#tah-dah

[modwyr]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After a job, Johnny always feels real wound up, like all the pent up energy he keeps in control for the con begs for release. The time spent with Henry hasn't changed that.

let's let the sting (1973) yaoi do the talking

[written-in-the-stars135]

I never posted my character design for Katya!!! So here it is, just way after I did it lol

[thebestworstidea]

oh goody now I have double new-sketchbook paralysis.

I was about to start one and was like 'yes but this is the good multimedia paper, are you really just going to do development sketches?'

and I was like 'hmmn, maybe I could try a double book system, where I have one for sketches and one for finished peices?'

and I found a smaller sketchbook with jus sketching paper, and now I'm sitting here not starting either of them.

[gowyuko]

An uncertain fate.

late night @ one of gowyu’s headquarters hearts’ territory; january 14th 2021 @achelois50168

Gowyu was relaxing on the couch, a table in between him and the man on the other couch utilizing the surface of the wooden table to align the gold amassed during the night. The man was a teller of sorts, or rather, he worked with Gowyu in procuring him in the quickest way possible with an adequate conversion of all the coins the lowlives who came to gamble had with them. He hadn’t been an easy find, neither had he been an easy fish to hook and capture, but he’d been worth it so far. Which didn’t mean that once Gowyu could find even better, he wouldn’t dispose of him properly. 

Everything was disposable, and could be upgraded. If he let himself grow attached to the point of thinking what he had, and the people who worked for him now, were going to be with him for the rest of his growth, he’d be losing. Loyalty only sounded sweet when the ones under your thumbs didn’t have anything to bring you down, but it didn’t mean they weren’t looking. Gowyu knew for a fact that given the chance, none of these men he had right now would stick around for longer than they had to. That was why he’d never be bothered about making sure they didn’t. 

They were all eventually going to die before him, anyways. He held the ever diminishing length of the cigar up at the ceiling, puffing out a bout of smoke when the door burst open with frantic footsteps entering. The men he currently had guarding him were quick to intercept whoever had come in and Gowyu turned to see a hunched figure, bent over by the arms that were locked in by the strength of his men. 

“Please, I need to speak to you, you have to help us!” The voice that came to his ears was alarmed, sounded rough, but more importantly--it was deliciously desperate. 

Now tonight had been uneventful and he’d planned on it being that way, but Gowyu was going to give into this bliss, because he knew the face of that man. A man who had been tenacious in not giving over the ownership of a certain shop that Gowyu had his eyes on. He knew the face with more determination, and less of that pathetic look on his face now. It made Gowyu sit up and crush the butt of his cigarette, his interest was slightly piqued. It had to stay that way, otherwise, the land would be his by blood, and the only one who would be to blame would be this damned fool. 

With a sign of his head and his hands, he motioned for his men to let go of the poor unfortunate one. Once Gowyu did so, he crawled closer, his hands together as if he was praying to one of his gods. That was futile, mercy did not exist in these quarters. But Gowyu would entertain it, for as long as he deemed necessary. A few words in and the idea became blatantly clear. The man knelt in his room was asking for his child to be saved. Of all useless things to tend to on such a perfect day. 

But the sweet mantra of I’ll do anything, please sir, help us, he’s dying and my friend has had only praises for what you’ve done for them when their kin were riddled with diseases. Anything, I’ll do anything, anything. 

Anything was quite the magic word.

So, that was how Gowyu ended up sending for a messenger to fetch that lovely good for something healer down on Clubs’ territory while the child was presented to him, and oh, did Gowyu enjoy the sight of the suffering little body laid down on a set of clothes that were immediately soaked in blood and sweat the moment the child’s body touched it. Not because the child was suffering, although that played a part in it, but because this was bad. This was so bad, that he wasn’t even sure he knew what the man expected. A miracle maybe? 

Well, whatever his expectations were, Gowyu had the desolate man signing a piece of paper with some conditions while they waited for the healer. Business before anything. Then he crouched by the side of the dying child with the man knelt and holding onto the hand of the sick, Gowyu made sure to not turn his nose up at the sight of the child, but it was hard not to. Because the poor thing also had a stench with him, as if he was rotting from within. That’d take days to scrub off his floor, he’d make sure the dad was put in charge of that task.

But first to fake a bit of kindness to appease the man, less bite in his words and more softness, just the way his mother loved hearing him talk. “Do not fret, I’ve only called upon the best of healers in the city, and he’ll make sure your child recuperates in no time.”

That was not his promise to make, but he did it anyways exactly because it was not. Also because it made the man holding onto his sick child look at Gowyu like a benevolent man that held all the hope of a life not ending in his hand, just the effect he’d desired to have. Gowyu rose from his position to go light another cigarette with the satisfaction that a done deal always left him reeling with. 

The night would grow to be a fascinating one; if the child were to die. 

[scamandir]

                                                               *Seduces with dance*

S H I P P I N G     C A L L  !!!

Honestly, I am oblivious when it comes to people shipping their muse with mine ( not dissimilar to Newt ) -- I need to be smacked over the head with a neon sign, this is just easier. So yeah, mutuals feel free to like this post if you are interested in shipping with Newt. This is by no means some sort of guarantee but it will at least let me know you are interested so I don’t automatically have Newt crushing too hard after Tina (Though Tina’s feel free to like it as well because I don’t want to assume too much on my own). I am generally open to the idea of most pairings but really it comes down to Newt deciding and I will never change his character to make a ship easier to happen. I’d prefer only mutuals I have a thread going with like this but don’t be shy if we aren’t yet ( come poke me to fix that ). 

[bestabsoluteshitposts]

[moonshinemagpie]

A passable I-have-nearly-no-spoons-but-I-do-not-want-to-starve meal is pasta mixed with baked beans. It's flavorful, it's got protein, it's got carbs, it's decently calorie-dense, and it takes one pot and maximum 15 mins, only like 2 of which you're actively doing something.

Very obvious, but just in case:

boil pasta. drain.

open baked beans. pour into pot. add pasta back to pot and stir. done when hot.

[kathysomething]

La fine di qualcosa di agrodolce

How do you tell someone that the reason you're sad is because you love them? The “what ifs” are consuming sometimes. Like what if I never forget you? What if, all my life, when I meet someone new I can never fall for them because they aren't you?

Heartbreak, it’s this heavy feeling that sinks in when you suddenly understand that you've fallen head over heels in love with someone you can't really be with. It's like a mix of emotions that hits you like a wave. Imagine your heart feeling this intense affection, but then you also understand that circumstances, maybe distance or other commitments, stand in the way. It's like wanting something so badly, yet seeing that it's just not meant to happen. It's a kind of heartache that's hard to put into words - a combination of yearning, sadness and a longing for something that might never be. You find yourself caught between the desire to be with them and the knowledge that it's just not possible. The idea of loving someone so deeply and not being able to fully experience it can be really tough. It's like holding onto a dream that feels just out of reach. You might catch yourself imagining scenarios where things could have been different, wondering how life took this turn. It's like having a beautiful story written in your heart, but the pages will never be fully read. You might wish that things were different, that circumstances would align in your favor. But sometimes, life has its own plans, and it's a hard pill to swallow. Yet, in the midst of this sadness, there's a sort of beauty in the depth of your feelings. It's a reminder of your capacity to love with all your heart, even when it hurts. It's a reminder that emotions can be messy and complicated and maybe, just maybe, that's what makes us human - our ability to love, even in the face of heartache. 

Love isn't just about the beautiful moments - the roses, the sweet kisses, and the laughter that fills the air. It's not always those cozy late-night talks that leave you smiling. Love isn't always a picture-perfect movie scene; sometimes, it's a heart-wrenching drama that leaves you shattered. Sometimes, love feels like watching your heart shatter into pieces. There are moments when love feels like tears and heartache. It's those moments when you're on the edge of falling apart, when tears flow freely and you're desperately wishing they'd stay. It's clinging to the hope that they won't walk away, that they won't let you drown in the emptiness that's left behind. And then there are those nights, the ones where the world is still and the clock strikes three in the morning. The tears come, and with them, questions that haunt your mind. You wonder why you weren't enough, what someone else had that you lacked. It's an ache that feels like a weight in your chest. Love isn't always a grand love story; sometimes, it's a painful tragedy. It's like watching a storm brew, feeling the thunder and lightning in your heart. It's yearning for someone who's no longer yours, yet desperately needing their presence. You see, love isn't just about happiness; sometimes, it's about agony. It's about learning that love has a darker side, one that can shatter you into fragments. It's like learning that not all endings are happy, not all stories are fairy tales. Love isn't always romantic; sometimes, it's a storm that sweeps through your life, leaving devastation in its wake.

Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake. Loving someone so hard and getting so badly hurt in the process, but other times I know that I would never have known what love was if I didn't. There is beauty in loving someone even if they don't love you back the same way and for that I regret nothing. Someone once said to me if you want something very badly set it free, if it comes back to you it's yours forever, if it doesn't it was never yours to begin with - I really wish you would have came back.  

Leaving is easy; you just walk away and never look back. It is what comes after that they don't tell you about. I pray that you all receive a love so soft and so safe. And when it comes, may your heart recognize that the peace you feel is the answers you've been looking for. 

12/04/2023