#I'm desperate to talk about him

[unmotivatedartistry]

Smile :) Or don't. That's ok <3

anyways the Narrator but doodle. I'm not dead. yet.

[deliciousnecks]

WWDITS;; 5.02

[r-aindr0p]

oh oh since you like priests, have you seen sunday from honkai star rail? he's like a fucked up angel bird priest who ppl repent their sins to, i think you'd like him! (his sister is v v cute too)

Him ??? Yea I really like him and his sister's design !! I do play the game (when I take the time to bc I have many gachas on my phone so it's hard to get organized :") ) Has his banner been up yet ?? I hope not I'll try to get rolls in stock for him afehdzj I love angel and/or priest-coded character so much eee

[flowerakatsuka]

smoke break & a familiar customer

more fanart of @brofightiscancelled & @awittlebabbyboy's postgrad plan au! no matter what, i'll always be obsessed with kara and had to draw his au design. he's so cutes and weighed down by so much regret, i'm absolutely captivated by him.

also, since a certain someone rides a moped, i hope it's alright if they stop by his mechanic shop. 👉👈

[humlase]

Neil's mother may have been abusive, but that doesn't stop him from missing his mom and Abby is right there to pick up the pieces.

Or in other words, Abby gives great mom hugs.

[blocksruinedme]

The Third Traffic SMP Jimmy Slash Prediction Poll!!!

(Note: In the previous polls I don't think I filtered the fic numbers, but I don't remember.)

Martyn obviously married Jimmy last time, so he's out. I eliminated Scar and Skizz this time based on “have more than ten full length fics mostly about their ship”. Which, y’all called, they were the top three for winner for the Secret Life poll!

How the fellas performed on ao3 after the Secret Life poll last year:

Absolute Winner: Martyn

A-tier: Scar and Skizz (I will be haunted by the "Pretty Woman" rp for the rest of my life)

B-tier: Impulse

C-tier: Etho, Ren, Mumbo, BigB

F-tier: Bdubs

And heading back to the Limited Life poll:

(in case you haven't heard, either Gem Impulse Grian and Jimmy are hinting the next season is recording next week, or they are sadists, and not in a fun way.)

Reminder: Jimmy gets gay married in odd numbered seasons and is in a gang of schoolyard hooligans in even seasons!

[mumbledramblings]

apparently moze is just hanging out invisible on the skysplitter

also this might be a bit of a leap but it's entirely possible he doesn't know what a cycrane is

[chloecherrysip]

We're going to save your brother.

[tin-can-iron-man]

I'm just gonna say it again real quick:

Yes!! Iron Man is a tragedy! It has and always has been since the very first appearance in 1963 which describes itself, Tony's life, and legacy, as such.

Tony causes most of his issues himself, he is his biggest villain, a majority of his rogues gallery are caricatures of the worst versions of himself brought to life (when they're not just being racist cuz...60s...). The worst thing about being Tony Stark is that he can't stop being Tony Stark (he tried!!) That is the point.

The majority of pain Tony goes through, is pain he inflicts on himself, whether intentionally or inadvertently. That is the point.

He is not A villain (at least. Not usually. There are...some rough moments and arcs that are. Not great. As there is with any character as old as he is). But he is his own main antagonist.

[soyochii]

Baldur's Gate 3 targets the mentally ill. (I am the mentally ill)

[sincapjelly]

Uhm so... I have something to say about Lilly... (and Vengestone.)

Don't you guys also find Lilly incredibly interesting?? I can't be the only one?? I mean, so much happened in her short life, and there are so much I still want to know. Everything we know about her just intrigue my interest more. Especially after seeing she not only has a shrine in Shintaro, but also the City of Temples. I mean, what are the odds? It makes me wonder why would Temple City keep her stuff and not only that but have her statue? And how, despite being so legendary, people know very little of her?

Ok so. I might be delulu here, but what if, the reason Temple City, and maybe some other sacred place kept track of her, is because her story was erased from the history for some reason. No one tells her story out loud, so places like Temple City kept evidence of her story and her stuff. Maybe she did something she shouldn't have, maybe used some forbidden magic, maybe she knew some stuff and they feared she would share it so they kept her silent and erased all her story from the history?

My take on this story, is that she used Vengestone. I know it sounds so "the hell?" but hear me out on this. A lot of people here talked about her statue in Shintaro and mentioned the possibility of her merging with her element. But my take is her statue looked like that because she was able to use Vengestone, or at least resist the stone's magic and used her earth powers regardless.

I can see her being confused about why a stone, which is a part of her powers technically, would make her unable to use her magic. And talking to other EMs, she realises the effects of the stone is indeed different on her. While other EMs feel their connection to their element is cut, Lilly still can feel the stone. She can feel how Vengestone effects her, but from what she knows from other EMs she was supposed to feel nothing. This makes her curious and she starts to think she can master the stone and resist. She tells some EMs about it but seeing how they react, she decides not to tell Wu, thinking he will forbid her from experimenting and even worse, forbid her being near the stone.

Eventually, she starts to secretly try to control the stone, or use her powers around it. She only goes a tiny further with these practises. But when she visits Shintaro, being surrounded by the stone inside the mountain, she faces a great challange and finds herself succeeding in resisting the stone. Though this proves to be very painful. Glowy scars, just like Vengestone cracks, appear on her arms, hands and neck using the ability. Though they disappear shortly.

She doesn't tell anyone other than Lou, who realises it's dangerous but trusts her when she says we will never do it again. After that, she keeps it secret for a while. Until... she can't. During one fight, she uses this ability again, this time in longer amount of time and stronger. With everyone, the EMs, and civilians watching. After that she starts feeling overcharged and stays still on her knees trying to regain consciousness. Using this magic causes the same scars again, but this time even after healing faint "cracks" are visible on her arms and neck, making her unable to lie or keep it secret.

This is the time Wu learns about everything. He knows Vengestone acts different on earth elementals, that's why he never told her nor any other before her. Because in the past it did not do any good on the user of the magic.

Aftermath of everything, Lilly quickly recovers, though again, scars visible. But a council gathers, and they should punish her for her actions, for using forbidden spells (because you know, her doing it recently makes it harder to keep secret, endangering the next generations because it paves the way?), so they punish her with her existence in the history. It's hard to find anytging about the time she was a ninja, because they hid her from stories.

This drives Lilly angry, she drifts apart from Wu's alliance because she is hurt by his lack of support during this whole time. And she thinks keeping such secrets is doing more harm than good, because hiding the forbidden Vengestone abilities did not protect Lilly from using the magic, in fact, it only made her still use it but with no knowledge, thus no precaution.

After this, Lilly starts going on missions by herself, being her own solo thing. Which is why, in canon, she still went on missions after Cole was born and she lost her powers. She took orders from only herself, so she did what she wanted.

I don't know if this was a contributor to her death, I'd assume she carried some inherited illness that only started showing once she lost her powers and no longer had a super healing, but I'd also say using such magic many times did tire her body greatly.

Oh and, about how she used her powers with Vengestone. I don't know if I am able to explain this correctly, but it's like... the stone allowed her to use her magic, it's like she made a connection with it. I wouldn't say it's like merging with it, not like how Nya did it, but you could say there was some merging in terms her magic, like the stone sharing it's with her. Which is how she became mostly immune, mastering her abilities around the stone.

On the other side of the story, there is Lou, who I need to mention. Because whatever happened, he knows EVERYTHING. And that's canon. Because he met Lilly before she even unlocked her true potential. He was there in every step she took. He knows every single one of her adventures and everything.

When this whole Vengestone incident happened, he was also deeply angry at the reaction everyone had, and he believed it was terrible to just erase her from the history just because she wanted to save people. He wanted to do something but... well, what you can do in this situation, even Lilly couldn't stop it as a part of the Elemental Alliance. He could only watch it unfold, and it was eating him inside.

After everything, he lost his own trust in Wu, getting sick of his secrets and being heartbroken at the reaction, or lack of reaction let's say. Which... is actually the real reason he tried to stop Cole from being a ninja. It was to prevent Cole from becoming one of Wu's ninja.

Because, I know this might as well be a plot hole, but if you watch S1, in ep2 Lou sends a letter to the Monastary, despite Cole claiming he lied to his father and never told him where he actually is. This just proves Lou knows more than we think he does, he knows the Monastary because Lilly have been there too. He knows Wu, he most likely knows the parents of the ninja too. He knows so much, which he briefly shows in Quest for the Lost Powers as well.

I swear y'all always mischaracterize Lou, making him the bad guy and making him a terrible person. Which is sooo wrong, if you look just a little closer to the story you'll actually see it. And we might think he knows very little, but I think he is just really good at playing oblivious.

OKAY that was a long run. I hope I made sense, English isn't my first language lol. I just have this idea in my head, which I'd actually love to write as a fic. There are a lot of aspects to Lilly's story that are canon, or most likely canon, that makes me get so interested in exploring her story. Like how her father was on Chen's side, willingly or not, and how this canonically labeled him a traitor (As Garmadon says in Garmadon #1 or 2), and I wonder how this effected Lilly. In that one canon Ninjago magazine issue, I believe called Mother Earth, we can see a little inside to Lilly's personality which is a plot twist in itself as she is no saint as many people tend to think. She is not just a nice persona, she is actually a lot meaner and daring, like think of it as Cole's playful bullying. She has that to her.

Okay, now I'll shut up about her, FOR NOW. I hope this reaches to people who are interested in Lilly's story as much as I am lol.

[numbuh424]

(trying to make DN fandom friends on FB)

me: hello

(several 'near is a bad copy of L / should've lost to light / an ipad kid / actually a child' posts appear in a row)

me: ah! nevermind actually

[luxurysystems]

Too 🌟stupid🌟 to be his partner.

[ontosgold]

Honestly Ryomina makes me fucking insane like everytime i think about them i start to combust and fly around like a rocket

Just .. Them being together ever since Minato was ten, i imagine them as childhood friends of sorts, but in a extremely gut wrenching way, Ryoji learned everything through the eyes of Minato, and even when there was nothing but sadness in Minato's life, im sure Ryoji just saw all that with so much wonder

and i imagine Ryoji not understanding everything in his surroundings, but everytime Minato feels bad, he himself feels as if his entire being is set on fire

SO IMAGINE, Minato crying on the floor, back on the wall, hes just a little child with so much sadness within himself for whatever reason, and he just hears a voice that seems like his own, but also completely different "I'm with you, it's okay." and he doesn't understand, but he knows it's true, the only person who's with him through it all is himself, and for some reason, he feels it really is okay.

YEAH ME TOO ANON ME TOO 🤝🤝 YOU UNDERSTAND YOU GET ME if i think about them too hard i feel like I'm gonna explode. I'm internally bouncing around the walls.

ALSO OUUUGGGH WHY DID U HAVE TO COME INTO MY INBOX WITH THIS :(( <- /POS ryoji feeling everything minato's feeling with so much intensity... (bcs he's never experienced anything like emotions before) AUGH... I love them being unaware childhood friends, but also something so much more intimate than just childhood friends soso much, I'm nodding. you get it anon. ough. (also I'm not gonna get the image of little mina being comforted by ryoji out of my brain orz) The strange familiarity when ryoji and minato "meet" and the inescapable feeling that they've known eachother their entire lives and they know eachother like they know themselves. yeah.

I adore the idea death being minato's only comfort throughout those 10 years... death took so much and yet it was the only sort of companion mina had. death was right there with him for every dark hour he had to experience alone for those 10 years of his life...

thank u sm for the ask anon ^_^ I'm gonna spend the entire day brainrotting about this 👍

[kangaracha]

daffodil + chan

a song

the prompt: daffodil (a god bows before a mortal)

read it on ao3

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"You have no power over me."

running through his hands like water, and suddenly the earth is not his to control. The skies do not turn with the twist of his head, lightning does not fork in the air when his eyes, dark as night and yet still lit by some unearthly light, fall upon you, his mouth wide as if to gasp for a breath he cannot take-

And yet, still, it shivers down your spine; the magic that draws you here even as you rip it apart, the prize of your conquest to rip the world into two.

"Take it back," he hisses through his teeth, the ground trembling with every syllable that slides down his tongue. You watch his mouth as it forms the words, the flash of teeth behind thin lips reminding you of the way that the swordsman you'd fought through to get here had smiled at you - the last of his seven challenges, the last of his demons, or angels, or citizens of the sprawling, damned city he claimed as his kingdom.

And here you stood, at the pinnacle of the eighth, and stared him in the eye without cringing away because now you knew the truth. Now you knew that what he whispered in the dark was a lie and what you saw with your eyes wasn't always true, and though he may be a god and a king amongst beings that you could never hope to rival, a god can only hold as much power as you give him. A god can only claim dominion over a beast that bowed to his dogma. 

You see now that you are no beast. You are no believer in any lie he utters to the darkness.

"Take it back," he says again, the note of his voice changing. He pleads, his brow furrowing and his shoulders curling in as if waiting for the final blow. "Take it back now, before it's too late."

"I can't," you tell him, and you watch him fall to his knees, and you know that it's wrong and your heart pounds in your chest and it

like the ground does at the impact of his knees, crumbling into the pieces it was in when you first took his hand, alone on the side of the road with only one thing to call your own. And what was that thing, the little warmth you'd held to your chest in the dark and the cold? What had you traded away for the comfort of the house that crumbled around you now? Why had you destroyed him to get it back, where was it now, why did it not appear within his hands at this, the hour of his reckoning?

"Please," he spits into the cold ground, the dirt and the leaves and the curl of ivy that grows up the walls around you, old and ancient and not yet sprouted from its roots all at the same time. His hands curl in the dirt like he can reach down and pull the earth to him, like he can stop the wane of his power if he just tries to hold on a little bit tighter. "I know what you want, and I don't have it. I can't lose-"

Broken, fragile thing. Small god of limited earth, crouched at your feet like he might worship you instead. You'd thought him all-powerful once, and then you'd thought him severe and his servants and beasts and playthings petty, and then you'd thought him

because he'd smiled at you in the garden that bloomed from his own hands when you expressed your desire for a flower to tuck in the braid of your dark hair, and his hand had been soft in yours, and when he looked out across his kingdom and the clamouring faces of the people he'd brought to live there, he'd looked at them the same way that he'd looked at you.

Beneath your foot, the ground cracks, fracturing outwards like a spiderweb. It's your heart, you realise morosely, sinking from your chest and into the depths of the earth, disappearing with whatever he'd taken from you; and it was a wretched thing and it had betrayed you a hundred times over, but you still mourn at the loss of it and all the dreams it had carried with it. It blooms in your flowers in the corners of the room, embeds itself into the land and sings along with the song of his power, a thing you can hear but cannot touch, a beast once born that now does not belong to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his breath like mist in the cold air, and even without your heart, you can't bear to see him so cold.

Your hands reach for him without permission, your body kneeling in the dirt before you can stand your feet firm upon the earth and refuse to move. He flinches away, but your fingers are soft upon his chin and the curve of his jaw, gentle when they brush the soft dip of his neck. "I only wanted to know what it was," you tell him with a voice that cannot hold itself steady. "I thought if you loved me, you would give it back." It's the only voice you have - you are not like him, or like Felix, speaking with many tongues. You don't have any power of your own.

"It's because I love you that I can't give it back." His voice is hoarse, every word a knife that he swallows without ever once flinching. "It's because I love you that I couldn't tell you what it was."

"But didn't I deserve to know?" you question. "Doesn't my life belong to me?"

Finally, his eyes rise, looking up at you with a fire that belies the cold of his skin. "Of course it does," he gasps, and his hand reaches up, dirt-stained fingers dragging at your cheek. "That's why I gave it to you, and I never asked for anything else."

"But you wouldn't give back what you took in the first place."

The sudden violence of his voice crumbles the walls and fractures the sky, the clouds blooming te dark colours of a bruise. The absence of his hand on your cheek stings in the cold; his face turns away, screwed up in regret and a pain he won't allow you to feel. You lurch forward before he can disappear, drawing him into your arms; stiff shoulders, spine of beaten steel, slow beat of a heart you once held in your hands. 

He'd stood so tall and unmoving in the morning light, when you'd first walked down this path, and now in the dark of the setting sun and the ending of the earth, his weight slumps into your grasp, his resolve melting into the warmth of your body. "I didn't want you to suffer again," he says to the soft cotton of your shirt and the curve of your collarbone, his breath a whisper against your skin. "I couldn't watch that, when you asked me to make sure it would never happen again."

Surprise comes in the pause of your breath and the still of your arms, the jump of a heart you're not sure you still possess. "I asked you to make me forget?" you question the world behind his back, and into your neck, he sighs.

"You couldn't forget," he murmurs. "She was dead before I found you, and when I took her from your arms - you couldn't forget. There was nothing I could do to fix what had been broken. And then you begged me to let you forget, so I remembered her for you." He pauses, his throat hitching like he's swallowing something down. A sob maybe, or the tears he will never let fall. "I can't give her back though. She's not here anymore."

You push him upright, your hands on his shoulders, his neck, his face. Brushing away the hair that falls in his eyes, wiping at the blood that drips from the cut on his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, because the answer is incomprehensible. "Why did you let me go this far?"

"Because I was scared," he admits, and his teeth clench and his spine stiffens against the urge to hide away from you again. "Because I'm a wretched, evil, stupid thing who thinks they can-"

His words die in your throat; vile, wretched things that you store away to spit out later, into the ground where they belong. He is none of that; he is soft, and hesitant, until your fingers find the sharp curve of his hip and the lines of his back, dragging him closer and his lips open like there is nothing in the world to devour but you and

[shoccolat]

thinking about,, how sega managed to unintentionally make a character that is so Autistic and Gay