#and then some that go into murder mode

[astralshipper]

always happy stimming in front of your f/o and then one day somebody says something about it and how it must be annoying for your f/o or something. so you stop doing it. and it takes so little time for your f/o to get concerned and wonder what's wrong and why you won't happy stim anymore, even when they do all your favorite things!!! they don't understand!!! they want to help just tell them what's going on!!!

[elizakai]

ignore the lack of anatomy I NEEDED TO SHARE THE VISION

[gingermintpepper]

"Hey Ginger, what are you thinking about at 2 am?"

"Well, you know that one part in Graf's 'Apollo' where he concludes that Apollo's deathbringing is not opposed to his joy-bringing but that, in fact, through him both aspects are unified and given equal prominence?"

"Oh, you mean:

"Yeah,,, that's the line right there."

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr is he, you know.............................................repeatedly described as being Impersonable and Lacking Charm and Pedantic and confused / bothered by things he supposedly shouldn't be while inspiring confusion / botherment in others in ways he supposedly shouldn't and like 99.9% of the grief he's given is over All That while he's just sitting or standing there rather than the like intimidatingly efficient hitman georg thing he has going on. which is in fact The Skill That Makes Him Useful Despite It All and also perhaps the least foothold in interactions because [worried he can & may kill you] affords power when otherwise just being the weird guy nobody likes(tm)

bonus mordecai balling

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

[spacedlexi]

me collecting every vague line about minnie to piece together what kind of person she really was pre-delta

[nickywhoisi]

pizzasuba

Hey PT fandom come get y'alls juicey fucked up italian meow meow

When I remembered this anime (and honestly why wouldn't you??), I knew exactly what I had to post next. You know me, I'll probably ink and colour this later. I wish I had some digital art tools to really make this look like a screenshot. It'd be pretty cool if someone else wanted to take a crack at it! For now, I bumrushed the idea out of my goof brain. The face was all studied carefully from a youtube clip, no tracing no scope baybeeeeeeeeeee

i hope nobody will notice that i can't draw guns for shit wwwwwww

[snow-system-wol]

It takes a decade of freedom and a few months of actually remembering why he cared so much in the first place, but S'ria finally realizes that his hair length need not be dictated by anyone's wishes except his own.

Ao3

Ao3 -- with flashback

(The story below is the safe flashback-redacted one, but still light tw for panic attack)

There was no reason his hair he could not cut his hair short, should he want to.

Once the thought was in S'ria's head, it was impossible not to continuously think about it for the next several hours. He turned it over and over until the thought became a well-polished stone. His hair didn't have to be so very long, not like it is. He could literally just shorten it, no one could stop him. S'ria really liked that idea, of how easy it could be. He could do it right now. He was going to do it right now.

S'ria snuck off to find a set of shears that would probably suffice. He stripped out of half of his clothes, knowing this would be a bit messy, and sat in the middle of his bedroom floor. A shirt full of hair would've been annoying, but hopefully the floor couldn't be too hard to sweep.

S'ria held a chunk of hair, hands shaking.

Surely it couldn't be this easy? He trailed his fingers up to a point a bit below jaw length, nodding. It was a thrilling and terrifying prospect. He was looking at an entire fulm and half to chop and he crunched the numbers involuntarily (two moons for an ilm, 18 ilms to remove –) 3 years? It was 3 years to regrow if this was a mistake? The thought made him feel a strange mix of dread and excitement.

Suppressing the former, he closed the shears on the section of hair he held.

It would've been nice if it was a single dramatic movement. It didn't cut all the way through immediately, it was too thick for that. It took a series of unsatisfying movements chewing through layers to make it the whole way through, and then suddenly a long bundle of hair was loose in his hand. S'ria abruptly felt as though he couldn't breathe.

[Redacted Flashback]

[Ao3 link with flashback included linked above]

 

–after all, you're not supposed to be cutting it off, but you already have. Nearly a third of your hair now stops above your shoulders and you're holding the rest in your hand, and you are in so much fucking trouble, why did you do this–

There were footsteps behind S'ria and he whipped around, holding the shears like a dagger. Tataru lifted both of her hands up, palms open, and stepped back.

"I wanted to see whether you wanted any fruit tarts, but I heard – um, are you okay?"

S'ria shakily lowered the scissors. He was also suddenly very aware of being shirtless …It was just Tataru, that was fine, he was fine. Her eyes moved between the fallen hair and the incredibly uneven cut ends to the right side of his face, wincing just a touch. S'ria shrunk a little further in on himself.

"Should I have asked before I did this?"

"No, of course not – it's your hair. Just… what are you using and where did you get those?"

S'ria tucked the shears behind his leg. "Suddenly I feel like I shouldn't answer that question."

Tataru paused and S'ria believed it took great restraint on her part not to question it further.

"May I help, at least?"

S'ria froze, thinking it over. It wouldn't be bad, to have help, but it also felt like giving up. He didn't need someone else's help to get past this fear, he wanted it to be his choice.

"Let me – let me cut it to the right length myself. Then you can help."

S'ria lifted hair off of his neck so that one blade of the shears could fit underneath. He sat like that for at least a minute, telling himself to just keep going. A part of him wished Tataru would leave – but equally, he was glad she stayed. Easier not to lose track of where he was that way. He lowered his hands and stared wordlessly at Tataru until she got the hint and turned to face another direction. S'ria gathered his resolve and managed to quickly cut all the way around, what felt like ponzes of weight falling away. He shook his head, feeling the short ends shift about his face and neck. Had his hair really been that heavy?

S'ria looked at the edges – oh, it was so uneven. A laugh bubbled out of him, and he was surprised at how genuine it was – he'd actually done this and it was a truly awful job, wonderful. Truly and without sarcasm, wonderful.

Of course, Tataru disappeared to her quarters after and came back with much nicer scissors that may have actually been meant for cutting hair.

"Don't you worry, I'll have it looking perfectly done in a moment."

S'ria cringed, leaning away for a moment.

"Oh – what's wrong?"

He didn't want perfect, he didn't want to need to care about that in the slightest. A part of him wanted to keep it exactly as is, terribly done. He could concede that some parts of it would bother him, if left like this.

"Can you just even it out to mostly the same length? Don't fix anything else, please."

"Okay, can do!"

S'ria appreciated it. He knew it was probably very grating for her, painful even, not to be allowed to make it look fully better. She cared, and she wanted it to look good, and S'ria almost felt bad for forcing her to let go of that. Tataru stood behind him, pushing on his shoulder to try and get him to slouch down a bit. S'ria obligingly hunched down a little extra for her. As she started to shift through the layers of hair he'd cut, something else occurred to him.

"Wait, wait." Her hands withdrew immediately and he loved her for that. "Don't tug. And don't let the scissors touch my neck."

She smiled at him like it wasn't even a big deal to ask. "Of course, whatever you need. May I?"

S'ria nodded and she returned to her task. Tataru was so careful, so gentle, that the tension quickly left him. There was never any pulling, never even a hint of metal against his neck, just tiny snipping noises and the tickle of hair falling on his shoulders. Hmm, he wasn't sure he'd fully thought through how to clean the hair off of himself.

It did not take her long to be finished, dusting hair off of her own hands and arms.

"There we go! Do you want to look in the mirror?"

S'ria grinned. "No. I think I'm good, actually." And oh, it felt good to refuse to care.

(Of course, he would get curious later and actually look at it, and it was so wonderful to hardly recognize any of his younger self left in the mirror.)

[aromanticannibal]

I've been thinking of a iida/todoroki family swap and I think shouto would have gruesomely murdered stain

[icharchivist]

tumblr’s algorithm is broken and using the “recommended for you” tab is a trip and a half everytime to try to understand its reasoning, but, since yesterday it keeps recommending me gifs for The Menu, a horror movie set in a fancy restaurant and i could not, for the life of mine, understand why. Which was another layer of weird bc i did look up if the movie was in Netflix yesterday (it’s not <3) and i was huh that’s a weird spy thing here

but. I think i just found a couple gifset that might explain. why i’ve been getting those. since yesterday.

(under cut: some perhaps vague spoilers for the movie from me seeing gifsets and jumping to conclusions, and a series of headcanons about Mankai (Autumn/Hisoka/Chikage) which mentions some of the murders from that movie.)

are those. Giant marshmallows with people all wearing marshmallow vest. and chocolate hats.

I FOUND ANOTHER GIFSET OF THE SCENE AND IT’S ABOUT TURNING THOSE PEOPLE INTO SMORE’s?????

*coughs* either way, those gifsets suddenly spamming my activity lines up with me talking about Hisoka’s marshmallows so much so i have to assume this is how the algorithm came to that point.

But now i’m feeling hysterical. Because now the way my mind filled gaps was like.

Some people at Mankai deciding to watch the horror movie. (my bet on Sakyo for the effect and his interests in watching many things, and maybe dragging some of Autumn with him to have them learn (esp with how there is a backstage about him forcing Taichi to watch horror movies with him while Taichi cries)). 

They all sit around the Kotatsu and they don’t realize Hisoka is sleeping right under it because Hisoka wrapped himself in the cover so much he’s so toasty inside. (like in a recent minichat). 

Everyone rather chill while Taichi is just growing more and more horrified. Omi probably teases him with a comment about how he’s taking note. Juza gets unusually quiet when scenes involving sweets happen because his mind truly wandered to, hey, being covered with sweets isn’t a bad way to go while Banri knocks him behind the head for being a weirdo.

Anyway i would assume that the marshmallow scene would at least have one character mention them by name. Cue to Hisoka waking up and suddenly looking extremely carefully at the screen (while Taichi is jumping because he’s startled Hisoka popped out of nowhere under the table while they’re watching a food-themed horror movie). Banri makes a side comment about how Hisoka is just as much a weirdo as Juza. 

Anyway Hisoka would be watching closely and turn to Omi like “can i have a marshmallow jacket. is that allowed.” and Omi is trying to explain “murders are happening” and Hisoka is just “yeah but can i have more marshmallows out of it”

Chikage happens to pass by, and has to ask why Hisoka is that clearly awake until he sees the Marshmallows on screen and Hisoka just goes “i want a marshmallow jacket.” “you would barely wear it for two minutes before eating it all jackass.” “i want a marshmallow jacket.” 

and he points at the screen too and just “also those are big marshmallow. Omi can you make big marshmallows” and Taichi is almost screeching “do NOT reproduce anything from this movie please😭 ” 

And i found more of the dialogue for this scene apparently so this also happens, apparently: 

Leading to what would be Chikage nodding while Hisoka would frown like hey. That’s not fair. “no he’s right it’s an abomination” Chikage would say and Hisoka would consider for a minute turning Chikage into s’mores himself and only disregarding the idea because there must be too much spice in Chikage’s blood it would ruin the taste. (keep up with him.)

And when the killer sets everything on fire and people start suffering because of the marshmallows/chocolate melting Hisoka would just comment “i would have eaten all of it already and be safe” and Chikage frowns because “you mean you would have died in the fire because you were too busy trying to eat everything”.

And Taichi is left even more 😭 at people theorizing this much about the killing menus of this movie.

And Sakyo is the one who has to kick both Hisoka and Chikage out of the living room because they completely ruined the tension vibe and he demands as to rewind the movie so everyone can concentrate which leads to Taichi being even more 😭😭😭

Anyway at dinner time when everyone is doing their things, Hisoka suddenly turns to Yuki and goes “can you make me a marshmallow jacket” and before Yuki has the time to brush it off and calls him a weirdo Taichi lets out the loudest screech startling everyone around the table. 

And Yuki is just. “i don’t even know if i want to know actually.”

... so those were a widely specific series of headcanons from tumblr recommending me an horror movie too much thanks.

[hannie-dul-set]

CONFERENCE FINISHED YESTERDAY. I CAN FINALLY SLEEP UNTIL THE AFTERNOON AND WRITE.

[jonny-b-meowborn]

thinking about the one part in my Jarod fanfic that I literally haven't even written yet, but I have the image very clear in my mind, and I'm like dying over here bc I'm gonna use one of my favorite trope thingies and it'll probably be literally just briefly mentioned in a sentence or two but I am still going insane

[ravensroleplays]

Y’know, if I wasn’t getting ready to start drifting away a bit from my AUs and focusing more on my new original story, Oasis to Oakwood, I might actually consider incorporating the events of Security Breach into my FNAF AU?

[bmpmp3]

a bit of a mild milgram fan (i adore the music and music videos but i still havent checked out a lot of the dramas but i still vote because i like being involved LOL) and i feel like giving my unsolicited opinions on season 2 so far. even though it makes perfect sense based off what i see from the fanbase that Futa was voted innocent BUT as someone who was largely neutral but uninterested (aside from his awesome song) in his character in season 1, season 2 made me actually really REALLY like him but in particular way where i want to see that little twerp squirm so im SO sad no one else voted him guilty q-q i WANTED to see him suffer for the NARRATIVE

also I think Mu should be voted innocent because she slays

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

I think if indiana jones' adoring students ever went on an Adventure(tm) with him it would be really funny if that was the turn off. like, a routine dig he was leading for the school goes awry and he has to get all cocky gunslinger ladies man hero mode and the students are like. hey what the fuck. his shirt gets ripped up revealing he's jacked and that one girl is immediately wiping the 'I love you' make up off her eyes. an entire room filled with artifacts gets destroyed while they make an escape and the kids are all horrified. "professor jones. how many people have you killed" "well, do you count the damn nazis as people-" "UNFORTUNATELY YES. LEGALLY YES. ARE ALL ARCHEOLOGISTS MURDERERS." he's flirting with some random woman on the dig and all the students are like what the hell. you can't talk like that. where did the droning and stutter go. why are you not flustered. she inevitably swoons into his arms or something and they're like "oh my God eww he's so sweaty. ma'am literally what's wrong with you. blink twice if you need help". they're so betrayed to find out he never even NEEDED glasses, he was wearing nonprescription lenses in class. Indy's lowkey hurt he's like I thought you guys thought I was cool :( and they're like 'yeah when you're in a bowtie and telling us about sumarian gardening techniques. WHY do you have a whip right now you freak'

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 7

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“I’m having a child.”

Danny stared at Batman.

“…Uh, congrats?”

Batman whips out a stack of paper and a pen. “It’s you. Sign here and initial the highlighted spots.”

Danny instinctively, from years of dealing with Vlad, whacked the stack right out of Batman’s hands and into the bay. He doesn’t even feel bad about littering this time because, “Begone, fruitloop!”

Wait, no, that’s not what he meant.

“I mean- I have parents!”

“Not for long.” Batman muttered and then did a double take. “You have parents? How?”

Danny gasped, placing a hand on his chest to clutch his metaphorical pearls. He ignored Batman’s mutters. Everyone knows the vigilante has an adoption problem. At least, everyone who lived in Gotham did, as everyone who didn’t was somehow convinced that he “worked alone” or some bullshit like that. “Are you naturally this insensitive or were you dropped on your head as a baby? Obviously I had to come from somewhere.”

“They’re still… alive?”

“And kicking,” Danny said, inching away from yet another rich weird guy trying to adopt him. “Mostly the kicking part, though.” He said, remembering the sparring sessions. His mom could kick his as six ways to Sunday with nothing but jiu-jitsu and still have time to work in the lab.

“I see.”

“I’m charging you extra for the emotional upheaval. I have trauma regarding rich people trying to adopt me.”

Batman sullenly handed over a thousand.

“Sweet. There’s a group of shades down here asking if you could find their murderer. Apparently the serial killer is still at large.” Danny pointed.

“Of course. Tell me everything.”

The adoption papers disappeared as Batman went into detective mode.

Danny shoved the cash into his glowing chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to make rent this month so it was a windfall running into Batman.

——

“Hey, Tim?”

Tim woke up from his Power Nap. “Huh?”

“Phantom’s complaining that Batman kept trying to adopt him.”

Tim blinked. “Uh.. what does that have to do with me?”

Danny stared at him, a patiently amused smile on his face. “Just in case the rumor about the Wayne’s sugar-daddy-into the Bats was a thing. Other than that, we might have to confront Batman to get him off of Phantom’s back. ”

“You… want to confront Batman.”

“Hey, man, Phantom’s a friend and it’s ride or die.” Danny snickered. It was literally die, with his Phantom side of things. He held two fists up, and wound them, like Popeye right after eating spinach or something. “And if Batman bothers Phantom, we ride at dawn.”

“Batman doesn’t come out unless it’s dark, though? Or for the Justice League.” Tim grinned. He mentally classified Danny under his “to go to” list. That’s where Bart, Bernard, Cassie, Kon, and Garfield were. If he starts shit, he could count on them to have his back and cause even more shit. Danny, wanting to fistfight Bruce over the man making Phantom uncomfortable? He absolutely is making that list.

“Then we ride at, like, dusk. Or uh, like 10PM. I gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“You’ll definitely need it,” Tim inconspicuously texted the group chat, which quickly blew up.

“Shut up,” Danny playfully shoved Tim. “Wait, can Batman even legally adopt? Isn’t being a vigilante illegal? And how can he adopt someone dead?”

Tim dramatically flailed and splayed over Danny’s carpeted living room. “Dunno about his identity,” he lied to Danny, like a liar. “But Gotham has a bunch of laws for the undead/restored to life people so there’s probably enough gray space there.”

Danny spluttered. “You guys have undead friendly laws?”

“Yeah, geht do you think Grundy just chills out? Plus, we have like a minor resurrection event every few years. It usually doesn’t stick but sometimes it does. Bruce pushed for those laws when Jason came back to life, except he doesn’t actually want people to know he’s like, alive.”

“Jason died?” Danny blinked. Well, that would explain the vibes. “Huh. So what’s up with his rank vibes then?”

“Rank vibes?” Tim pressed record on his phone.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, you know how Phantom’s got like a really chill green vibe?” Inwardly, Danny snickered at his pun. Chill. Yeah, he meant that very literally. “Jason’s got kind of a rank green vibe. He’s kind of stinky? Definitely never introduce him to Phantom.” Danny’s senses got worse in his ghost form.

“Jason regularly showers, though?!”

“Not smell! Like, a spiritual smell?”

“You can smell souls?!” Tim sat up. “Bro, you’re a meta?!”

“Uh.” Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I can smell souls. It’s a thing. Everyone from my town can do it.”

“What?!” Tim paused. “Wait, can Phantom smell souls?”

“Yeah. We’re, uh, from the same town.”

“Danny, what the fuck?”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one with a soul-sick brother! Not to mention, you’re kinda stinky too!”

“Hey!”

“Soul-stinky nerd man!”

——

“I stink?!” Jason spluttered out, extremely offended.

“The Lazarus pits. He’s most likely smelling traces of Lazarus pit on you, you imbecile.”

“We need to speak to Phantom. This instant.”

“I dunno, B. Danny sounded like he was gonna break your face if you bothered Phantom anymore.” Dick snickered.

“Yeah,” Tim chimed in, from his seat in front of the Bat-computer. “He was pretty serious.”

“Are we just gonna glaze over the fact that they’re from the same town?!” Stephanie exclaimed, practicing her moves on a training dummy.

“How does that even work? What does that mean? I thought Phantom was an immortal?” Duke asked.

“We also can’t rule out time-travel.” Barbara slammed her baton into a training dummy, twisting her wheelchair in an agile maneuver that left the dummy on the floor.

“No bothering Phantom.” Cass proclaimed.

“That’s quite right. You all have a warm dinner sitting above your cave and should it remain uneaten, I assure you that sherbet Sunday and crêpe Tuesday shall be canceled.” Alfred stepped in. The Bats, threatened, scrambled to ditch their gear and go upstairs.