#Crack Challenge

[frownyalfred]

a post patrol report on the Manor back steps, observed by Bruce Wayne:

Dick: yeah so I found Jason on my way back home from patrol—

Jason, who’s been chain smoking since Dick put him down: you didn’t find me. I flagged you down.

Dick: because you were in a trash can and couldn’t get out.

Jason: are you — oh my god, I’m too hungover for this shit.

Dick: you’re not hungover, you’re concussed.

Jason, blowing smoke everywhere: same thing

Dick: NO. not the same thing!

[mintghostko]

Empyrean!

Empyrean Weeping’s Leo was the first thing to cross my mind when I saw this prompt so of course I had to draw him (^^ゞ I just think the way empyrean is used in this au is really really (two reallys) cool  :)

Empyrean Weeping belongs to @cupcakeslushie and the original Rise August prompt list was made by @sariphantom :)

[fishareglorious]

kakania numero uno reverse 1999 character on the fact she makes a dig on the sex life of the guy she was dueling with at the moment. while also somewhat kinda maybe implying she fucked his wife

[nobleriver]

DOCTOR WHO | Forest of the Dead

[sugurugetoshairbrush]

Tiktok Influencer!Gojo Satoru—“We Listen & We Don’t Judge” [prev] [nxt]

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“we listen & we don’t judge” challenge w/ my students again!! (ft. nanamin) #fyp

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[The video opens abruptly with Gojo flashing a grin so confident it’s almost unnerving. He’s dressed in a soft grey polo sweatshirt, his wispy white bangs clipped back by a baby blue barrette that looks both out of place and perfectly on-brand. He gestures for the camera.]

Gojo: (whispering) “Nobara, hold the phone steady so I can start!”

[The frame shifts slightly before leveling out. Gojo clears his throat, cheeks tinted pink, and offers a sweet, almost innocent smile.]

Gojo: “So, uh… I’ve hooked up with a mass murderer. Post-mass murder. And… I went back for more.”

[A loud gasp cuts through the air—Yuji’s, unmistakably.]

Nobara: “Oh, that’s not—”

Megumi: “You should block Yaga right now.”

[Gojo winces dramatically, avoiding the camera as the blush deepens. He waves a hand dismissively.]

Voices in unison: “We listen, and we don’t judge.”

[The camera transitions—this time landing on Megumi, who’s tugging at the neckline of his baggy black tee. He stares into the lens, expression unreadable.]

Megumi: “Alright, uh… I’ve never tried to look for my absentee father. He’s been dead to me since he left my life.”

Gojo: “Damn.”

Voices in unison: “We listen, and we don’t judge.”

Nobara: “Yeah! Screw him!”

[Nobara leans into the frame, tilting the camera to focus on her. She puckers her lips, flipping her hair with theatrical flair.]

Megumi: “Just go already!”

Nobara: “Fine, fine! So, sometimes, when I want to shop, I rummage through Gojo-sensei’s desk and… take any loose cash.”

Voices in unison: “We listen, and we don’t judge.”

Gojo: (frantic) “No. Nope. I am gonna judge! What the hell?!”

Megumi: “Too bad—it’s a no-judge challenge. Honestly, Nobara, I do it too.”

Yuji: “Wait, what?! Why wasn’t I invited?”

[The camera cuts sharply to Yuji, now front and center, clad in a snug black compression tee. He points at the camera, grinning.]

Yuji: “Okay, mine’s a storytime, so buckle up. One night, I was, uh… feeling a bit hot and bothered. You know. I decided to…deal with it. And just as I was about to… Sukuna popped out from my hand and started laughing hysterically. Since then, I’ve just stayed… y’know… pent up.”

[A heavy silence lingers, the kind that feels like the world is holding its breath.]

Megumi: “Wow. That’s…dark Yuj. Uh, guys?”

Voices in unison: “We listen, and we don’t judge.”

[Gojo snatches the camera, repositioning it onto his strained face.]

Gojo: “Okay, that got way too real. Let’s bring in Nanamin to lighten the mood.”

[The frame cuts again. This time, it’s Nanami, caught mid-sip of his coffee at his desk. His blue button-up is pressed to perfection, his blonde hair neatly combed, though the faintest twitch of his brow betrays his irritation.]

Nanami: “This better be my last TikTok, Gojo. Okay. There are… occasions where I’ve used my Ratio technique… inappropriately. And that’s all I’ll say.”

[The room erupts into gasps, though Nanami’s smirk is so subtle it’s almost imperceptible.]

Voices in unison: “We listen, and we don’t judge.”

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insp by @devilishdior & @tlissablr's comments !

[amber-laughs]

clash theon would’ve finger banged barbrey dustin in those crypts, that’s how i knew my boy was crushed

[rewritingrosie]

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[incarnadin3]

Obey Me! Quotes from an incorrect quote generator pt.3

MC: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Lucifer? Lucifer: … No. Diavolo: I do! MC: I know, Diavolo. Diavolo: I’m sad! MC: I know, Diavolo.

Satan : Stubs their toe FUCK! Lucifer: Mind your language! Satan : What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? Lucifer: Satan : You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Mammon : Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Lucifer, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Mammon : Mammon : fsh

Mammon : Change is inedible. Lucifer: Don't you mean inevitable? Mammon , spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Asmodeous: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Belphegor: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

MC: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Mammon: What if it bites me and it dies!? Lucifer: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Mammon, learn to listen. Mammon: What if it bites itself and I die? Solomon: That’s voodoo. Luke: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Lucifer: That’s correlation, not causation. MC: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Asmodeous: That’s kinky. Lucifer: Oh my God.

MC, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Lucifer: Hey. Diavolo: Hi. Barbatos: Hello. Solomon: Hey! MC: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Simeon: We were out of Doritos.

MC: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Belphegor: You mean literally or figuratively? MC: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify…

Beelzebub: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Belphegor: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Solomon: How petty can you get? MC: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

[pleaseinsertwittyurl]

IWTV Characters as:

Clocks!

Thanks to @gilberttheboy for the suggestion!

Lestat:

Lavish and needlessly complex. Cost more than your house. Antique but in perfect condition. This clock must be kept on a high shelf so it can look down on you.

Louis:

Sleek and sexy. Breaks constantly. A conversation piece that people will ask about at every party. Artsy. This clock is pretentious and does not care.

Armand:

Simultaneously refined and rough. Modern vibes but ancient materials. A constant, quiet tick that can lull you to sleep or keep you up at night. This clock knows what time it is, but it's up to you to figure it out.

Claudia:

Youthful but demanding presence. Keeps perfect time but is never set correctly. Often overlooked despite its bright coloring. This clock has been hung in every room in the house but just hasn't found the right spot yet.

Daniel:

Grandfather clock (obviously). Unassuming yet undeniable appeal. Classic elements, timeless. This clock has a loud chime and will not be ignored.

Madeline:

A statement piece in all the right ways. Catches light beautifully and reflects it around the room. This clock has fallen off the wall 6 times and miraculously has no visible damage.

This one was fast, these clocks spoke to me.

Drop requests for objects / characters if you wanna! Tell me your thoughts!

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Vaggie: Charlie said we can have as many kids as I can carry.

*camera zooms out to show Vaggie carrying 8 giant kids on her back, hips, shoulders, and arms*

I took that as a challenge.

Bonus:

Charlie: *rushes in holding a blanket bundle* Oh, Vaggie~

Vaggie: Hm? Ack! *grabs the bundle between her teeth and eyes widen when she sees a baby doll wrapped in it* HUH?!?!?!

Kids: *all lean in to see the bundle and squeal with delight*

MAMA'S PREGNANT AGAIN!!!!

[ominouspuff]

Alt. Ask-game piece for my dear @ghosts-of-rishi

[suburbanbonfire]

Another year, here we go!

(prints here)

some wip shots since I know some people like seeing them!

meant to take more screenshots, but ended up super busy and forgot once I came back after a few months, whoops. Making the iceberg itself was super fun!

[ciil]

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

My hand is resting on Ash’s chest as we lie together in comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The quiet is soothing and I’m grateful he doesn’t feel the need to fill it with conversation, that we can just be here together.

Slowly, I begin tracing my fingers lightly across his collarbone, then up his arm stretched over his head, and back again. He closes his eyes and smiles contentedly, so I continue, brushing my fingertips back across his chest and down his abdomen.

His skin is so soft and pale, it reminds me of the flowering dogwoods that would bloom in spring at the park near the house where I grew up. I read about them in school once and became fascinated by them. I would sit in the grass underneath them and run my fingers along the white petal-like blossoms, examining the tiny flowers at their center.

I make a mental note to tell Ash about them sometime. I bet he’d love them, want to study them and draw them.

The velvety texture of his skin is contrasted by a coarse trail of jet-black hair. I follow the trail down, stopping as my hand grazes past two small scars low on his belly, just inside his hips. “What are these from?” I ask.

He glances down briefly and then rests his head back, “They’re from a hysterectomy.”

“Oh. So, you can’t—?”

“Mm-mm, you can’t get me pregnant or anything.”

“Good to know. So, if you want kids one day, you’d just have to adopt?”

“Not necessarily. I had my eggs frozen, just in case. So, I could have a biological child, I’d just need a surrogate.”

“Really? Do you think you’ll do it? Have kids?”

“Oh, god, I don’t know. I had them stored for ten years, so I have plenty of time to decide. It’s not really something I’m worried about right now.”

“Makes sense,” I whisper as my hand resumes its journey, brushing my fingertips up and down one thigh and then the other before making my way back up again, all the way up to his face, turning it gently toward me. When he opens his eyes again, before I can stop myself, I say, “Ash, you’re perfect, you know that?”

His eyebrows stitch together in a pained expression, “Atlas…”

I know. I know it’s not fair. I can’t say things like that if we’re “just friends”. He doesn’t have to tell me. It’s written all over his face. But look at us, we’ve already crossed so many lines tonight that the walls I’d built up are crumbling around me, and I’m not ready to put them back. Not yet. Not tonight. So, even if I shouldn’t, I have to ask, “Will you stay? Will you sleep here tonight?”

Putting his arms around me, he smiles, “Yeah, of course I’ll stay.”

“Thank you,” I exhale, relieved. "Can I get you anything? Do you want some water?"

“Yes, actually, that would be amazing.”

“Okay, I’ll go get some.”

“Thanks. And, um, can I use your bathroom?”

“Yeah, it’s just out the door to your left.”

In the kitchen, I drink down a large glass of water in one breath, practically gasping by the time I finish it. As I refill it, along with a second glass for Ash, I turn my head slightly to smell myself… just in case. Thankfully, I don’t stink yet, but I’ve accumulated enough layers of sweat throughout the night that I’m certain I’ll be ripe by morning.

I glance at the bathroom door, debating, wondering if it’s a step too far, too intimate, but decide to ask him anyway.

When the door opens, I walk over to meet him on his way out.  I hand him the glass of water and he drinks it nearly as quickly as I did. “Thank you,” he says, breathless.

“Are you tired?” I ask.

“Not really, why?”

“Do you want to take a shower with me?”

“That shower?” he points to the door he just came out of, “Is there even enough room for two people?”

“Not really,” I shake my head with a smile, knowing it’s ridiculous, but still hoping he says yes.

He considers for a moment, searching my face as if he’s waiting for me to tell him I’m joking. When I don’t, he replies with a shrug, “Fuck it, sure.”

Some find it strange, but I enjoy showering with people. It’s intimate in its own way. I mean, aside from the obvious, like being naked in a small space not really meant for two people, placing hands on an arm or waist or back as we maneuver around each other. That has its own pleasures too, of course, but I like getting a glimpse into people’s routines, their daily habits. All those little things that no one else notices, or pays attention to, or has the privilege of witnessing. Like the way Ash never puts his face under the water. He tips his head back to rinse it, gets right up to the hairline, but no farther, ensuring gravity prevents the water from running down over his face.

When I ask him why, he says, “I don’t like it. It makes me feel like I’m drowning.” And then I understand. I remember the story he told me about nearly drowning in the ocean, how he was caught in the undertow when he was a child, how he would have died if it wasn’t for his mother.

We laugh as we awkwardly squeeze past each other, trading places so I can rinse my hair. As I stand under the water and close my eyes, I feel him place his hands gently on my abdomen, slowly tracing the lines of the muscle just below the surface with his fingertips. “Jesus, look at you,” he says, “maybe I should take up rock climbing.”

I let out a small laugh, “It’s fun. I could teach you.”

“Nah, I don’t think it’s for me. It’s a shame you ever have to put clothes on, though.”

“Not tonight, I don’t.” I shut off the water quickly and then turn back to him, “I won’t if you won’t.”

“Deal.” He answers a little too quickly, and then adds, “Not that I have anything to wear anyway.”

“I would’ve given you something if you wanted. Too late now, though.”

He laughs as I hop out to grab a couple of towels.

After drying off, I walk over to the sink and grab a fresh toothbrush from the cabinet below. It’s brand new and still in the package. I hold it up to show it to him and then set it on the counter, “If you want,” I say before grabbing my own toothbrush and running it under the water.

He picks it up and raises his eyebrows a me, “You do this often enough that you keep these on hand, huh?”

I shake my head to reassure him, “No, they’re Dawn’s. She’s super weird about brushing her teeth all the time. She’s almost always carrying one around. There’s like ten of them down there, she won’t care if you take one.”

“Thank you,” he says sincerely as he opens the package and discards it in the trash. He squeezes toothpaste along the bristles, but then stops and looks up at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. You’re just… you’re really nice.” I can’t quite read the expression on his face when he says this, it’s almost as if the sentiment makes him sad.

In a pitiful attempt to lighten the mood, I tell him, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, it’s purely selfish.”

He gives me a small smile, “Oh yeah? My breath is that bad?”

“No, I just want you to be comfortable. Because the more comfortable you are, the longer you’ll stay.” Instinctually, I lean over and kiss his forehead. I don’t know why, it just felt natural to do so, like I’d done it a hundred times before. As soon as my lips graze his skin, I know that I have. I see it. Many times, in many different places I don’t recognize. On a couch or in a bed or even standing on a beach. It feels so real that it takes me aback.  I pull away and he looks up at me with that same look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, knowing now what’s making him sad. I’m not acting like a friend; I’m acting like a boyfriend. And we both know I can’t give him that. Though, I’m starting to have trouble remembering why. Seems like it’s taking more effort not to. “We should get some sleep,” I say, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” he replies, and then turns away to brush his teeth.

I put fresh glasses of water by the bed, turn off the lamp, and lie down, turning to face the wall because I don’t know what I’ll do if I’m facing him when he comes to bed. I don’t trust myself, and I feel like I’ve done enough damage already. He’s probably upset with me, and I wouldn’t blame him if he changed his mind and decided to leave.

I prepare myself for the worst when he finally comes in, but he surprises me by getting into bed, scooting over to me, and pressing his entire body against the length of mine. He wraps his arm around me and squeezes me tight, kissing the back of my shoulder. I don’t know why he’s chosen to be so sweet to me, but I’m grateful for it. I close my eyes and allow myself to relax into him as I drift off to sleep.

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Tiktok Influencer!Gojo Satoru—“Bail Me Out” Prank [prev]

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“bail me out” prank (GONE WRONG :( ) #fyp

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[The video opens with Gojo perched at his desk, his camera balanced on his laptop. He’s grinning maniacally, his tinted glasses catching the light as he adjusts his blue drop-shoulder shirt draped loosely over a crisp white tee. Flashing a quick peace sign, he leans closer to the camera, mischief practically radiating off him.]

Gojo: “What’s up, guys? It’s me, the one and only Gojo Satoru. Today, I’m pulling the bail me out prank to find out who’s really ride or die for me. Because, duh, I’m Gojo Satoru—obviously everyone should drop everything to save me. Right? Anyway, I’ve pre-recorded a fake jail call on my laptop, and I’m using my work phone to really sell it.”

[He waves a sleek black phone in front of the camera and then, with exaggerated stealth, presses #67 to block his caller ID.]

Gojo: (whispering) “Pro tip: hiding your number is key. I saw this online somewhere, so don’t @ me. Okay, shhh—first up: Nanamin.”

[Gojo smirks as he punches in the number. He hits play on his laptop, and a robotic voice fills the air.]

Laptop Audio: “This is a collect call from… Gojo Satoru, an inmate at… Tokyo Detention House. Press 1 to accept the call. Thank you. This call will be monitored and recorded for security purposes. Connecting you now…”

[Gojo claps a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh. Static crackles, followed by Nanami’s deep, steady voice.]

Nanami: “Gojo? Are you there?”

Gojo: (frantic) “Nanami! Thank god! I need your help. They arrested me for armed robbery—I didn’t do it! Bail is set at $10K. Please, I’m begging you!”

Nanami: (flatly)  “Gojo, no. If you’re really in jail, just Hollow Purple your way out. You don’t need my money. Goodbye.”

[The call ends with a sharp click. Gojo pouts at the camera, but the glint in his eyes says he’s far from done. He dials the next number, holding a finger to his lips for dramatic effect.]

Laptop Audio: “This is a collect call from… Gojo Satoru, an inmate at… Tokyo Detention House. Press 1 to accept the call. Thank you. This call will be monitored and recorded for security purposes. Connecting you now…”

Shoko: “Gojo? What the hell is this? Wait—are you serious right now?”

[Gojo clasps the phone to his chest, throwing his head back like a tragic hero.]

Gojo: (desperate) “Shoko, you won’t believe it! I forgot to put up a veil on my mission, and the cops saw Red. They cuffed me on the spot—no lawyer, no nothing! Please, I need $10K to make bail. Help me, Shoko!”

[A burst of laughter erupts on the other end.]

Utahime: (laughing) “BAHAHAHA! No way! Gojo got locked up? Throw away the key! Actually, leave him in there for a week—teach him some humility. Don’t drop the soap, Gojo!”

[The call ends with Utahime’s cackles echoing in the background. Gojo glares at the camera, muttering.]

Gojo: “Why does Shoko hang out with that asshole? Ugh, fine—let’s see if my sweet students care about me.”

[He dials again. The robotic voice returns, reciting its familiar lines. The call connects, and a quiet voice answers.]

Gojo: “Megumi! My precious student! I’m in a tight spot. The cops think I’m a murderer—I need $15K for bail. You have to help me. Pool your money, sell your stuff, whatever it takes!”

Megumi: (dryly) “This is actually hilarious. Good riddance.”

[There’s muffled shuffling before another, much louder voice cuts in.]

Yuji: (panicked) “Sensei?! Are you hurt? Are you okay? We don’t have that kind of money, but I’ll start a GoFundMe right now!”

Megumi: (groaning) “Yuji, stop. This is obviously one of Gojo’s dumb TikTok pranks.”

Yuji: (hesitant) “Wait… is that true? Sensei, tell me this is a joke!”

[Gojo drags a hand down his face, letting out a long, theatrical sigh.]

Gojo: “Fine. Yes. It’s a prank. Megumi, you’re such a killjoy. Say bye to TikTok.”

Yuji: (relieved) “Bye!!”

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