#NO IDEAAAAAA

[fluffypotatey]

everyday since Aug. 30th i say, “i’ll just listen to Legendary because i would rather not get stabbed from God Games”

………..AND YET

[cthaehart]

He’s very sorry Gerri

[shimmershy]

*You see me holding my brain in a death grip* LET ME DRAW UNDERTAAAAALEEEEE

[loupy-mongoose]

Imagine if Jamie finds a pokemon egg in the wild and when she takes it and brings it home it turns out to be a baby Scyther and she just runs from it screaming while the Scyther just follows her around thinking thats her mom 😅

I saw the comment.

I may just have to yoink that, thank you very much.

[piiinkfreak]

what can i say?? I like playing dress up with her...

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[endwersed]

man I really wanna write some Sterek high school AU PWP

[gobald]

Guys guys guyyyyys it's here!!!! I finally have this beauty in my power. I'm so excited >_<

Can't wait to get home and see the art of this amazing game

[miyku]

[raineandsky]

this is the secret santa gift for @laffy-taffy-creations!

their prompt: "Hero that is a living weapon and past experiment, they run into Supervillain who taunts them calling them by their experiment name and Hero fighting to stay in control of their emotions so they don't accidentally cause any sort of diaster. Bonus points if there's someone (you pick) hiding in the shadows, eavesdropping, that part is optional though."

this was super fun, hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!!

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The hero’s hands had shook when the superhero announced their next assignment. When he’d placed a slim file in their hands, like they didn’t know the exact ins and outs of the place he was sending them to. There was a map on the front page that they didn't need.

The hero’s hands had shook as they meticulously unscrewed the little vent to shuffle their way inside. They’d been violated by the familiar stench of burning skin and cleaning chemicals, the sound of clanking metal and far-off, shrieking voices grating in their ears. Primal instinct had momentarily elbowed in front of duty, and they’d been halfway to abandoning the mission before remembering why they were here.

Let’s eradicate them. A small handwritten note left in the back of the hero’s file, as much of a kindness as an explicit push towards the superhero’s true goal. I think it’s what you deserve as much as they do.

The hero’s hands are shaking now, buried in the supervillain’s desk, as the office door clunks unlocked.

No one else but the supervillain could come in here really—the hero knows this—but their heart still sinks to see that it isn’t anyone else.

The supervillain pauses on the threshold, clearly reining in any blatant surprise before he speaks. He was always good at that—the only emotions he ever let them see was the disappointment of what they’d done wrong, or nothing at all.

“Q-5,” he says after a long moment, and the hero’s hands scrunch on paper at the name. “It is a delight to see you return to us.”

“That’s not my name,” the hero spits. Their voice trembles traitorously. “It’s [Hero] now.”

“Don’t be absurd.” The supervillain hums a laugh as he carefully closes the door behind him, like this is nothing more than a business meeting. “You are Q-5. No one gets to name you but me. You know this well, I’m sure.”

The hero does know this well. Any attempt of individuality here was met with an iron fist, quite literally. The relief of getting a name—a real, actual name—had been one of the biggest victories in their escape from this hell.

Hearing that so-called name again, that jumble of characters that mean nothing, that make them nothing, it’s– it’s—

The hero sucks down a long breath as the ceiling sprinkles dust over the room. Something deep in the building groans as if the hero’s tidal wave of emotion is boring it.

The supervillain’s gaze tilts to the shuddering pipes along the walls. Unbothered, vaguely amused.

“Q-5.” The supervillain’s voice is deceptively soft. It’s the tone of someone the hero’s about to want to be very far away from. They feel like a child again, an experiment slightly off canter, caught with their hand in the biscuit tin reserved for the scientists. “I see the power I gave you is strengthening.”

The supervillain takes a step closer and the hero takes one back without thinking. Their wrists bash painfully against the drawer in their haste.

Power. That’s all it is with the supervillain. Power, strength, violence. How can we make you better when you were such a mistake? How can I make you into who I intended? You came out wrong, but I can’t let another failure go to waste. How do I give you true power? Power. Power power power power power power—

A crack snaps its way into the floor underneath the supervillain. The hero heaves another unwilling breath. Control is difficult when their destruction is ruled by the lawless waves of emotion.

“I came here,” the hero says slowly, “to stop you.”

They grit their teeth, as if that will quell the quaking tightness in their chest. It doesn’t, not really, but at least the building stops shaking. The supervillain admires the gash underfoot like it’s a piece of art and not a consequence of what he created.

“I would love to see you try.” The supervillain smiles, the expression calculated. “Take whatever you’ve found. I’m sure it’ll be useful for your little mission.”

The hero falters, their gaze drawn to their hands. They didn’t realise that they’d held onto some of the papers in their rush to put space between them. The supervillain steps to the side to give the hero a straight escape to the door.

He’s letting them leave. It’s a trick. It’s a test. Will you try to get away from something that will never leave you no matter how far you run? Or will you accept that you belong here, as nothing more than a half-failed experiment and a muddle of uncontrollable feelings?

The hero takes a step towards the door. The supervillain doesn’t move. They take another. Another. Another.

The supervillain practically smirks when the hero gets to the door, like this is exactly what he planned. “Don’t think your departure now means you’re escaping, Q-5,” he says lightly. “I know you’ll be back. You cannot truly run from this place. From me.”

The building rumbles underfoot. Shouts rise distantly. The hero forces themself to stare him in the face as they forcibly stamp their flare of hatred down. Then they swing the door open to make their escape.

Someone stumbles into the office as the door she was leaning against abandons her. She quickly rights herself with an awkward clearing of her throat. 

“I was trying to find the source of the disturbances,” she explains hurriedly. “It seemed the worst of the earthquake was coming from here.”

The hero recognises her. A villain. Bright, eager, forever in the supervillain’s shadow. She probably thinks she’s safely detached from the supervillain’s insane experiments. The hero thought that too, once. It was only when he ran out of test subjects that he turned his interest to them.

The hero pushes past her before they can see any more of their lost self in her. The building rumbles in agreement as they mindlessly break for the exit. 

-

“This will be vitally useful, [Hero],” the superhero says with a smile when they lay the crumpled papers on his desk, “you’ve brought us a step closer to ending [Supervillain]’s reign. Thank you.”

The hero is just glad it’s over. 

But when the superhero approaches a week later, a file in his hand and a grim look on his face, the hero finds the floors shaking with revulsion under their feet.

[holyguardian]

In FFXIV, if you sell something for 1 gil less than me I assume we're flirting with each other while we keep going 1 lower like teehee stop, no you stop, but if you sell something for 10,000+ gil less I assume we're at war and there will be no winners in the bloodshed that follows.

[bubbleblowinggirl]

I hope you make it out alive dealing with me 😭😩

[travisdermotts]

saw someone comment under a post about taylor swift's album saying that football and poetry are hard to combine and this was the best she could have done

i need to introduce them to the world of sports web weaving...

[scrimmiestbingus]

So we have Kaisarion about Hypatia, Elizabeth about Elizabeth Bathory.

Where's my third song to round out the trilogy of women screwed over by men called Lilith where the ghoulettes' voices each represent one of the three.

[adornedwithlight]

I was so heartbroken when I came back to tumblr after a short break to see that your old graphics blog was deactivated.

I am crying tears of joy 'cause I just stumbled upon you here while searching for purple dividers. The whole time, I was looking like 👀🧐 this style...I know it...

And it is you!!! You are my go to for all my fic graphics and it is really good to see you again. I have missed you deeply 😭😭

Hello my sweet bean and I'm so sorry for making you worry 🥹🫶 I'm here now and I'm doing alrighty

Do you even know how unbelievably happy it makes me that I'm recognizable by style??? 😭 literally shedding a few tears over here

Smooching you so hard with consent and handing you freshly baked cookies!

[mountain-dew-tickledpink]

girls when it’s time to revolutionize the world or something

this is just a lil sketch and stuff I might color it later

[butcherb1rd]

bro i’ve been playing skyrim (yippee) for only 8 hours and my character is already a vampire. what the fuck. i didn’t know there was a 3 day window to heal it 😭