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@goldenless
“I want to go camping on water!“
Yuuko Ichihara cosplay suggestion was picked randomly from followers”s comments on Twitter, so here is Beato in xxxHolic cosplay!
medicinial:
during some peaceful wandering about, jakurai hadn’t expected to really talk to anyone at all save for the few ‘ good morning ‘s he offered on his little walk around golden ward. it was perhaps the ward with which he was the least familiar with, taking the time to truly explore it in his own small ways, one day at a time. however, as he finished crossing one of the roads and approached a quieter area, a loud shout caught his ear and saw him turn slightly on the spot.
expecting to see two strangers engage in some middle-of-the-street tussle, you can imagine the surprise he felt when instead of that, he saw an extravagantly dressed lady marching up to him, her finger wagging and her boots heavy against the pavement. as she approached, he made no effort to flee or dodge her gaze. he simply wondered what it was that could have prompted such a loud greeting.
much to his further surprise, it ended up being not at all what he had expected.
“ i assure you there’s no black magic here. “ he attempted to ease the intensity of the situation, his voice pleasant and his hands slightly raised in innocence. “ but it does require a vigorous routine, i won’t deny that… “ why on earth such a beautiful lady might need his advice on hair care was beyond him, her own blonde ringlets surely glamorous enough. still, he knew better than to refuse a woman’s questions. “ i’d be happy to write down the products i use here, if that is of any use to you? “
To be honest, a small part of her had thought it was a simple spell... Oh what a network of beautiful demons she could have rallied for her cause! But alas, things couldn’t be that easy, could they? Not to mention it would be difficult to summon a demon entourage on this place in particular... Not that her furniture was incompetent but she needed perfection! At the end of the day, there is a certain charm in the magic of hard work. A very humane, extra adorable spell to charm anyone if she put in enough hard work! Yes, yes, that had to be it! That was what she would have to do in order to have Battler to fall for her even more!
“Hyahahaha... Now Battler will surely... Nyehehehe...“ the witch chuckles to herself as her mind wanders about her numerous fantasies. She was so into them, in fact, that her usual elegant demeanor was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she left it on the pocket of another skirt?
After a brief moment, the blonde seemed to have brought somewhat back to earth. Perhaps only her husband could bring about this complete lack of shame... “Please, I would love to acquire your assistance! Name your price and it shall be yours! You have gained the favor of the golden witch herself and that is a rare feat, I can assure you, my dear~! You should be proud of you and your gorgeous locks!“
goldenless:
@ingoldentent
Perhaps this time… No, this time for sure! Certainly, she would do it and win! She would manage to surprise Battler..!!
Dressed in her flowy nightgown, the witch tiptoed towards her husband while grasping something firmly with her hands.
Surely enough, next her cheerful voice announcing a war broke out of the silent room.
“PILLOWFIIIIIGHT~!“
Here we can witness the elusive Battler on his night time routine. The Battler is a creature that appreciates peace and tranquility, as he lets his guard down while calmly reading a book and preparing himself to fall asleep.
The Battler has not prepared himself for the possible ordeals that the Beatrice specimen that lives with him might cause tonight. And for that mistake, he will pay dearly.
Observe as he lets out an anguished scream, as the pillow carried by the Beatrice makes full contact to his back, thus making him let go of the book. The surprised expression on his face should serve as a source of entertainment for the Beatrice, thus filling her sustenance needs.
Of course… Although the Battler enjoys peace and tranquility at night… that doesn’t mean he isn’t willing to partake in more action intenses endeavors at this time of the day. Watch as he grabs another pillow, then flings it towards Beatrice’s face.
Ah, the nature of love is truly magnificent!
YESS, A BULLSEYE! And a super adorable smile from Battler... Kyuuuute~! Wait wrong series.
Truly, was there anything more addicting than the blissful honey that was all the little signs of love from her husband. A smile, a laugh, a kiss, a touch... She treasured them all. Even more so when they are all together... Now that’s what takes her breath away...! Oooh, just a thought was enough to set her heart aflutter and fall even deeper in love...
Stupidler, always so perfeeeect~....!
“Hyaaaaaah~!” she yelps playfully as a force of softness hits her face. Of course she’d give one on the house, it was her husband, after all! But she’d be winning this war... and all the adoration and kisses that only belonged to the victor!
“Prepaaaaaare, Baaatleeeer~!“ she let out a warcry and enthusiastically awaited her enemy to prepare himself. It wouldn’t be a proper victory if the both of them weren’t in the same position after all!
@medicinial
A stare. A deep, long-lasting stare. It was as if the witch was trying to burn a hole through a very specific male figure in the crowd. Oh, but she was a witch, right? She could do it as easily as, well, smashing the dirt underneath her heels! So why the stare, you ask? She obviously was intensely focused on something very specific. Could it be.... the slender form? The flawless skin?
No.
It was something else.
“YOUUU!!“ she yelped, her boots stomping the ground with her hasty gaunt. As rude as ever, in her haste she couldn’t think of any more elegant ways of addressing a new person. No... Not when her husband’s adoration was at stake!!
“Your hair care routine?You must tell me right away? Is it a shampoo, a conditioner? A special tonic? PERHAPS A DEMONIC SPELL?!“
If it was a demon.... He’d obviously need to name some names.
charmingsecretary:
Susie blinks a few times at the shriek, but continues to press on, undeterred. She sure gives off a different impression than she does in that painting, doesn’t she?
Susie nods. “We most certainly do. Please, allow me to give you my card.” After a moment, Susie retrieves it; it has a chic design on the front and the back.
“By the way… You’re Mrs. Ushiromiya, correct? I’m Susie. Battler has told me a lot about you. How would you like to stop by for a visit? We’d be more than happy to have you there!”
The witch accepts the card and takes a short glance at it. Indeed, a very elegant yet simple design! If business cards are the easiest means to view a business, this little establishment should be right up her alley! Beatrice’s already delighted facade turns even brighter after being recognized so easily. Looks like her noble disposition never ceases to fail her! “Why yes, I am indeed the golden witch Beatrice, Battler Ushiromiya’s beloved wife!“ she exclaims proudly, as if it wasn’t abundantly clear for anyone within earshot.
“It would be my pleasure to experience this firsthand, especially if Battler gives you his blessings! If you are not under much hurry, I would appreciate to be shown the way, miss...?“
artificist:
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artificist:
“Few hours to days, depending on where i get the parts from. Fibonacchi is a tangle with that mess sometimes, same with the ruins. Would also take some time to build it.” She shrugged. Her skill did still take time for building it as well.
Oh, a name. Right. Where were he manners that her parents taught her?
“Paprika Legiana. The feeling is mutual. Didn’t think people would enjoy my inventions.” Despite the fact in the city already had motorized fans which she very willingly ignored for her own sanity.
The witch lets a rather pleasant smile spread on her face “Ahh, miss Paprika then! I shall henceforth officially request your skills and provide me with one of these tiny fans!” she declared, rather joyous that she could finally have something to cool herself off without actually having to constantly use her powers. Seemingly a little out of nowhere, the witch’s eyes light up “If it would be of service, I might be able to provide you with the assistance of one of my loyal furniture!“ Any chance she had that she could impress with her powers? She’ll take it in a heartbeat.
She couldn’t help but blush a bit over the woman’s enthusiasm simply over her work. Perhaps this woman was from a land lacking technology?? Then there was the confusing offer of.. loyal furniture.
“…. What… Do you mean about ‘assistance of furniture’, madam? That’s… Confusing.”
As if the grin on her fce couldn’t get any broader, it did. Just the question she was hoping to hear! “Why, my furniture, you ask?“
With a simple gesture, her signature golden kiseru brings forth a swarm of golden butterflies. Multiplying from a small pipe seemed to defy all logic! Why, of course it did, it was magic after all! Soon, the golden lackeys converged into one, only to disappear a blink later. In their place stood a refined-looking male servant, lacking nothing to be instantly recognized as a butler.
“Pukukuku... Do you require my services, madam?“
The witch looks very pleased at the cordial appearance of the male “Here, my dear miss Paprika, is my most loyal furniture, Ronove! If you wish I will provide him for you to use as you wish for the duration of your project!“
“Black cats make me nervous but not for the reason you might assume...“
charmingsecretary:
It’s times like these where Susie is thankful she only as so many facial features to work with. Not that she’s judging the woman for staring, though she looks a bit different than she does in the portrait.
“I know what you’re thinking. There’s so many choices! I can’t possibly choose between all of these brands!”
“Between you and me, though — the best tea in town? It’s a humble little restaurant called Pandora Cafe…”
The witch let out an uncharacteristically high pitched shriek as her trance was broken by a sudden voice. Even she herself was surprised by this and quickly covered her mouth. But alas, the damage had already been done and upon realizing this, Beatrice’s cheeks slowly but surely flushed red in embarrassment.
“A-Ahem! Pardon my outburst there, miss...!“
Why, this was no way for a golden witch of her stature to act! The blonde quickly cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her elegant posture.
“H-Hmm...! A restaurant you say? I would hoipe they have a fine selection of black teas available...“
... And an accompanying ice cream would definitely not hurt either!
@ingoldentent
Perhaps this time... No, this time for sure! Certainly, she would do it and win! She would manage to surprise Battler..!!
Dressed in her flowy nightgown, the witch tiptoed towards her husband while grasping something firmly with her hands.
Surely enough, next her cheerful voice announcing a war broke out of the silent room.
“PILLOWFIIIIIGHT~!“
Balloon of the Endless Sorcerer
@goldenless
At last, it’s White Day. The special day where Battler can showcase his love for Beato shamelessly without people frowning on him. …Sure, he would do it any day of the year, frowning or not, but this is a special date anyway!
And he has just the perfect idea of what to gift his wife with.
Earlier today, after their morning cuddling session and a delicious breakfast together, Battler asked her to wait on the mansion’s balcony, as he would be back pretty soon. Obviously, she had no idea of what he was planning, but this being White Day, she was sure that it would be something wonderful.
And he sure didn’t disappoint.
A couple minutes later, people at Golden Ward would witness a cartoon heart shaped balloon flying in the air, which wouldn’t be that peculiar by itself, except for two reasons:
One, the balloon is made out of chocolate. Two, it has Beatrice’s face stamped on it. Putting those two facts together, plus the date, it should be pretty easy to guess who created this physics defying thing.
“Happy White Day, dear!” Battler shouts… while floating by the balloon’s side. Sorry, but as romantic as he is, there is no way that he’d actually ride the balloon. Phobias shout louder than magical sense.
UMINEKO (DAMEDAME!); I-II
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“Yea we kind of rich.” “Land ho! Finally off of this wild ride.” “[NAME], remember the plan.” “‘Sup bro.” “Time to make papa proud.” “Are your boobs magnets, because—” “Hope you’re ready for fish jokes.” “How the hell are you still alive even?” “Want to flounder about these boobs?” “Hey check out how smart I am.” “I hear a convenient hurricane is arriving soon.” “Did the hurricane turn the chuuni on?” “Make sure to tell people how nice I am, OK?” “I’m not sexy enough.” “Better make sure your boobs are real!” “Shut up, you. I’m trying to think about stuff.” “Giving me the silent treatment, huh.” “This painting speaks to me.” “I know what to do.” Leaves the room. “How could I ever trust you.” “Hotels on the moon won’t work.” “Hotels on the moon is the future!” “Who would even want to be in a hotel on the moon?” “Magic doesn’t exist.” “So, bro. If you accept the terms I’ll go easy on you.” “Give me some money.” “Listen, [NAME]. You need to stop this chuuni stuff.” “Shit, girl. Thanks.” “Seriously, that was spooky.” “Good thing you brought an umbrella.” “Chess is a super hard game.” “Always be suspicious of cow tits.” “I was busy practicing juggling.” “Look how surprised I am. It wasn’t me.” “I will now give a dramatic reading.” “Do you even roleplay, dude?” “Screw that. All men for themselves.” “Let’s find the killer. I promise it’s not me.” “This is totally unfair.” “I devised a super secret method called logic.” “This advanced level of thinking I created doesn’t need a petty thing like proof.” “Another headache.” “Just so you know I’m not getting any pleasure out of this.” “If anyone asks this never happened. We never spoke, OK?” “How should we decide? And not by coin flip, I know you rigged that.” “Hope you can tell how much I practiced this.” “This isn’t a request. Take the ring. I’m ordering you.” “Damn I’m cool.” “Guess who?” “Where were you? Suspicious.”
The witch looks insensely at the different blends of black tea on the shelf. Her concentration has now reached the levels where she is so absorbed into the tea realm that she has lost the need to keep up her ladylike demeanor and eventually ends up making rather hilarious faces.
Tea is serious business.
artificist:
goldenless:
artificist:
“I built it myself. Helps when it gets hot when salvaging.” She was a little red eared over the fact some enjoyed it. That meant back home, it could be useful! That’s what she wanted to do after all- improve the family company.
“I’d have to get a few extra parts to make a second one.”
The witch nods, though a little disappointed she’d only get to enjoy this handy little thingy for so long. Well, no can do, good things were worth the wait! “How long would it take for you to procure such materials? I would be willing to compensate you for your efforts, of course… Nothing is free in this world, after all.”
Yes, this person has proved themselves worthy to know her name! How pleasant~ “Oh, but where are my manners, I am Beatrice. It’s a pleasure to meet you.“
“Few hours to days, depending on where i get the parts from. Fibonacchi is a tangle with that mess sometimes, same with the ruins. Would also take some time to build it.” She shrugged. Her skill did still take time for building it as well.
Oh, a name. Right. Where were he manners that her parents taught her?
“Paprika Legiana. The feeling is mutual. Didn’t think people would enjoy my inventions.” Despite the fact in the city already had motorized fans which she very willingly ignored for her own sanity.
The witch lets a rather pleasant smile spread on her face “Ahh, miss Paprika then! I shall henceforth officially request your skills and provide me with one of these tiny fans!” she declared, rather joyous that she could finally have something to cool herself off without actually having to constantly use her powers. Seemingly a little out of nowhere, the witch’s eyes light up “If it would be of service, I might be able to provide you with the assistance of one of my loyal furniture!“ Any chance she had that she could impress with her powers? She’ll take it in a heartbeat.
@ingoldentent
Today was a very special day to love everywhere. In all it’s forms, love was on the center stage, and rightfully so. Though, of course, neither of them were the type to let a single day go by without a word or act of love, but today was special. This day was the one special day when she could harness the power of their magic and let her whole being be drowned into it. For days, she had studied and pondered, sewed, cried and suffered.... Just for Battler’s sake. Just so she could protect and be there with him, even during the times when they were apart.
Yes, she was making him a protective charm, an omamori. Surely Battler would appreciate the gesture as a Japanese man, right? As her husband, he would surely love it, right....?! Because she loved him oh, so much it would become magic and become perfect, RIGHT?!?!?
.... Unfortunately there was no denying it, the end result looked absolutely terrible. The poor witch had tried to learn embroidery, so she could embue the charm with her very powerful magic, but.... It would be a lie to say it was anything more than a poor attempt. Surely it was better than what her very first attempts were but it was a far, far cry from the impeccable image she had projected inside her mind. This charm was filled with haphazard and uneven stitches, undecipherable imagery and words as well as little threads sticking out here and there. This.... This wasn’t what it was supposed to beeeee....!!!
Certainly, Battler would have something wonderful planned for her, something so thoughtful it would make her just want to smother him with the full extent of her love... and she came up with this?!
Well... It was too late now. The day had come and she only had this. The proud blonde had no other choice but to present his perfect husband with this imperfection! Ah, how her pride wailed...
“B-Battler...“ a shy voice called out to the redhead. Her hands were shaking, her breathing fast and superficial, eyes averting his gaze... With that, she handed him her omamori and yelled “I... I’M SORRYYYYYY....!!“
Before Battler could even say anything, the witch buried her face to her hands... and disappeared into a swarm of golden butterflies.
“…All I’m gonna say in the subject of sparring dates is that you folks should be glad Beato and I don’t do it in the main Spirale frame.”
“Why yes~! While the concept seems truly entertaining, we must decline this graceous offer! There would not be much of an island left if we truly went all in, right dear~?“
@goldenless
“Wait…”
“You’re dating Mister Adell?!?! Does that mean…”
“THAT IT’S REALLY YOU, MISS ROZALIN!?!?!”
To her, this all made sense…
“W-Who...?!”
For a good while there, Beatrice could have sworn she had turned into a physical manifestation of a question mark. These names gave her no response from her head, none at all. This poor girl must have mistaken her for someone else, possibly someone who looked much alike.
But no, this won’t do! She had to set the record straight, no way she’d let this go on like this! They simply must know who she was!
In a usual flamboyant and pompous fashion, the witch assumed her pose with her head held high. Of course, her entire being was surrounded by beautifu and ethereal golden butterflies. No way she’d just let her trademark be forgotten like this!
“AHEM! No, my dear, I am Beatrice the golden witch! It would do you well to remember my grand name! And my husband’s name is Battler Ushiromiya!“
Yes, she will brag forever and to infinity that he is her husband.