#? vaguely ig

[umem1ya]

umemiya looks absolutely disgusting when he knocks on your door, white shirt all stained and bruises everywhere — so uncharacteristically of him, but then, he smiles and that. that's entirely him.

"I'm back," he said, his voice hoarse when he forces words out, his grip on your door making his knuckles much whiter than his hair, and he chuckled lightly. this time, his voice is softer when he whispers, "I would never lie to you."

he has at least two broken bones in his body at the moment, ones he really felt at the time when he wasn't so overwhelmed by rage, but he still opens his arms as soon as he sees your eyes watering.

despite his mess, you still jump him for a hug. he still wraps his arms around you and brings his hand to your hair as you bury your face on his neck.

despite all odds, he never loses. not himself, not you or his way home.

[hey-its-tofu]

Layers of Red

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Unmaking the Heart of the World

Chapter Nineteen

Pairings: Darklina, Nikolina, Zoyalina

Post R&R, S&B redux, time loop AU, grief, angst, canon typical Darkling tantrums ✨

In one timeline Alina marries Nikolai and becomes queen of Ravka, but in another, she’s only just been brought to the Little Palace following the discovery of her powers.

[andstuffsketches]

[joke sketches on The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog: 1. The player character looking at sonic’s body, panicking and saying “oh no, what should I do? What would the conductor say??” They imagine the conductor, who gives the advice “Don’t eat the hors d’oeuvres, they’re for customers...” 2. the player character’s official art, edited to be my sonic-sona, a cyan bird with green glasses. 3. Shadow sneering and saying “and then I kicked their asses at Super Monkey Ball” 4. Tails saying the Angus McDonald quotes “I have a motto, and it’s ‘age ain’t no thing!” and “Now let’s fucking crack this thing wide open”]

I like the sonic murder game

[o-i-w-u]

hey mr brain why are you like this

[m0rbs]

I put them in the goddamn backrooms

Ok I’m talking about it.

Each of the environments they land in is rather curated to their personality to fuck with them in a very specific way.

Kirk gets stuck in a soft two story 21st century era house, and he cannot leave. He can go into the garden but can’t get over the fence. The house itself is a bit of an entity (think casita from encanto I guess but much subtler and far more jarring) and Kirk makes friends with it and also maybe becomes horribly mentally unstable so sometimes Bones can’t tell if the house is alive or if Jim’s just losing it.

Kirk gets stuck in a soft two story 21st century era house, and he cannot leave. He can go into the garden but can’t get over the fence. The house itself is a bit of an entity (think casita from encanto I guess but much subtler and far more jarring) and Kirk makes friends with it and also maybe becomes horribly mentally unstable so sometimes Bones can’t tell if the house is alive or if Jim’s just losing it.

Bones lands in a seemingly neverending maze of pools and mirrors, and scavenges what he can from empty public pool locker rooms. It sucks and he hates it but occasionally the environment feels bad about his poor meow meow vibes and procures a hospital stretcher to take a nap in. He finds Kirk eventually because he’s chased in the right direction by a fucked up beast in a torn up Starfleet uniform.

Spock’s location screws him up big time. It has way more genuine horror elements and dangers beyond environmental ones. He can’t really be called what he was before and was obviously the one that chased Leonard to Kirk’s location. Once they realize it’s him and Jim makes Bones push him out the front door because he can’t leave on his own, Jim goes “look! I fixed him!” but even Spock’s newly humanoid form is kind of horrifying.

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

sometimes, when you need to make an important contribution to science, that contribution is yourselves

[kokichis-dead-dove-club]

honestly, thank god for veterinarians

they really do the most

[paimt]

its just supervised phone calls like

in the wise words of stan himself: give me money

[laevateinn]

W H A T T H E F U C K ??????

[radiance1]

Danny often felt tired, as of late.

He wasn't certain as to why he did, though. It happened after his, apparent, coronation as the Prince of the Infinite Realms and after finally getting a boyfriend out of that damsel in distress who made him into one.

Which was unfortunate, because though he may try, it was very hard to pay attention on dates when Danny felt he just came from using the Ecto-Skeleton and no amount of sleep would make it go away. Fortunately, however, Billy was very understanding and accommodating of his plight, letting him sleep on him whenever he wanted and having their dates be less mentally/physically demanding things.

Man, Danny loved his boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he was away on one of his Justice League mission things.

Another thing he noticed, is that he liked to sleep in more cold places now. Very, very cold places.

So much so, that he genuinely debated moving to the Far Frozen if not for his parents turning his room into a literal walk-in freezer for him.

Did he ever find out why he needs to sleep so much? No, not really. But man.

Danny could go down for a nap right now.

---

Pariah was having a good, very good day.

He woke up, stretched, ate some food he didn't actually need to, did some light exercises after aeons of not using his sword and just fighting in general and sat down for some tea.

Even had a letter from the Master of Time with a P.S that two humans would be busting down his door!

Wait what-

"Ghost King!" Came the rather loud, effeminate shout accompanying the loud slam of his castle doors. "Where is our son!"

Honestly, Pariah is impressed by the lungs on that human.

"You heard her!" He looked down calmly at the... Actually, what in the infinite is that? Since when did humans go walking around with cannons??? "Tell us where our son is our so help me! Ghost King or not we'll exorcise you right where you stand!"

Pariah blinked slowly, very, very slowly.

Then took a sip of his favorite ghost blend then calmly placed the cup back down.

"You must be the boy's, human, parents I presume?" He asked calmly, gaze sweeping over them both. They seemed to be prepared for war, a burning fire in their eyes as they stared down the very King of Infinity and saw only an obstacle.

Oooooh, how that made the part of him that longed, sung for battle purr in sheer delight.

"Why don't you join me for tea?" He said, waving a hand and conjuring forth two extra, human sized, chairs on the opposing end of his table alongside two more tea cups. "And explain whatever is going on, while you're at it."

The two shared a glance between each other, then slowly lowered their weapons down to a point where they could still draw them at a moment's notice, yet not actively antagonizing the king at the same time-

Oh, he just loves these types of mortals.

-before slowly making their way to their seats, which were right next to each other of course. Married and whatnot.

"Tea?" He flicked a finger, filling their cups with the same that was in his cup but before remembering. "Ah, right. Human and your mortality." He casually mentioned, flicking his finger and changing the liquid to one of the few mortal blends he could still recall. "Worry not, for they are not poisoned." He chuckled lightly.

Honestly, doing such a thing would be beneath him, especially when faced with mortals of such fire.

"Now," He brought his cup to his lips. "Why don't you inform me as to what, exactly, has brought you to my doorstep prepared for battle?"

They, once more, exchanged a glance between each other, making sure the king was still in sight before Maddie opened her lips.

"Our son is missing."

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The summoning was a success.

A terrible, terrible success.

One that the Justice League, One John Constantine especially, had valiantly attempted to stop.

But, unfortunately, once it got going it seemed to be incapable of stopping.

Faced with an entity being summoned from the Infinite Realms, they had called all of the heroes who were capable that weren't occupied. Shazam, unfortunately, was one of said heroes occupied.

Superman and Wonderwoman? Were not. So, at the very least, they had two of their heaviest hitters available.

The circle glowed a toxic green, growing and growing in glow until it reached its zenith.

Then was snuffed out as brightly as it glowed.

The air stilled, followed by a chill that rivaled the chilliest of snowstorms as if they were standing within one that very moment.

The next moment?

Ice.

Pure, unflinching, jagged pillars of ice rose from the circle the same moment it glow returned. Sticking out from the circle haphazardly and nearly impaling those that stood too close.

Mist, thick, blue mist. Rolled from the pillars of ice, descending down onto the floor with a gentleness that was almost deceptive if not occupied by such cold and being completely and utterly unnatural as it was.

The Justice League readied themselves.

[basileef-sketches]

Happy belated twewy (and Nagi) day! Have some meme redraws

part 1

[douglasfeiffel]

someone needs to draw TMA Daisy and Basira with the "do you think we're friends in every universe?" "it's a miracle we're friends in this universe" to bear homage to the fact that it is unlikely that in tmagp Daisy and Basira will even know each other

[livwritesstuff]

for @steddie-week day 3 | long (and a little bit of mutual pining but the kind when they're literally dating which i think is even more pathetic)

tags: modern day, famous au, actor!steve, rockstar!eddie

Eddie stayed longer than he should have. 

He was supposed to leave Chicago with the rest of the band yesterday after their show at Credit Union 1 – opening night for a year-long national tour.

Eddie didn’t leave yesterday though. Instead, he insisted on spending one last night with Steve, one last morning pretending like they would actually get up and go to that breakfast spot they like even though they both knew they’d be spending the time wrapped up together in their bed, in the home they share, refusing to disentangle themselves until they had no other choice.

No other choice meant Eddie waited so long to leave that he ended up on a flight which would get him into Ohio with barely enough time to make it to the venue in Cincinnati before showtime (and he was missing soundcheck completely – sorta shot himself in the foot with that one, in Steve's opinion, though he won’t be caught complaining).

He won’t be caught doing anything – not publicly, anyway.

Steve and Eddie’s relationship is kind of in the halfway-stage between secret and private, where Steve posts vague, faceless photos of the two of them every now and then but still deflects questions about his romantic life during interviews because – look. He and Eddie are both at weird high-points in their careers at the moment, and that means there’s a lot of eyes on them whether they like it or not. Steve had a public relationship turn sour years ago and there is no way in hell he’s letting it happen again.

Not with Eddie. Not when it counts.

There are speculations, obviously (and after Steve dropped Eddie off at O'Hare, he posted a photo of the Kiss n’ Fly sign to his IG story with the caption i hate this place :( – mostly for his own amusement at the specific way his notifications implode afterward), and they’ll probably get around to an official hard-launch someday, but for now Steve likes that they’re keeping things to themselves, especially when they don’t get to make that choice with much else.

Steve gets a just landed text from Eddie a few hours after he boarded his plane.

(Steve knew. He’d been tracking the flight).

Before he could respond, Eddie added, miss you so fn much

i miss you too, Steve texted back, and before either of them could wallow in it too much, he sent, gonna make it on time?

probably, Eddie answered. Then, getting ready in the car lol

He goes quiet after that (the getting ready, presumably), which is fine.

Steve gets it.

He’s busy too. It’s why he’s not following along on Eddie’s tour like some glorified groupie, and it’s not like the distance is anything new. On the contrary, it’s been an element of their relationship since they met at an awards show after-party four years ago. It’s more that this time around, they were supposed to only have four-and-a-half weeks together before Steve headed off on a press tour for the movie he filmed last year, but then that got pushed out a bit further, and so that four-and-a-half weeks together turned into a glorious nine, the longest Steve and Eddie’s calendars had ever been aligned without some serious planning beforehand.

He just got used to it, Steve supposes.

He got used to having Eddie around all the time, under his fingertips, under his skin. He got used to saying goodnight in person, in their bed together instead of over phone lines, got used to waking up in Eddie's arms and hearing sweet nothings whispered in his ear rather than reading the texts Eddie would leave for him to wake up to when they were apart.

He'll adjust just like he always does, and the worst part will be over tomorrow morning – that moment right between sleep and wake when Steve will realize Eddie isn’t in their bed with him.

Like it or not, the distance is their normal and they make it work (except it’s not even making it work, because it’s not like that. Any situation, any set of circumstances will work without question because it’s Eddie).

The start time for the Cincinnati show comes and goes. A few minutes into the opening act and while Steve is mindlessly flitting between Instagram and TikTok waiting for the algorithm to fill his feed with clips from the concert (ones of Eddie, preferably), his screen lights up with a call.

“Hey,” he says the second he slams his thumb on the green accept button.

“Hey,” Eddie replied, his tone nothing short of grim.

“You geared up for the show?” Steve asked.

“No,” Eddie answered, “I’m quitting.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I need you to come tuck my pockets in,” Eddie said, and it’s a goddamn wonder Steve didn’t break down then and there, because Eddie always managed to tug his pants on in a way that made the front pockets stick out just a bit, and throughout their years together Steve had gotten into the habit of tucking them back in for him, squeezing Eddie’s hips a little when he was done and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Yeah,” Steve manages a wet laugh, “I – fuck, man, I wish I was there to tuck them in for you.”

“I want you here so bad, Steve," Eddie says, "I really, really miss you."

“I miss you too,” Steve nodded, even though miss isn't a big enough word for the homesick feeling in his chest, “Only a week until the Indy show though. And I’m coming with you for the Michigan one after.”

“Yeah,” Eddie replied, and if he sounded a little morose about it, Steve was right there with him. Sure, it’s a comfort knowing he’ll be seeing Eddie again so soon, but when those two days are over…yeah, it’s gonna be a long goddamn while until next time, because Eddie will be playing the Midwest while Steve’s press tour is mostly on the East Coast this time around, and after that he heads up into Vancouver to shoot a period drama mini-series while Eddie plays the southern half of the US, and then…well, Steve could keep going. They’re both taking a short break for the holidays, but that and the rare weekend one of them can fly out to the other is about it for the foreseeable future.

Which, yeah, Steve loves acting, loves that he gets to make a whole career out of it, and he knows that Eddie feels the same way about his music, but…the love he has for Eddie definitely edges out the rest of it – enough that he feels the distance between him like a dull, ever-present ache whenever they’re apart.

Eddie only ends their call when his manager practically has to yank the phone out of his hand and shove him onstage, and then Steve settles back into bed, back into scrolling mindlessly on his phone waiting for his finely-tuned algorithms to do their jobs.

Sure enough, it takes less than thirty minutes for Steve’s FYP to start showing him TikToks from Eddie’s show, and amidst all the hair and leather and silver chains and chunky rings and eyeliner and manic energy, Steve sees something else, something that has the hurt of missing Eddie increasing ten-fold, something that has him seriously considering taking an ax to all his contracts and his career and his livelihood and getting on the next plane to Cincinnati.

Eddie left his pockets untucked.

[iamespecter]

... Does this count as "swordplay" 🤨🤨

Anyways, have at thee, a little teaser for what the Harlequin AU is teehee teehee 😏

[skittlesandham]

First tma post! I've actually been a part of this fandom for years, but none of my friends are caught up so I've been holding myself back from posting. speaking of which, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, LOOK AWAY YOU BASTARDS. -

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