#I am going to claw out my eyes

[things-methinks]

Motherfucks on IG are comparing that British brat and Max to Brocedes

[avesque]

can i please request a drabble with i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you + neteyam? thanks.

of all the girls — neteyam

INCLUDES best friends to lovers. angst to fluff. 0.7k words.

NOTE i need him so bad. you can request a prompt of your own here! (also the great war part i might come out this thursday/friday. i promise i see those asking to be tagged, i will not forget u here is a big kith mwa) OH AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY i love you!

neteyam finds you all alone by the docks with your feet submerged in the water. it’s a quiet afternoon and the others are out and about with tsireya and other metkayina kids.

he finds his palms sweaty the second he settles beside you.

you don’t bother to look at him. it makes his heart squeeze painfully as your gaze stays fixed ahead, over the reefs and the horizon that he thinks you’ve mentally reached home.

you cut him off just as he’s about to break the quiet.

“why’d you leave?”

to others, it might sound nonchalant. but neteyam has known you for more than a decade; can read you like that back of his hand. there’s a bite to your tone that makes his heart climb up his throat.

you place your palms behind you and lean back but you do not look at him.

“you left,” he says. “i followed you.”

“no shit,” you scoff. it makes him wince. you always did hang a lot around lo’ak.

he swallows his nervousness.

“listen—”

you’re quick to rise to your feet. “well, i need to go.”

neteyam calls your name.

“i don’t want to hear it.” your tone is cold, biting. if he didn’t know better, he’d think you’re leaving behind snow rather than the sand you’re kicking off as you walk away hastily.

he follows you just as he has for the past twelve years. always behind you, always watching. waiting.

he snatches your arms once he’s caught up and something spears through his heart when he finds tears brimming in your lash line.

“no,” you seethe, wriggling free from his hold. “you leave me alone. go back to ayrona since you like her that much, huh?”

neteyam heaves a deep sigh, latching on to your arm again. gentler, this time. softer. consoling.

“no.”

you scoff again. the metkayina girl had shown interest in neteyam ever since you got here, always there, always lingering. it makes your skin itch, your blood boil. you’ve been watching them all this time, how she seems to enjoy those breathing lessons with neteyam. remembering it makes you want to scream.

but ayrona wasn’t the only one. back in the forest, before you had to flee, you heard other girls’ names tied with neteyam’s from hearsay. you did not have the heart to ask him about it, afraid that the confirmation will break your heart more.

ayrona is just the final straw.

but this is wrong. the lone tear that cascades down your cheek is a burning shame. neteyam is not yours.

at times, you feel like you may stand a chance, against all these other girls and against all odds. you’ve been toeing that line between friends and something more, touches lingering more than they should have, gazes softer and sweeter than most. but nothing has come of it.

you fear what you thought could have been was just a miscalculation on your part.

neteyam holds your cheek so delicately, thumbing away the salt on your cheek.

“oh, y/n.” his voice is honey; says your name like a prayer. you close your eyes, clumped eyelashes still spilling tears. “ayrona—” your stomach plummets, “—is a friend. just like tsireya.”

you sniffle, shaking your head and leaning away from his hold. but neteyam is quick, placing his other hand on your chest, right where your heart is.

“you,” he breathes, “are so much more.”

he rests his forehead on yours and he pulls you close.

“do you want to know why i told rey’nin to stop?”

rey’nin was the omatikaya girl who, despite the people’s disapproving stares, had pursued him.

“the others too,” he adds and proceeds to enumerate the girls who have shown interest in him. something warm lands on your cheek and you belatedly realize neteyam has placed a kiss there before he’s pulling away.

nimble fingers glide over your eyelids and your eyes flutter open to see gold staring right back.

“i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you.” he says your name again, this time, like a promise. “you are the only one my heart beats for. i see you. i always have.”

[usertoxicyaoi]

what if i just FULLY went insane .........

[olberic]

literally paused my episode of beast wars bc the idea of drawing blackarachnia possessed me. she deserves sooo much more than what the show gives her. shes an unwilling convert to the predacon side but clings to her predacon identity with everything she has. shes a femme fatale. shes a scientist. shes willing to kill herself and everything around her for her freedom. she falls for the goody-two-shoes. shes the goth juliet to the maximals' romeo. shes never allowed to grow as a character outside of the men in the show. she wants control. she clings to it with everything shes got when she gets it. she doesnt want to be "good" she wants to be herself and only what she chooses for herself.

[atlabeth]

i can tell i’m getting way too into the wayhaven chronicles bc it’s made me start drawing again so i can depict my mc the way i want 😭

[spaceandbones]

drop the anime ocs lore 🤺🤺

promise me i wont be shot dead for it and i will

Jk ive been waiting and itching to do this for months

my favorite creation of all time my entire life etc is my hxh oc who is inspired by all dogs go to heaven (?) im not sure. but anyways her name is Tabris she's a homeless orphan and she's got a lot of angel and dog symbology otg. she looks like if a multicolored lab mutt with long fur and mismatched eyes was turned into a human girl. she has choppy hair that's like 7 diff colors and heterochromia and vitiligo. she's an enhancer and has an ability I don't have a name for yet where based on the cycle of the moon, certain attributes she's enhanced get stronger/weaker, so towards the new moon she gets faster, towards the full moon she gets stronger. she also has a conjured halo that makes her impervious to some percentage of nen powered attacks that requires her to be pierced/stabbed/puctured through a vital organ before she can conjure it, so she builds this harness with thin spikes that can go into her liver/lungs/etc so she can activate that ability. she's a licensed hunter and uses it to be a treasure hunter specifically for weird powerful weapons. i want to have her use an emission ability to turn her aura into angel wings but ive got to fuck w that a bit 'cause I'm not sure that would work the way I want it to. shes new so she doesnt have any visuals yet. rip.

ive got another hxh oc named Riko who has little demon horns and all his nen abilities are based around demonic concepts- he's a manipulator so his main thing is called demonic posession where he can manipulate people into comitting one of the 7 deadly sins with a caveat that he has to committ one of those sins for each person he compells to do it, so he's constantly out here being a scumbag piece of shit. his hair is ashy blue-green he dyes it himself and if he's getting depressed or doesn't have time to redye it his roots show dark brown. he kills people for money <3 here he is in a picrew...

last one bam bam is a jjk oc Chihiro who is my boy who looks like a girl and uses she/her and I made her specifically to get dicked down by toji in fics nobody will ever see but she got accidentally very cool. her cursed technique is summoning shadow-puppet shikigami that chatter and laugh and take little bites out of her targets. her domain is a pitch black decrepit theater stage with one single light that follows the target around while they get eaten alive by shadow puppets. she's like androdynous alt comic relief in a sad way character of all time. she'd be like 27/28 by s1. her dad was a curse-user who got murdered by sorcerer's when she was like 5 and his twin brother is a constant sorce of conflict in her adult life

[cloud-somersault]

save me established relationship constellations!shadowpeach, save me

[19catsncounting]

Therapy isn't enough I need the CW to go back and re-film Season 11 to prove that Lucifer could have been saved if Michael didn't abandon him like Dean refused to abandon Sam.

[krisseratops]

HE'S BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

🤍🖤🤍

[thebirdandhersong]

:'))))))

[breezypunk]

So I was just thinking about a ship I made so many years ago. This is no Cyberpunk stuff, this is now charting Halo territory.

I made an OC, who I named Samantha 114, close to John, also a spartan. Doesn't wear the armor like he does, in-fact she hardly wears armor at all, she's almost super human. She's known and feared by most of the covenant. She's smart and vigile, super fast, the other Spartans can hardly keep up with her. She takes no shit, and doesn't fear a damn thing.

She's also disgustingly in love with the Arbiter (Thel 'Vadam).

Human/Elite relationships were super frowned upon and just straight up absurd, but they managed and defied the odds. They were shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand in combat, and protected each other from ANYTHING and EVERYTHING.

[things-methinks]

What if this becomes my 13th reason, what then

[crossbackpoke-check]

nosy anon again making a return because i think what my brain did was read that i helped find some kind of writing and then did not fully process what the writing was?? but upon rereading i am very intrigued if you ever get the urge to share i will be all eyes/ears/senses required to enjoy things!!

I GET TO DO WIP WEDNESDAYYYYYY!!! the writing exists mostly in the form of a tag (fantastic! 'verse) and also a thirty-two page doc of snippets and planning, so the sense you will be using most is imagination:

don't think i have ever actually formally written out anything about fantastic! 'verse but! the tl;dr of it is that it's a semi-college au: joel is still a hockey player for the lv phantoms, but morgan is a college student-athlete. it's incredibly relevant to the plot that joel falls in love with morgan in the check-out line of a wegman's, lies a little bit, and ends up going back to get his degree.

most of it is just good fun about college kids growing up, but i think there's a lot of parallels between making your way through a development system where traditional "success" isn't always guaranteed (ahl -> nhl, completion of higher education -> pursuit of a career) because that development system isn't always designed for you to "succeed" or have opportunities. heavy quotation marks around success because part of that struggle is learning what you want in life and how you define success. are your dreams achievable? are they still the same dreams you always used to have? it's infinite branching universes of would you still love me if i was a worm (ahl player forever) (a college dropout) (a college graduate) (older) (realizing the fallibility of your body) (uncertain of the future) (human).

silly little snippet:

[gojoest]

i am so sick in the head tonight guys this is unbearable

[brutal-out-here]

I don’t think I’ve cried/have wanted to cry this much over a show/movie in my life watching s2 ep4 of House of the Dragon

[clawsextended]

me, lying as always: i’m gonna wait to reply until i make some new icons.