aria's online :3

what up

oh also this

lots of these are from gifcities and The Horror GIF Necromonicon (neocities)

first blinkie by @resourcesiero

★🌌🎮MISC NOSTALGIC STAMPS PT.1👾✨

Does anyone else still play wizard101?

specifically of chigiri and/or bachira if possible!!

★⚽️💙BLUE LOCK STAMPS🥅👟

Here you go! I haven’t seen Blue lock yet but it looks cool :D

★🐰🧪SLIME RANCHER GRAPHICS⚗️🧬

I tried drawing a stamp frame for these :D hope you like them!!

🧫These graphics are free to use!

# ——— SPACED BOWS

# ——— ROSE-SCENTED TABLECLOTH

# ——— HANGING HEARTS

# ——— MERLOT STRIPS

# ——— INTERTWINED LACES

he's sticking to his "use the least amount of words possible" agenda, but when it comes to you, it just doesn't come out as cooly. if anything, he stutters and forgets what he was going to stay, opting to immediately dip as soon as he messes up. it's not like you knew who he was, and there's no way you could catch up when he was literally swinging from buildings. what could he have to lose?

"be safe out here—" huh? here? you're at home, aren't you? he was the one who literally took you back to your apartment. what's there to steer safe of? "...there—" his voice cracks painfully hard. "..."

he stares at you for an awkward amount of time, letting the seconds pass with an odd silence. you were waiting for him to speak, weren't you? he can't afford to fix his mistake without embarrassing himself, so he instinctively made a run for it, hopping off your balcony and going straight down.

"wait, spiderman—!" you rush towards the railings, peeking over the edge as if he would be right there below you, but no luck. he was already sliding down the bricky walls, making a beeline straight for the skyscrapers. you watch and watch, hoping for a glance or at least some sort of signal as a goodbye. nothing.

while you're stood there wondering if you did something wrong, he's running away from his sole issue, you, fighting back a blush despite having a mask on.

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Normally you’re greeted with a huff and a smirk, and that’s the extent of the amusement he likes to show to you. Occasionally, a little laugh manages its way out, and you relish in the rare sound as much as you can before he inevitably clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest to suppress it.

But every now and again… once in a moon, the facade slips. There’s a crack in the concrete, a flaw in the code, and Itoshi Rin’s laughter soars.

“Baby,” you snicker at your phone. “Look at this video of Isagi slipping on ice.”

Sae Itoshi doesn’t dance.

You figured so anyways; it’s not like your boyfriend is the most… expressive.

So when the two of you run into a lively plaza full of locals and tourists alike dancing to romantic music on your vacation, you take the incentive to explore on your own. Twisting and turning through the sea of people as you enjoy the live band, a massive grin on your face.

To no surprise, even if you begged him, Sae wouldn’t join your antics in public. Instead, opting to watch you from a distance. Taking in the way you move to the rhythm as you casually dance with some of the locals. Sae finds it adorable, watching you enjoy yourself so much. If anyone looked at him hard enough, they might even see a small smile play on his lips.

That is until he sees a stranger—a man, grabbing you by the hand, leading you to the center of the plaza, away from him. You seem reluctant, of course you are. Why the hell would you be dancing with a random when you have the Sae Itoshi? The smile once adorning his face quickly fades as he storms through the crowd, pushing the man away from you, growling a few, what you presume to be spanish swear words at him before picking you up and carrying you back to your hotel room.

You arrive home and god, Sae is pissed. That man has no right to you like that. Nervous, you internally prepare to explain the situation to him. That the man caught you by surprise, and it wasn’t that deep. That the stranger didn’t do anything to you.

You open your mouth, but are quickly shushed by him as he seems to be searching for something in the hotel room. Unexpectedly, he pulls out a speaker. Connecting it to his phone and playing a melody, a very similar melody to what you heard at the plaza.

“Give me your hands,” he says in such a casual manner, as if he didn’t adorn the expression of a future murderer less than a minute ago.

You comply, giving him your hands as he helps you up, to then pull you in close, embracing you. His breath hot on your ear as he whispers, “Follow my lead.”

Now… just because Sae Itoshi doesn’t dance, it doesn’t mean he can’t.

Being a professional football player requires good agility and even better footwork, so to him, dancing comes naturally.

You though, are completely taken aback. He doesn’t give you time to process what’s happening as he guides you to the center of your suite, body in sync with the music as he mimics the matching movements to the ones you were dancing earlier.

You compliment him as the two of you bask in the music and each others company. Away from any strangers or creeps. Just you and him, together, as you dance through the early night.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you giggle, almost teasing him for surprising you with his unexpected skills.

“Bad judge of character, angel,” he replies, even matching your teasing tone before dropping into a more intimate whisper. “Por ti haré cualquier cosa.”