#i might regret this in the morning

[dipperscavern]

idk if this is racist but i was crying cause my ankle hurt reslly bad and pain makes me delirious and emotional and i was scrolling on tiktok and saw two gorgeous black women doing a dance and i started crying because of how much i love black women amms i feel like if i don’t tell y’all thya i’m gonna go so crazy cause you deserve to know how beautiful you are and i just love u

i’m sorry i’m in an emotional state idk what i’m doing sorru if that’s racist dippr out

[cattatoir]

Anyway this is what I mean by I want to see Adam and Jesus talk

[drblacula]

:3 < calling all my editing blog moots and editblr as a whole im crying and clawing thw walls could some of you it doesnt have to be all of you please someone make a horropedia graphic ( or graphics if you so please ) im going insane here PLEASE

[calekinnieplus]

Ok, now onto why I made the blog in the first place

I'm not a fan of romance manhwa or webtoons or any media in general with a spotlight on romance. I don't mind it That much, but C'mon I just wanna see MC kick ass, ya know?

But you see. Tiktok thinks I'm in love with the villaness trope for some reason and they appear on my fyp

A few hours ago, one appeared that was short and I'm like "why not give it a shot?" It was like 6 chapters too, not too bad, but not one I'll remember in the future for sure lmao

("I Am The Villain" on webtoon. It was okay for someone like me who is not interested in the genre. The art was pretty)

Either way, I somehow started to rant and flip flop the topic about all the manhwa I've read to my dear gf (who doesn't read manhwa hah) and I had a thought. Why not... make a blog just so I can ramble? Genius, right?

Well. Here I am. It's almost midnight. I should go to sleep. But I wanted to write down my thought process first heh

Until next time ✌️

[timespacegirls]

you know what. sometimes self care is writing thasmin fanfiction in the middle of the night

thinking about yaz post potd being thrown back into her normal life... how she finds it hard to adjust, knowing she'll never see the doctor again or get to go on any of these adventures, wishing she never met her.

and sonya noticing, because she's always been the one to notice when yaz feels like running away. so she spends time with her; ropes her into watching love island, takes her to the national videogame museum, begs her to tell her about her travels. and when yaz's birthday rolls around, she takes her out for dinner.

but when the waitress is drawn in by the silly paper hats sonya made them wear and decides to ask what birthday they're celebrating, yaz and sonya give two different ages. yaz was 19 when she met the doctor, 26 when her doctor died. she never told sonya about the three years she was lost in time, the three sad birthdays she spent wondering whether she would ever see her family again as dan and jericho tried to console her. how could she explain that without her family thinking she finally lost her mind?

sonya begs yaz for answers. pleads for her to explain why she's three years older than she should be. and over the course of their dinner, yaz tells her everything. about the doctor, about graham and ryan and dan and jericho and jack and ruth and their adventures across the universe. and by the time dessert rolls around, they're both crying.

a weight lifts from yaz's chest. sonya hugs her and makes her blow out the candles before they drip onto her sticky toffee pudding. and they leave the restaurant with a new understanding of each other, and the secret knowledge that this is yaz's 27th birthday, not her 24th.

[scalierpepper]

necromancy is cool

I really struggled with this angle and I was too stubborn to give up so there's a lot of things that aren't quite right, but I want to call it done and I really like the composition so I send it into the tumblr void for you to see anyways ~~

[complexraspberry]

Roku Week Day 7: Regret

[id: a digital illustration. Set during "The Avatar and The Fire Lord" the image shows Roku back onto the viewer, kneeling on the ground. His hair and robes are blowing wildly in the wind. He is surrounded by fiery embers, thick smoke and ash, and the landscape around him is lit ablaze. Above him in the burning sky, is Sozin's dragon flying away into the distance. Ash and lava are breaking the border as it rushes toward Roku. /end id]

The moment he realizes how fuck the situation is and there is nothing he can do to stop it

[awakefor48hours]

Just make up your words for smut fics. Just do it. No one’s stopping you.

[satturn]

bitey

[demonadelem]

I have to let the horny demons out.

Pheonix Wright comes across as a top the way he loves to care for people by overtaking them, prying what they need out of them by force. What ultimately helps them fulfill desires and find peace.

Miles Edgeworth comes across as a dominant the way he wants stay in control, withholding things from people to compel them, bossing people into submission. He also made Pheonix call him daddy.

People get confused because they think that top and dom are the same thing, they're not. One is a position and the other is a role. There something so in character to wrightworth for Pheonix to being so overwhelmingly giving and Edgeworth demandingly receiving, it's has to be not just me.

[littledreamling]

I love the thought of Hob spending the 90s (1990s, that is) hooking up with every pale emo/goth/punk Dream lookalike he could find to deal with the fact that he got stood up

But consider: after the very first time he had sex with one of those men, all miles of pale skin and dark hair and blue eyes that were just slightly the wrong shade, Hob spends an hour in the shower trying to wash every trace of the encounter from his skin, from his mouth, from his bones. Because he had promised his Stranger that he would wait, even if it was a promise only he had heard. He had promised his Stranger that they were friends and that he didn’t need anything more than his Stranger’s presence. And here he was, seeking out people who look exactly like him, people who are also strangers, but will never be strangers in the way his Stranger is. In some small way, he has pushed for more, if only by association, and he immediately hates himself for it. Hates the way that he knows the name of the man in his bed and wishes he didn’t. Hates the way he can still hear the man’s choked-off gasps as he came down Hob’s throat and his voice wasn’t deep enough, wasn’t otherworldly enough; it was just a man’s voice and nothing more. Hates that the man didn’t call him Hob because Hob isn’t going by Hob this time around. Hates that he’s used an innocent person to project his own selfish and unwanted desires onto. He hates himself for pushing and for looking for distractions and most of all, for wanting

[triglycercule]

sometimes i like to think that horror comes to dust's room late at night just to talk to phantom papyrus. no he doesn't wanna talk to dust. horror probably doesn't even CARE if dust's awake at the asscrack of dawn or rambling off to the hallucination too loudly this late at night because he just wants to talk to phantom papyrus

horror's not delusional enough to believe that phantom paps is actually real and his own papyrus like dust does but sometimes he really wants to,,,, so just for these short moments between them he wants to pretend that the hallucination is his papyrus. that he gets to talk to his own brother before everything went to shit and before he ruined his brother's life. yeah sure phantom paps kinda says some crazy stuff that horror's papyrus never would back then but so what?? dust's papyrus is the closest thing he's got and at least he doesn't have to deal with the guilt at even LOOKING at his brother's face (the sunken eyesockets,,,, the uneven teeth,,,,, yeah no) because there's nothing there. horror doesn't have to do anything but keep his back turned to dust and just talk to papyrus through him

they both keep their backs turned to eachother when they do this because neither of them can stand looking at eachother. dust especially because hearing horror sound so much like how he was before. horror sounds so lighthearted and relaxed and just,,,,, normal that it almost reminds dust of himself. maybe if he closed his eyes and tuned out his own voice he could just imagine the moment being a conversation between himself and paps back then before he had to kill him over and over. dust doesn't want to have to look back and see horror's mutilated skull and his permanently replaced eye. he doesn't want the fake scenario he's choosing to indulge in right now to be broken

and then i think they talk like that for a long time; because horror has a lot to say to paps about himself and what he regrets and dust has a lot of reminiscing to do on the good old days before he lost himself :3

[boss-the-goofball]

Alright, I believe it is time to determine who the One True Husband is

We all know there is a conflict between the Yoichi Fanclub and the All for One Simps, while those who are in full support of All Might will quietly cheer the Yoichi Fanclub on with popcorn.

But I must ask-

WHO IS ULTIMATE HUSBAND MATERIAL!?

[svampira]

ughhh i have such a bad headache i cant draw 👇 vaguely successful studies from like a week or two ago

[canisonicscrewyou]

There’s only 10 slots so if you fall into anything else you’re legally obligated to tell me for data collection (my own curiosity)