#I can write whatever I want

[cyrusthedragon]

They've finally unlocked the most fun part of Tumblr - tags.

[bastionbibi]

I love writing fanfiction

[phantom-does-a-thing]

When I talk about the "organs fic" I like need people to know I am being 100% serious about it, it's almost like entirely just gross gore. There will be so many tw on it.

[recluseraven]

man, i still can't believe i met one of my favorite drummers and bassists...

i shouldn't write a smutty fic about it, not even if i were to replace them with fictional characters. i shouldn't, i shouldn't, i shouldn't...

....

buuuuuuuuuuut...

[chopsueylou]

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[radiance1]

By all accounts, it shouldn't have worked.

By all bloody accounts, that should not have worked.

Constantine will repeat.

That, by all accounts, should not have worked.

The warehouse was shitty. The materials were shitty. The summoning circle was shitty. The chanting was shitty. The magic was shitty.

By all accounts, the summoning should not have worked.

So Constantine couldn't give much of a shit about really stopping it because the summoning was so shitty it shouldn't have worked by an means possible.

So what. In the ever-loving fuck. Was the Ghost King, known tyrant of the Infinite Realms. Standing in the middle of the circle and not, last he checked, imprisoned?

That was another thing that he thought would have made it fail, actually. Because the Ghost King was incapacitated, asleep, gone, unavailable, nada.

So what. The fuck. Was he doing. Here?

Constantine knew the day was going to well to stay that way but wow. The universe loves to fuck him over, apparently.

Or the Justice League in specific.

Or both.

Doesn't matter, because now he has to bullshit his way out of this or get ready to brawl for his life.

Good thing he's good at both of those things, then.

Mostly the bullshit-

"Phantom what the fuck are you doing-" Constantine wheezed out, watching one of their newest members-a ghost going by the name Phantom-fly over in front of the known tyrant and-

Oh.

Oh, holy shit this won't end well.

Ghost King.

Phantom. A ghost.

Well, shit.

This is fine. This is totally fine. He just needs to bullshit his way out of this or face two powerhouses.

This is fine.

He's done worse.

"Sup War" Phantom said, floating around the summoning circle that contained the king of all ghosts like it wasn't a problem. "Didn't expect to be seeing you here."

"Ward." The Ghost King inclined his head slightly, eyes trained on Phantom. "I would not have come here if not for Time's insistence and I have been meaning to..." The King paused, hands gripping and ungrasping the pommel of his sword. "...Check in... on you."

"Aww, were you worried about lil old meeeee?" Phantom, ever the little shit and holy shit did Constantine want to go over there and shut him up, said. Floating around until he was staring upside down in the Ghost King's face. "Didn't know you were so soft, pa."

"I am not soft." The King huffed, flame dancing at the edges of his hair. "I was merely... concerned. Over how you would be acclimating to your circumstances. This world's League of Justice covers far more than your small haunt."

"Weeeell, it's not that bad honestly." Phantom admitted. "Haven't really done anything too big yet just some smallish things here and there. So, you know." The ghost boy shrugged, swinging back in the air to turn upright and crossing his legs. "Nothing too bad."

"Good." The Ghost King nodded, shoulders slumping so slightly that if Constantine wasn't looking, he wouldn't have seen it. "That is good. Yes. Good." The King slightly cleared his throat, grasping and ungrasping the pommel of his sword.

Silence echoed in the warehouse as the King seemingly looked for words to say.

"Would you..." He cleared his throat again, squaring his shoulders and standing up straighter. "Would you like to join me and Time for a meeting? It has been some time since you had last joined us." The King shifted slightly before adding. "Of course, if you're busy you do not have too."

"Sure." Phantom said, rolling back and forth in the air as he hummed. "Been a while since we've had some family time-"

"Family time?" Constantine caught someone-who he thinks was Green Lantern-say. He was just as bewildered.

"And if Time sent you here then it must be important." Danny paused before shrugging. "Or maybe not, can never know with him. But yea, sure. I'll come."

"Wonderful." The Ghost King smiled. Smiled. At Phantom. "Then I shall. Leave. Now. To do. Things. Yes. Things." The summoning circle flashed a familiar green, the same green when the King was first being summoned. "Goodbye, ward."

"You can call me son, you know."

The King paused for a moment, blinking slowly before hesitantly nodding.

"Then goodbye. Son."

The circle flashed and just like that. The king was gone.

"Kid. What the fuck." Whoever said- okay wait no that was Constantine, him. But yea fuck it he agrees with himself. "What the fuck." He repeated.

Phantom, the brat, only gave him a shit eating grin and a peace sign before disappearing on the spot.

[the-great-kraken]

if you see a male character kiss a male character, you assume they are gay.

if you see a female character kiss a female character, you assume they are a lesbian.

if you hear a character say they don't feel like their gender, you assume they are trans.

so why do a-spec characters have to jump through so many loops?

a character saying they've never had a crush or don't want a relationship or that they don't understand romantic love is so often ignored or used as fodder for other queer or autistic headcanons (reinforcing stereotypes that aroace people are secretly gay or always autistic)

why is it that our stories are always "up to interpretation"? why do we have to wait for the words aromantic or asexual to be said to be taken seriously? why is it that even when characters say they don't want relationships, fans will scream and cry about sex/romance favourable aspecs and qprs?

when it comes to gay and trans characters, even the likes of bisexual lighting is often treated as though it canonises their sexuality. for aroace characters, even the most explicit coding possible is swept under the rug in favour of other "interpretations"

i'm so tired of fighting for representation just to have it ignored and minimised by fans. let characters be aroace. please.

[apassingbird]

Buck loves a lot of things with Tommy; his kindness, his deadpan sense of humor, the way he throws himself into his work with equal parts passion and almost reckless abandon. The way he listens to Buck's rants with genuine interest, the way he counters with interesting facts of his own. The way he says Buck's name, almost like it's something precious, something holy. But right now, in this very moment, the one thing he loves the most with Tommy, is the fact that he has a bathtub.

Buck lets out a groan as he sinks into the warm water, his muscles tense and aching from hours of hard work. A hot shower had always been the go-to after a long shift, but this right here, this was something Buck could definitely get used to. He closes his eyes and lets himself relax into it completely, his whole body breathing a sigh of relief and his mind, for once, not racing a mile a minute.

"You know, I'm starting to think you're only with me for my bathtub."

Buck opens his eyes again and lets his head loll to the side as he squints at Tommy, where he's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and an amused look on his face.

"I plead the fifth," Buck says with a wink and a smirk, then holds out his hand towards Tommy, asks quietly, "join me?"

Tommy tilts his head in consideration, the corners of his mouth pulling upwards in a soft smile, says, "I'm not sure we'll both fit."

He moves, nonetheless, pushes himself off the doorframe and starts to undress, his movements far from rushed as he removes one layer of clothing at a time. Buck watches him, his eyes following the journey one of his own shirts makes as it's pulled up and over Tommy's head, and then dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. His eyes moves back to Tommy's chest, the dusting of soft hair that covers it, tantalizing in the way it beckons his gaze to follow its trail down, down, down, to where it disappears beneath well-worn denim. Then, Tommy's hands block his view, as deft fingers works first the button and then zipper, before slowly peeling off the material.

Buck swallows, feels that familiar heat pooling low in his belly, just from the sight before him. And god, what a sight it is; Tommy, all long lines of naked skin, a slight flush on his cheeks, as he moves closer until he's standing right beside the bathub. Buck stretches his fingers, the tips of them touching the bare skin just above Tommy's knee. This, he knows, he'll never get used to.

There are a lot of things Buck loves about Tommy. His big heart, yes, but also the way his body feels pressed against Buck's own. The way his muscles shift beneath his skin when he presses Buck up against a wall or into the mattress, the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders and back. The way he, most nights, envelopes Buck wholly, covering him from where his lips press against the nape of his neck all the way down to where he lets Buck tuck his cold toes between his feet. He loves how it makes him feel, how Tommy makes him feel - tethered, secure, safe.

Like now, as he leans back into Tommy's open arms; his back pressed against his chest, his hips and legs bracketed by Tommy's strong thighs and Tommy's equally strong arms holding him securely in place. Buck can't help but let out a sound, then, something caught between a sigh and a moan. Beneath him, he can feel Tommy's heartbeat, a slow and steady thing.

Distantly, Buck thinks he could get used to this, too. Having someone to come home to, that is. He spends most nights at Tommy's, but they haven't really had that particular conversation yet. They probably should, though, because as far as Buck's concerned, there's nowhere else he'd rather be. No one else he'd rather come home to, bathtub or not.

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[usercelestial]

okay but literally what if buck and tommy end up together? like what if we get to see them moving in together or saying i love you for the first time or getting engaged or getting married? what if we get to see buck having a husband? literally what then...

[the-one-that-weeps]

Every time someone in this godforsaken fandom says "I think we've talked about misogyny enough" I want to hit them with a hammer. No we haven't.

We haven't even talked about the deep "Ruikasa&Akitoya Vs. literally everyone else" imbalance enough but imagine all of the people that get pressured into writing specifically for male/male ships simply because otherwise they won't get any appreciation.

Yes it's a cowardly thing but when you see Ruikasa having over 4000 fics and Ichisaki having like 5 in total obviously you're going to be discouraged. Obviously you'll be biased into creating Ruikasa instead of other ships.

And as someone who depends on appreciation in particular to do any work at all obviously that's going to have a lasting consequence. Some people spend 4 hours crying in front of a screen just for 3 people to like their work and leave, it's understandable if they lose passion for creating at all, you guys killed them.

It's even in how we handle m/m ships. You go into a fic that's tagged Rui&Tsukasa(platonic), someone in the comments always goes "okay but when do they kiss". You go to an action-packed longfic, someone always ends up going "okay but when do they kiss".

Fuck you guys. Actually. This is a silly piano tiles game about Hatsune Miku, we should be one of the MOST CREATIVE fandoms in history and somehow people still get mad over two boys not kissing immediately after getting introduced. It's so fucking difficult being a content creator in this fandom because you always end up having to take the same route. They meet they tease they kiss. End of story. "Oh you're doing something "lame" instead? -1 kudo. Bring me my yaoi next🖕"

[misc-obeyme]

👉👈 since requests are open can i ask for sleepy mornings with Mammon or Solomon (or both wkdkfj, I'd flip a coin because I can't choose between them)

The fact that they BOTH aren't morning people is hilarious to me. I'm not either, I'm staying in bed until I absolutely have to get up, and then I'm scrambling to get ready. That's the panic that kicks in from hitting snooze too many times

Of course you can make such a lovely request, my friend!

I decided to go for both because when I started thinking about it, my brain was like oh here!! I have ideas!! And I was like yeah yeah okay lol.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Solomon x MC x Mammon

Warnings: none 'tis all fluff

You are in a soft and warm darkness. You don’t know where you are, but you’re so comfortable you hope to never leave. A dull and distant sound is chiming, but you barely hear it. You’re too wrapped up in the tenderness of someone holding you close.

That is until the arms holding you shift and you realize that there are in fact two someones and it is the alarm that you hear blaring.

“Shut up, ya damn thing,” someone grumbles from in front of you.

Someone behind you chuckles sleepily.

You scrunch up your face, fighting the awareness that will reveal to you the early morning hour. If you could just stay here a little longer…

There's some fumbling as the person in front of you moves about unsuccessfully, due to being unwilling to fully let go of you.

“Can’t get it,” he mumbles.

“Allow me.” A slight shift from behind you and a light flashing on the other side of your closed eyelids, indicating the use of magic.

The sound of the alarm stops abruptly.

Mammon groans as he buries his face back into your chest. “Thanks,” he says, his voice muffled by your body.

Solomon’s arms tighten around you, one of them wrapping around Mammon as well. “It only lasts for five minutes,” he says with a yawn.

Mammon groans again and buries himself deeper into the blankets.

You steadfastly pretend that you are completely unaware of all that’s happening, insisting on keeping your eyes shut in an imitation of deep sleep.

Solomon blows gently on the back of your neck, making you squirm.

“Oi!” Mammon protests. “Quit doin’ that!”

“You do realize MC is only pretending to be asleep, right?” Solomon asks. His voice is thick with sleep, but the amusement in it indicates how he can't help teasing both of you, even if he’s groggy.

“Yeah, let ‘em stay that way!” Mammon exclaims.

Solomon chuckles again, but settles for a few moments.

All three of you drift back into some semblance of slumber for a few minutes before being unceremoniously jolted awake again by the return of the alarm.

To your annoyance, Solomon pulls himself up, casting another spell at the alarm clock. “I suppose I’ll get breakfast ready.”

Mammon shoots up in bed, launching himself over you to grab both of Solomon’s hands. You grunt a little beneath his weight, trying not to laugh.

“Don’t ya dare!” Mammon exclaims.

You peek open an eye to watch them.

Solomon is looking at Mammon in surprise and curiosity.

Mammon is sweating. “Eh, I mean, ya were up late workin’, ya know! Go back to sleep for a bit, I’ll take care of breakfast. Right, MC?”

Having been caught, you roll over just enough to be on your back between them. “Yeah,” you agree. “C’mon, Solomon. You didn’t get into bed until hours after we did.”

Solomon smiles. “You’d really do that for me?”

Mammon blushes and lets go of Solomon’s hands, looking away. “Y-yeah. ‘Course. Just get some rest.”

Grumbling, Mammon stumbles out of bed, leaving a cold void beside you. You sigh and try to snuggle down into the blankets where his warmth lingers.

Solomon watches Mammon leave the room. “Are you sure he’ll be okay getting breakfast by himself?”

“Of course,” you say. “He’s done it before. Stop worrying and get a little more sleep, won’t you?”

Solomon does as you ask, settling back down beside you, pulling you into his arms.

Not long later, you’re both woken again by the smell of bacon.

“Is that…?” you inquire, eyes open.

“Bacon,” Solomon says. “From the human world.”

“Not shadow hog bacon,” you add.

“No,” Solomon agrees.

You both look at each other for a long moment before you’re scrambling out of bed and running to the kitchen, each trying to get there first.

When you come crashing in, you find Mammon just putting a plate of actual real bacon on the table. He looks at you both in surprise.

“What the-?” he starts to say.

“Bacon?” you ask, grabbing his arm. “Real actual bacon?”

Mammon blushes and shakes you off his arm. “Yeah, well, I got some ‘cause I thought maybe you humans missed some food from home, that’s all! Now sit down!”

Mammon has been practicing how to cook human world food with the help of Barbatos, as you later find out. You have to drag it out of him bit by bit, but eventually he admits it. He was just waiting for an opportunity to actually make some for both of you.

You smile happily around the table as Solomon teases Mammon again, the latter blushing and pretending he doesn’t care. While you would have enjoyed a little more time in bed, you decide that this is pretty nice too.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[turbotastico]

I like to think that Felix and Turbo didn’t get along at first. Turbo, being the competitive freak he is, sees Felix as a potential rival and frequently scoffs at him or tries to annoy him.

On the other hand, Felix tries to be patient and a good neighbor, but Turbo often manages to get on his nerves.

For Turbo, this scoffing soon turns into a need for attention

Felix’s attention

even though he doesn’t quite understand why.

For Felix, tolerating Turbo becomes a habit and he stops getting as frustrated as before, focusing on other things, which only makes Turbo crave his attention more.

Turbo: “You may be the shiny perfect new game, but everyone knows who’s really the best around here, repair-boy”

Felix: “Come on, Turbo, there's no need to be so jealous. Just... stop bugging me. It's not my fault everyone’s playing my game-”

Turbo: “The gamers might like you for now, but let’s face it, it’s me they truly adore”

[zackbyychocolate]

I was thinking…..at my show I wanted to bring my TABINOF and get it signed like a yearbook from everybody I meet there. Idk feels very full circle to give her a new life and memories after ten years of that book collecting dust in my room

[hoofpeet]

Various experimental doodles paired with [part of] yesterday's journal entry 👍🐄

[antigonesghosts]

What I loved about Cinderella's Castle is it is so entirely about Ella. We know starkid can handle a show with tons and tons of characters but I found it quite refreshing for it to be so wholly her story? I think it was a lovely choice for this show and man Bryce did such a perfect job of it, she is truly such a star