#fame verse.

[lilacsongs]

“  —  care  to  explain  to  me  what  the  hell  is  going  on?”  jongin  isn’t  foolish  enough  to  not  understand  the  concept  of  media  play,  but  this  is  crossing  the  line. / @artisn

[homenecromancer]

when i mention that memes are one of the reasons i came to tumblr, keep in mind that this is what memes looked like in 2009

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

pretty sure omegaverse is the name of the third spiderverse movie coming out, hope this helps!

ohhh thank you so much for the clarification!! that makes soooo much sense /j

[audristarzz]

POLLL TIMEE :3

I’m thinking about doing a intro to my other drs! Which one would you like to see!

[raaiinushifting]

HELLO EVERYONE

this is Ella (aka @raaiinu) and this is gonna be my shifting account

I personally hate how toxic the shifting community can be, so there is a zero tolerance policy for any type of bullying or harassment in or about this community.

I will be posting things like

- my script (s)

- things to script (for specific drs)

- places to script

- scenarios for your dr’s

- q&a’s abt shifting

(I take requests so feel free to comment or leave a message)

(@swiftiemoon222, @lilahslilies, @lily-174, @livelovelaughrandomness, @invaderri)

[herst0ry]

" history    ?       ryan sparks  is  making   𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆   as   the   first   female   basketball   player   in   the    nba. "

[poetess-trobadour]

Today, was a day.

Embraced in joys and sorrows;

Listen, love: enough was a day if all you did was

Lived it, breathed it, were here.

My day was one of those days,

Entangling me in sorrows more than joys, yet —

I have survived another one.

Darling, have a day,

If having a good one is too much;

Day by day, outlive all of your sorrows.

When a day happens to you,

Embrace yourself with understanding.

Listen, love: night is not meant to last forever,

Let yourself see the sun rise again.

Acrostic, November 2018

[stvrl0st]

nobody asked but here are some of my drs!!

-Harry Potter

-Harry Potter (2024) some ppl forget it's set in the 90s

-Marauders Era

-Mean Girls

-The Four Realms

-Fame

-Spider-Verse

-Summer DR

-Marvel

-Stranger Things

and there are some more that im just either embarrassed to say or can't think of!! (mainly embarrassed but yk)

ALSO if you have any drs you wanna rant about, you're always welcome to message me because hearing abt other drs is one of my favorite things ever UPDATE: no i do not shift for draco malfoy or eddie whatever his last name is.

[lilacsongs]

“i'm  not  crossing  a  line.  you  are.” / @artisn

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

anyone else find the lyric

If you let me I will catch fire To let your glory and mercy shine

extremely sobering considering the direction Paramore has gone in?

[petitsdieu]

୧‿︵‿︵ 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆🚿 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 🛁 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒕𝒖𝒃.

He’s a nebula spill, right off the fingertips, twice fed down the mouth— Her mouth. She's toying the idea of sucking on the digit with her lips pressed to his thumb-print. Her finger presses into his mid-palm. If she could hold his hand closer, she would.

Like fuse together close.

She could be closer all around. Parted at the knees to limb-fit easy into him, floating with him near the middle. It hardly feels like enough. She holds her mouth down. Her wet to the tip of him. Before it's falling off her bottommost lip to make room for a mouthful of words instead.

❛ I've never let anyone in my bathtime before. ❜

Maybe some lucky glance or two from the sideline. There's some past lover that might have lingered in a doorframe reading her a magazine expert that fed her Love-In ideologies. His name escapes her now. Captain Vought's eroded it from her temporal lobe. As in, how could she think of anyone else when he's around?

She turns into his hand now. Cheek into the hug of his palm. A playful bite-in. A warm kiss here, and there. Her thumb absentmindedly pets at his inner wrist.

All pulse-tension. All warm tenderness.

𝒇𝒕. @sieverts

[knbposting]

post-nba married aokaga where kagami couldnt stomach returning to basketball after his really awful injury exit when he was 26ish so he started working for his friend in her bakery and he ends up really loving it. she makes changes so that it's more accessible for him to comfortably work (like usually it's mostly standing work but he scoots around on a spinny chair). she's never got basketball so she doesn't really care if he's an ex-nba star or not. he's happy.

and aomine who stayed on in the nba until his body also starts to fail him, but his exit is definitely more of a planned retirement before he can do anything detrimental. he knows how much pain kagami went through when he was leaving the sport, and doesn't think that he's strong enough to cut it out of himself like he did. he doesn't know how much he'd have left. so he stays in and becomes a commentator. maybe he'll try coaching but he has such low patience for people who want him to hold their hand through anything. it's a shame because he's SO smart, and he knows SO MUCH, he'd be good. people offer him a lot of money but he doesn't want to. so no :)

[rockstarsoldier]

"¿Perdón?" Viviana looks at the man, confused, even tilting her head to the side. While her Japanese wasn't great, she was sure she hasn't said nor done anything to offend him. Or maybe she did and she forgot, because she was quite forgetful woman sometimes.

She frowns, trying to think what to say in Japanese without it sounding offensive. Japanese was still a struggle for Viviana, but she was trying her best to be polite and talk the language.

"Did I do something wrong? I did not mean to offend, I swear" The Venezuelan bows her head, like she has seen in the natives while walking around "I apologize, t-this is my first time in Japan, I'm still learning about... well, everything"

---

@uzumakiuser

[rakkikuroba]

Simmons : I created you.

Simmons : You created me.

Leon : Ada why did you create that guy?

Ada : I didn’t! He’s talking crazy!

[phoenixduelist]

An almost top secret level headcanon: Rozália has a twin brother called András Farkas.

Only four people knew of the twins' existence: Gemma who shortly died from blood loss after birth, Bulcsú the father whose decision was to separate them to ensure the bloodline's survival, Marcell who hid the child and his sister Julianna who watched over him.

Bulcsú picked Rozália despite the gender because she was a large, healthy baby and her cry reminded him of a lion. While András was...peaceful, quiet. Small compared to his sister. He only trusted Marcell with his secret, the boy should not know his origin unless absolutely necessary.

András also has green eyes, although with much more blue undertones than Rozália's almost otherworldly emerald green spiked with golden. Due to the massive difference of life and mental state, his features, his face is more gentle, his gaze is brimming with kindness, so does his heart. András knows Julianna as his mother, he was told his father died in a late Ottoman attack. He was raised to be a good man, and Julianna definitely succeeded even with the guilt slowly eating her. Now he is married to a golden hearted lady of his dreams, not of status but the daughter of the village's tailor. His family grew with five children, three daughters and two sons.

With how Rozália has turned out, changed for the worse after the dungeon, Marcell is content with taking this secret to the grave. As much as he loves Rozália like she was his own, he isn't blind to her ruthless ambition and demonic cruelty. He knows if she ever finds out, blood will flow, lives will be snuffed out without mercy and no second thoughts.

And Marcell is right. Especially if she learns this in her Queen verse, a brief interlude of madness spiked breakdown. Because this for Rozália would mean:

Two men, one her actual, the other her sworn father lied to her in their entire lives

If her father picked András instead of her, none of her suffering would've happened. She could've lived a happy, quiet life. Could've had a family she doesn't have to protect with all of wit, strength, rage, skill.

His existence is a threat to everything she's achieved. The knowledge of him could erase all of her hard work even if he wants to stay away from politics and continue being a happy farmer. He's threat no matter what because he's a man and inexperienced regarding ruling, not the cunning chess player she is. And she is both smart and ruthless enough to know that.

Therefore he must be gone as if he never existed, no matter how good the cover is. She's been found multiple times on the seas, the chance increases significantly in a relatively small kingdom. Along with everyone who knew him. She is incapable of killing Marcell; the morning shift would find the captain of the guards in his room with a blade in his heart and his own hand still tight around the grip.

The Devil would visit her brother when he's returning from the market a little later than usual, searching for his wife's favorite flowers. András would learn his true ancestry and no matter how he swears he has no intentions of going near her throne, Rozália's mind is long made up. He would try to reason he has a family. The last thing he'd hear is not to worry, they will join him soon. And they will, the wife, the children; all corpses found after the fire of their house had died down. Julianna? Poor old thing's heart probably gave up when she learned. As a broken windpipe isn't too noticeable.

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@kitxkatrp asked: There was the sound of an acoustic guitar in the most abandoned place. The woodlands opened up to a field with a barn that had been sitting there for at least 100 years. The fingers strumming the guitar clearly knew what they were doing, a soft southern american voice. He doesn't even know what country he's in, not that it matters. So long as he avoids the Devil's ever searching eyes...

There's a grayish horse grazing unbothered in the old field, and the man in question that belongs to the voice is seated haphazardly on a fence post strumming away and singing along to a song he knows by heart. One of his own writing, actually. (Francis Hunter) Unprompted

The young woman had found herself in need of inspiration. Her work demanded more content than ever and needed a constant supply of work handed to them. It left her in need of a way to come up with more, wondering if she could even keep up at the ever-growing pace of her popularity. It reminded her of the days when she was a teen star, temporarily in the light of the people before it came crashing down.

She was slowly building herself up again, a faceless person to grand, innovative music. Perhaps after this next round of lyrics and tones, she'll be able to find it in herself to demand a break. Sighing, she had found herself in the middle of nowhere. She wasn't sure if it was private land or not, but she'd always be able to apologize and move on afterward. All she was looking to do was spend some time in the field, taking in the views and wandering a bit to be able to come up with a few ideas before returning home by the time it got dark.

However, when she approached the area, she couldn't help but to overhear someone, somewhere... Looking around for a moment, she did notice the building off in the distance, but she could tell this place didn't quite seem in use...

But then she noticed the horse.

She found herself staring at the creature for the longest time, even if it was so far away. She had no idea how to react... Or what to do. she knew better than to approach, given that it could lead to a bunch of bad results. "It's... A horse..." she found herself putting, but then she forced her lips together.

She could just... Ignore the horse? But at the same time... It didn't feel quite right to do that...

"I don't even know anything about horses... Oh, dear..."

What to do?...