#⌈... but why am I here?⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈the adventurer⌋

[freakattack]

Favorite obscure Mario characters?

GLOM

The light of my fucking life. As a lifelong koopalinghead and specifically iggyhead i slurped up the Nintendo Adventure Books like a slug slurps slime and obviously a connoisseur of my caliber would immediately latch onto this thing. It's a cloning machine Iggy made that turns sand into clones but more importantly it is a 15 ft tall clanking clunking contraption with googly eyes (to see what it's cloning, natch), a stack of CRT monitors that each display a different horror B-movie at all times, and a constant trail of slime oozing from its tank treads. If this is not your favorite Mario character of all time then you're an idiot.

2. DOUGHNUTEER

I might be the only person who cares about doughnuteer and I couldn't tell you why. Actually I can, it's because he reminds me of a little shrew

And I like doughnuts.

3. PIRANHA SUE

In addition to the Nintendo Adventure Books i also lapped up the corresponding Nintendo Comics System, which followed a similar continuity in the absence of more official sources of mario lore. I never appreciated piranha sue as much as I should have in my youth but after revisiting these comics a couple years ago i can safely say that she is the greatest bootleg piranha plant I have ever met and it is an honor to witness her evil human teeth. I want her in mario baseball.

4. HERMAN SMIRCH

Herman smirch is a terrible person and character but I am transfixed by his awfulness and so he is here. Growing up the Game Boy Comic was like the evil counterpart to the Nintendo Comics System, but now that I'm grown up and evil myself I can truly appreciate the depths of its depravity. The gist of Herman Smirch is that he is a shitty loser republican from new jersey who obtains a game boy that, through the will of Tatanga (who lives in the game boy), manipulates him into committing increasingly violent crimes until he has embroiled himself in an international military conflict. The game boy comic was supposed to make people want to buy the game boy but in practice placed it center stage in a slow burn of this already terrible man's spiral into insanity. What a yarn. I have shown a highlights reel of herman's wacky antics here but if you're too lazy to click that link then I at least want you to see this:

5. FRACKTAIL

Fracktail is comparatively not obscure at all but I don't care it's my list I'll cry if I want to. If I put fracktail here then I would technically be justified in also putting other mario rpg all-stars like Bowyer and TEC-XX and Valentina but I won't go that far, Fracktail can be here on their behalf. Anyway, the first time I saw this thing I screamed, because I thought I was going to have to fight it, and then it was friendly and then I loved it forever. And then a stupid bastardly clown came and destroyed everything and ruined my life but this isn't about him. I love you Fracktail and I wish you were still here. You didn't deserve that

6. HAL 9001

Moving on

7. WOOSTER

Before Toadsworth, there was Wooster. The original long-suffering butler to the Toadstools, Wooster was a Nintendo Comics System Special who presumably passed alongside the Mushroom King he served. There isn't much to say about his character beyond the typical trappings of Beleagured Butler, but there is one thing that makes him interesting to think about and that is the comic called "Wooster Quit". In "Wooster Quit", every Mario character is FLABBERGASTED because Wooster Quit, and they can't imagine a life without Wooster. So the whole comic is about everybody trying to get Wooster back and of course Wooster comes back and the status quo is restored. But the premise of casting this mario OC as an essential player in these characters' lives is funny to me in a meta sense because we very much do live a life without Wooster. We are living in a post-Wooster world. It just goes to show that no matter how obscure you are, you are important to someone. Even if that someone is me.

8. ROACHIE

Roachie is the cockroach living in Wario's brain. One morning, she crawled up his nose, which Wario was horrified by but not for the reason you might think: "Is little roachie gone for good?!?!!?" As a devout cockroach appreciator, I was touched by Wario's genuine concern for God's most darling creature. Fortunately, little roachie was not indeed gone for good, because that very night, Wario heard her walking around inside his skull. Yippie! Hooray! We can only hope that she is living a nice life up there to this day. Hope is all we have.

9. BRAWL DOLL

This will come as no surprise to those who know me, but if you don't know me: fellas, I fucking love ventriloquist dolls. Charlie mccarthy was my idol growing up. I'll never be half the dummy he was. So a wario-branded wooden doll is basically my ant bait. Brawl Doll is what Geno could have been if Square wasn't full of squares.

10. THE BEETLES 'R' US SNIFIT

They put me in a mario game

[sukeruton-san]

(I have garnered enough self-confidence where I can put my weird ideas in a post without dying in a hole with self-doubt)

A Coffee Heart

Danny's a heavy coffee drinker and he has his reasons. Ever since the half-fatal accident at 14 his heart beats at a very slow rate like 32 beats per minute type of slow

He fell asleep in class and didn't wake up automatically to a pencil dropping once (he fought six big ghost attacks in a span of 3 hours that day give him a break) he nearly caused Mr lancer a heart attack it took 10 minutes to convince him to not call the hospital.

Ever since that day he's been drinking coffee with enough caffeine in it to kill a horse, both for the energy when ghost fighting and faster heart rate.

His parents decided that they needed to take an emergency trip to Gotham to get rid of its ' Shadow mimicking human mocking echo scum ' which was apparently Batman & Co. . . .

3 days, a shit ton of research, 37 cups of 'I am living human' coffee, more research (not batfam related) and a 253 slideshow presentation that I lovingly called Gothampedia. I managed to convince them that the furry vigilantes aren't ghost ( they don't believe that humans can do the things that the bats do, so there metas) and that Gotham has many many more dangers then ghost doing its thing there

It worked. . . .sort of

" why are we packing again I thought the Gothampedia was enough"

"oh sweetheart it was" mom says she heaves a large trunk (most likely goes weapons/technology) inside the GAV " the meta vigilantes may not be the ghost haunting gotham but it is certainly haunted, the dark and dreary weight over the city must be nothing else."

Dad comes over with a mouthful of fudge swallowing " your mother is right Danny-O, Gotham needs our help and what better help is there than the Fenton's! plus with how informative your slides was,"you were barely awake for the majority of it "you know the ins and out of the place so we don't need to worry."

The probability of Ghosts aren't the problem here, it's the fact that you dress in the neon hazmat suits carrying around bulking handmade weapons that will put you on Batman's watchlist faster than you can say Going Ghost! Gotham has plenty of mad scientists you don't need to mingle with them!!

After trying and failing to get them the least postpone this adventure he looked on with Dread

There's no way to get out of this isn't there. . . .

Maybe Gotham has less restrictions on the amount of caffeine I can get in coffee.

[clowntrickery08]

I remember I wrote this in the middle of the night I think at 3 AM at like last week before I went to bed It was like an idea for an AU or something like that but anyway here you go and hear some sketches and drawings with it as well. And I’m so sorry for my bad grammar.

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OK, I would like to think when Ralph and Turbo meet again is when Ralph is trying to find Penelope because the plug with the computers back on he wants to go find her to surprise her but instead of finding Penelope he Fine turbo instead of being mad he’s more surprised, and confused he wants to ask how is he still alive but he doesn’t get a chance because Turbo tells him to run why is because he’s being chased by cyber police or virus police OK (side, note. I personally has never watched the second movie cause I didn’t like it and it made me cringe all the time but I am stubborn so I’m adding it here even though I don’t like the movie, but I’m gonna keep Ralph’s personality the same way he was in the first movie because they did my boy run in the second movie OK finish renting anyway)

I like to think they know each other in the past they weren’t exactly friends, but they were kind of friends because turbo was the only person that weren’t really scared of Ralph at that time I think they were more like smoking, buddies even though Ralph did didn’t smoke or like cherry eating buddies but the only time when he seen turbo wasn’t smoking is with Felix. He always assumed that they were dating just assume he wouldn’t ask. It was not his business but every time when he looked, he always sort of catch turbo looking at him. Okay anyway. after the cyber police or virus police he would explain how he’s here and still alive and then they get into dumbass adventures, and and get closer it sort of like an enemies to friends to lovers thing. I’m going here and something bad

happens where turbo glitched really bad and turns into Cy-Bug, King Candy's and one of the cyber police like shoot him and electrocute him and instead of Ralph leaving him and going to try find Penelope again, instead he grab him and runs back to the entrance to the arcade and that’s all I got so yeah

[mya-valentine]

February 3rd - Love and War by Tamar Braxton - Satoru Gojo x Reader

The early morning sun streamed through the blinds, casting golden streaks across the rumpled bed. You stirred, stretching lazily as consciousness tugged at you. For a brief, fleeting moment, the world felt peaceful. Satoru’s strong arm was slung over your waist, his breath warm against the nape of your neck. His proximity was comforting, like a shield against everything chaotic and uncertain in your lives.

But the cracks in your shield were growing.

It wasn’t always this way. Loving Satoru Gojo had been an adventure at first, one filled with stolen kisses in moonlit streets, inside jokes, and late-night conversations that made you feel as if you could conquer anything. He had a way of making you feel like the center of the universe, like every moment spent with you was one he wouldn’t trade for anything.

Yet, love wasn’t enough to quiet the storms that seemed to follow him—or the ones that lived inside both of you.

You rolled over to face him, his messy white hair splayed against the pillow. Even in sleep, he looked ethereal, his long lashes brushing against his pale skin, his lips slightly parted. You wondered how someone so impossibly strong could look so peaceful, so vulnerable. For a moment, your heart softened, and you reached out to brush a strand of hair from his face.

But then the weight of yesterday’s argument crept back in.

It had been about something trivial, as most fights were. He had come home late—again—and you’d asked him why he hadn’t bothered to let you know. His answer had been frustratingly nonchalant, something about being caught up in work. It was always work, always curses, always the burdens he carried as the strongest sorcerer. You understood his responsibilities, truly, but understanding didn’t erase the ache of feeling like an afterthought.

“Good morning,” his voice broke through your thoughts, groggy yet warm. His eyes, those stunning crystalline blues, opened to meet yours, and he gave you a sleepy smile. “You’re staring. Am I that good-looking, or do I have drool on my face?”

You snorted despite yourself. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me,” he teased, pulling you closer.

You wanted to bask in the moment, to lose yourself in the comfort of his embrace, but the remnants of unresolved tension lingered between you like smoke after a fire. You pulled away, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

“Something wrong?” Satoru’s voice lost its playful edge.

“No,” you lied, not trusting yourself to say more without igniting another argument. “I’m just… tired.”

“Tired?” he repeated, sitting up now. “Tired of what?”

Of this, you wanted to say. Of fighting, of feeling like I’m competing with the world for a place in your life. But instead, you shrugged. “I don’t want to fight, Satoru.”

His jaw tightened. “Neither do I, but we can’t keep sweeping things under the rug. If something’s bothering you, just say it.”

Your head whipped around, anger flaring. “Oh, so now you want to talk? Where was that energy last night when I tried to tell you how I felt, and you brushed me off like I was being irrational?”

Satoru sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Here we go again.”

“Don’t do that,” you snapped, standing. “Don’t dismiss me like I’m overreacting.”

He swung his legs over the bed, planting his feet firmly on the floor as he met your gaze. “I’m not dismissing you. I just—God, I don’t know how to do this sometimes, okay? I’m not good at this.”

“At what?” you demanded, arms crossed. “At being in a relationship? At communicating? Because you sure as hell seem to have no problem talking when it’s about work or your students.”

“Don’t,” he warned, his tone sharp. “Don’t make this about that.”

“But it is about that, Satoru!” you cried, the frustration bubbling over. “You give so much of yourself to everyone else—your students, the Jujutsu world, the damn universe. And what’s left for me? For us?”

His eyes darkened, the playful light you loved so much replaced by a storm. “You think I don’t give enough? That I don’t try? Do you have any idea how much I juggle, how much pressure I’m under every single day? I’m doing the best I can!”

“And maybe your best isn’t good enough!” The words left your mouth before you could stop them, and the moment they did, you saw the hurt flash across his face.

Silence hung heavy in the air, thick with tension and regret. You turned away, tears stinging your eyes. “I didn’t mean that,” you whispered.

But the damage was done.

The day passed in strained silence. Satoru busied himself with a mission, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You wandered the apartment aimlessly, the weight of the argument pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. You replayed his words, your words, every moment that led to this point.

Why did it always end like this? You loved him—God, you loved him—but sometimes love felt like a battlefield, a constant fight to stay afloat amidst the chaos.

By the time Satoru returned that evening, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of deep orange and purple. He looked exhausted, his shoulders slumped as he kicked off his shoes. He glanced at you briefly before heading to the kitchen without a word.

You followed him, unable to stand the silence any longer. “Satoru—”

“I’m sorry,” he said, cutting you off. His back was to you as he rummaged through the fridge, but his voice was soft, almost fragile. “For earlier. For last night. For everything.”

Your heart ached at the rawness in his tone. “I’m sorry too,” you said quietly. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

He turned to face you, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “Maybe we’re both just terrible at this.”

“Maybe,” you agreed, a small, bitter laugh escaping your lips. “But we’re in it together, right?”

Satoru’s expression softened, and he pushed off the counter, closing the distance between you. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears you hadn’t realized were falling. “We are. No matter how many fights we have, no matter how messy it gets, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Promise,” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I know I don’t always show it, but you’re everything to me. And I’ll do better. I’ll try harder.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “Me too.”

The reconciliation was tender, but you both knew it wouldn’t be the last fight. Loving Satoru was like weathering a storm—unpredictable, intense, but always worth it. And for all his flaws, for all the ways he drove you crazy, he was your storm. Your home.

The following weeks were a mix of highs and lows. There were moments when things felt perfect, when Satoru would surprise you with your favorite snacks or whisk you away for impromptu late-night adventures. But there were also moments when the cracks resurfaced—when his work consumed him, or when your insecurities crept back in.

One night, after a particularly grueling day for both of you, the tension boiled over again. It started small—Satoru had forgotten to pick up dinner, and you were already irritable from a long day at work. The argument escalated quickly, words sharper than they should have been, tempers flaring like wildfire.

“You’re so selfish sometimes!” you yelled, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“And you’re exhausting!” he shot back, his voice rising. “You nitpick every little thing I do like I’m some kind of project you’re trying to fix.”

The words cut deep, and you felt your chest tighten. “Is that what you think of me? That I’m just some nagging presence in your life?”

Satoru ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Without another word, you grabbed your coat and stormed out of the apartment, ignoring his calls for you to wait.

You walked aimlessly through the city, the cool night air biting at your skin. Your mind raced with thoughts of Satoru, of the love you shared and the pain it often brought. Could you keep doing this? Could you survive the constant push and pull of your relationship?

When you finally returned home hours later, Satoru was waiting. He was sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands. He looked up as you entered, his eyes filled with guilt and relief.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he said quietly.

You closed the door behind you, leaning against it as exhaustion washed over you. “I needed space.”

He stood, closing the distance between you in a few strides. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry for what I said, for how I acted. I didn’t mean it.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you shook your head

. “Satoru, we can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep hurting each other like this.”

“I know,” he said, his hands gripping your shoulders. “But I don’t know how to stop. I don’t know how to be what you need.”

“I don’t need you to be perfect,” you said, your voice breaking. “I just need you to try. To meet me halfway.”

“I’ll try,” he promised, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just don’t give up on us.”

“I won’t,” you whispered, your hands clutching his shirt. “I love you too much to give up.”

And in that moment, as you clung to each other amidst the wreckage of your latest fight, you knew that love wasn’t about never fighting. It was about choosing each other, again and again, even when it was hard. Even when it hurt.

Because no matter how messy it got, Satoru Gojo was your person. And you were his.

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Masterlist

[originalartblog]

Apparently much-needed reminder that reposting artists' art (by saving the images or screenshotting them and reuploading them yourself) on other platforms without the artists' expressed permission and without credit is theft and an insult to their passion and craft. You are profiting (in views, in attention, in feedback) from someone else's work and ideas, who do not get that feedback for sharing their creation.

If you are an art reposter, you are a thief and I have no respect for you.

[toastshark]

If Adventure of Link has no fans I am dead

[fatedroses]

Two former military elites taking merc jobs perform absolutely hellish battle tactics together.

[r0semultiverse]

Hey, what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK??

"12 years ago"

"Open your mind!"

Ice Queen counterpart's ice cream machine is a portal???

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

I kid you not when I say that evil or criminal gays are so so important in representation and some of yall just refuse to get that. The idea that a queer person needs to be perfect flawless and infallible or else they don't deserve to be represented is a legitimately disgusting mindset that perpetuates the idea that queers need to obey and blend in to exist in "normal" society.

Straight people have SO FUCKING MANY movies of evil heartless criminals, or heist romances, or romantic supervillains, etc etc. Like the amount of times I've heard "this villain was right actually" about the fucking Joker or some shit should win me an award with how I've put up with it for so long. If your first thought when you see people celebrating queer rep of villain characters is to say "but she's bad" or get super sarcastic and insulting about it, you need to reexamine some stuff.

[rorapostsbl]

i recently came across the hound of the baskervilles. on my last chapter, do NOT spoil it 😭 but the relationship between sherlock holmes and dr. watson is — dare i say so — adorable 😭🥺⁉️

holmes refers to him as, “my dear watson” which led my bl-filled mind to search them up on AO3. to my absolute surprise, guess what i found?? THOUSANDS OF FANFICTIONS OF THEM TOGETHER 😭😭

then, i searched on tumblr. guess wHAT AGAIN?? THERE ARE SO MANY CUTE ARTWORKS ON/ABOUT THEM 😭⁉️

[askthechronoverse]

▪️ Cal, are you still you?

I'mmmm totally Cal? Wₕₒₑᵥₑᵣ ₜₕₐₜ ᵢₛ...

[pollyanna-nana]

I'm thinking hard.

[killerpancakeburger]

Silly "interactive" teaser for Pull Me Closer:

(Final part of my depressed!civilian!reader x Soap series, which includes Breaking Point and Knight in Shining Khaki)

*A wild Soap appears*

You use Avoidance.

"It's not very effective..."

Soap noticed movement.

You have activated Soap's thrill of the chase skill.

Soap is now chasing you.

[bewitchedmold]

I headcanon that the reason gyro's belt is like that is so that on the extremely rare, one-in-a-million, stars perfectly aligned chance someone asks where his dick is he can be like "RIIIGHT HERE!!! 😼" like a fucking loser

[lttllovely]

lowkey can we normalize making x readers or oc fics that have no romance. sometimes i just want to write a character being in this piece of media i rly like and run around being besties with these characters and shit. goddamn.

[dzozef-art]

they met over a chess match !!