Cosmic Funnies
RMH
Xuebing Du
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Origami Around
shark vs the universe
Mike Driver
Love Begins
Keni
🪼
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almost home
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if i look back, i am lost
KIROKAZE
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@oleander-cup
ky or bug // 19 // any pronouns // rb acc : @waxtulips // artist acc: @oleandersketch
🍑 rules
🎧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
💌 love letter (selfships)
💫 requests open, only for prompt list
🍓 writing goals (easy link for myself)
blind date with a fic
farmer's choice (hq) not yet ripe (hq) blue ribbon (hq)
comfort (wbk) hot off the stove (ikesen) in season (bllk)
in this house we respect the “we shouldn’t be doing this” to dry humping to wet messy pussyjob to “fuck it” creampies pipeline.
i am so unbelievably over the moon with how this turned out!! one william and one thank yous to HIRUKI on vgen!!!
how it feels when the thing i like is something i really like and thats because i really like it and it makes me happy to like it
when i get scheduled AGAIN on days I requested off literal months ago
there is something erotic about watching someone be extraordinarily competent at something especially if they're also really passionate about it
PROOF OF US - osamu miya
“you just happened to buy the building next to my bar? and i’m supposed to believe it’s just a coincidence?”
synopsis: after years of not seeing your ex-fiancé, he shows up at your bar, revealing that he’s bought the building next door to finally own his own restaurant.
pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader - type: smau / written - tropes: exes to lovers, business owners, second chances - warnings: alcohol use, cussing, crude jokes, references to sex
profiles: bar hoppers + moochers
chapters:
1 - enemy at the front gates 2 - someone’s unlucky 3 - namesake 4 - an eye for an eye 5 - mistake after mistake 6 - unlocked door
"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends of the Earth for you To make you feel my love" - Make you Feel my Love by Bob Dylan
Abandoned tree house mansion in Florida by Drew Perlmutter
periwinkle twerp.
sorry to all my friends who have been used as notebooks for essentially selfship fanfiction 😔
nobunaga and a kunoichi
you both are aware that the other knows. you're aware of the small challenges he places for you to see if you'll show your hand and he delights in the choices you make. "sorry my lord, i have reason to believe that dish is poisoned." you watch as he tilts his head back with a smile and stretches his arm out in front of him. his eyes watching carefully (a glint in them you aren't able to discern), you take the tray of food and leave the room.
hideyoshi has no proof. he knows there is something off about you, knows the details you tell them are never quite enough to link you back anywhere but just enough for them to see the threads you've carefully left out. he trusts nobunaga's decisions and thus keeps quiet as you grow ever closer to his lord. you've saved his life on more occasions than he can count but your reflexes feel too fast for a mere maid.
he's not sure who you're reporting to-- he has more enemies than he can count narrowing down who sent you would be a difficult task-- he has the resources to find out if he wanted. nobunaga instead finds himself enjoying the game of cat and mouse you play. he allows you close to him and perhaps it is foolishness on his part when he allows you to his bed chambers. perhaps it is foolishness to share in a drink with you or offer a piece of candy with a small *shh* and a promise of a secret.
you might as well be just as foolish. you allow yourself to sleep in his company, not saying a word when calloused hands brush hair from your face or smooth a wrinkle in your brow as you sleep. you have a job to do, one you've been waiting for. primed for. and yet, one night you get close enough.
the dagger in your hand millimeters away from the skin of his throat. it would be swift, over and he wouldn't even know. it would be kind to get it over with so quickly and still you hesitate. you carefully wrap the dagger and stash it amongst your things as you cover yourself in the blanket of your futon and try to forget how close you were to being done.
"why didn't you do it?" you both know what you're referring to when you have breakfast together the next day. it is the first time he has ever outwardly shown you he is aware. he doesn't seem angry, only a curious gleam filling his eyes.
"I couldn't my lord." an admission far greater than the words alone can convey. you sip from your cup and look at him over the rim. there's a pleased look in his eyes that makes you want to roll your own and a hint of red on his cheeks you decide is a trick of the light. it would be better, safer, for both of you if it was.
"you manage to always surprise me. I wonder how you will do so next."
"who can say my lord, the trip is only a few days."
we blame @cottonlemonade for these thoughts
a kunoichi is a female ninja
dropping EVERYTHING so you all can see the BEAUTY that @fittsysart drew for me!!! 🥹💕 i've been staring at it for AGES, i think it's so so beautifully done! thank you Fittsy! both for this jaw-dropping art and for being such a sweet friend to me~
nobunaga and a kunoichi
you both are aware that the other knows. you're aware of the small challenges he places for you to see if you'll show your hand and he delights in the choices you make. "sorry my lord, i have reason to believe that dish is poisoned." you watch as he tilts his head back with a smile and stretches his arm out in front of him. his eyes watching carefully (a glint in them you aren't able to discern), you take the tray of food and leave the room.
hideyoshi has no proof. he knows there is something off about you, knows the details you tell them are never quite enough to link you back anywhere but just enough for them to see the threads you've carefully left out. he trusts nobunaga's decisions and thus keeps quiet as you grow ever closer to his lord. you've saved his life on more occasions than he can count but your reflexes feel too fast for a mere maid.
he's not sure who you're reporting to-- he has more enemies than he can count narrowing down who sent you would be a difficult task-- he has the resources to find out if he wanted. nobunaga instead finds himself enjoying the game of cat and mouse you play. he allows you close to him and perhaps it is foolishness on his part when he allows you to his bed chambers. perhaps it is foolishness to share in a drink with you or offer a piece of candy with a small *shh* and a promise of a secret.
you might as well be just as foolish. you allow yourself to sleep in his company, not saying a word when calloused hands brush hair from your face or smooth a wrinkle in your brow as you sleep. you have a job to do, one you've been waiting for. primed for. and yet, one night you get close enough.
the dagger in your hand millimeters away from the skin of his throat. it would be swift, over and he wouldn't even know. it would be kind to get it over with so quickly and still you hesitate. you carefully wrap the dagger and stash it amongst your things as you cover yourself in the blanket of your futon and try to forget how close you were to being done.
"why didn't you do it?" you both know what you're referring to when you have breakfast together the next day. it is the first time he has ever outwardly shown you he is aware. he doesn't seem angry, only a curious gleam filling his eyes.
"I couldn't my lord." an admission far greater than the words alone can convey. you sip from your cup and look at him over the rim. there's a pleased look in his eyes that makes you want to roll your own and a hint of red on his cheeks you decide is a trick of the light. it would be better, safer, for both of you if it was.
"you manage to always surprise me. I wonder how you will do so next."
"who can say my lord, the trip is only a few days."
we blame @cottonlemonade for these thoughts
a kunoichi is a female ninja
being separated from your lover and them coming back changed, unworthy of your love, stained by blood they can't distinguish between enemies or friends. they expect harsh words, expect to be kicked from your bed chambers to never know the feeling of your skin against theirs again. that's what they deserve. they have cheated and clawed their way back home-- back to you and yet it feels wrong. they feel wrong.
your hands cradle their face softly as you wipe the blood from their cheek before pressing your lips to the space. there's no yelling, no anger, only quiet welcoming. a soft "i've missed you." slipping from your lips as your lover all but collapses into your arms. the weight pushing you back for a moment before you steady yourself again. their arms wrap around you and they hold you tight. finally they're home once more, finally they're with you and they don't intend to be separated ever again
