#pw2

[offbranddragon]

"T posing Fika can't hurt you, T posing Fika isn't real"

T posing Fika:

[simp-pony]

Past. Present. Future Beginning

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This is my submission for Poppy Weekend, organized by @somewillwin. Also thank you for the sprite edit that I ended up using here. 

Based on the prompt: past, present, future. Honestly I was thinking of an alternate ending for both of them since we don’t get to see much of them in the canon ending. So this is a reimagining, inspired by their interactions in canon, and it’s more of a remix lol.

It’s far from perfect, I’m not good with words, but I had fun making this. Since this is a reimagining of the ending, I was thinking that it would be best presented in this format. 

So this a 19 minutes fanmade chapter. I would highly recommend to watch it directly on Youtube on your PHONE for better experience, HERE

I’m sorry if its kinda difficult to navigate and if the quality is bad. I had to compressed the video because I cant upload big files.

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Lastly, I want to thank @uhh-the-green-thing @somewillwin @jmojellybae (HAPPY BIRTHDAY) @stanzoeywade and of course everyone in this circus for the past year. I know some of us don’t even play the game (lol), but it’s been very fun being friends with you all. (I’m not going anywhere btw haha)

@you-dumb-simp  @ashleyfenner @made-me-deep-blue @narierei2709 @penda-bear @aevumace @somin-yin @minsinclair @rich-and-bitchy-is-my-type

This one is for you. Thank you.

[aiyexayen]

pridewrite day 2 let's gooooo

day 2: plaid/cuffed jeans, ft. jiang yanli/wen qing/wei ying

"Not to be a lesbian but oh my fucking god. Oh my god. Jesus fuck-ing Christ."

Wei Ying looks up from the frog he's been inspecting and turns to the other end of the pier where Jiang Yanli--his best friend in the entire world--sits with her phone gripped close to her face, her bare feet dangling in the water.

(The fact that he has no fewer than seven people he would call his best friend in the entire world does not make it less true. Anyway, he's known A-Li the longest, since they were little kids playing out on this same pier together with A-Cheng. Sometimes when they come out here the two-decade-old memories of the three of them racing to be the first to jump into the river, wearing even less than they are now, layer over reality to the point of distraction. Today is not, however, one of those days.

Today is a day for crouching by the shallows and peering under lotus leaves, sketching the frogs until something of clearly much gayer importance is brought to his attention.)

Just as Wei Ying looks up, so does Yanli, peeking over her phone to make sure he heard. Wei Ying will swear later she had actual hearts twinkling in her starstruck eyes.

Emphatically she adds, directly to Wei Ying, "Oh my god."

Grin flashing, Wei Ying stands up and pads over with a quick little hopping gait across the sun-heated boards, ignoring the creak of joints that let him know just how long he's been hunched in the same position. They'll get over it.

"Show me, show me!"

He drops down right up against Yanli and gratefully sticks his feet in the cool water, abandoning his sketchbook and flopping sideways into her so she can do just that.

Yanli giggles indulgently at his nonsense and leans her head over against his, holds up her phone.

It's a photo. And another one, as Yanli swipes a delicate thumb across. And a third, and a fourth, and they're, well, really fucking hot. Wei Ying inhales sharply.

All of them are of Wen Qing--his best friend in the entire world--set against some kind of empty parking garage. And she looks like a goddess. A goddess in plaid and cuffed jeans and blood-red eye shadow.

Not just any cuffed jeans, either, but fancy fashion jeans: almost obnoxiously wide-legged, briefly hugging her hips to hint at curves and then dropping straight down to make her look longer than she really is. The cuffs on the bottom are wide, too, only rescued from trailing on the ground by the spiky heels just peeking out from underneath. Oh, and they're notched open right next to the dangling red silk belt for a thigh window, under which Wei Ying can just see hints of her tattoo.

It probably wouldn't be nearly as bad without the black plaid shirt, four sizes too big, thrown on and hanging open over nothing more than a slash of red lace across her chest. The sleeves are, Wei Ying notes with despair, rolled up to the elbow, showing off forearms which he's always known were unfairly built. It's bad enough in the first shot of her lounging seductively against a concrete wall; the one where she's crossing her arms and staring down at the camera with her trademark quelling look--caught impeccably in high definition--is much, much worse.

"God in heaven," Wei Ying agrees, feeling his mouth go dry.

He knew, technically, that Wen Qing had started her modelling gig last week, taking advantage of her looks to see her through medical school, but he hadn't really thought about it, and definitely hadn't remembered the first set was dropping today.

"Right?" Yanli sounds vindicated. "Holy fucking shit, A-Ying--the one where she's sitting on the yellow beam? I have never before in my life been so envious of a chunk of steel."

Wei Ying laughs and agrees. "Maybe you should put on a raincoat and go knock on her door, ah?"

Yanli elbows him lightly and then they sit there together in the summer sun, bare arms and thighs sticking together, hunched over the little screen of her phone for an incredibly reasonable and normal amount of time, flipping back and forth between the images. Whether it's the fact that Wen Qing is so drop-dead gorgeous or just the novelty of seeing someone they actually know dolled up and posed like a real model, like she's art, Wei Ying isn't sure.

Eventually Yanli pulls back, sits upright, and breaks the silence with a long, soft sigh. "Wei Ying," she announces. "I might have to ask your girlfriend out on a date."

Wei Ying takes a slow breath, sitting up himself, and turns to give a solemn nod, looking up at Yanli with big eyes. "I understand, A-Li. I'm afraid...that I feel the same way about your girlfriend."

After another beat where they just manage to hold eye contact, they dissolve into giddy laughter and fall back together.

"We'll ask her together, ah?" Yanli says, setting her phone down and reaching out to flick a stray hair out of Wei Ying's face. "These turned out stunningly well; she deserves a celebratory dinner."

Wei Ying beams and catches her hand, swinging it like a kid. "In the meantime--"

He doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before Yanli tackles him into the river.

Spluttering and laughing, they surface and Wei Ying splashes her in retaliation. She beat him to the dunking by a full ten seconds at least!

"No fair!"

"That's for the terrible pun you were about to make about being hot and bothered," Yanli says smugly, and splashes him back.

In truth, Wei Ying can't even try to pretend he's offended; it was a terrible pun. He spends the rest of the afternoon making worse ones, though, just because he can.

He's pretty sure at least the frog appreciates them.

[peacewith2fingers]

[pridewrite]

Prompt: Plaid (#pw2)

Plaid. A staple for lumberjacks, and a frequent member of that stereotypical queer wardrobe we all know and love.

Prompt: Cuffed Jeans (#pw alt2)

Roll up your jeans, expose your ankles. A prompt for all you bisexuals out there.

[kosi-annec]

PRIDE PROMPT: Plaid and Cuffed Jeans

Haru had gotten used to the multimillionaire’s staring, with how he does it almost all the time whenever he’s unpreoccupied. It got to the point where he could differentiate Kambe’s gaze and someone else’s.

But the bastard has been eyeing him since he got in the car—hell, Kambe’s been eyeing him the moment he got out of his apartment.

Usually, Haru would just ignore it (he tries to at least), but he’d appreciate it if his partner would keep his focus on the road. The man’s driving skills are dangerous enough.

“Oi, would you quit staring.” His tone was sharp, annoyance very evident. Kambe could end up hurting someone if he keeps getting distracted, especially with how he drives like a madman.

 “I wasn’t,” Kambe replied, an obvious lie.

“You were literally eyeing me every 10 seconds since I got in.” Haru gave the other a flat look, now turning his head to fully face Kambe. He can’t exactly look at the multimillionaire eye-to-eye since he’s the one driving, so Haru settles with Kambe’s side profile (why is he hot in every angle??).

Instead of commenting on him being caught, Kambe accelerates the car’s speed. Haru has to brace himself from the sudden increase.

“Stop breaking the speed limit every time you don’t want to admit something!” He berated the bastard. Seriously, he’s going to vomit in one of his highly expensive cars someday. It’s a miracle he hasn’t yet.

“As I said earlier, I wasn’t staring,” Kambe said, “I was simply admiring how you were able to make yourself look somewhat presentable.” He kept his eyes on the road, not bothering to look back at the taupe-haired man beside him.

Haru had forgone his usual attire—it was too dirty at this point—and decided on wearing his flannel, completely unbuttoned. He wore a white hoodie underneath it as the weather was getting cold, and paired it up with jeans cuffed to his ankles.

He’s not sure if he should take Kambe’s comment as a compliment or an insult.

Before he could decide, the car jerks to a halt, signaling they’ve arrived at their destination. Kambe gets out of the car immediately once it stops, almost as if he’s trying to escape this whole situation.

Haru shakes that thought away. Now’s not the time for that, they’ve got a job to do. With that, he follows suit with his partner.

If he were to look closely, he’d notice the slight tint of pink on the tips of Kambe’s ears. But that could just be from the cold.

[allura-writes]

Pridewrite day 2 - Plaid and cuffed jeans

[makerofmoodboards]

An ocean inspired mlm moodboard!

Image id under cut!

Id: a square image containing 9 square images, arranged in a 3 by 3 pattern. The top left image is of two pieces of seaweed in the ocean. The seaweeds are green and they are against a greenish teal background. The top center image is of a snail with a white shell with light blue flecks. The snail is on a grey surface against an indistinct greyish background. The top right image is of a coral reef. There is a blurry school of fish in the top half against a vivid blue background, and a coral reef scene with an anemone and some coral in the bottom half. The center left image is the words "boys love boys" in light grey against a dark teal background. The center center image is the mlm flag. The center right image is a dory fish with a greenish fish in the background. There are some rocks along the bottom of the image. The bottom left image is of a navy blue curvy sea creature, with green stripes. The creature is in a brown and yellow habitat. The bottom center image is an aerial of a turbulent ocean. The predominant colors are white, turquoise, and light turquoise. The bottom right image is the words "under the sea" in a white, glowing, cursive font against a royal blue background.