If I was Ladybug, I'd totally tell you, because I tell my best friend everything.

Alya and Marinette for @opakitty!

@the--variant liked for a starter

Rowan often went to the small park, the east end where there were a cluster of tall trees, to sit when they took hallucinogenic. They'd taken a few tabs before they got there, and had a blunt in their fanny pack along with a lighter. They didn't expect to see anyone else here as the sun was just finishing going down.

They'd just needed an escape from reality, as they often did, because reality was, well, reality. And it kinda sucked. So, they were taking a nice little trip and staring up and the stars peaking from behind the dark, shadowy foliage. Until they heard footsteps and jerked up to sit up, a jolt of paranoia touching their heart.

Location: Some Coffee Shop in NYC Status: Closed ( @explosiives )

Asa debates texting her, because surely 48 minutes is a bit long to wait for someone to arrive for coffee? But at the same time, he's having a fine time just sitting alone, a cold brew being politely sipped on, a small moleskine sketchbook spread out on the table with old felt-tipped markers and some black-ink pens. A few highlighters he had found in the back of his old bag. He likes experimenting with whatever materials he can find, but it's been a while since he's gotten to. So, while he has been checking the time on his phone, he's at least got something to do.

Until Cam comes waltzing in almost 55 minutes late and he sees her not even noticing him. Odd. "Cam, darling, over here." He calls, actually getting the confidence to speak at a louder decibel level than usual so she can hear him. "Forget something? Or someone, rather?" He's smiling slightly. Can't even bear to be too annoyed, since it's been a while since he's seen her.

@flammabledame sent: “ you’re so much different when we’re alone. ” ( ‘ late nights ’ )

kit looks to beatrice as she pours them each a cup of tea, sitting down opposite the other woman. they say you have more than one self, public and private, but the claim still surprises her. “am i? how so?”

ANGER DIDNT EVEN SCRATCH THE SURFACE of what she was at that very moment. to simplify it down to something so trivial didnt do the feeling justice. she has loved the trickster since the moment they met. she didnt know it at the time, but she did. he was everything she wasnt. he had reminded her what it was like to smile, to let herself breathe. she knew the stories of loki from whispers and books, but none of it did him justice. all those years ago she remembered feeling this way and it made her chest tight, fighting to breathe,

on the outside of her racing mind, sigyn kept some distance between them. it took everything in her not to run into his arms, kiss him and tell him how much she missed him. how much she mourned him. back then, he had left her with a lie. this time he hadnt even bothered to do that. no, she had to hear it from thor. she had just stared at the man, waiting for the teasing, waiting for the rest—there had to be more. but there wasnt. her husband was dead and she wasnt. she was alone and she never even wanted to be a goddess.

she just wanted him.

her anger rose to surface with flushed cheeks and a glassy sheen of soon to be shed tears, her brow furrowed. but he wasnt dead. not really. he just let her believe he was for months. " you let me think you were dead, " she said, keeping his gaze, fingers balled into fists at her side. " you left me here. do you know how many days i spent crying for you? how many nights i lied awake waiting for you? "

@laevisiloki gets a dramatic ass starter !

day 5

presto! its them <33

finished watching brba today

woke up feeling so well breasted i just know its a boob morning

for @namchyoon​ 💙

day 10 of sketch mondays w @revalito! didnt have time to do a dedicated drawing for today so have a wip thats still in the sketch stage x(

/let me go/

I MISS MY FRIENDSSS AAAAAAAA

it is quite a special mood board monday. since i have run out of mood boards to make, i decided to make one for the first few chapters of carrick bend by @pain-somnia aka my favorite odesta fic rn. tbh kinda nervous for this one since i couldn’t go off vibes alone but i guess i’m officially starting a chain of odesta fic recs now. here is the first one

doodle requests lmao

post workout arms update 💪💪💪💪

closed starter for @444fm!

ㅤㅤtonight is like any other. or at least it seems like any other. another night, another murder scene, another calling card, and another weight on her shoulders. the street is dimly lit by the flashing blue lights of her car and her torch, the only lamp post in sight being smashed and out of use, casting her in a general, eerie darkness filled with shadows and small movements. yellow numbered plaques litter the scene, signifying the location from which each piece of bagged and tagged evidence had been retrieved.

ㅤㅤit's quiet and cold, cold enough now that she could see her breath as she knelt by the corpse, latex covered fingers extending to pluck the piece of card that had been stuffed into the open and fresh wound — sliding it into a plastic baggie to deal with later. for the first time in her two years on the job, she's overcome with a strange sense of panic as a jolt courses down her spine, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up as she moved away from the crime scene and towards her car, peeling the gloves off as she did. " it's nothing, maritza... " she mutters to herself in a weak bid to calm her nerves, cold fingers fighting to unlock her phone screen as she huddles in front of the open trunk — hitting the sms button next to ashton's name.

[ sms from — martiza to ashton: is that you? are you following me again? it's not romantic to scare a girl, you know. ]