#a trip to make as well

[intotheelliwoods]

Whats that? A DTIYS??? Where I can draw a rat demon in any style I please??? 👉👈🥺

Dont mind if I do~ @sharkfinn

Version without all the fancy glow effects:

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)

[hinamie]

bw sketch practice before i leave on holiday !!

[bluerosefox]

It was no secret that Danny loved his older sister, even when she nagged, bugged or psychoanalyzed him, she was and would always be the number one person he would love and protect without hesitation. (He was also pretty sure if anything bad happened to her he would no doubt become like Dan, maybe not fully but pretty sure he would become something close)

So when he found out she was going to Gotham to tour for colleges, he really didn't like it.

Sure Gotham's colleges were top tier for the field of psychology she wanted to study but the crime rate and corruption alone was also high up on lists and that wasn't counting the amount of Gotham Rogues yet.

Danny really didn't like the idea of his sister being in such a dangerous city, even though he knew she could take care of herself since she gained not just their dad's height but also the Fenton family strength and their mother's insane smarts, and given the fact he was a protector spirit that focused on his family it upset his core badly.

So, he decided to tag along... Invisibility of course. He didn't need her to be mad at him if she knew he was following of course.

He wasn't going to disturbed her from her touring he was just going to make sure she's safe thats all....

-x-x-

Okay so... Danny really wasn't expecting to do this when he decided to tag along for Jazz's college tour but...

Danny snickered as he used his powers to move the boxes around as if thrown, flicker the lights and explode the light bulbs, and made shadows shift unnaturally, gaining screeches from some goons as they threw their weapons on the floor and some scrambled out of the building ignoring the higher ups and their boss to stop being cowards.

It was a little fun being able to be go full paranormal activity on a gang of traffickers that had plans on kidnapping Jazz and the other touring young adults he discovered after noticing a few of their men following and watching them a day into the touring.

[cautiouslyyyoptimistic]

Luo Binghe pov fics that have him be amused or confounded by his silly shizun are the best actually. I know his rose tinted glasses of affection are basically opaque, but you cannot tell me the silly goofy wackiness that is shen yuan does not peak through and throw binghe off his rhythm at times. During his disciple days he definitely thought "he's so smart and yet so dumb at the same time. Is anyone gonna take care of him?" And didnt wait for an answer.

[meamiki]

Happy Anniversary In Stars and Time!! Have some Friend Quest based drawings :D

(These have specific quote picks related to them! And there's also a long ramble on why I like those specific quotes below if interested)

(And by long, I mean roughly 2k+ words of proper ramble total, so be warned before clicking keep reading this link right here to the rb!!)

[seafoamdew]

Dearest reader,

The latest scandal within the Seasonal Court comes when the Autumn Prince, the most eligible bachelor in the circle, has set his eyes and foolish heart to court the lowly common winter spirit for his debut ball. The unnamed winter spirit is quite unremarkable, many tittered, compared to the upper echelon of his kin, and yet they wonder with no little envy what is it about him that had captured the Autumn Prince’s attention so devotedly?

Ambitious mamas, be reminded that all is not without hope. For what king indeed would allow his heir to marry below his station? King Stoick and the Queen Valka could be heard doing damage control following the ball. Be assured, dear reader, that I will have my eyes and ears open, quill at the ready to report to you any and all of the latest intrigues and scandal.

Yours Truly,

Wyrd

[rebouks]

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Ivan: If y'don't get that thing outta my face I'mma smash the fuck outta yours. Oscar: C'monnn you haven't eaten all day. Ivan: I ain't fuckin' hungry!

[demonslayedher]

I finished posting the unabashedly educational Sword Fic.

It includes a detailed (but hopefully beginner-friendly) explanation of all the steps of making a Nichirin blade from a sunny mountain like Mt. Youkou, a touch of swordsmith and metalworker folk lore (including demons), meta about what must make Kimetsu no Yaiba's swordsmithing methods different from real life methods, some character exploration for Haganezuka and his polishing method, vocabulary and additional resources in the chapter notes, and hopefully, an endearing, silly POV character to learn this all through.

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[post-it-notes7]

throwing him around like a ragdoll

[expelliarmus]

[shydroid3000]

I've been turning over a Lawlight fic idea in my mind where L drugs Light with psychedelics to see if it shakes anything loose. He couldn't officially use anything Light said during the experience as evidence, but he figures it could produce some solid leads to follow. (Idea was inspired by this fanart of L).

It is very interesting to me to think about how Light would react to psychedelics. Because, oh, the ways that boy's mind would torture him. All of the shit he represses and suppresses so hard. The guilt he runs away from... building a new world because nowhere in this world is far enough away.

Would that guilt spill out, even during Yotsuba when his memories around the DN are gone? Would he become just a sad, pitiable, scared little boy, asking desperately if he's good? Asking for his dad, his sister, his mom?

But not just the guilt... How would L react if Light started rambling about how much he wanted L to respect him? How much he *wanted* L? How when L said Light was his first real friend, Light felt the same. He doesn't know now why it was so impossible to say it then. Anyway, now that he thinks about it, he's probably in love with L.

Also, him seeing Ryuk around while high as fuck could have some funny possibilities haha. And would the handcuff chain freak him out at some point? Would he start to feel claustrophobic and trapped and beg pathetically for L to take it off?

I'm not sure if the drugging would be something that L would have the task force in on. Needing to convince Soichiro and the others, like with the solitary confinement or handcuffs or fake-execution. Or if L would just do it on his own (with only Watari's knowledge), slipping something into Light's drink one night after they go back to L's room.

Anyway, it's all loose and impressionistic in my mind right now. But I think I might write a one-shot about the scenario, because something about Light fucked up on psychedelics (with L as his fascinated and untrustworthy guide) is irresistible to me haha.

[ratatatastic]

your favourite finn's favourite (honourary) finn

winnipeg jets @ florida panthers | 11.16.24 (x)(x)(x)

[jonathanarcher]

Recasting ds9 characters with (semi) era appropriate action stars, the thrilling sequel to my tng post

Danny Glover as Benjamin Sisko

Michelle Yeoh as Kira Nerys

Geena Davis as Jadzia Dax

Pierce Brosnan as Miles O’Brien

Oded Fehr as Julian Bashir

Timothy Dalton as Odo

Mark Dacascos as Quark

Michael Jai White as Jake Sisko

Maggie Cheung as Keiko O’Brien

Milla Jovovich as Ezri Dax

[solarmorrigan]

💘 for the writing game!

Hello! I definitely have to thank you for this prompt because I think it might be my favorite of all the fills I got to write for this meme (although I maybe got a little carried away) <3

Call this one a modern AU, probably. CW: emotional abuse, briefly mentioned homophobia, Steve just has a shitty family

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

Prompt from this list

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So Eddie’s maybe been laying it on a little thick.

That’s his excuse, anyway.

It’s just – it’s possible he’s gotten a little carried away; while the idea had been for him to accompany Steve for moral support to the annual three days of torture that are his visits home for Christmas, Eddie’s priorities had shifted a little with the last phone call he’d overheard Steve taking from his mom.

Something-something-I hope you’ve found someone to bring home with you, Steven-something-something-your cousin already has a baby on the way-something-something-such a disappointment to see you alone, Steven-something-something.

Steve had looked so small and sad after talking to her, the way he always does after talking to her, and Eddie wishes his parents’ approval (or lack thereof) didn’t hold such a sway over Steve, not when they don’t deserve that kind of respect, but he also gets it – family is complicated. So instead, Eddie offers Steve a way to shove his parents’ faces in it.

Instead of showing up in a strictly platonic, friendly-like capacity, he offers to play Steve’s boyfriend for the holiday.

And since Steve is the same brand of crazy as Eddie (even if he buries it better), he accepts.

So from the moment they pull up in front of the Harrington house the morning of December twenty-fourth, Eddie plays the doting boyfriend to a tee. He holds Steve’s hand, he kisses him on the cheek, he snuggles up to him on the sofa; he plays nice with Steve’s homophobic grandfather, and is only a little snarky with Steve’s patronizing uncle, and talks Steve up every chance he gets.

So yes, he’s laying it on a little thick, but Steve’s family should think he has a partner who adores him.

Because Steve deserves a partner who adores him.

(Because Eddie does adore him. Which is – well, that’s probably part of the problem.)

It doesn’t work as well as Eddie had hoped it would, in the end. Steve’s family can’t fault him for being “pathetically single” anymore, but they can pick him apart in literally every other respect – and they do.

He takes it like a pro, letting the nasty, pointed comments roll off him, smooth and brittle as glass, never causing a scene or biting back, because it’s Christmas and apparently this is just how they celebrate.

(They mostly ignore Eddie, acting like he’s beneath them, which has Steve sending apologetic glances his way the whole day, like Eddie is the one who needs an apology when Steve is the one being vivisected by his family.)

Steve just holds in whatever he’s feeling until they’ve retired for the night, up in the guest room that used to be his room, that his mom had apparently barely waited until he’d moved out to start converting.

He holds it in and holds it in until the door shuts behind them and he all but collapses on the edge of the bed, crumpling in on himself like the ugly plaid duvet is crumpling underneath him, with his shoulders curved in and his face covered and his chest heaving with what are maybe supposed to be calming, deep breaths but are definitely not working, because the stress is still coming off him in waves.

And like Eddie said: he’s maybe gotten a little carried away with his role, but it just feels completely normal to go right to Steve, to curl his arms around him and pull him in close and remind him that his family’s opinions aren’t worth shit and that Steve is so good, and–

And when Steve uncovers his face, a little blotchy and pulling tight with the effort not to let any tears flow free, it just feels completely normal to press a kiss to his cheek, and another to the corner of his mouth, and another to his lips, all in quick succession, all soft and reverent and reassuring.

Eddie freezes the moment he’s pulled back. The moment he realizes what he’s just done.

“Eddie,” Steve murmurs into the still air between them, “there’s… no one watching right now.”

You don’t have to do this, he means.

“I–” Eddie’s voice gets caught up in his throat, because his brain is screaming at him to play it off, to tell Steve that he just got carried away, got too into the role – but his heart, noisy fucker that it is, has different ideas. “I… maybe haven’t been faking as much as I said I was. Or, like– at all.”

“Oh, thank god,” Steve breathes, and then he’s pushing back in for another kiss, his mouth eager and warm and perfect against Eddie’s.

And the next two days aren’t going to be any less stressful, spent around a flock of hungry vultures masquerading as people, but Eddie figures that if nothing else, at least one good thing will have come from the holiday.

He tilts his head to deepen the kiss and Steve opens up beneath him, anticipating him like they’ve been doing this for ages, and – yeah, Eddie decides.

One very, very good thing.