#i decided to be evil today >:)

[midosune]

Day 9-"I love you"

CW

Blood and Death

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

do you think the prime defenders ever suggested being the purps for halloween

do you think they were excited to relive a time in their lives where they got to just be dumb kids

do you think they joked about this being a permanent change, that they were gonna ditch their normal costumes all together

do you think william talked about making ghost scooters again while they searched through boxes

do you think vyncent forgot about that so they all got to laugh as they relived it

do you think ashe was the first one to see the bullet hole

do you think it all came flooding back or do you think ashe just couldn’t deny it any longer

do you think they even had a suit for william

do you think dakota tried to find his original flannel only for half of it to be covered in williams blood

do you think vyncent tells them he can’t remember or do you think he nods along and tries not to think of all the memories that aren’t really his

do you think they all get hit with the sudden realization of the childhood they never really had

do you think they went trick or treating that year or do you think they stayed home

do you think they looked out the windows at all the kids in costumes and thought of how much younger they looked

do you think ashe thought about how he never got to go trick or treating with his friends

do you think william was adamant that he was never really into that stuff anyway but thought back to when he and the unwitness protection program went trick or treating and watched all the scary movies they could

do you think that dakota thought about the last time he went trick or treating and realized he never had a “normal” halloween (one without lying or sneaking out or having to pretend that his parents were waiting for him to get home)

do you think vyncent got excited to finally experience the prime holiday and got confused when they all went to bed early (just another thing he doesn’t understand)

do you think tide cried on the phone to mark that night

do you think they all cried that night

[zaacoy]

*Gently holds*

Bonus teehee

ft. Pigsy having a heart attack, they are a bit gay

[cerealmonster15]

jamiazu / ashenviper week day 6: toxic yaoi overblot

SORRY it's very much a rushed mess especially in the lower half jdkslfjksd i was v busy today and trying to hurry to get something done for this before midnight [covers up the clock... i was close enough,,, it's still day 6 in some time zones jkfdlsjfs]

unfortunate that the overblots have so much going on and take me ten billion years to draw otherwise i think id like drawing them more bc they LOOK VERY COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[yummyuri]

Luz without scars below cut

[birues]

"You needn't be so concerned. Though his values remain the same, Alphinaud is not the blinkered boy he once was. Slowly but surely, his eyes have been opened– thanks to a certain someone. A certain someone whom he'd be mortified to learn had heard his little speech. Mum's the word, eh?"

[randompumpkinkiddo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET WARCRIMINAL I LOVE YOUUU MWAHHH

[dailydegurechaff]

Today’s Daily Degurechaff is… on paper

[feydrautha]

Post a poll with 5 favorite characters and let others decide which is their favorite

got tagged by @lucy-ghoul @emobatsy and @gloriadenton, thanks to all of you!

Tagging @derry-rain @ectochoir @chuckroughly @hegodamask @peppermintfreak and whoever else is interested

[sugarsnappeases]

visa thing is see it say it sorted btw guys i told you everything works out for me

[rmbunnie]

I am alone on this barren earth (Jason Todd liker and Mia Dearden liker who honestly thinks issues 69-72 of the 2001 Green Arrow run are fun and good and would really like to talk about them beyond "Jason Todd was ooc and irredeemable there because he was trauma-dumping on Mia but also everything he said was fake and made up and he was manipulating her to become his sidekick and he blew up her school in retaliation because she didn't so really we should ignore the whole comic as bad writing /or agree he should just be read as an sadistic sidekick killer" (None of which is true and over half of which is directly stated to be false in the comic's text) but all people ever have to say about the comic is weird wrong takes about the three pages in which the gym fight happens ripped out of the very interesting and fun surrounding context)

[septembersghost]

my queue was supposed to run out tonight (11/19) - i'm nothing if not someone who clings to dates and anniversaries, and exactly a month ago, i realized i had enough posts stowed in it to last until today. of all the days. kismet. you know when it's time to go. but i ended up adding some posts from my (still copious) drafts, and no matter how i finagled it, it was impossible to make them all fit by the time today ended. so it gets a little bit of extra time. maybe, in honor of this blog's existence, that's fitting.

you all know this, i've said it, typically in gratitude, many times already. this blog was never meant to last. i came back in november 2020 expecting a couple of months, maybe to be here until the new year. i told very few people, anticipating the goodbye, not wanting to cause anyone undue anguish when i had to vanish again. something i didn't expect was the sheer (admittedly devasting) emotion that would tie itself to those two weeks when i started interacting again, nor that it would have any outreach or impact, but somehow it did. then time kept spinning on, extending itself, gossamer threads unfurling each day. my following kept growing, far beyond what i could have anticipated, greater than i'd ever established on any of my previous blogs. moving around is unfortunately a pattern at this point, every time for reasons that felt quietly catastrophic. not being able to pay bills for a while. angel's death and the ensuing difficult circumstances. so here, i kept anxiously imagining why i'd eventually have to leave, how to plan for it. poverty issues. the homelessness we were facing through the entirety of a couple of years until last august (and my dad having to be the saving grace). worsening health issues. i never knew, i couldn't predict it, i just worried about it. often tried to brace for it. maybe i got too comfortable this year, because this was when i started to think it wouldn't happen, that i really could stay. little did i know. and the reasons...are not reasons i ever fathomed, why would i have? how could i have? i wish it weren't so. (i wish a lot of things.)

i thought sometimes about the words i would leave you with, none of which are suitable now. i almost wrote nothing, yet found that feeling wrong, couldn't leave without something about parting.

thus it turns out i'm leaving before it's strictly necessary, before it's the fear of personal catastrophe coming to fruition, not knowing what i'll do or where i'll metaphorically go, as that is the downside of chronic illness and isolation narrowing this to my sole outlet. (lyrics keep running through my mind, there are always lyrics stuck in my head. no matter where i go, there'll be memories that tug at my sleeve, but there will also be more to question, yet more to believe...teach me to be more adaptive...help me say goodbye). my body is in such a fragile state right now (my mind not far behind) that maybe what i need to do is rest. just rest for a while.

this blog was never meant to grow the way it did, to take asks and have conversations like i did, that was a somewhat new (sometimes scary! often fun) experience for me. it's one that will never be replicated. to my loyal and lovely anons, i'm so sorry that i had to cut you off unexpectedly and couldn't reinstate communication - i know that you weren't able to reach out to me as soon as i did that, and that certainly wasn't your fault, it was a response to the tenor of this website. i apologize for the hundreds of messages i never had the chance to answer. i'm appreciative of the things you shared with me and all the times we got to talk.

i sincerely hope some of you learn to be kinder and wiser and less reactionary and more willing to learn and to listen rather than to attack those who have never wronged you and who do not deserve that. i'm being too nice, but i hope you learn that misusing your supposed social justice to do harm and foment hatred and stew in ignorant cruelty makes any principles you purport to have utterly void. my hope for that is low at the moment, but it's still got to be there. waiting to be found.

to those of you who have never been anything but kind, you are true treasures, the lights in the darkness, the loving and compassionate embodiment of human spirit. some of you have (quite literally) helped keep my mom and me alive, and i can never repay that or do enough in this life to quantify it. some of you have been here for me every single day, to listen and laugh and cry and understand. i don't think i would've bothered to fight through these past three years had i not had your presences in my life. i wouldn't have had as much of a reason. there are times when i still haven't felt like i had a reason, i struggle through so many varied griefs, but then i continued to wake up, and would come on here and find something joyful or beautiful or affirming that someone had sent or posted, and it gave me an anchor. there are passions and interests i shared or discovered here that were so uplifting and enlightening, and i will carry them in my heart always. being here to find those was such a blessing. being here with you to indulge in them was such a blessing. thank you. i pray your continued paths have more of that ahead. look at all the things you've done for me. there are certain things that once you have no time can wear away.

you know that line from the wizard of oz?: hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable. maybe that isn't true, maybe our hearts being broken is proof of something. there are people who hurt me on such a profound level who i know weren't affected by it at all, but i refuse to define my sensitivity as a negative. my softness (too soft for all of it, indeed) does not quite provide me with a weapon, but it doesn't crumple. hearts can be broken repeatedly and still beat, which i've thought about a lot lately. shattered souls just make a new mosaic. it's a different picture than it was before, but the color and light persists. and in the remains of that, a handful of people have shown me depths of caring and resilience that i wouldn't have gotten to hold onto otherwise, which is an extraordinary thing. the precious rarities have to mean something more, don't they? i would think so. i believe it. or i'm trying. i keep trying with all my might.

maybe i stayed too long at the fair. maybe this is a consequence of overplaying my hand, gambling a little too much with time to where it had to teach me something. maybe i needed the reminder that sometimes we have to fight to retain our spirits, and other times we have to retreat. maybe i needed a reminder that all that extra time was a miracle. i don't take it for granted.

whether we've spoken directly, be that consistently or in scattered flurries, whether we've interacted in very personal ways or simply in liked hearts on the dash, i hope there was goodness and light in it. i hope there's a memory i leave here that's sweet. (as long as i'm borrowing phrases, i hope you'll think of me fondly sometimes.) i hope there was something warm and enriching here. i hope you know what you've been and meant to me. i said so many times that this blog was my cozy haunted house - the ghosts will linger here forever, and i know they'll never mind if you want to step in and visit.

with all my heart, i love so many of you so dearly. i am so lucky to have your friendships. please move gently through life. please hold onto the things that illuminate it for you, and provide that where you can. please do your best to repair even the smallest of tears in the world. you are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.

there must be lights burning brighter somewhere.

something yet remains. i remain. and i do my best to be brave.

[nho-jungle]

ive never played a resident evil game before (or any type of shooter game for that matter). do yall think resident evil 4 on the wii is a good first experience?

[six-of-ravens]

didn't nap today, and instead I've already done my editing and am roasting veggies and chicken for supper. who am I.

[mugzymiik]

"going against canon is so cri--" FUCK you and FUCK your fandom expectations I WILL GIVE SO MANY OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS NEOPRONOUNS AND SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT you will LOATHE the day you crossed me by limiting the sheer POWER of my headcanons my dear friend

[cerise-on-top]

Is it alright if you write something for Skittles with a genderfluid s/o?

- 💾 (i havent requested anything before so please let me know if i did anything wrong)

Hey there! Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong while requesting, but then again, it's impossible to do so incorrectly as long as you're being polite and follow the rules!

Skittles with a Genderfluid!S/O

Skittles would think you to be the coolest person he knows. Not only do you have a great personality, you’re also unique in that you don’t let a single gender define you. It’s fluid, sometimes you’re this, sometimes you’re that, and what could possibly be more epic than that. Sometimes you’re everything, sometimes you’re nothing. He loves it as much as he loves you. You’re a breath of fresh air in an otherwise rigid and unpredictable world. Although it would be hard, he’d love nothing more than to get you flowers or plants that correspond with your current gender. Surely you associate them with a certain colour, so he’d love to gift them to you. Then again, he’d love to give you anything, doesn’t have to be a flower. It could be a self made pin, it could be a scarf, it could be a hairpin. Doesn’t have a hard time remembering your pronouns for the day either. And if you change your name depending on your gender? So freaking awesome. He will always use the right pronouns and name for you, as long as you tell him or show it otherwise. Although he may be a loving and bubbly sweetheart, he is a rather observant guy. A rather smart cookie as well, so as long as there are signs you feel like this or that on that day, he’ll pick up on them. He adores you and wants to make sure he accommodates you however he can. If you feel insecure about wearing certain clothes then he’ll just wear them with you, he has no qualms about wearing a pretty dress, for example. Besides, if you want your hair styled in a certain way, he’ll try his best. He may not always succeed since he doesn’t have a lot of experience, but it’s the thought that counts. Will always pick up things he thinks you might like or that you might vibe with during a certain gender day. If you bind, then he will bring you glasses of water and remind you to not keep your binder on for too long. Yes, he knows someone who could stitch you up easily and with no problem, but he doesn’t want you to be in pain or have physical problems. Either way, he’s very supportive and tries his best to make you feel comfortable, even telling other people how you would prefer to be addressed, if you feel comfortable with that. He’s good with people, so chances are they’ll refer to you correctly when Skittles tells them about it.