#well technically it's

[textsfromthetva]

The Onion + Loki (53/?)

[cosmicwqll]

ANOTHER CALL, ANOTHER CUP.

ANOTHER SECOND WITHOUT A SIP,

GOD, IT MAKES ME GO SICK.

YOU BETTER MAKE THIS QUICK!

[kurokonobrainrot]

Do you want to see some blurry sneak peeks for April ship days ?

Well too late i already showed you.

Yes we're already April 1 and i didn't finish any of them, only started 3 out of 12 and probably won't have any free time today to progress on any of them. I'm not going to lie, I'm starting to think I won't make it

[rosesfromtheabyss]

I really like catching the way he looks at her ;-;

[patchworkcogency]

got the urge to see how vocaloid stuff works a couple days ago but didn't want to share what i did until thursday because that'd be against the rules

Visit Original Link

[goldiedraws]

This is the girlfriend of Marie Gatita, whose ref sheet I posted earlier.

They met while Marie was in her panther form (the brown-ish one cuddling) and have never had a real conversation, but they love each other and make it work anyway.

[an-unhealthy-dosage-of-makoto]

[littleladymab]

OKAY FAM this is the last piece that I had outlined/figured out for ‘no spooky archives’ au so if you want more, you’re gonna have to give me prompts

please enjoy Gerry and Martin’s “wonderful first date” as referenced in ‘because you feel like home’ ;) 

++++ 

As the gloom outside deepens, so does the gloom on Martin's face. He sits awkwardly on the edge of Gerry's couch and checks his phone every other minute — holding out to the same hope that Gerry does: That Jon will text saying he's free. 

"I'm sorry," Martin says after another check at his phone. "This isn't turning out how I planned." 

"At least it isn't raining yet?" Gerry offers, but he knows that it's only a matter of time. 

"We should just... I'm intruding. We'll reschedule. When Jon's free." He starts to get to his feet, stooping down to grasp the strap of his backpack that has the supplies for the lunch stored within, but Gerry catches onto his hand. 

"No," he says quickly — perhaps too quickly, if Martin's look of confusion is any indication. "I mean... we're friends, right?" 

Martin doesn't respond right away, a thoughtful look on his face, and Gerry gets a horrifying moment to wonder if he misread their last few months together. "Well, yes," Martin finally says, like it's obvious, like he didn't just send Gerry into a panic. "I hope so." 

Alright, so, not totally wrong, though the silence had felt incredibly uncertain. "Then we can have a date. A friend date. A 'we-date-the-same-guy' date. No, wait, that sounded weird." 

Thankfully, the gloom in Martin's expression eases a bit as he laughs. "You wouldn't mind?" he asks, and there's something in the tone of his voice that is so hopeful that Gerry aches. 

"Martin Blackwood, I would be absolutely honored if you would have a picnic lunch with me. I believe I owe you lots of embarrassing Jon stories." He waves a hand at his small, cluttered living room. "We got the place to ourselves and it's going to rain the moment you try to leave, so you might as well stay." 

"Alright." Martin's cheeks go a dusty pink that is extremely endearing. "Then you don't mind if I use your kitchen?" 

"Have at it. Let me know if you need help finding anything. Shall I set the table?" Gerry pats the coffee table and lifts a teasing eyebrow in question. 

Martin attempts to suppress a grin, but doesn't do a very good job at it. "That would be lovely." 

"We'll make Jon so jealous." Gerry begins to clear the clutter off of the coffee table, moving the school work and video game controllers into a different pile to be dealt with later. 

Sure enough, as Gerry drapes the picnic blanket over the table and sets pillows from the couch down onto the floor for sitting, the rain begins outside in earnest. 

"Now aren't you glad you didn't leave?" Gerry asks, flicking through his phone to find a suitable video to cast on the TV. The screen clicks on, and a tranquil image of a forest with 'nature sounds' replaces the sound of the rain. 

Martin glances over his shoulder, eyebrows lifting as he notices the video. "Trying to set the picnic mood?"

"I can set a different one if you'd prefer — I think we have candles around here somewhere." 

"No, this is perfect." Martin carries over the paper plates ladened with sarnies, pasties, and fruit with the skill of someone who has worked many years in the food service industry. He arranges them onto the coffee table with ease, then straightens up to survey his work with a pleased little smile. 

Gerry puts his hands on Martin's shoulders and guides him over to the designated cushion. "Alright, let me get the rest." 

"The dessert can wait—" 

"Nonsense, dessert will be served at the same time because we are grown-ass men and can eat cake at the same time as a pastie." Gerry gives Martin a wink. "Stay seated and I'll be there in a moment. Maybe text Jon to show him what he's missing." 

Gerry finishes prepping the dessert display -- most of the work already done by Martin the night before. The strawberries are already washed and cut, and the cream and cakes are already made. There is very little for him to actually do. So he pulls down two pint glasses and the bottle of cider, then turns to head back to the sitting room. 

Martin is leaning over the back of the couch, and a guilty expression flashes across his face as his eyes meet Gerry's. 

"Not thinking about coming and helping, I hope," Gerry teases. 

"Uh, no. I was uh... I took a picture." Still embarrassed, Martin holds out his phone to show Gerry the chat with Jon, and the photo in question. 

It's just a picture of him from behind as he reaches for the glasses, the pale light filtering in from the kitchen giving him a faint back-lit glow. 

Beneath it, there's a bubble indicating that Jon's typing, and Gerry wonders if he should be reading the private messages between the two of them because it's not in the group chat when the response pops up. 

I love you Martin, but I am going to have to turn my phone off if you keep sending me messages.

Gerry snorts as he deposits the dessert and cider onto the table. "Has anyone ever told our Jon that he's a romantic?" 

"He's absolute poetry," Martin agrees with a wistful sigh. 

"One more before he ignores us." Gerry squats down next to Martin, pulling out his own phone for a selfie. "Then everything else will just flood his notifications when he turns his phone back on." 

Martin's smile is fond as he meets Gerry's eyes on the screen. "He's going to be so annoyed," he says after the photo is taken.  

"Worth it, for letting himself get called into work on a Saturday." Gerry sends the picture in their group chat, accompanied by an emoji winking with a heart. "I am going to send him so many pictures right now." 

Martin pours them both a glass of cider and holds one out to Gerry. "To rainy day picnic dates," he says. 

"Cheers," Gerry chimes, delighted and oddly giddy, and taps his glass to Martin's.