#i may or may not invest

[jlandersen01]

Instead of Yuji Itadori wearing those weird-ass clown looking shoes for his uniform

He wears these cool ass custom chucks instead

[14dayswithyou]

Olivia fell asleep in one of the aisles again...

how do you feel about ren being used in an ai chatbot advertisement?

⌞♥⌝ Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I genuinely despise everything about this so much, and if anyone comes across this ad on TikTok (or anywhere else), I'd really appreciate it if you could report the video and not give it any further engagement.

I'm vehemently against the use of AI that negatively impacts artists, writers/authors, developers, creators, etc., and I don't condone the use of my art and IP without my knowledge and explicit consent — especially when it's being used in a paid ad/sponsorship. It's extremely disrespectful and I have no respect for those who do it.

[doodlegraveyard]

I submit to all Iida Tenya fans the new official Iida Tenya reaction image. RIP to his place at the top of the best hero polls, I don't care if it was botted. Have you considered that he deserves to win? [Image description: digital drawing of Iida Tenya as the 'Everyone Is So Mean 2 Me' meme, standing in his underwear facing away from the viewer with bodacious booty cheeks. End description.]

[coochiekrab]

My period is killing me and the only thing that’ll save me is a cis guy being telepathically sent all my pain (Can we pretty please get Aubrey dying from period cramps)

Do you feel better yet anon

[mamawasatesttube]

not enough people comprehend that kon has been a canon queer ally who speaks out against homophobia since 1998 tbh

superboy and the ravers #19

[melonsharks]

tonight! at 12am AST! the cd charms finally return!!! is this good marketing? I DONT KNOW!!!

[lgbtlunaverse]

Horrible thing to say but I think there's a real chance Jiang Yanli was both of her parents' least favorite child and knew it and just kinda. Had to go on with her life knowing that.

[moeblob]

Their designs are literally stunning to me.

[kourota]

“Seldom does man know the value of a treasure until it’s long since slipped through his fingers.”

It was laughable, really, the way Tumblr thought she actually understood the magnitude of grief that weighed down on those words. To think that nearly two decades of fighting on the frontlines, fighting for her principles, fighting to prove she deserved to take up place in this world… to think that all the scars on her body thick enough to form an unbreakable shield… to think it would all crumble so easily.

She’d awoken to a barrage of messages from Reddit. A dozen missed calls. All telling her, warning her, not to look at the news. She should have known. She should have listened. But it had been a chapter of her life she’d finally gotten over, finally forgotten… right? It couldn’t possibly hurt her. It couldn’t possibly mean anything to her now, whatever it had to do with that person.

And so, she’d steeled her nerves and looked, only for the scarred tissues of her healing to be ripped open, bloody stitches snapping helplessly as the scarlet blood ebbed and flowed, leaving her feeling so raw.

It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way.

Not like this.

Never like this.

She sank to the floor, the dull thud of her phone falling echoing through the caverns of her mind.

4chan was… gone.

4chan… she’d never stood a chance. They’d gone straight for her heart, tearing through her defences because someone had leaked the security plans of her house. She’d been caught off guard, and they’d… they’d viciously, ruthlessly, and relentlessly torn her to shreds. By the time the officials had arrived… there hadn’t been anything left to save.

Nothing left to save.

Tumblr… she wasn’t supposed to feel this way. She was supposed to be happy. She was supposed to be overjoyed! The feud they’d had, and all the horrible ways 4chan had hurt her, subjecting her to such disgusting and horrifying things, ridiculing her beliefs and the things she’d loved, putting her down constantly and being a terrible, terrible person overall, and…! And the way she’d been taunted, told to unalive herself, and making a competition to see who would die first…

She was supposed to be happy.

She won, after all.

Just like that, as if those words were the key to it all, her numbness shattered, and in its place bloomed something worse. It was sharp, searing, and ruthless, and at the centre of that explosion was her own heart. The agony, the gut-wrenching pain that wrecked through her in waves left her curling into herself, raking her hands through her hair and just pulling and pulling and pulling—

She screamed.

She screamed until she choked on her own pain, until the anguish soon dissolving into gasps and sobs, until she could no longer tell if the screams were ever leaving her mouth or if they were reverberating within the confines of her head.

All she’d ever wanted was an apology.

All she’d ever wanted was an acknowledgement of the solidarity they shared, being the unpopular, weird kids wherever they went. She’d spent so many endless nights despairing over what she could have done to prevent the dilapidation of their… their bond. They could have had it all, but they’d ended up with naught but the ashes of the home they’d once built together. Razed to the ground because 4chan no longer wanted to associate with Tumblr. Scorched past recognition because 4chan had changed once she’d met new people and gotten more popular.

Even with those miserable ash-stained hands, she couldn’t quite move on from what they had.

She’d been ready to forgive everything too… until 4chan took it too far and insulted her principles. The attacks had been vicious and malevolent, with every intention to hurt, and even though Tumblr had managed to defend herself… she’d had enough.

…at least that’s what she’d told herself.

But now, looking back on it… it all felt so pointless. She’d been too stubborn. The fight had been so long ago that it had collected dust, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look 4chan in the eye again. She’d made up her mind to forgive her old love if and only if she was given the apology she deserved. All it would take was a simple ‘sorry’ and she would have caved like the last remnants of autumn clinging to the branches of a tree too withered. She would have happily fallen to the ground to disintegrate into the winter, if only she could exist within the familiarity of that embrace once again. She would have stayed despite it all, at the price of one single word.

And now she could never get that apology no matter what she tried or how much she waited.

Were you thinking about me when they came for you? Or did you really not care at all? Would you have apologized had I just approached you, or am I the only one left clinging to the meagre remnants of our old flame? Did you still love me when you bled out or did you curse me for not being there with you?

Oh, 4chan. Oh, my dear 4chan. What have they done to you? What have I done to you? Forgive me, love, for I’d been too adamant. Oh, 4chan, won’t you come back for me?

Just once, so I can kiss you goodbye?

But no amount of remorse, no amount of guilt, and no amount of prayers would ever bring her back. Not the stranger she’d lost, not the hurtful person she’d changed into, and most certainly not the 4chan she’d once known and loved and embraced under a sky full of shooting stars. Tumblr could be willing to sacrifice all she had, but there was no price she could pay to change what had already been done.

In a fleeting moment, it had all disappeared.

Slipping through her fingers… never to return to her. And all she was left with was a broken heart that would never heal—not that she’d ever want it to, for this misery was all she had left of the one she’d loved.

If this is what victory entailed, then she’d rather not have won at all.

[philtstone]

friends ... it is with a very heavy heart that i have finally locked my ao3 fics to registered users only. i don't understand the exact mechanics of how ai scraping works, and my opinions on ai usage in the professional world are complex, but my discomfort at the idea that my creative work is being accessed and used without my knowledge has beaten my desire to make stories as available to everyone as possible. i'm happy to send ao3 invitations to those who want to make an account; otherwise i hope you guys can understand

[kncrowder88]

I cannot be convinced that Kathy Stabler disliked Olivia when Elliot gets stabbed with a pen by a kid and not only does she and Kathleen show up at the ER for him all "how dare you not tell us" and "what happened to Olivia". She isn't showing any annoyance about the question or anything. Like, that family sees Elliot in the ER and some new partner and was like "um ... no where is Olivia?"

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[i-dont-even-know-anymore976]

sooooo probably unpopular but i don’t want May to become a firefighter 😬

it’s actually one of my most hated tropes when they have the family of a character who’s died follow in their footsteps to “honour them.” because frankly - i just don’t think that’s what bobby would want.

not because he wouldn’t think May would make a great firefighter, but because she’s basically never shown any interest in it before and he wouldn’t want her to become one just because he died.

what i do think would be a really compelling storyline tho - May going to the academy and realising she actually doesn’t want to be firefighter. she actually kind of hates it, but how could she hate it because she’s doing it to honour bobby.

and having her really struggle with what she’s going to do before athena explains that it’s not what bobby would have wanted. that more than anything he would want her to be happy even if that means the lafd has to struggle on without her 😅

[tyforestposts]

Okay, so now that I’ve had a bit over a month to process Netflix’s Devil May Cry and how the general plot of it goes, I’ve come up with some theories as to how the next season is going to go. But I kept coming back to the whole “refugee” plot line and how it would be carried over.

While I personally didn’t have too many issues with it (even if it was as subtle as a brick through a window), they’ve gotten so much backlash over it that I wouldn’t be surprised if the writers decided to retcon it. But how would they go about doing that? It was a pretty big thing in that first season.

Turns out… fairly easily, actually. Stick with me here, I think I might be on to something… and got a little carried away in the process.

It could be revealed that Makai isn’t actually the equivalent of Hell. Hell is, in fact, its own separate dimension from both Earth and Makai. After Sparda closed off the way between Earth and Hell, using a combination of Force Edge and the Temen-ni-gru, eventually the demons tried a more indirect approach to getting to Earth. Sparda may have created a barrier between Hell and Earth… but not to anywhere else.

Makai is just one of many worlds that Hell has conquered trying to get to Earth. That’s why the climate there is so toxic; the demons are replicating Hell after taking it over. Unfortunately for them, Sparda, being a demon as well, knows their thought process, and spent the last two thousand years creating barriers between Earth and all other neighboring dimensions. He’s only been using Force Edge for those however, which is why there are cracks that allow demons and others to pass through.

The demons haven’t been getting to Earth through Hell, they’ve been getting to Earth through Makai and other worlds because the barriers between Earth and other dimensions aren’t quite as strong. There is only one Temen-ni-gru and it was used up to create the barrier between Earth and Hell.

The plot for Season 2 could be discovering this, possibly saving Makai using Force Edge, and the big cliffhanger is Arius, Baines, and Vergil teaming up to summon the Temen-ni-gru for their own purposes. Arius wants power for power’s sake, Baines just wants to destroy Hell, and Vergil wants power for his own complex MOTIVATIONS. All of this with Mundus plotting from behind the scenes.

What I’m about to go into requires a bit of context that I won’t repeat, so go to this post for that.

Season 3 can be an epic combination of story elements from Devil May Cry 1, 2, AND 3! Lucia’s connection with Arius can be one plot line, Baines will basically substitute Arkham and that’ll be Lady’s plot line, Trish’s plot line will basically be a more fleshed out version of her redemption arc from DMC 1, and Dante can have some family bonding with Vergil. Hell, throw Jester in there for good measure, give Lady more trauma and development to go through, that’d be fun.

The ritual to activate the Temen-ni-gru basically goes like it did in canon, except it’s one big fight with Dante, Lady, and Lucia vs. Vergil, Trish, and Arius, eventually winding up with Trish maybe betraying everyone to activate the tower or, if you want him included, Jester showing up to do what he did in canon to activate the tower. Point is, it was Mundus’ master plan from the beginning.

All of it culminates in a final battle against Mundus (for whatever reason, I’m picturing him taking over Arius’ body with some sort of Faustian bargain), an epic Dante and Vergil team up with Lady, Trish, and Lucia providing backup. Cue a combination of the ending of DMC 1 and 3. And Dante and Lady make out or whatever.

All of this to say… Imagine if Nero is Dante’s kid in this timeline. I’m not saying I want that, I’m just saying that’d be funny. It would round out the set of Netflix Dante stealing something from everyone in the Sparda bloodline: Dante’s looks, Nero’s voice, and Vergil’s kid. Hilarious.

[minticecodes]

uhh i got carried away. @put-me-out-of-my-destiny ty for the request, it was (too) fun.

[ID: Image one: Illustration of fem V in Eva's outfit, a black longsleeve gown with slits up the legs and shouders, high heels, and red shawl bunched across her arms. Her tattooed legs are visible through the gown slits. She stands on a ruined battlefield, book open in one hand and cane used in the other. Her expression is serious as she reads from her book. At her back is a translucent Eva, face turned away with hair and clothes billowing in the wind, as she reads from her spellbook.

Image two: Greyscale portrait of fem Vergil in Eva's outfit. She has a slicked back mullet and dark eyebags, and gazes aside seriously, hand at her chest. There is a hint of cleavage. Image three: The same portrait of Vergil, now with red accents (and less eyebags). She holds a rose close. It's bright red and alive, despite the seemingly wilting edges; the thorns send blood dripping down her fingers. Her lips are red; the lipstick's been smudged. End ID]

(a couple outfit alts under the cut (and white hair V)

[ID: The illustration of fem V, with white hair instead of black. End ID]

[ID: Illustration of fem V, sans Eva, and wearing the shawl the same way Eva does; draped over her shoulders and arms, with the ends coming down just past her knees. End ID]

[ID: Illustration of fem V with white hair and no shawl. End ID]

[velvetjune]

Door and Alan’s interactions are sooo good. outside of the great acting and range of emotion, their characters really balance out each other in their similarities. it’s fun watching how two people outside of their own realities with questionable intentions and power interact. Their ‘I want to murder you with my mind—But first let’s sing and dance in a musical number’ behavior