#GYAHHH

[aprillikesthings]

I’ve gotten to the point when I spend like 15 minutes max on Twitter or facebook and end up running shrieking back to tumblr

[jessetransman]

"you're the first one, when things turn out bad"

"it's over, isn't it? isn't it? isn't it over?"

[uzumakisavior]

"Can't touch me, like Gojo. Look good in all my photos. Just landed in Kyoto, I'm world wide these b*tches local."

-Megan Thee Stallion's: Otaku Hot Girl

[flystill]

dealing with disappointment and overwhelm in the worst way possible: reading the end of fod

[noctlas332]

day two the lengthening is an act of love

[bayonetta-origins]

shes gonna beat ur ass!!!!！！！‼️

dont repost reblogs ok

[cowboy-robooty]

2p itager fans will be fed soon. im making a finished drawing for an art trade..... fml i keep fucking it up TToTT IM FIGHTING SO HARDDDD

[trashy-roadkill]

tried to replicate the poster style teehee as well as a worn down poster look UHM I HOPE I COLORED N DRAW EM RIGHT (Kipkoala belongs to @thedeleteduser

[orange-cheetah]

thinking about osaka ryota tsubakino... hes gonna sound so cute omg

[scribeoffate]

24. Athena Grant-Nash

Thank you for asking!

24. What's your favourite thing about [character]?

I love that Athena is tough as nails but still willing to be vulnerable. I've been rewatching s1 as my sister gets into it, and I am really taken by how she interacts with Michael as they figure things out. I love that she talks to her kids about what to do- and listens to what her family is saying, and is willing to learn and grow, and move forward.

I love that she takes absolutely no shit from anyone professionally, and every time she takes the lead in a crisis, she's decisive and level-headed. She's a hot, powerful older woman. (I mayyybe have a type.) I really love her relationships with Hen, Bobby, Michael, and her kids. They show that she's still a human being, still a person. I was saying one of the things I really like about 911 is how it allows people to be people, to make mistakes, to learn from them, to grow throughout the series but still be really badass.

Fandom Questions

[oofuri2003]

[blakyoo]

i constantly make weird noises but tbh theyre kind of cute noises and i like making them

[yumenosakiacademy]

WAIT I NOTICED THE NAYU 1 BUT KANATA TOO... AUUUUUEEE

[cwilburtbh]

[eyelambspider]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞. - König

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : a year after a near fatal encounter with an enemy bomb, könig has developed severe ptsd, insomnia, and experienced the loss of his voice. Resorting to sign language and therapy, the large quiet colonel finds little to look forward to then returning to the battlefield as a sniper... and y/n, whom he has been... 'observing' for a while. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.2k 𝐚/𝐧 : gyahhh, i also have a bot on janitor of this bot (he meets y/n in group therapy) so check it out if you like this! this is also quick posted dmm, just wanted to get my writing out there finally 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dark themes, yandere personalities, mentions of harm/gore/ptsd/death, no mentions of y/n

❝ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓. ❞

König's brows furrowed a bit. The endless droning on from his therapist, Doctor Esteban, having temporarily held his attention. Even as he stared down at the textured brown carpet between his boots.

"König," the Doctor sighed softly, pushing his pristine glasses up his hooked nose as he stared at the broken soldier. He knew better than anyone that war was capable of breaking even the strongest men.

The Colonel sitting in front of him on the repurposed couch was no different.

Just another soldier, no matter his rank, build or height- reduced to nothing but a survivor to the horrors of a brutal bombshell.

"Happiness," he started again, "is a valuable asset. Especially now." Esteban noted, glancing down at his perfect penmanship with a soft grimace.

Today would've been almost exactly a year since it had happened to him. And they both knew it would be nothing more than what it was. An uphill battle towards König's recovery.

"What things make you happy? What things do you like to do recently?" The Doctor's glasses gently clinked again as he shifted, trying to catch the soldiers eye to no avail.

"Have you picked up any hobbies?"

There was a silence, for a moment, but the Doctor waited with a ghost of a smile on his lips. For he had hope, perhaps the only one in the room who currently did.

Hobbies? Happy?

The words stuck like grime against the sides of his skull, unable to be shaken away.

Amongst the nightmares and sleepless nights... there was only one thing that even remotely made him forget about the sound- that haunting sound of the Earth splitting beneath his feet.

The Doctor's smile quirked awkwardly, seeing a visible shift in König and the way he sat. The question of happiness having seem to struck something in the veteran who refused at every turn: to quit service. Even after having lost his voice.

The six foot ten man shifted visibly, his elbows propped loosely on his knees, head tilted downcast... but it was all in his eyes. Those piercing blues that shone from the black sniper veil he wore, cast over his face like a shadow. Lifting finally to glare through the white coat that sat opposed to him.

Side to slow side, König shook his head, the shirt draped over his face hissing almost inaudibly with the movement. The only thing that could fill his newfound silence.

"No?" Esteban quirked a brow, clicking his pen against his paper like he did when he was thinking. Incessantly.

"I know you are eager to get back to the field, König, but I have to clear you for that. And to do that," Esteban gestured between the space, "I need to know you are actively recovering."

While Esteban gave him something to think about, another soft sigh left his lips, considering his and the Colonel's options. The next step, perse. The sound of clicking following.

"When we meet up next, I want to hear of a new hobby? Alright? Show me some progress to report on. It will be good for you," Esteban pushed gently into his head, only to have that piecing glare fall back to the carpeted floor, seemingly going idle again. Or uninterested.

"I do not mean cleaning your sniper, like I know you like to, or any physical activity." An idea struck the Doctor with a pearly smile. "Nothing related to your service," The Doctor set his pen and paper down finally and laced his hands in his lap. "Take up something creative. Knitting, painting, cooking-"

König shot a glare over at the Doctor this time, who in turn held his hands up in mock surrender. "Something new. Try something new and tell me about it next time, hm?" The Doctor looked over the rim of his glasses expecting compliance he knew he would eventually get. If König ever wanted to work in the military again.

That was the only thought that made him happy. Or at least, kept his life's purpose within his control.

König thought it over for a moment before nodding slowly.

As he stood, he remembered to thank Esteban for the time, bringing his hand (palm towards his mouth) and extending outwards. A simple sign he had learned: thank you.

Something new. A new hobby.

It gave him something to think about at least as he left the session, making his way back down the familiar halls of KorTac's base of operations. Merc's and operators alike passed him, or more like, moved around him as he walked. His height and silent presence parting the swarms of rookies and office bugs like the red sea before him. Something that actually hadn't changed for him in the past year.

What changed? What changed in him ran deeper than any physical scars or his inept vocal chords could reach.

It scarred his very soul.

And in all honesty, if he could tell anyone, even his Doctor about it. They would shudder at the thoughts and images that plagued him.

The Colonel made his way down the hall, blue eyes unwavering from its mark... who walked a few feet ahead of him. Unaware just like always that he was following.

Maus.

An imperceptible pang echoed through his chest as he stared ahead.

You had no reason to believe anyone was following you. In fact, you had never noticed him following before. Coincidentally, his path and schedule always lined up with yours. Able to trail after you down a simple hallway after each one of his therapy sessions.

Like clockwork, you were always there. A few steps ahead, but so-so impossibly far behind.

What made you so fucking special?

It was a thought that simmered under his skin like an itch he could never scratch. Uncomfortable and aggressive. Sometimes at night, he wouldn't dream of the bomb.

He wouldn't hear the whistle of it falling from the sky. Or the screams of young boys in men's camouflage using their lasts breaths to cry for home. Or the sound of the devil ripping the earth from beneath his feet. Or the feel of fire latching onto his throat like an iron noose.

No.

He dreamt...

He dreamt-

He snapped out of his thoughts as you turned the corner, your side profile visible to him through the crowd even as you tried to blend in and get back to your work. The sudden change snapped him out of his trance.

He blinked, breath suddenly ragged like he had run a marathon, stopping in the middle of the hallway. Disconnected as people opted to walk around him. As if he was merely a specter in the world of the living.

König didn't know if he dared to turn his head and catch another glimpse of you because...

For the second time in his life, he was scared.

Terrified of the thoughts that now flooded his head.

König's head turned slowly to the right. Body moving on its own accord to follow the sight of your retreating form. The way your hair swayed with your steps. The way you looked down momentarily, flashing a glimpse of your nape to the fluorescent light of the base...

His once dull, tired eyes dilated as he gazed upon the delicate sight of your exposed skin.

At night, he dreamt of wrapping his rough hands around your throat and watching as the light faded from your fucking eyes.

König's heart stopped as the dream reappeared like a vision swimming before him, the itch swarming under his flesh like serpents wanting to strike.

This time, instead of turning away and walking to his quiet quarters, his boots turned right. Continuing to follow after you.

[reashot]

Jaune Finally Snapped...

Now, Finally at what seems to be the final moments of the world. Two figures stands in stark opposition to each other's. One is an all powerful malevolence witch that goes by the name of Salem, while the others is merely a humble knight named Jaune Arc. Armed with his trusty sword and shield, Jaune must now face off against the witch for the fate of the world.

*one epic fight scene later*

Salem: Ahhh!!!!

Well done. You may have defeated me hero, but you forget that I am immortal and I can't be killed. Nya, ha, ha, ha, ha....

*lop Salem limbs's off*

Gyahhh!!!!

What the fuck is the matter with you?! You already defeated me.

Jaune: I might not be able to finish you for good. But I can stop you from hurting anyone else.

Salem: Nye, he, he. But you forget hero my body can simply regenerate...

*starts to slowly regenerate*

Jaune: Which is why at the start of each day I'll cut off your limbs again.

Salem: Uhmmm....

Jaune: And I uh... I'll sharpen a pole. Stick it up inside you out through your mouth...

*starts sharpening pole*

And wear you on my back. Wriggling trophy for all to see...

Salem: What the fuck dude?!

You're a monster!

Meanwhile

Weiss: S-should we stop him?

Blake: Why? I mean we can't destroy Salem so we might as well do everything possible to stop her.

Yang: ... Is it wrong that I find this kinda hot?

Ruby: take a number Sis. I'mma gonna tap that ass first!

So Salem can't be destroyed, eh? Good to know, good to know...

I don't understand why team RWBY got so upset hearing that Salem can't be killed.

I'll just go full Yuji and see where things go from there.