#I feel like that would be fun

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Charming ur wife so you can continue working on something sick

[my-name-is-mine-to-know]

I rewatched Madoka Magica, and now I've been ruminating on the similarities between the Incubators and TMA's dread powers. Fundamentally, both are sustained via emotion, granting some individuals inhuman abilities, eventually resulting in manifestations of negative emotion.

Now I'm trying to think of an AU and perhaps how to make that into a fic...

Kyubey doesn't usually go for boys or those below their preteens, but a child who has already suffered so much despair from the death of both parents to the neglect of their caregiver to a supernatural encounter that no one believes them about would certainly sacrifice a lot for even a little bit of hope or protection in the form of a wish, and would certainly fall to despair soon after, considering his lack of support system.

All Martin wants is the love of his mother: he wishes for her to be healthy because it would be awful to just magically change a person's emotions so this is the next best thing. Of course, now she can take care of herself, and is even more resentful of his presence. He doesn't need to be there anymore, so why does he insist upon terrorizing her still? Luckily, he's not home much anymore. He works two minimum wage jobs, and when he's not at work, he's hunting witches. The small bit of hope he feels when cleansing his soul gem is the only thing he has that resembles happiness nowadays, and the seeds seem to take away less of the darkness each time, as his depression begins to dirty his soul as much as his magic expenditure does.

What entity do you think the incubators would be? I feel like it would be the End, considering so much as interacting with one dooms a person; but it could also be the lonely, given how terribly isolating it is to be fighting a battle that no one else could understand except for those who find you an enemy, even though you've technically on the same side; or perhaps Hunt, forcing so many into an endless search for the grief seeds that will prolong their life, but every time you find one, you lose even more of what it would restore in an endless cycle of hunt and kill.

Or perhaps it's too simplifying to try to fit in a single category. That's likely the case.

[digitalsymbiote]

What if I made a mechposting zine...

[guess1mjustheren0w]

Someone should make a Percy Weasly community/discord server frfr

[nintengoat]

I wanna be seduced

[meat-pvppet]

au where the contestants never arrived to Prehevil during termina

[stuckinthefade]

even though i've already finished an elf mage playthrough, can't stop myself from starting a new game so my warden can be a deadbeat dad

[rocksshard]

Sometimes I go to Reddit in my phone, scroll through my saved for an audio (erotic audio), put on stardew valley on my laptop and see how long it takes me to just say "fuck it" and rub one out.

[supbreak20]

I wanna see you and eway and whoever runs Jawsum and Taku's blogs to make Smash fics now

If we did that you already know I would do everything in my power to include all the small niche references I can for the lore goblins

[cartooncadet666]

For all of my Goosebumps fans out there, I sincerely apologize for this, but I thought about something pretty funny in my mind that I will like to share.

For the Werewolf of Fever Swamp, when they animated him in the first movie, I thought of a pretty meme worthy scenario where Slappy or at least one of the monsters released actually CLEAN HIS FUR so it at least looks presentable to add to his spooky image.

For example of this grooming process, because of the werewolf's gig in constantly moving around both in the Dead of Night game and in the movie, I thought that if they did try to clean his fur, he would try his best to run around so none of the monsters could catch him, who knows he might actually wreck the house because of not wanting to be cleaned.

I think the Abdominal Snowman (forgot the name of the big guy to be honest) wouldn't mind his fur being tend to if cleaning them was actually a thing, but the werewolf could be the actual issue.

Im so sorry, but I laughed from the image in my head of Slappy trying to calm the werewolf down to trap him in the bathroom to give him a bath since he could've got so dirty. Like he would practically have to strangle him into the tub, I couldn't stop laughing...

I don't know who I would feel bad for, Slappy and the others trying to give the werewolf a bath or the werewolf trying to escape the terror of the bathtub.

Who knows, I might actually have to draw this scenario because Im getting back into my Goosebumps phase, this would be a perfect opportunity for my art block-

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

tomorrow is buddy's birthday, don't let me forget

i want to spam some buddy reblogs

[cartooncadet666]

I think I found inspiration for what Stratos as a demon would be-

Jackalope

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[lesbianshepard]

[lemon2099]

I really wanna go bowling

[joshuamj]

Okay, but what if EoW!Zelda had to impersonate Link