#(brief mention but still)

[axoqiii]

☕️🥞 sketch dump

[matchanon]

personally, i think phainon has more potential to be yandere than mydei in a romantic relationship

while mydei’s feelings are intense and pure and fierce, phainon would be so sticky and truly spare no expense in ensuring you’re happy and safe, he would get insecure and jealous if you paid attention to others more than him and whine until you give him hugs and kisses (metaphorical tail wagging), he needs a daily dose of your affection or he gets sad, he tells you he loves you and needs reassurance that you do too

because of you, he HAS to return from any missions outside okhema and make sure everything is okay, he would lose his smile and turn apoplectic if he learnt something dangerous was out to get you

let’s say that the trailblazer and dan heng’s arrival to okhema during the beginning of amphoreus was with a more off his rockers phainon

[dailycupofcreativitea]

He got mad 😓

[deich-was-here]

Oh wow finally a normal reference

[fabuloustrash05]

We always love talking about how jealous Vegeta gets when another man hits on Bulma but what about a jealous Bulma??

In original db, Bulma was the jealous type when she dated Yamcha, always getting upset whenever other girls were fawning over him, hitting on him, if he mentioned another girl was pretty, etc.

With her marriage with Vegeta, I 100% believe she’s very confident and is not worried at all that Vegeta would even look at another women. I always HC that Saiyans can’t comprehend the idea of cheating, and we all know Vegeta’s loyal af.

But what if there was a time Bulma was jealous that another woman was flirting with her husband? Even if it’s just a little moment like she’s out with Vegeta and there walking around and she notices some women checking out Vegeta (he doesn’t notice nor care) and Bulma proceeds to give these woman a fiery glare that screams “back off, he’s MINE!”. I would genuinely love to see it. I strangely wanna see Bulma being the jealous one in Vegebul’s relationship just once.

[alaskan-wallflower]

“some people just unlearn how to cry”

johnny learned to stop crying. from a young age, his dad would try to “toughen him up”, and told him the more he cried, the more he’d get hit.

johnny is six when he falls from the top of the playground. pain bloomed in his head as splotches of red soak the wooden mulch. any kid would’ve been crying. but not johnny. johnny just lays there, holding his breath as he wills the tears down. more tears means more blood. that’s howw it goes. as he’s walked down to the nurse’s office, he’s told how brave he is. but he doesn’t feel brave. he feels scared. the nurses patch him up, but would they have patched him up if he had cried? he didn’t think so.

johnny is ten when ponyboy is hospitalized with pneumonia. he wasn’t super close with pony just yet, but he was close enough that he was still terrified out of his mind. he can understand why the rest of the curtises are crying, but him? no. he couldn’t. he didn’t believe in crying. he wouldn’t. so he sucks the tears back in, swallows them down, locks it and throws the key away. he wouldn’t cry.

johnny is sixteen when he hears he may only have a few more days left. the doctors tried everything, but there was so much internal damage that not even the oxygen he was on could revive his tarnished body. but he doesn’t cry. he’s made it sixteen long years without crying, why would he break now? the nurses probably think of him as unfeeling or uncaring, which isn’t true at all…but he cannot cry. two bit already scared his mother off, he had no doubt his father would come in and berate him for being “selfish”. and if the tears started? he would probably be murdered in that room. so he doesn’t cry.

johnny is sixteen when he sees the face of ponyboy hovering over him. he says something, but he can’t make it out. he’s talking about the rumble…they won, something or other. he didn’t know. he couldn’t make it out. but he could see the light behind pony growing brighter…a sweet, golden light, waiting to take him home to stay-

“stay gold”

to which the fire that was in his soul was finally doused by the one salty tear that slid down his cheek.

[narcpocalypse]

Hello every narcissist who is terrified of dating because you're scared about how people will react to you being a narcissist. I love you dearly and said fear is also digging me an early grave ♡

[strwbabydoll]

word count: 1.1k

summary: harry’s angry at the world, himself included and he makes it everyone’s problem but there might be a light coming in the middle of his storm

notes: this is part two of this fic so it is still considered a dark fic. it contains mentions of drinking to cope with his grief, violence inflicted onto others and a brief scene of it as well.

masterlist

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To say that Harry’s been miserable lately would be a huge understatement. He’s been absolutely insufferable in the past two weeks. He spends all day drinking and holed up inside his office, he’s grumpy and snappy with everybody and he’s even more mean whenever he has to take care of someone. It’s his release in a way, the one safe space he can let out his anger at the world, at the Gallegos for taking away his love, at himself for not doing more.

“Goddamn! Fuck!” He screams in the confines of his office. He down a shot of whiskey and quickly pours himself another one, the burn going down his throat is welcoming — encouraged is the better word for it. His chest rises and falls harshly as he stares at the picture of her. One he had taken a couple of months into knowing each other, a bright smile on her lips and her hair and dress flowing in the wind behind her as they walked through a park. She had wanted a picnic and he was a sucker for her smile, so of course he’d do it for her. It was all worth it in the end, to see the smile plastered on her face and the excitement in her eyes

He misses her terribly, the past week has been the hardest week ever and he doesn’t know if it’ll get any better. He allows the tears to fall freely, to stain his cheeks and the mahogany oak of his desk. It seems as if his tears are never ending, just becoming a permanent addition to his appearance. He can’t bring himself to care, too busy wallowing in his guilt and pain. He guesses he deserves it in a way, none of this would’ve happened if he’d been paying more attention, if they would’ve stayed home or better yet if he’d never given her his number.

He huffs sadly as he wipes his tears away the best he can, he can’t do anything about the stains left on his cheeks. He takes another shot of whiskey and heads towards his office door, he figures now is as good of a time as any, and really he just can’t wait to let out some tension. He walks out the room and down the hall, ignoring the eyes of the few employees gathered around the desk before rolling his eyes as they start whispering.

“Don’t you all have a fucking job to do? This isn’t Barbie’s show where we all sit around and look pretty.” He huffs before mumbling under his breath, watching them with crossed arms as they scramble to find something to do.

He continues walking then, taking deep breaths to try to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He can’t look weak in front of them. He walks past the framed pictures on the wall, past the rooms where clicking and the occasional scream filters through the closed doors until he gets to the last door in the hall. The dark wooden door detailed with swirls and large black handles is heavy as he pushes it open, but he enjoys the pain. His own form of punishment he guesses.

The room is filled with different tools and weapons, lights scattered all over the ceiling but still keeps the room dark enough. He prefers this environment to feel more like a horror movie than just a simple killing room, and wants it to feel eerie and depressing. He wants the room to inflict absolute sheer terror and feet into anyone who just so happens to end up strapped to the chair. His dress shoes click against the concrete floor, echoing around the room and he watches happily as the man strapped to the chair begins to squirm and try to break free. It’s no use though, he’s mastered the best knot to tie around the body and the chair tightly to keep them from moving but also to inflict pain when they try to escape.

“Well, well, well. Not happy to see me?” He asks in a sickly sweet voice, too sweet to be used in such a setting. The man shakes his head violently as he tries rocking the chair side to side, his screams are muffled behind the tape. Harry simply chuckles, he’s always amused at their useless attempts.

“Now, I just have a couple of questions for you. I just need some information and I believe you should be able to help with this.” He says as he leans down so his face is right in front of the man with tears filling his eyes. The man shakes his head and Harry grabs a handful of his hair, firmly holding him in place.

“So you don’t want to leave? I was gonna let you leave if you answer… but since you don’t think that’s fair.. you’ll be stuck here.” He says and he watches as more tears fall from the man’s eyes and Harry just laughs, everyone wants to be all big and bad until they have to confront their behaviors. They think that no one will be able to catch them, they always underestimate his dedication. He’ll search every corner of the internet and the world just to find someone, and he’s been doing that lately. Searching for hours and hours on the internet to find someone.

He pulls himself back as he smiles, he’s gonna enjoy himself through all this. He starts off small, a few punches and rough tugs of the hair, and he relishes in the muffled cries of the man in front. He rips off the tape and the man screams.

“Who wanted my girl dead and why?” He asks and the man shakes his head.

“I don’t know man!” He says through his tears and shakes his head as if he’s disappointed.

“Such a shame.” He says as he walks to a table full of various weapons and tools of all sizes, he grabs a pair of pliers and walks back to the man, hitting the pliers against his palm.

“Maybe this will ring some answers for you, for every question you don’t answer and I’m not satisfied with the answer I’ll pull one of your teeth out. How does that sound?” The man cries and shakes his head.

“Please man, I’m serious! I don’t know anything!” He cries out and Harry sighs.

“Already onto a bad start, my friend.” He says as he yanks the man’s jaw open as he decides which teeth to pull. As soon as he picks one, the door opens and EJ’s voice rings out.

“Hey boss, sorry to bother you but you have a phone call, it’s important.” Harry shakes his head. He should know better than to interrupt him. He’d hate to have to fire him.

“Uh, I’m busy. Tell them I’ll call back later.” Harry replies back, sarcasm and annoyance dripping from his voiceand the door still stays open.

“It’s the hospital, Y/N. She’s alive.”

[jimmerzz0905]

jimmerzz0905 back at it again with more sixnine!!! except it’s angst. aaaaaaand im coping REALLY WELL with tpot 17s implications IM TOTALLY NORMAL about nine i TOTALLY didnt rock back and forth listening to jack stauber’s song cupid before this /sarc

this is also my first angst fic ever so uhhh sorry if it’s bad LOL

google docs version can be found here

[outlivealie]

There are many lines and moments in The Wicked Years that live rent-free in my mind.

One such scene being Rain's reunion with Glinda at the end of Out of Oz, and there's the last thing* Glinda says to Rain:

“Oh, Rain,” said Glinda, when the girl was almost out the door. “One more thing. About Tip. You may think that a story should have a happy ending—” (p. 544).

Rain interrupts before she can finish what she is saying, not wishing to discuss it, and stating aloud that she isn't looking for happiness or an ending.

Now with Maguire's writing holding a tendency towards multiple interpretations, or purposefully left vague enough to leave it up to the reader (as his almost constant refusal to clarify attests to), I don’t feel too bad in viewing this with a Gelphie tilt. Though considering that Glinda’s dialogue and thoughts almost always turn towards her, I don’t think that is too unrealistic of me.

So, what was the rest going to be?

All things considered, and with her previously trying to console Liir - while mentioning doing the same for Elphaba - it stands to reason it would have been her trying to do so again (despite being well aware none of them will accept it). Perhaps to say that not all stories have a happy ending, even if you think they should. Considering she is led to say this in regards to Rain and Tip, it is not a stretch to assume that she may be thinking of herself and Elphaba and what she may have once envisioned for the future.

Naturally, the lines directly before this one are Glinda bringing up the possibility of Elphaba coming back – which is by now a common rumour/belief amongst people:

“... Maybe Elphaba will come back one day, or maybe she won’t, but in the meantime I have known you. That will see me through, I do believe.” Elphaba is not coming back, thought Rain, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Not to an old fool like Glinda.

A part of Glinda still hoping, perhaps, for that happy ending in whatever shape it may be. Even with all the decades that have passed since Elphaba's death, and even more since their original parting and the end of whatever they did have. One could even say that she is still... holding out...

Then Elphaba does come back. Maybe. In death or a dying hallucination or something altogether quite impossible.

And, considering what follows: now I haven’t read the Another Day trilogy (yet), but have it on good authority that the ambiguous endings for two couples are now happy endings. At least for one, the end for the other now a hopeful one. So maybe, just maybe, something apparently impossible did happen - which is another discussion entirely.

*I know some people believe it is Rain releasing Glinda from her cell at the end, and I won't dismiss other people's theories, but that is not one I believe.

[pastafossa]

Weird question but, how did you come up with your username?

I would I could say it was some big huge clever setup but in reality I tend to pick usernames that are adjective/noun followed by an animal. My last AO3 username had Civet in the name for example. 😆

So the thought process was basically just: what are some animals with short names that I love? Hmm hmm hmm... ooh! Fossas! Those are neat! And ooooh what if I made it rhyme? What else do I love that rhymes with 'fossa'? ...PASTA. I LOVE PASTA. I CAN BE LIKE A LIL FOSSA WITH A BOWL OF PASTA.

I didn't put any deeper thought into it. Especially cause I thought... well, no one's gonna read the fics on this account anyway, so the username won't matter wheeze.

Now if someone calls "Pasta?" In the middle of a store I WILL answer involuntarily. I find the entire thing hilarious.

[bread-making-vikings]

Do you have a recommendation for where to start with Adrian Tchaikovsky? Been wanting to give his books a try!

Depends what you like! This is turning into a weird ramble/list I keep editing and shifting so sorry if it makes 0 sense.

Harder space-y sci-fi

My intro was Children of Time, which is a gorgeous hard sci-fi book about sapient spiders on a terraforming project gone wrong. 2 sequels that go further into what counts as a person and what sapience looks like in a totally alien world.

Shards of Earth is probably his most classic sci-fi series - big aliens have been tearing up planets, humanity is a diaspora, scrungly space psychic for some reason ends up having to deal with it.

Cage of Souls is probably my favourite - academic sent to a prison in the wilderness, in the "Last Days of Humanity" (but actually what we call humanity is very nebulous and what counts as Last Days is very subjective, there's rat people).

Alien Clay - revolutionaries sent to a planet where everything wants to Become You. Absolute Banger, but I can't describe much without spoiling it or really diluting it.

Revolutions - trilogy of novellas in 1 volume, about different oppressive societies and what it takes to overturn them, and to sustain a new system in their place.

More grounded sci-fi

Doors of Eden - diverging timelines creating a multiverse where different species got a chance at dominance. Spacefaring trilobites. Earth-spanning Ediacaran mats. Neanderthal men in black. Slaps real hard. Great lesbians. Amazing trans woman.

Dog of War/Bear Head/third one coming out soon aaaaa - humanity creates an anthropomorphic slave race, and it's from the perspective of a dogman programmed and trained and genetically predisposed to being a Good Dog (i.e. doing war crimes on orders) and the journey of him and his pals breaking free and what it means to be independent when you've known nothing else. Lots of absolution of responsibility vs taking control of yourself. Another one that's so subtly complex I can't go into more without doing it a disservice.

Fantasy

his first series Shadows of the Apt, which I believe was based on a TTRPG, is about a bunch of insect-based cultures (he likes crawlies) and some quest-happening between them. A bit steampunk, a bit magical, not necessarily his best work at the start, but very formative for his style and ideas. And really good worldbuilding that you can feel the passion leaking out of.

The Tiger and The Wolf - bronze age shapeshifters, maybe a destiny or maybe the MC just happens to be in the middle of a bunch of shit. Really good.

City of Last Chances - a little bit China Mieville tbh, weird city where magic is strange and everywhere, under the foot of an empire fuelled by killing gods and replacing them with their own brand of orthodoxy. 2nd one I haven't read yet and I think a 3rd one soon.

I've definitely forgotten loads because he is a Machine who doesn't ever stop writing, solely to bankrupt me and make me keep rearranging the T section of my bookcases.

He also has a load of short stories, and a bunch of them are very genre-hopping. He absolutely churns them out so I'm amazed they're so consistently good. Unlike a bunch of other sci fi authors in the UK he also includes gender and racial diversity in a super thoughtful and profound way, and is constantly supporting smaller and minority authors. Most of his books' themes are about the power of community, resistance against oppressive regimes, and the strengthening of any society by variation within and around it (some of the lines in Alien Clay about the oppression of a nonbinary scientist specifically made me bawl). And person doesn't just mean human.

Also, he cultivates an amazing variety of narrative voices between and within his books, so if you don't like one please please please don't give up there and try one of the other different ones.

tl;dr: if you prefer sci fi start with Children of Time, if you prefer fantasy start with the Tiger and the Wolf.

[fabuloustrash05]

How would you like it when Trunks and/or Bulla take over Capsule Corp one day? Since the Super manga shows that Trunks isn’t as tech savvy as his sister, I think they should tag-team it where Trunks handles the business side while Bulla handles the tech development. :))

That very well might be the outcome for Bulla, since the franchise has kind of established that she is not and will not be a fighter. The manga has confirmed that she is very intelligent and tech savvy unlike her brother. So her taking over the family business wouldn’t be a surprise to me.

(Btw for this ask I’m completely ignoring GT where Trunks was the CEO of Capsule Corp, cause there’s a whole debate on whether or not it’s canon)

Mind you, Bulla is only like 3-4 at this point (I think) and she was able to fix a complex computer virus. However, while I find that very impressive, I don’t like it how Bulla is just a carbon copy of her mother not just in looks, but now also in skills. I kind of wish that more was given to her in regards for her character to show that she truly is Vegeta’s daughter. Have a little bit more of her father’s side seep through her, whether that is in personality, attitude, or even having her show a slight interest in battle/training. Mix her mother’s smarts with her father’s love for battle and that would make Bulla an unstoppable threat. 

This is the daughter of the Saiyan prince for crying out loud! Do something more with her than just being Bulma’s clone!!

[charles-leclerc-official]

becoming compelled by the sebmark haunting the choscar narrative … also bc i read a ficlet ab them the other day that was the most insanely compelling sexual tension rivalry … i need more of them and NOT just people tagging choscar on landoscar posts. if charles isn’t in it idc

I need at least a full essay on this immediately.

This is the problem with rare pairs. They get lost in the larger ships more often than not. I am working on doing my part to bring more attention to Choscar as a dynamic because yes, it's so compelling and there is also a lot of nuance to mine there.

Charles did not serve this look in Baku for us to do nothing with it

Like??? Hello

Also criminal to mention said ficlet and not include a link!

[captain-space-kin]

”But Llorumi is basically incest-” Y’all would not have survived Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012), the show with actual incest in it.

[clegfly]

Doodle featuring my incredibly not canon little prince outfit for sunnyware

OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD. GOES SO CRAZY GOES SO CRAZY I LOVE HIM… HES CANON NOW. HIS LITTLE FIT… OKAY UEAH THIS IS CANON. GOING CRAZY OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH SHDJSJSJSJSJSJSJJD

I just saw your other rb and you seem to REALLY like sunnyware so as a treat here are all three arts ever of him </3/hj

Also fun fact!!! Sunnyware’s death is what causes mariware to go to second stage :( She did not take it very well

NO BUT GENUINELY DANNY I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS DESIGN OF HIM OUGHHHHH MY SON…….. also MARIWARE BAHAHAH THATS EXACTLY WHAT THEYRE LIKE- THE FADING SUNNYWARE IN THE BACKFROUND I CANT. THIS IS SO FUNNY