#*laughs in evil genius*

[rossary-of-the-rose]

A Spiral Leitner book which just looks like a normal maths textbook for teenagers but none of the equations make any sense. They look like they’d work out fine, and anyone but the owner of the book can solve them easily, but to the owner none of them work out correctly. Eventually the owner is driven mad because god fucking dammit none of these questions are answerable, they have an overdue assignment and they cannot for the life of them figure out where they’re going wrong.

To feed off of victims, the book replaces struggling kids normal maths books with itself. Eventually the book causes the owner to read every question wrong, not just the maths ones within its pages. The child’s grades have plummeted and all hope for their future have been lost.

Can also have some Eye elements ‘cause the student can feel all the other kids judging them when they get every single question wrong, even the really easy ones. Even the teachers are getting angry at them for not being able to do the most basic equations, and their parents are starting to act like their child has some sort of mental disability. This feeling of being judging and being thought of as inferior leads the owner of the book to detest all their peers and academics in general. They stop hanging out with their friends because they can see the way they smirk and roll their eyes when they get yet another thing wrong. They no longer do their homework or classwork, instead skipping school entirely, causing a rift to come between them and their parents as their parents attempt to force them to attend school but they always find a way to escape, and suddenly boom they’re completely isolated, bringing the Lonely into play, as the owner of the Leitner gives up on human contact entirely because why try when everyone will always think they’re a braindead failure?

Growing into adulthood, the owner’s already marked by three of Smirke’s Fourteen. Their life was over before it ever truly began.

[takami-takami]

Ok this is so random, but I just thought of this while playing The Sims 4 💀

Imagine showing your best friend Keigo the game, showing him how it works, etc. And Keigo starts playing, because why not, his best friend (and totally NOT his first ever crush) likes it, so he figures he's gonna like it too. And at first, he just makes silly characters when he's tired and needs to turn off his head for a while or has nothing to do, maybe he makes a character that is a cooking chef or something. But then one day, he gets an idea. He can make you. He can make both of you and put you into a nice little world that he can make, a world that he knows you would surely love to see, with all your favorite hangout spots and everything.

And so he starts playing. He put the both of you into the same house, because why not? And it starts off nicely, playing as the two of you, making the characters into best friends, just like the two of you are in real life.

One day, he's just mindlessly scrolling through YouTube, looking for additional mods that he can download to make his game even better and more realistic. And he runs into one. And when he does, he has to close his laptop and think for a second. After a little self humiliation, he quickly downloads the mod and puts it in the proper mod file.

The mod in question is one of the more realistic mods out there - the Wicked Whims mod (for those not familiar - it's an 18+ mod with 18+ animations...). At first, he doesn't use it, but he knows it's there. He keeps playing, his character having a lot of fun with the character that is supposed to resemble you.

But one day his fantasies grow a little stronger. As he lays on the bed, fisting his cock to the thought of you, he remembers the certain file that is currently sitting innocently in his laptop. He doesn't waste a second as he gets up and opens the game with one hand.

Since your characters were already best friends, it wasn't that hard to quickly get them to do their first kiss. And then their first makeout session. And oh god he can't wait any longer-

He open the list of the animations, every description is like a drug that he can't keep his hand and eyes off of. It's paradise, he thinks. And so he spends and hour - was it already and hour? - edging himself to every animation he has downloaded, trying to find the perfect one. He tries every surface that is accessible, as he still projects how this would look like irl in his mind's eye.

One the post nut clarity sets in, he immediately deletes the mod and all of the animations off of his laptop in embarrassment. (Don't worry, he for sure redownloaded them all a few days later..)

:)

Starts slamming my head against the wall.

[childeater46]

*feeds the beast*

[allisonreader]

Please note that I'm gleefully asking at least a handful of questions to anyone who reblogs my Inklings Challenge related ask game.

[nikothebookdragon]

agatha all along slapped so hard it made me (an avid marvel ignorer) cave and watch the mcu the right from the beginning

[sketch-mer-6195]

Getting an oil change for the car with my brother and he, being the one to know about my mech husband, found this.

@scholastic-dragon our hubby is amazing.

@mysticboombox I can't help it.

[liliallowed]

okay I'm doing it

I'm finally writing a soulmate au.

WITH ALL THE ANGST AND TRAUMA AND MESSED UP SHT ANYONE HAS EVER SEEN.

this tropes about to get rekt.

oh so you thought soulmates were cute? how about being tied up with your worst enemy?

do you run? or use the soul bond as LEVERAGE to USE your enemies weakness and get what you want?

[aerithisms]

i just can't believe they made me cry so much over the most inevitable character death ever like this is a character death i knew about before i knew literally anything else about final fantasy and they still made me bawl like a small child

[helenapsent]

Okay the first ten episodes are done, it's a lot of fun, I have 16 more to go, but anyway, that huge "devil" in the red suit makes my brain definitely think in the wrong direction and makes my logic turn off, it's a mess, I should start watching myself

[headslikekites]

finally figured out how to analyze dmp files and now I know that the mystery crashes plaguing me for months are because of a faulty gpu 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[multiandmany]

A crow kept leaving twigs, coins, and other random stuff on Jack's doorstep. For weeks it was hard to tell why but it was attempting to flirt with Wuya.

Each time it gets shooed off but anything of value is kept. At this point Jack was wondering if he needed to ask Kattnappe for one of her cats or build one himself.

[randomjreader]

...so

Alright, so after the shock that was freaking Drake Sattabut Laedeke showing up in only friends, everyone place your bets on who else is gonna make a cameo. Here's mine:

Gawin — I stand by my statement that there's a chance of P'Jojo bringing back old CPs just to see everyone lose their shit over it, so gawin might damn well be the mystery person first was talking about. Also I think he could pull off a character in a show like only friends well

Mix — Everyone thinks the mystery person is gonna be Mix, and I see it

Ohm Pawat — again, old CP (the shipper), and the fact that this guy is like a BL veteran (he's been in like 5) so I can see how he would probably be more familiar/comfortable w doing NC scenes, which makes him a logical choice. Also, LOL fanfest fireboy stage.

Pond Naravit — again, fireboy stage. Also, didn't he play a stripper in dirty laundry? He could probably pull off a role in only friends. (Or maybe I'm just biased as a pond stan)

Fluke Pusit — also another BL veteran imo, and a good actor. I've seen some clips and he did good in the warp effect, so maybe bcs of that they'll bring him in?

Thoughts?

[iced-souls]

ALSO

Update one my creations storyline thing

So as may possibly know from a few months ago, i stopped drawing comics for left behind to write it all up before hand because i think it’ll be better that way.

But it’s taking a while because i have very bad memory—

Also I’m writing up a void gang thing, which i don’t know if I’ve talked about yet, but I’m planning on it being sort of like an askblog. So, ask questions, you’ll get a reply from the characters. The only difference is that void gang isn’t going to be directly one on one with the characters, but through asking questions you unlock “recordings” that have answers within them.

So for example you could ask “what’s MG’s favourite colour”. And you probably won’t get a direct ‘mg talking to the camera saying her favourite colour’. But you might get recording #243 where in one part of it mg says in the background “red! The colour of my enemies blood as i strike them down in Twain!!! Personally my favourite colour.”. It may sound like I’ve already written this exact line down but in fact i have not and am probably gonna add it in lol.

So that’s that idea, buuuut I’m probably gonna wait until I’ve finished writing up left behind until i continue on that project. So it’s gonna be a while so in the meantime fellow undertale lovers i ask that you keep the fandom alive and blooming long enough till even decades later so I’m not alone when i finally am ready—

Anyways, so the update is that I’ve officially decided an order of creations to do:

1. Write left behind 2. Draw/rough pages of left behind 3. Draw/rough LB + write up Void gang 4. Draw/rough LB + rough VG 5. Nyeh other stuff—

So that’s the plan! Obviously with other smaller things in between but this is my plan for the bigger things!

For smaller things, i got many. But i have more patience and less “deadline” for them. My other universes are smaller thing right now, but after i get grooving with LB and VG then I’m gonna boost those up. [‘those’ being auto-mundus, soop’s universe, and dulcie’s universe]. Sadly i can’t choose just one because i express the exact same amount of large excitement for each and every one of them—

Oh and if you wanna know some smaller things I’m planning on completing, a list of some top ones areeeeee: rottmnt voicelines as my oc’s animatic thing (i have 5 1/2 out of 20 done), void gang song animation/animatic thing, other animatics, some skele-characters, character submissions thing, character ref’s, some drawings on top of other pictures, and etc.

But yeah. Anyhow. If it’s a thing or time of year for you happy march break!

[mapis-putellas]

𝑯𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 1325

Warnings: none

Summary: You hack Alexia’s instagram.

It was almost too easy to get Alexia's Instagram password. It started off as a casual "help me, please" when she couldn't get her account to update one day. You'd offered to take a look, and within minutes, she'd trusted you enough to give you her password. Now, you sat on the sofa, staring at the list of questionable, slightly embarrassing photos you'd taken of her over the past few months, knowing exactly what you were about to do.

Alexia, the captain of her team, usually kept her public image squeaky clean. Polished, strong, professional. The world knew her as a serious, disciplined player who could take on any challenge. But you? You knew a different side of her. One that stumbled in at 3 AM after a night out with teammates, cheeks red from laughter and wine, or who sent you the most ridiculous selfies when she'd just woken up. She was adorable, and for the past few months, you'd kept these little memories tucked safely in your camera roll. Until now.

You bit back a grin as you selected the first photo. Alexia was sitting at the dining table, mouth stuffed full, eyes slightly glazed from the wine you'd been sharing. It was a terrible, hilarious photo, and it was about to become her new post.

Caption: "Sometimes is very... muy hard... to eat without make mess. But is ok! Me es captain, after all."

You held back a snicker as the post went live, imagining the horrified look she'd have if she saw it.

It didn't stop there. You scrolled to the next photo in your phone—a selfie she'd taken in a mirror after the shower, wrapped in just a towel with a smirk on her face. She probably took it as a joke for you, but that smirk practically begged to be captioned. You could almost feel her cringe from afar as you typed it out.

Caption: "Today I am very... sexy time. But not for you to see! Only for one very... special person ;)"

"Oh, she's going to kill me for this one," you muttered under your breath, posting it and then closing her profile quickly, pretending like nothing happened. You chuckled to yourself and set your phone down, feeling like an evil genius.

Hours later, you'd managed to stay out of her account just long enough to keep her from getting suspicious. But your "prank" felt like it was only getting started. You'd posted a few more times, each one worse than the last.

There was a picture of her at a team dinner, mid-sentence, with an expression that was a cross between a sneeze and a frown.

Caption: "Sometimes the food make me very... emotional. Is the passion, you know?"

Then another one of her curled up on the couch, half-asleep, wearing a mismatched pair of socks with her hair sticking out in all directions.

Caption: "Me, the powerful captain. Even in my dreams. Especially with... socks of power."

At this point, the comments on her posts had started blowing up. Fans were bewildered. Some thought her account had been hacked. Others were tagging her teammates, asking if she was alright. You, however, couldn't stop laughing.

It wasn't until later in the evening that you got the call. You were mid-laugh at another comment under her most recent post when her name popped up on your screen. Alexia had finished training, and judging by the number of missed texts and calls, she'd discovered her Instagram feed. You braced yourself as you picked up.

"Cariño," her voice came through, breathless and tense. "What... what happened to... my Instagram?"

You could picture her standing there, wide-eyed and mortified. "What do you mean?" you replied innocently, biting back laughter.

"The photos! And the... the... 'sexy time' caption!" she hissed, her Spanish accent thick and heavy with frustration. "I did not write these things!"

"Oh?" you feigned confusion. "But they sound like you. Very... passionate, no?"

There was a pause, then an exasperated sigh. "No, no, no," she said quickly. "This is... how do you say... loco! They think I am... silly!"

You could barely keep it together. "I mean, you are a bit silly. Remember that dinner photo? You look very emotional about that food."

"I am not emotional about food!" she snapped, sounding utterly betrayed. "This is bad, amor. Very bad. My teammates... they send messages. They say, 'Alexia, are you drunk?'"

You couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter. "Oh no, did they really?"

"Yes! They are very... how you say... worried! And my mother! My mother called, asking if I was okay!"

"Oh, that's brilliant," you wheezed, doubling over. "You should've seen this coming when you gave me your password."

There was a long, heavy silence. Then she groaned. "This is why I do not give my password to anyone."

"Guess you learned your lesson," you teased. "And you might want to check your latest post..."

Another beat of silence as she presumably opened her app and saw the final post you'd queued up: a picture of her in the mirror, flexing her arms with a ridiculously intense look on her face.

Caption: "Strong like bull, but soft like baby."

"NO! No, no, no," she cried, her voice barely a whisper. "This is... humiliation! My fans, they will... they will think I am crazy!"

"Or they'll think you're adorable," you countered, still laughing. "Which you are, by the way."

"You are so... how do you say... evil," she muttered, clearly flustered. "When I see you, I am going to... to..."

"To what?" you asked, grinning. "Hug me?"

"No, not hug," she huffed. "I am going to... to..."

You could tell she was struggling to find the right words, her English flailing under the pressure. "Going to what?"

She finally managed, "To... squish you like... like... tomato!"

That only made you laugh harder. "Oh, scary! The big, bad captain is going to squish me like a tomato!"

She grumbled in Spanish, clearly flustered beyond belief. "When I come home, you will see. No more password. Never."

"Whatever you say, 'strong like bull, soft like baby,'" you teased, unable to resist.

"Stop! No more of this!" she whined, but there was a slight hint of laughter in her voice.

"Alright, alright. I'll log out of your account," you promised, finally starting to relent.

A few moments later, a message popped up on your phone, the last straw for her, apparently.

Alexia: I am changing my password NOW!

With a smile, you sent back a quick response. "Can't blame you. But I think your fans quite enjoyed this little show."

Alexia: I do not care. Fans are important, but... no more with you. Never again!

You: "Oh, come on. You're the one who trusted me with your password."

Alexia: Big mistake!

By the time she finally made it home, you were still grinning ear to ear, waiting for her to walk through the door. When she did, the look of feigned anger mixed with absolute embarrassment on her face made it all worth it.

"There you are, my strong, soft baby," you greeted her, barely able to get the words out without cracking up again.

Alexia narrowed her eyes at you, arms crossed as she tried to appear stern. "This is not funny."

You grinned, taking a step towards her. "Oh, it's a little funny. And admit it—you looked cute."

She scoffed, but you could see her cheeks turning slightly pink. "I... I do not like this joke."

You stepped closer, pulling her into a hug despite her resistance. "Come on, admit it. You love me even though I'm an evil genius."

She sighed, reluctantly wrapping her arms around you. "Maybe. A little."

"That's all I needed to hear," you teased, kissing her cheek.

"Just remember," she murmured, her voice soft but with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I know where you sleep."

**

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[pomefioredove]

There was only one bed troupe w/ Rollo and/or Neige? Maybe we got forced into a road trip again and crowley, the genius he is, didn't order the rooms correctly, and now we have a couple room. Good bc big room, but . 1 bed. Shenanigans/pining or something ensue ❤️

actually scrumptious idea I'll take ten more of these /lh throwing in che'nya as a special treat

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ only one bed

type of post: blurbs characters: rollo, neige, che'nya additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

Night Raven College is hosting its own cultural event, and everything has been going... strangely well. Seriously! No overblots, no evil schemes, just a day of food, festivities, and fun.

Then then sun sets. And then, of course, everything goes wrong.

"Prefect!" Crowley says, throwing your door open. "Something terrible has happened! A complete fool has miscounted the number of beds needed to accommodate our guests!"

You don't like where this is going. "...And?"

"Since the other rooms in Ramshackle are currently under renovation, I told our guest they could stay with you!"

"A complete fool?" a cold voice asks. "If I recall correctly, Monsieur Crowley, you said you were the one who arranged the rooms."

Crowley laughs nervously and steps aside, letting Rollo Flamme in.

"Yes, well... ah, um... good evening!" the headmaster says, dismissing himself.

Rollo waits until he's gone out the front door before turning to you.

"Hello... again," he says. "I apologize for this... reunion. I'm aware these arrangements are completely improper."

You look around awkwardly. "No, it's... okay. You can come in,"

"You're a poor liar. But thank you,"

When it comes time for sleep, Rollo puts an unnecessary amount of distance between the two of you, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed with his back turned towards you. He's stiff.

It looks uncomfortable. "Are you sure you-"

"I'm well, thank you," his tone is sharp, but there's no malice in it.

You fall asleep before him, but he does eventually relax.

You know this, of course, because when you wake up, he's moved across the bed. His face is buried in your side, his arms tight around your waist, as if he's afraid you'll leave.

It's almost cute, in a way. And you let him be.

He looks like he could use the rest.

You can almost see the rays of sunshine before Neige comes in, a cute little suitcase under his arm.

Crowley wishes you a good night and books it before you can ask any questions, leaving you with the boy.

"...My, this is a very dirty place," he says, studying a cobweb in the corner.

"I've been working on that,"

Neige turns back to you with the brightest smile. "Oh, I can tell! You've made a wonderful home here."

It's weird, a compliment without the bite. You don't even know what to say.

After Neige fusses and coos over Grim for a while, he gets in bed at 9:30, an unsurprisingly early time. You follow, exhausted from the day, anyway.

He doesn't ask to cuddle, but he keeps looking at you. Those big, doe-like eyes are even shinier in the dark.

Eventually, you give in. "...Alright,"

Neige smiles, absolutely delighted, and you have to remind yourself that he's not just getting closer to pick your pockets. He just likes it. Your arm rests around his shoulders as he clings to your side, warm and comfortable in his handmade pajamas.

When you wake up the next morning, he's made you (and Grim) breakfast in bed with what little he could find in your collapsing pantry.

And, inexplicably, the entire house is clean.

"Hello again, you~" but the voice is coming from inside your room.

You flinch in surprise, and Che'nya giggles.

"Wha- Che'nya?" you ask, and turn back to the headmaster. "Wouldn't it make more sense for him to stay at Heartslabyul?"

"Nothing "makes sense" about that boy," Crowley sighs. "Well... good luck with that!"

And then he leaves. You stand there in defeat as Che'nya starts looking through your personal belongings.

He also seems to prefer looking at you, rather than sleeping.

"This house is rather drafty,"

"It's winter," you sigh. He's been staring at you for the past hour.

He hums. "I wonder if the snow loves the tree and fields, that it kisses them gently?"

More nonsense, you think.

Finally, you give up. "If you're cold, you can lay on me,"

You can tell that Che'nya likes that, not only because he immediately curls up, purring with his head on your stomach and his limbs taking up half the bed, but because he stops talking.

At least you can sleep in peace.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Clockwork sees how stressed Danny is from trying to be the goodest boy and never do anything remotely bad that could turn him evil and thinks he may have overdone it. At this rate his panic over never doing anything evil is going to force him to emotionally burn out and stop caring. Then he'll turn evil anyway.

So Clocky does something that sounds completely ridiculous in theory. He scoops Danny up and drops him into a universe full of superheros and villains and tells him to "Do whatever you want. There will be no consequences for you." Then he leaves.

And just like that, Danny goes apeshit. He decides to do the one thing he always wanted to do but was too afraid to because he didn't want to be judged, or worse, forced to join his parents.

He becomes a supervillian. Not as Phantom, no. But as Fenton! He goes full super genius mad scientist and terrorizes whatever city he's in. The local superhero is being driven insane as Danny builds death rays, shrink rays, his own modified version of the GAV, ect.

The best part if that the local heros can never catch him for long and when he is caught he always escapes before he is transported to whatever facility they wanted him in. He always ends up back in his home dimension where he goes back to acting normal and no one from either human dimension or the Infinite Realms knows what he's up to (except the stop watch of course)

After a particularly fun day in which Danny highjacks all broadcasting services to teach everyone in the world how to make insulin at home so you didn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for necessary medication, the Justice League was now on his tail.

Danny just laughs, thinking there's no way they'd ever be able to arrest him. Little does he know some guy calling himself Batman is leading the mission and he has no intention of arresting him. Danny, much to his horror, becomes far to familiar with adoption papers. As in he keeps having to set them on fire.