#LOVES showing u off!!!

[rayveneyed]

sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.

it’s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks — almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesn’t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: he’s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuck’s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.

between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking it’s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.

the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.

the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar — and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.

you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldn’t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop — expect an album of heartbreak from you, but—

a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly there’s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. it’s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies — yours, suspiciously oversized — one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukuna’s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody else’s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.

neither of you confirm anything, but then — you don’t need to, do you?

[mrmeepsmadmind]

soundwave : OPTIMIS : SPOTTED. HOMEWRECKER ANNIHILATION : IMMINENT. SOUNDWAVE : WILL KILL EVERYONE. WILL KILL. ALL. VENGEANCE: SHALL BE SWIFT.

Shockwave : ...down girl, down .

the rest of the decepticons : 😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

also unrelated but

look at that body . primus.

[wamo]

succumbed to the urges

[zillychu]

Consider this: ghosts are actually exactly what the Fentons think they are.

They're snapshots of a longing so strong, unfinished business so deep it reaches out beyond life. Lingers just a bit longer. And if it happens to meet a dense cloud of ectoplasm (invisible to the naked eye, but omnipresent even in the mortal realm), it coalesces. The ectoplasm fits into the shape of it. Which, when the desire is strong enough, it's got a rough idea of its self-image. This tends to mean a more humanoid figure, though it's more often warped in some way–a self-reflection, skewed by said desire. The warping varies on the dead soul’s perception of themselves, the intensity of their desire, how much time passed after death, and how much ectoplasm was present.

In short… no matter how “normal" a ghost looks or acts, it really, truly isn't human. It's animated ectoplasm with a single goal: an obsession. Nothing else. They're more akin to plants than animals, following a single drive with no emotion. They react to stimuli, recognize threats (including other ghosts), and can even imitate human speech and mannerisms to obtain fulfillment of their obsession.

Not “evil" by any stretch, but they're entirely driven by instinct. A tree doesn't pause to consider the rocks it breaks with its roots. A cordyceps doesn't torture its host for fun, or kill with malice. It just does. It follows code in its DNA to survive and multiply–And ghosts just follow the code in its ectoplasm to fulfill its obsession. The more powerful a ghost, the better it's able to overcome obstacles preventing this–whether through brute force, or manipulation. This power is always directly proportional to the amount of ectoplasm present at the time of formation, and how much time passed since death.

What then, does this mean for Danny? Danny, who's previously come to the conclusion that he's only half-ghost, which surely explains how he retained his mind? His independent thoughts and emotions?

What does this mean for Phantom, who experienced an entire world’s worth of ectoplasm condensed as a singularity, at the exact time of his death? Whose strength only grows and begins to exceed every limit they previously thought possible?

If a ghost was as strong as him… could it mimic a human perfectly? Down to a molecular level?

Could it, in its desire to fill an obsession… trick its own fake mind into thinking it was still human? Or half-ghost?

[linka-from-captain-planet]

something that's very underrated about Neve is that you first meet her while she's smugly preening over the corpses of the Venatori she killed, one of whom she stabbed in the back with her staff

[fridgedeeznuts]

per aspera ad astra

[aptericia]

sacrificial calf

[arcanegifs]

if we got a caitvi kiss in act 1, with jinx telling vi that she hoped they wouldve made whopee before their “final” battle, then yeah i think theyre the gonna fuck in act 3

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

MY ETHAN FIGURE CAME… HE JUST AS MISERAVLE AS I HOPED HE WOULD BE…

bonus photo of what everyone on my twitter is calling his binder

[yarrow-leaf]

A kindling of a swordless bloodshed,

The creaking of a voiceless door —

Another piece inspired by something @mincemeat-the-warforged said that absolutely altered my brain chemistry (the same 1 am conversation that sparked this in fact!)

[sensivs]

thinkin about. . how sukuna loves showing his canines to you, yawning on purpose, snarling for no reason, and biting you in random places r js some ways he likes showing how sharp his canines r

[myokk]

Eloise🥹💓

[robotspock]

what if i ended it all right now.

[yaoigovroom]

handsy..

full here

[dhmis-autism]

a few experimental ducks in dresses originally made to mess with some brushes, then some palettes, then some textures...

do yourself a favor and listen to some caro emerald while you look at these ones lol!

[shizunitis]

whats your favourite Binghe quote from canon?

Assuming we’re talking about Binghe’s dialogue? Either way, it’s this, from my absolute favourite moment in SVSSS:

Other favourites, in no particular order, under the cut. Because of who I am as a person, you can’t ask me for just one quote.

“In a month, I want to watch every step of your fall from grace with my own eyes!”

“Luo Binghe, don’t be rash!” / “Too late!”

“Shizun, look at what l've become. Am I strong enough?”

“Being able to dream is also a wonderful thing.”

“I’m not even allowed to dream?”

“What have you done?” / “You tell me: what have I done?”

“Don’t touch him!”

“What’s lost is lost. I don’t blame you.” / “But that’s all I have now.”

“Ah, the loser I defeated.”

“Yes, I am a mongrel. The entirety of Cang Qiong Mountain was defeated by a mongrel. Glorious, isn’t it? […] Let everyone in all the realms know that Cang Qiong Mountain, the leader of the cultivation world, was slaughtered by a mongrel, powerless to fight back. How about it?"

“You overestimate yourself.”

“So Shizun can, at times, guess what this disciple is thinking as well.”

"You fear becoming a burden to Cang Qiong Mountain, […] but Cang Qiong Mountain fears not your burden." / “How many unbroken bones do you still have?”

“If Shizun sees me as no better than a beast either way, I might as well live up to expectations.”

“Go... Anywhere you want... Just don't stay here!”

"May I ask who's paying? […] It’s me. And I didn’t bring enough money. So, two rooms.”

“I always chased after you, calling 'Shizun, but in fact I was deeply afraid that it was just my one-sided wishful thinking.”

“He can say whatever he likes about me, but not about you!”

“I am a demon, so go ahead and attack me altogether, […] I don't care. But what has my shizun done to be attacked together with me?”

“I also missed you. […] Really, really missed you. There wasn't a single moment when I didn't miss you...”

And, of course:

“I have no father. I only have Shizun.”