#hopefully this is alright ;v; /

[skygremlin]

Some phos art before The End

It's been a wild ride lads 🫡

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines & Stan Pines, Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines & Stan Pines, Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines & Dipper and Mabel Pines' Parents, Dipper Pines & Dipper and Mabel Pines' Parents, Jesus "Soos" Alzamirano Ramirez & Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines & Stan Pines, Jesus "Soos" Alzamirano Ramirez & Mabel Pines, Jesus "Soos" Alzamirano Ramirez & Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines, Alcor the Dreambender & Mizar the Gleeful, Dipper Pines & Original Character(s), Alcor the Dreambender & Original Character(s) Characters: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Dipper & Mabel Pines' Parents, Stan Pines, Jesus "Soos" Alzamirano Ramirez, Belle Sterling, Lionel Sterling, Noie, Naomi "Noie" Argenta, Alcor the Dreambender, Mizar the Gleeful Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Transcendence (Gravity Falls), Character Study, Introspection, Character Analysis, Dark Thoughts, Family Feels, Familial Issues, Family Issues, The Mindscape, The Mindscape (Gravity Falls), Dipper Pines Needs A Hug, Demon Dipper Pines, dipper is between a darker phase and a lighter phase, leaning more towards dark, Protective Dipper Pines, Dark Dipper Pines, Dipper Pines is a Mess, I wrote this fic because I love dipper, and wanted to analyze him some, Also while I want him to be happy, I do also love angst and to see my faves suffer some too, like dipper, And Thus This Fic Was Born, Oh I almost forgot to tag this, Angst Summary:

Dipper has some time alone in the Mindscape.

And his mind then wanders.

He does not enjoy it.

[mitamicah]

11/13 Käärijä stickers 🦩🌴⛱️

Did I plan that I'd take this long between drawing the sketch and rendering the finished piece so that Jere is now on vacation again making this relevant? Nope, but it would've been fun if I had x'D

I couldn't leave Frank out tho :'3

⬅️Previous entry ➡️Concept sketches

[hirak0s]

Where's the big tylenol? (cont'd from here) || @5akanade || Kensei & Shinji

"You can…" And he watched that paper drop to the ground. He did remember when this wasn't his problem or his job. Did he miss it? Sort of. All this did was ratchet up his irritation again. But part of him also missed working for the Gotei.

"Wipe that look off your face, you look rediculous." He wasn't amused and sighed. "I know, but I'm behind on my paperwork because both of my lieutenants went and goofed off and here you are… how's your paper work going?" Ok, so Mashiro might be the one goofing off, Shuuhei was working hard with the Bulletin.

[twinkletalon]

And now the last one, and now whose turn?

[wintersettled]

here's a little guide for some dc comic recs <3 made quickly so its not the highest quality but this should be good for beginners <333

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[byanyan]

my queue is empty... but i haven't the spoons to write anything to fill it up for tomorrow 😔

[pocketpartners]

"Your Pokemon... she's very fond of you, isn't she?"

To the untrained eye, it might sound like Caitlin's not overly invested in what she's saying to the young trainer before her. Her tired, reticent expression certainly gives off that impression, but... at the same time, there's a warmth to her voice as she speaks. And after a moment, she gives a gentle smile - subtle, but there nonetheless.

"You must have been through a lot together. I'm sorry... I hope I wasn't interrupting you...?"

@dazzlinggleams ( starter! )

[frankenfrights]

Victor knows with absolute certainty that he cannot return home.

It grieves him to acknowledge that fact - when he thinks of his father, and reflects upon Ernest and Elizabeth and their own suffering in his absence, he feels so violently ill that he wants nothing more than to go running back into their arms. All of them are hurting from a wound that has not yet healed, after all - the death of William bringing what feels like an end to their happiness, never to be found again.

But while he knows that his actions appear selfish, he doesn't have a choice in the matter. Because he - he and he alone - is the true cause behind William's death, the one who brought his killer into this world! If he were to stay, wouldn't that place all of his family in danger of succumbing to that same beast's malice once again?

Perhaps he is a coward, but at least will they have each other. Victor, on the other hand, is alone. Having made his vow to keep them safe, he's now found himself wandering aimlessly through France, fearing with every step that the creature of his nightmares might find him again and strike when he least expects it.

"What a beautiful voice..." he muses, listening to a woman singing a song he does not recognize. It should bring comfort to his weary heart, and it does, but it's a bittersweet kind of appreciation he feels in this moment - as if the beauty of the song is exposing the rottenness of his soul in contrast, dragging it out where he can't ignore it. But when he realizes that he's been overheard, and that the singing has stopped, he quickly remembers himself and hurries to make himself known.

"I must apologize... I did not mean to bother you. I couldn't help but be drawn to your song, you see. It reminds me of someone that I used to know..."

@angelicrequiems ( starter ! )

[eldritch-nightmare]

another eyeless jack bot. here. here. take him. take him and enjoy <3

[strayslost]

It's not often that Verlaine gets to meet young assassins - those who've followed a similar path as him, even if the destination never quite the same.

There's always something in their eyes, though. Sometimes it's hatred, sometimes sadism - but more often, a guarded kind of wariness; the look of men who hold no trust in the world or it's people and who understand well the meaning of kill or be killed.

Verlaine can't help but wish they understood... that they have more than they think they do. They have the privilege of being human, of having a meaning to their existence - something that no matter how much bitter envy he feels, he'll never gain for himself. Though they think they do, they don't understand the meaning of true isolation... but, to be fair, he knows that there's no way that they could understand such a thing. And it's not like they don't suffer, as well. Of course, sometimes, even that suffering... is something that Verlaine wishes he could reach out and take for himself.

But this boy seems different. When Verlaine looks in his eyes, it's difficult to see anything at all. As if he's looking out into an empty sea, it's impossible to make out what he's thinking... and that's enough to catch Verlaine's interest, if only a little.

"You have excellent technique." he offers his praises towards the boy's latest kill, unbothered by the danger that revealing himself might present to him. "It's not often that I see one with so much potential. Ah... but I apologize. Watching from a distance like this - I really ought to mind my manners, don't you think?"

@sunderedscript ( starter for oda! )

[imminent-danger-came]

"I can't handle the fanon depictions of anyone", this is so true it hurts 😭

I‘ve never been so hyperfixated on a piece of media, without being able to read anything about it. The way every character get‘s flattened like a pancake and forced into a archetype is unreal.

I have like- 5 stories I can read and don‘t really engage with with the fandom in any way.

It‘s all just:

Monkey King is depressed and MK has to mother him and kiss all his boo boo‘s.

Macaque never did anything wrong in his life, it‘s all Wukong‘s fault. He is also secretly a mom.

What is Mei? Do you mean the month? Bitch can‘t even spell right.

Red Son‘s parents are still assholes, because parents changing for the better is impossible and children can‘t have decent parental figures I guess.

-Casually bastardizes everyone into an asshole so my fav has a reason to be sad-

"What is Mei? Do you mean the month? Bitch can‘t even spell right." IS THE FUNNIEST THING. HOLY SHIT. I'M CACKLING.

"I‘ve never been so hyperfixated on a piece of media, without being able to read anything about it" is also so relatable. I've never had my fandom experience be so self-generated before. I'm just kinda stewing over here, having fun, making my own gif sets and analysis posts. Maybe I reblog some fanart from time to time.

[cannotflyarc]

@heygutlcss's raefer mcclellan sent: ❝ i like you here like this. ...in my bed. ❞

when he joined her in bed these past few weeks, it hasn't been the same. ( and johanna realizes how joined her in bed sounds even when it was just to fall asleep next to each other. truly. ) ever since the beach, she kept waiting for him. waiting for a sign that would hopefully be as clear as the light in the lighthouse since she could be awfully blind with such matters. waiting for the word. waiting for something as simple as a touch. and it never came. she knew he wanted this just as much as she did. as she washed away all the salt and the sand from that night on the beach, johanna couldn't help the giddy smile and excited butterflies in her stomach. they wanted each other . . . when was he going to finally --- ?

she liked the beach. she liked the sound of the waves in the background. she liked the smell of the salt and the way he touched her. they clung to each other and she smiled at his questions and tried not to mind when her cheeks turned pink when she asked hers.

gaze is fixated on the little mark left on her thigh. her thumb runs over it now. johanna had been caught in the moment. she hadn't thought about propriety and the reason behind . . . she'd enjoyed herself. she was happy.

❝ i'm usually in your bed. ❞ she doesn't move to look at him. there's the pink mark on her thigh. it's almost as if she's surprised it doesn't disappear when she traces a finger across it. last night had been real. after her wedding night with anthony, all of that happened. johanna hadn't meant to scare him. she hadn't meant for riff to find out about any of it. is she going to cry like last time? her other hand rises to wipe at her eyes before any tears could fall. she can't ruin this.

teeth sink into her lower lip. johanna knows what he means, of course, there isn't anything like being in his bed after last night ( which, technically, happened just this morning. ) ❝ are you . . . alright with it? are you alright? i didn't hurt you, did i? if i hurt you, we don't have to do anything like that ever again. i'm sorry. i should have . . . been better. should i leave? ❞ finally, she looks up at him, searching for the anger or pain in his eyes. she's ruined it already, hasn't she? ❝ sorry. ❞

[fate-accursed]

// @deathwis ( tabitha. ) said: " promise you won't be cruel. "

The shelves are slowly emptying around them, and Abraham knows he'll have to send for a new shipment soon. His stock dwindles with each passing day; precious knowledge passed to eager hands, and none moreso than that of Tabitha Milton. It's one of the many things he likes about her, though he'd never dare say it aloud — too afraid of being forward, of crossing some invisible boundary that separates him from everyone else.

( They all have their place in this life, a path to redemption provided by the merciful Lord; Abraham would do well not to try and step outside of it. ) Perhaps in another life.

He wouldn't dare burden her with a long discussion, not the way he wants to, but he’s always been the curious type. Longing drives the beast of loneliness that gnaws at his chest, crumbling his resolve to stay quiet; it’s what makes the question finally slip this evening, seeing the bundle of books in her arms. ( Surely, it isn’t unusual for him to ask after the literature that keeps his friend customer’s attention? )

Impossible he would ever offer a cruel word, that he might sever the first, tender bud of a bond he so desperately wishes to possess — perish the thought. His eyes meet Tabitha’s with sincerity, solemn as always in his soft-spoken way. “I swear it,” he tells her, and he means it with his whole heart. “No judgement shall I cast upon your word, nor shall I utter an unkind thought. I only wish to sate idle curiosity."

[ssolessurvivor]

"I miss you."

memes - always accepting! - @princedickhead

"I miss you too."

The words had left his lips without hesitation or a second thought, really. It seemed like it was only yesterday he was in London and they were simply roaming one of Henry's favorite places. He hadn't wanted to leave once it was time to head back to the states.

In the stillness of the phone, Logan's smile was soft but heartfelt. Feeling this way, how he got a flutter in his heart and a warmth at the sight of a text or hearing Henry's voice over the static, it felt nice. He hadn't felt that way in a long time.

"So, is it my turn to fly over to you, or you to me?" He knew Henry would be able to hear the smile on his tone: they'd been talking for some time now. "Or are we keeping track?" A tease as he tapped the spine of his book, splayed open to keep his page on his leg.