#An idea rattling around in my brain.

[ihaveaskeleton]

A Self-Indulgent Scene from a Fic That Will Probably Never Be Written.

MCU!Loki and Sigyn marrying.

Inspiration was taken from here. The idea was inspired by learning that comics!Loki despised Sigyn in at least a few issues, as well as watching Loki (spoilers in the tags but not the actual scene).

Sigyn had always imagined her wedding to take place among her neighbors and friends. As she accepted her groom's ancestral sword, she glanced out at the hundreds witnessing the act. Among them, her grandfather's face was the only one she knew.

The sword she presented the prince of Asgard was less ornate than the one she received but equal in quality. Her grandfather's thousands of years of mastery was evident in its blade, and the snake engraved in the leather wrapping its hilt had been carefully etched by herself after he had told her of her betrothal to the Snake Prince of Asgard.

Servants in finer clothes than she had ever dreamed of wearing placed the wedding bands on the hilts of their swords to be exchanged. As Loki took his ring, she warmed her smile with her silent wish that their marriage become a friendship. His own smile faltered. As their eyes met, his expression became colder than the deserts of Jotenheim. Though the moment was brief, it left her with a lingering sense of dread.

The prince thrust his sword into the soft dirt between them. He wrapped his hand on its hilt and looked at her expectantly. She hesitated. She was tempted to flee before their vows bound them eternally, but to do so would be a grave insult against the prince and, by extension, King Odin himself. She wrapped her hand around the hilt, her fingers accidentally brushing against Loki's. The strange cold of his skin only intensified her worry that she had not married a man but a monster.

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[artilite]

stay unserious chaos sonic <3 never change

[puppyeared]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[sleepinglionhearts]

Kana may, in fact, be named Kana because it is a simple name but also I know where I started, I'm borrowing that name with great respect u___u

[mlimby]

He turned the candy into bugs as a joke one year but the kids got more excited for the bugs instead

(yes he will revert them back to candy when they leave)

[flowerakatsuka]

smoke break & a familiar customer

more fanart of @brofightiscancelled & @awittlebabbyboy's postgrad plan au! no matter what, i'll always be obsessed with kara and had to draw his au design. he's so cutes and weighed down by so much regret, i'm absolutely captivated by him.

also, since a certain someone rides a moped, i hope it's alright if they stop by his mechanic shop. 👉👈

[writeaboutit]

Feet in the Bathroom Sink

Ellie carries your purse all night long

(Not beta read sorry for any mistakes it’s literally 2 am, I just really wanted to write this.)

Word Count: 1,000

You were in the bathroom sitting on the counter in an attempt to get as close to the mirror as possible. You brush on the second layer of mascara making your eyes look darker; more sultry.

Footsteps sound across your bedroom floor before Ellie appears in the bathroom’s doorway. She lets out a small chuckle at the sight of you while leaning one shoulder against the door frame.

You make eye contact with her in the mirror, “What?” you question her laugh.

“Nothing it’s just funny,” she motions to your feet which are sitting in the sink.

“It helps me get closer to the mirror,” you explain.

She just smiles and pushes off the wall. She closes the space between you two and places a small peck on your temple, “Almost ready? We’re supposed to meet Dina and Jess in 15,”

You nod, “Just finishing my mascara,”

Ellie just nods, leaving you to finish getting ready. ……. You make your way down the narrow staircase. It groans with each step you take causing you to make a mental note to see if Joel can fix that later.

Ellie is sprawled out on the couch. Her head is leaned back against the back of the couch, her ankle crossed over a knee, eyes closed.

At the sound of your approach her eyes open. She sits up, “Ready baby?”

“Yeah, I just gotta grab my coat and purse,”

Ellie nods and makes her way to the door grabbing your coat as you grab your purse off the entry table. She holds open your jacket for you to slip it on and then sneaks a peck on your lips.

You giggle at the sudden movement of your girlfriend. She opens the front door and you both make your way to the car. .…… The music hums over the chatter of the crowd in the small dive bar. It’s off the beaten path so it’s mostly locals that know the place, making it have a cozier atmosphere.

Some guitar solo is playing as Jessie and Dina walk through the doors. You and Ellie already sit in a booth tucked in a back corner of the bar.

You squeal in excitement. You guys and your friends haven’t had a night out in too long. You are going to get tipsy, gossip with your best friend, and slutty dance with your girlfriend before going home to, hopefully, have the best sex and best sleep of your life.

“Baby, watch my purse?” you ask Ellie so you can meet Dina at the door. She nods with a small smile on her face at your excitement.

You practically skip your way across the bar to Dina who was looking for you but now has spotted your thrilled figure.

“Din’s!” you grip her upper arms and begin to jump up and down. She joins in your excitement, the two of you now a jumping laughing mess.

Jessie has already left and made his way to the booth. You look to see your partners deep in a conversation, about what you have no idea.

You and Dina make your way to the bar where you both order beers and make your way back to the table.

Your respective partners look up at you, “Hey Dina,” Ellie greets your best friend for the first time tonight.

Dina perches on Jessie’s lap greeting your girlfriend back. You sit next to Ellie leaning into her side as she slips her arm around your shoulders.

The conversation Ellie and Jessie were having before continues. Something about cars, honestly you have no idea. You tune them out, the feeling of your girlfriend’s frame surrounding you and the warm alcohol settling in your chest leads to a tipsy state of contentment.

After some time you turn to Dina, “Let’s dance,” you stand pulling Dina with you. You two spin around the dance floor for some time. Beads of sweat drip down your spine, your cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

Suddenly you feel hands on your hips. Usually, this would alarm you but you would know those guitar calloused fingertips digging into the flesh of your waist anywhere.

You spin in her grip and Ellie gives you a small smile, “Hey baby, dance with me?”

You nod too out of breath, not from the dancing but the sheer presence of this woman, to verbally answer. You both begin to sway to the slow intimate music, your hands around her knock, hers around your waist.

You lean your forehead to the curve between her neck and shoulder breathing in the comforting scent of her.

You stay like that for some time before your head jerks upright. You look at Ellie with alarm, “Where’s my purse?” Usually, you would be better at keeping track of it but after a night of drinking and dancing with the love of your life, your mind is in a much dirtier place.

Ellie just smiles and lifts her hand from your waist tapping her shoulder. You realize there is a thin leather strap dangling off her arm—the leather strap of your purse.

“Oh, thanks. I can take it now though,” you motion for her to give you the bag.

“Don’t worry about it,” she shrugs it off not minding to keep track of your belongings for the night. You smile. This woman ugh!

You nod before leaning into her ear and whispering, “I appreciate that baby but I think you should give me the purse so you can drive us home, like now.”

You lean back to see a small blush form on Ellie’s cheeks as her eyebrows raise in question. You just nod your head confirming what she needs to know.

“Yo Jess,” Ellie grabs Jessie’s attention who is a few feet away swaying with a definitely tipsy Dina in his arms. He looks up, “Yeah?” “We’re heading out see y’all later,” Ellie already has your hand and is pulling you to the door. You let out a lazy giggle, loving when she gets determined like this.

You hear Jessie’s chuckle from behind you, “You two kids have fun,” You giggle again, “Oh we will,” Ellie blushes once more.

What did we think? Pls send me any writing prompts(I'll do smut but I prefer to write cute fluff like this) I'm running out of writing ideas but I want to keep writing soooo bad!

[a-corndog-named-schibbs]

On the one hand, Gargoyles is one of those shows that absolutely does not need a reboot.  On the other hand, the comedic possibilities of the Manhattan Clan in the age of smartphones are limitless

Elisa gets some used phones for all the gargoyles so they can contact her if there’s an emergency. The first text she gets is from Goliath and it just says “HOW DO I TURN THE CAPS LOCK OFF”

Hudson plays around with his phone just enough to fuck up all the settings, but not enough to know how to change them back (“Sorry to bother you, lad, but everything is in Japanese again”). This is Lexington’s biggest source of headaches

Goliath gets one of those apps that lets you track your kids’ phones. It takes the Rookery Trio about three days to realize this

Broadway panics and snaps his phone in half

Lexington cuts the gordian knot by stealing Goliath’s phone and simply deleting the app

Brooklyn’s like “Two can play this fucking game” and downloads the app so he can track Goliath’s phone and text him randomly like “hey so i notice you haven’t left elisa’s apartment for the past four hours what’s that about lol”

[melanodis]

"they didn’t recognize me at first, but then,

they thought I was you…"

[animnightmare]

Another Gravity Falls AU idea I had:

During blendens game, somone points out they should get two time wishes because they both beat blendin. So they do. They give one to soos, and keep the other for themselves. Obviously, Dipper wants to use it to meet the Author, and I cant think of anything Mabel would want bad enough at this point in time to really get in his way.

Now this could go multiple ways.

A. they hoard the wish like a limited resource in a video game (same) and it eventually gets used to either end weirdmageddon or stop it from happening in the first place (Mabel using it to wish for more summer instead of accidently dealing with Bill)

or B, what I think is more likely, Dipper wishes to meet the author.

This, too, could go multiple ways. Ford comes back way earlier in the show, OR...

Dipper gets sent to another dimension.

For the stories sake, he'd left Journal 3 at home that day- or perhaps made a copy of some sort, I can imagine him copying everything in it down in another book due to his obsession with it. Either way, Mabel and Stan work together, now having journals 1 and 3.

And as for Dipper, well, he meets Ford. In the middle of some sort of battle, most likely. There are countless different things this could lead to, but mostly bonding, I think. Bonding and Truama from running away from otherwordly horrors.

Ford tells Dipper about his experience with Stan, and Dipper tells Ford about his own. Dipper being a more emotionally intelligent version of Ford probobly gets him to get over at least a little of his resentment.

[ap-kinda-lit]

Saiyan headcanons

Saiyans love hot baths. The kind of temperatures they best enjoy would be boiling to most people but to them is a perfect sauna.

They often take very personal trophies from their victories, like heads, limbs, or skin.

When a Saiyan is banished/exiled, they have their tails cut off as a mark of shame.

Some traditional Saiyan dishes do include bugs.

Before the Cold Empire’s conquest, Saiyan architecture was similar to that of the Aztecs/Mayans and India. You can also see it in the style of their artwork.

They also didn’t use armor much as they didn’t consider it necessary, but when they did the armor they wore included leather, metals, and furs. Common Saiyan armor was styled like the Vikings, while the armor used by the elite were more like the Mongolians.

Like in a lot of species, female Saiyans are not only just as strong as their male counterparts but can even be more dangerous. Females are more agile, methodical, strategic, and better at stealth. Like lionesses, they are capable of both attacking and defending. While female Saiyans are the primary caretakers of children and homesteads, this is because they are seen as reliable and highly capable at leading and protecting. If an army tried to attack a Saiyan camp because it was only wives and mothers, it would be the worst mistake.

Most Saiyans do not know what a “husband/wife” or “boyfriend/girlfriend” is or even what marriage means. They have mates and while there is courting involved it still basically goes if two people like each other a certain way they hook up, move in, and, more often than not, produce children. That’s it. Plain and simple. There are no certain terms, ceremonies, or pageantry.

Surprisingly, Saiyans are normally very loyal partners. They are monogamous and they more often than not mate for life.

A lot of Saiyans actually care about their children and can be super protective of them. As in, think of a mama bear or papa lion on PCP. Don’t mess with their kids.

They also carry them on their bodies, mostly their backs, not much different from how regular monkeys and apes do with their babies.

And when they’re not carried, Saiyan children hold on to their parent’s tail, kind of like with elephants.

Traditional Saiyan music kind of sounds like rock music and their dancing is the same as mosh pitting.

Yes, they hiss like cats. Why wouldn’t they?

Their battle cries sound like gorilla grunts and monkey howls and they bang on their chests like them.

Saiyans are fairly casual about nudity. They have mixed bath-houses and don’t have much problem with walking around naked before or after a bath or being injured. They even consider fighting nude and act of bravery and strength.

Saiyans have a very high tolerance for narcotics and alcohol. It takes quite a bit to make them intoxicated. Which is why their alcohol is extremely strong to the point it could give a man alcohol poisoning in little to no time.

While they prefer meat, they’re omnivores above all. They can eat just about anything. I mean anything. They have super strong stomachs that can store/digest anything. Like sharks, they’ll eat the most unusual things from time to time. If you cut open a Saiyan’s belly, you wouldn’t believe some of the stuff you would find in there, like a lost and found.

A Saiyan’s way of showing affection to their SO or relatives normally includes sharing food, bringing them presents from their hunts and other adventures, and grooming (namely picking out debris or whatnot from their hair). With their mates, they tend to bite (think of like with cats).

Speaking of which, Saiyans are very fierce in the bedroom as they are in the battlefield. Because of this, along with their brute strength and expansive energy, physical intimacy with a Saiyan can be tantamount to wrestling a bear or lion. You will most likely die or at least be seriously injured.

Saiyans have matches that are a lot like flyting, or rap battles. Essentially, they roast each other in rhythmic style. In Saiyan matches, expect some mother/father jokes and unflattering references to Frieza or King Cold.

[arsonistman]

What if Ratio’s big role in Aventurine’s plan is to stay in reality and keep watch over Aventurine’s physical body as he finds the “truth” of the dreamscape

[packet-of-staples]

The urge to watch W*A*L*T*E*R and rewrite it so that Radar becomes a Zoo Keeper instead of a cop. I've read the plot summary of the pilot and a review and I have thoughts.

My hatred for cops aside, I just physically cant see him being a police officer?? Hes too big hearted and soft.

Let him be a clerk for a zoo while hes studying to be a proper keeper. You can keep the part about him not being able to be a farmer cause he cant bring himself to sell the animals that's fine. Let him be a zoo keeper!! Please please please he'd love it I'm sure!

[nellandvoid]

to celebrate the pines twins birthdays, i’m gonna make them miserable!!!!!

jkjk i just want to show a wip of my better world au designs for mabel and dipper, a (r o u g h) sketch that just so happens to be (semi) done on their birthday!! (it’s still the 31st. shut up/j)

lore dump under cut cause man am i gonna yap

the main thing i wanna do with these two is keep their fundamentals while still realistically changing their external personalities based on how they were raised (especially since their great-uncle ford is head of the institute of oddology and an estimed scholar in cryptozoology)

design-wise, i wanted to show how mabel's a bit more insecure while dipper's the opposite, so her sweaters don't all have designs on them, her hair is pulled back, and she has shorts and tennis shoes instead of a skirt and flats - dipper, on the other hand, doesn't have a hat since he doesn't care if people see his birthmark, and he has the space tee and button up combo that he was wearing in the valentines flashback in weirdmageddon pt 2 since he wouldn't be as self-conscious about showing off his interests

personality-wise, dipper has probably changed the least: still socially awkward, still has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder (same), still considers mabel his best (and only) friend - the main difference, though, is that growing up he wasn't bullied as much for being interested in the strange and unusual. kids are still cruel, of course, but he always had his great-uncle's reputation to look up to whenever someone made fun of his birthmark or obsession with ghosts. and now, getting to finally spend a summer with his idol, he's more than ready to finally be accepted for all his weirdness. he can finally be loud, be weird, be himself, and not get those looks people in piedmont give him when they think he's not looking. the few times he's met great-uncle ford growing up, the few times he slipped up and said something weird, his great-uncle never gave him the look like everyone else did. he'd just smile, always softly, always distantly, and always tell him to never change.

on the other hand, mabel is much more reserved and self-conscious, especially when she arrives in gravity falls - weirdness has always led to genius in her family, so when she let her mind drift away her parents would always drag her back down to earth, telling her she's just as capable as her great-uncle and brother, why doesn't she just take homework, take school, take life seriously like they do? and so she tries to, and tries, and eventually she learns about the look: the one people give her when she tells them about the time she swallowed a whole bag of gummy worms without chewing, or about the sweater she knit last week that's scratch and sniff, or about anything not serious. she hates the look, and starts to do anything she can to avoid it. especially when she does something silly in front of her great-uncle ford. the look he gives always hurts more, like something she did reminded him of a nightmare or a bad memory. and she didn't want to hurt him.

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

thinking i might write a fic about pony being in the hospital or maybe in his room after he got his concussion, and he keeps seeing johnny and dally (are they visions? ghosts? who knows) and he just talks with them (that was the nonsense mumbling that darry and soda kept hearing from him) and they're racing the clock against pony's death to let him know he needs to fight to keep himself alive