#ehehe 👀

[chellychuu]

Thinking about Koge-Donbo’s art 💖

#it’s so perfectly 2000s and everyone looks so cute 😭💖 #I might try a similar eye style sometime ehehe 👀 #koge donbo #pita ten #di gi charat #madoka kaname #hatsune miku #mangaka #anime #2000s anime #cute

[ikkosu]

❤️‍🔥 prowl?

romantic headcanon hmmm

Everytime after he comes back from work, whether you're guts deep reading a book, snug on the sofa, or chilling on the bed — pottering somewhere in the house, he'll stride over, pick you up and drag you to the bathroom, submerging you both in a warm bath. Doesn't always have to be steamy (if he's like pent up it will be, no doubt) but he just likes the feeling of your soft bare skin on top of him in the bathtub while he closes his eyes and nuzzles your neck.

#ikkoasks #👀maybe it'll get more steamy after that too ehehe #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw prowl #prowl x reader

[farorest-art]

every time i post talchet content, i always do the :0 pikachu face at the positive reception to it

#thanks hope you are proud of yourself #encouraging me in my self-indulgence #tsk tsk that’s dangerous business #👀 #okay but yay thank you fr it’s fun being able to share and not feeling alone in loving them ehehe #text post #not art #// ps i’m working on some ratchet and rivet bust exercises at the moment and i look forward to share this little dump soon!

[chaikachi]

I appreciate you so much for being loud about rg, despite all the unnecessary hostility this ship gets on a daily basis ❤️, it's my comfort ship and these two dorks literally makes me so happy 💕

Awee of course!!! 🥺💕 This ship means the world to me and I don't know how to be quiet about it these days even if I tried, as evidenced by the fact this answer turned into a whole essay somehow uwu

V8 was when i first really joined the fandom/RG and it was rough. I was scared to admit I shipped it romantically for the longest time because of all the discourse/harassment and I know I am very much not alone in that feeling. For the longest time I was scared to even draw them kissing lest it incite something. But ffs I'm over it. This ship is cute as hell, has so much going for it in canon, and so much creative potential in fanon. I love analyzing their story and somehow still discovering old crumbs even after all this time. Not to mention all the new crumbs this volume has given us!! Feels more like a whole loaf of freshly baked bread than anything else!

Every single argument I've ever seen thrown against the ship in the last 2+ years has been made in bad faith, is a double standard not applied to other ships, or is easily debunkable. Some of the loudest RG antis have a terrible reputation even outside of our 'ship wars', and it actually become so easy to not notice or let it get to you when you block without remorse.

I can't really speak for tumblr as I've gotten not-so-good at interacting with people here recently and feel a bit disconnected from the community (aside from the stray asks/tags y'all send me which I always appreciate 💕). But I know on twitter we've had a handful of new artists and vocal shippers come out of the woodwork in light of the new volume that are flooding the tag with positivity, memes, and creations every day. I've seen multiple rival shippers admit that they have to 'prepare for when rg is canon' and they genuinely believe it. We've even got a few bigger RWBY youtubers standing up for us and shutting down that discourse when people try to stir the pot.

Also numbers aren't really indicative of anything on tumblr when reblogs are more scarce than ever, or on twitter where the algorithm is anyone's guess, but there are some rosegarden posts on this site from 2017 that hit over 4k notes. Some of my own rg pieces on other platforms breach 1-2k. Heck, even some of the metas that I have cross posted to twt have hit more than 600 likes.

There are so many rg shippers out there. And what I am seeing with v9 is a few things. First, any people joining the fandom anew that aren't aware of all the discourse fall into RG pretty easily without that bias being pushed on them.

And second, that when we are loud and we are enthusiastic and we are kind to each other... when we foster healthy and approachable community, that is how we tune out all the negativity, and that is when we have the most fun.

So i'm glad you appreciate all my yelling, and I am not trying to pressure anyone into speaking out or participating if they don't have it in them... but this is a very friendly reminder is always room for more of us out here 💕🌹🌲

#i don't like dubbing myself as ceo of anything esp cause i know i ship rg in a v *me* way #but i do reserve the right to call myself the most annoying rg shipper simply BECAUSE i refuse to shut up about it ehehe #be a shame if anyone tried to fight me for the title hmm?? 👀 #ask #asks #anon #anono #rwby #rosegarden

[woetoy]

What if someone drew a very preggy Buck?

she lacks the bits for it but I'm always happy about preggy stuff ❤️

#woetxt #hence why i don't draw her preggy myself LOL #she makes others so #but if someone else wants to draw her preg ehehe uhmm 👀

[echo-the-ghost]

shuffle your On Repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people

tagged by: @woonadaar forever ago, finally doing this, thank you for the tag!! <3

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

Stray The Skies - VOLA

Hard Reset - The Word Alive

Impermanence - Architects

Satellite - Votum

Blood - In This Moment

Sound and Silence - Dead Poet Society

Four Seasons In One Day - Crowded House

Dead Is The New Alive - Emilie Autumn

Out of Here - Leprous

tagging: uhhhh @leaphia @venfaaniik @hooliganpearl @sadincae @grimvestige @theood @p-i-t-s @stripesysheaven and anyone else who might wanna do this consider yourself tagged!

#linking your post woonadaar so I can maybe check out those songs someday 👀 #always on the lookout for new music ehehe #tag games #hopefully I've only tagged mutuals that have spotify but if not apologies 😔 #edit: y'all were putting song links on yours so I put some on mine too yay :D

[onlyoneofyouu]

first of all we got (dark) blonde soobin again 😭😭😭 (bin said it was supposed to be brown but it faded already 🥲) and blue hueninggggggkaiiiiii 💙 my gorgeous group of five lil rockstars 🫶🏻

#i am obsessed with the outfits btw #i want like all of them in my closet rn #idc if i'd look 15 at 23 #they can do it so can i #actually 👀 i could kind of recreate bin's look 🤭 i have the pants and leather jacket eheh #anyway #txt #tomorrow x together #present x together #txt fanlive

[foolishlovers]

heyyy can i please get some trans aziracrow human au fic recs? 🥺 anything from G-E is fine with me thank you 🥺

of course!! 💜

The Piano Serpent by journeytogallifrey (3k, T) Aziraphale owns The Flaming Sword, which is one of the premier gay bars in London. Everyone knows this… except for their pianist, Crowley. While the regulars take bets over whether he's the clueless straight person he seems, Aziraphale just tries to prevent himself from falling further. But one night Crowley plays a song written specially to honor their regulars, and Aziraphale can't hold the truth in any longer. How will Crowley react? Will the truth really set them free? Based on the post where Billy Joel's The Piano Man is really about a clueless straight pianist in a gay bar. Or in our case, 'straight'.

The Colour of Hope and Sin by TawnyOwl95 (7k, E) Crowley has never felt so pretty. Tonight he can do anything. Having Aziraphale Eastgate, the best defender that St. Beryl's School football team had ever seen, cross Crowley's path again is a chance to test that theory. And maybe they can both work out some latent teenage angst at the same time?

A Stable Relationship by MirjamOmens (9k, E) Crowley used to be one of the best eventing riders of the UK. After one unfortunate fall that crushed his leg, he ends his career and starts coaching other promising athletes. Aziraphale is a riding instructor, handling the school ponies and teaching the beginners. For the past six months they have found themselves in a sort of arrangement. It’s just friendship… and sex, whenever their schedules happen to align. It's nothing more than that, right?

I'm Beginning to See the Light by ineffabildaddy (12k, E) There was Crowley - the paragon of cool, the overlord of apathy, breezing easily through each and every one of their exchanges and giving no fucks while doing so; then there was the anachronistic, cloying Aziraphale, trying and failing not to live life like a Thomas Hardy protagonist, and giving many fucks indeed. Or: Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

Black and White Sunshine by Azira_Amane (58k, E) "The cotton capital. The Second Summer of Love, the Haçienda. Irwell, Medlock, Irk and Mersey. Elizabeth Gaskell wrote her novels in a lovely little house. Oh. There’s so much to know…" Aziraphale East is, by his own account, a bit of an odd duck - and he's okay with that. He's always been happy in his own skin, in having been a confirmed bachelor his whole life. Everything changes on a work trip from London to Manchester, where he meets the vivacious and stunningly attractive Anthony Crowley. Like the splitting of the atom, Aziraphale is divided - and begins to wonder if it's not too late for love after all. Age, as they say, is but a number.

#might be writing one myself....ehehe 👀 #anon #answered #good omens #good omens fic #good omens human au #good omens fic rec #trans crowley #trans aziraphale #foolish recs

[rebouks]

🦜

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 cas portrait #ivan #i'm busy with story things behind the scenes 👀 so all you get atm are cas pics ehehe

[smileflowcr]

El largo pasillo hacia la habitación del alfa le causaba escalofríos con cada paso que daba y sus manos se aferran con fuerza a los bordes de la camisa blanca que usa. Hace no mucho recibió la noticia que el rey quería verle después de las nueve en punto, cuando la Luna brillaba en el cielo estrellado e iluminaba el castillo. ¿Cuánto tiempo llevaba viviendo en aquel lugar que ni siquiera podía llamar hogar? Sus tierras fueron invadidas, su gente sufrió durante días y la única opción que tuvo para detener la masacre fue rendirse ante el Rey del Cinabrio y su fuego devastador, pues poder propio como Príncipe del Cuarzo Rosado era completamente inútil en una guerra. Desde pequeño sabe que es débil en comparación a otros futuros gobernantes, su bondadoso corazón era al mismo tiempo su debilidad, aquella misma le obligó a entregarse en cuerpo y alma con tal de asegurar la seguridad de los sobrevivientes, incluyendo a sus propios padres que estaban al borde de la muerte cuando les encontró entre las llamas. “¿Quería verme, su Majestad?” pregunta, dando unos suaves golpes en la puerta de roble para hacerle saber que había llegado a la hora acordada. [ @mikrokosmcs ]

#VINE CON MIS TRES NEURONAS Y LA CANCIÓN DE ELLOS PARA INSPIRARME(?) #no supe si hacerlo antes de su intento de escape o después(?) #enfin MIRA QUE LINDO ES. MI OMEGA SHIKITOOOO ;; #no sabe lo que le espera DIGO(?) #( dialogue: lee hanbin ) #mikrokosmcs #si te quieres extender no hay drama my love <3 #lo hice así para comenzar ehehe 👀

[parasocialitevn]

I got a fever 🤒. Does eden like to massage mc?

"Of course! Gladly! You can count on me, darling~!

Oh, you poor thing...! Are you sure you don't want anything else? I'll do anything you ask of me to help your recovery, I swear it~!"

She'll even get a nurse outfit while she dotes on you if you suggest it.

#asks #parasocialite vn #parasocialite #eden #just chatting with eden #a little modsu secret between me and the tag readers.... #...nurse outfits are kindaaa.... 👀 #ehehe

[booksandpaperss]

ficlet where it’s post season 3 (before the byers move tho) and mikes been secretly visiting the ruins of castle byers for both comfort and to feel miserable, and then one day when he’s there Will shows up not expecting him to be there at all and he’s just like

“…Mike?” rlly quietly and confused and they end up sitting and talking together for a little while

#ehehe #i have too many WIPs but 👀👀 #byler #byler tumblr #mike and will

[rainbowcrowley]

thinking about the cute waiter who brought my friends' and my food and drinks last week in some wetherspoons pub in london

#the chances that they are on tumblr are slim.. #but not zero ehehe #it was the wetherspoons near shepards bush station #the one in that shopping mall #👀 #addi.txt

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @thesingularityseries <3 | Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners @strangefable @nightbloodbix @nightwingshero @aceghosts @madparadoxum @g0dspeeed @trench-rot @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @euryalex @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @purplehairsecretlair @jinfromyarikawa @shegetsburned @clicheantagonist @locustandwildhoney @fourlittleseedlings @poisonedtruth @vampireninjabunnies-blog @cassietrn @wrathfulrook and anyone with something to share this week <3

I'm dropping bits and pieces from Chapter 9, this it the final WIP post on it before I post the whole thing sometime later this week.

After taking few minutes to shake off the sleep and what remained of the awful dream, Sabrina got up, her eyes focusing on their bags by the door. She knew it was time to stop avoiding the inevitable, so she picked them up and put them on the bed, methodically pulling out clothes and folding them in a dresser at the far end of the room. When Savannah's things were neatly sorted away, she moved onto her own bag, opening the zipper and taking out garments until something made her freeze and blink in confusion. What the fuck. The lacy bralette John had picked up back in her room and joked about was now in her hands, when she had put it back into her underwear drawer. To make things worse, tucked between a pair of jeans further down into the bag was what he probably deemed as the matching panties. No way. There was only one explanation, and she laughed at the ridiculous idea, until she remembered his lack of boundaries and how he was on his own in her room for a short while. But why would you even… She thought back to what she could only describe as lust filled looks he had given her then, how he always managed to invade her personal space. Thinking I'm putting these on? Watch me burn them in the fireplace, Seed.

[John is a broody boy and misses dinner because he's conflicted af]

She was set on catching him as he came home, on not letting him sneak off without getting anwers. Even if she fell asleep on the couch, it was a better alternative than waking Savannah up with her reoccurring nightmare. As she waited she took her time to snoop around the living room, shooting another look of disgust at the portrait of Joseph. Something that kept tempting her since her arrival was a landline that was placed on a side table there. With her sister fast asleep she took the chance and picked up the receiver. Who do I even call? Sabrina didn't have many numbers memorized, aside from her ex-partner's number in Portland and her precinct's, The Spread Eagle's since Joey regularly ordered food from it for the Sheriff's Department and the one of the jail her mother was serving her time at. She knew she could depend on Leslie to believe her and get outside help, that he would go as far as finding a way to storm the County even with the lockdown Eden's Gate was enforcing. She took a deep breath and dialed his number, but the line refused to connect.

"Fuck. Why did I even think it would work?", she whispered, then set on punching in the bar's digits next. The same thing happened again, making her huff in frustration. Then another strange number that was haphazardly jotted down at the the phone itself caught her eye. "What do we have here?", she stared at it in curiosity and before she could stop herself she dialed it. Seconds passed by that put her on edge, making her question her choice as she feared who would pick up and wondered if she should hang up. Instead an automated voice finally responded, "You have one new message from September, 4th." "Voicemail, thank fuck.", she released the breath she was holding and held the receiver to her ear as the machine prompted the caller to leave a message after the tone. The voice she heard next spread goosebumps over her skin, an awful reminder of the arrest and the constant nightmare that haunted her. "After all the Atonements, all the Confessions, all that you've done for me and Eden's Gate is not enough, is it, John? I worry what has gotten into you since the Reaping had started. You ignore my calls, anytime I reach out to you I'm met with Mathias on the other side instead, telling me you're busy. It's the urges again, isn't it? You have to cast away your past, John. You need to open up your heart, you need to see that there is more love all around you. All the pain and suffering you spread will not help us in the long run. These actions will only feed the sin inside you. It will grow stronger, it will convince you to do wicked things. Those you scar too deeply, they will heal, they will become carriers of your sin. They will spread that sin to others. I've seen your death in a vision, you are destined to be slayed by your own sin. It will come back around in a new form, it's only a matter of when. I've seen you die young, I've seen you die old. The difference between the two outcomes is how much love you let into your heart. I pray that you hear these words before it's too late. I want to see you become an old man in the Paradise we prepared for. I love you brother." Joseph's voice faded away, replaced by the automated one, "Press 1 to listen to the message again. To delete the message, press 2." Sabrina put down the receiver back in its place, leaning against the table as her mind ran over what she had just heard. "What the hell…", she sighed. She doubted John had listened to the message. What worried her more was the fact Joseph seemed suspicious of his brother's behavior. "If it's so damn important, why leave it in a voicemail, Joseph?", she gritted out. Sabrina wanted to laugh at Joseph's hypocrisy masked as concern. His tone, the ultimatums, subtle guilting, all sounded way too familiar to her. He wanted John to let love into his heart, yet he was enabling him in his quest of hurting others. The Project's pointless torture he called "Confessions", was the reason he almost had died on that road that very morning, she doubted Charlie would be the last one to go after him for revenge. If Joseph wanted someone to blame, he didn't have to look far. "And Savannah is now in the middle of it all.", she bit her lip, the frustration making her restless. Joseph's warnings were a cryptic mess, hinting at someone's arrival. She had no doubt if he ever finds out about her visions, he'd declare her to be that person, convince John she would cost him his life, when she had seen him alive as disaster struck, the event his brother predicted as "The Collapse". "You're going to live, Seed. I'm going to make sure of it, then your brother will show his true face. His type always do eventually." She didn't delete the voicemail, instead retreated back to the couch and wrapped a blanket around herself. It was way past midnight when she heard the front door open and quiet footsteps carrying towards the stairs. John was either set on ignoring her completely or hadn't noticed her sitting in the dimly-lit living room.

After the realization he missed Sabrina and looking into her phone, John threw himself into Confessions even harder, convincing himself at one point he'd manage to exorcise her out of his thoughts. He found himself making Wyatt bring in Sinner after Sinner until 12 am rolled around. By then he could tell the man was exhausted and quite suspicious at the urgency he was showcasing. His people were used to him burying himself in work prior to Sabrina's arrival, but never really to that extreme, so he wrapped up the last Confession for the day reluctantly. He parted ways with Wyatt and after cleaning up and picking up his things, John got into a truck and headed back to the Ranch. On his way over he contemplated if sleeping on the couch at his office like he'd done so many times before was a better idea, but he was aching for a shower and his own bed for once. He hoped Sabrina would be asleep, that she would have taken the hint, and keep her distance. He didn't want to face her, not that night, not when no matter how much he tried to focus on the Sinners in his chair, thoughts of her poured back in little by little until he felt like he was drowning.Until the Confessions became the distraction while she turned into the main thing occupying his mind.

John parked the truck, releasing Mathias from his post for the night, the man gave him a strange look as he passed him on the way to the front door. Bennett knew his moods well after working together for years, so he left with a simple "Goodnight". He stepped inside, navigating the living room in the darkness, moonlight and memories of the layout guiding him to the stairs, to the safety of his room. "You're here.", her voice stopped him in his tracks, the one thing he had been yearning to hear the whole day, instead of Hartley's whiny voice or the Sinners' neverending screams as he released their sins. John's lack of response didn't discourage Sabrina. "I have a feeling you're ignoring me for some unknown to me reason, but I don't deal with situations like that, John.", she sighed, "You told me we'd go over the fine details of the deal, so let's talk like adults. And… Savannah waited for you at dinner." John stole a glance her way, memorizing the way her gray hair picked up the faint light from the windows as she sat on the couch. She looked almost illusory. A part of him wished she'd disappear and take the urges with her. "You gonna reply at some point or am I as good as talking to a wall here, or maybe one of the taxidermy animals? Scary fuckers." He couldn't help a smirk from emerging on his face at her undying wit, still he kept his silence, gripping the railing, while his feet remained rooted at the spot, unwilling to move. He had no idea how long he stayed like that until he heard Sabrina let out another disappointed sigh as she got up from the couch. Her footsteps nearing him, anticipation raising in him at her approach, at the unknown. What are you up to, Deputy? She simply breezed past him, her own feet hitting the first step, as she said, "Fine, play your childish games on your own, Seed. Goodnight."

He wasn't holding the railing anymore, instead grabbing her hand as she passed him and turning her around until she was facing him, one step above him, bringing them to the same eye level. John's gaze drank her in hungrily: running over the tight blank tank top that hugged her form and matching sleep pants she was wearing all in contrast to her fair skin. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in soft waves, her tattoo was peaking out under the straps, teasing him. His fingers were still wrapped around her wrist, her pulse beating against them, picking up as the seconds passed. "Sabrina.", it was the first thing he had said since entering the ranch. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, as they searched his. "So you do speak… Can we move onto full sentences next? I'm kind of on my way to bed." John's gaze shifted to her forearm, the sight of a bandage making him smile. He felt pride at the fact she had listened to him and taken care of the wound. "Okay, this is officially awkward.", Sabrina pursed her lips, the move drawing his attention to them. His free hand grabbed a piece of her hair, wrapping it around his fingers, her breath hitching as he said, "Kept you waiting again, didn't I?" She shook her head, "Nope, you're not doing this again. I have questions, John. I'm not in the mood for whatever game you're playing." He couldn't help but smile at the fire in her gaze, "Tomorrow, Deputy, we're both exhausted." "How do I know you will keep that promise? I left you a plate, you know. Even though you didn't show up." Her words held a note of disappointment while her face remained passive. "I'm sorry." "Do you mean that, or is this another act?" Sabrina wasn't holding back, her eyes shining in conviction. "I mean it, Sabrina." "Why are you avoiding me?" "Just doing us both a favor." The cryptic reply made her roll her eyes, "You're just going to keep doing this, eh? Fine, one last thing. Did you pack things for me while I was gone from the room?" John raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion while knowing full well she was talking about the lacy number he had shoved into the duffel bag, but he wasn't going to incriminate himself. Sabrina ripped her hand out of his grip, shaking her head, "Let me guess, you have no idea what I'm talking about?" "Yes.", he challenged. "You're unbeliavable. First chance I get, I'm throwing them in that fancy fireplace of yours, John." "Now that would be a shame." "I thought you didn't know what I meant? Are you getting rusty, Mr. hotshot lawyer? Losing track of your claims?", her lips curved into a triumphant smirk. "I assure you, Sabrina, nothing is rusty about me." She rolled her eyes and took a few steps up, holding the railing for security while she was still facing him, anticipating he might try to stop her from retreating again, when there was enough distance between them and no indication for anything nefarious, she turned her back, headed to her own room. As she made it on the second floor she called out, "We're talking tomorrow, Seed. I'm holding you to it." "Wouldn't expect anything else, Deputy." Good, walk away, before I do something we both regret. He waited until he heard her door close before he climbed upstairs too, preparing himself for another night where she would reign over his dreams, wearing allure like a second skin. Promising all kinds of sinful things if he just gives in. Daring him to forego Eden.

Bonus scene because I know y'all love Savannah.

"Where did he go?" To his bunker. But saying that would raise even more questions, instead she replied by simply saying, "He had some business to take care of. He's a lawyer, you know, boring adult things." Torture. Kidnapping. Murder. Running a cult. Checking crimes off his list at a rate that would make him into any lawyer's worst nightmare. Hell, he'd probably represent himself. Just boring adult things. Savannah giggled, "Does he wear an actual suit?"

#Sabrina narrating: “these were in fact the wrong pants; fool.” #should she burn the set? YES or NO; argue in the tags :D #would John's men be throwing him an intervention soon? probably; maybe even dunk him in the river to cool off #i so had to include that Joseph voicemail from the ranch #Leslie breadcrumbs eheh 👀 #wip whenever #wip weekend #tagged <3 #wip: in hope of tomorrow #oc: sabrina donovan #john x sabrina #john seed x female deputy #ship: the diviner and the baptist #john seed x sabrina donovan #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #ocs #original characters #wip stuff #wip snippet #dialogue snippet #my ships #wip #wip excerpt

[dionysus2xborn]

me trying to trigger myself back into having nightmares just to write more authentically as my Nigel by reading the Homer/Virgil before bed every night?... more likely than you think.

#for more context I have a lot of hcs for Nigel and Henry in the crossover as well as Henry’s hc fic where they have them #and the intrusive thoughts actually buuuut i cant control those so it's different shhhhh i mean health is so relative like most things #Nigel’s is of ‘past lives’ part of his psychosis and why he barely sleeps #murderous intent #nigel colbie #like minds #like minds (2006) #like minds 2006 #the secret history #alex forbes #tsh #henry winter #richard papen #francis abernathy #crossover #i mean how else am i to get such vivid imagery of living in those times?... my imagination?... pffttt thats for fantasies only bbi... well #I love suffering….👀🫶🏻😅for the craft for ughh the fandom of course ehehe for the art of it obviously only in that way #ehehehe 😓😅🥴😈👀🫣so yeah been trying to get them vivid nightmares again for past life stuff that he dreams up for them

[entomolog-t]

Day 9’s coming up… any chance you’ll let me send some fanart your way?

you probably already know which character of yours I’m thinking of >:)

THA ANSWER IS YES 😭💕

#EHEHE #IM FLATTER AF #👀 #DHEURURJSKD