#forgot i wrote this

[greensaplinggrace]

people acting like nobody believing L about light at first vs everybody believing near about light in the end is somehow bad writing and a bad ending as if one of the first things near says isn’t “was this man at any point suspected by L?” and as if light wasn’t put there by L to be caught by his successors later and as if light didn’t spend four years dithering around in the Let’s Catch Kira Task Force without catching kira and as if light didn’t start acting completely out of touch as soon as L died and he got to take over as the new one. 

it was completely understandable that they wouldn’t believe L about this deceptively sweet teenage son of a police chief after he spun web after web absolving himself of guilt and actively attempting to catch kira, but that they would believe L’s successor about their cold and reserved boss who rose to power under suspicious circumstances and has not once actually truly attempted to catch kira. like... that’s not bad writing or ridiculous or even a double standard. it’s all the bullshit light’s spewed and all the traps L set up finally chaining him to the track leading to his inevitable downfall.

[wellthebardsdead]

*meanwhile in a realm where time got weird*

Shamat: I? Vivec?!

Vivienne: n-no I’m vivienne his reincarnation I’m not him I promise. Are you? Sotha Sil?

Wyrm: no I’m his reincarnation I’m too small to be sotha sil and you’re too cute to be Vivec.

Riiju-Lei: Hold on a minute are you me?

Shamat: I? I’m you? You’re? You’re Voryn?

Riiju-Lei: no I’m his reincarnation im Riiju-Lei- you look like me before I changed into a chimer are you-

Shamat: im his reincarnation too what is happening?

Ryn: Im his reincarnation as well, Vivi to me.

Vivienne: *runs to his side* y-yes sir.

Voryn: and im technically his reincarnation as well but not really, Wyrm come here dear.

Wyrm: okay! *runs to him*

Riiju-Lei: Two more voryns?! Wait- if why are there two dunmer versions of us and two chimer?

Voryn: I was rebirthed in the ash beneath red mountain and nerevar found me. I remembered who I was and returned to my true state with Azuras blessings.

Ryn: And I’ve yet to feel worthy of walking as myself. Instead I walk my path of redemption by nerevars side and in doing so help vivienne find his path separate from vivec.

Riiju-Lei: *looks at vivienne* oh you poor child to wear that monsters face-

Shamat: I? Monster? No Vivec saved me from Nerevar! Nerevars the monster!

Voryn: what?! No he’s not! You take that back!

Ryn: I’ll cut your tongue out for speaking ill of him!

Riiju-Lei: I- hold on let’s talk about this!!

???: talk about what?

All of them: *look over to see 3 nerevars standing there, all equally perplexed as each other*

Voryn: …am I dreaming?

Riiju-Lei: what blissful realm of oblivion is this? Have I died?

Ryn: I think so this is too perfect to be real.

Shamat: three of him. *faints*

[ellerbean]

Cherry Gelato

She was my weird friend.

Everybody had one, right? Sarah. Sarah was my weird friend. Maybe I’m not saying this right… she was my friend and that was weird. You see, Sarah disappeared from school last year. I remember walking to school that day, I was kicking leaves, mad about something, and she just wasn’t there. Then she wasn’t in class the next day and the next day and the next and then Sarah, who? I was so curious. No one really noticed, no one really cared. I didn’t think she had friends at the time. Me? No, we were friendly, but we weren’t friends. Sarah just disappeared and then, poof! She came right back. No one noticed, no one cared. She was the same. Her hair always so frizzy, cut short hugging her chin, it would usually calm down during the winter. She still didn’t know to put on eyeliner and her outfits were still varying fashion disasters from business casual to pajamas. Just as quiet as I remembered, always putting her head down to sleep during class. Same old Sarah. Except –

She started hanging around me. We had classes together sure but this, this was strange and different. Sarah and I would sit in the library together, she would study with me, well we never talked. We just would be in the same vicinity. Sarah would follow me down to the music hallway for lunch. She would sit a polite distance away from me. Sometimes, if she finished eating early, she’d occupy one of the piano rooms and play the same few stanzas over and over. I was humming one on the bus one day and some kid over my shoulder started talking a mile a minute about something I’ve never heard of. That’s actually how I met Ben.

“You like Starcrusher?!” He demanded.

He was excitedly leaning over the back of my seat, “No sorry,” I explained while moving away, “I just know the tune from my friend.” That was the first time I referred to Sarah as my friend.

My friend.

Should I call her that? Can I? Wait, are we even friends?

“Are we friends?” I had been preparing for this question all day. She was sitting in the music hallway and sat on the floor across from her. My hands were sweaty as I waited for an answer.

“Why wouldn’t we?” she spoke before glancing up at me. She had already finished eating.

Agh, she did this all the time in argumentation class. Answering a question with a question.

“Well, we don’t talk much…”

“Do we have to?”

“I guess not.”

She smiled at me; it was a little alarming. Her face seemed to reject the entire gesture of a smile. Sarah stretched her legs out before standing up and moving her things to a piano room. That day she left the door open and that day she played something new.

And that was Sarah.

[mythrielofsolitude]

Photograph

Photograph

She was going to kill him the next time she saw him.

She knew it was part of his job.  But he had acquired a head concussion and bruised ribs and the nasty hand wound when rescuing the Qilin and she wasn't there to take care of him.

She loved her job and the promotion, she really did, but damnit her boyfriend was hurt and she couldn't bandage him up or stroke his hair and listen to his sleepy renditions of potions while he was falling asleep.

He told on himself in their most recent cryptid letter (never knowing if mail was confiscated they devised an animal code in case major things happened and they wanted to reassure the other person).

She wished she could snuggle him.  She missed the smell of his hair and his head on her chest.  They had fallen asleep together after the graveyard fight on the train and he had snuggled up so peacefully in her arms.  That was the only time she had ever gotten to hold him and she wanted that permanently so much.

All she had now was the photographs he'd sent her when he was forced to update his author bio.  He looked so good in it.  She had magicked it to her extra pillow so she could pretend he was sleeping next to her.  Especially since she was back in New York alone, no word on Queenie and Jacob was still hurting in his bakery.  

She had duplicated them and had another in her locket.  He had also sent photos of him with Teddy (that name), playing with Pickett, photos of the case habitats, and his menagerie habitats.   She yelled at him in her return letter (gently) and placed it in her bag to be sent on at work.

She was finally seeing him again.  Queenie was back (there was yelling then hugging), her baby sister was finally going to marry Jacob and her (HER) Newt was going to be there.  She bought a new dress for the occasion, had her hair trimmed, made sure her makeup was perfect, and slipped on her coat to apparate to Jacobs bakery.  

There he was, muttering about the best mans speech.  He looked so good in his suit.  He even touched her waist before she was whisked in by Lally to start the ceremony.  

The night was a whirwind of tears, laughter, toasts, and him.  Queenie and Jacob were tucked away in his apartment, she stole Newt back to hers and they kissed and kissed before wandering around the case and falling asleep in his cot in the case.  She had woken up in the middle of the night for a bathroom break and had untangled herself from him, did her business, then wriggled back into his arms.  He sleepily mumbled her name and she kissed his head before falling back asleep herself.

[sweetheartofmine]

open to: f/m/nb 21+ muse: graham. 21-26. sabrina carpenter. virgin. can be switched for any of my fems plot: graham is telling y/m about ( recently ) being touched for the first time, her first orgasm, and squirting unexpectedly. implied mentioned dubcon - does not have to be important to plot. the man of her story can be anyone, someone your muse knows or not, you can decide or i will ! connection: ideally someone who she has a parental, nurturing relationship with. ( step ) relative. family friend. boss. teacher/professor. priest. or any other you can think of !

"… and when he put his hand in my panties, i felt so strange. i wanted to crawl out of my skin, but also it was like the only part of my body i could feel was where he was touching me." graham's words were steady, even. she was calm, she could go on. "he put his fingers ag-against me, down at the lowest part, and he said, 'you're wet.' he sounded so pleased with himself. i didn't know if i was. i didn't know what that felt like. i tried to close my legs but he wouldn't let me. and then he said, 'that must mean you want it.' and i started to tell him that i didn't know what he was talking about, what 'it' was. but i wasn't fast enough." a shudder went through the girl as blue eyes remained closed, reliving the moment behind eyelids. "he touched a spot that made me make this noise i'd never heard myself make before. it was like my body came alive. and i hated my body for betraying me like that." blue eyes flickered open to gaze into open space. "i never knew i could feel like that. he kept talking about how i liked it, and he held my chin so i couldn't turn away, so i was forced to look at him. i felt like crying at how good it felt." her gaze turned away now. "and then all of the sudden i felt like i was going to pee, and my thighs started to shake hard, and then it was like everything exploded from that spot, through my whole body. i couldn't breathe and my thighs closed around his hand again but he didn't stop me that time. he just told me i was a good girl, like i was a dog, and to let it out. and i guess i peed, but he didn't seem to think it was gross."

[peopleplacesthingsideas]

after i die from what I've seen

they will gather around me

and fashion lenses

from the glass of my eyes

to see as i saw

to see beauty

[secretly-a-trekkie]

[pilotsandgays]

just reread this while looking for a post jesus fuck i'm heartless

while I like to think that the scenes of maverick mourning ice are just not shown in the movie, i want to make everyone's day miserable today: what if maverick was still so preoccupied with goose and rooster that he never… noticed ice. mav never fully realized ice was the one pulling all the strings to keep him in the navy. when people told mav he had a guardian angel, he always assumed it was goose, and that ice just was a supportive friend but he never did anything behind the scenes for mav, because after all the rejection and loss mav went through, mav was still in denial; why would someone care about him enough?

he never realized who was actually his guardian angel. therefore, mav never really gave ice the appreciation he deserved. mav never realized how much ice loved him…until it was too late.

and ice? oh, he knew. he knew he would never get the fairytale ending of his dreams. he wanted maverick to bond with rooster so, unlike him, mav would have someone to “mourn him when he burns up”. sure, ice at least had sarah, but it was not the same. maverick was the one he loved so fiercely, but mav was just out of ice’s reach.

ice knew that he would die alone, his contributions to mav’s life still unknown to mav. so, when the time came, he wasn't scared; he wasn't angry. he was just sad. sad because destiny did not smile on him and his lover. he wished mav could've noticed. he wished mav could've really been his wingman. but what was done is done, and fate had already woven it’s deadly threads.

ice decided to pick up his phone. with a shaky breath, he decided to give himself one last shot. he would not hide in the shadows any longer. he typed in maverick’s name on his phone. he sent his wingman one last text:

i love you.

as ice closed his eyes for the last time, in his room, alone, his final thought was of what could've been. oh, what ice would've given to have mav by his side at his last moments. a tear rolled down his cheek, and ice took his final breath, letting himself lose the battle against cancer.

after all, ice saw no reason to staying alive if mav wasn’t alongside him.

[doodledrawsthings]

HAPPY NINE SOLS ON CONSOLS DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Little comic which is a parody of a scene in Gintama (I completely forgot what episode) 🥹

Also: they were co-parents (oh my god they were co-parents)

[chronocrump]

do you think they asked him to pose like this or he just did that

[bunnieswithknives]

AGhghhh writing is so hard. Im struggling with the pages after this but these finalized enough that you shouldn't have to keep waiting for them

Next

[shiqingxuanz]

the GAANG if they made presentations

[morverenmaybewrites]

wait r we allowed to send these in for characters u write for? :o

cuz i’m curious abt this one “What freaks them out the most in a relationship?” for jason

Yes, please do!

"What freaks them out most in a relationship?"| Jason Todd

Honestly, I think Jason Todd is afraid to love again, simply because of the way he loves. He tends to love wholeheartedly, without reservation, often to the point of self-destruction.

Remember that this is the man who endured at least six months worth of torture just so he wouldn't betray his father. Not a lot of people are capable of that sort of loyalty. 

To add insult to injury, it's very likely that he never got to experience any sort of positive reinforcement when it comes to loving a person.

In my Arkham fanfics, Jason's father was an abusive drunk and his mother was a junkie. While he learned to avoid his father, I'd like to think that he did hold some sort of love for his mother. He tried, in his own way, to take care of her, keep her safe.

He'd put a blanket over her when she was lost in her heroine-dreams, he'd wipe the drool from the side of her mouth, he'd leave stolen food next to her sweat-stained mattress for when she woke up. And all it ever got Jason, I imagine, was an absent-minded sort of affection. Perhaps she'd give him a vague smile, her eyes bloodshot and glassy, as if she wasn’t really seeing him, perhaps she'd ruffle his hair.

And for a long time, he'd think that was love.

Something rare, something small, but something that kept him warm all the same (for East End was a cold place), and he'd sip it like rainwater between his cupped palms, because it was all he'd ever known.

But then he gets adopted, and suddenly his perspective changes. 

Love, he realizes, can be patient. It can be his father Bruce, who somehow never got angry at him during those early days, when hope had warmed the inside of his chest like a swallowed star.

Love can be easy, he learns. It can be something as simple as Alfred, waiting up for him after a long rainy night, bringing him towels that were somehow always warm. It can be warm soup on the days that he woke up with a sore throat and a fever burning through his skin (and even to this day, he marvels at the idea that in Wayne Manor, food can come so easily--without stealing, without a fight).

But, he'll also tragically learn (or so he thinks) that love has to be earned.

I've always had this idea (and I stand by it) that Bruce did love his kids, deeply. But because of his own issues, he couldn’t love them in a way that they needed to be loved (and isn’t that true of most parents?).

It is the way Bruce never smiled at him when he was Robin. 

It is long nights of training just for a hint of his father’s approval. 

It is the constant comparison to another son, one who is faster, smarter, and better in every way. 

It is the way he thinks–and becomes terrified–that if he doesn’t earn his place in Wayne Manor, if he doesn’t earn his father’s love, he will be back in that cold place in East End where nothing can ever keep him warm again. 

And then Joker happens.

And then Joker happens. 

And no matter how strong he tried to be, how silent, no matter how much he tried to endure. 

He breaks (clean in two, a crack so wide it will never heal, you can trace the fractured seam of him and find the exact place where his heart was broken). 

Even worse, Batman breaks: he leaves Jason for dead (or so he thinks).

And a part of him will always think: is it enough? Was I not enough? 

Was it not enough to endure? To stay silent? To keep his father’s secrets?

Had Jason somehow, through some fault in his won, not done enough to earn being loved, being saved?

(Is he always going to be that small child in East End, and all he will ever know of it are vague smiles through bloodshot, glassy eyes? Was this his punishment for hoping for more? He can drink and drink and it will never be enough, the rainwater will always slip through his palms). 

And then there’s you. 

And at first he thinks it’s easy (as easy as warm soup on days when he’s feeling sick, as easy as a towel after a night in the rain), because you are brave and reckless and you are quite pretty when you smile. And it has been so long since he’s had a friend. 

It’s easy because you’re easy to be with: you read into his silences, you calm him down when he falters and you are braver than he gives you credit for (and there are days when he wishes that you are less brave). 

It is easy until one day, Jason realizes what’s happening and the first thing he thinks is that he can’t go through this again. 

He cannot be that child in East End, who follows his mother for crumbs of her affection like a dog starving for scraps.

He cannot be the boy in the Batcave, practicing over and over just so he’ll finally get to see his father’s smile

He cannot be Robin in Arkham Asylum, with a bullet hole in his chest and a brand burning on his face

And yet, and yet, Jason does not know any other way to love. 

He does not know of any other way it does not end in tragedy (and hurt and pain and betrayal). 

Oh, he is terrified. He thinks he fears you more than any other living thing in Gotham. 

To love you, he thinks, is to give you the chance to destroy him all over again. 

And he can’t, he can’t go through that again. 

(But oh, there are days Jason thinks you will be worth it.). 

[arolloyd]

Ykw scratch that tlnm and the Lego movie DOES take place in the same universe after all... I feel like most ppl don't really talk about this too much because tlnm is usually associated w Ninjago rather than the lego movieverse

[spectralbugs]

something something im so sorry im not the person we both want me to be. or whatever