#but not really

[syppys-den]

make them BFFs!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[aniisol]

this is him fr

[tategaminu]

actually very happy we didn't get Callum sacrificing himself to save everyone else (even tho he mostly did it for Rayla and Ezran yes). I don't want him to be a hero, I want him to be a villain who would sacrifice everything for the person he loves, please Arc 3 feed me

"A hero will sacrifice the person they love to save the world, but a villain will sacrifice the world to save the person they love"

[deliciouscollectorcrusadestuff]

Looking back at things, jax might be a character that might be the inverse character of the series, it's just something that come up to me because of a tweet shitposting saying they be mad if they don't see Jax cry. Another thing for this quick random theory is for was from Dexter, (yes that old show that had over 5 season and is having two continuation after it's ending) of that people with mental illness who aren't given proper help would become they way they are if they aren't given the chance.

With the way things are going with each tadc episode, I don't think that's possible and hear me out on this.

I feel like each episode’s issue applies to Jax, except he doesn’t get the benefit of the moral like pomni or the focus character does.

Jax doesn’t go to kaufmo’s funeral despite the moral of that episode being that there’s people that will care even after you’re gone. Kinger tells pomni to hold on to the people close to you, but the cast will tie up Jax and shove him to the side on the adventure.

And the moral for gangle being to not hold a fake mask for too long still applies to Jax as he holds his own version of his mask throughout the whole episode until the end.

Seeing how part of Jax Character lies within toxic masculinity and his treatment of others and how that effected his mental state, I don't think he'll be crying due to how mental state work, if one tells them selves that they are a monster for over years and that been supported by that narrative by other people.

It's going to change people, they are going to have a different psychological then what people consider to be normal.

In order for Jax to continue to changing for the better, not only does he have to revalute his morals and come to that said conclusion but depending on that person, they continue trying to fight off who they once were by internal/external means cause people are a bundle of patterns.

Seeing how there's not consequences in the digital world and how most moral thing a person can do is by external means, Jax is being rewarded by being an ass, the gang are willing to lift each other up but when it comes to Jax, it's out of the window.

I'm not saying that the rest of the episode that Jax would still continue to be an ass, gooseworx statement of him getting worse isn't to say that he's being a plain Disney villian. In the setting of the circus. It's simply not that black and white. Instead what we are seeing as Jax mental well being is being torn down again and again and with no positive help and with a group of people who are in a similar situation as him that also happens to hates him. He's only going to get worse.

This is where I feel like pomni would come in, or I maybe wrong.

This theory came from how Dexter father assumed the worse out of him and instead of treating Dexter PTSD the right way that he'll become a working member of society, refusing to see that light. He shaped Dexter to be a killer.

Any thought? I know it feels crack but can you see where I'm getting at?

There's something that need fixing but can you get where I'm coming from?

[discomoonday]

@tomfooleryandclownishshenanigans

in ponyville the bongs have horse appropriate mouthpieces, like those automatic cattle waterers where they press their nose against the paddle so the bowl releases the water

[vm-haunts]

King of Curses

So Danny finally got on JLD's radar, but not because of summoning, or ghost attacks, or anything like that.

No, he got noticed by pure accident, walking on the streets.

Why? Well it might have something to do with the baker's dozen of Ancients level curses wafting off of him.

Seriously this guy should not be remotely alive and kicking, what the fuck? Nocturne's mark alone would have sent him into unwaking slumber why is he up and around buying groceries???

...

In other words, Danny traded a bunch of claims with his ghostly friends and foes, intentionally or otherwise. Some of those are good natured, some not quite. But at the worse those just cause minor inconveniences. To him, that is.

Our beloved ghost boy might have failed to realize the ghosts are actually eldritch gods to the rest of the world... And he is half of one too.

[otp-more-like-killmeplease]

[puppetmaster13u]

They are frills yeah! And I love your art <3<3

As level 1-2 they're about the size of medium dogs to human size, but the higher the level, the larger the size. They're also in order of smallest to largest on the lower sketches, with Valerie [Cybernetic Basilisk] being well, huge. As in the fortress on her back is the dungeon. So outside of massive, I don't have specific size references lol.

Once more thinkin about this Prompt/AU

And I decided to sketch the level 1 forms the team (& Ellie) have along with sketches of their lvl 200+ Forms. I do believe Klarion is having a blast with his new friends and the Young Justice Team is going to have some Trauma from not knowing this is a Game.

Tucker: Lvl 1 Cat | Sam: Lvl 1 Sprout | Valerie: Lvl 1 Golem | Danny: Lvl 2 Dragon Egg | Ellie: Lvl 1 Celestial Snakelett

(Click for higher quality) Also they are all now Mountain Sized or Larger. Also pondering them all having 3 stages to their bossfights. Second stages is when they start using more magic & less "minions" and final stage is when shit hits the fan & the surroundings get Wrecked. Like Tucker summoning a literal storm & getting lightning charged, or Sam fully emerging from the caves, or Valerie unearthing herself and the team realizing the entire dungeon-city was On Her Back.

@victoria-has-no-secret @qitsin Both y'all reblogged with fun ideas so here @bleuyellow93-storytime you had very VERY fun tags so also here lol [If u don't want to be tagged I apologize] Aaand finally, @radiance1 I think you'd like these

[gkdeamon]

antidote and their brother uuhh python

[wormzandgutz]

bros

[growing-past-me]

Op turned off reblogs but I think everyone should see it

[ultravioletbrit]

“remember” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 342 words

“You do not.”

“I do too.”

“You remember the exact day you fell in love with me?” Regulus ask James incredulously.

“I think I nearly know the exact minute I fell in love.” James tells him.

“Bollocks.” Regulus says and James just shrugs. “Alright. When?” Regulus challenges.

“1 September 1972. I’m going to say…” James thinks for a moment. “…about 11:08am, give or take five minutes.”

“Oh, shut up, you did not.” Regulus dismisses.

“I did.” James shrugs, but his expression is completely genuine. “I didn’t know what it was at the time. But I remember it. I felt it. And it never went away.” James says.

Regulus softens, but still looks at James skeptically. “What did you feel?” He whispers and James smiles.

“I had just met you, you scolded me for calling you Reggie, shook my hand and told me my hair was atrocious.” James says with a small chuckle. “And I remember thinking ‘what eleven-year-old shakes hands and uses the word atrocious?’ But then I felt it, while we were shaking hands my stomach did this little somersault. And I didn’t know what it was, I had never felt anything like that before and I didn’t know what to do, so…” James trails off, looking at Regulus.

“So, you laughed.” Regulus finishes.

“And you thought I was laughing at you.” James smiles softly.

“And I hated you for it.” Regulus says, with a little pout.

“Yup.” James says, popping the ‘p’, and they both chuckle. “But every time I saw you my stomach did that little somersault. It took me a few years to figure out what it meant, but it was always there.” James tells Regulus as he looks deep into his eyes. “It’s still there.”

Regulus is gazing back at James with so many emotions and trying his best to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He puts his hands on James’ cheeks and leans in so they’re only a breath apart.

“You are a sap, and I love you so much.” Regulus whispers sweetly and pulls James in for a kiss.

[gleafer]

It’s SPOOKY SEASON! Which is the best season ever for a goblin like me!

Here’s my first (of 4) HallowOmens comic for October:

THE CHOWLING

The other three will exclusive on my Patreon/Gleafer!

[viviaj]

its 6:57 in the morning and you can vaguely feel kuroo’s cock pressing against you.

with his hand pressed against your soft stomach, he silently presses against your back. you’re not really awake, but you’re not exactly asleep either.

kuroo loves morning sex, he likes to feel you and hear your whiny sounds as your eyes struggle to adjust to the early light— as they adjust to him intruding your peaceful sleep.

he’s a pervert, he thinks for a moment; wanting to press his fingers into you while you’re barely awake. he thinks he should feel guilty, but you always react so dubiously that he can’t help himself.

with his cock still rubbing against you methodically, he reaches for your little shorts and slips his hand down to your soft sweet cunt.

he runs his hand over your thighs, and every part where you connect with him. it’s not enough.

he’s slipping a hand between your folds, gently feeling you. there was no intent to get you off; just a pure moment of wanting to feel you and touch you. he slips a single finger into you and its him groaning into your shoulder.

“baby?” he murmurs against you and a small noise comes from the back of your throat, “you’re so soft,” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“i have to, baby,” he’s sitting up and gently prying your legs apart, “i have to put my cock in you baby, okay?”

he’s not really asking, more so just letting you know. he’s not wearing a condom.

your body twitches up into him as he enters you, just letting himself feel around you. your hands move up to his arms as you murmur that he “shouldn’t”.

“i don’t see you making much of an effort to stop me,” and you just let yourself whine, eyes pressed closed as kuroo is everywhere on you.

“but we shouldn’t, kuroo, we can’t,” he thinks it’s funny when you act like this because as soon as he takes his cock out, you’ll whine and groan, just like you are now. you’re so predictable.

so he does that. he moves down to your neck, kissing you lightly over, and over again. “just the tip, please. please?” you’re begging, just like he knew you would. he loves you.

“oh? just the tip?” you nod quickly, “okay baby, just the tip.”

it is not just the tip.

with one hand, he’s holding your legs up; giving himself the world-class view of watching his cock disappear into your pretty pussy.

you’re breathtaking like this. smooth, and sweet and pretty. he can’t help himself, and how could you even blame him? not when he’s so close to you, and so sweet to you as he’s smiling down at your batting eyes.

“what is it? talk to me, baby,” no words come out, just a soft hiccup coming from your lips. “you don’t have to do anything, you’ve done enough,” his eyes soften with the softness in his smile; which do not correspond to the way hes moving in and out of you.

kuroo and you have never fucked without a condom before, and it shows. it feels so intensely different, with the knowledge that this is something you shouldn’t be doing, it’s explosive.

“gonna cum in you, yeah? just let me take care of you.”

“kuroo, we- we can’t, we shouldn’t,” you’re pathetically murmuring, hips moving up towards him. everything you’re saying is contradicting your actions, it’s silly.

“okay baby, yeah, i won’t, dont worry, ” kuroo lies. with your face buried into his neck, you mouth at the skin there, unable to say much.

he tells you how good you feel, how your cunt is so soft and he just can’t help it.

“you’re so warm,” you whine into him, the feeling of him cumming in you foreign, it doesn’t feel right.

kuroo reaches down to kiss you wherever he can manage to reach you, his arms keeping you where you are.

“good morning.”

[axel-ambassador]

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