#he stole this bone btw

[vampiric-kitty]

LOOK!!!

ITS ALMOST AS BIG AS MY WHOLE ARM!

Waves arm repetitively

-Nathaniel Briteshboi

(AM I DOINF THIS RIGHT???)

“…Hi?”

“What do you need, little one? Do you something from me?”

[leahrintarou]

Suna with an s/o who's really scared of thunderstorms pls?? Your work is always so awesome btw-

✩₊˚.⋆ SAFE & SOUND - suna rintarou

CW: y/n is scared of thunderstorms ofc, suna being a sweetheart, fluff, she cries just a teeny bit, reader with she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 1k

Author's Note: hi guysss, i hope that you enjoy reading this! i found it sweet and cute to write so i hope you enjoy it anon. (i'm so happy that you like my works btw!) ty for reading ;D show your support by leaving a like or reblogging :P

ever since she was a child, a mere girl in grade school, the reverberations of thunder and the harsh flashes of lightning that bled through her window panes had filled her with dread, a fear that dug deep into her very being. the tremors of anticipation, the oppressive silence before the crackling sky split open, and the way the air itself seemed to hold its breath—all conspired against her peace, robbing her of sleep. those sleepless nights became a constant companion, gnawing at her young mind with a persistent unease that lingered long after the storm clouds had passed. tonight was no different.

y/n lay beside suna, her eyes wide open, pupils dilated against the darkness. exhaustion weighed heavy on her bones, yet her mind refused to surrender. though her body ached for rest, her thoughts churned restlessly, denying her the release of slumber. beside her, suna embodied tranquility, his form rising and falling with each untroubled breath. he was a man who could sleep through any chaos—be it the squabble of the twins or even the catastrophic shockwave of a sonic boom. he seemed impervious, shielded from the disquiet of the world by some blessed indifference.

his arms were folded beneath his pillow, his broad back exposed and facing her, a silent wall between his peaceful dreams and her waking nightmare. his head, cushioned against the soft fabric, was turned away, as if even in sleep, he sought to shield her from his contentment. the room lit up briefly as lightning cast spectral shadows against the walls, and y/n stiffened, every muscle bracing for the inevitable roar that would follow. the thunder did not disappoint, crashing through the silence like a judge’s gavel, making the house shudder beneath the sound. her hands trembled as she curled into herself, seeking comfort where there was none.

she stole a glance at suna, his features serene and undisturbed, and guilt twisted in her gut. he had been through so much this week—long hours, relentless days—and waking him for something as trivial as this felt selfish. she should have outgrown this irrational terror; it was a childish fear, something to be dismissed like nightmares in the light of day. yet, here she was, her heart racing with each peal of thunder as if it were some primordial beast come to claim her. each fresh rumble tore another sob from her throat, her arms tightening around herself in a futile attempt to hold it together. her breathing was ragged, panic prickling at her lungs, and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, spilling over to stain the sheets below.

a sob broke free, soft but sharp, piercing the quiet. though suna was impervious to the clamor of the world, there was one sound he could never ignore. his eyelids fluttered open, his gaze bleary and unfocused, drawn to her shape beside him. “sweetheart?” his voice was thick with sleep, rough around the edges, like sandpaper against silk.

for a moment, confusion clouded his eyes, but comprehension dawned swiftly as the storm outside roared its fury, shadows of the tempest dancing across their room. “shhh, it’s alright. you’re safe, y/n,” he murmured, the haze of sleep dissipating as he reached for her, drawing her trembling form close. his voice, though still laced with fatigue, was warm and reassuring, an anchor in the midst of the storm.

“it’s so loud,” she whispered, her tears falling freely now, soaking into the pillow they shared. he felt a pang of guilt, a knife twisting in his chest, for her suffering. “why didn’t you wake me, sweetheart?” he asked gently, his thumb brushing away the wetness on her cheeks.

“you’re tired,” she mumbled, shaking her head, her voice laced with resignation.

he huffed, a sound that was half-amused, half-exasperated, and he found her chin, tilting her face up towards his. “and so are you. how long have you been up?” she shrugged, the movement small and helpless, and his hand slipped beneath her shirt, tracing soothing patterns along her lower back.

“a few hours,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a breath.

suna cursed himself silently, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. he should have known. he had been aware of the storm’s approach, but the knowledge had slipped away, lost in the depths of his exhaustion. another roll of thunder reverberated through the house, and y/n flinched, pressing closer to him as if seeking refuge. he pulled her nearer, her head resting against his bare chest, his heart beating steadily beneath her ear. “it’ll pass soon, okay?” he promised, his voice a low murmur against the crown of her head.

she wanted to believe him, to let his words soothe her frayed nerves, but it wasn’t about how long the storm would last. it was about the fact that it was happening at all, that the fear was still there, alive and pulsing, even after all these years. suna’s hand left the warmth of her skin, and she looked up, startled, as he placed both palms gently over her ears.

her world muffled, the roaring tempest outside reduced to a distant murmur, and she blinked up at him, eyes wide with surprise. the thunder rolled again, a muted tremor through the house, but the sound did not reach her. only the soft vibration of the walls registered, the storm’s voice silenced by his touch. “better?” he asked, his lips brushing against her temple.

she nodded, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. suna leaned down, his breath warm against her skin, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead and then to her lips, the gesture gentle and comforting. he guided her back down, her head resting once more against his chest, his hands still shielding her from the storm’s wrath.

she could hear his heartbeat, a steady, soothing rhythm beneath her ear, even as his hands softened the world around them. “thank you, rin,” she whispered, her voice heavy with fatigue.

he hummed, a deep, resonant sound that she felt more than heard, the vibration echoing through his chest and through her, anchoring her in the present moment, safe in the circle of his arms. for the first time that night, the fear began to ebb, her eyes growing heavy as the storm raged on outside, distant and far away, a mere echo of the terror it once was.

“get some sleep now, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

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[jrwibang]

Tough, Tried, and True Blue by @petersqlointrocks

Dear Lunadeyis, I’ve got… a problem. This (kinda hot?) Spider-Pirate-Lady stole my heart. I don’t mean that in the typical Chip sense though. This time, it’s literal. Anyway, she turned me into bones, Spooky, scary, skeleton style. My best friend, Gillion, he’s a Paladin of yours, and he’s really upset about all of this. I’m also sad about all this, but Gill… he’s your Chosen One, or whatever. Cheer him up, please? Maybe an easy quest to slay a small, evil dragon to save a very morally perfect princess? Well, if you can help or not, send good vibes his way. He’s not even saying “What the scallop!” anymore. Whatever happens, I pray to you, that we can find a way to just roll with it. I actually believe in only One True God, Chip OR Chip and Gillion embark on a dungeon crawl in the world's strangest cave. Featuring Dakota Cole, Timothy Rand, and THREE Original Characters. Also contains Pretzel, puns, evil hallways of hell and gayness, goobleck cameo, and excessive amounts of pink ribbons. The summary is the only thing in first person btw :)

Art by @candledotpng and @luna-spacedoodles

[lovebvni]

Shifting tips plz?

hey hon!! i’m going to be honest, i’ve been avoiding answering this because i feel like this is a three part thing. before shifting, during shifting, and after an attempt. so im gonna try to answer it like that.

!! long blog ahead !!

pre-shift

• before a shift, it’s good to meditate. get your mind, soul and intention on one thing, making an attempt.

• set an intention/affirm! for a few minutes, just say “i am going to shift.” “i have shifted.” “i will shift this attempt.” “i always succeed when i shift” or things like that. get it deep into your mind, into your bones! let the universe hear it!!

• do something to tire you out PHYSICALLY! this is some advice i haven’t seen before, but has helped me. if your physical body is tired, it’s easier for it to fall asleep so it can recover. but, after exercising, your mind and subconscious wasn’t doing much, so it still has energy to spare!

• hype yourself up! another thing i don’t see much, making yourself excited to shift. if you’re pumped with adrenaline, and then you’re about to do that action to get where you’re going (example, you got ready for a party and you’re getting ready to go in your car) you’re going to be like going CRAZY mentally and this will help u so much!!

• reflect! yeah, this is similar to affirming, in the way you’re reminding yourself of what you did and what you can do. remind yourself of that he attempts you made in the past, the symptoms you got, the times you temporarily shifted (or minishifted if u call it that) remind yourself of your power, your abilities!!

• read your script to where you’re shifting! if you have a script, of course, i know some people mentally script or don’t script much, but look over it if you have one. change little things, remind yourself what you look, the colour of your eyelashes compared to your eyebrows. random things like that.

• visualize it. “thoughts become things. if you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand” — bob proctor. this isn’t limiting yourself to visualizing, hell, you can SAY you’re doing it. like i sometimes tell myself “i’m going to shower” or “i’m going to make a blog today” then i do it. i saw it in my mind, i spoke it, now i hold it in my hand. and there’s proof! witnesses, bro! sometimes, all you gotta do is think it and believe those thoughts are real.

during a shift

keep focus! or as my pastor once said, keep watch! watch your thoughts, watch your mind. if it starts drifting away from the method and you start thinking you want a sandwich ( *cough cough* me and @shiftingwithhale *cough cough* ) then refocus and redirect your thoughts. “i accept this thought, i will now move back to shifting.” then focus on shifting again. your mind WILL wonder, and that’s not a bad thing! you are human as much as you are god! you will make mistakes! but that doesn’t mean you keep making those mistakes. yall, i accidently stole once and i CRIED MY FUCKING EYES OUTTT!! before returning it. i was so upset i accidentally stole, and i went back in that store CRYING when I gave it back.( i was like 4 btw. i was so scared, it was cold n i wanted to ask my mom for smth but i forgot when i was holding her hand 💀)

listen to a sub/theta waves/a guided method! just something! it helps the brain focus and calms the crazy side. this is obvs if u have the ability to. for example, i know someone who can’t have their phone after a certain time + their parents make sure to take it before and check on them. they aren’t into shifting, it just makes it extremely difficult to talk to them after a certain time 🙄🙄 if u can’t do this, dw!! listen to a sub before going to bed/while doing hw :)

when intrusive/negative thoughts come — “why am i doing this?” “this is stupid.” “i what if i mess this all up bc i gotta sneeze” WHO TF CARES!! LITERALLY MOVE. TELL THEM TO SHUT UP. TELL THEM U WRE BETTER! OR EVEN TAKE A BREAK BRO! the break can literally b a few minutes js to regroup. sit up so you won’t fall asleep, open your eyes, count your fingers and toes (LMAO?? this is specific to someone) and tell yourself “i can do this because i’ve done it. plus other people have done it, all over the world! if one can achieve, so can another.” i feel like it’s so powerful just to remind yourself that if other people can do it you can. if you wanted some new shoes but js got fired from your job n you don’t know what to do, then just wait for a moment. talk to ppl you know. get it done somehow, because eventually you’ll get those shoes, if not better ones!

just do it bro 💀💀 like actually. if you fall asleep after counting to 17 WHO CARES! an awake method can b an asleep method. your brain shutting off does not equal your subconscious shutting down. dude, it CANT DO THAT!! it’s always working, and it works better when your body is resting. keep that in mind.

after an attempt

CELEBRATE i don’t give a shit if you fully shifted or not. you did something. you committed to it. sure, i know it’s hard to keep high spirits, but celebrate the little things. isn’t thanksgiving coming up? be thankful that u found out abt shifting. be thankful you can do an asleep method n shift that way. don’t b mad u didn’t wake up in ur dr, be happy you woke up in a parallel reality and you’re even closer!

write down what worked and what didn’t! if something in your method frustrates or confuses you, change it or remove it. if you visualize in the middle of the method, and you don’t like it, drop it 🤷 do what helps YOU PERSONALLY! use this as a form of journaling. and also, take a deep breath and write out your frustrations w shifting. then write what you love about it. always balance the negative w positive <3

do a reality check! make sure you’re not in a dream. weather you shifted where u want to or not, it’s always good to get in the habit of doing reality checks. it may surprise u and allow u to lucid dream and then shift!!

be in the present! if you didn’t shift, fuck that! you’re here right now and that’s what you can control! sure, you didn’t shift in the PAST but you can in the PRESENT and the FUTURE! so focus on that. it helps with your hope and motivation <3

that’s all i have for u lovely! if i think of anything else, i will update this blog, bc i do rlly believe and hope it will help people <3 this is another blog that made me think, so thank you for that! :)

i love u honey!! i wish u the best on your shifting journey !!

[crysdrawsthings]

I have almost forgot to include these two sketches, so I will put it here, as a little bonus: little star and toxic yuri (gender neutral)

Compilation of sketches with three characters from the CCU: Extended Edition.

All three in one way or the other representing the fact, that taking mortal people and making them into immortal personifications of such exciting concepts as vengeance, ill omens or hope would give them various flavors of trauma and issues.

More specifically we have here Measse - woman of many anger issues, deific equivalent of hitwoman and part-time Morgoth cosplayer, naturally including having negative rizz (but thankfully not trying to convince people that he, in fact, has all the sex available).

Lily - the fascinating root cause of slavaboo elves, little ray of hope and kindness, who makes magic playing gusli and may or may not be terrified of her timeless future erasing her human side.

And Makar, who might need to go and get this constant cold checked at the medical professional, but otherwise is a uniquely unlucky personification of weaponized misfortune and bad omens. He also crochets and was born more or less alongside rotary phones.

[cantorpike]

btw i firmly believe jim does not own any pajamas. he either sleeps naked or in clothes he stole from bones

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone and the bunker part 4 and maybe the last part

You go down the last set of stairs and see two archways, to your right is the bathroom. That's Brandy in the living room btw. The outfit hanging on the wall is just one of their old outfits (again trying to fill space)

I imagine branch was old enough to remember that sharing a bathroom with his brothers sucked so he tried to make it not suck. Individual stalls for the toilets and showers. And a nice corner tub. There's not much clutter I can put in a bathroom that I didn't already put in each of their rooms 😕

Last room technically, the living room/dinning room/ kitchen. It's a big space and there were certain things I wanted to for sure put in. Like the bookcases on the walls, a bar for Bruce and Brandy to make drinks, different types of sofas, branchs round table that's seen in the TV series and movies and a decent sized kitchen. It was hard making the dinning room because they only seat a maximum of 8 (which isn't bad) but don't take up a lot of space. I wanted the living room to look mismatched bc branch acquired different things over the years. The bar is giving, like Bruce's room, beachy/sunny vibes. The dinning kinda sucks, even the biggest table didn't take up much space so I just made it wood to fit the woodsy vibe of branchs bunker. Blue was chosen as the main color bc that's branchs color, I'm realizing now I could have done brown or green or black but idk if that would have worked as well. So here's a blue kitchen, it has a coffee maker bc I imagine branch, JD and occasionally the others drink coffee. You can't see it in the photo but I used the vintage fridge, like he stole his grandma's fridge. I also added the fire thing (I forget what it's called) bc branch is prepared for anything, especially fire. Another thing you can't see, on the right wall I put up two aprons, a blue one and a lighter blue one with flowers. Like saying 'heres branch and Poppy's aprons'

That's all unless y'all wanna see the girls

@djmurphy @aerodominics @cow-boy000 @sharks-n-bones

[xatsperesso]

Hi, I read your "iruma is manipulative as a survival mechanism" posts and really liked them!! It really really makes sense to me. If a child is left in a neglectful place where they have no protectors, the child can very well choose their method of protection as being perceived as extremely nice, likeable and good. Pretending to be "good" and "happy" might be a trauma response or a survival strategy for him. I hadn't thought of it through this angle before, so I really loved your posts on it!!!

Thank you!! I've had this idea for so long but i cant commit to it right now and im afraid that when im ready to commit to a long fic I'd have lost my love to m!ik

And the idea of iruma choosing manipulation as a survival mechanism (i really like how you worded it im stealing that) just makes so much sense to me! Like what can a child really do? With their short legs and weak arms that makes them so so weak? With adults always undermining them and humouring them and just controlling their lives whether it is for the best or for the worst?

The best thing iruma could've done is to play nice and play cute. Never let anyone know how his home life is because he doesn't know anything other than the neglect. Grows up a bit and goes from collecting fruits to hunting fish, from living in the wild to learning that the city has a lot more food that is a whole ass lot tastier! From acting very cute in front of street vendors for some food to stealing from shops and selling what he stole "to raise money to charity!". From being his parents slave helper to being a big source of money to them

He grows up some more and realises that other kids dont do what he does, that they don't give their every second to pay back to their parents, but he also realises that there are kids who have a lot worse than him. That most of them go unnoticed, and that those who are noticed and rescued usually dont get what they are promised. Not when they're so old, so bitter, so untrusting

And so he keeps on hiding, acknowledging that he's owed a lot more than he was given, but doesn't utter a word in fear of the unknown, because at least he knows what to expect in this household.

He gets mad and angry at his parents, at the world and at every adult who does not notice the pain that he's in, but doesn't hold ontothe resentment for long as it is very hard to hide a hatred that runs deep into your bones.

So he smiles and laughs with his peers, he respects and does what his teahers ask of him, he steals and sells and works and works and works for his parents in fear that one day he'll become of no use to them. That one day they'll abandon him before he's old enough to survive truly on his own

And that's exactly what they did, didn't they? They pushed him off the nest before he could soar on his own. Threw him at a pack of wolves for money that could barely get them through one year, and these are people who have not worked for over ten years.

And to be fair to them (Which is a very hard thing to do) iruma did agree. Maybe out of fear, maybe out of hope, maybe out of curiosity, or maybe because he lost hope in the world that he lives in, but he did agree to be sold.

And now it'd take time for him to truly believe that he is safe. That he is wanted. That they aren't just pretending to get something out of him. That he is truly, utterly and wholly loved by everyone around him

Btw iruma in this au will keep on pretending and convincing himslef that sullivan doesn't love him until the heartbreaker arc when sullivan hugs him out of pure relief and fear. Iruma would so hesitantly, so tentatively raise his hand to hug him back, but the second he does his hands latch onto his suit, his whole body starts shaking and he tries to hide his face into Sullivan’s shoulder to hide the fact that he's crying, because no one has ever cared this much about him.

And you can bet that at this moment sullivan would not let him go. That he would craddle him in his arms and hold him as closely as he can without hurting him, that even whe they're in the saftey of their home (home! Not house! Home) sullivan wouldn't let him go, until Opera comes and tells him that he needs to sleep. That he could take iruma to his room if he wishes to, but both of them need sleep

Anyways, thank you so much for telling me how you feel about this idea! And I may have rambled a bit but i didn't really know what to say but i really appreciate your ask!

[cranb3rryb3rry]

me having to search through wips manually because i don't know how to find words instantly </3

BLUE | Nothing Left (Except for Bones)

But the real beauty is the thin silver chain underneath the coins. It's short, but every few links, there's a gem (alternating between blue and red).

SURFACE | Links reuniting with modern! reader

it worked for a while. but being on the surface always reminded him of you.

EMPTY | You and I (A Vow)

“You’re sobbing at an empty grave.”

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oh god who do i tag

@ozzieboy711 get tagged loser lmao

@agreenseil my cool mutual

(NO PRESSURE AJKSHJKLSHJJIA)

me when i literally don't talk to anyone and have no one else to tag

tagged by @baronetcoins (tyyy)

rules: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like) and share the lines where they show up in your wips

my words: desire, reluctance, behavior, meeting

desire | DSMP Firefly AU

He had no good memories of Hera and no desire to ever return.

reluctance | CF12

Jesse knew their Ghost was looking forward to showing them the Tower, yet that didn’t abate their reluctance as they raised their arm to call the elevator down.

behavior | DSMP Firefly AU

Wilbur was no longer sure what game he was playing, as sometime between yesterday and when he’d entered the cell ten minutes ago, the commander’s behavior had shifted.

meeting | CF12

The shop’s latest location sat in a small meeting room between the Courtyard and the Hangar, colloquially known as “the secret room.”

tagging @houseofmcallister @utlana @collapsingintojupiter @featherfang and anyone who sees this and wants to participate

[radiance1]

I cANNOT believe this thought has escaped me for so long.

Okay so, you know my phoenix Vlad au I created, where he's the Duke of the Black Flame and by extension, one of or THE Duke of the Ghost Zone? (Honestly haven't decided yet heha)

Yea, ok so.

I don't know how it escaped me for so long, but y'know how Phoenixes are immortal right? By how they get reborn anew from ashes, yes?

(Idea territory btw)

So, I'm just gonna say that Vlad experiences that, because unlike Danny, he didn't stop aging at the ripe age of (really can be anything, but for the sake of this specific idea I'mma go with with) 40. He's envious of this, because he didn't like the brittleness and fragility of the human body when it's reaching its last legs.

Not even his ghost form was safe from the effects of aging, which baffled him, truly, it did. Probably had to do with his status as a halfa, which he disliked but what could he do about it, really.

So when he was finally on his last legs age wise, he practically welcome full death with open arms, ready to fully die and not be impeded by his human body.

No longer would his bones be break so easily! No longer would he need to use a cane as a walking aid in human form! No longer would his back scream at him from the slightest of inconveniences!

He would miss the ability to spawn candy from out of nowhere, however. That was nice.

So when he died, he was fully at peace with it and was ready to embrace full ghostly hood.

Then fate just decided to do a "FUCK YOU" with all caps to him in particular, because when he reopened his eyes, he was not met with the being a full ghost, no.

He was met with short limbs, a high-pitched voice, and the appearance of a 5-year-old.

You have got to be kidding.

He did NOT outlive Jack Fenton (out of spite, really) and Maddie Fenton just to have to relive his child years all over again.

He was a Duke for Observants sake, he couldn't be seen like this. The reputation he worked so hard to build, the respect he clawed into his talons and the awe he stole would go down the drain if this got out!

So he discreetly made his way over to the Master of Time and demanded he age him up to a respectable degree!

.

Perhaps he should reword that.

He politely requested the Master of Time to age him up back to adulthood, it didn't even have to be him in his forties! He would take even a goddamn 20 for Ancients sake!

Clockwork said no.

Breath Vlad. You cannot burn away the literal manifestation of time itself. You cannot burn away the literal manifestation of time itself. You cannot burn away the literal manifestation of time itself.

Then he noticed Clockwork's cheeky grin.

.

The more logical, sensible side of himself told him that no, do not try and fight the literal Master of Time, he would lose, and he still needs something from him.

But the more irrational, noticeably more feral part of his brain demanded that time burn for its insolence.

And, well.

The irrational side won out.

So of course, of course as soon as he acts undignified.

One Danny Fenton has to appear at the exact moment.

This was not a good day for him.

And of course, being the worst brat on the planet and the entire Ghost Zone, he had to make fun of him. Now, normally he would not react as strongly as he did, because of logical thinking and how he was just better than the brat, but was he feeling as logical then?

No, not really.

For the last time, he did not throw a goddamn tantrum, he's above that.

So of course, what two braincells he currently had access to came up with a solution to this current problem he was facing. The solution?

The Observants.

Appearances be damned he was not going to be taking jokes related to his current age any day of the week. So he flew over to them, dragging both the Master of Time and the Ghost King (yes, shocker I know coming from me.)- both of which, much to his charging seemed to be humoring him like one did a child- and demanded they do something to fix this.

And their solution was that he, now as a young child, would have to be taken care of due his current situation.

Vlad bluescreened.

Then calmly rebooted, and when he finally did so. Well, he very not so subtly decided to burn the Observants to the ground.

Unfortunately, Danny- who was practically his total opposite in nature due to his ice- put a quick stop to his attempts to burn those floating eyeballs to the ground. Then they had the absolute gall to act as if what he did wasn't at all reasonable and proceeded to use it in evidence for why he needs a guardian of all things.

He didn't need such a thing, he was perfectly capable of making logical, rational decisions as he was before his... 'rebirth'. Unfortunately, his statement apparently wasn't enough for them, because they very obviously, and very physically showed their doubt for such a thing.

And then, and then they did the absolute worst, most utterly reckless decision they could have possibly made in his decision.

The Ghost King (who was very smoothly made king after the previous one stepped down to live on a farm) was made to be his 'guardian'.

He's doomed.

The man wasn't even able to take proper care of himself on a good day, what do you mean he's going to be the one to (forcibly) take care of him!?

Ok, breath Vlad. He is the smartest (now that Maddie's dead), most logical and persuasive person he knows, surely, surely, he could find a way to get himself out of this predicament like any adult would.

Some small, tiny part of his brain, one not run by logical and getting increasingly bigger, whispered that he could always just. Run away.

The thought was getting more and more tempting the longer this went on with him not getting away, so you know what?

He did just that.

And now he's wandering the streets of some random world where goddamn heroes roamed about, living the life of an orphan and wondering how the hell he managed to fuck himself over so bad.

...He blames fate. It's always fates fault.

Also, what the hell is a meta and what does his wings have anything to do with being one???

[blkkizzat]

Okay would I be wrong to say that-

First of all, gojo would be an EXTREME Drake/Nicki (Meg too) fan?? Choso definitely blasts Rod Wave and XXXTentacion in the car, at home, and sometimes with his brothers. Toji is giving BIG DaBaby and Kevin Gates energy (Choso freaky ass listens to Kev too it’s just always in private😂😂) Geto is like a mix of Khalid, Tory Lanez, 6LACK, Giveon, and a lil J. Cole sprinkled in dere🤏🏽. Sukunas def giving Desiigner, King Von, Nardo Wick and mayyyybe Travis Scott…? Anything aggressive. (I would say Baby Kia but that’s the easy way out and we die like men😤) And Nanami fs listens to Miguel religiously, even before he meets usss. Also Fetty wap, T-pain, OutKast, and Akon after he meets us.

Anywayyyyy… just a thought😏 I’m dying for your opinion on thisss😫

omg yasss! you get it!!! do we share a brain cause YESSS to ALL of this!!! waiit i love u sm for this cause i have many thots when it comes to music and jjk...

I'm convinced Gojo and Drake the same people in different timelines dkhskdjahsdkjads Drake literally calls himself the 6 god.

AND THIS WAS ONE OF HIS LOGOS!!

Gojo reppin young money til the wheels fall off (and they wont cause he rich! hfjchsdkjhsk) he love him some nicki and wayne too!

This was one of the first headers I made for my blog

sidenote: Dogtooth by Tyler the creator is one of my fav gojo coded songs.

LMFAO Choso DEFINITELY bumping xxxtenacion and rod wave. Although I do think Tory's Alone at Prom album (a MASTERPIECE BTW) is super Choso coded. WAIT u got me HOWWWWLING though cause I'm picturing Choso door locked, under covers headphones on listening to Kevin Gates with a college ruled notepad taking fucking notes like "okay...feet facing the ceiling, then i put my tongue in her ass and kiss on her kitty..." (supergeneral freestyle)

Toji definitely got black air force energy so Da Baby and Kevin ALL DAYYYY. Rockstar by Da Baby reminds me of Toji so much. Workout by J. Cole and Mask off by Future. FUTURE IN GENERAL LMFAO. Fitting that Gojo is Drake and Future is Toji and they have beef now lmfaoooo. Cause I def see Toji being tight Gojo stole his bitch jfdhsdkjhaks. He also listens to Migos and 21 savage.

OTW by Khalid is like my FAV Geto coded song, you on the MONEY with that. I also think he is hella Travis Scott coded imo. Also Geto smoother than a motherfucker so yass to Giveon and also Chris Brown (like Under the Influence??? omg). I also think Geto is very The Weeknd/Abel coded cause of the self destructive/dark themes of some of his songs... like "Blinding Lights" and "Faith". OMFG so guilty pleasure headcanon is Geto is into the reggae scene in Japan (which is actually pretty big) and he loves dance hall music so he be bumpin Daddy Yankee and Sean Paul LOLOL. But then also Afrobeats in general cause he would blow your BACK OUT slow and sensual to love nawantiti by ckay fhjkadshsdk.

I can def see Sukuna bumping Desiigner and King Von! My fav Sukuna songs are "No Church in the wild" by JayZ and Kanye. Also Power by Kanye. Also I think Sukuna would bump Kendrick when he on mad time lmfaooo. Notorious Thugs by Biggie and Bone thugs is SO Sukuna. So is steady mobbin by young money tbh. "try me and ill have yo people reading eulogies" (gojo tease lmfaooo). Lmao infact wait Sukuna is Wayne and Toji is Gucci Mane on that song dhkadkahsdk.

Nanami is the one who is the hardest for me to make a playlist too but i like your ideas, I can totally see outkast being his vibe and I never thought of that before OMFG. I also think we could really influences his choices too. Idk if you like Glass Animals but Gooey gives me Nanami. So does French Montana and Swae lee "Unforgettable". Here is a screenshot of my Nanami playlist its all over the place LOL

what do you think???

[former-jrwi-fic-recs]

Tough, Tried, and True Blue

by @petersqlointrocks

Dear Lunadeyis,

I’ve got… a problem. This (kinda hot?) Spider-Pirate-Lady stole my heart. I don’t mean that in the typical Chip sense though. This time, it’s literal. Anyway, she turned me into bones, Spooky, scary, skeleton style. My best friend, Gillion, he’s a Paladin of yours, and he’s really upset about all of this. I’m also sad about all this, but Gill… he’s your Chosen One, or whatever. Cheer him up, please? Maybe an easy quest to slay a small, evil dragon to save a very morally perfect princess?

Well, if you can help or not, send good vibes his way. He’s not even saying “What the scallop!” anymore.

Whatever happens, I pray to you, that we can find a way to just roll with it.

I actually believe in only One True God, Chip

OR

Chip and Gillion embark on a dungeon crawl in the world's strangest cave. Featuring Dakota Cole, Timothy Rand, and THREE Original Characters. Also contains Pretzel, puns, evil hallways of hell and gayness, goobleck cameo, and excessive amounts of pink ribbons.

The summary is the only thing in first person btw :)

Word Count: 23,774

Status: Not Complete (7/10)

Submitted by anon

[jay-m3]

Guys I'm not kidding

But I need to read a Adam x Vox fanfic, I don't even know if they have a ship name yet. Wtf? Like...ElectricRock? Idk.

Anyway, I want these men to just fall so hopelessly in love. Talking about the men that screwed them over and all that.

I want Adam to experience his first gay panic. Like, this dude, Vox, is not just a sinner, has a fucking TV for a head, yet his nagging is just so...cute? Where the fuck did that come from? Doesn't matter, it just reminds him how a wife would nag at her husband. No big deal, it's not like he's imagining how Vox would look on his knees whining in the exact same tone...fuck. Scratch that. Vox is such a control freak. He wants it like this, no Adam, this go here. Are you ready yet? Just leave him alone you stupid hot man! BTW thank you for getting him a new guitar. Also for making him look good in public. Anyway, Adam will so totally be trying to push Vox's button to see him glitch. By either smudging his screen with his greasy hands or just entering a meeting room to just stand in the corner, slurping on a slushie. Also, fuck Val. Adam will stand behind Vox like a dog whenever Vox and Val have a yelling match. Vox is fucking that tall bald headed twig lookin bug? Adam is so much better! He's tall, has a full set of hair, packing meat in his bones (and other places) and he doesn't have bug eyes. What more can a guy want?...shit.

Then I want Vox to just think that Adam is just some loser who is experiencing defeat from the guy that stole his wife and shacked the other one. Even if it's not the same thing that Alastor has done to him, but he understands the hate. Also, Adam is such a prick. Not like Val of course. Nothing like Val by how Adam would call out anything he dislikes which happens to be how Val treats Vox. Which...OK. Vox can appreciate someone so confident in themselves and...yeah. Also, Adam is a provider. Not sure if it was due to him being the first man on providing Eve and all that. Just it makes Vox feel special when Adam would bring back Vox's favorite food and fixing (he tries) furniture for him. Oh no. Vox knows this feeling. He has felt it with Alastor and Val. His two experiences with men, (One broke his heart before he even process his feelings and the other took the lead) didn't end well. Vox only action to this is just watch. Watch Adam like the obsessed freak that he is, the way he drove Alastor away and the way it drove Val into thinking he loved to watch him fuck other sinners. It doesn't matter, Adam is clearly straight, especially the way he talks about girls.

So please send me links about them please. Thank you and gave a great day :)

[hey-cringelord]

been obsessed with the older brother dynamic with aomine lately

kinda goes both ways: him having older brother figures and him being the older brother. mostly thinking of this role in relation to touou, but nijimura was his first older brother figure without him realising it. nijimura couldn't help it; he sees this rowdy kid and wants to pummel him (older brother instinct) while also maybe wanting to put band aids on scraped knees and ask him if he's alright without actually saying anything (come play basketball with me. come have lunch with me. let me lace your shoes before the game.)

after imayoshi leaves touou, wakamatsu takes on the older brother role that nijimura did. only then does aomine realise what was goin on at teiko, what nijimura was to him and why he felt so weird when he gave the captain position to akashi. wakamatsu's not as nice at him, but aomine doesn't care. it's the kind of rough-housing that boys grow into and he finds he actually kind of likes it. their bickering from aomine's first-year becomes less genuine and more like an annoying habit. wakamatsu nougies him once and aomine elbows him in the ribs hard enough the vice captain has to stand in while he's getting checked out for broken bones. they're alright after that.

between him and sakurai, there's about nine days separating them in age. either way, aomine's taken up the big bully of an older brother role (entirely on accident and definitely started on accident the first day he stole food from his lunch box) but sakurai accepts it; it's an unspoken bond between two only-children. sakurai gets used to aomine's rough headlocks when he so much as reaches into his bag, and eventually starts making a substantial amount of food for him and aomine. (he once tried making aomine a lunch; he said it doesn't taste as good as stealing it from sakurai's).

listen. i just really fucking want aomine to have brothers he can look up to and pick on as someone who has his own sibling troubles. enter nijimura and wakamatsu as aomine's unofficial older brothers and one sakurai ryou, subjected to the same treatment.

post 100% inspired by this ep btw as well as this art from twt

[abhainnwhump]

Prompt: 'I'll make you mine' but Nightmare keeps misgendering Ink. In order to fullfil his goal with him, Nightmare keeps insisting that Ink's a she/her and is very girly/into the girly stuff.

Ink: oh i'm a he/they btw

Nightmare:Understandable (keeps calling him a 'she')

Ink:💀

((Nightmare: See Ink? '..A girl' is the second most searched result when searching 'Is Ink sans...' on Google. Are you sure your not a girl?? /j)

Second Part Third Part

(Content warnings: Misgendering, mentions of torture, misogyny, humiliation, sort of eating disorder)

Ink did his best to avoid Nightmare, peeking through every hallway before using it. He shouldn't have been, they finished another training session and Ink's throat still burned from posion, but it wouldn't hurt to check. He sighed in relief when he noticed he wasn't there. Ink pulled at the collar of his dress as he walked to his room. His scarf was so much better.

Ink set his hand on the door handle, but a cold breeze brushed against his bones before he could open it. Ink bit back a groan and turned around to face Nightmare, pushing the tendril off his shoulder. "Did I forget something?"

"No, no. I was just wondering why you ran so quickly. I know sweet little girls like you are sensitive, but I hope I wasn't that harsh. You just need to learn to pay attention."

Ink scowled for a second before putting on a smile again. His fingers felt like they scratched him instead of caressed him. "Night . . . I'm not a girl, I'm a guy."

Nightmare chuckled and booped his nasal bone. Ink scrunched his face. "Ah, no. I know what you are, you're the one confused right now. But this just tells me we need to work on you accepting yourself in training."

Ink crossed his arms, staring at his pink sleeves. Despite his usual urge to argue, he knew there was only one safe option. "Fine . . . I'll work on it tomorrow."

"That's my good doll." Nightmare seemed satisfied as he melted into a puddle and dashed through the castle's shadows. Ink rolled his eye lights and walked into his room. He dug out the jacket he stole from Dust and put it on. It covered the pink and helped him feel more like himself. At least he got to choose what he wore!

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Dinner came around that night. Ink ended up running late because it took forever to cover his old training cuts with makeup. They still didn't heal. The VSS were already settling at the table. He walked into the banquet hall, but paused as he heard something odd.

"Where's . . . Ink?" Horror asked as he sat down.

"She'll be here shortly." Nightmare sipped his wine.

Killer paused in the middle of a bite. "She?"

"You heard me. I want you to call Ink a girl, it's the quickest way she'll learn what I want her to be. Make her believe it and I'll take more drastic measures if needed. It's all part of my plan."

The MTT gave each other a weird look. Ink hoped it meant they had his back, at least a little bit. Killer finally spoke up for them. "I mean . . . alright, boss."

"Excellent." Nightmare looked up. Ink thought he was looking right through him.

Ink debated his options. He could go to dinner and be completely humiliated, or he could skip dinner and get a physical punishment. What would the cost of skipping be? Probably a few bruises, but Nightmare might even praise him for skipping a meal. He never fed him enough because he needed him skinny and pretty. Ink's phalanges dug into the wood of the doorway. He was just going to be put through the same thing no matter what they did. It was like Nightmare was trying to destroy every part of his identity, but why? He loved him! Ink ignored the tears in his eye sockets as he went back to his room, still hungry.

You're such a stupid girl.

Unfortunately, it's only the third most searched question (ignore the sound bar).

[neolxzr]

if you wanna yap more about the au id love to hear btw!! and can't wait to see the little comics if out post them :D

OK PERHAPS JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE ...

(revision after i wrote everything. it was not a little bit)

i imagine it all starts off where till is off doing his normal cryptid hunting things in the woods on like a friday evening and happens to catch a glimpse of sua and ivan outside of a spaceship in the middle of the woods. he watches one of them transform into their human form from a far distance, and manages to snap a singular blurry photo. the flash goes off and gives away his location, though, so he instinctually runs off before he can see more

(btw, the disguises don't change their clothes, only their body. the human clothes are real. although they were probably synthesized through weird alien technology or they stole them not 100% sure yet)

cut to monday, he's in class, and one of his teachers introduces two new students who have just transferred to their school from some unspecified other country. till is immediately like THATS THE ALIEN I SAW BEFORE and the two of them also talk strangely and have some weird device attached to their ears. he calls them out for being aliens, in front of the entire class, very embarrassingly, though of course this gets him nowhere.

i dont have like this ENTIRELY planned out at the moment but pretty quickly the main 4 settle into a sort-of friend group. mizi is incredibly friendly and befriends the two new students immediately, and till reluctantly spends as much time as possible with the two of them out of wanting to protect her and keep an eye on them for possible funny business. mizi doesnt NOT believe till that ivan and sua are aliens, but she befriends them anyway. till and ivan immediately settle into the type of relationship the two of them had in anakt canonically---they're constantly bickering and probably getting into fights in the hallway.

as much as mizi and till are best friends, mizi is quite the busy gal. she's always involved with school events and is in multiple clubs so she's only free during lunch about twice a week, of which she always spends with till. the rest of the week, till spent that time alone until the aliens showed up. he doesn't think about it for a while but eventually realizes that maybe theyre not so bad to have around. till's mom tells him after a few months of having them around that he seems happier. he's not sure what to think about that

this au is just lighthearted silliness mostly, ivan coming up with (real? fake?) world-conquering schemes to rile up till and get his attention and mizisua slowly developing a very cute romance. some aliens come to earth and accidentally learn how to love.

i think what i settled on for ivan and sua is that they were in fact sent to earth to do some kind of scouting of the planet to see if its worth anything for their crazy conquering alien empire, but they pretty quickly discover that they actually kind of like it there despite all its flaws. they are eventually discovered (by a familiar face maybe?) as being "traitors to the empire" or whatever but itll all end up fine in the end i promise i have no angst bones in my body

if this was like a serialized TV show i would imagine after enough time has passed and its clear the aliens aren't really a threat to mizi or humanity or anything like that till just kind of accepts the fact that theyre here and part of his life and he allows himself to be fascinated by their existence and their technology. ivan shows him his disguise willingly and till probably stares into his eyes which look like tiny galaxies and its pretty gay. if i was a more prolific fic writer the ivantill romance would be such a slowburn

so like assuming this is a tv show like the first season (or maybe even two? idk) of the show would be almost entirely set on earth and then once some big season finale event thing happens they start having adventures in space afterwards. i want mizi and till to get alien disguises at some point i love drawing aliens if that wasnt obvious

OK SORRY this got out of hand i didnt mention everything cuz i wanna have some surprises but thats a bunch of my ideas ^_^