#🐦‍⬛ a friend for you

[lembowe]

so webfishing...

[unriding]

i often add moze pics to my collection on my side but i thought these ones were too nice so i will put them here instead !! 🙂‍↕️

[finniestoncrane]

My brain is exploding. With love. This isn't a request or anything I just like to ramble

I can't stop thinking about Arkham!Scarecrow falling in love with a nurse or a guard that works in Arkham but then someone tries to break out of the asylum, and they take Y/N as hostage and he sees it all. That isn't just a nurse/guard, that's his nurse/guard that's being threatened and he just can't have that

Ooh the soft little moment when it's all over, he holds them gently, looking for wounds before being dragged away by the other guards

And then he begins to plan his revenge

I'm so so so normal about him. I swear.

Also I hope you don't mind these- you can totes tell me if you don't want me to send these kinda things-

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god you are KILLING me with this ;-; and as if it wasn't painful enough i'm now thinking of him having some unrequited love with a staff member

some nurse who is charged with changing his bandages, of giving him eye drops, of administering his meds. the first gentle touch he's had. the first kind soul. and he falls for them completely, but they don't feel the same way because he's just part of their job and MORE than that, he's the scarecrow and i'm sure very normal and sane people in gotham (couldn't be me lmaoooo) wouldn't just be randomly falling in love with crazed killers in their line of work (they're strict at arkham since quinzel)

but oh ;-; alas ;-; poor jonathan, languishing, pining, longing for the pain of having his bandages changed because at least he gets to spend time with them

[cedarxwing]

This person obviously wasn't here for the bedannibal copypasta anon last summer.

[featheredcrowbones]

hello im definitely a real anon mhm mhm and i wanted you to know im your biggest fan and i love your work ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ <)~✩‧₊

lmfdsoifj and i LOVE YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!! im YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!! i adore you <33

[thebluekid-underyourbed]

@citruscuervos YOU'RE SO MEAN TO ME.....

[charlies-crushes]

glad someone ships with nagito ngl, the boy is cool :3c how did he meet your self insert/oc? I'm curious hehe.

HSDHFHGH LET'S GOOO LORE DUMP TIME!!!

Okay soooo Komaeda and May are actually childhood friends! They first met at a train station while she was still practicing her ultimate talent (she's the ultimate train conductor) and they bumped into each other and started talking. I imagine Nagito was kinda shy as a child as he came from a wealthy family so I can imagine him not dealing with many kids his age and the ones he did interact with were way too posh. But May is a social butterfly so she was easily able to get him to open up by being super friendly and kind to him.

After that they wouldn't really hang out much but would somehow end up frequently bumping into each other (blame Nagito's luck lolol) and when he saw that she was also in Hope's Peak he got super excited and started to hang out with her way more, practically being attached to the hip.

[snarkythewoecrow]

okay, so writing update, i have been doing it! headway is being made on the hob/dream fic, you know, the one with all the tropes and hurt/comfort and shit

words are definitely flowing and shit is tightening up, coming together, the mess i puked into these various docs is now congealing into something pretty fucking great if i say so myself

working through older sections atm and trimming and shaping things to tell the story, now that the word vomit phase is mostly over

(i tend to make the absolutely most disgusting mess in my docs, all the ideas, before coming back later and trimming the overgrown shit into something pretty)

And speaking of pretty things, take a look at the a bit of the second draft of the Dream meeting with Calliope again scene, seeking her advice regarding how to help Hob.

@thefangirloutof-time @kydrogendragon @buckybeardreams @psychiccatpanda

No warnings for this snippet

Her presence in the Dreaming once again ached—their love had left a bruise that would likely linger until the last dreamer stepped into the sunless lands.

Fiddler’s Green seemed uniquely suited for this reunion, as a place they’d forgotten themselves, and occasionally, neglected to remember, sentient and prone to modest notions—his creation had once even lengthened the soft grass just to better conceal their bodies.

Calliope stood beneath a lone tree, an oddly placed bald cypress standing tall on a knoll amongst the wildflowers, entirely out of place in the scenery. The enormous base more a cluster of roots than simple trunk, each tendril pressing against the next before diving into the earth. Above, Spanish moss swayed from its branches in great heaping clumps, while its feathery, frond-like foliage stretched to the sun on irregular limbs.

His eyes followed her delicate fingers as they skimmed over the hills and valleys of the base that nearly dwarfed her.

And no, the symbolism hadn’t been lost on him—that of all things that could have appeared beside her here, it would be an ancient cypress that had taken root--a species that carried many meanings—most markedly, a symbol of death and the grief that followed it.

It was no secret why she stood within its graces now, as it reached for the skies of the Dreaming, weeping for them both.

The sight had an old--yet never forgotten--not even for a moment--pain lodging in his lungs, making his breath hitch, forcing his jaw to clamp tight before he cleared his throat, choosing not to face those particular memories right then.

Seeming to have heard him, Calliope turned. Some of the tension easing in his chest at seeing the light had returned to her eyes.

Then with a soft, indulgent shake of the head, she smiled. Just as stunning as always.

[taruruchi]

SILANCHE (assuming you’re familiar with Blanche-) IN A P&P AU OR AN OLDER IDEA IVE HAD IS A HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE AU

*grabby hands* YESSSS!!! YES!!!!!! PLEASE I'D LOVE TO SEE THEM IN THOSE AUS I GOTTA KNOW MORE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[bittcnneck]

Gonna edit my character tags! Words will stay the same, but I will add emojis at the start. Because since all tags start with ᵠ, I often can not find the right character tag. This will help me differentiate! I will update all the posts I've ever made with the character :) so this is sort of a tag dump. Ignore if you wish!

[inkskinned]

i have a fever. let's imagine pokemon world dash discourse together. (sorry i do not have darkmode.)

🤳🏻 pokestopit reblogged team-sprocket

👻 gengaydar Follow

For the last fucking time owning a gengar is NOT graverobbing. what is actually wrong with you people

#gengar #why am i even still on this site #i don't have a gengar but like. what's even going on over there #is marowak graverobbing now too??

💅 deerlinguist reblogged givemeyourstrongestpotion

👩‍❤️‍👩 lightscreend Follow

farfetch'd is like the most edible pokemon just because he comes with his own aromatics. pop that bad boy in the oven with some oran berries.... don't mind if i do

⚧ feministforcepalm Follow

@dyketraining tags pass peer review

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🐦‍⬛ corvikite Follow

I love to hate things and people. And when I turn out to be RIGHT and that person is a DICK? All parasocial relationships are bad and evil unless I am right about hating someone and then parasocial relationships are good actually

🪐waterbubbil Follow

We all thought about the same person let's just be honest here....

🎀 contest-winrar Follow

For me it's always going to be people who keep Pokémon without any thought as to their enrichment and needs. You do not need a fucking Arcanine, you live in a studio apartment and don't walk more than a block a day. You think you want a Gardevoir but are you okay with having an unknowable creature reading your thoughts every waking moment of the day? Even while you do... the nasty?

It drives me crazy because people see a Champion and think they have the time, energy, money, and space necessary to raise a Dragon type. Unless you have generational wealth, let me spell it out for you: you do not have the funds for a Dragon type. And yes! Charizard is on that list, guys! You can't even afford to feed yourself!

📯 jessiejustlickme Follow

local tumblr user declares the poors only get rat pokemon. maybe a bug pokémon if we are very good. we must grovel in the streets amen

🎀 contest-winrar Follow

Laugh all you want but I'm serious. I have heard of someone who is living with a MR. MIME like it's her HUSBAND!!!! That's fucking GROSS. These are creatures that TRUST us and NEED us.

Did you know that most Ponyta prefer to be in a herd? Are you going to have the space for that? Did you know that if you don't properly care for certain fire species their flame goes out? Sure, they're cute when they're small: but unless you're a rancher or a Gym Leader... I'm sorry. You're gross to me if you think otherwise. I hate people like that.

And for the record, rat and bug Pokémon are very valuable from an ecological standpoint. They hold an extremely important niche. People like you would rather they be hunted to extinction because they're pests, not pretty. It's disgusting.

🐦‍⬛ corvikite Follow

anybody in this thread smoke weed

#NOT THE RATS FOR THE POOR PEOPLE... GIRLLLLLL #the thing is they're not like... wrong.... #like i agree with the sentiment #my friend tried to get a slyveon just by like. playing catch a few times #.... like you do need to try.... #also fyi i have a large species so i'm biased #grovyle my baby . my man. u are costing me like so much in pokepuffs per month

👁‍🗨 badsol

why are we all talking about what pokemon to eat tonight lmafo

#.... obviously jigglypuff. homegirl is 90% cotton candy

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🫖 sinisteacher Follow

Like okay I got into science because I love to learn but the more I find out about how we've classified Pokémon types the more insane I feel. What do you mean there's no singular true indicator? What do you mean that there are several conditions which completely alter their base type?

Literally today my lab partner and I got into a very serious discussion about Luxray. That thing is a fuckking dark type!!!!! I'm sorry!!! I don't care what Bulbapedia says!!!! anyway i threw a pokeball at him and it swallowed him whole and now i'm going to jail for unlawful imprisonment of a TA

🍙 thesandwichking Follow

there's something, like, very dystopian about the idea that if u put an ugly hat on ur favorite little creature it changes like. the DNA. like. do other pokemon look at what you've done and cower? that's their friend... similar but changed... forever having known a life that is entirely alien to them...

🐳 wailordsupreme Follow

.... Are we going to ignore that OP swallowed a human into a ball???

#yes we are. #my friend loves those hats but I think they're so ugly #and stupid #if i wanted a specific type imma get that type..... #typesetting #show james

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ROUND 5 of 6 (see blog for more)

PLEASE REBLOG FOR VISIBILITY:

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☠️ marrowhackoff Follow

just saw someone say writing omegaverse fanfic of your pokemon is bestiality. ma'am this is the monster fucking site. you should be grateful that it's only omegaverse.

#the things i've seen would melt your eyebrows clean off your face #..... typhlosion they could never make me hate you baby #i know that's not what's in your heart

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🐛 youngstirjoey Follow

Okay say what you will. But shorts really are comfy and easy to wear

🛀🏽 intimidatecutsyourattack Follow

Sorry bud. But. Investing at 3 notes

🐛 youngstirjoey Follow

don't do this to me. i h avue a wife . and chi ld

[byndebondry]

“You shouldn’t make friends with crows,” he’d told her.

“Why not?” she asked.

He’d looked up from his desk to answer, but whatever he’d been about to say had vanished on his tongue.

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Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

[unriding]

EVIE !!!!!

I SAW U USE MY ART AS UR THEME SO I WANNA DO A REMAKE !!! mostly cause the other one was full of mistaks hurrrrr orz

keeping the color palette the same so itd still fit + use softer shading so convey how soft u are + moze is now IN UR HAND !!!! >:3

oh nick :’)

[venus111]

Astrology observations

🐦‍⬛Most famous dancers have Libra and Taurus Mars

🐦‍⬛The most popular month to get married is June, The number 6 in numerology is deeply tied to love, family, and responsibility, which aligns with the themes of marriage

🐦‍⬛ Around ages 27–30, 57–60, and 87–90, Saturn Return hits, bringing major hardships, endings, and tests. many celebrities and artists died tragically around their first Saturn returns (those in club 27). I’m 27 turning 28 next month and I got diagnosed with diabetes last year it brought a range of shock,frustration,fear and depression

🐦‍⬛ Throughout history, eclipses have been seen as omens of death, political upheaval, and major global changes. People born on eclipses have intense fates

🐦‍⬛ Your South Node reveals past life themes and unresolved karma.People who refuse to evolve past their South Node tendencies often feel stuck, drained, or like they are repeating the same struggles.

🐦‍⬛ Leo, Libra, and Scorpio have the highest percentage of celebrities

🐦‍⬛ Many stalkers and possessive lovers have Taurus placements.

🐦‍⬛ Geminis live double lives, keeping secrets even from their closest friends.

🐦‍⬛ Most notorious serial killers had Virgo placements because they were highly methodical and precise in their crimes.

🐦‍⬛ Libras love a good bit of drama from afar. They’ll sit back and enjoy the show, throwing out “told you so” comments, all while pretending they don’t care. They may even act like they’re Switzerland in the middle of a war.

🐦‍⬛ Scorpios are known for their intensity, and they definitely take drama to a whole new level. They will love you with the fury of a thousand suns but can also hold a grudge longer than any reality TV feud.

🐦‍⬛ Sagittarians are the human GPS that never wants to stay still

🐦‍⬛ Pisces are the human magnet for strangers stories they have a magnetic aura that makes random strangers want to tell them their entire life story

🐦‍⬛ Aquarius is the “I Don’t Need You” Best Friend they might be social and love hanging out, but they’re independent to a fault. They can disappear for weeks at a time, only to resurface and casually say, “Oh, I was just solving world problems… no biggie.”

🐦‍⬛ Aries is the master of excuses If things aren’t going as planned, they’re great at coming up with excuses.

🐦‍⬛ Capricorns hold themselves to extremely high standards, and they apply this to everyone around them.

[ravensknowledge]

For the colour vibe check, I think you wanna be orange but you're green to me. And yellow & blue is our relationship 😅

Believe it or not, I used to be a horrible feral little goblin man (orange) but now I feel like I'm a mix of pink and green, so thanks! ❤️

Blue: we are haunting each other 👻

Yellow: I do not exist. Do not perceive me. If you perceive me, then no you don't

[chubby-bun-bun]

untitled (part 1)

You help out an injured crow. It seems to be a bit of a strange crow, though.

nav: one (current), two, three, four, five, six or: read on ao3

tags: sylus x reader, still linkon city but mc is not a hunter, basically an alternate universe, minor character deaths, mc has a distinct backstory and personality, slow burn, hurt/comfort, you’re lowkey a disney princess witch character who attracts crows 🐦‍⬛✨💅

314.27.

You exhale slowly. Barely enough to cover food for the next two weeks, until your next paycheck. That nasty cold last week really gutted this month’s budget.

With a heavy heart, you retrieve your card from the ATM and start your usual trek toward the city park, stopping by the familiar food cart that sells peanuts at a good price. (Yes, a questionable purchase, considering your financial situation. No, you will not acknowledge said questionable purchase.)

Linkon City in mid-December is bone-chillingly cold, blanketed in powdery snow—but that’s never stopped you from your daily visit to the park. The freezing temperatures tend to drive most people away, leaving the usually lively space quiet. You, however, can’t resist coming to see your friends.

Caw! Caw! Caw!

Speak of the devil. Well, devils.

A giddy smile tugs at your lips, and the exhaustion from the day evaporates.

“Hi!” you call out to the murder of crows circling above. Their midnight feathers gleam against the brilliant pink, orange, and purple hues of the winter sunset. You reach into the inside pocket of your weathered but ever-loyal overcoat and grab a handful of peanuts, tossing them onto the snow-free patches of ground.

The crows descend immediately, squabbling as they pick at the treats.

Moving carefully so you don’t spook them, you settle onto a nearby bench. A few of the bolder ones flutter down to join you, perching on the bench as their beady eyes lock on your face. Beaks held high, they wait expectantly, clearly hoping for more. You huff a soft laugh and oblige, tossing another handful.

Your peculiar friendship with these crows began a few years ago. The day of your family’s funeral.

A drunk twenty-year-old behind the wheel of his rich businessman father’s SUV, barreling down the highway at four times the speed limit. Your mother, father, and younger brother, on their way to your college graduation. A tragic case of wrong place, wrong time.

You don’t remember much after that. Everything that followed was all a blur. The driver didn’t really face any consequences, thanks to their family’s influence. Their lawyer presented you with a pitiful settlement offer (or, in hindsight, maybe you were more or less threatened into accepting it). Maybe it was the overwhelming sense of hopelessness at the time, or the suspicion that your lawyer might have been paid off by the driver’s family, but you ended up agreeing to settle.

It didn’t matter anyway. Your family was dead.

The funeral was a simple event. Some extended family came to offer their support and condolences. Once the day ended and everyone went home, however, you were left alone in your family’s house.

You don’t remember much, but you do remember standing in the middle of your living room, a growing tightness in your chest slowly overtaking you, as if your heart was being squeezed from the inside. The walls of the room seemed to close in around you, and suddenly it was impossible to breathe. Somehow, you ended up bolting out the door—leaving it wide open behind you—and ran. You didn’t know where you were going, but you eventually found yourself here, at this very park, sitting on this very bench.

A single crow had perched nearby, watching you silently. Your hand brushed against your coat pocket, and you found some leftover peanut shells from the funeral’s snack offerings. You absentmindedly tossed them toward the crow, and it hopped down to peck at them. There was something oddly comforting in the way it ate, its sharp black eyes darting back toward you as if to say thank you.

The next day, you returned. One crow turned into three, then six. Slowly, more joined, until it seemed like the entire murder looked forward to your daily visits and peanut offerings.

A sudden, loud thump behind you pulls you from your thoughts. You instinctively turn toward the sound, only to find… nothing. Frowning, you scan the area, glancing left and right, until your eyes land on a crow lying on the ground directly behind your bench.

You gasp and quickly stand, rushing over to it.

“Are you okay?” you whisper, crouching down and scanning it for signs of injury. It looks like it fell straight out of the sky.

The crow caws at you—loudly. Unlike the murder behind you, its caw is sharper, more jarring. It grates against your ears like nails on a chalkboard. Its eyes seem to gleam red when the light catches them at certain angles, similar to how a cat’s eyes flash in the dark.

Then your gaze drops to its left wing, which is bent unnaturally.

“Did you hurt yourself?” you murmur, leaning closer to examine it. The injury doesn’t look like a typical fracture. The way the wing bends reminds you more of a mechanical part with a screw loose than a broken bone.

It caws again, louder this time, as if trying to get your attention.

You glance up at the sky and realize it’s grown darker. Heavy clouds swirl above, signaling an impending snowfall. Behind you, the other crows begin to disperse, their farewell squawks echoing as they take flight.

Looking back down at the injured crow, you watch as it tries to take off, only to crash back onto the ground with its unusable wing.

“Um, would you like to stay with me until your wing feels better?” you ask hesitantly.

The crow tilts its head to the side, almost as if it understands you. You miss the subtle garnet glow in its eyes as you carefully scoop it into your arms, cradling it gently to avoid jostling its injured wing.

“I’ll help you out until you’re better,” you say softly, already walking toward home. “I don’t have much, but you can have the rest of the peanuts I bought earlier.”

The crow doesn’t resist, settling into your arms. Its body relaxes against you, and you tighten your hold to shield it from the cold winter air.

You know your groceries won’t stretch far for the rest of the month, but your conscience won’t let you leave an injured animal out in the snow. Hugging the crow a little closer, you feel a small smile tug at your lips when it starts to coo softly.

You don’t notice the faint whirring sound beneath its gentle cooing, like the hum of tiny mechanical gears.

note: not sure where I’m headed with this tbh, but it’s kinda like an alternate universe of the game’s main story. still set in linkon and the concept of evols still exist, but mc is basically an average citizen. (lowkey gonna treat this whole thing as a massive projection of recent irl feelings teehee.) we’ll see how this goes!

nav: one (current), two, three, four, five, six or: read on ao3

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