#bodys2018

[ribghoul]

idk why but i always associate you w miku

valid! vocaloid has been a main interest of mine for like 10 years and i think as an artist i’m most known for my miku art. i draw a lot of miku. i’m drawing miku as we speak

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what’s my brand?

[the-ipre]

33 taako and lup !! (they never said they were all romantic)

“Hey, Taako,” Lup says, appearing out of nowhere to drop an arm around Taako’s shoulder with enough force to make him jump. 

He doesn’t take his eyes off of the pan where he is sauteing whatever onion-esque bulb this plane has to offer. It’s starting to release a purple smoke, but it also smells sort of like anise, so he’s gonna let whatever is happening happen for a little while longer. “No, I don’t know where Barold is.”

“Look, maybe I’m not here about that, huh? Maybe I just want to talk to my terrible brother!” Lup sniffs the air, gestures her head towards the pan with a look asking if Taako knows what’s going on.

Taako gives a shrug and barks a laugh. “Ooh, yeah, that’s what it was last five times. ‘Hey, terrible brother who I care so much about, have you seen our hot nerd coworker? No, sorry, I can’t stay and help you keep an eye on the oven, watching Barry’s cake is a full time job-’”

“I still stand by that.”

“Yeah, well, you can stand outside of my kitchen.” Taako gives the not-onions another stir before turning off the heat, the sounds of sizzling filling the air and making it easier to pretend that he doesn’t feel the way Lup’s arm stiffens where it rests across his shoulders.

“Your kitchen?” Lup pulls her arm back to knock a knuckle against his temple, a little harder than necessary but probably about as hard as he deserved. “Look, just close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“Uh, no thanks Lulu, last time I did that you put a frog in them. I still haven’t gotten the slime off.”

Lup snatches a piece of the not-onion out of the pan and pops it onto her mouth, and her face turns into a mask of instant regret. “Come on, hah, that was at least a month ago, have a little faith.” She blows out a breath. “Fuck, that was way too hot.”

“That’s more Merle’s thing. On both counts.”

“Taako.” He raises an eyebrow, crosses his arms. “Disgusting. Also, just trust me.”

Taako sighs, exaggerates his eye roll, but then holds out his hands anyway. “I’m moving off this ship if you give me another frog.” He narrows his eyes at her one last time to show he means business before closing them. 

“Yeah, that’s what you said last time.” There is a faint rustling sound, and Taako sticks his tongue out.

“Look, it’s not my fault that you have terrible taste in gifts.” Something solid, not slimy, and much heavier than he was expecting is placed in his hands and Taako cracks open an eye. “Case in point! You got me, the cool one in the family, a book! Sure this wasn’t for Creesh?”

“Bro, look. It’s a gift for you, because I care about you, and I know that I’ve been spending time with Barry but I figure it would be cool to try and make some of these recipes together.” Taako takes a closer look at the gift and, hey, looks like it is actually a cookbook. Wonder of wonders. Old and tattered with pages sticking out every which way, but that just makes it more lived in. “Of course, if you aren’t enough of a nerd, I’ll take it back-”

“Fuck you, no take backs!” Lup waggles her eyebrows as Taako pulls it close to his chest. It even smells like an old cookbook, stained with hundreds of recipes over the years. “Fine, yes, it’s a good gift, get off my back.”

Lup’s grin is contagious, but Taako’s developed an immunity over the past century. Can’t let her see how much he actually appreciates the gift, even though he knows she can see right through his eye roll. “So, there’s this recipe for something halfway between a quiche and a creme brulee, you in?”

“Lulu…” Taako pushes the pan with the not-onions to the back of the stove and drops the cookbook onto the counter with a heavy thud. “Grab the blowtorches.”

[nothingunrealistic]

ok here it is in ask form: WHAT is dear alana beck i must know 👀

oh i am SO glad you asked totally unprompted

consider the following. it’s the first day of senior year, and alana is Prepared for it to be a good year. she spent the summer on internships and community service (very productive!), just this morning she got a jump on a college scholarship application essay (prompt: write a letter to yourself ten years from now), and she knows exactly what she’s going to say to whoever she crosses paths with in the hall today, and hopefully, finally, she’ll come out of it with a real friend.

of course the first day doesn’t go so well. most people at school aren’t very interested in what she has to say. connor murphy is, at first — they know each other, a little, from school projects, and they get along okay — but their conversation quickly goes bad, and alana’s not sure why. by the end of the day, when she’s in the computer lab trying to finish that essay, she’s not feeling too optimistic about where she might be ten years from now. and it doesn’t help that connor, who walks in intending to apologize to her, ends up storming out and taking the essay with him, and doesn’t answer any of the desperate texts she sends him in the next three days. (of course she has his phone number — she had to contact him about group work somehow.)

what does happen, after those three days, is that alana is called to the principal’s office to meet with mr. and mrs. murphy. they show alana a letter addressed to her that connor had folded in his pocket, and the texts she’d sent him in the past week, and the texts and emails exchanged between the two of them over the past few years, and ask: did you know connor? were you friends? best friends?

all three of those questions have different answers, but what alana says is: yes, i did, yes, we were. best friends.

so over the next few weeks and months, alana finds herself: 

embedded deeper and deeper in the murphys’ household, where whatever she has to say about connor is something someone wants to hear, even as it veers away from the strict truth

growing closer to zoe murphy, who’s not a fan of her until alana makes it clear she sees zoe as someone other than just connor’s little sister

striving to get people to remember connor, and to remember him as her friend in particular

building tentative friendships with evan, who’s approached her to say how much it means to him that someone like connor is being remembered, and jared, who seems to know more about connor and alana — and care more about evan — than he lets on

abruptly, in the center of an online movement that grows beyond her own reach and beyond her control

increasingly at odds with her mother, and with the people who have recently become close to her

and struggling to figure out what the real truth is, and if she’s been lying even to herself.

[kachinnate]

1!!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

omissions, hands down >:’’D<3

end of the year fanfic asks

[slavichorror]

you give off very dignified vibes but that might just be bc u like hannibal... it always comes off as so sophisticated to me. ive never seen it. also not anon bc im a brave young man <3

DIGNIFIED‼️‼️‼️ i promise im the least dignified person irl im so clumsy and i rarely ever feel embarrassment or shame for like. doing stupid stuff by accident but thank you wtf 💕💕💕💕

anonymously tell me what kind of vibe i give off

[misdiagnosis]

can we do a throwback and get a fuckinuhhh mr joe businessman t2r? perhabs

gonna get his balls sliced off

[actthefool]

ohh also idk any kh characters but i guess? donald or mickey? those guys are in kh right

they are!

i have beef with the Mouse so. i’m gonna go with donald for this one

thank u for the ask :D i hope you’re having a nice night!!!

[nothingunrealistic]

your brand is underrated character appreciation for sure

oh absolutely. in fact teresa made a perfectly appropriate graphic for just this brand, i’m gonna add it here

i contain multitudes but only a couple of them

(tell me what my Thing / my Brand™ on tumblr.com is)