#so I needed a palette cleanser

[thefloatingstone]

Randomly browsing the horror manga section on some unnamed website. Randomly click on one based on nothing but the art style since I thought it was 70s or 90s. Turns out it's from 2001 - 2017.

Turns out I have accidentally landed on a manga with an impressive score of 8.21 on MAL.

So I guess I'm in for a long ride now.

Once again, shoujo which isn't focused on high school romance comes through.

#apparently there's a recent anime adaptation and it's pure trash #Once again shoujo is left to rot by the anime industry #I made the mistake of reading the Midori manga out of curiosity because I didn't want to risk watching the film #But I was curious #It was a mistake #so I needed a palette cleanser #Do not read Midori out of curiosity #It's not worth it

[lily-blue-blue-lily]

austin is actually the tenth largest city in the us, i don’t know what carlos was on about

(don’t repost anywhere without my permission, just reblog!)

#my art #911 lone star #911 ls #tk strand #tarlos #911 ls art #artists on tumblr #this was purely a comfort drawing #a palette cleanser if you will #i’ve had so many 30 hour+ drawings to do recently i needed something easy and quick lol

[from-the-clouds]

You've been developing a little crush on you econ professor Kendall Roy, but have been trying to not think about it, until you run into him in the wedding of a mutual acquaintance and see him in a suit for the first time. You're seeing a whole new side of him on the dancefloor but you're too flustered to talk to him. You're waiting your turn at the open bar when you hear a familiar baritone voice behind you calling your last name. You turn around and find your econ professor looking at you with an amused lopsided grin on his face. His cheeks are just a little bit red from all the wine and his tie is loose around his neck, the first button of his shirt undone. He stares at you for a while, smiling, but suddenly collects himself and takes on a more serious expression, as if trying to summon back some of that authority he wields in the classroom. But it's too late. You know you're about to make a series of bad decisions tonight.

OMFG yes, i love this idea and so i wrote a little blurb (hope you don't mind)

cw: alcohol mention.

When you see him, your jaw drops just a little bit. It's the last person you'd expect to see here, and you're only used to hearing your name from him when he's about to chew you out in class -- not that you mind, of course, because you sort of like the attention.

"Dr. Roy?" you ask, almost not recognizing him at first glance. You're used to seeing him in plaid blazers with reinforced elbows, or collared dress shirts poking out from underneath his impossibly soft-looking sweaters. Right now, though, he's in a black suit that fits him like a glove, though his shirt is slightly wrinkled, his tie loose around his neck. You don't think you've ever seen him smile the way he's smiling at you now -- sometimes he'll smirk to himself if someone makes a good joke during a class discussion, but he always shuts it down right away and is back to business.

The wedding reception is well underway, and it's supposed to end in fifteen minutes, but no one on the dance floor seems to be slowing down anytime soon, including the bride and groom, which is why you're at the bar for another drink -- you're not quite drunk enough yet to embarrass yourself on the dance floor.

When he recognizes your clear shock and confusion, his face shifts then, smile fading as he looks at you underneath his dark lashes. "You should really be at home, studying for the exam on Monday."

He says it so sternly, that you feel yourself straighten up out of habit. "I uh- well, I-I-" you rack your brain for an excuse, until he breaks out in a smile again.

"I'm joking, please," he steps closer to you, and you laugh nervously. "Relax, I won't bite."

You feel a little bit of anxiety fade, but a different kind of tension now hangs in the air, because you don't think you've ever been so close to him before. Close enough to see that his eyes are hazel -- not brown, like you'd previously thought. And the color of his eyes weren't the only things you thought about.

"I did actually already study," you say softly. "Last night."

"I'd expect nothing less from one of my best students."

"Okay," you roll your eyes. "You don't have to lie."

"I'm serious," he says, still grinning.

"Oh, you are?" you ask, and can't help but smile a little, too. "Because if you really feel that way, you sure have a funny way of showing it."

He takes one step closer, so he can whisper in your ear above the noise of the music. Instinctually, you drift closer to him, bare shoulder brushing the soft fabric of his suit jacket. "Cut me some slack. I'm a highly-respected member of the faculty. I can't play favorites."

"That's fair," you nod. "But I think you like making people scared of you."

"Are you scared of me?" you can feel his breath hit the shell of your ear, and you can't manage to hide the way it makes you shiver. You draw back, and snort. The way he's looking at you -- so focused, so attentive, makes your head spin. But you don't know whether to say no, or tell him the truth. When you don't answer right away, he shakes his head. "Well, we can't have that, can we? What are you drinking?"

"Vodka soda," you say, gesturing towards the bartender who you are convinced is purposely ignoring you. "But I've been waiting forever."

"Here," he says, stepping alongside of you. All he has to do is straighten up, and snap his fingers, and the bartender turns to look at him standing there, nods once before walking over.

"See, even he's scared of you," you nudge your professor playfully. He chuckles, his hand falling to your lower back, and you all-but melt, shifting your weight on your feet so you're closer. You know this is highly, highly inappropriate, but you can't resist.

His touch doesn't leave you, not even after you get your drinks, clink your glasses, and catch him staring at you over the rim of his own. You have his attention, and you aren't going to let it go to waste.

#this was too much fun lmao i'm obsessed with dr.roy i fear #also i need a palette cleanser after the last episode so let's be delulu and pretend he closed the portal and became a prof <3 #asks #writing #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #professor! kendall

[badbunnieart]

I did this in an hour, enjoy

#deadly premonition #francis york morgan #york #it was a gougar #one day i will actually look up the image dimensions for this site but until then i just don't care #btw anyone actually hear a gougar scream? #its so uncanny that it scared the shit out of me when i was 10 #sometimes i need a quick palette cleanser from lupin so clearly this is the most cleansing of all

[sallymew4]

i have some ideas with Minori, so i wanted to draw her sum just to get into the groove of her design :) she is very fun to draw. why is her hair that color

ignore the fact i forgot the d in abduct pleas and thank yu. i am senile

#the idea includes teru and after drawing nothing but him 4 a week i needed a palette cleanser #so. minori !! she's neaty #just a girl her nerdy gf and her vengeful spirit against the world #and the two weird boys she hangs out with sometimes #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mob psycho fanart #minori asagiri #asagiri minori #mogami keiji #keiji mogami #tome kurata #kurata tome #tomino #minoto #minome #? what would it be actually #tome x minori #minori x tome

[a-little-unsteddie]

a little snippet from the prologue to my original story! :D

“I am so glad you made it safely,” Lana told Vaughn, smiling sweetly at him. “I know for some travel can be dangerous,” she said, but didn’t explain further. Vaughn glanced at Canary to see if they had any idea as to what she was referring to, but only received a shrug in response as they handed over three coins.

“What do you mean?” Vaughn asked when it was clear she wasn’t planning on elaborating, furrowing his eyebrows.

Lana laughed in the way that old people did when they knew they’d mentioned something they shouldn’t have and don’t know how to take it back.

“Well, you know. Bandits and what have you,” she said vaguely, putting the coins in her drawer and then closed it. “Don’t be strangers now, come back before you leave,” she swiftly moved the conversation on, and Vaughn knew better than to push, even if he really wanted to.

i wonder what this means :00 fhehshz i’m only posting this bc i love Lana. she’s uhh probably only gonna be in the prologue but! i love her nontheless.

tagging some friends: @finntheehumaneater @apomaro-mellow @sailing-through-hawkins

#i am actually so proud of how the prologue is coming together for this #i swear i’ll write steddie again i just need a palette cleanser #vaughn dillon #canary hollis #drek’atim academy #the boquet series #year of the sunflower #prologue #original writing #rowan writes #<- will be new tag for original content

[risingsouls]

[ya'll got me vibrating and wanting to write more of my takes about Saiyan history and culture.]

#.:ooc:. #i love seeing all this #big palette cleanser from THEY'RE JUST EVIL AND ALL THEIR CULTURE IS IS GENOCIDE #lame and small minded thinks there #but anyway i've had so many brewing for years #but im lazy and don't write them down #i need to do gerudo hcs too but that's probably more suited on the other blog #but whatever

[ghosts-cyphera]

I know that the little novella isn’t really a fan favorite because there was not plot or action but I loved it because of that. It gave me a mental and emotional break and it was like their little Christmas special.

It was so fluffy which all of them needed so badly from the shit that happened previously lol. I loved the bat boys little snowball fight scene so much lol and it was a perfect ending to Feyre and Rhys’ trilogy and helped set up for the next few books.

AAA YES it’s genuinely the perfect cozy little holiday read and I’m so excited to read it in the upcoming days eek 💗 !! it’s just a little glipse into their lives after the war and I think it’s perfect for that.

#I originally skipped it when going from Mist and Fury to Silver Flames #(I was too excited and had heard bad things about the novella) #and I regretted it so much after eventually reading it because it was super cute and cozy in the end #so new acotar readers: don’t skip frost and starlight !! it’s the palette cleanser you need after the heavy events of the third book #lo answers #acotar

[theconstellarium]

Today I have discovered that I love and hate bread cheese just as Gollum loves and hates the Ring

#I've had it before with no issues??? #but today the texture was initially nice and then suddenly NOPE NOPE NOPE #it was so tasty too #i need some kind of palette cleanser though now #squeaky cheese #bread cheese #🌊 #the texture issued ive always thought i totally never had have reared their head again

[callixton]

i’ve been a lear boy since i first met edmund in myself but man working on serpent’s tooth really did something. i think it might be above hamlet 4 me quite honestly

#hamlet i would say is the better play #it will never not be The Play of all time to me #but there is just something abt lear……. #it just cuts through everything #i think i’m gonna read faggots next & i need a palette cleanser so i found a lear adaptation #this really may or may not work but it should at least feel different #i can only take so much cynical queerness at a time #ted talks #king lear

[redwayfarers]

one of those days

Fandom: Wayfarer IF Ship: Cassmel (Cassander x Melchior) Characters: Cassander Inteus (OC), Melchior Larkspur Words: 1084 Rating: Gen Summary: Cassander has a bad mental health day. Fortunately, he doesn't have to face it alone. Read on AO3

The day drags like nobody’s fucking business. It’s real fun having nothing to do with your time, you know - the half open book stares at me in accusation from the table, half done weave shakes its threads in disappointment. I told myself I’d finish it today, but when I woke up I found that my hands just refused to do it and would’ve rather broken the whole thing apart than finish it. The book could’ve easily met the same fate if I didn’t have enough wherewithal to just step back and declare myself useless for the day. 

But cooking needs to be done. It’s not a question of want as much as it is a question of need, after all. We all need to eat. If you don’t eat you starve. And since I don’t particularly like starving, I managed to drag myself to the kitchen and listen to the chop chop of the knife. There are downsides, though, as there usually are. Chop chop is so routine that I could do it blind, so the part of my head that’s not focused on making sure I don’t cut my own fingers off is free to wonder.

And gods do I wonder. I’ve since stopped keeping track of what about, but that’s where I am now.

Theokleia came to mind at some point, unbidden. Maybe after the brief sighting of my face in the window. Maybe after the errant curl of hair fell in my eyes and I had to move it away. She wouldn’t cook, obviously. She has people to cook for her. She has fancy makeup and hairpins and decorative battle knives on her walls. And maybe she’s laughing now, having a grand old time, drinking at a party and whispering in another rich asshole’s ear. 

Maybe Aiantes listens too. Does she keep the hairpin he gifted her decades ago, before my very eyes, when all I got was a stern look to shut the fuck up? Maybe she wears it across the hall, and maybe he smiles when he sees it shining in the magic lights. Maybe he even removes it later in the privacy of their bedroom. 

Maybe I don’t really wanna think about my parents fucking, exactly. Brain, stop being weird.

“You’re murdering that poor eggplant,” Melchior says out of nowhere. “What has it done to you?” 

I turn around and set the knife down. “My parents have sex. In general. In Vestra, too. I know the exact bedroom. Big bed, fancy ass curtains. Roses on the sheets. The mwah mwah sounds. All the good stuff.” 

“Your… parents?” Melchior blinks. “Cassander, you have three siblings. It’s highly likely that they do have sex. Assuming nothing’s taking the place of that poor vegetable.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a really simple thing, too. And my parents are doing it.” 

“And here it’s where you lose me,” he says slowly. He has two big books of accounts in his hands and he looks so disheveled it makes me want to mess his hair up even more. “What do…” He sighs. “It’s been that kind of day, no?” 

I laugh weakly. “Yeah. My brain's all weird. One thing led to another and here I am, mentally in my parents’ bedroom. Where I wasn’t normally allowed when I was a kid, too, even in non-fucking circumstances.” I look at my feet and wiggle my toes. “I am… I just..” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is kind and gentle and it hits like cold water in a parched throat. He puts the books down and walks over, takes my hand in his and the world feels less loathsome all of a sudden. 

“I don’t want to be angry anymore.” There it is. I’m getting better at figuring these things out. What a strange idea, actually understanding what’s behind all the weirdness in my head on a given day. “Don’t think there’s much to talk about. I just– I don’t want to think about my mother. But she comes unbidden sometimes, she’s a fucking weed of a person like that, and I get all– like this. Gods, I’m so shit at saying things.” 

“I understand you perfectly well, if that has any merit,” he offers. “You’re not half as bad at saying things as you think you are.”

“You don’t count,” I say. It feels as though a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders, though. “You’re just trying to make me feel better by saying that. It doesn’t count.” 

“Is it working, though?” He smiles softly. I bury my head in his shoulder. 

“I hate you so much,” I whisper against the fabric of his shirt. He’s still holding my hand. “But seriously now. Were you.. Did you have any plans for.. This exact moment?” 

“I was just about to get myself a cup of tea,” he says and kisses the side of my head. His hair tickles my ear. “Do you want me to prevent any more vegetable murder?” 

“That’d be great. We gotta eat something and I’m the big bad vegetable murderer, as we both know.” 

“Really scary, yes,” he laughs softly. I don’t reply, but I make no movement whatsoever, soaking up the warmth and the ease of his presence. He seems content to stay like this for the time being, oblivious to the life of a whole company of actors around us, and his free hand rests loosely on my waist. “I’m proud of you, though,” he adds after a while. “You were able to identify what was distressing you and asked for help.” 

Any joke I might’ve had to those words dies on my tongue, heavy and sordid and venomous. He’s just saying things because I’m obviously not doing good for the most part, but a part of me wants to believe him. I want to be worthy of his pride but I’m not sure if I really am. “Didn’t solve shit, Mel,” I say instead, because that’s easier. Because it comes faster and more naturally. Because it shelters from this oppressive feeling that I might not be such a fuck-up after all. “I’m still as angry as I was before. Being able to say my mother’s a bitch doesn’t change shit.”

“It’s better than it was before,” he hums. “But let us cut those vegetables.” His voice turns small and private and easy. “Honestly, between the two of us, being responsible is very boring sometimes.”

And the world really does feel less loathsome for a while. 

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #inspo birb has come to town #wayfarer mc #cassander inteus #melchior larkspur #cassander x melchior #wayfarer fic #is this self-indulgent? yes #but do i wanna work on my short story? no #so this is what i do #also long time no cass fic #think we need some #a palette cleanser if you will #my writing

[ghost-proofbaby]

i know i was just bragging about angst and such but if someone accidentally fell into my ask box with either sweet eddie headcanons or ideas, or fluffy eddie requests...

i'd be eternally grateful.

#i need something sickly sweet #i want tooth-rotting fluff to write after work #i need a palette cleanser damn it #all my current wips are angst how did this happen #i was so careful (i was not careful at all)

[comrade-bastard]

Got fallout 4 on pc

#im playing it for the first time in 2 years #also. i have played so much new vegas lately i need to play a Worse fallout game. as a palette cleanser #also i wanna do settlement building simulator for 12 hrs

[musesofthemoon]

@shiroi---kumo gifts: It's not often that he speaks in this sort of tongue to them but he needs to in order for it to carry the approperate effect he thinks. "Ai, Yu - come over here please." He sounds his hands moving forward to take each one of the twin's into his own grasp. Ai his right hand, and Yu his left. "I need you to know from the bottom of my heart, rakastan sinua niin paljon. Olette molemmat niin arvokkaita minulle ja rakastan sinua. So I need to give you both this. They are special to me, and I need you both to have them, alright?" His hands are moving down to the belt where he keeps his bottles of Mist to slide one out of the way to pull out a silver chain sat with a white crystal in the shape of a tear drop. It almost looks glowing and if one were to look closely it looks like the sky has been trapped within it. His hands are moving again as he unlatched the chain and slips it behind Ai's neck to fix it so it's now hanging upon her. Then the Misterican is working again to slide out and reveal a crystal bracelet that is green in color excluding a single white gem that sets at the center, also very much glowing with the sky seemingly trapped inside. This time he moves to take Yu's hand and slip the trinket onto his left wrist with the utmost gentleness and care. "I made them for you." He remarks. "Do you like them? The crystals you see were forged from my own Mist. It is a Misterican custom to give such gems to our loved ones and I usually give them out on special occasions. So of course I would never miss your birthday. Not after you both were so kind to make mine so magical. So now it is your birthday and we can do whatever you desire." He pauses. "Within reason." There's a slight smirk on his lips as he smiles at them. "Hyvää Syntymäpäivää, Ai ja Yu. Rakastan Sinua niin paljon." __ translation: "Rakastan Sinua niin Paljon" -> I love you so much "Olette molemmat niin arvokkaita minulle ja rakastan sinua." -> You are both so precious to me and I love you. "Hyvää Syntymäpäivää, Ai ja Yu. Rakastan Sinua niin paljon." -> Happy Birthday Ai and Yu. I love you so much.

They come over as they are told. And while they aren't quite expecting the hand holding that follows, it's not as though they mind it all that much. And they want to understand what he is saying, they really do, but from the sounds of it, they can just tell that it's meant to be heartfelt and kind. Do the exact words truly matter? As long as they are loved, as long as he loves them, the way he says it doesn't need to matter. They're just happy that he's here...

The children are gifted with Mist upon their person, but they aren't aware of its significance until he vocalizes it. They were crystals made from his Mist, his lifeblood. And there was something about that which felt so special. Like a piece of himself that would be with them always, that he would always be looking after them, no matter where their lives led. Vocalizing that feeling was hard, so instead they could only say words that didn't feel like enough.

A "Thank you!" comes from them quickly. Ai swiftly jumps in for a hug, and Yu follows suit soon enough. "This is the best birthday gift ever..." Ai says with a dreamy sigh. Certainly, they've gotten great gifts in their time, but something so special had to take the top spot. And they wouldn't be taking these crystals off either, not if they could help it.

Of course, that didn't mean they weren't excited about any day they might have planned. Different as their interests may be, there was something they could both agree on. It would certainly be within reason too. They were simple kids, they didn't need to do anything wild and crazy. Well, maybe aside from one thing.

"Well, getting some sweets is a must," Ai states plainly, though the smile doesn't leave her face. "And I like doing the stuff we already do together too but..." She takes a look back to her brother, making sure that he's alright with the request she's going to make on both of their behalves. After assuring herself, she grins. "But, if you're sure it's okay, you always said that you wanted to show us the sky... Could we maybe... Do that now?"

#ai - ic #ai - answers #yu - ic #yu - answers #shiroi---kumo #ai - relationships - cloud on a drought's horizon (shiroi---kumo) #yu - relationships - order's yang (shiroi---kumo) #i know i've been angsting all day but i need this #as a fluffy palette cleanser. yk? #i care about their dynamic so much #tumblr butchered the indent but i'm too tired to mess with it rn

[placesyoucallhome]

Only 59 days of Summer left. Hope Q'ruhka has been having fun.

Ruhka is taking a little bit of a break actually, unless I can find some new grind to work towards. In game anyways. My gil grind is halted, ff12 bike obtained, pvp season glam earned, and I can't say there's anything in the upcoming tomestone event that I NEED to get.

Besides, doesn't feel like summer properly until moonfire, need those fireworks for the aesthetic

Gameplay wise anyways, rp wise he's still being a nuisance and making questionable decisions

#I should work on getting alts through msq #i may just be a little burnt out though #need a palette cleanser before islands I think #I kinda miss diadem it gave me things to do #but half of the things to get to sell are gonna be in the tomestone event so... meh #this is a gameplay burnout not a character burnout mind #which is why ive been poking at wow #I would focus on monster hunter but as much as i like it the game stresses me tf out

[fingertipsmp3]

I genuinely get too nervous when something goes wrong in the sims. I need to do a really chaotic challenge to get out of my comfort zone

#i had a mod conflict that caused my sims to start autonomously putting food away (to use as leftovers) before other sims (who were hungry) #could eat it #it wasn’t much of a problem on residential lots but in college.. oh boy #at one point one of my sims was just standing next to the dorm chef chucking everything he’d made straight in the fridge #i was like girl are you prepping for the apocalypse?? that mac and cheese will not save you #it was more chaotic in shared housing though because the girls had to cook for themselves #and whenever i tried to have somebody serve a meal; one of the others would immediately appear to whisk the serving plate away #it was TOO much #so i removed the mods that were causing it and i’m thinking about also moving the girls off that lot because honestly it’s just not good #they keep flooding the shower room and then complaining and also for some reason everyone ignores the private bedrooms with double beds #in favour of boning down on the sofa. which is just TOO awkward for me #the composition of this household is two sisters and their respective girlfriends #so at one point one couple was banging on the couch; the sister of one of them was like ‘this isn’t going to interrupt my workout’ #and was doing press-ups right next to them??? and the fourth sim was just sitting in the armchair right next to them studying #i do find it really comical but it’s obvious that a change of living arrangements is necessary #the other thing that was happening was i kept getting this bizarre glitch where my sim would reset in the middle of an action #their whole queue would empty and they’d cease doing whatever they were doing. like completely. if they were painting; the painting #would disappear. if they’d just made a plate of spaghetti it was GONE #which obviously stressed me because i was like ‘if this happens when someone is starving they might not have time to feed themselves before #they straight up die.’ i took out a bunch of mods and eventually fixed it #i think i had a mod that was for a later expansion pack than i have. i only have the super collection so anything that’s made #for apartment life can’t be in my game #i swear i didn’t used to be this neurotic about my sims. i don’t know what happened #i need to do an isbi as a palette cleanser. get comfortable with chaos again #personal