#and has zero clue

[juniemunie]

was playing deltarune and thinking about sansnomaly,,,

rip kris having to deal with this delulu

[benevolenterrancy]

never mind Luo Binghe's hypothetical harem, I'm only on book 2 and Shen Qingqiu seems to be developing quite the fan club that he is 100% unaware of

(I'm not sure Luo Binghe is dealing very well with the potential competition for Shizun's attention...)

[radiance1]

Danny has been reincarnated.

Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.

It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?

His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-

Anyways.

He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.

He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.

Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.

Whatever.

So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.

He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.

He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!

'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.

Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!

He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.

Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.

He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.

[clownsuu]

i love all the flavors of howdydarling art you make sm!! i've really been stuck on the drawings you did of wally with insomnia, i love the idea of howdy carrying his ass to bed when he shows up at the bugdega totally exhausted. i thought it'd be cute if wally stepped in to take care of howdy too when he's feeling overworked, or the two of them just collapsing into a nap pile at the end of a long day

It’s been raining all day and the vibes for cuddles n sweet shid is I m m a c u l a t e

Sometimes when I think about howdy and Wally, I think about them doing that specific lil wiggle/dance you can do with your followers in cult of the lamb smhhh (and frank really wanting to join but is very shy about it)

[definitelynotshouting]

You have synesthesia?? How does that work for you? Is this how you manage to use the word “meat” in a way that makes me go “holy shit that’s good and cool i need to read that sentence four more times” instead of “ew”?????

I do!!! Letters, numbers, and words all have colours and sometimes visual textures for me-- and while numbers and letters on their own are generally only a single colour (7 is a bright, grassy green!!! while "K" is a pale peachy pink, for example :] ), when i put them into words they often take on entirely new colours, some of which even bleed into each other like watercolour paints. Ironically, its why i use the UK spelling of "colour" in the first place-- the "u" turns what looks like a dull, desaturated blue into a smeared blue-and-purple that i find really pretty to look at :]] so when i say i like to paint with words, i kinda mean that literally 😂😂😂😂😂

But yeah, i'd imagine thats why my writing is Like That™ to some degree-- a lot of what im doing behind the scenes involves matching the colours and visual textures of a given word with all of the others in order to evoke a particular vibe or image in my writing. There are a lot of layers to how i write, but this is probably the one that takes both the most time AND is the one i happen to talk about the least WKDJWKSJEJ

[w45t3-m3]

Cuphead is getting like the biggest change ever- cause I do really hate his og comic counterpart. This cuphead would just be Cuphead from the "cuphead show" but older.

Slightly more mature but still his troublemaking self. (This also extends a bit to mugman.)

Anyway I stil love the idea that cuphead hates Felix (mostly because his presence messes up their plan.)

(I'm keeping the stupid hair on cuphead but making it less edgy n white. They're newly 21 so cuphead replaced his head with alcohol n it produced the hair.)

[blue-rose-soul]

Angel Dust: (teasing) I'm just saying! This guy's clearly down bad for Smiles. It's plain as day, and kinda sickening.

Alastor: Now hold on; I can deal with your crass remarks usually, but don't you think you're taking it a step too far? Honestly, not everything is as you imagine it in your depraved little mind-

Vox: No, he's right. I did have a thing for you.

[Loud static screech. All hotel residents now staring openly with varying degrees of interest.]

Vox: And after everything I fucking did for you, you still had the nerve to shoot me down after stringing me along, you ungrateful piece of shit!

Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, Frank, and Alastor: WHAT!?

Lucifer: Alastor, why are you surprised?

[darklydreaminggirl]

am i wrong tho

[idioticbaguette]

The sentences, "Mike kept El at his house because he didn't want her getting murdered and he's a good kid," and, "Mike kept El at his house because he thought she could help him find Will," are both correct.

Mike showing El basic human decency by letting (what he believed to be) a helpless young girl stay at his home is one of the biggest proofs of the heteronormativity shown in ST, as both Lucas and Nancy believed that Mike (boy) being a kind human to El (girl) means that he's in love.

BUT

It's also very clear that one of the reasons he let her stay was so she could help find Will. This doesn't erase the fact that he let her stay, or that he cares about El, it only points out the obvious fact that Will was a large piece in this equation.

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

Sketches of an Au that I'll probably never finish, sad about that but I'm the problem lol

[r7inyz]

kinda made my own alec + hazel from lonely freddy!!! designs loosely based on the book descriptions (or the ones in the wiki idk) I LOVE THIS STORY HELP

silly doodles I did last night

this story man,,,,

[karmicpunishment]

trans tachihara who assumes gin is also a trans guy lmao 

gin speaks and expects tachihara to go “you’re a girl?!?”or smth to that ilk but he doesn’t say anything about it, he just seems happy that gin talked to him.

[cienie-isengardu]

Sub Zero: I've learned your secrets. Have the others?

Sub Zero: If your subjects learn your secret --

Tanya: "I almost lost Mileena because of you." Sub Zero: "Mileena? Shouldn't you call her Empress?"

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 3

Not so fun conversation topics for two total strangers; Can June put two and two together?

We have officially passed the og comic so this is all uncharted water (though I would love to draw this out eventually!)

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

Word count: 1116

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization

Aedes stared up at the looming woman before him, her apology- no- her admission hanging heavy in the air. Her answer hit him like ice; both chilling him to the bone and freezing him in place. She admitted it. He was trapped, the weight of her admission holding him in place... and yet there he stood, cornered, but still free from her grasp. 

"Then what?" He growls. The sound of his own voice grates on him; for all the raw anger in his voice, he hates that he can still hear his own desperation slipping through. 

" I.. I don't know.” She bit her lip. His skin bristled at the sight of the woman's teeth. He watches as she grows uncomfortable. Good. “It's not like I planned what to do…” 

He snorted. She didn't even know what she wanted to do with him? Catching for the sake of what?? Just wanting?? Was he that fucking insignificant? Was this some sort of sick fun? Just a game of cat and mouse? She couldn't even just be bothered to reach out and grab him- instead just prolonging the inevitable. His hands shook, claws digging into the meat of his palms as he clenched his fists. Her nonchalant attitude fed into his growing nausea. He could feel the blood he'd so recently drank rising up in his throat. Her answers terrified him. 

"And if you catch me," despite being cornered, he made sure to emphasize the word if, "would you ever let me go?"

Genuine shock seemed to dash across her features at his words. Her expression softened, as did her voice,

"O-Of course!" It was strange. She sounded… almost remorseful. "Look, I'm not…I'm sorry, I'm not trying to hold you hostage- like that’s obviously wrong- it's just… this is weird, okay? You're in my house- my bed!” 

It takes all of his willpower and probably some years off of his life to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. If you know it's wrong, why apologize ?? Just stop!?   He grits his teeth. If she didn't care enough not to hold him prisoner in this stupid corner then why would she care enough to let him go?

“Of course?” He didn’t believe her, but he played along, counting his blessings that he remained out of her grasp for now,  "So… if I let you quell your curiosity," He says, unable to keep the snide tone from his voice, "would I no longer be your hostage? Would you let me go?" 

"I admit, that wasn't really the best wording-"

"Would you?" His voice, though fearful, is firm. 

To his shock, she seems to shrink back at his tone. She nods. 

"I… I'd just like answers…" She states quietly, her voice nearly a whisper. He narrows his eyes. Fuck. What was he supposed to say?? The moment she puts two and two together she’ll- He shook his head, frustrated. He needed a plan. An idea. Anything. His chest tightened as his mind spun. What was he supposed to do? Why did he have to tell her anything in the first place? Did she just expect him to act like a dog and sit and speak on command? The thought grated against his pride. He grit his teeth. She’d already told him to stay. 

“And what?” He spits, “I’m just supposed to talk because you tell me "speak" ? Am I a pet or a person to you??" He winces at the bitter venom he tastes in his words. She holds all the cards. He shouldn’t outright try to provoke her, but his mind is spinning in desperation. What was he supposed to say?? She wanted answers he desperately did not want to give. The thought sends a shiver down his spin. Yet, to his surprise, his words didn't seem to anger her. He watched as she looked away- for a moment he was almost tempted to run, but surprise had him glued in place. She looked conflicted- or ashamed? He swallowed dryly, heart pounding in his chest Did she actually… could she actually see him as a person? After a long pause, she spoke.

"A person... I think?" His brief sense of hope seems to decay in his grasp- a sickening feeling of foreboding taking its place.   

"You think?”  He yells, voice growing louder with each syllable, "How can you not know?? Am I, or am I not a person to you!?” As he spat the question at her as he struggled to hold her gaze, his heart begging for her to see him… To his dismay, instead he saw himself; Reflected by the dim light from the moonlit window he saw his reflection in those too large fern green eyes. The sight disgusted him; A scared and pitiful creature trapped in the stare of being that was just so much… more. As much as he hated it, he refused to look away. However, she did. 

"I- " she pauses, her gaze turning back to him- eyes pleading… for what?? Why did she look like she was pleading to him??  "I don't know. I mean, I know you're not a… pet. You're a talking, thinking being." 

Oh?

Maybe there was hope… maybe she truly could see him…

"-but,"

Ah. There it was.

"I’m going to be honest… This feels different. I wouldn't contemplate catching a person... or you know, force them into a conversation with me. I-” She bites her lip, struggling to pick her words. “I don't want to lie to you. I promise you, I don’t see you as a pet, but honestly" She swallowed, seeming almost.. nervous? "I don't really see you as a person either."

Of course she didn't. What else did he expect? He wasn't a person to her- but then again, he wasn't a person at all. He wasn’t human- he was a parasite. The word tasted like poison on his tongue. He knew what he was, but if not a person or something to be had, what was he to her? Why was he still cornered? 

“Then what am I?” He hears an angry desperation in his voice he hadn't known was there. Had she figured it out? If not a person or a pet, did she know he was a pest?  She starts to answer and abruptly stops, reconsidering. After a moment, she continues;

"You tell me. What are you?"

He wanted to lie. To say he was nothing more than a man, just… a small one, but she had caught him in the act. How could he explain away… feeding. He grimaced. Why did it matter what he was? He was a thinking, speaking being-  just the same as her! 

“My name,” he sneered, “is Aedes.”

[topherwrites]

bit of process on a cowboy!jake WIP - still got a bit to go to clean it up.

rereading "Don't Hang 'em Till Noon" by @sailor-aviator inspired this one.

[hecksupremechips]

Ever think about Date’s view on family and how that relates to his character? When Mizuki asks him to define family, he just awkwardly offers that its like being blood related to someone. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and Mizukis, but like, he literally had no idea what a real family looks like. He’s an orphan, a man who grew up with no family and no name, but he doesn’t know that yet. He has no memory of his past, no way of knowing if there’s someone out there waiting for him to come home, if he even had a place to call home. His only frame of reference for a family is Mizuki and her parents. Deep down he knows it’s not right, not loving, but it fits the mold of a nuclear family, man and woman, blood related, so that must be what family is. When he’s asked to take in Mizuki, he’s absolutely clueless because he literally has zero frame of reference for how a child is supposed to be cared for. He puts distance between them because this isn’t his place, he doesn’t have the right to love this child as his own because he isn’t the real dad. There’s no place for someone like him in a family. And it’s baffling to him to hear that Mizuki not only loves him, she needs him because he is her family. Date believes he’s a nobody, just a sad, lonely man with no name who absolutely does not deserve this kind of love. But he has it anyway because he chooses it, he makes something that neither he nor Mizuki have ever had before. HES HOME