#( group verse )

[thefutureisnow-mha]

once upon a time, there was a class--

wait, wrong universe. this isn't a fairy tale.

what happens when your high school years are devastated by war, villain attacks and everything in between? you get stuck having to work even harder than past generations. that’s what happened to the generation of izuku midoriya. upon graduation, it was decided that the class could benefit from some extra time under supervision. some students agreed, some threw a fit for the ages, but ultimately the new graduates entered their WORK COLLEGE YEAR. they need to finish 365 days of hero work (days off included, we aren't monsters!), at least 10 sole-rescue missions or villain take downs before acquiring a permit to join a pro-hero agency without supervision OR open their own.

All muses are above the age of 18, and you have to be too in order to be a part of this server.

We are very OC friendly, but we do reserve the right to say no if we feel like your original would not fit in. That being said, you do have to provide a bio of your OC and an explanation of how they fit into this story!

NSFW and canon typical dark themes will be present.

Keep in mind that mun =/= muse, so just because you know about Izuku's OFA or Shouto's tragic family life, that doesn't mean your muse is aware of it.

We ask that you pick a character you will actually write. Loving a character is not the same as having an actual writing muse for them. While it is not expected for you to be on every day, a few times a week is recommended.

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[prettydead]

Cirque du Souls is a Discord/Tumblr group verse. It follows the mystery of the ill-fated Circus of the Macabre, and how those of Madame Caligari’s Carnival of Curiosities deal with the hell they’ve unleashed.

Premise: In 1892 The Circus of the Macabre set up their tents for the last time after a tragic fire. The flames consumed every soul within that night. Present-day Madame Caligari inherited a mysterious old trunk connected with The Circus of the Macabre. When opened it unleashed a curse. Now stalked by the damned souls of The Circus of the Macabre, the performers must race to figure out the truth behind the curse and the past in order to survive.

Rules: 001. No Drama ooc. IC drama is fine, in fact we encourage it. 002. Any major plots/sub plots have to be run by the admin team first, if we see something that we deem to be a major plot we may come to you to discuss to see if it fits in with our overall group! (Aka pregnancies, marriages, possessions, death, anything that could interfere with the over arching plot. etc.)  003. You are allowed to have 4 characters.  004. This is a mature group, 21+. No minors allowed. 005. Include everyone! Don’t exclude people because you don’t like their character, etc. 006. OCs are welcomed and encouraged! 007. Duplicate fcs are allowed if the first person to take the fc agree to it. 008. You can write all nsfw (violence, sex, blood what have you) - as long as you do it in a spoiler tag.  009. PLEASE put all triggers you have in triggers. Rping triggering topics is allowed - as this is a horror roleplay. Threads that involve triggering topics should have TW: (whatever the trigger is) in the TITLE of the thread- so people know  to avoid it. Also put especially descriptive triggers in a spoiler tag. Just to cover all bases.  010. No bubble rping - make sure everyone is included. 011. Try to branch out and include as many people as possible. We know you may not be able to interact with everyone, but try your best not to exclude anyone. 012. No power imbalance ships; ex student x professor. 013. Breaking these rules will result in a strike, three strikes means removal. ( Character List ) ( Click Here to Apply )  

[hajihiko]

I had a dream the other night

[vitaegratis]

The headlock, frankly, should have been expected. It was certainly sobering… well, somewhat sobering. Once it became clear that Billy didn’t actually intend to harm him, only detain him, Eddie let out a scoff. A blow from a ring adorned fist would probably do some damage, but… that wasn’t his intent. How did he get out of the hold without hurting Billy? Or hurting himself? That was the real question.

Billy was clearly the stronger between the two - but perhaps lean muscle gave him an advantage in this instance. Maybe with his lanky frame, he could slip out of this. Like an eel. Or. Something. Wriggling feebly, he tried to slip out of his jacket - his arms and shoulders got free, but his neck did not. “…uncle? I could fight dirty. That’s usually what I do when I can’t talk my way out of a scrap - kick ‘em in the balls and run away. That doesn’t seem like a very good option in this scenario. I imagine I’d only make things worse for myself.”

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.  The kiss was entirely unexpected, but Billy knew that when it came to Eddie, one could only expected the unexpected. He could smell the beer wafting off of the brunette, making the blond smirk in amusement. It was easier to focus on that than the words that the other man had spoken. No one in Billy's entire life had said they were proud of him. And yet it took a drunk metalhead at a Christmas party to admit it? Of course Eddie was more than that. He was a friend. But the whole situation was almost too weird for Billy to handle. So he did what he did best: he deflected.

A hand shot out, grabbing the back of Eddie's neck to hold him in place. "Since you want to be all touchy feely, Munson, let me show you something to actually be proud of. This move won me a state title in ninth grade." Then, without warning, he pulled the other into a wrestling headlock, grinning wildly at the horseplay. "COME ON, MUNSON! SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT! ESCAPE THIS!"

[scarletardor]

Having a conversation about your heritage when Sylus finds a traditional Hmong baby carrier with your stored items. Tiniest callback to the Beyond Cloudfall myth. fem!reader. ty @meena-in-a-nutshell for beta reading <3

“Sweetie, what’s this?”

Emerging from the hall, Sylus holds in his hands a tight, awry bundle of fabric. It’s familiar to you, as you tilt your head in observation. Once at your side, the jumble of various cloths becomes more visible as he sets it down in front of you.

It’s completely handmade, the preface of long strips of cotton wrapped around flatter, delicate silk. Around the increments of silk that peak out, there’s some semblance of puff balls, delicately stitched patterns, and miniature beads. As you undo the giant knot that secures it at the back, your eyes widen when you remember why you had this tucked away in a box, burrowed deeply in the closet of this particular safe house.

Idly, you muster a strained, “Oh.”

You lay out the rest of the silk: it’s two rectangular panels stitched together, the bottom chunk longer and wider. The entire piece is handmade, cross-stitches of textiles framed by thinner, multi-colored lines. Adorned by those same puff balls, you can make out the miniature stitching of floral diamonds. The thick strips of cotton are sewn into the top sides of the silk, the rest of it crumpling onto the ground due to their length.

Sylus sits beside you, placing his hand on your back, “Sweetie?”

“It’s…” You clear your throat, sparing a glance towards him, “Something my grandma gave me. It’s a baby carrier.”

He takes a moment to process your words, running his own calloused fingers over the beautiful textile. Family… was a precarious subject for you. While you spoke of your heritage every now and then, there was always a tinge of restraint or stumbling in your words. Even resent.

“It’s beautiful,” he tells you earnestly. He leans on his elbow, resting his chin on his hand as he gazes at you with a familiar, tender gaze. He’s patient, waiting to see if this was something you would be comfortable talking about further.

You hum pensively, flattening your hands over the carrier, “It’s called a nyais. Normally you can buy them at local the New Year festivals, but it’s more... traditional? Righteous? To have it passed down from your grandma.”

Finally, Sylus lets his demeanor falter. He’s in the clear to press further, to be more curious. He chuckles, like he would before laying out the debaucherous end of his enemies, “You don’t appear thrilled to have it in your possession.”

“I’m not ungrateful to have it, like my parents think,” you sigh. “When you’re constantly hounded about how you will have kids… it’s nauseating to have the heirlooms representative of that.”

Sylus is waiting for you to finish. You two have had discussions about the future before.

About this.

Your hands fall in your lap, and you’re failing to meet his gaze now. You’re thinking too hard—about all of this. Instead of continuing, you look back at the nyais, beginning to fold it up.

He stops you, cupping your working hands with one. Sylus clears his throat, intending to steer the conversation: “But you haven’t thrown it away.”

“I can’t bring myself to.”

You let go of the carrier, interlacing your fingers with his, “They always remind me that I used to speak so much Hmong when I was a kid. A toddler. Then it… all went away, when I got older.”

“Because you went to school. Learning an entirely different language, social customs. Things beyond your control.”

“Correct.”

“And what do you make of it?”

You grimace at first, then chuckle: “It’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it? Forgetting my own culture just to exist with others. And even then, assimilating into what is a model citizen still feels very… out of place. Like I still don’t belong.”

Sylus doesn’t say it outright—feels like he doesn’t need to—but he knows the feeling. You’ve yet to know why, your memory still a haze. So he settles for squeezing your hands a bit firmer than a second before, right along the last few words you speak.

When in Rome, as the Romans do.

He continues the conversation, “Do you think… you’d reconcile with that distance at all? The disconnect?”

The question is loaded, but effective in that it makes you consider. Reflecting on your upbringing, and how quickly everything shifted. You didn’t even think you’d end up where you are now—settled with a partner who listens to these grievances and doesn’t think you’re crazy.

But nothing of substance comes to mind.

Your gaze falls on the nyais once more, discomfort no longer present.

“I don’t know,” you finally answer—sliding into Sylus’ lap and leaning into him. Naturally, his arms wrap around you, holding you closer.

Warmth envelops you like a fireplace on a snowy day.

When parts inside of you begin to fester in emptiness, somehow Sylus always comes along at the right time. Almost like he feels the pull that something is amiss—or it’s fate’s own unique way of protecting a love meant to be. Your ancestors making up for everything you have burdened for so long.

Then, you feel it—that very warmth blossoming into something else. Something very Sylus, within the capabilities he possesses.

His smooth, timbre voice whispering into your hair: “Kuv hlub koj.”

You straighten your posture, instantly finding those crimson eyes that always had a fondness reserved for you. Your own gaze widens, blurred by tears as you smile. You laugh—and though it’s always beautiful, Sylus hears it differently.

There’s relief, a unique kind of joy incapable of being put into the right words to do it justice. He treasures it, sealing the memory with his lips brushing against yours.

[knockknockitsnickels]

Doodles of my fan-princess, the Rockstar. Instead of escaping the cabin she wants you to join her band. You get her if you walk down the stairs and start beatboxing

[pycth]

Two pretty best friends spotted ✨

MY MANIFESTATION WORKED this video is special to me I love it sm I need more of them, your honor—

(Awkward Gavin, my beloved)

“I’m not as talkative as Lasko, I’m not as open as Huxley, I’m not as engaged as Damien, I’m not as intuitive as Freelancer. I’m just..Gavin.” And please that’s all we could ask for<3

I can just imagine the bit of surprise feeling how genuine Dear’s patience and empathy towards others is. I’m sure he’s sensed it before as he’d mentioned, but to experience it is very warming. Understanding then where Lasko’s coming from all those times he’s went on about how comforting he feels having someone give him the chance to find his footing and ease his nerves 🥹

The way he actually mentioned his little fling with Lasko and how he’s been basically treading on ice because he didn’t where they might’ve stood with him for it 😭

I just know Dear was more intrigued than anything akdjakdks I like to think their lil conversation after the video was followed up with “So..a 7-11, huh?” and that’s kinda what I was tryna capture here, Gavin feeling more comfortable to talk freely with them. Spilling tea over shared fries is the best way to bond~

[livwritesstuff]

kicking off pride month with the harrington fam gc

robbie (12:02am): happy pride family woop woop

hazel (12:05am): 🎉

hazel (12:05am): we should go to ptown

steve (9:33am): You guys are up way too late.

steve (9:33am): Happy Pride!

steve (9:35am): Your dad and I feel very grateful that we're all living in this day and age because we didn't get a pride month when we were growing up. I know there's still room for change but things are getting better every day and I'm glad we get to celebrate this stuff together. We love you all very much.

hazel (9:36am): :)

hazel (9:36am): family ptown trip?

eddie (9:37am): We hung up the big pride flag yesterday

eddie (9:37am): Counting down the hours until the neighbors complain to the hoa

robbie (9:38am): fuck the hoa

robbie (9:38am): be gay do crimes

steve (9:39am): Do not.

hazel (9:39am): hello? ptown??

moe (9:39am): which crimes

steve (9:40am): I’ve gone 22 years without bailing a single one of you out of jail. I will not be starting now.

hazel (9:41am): i'll just go by myself

robbie (9:41am): tax evasion

eddie (9:41am): That’s my girl

steve (9:42am): Stop

steve (9:46am): That reminds me. Did you all do your taxes this year?

[picturebookshelf]

posting this on its own because I'm obsessed with The Couch Potato watching M*A*S*H (*E*D Potatoes)

the other shows are cute too but I'm a simple soul and the unexpected MASH reference made me laugh

[uncharted-constellations]

Dreaming about them 🥰

[willthespy]

My favorite hobby is probably spending my precious time rendering art for random AUs only for people to prefer dumb little doodles… anyway i think about (runaway) royalty!nico a lot

[arguablysomaya]

saw this on twitter and wanted to bring it here

[were-wolverine]

me and the homies pulling up to Pride this year:

[uma1ra]

While it's permissible to read the Quran without understanding its meaning, it's not ideal. The Quran is meant to be understood and acted upon.

Explanation

The Quran is called the Furqan, which means "the distinguisher between right and wrong".

The Quran is meant to be pondered and contemplated upon.

The Quran itself repeatedly mentions that it is meant to be understood for guidance.

The Companions of the Prophet would not move on from ten verses until they had learned them and how to act upon them.

Some say that it's crucial to understand the meaning of the Quran so that we can distinguish between good and evil.

Some say that the highest level of reward is to recite the Quran and know the meaning of what you're reciting.

[punkeropercyjackson]

The Pjo books,constantly,nonstop,in your face,to the point it may as well be a plot point:Percy literally just looks like a boyish version Poseidon and a few of the other gods mistake him for his dad at first glance

Y'all for some reason?????:Afrolatino Percy would be a lightskin with biracial kid tears🤪

[aanimations36]

One Year Ago Today, I miss Spider-verse 🎨✨