#i absolutely bloody love it

[teuranghae]

━━━ ✨ 𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒

[teu-party] :: nct | [teu-mate] :: na jaemin | [teu-love] :: spirit animal [teu-style] :: fluff, hurt, comfort, established relationship, hogwarts au [teu-class] :: drabble | [teu-hwaiting] :: mari / hirokari

of amphibians and nicknames.

p: slytherin!jaemin x hufflepuff!reader (gender neutral) | wc: 0.6k | g: hogwarts!au, sliiightly hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship | a/n: !!! im so soft at the idea of slythering jaemin hehehe | taglist: @soobin-chois

"Na Jaemin,"

The boy can't help but let a small smile grow on his lips at the sound of your voice saying his name. Abandoning his divinations textbook, he turns around and his chest swells at the sight of you stalking towards him, though the expression you give him tells him he should feel otherwise.

"It was you, wasn't it?"

"Hello to you too," He quips back, hand reaching out to tug on your silk robe, admiring the reflecting yellow adorning your uniform. You ignore the slightly intimate action, adjusting your hold on your denim satchel filled with your textbooks.

"Hi," You sigh, giving into his antics. "Be honest with me, Jaem,"

Ah, that name you've given him, the name only you call him by and no one else. He can't help but gush at the fact that only you could call him that.

"did you turn Jung Pyeong into a salamander?"

"You look really pretty right now," Says Jaemin, averting the topic to you as he brushes the tip of his finger against your nose. You frown, nose scrunching when you move away, "Stop changing the subject."

Nodding, the slytherin sighs, rolling his eyes, "Okay, fine, yes, I did turn Jung Pyeong into a salamander. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Not turn him into a salamander?"

"Would you have preferred a frog?"

"Don't turn him into an amphibian, Jaemin," You upbraid, pinching the bridge of your nose. He raises his brows, "I knew mammal would have sufficed."

"No," You sigh as you set your satchel down to land a firm smack on the boy's arm. "Don't turn him into anything. Leave the poor dude alone,"

"What, and let him talk about you like that? Let him call you stuck-up, snobby-- he called you a mudblo-"

"He wasn't the only one," You mention, regarding to when you'd first met Jaemin. Having found out you were muggle-born, third-year him didn't seem to like that fact and started calling you names. You elected to be mature and have a civil conversation with him instead, and when he insulted you more, you settled for a good punch to his face.

And he supposes he fell for you... quite literally. Bottom first to the ground, but he'd still had never act like that towards him-- let alone a hufflepuff.

Jaemin winces at the memory, bottom lip jutting out as he meets eyes with you, a guilty glint in them, "C'mon, love, you know I'm sorry about that. I'm not going to let some asshole call you it, either."

Letting out a long breath, you look up at him, blowing against his face. Jaemin doesn't mind you, in fact you think he relishes the feeling as he closes his eyes. Arms wrapping around you, Jaemin keeps his hands at your side, "What can I do to make it up to you, then?"

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry."

"Not to me, doofus," You chuckle, patting his chest. Jaemin makes a sour face, "You want me to apologize to him?" You hum in responses, nodding. He pauses, eyes squinted in contemplation as he watches you shake your head up and down, at some point following you.

"...No..." He drags out, still nodding. "Yes," You insist, nodding along.

Deciding he can't resist your persuasive charm (all you did was give him a pleading smile), Jaemin caves in and groans, "Fine, you win. I'll apologize in like, a week."

"Good enough." You sing, giving your boyfriend a toothy grin. Seeing as its contagious, Jaemin breaks out in a grin as well, tucking his divinations textbook into your satchel and swinging it over his shoulder, his free arm wrapping around your waist as you both walk down the void hallway.

"Actually," You say. "If you'd have turned him into an axolotl, I think I would have kept him in a tank in my dorm."

"An axolotl next time, then,"

"Not what I meant, Jaem."

© hirokari, 2023.

[ziggizapz]

she mothered too close to the sun with these ones

[anxiousapplepie]

If all cooks competed against eachother which one would make the best food?

HA! In my humble opinion, if all the cooks were competing to find out who'd make the best food, I think Bonnie would win and smoke the other cooks out of the kitchen after everything is said and done However. If Cook!Siffrin was praying "please taste the best please taste the best PLEASE TASTE THE BEST" over his ingredients the other cooks won't stand a chance in hell of winning anything except pity and amusement

[oddfamiliar]

The Sillies™

[natjennie]

i want to explain my mental illnesses to robin and have him like nod and grunt along while i talk and then hum really sagely and give some beautiful touching life advice like "brain not bad just.. different. I've seen a lot of people. we all different. world would be big boring if everyone was the same. you just better at some things and worse at other things. that why we all work together, help each other. sometimes you fight mammoth and sometimes you stay in cave with babies. it all come out in the wash."

[dayurno]

since it is canonical from the now defunct extra content that kevin’s type is tall women with muscles i feel like he would be so into female wrestling and half of it would be him hauving couvid over the wrestlers roughhousing and the other would be covering his eyes when a bone is dislocated

[radaverse]

average costar and jack interaction

BRO'S SWEARING LIKE A SAILOR HELPPPP 😭😭

✨ pom au shitpost ✨

The Discord!

au by @darknoverse, @tireddovahkiin + me lol

costar & muran by darknoverse; mai by me

[ravenpureforever]

So guess who finally watched JJK

[autisticrosewilson]

So I’ve seen some Jason fans talk about how even tho they like him they don’t agree with his kill policy and how at the end of the day his stance on killing is wrong and I don’t really get it. Is it because they’re applying real world ethics to it? Cause yeah obviously killing in real life is wrong, but in a fictional world where it’s been proven over and over that villains, rogues, and violent criminals will escape and cause more harm, he says only way to truly stop them is to kill them, I don’t see how he is wrong? Is it completely motivated by his personal experience with death? Yeah, absolutely. But so are Cass’s beliefs and everyone accepts her stance on killing as valid. I would really appreciate your perspective on it because I’m wondering if I am missing something given how many Jason fans I’ve seen with this opinion.

I totally agree with you! I'm a big fan of Jason being someone who believes that killing is necessary and moral, and that he's not even wrong about it most of the time.

I think what it comes down to is the percentage of people who don't actually read the comics. The people who think Jason should give up killing forever are either the younger "but liking characters who are bad people makes you bad!" Crowd or Batfam/fanon people who are willing to saw off any edges necessary to make all their blorbos fit together. Both of these people obviously run the risk of completely misunderstanding the character and the overall role Jason is meant to play narratively.

I won't put the blame entirely on the fans though, Jason has had a LOT of bad writing (Scott Lobdell when I get you) and the writers kind of hate him, so I think us Jason fans are kind of naturally pretty defensive about Jason because god knows he's been through the character assassination ringer.

Personally I think that if you genuinely can't stand a core and fundamental trait about a character, maybe you shouldn't engage with that character. Jason fans who want Jason to never kill again, to follow all of Bruce's rules, to forgive Tim for everything (shit talking him while he was DEAD), to be besties with Cass and what the fuck ever should just go read Stephanie's comics. It really does seem like she's the character you guys want. And not the happy go lucky ditz that fanon made up, I mean feral, compassionate, rebellious, insanely intelligent and witty canon Steph.

[matd0]

CW// blood

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happy valentine's day :3 !!

he ate my heart :(

[syn0vial]

why did no one tell me that the last unicorn is metal af.

like,

[h-didanart]

Hey, so like, there was this post earlier that said “Nonverbal Bloodmoon” and I saw it and reblogged it and, uh, it wouldn’t leave my head

I made a bunch of doodles of my two technically nonverbal Bloodmoons

Yeah

First off, Fang! Dear beloved. The ability to mimic voices is one Fang has but words are rather tricky, even more so when the only frame of reference there was for a long time was in vaguely Shakespearean English. Fang is basically a weird fusion of a cat and a dog, communicates mostly through body language, and is also incredibly physically clingy on account of being essentially blind in most situations. The second picture features Fang’s twin, Scythe.

And then there’s Bloody. The not-so-silly-anymore boy. Bloody does have the ability to talk, they actually do talk sometimes even, they just don’t usually do it. The reasons for this are a bit hard to explain, the bottom line is that it’s a trauma response, selectively mute if you want an actual term. He’s the more expressive of the twins and already had a bunch of little things he did before shit went down, and afterwards he’s still rather expressive if less impulsive and energetic. They too are clingy but instead of sticking to the person they’re clingy towards they will have a thing that reminds them of the person and hold it for a while. Harvest makes a little cameo here, questioning Bloody’s clothing choices.

And now their dynamic being friends. Communication between them is hard. Neither talks, Fang can’t see, when Fang can see Bloody isn’t in a good space to talk, there’s plenty of challenges to their friendship. But they can deal with those, Fang has some pretty good hearing and smell and Bloody isn’t exactly the quietest walker with all the random things he carries, Bloody can often guess the mood Fang is on by looking at their tail movements, and for direct communication Bloody will usually spell words out on Fang’s hand (yes Fang actually knows the alphabet and the letters, just can’t pronounce them)

Pictured above is a situation I can summarize like this:

PROTECT FRIEND

*makes friend uncomfortable*

I AM A FAILURE

And them officially becoming friends :3

Bonus doodles :3

(Still workshopping their color palettes, was very close to giving Bloody a blue shirt but remembered they don’t like blue, and Fang feels a bit dull :P)

[good-beanswrites]

Fe Aspec Week Day 1: Coming Out

WOO It's aspec week time!! 💜💚 To no one's surprise I'm starting off with Lukas :3 I know we have the wonderful support convo when he and Python sort of come out to each other, but I was always curious about the loose ends that it brings up -- how he comes out to/is treated by his family, the woman he's left behind, his fellow nobles, etc. This drabble doesn't really answer any of those questions sadfsadf but it's coming from that thought 😂

Father,

I am writing to you now, so soon after my previous letter, as there is something I have yet to confess. It may be difficult for you to hear, but

The sentence stops abruptly, a small dab of ink at the corner of the ‘t’ where the pen had rested a moment in contemplation.

A man sits back at his at a desk. His candle illuminates the page, displaying a few brief lines at the top. He dips his pen in ink time and time again, but the page remains mostly empty. 

At first, the man believes his problem to be a lack of words. No title exists for men like him. He’s well-educated and well-connected in the army; he has an extensive vocabulary for how the upper and lower class categorizes its people. Whether it’s a scholar’s dull terminology, vulgar common language insults, or the carefully chosen phrasing of a gossiper, none of the usual descriptors fit him. All he has are the distantly connected criticisms he’d heard his whole life: “heartless,” “cold,” “detached.” 

When the candle burns lower, however, he realizes the real issue. He has far too many words.

Where would he even start? Should he describe his contentment with his life here? How not one of his fellows ever brought up the lack of a woman at his arm, or how dinners with the King and Queen themselves were filled with pleasantries that never touched on his romantic endeavors? Whatever his father had been preparing for, it had never come.

Or should he begin earlier, when he was first accepted by this group of people? He wasn’t sure if he could properly convey all that he experienced on that fateful night, speaking softly with the unit’s archer – a man he’d come to call one of his truest friends. The man had heard for the first time in his life that there were others like him. He heard that they were content. They were whole.

He could go back further and describe the moment that the realization first hit him. How his father had been right in a sense. Just as he said, one day when the man was grown, he would be in the arms of another, and everything about himself would suddenly make sense. There was only one difference. He’d been forced to bury that clarity, since it wasn’t the same kind that everyone else came to.

Or should he start even further back? He could recount all little hints that haunted him across his youth. His dreams for the future never quite aligned with those of his peers. Nothing ever seemed to align. His choice of stories to read, of games to play, of jokes to make. He wouldn’t ever claim he was mistreated as a child, but everyone would agree that the signs had appeared even then.

The man sighs. Where is the beginning, when one has always been this way? 

The clock strikes on the hour. It is late, and he will need to be at his sharpest tomorrow for drills and meetings. He has no more time to fret over words about his past. 

The man tries a new method, and wonders what his friends may write about him. He can’t resist a dry smile. He knows that he can never, under any circumstance, allow them to exchange any correspondence with his family. 

But the exercise gives him an idea.

He writes out a single statement. Then he blows out the candle and heads to his bed. 

there is nothing broken about me.

Cordially,

Lukas

[808sheartbreaks]

Strange Darling is gonna be THE movie for a lot of you freaks (I am also one of said freaks)

[thedeafprophet]

@sith-shenanigans Hope you don't mind, moving this onto it's own post since that post was getting pretty long

Honestly I really like your take on this, I can absolutely see that. I mean gosh, this leaves me wondering how many years its been? How old is October now vs then? When did they meet? My questions about the dynamic between them only grows, but this is an incredibly plausible for a reading here.

May seeing October traped with in parabola and being one of the few still in frequent contact with her by the dreams.... October seeing May make the same stubborn mistakes over and over again, growing older herself and seeing him as more and more fallible. Augh this breaks my heart (having a fantastic time here).

Yes yes yes yes yes thats exactly the way I interpert him as well. I mean, think about it. He's so, so old, he's watched so many people, so many cities, long past his own, come and go and fade to dust. How on earth could you view people the same after that? How do you continue to interact with people, remember that they are people, and not just specs of dust who will fade.

Yes May is manipulative, and possessive, and stubborn, and many other things. He has so so so many issues.... but he's also just a very sad old man who doesnt know how to view others on the same level anymore, and its so so tragic.

[zhainee]

another old piece bc one day i woke up and Thought Hmm Yes priest loewe.