#can't believe its been this long

[handsofred]

It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[rsvpepicme]

Wow.

[petricorah]

scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[cryiling]

thinking about that bkdk edating in middle school trope, except they're amino boyfriends 💀

they meet on an all might amino community. katsuki is one of the community mods, and izuku is the leader of an analysis club on there. izuku's posts were often featured and very popular in the community (he was def a microcelebrity), and katsuki always gave him a ton of amino coins on his posts.

for a challenge he's hosting for his club, izuku makes a huge deep-dive post analyzing all might's rise to fame in his bronze age. this post gets close to 10k likes, and katsuki gifts him 5k amino coins on the post. when izuku sees that number, he freaks out and assumes it must be a mistake since that's a huge number, who in their right mind would give him that much money??

he messages katsuki (who's username is 𝓓𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ⛓️💥) (LMAOOOOO) and asks if the amount of coins was a mistake + offers to give them back. katsuki tells him that there was no mistake, and that he just really liked izuku's post. izuku is really flattered that this guy liked his analysis so much, and they continue texting back and forth for a while.

they follow each other and put each other in their bios under "bffs," and a month or two after that, they officially become boyfriends. izuku buys amino+ using all the coins katsuki had given him (katsuki keeps spending his allowance to buy more amino coins so he's super rich). they start matching profile themes after that, switching to a new theme every month. they have matching profile frames and chat bubbles and everything, and izuku makes a sticker pack of all might faces to use when texting katsuki (sometimes katsuki uses the stickers too, but only when texting izuku)

everyone on all might amino knows they're dating, since they're both such high-profile people in the community. they become the community's it-couple, and people love commenting on their walls how cute their matching profiles are. katsuki comments under all of izuku's posts praising his analysis, and izuku always replies with a string of all might heart-eye stickers.

6 months into their relationship, izuku tells katsuki he can call him by his real name. up until now, izuku had gone by the nickname "golden" in honor of all might's golden age. when izuku tells katsuki his name, though, he doesn't get a response. the next day, izuku wakes up to find that katsuki's profile has been deleted entirely.

izuku feels like throwing up. he doesn't know what happened to dynamight, if he caused this, what could have caused this. he debates deleting his account too, ashamed and confused and hurt, but ultimately decides against it. he changes his profile theme back to an aesthetic picture set of all might in his iconic golden age pose, and continues posting on all might amino as if nothing happened. he doesn't reach out to new people on amino again.

when izuku gets into ua and his workload drastically increases, he stops finding time to post on amino, eventually deleting the app entirely (his profile stays up, though).

in second year, izuku is sitting in the common room with his friends, somehow having been roped into a conversation about dating. "you've never been in a relationship before, have you, deku-kun?" uraraka asks him.

his friends' eyes all focus on him, and he blushes. "well, i had an online boyfriend in middle school, but i'm not sure if that counts." his friends gape at him, clearly surprised. some other people lingering about in the common area also tune into the conversation. katsuki is one of them.

"really, midoriya-kun?" iida says, doing his best to hide his blatant shock. "i must say, that sounds rather out of character for you!"

"did you guys break up or something?" todoroki asks.

izuku grimaces, remembering what happened. "i told him my real name, and then he deleted his account. i think it was because of my name, but I guess i don't know for sure."

uraraka frowns. "that sucks! he didn't deserve you anyway. what an asshole move." the rest of izuku's friends nod in agreement at that. out of the corner of his eye, izuku sees katsuki get up from his armchair and storm out of the room.

months later, izuku and katsuki finally start dating for real. izuku is so overwhelmed with happiness, and katsuki's eyes light up every time he sees izuku. one night, though, katsuki pulls him aside. "there's something i need to tell you."

izuku frowns in confusion. "what's up?"

katsuki takes a deep breath. "...i'm dynamight."

this does not clear izuku's confusion. "um... yeah, i know what your hero name is."

"no, it's-" katsuki cuts himself off, then starts again. "i was dynamight on amino, too."

izuku feels his heart drop. he's not sure what katsuki is saying, why he's bringing it up. "you... we were... you mean we dated back in middle school?"

katsuki nods, eyes on the floor. he doesn't say anything else.

"why did you..." izuku licks his lips in apprehension. "why did you delete your account?"

katsuki is silent for a moment. "i freaked out when i found out who you were," he finally says. "i mean, you know how i was treating you in real life back then. and we had been texting all that time, and i had been comforting you from the bullying you were going through, only to realize it was me who was- i didn't... i didn't know what to say. and obviously i was really immature at the time and wasn't ready to process my feelings yet. but that whole thing helped me realize my feelings for you, even though i didn't want to accept that at the time.

"but," katsuki continues, clearly on a roll now, "that still doesn't excuse what i did. it was a shitty move. and i know i've apologized for how i bullied you before, but i'm sorry for this, too, izuku. i know i hurt your feelings. i swear i'll be a better boyfriend this time, i promise. uh- only if... if you still want to be together."

izuku can't even think of what to say for a moment, still silently reeling at katsuki's confession. eventually he says, "no, i- i get it. we were both pretty immature at the time, and to be honest i kind of got over it a while ago. but," he smiles, "that apology really means a lot to me. and of course i still want to be with you."

he leans in to kiss katsuki briefly. izuku doesn't think he'll ever get used to that.

katsuki rests his forehead against izuku's, eyes taking in izuku's face. "i swear i'll be an even better boyfriend than dynamight was, golden."

and then they lived happily ever after :>

[mutantfactor]

Fangs of Fortune | Zhuo Yichen & Zhao Yuanzhou 𓆩 .˚⋆ Darkest Night ⋆˚. 𓆪

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Omg I loved your herald viktor epic line idea I’ve been thinking about it nonstop. If u have time and energy id love to read it sooo much ❤️❤️

Since the Ithica Saga dropped last night my brain has not known a single moment of peace. "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" is just so insanely perfect for a Machine Herald Viktor x Reader AU it makes me physically ill. Like, seriously:

I am not the man you fell in love with

I am not the man you once adored

//

Would you fall in love with me again

If you knew all I've done?

The things I cannot change

Would you love me all the same?

//

Would you fall in love with me again

If you knew all I've done?

The things I can't undo

I'm not the man you knew

Viktor is so Odysseus coded it is PAINFUL. The pain of sacrificing so much of himself to survive. The regret of everyone he's had to leave behind, to betray. The ghosts of his legacy haunting his mind. All for his goal, the one thing he knows he's meant to do with every fiber of his being. Nothing, neither magic nor gods, will stop him from fulfilling that dream. He will not be the same once all has passed, and he will never regain all that he's lost. Can the person who loved him the most as he was before still love this version of him?

And the reader's answer...

I will fall in love with you

Over and over again

I don't care how, where, or when

No matter how long it's been

You're mine

Because what you loved about him is deeper than any of the ways he's changed. It's something at his core, in his soul, in the light of his eyes, no matter how tired they may seem now. It's your first kiss, it's the sound of his voice in your ear, it's the curve of his lips when he smirks, it's the way he looks at you like he falls in love all over again every day you're with him. Time may pass, and the world may change, but not this. Never this.

He is yours just as you are his, and that is the one thing that will never change.

[corviiids]

   Joker shouldn’t make a habit of knifing without looking, but he can’t help it. Akechi’s dispassionate expression as he watches himself dissolve into sludge under Ren’s blade is much more interesting than said sludge. Joker wipes off his dagger, sheathes it, and says, “Is it weird watching me kill you?”

   “It’s a novelty,” says Akechi.

   Another novelty: Ren’s never seen Crow dressed as Akechi before. It’s incredibly odd to watch him hop and flicker between hiding spots looking for all intents and purposes like he’s about to head to school. It’s odder still because the polite smart-casualwear doesn’t at all match the antipathy Akechi’s wearing on his face. Whenever they’d spent time together, Akechi had always worn a pleasantly interested smile; but that pretty face, too, was not what Ren had been pining after.

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chapter 9 of "as you like it" aka akechi palace au. 11.8k, the long trek to the treasure, the philosophy of taking a heart.

happy fourth birthday to this fic!!! 🥹

[fortysevenswrites]

the herpes of makeup and crafting (kastle, oneshot)

So I started writing this in like… June of freaking 2020, which feels like about 800 years ago, because time is weird like that. And also explains the early-seasons Selling Sunset opinions. I was scrolling through my WIPs the other day and decided that now was finally time to finish it, apparently, because it was about 90% done. Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to my friends in the Kastle fam! It’s been a minute and I hope you’re all doing well!

the herpes of makeup and crafting (oneshot) Word count: 3,384

Summary:

“I-I can’t,” she swipes a palm across her mouth, her other hand clutching the windowsill to keep her upright as she laughs and laughs and laughs so hard her belly hurts and tears leak from the corners of her eyes. “Oh my god, what happened to you?” Because it’s not just a little glitter, or some glitter, or a layer of glitter, or just enough glitter for her to notice. Frank is absolutely covered in the stuff.

Read on AO3

[dinolich]

ALL HAIL PRINCE VINCENT—

For today we celebrate his fifth journey around the sun.

[elvenwhovian]

this is not really an ask. I just wanted to tell you that you've been probably the second/third tumblr page i ever followed since April 2015. It's been officially almost 10 years for me here in this website and it all started with the Blue Sky Support Group. And I can't tell you how amazed I am to see that to this day there are people making art and content for this amazing story. I have my own physical copy here with me as I re-read it yearly every april towards the Portal 2 Anniversary, and I just wanted to say thank you for the amazing content you did all these years (from the AUs, the whole comic,)

You are so welcome! :3 And thank you for such a sweet message. You made my day!

[nobilisseoblige]

what to get him? it shouldn’t be so hard. not when he was the appreciative sort, and would find a way to like anything — if not the handiwork and craftsmanship of an item, then the thought behind it. he could, and would, appreciate a sentiment or intent behind a gift, or its use in practicality. ferdinand von aegir was not a man hard to please, and oddly enough, that made it more of a challenge than anything else.

so, what to get him? they had made their amends, hopped off the road paved with shards of glass and sharp pebbles, righted their course toward a smoother road of understanding and middle grounds.

he'd last gifted her a music box, then a daisy made out of paper. ferdinand was a man steeped in sentimentality, this much she’d discovered, and one who, despite having a surprisingly sound sense, was still underlined by a love for all things romantic and imaginative. beneath that haughty noble, there still dwelled a young boy—the same one who’d thought the street urchin a nymph that fateful day at the fountain.

would it not be fitting, then, to start from the very beginning? or at least, dorothea hoped.

“ferdie, do you have a minute?” she presents a particularly hefty-looking book, somewhat antiquated in appearance but beautiful nonetheless. the bound leather a muted color of mulled wine, offset by gold etchings of fair folk and horned beings on its cover, and framed by winding ivy. “it’s a busy day for you, i know, but i thought you might enjoy this in your spare time.”

“a book of fairytales not from fodlan. it comes highly recommended by a friend.”

who that is, she does not elaborate. nonetheless, she smiles. “anyway, happy birthday, ferdie. invite me to tea sometime and tell me about your favorite, yeah?”

{ Happy Birthday, Ferdinand Von Aegir 2025!

there was no performance in his demeanor, as he walked towards her, soft eyed and soft footed, to take the book into his hands and make it his own. what did he need of grandeur that was not already spelled across his face? he softened into it, enchanted by the embossed fae and imps dancing with pressed gold on their fluid figures. there were so many minutes to be had in a day—sparing time was like putting on new gloves. easy, right, and just snug around joints of his fingers.

“this is...” his fingers swept lightly over the gold detailing, tracing a vine to its curl, a horned silhouette to its crown. ���exquisite.”

his gaze flicked back up to her, searching. it wasn’t just the thought that stunned him—it was her, and the way she had chosen it. the same Dorothea who had once walked past his attempts at friendship without so much a glance, who had drawn blood from her thorns. and now, here she was, handing him something from another world, some distant land where wonder still ruled and fair folk danced with stars in their eyes. she could have tapped his penchant for fairy tales under one of her nails, scrutinizing it, but instead, she endowed him with a book bathed in moonlight.

"you truly keep the things I say in mind, do you? I must say, your attentiveness is the kind of thing that makes the world kind." perhaps this, too, was a sign. that fantasy and daydream had a place in this world. where he once was a child, now he was this— nineteen. and happier for it.

there was a hope that in gifting this to him, she had found peace where a shard of grief had once pricked her fingers. because there was only one time he could recall ever recounting his love for the wonders of a life just out of reach. could she have looked back to then and found it in herself to look at fairy tales in a different light?

with the book pressed firmly to his chest, he gave pause. what was that? an invitation to tea, was it? extended from her? he had half the mind to ask her if she was serious. because there were countless times he had opened up the floor to her, offering her a chair across the round tea tables in the gardens. his invitation. always. that she had extended an olive branch this time made him feel a joy like sparklers, like seasalt and meteors. all the strange undoings that came with having an avenue opened to you. he checked himself. was he gaping? did he look like a fool? his eyes, at the very least, blinked in awe.

"I shall!" he said all too brightly, the envy of all things green. "and you should know, I will read it from cover to cover. I keep my gifts well-loved, long after their days in the sun." after all, the boots she gave him during Yuletide were worn and polished thrice over, even today.

he bowed slightly, the side of his palm pressing deeply into his chest. “thank you. truly. you’ve given me more than a gift. you’ve given me… a return to something I will have no fear of outgrowing.”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

comic fans aren’t saying that we hate the fact that cherik are in the mcu we just hate how badly it’s going to affect the comics (and how it’s CURRENTLY affecting the comics) Charles and erik’s relationship is one of the staples of x men and they’re literally ruining it before our eyes since they’re bringing them to the mcu, and let’s be honest the comics are 10x more important for these characters then the movies (changes in the comics can change how the characters are portrayed in the movies so who knows maybe they’ll bring lilandra to doomsday to fight off the cherik gay stuff like what happened to the fox movies ahem ahem charles and moira stuff) It’s not only affecting cheriks dynamic and relationship ofc but also the other characters and where the storyline of the modern comics is heading!! so much regression has been going on!! the comics have been backpedaling into old storylines that we’ve heard thousands of times to appeal to the movie watchers + 97 fans.

now i dont want to say we're SCREWED INDEFINITELY..... waters are def rocky is all ima say...

[swordmaid]

this convo hitting so different if ur a lolth drow like minthara

[vladimpale]

missing hinata hours

this was made for the fanfic im currently working on where hinata goes missing and yachi basically moves into kageyama's apartment because neither can cope with his absence. i realize how misleading this sounds djdhsj

the fanfic isn't actually just about this, this part is actually really small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things but it's just something sweet i did for myself

[hesagoodone]

So in TRF, after already having witnessed Mrs H being Sherlock's pressure point in ASiB, instead of being alarmed at his non-reaction to her having been shot, John's first (and only) instinct is to go "YOU MACHINE!" on Sherlock and slam the door as he walks out.

"I know you for real." Do you, John?