#i cannot do names for the life of me

[enoe-of-noen]

M!Mc: *came home with a demon child in his arms, a stunned look on his face*

Satan: Uh…who’s that, dear?

M!Mc: …she wouldn’t leave me alone.

Child: …*smiles*

Satan: …why?

Child: Mama and papa didn’t want me anymore. Mc helped get me ice cream.

Satan: *looks over to Mc, bewildered*

M!Mc: I tried to give her to authorities but…

Satan: *sighs* Well, we can’t just keep her, can we?

Child and Mc: …

Satan: No-

Next

[idolomantises]

I mentioned it before but I’ve developed a bizarre obsession with Bronco Knight that I cannot describe. At first I was like “haha what an asshole I like him” and now I have a dedicated sideblog to him (it’s private lol), I’ve frantically spent hours looking for any fanart and fan merch I can find and I’ve been obsessively reading fanfics involving him for weeks.

Idk what happened. Why am I Bronco-pilled. Please help.

[thewizardwithmagicways]

Behold my very poorly designed shadowlily fankids

Their names are Blue Star cookie and Lobelia cookie (they are both named after kinds of blue flowers!) Lobelia cookie is very introverted, very withdrawn, and quite serious but even she can’t resist playing a (mostly) harmless trick or two on someone. She can use dark moon magic or whatever it’s called.

Blue star cookie is, unlike his sister, fairly extroverted. He is mischievous and adores making arts and crafty things. he is very sensitive and sucks at lying.

[willyhoos]

metamy is insane. like.

what if i was the hero you loved gone wrong. defeated and destroyed. rebuilt as my own greatest enemy. what if i lost everything. what if i had been reprogrammed to despise all i had once fought for. what if i couldn't even remember why i had fought at all.

and what if you were made of roses. what if you represented every beautiful thing i once died trying to protect. what if you wore flowers in your hair and cared for small creatures and had eyes the color of the forests i used to call my home. what if you were everything i once loved.

those memories are just out of my reach. infuriatingly. maddeningly. but if anyone knows who i am (who i used to be) it's you. if anyone can make me feel like who i used to be (who i really am) it's you. i can't speak, i can't breathe, i can't remember anything (but you).

you are the world i have been ordered to burn. i am the weapon you have chosen to resist. i was (am) the hero that you loved.

you are my only memory.

[braisedhoney]

Draw your favorite ghost! Mine's Ember.

“That would be me. Surprise.”

(ayyy flaming hair favs club :D)

[teddybeartoji]

being on here sure is a good distraction though things are not looking very sexy irl i can't lie

[fbfh]

do you still write for jj?

ooooh not only do I write for JJ but I kiss you on both cheeks for giving me an excuse to talk about one of my favorite obscure JJ thoughts. JJ x ballerina!reader (gn so technically ballet dancer reader, but you do dance pointe and in a more feminine style in pas de deux so do with that what you will)

They thought you were a kook for the first few summers since you clearly went to school off the island. It turns out you're not, you're just a scholarship kid to whatever fancy school you go to (something that Pope LOVES to pick your brain about since he's dying for a scholarship to his dream college)

at some point or another, there's a hurricane. you end up sticking it out with the other pogues. that's when they notice how... weirdly flexible you are. especially JJ. mostly JJ. it started off small, with you stretching a little while you guys are hanging out in the aftermath since the day after a hurricane is always a free day. JJ looked away from you for like two seconds and you just fuckin... dropped into a perfect split. he's surprised by this obviously, but he's more surprised when you seamlessly shift to a split on the other side, then a center split, bending and moving with impossibly flexibility. then a moment later, you're asking him "hey can you grab my leg?" as you stand up and stretch into a scorpion/needle pose. soon you're dragging him out of the room to "help you with something else." he FULLY thinks yall are about to hook up, but instead you put on this beautiful, artsy, erratic piano music, kick off your sandals or sneakers or whatever, and begin moving like a fucking vision.

you're rambling to him while you dance like it's nothing, but his jaw is on the fucking floor.

"This is the solo I learned last semester," you chuckle while spinning like a little figurine atop a music box, or something in a snow globe, or... wherever else he's seen ballerinas in passing before.

"If I'm rusty by the time I get back, Miss Raine will kill me." you chuckle playfully.

after a few moments, you finish, posed delicately on the ground. you look up at him, your cheeks flushed, your eyes glistening with mirth.

"holy fucking shit," he exclaims, making you blush. "goddamn, princess, that-"

he trails off with a disbelieving chuckle.

"That was fuckin' incredible," he says with a breathy laugh, then nudges you playfully, looking at you more closely like he must have missed something all those times he looked at you and never saw this magical ballet fairy hiding inside you. "you've been holdin' out on me." he teases.

"okay, okay, here's where I need your help." you begin, trying not to get too distracted. you reach out and grab his wrist, holding out his left arm palm up. "I'm gonna run at you like this-"

you demonstrate, taking a step forward. his attention is locked onto you even harder from the moment you grab his arm.

"And kinda... kick my leg around," you do just that, so you're twisted around and facing away from him. he lets out a little noise of surprise. you know it must seem convoluted and ridiculous, but you really need help practicing this lift.

"I need you to wrap your arm around me like this," you say, bending forward with one leg extended behind you, the other supporting you, so your stomach rests on his bicep and his hand holds the small of your back. "And then place your other hand right on my ribcage here."

"oh, my hand will be wherever you want it, cupcake." he says, making you roll your eyes at the (only half joking) innuendo.

"okay." you say, taking a step back. "you ready?"

the first few times you walk through it together are clumsy and slow, a mess of limbs and giggles, but eventually you get it. you call your friends in to show them the bluebird lift you've been working on, even having successfully taught JJ how to lower you and do a few basic steps with you to conclude. you both get through it unscathed, and your friends reactions are very similar to JJ (with only slightly less innuendo and teasing from John B and Pope), and as JJ giggles and demands you come at him so he can lift you again, you start to see a lot of potential in him.

maybe, just maybe, you can shape that potential a little more over the summer. your ballet academy always has scholarships for boys available since they're always in demand in the performing arts. you think there might just be a chance for JJ to do a lot more lifts with you.

[shelterdogswag]

if straight/different gender couples have "as you wish"

and gay men have "tamquam alter idem"

then what do lesbians have?

[endlesslytired]

to finish this absolute madness I'm dealing with trying to put these together I give you the ones I forgot to add bc I lost them or didn't feel like worked right yet I still like, plus ones that I just had no place for at all. (aka solo topaz stuff)

bonusss, I wrote this very early on into playing hsr and realised this would be really neat to make in the maker. it's not much of a meme but a funny idea on stuff Kafka could have done.

prevus poast:

[vanweezer]

ive been calling them slipkneight. its a work in progress

[laundryandtaxes]

I think that comparisons between access to prescribed stimulants and medications like insulin are categorically inappropriate, and I will personally hand to anyone a card to mock people making that comparison. However, today I called Walgreens to ask whether they'd gotten Adderall in (because I called last Wednesday and they were out of stock, and I know from having experienced this multiple times over multiple months that they get new shipments on Wednesdays) and the woman on the phone told me they were out of the generic (which my prescriber only began prescribing because the name brand was out of stock) and that the name brand would be $326 unconvered, but that my insurance would cover a 5 mg dose, which, due to the laws around schedule 1 substances, means I would have to call my prescriber to have them resend the Rx to the phamracy, but this time for 3x daily 5 mg capsules. And I just said thank you and hung up but inside I was like ma'am, I know it isn't your fault but this is actually exactly what one would cook up if the intention was to torture a person via the process of accessing their stimulant prescription.

[shorlinesorrows]

qpr jean and neil. that's all i'm gonna say.

do you see my vision?

[lathbora-virann]

WIP Wednesday Thursday Friday don't worry about it

Thank you @nadas-dirthalen for tagging me! I'm always writing nonlinearly and am all over the place, so I feel you.

Tagging @elf-trash @cursedhaglette @crimsonphantasmagoria @technicallysorcery @prettycozyghosty (@rosieofcorona I was going to tag you but you were already tagged in the first one lol)

Here's a continuation of this part from the Trespasser reunion and a callback to this moment and the gift she gives him.

Her eyes ran over him, over a face so achingly familiar and yet now so changed. The same beloved freckles were scattered across his cheeks, the same straight brows and full lips and vein at his temple. But now his eyes had shifted, not just their shade but the look behind them and the lines around them. He seemed less pale, a little fuller and a little stronger. There was a new little scar on his cheek that was a stranger to her. And his armour… it was so like those worn by the sentinels at the Temple of Mythal. The same gold and silver, the same breastplate, same leather overcoat and hood. If it weren’t for his bare face, he could have blended in amongst them seamlessly. She wondered if once he had. But unlike them, he wore the remnants of a more recent past over those ancient bones—the pauldron and strap covered in the etching of vines, the thick wolf pet over his shoulder she had once taken such comfort sinking into... Yet as soon as she had that thought, Nymera realised that those pieces were probably just as old as the rest of the armour. Perhaps they had even been markers of who he was amongst the people. And then she caught a glimpse of a familiar leather cord around his neck. The breath of a laugh met her lips as her fingers slipped beneath it, brushing against the skin of his throat as she pulled out the little clay charm that she had made him so long ago. His eyes closed briefly as she did, a short breath leaving his throat and his brow furrowing again. Both the cord and the disk seemed well worn yet well taken care of and her heart ached at the thought. It had been well loved.

“You kept it,” she whispered. Solas nodded, his jaw working like he were holding back tears. His eyes met hers again. “You have been with me always,” he whispered back. No words would ever be enough. No thought, no touch. No escape from the truth. Because it was true—far more so than he even realised. Long before she had been born, long before everyone she’d ever known had been born, her people had been telling stories of a god they thought had betrayed them. The hand that held the cord around his neck bore the sylvanwood ring she had worn for longer than she’d worn her vallaslin, depicting that betrayal and reminding her to always protect her people from him—like every Keeper and First before her. Outside every camp she had ever lived in was a carved stone reminder to always be wary of his tricks. Statues that a lonely little girl had found a kinship with even as she made her clan’s offerings of appeasement at his far-flung shrines. And the man himself—he had been with her every step of the way since she had gained the Anchor. Before she had even woken, he was there. Each time her mark had flared, he was there. Every rift she closed, every road she travelled, every line of ancient text she found, every veilfire she lit, every painting she saw, every decision she made. Every time she looked at her bare face in the mirror. Even Skyhold, the heart and home and symbol of the Inquisition itself, was all because of him. The jawbone worn tight around her neck pressed against her sternum like a constant claw in her gut as she smiled up at him. Nymera pulled down on the cord around his; slowly, gently, deliberately, until he was close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek. “As you have with me.”

[speedy-beans]

humanstuck blast. i do not have many ideas about the captors if you have suggestions share please

i dont entirely have set ethnicities yet i thought of the leijons being french/italian a while ago

[warrior-of-storms]

Yesterday, I did Reverse Robins. Today let's talk Reverse Arrows :)

Oliver Queen is 23, he's been Green Arrow for about a year, maybe a little less, and he gets contacted out of the blue with two things - one, his father is dead (he thought he already was? what?) and two, he has a half-sister named Emiko. She's 13 years old, and Ollie isn't going to be much of a legal guardian, but he's better than her assassin mom (which?? isn't that the lady who tried to kill him last winter??) or her assassin "father" (Ollie doesn't want details, he really doesn't, but what on earth happened to his sister?)

Emi wants to work with him. It's not like he can hide Green Arrow from her, nor would he want to, but he doesn't really want a kid out there with him, especially not his kid sister. But Emiko is stubborn, and she does good work, and Oliver eventually relents, if only to make it so she'll accept improvements to her gear and armor.

Oliver is 25 when he meets Mia Dearden. She's only a year younger than Emiko, and she also figures him out pretty dang quick, and maybe Oliver should get some kind of face covering (because there is no way he's shaving his precious goatee). Oliver Queen is a lot of things but first and foremost, he's a bleeding heart, so Mia is brought home and Ollie becomes her legal guardian. Unfortunately, she also likes the idea of working with him. Oliver tries to talk her out of it. Emiko trains her niece against Oliver's wishes. Speedy comes about, joining Arrows Green and Red on the streets. Oliver nearly dies of a heart attack every night but he does like having his girls with him, and it's better that they're with him than on their own.

Emiko and Mia grow up and move up. Emiko retains the name Red Arrow, but Mia outgrows Speedy and takes up Arsenal. They're 22 and 21 respectively when Oliver finds out about his son, Connor Hawke. Connor is 17 and also ridiculously skilled with a bow. He doesn't actually want to throw himself on the streets, which Oliver is grateful for, but it doesn't last. They team up one (1) time, and Connor is designing an outfit and Oliver has a new partner.

Oliver is so sure, so certain, that Connor's the last kid he's gonna take in (barring, like, another surprise bio kid) but he's so wrong. Connor's been living and working with him for about two years when Oliver meets Roy Harper. The kid's 13 years old, and great with a bow, and history is repeating itself. There's a new Speedy, with Mia's blessing, and Oliver can't help but wonder if Roy would get along with Batman's new kid, Robin...

[dipplinduo]

Chapter 6 of Bet You'll Fall in Love With Me is now out, and...

Me, like a week ago: Hey guys due to personal reasons I'mma just write a lil' fluff, not really in an angsty mood for the angsty updates but they'll come soon. :) Also me writing said fluff update:

...THAT BEING SAID, LOL. WHOOPS. Didn't get to a specific scene I was gonna get to...but. It is 10000% going in Chapter 7, and is actually a great way to get to what Chapter 7 is gonna be about. Originally this chapter was named "The Panic" but after reflecting on it I think "The Rain" is better suited. "The Panic" will definitely have some funny romcom vibes featured in Chapter 7. xD

Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to vote on this poll here about upcoming content if you like this fic! :)