#(but only if you squint lol)

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[spaceouttatime]

I just want something to go right.

[ylge]

NIGHT

Inspired by this scene in ToG S2's new opening song

[lesbian-rook]

could you draw ragatha comforting an abstracting pomni? like ragatha calms her down enough to make the abstraction go away! thanks :3

🎶When darkness is all you see This is our Sweet Blasphemy🎵

[isjasz]

The brainrot continues (Blame @vesperionnox and @cherrysherin we are dragging the whole server down with this au)

Part 1

[thatonebipotato]

a somewhat swap au of Scarab and Prismo. i say somewhat because its not just swapping them, i changed a lot of stuff other than just like their jobs. heehoo ok enjoy :]

text descriptions and more information under cut ^^!

Prismo -

his [physical] body is "frozen" in time

a bit more calloused over his years of working, but still considered very chill

he usually talks people down so he doesn't have the fight them

the crystal weapon is around his neck

it shoots out like a flashlight

the auras/souls of his victims get trapped in jars

pupils go starry when he does this

So here, Prismo is a god auditor! He's still very down to earth, but after years of fighting and monitoring and capturing, he's a bit worn down. That being said, he's still generally considered to be everybody's pal! The crystal he uses can't store the people he gets, so he has to carry around the jars. Because of this, he can usually only detain like two people at once, maybe three if he pushes it.

Prismo has some resentment about not being Wishmaster, but not the way that Scarab would! He just thinks he could do a better job, but he respects Wishmaster Scarab and just kinda lets it slide. He and Scarab are actually pretty close, and if he's injured or just very bored he'll go bother the cosmic bug.

Things he can do that aren't mentioned are that he can walk on walls/defy gravity, make duplicates of himself, and teleport. Duplicating himself and teleporting takes a looot of energy out of him, and considering that he is perpetually tired, he really doesn't use those abilities a lot.

Scarab -

this form resembles his physical body, but is still just a projection

he can touch stuff, but can't feel anything and can't be hurt/damaged

he's a bit more relaxed, but is still quite strict/rule oriented

the wings of his mask can open up, but usually don't

he is very big :)

the time room is less of a room and more like a never-ending labyrinth of paths

only the truly determined will obtain a wish

Scarab as the Wishmaster is a lot more relaxed than in canon, but due to his nature he is still a bit strict about rules and such. He will explain how exactly a wish will work to those who reach their goal, and if they choose to ignore that, they don't get a second chance. He usually won't go further into detail about the rules, either. This is where Prismo's slight distaste comes from, because he thinks that if he were in Scarab's place he would be nicer about it. That's about as far as that goes, though.

The main entrance that everyone is allowed through(the labyrinth) is infinite, but there is space around it(like a pocket dimension inside of a pocket dimension). Getting into the outside space will lead to the rest of the Time Room, but only Scarab has access to that. He spends most of his time floating in the abyss of the main area. There is no set path to find him, and he will instead come to whoever enters, if they're determined enough.

Scarab does not let people wander freely through the Time Room, so most of the other cosmic entities tend to avoid him because he isn't very fun. Prismo doesn't, though. Unlike anyone else who may enter, if Prismo simply calls out for Scarab, he will arrive almost immediately. Though Scarab has a 3D form, he is still confined to the Time Room, and does not find joy in watching the universes(he only does it if he's reeeallly bored, or if it's necessary). And since he blocks off the rest of the room to anyone else, he never gets any visitors, only mortals looking for his favor.

He doesn't mind the isolation at all, but he does enjoy the company that Prismo offers him. He doesn't mind being secluded, but he gets lonely sometimes. Prismo has many tales of his adventures being an auditor, and Scarab has begun keeping notes on all of them. He looks forward to Prismo's next visit always.

That's about all I have to say about them and their lore, at least as a base to build off of later, so uhhh here's they're color pallets :]

On the left is just how they both look, and the right is just missing the gradient for Scarab so it's easier to see(they don't look super great, but im just laying out the colors)

[emblazons]

"Duty is sacrifice. All men of honor must pay it's price."

Dion Lesage & Sir Terence in Final Fantasy XVI Jacaerys Velaryon & Cregan Stark in House of the Dragon ⤷ the honor and heartbreak of following one's prince

[turning-monday-blue]

Sweets (1/?)

The snugness was barely tolerable. She had overestimated herself. She looked surreptitiously over her shoulder and ducked around a corner. The only thing following her were her bad decisions, but she felt chased all the same.

Okay. Calm down. Breathe (but not too deep). Evaluate the situation. What are your options? Can you loosen anything?

She looked down at herself. Past her swollen breasts, past a fluffy roll of upper belly, she examined her waistline. Nope. The button was the only thing keeping the zipper together, and vice versa. For the millionth time, she lamented her morning. What a bright idea, interviewing for a job with a snack company. She was very well aware of how sweets affected her.

Could she find somewhere discrete to wait out her... little metabolic mishap? She looked around for a discrete nook to accommodate her fresh bulk.

The little atrium she had found had a series of plush benches around the walls. She sighed and headed for the one in the corner. She sucked in as best she could and sat down. Some horny little corner of her mind made note of how it felt as her tight belly shifted against her puffy thighs.

Sitting like this, only barely upright lest bending too far compromise her jeans, she couldn't ignore how her waistband was trying to cut her in half. She thought back to how she had done this to herself. The lovely HR manager had very explicitly pointed out the basket of the company's sugary offerings there in the middle of interview table. The woman had been insistent that she try at least one of each, gushing like any good salesperson about their rich flavors and subtle textures, occasionally even peeling one out of its wrapper and handing it to her.

How could she have done anything but eat what was offered to her? And by a beautiful woman, no less. She knew how her body reacted to food like this, but she had been desperate to make a good impression, to look good and eager and employable. A good girl. She ignored that last thought, and the accompanying shiver through her frazzled tummy.

She closed her eyes and tried to steady herself. Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth (but not too deeply). All she had to do was calm down, and give her body a chance to do the same. Then she could find a back door to sneak out of, go home and hope that somehow that she hadn't blown the interview.

She opened her eyes again and caught sight of herself in a mirror across the room. Holy crap, she was huge. She had been her normal, narrow self, and her outfit had fit very very normally, when she had arrived. But now? Now it looked positively painted onto her. Her breasts were trying to spill out of her tastefully exposed bra and over the lapel of her blouse. She was more balloon than woman at this point. She ignored another tingle.

As she watched herself in the mirror, she noticed something change. Slowly but surely, the last wrinkle in her blouse smoothed out. Uh oh. That meant... she was still filling out. Panic. She tingled again.

No. No. Calm. Breathe (but not too deep). She closed her eyes again, and could feel her plump body quietly grow. Crap.

Panic. Calm. Breathe (but not too deep). Calm.

Maybe if she didn't look, it would go away. That had never worked before, sure, but there's a first time for everything, right?

As she rationalized to herself, she noticed the sound of heels clacking towards her hiding spot. Panic!

Maybe their owner would pass and not notice her?

No such luck.

The woman who had interviewed her rounded the corner.

"There you are!"

She struggled to stand. So tight.

"You left your purse upstairs. I get it, though. Interviews can be pretty stressful, huh?"

Like nothing had changed. Did this woman not notice that she was currently three times the size she was when she had shown up? Could this woman not hear every seam in her clothes creaking in harmony? Could the woman not see how wide and deep and round she was becoming?

"It's such a beautiful handbag, I almost wanted to keep it for myself!" The woman laughed. "Oh well."

She took the bag from the woman. "O-oh! Thank you!" Leapt out of her.

"Listen," said the woman, "technically I have to review a few other candidates, but I think you're a shoo-in for the position." The woman moved closer. "No one else has shown so much... enthusiasm." Closer still. She basked in the smell of the woman's musky perfume.

"Oh... that's great!" she managed to squeak out.

"In fact," the woman continued, "if you'd like to come back upstairs, we can have you fill out the onboarding paperwork now, so you don't have to come back just to fill out some forms if... when we give you the job." So close now.

"Um! Okay!" What.

The woman placed a gentle hand on the side of her massive, tight, growing belly. "Listen, between you and me, that passion you showed today will take you far with us. Do you feel like the offer is fair? We can negotiate further if you need." The woman's eyes were so sincere.

What was going on here? She could barely think.

The woman placed her other hand on top of her belly, well hidden by her burgeoning breasts. "I do hope you'll say yes."

"Um..."

There was a pop. Her button pinged away across the room from her overburdened jeans. It made a little thwack sound as it hit the far wall. Her zipper flew down, zizzing audibly. Her belly erupted through the breach. Her blouse retreated upwards. The tingling became a roar. All the while, the woman, as though no tectonic shifts were happening right there and then, continued to implore with borderline puppydog eyes.

The world held its breath with her. How had this woman not reacted to any of that?! What? Was the woman still waiting for an answer?

"...okay?" She tried. She wasn't sure if her brain was still working. "Sure?" Best to stick to small sentences.

"Yay!" cheered the woman, "I really think you'll love it here!" The woman launched in for a quick hug around her exposed belly. The woman's arms didn't go even halfway around her. And still the woman didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong.

"Well! If you'll follow me back to the elevators, we can at least get the formalities out of the way."

The woman took her by the hand and pulled, still gentle. She followed, mutely. Even the horniest, shamiest corners of her mind were silent, waiting with bated breath.

As they reached the elevators, the woman pushed the up button and stood to the side. "Please," said the woman, "after you!"

On autopilot now, she stepped into the elevator and... wedged into the door. Stuck. What. Panic? Calm? The elevator dinged again as if to say "I'm waiting!"

The cold of the elevator doors brought her back to reality. She put a hand on either side of herself and tried to pull herself in. As though this were somehow normal, the woman chirped "Oh, here, let me help!"

She felt a gentle pair of hands press into her oceanic bottom. Her horny brain thrilled again. She clamped down on those thoughts. No time to be a pervert.

Between the two of them, they muscled her into the elevator. She turned to face the doors in time to watch the woman press into her in order to let the doors close. Normally equipped for eight full-sized human adults, due to her immensity, it very barely fit two.

"We need floor thirty," said the woman into her barely contained cleavage. She tried to reach for the panel of buttons, but by now there was simply too much of her in the way.

"I've got it," said the woman, reaching behind her without looking.

They rode the thirty floors quietly. She could feel herself still widening, pressing towards the walls of the elevator car. Her embarrassment had burnt out, leaving only a kind of stunned peace in her mind. She tried to will her body away from the woman, but where else could it really go?

By the time they reached their destination, the woman was firmly pressed against the doors, still showing no indication of the extra-ordinariness of the situation.

As the doors opened, the woman stepped back, grabbed her hands, and pulled as she tried to wiggle through the door. Eventually she floomped through, and they set off toward the HR suite.

Full-on waddling now, she felt an inner tension release. She had stopped growing. Relief. If nothing else, at least things had stopped getting worse. Sure, she was almost round enough to roll. Tingle. Sure, her clothing had been reduced to barely covering her... rude areas. Tingle. Sure, a beautiful woman was acting as though this was all perfectly normal. Tingle tingle tingle. But hey, at least it finally wasn't getting worse.

The woman pushed open the double doors to the HR suite and welcomed her in with another glittering smile. They seemed to be the only ones there. The woman led her, patiently, to the front desk area. The woman ducked behind the desk, looking for something.

"Hmm, it looks like I'll need to go print off more some more copies of the forms. Shouldn't take more than a minute or two." Finally she'd have a moment to collect herself.

Then the woman produced a basket, laden with various goodies, from underneath the desk. "Here! Help yourself, sorry to make you wait." Uh.

"Oh, here, allow me," said the woman, picking out a chocolate confection, peeling it, and pressing it into her mouth. "I'll be right back!"

She chewed and swallowed the treat.

Uh oh.

[soupmanspeaks]

something something ghost hunter au where its the same that Michael post sister location wants to right his fathers wrongs somehow but Jeremy is like "Right right right I gotchu, I got an evp, a rem pod, a ghost box, a-" and before Michael can even protest they're already at the FNAF 1 location doing an Estes session after a promising Ouija board usage

[cure-whimsy-arts]

6am Snotlout doodle page... He is my favourite character

ko-fi ☕ | ID in alt text

closeups under the cut:

[escapizm]

"No song can reach me, so I scream silently

A sea where all light is silent,

Grab my lost ankle again,

Can't hear any sound,

Killin' me now, killin' me now, do you hear me?"

- BTS, "Black Swan"

[zeroducks-2]

Bart and Thad: you and Barry Allen are out grandpas.

Eo who’s immediate thought is he and Barry had a child: of course we are.

Man would find a way to make a child with Flash as some sort of revenge or show that he’s the superior speedster.

See I consider Eobard as part of the "flashfamily" whether everyone likes it or not lmao.

He's been there forever. He's brought Barry back even when no one could/was willing to. He helped Wally's kids mainline their connection with the Speed Force just because he was passing through and realized the kids needed it. He raised Barry's twins (Don and Dawn) in a now unfortunately erased timeline, after saving both their lives, and they had taken to call him Uncle Eobard. He protected Barry's granddaughter (Jenni) and her father by chasing them away from mortal danger.

I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out at some point that he and Barry ACTUALLY had a kid in some timeline lmao

(idk if it would be to demonstrate that he's the superior speedster. He doesn't seem to care much, he knows he's faster than the others. Which makes sense - the Speed Force is "divided" between a dozen of people, while fortunately for everyone, there is one Negative Speedforce user who is also the Negative Speedforce personified)

[seesboy]

it's finally time for me to unveil my piece for @klapollo-minibang 2023 !! go check out off the record by @mikuworld right now >:-)

[macktruckofdoom]

I’ve not had time to sit and continue reading the jjk manga (also ch212 kinda broke my brain with the tragedy and I already know the tragedy uh spirals into even more tragedy so I’m biding my time), and so I’ve been listening to s1 while I do stuff in lab. And I want to put down the thoughts I’ve been having about Junpei x Yuuji and Megumi x Yuuji and of course, Sukuna.

The Magic(tm) of Yuuji’s ability to make anyone like him is never more on display than it is with Junpei. I do find it quite interesting that Yuuji’s aware of what he’s doing. He needs to talk to Junpei for the mission and there’s a teacher in the way. He can tell at a glance that Junpei is upset with that teacher and takes immediate action to (1) get rid of the teacher and (2) get rid of the teacher in such a way that Junpei will be appreciative of it. The magic has a method! I’m all for interpretations of Yuuji’s character that make him seem like a ray of gentle sunshine, but I really think Yuuji is quite a bit more complex than that. The way Gege has written him to hide his struggle to maintain that brightness from those who care about him is fascinating to me. Because to me it implies that the brightness is completely intentional.

Even though Gege is implying that the sunshine demeanor is somewhat of a mask, the writing shows that Yuuji is 100% what he seems when it comes to his determination to do good and his unshakeable moral fiber. And the Junpei x Yuuji friendship to tragic death bullet train reallly pulls no punches in that regard. But the murder of Junpei by Mahito was really only a training session for the desolation Yuuji is facing now that Megumi has been caged by Sukuna.

Through the first season Yuuji says something really interesting which my Japanese is not good enough to properly translate. But it’s along the lines of: no matter what, they’re curses. His vast ability to empathize is part of the Yuuji magic, and he extends that empathy to everyone, including cursed spirits and curse users and his fellow shamans and other non-shamans too. But time and again, the curses he faces show him that his empathy is misplaced and is in fact a detriment.

Megumi has no such empathy toward curses (and rather like Junpei, Megumi has a depleted stock of empathy toward his fellow humans). And out of all the cast of characters it is Megumi bully-of-bullies who has had the most parallels to Sukuna, former human and King of Curses. All of which makes me wonder if that powerful empathy that did in fact reach Junpei in the end (before Mahito did him dirty) will need to be directed Sukuna this time around. Because Megumi is exhausted. If he did have the emotional bandwidth to imagine being free and in control of his body, he can’t have the energy to imagine what he would do with that freedom. Not since the two people who have known him his whole life lay dead at his hands. So no matter how much Yuuji might wish to try, empathy won’t reach Megumi.

This doesn’t mean he can’t reach Sukuna. Much as Mahito nearly rewrote Yuuji’s whole credo, I think there is an emotional lever that Yuuji can pull that will work on Sukuna. Because at the end of the day Yuuji sees curses as people too. He just has to think from Sukuna’s perspective…in truth Yuuji needs to think from Megumi’s perspective so he can grope his way toward understanding Sukuna. Luckily, unlike Gojou who tried but ultimately I don’t think ever really understood what Megumi was thinking about, Yuuji does actually understand Megumi’s worldview, even as he may not agree.

And I think that the time is coming when Yuuji will get his chance. Hana is firing Jacob’s Ladder at Megumi/Sukuna again, and I think Yuuji and Sukuna will have their moment to ‘communicate’ as many of the other characters have had at the moment of death.

[supemaeve]

Apparently, your work still has "Maggie Shaw" as your emergency contact.

[dnf171]

i would LOVE to hear more about your forced coming out story/leaked sex tape fic idea! you’re one of my favorite authors and that trope always hits for me

(thank you anon for sending me number 54 & for OG anon's kind words!) this is another idea crafted with my lil evil genius @catofthecanals289 when we were telling each other bedtime stories on our recent holiday lol so this is 100% a joint effort from both of us

cw: very brief mention of weight loss so under cut

Okay so the idea was that Daniel fires Michael (sorry if you are a Michael stan, stop reading now maybe) after Max gets worried about how much weight Daniel loses in the 2022 season and tentatively (stubbornly) convices him that maybe Daniel should try a session with his trainer, Brad. and Daniel is like, huh this does actually feel better.

So when Daniel goes to Michael's place to tell him, obviously they have a big, big fight about it. Especially when Daniel kinda chickens out and admits that Max convinced him. He doesn't want his friend to blame him! But this obviously makes Michael more mad because lets say (for plot) that he's never been the biggest fan of Max or his relationship with Daniel. He and Daniel have been friends for years! how could Daniel chose Max over him:(

The fight escelates until Daniel is storming out angrily because Michael has some choice things to say back about how you forgetting how to drive a race car isn't my fault mate, walks home and doesn't realise he's left his phone at Michaels...

Michael however, does notice, and when it starts buzzing on his coffee table with Max texting like, how did he take it? are you okay? he sees red. Opens it to text back like, fuck you max, love from michael, but instead, just above Max's message is. A video. Of Max and Daniel. Of Daniel sucking Max's dick.

Michael doesn't know what comes over him really. He only knows that he's angry, really fucking angry when he hits the button to share it onto Daniel's twitter...