Clau

Heave a pawl, oh, heave away Weigh, hey, roll and go! Humming a song he had learned from the most seasoned sailors back when the journey had seemed peaceful, Atsushi entered the cave, as if announcing his presence that way. And, in the case Akutagawa had arrived already too, it would indeed signal he was indeed on the way. Plus, he couldn’t resist humming either. He was happy. “I hope you can be actually stealthy when you want and put your mind to it, or there will be instances in which your survival will be severely compromised.” Speaking of Akutagawa, that was how he greeted him. “I’m glad to see you again too.” Atsushi replied, sitting by the edge of the water and taking his shoes off; they were going to get soaked otherwise. “Good thing you are no hunter or warrior.” Akutagawa added, insisting. “Well,” Atsushi shrugged. “I don’t even know what I’m gonna be, honestly.” So far, he had managed landing a few smaller jobs to keep himself fed and get a change of clothes as well as the gift he was bringing his new friend and hopefully something more. But there was no set path either.

“Hopefully, not a sailor in a boat that kidnaps a merfolk again.” Akutagawa replied, frowning just so slightly. “I would not spare you again then.” “Worry not, I won’t.” Especially since he didn’t need to sail the seas to see the other again, and they could keep meeting exactly as they were doing right then; one adventure like that one had been more than enough, at least for the time being. Not to mention how he had gotten involved in such a thing by virtue of having been roped into it instead of having an actual choice in the matter. Now he could pick, and of course Atsushi would pick not to mess with merfolk, even more so when one had caught his eye. “Good.” Was Akutagawa’s only response, accompanied by a subtle smile which made Atsushi’s heart skip a beat.

aka mermaid au snippet that'll come back one day
#bsd #sskk

www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZCm...

android angel frankenjoly Summary: ‘I think you’re cute, my name is Angel and I work at the computer store.’ gaigel au based on the song android ashley.

gaigel au based on the song android ashley.
#borderlands #gaigel

archiveofourown.org/works/77628331

trying these even if going at the same (chill) pace as the pride ones sooo you know how it goes
www.tumblr.com/miladydewint...

Forty years ago, HIV was a death sentence. Last week, a 60-year-old German man became the 7th person to be cured of HIV after a stem cell transplant.
This moment is brought to you by a world that chose to prioritize, invest in, and value science.

Ante un nueva oleada de “hasta qué edad puedo tener intereses/hobbies/disfrutar de lo que me gusta” vengo a recordar que no hay edad para eso y que solo tenemos una vida y no merece la pena que la pasemos siendo personas grises y miserables solo por intentar encajar y contentar a otros

Merry Sinsmas!! #huskerdust #hazbinhotel #angeldust #husk #cherrybomb

joder... espero que pase pronto

Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Even after the door closed, Elphaba couldn’t take her eyes or hands off it. Because Glinda was at the other side of it, and whenever she finally let go, it would be forever-- the fact the choice was made and set didn’t make things easier. No when the moment was there. Telling Glinda all the details briefly crossed her mind, before doubling down on how it would be better not: no one could pry from Glinda what she didn’t know, and thus she would be safer that way. That, again, didn’t offer any consolation; the plan being objectively the best as it had already gotten conceived was still heartbreaking. ‘I’m sorry.’ Elphaba thought for what might as well be the millionth time, even if she didn’t say it out loud. ‘Goodbye.’ If only there was a way to have it all… But it didn’t seem to be, because if the Wizard had been right about one thing, it was how people needed a common enemy to find unity. Therefore, a common enemy would she have to be in their eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Elphaba brought a hand to her lips and touched the wooden door again, as a last farewell. Then, she got up and walked towards the trapdoor under which the little girl from another world still was. Once she opened it and freed her, the show would begin, and she needed to play her role well. ‘I love you, Glinda.’ Constituted her last trail of thought before it all. ‘As a friend, and as a lover.’ A lover that never was, but a lover nonetheless.

gelphie + bleed it out (lauren babic & halocene's cover)
#wicked #gelphie

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ls_l...

On the highway to freedom We gonna drive through hell Marcille had never been the biggest fan of field work; she was way happier doing her research in peace, please and thank you. But, between taking up dungeon adventures in order to actually know what she wanted to work with, and what had happened to Falin… some things had changed. It wasn’t like she had developed a liking for the great outdoors-- could it really be considered outdoors in the first place, given how (and again), that was a dungeon and therefore not out? Anyway, it didn’t matter either, for the point still was how Marcille didn’t exactly like it out of a sudden and same happened with all the details such a thing entailed like having to eat monsters or being at risk of getting attacked at the most unexpected times. Or having to wait for proper baths. Or the sound other party members made while sleeping. Or-- a lot of things, actually.

Sure, getting used to it had made it somewhat tolerable on the best days, but still unmanageable on the worst. And the only two things keeping her focused, preventing her from dropping out, were simple: first, there was Falin, and second, her research plans. Actually, no: Falin was the first, but not being able to abandon Laios, Chilchuk, Senshi and now Izutsumi was irremediably entwined with it and equally as important; Marcille had become the group’s main healer from the point they lost Falin and would still be up until she was back with them for real and as herself. So she couldn’t simply leave them behind. She couldn’t, and so she wouldn’t. Even if that meant facing all the inconveniences and danger in the world.

farcille + pesticide (jonathan young)
#dunmeshi #farcille

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztfx...

“I’ve got something for you, Mushimushi.” Nikolai told him straight away upon walking through the door, holding a colorful bag which gave zero clues about what was inside. Not like him wanting to keep it a surprise was (funnily enough) a surprise in itself; his friend might as well live and breathe to get reactions out of people and relish in them once achieved. “And what is it?” Mushitarô swiftly replied, following along with what surely would be a bit of a charade. “Oh, but where’s the fun in telling you?” And there it was. “Besides, you’re going to see it soon enough, right? Unless you’re planning on not opening it up until I’m gone, of course.” He then added, handing him the bag. “But you wouldn’t do that to me.” No, Mushitarô wouldn’t; first because there was no way he would deny his friend seeing his own reaction to the gift, and second because trying would also mean he had to contain ever-growing levels of curiosity and therefore such an attempt was bound to fail even if he wanted to try at all. Or, in other words… The bag had barely gotten settled in his hands when Mushitarô moved onto taking its content out. Inside he found the gift, yes, wrapped with equally colorful paper because of course it wasn’t going to be that easy.

“You really wanted to create suspense, huh?” Mushitarô then said, starting to remove the paper. Nikolai giggling in response already spoke volumes, and even more so when under that paper layer there was another one. In fact, it wasn’t until he got rid of three when the actual gift could be seen: a plushie of Nikolai himself, and not just any plushie since that specific one was from a limited batch of the newest Decay merch. Mushitarô would know, given how he had been one of the first people outside the band lucky enough to see both the designs and how the final products looked like a VIP. “Last there was in the store I checked.” Nikolai added, grinning with the smugness of someone who had pulled off an amazing feat. Knowing how fast those flew off the shelves, he indeed had. “Well, thanks.” Mushitarô also said, smiling too. “Now I can hang out with him while you’re on tour.” He then tapped his chin, not really absent-mindedly. “Though I’d better not take him out to the street, or he might get kidnapped by a fan who didn’t get one.” That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to brag about it via social media pictures.

or bsd gen week 2026 day 5 | music/band au: nikolai, mushitarô & the nikoplushie
#bsd #mushitaro #nikolai #bsdgenweek #bsdgenweek2026

i “Mind if I steal him for a bit?” No one, not even Tetchô himself, had time to reply when no one other than Nikolai from DOA grabbed him by the hand and pulled so he would follow. Well, Tetchô did offer a non-verbal response since he allowed it, walking with more than evident enthusiasm once every piece clicked. After all, it wasn’t the first time nor it would be the last, since somewhat of a routine had ended up being established in events like that. From the moment Nikolai had learned Tetchô both enjoyed dancing and could keep up with him even with the most intense styles which were pretty much mixed with acrobatics, there wasn’t a party when he didn’t seek him out to do it. And Tetchô would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to those moments.

ii “They’re very good, damn.” Teruko said, smirking mischievously for a reason Gin didn’t know. “Makes sense, since they’re very good separately too, but that level of synch’d make one think they do that more often than once in a blue moon.” “You say that every time.” Was Jôno’s response, which at least to them seemed more calm and disinterested than anything. His bandmate, though, had apparently caught something a stranger like Gin still was to the most of the group simply wouldn’t. Sure, she was familiar with the Hunting Dogs on a more general level (everyone knew everyone by name in circles like that), but it was also his first time speaking with any of them, which what happened because all of them finally attending the same event had resulted in Tachihara taking the chance to introduce Gin to them. Anyway, apart from Teruko’s smirk growing bigger, her next words also told how she was definitely noticing something there.

ii “They’re very good, damn.” Teruko said, smirking mischievously for a reason Gin didn’t know. “Makes sense, since they’re very good separately too, but that level of synch’d make one think they do that more often than once in a blue moon.” “You say that every time.” Was Jôno’s response, which at least to them seemed more calm and disinterested than anything. His bandmate, though, had apparently caught something a stranger like Gin still was to the most of the group simply wouldn’t. Sure, she was familiar with the Hunting Dogs on a more general level (everyone knew everyone by name in circles like that), but it was also his first time speaking with any of them, which what happened because all of them finally attending the same event had resulted in Tachihara taking the chance to introduce Gin to them. Anyway, apart from Teruko’s smirk growing bigger, her next words also told how she was definitely noticing something there.

tachigin, hd & nikolai + jealousy?
#bsd

“Alrighty.” Nikolai said, standing up and making a theatrical bow, pointing at the chair he had been using at the same time. “Your turn now, Siggy.” Sigma obliged, taking some hairclips to get their bangs out of the way and sitting on the now free spot. Then once in position, he simply waited, eyes closed while Nikolai got to work. “Black and silver?” Being so close he could hear those words almost in their ear, and even feeling Nikolai’s breath on their skin and his hands running around Sigma’s face… ah, that had been sort of awkward at first, but right then it had morphed into a very comfortable routine. “Or white? Black and white, obvi, I bet you won’t say no to the black lipstick today.” That or most days anyway; it had become a big constant for concerts. “When you’re done, can one of you help me?” Fyodor barged in the conversation, as expected and welcome as most times.

“Can’t now.” Sigma answered, trying not to shut their eyes closed too intensely now Nikolai had moved on to apply eyeliner and shadow. “But if I handle the lipstick on my own Niko will be free sooner.” “As if this was a chore, pfft. But yeah, anything for you too, Fedya.” Looking was not necessary to notice the smile on Nikolai’s face. Comfortable silence fell shortly after, though Sigma would bet on how no one minded it getting broken again when Nikolai started filling it with brief comments and humming. And after the humming, an idea which was also becoming a constant in their performances: “Whaddaya say about a matching star under our eyes?”

doa + pre concert makeup
#bsd
ft. siglai & fyolai crumbs

Being up on stage already had something electric, magical about it. But Sigma would be lying if he said Nikolai having spent the previous three songs and current one so damn close didn’t add up to it. Having him invading their personal space to the point of both their faces barely being apart from each other’s was nothing new, sure, but at the same time it all felt… different. Not in a bad way, of course, or Sigma would have moved away already. Quite the opposite and, if it was enjoyable and none of their performances were being affected by it… then why change anything? Except a change was on the way, more or less. At almost the end of the aforementioned current song, Nikolai pointed at his own lips and winked; a wordless inquiry which didn’t need anything else to be understood.

Sigma low-key thanked their cheeks were already flushed by virtue of performing for what should be a couple of hours at that point, because if not, it might have happened right then. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before, neither on his own or with Nikolai… in terms of kissing per se. Doing it in general, or even in public, was one thing. But kissing on stage, in front of quite the big crowd… huh, that was new, and a tad bit scary. Not as scary as to let the chance pass, though. Instead of denying Nikolai the gesture, they waited for a little while so the song could be fully finished, and then locked their lips together in the promised kiss.

siglai + kiss on stage
#bsd #siglai

One of Poe’s favorite moments to write was whenever Ranpo was practicing, no matter if alone or with the whole group. Sure, at first it had felt like intruding ADA’s rehearshalls, even with Ranpo’s express invitation that obviously included the rest of the band’s approval (it wouldn’t have happened otherwise), but not now when he was more than well acquainted with everyone. He sat in what had already become his somewhat designated spot, while nearby Yosano either read or played with Karl, who had taken a liking to her almost as soon as he had done with Ranpo. And speaking of Ranpo, any moment they called a day or took the smallest break, he lost no time in making himself comfortable in the couch they sat in, as a mischievous cat who had just decided no more work was going to be done for a while. “You got me sweets?” And, of course, Edgar had.

ranpoe + established routine
#bsd #ranpoe

(also for #ranpoeweek2024 x.com/frankenjoly/... day 6: music)

if you can't do it "good" (whatever that may mean), do it "bad". don't deprive yourself of the joy of doing something just because your skill level doesn't meet some fake arbitrary bar.

Upon the bridge My heart does beat “I still prefer the French version,” Rimbaud said, scoffing more out of principle than anything. “But this is still good too, sure.” “Right.” Verlaine agreed, in a grave tone which would make one think they were talking about something entirely different to a song coming from a movie none had actually watched. Yet. In fact, as his partner hesitated, Arthur wondered if he was going to ask precisely to watch it. He was close, but still missed. “Do you know how to dance?” “A bit, yes.” He replied, not bothering to try and hid his own excitement. “Could you teach me? Or make an attempt to, at least.” There, Rimbaud could have said many things, like how the other’s impressive skillset for fighting would come in handy given how Paul already had tons of balance and knew his way around moving in precise steps and directions. What he went for, instead, was starting out the class right away by getting closer to him and sliding a hand around Verlaine’s waist. “Let me lead at first, then we can switch things up if you’d like.” “Of course.” Was the answer he got, as eager to try as Rimbaud himself was.

rimlaine + la seine (annapantsu & jonathan young's cover)
#bsd #rimlaine

www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8yw...

de momento a los guiris les gustó más el primero (también es que la peña después de como 1 mes se olvida pero aún así lloran porque quieren content) pero a mí me gusta más este

if you were ever in doubt frankenjoly Summary: “Oh. Alright.” She said, partly to oblige and partly because Columbina did indeed have something else in mind already. “I know it cannot be the exact same with the setting we are in, but could we have tea together one more time?” Saying ‘one more’ instead of ‘one last’ was, obviously, completely intentional. columbina, a bit about names, a bit about home, a lot about friendship, and a ton about relationships.

columbina, a bit about names, a bit about home, a lot about friendship, and a ton about relationships.
#genshin #arlesandbina

archiveofourown.org/works/77140371

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ay :c ánimo cielo

Traditional drawing in marker. A comfortable, curled up white cat with pale yellow star-shaped spots is sleeping on a dark blue background.

You’ve been visited by eepy starry kitty.
Now all your naps will be super cozy ⭐️💫

#art #cuteart #caturday

Digital artwork of a white cat with fur made of clouds and a shining sun

sunny sky familiar ☀️

A bunny, in the dead of night, walks against the wind across a snowy field. They walk away from a town, carrying only a little envelope sealed with a heart sticker

Daily bunny no.3188 makes a delivery

Un centenar de personas se manifiestan en Córdoba contra del ataque de Estados Unidos a Venezuela Diversos colectivos denuncian en Las Tendillas la violación del derecho internacional por parte del país americano

Un centenar de personas se manifiestan en Córdoba contra el ataque de Estados Unidos a Venezuela dozz.es/5or6f5

nowhere else that i would rather be frankenjoly Summary: Well, it was technically still awkward, especially when not so long ago Husk had called out Pentious over watching others sleep and the fact that getting witnesses would be annoying to no end. But, to be fair, he couldn’t care less about any of those at the moment, for there was no other thought inside his head except Angel sleeping right in front of him. Except Angel, period. angel falls asleep at te bar. or so husk thinks.

angel falls asleep at te bar. or so husk thinks.
#hazbin #huskerdust

archiveofourown.org/works/76926186

the midnight conversations you and i postponed frankenjoly Summary: “And what are you going to do about it, man?” He asked, putting on the voice he reserved to fake Beef talking. “Well, that’s a good question, buddy.” Were his next words, back to his usual tone. “See, first of all, I’m going to wait and gather more info that can and will come in handy.” flambert, some reflecting & plans for the somewhat near future.

flambert, some reflecting & plans for the somewhat near future.
#dispatch #flambert

archiveofourown.org/works/76849871

Every moment I’m awake I’m clinging on to hope At that point, Mitsuri was trying her best not to let tears fall, to keep them as contained as she could. She wasn’t getting stood up again, not like with that boy from back home, because Obanai might not be the most polite towards others but he had never acted like that when it came to her. (Sure, him not being the most polite towards others was something to work into fixing, but that was another topic for another day.) Still, her past experiences with rejection made her restless, even if she had just been waiting for what couldn’t be more than ten minutes now. Something must have happened. But-- what if what had happened was him changing his mind about her? “Kanroji-san,” Obanai’s voice called out, melting all her worries away in mere seconds. “I’m deeply sorry for being late.” There was a small bloodstain over one of his sleeves, so the reason came off as pretty obvious. “A lower rank demon was bothering some travelers.” Which was to say the whole ordeal had been nothing but plainly annoying to him. In terms of dealing with the demon, of course, even if people skills weren’t his strong suit. Besides, nothing else mattered now Obanai was finally there; now her tears were of joy, Mitsuri set them free.

obamitsu + sober (bad wolves)
#kny #obamitsu

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3osV...

Global communism in 2026 I feel it

I’m under a spell He won’t let me forget Even months after, his face still haunted them. It made sense, though, given how much and how thoroughly he had shaped Gin’s life ever since that night in which he likely saved them but also took them away from Ryûnosuke. Gin was starting to see it now, how they had been swayed against their brother due to years under Dazai’s teachings. Not like they would have been less angry and upset about being left behind and bleeding, not after losing so many friends and fearing not seeing him again either as he went head on in search of the responsibles for that. But… things could have been very different. “Penny for your thoughts?” A voice, Lucy’s, pulled them back towards reality-- though it felt like heaven, such a lovely sight. “Just…” It was difficult to explain. Or perhaps not. “Coming to terms with the fact the man who was my caretaker for years kinda sucked.” One could say it came with being a mafia boss and so on, but that was another thing entirely. Or perhaps not. “Yeah, it can be hard.” Lucy swiftly agreed, placing a hand over theirs. Gin’s heart skipped a beat. “If it helps, you’re not alone. In that or at all.” That was true, and they couldn’t be more grateful for it; for her.

beast lucygin + father said (red handed denial)
#bsd #lucygin

www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWdP...

Me he acordado hoy de cuando el Washington Post le pidió a sus lectores que describieran 2020 con una frase y un niño de 9 años dijo “es como si vas a cruzar una calle, miras con cuidado a ambos lados y, de repente, te atropella un submarino".