#I just needed to get it out of my system

[marsspeedway]

[candysweetslover]

In SVSSS, Shen Yuan just supposes that Shen Jiu hated Luo Binghe because he was jealous that Luo Binghe had a mother. But I think that that reasoning is wrong, or atleast incomplete.

So, we know that Shen Jiu hated the name Shen Qingqiu because it reminded him of Qiu Jianluo. It’s more likely that Shen Jiu started to hate Luo Binghe because of the ‘Luo’ he shared with Qiu Jianluo. Shen Jiu only showed hostility towards Luo Binghe after he learned that his name was Luo Binghe.

Knowing MXTX, this was probably intentional and it just makes the PIDW have an even worse conclusion, because it wasn’t that Shen Jiu incapable of caring for other people as he absolutely loved Ning Yingying and probably even Ming Fan. He might have even been decent with Luo Binghe if it wasn’t for the fact that he shared a part of his name with Qiu Jianluo.

This doesn’t excuse Shen Jiu’s actions but it does make more sense that Shen Yuan’s theory that Shen Jiu was jealous of Luo Binghe for having a mother. Because if that was the case it would make more sense for him to be jealous of Ming Fan or any other disciple who came from a wealthy background.

I rest my case here.

[redninjaaaaa]

pure emotion

[arkos404]

fanart for the personality swap, the lawful joke au, by @chaosaliien

context

scrabby is a prankster but he cant out-menace prism

[demetera-kaziaik]

"We have everything you need~"

[gio-goose]

It is still growing

[mncxbe]

i know it's not usually my thing to comment on what other people say and do online but i'm genuinely disgusted by how some csm fans reacted to the new chapter. i know opinions vary and tbh everyone is free to interpret it however they want. but seeing comments like "csm is at its peak", "denji finally got what he wanted", "at least he got kissed without vomit", "i was genuinely shocked and happy for denji this chapter" and "wish that was me" left by mostly men under reels shows how little understanding they have when it comes to SA. of course, let's joke and giggle about it cause it's very funny☝🏻😬

i think in a way fujimoto is trying to raise awareness of some issues through denji and it's sad to see that most people completely miss the point of certain chapters.

[withoutzeuzey]

wip...

[turtlene]

[queengmine2crayon]

Hello guys, I hope your day or evening or night is going well. 💚

So, really bad news came in and I’m feeling, like, awful. So if you had a funny gif or a little message, or even just a heart to put in the comments, it’ll help me a lot. I know this is unexpected – and kinda rude, ig? I don’t know, it seems weird to ask you that – but I’m sure anything will make me feel better at this point. ^^

Oh, and if you have, like, some mha fics with fluff or hurt/comfort (heavy on the comfort) to suggest, I’ll gladly read it. :)

Hope you’re having a good day, and if not, I hope you’ll get better and (if you want) give you a virtual hug. 💫

Take care everyone. 💚

[the-kingshound]

[starrycosme]

Like a Prayer [Blackhill fic]

"When she opened the door to her apartment, a telltale click of the lock told her that it had been picked. [...] Natasha Romanov was sitting down on her couch, looking very worse for wear."

Natasha and Maria find each other once again after the fall of SHIELD. What will happen when the tension that's been building for years finally reaches its peak? How will the two ex-agents handle it?

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

writing out a full multi-paragraph rant post and then deleting it cause im better than that

[detective-inspector-her]

Ah ha. Angst. And barely anyone will understand it! Anythings this is set around GOF and OOTP. So you know, happy times, happy times. Valkyrie gets a new scar because the hp universe makes no sense in certain magical aspects and I'm changing that.

Harry being nice in OOTP, a rare find

[mebiselfandi]

I got my eye on you 🩷

[mousolinibutcallhimpasta]

Foolish has a heart he can give away easily and freely, because that’s what men like Foolish are. He lives his life with joy in his step and the recklessness of youth running through his marrow.

Foolish lives his life freely, but that didn’t mean getting heartbroken was any less painful than it was the first time.

(He thought Vegetta was the one, that the man could be trusted with his heart, now that he claimed it so spectacularly.

Foolish could swear up and down that he’d never cheat on Vegetta, though he guessed Vegetta didn’t think the same.)

“Fuckin’ cheater…” He growled to himself, sitting in a dingy bar with no one for company. Quackity had left a long time ago, dark eyes shining with worry and hesitance as he called out to Foolish.

“Sorry I can’t stay back with you man” He had offered then, “But my girl’s waiting at home and I promised myself to be a better parent.”

Foolish had nodded, trying to read the label of a bottle he had taken from the shelf, distantly wondering why his eyes couldn’t focus properly.

Now, he’s staring down at the bottle in his hands, on the verge of another outburst.

“Foolish, are you in here?” A familiar voice crooned, padded feet walking upon chilled wood before the totem heard the chair screech across from him. “You really hadn’t left?”

Foolish growled, lessening his grip on the bottle before he broke it. “The fuck you want, Bad.”

It said a lot that Bad didn’t even reprimand him for cursing. “I wanted to check on you, Quackity told me that you were drowning your sorrows at the bar and all.”

“Don’t want your company.” Foolish muttered, taking a swig of the bottle. “Let me drown my sorrows in peace.”

“Well, fine. But if you wanna talk, I’m right here.” Bad said, taking another bottle on the table and pouring himself a shot.

It was silence for barely an hour, occasionally broken my the clink of glass and sniffles of a man barely holding himself together. Finally, Foolish spoke.

“Fucker cheated.” The totem took another swig of his glass. Bad hummed in confusion.

“Who?”

“Fucking Vegetta, who else?!” Foolish barked out, slamming the bottle onto the table. “He fucking cheated on me! With Diablo!”

“The devil?” Bad muttered, barely holding himself together. “But you cheated first, why are you so upset?”

Foolish hissed, the clouds thundering in response to the man’s anger. “How many times do I need to tell you that I didn’t kiss Mariana? He wanted to kiss me!”

“You’re right, you’re right.” Bad soothed, pouring Foolish a shot before downing his own drink. “That’s not the most important thing right now, what happened?”

“I told him about the Mariana thing, wanted to solve it before you guys poisoned his head.” Foolish mumbled, slurring his word like speaking was exhausting. “He said it was fine, said he kissed his ex just today. That he felt better now that it wasn’t cheating, cause it’s a two-way street.”

(Foolish remembered how it felt, hearing the words come out of that man’s mouth. How his face twisted into a weird smile as his eyes shine with relief.

“Then it’s fair game, no?” He had joked. “I can kiss my Osito fiu fiu now too, seeing as you’re kissing Mariana.”

And Foolish, who’s been stressed and tired and seeking comfort from the accusations and the backtalk, hoping for some kind of sympathy from his lover, had gotten his heart shattered.

And something in him, something like the person he strives to be, the man that laughed and smiled and cheered with joy and ignored the cracked vestiges of his own heart, the man that used to enjoy sleeping around and didn’t believe in the shame of having multiple partners.

The man that loved his daughter and his husband, the man that hoped to be the father he hadn’t been before the End, the man that smiled at Leonarda and ignored how similar she was to his other kids.

The man that wanted to experience a life worth living.

That man had snapped.)

Bad winced. “Yeah, ok. I can see why you’re angry.”

“No you fucking don’t, Bad.” Foolish growled, the bottle breaking underneath his fingers and the world thundering beneath his anger. “You’re one of the first to accuse me of cheating. I don’t trust a single shit you spew out of your mouth.”

Bad grimaced, before smoothing out into a placating smile. “No need to be so angry, now I stand corrected, okay? I’m 100% sure you never cheated on Vegetta.”

“And how do I trust you?” Foolish hissed. “Despite our history together Bad, I’d trust you as much as I trust a stick to defend me against a creeper. We may be friends here, but let’s not forget the amount of shit you’ve thrown at me during our time as friends.”

Bad physically flinched at that, before he smiled kindly and tried to convince Foolish. “Look, I know I made really bad decisions for as long as we’ve known each other, but I promise you that I believe you didn’t cheat.”

“And why the change of tune?” Foolish raised a brow, wiping his hand with a napkin. “Thought you’d say shit about how I used to hop around all the damn time.”

“Well, I know how faithful you are to Leonarda.” Bad offered, his white eyes ever piercing in the darkness of the bar. “You’ve been nothing but good to her, and she loves you! If she trusts that you haven’t cheated, then you haven’t.”

“Besides,” Bad continued. “ You’ve never been this heartbroken when someone cheated on you after you cheated on them.”

Foolish grinned, a mean thing with too many teeth and eyes too bright. “Damn right.”

“It’s just fuckin’ unfair.” Foolish then said, taking a swig from the mountain of bottles on the table. “I have to deal with people believing I’m a cheater. Meanwhile my own damn husband is cheating on me with a demon and faces no damn consequences. While I have to wake up every morning and hear people’s whispers behind my damn back!” He growled.

Bad nodded in sympathy, silently vowing to never speak of the cheating allegations ever again. “Yeah, I can see why you’d be upset.”

“It’s unfair, Bad! Unfair cause no one believes me besides my daughter! No one! There is no one on my side in this damn server!” He threw the bottle, watching it break and take a wall with it.

“Well, I am.” Bad comforted. “I’m on your side now too.”

“You move in accordance to the damn drama, Bad.” Foolish glared. “I don’t trust you to have my back.”

“I will.” Bad promised. “You are the only person I’ll trust on this server, in this life and the next, it’ll be you and I. Always.”

“How do I know you wouldn’t just stab me in the back like you used to?” Foolish snapped, grumbling as he fixed the walls of the bar.

“Because you and I have history, didn’t you say?” Bad offered. “We’re old beings, Foolish. Older than Philza and everyone on this server combined. You and I are the only people to keep our memories, Phil doesn’t even know.”

“How can I turned my back on you after everything we’ve gone through together? I don’t leave comrades behind that easily.”

Foolish laughed. “I told you Bad, I’m not that man anymore. I’m trying to change.”

“You’re trying pretty badly then.” Bad chimed. “Don’t think I didn’t see that red in your eyes.”

Foolish froze, before his hands carefully began mending the broken wall. “Don’t you think it’s time for you to drop that nice guy act in front of me? I know your true colors.” Bad offered.

“It’s not like you really want to return to it right now, mr. Favored.”

“I’m not.” Foolish glared, sitting back down at the table and taking another swig. “I’m not favored anymore.”

“You are.” Bad hummed.” The old you hasn’t been gone for that long, it’s only been, what? A couple hundred years? The gods would’ve punished you by now if they didn’t like you so much.”

Foolish rolled his eyes. “What’s the point, Conqueror Halo?”

“Not the conqueror just yet.” Bad refuted. “And I’m just a guy comforting his friend during his moment of weakness. What’s wrong about that?”

“We both know you aren’t doing this out of just the kindness of your heart.”

“Ah, you got me there.” Bad giggled, his star-bright eyes flashed that familiar shade of red. “I wanted you to come join me again.”

“…what?” Foolish muttered.

“You heard me.” Bad chuckled. “I wanted us to be partners in crime again, the Conqueror and the Favored, the duo that strikes fear into mortal hearts. We could be great again, fight like we used to fight, no more relationships, no more cheating, none of the friendships that end in betrayal. Just us, traveling together and destroying the world.”

“We have kids.” Foolish pointed out, though he didn’t deny he was interested. “I can’t leave Leonarda, you can’t leave Dapper.”

Bad nodded, solemn and understanding. “I meant after the dragon takes her kids back, when all of them are grown up and can take care of themselves. We can leave then.”

Foolish thought about it. It was an enticing offer, he didn’t have to play the stupid man that threw his heart away with ease, that loved only to get it broken and bounced back like relationships were just flings.

He could be the person he used to be, that golden totem with gods nipping at his heels, whispering nectar in his ears and gifting him everything in exchange for chaos and a chance to capture his hand.

He could.

“I think you know my answer.” Foolish decided. Like it was some kind of confirmation, Bad had grinned. “I’m so glad to see you again, Favored.”

Later, when Vegetta sees Foolish, he’ll wonder about the dark glint in the totem’s eyes, ponder on how he changed from the soft and bright man to the man with dark eyes and sharp smiles.

Vegetta would wonder about the blank eyes that look at him, the smile that seemed bright like fluorescent lights, the undercurrents of resentment twisting the air.

He’d wonder what he’s done wrong as he watches Foolish play with their daughter, their cheer as bright as it’s ever been despite the ever-present chill in their home. He’d wonder as he realized that Foolish stopped smiling so warmly at him, that the man seemed to go out of his way to avoid Vegetta.

He’d wonder where he screwed up as Foolish talked with Bad more often, as Leonarda became lightly hesitant around him.

He’d wonder and only knew where he messed up when Foolish smiled for the last time, his emerald eyes alight with bloodlust as the seas turned red, a familiar bear head laying beneath the totem’s feet.