#because it’s usually cringe

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

“Pain is hilarious!”

C’mon guys he had to learn that his eye regenerates somehow!

So fun fact! You know that thing people, perhaps parents tell you? That if you smile it tricks your brain into being happy? Well don’t do that in traumatic moments! Because if you do, your brain mixes wires on how to process shit and when you’re under mental turmoil you might start laughing maniacally! I may or may not know from experience!!! 😃

[xulips]

smells just like him

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[eikichi-supremacy]

If nothing else Koenma is a Kuwabara stan and I'm right there with him o7 (I need to write the kuwameshi fic that goes with this fr)

[peacockrulz]

Sorry for the lack of posts, have some more headcanons!!

[1-800-luvmail]

simon not knowing what to do while you cry but hold you.

another person hurt you— typical for you, being so soft hearted. this happens all the time and still, he doesn't think he'll ever be used to it.

simon wraps his arms around you and lets you lay your head on his chest, feeling utterly useless as you sob.

there's nothing he can do but be here to provide a place to fall into, an occasional kiss to your temple, and mumbled reassurance here and there.

he's very caring and gentle for someone so fucking pissed off.

simon doesn't know if he believes in higher powers, yet still, the kiss planted atop your head is followed by a silent vow: if there's something out there overseeing your life, they'd have to answer to him for the shit you're put through.

[rosiespokemontwitterau]

Oop. (*ﾟﾛﾟ)

[flying-cat]

Preparing myself to read a Persona 5 fic because it sounds super interesting but Maruki is a tagged character which means there's like a 70% chance that he's being mischaracterized

[lavaflowe]

A little comic from my very specific Jiankong AU: SEM arc edition

Shoutout to @relmint for helping me create about 50% of this AU

Inspo:

[dotpyenji]

happy bisexual day to those who celebrate

[toffeesbabbles]

i was feeling like being a little cringe today... whoops (my fursona is a snailcat btw, so she has two sets of eyes)

(i would be an absolute DIAASTERRR if I met ink sans irl it would be horrible)

[anglerflsh]

I haven't painted properly in a while, anyway, quick (one hour each) redraws of frames from the '78 film

[m3tr0n0m333]

“This isn’t you, Nine”

More like This isn’t Tails. The ‘perfect’ little buddy of yours. The fox you can’t help but imagine in my place. Despite everything, you still see me as a reflection of him. As him. How much do I have to act out to prove that I’m not your friend? How much do I have to hurt you to show you that I’m not who you wish I was?

Stupid. So stupid. You’re so stupid, Sonic. I’m my own person. But it seems you don’t know me enough to realize it.

And you don’t realize that you don’t know me at all.

[squid-pawz]

Hi hi!! My comms are open! I take full payment upfront through any of the options listed above. DM me if you're interested and/or have any questions ^_^

[tacogoats]

Thinking about a Durge who has rejected Bhaal, and whatever person they used to be, but still secretly longs for their lost memories. A Durge that, despite the answers the man could give them, would never re-ignite that strange passion they were shown they once had for Gortash. A Durge that has, for all purposes to the others in their party, moved on. A Durge that, six months after that day atop the Netherbrain, at a party celebrating their new life, receives a strange letter with an even stranger gadget hidden inside.

The meeting at the inauguration was a strange one. Despite Gortash's very obvious elation at seeing what he'd called his 'dearest friend', the man had no hesitation very proudly detailing the Dark Urge's grand scheme; their grand design for the world to be.

In front of all their friends and 'new' lover, of course.

They were furious, and rightly so. Gortash must have known what he was doing. To isolate them, to bring them back to him. The person who accepted them for all they were, all they are, and all they could be - together.

It wasn't enough to win the Dark Urge back to him, and although they'd tentatively teamed up in the end - he had died. Not by the Urge's hand, but in some ways, his own. The group had left Gortash's body within the Prism, and simply moved on. There were bigger problems, and no one really was sad to see him go. Right?

The Urge remembers a letter found in Moonrise Towers. Gortash liked gadgets, according to Ketheric. Evidence was abundant enough with the Steel Watchers, among other things. The item is strangely shaped, entirely too small, and with a simple touch, comes to life.

It reminds them of the strange picture they had seen at the Iron Throne. Gortash's visage shone through a glass, moving, talking - warning them to leave. Answering them, praising them for listening.

What a strange contraption, they'd thought all those months ago.

And then, now, there he was again. A picture, in their hand. A moving picture. Speaking with his voice, wearing his weary face - so, so weary - but not the same as before.

This had passed already. The voice did not answer them this time. It was simply impossible - the man was dead, but not quite gone in this moment.

He speaks of the inauguration like it had just happened. His joy at seeing his favourite 'assassin' again, which he says with a sad smile and a moment of silence. A heavy sigh follows, rubbing at his eyes - which they can see are so much darker than they last remember.

He is tired.

Gortash speaks of their time together, before Orin - and how Orin torments him day and night now that they had both confirmed the Urge's return. She appears with their face, taunting him some days. Other days she sends assassins that wear the same, and he simply cannot let his guard down anymore. But he knew it was them that day.

They can see the exhaustion that pulls down his features, makes his words heavier. This is not the Archduke speaking to him in this moment - it is a tired, broken down man that has just seen a ghost.

Yet they cling to every word anyway, because even though this is a broken down man who is terrified of the ghost - the man still hopes the ghost will remember him, too.

They don't. But he doesn't know that, not this little picture of him, anyway.

The picture says that if they are seeing this recording, it means he is already dead - and although he had planned to sway them back to his side, he may not have been given the chance, and refuses to allow the opportunity to share what the two of them once had slip away.

He would gift unto them the memories that he could, even beyond death. The bloody ones, the happy ones, the painful ones.

And he talks, he smiles, he even cries.

And so do they.

[qiu-yan]

jiang cheng mdzs and sayaka pmmm have almost nothing in common, but somehow being a fan of both feels very familiar

let's see:

childhood friends with the morally outstanding protagonist

rather ugly reactions to life-altering trauma, does NOT just walk that shit off like a good woobie should

disliked by the stoic love interest of the protagonist

bodies nonconsensually altered

not as op as the protagonist

let's see:

disliked by large swathes of the fandom

accused of being entitled

canonically complex and thematically-relevant reasons for questionable behavior flattened into more easily recognizable story tropes

blamed for being tricked

accused of being selfish

why does this keep happening