#//silly lil thread

[truly-quirkless]

"I'm certain, young Shinsou. I will keep watch while you two rest." If anyone wanted to hold detention, he'd ask them to use another classroom today. Oh, the minor abuses of his power... "...rest well."

He yawns, though he doesn't lay down until he's sure the other has fallen asleep. And only then does he release his hold. He rubs his eyes, glancing at the other adult in the room with tired eyes. "Wanted to help Mx Fin,,, they've helped me before,, so I wanted to help them,,"

He smiles the faintest bit, settling into the blankets with a soft sigh of a sound. "Are,, you really sure it's okay for me to nap too,,?" He's already half asleep as he asks, his words cut off with another yawn.

[lunamothghost]

Lineup for my p5!boatem au that I'm trying to develop, they're here to steal hearts and costumers

my prev drawings on this au are here!

[terrorbitch]

open to: f - 21+ plot: ghostface has been terrorizing your muse’s friend group... maybe the secret killer (max) knows your muse somehow (boyfriend, ex boyfriend, friend’s brother, legit anything you can think of) and your muse has figured it out. or they haven’t, and they’re just wild and wanna fuck ghostface? lmfao idk make it make sense. vibes in the source.

notes: this is written in legacy but if you want it reposted in beta, lmk!

the fun thing about wearing a mask was the fact that no one knew who he was. always becoming a little more deranged with each kill. the group of friends weren’t all gone, of course, and his favourite he was going to leave until last. maybe it was a bait, but apparently she thought it would be smart to throw a house party in the middle of it all. such an easy way for max to sneak away, throw on the mask, and begin terrorizing the guests. people swore they saw him, but he hadn’t focused on them. drunken fear was just that... drunken. so, when he was ‘caught’ in the bathroom with the object of his desires.... it sort of made sense what happened next. pulling his knife up, he had intended on playing a kind of game with her... no intention of killing her. but instead of running off scared, she was getting on her knees, looking up at him. daring to reach forward. “...what do you think you’re doing?” the voice was muffled by the mask, but he had hesitated. with the direction things were going, he was surprised at the stir within his pants.

[alacritysparked]

Send me 💭 for a blog headcanon that came from our interactions.

[qeyond]

Y'all pleeeeease look at these scrunkly little thread dolls I made when I was in 10th grade I'm crying

[fizzarollitm]

y'all like my lil jester huh

[astarab1aze]

@suizokukans - for kiyoshi!

Vayn had never been to a maid cafe before. He thought the idea a bit... flagrant, that someone should don frilly garb as if a costume and parade around as a dutiful thing at the beck and call of strangers, as maids would be, under the Red Hand (although, they were the ones who were often fed on). No, all his experience was quite with the Red Hand alone, a spoiled and wealthy prince then but no more. Now, he was but another man, curiously poking his nose in, drawn in by pink and black and the promise of sweetly smelling pastries.

Unfortunately for him, however, they were closed, and whichever employee remained was likely preparing for the next morning, or locking all the doors and putting things away. He couldn't swan in if the door was locked, so he chose, instead, to loiter, watching idly as folks of all stripes passed him by. Japan was an interesting place, to say the least, and certainly beyond Chimachi's hidden limits within Tokyo. There was no magic here, at least not yet, and perhaps that was a good thing for the moment. No sorciers to finger him for a vampire where he ought not be.

All he wanted was a bite! A little nibble of something sweet to begin his evening, just as the last rays of sunlight sunk beneath the horizon. Oh, but he was losing hope. His only option now was to bother the man inside, once it was his time to leave, and he would do so politely! Sweetly! It wasn't blood he was after, but cupcakes and other human confections. Surely that would be doable, right?

And when his opportunity finally came, when the man scurried out of the cafe, he was there to greet him with a pleasant smile and a few words. "Oh, pardon me, darling, I don't mean to be in your way, but perhaps you could humor me for a spell... You see, I'm a bit of a night owl and it seems I might've made it here too late, but I was hoping you might have a cupcake or two to spare?"

[quietlyblooms]

this was supposed to be an ask response but well :' )) it went off the rails, so @1punch gets a separate thing instead!!

chiyo doesn't see saitama for a few weeks after her recovery.

she doesn't see anyone for a few weeks, too busy with work and pretending as if she isn't purposely taking on a heavier load to keep it that way. the more chiyo works, the less time she has to think, the less time she has to remember. the more chiyo works, the less likely it is that someone close to her will ask how she's doing when they must know she can't be doing well. they just want her to admit it and confide in them; they just want to be the ones to save her from the storm cloud that hangs above her head.

well, chiyo doesn't want to be saved. she doesn't think she particularly deserves it. anyone might say she did all she could, that she saved lives in the end, and she shouldn't allow the death of a villain to weigh upon her, but it doesn't change what happened. chiyo failed her friend, and she failed her long before her death. no one understands that, only thinks of the wounds she suffered. she's sick of it, sick of their reassurance, sick of---

she's sick of being in the hospital.

a stern doctor chiyo is all too familiar with leaves her with strict instructions to rest and a huffy, " you're lucky i didn't call your parents. " saitama makes eye contact with her briefly before she's resting her face in her hands. she is lucky that they called her friend at her request rather than her family, even if it isn't much better to make saitama worry. the first time he sees her in weeks, and it's in the hospital, looking as if she's been chewed up and spat out. that isn't fair to him.

when she intentionally worked herself ragged, chiyo didn't consider how it would affect her job or the people around her. she didn't expect to pass out, and new guilt rests heavily in the pit of her stomach, settling uncomfortably with what she's felt the last month.

this could have been much worse. she could have passed out during a fight, jeopardized someone's safety. she can't keep doing this.

" 'm sorry, saitama, " chiyo mutters behind her hands before she's running them through her hair and allowing them to drop to the edge of the mattress she sits on. she can't meet his eyes again, can't manage a convincing smile. " i shouldn't be troublin' you with this, but the doc wasn't gonna let me go without callin' someone, and my parents... well, they're already a bit much to handle right now. " she should give them a break -- they nearly lost their daughter. a pause, heavy with hesitation and words she doesn't know how to say, and chiyo sighs.

" thank you for this. "

[irritablepoe]

What if I screamed and punched and sent an assassin after my dad?

[greedbent]

rises from the ashes just to remind everyone that kaz is a pathetic simp when he has feelings for someone so pls don't be too intimidated by him

externally he looks like he's about to commit about 5986485 crimes of the murdery variety (and probably is), but internally he will always just be consumed with so much love and appreciation for That PersonTM . . . it's almost disgusting tbh

he's literally the concept of a cat

pretends he wants nothing to do with you cold shoulder most of the time gets annoyed when you bother him

but also . . . ? goes out of his way to be in the same room as you gets jealous when you give someone else attention/affection kills and maims for you (basically no one messes with you)

side note: he's 100% aware he is undeserving of affection and love in return, so he's honestly not pursuing anything when he knows the person he cares about is "too good for him" (＾▽＾)

[omniishambles]

   A screech pierced the hustle and bustle of the dockside, a spider monkey making off with a prize in its tiny hand. It bounded towards a man in a large hat, leaping to his shoulder in one effortless motion. Jack was a nimble little pet, very useful, and a better replacement for his namesake. But often just as cheeky.

   Barbossa turned, hearing the inevitable pacing of someone who’d just been robbed by a monkey coming right towards him. He’d only been ashore for ten minutes and already trouble was drawing in, though it depended on the mood of the figure hurrying towards him, he supposed. 

      “Never wise...losin’ your wits in a place such as this. It surely leads to other things goin’ astray.” Barbossa remarked, looking the victim of Jack’s theft up and down. The monkey sat dutifully on his shoulder, and when Barbossa raised a casual hand, Jack handed over the item immediately.

   Though the captain made no move to hand it back just yet.

      “If ye want to keep your head in Tortuga, it’s best to be out of the clouds, first.”

[breathinginsulfur]

Really interesting how qsmp updates decided to randomly make a status thread for all of the eggs 🤔…

[mvnces]

The wolf had been keeping track of the other for the last couple of minutes — Listening to him rustle around a couple feet away and only straightening when the other was actively moving away. He was quick to catch Kurjak's chin between his thumb and forefinger. Gently nudging it up so their eyes met as a smile curled at his lips. "Are you going to be good for me, darlin'?" He was playing dirty to get Kurjak to behave, apparently. / @kurjaks for funsies <3

[humanitysong]

"me? worth 60 billion in bounty? nono, you got it all wrong. that's vash my... my brother ! right. we are triplets: knives, vash and me, eriks" if this works he's the luckiest man on the planet ( for once ).

[stormyy-bluezz01]

"hey, could you get me some toilet paper? we've run out" "as the prophecy foretold!!"

"hey, could you get me some toilet paper? we've run out" "so... it has come to this"

"hey, could you get me some toilet paper? we've run out" "...it's just like in my dream!"

Things you can say in response to literally anything, when you have nothing else to say:

As the prophecy foretold.

But at what cost?

So let it be written; so let it be done.

So…it has come to this.

That’s just what he/she/they would’ve said.

Is this why fate brought us together?

And thus, I die.

…just like in my dream…

Be that as it may, still may it be as it may be.

There is no escape from destiny.

Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen.

In this economy?

…and then the wolves came.

[cornflowershade]

i have an eclipse hoodie now!!! 🥺💕