#I’m sorry idk what it’s called

[space-batzz]

Art Fright 2024

smoke and mirrors prompt + foggy forest color palette with (an aged up version of) Carrie Krueger from tawog

[go-star-sailor]

transfem wirt truthers wya

[gumdefense]

Judging from official art drunk Phoenix is either happy little guy or eepy and I don’t have a conclusion I just think it’s cute

[shima-draws]

Ghost Cora AU where he’s actually been following Law around ever since he died but nobody has been able to see him, so all he’s able to do is watch Law get hurt and suffer in silence. UNTIL, miraculously, the battle of Dressrosa ends, and for some strange reason—through some supernatural bullshit or maybe just fate—one person is finally able to see him.

Law is sitting on the deck of the Yonta Maria watching everyone party when Luffy comes trotting over to him. And Luffy plops down beside him and says, “I’ve been meaning to ask, Torao, but who’s that really tall blonde guy with the funny makeup that’s been following you around?”

And Law’s just like

[kagoutiss]

hapaxanth

[pizzaqueen]

Eddie calls Steve up and he’s like “Steve! I need you to come over ASAP! I’m in a real pickle!” So, Steve goes over and finds Eddie in a giant pickle costume, laughing his ass off

[fumifooms]

Canines

The hand that feeds

Mickbell Tomas & Kuro Dungeon Meshi

^ 1: Ink-the-artist, I will remove my teeth / 2: Margaret Atwood / 3: C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy / 4: Mitski, I’m your man / 5: Ojibwa, I love you like a rotten dog / 6: KotOR II / 7: Stardrop, Everything that’s ever been mine is covered in teeth marks / 8: Sodikken, People Eater / 9: Mitski, I’m your man / 10: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 11: Mitski, I bet on losing dogs / 12: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 13: hun, I did not bite with Malice / 14: C. Michael Davis, Don't Pet the Dragon / 15: Mitski, I’m your man

v 1: Early versions of the myth as in aeschylus orestes / 2: Ink-the-artist, I will not remove my teeth

[stoutguts]

cod x reader, but realistic.

everyone is already in a committed relationship, and has no plans of leaving their partner for you.

Soap and Ghost tied the knot long ago, Price is getting it on with Nikolai, Gaz and Roach are especially close, Farah and Alex are planning their honeymoon, Laswell has her wife,—and so who do you have,—no one.

EDIT: AND DONT EVEN WITH FUCKING GRAVES LMFAOOO, y’all know he’s a literal incel, some kind of "milady incarnate” mf 😭💀💀💀

[ivanttakethis]

So like………………. what was the point of Round 6?? 🤨

[mediumgayitalian]

for all my nico calling will pretty boy in italian truthers: ragazzi/ragazzo literally means child. it doesn’t have quite the same connotations as ‘boy’ does in english. i would suggest, instead of anything with the word ragazzo in it, something closer to “bello” or even “bellino”; bello, which means handsome/beautiful and is often used as a pet name, and bellino, which literally means pretty and has the “-ino” suffix, which gives it kind of a cocky/playfully condescending context when used as a pet name?? which is true to the origins of pretty boy.

edit to add: there are lots of other similar pet names!! carino is a good one. tesoro is also used v regularly. if anyone else can think of some comment/reblog w them!!

[raringooo]

How many nonsensical crack ships are yall willing to put up with bc I’ve got plenty of doodles to go around

[mavenbeeee]

i know everyone is praising ify for how he’s playing this season and i do think he is slaying but some of his moves kinda bother me😭😭😭i didn’t like how he took all the drug juice i feel like brennan obviously had a plan for how that was gonna work with persimmon dead AND everyone would’ve got a cool moment with the drugs but he kinda just took it :/ obviously it worked out and it did lead to that convo w liv and russell but idk i felt like jacob in that moment and i’m not even playing LMAO like i would rather have just seen what brennan was gonna do and got to see how everyone was gonna take it

[primalmagic]

rock-a-bye baby

It was empty. It was black and empty and she was alone.  

Until she wasn’t. 

Emma hesitates, taking a step black on an old, tattered tile that’s only vaguely familiar. 

“Hello?” 

She can barely recognize her own voice. 

She tries again. 

“Hello? Is anyone-” 

She’s interrupted by a blood-curdling scream, disassociated and hers. 

“Damn it, damn it,” she panics, her heart beating a thousand times faster than what was probably normal, “Fuck, stay away from me, you- you-”

It comes closer, cocking its head onto the side, cold wind brushing against her extended, shaking leg. It’s unlike anything she’s ever seen before, but like something she has seen before. Because she knew. 

God, she knew. She had met this creature before, someplace- somewhere- at some time she somehow couldn’t remember…

It’s empty, hollow, smiling face leaned closer to her, and she suppresses the urge to giggle. 

She’s so done. She’s so, so, done. The girl in her stomach kicks her again, but she’s not paying her any attention. The shock is gone, replaced by slow, slow, slow agony. 

“What do you want?” She demands, her voice wavering around the wisps of black wind curling across her vision. “Why are you here?” 

It doesn’t answer. 

She doesn’t expect it to. 

But it grins wider, leans closer until it’s in her personal place and just barely touching her. 

“S-stay back,” she swallows, “I, uh, I have a husband!” The previous panic creeps back into her mind, slowly but surely. 

It doesn’t react. 

It leans closer and closer and closer until Emma can feel it everywhere. 

Around her, encompassing her, inside her, just… her. 

She gasps out wordlessly, eyes squeezed shut, a single teardrop drawing a small squiggle down her face. 

She can feel it. 

And she understands.

A thousand years of suffering run through her head, a thousand years of abandonment, of hatred, of the same agony she’d felt seconds ago. Centuries of ignorance and exile, decades of planning and surviving. 

The slow trickle of hope, falling, falling, falling, as the hourglass greedily takes the last piece of sand. 

Of fear and worry, or terror and humanity. So old and grainy that she can hardly grasp it. Because it was taken from it, taken so long ago. 

And want. 

So, so, so much want.

And then it’s gone. 

Her eyes open up wearily, studying her surroundings, but it is nowhere to be found. 

But out of the very corner of her eyesight, she sees a blob run through the dark. 

She can’t speak, she realizes. She’s so tired, so drowsy… so sleepy… 

But then it speaks. 

It speaks. 

And it says, 

Ashlyn. 

— 

“Emma? Love, are you alright? Emma?” 

Her eyes jerk open, tear-stained cheeks flushed red, her hands clenched as they lay dead on the mattress. 

“Mark?” 

“What’s wrong, Em?” He sits up on the bed, leaning closer to dry her eyes, which are somehow still wet. “What happened? Bad dream?” 

Yes, she’s about to say, but then she’s struck by the realization that she can’t… remember? Why was she crying? 

“No,” she frowns, “I’m- I’m okay.” 

“Are you sure about that?” he asks as she leans on his shoulder and sits up, grasping his hand to stay grounded. 

She flicks on the lamp on the bedroom table, relishing the way the dim light fills the room. 

“I love you,” she whispers, holding one hand to her stomach and gazing softly at her husband. Her baby has stopped kicking, she realizes in the back of her mind. 

“I love you too, Em,” he smiles, “But it’s one AM in the night and you just started crying, love. Did something happen?” 

“No, I- no, I’m alright,” she decides, turning her eyes away. She’d tell Mike if she knew, she thinks. But what… what just happened? 

“If you say so,” he chuckles, eyes crinkled in slight worry, “Baby keeping you up all night?” 

“Something like that,” she answers truthfully. “She’s alright, though.” I think. 

“How are you so sure it’s a girl?” Mike nudges her affectionately, “I bet it’s a boy.” 

“It’s a girl,” she said definingly, grinning, “But I wouldn’t mind betting with you on it.” 

“50 bucks?” 

“Deal.” 

“I’m so gonna win!” 

Emma shakes her head, her mind erasing any lingering fear of whatever’d just happened. She was safe. She was at her house with the love of her life, making stupid remarks and she was safe. 

“Mother knows best,” she giggles, like she’s a teenage girl again. 

“How dare ye, Mother Gothel! Stay away from my wife and my son!” He waves his hands dramatically, and Emma knows he’s trying to make her feel better. 

“Daughter,” she corrects, before he can protest, “It’s too late for this. You have work tomorrow! Go to sleep,” she flicks him on the head and smiles. 

“Alright, fine.” 

Pause.

“You sure you’re okay?” 

She sighs exasperatedly, but with no heat, “I’m fine, I swear. Thanks though.” 

“No problem, love. Good night.” 

He tucks her under the covers, and then flicks off the lamp. 

“Good night, love you too,” she whispers back. 

The silence stretches, comfortable and calm. 

One sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep. 

“Hey, Mark?” She asks, using the nickname that had inadvertently stuck since she mistakenly called him it when they'd first met.

“Yeah, Em?” 

“If it’s a girl…” she hesitates, unsure of why she’s so adamant on this herself, “Can we name her Ashlyn?” 

“Only if I can name him Edward,” he jokes. 

“Never mind,” she rolls her eyes in the darkness, but Mike definitely gets the point. 

“Yeah, love, we can.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I like it.”

“Wish I could say the same, but no child of mine is going to be named Edward.”  

“Hey! You don’t want a little vampire baby?” 

Her mind catches a glimpse of something, something familiar, and she shudders involuntarily, “I’d like to stay away from anything supernatural in this life, if I can.” 

“Alright then, what about Bob?” 

“I hate you.” 

“You love me.” 

“Yeah, I do love you. Now, good night, Mark,” she huffs, still smiling, “For real this time.” 

“Alright, alright. Good night- for real this time,” he chuckles. 

She loves him so, so much. 

As she drifts off, she feels another small kick, and lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Good night to you too, Ashlyn."

on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56080381 guys there is not a single emma banner / mike banner on ao3 COME ON they were such a power couple

[fablepatron]

Don’t you forget about me

[ghostdrinkssoup]

moriarty and sherlock are criminal x investigator written by straight people and hannibal and will are criminal x investigator written by gay people hope that helps