little every time, that his head doesn’t spin and his heart doesn’t skip a beat every time she leans in for a kiss, or says—

“I love you.”

G’raha’s breath catches in his throat.

…what?

It had left her lips in the form of the softest sigh, a wash of warmth over his neck and collarbones. Instinctively, his arms tighten a little around her, throat tightening in tandem as he tries in vain to convince himself he’d just imagined it — for when has he ever been bold enough to imagine such affection falling from her lips?

“...Kirika?” he rasps softly, and she’s so close that he can feel her smile against his throat.

As if she can hear his every thought in that tiny utterance of her name, she curls farther into him and murmurs the phrase again.

“I love you.”

She says it so easily, it shocks him. If any part of this day had begun to feel real, it’s gone straight back into dream territory. And if this is a dream…

“I love you, too,” he gasps, finding one of her hands with his to clumsily tangle their fingers together. The words have been on the tip of his tongue for so long now — decades, a century even — that finally being able to let them free makes his head feel light. “Gods above — I love you so much.”

Their voices are low, and though he’s certain that anyone in the room could hear if they had a mind to eavesdrop, he feels very much as if the two of them are in their own little world. He pulls away just enough that he can kiss the apex of the scale pattern on her forehead, exhaling shakily against her skin. When the kiss breaks, he tilts his head and bumps his forehead against hers affectionately, gently removing his hand from hers in favor of cupping her cheek instead.

Her hand comes up to cover his, holding him there, and for a moment all he can do is bask in the closeness, in the intimacy as their breaths mingle and heartbeats sync with every passing moment.

Everything he has ever wanted and more than he could ever deserve, all bundled into this one moment. 

He has never been happier in all his years of life — and he worries at how his body would react to any higher amounts of happiness. Already, his heart feels full to bursting in his chest. He’s not sure how well his body will hold up to the joy that may or may not await him in this new, uncharted future.

Though, as they begin their descent into the atmosphere and Kirika tilts her chin to bring their lips together once more, he cannot bring himself to care.

If he is doomed to be the first man to die of happiness, so be it.