#Please... :'(

[gvaine]

3.04 — Gwaine

[rubydubsnuby]

Rewatched dhmis yesterday

[teddybeartoji]

shoko getting all touchy in the mornings... her hands are around your waist as her head rests on your shoulder.... she watches you brush your teeth through the mirror, her fingers slipping under your (her) shirt.... a sleepy smile etches onto her lips, her eyes closing as she hums at you. you're squirming in her hold because her fingers are cold and it tickles and god, she thinks your raspy morning voice is just so fucking hot she doesn't want you to ever shut up<3333

[sentrysapper]

[circusinarun]

Ma big boi!

Mama hen big boi

Small big boi (with potato crisp)

And finally, big boi with 'Pril!

(I finally learned how to draw his snout and head!)

[harlequin-wheels]

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hg please let us give her eyewear

[sushiisiu]

your writing is GOOD

been thinking 'bout scott walking in on wallace and nega scott... the possibilities

thank you so much.. ;;

also lmao i have a doodle of something similar. negascott being scott's repressed feelings for wallace is so good bc then he'd just be expressing that without the inhibitions that scott has. scott comes home and he sees negascott (his negative evil twin!) fully seated on wallace's lap attached to him like a koala while wallace is just trying to read a book or something from behind. he's not even surprised just mildly inconvenienced and confused but hardly questioning it though given what scott deals with regularly

scott tho. he's MAD. he doesn't even know why he's so pissed but hes stomping over like "get off of him!! what the hell!!" like he's jealous of himself for having the gay confidence that he repressed.

anyways what i'm trying to say is that they should tag team wallace just so the jealousy encourages scott to confront his feelings a little more. as if wallace is ever going to pick negascott over him. but hey getting to kiss your roommate situationship's evil monochrome (fanged and red eyed!) doppelganger while he malds over it is pretty fun too

[sonchop]

okay, where the hell is the 5th season of lmk??? just a little more and I will believe that I dreamed the ending of s4

[pia55tri]

carlos making oscar giggle like that... i have dropped to the floor

[gunsatthaphan]

ok but,,, does that mean that Ray actually hugged his therapist at the end or,,,,?

[pubic-smosher]

the ianthomy drought is getting to me so hard. i miss them so much. somebody take me out back please

[froschdoesstuff]

May we receive inkblade headcanons?

Absolutely!! :D this is before the finale part 2 obvs so these might bite me in the ass by oh welll. Most of these are about Oisin.... whoops... but he's still my beloved I have faith (please please please Please)

Despite if Oisin is evil or not (not going into THAT discourse) I like to think that his crush is or at least was genuine on Adaine and was still there, but that Jace decided they could use it to their advantage in the plan (cause Porter wouldn't be able to think of that, he thinks adaine is Baelwyn ffs).

On that I think it formed in a wizardry schools 101 type class in freshman year cause a head canon I have about Oisin is that he is genuinely interested in divination but conjuration was seen as more beneficial for the rat grinders. I think it is a thing where he just saw her as so interesting and knowledgeable but didn't know how to approach her cause let's be honest, killing Doreen on the first day would be scary news to ANY other freshman too.

I think that Oisin is a little bit miffed that Adaine is very good when it comes to knowing what to summon and when, like the mephits in the Last Stand, especially with the rage crystals he currently has, because from an outside perspective things do seem to come easy to Adaine.

IF Oisin is brought back and is purified from the rage (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) I think he would probably apologise so much for the quip before the storm and Dragons and while Adaine will definitely a while to get over it would eventually find it funny. Like yeah, slightly deserved for making fun of a random dead lady...

I have a head canon that they have spoken before and were paired for a group research project in freshman year but Adaine was pretty focused on the mystery so she doesn't remember it. Despite having Tiberia they did get an A on their assignment (not 100% cause its Tiberia.) Oisin still has the paper they wrote saved on his laptop.

That's all I have the now they're not great cause I'm sick af but ya!!! I hold out the slightest bit of hope...

[tragedydenji]

Honestly I'm in awe at how bakugou and izuku look at each other in the last scene of chapter 403. i wonder how izuku felt. I bet he felt surreal. the boy he's loved his whole life is in front of him and looking right at him, actually seeing him for who and what he is.

Now I haven't read past the start of the liberation war arc, but man imagine how izuku FEELS.

bakugou saved his life, apologised to him, calls him by his actual name(among many other things?), and is now looking at him. I have no idea how izuku doesn't combust with the amount of love and admiration he has inside of him. It's all in their eyes.

[zzypher]

nose bump

[kabie-whump]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 2

(finally)

Prompt: Starvation / Thirst / "Please..."

Additional content: vampire whumpee, blood, passing out, Carewhumpee, character death mentions (undead), CPR mention, self harm (sort of)

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Caretaker knocks on Whumpee’s door. They take a short step back while they wait, picking anxiously at their nails. It’s been a week since anyone heard from Whumpee. Caretaker wasn’t too worried at first - Whumpee’s always been a bit of an introvert. But then Whumpee’s mom called Caretaker in tears saying Whumpee had missed their weekly video chat and that is just not normal.

Caretaker waits for a few minutes before knocking again. Then another few minutes. They try calling Whumpee again. Nothing.

Caretaker pockets their phone and raises their hand to pound on the door. Their phone buzzes. It’s a text from Whumpee.

<go away>

Caretaker tries to call them again and it goes straight to voicemail. Growling, they respond in text instead.

<Let me in. I know something’s up. Your mom called me.>

They watch the typing bubble appear, and then disappear, and then appear again.

<please leave>

<Whumpee I will break your door down if you don’t come open it right now.>

<. . . fine.>

There’s soft footsteps. Caretaker takes a step back, prepared for Whumpee to open the door. Then, a crash from inside.

“Whumpee?!”

No answer.

Caretaker rams their shoulder into the door. It only takes two tries for it to slam open, and Caretaker makes a mental note to get stronger screws for the frame because that’s just not safe.

They find Whumpee lying on the ground in the hallway, water and broken glass scattered around them from a vase they’d knocked over on their descent.

Caretaker rushes to their side with a gasp, not caring about the glass. “Whumpee, oh my god!” They take their friend’s face into their shaking hands, pressing two fingers to their throat to check their pulse.

There’s nothing. No pulse.

“No no no no no,” Caretaker sobs. They roll Whumpee onto their back, then get out their phone to call 911 before they start CPR.

A cold hand snatches Caretaker’s wrist, knocking their phone to the ground. Caretaker yelps.

“Don’t.” It’s fragile but it’s definitely Whumpee’s voice. Caretaker’s gaze slowly moves up Whumpee’s body to find their face. Oh god, why are they so pale? They look like a corpse. But their eyes are open and they’re staring straight at Caretaker.

The hand gripping Caretaker’s wrist loosens and then thumps on the floor.

“Holy shit,” Caretaker gasps. “What- You don’t have a pulse!”

“I know,” Whumpee rasps. “Just. Please… Don’t call anyone.”

“You need an ambulance!”

“No. It won’t…” Whumpee trails off, panting weakly. “Won’t help.”

Caretaker scoops them up gently. Their skin is so cold. Holy shit they feel dead.

Whumpee’s head lolls to the side as Caretaker lays them down on the couch. Their throat is caked in dried blood. There’s a clear bite wound in the middle of it.

“Your neck…” Caretaker's eyes go wide. They’ve read enough shitty romance novels to recognize this scenario. But it’s not possible. People don’t become vampires in real life. And this isn’t nearly as sexy. “Oh my god. Whumpee what the fuck?!”

“I… please…” Whumpee sounds absolutely desperate.

“What do you need?” Caretaker is starting to have a suspicion, but they really really want to be wrong.

“I don’t know… Please, help me.”

“Oh my god. Shit. Okay.” Caretaker wanders back over to the mess Whumpee had made when they fell and retrieves a shard of glass. They kneel next to the couch and stare down at the glass, feeling deranged for what they’re about to do. As carefully as they can with their shaking hands, Caretaker draws the edge of the glass along their wrist.

Blood blooms from the shallow cut and Whumpee’s nostrils flare. They tilt their head towards Caretaker. “Please…”

Caretaker feels dizzy already, but they bring the cut to Whumpee’s lips.

Whumpee’s hands latch onto Caretaker’s arm with a strength they didn’t look capable of. Their mouth opens against the cut as Whumpee drinks eagerly.

“Holy fuck,” Caretaker whimpers, grabbing the couch cushion with their unoccupied hand. “This is happening.”

Sharp teeth nudge at the edge of the cut, then sink deeper, tearing it open wider. Caretaker groans, fighting back the urge to pull their wrist away. It hurts, but Whumpee is getting visibly better by the second. Caretaker watches with awe as color returns to Whumpee’s skin and the wound on their throat starts to knit itself shut.

“This is nothing like Twilight,” Caretaker whispers.

~~~

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

the doctor prescribed me 2000 image of dazai per day please or i will die painfully