#// …. teehee

[pillowenvelopchair]

@danwylds

if you ever feel safe please remember that im out there

[h0use-fly]

whatever

[friedri-ce]

can u tell ur angel fellows i said haiiiii.... all extra i's included

they also say hi... well most of them!!

[miwachan2]

This is definitely what happened, right?

Kinda brain rotting over @muzzlemouths (Don't) Fear the Reaper AU a little bit, so ofc I had to make more fanart UwU

Link to the fic -> LINKY LINK LINK!

Auido

[palimpsessed]

COC, day 4: Daydreaming

“…I used to dream about becoming a footballer someday—or that my parents, my real parents, were going to come back for me … My dad would be a footballer. And my mum would be some posh model type. And they’d explain how they’d had to give me up because they were too young for a baby, and because his career was on the line.”

[joffyworld]

Discarded Figurines and a Crack in the Mirror

There's a crack in the mirror,

One small crack in the visage,

There's a fault running it's way,

Through this shattered, broken image.

There's a blank slate where the truth should be,

They tell me that it's natural,

But when I close my eyes he-

He reaches out, but my mind is a jungle;

I cut at the weeds, the vines that obscure,

I slash through the trees, the rinds and allures,

I focus on him, but it's never enough.

There's a crack in the mirror,

And the mirror,

Cracks us.

I hear the stage music aloud,

I stuff and I thread,

I throw on a smile for the crowd,

Lest they sense my true dread.

Focus on the shiny things,

Their pretty little glimmers,

Just focus on the pretty dreams,

Ignore the truths mirrors.

Hear the crowd, oh how they love you!

But it's never quite the same

As the pain that remains:

How it seers, how it jeers,

How it cajoles the truth out,

How it rings through your ears.

It ruins what it touches and it has touched your true soul,

You'll never know true peace,

'Till you're in pieces:

For the show.

I have no mouth left,

No voice and no time,

She took what I could've used,

Then used me for a mime.

She's taken my family,

The family that falls,

Apart at the seams,

And claws at the walls.

For freedom's a dream;

An illusion of hope,

Look deep into the glass,

The mirrors and the smoke.

There's little chance left,

To escape using might.

So we sit and wait here,

For our chance to take flight.

I'm a worm on a string,

Just a small, useless thing.

Discarded, now regarded as a piece of this ring.

The showmaster calls,

The puppeteer makes me her thrall:

My joints, aches and pains,

They serve to enthrall;

The sweet naïve masses,

The fools with their families.

We were a family, once happy.

Now the looking glass,

Looks tragically.

There's a hole where my mind should be,

There's a pit where once stood:

A brother, a lover, a chance to do good,

A fighter, a dreamer, a person nonetheless.

So why is it when I see,

Those doors I feel pressed?

To escape! To run freely!

Is there a part of me left?

That she hasn't devoured and controlled to dissect?

I can't leave them here, it's not fair, it's not right!

But every day we spend here,

Is a day that the mirror,

Shows fright.

The mirror is a cruel thing,

The mirror tells no lies,

The mirror shows the truth yet in the mirror lies the guise,

The performers are yet mournful, the mirror shows their ties,

To each brother, to each other, to each sister within their lives.

The mirror shows the fake allure, the picture it does paint:

Is one of joy and happiness,

But that happiness disguises hate.

So look inside the mirror,

What is it that you see?

Where once belied a paradise, now lies these broken dreams.

The bones and corpse of prophecy, they falter to portend -

The ending of this tragedy,

Whether the mirror,

Meets her end...

(Based on @bloos-bloo's ToyBox au)

[honestlydarkprincess]

WIP Wednesday!

tagged by the lovely @bekkachaos, @spotsandsocks, @eddiebabygirldiaz

have a lil bit of let's fuck up the friendship or the buddie fwb fic :3 now, have i shared this before? probably! but if you recognize it, just pretend you don't cause i got nothing else<3

When Eddie woke up it was a gradual thing. He slowly became aware of the warmth along his back and the arm pillowed under his head. He snuggled against Buck behind him, feeling more content than he had in a very, very long time. Buck’s soft snores told him that he was still asleep and Eddie contemplated what he wanted to do next. Did he want to sneak out of bed and go get them breakfast? Or would that chance Buck waking up alone and thinking that Eddie left? No, okay that wasn’t a good idea then. Maybe he could make Buck breakfast in bed? He wasn’t a great cook but he could manage breakfast.

Before he could decide he felt more than heard Buck groan behind him, his arm tightening around Eddie’s stomach where it had stayed all night, keeping Eddie snug against him. “I can practically hear you thinking,” Buck murmured, his breath warm on Eddie’s neck. “Are you freaking out?”

“No, I was wondering what you wanted for breakfast,” Eddie said back, keeping his voice just as soft as Buck.

“Hmm, I want pancakes,” Buck said, slowly pulling away from Eddie in order to stretch. He groaned as his joints popped before curling back up against Eddie.

“We’re going to have to get out of bed if you want pancakes,” Eddie laughed, although he made no move to do just that.

Buck made a sound of disgust. “But I’m comfortable,” He whined, smushing his face in the back of Eddie’s neck.

Eddie chuckled and reached behind him, gently petting Buck’s hair as best he could without looking. “We can always come back to bed after eating, you know that right?”

“Yeah, but that means getting out of bed in the first place,” Buck said playfully.

“C’mon, babe,” Eddie murmured, turning over in Buck’s hold so they were face to face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Buck whispered back, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. “Now it’s a good morning.”

“Sap,” Eddie rolled his eyes, nudging Buck’s shoulder, but he was smiling, happiness shining on his face. “Breakfast?”

Buck sighed dramatically but got out of bed, grumbling the whole time about ‘hot dudes telling him what to do.’

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @lonelychicago, @monsterrae1, @father-salmon, @underwaterninja13

@beyourownanchor6, @rathockey, @userautumn, @useramor, @usersiren

@piningbuddies, @outdiaz, @devirnis, @vanmarkus, @sleepywinchesters

@maygrantgf, @remembertheskittles, @anti-homophobia-cheese, @exhuastedpigeon, @fear0phobia

@thiamsxbitch, @fruchtfliege, @ksbbb, @hemlocksandfoxgloves

[ashertickler]

asher when he's doing admin or budgeting or whatever tf david needs him to do for the business

This is Sadie. She's having a rough day. It turns out sometimes you actually get the jobs you apply for.

[vulpixisananimal]

Jinn: Any comment on the person using you as a weapon?

[drugbinges]

updating Da Jacket ♪(´ε｀ )

[anashidayukan]

Played around with the cropping and stuff so you can see them better (I totally understand you Ford, completely)

[monster-kind]

☕🌙

models by the lovely lovely @abittybones

[keypaws]

hey do your hips lie?

what?? wdym is this a shakira ref—

*begins to relentlessly tickle hips*

YO WTF NO—AAGAGAAHAHAHHH

[larz-barz]

here’s Kitari’s redesign !!

lore drop time 🥰

So Kitari was raised in a very wealthy family that expected her to be no less than perfect. Anytime she’d mess up they would punish her in various ways, such as no food that night. She was absolutely terrified of her parents, so much to the point that even as a demon when she’d mess up she’d get scared that she’d be punished. One day, when she was 16 her parents got fed up with how much she’d make mistakes and they left her outside to be eaten by a demon. The demon king, Muzan Kibutsuji, found her and turned her into a demon then ate her parents. When Kitari woke up from her transformation she was shocked to find that she was a demon now. She was, understandably, very hungry so she searched for anything that would be appetizing. She found a beautiful field of flowers near her family’s mansion and she discovered that she could freeze them with her bda and eat them. Around a year after becoming a demon she meets Zeno Arakawa (@kimetsu-chan’s oc and my fictional husband) and they fall in love not long after meeting. Kitari and Zeno move in together and she helps him complete his missions. One day, Kitari was taking care of Zeno when he was sick, she ended up getting sick from the heat that she endured while taking care of him, and due to her delirium she went outside into the sunlight and started to burn. Zeno quickly got her inside and she recovered. After this, they discovered that Kitari had conquered the sun!

[loki-hargreeves]

thanks for reading and sharing, love ❤😈

In Another Life

Pairing: TVA!Loki x Reader (I tried to write it as a gn!reader) Warnings/Tags: angst, mentions of death (nothing graphic), Loki is a bit emo, romantic relationship Word Count: 1.8k Summary: PROMPT: wrong timing // When working with the TVA, Loki certainly doesn't expect to run into you. Especially after what he thought was a final goodbye. A/N: Using this prompt list by @ivystoryweaver . It's been too long since I last wrote for Loki so I'm going back to my roots with this one 🎃

Earth...2011....Timeline???

Loki steps out of the bright orange portal, straightening his suit jacket as he takes in his surroundings. It's definitely Midgard, or Earth as Mobius would call it. By the looks of it, they're in an alleyway somewhere and it's supposed to be 2011. If this timeline is anything like Loki's original timeline, he should be safe to roam these streets without people freaking out.

"So... we're looking for a needle in a haystack," Mobius sighs and rests his hand on his hip. The man glances at the device in his hand, one that's supposed to lead them to the temporal anomaly.

"I doubt it'll be more challenging than when we were looking for Sylvie," Loki smiles tightly. He is confident in his skills to track down the anomaly and figure out what's really going on in this timeline.

Mobius simply shrugs and looks at the end of the alleyway, into the town that is basking in sunlight, "maybe you're right."

"You know I'm right," Loki corrects him and takes the lead, walking out of the shady alleyway. They have a job to do.

It doesn't take very long for Loki to realize that this place is familiar, too familiar. After walking around town for a few moments, he knows it's not just his imagination. This is where he met you, in another timeline of course. All those years ago.

When Loki was younger, before Thor's attempted coronation and all that, he used to sneak through these portals that even Heimdall couldn't see. One of them would lead to Midgard, to this very town. At first, it had been fun, mostly something he did out of curiosity. Exploring the realm without being watched. Loki had been intrigued by people and their customs.

Then he had met you.

To this day, the Trickster's heart swells at the shared memories. To think the god of mischief had fallen for a mortal. If Thor or his friends had found out, Loki would've never heard the end of it. Looking back now, something like that would've been the least of his worries.

The few years you had spent together were brief yet some of the best years of his existence. You had fallen for him, not knowing he was a god, a prince or any of that. No, you fell for Loki for who he was. Saw the sides of him he kept hidden from everyone. And in return, Loki had seen just how wonderful humanity could be. How you, as an individual, made him believe in love. Selfless, real, passionate love.

Then Loki had trusted you with the truth. For a while, everything had been beautiful. No one on Asgard knew the prince was sneaking off to Midgard to see this mortal, and no one on Earth knew or tried to come between you. It had been just the two of you and nothing else mattered.

It's why Loki feels a mixture of overwhelming emotions swirling within him as he walks the familiar streets. It may be in another timeline and things could very well be different here, but many things look exactly the same. Everywhere he looks is a memory that unveils from the depths of his mind. He swears he tried ice cream from that shop once after you insisted he'd like it. You had been right of course.

"Weird…" Mobius mutters, his eyes glued to the device. "We're getting closer to it. It ain't moving at all," He explains and points at the red dot on the screen.

"Perhaps the anomaly is asleep?" Loki suggests, trying to figure out why it isn't moving. Something doesn't feel quite right though.

"Well they won't see us coming, that's for sure."

Loki just nods, too occupied with other things to even respond properly. Is it a coincidence that the anomaly has led them here? To a place so important to Loki?

Soon enough, Loki and Mobius are looking out to a field behind some houses. The sun is beginning to set, painting everything it touches with a golden hue. It's beautiful, just as Loki remembers it. That field out there is perhaps too familiar. By now, he's concerned about the coincidences. If the anomaly has anything to do with you, Loki isn't sure how he'd handle himself.

Do you even exist in this timeline?

A lump forms in his throat as Loki thinks about it. He had to say goodbye to you once already, over a decade ago. It might not be a long time for a being such as him, but a decade without you has already felt like a lifetime. Time is cruel, especially to mortals. What is even crueler is fate who had decided that the brief time you were promised in the first place would be cut so much shorter.

Loki had come to see you one last time without knowing it was the last. You hadn't been well. It was both a blessing and a curse that there had been enough time to say goodbye yet it had been the hardest thing Loki had done. Holding you, telling you how much you meant to him and promising you that he would find a way to cure you. That he would bring you to Asgard and make everything better, knowing damn well there was nothing that could be done. Now all these years later he can only hope that he had told you what you wanted and needed to hear before your time was up. Was it the right or wrong thing to do to create false hope? Did you know?

"What's going on?" Mobius asks with worry, noticing that Loki froze up. He knows Loki well enough by now to know when something's not quite right.

"This place," Loki shakes his head and decides to slip out a hint of truth without revealing too much, "I've been here before."

The wind plays with the flowers growing out on the fields, carrying the sweet late summer scent with it. There's a few people out there, some on a picnic as others read in the shade that the trees offer nearby. Everything about the scene seems serene. Once upon a time, Loki had been out there with you watching the stars. You loved his stories about all the places he had been. Loki recalls how deeply curious you were about the universe and all the beings living here.

"Do you think that's a coincidence?" Mobius asks with growing concern. Sure, Loki has been to a lot of places, he's a century old being but this still seems fishy. For all the places an anomaly could be hiding in.

Before Loki can answer, he sees someone.

There you are.

Healthy, living and breathing. You're in that shirt he remembers you loving so much because it had been a gift from a friend. You're walking down a path, on your way home presumably. That smile, so sweet and happy, is powerful enough to hit Loki's soul like a punch to the gut.

According to the TVA device, it's 2011. In Loki's timeline, you never saw 2011 yet in this timeline you're smiling and safe. Walking home as if nothing bad has ever happened at all.

Loki holds his breath, unable to peel his eyes off of you. There's only a few dozen feet between you and him but it feels like an ocean. After a decade of mourning you, to see your face like this is surreal. Even for him. Only now does the multiverse and multiple timelines feel like a reality. He's being hit in the face with the cold, hard truth that in other timelines everything can be so familiar yet so different all at once.

Mobius follows Loki's gaze, quickly noticing what has taken his friend's breath away. He has read Loki's file a million times so of course he recognizes you. Or rather this version of you. You're the one that got away, the last piece of happiness in Loki's life before the 'downfall' as some call it.

"Um... if you're wondering, they're not the anomaly," Mobius is the first one to speak, just trying to be reassuring. The device shows that the anomaly isn't moving so it can't possibly be you as you stroll down a path.

Loki nods, unsure if he should be relieved or disappointed.

"Of course," he clears his throat and takes a deep breath. It's surprisingly difficult to find his words in this moment. Then Loki looks back at you as the path brings you closer. With each step, his heart begins to race like crazy. What is he supposed to do? Should he say something? Would you recognize him?

You notice the two men just standing there, in strange brown suits. One of them in particular seems struck by the sight of you. Strangely, he doesn't scare you. He's cute.

"Hi," You smile at him as you walk past the man. Perhaps you look like someone he knows? That is the only sensible explanation that comes to mind. Not that you think of it too much, as they are just strangers.

Loki is frozen. You walk right past him. For better of for worse, you have no idea who he is. That kills that tiny piece of hope Loki felt in that moment, that hope that he can't deny no matter how hard he tries. After all this time, he still misses you. He's still trying to fix everything.

"Hey," he manages after a while, unsure if you even hear it as you don't stop to talk. Of course, you don't have any reason to. It's not really you. In this timeline, this universe, this other you has places to be and see. As bittersweet as it is, Loki tries to find comfort in the fact that in another life, you get to live even if it's without him.

Mobius looks at the screen again. Suddenly the red dot vanishes. The temporal anomaly just jumped timelines.

"Darn it," He curses and puts the device down.

Loki doesn't question it. He wants to see you make your way home safely. A part of him wants to run after you, talk to you, get to know you all over again. But he can't. Loki is stuck to the ground like a statue and he knows deep down that another you can't replace what he knew existed in the past. Nor would it be right.

As you vanish into a building, Loki finally tears his eyes away. His eyes sting with the threat of tears. Somehow, in this moment, it feels like he's gone back to his own time when he had just said his final goodbye. Loki can't forget, no matter how much he wants to, when he came to visit you but you had already passed. He could bury you but not these emotions.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Mobius puts his hand on Loki's shoulder, trying to offer him support.

Loki just nods and tries so hard to toughen up. As if seeing another you didn't just shake him up from the core.

"It's alright," Loki insists, "where were we?"

Mobius doesn't buy it but he won't pry either. Loki will talk if he wants to talk.

"The anomaly jumped," Mobius reveals while tapping the device, "kinda weird timing if you ask me. Didn't move the entire time and-" Mobius hesitates, unsure how Loki would react if he spoke your name. He decides not to.

"It's like we were led here on purpose. For you to see..."

"I know," Loki quickly spits out, sensing that Mobius is being wary. He isn't stupid. He can't help but suspect something strange is going on as well. It can't be a coincidence that they were led to this timeline, chasing some anomaly who vanishes as soon as Loki saw you. Loki is the god of mischief after all and he can tell when he's being set up for something.

Then the question is, who is the anomaly and why would they bring them here?

A/N: Writing this made me feel like it was 2017 again when all I could do was write weird angsty Loki fics with no real plot, just yapping.

Also, I've been busy so for writober I'm using a bunch of prompt lists (some were for september) and I'm picking and choosing prompts instead of going day by day. It's helping me get out of my writer's block without too much pressure ❤