#I have an itching to write something

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

In this AU, Shredder had a hand in creating them.

When his brother escaped with the four of them.

His perfect little soldiers, their minds to be molded like clay, Their bodies, the perfect armor, created to be formidable opponents at his every command.

The loss of them caused a deep hatred to spark, for his brother and for his creations. For the fact of their very existence being useless in his brothers hands, their true potential would never be reached.

They were a failure in his life, a stain to be scrubbed away. He would make them suffer.

ALL OF THEM WOULD DIE AT HIS HANDS!

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a living weapon whumpee only takes orders from ONE person. They’ve been conditioned to ignore everyone else’s orders. This means that after rescue, the team can barely get whumpee to drink or allow them bandage their injuries. One of the teammates manages to imitate whumpee’s handler by deepening their voice.

They stay out of whumpee’s line of sight, standing behind their hospital bed. “Drink this,” they snap, hating how they have to command this broad-shouldered ghost of a person. Without their armor, without their mask, whumpee looks like a wraith. There’s nothing behind their eyes. They play with the hospital blanket with twitching hands that have strangled and maimed.

When whumpee hears the order they stiffen to attention and take the cup offered with those still-shaking hands. But the cup slips through their fingers and lands in a puddle on the tiles.

They immediately tense up, shoulder blades flung so far back they touch. Their breathing quickens, waiting.

But nothing happens.

They give whumpee a new glass of cold water. This time, they lift the cup to whumpee’s lips and hold it steady, with one hand behind their head for support.

[muffinlance]

Everyone in house sick, baby awake screaming every half hour last night, brain no good for Serious Face writing, SEND AVATAR WRITING PROMPTS PLZ

k lov you bye

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Stars and Disco

(Disco side of the swap)

[swordsofsaturn]

early seasons spn homophobia is actually so crazy because they literally do not look gay. hamfisted gay jokes when the characters look straight as hell. "you look the type" they literally don't. is the thing

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Squirmles as an interrogation method (but wholesome)

Oh buddy

Once EDEN allowed other institutions access to squirmles, their potential was instantly recognized...

Let's say you have a low-risk criminal or hostage, but you've been instructed NOT to harm them at all. Solution? Dumping a whole jar of squirmles down their back >:)

It may seem silly or unorthodox, but the success rate is surprisingly high! Turns out being tied to a chair with a whole swarm of tickly critters in your clothes is unbearable.

Luckily, the squirmles love it >:) they are monsters after all...some evil tickling is their favorite.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Dead Soulmates

This is probably the only soulmate au I'll ever do so enjoy

Soulmate au where your soul mark turns black when your soulmate dies

Danny and Jason are soulmates. The problem? Both of their soul marks are black. Sure, they came back, but not in a typical way, so each thinks the other is dead

So what do we get? Longing. Two guys longing for a love they thought lost to them, thinking tenderly of a future they don't think they could have, even without the added craziness of their lives. Standing on rooftops, smoking in the cold november air, their breath indistinguishable from the smoke, their spent cigarettes flicked off the edge like discount shooting stars, lamenting their fates, probably to each other for the dramatic irony of it all

they both get it. The quiet kind of grief, longing for somebody they never got the chance to know, thinking about how things could have been different, how the should have been different. That understanding is what draws them towards each other

and then? Jason sees Danny's mark, Jason shows his own, they stare at each other, silent for a moment, before arms wrap around the other, lips pressed together, and quiet tears fall like rain to the rooftop beneath their feet

longing, angst, and then happy ending

and you can thank this song for inspiring the mood for this

[mantinel-witches-association]

Okay wait so

Jikishirone is a witch as she acquired the Oracle Majik so is she just like. chilling in her inner world while the majik pilots her body?

Also you can be forced to acquire a majik?? Was that the case for Jikishirone or did she actually fully agree and they just assumed cause forcing is Oracle's usual MO?

Does she watch what her body is doing from the inner world like Ichi did in the last chapter? If she was forced into this would she even want to?

Does Oracle talk to her? Does Oracle even like her? How does she feel about Oracle? If they wanted could they swap who's in control?

Also also why was she in a coma in the first place!

[persicipen-archive]

too asexual to enjoy writing smut, too aromantic to write relationship fluff, too stupid to write long and complicated fics, too unsocialised to write good dialogue…

[911weewoo]

Unpopular opinion but I don’t think Eddie is clueless about his feelings for Buck. I also don’t think the writers should have both of them being clueless about their feelings.

[chandralia]

the intimacy of Deku just sitting behind Bakugo in class…

[rahabs]

Honestly pretty done trying to make friends in this fandom on servers.

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz and happy monday !! giving every one a smooch on the head <3 here’s a lil sunshine in human form , have the bestest day ever !!! ᡣ𐭩

[onboardsorasora]

if i wrote more action fics, would you guys read that? (like fight scenes or just fast paced scenes)

[breakfastteatime]

To Cere’s complete not-surprise, Cal’s asleep not long after she coaxed him into changing out of his icy clothing. He’s burrowed under nearly every blanket left on the ship, hair splayed across his pillow. He's finally lost the ashen, blue-tinted skin tone too, a distinctly pink tone flushing his cheeks. Cere places the back of her hand against his forehead and finds a healthy warmth rather than signs of a fever. She can't contain her relieved sigh.

Stirring under her touch, Cal makes a valiant attempt at waking up. "Cere?"

"Shhhh." She runs a hand through his hair, red strands surprisingly soft between her fingers. "Go back to sleep."

Cal drifts off. Cere leaves him be under BD’s watchful gaze. “If you’re worried, come and get me,” she tells him.

BD whistles and nuzzles closer to Cal, who stirs again, raises an arm for BD to sneak under, and mumbles something unintelligible before settling again. Content to leave them, Cere retreats and heads through the ship.

“So, Bogano?” Greez asks as Cere enters the cockpit.

“Bogano,” she agrees.

Greez glances into the depths of the ship. “Kid asleep?”

“Yes,” Cere says. “BD’s with him. He’s going to need a day or two before he’s ready for Dathomir.” She knows what he said, and believes he’s emotionally ready, but they’d best make sure he’s not suffering any ill effects before he takes on another challenge.

“Great, because I need time to work myself up for Dathomir and its dead witches, and I’m not the one who took a dive in freezing water during a whiteout blizzard.” Greez’s hands fly over the ship’s controls, preparing the jump to hyperspace. “He’s got enough blankets, right? You know the ship runs cold when we’re going full speed and I’m pretty sure he was turning blue before so – ”

“He’s got every blanket except two – yours and mine. He’s dry, wearing warm clothes, and he’s got BD with him. And he's talking in his sleep."

“Okay.” Greez’s shoulders drop down. “Good. I’ll make him some more soup later.”

“Might want to wait until tomorrow,” Cere says. “If we hear a peep out of him tonight, I’ll eat my datapad.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Greez says.