#I'll THINK about it

[blackkatdraws]

Lovebug Narrator :3

He's blue cuz I didn't have any reliable pink colors to work with on whiteboard while signed off so I used blue instead

[lynaferns]

Not promising anything but I've been thinking of recreating this Elsa pose with Moon

And I mean doing something rendered, not big but with a bit of effort, y'know?

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Jang Uk (mostly S2) & Dongfang Qingcang

Extraordinarily Powerful But At What Cost

Heart melted by a bubbly girl who can't use her powers properly

Needlessly dramatic entrances (well no, I need them)

Dies for their fiance (it doesn't take)

Magically altered by their father For The Greater Good

Dresses primarily in black or blue

Willing to give up power for love

[stiwfssr]

[luluy33art]

Hey what if Reverse Lila, has the same friendship with reverse Chloe, as Canon Alya had with canon Marinette?

Actually that's very interesting...

[ne-nene-ne]

Imagine being Nagi’s crush and Reo getting jealous, unsure whether it's because you're taking Nagi's attention or because he also likes you

seishiro nagi × fem!reader × reo mikage

- nagi is the primary love interest while reo has a one-sided crush on you (mostly from his pov too)

- includes a smidge of angst I'd say, (well actually not just a smidge teehee)

When Nagi was developing a crush on you, Reo was the first to notice. You were classmates, and you caught Nagi’s attention by playing the same mobile video game he did.

As Nagi was walking through the school yard with Reo, his ears perked up when he heard the familiar sounds of attacking noises and fanfare from his beloved game. Following the source of the sound, he found you, sitting on the bench and indeed playing the same video game that he did. You seemed so happy in your own little world that he didn't want to bother you. Instead, he would often peek behind your shoulder at a distance to see your progress. Your gaming tactics interested him.

Reo found the whole thing amusing at first. He elbowed Nagi lightly, "Why not just approach her and ask her about it instead of watching her like a creep?" Reo wouldn’t have encouraged him if he knew how this would eventually play out.

Nagi took his advice and approached you during those rare moments when you were having difficulty defeating a boss. You were incredibly concentrated on your phone screen, with your brows furrowed and teeth subtly biting your lower lip. It was an unusual sight to see that he finally felt the need to step in.

"Use that spell and use that attack at the same time, he'll be much easier to defeat", he says, earning a startled reaction from you as the silver-haired boy seemed to appear out of nowhere. Yet, you do as he says and end up finishing off the boss with ease.

You say your thanks, introduce yourselves, and segway into talking more about the game (and also exchange player ID's). The two of you began talking to each other more often.

This would be the beginning of Reo's 'dislike' for you.

Reo's irritation would increase when Nagi noticeably had you on his mind constantly.

Even with Reo next to him, Nagi's mind would still wander off to you. “I wonder if she’s online…”, he'd mutter and frequently check his phone, hoping that your active status would be green. The fact that Nagi would check nearly every 2 minutes particularly pissed him off.

In class, Nagi would come over to your desk, pull up a chair, whip his phone out, and you two would play the video game together. Poor Reo would be off to the side, sulking while his eyes were drilling holes into you. He'd be muttering to himself.

So what if you liked the same game as Nagi? What made you so special? Was it the way you'd sweetly smile at him whenever you saw him coming? Or was it the way your eyes lit up whenever he gave you a helpful tip to win? And that soft laugh whenever you thought he was being a bit silly. How annoying… Your blatant 'flirting' was irritating the hell out of him.

Reo was cut off from his thoughts when you suddenly called his name, beckoning him to come over with that same sweet smile of yours. And for a reason he couldn't comprehend, it made his heart beat a little bit quicker. What did you possibly want from him? He swallowed thickly as he approached you two. Turns out you wanted to learn how he and Nagi got into soccer as you noticed them practicing on the field after school.

'Is this your attempt to be nice? How dare you try to act so considerate when you're the root of the problem. I don't need your pity', Reo would think. Yet, he found himself answering all of your questions so willingly. Your eyes, brimming with genuine curiosity, were getting to him as he spoke that he ended up inviting you to watch their practice without thinking. Of course, you said yes.

Before he could come up with something to change your mind, the teacher came in and began class. He mentally punched himself. What was he doing? You were the enemy and he invited you to spend more time with them. But those eyes– It was those bright eyes that gazed at him while he spoke of his passions that got him carried away. He wanted more of it. You found his weak spot and he hated it.

And so you'd show up to their practices to watch them play. The moment both boys saw your figure waving at them, they'd instinctively try to show off. For Nagi, he hadn't realized it himself until he thought it odd that he wanted to put in a little more effort that day. (but that was just the effect you had on him). And for Reo, well, he just reasoned that if anyone at all was watching him, there's no doubt he'd want to look great.

But halfway through practice, he questioned himself. What was the use? You were looking at Nagi most of the time and not him anyway.

You had gained more of their affection when you brought them their favorite drinks and snacks once practice was over. Nagi would definitely eat most of the snacks you brought while you and Reo had to scold him to not eat either of yours. A muffled, "Thanks for the snacks, y/n" would come out of Nagi's mouth, now full of chips, and Reo would mutter a small "...thanks" (If you tell him to speak up or that you couldn't hear him, you'd get a rise out of him for sure, hehe)

And this would sorta be your routine with them. You would watch and wait for them to be done with practice and you three would hang out together afterwards.

Rather, in Reo's pov, it was more like you and Nagi hanging out while he was basically just third-wheeling, no matter how much you attempted to include him in your conversations with Nagi.

The interactions you two had were just different. The looks, smiles, and light touches that you'd give to Nagi weren’t the same ones you'd give to him. It was frustrating that what he wanted was right there but he could never have it.

And so maybe he could finally admit to himself that he's just jealous– Jealous that you were stealing both his best friend and his heart.

[saffron0v0]

Please get well soon Kim 🫂 Here, have an Edgar Allan Poe. (He's probably my highest kin so far)

[f3l1c1af0x]

inroducing...

MEEE! well not me actually but I want a persona for when I draw me but I want to keep my actual looks and idenity secret because I don't want people to know what I actually look like. ^^

so grey skin, and hair that doesn't look like my actual hair and yes the blush is apart of my skin in this (I don't have it irl ofc) but I think its cute based off my chaos corner I drew in @littlesillyclown (tagging you because yes and because...dunno cause yes) whiteboard yeah enjoy oh and also I have floffy hair. and I can fit a hammer in it (for no reason...no reason at all)

[amarioe]

The Ninja(-Lloyd, sorry :[ ) as skykids from Sky:Children Of The Light!

I haven't played the game in a good bit due to storage issues, but i dug this up from my gallery and thought it would be fun to post! The backrounds are where they would live/their favourite places to be

Link to the picrew used here

[bluegekk0]

So I am unsure if I am blind, or if you simply mentioned it only in passing but what exactly is the Grimmkin incident? I know it's that a Grimmkin tried to kill fpk, but is there more to the story?

Hi, yes, I haven't mentioned it too many times, so it's very easy to miss it (though I included it in the AU summary post). But I can describe it again, no problem.

For some background. Grimm and his troupe used to travel between rituals a lot, they didn't stay in one place for too long, and during those travels they would perform their show, take part in public events and parties, and just generally enjoy their free time. For a troupe bound by an endless ritual of death and rebirth, it was quite a luxurious life - Grimm treated his troupe very well, he allowed them a lot of freedom and was more than happy to attend all those events himself.

But then FPK returned, and Grimm decided to settle down in Dirtmouth. This was something he hasn't done before, there was no single place where the troupe would stay between rituals. And with this new situation, there was another big shift - they still performed in other lands, but they would return to Dirtmouth soon after, giving them no time to enjoy themselves.

Some of the Grimmkin got used to it, some kept their frustration to themselves, but one of them has had enough of this boring life. They felt it was unfair to them and that they deserved better than what Grimm forced them into. So they decided that to get Grimm to leave, they had to get rid of FPK, since he was the one keeping their master glued to this old town. They waited until Grimm was away in the city, and decided to sneak into Grimm's tent, where FPK would often spend time waiting for Grimm to come back. It was clear that their plan was not well thought out, for one, they used a knife, thinking it would be the quietest option. This backfired, they managed to stab FPK, but they missed any vital organs, and instead of killing him swiftly they caused a big mess that quickly caught Brumm's attention. Then chaos ensued, FPK was wiggling on the floor crying in pain and clearly needed help right away, but the Grimmkin behind it still needed to be caught. Brumm managed to trap them and called for the rest of the troupe to hold them in place, before picking FPK up and taking him back home, so that his wound could be treated.

Luckily, Iselda saw him running through the town with FPK in his arms, and decided to help, which Hornet was more than thankful for since the sight of her father covered in blood and whining in pain was a lot for her to handle. Not long after, Grimm returned from the city, and could sniff the blood right away. Fearing the worst, he followed the blood trail leading to the house, but thankfully FPK's wound was already treated by that point and he was in stable condition. He spent some time next to him, angry at himself for letting this happen, and then redirected that rage towards the one who did it.

He returned to the troupe, looking for the Grimmkin who dared to hurt his beloved, and quickly dealt with them in front of the rest of the troupe. He didn't hold back, the troupe has never seen him this angry, but it was a good lesson not to ever mess with his family. After Grimm calmed down, he quickly returned home, leaving the Grimmkin to clean up the mess that was once one of their colleagues.

He spent day and night by FPK's bed, watching over him and making sure he's recovering safely. He visited Jiji to get medicine that would ease FPK's pain, prepared food for him to eat, and stayed close to him to make him feel safe. But his physical body was already breaking down at that point, Hornet couldn't endure watching him decay in front of her so she urged him to leave for a ritual, which he reluctantly did after he made sure FPK was safe.

Afterwards, things have slowly returned to normal, though it was clear that the event shook everyone involved. Grimm realized that he has in fact been mistreating the troupe, so he figured out a compromise that he then presented to the troupe - they were allowed to travel under the watch of someone Grimm entrusted, but had to return periodically so that their connection to The Nightmare King would not weaken. This gave them an opportunity to enjoy their old life again, while also allowing Grimm to stay with his family for as long as he wanted (though over time he started to join the troupe more often, both to wind down as well as to visit different markets and shops in other kingdoms).

FPK was quite shocked afterwards, suffering from intense trust issues for many months following the event, and to this day he's afraid of being left alone in the troupe tents for a long time. Luckily, Grimm has moved into their house not long after, so they could spend time together in a place where he felt safe. The knife wound wasn't deep, so it healed relatively quickly and didn't leave a visible scar. He was incredibly thankful to Iselda and Brumm for saving his life, and he became good friends with the former, and friends with the latter.

Holly would not stop following FPK around everywhere for a long time after the incident, and only stopped after he reassured them that it wasn't necessary. Lewk wasn't born yet at the time, so he only learned about the event long after it happened. Hornet realized that if her father died right there, she would never have a chance to show him that she does actually care about him (as up until that point she was still quite mean towards him), so she started put more effort into making it obvious that she's not indifferent to him or the rest of the family.

The whole event happened quite early in the timeline, not too long after FPK and Grimm's reunion, and these days, it's only rarely mentioned among the family or Dirtmouth as a whole. The Grimmkin have never betrayed Grimm again after that, and with his compromise they have no more reasons to complain. It certainly brought everyone together, but they were able to recover. Well, mostly. They still occasionally get nightmares that remind each of them about that day, and Grimm still can't forgive himself for letting it happen, even if FPK keeps telling him that it wasn't his fault.

[artist-issues]

i TOTALLY agree with you about media that tells a story should have some sort of moral/meaning, because besides the fact that the point of media has always been to teach, it just adds so much richness and depth to a story that would be lost without it, itd just be a jello skeleton.

i was wondering however what you think of things like comedy though, where the purpose is to make you laugh and kinda be in the moment. with some comedy movies, they are comedies but often do have a moral/overall theme, right? so Im not really counting those.

but what about clean stand-up comedy? I mean, its not as much a form of 'high media' as a book or film, but I think it does have a time and place in your life so you can relax and laugh. what do you think of more causal entertainment like that, where it isn't trying to teach a lesson per say, but it still is having you laugh and entertaining you, which does serve a good purpose, I think. what are your thoughts?

I don't know, I've never thought about stand-up comedy as storytelling. Maybe it is, I'd have to think it through. I don't think comedic movies always fail at directing you back to good, beautiful, true things. Sometimes "we are ridiculous" is a true thing you need to be reminded of, right?

[loveologystudies]

thinking about isat flight rising au.......

[popcornkwantum]

I've been working on multiple illustrations about Nicky going through a demon puberty kind of thing and it just got COMFIRMED that's demon puberties are CANON WITHIN THE DNDADS UNIVERSE. I'm so happy that my unposted fanart makes a little more sense now

[suspensefulpen]

Head Trauma

TW: Blood, Death, Injuries, Amnesia

“—pee!” 

Who’s calling me? 

“Whumpee!” 

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open. The sound of metal clanking against itself faded into their ears, making them flinch. They glanced around before attempting to lift themself up. They saw two people dodging each other's attacks. They were armed with swords, swinging them at each other with no hesitation. They watched as one of the swords went through one of the fighters’ chests before they were pushed to the ground. Horror instantly rushed over Whumpee. 

When the killer made eye contact with them, they immediately began backing away as quickly as they could. “Whumpee!” 

They know my name?! Are they gonna kill me next?! Whumpee tried their best to force themself up and run. But the pain in their head wouldn’t allow them to get very far. Falling back to the ground, they tried their best to cease the discomfort and crawl away. They found they weren’t moving fast enough when a face appeared next to them. 

“Whumpee, it’s okay. You don’t have to run anymore.” 

Screaming, Whumpee attempted to shield themself from the murderer. “Please! Don’t hurt me! I don’t want to die, please!” Tears streamed down their face as they were given a look of pure hurt. 

“Whumpee, it’s me, Leader. Are you alright? You’re bleeding terribly–” 

“Help! Help me!” Whumpee cried as loud as they could. 

Taken aback, Leader stepped away. “Whumpee, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“How do I know that?! Who are you?!” 

The look of hurt was instantly replaced with a look of shock. Leader glanced around. Whumpee followed his gaze and spotted someone nearby. Their heart stopped when he called them over. They tried to run away again only to fall and make their pain worse. 

“Whumpee! Whumpee, stop! You’re already hurt enough! Don’t make it worse!” Medic warned as he rushed over to the scene. 

“How do you know my name?!” 

He paused, the same shock washed over him that washed over Leader. Medic looked up at him, silently asking if he heard correctly. He turned back to Whumpee, cautiously coming closer. “I’m going to help you, okay? You’re hurt really badly and I don’t want you to get worse, alright? I’m Medic.” 

Whumpee hesitated, looking between the two standing over them. They nodded, forcing their focus on Medic. “Okay…” 

When Medic helped Whumpee up, they glanced over at Leader who was standing off to the side. “Who is he?” 

“That’s Leader.” 

“He’s coming with us?” Whumpee asked anxiously. 

“Of course. He is our captain.” 

“But he’s a murderer! He just killed someone!” 

Medic glanced over his shoulder at the guilty look on Leader’s face. From that alone, they knew Whumpee’s recovery was probably going to be a long one.

[jujutsustraycats]

See this head pat?

This could be us if you help me gang up against you know who. :3

Just saying ~

GEHHHH YOU'RE TEMPTING ME SO MUCH

[mikomiproblemateke]

TW: CANNIBALISM

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The forbidden fruit is said to be sweet, but only for people. For holy beings like the archangels, the forbidden fruit is more poisonous and dangerous than fire, capable at best of burning wings or driving someone crazy.

After a certain tempting serpent got into the garden of Eden, feeding the forbidden fruit to Adam and Eve, all the archangels began to be wary not only of what surrounds them, but also of each other. Not to say that there was some kind of split in their team, but as if they were not telling themselves something, and this is already felt most strongly.

"Mr. Death!" Luke's playful nicknames somehow helped to cope with the situation. "Let me treat you to these fruits."

Morningstar passes over some juicy pale red apples. They look so appetizing that even Samael had a certain feeling of hunger. The temptation was enormous, to which Volkov, to his own regret, succumbed. Although he was young, by the standards of the archangels, he should have had some kind of willpower, as he himself believed.

Luke hurriedly left, not wanting to interfere with his friend, and Samael just twirls the apple in his hands. He decided to try it, why not?

The taste of the fruit was so sweet that I didn't want anything else. It is impossible to achieve such a taste on your own – the hand of God is clearly attached to this. And only one fruit had such a taste...

The forbidden fruit had already penetrated the archangel's body, was already poisoning his mind, was already beginning to beckon with more cruel, perverted temptations. Everything seemed so pleasant and inviting that Samael himself did not notice how he had killed one of the reapers in his office.

The wings were stiff and the feathers only got stuck in the teeth. Definitely not the best part of their body, unlike their warm flesh, which only grew colder in his hands over time. Skin, veins, blood... It's so delicious that it's impossible to break away. And even when the young reaper's body did not leave any tasty parts behind, Samael began to eat the remains of his darling. Ah, their soul... The Reaper got caught with a delicious soul that gave Volkov strength. He felt something pleasant pass through his body, but it was so little. One soul is not enough. He need more, more, more! Oh, he started to go crazy, but how fucking good it is!

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"Killing about a hundred of your own reapers, Samael..." there is disappointment and hopelessness in Uriel's once neutral voice. He expected from anyone, but not from Volkov. "Do you have any excuses?"

No, there are none. He succumbed to the influence, which caused him to lose control of both himself and his powers. With just a glance, he could kill all the angels present, so he has a bandage on his face and shackles on his hands.

"It was good for me." he answers with a smile. He didn't seem to care how many mournful, judgmental, and anxious looks were on him. He felt good at that moment. He wasn't going to give up on the pleasure.

There was silence. Cassiel doesn't know where to put herself, Gabriel is afraid, Michael is desperate, and only Luke remained neutral. Suddenly Uriel breaks the silence:

"Samael Volkov, the former archangel of death and the commander of reapers, is guilty. As punishment for your crimes, you will be banished to hell with your wings torn out. The trial is over.

After that, Uriel is removed. No one else saw him. And Samael was taken out, and then the wings were really torn out. This is a really terrible fate for an archangel, literally one of the most painful things he can experience.

Before he was exiled, he muttered.

"I'll be back for you two."

After these words, even Luke felt uneasy. Even if Samael was exiled, his words against him can be convincing at least for Cassiel, and she, in turn, is not someone who is easily befuddled even by love and sweet nothings.

It's only a matter of time before the true culprit of the forbidden fruit case reveals their face.

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