#can you tell I’m projecting

[cologona]

Love to imagine that Jason both loved and hated his father.

His parents fight all the time, and it’s always about stupid shit with no resolution. They can’t live together but they won’t leave either and Jason resents that they’re like that.

Except most of the time Willis isn’t home- he’s at work or he’s at his [night job]. It’s hard and it can get really dangerous. Willis never mentions it but Jason knows he’s only doing it for him and Catherine. He’ll leave quietly in the morning and tell Jason to be good to his mother.

When Willis is home he’s usually in a bad mood, and if it’s a really bad day or Jason crosses him or catches his eye at a bad moment he’ll be the target of Willis’ frustrations. It’s not quite planned or intentional enough to be called a beating, but Jason does receive blows and it hurts and makes his little heart burn cold and heavy with anger he can’t express.

But Willis isn’t always in a bad mood, and whenever he gets the rare opportunity he’ll will take Jason out to town for something fun and something sweet, or in the daytime show him the tricks he’s learnt from work. He’ll show Jason off to his friends and brag about how quick he is on the pick-up, and look at him proudly. Jason would like to brush him off but the truth is that his father’s validation does feel good.

[camping-with-monsters]

“Your Smile, My Veins”

[weirdglassthing]

Huey and Gosalyn have some summer camp fun!!

This may have something to do with a comic idea I had

Ironically this is my last post before I go to summer camp (I kind of hope there are no glowing eyes in the woods but c’est la vie)

I will be back in a week hopefully with more ducktales art!!

Bonus:

(No, no he should not be)

[sincerelywhistler]

🍷 Monroe Rebane🍷

Seductive Nightclub Owner

He’s a messy eater ;)

You’ve already met Alioth, but his boyfriend surely finds it lovely to meet your acquaintance as well. Maybe too lovely… keep an eye on that one.

PLAYLIST:

PINTEREST BOARD:

[azzyangelfish]

When Babe is angry and needs to just get it out, Asher will play wrestle with them on the couch/living room floor. He matches their strength so that he isn’t overpowering them but not going super easy on them so they can get out their anger. After Babe gets tired out Asher will either shift into wolf form and give them wolf cuddles, or rest his head on their stomach or chest in human form like a weighted blanket (whichever Babe prefers).

[sopuu]

combining the lukas has slow mornings headcanon with jesskas

they kiss again under the cut btw. just in case you don’t want to see that. or in case you do 🤨

[pidgeonl0rd]

This is my GO2versary post

[ssruis]

Wxs but pony….

[tainebot01]

Finally figured out how to draw Wright and I've made it everyone else's problem.

[glotoru]

emo and tatted up trafalgar law and pink/sanrio gf core because opposite aesthetics look so good tgt and i wanna write teeny tiny headcanons 4 my fav <33

- law who lets you decorate his car with pink little trinkets and hello kitty keychains to let other ppl know his passenger princess was there

- law who gets embarrassed having to walk with you into plushie stores to help fund your collection of stuffies to fill up your bed

- law who lets you sit right on his lap n colour in his tattoos with the prettiest pastels he got you

- law who wears sanrio bandaids over scratches because those are the only ones you carry with you

- law who gifts you hot and baby pink matching sets from victoria secret because he knows how much you love them

- law who begrudgingly lays with you in your bed while you run your freshly done nails all over his body after showing him your new new set

- law who ignores your complaints about him throwing your plushies off the bed to make space while he gives you the nastiest head of your life

- law who tells you to cry to those fucking stuffies you won’t stop complaining about as he fucks you face down right into your bed

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[silly-goose-kid]

happy late birthday an shiraishi my beautiful wife GIVE HER A TUMMY PIERCING SEGA!!!

[maxpaulll]

Despite being *incredibly* behind on Redacted videos I still have Redacted thoughts from time to time.

Today? David and Angel who regularly shower together.

Not in the sexual way (okay, maybe sometimes in the sexual way) but in a sweet, domestic way. Washing each other’s backs and just taking care of each other in such a simple way. Just to make sure they’re clean.

Angel in the throes of burnout from work, they /have/ to shower to feel clean and like a person but they can’t bring themself to do anything more than sit under the hot water and evaporate, and David who stands behind them and patiently does their annoyingly long hair-care routine, applying their face wash, and gently spraying them down when he’s done-

David, who’s a wreck after the summer solstice, having Angel gently wash away all the sweat and tension away from the day. They’re massaging shampoo into his scalp as he melts, pressing kisses into his temple and wiping the soap from his eyes as they wash it out.

But it’s not just when they need it most. It’s almost every night (unless someone’s away) sometimes it’s just a weeknight and Angel is chatting about their day, or a late Sunday when David’s pulled an almost-all-nighter and Angel is trying not to fall asleep between the warm water and David’s calming presence.

That’s all vv

[ocean-breeze-pier]

No matter how I perform gender as a trans person it feels like I’m doing it wrong

[abyssruler]

scaramouche is the type of boyfriend to get you nothing on valentine’s day. only takes you out so he can have someone to rant about how stupid the day is and mock every couple he sees—never mind the fact he’s sitting very close to you and holding your hand and sharing a single drink with two straws with you on a public cafe, blatantly showcasing the fact he’s also one of those “disgusting couples having a date on this abhorrent day.” you look at him expectantly throughout the day though, which has him scoffing, because did you really think he’d be getting you a bunch of flowers and tooth-rotting chocolates?

the answer is, as it turns out, yes. not of his own volition, of course. if asked, he’ll blame it on you and the pitiful longing looks you directed at every couple within vicinity. scaramouche only did it because he couldn’t stand any more of it (and also, maybe because he was starting to feel a little bad at how disappointed you seemed to look with every passing hour that he did nothing—not that he’d ever admit that fact out loud).

the point is, scaramouche only did it to wipe that look from your face, with the added bonus of asserting himself as the superior boyfriend type among the other plebeians who loitered around his general vicinity, holding their significant other’s hand and looking utterly revolting. he made sure to get the largest stuffed toy and the largest bouquet and the largest assortment of chocolates, just so he can see the look of envy on the significant others of the other plebeian boyfriends when he hands you everything he bought using his mother’s credit card.

is he going to get a thorough scolding for using so much money in one day? oh, definitely. was it worth it? probably.

(he looks at the wide grin you sport the entire week and thinks, yeah, it was worth it.)

[kiwiaok]

convincing y’all to read one of the best kandreil fics I’ve ever read bc I feel like it’s not talked about enough:

(the fic is “the name of the game” by @dayurno and you better!! check!! it!! out!!!)