#i feel insane about them

[calbeloved]

have this little thing about dante and leo from my au i have yet to put into actual words and out of my head. gal's here too cause i love him <333

Dante places his hand on Leo's cheek. He makes an effort to keep them still and to not press too hard; Leo will not be able to pull away, even if it will hurt him. He breathes slowly and consistently. There's no reason not to. Leo copies him. Or maybe he is copying Leo- he has been the one breathing almost mechanically perfect for the last two weeks now, while Dante was… not. Panic attacks and shortness of breath and holding it and the attacks of coughing… He tries, but trying is often far from enough.

He slides down his hand further down, passing by the pulse point – still beating, good, but at the same time, it stays unchanging; follows a rhythm and doesn't flutter when Dante reaches out and ghosts his fingers over the skin. It hasn't for a long time, even before all this.

He tries to ignore it. Pretend that it doesn't make his heart skip a beat and ache- that it doesn't make him sick to his stomach.

The hand moves down, breaking contact with skin and instead pausing in the middle of the gray shirt. Leo had never bothered to change his clothes, especially after… after Dante was told everything. It was him that used to nag Leo about it. They used to go shopping together, when money finally was enough to do so. Before Leo left, of course. Now he just stands here. Unmoving. Just breathing, yet not quite alive.

The tattoos covering his skin are hidden under the shirt, yet Dante remembers well enough (perfectly, he can never forget, he was there) where they are for it to hurt. His hand moves as the lungs inside Leo's body expand and compress, unchanging. Always the same, no matter what he does. The heart beats. He feels it thumping, and wonders if this is better than Leo dying.

Because… He's not here. He's not alive, not really.

(He hadn't been for a long time before this, too. Leo has never really been Leo, not when Dante knew him, anyway. And yet it hurts. It hurts so much.)

But maybe it counts for something. He's here, after all. Dante visits and he sees Leo, and knows that his body will be safe, at the very least.

He cannot say the same for many people he loves. For any of them.

“Well? Can we go now? It's boring in here.”

Dante scowls.

“You could have a bit of respect, you know,” he mutters, yet moves away just the slightest bit. He turns his head and meets Gal's gaze; the man is raising an eyebrow and leaning on the wall with crossed arms.

Still, where Dante goes, Gal follows, so Dante looks back at Leo without much rush.

Gal scoffs. He doesn't move any closer, though, so he's not as impatient as he tries to pretend he is.

“He's my friend. You can wait 2 minutes.” Dante doesn't bring up that he himself was waiting for Gal to do his makeup for at least 20 minutes yesterday- Gal is surely aware he's referring to it.

“What-ever. He was my friend too, but you don't see me groveling at his feet, do you?”

Dante doesn't answer. He brings his hand up back to Leo's cheek and just tries not to think about hugging him. It sounds nice, but he knows not feeling Leo hugging him back would make him cry. He already feels unstable enough today. There's no need for that.

He just traces the bones under the skin and passes his fingers through Leo's hair and tries not to feel too sick that his friend doesn't react.

“...we should leave now, if we want to go to that store. The movie is starting soon.” Gal says eventually, and it sounds a bit more softer this time. Awkward, yes, but nice, nonetheless.

“Yeah.” Dante doesn't hug Leo. He stares into his eyes instead; those empty irises that don't focus on anything anymore. “Yeah.”

And so he leaves. Doesn't say anything as Gal nudges him to walk first. Doesn't think about the fact that he was supposed to watch this movie with Bea. Doesn't try his best to remember the last time Leo smiled at him- he cannot, because it's been too long.

He just reaches out his hand and waits until Gal grips it to dig his fingers into it. At least one person will stay. That's always something.

[henwilsons]

thinking about: [ truth is irrefutable and untainted by bias. sunrise, abram, death: these are truths / you are a pipe dream / is your learning curve a horizontal line? / i am nothing. and as you've always said, you want nothing / don't 'always' me / i'll still solve you / yes or no? / let me stay / what would it take to make you stay? / give your back to me / you spend all this time watching our backs. who's watching yours? / remember this feeling. this is the moment you stop being the rabbit / don't ask for the truth if you're just going to dilute it / he was something solid to lean against, something violent and fierce and unmoving / i trusted you more than i was scared of him. so trust me now if you can. i'm not going anywhere / if it means losing you, then no / every inch of you / you play the game like you play life / neil remembered the weight of a key in his palm / you told me to stay. you gave me a key and called it home / i am not your answer / i won't be like them. i won't let you let me be / what are you hoping for, coordinates? / stay / he wanted to find the places that made andrew give ground / i want to go back for you / thank you. you were amazing / you are at one hundred / if you tell me to leave, i'll go / you aren't going anywhere / i am not a pipe dream. i'm not going anywhere ]

[paladinbaby]

girl detectives (middle aged women who are divorced and also dating)

[Image Description: A sketch of mine and @beatricexbenedick’s d&d characters, Cyndi &Shania. Cyndi is a pink tiefling woman sat looking upwards with a bouquet of yellow flowers in her lap. Shania is an air genasi woman, she’s standing behind Cyndi and looking down towards her, with one hand on her shoulder and the other on her chest. They are both smiling slightly with their mouths open like they’re talking and looking enamoured with each other. Cyndi has pink hair tied in a ponytail with a yellow ribbon and thin white scars on her face, arm and throat. She wears a grey sweater vest over a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Shania wears a brown slip dress. She has long dark teal green hair falling loose around her face, with a yellow flower tucked between her ear. End ID.]

[haequation]

any alistair/femcousland should be bi4bi and at the very least t4t imo

[cupcraft]

no no ur actually so based for lassiter and shawn

A fanfic of these 2 are in my future. Thank you for the support o7

[foundfamilywhump]

the question, you see, is not ‘is it too ooc for this character to cry’ but rather ‘what circumstances would push this character to cry’

this is the whump wisdom, go forth and make that character cry

[garbean]

I love dunmeshi for the like.. built in horror of consumption. Like they eat to survive, they eat to honor their prey, they eat to possibly mourn someone. Laios eats monsters because he wants to learn more about the things he loves, Senshi eats monsters to feel included in the ecosystem because he didn't fit in with the outside and with most creatures in general, Chilchuck DOESN'T eat as much as he could because eating too much could kill all the party members, Marcille eats monsters and hates it but she still does it because she'll die before she could save Falin.

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[technically-human]

Welcome to the reverse verse! This is part 1 of 2 of a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and I can't wait to tell you all about it, because I'm incapable of being normal and chill about these concepts, so I ran with it.

Charles Rowland was born in 1900, his mum was from India and moved to the UK after marrying Charles' dad, a soldier who was not... very loving. Charles' heritage gave him some problems, but none as bad as that one time in 1916 when he was sacrificed to a demon and spent the next 7 decades in Hell. He doesn't like to talk about it, except when it can get him what he wants. He was always an angry boy, or so he thought, but after his time spent in Hell, it became so much worse. He's explosive and unpredictable, and so he mostly avoids conflict. He doesn't need to fight anyone, as his charming personality and sweet smile (plus a few smart calculations) always seem to be enough to convince people to give him what he asks for. And when the fight is inevitable... well, he has Edwin for that!

Edwin Payne grew up very sheltered, in a deeply religious home, and he is proud of that. Don't try to argue with him, because he surely has a Bible verse that will help him win (and if not, he is not above using his croquet mallet now that he has someone to keep safe). Unfortunately for him, he realized at a quite young age that he felt attraction towards other boys. Even worse, somehow other people could tell as well, including those peers that ended up killing him for it (the rumour spread throughout school was that he had died due to AIDS, and most people just accepted it). He never acted on those unnatural urges of his, but when he met this ghost who had just escaped Hell... he decided not to risk eternal damnation, and to stay here with Charles, instead. Edwin has no interest in the supernatural or in magic, and sort of looks down on them, but luckily his friend's got that covered.

[st-hedge]

I can’t believe they’d managed to animate kusuriuri’s insane character design and then decided to make it even more insane. The most character ever

[gyrovagi]

have you ever felt the warmth of a god's happiness?

[the-mpreg-guy]

the hill that i will die on is that cas would have never said he loved dean if he had to deal with the consequences of it afterwards, meanwhile dean (who was SUPPOSED to tell cas he loved him in the original crypt scene script) would have eventually worked up to saying it without external pressure

[kaizsche]

"tyler, how'd you come to do this work?" / "well, when you love something, you'll spend your whole life trying to understand it." TWISTERS (2024)

[sophfandoms53]

Anyway shout out to Dewey who constantly looked like he was having the worst time of his fucking life in the pitches

Just an 11 year old pissed off at the world it seems😭

[zan0tix]

Alpha kids sonic au designs i did for funsies today :3 (with help from the bf 🫶)

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [54/?] ⤷ 6.21 — “Field Trip”