#if anyone is in these tags and wants to see that lmk

[sashimi020]

chaos meets guitarist p2 [manjiro x reader]

p1 | p3

a/n: SLKDJFDS i had no idea what to do for this chapter. i would've written the part where they all played uno n shit but got too tired. ALSO. i know i wrote that hina was a teacher in the previous chapter, i went back and edited it because i felt like it would be really fitting if reader met the gang like this tbh. might even make them make a trip to the nahoya twins restaurant!!! lmk if you guys would like that. LMK IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED!

thankfully your neighbour seemed nice enough. maybe you guys could even be friends! that is, if you could be slightly more social. that first interaction was fairly weird, wasn't bad by any means, on the bright side you supposed that you had something to laugh about.  you ponder on the morning as you wander around the streets of the apartment, eventually stumbling on a quaint looking mom and pops bakery. 'it looks really cozy, maybe.. i should- the food's probably really good honestly' you think and step inside. 

you push open the door and your senses are instantly overrun by the comforting smell of bread and chocolate. small, light chatter fills the air of seated customers enjoying their breakfast. you make your way to the counter. 

a short, pink haired woman turns around with a cheerful smile that reaches her eyes, "hello! welcome, what would you like to have?" "oh.. um.. actually this is my first time here, would you be able to suggest anything?" "oh! of course! um-" "hina! hina where's the order of coffee beans? i can't find the packages anywhere.." a guy peeked his head out from the closed off kitchen area

he gazed at the lady with the brightest blue eyes you've seen, anyone would assume they were contacts. "should be in the boxes outside mitchi!" the lady chided, "look properly! ah, sorry about that," she turned to you and gave you a heartwarming smile. "so, um, our specials for this week include the pumpkin tart, raspberry pie and.. " she listed off a few options, "yeah um.. i'll have the tart please, oh. actually could you make that two?" you quickly say. maybe you should get an extra for the sweet neighbour. 

you thank the the warm lady and leave the bakery. you were definitely going to come back, maybe next time you could get to know the lady more, she seemed so kind… 

wow. you seriously need friends. 

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emma shoved mikey through the door and slammed it with a frustration that mikey was familiar with. she huffed, draken raised an eyebrow in response. "he ruined my first impression!" mikey groaned, "let go already! jeez, i said i was sorry,-" "no, I  apologised for you! you stood there like an idiot and-" emma gasps recounting the incident in her head once more, she gripped his shoulders and turned him to face her "you called her pretty! that's the first fucking thing you said!" she said in a tone filled with curiosity and accusation,

"woah, woah, woah, slow down," draken interrupted "okay, what exactly happened?" emma sighed exasperatedly, mikey freed himself from her grasp and collapsed on the couch. "mikey ran up the stairs and crashed into our new neighbour" "it wasn't my fault!" "who runs up the stairs?!" emma chided. draken chuckled. emma sighed "well, she seemed pretty nice about it so that's good. i invited her over today evening so we can properly meet her then, and mikey, you're going to properly apologise" "we'll see her again?" he said with a weirdly foreign twinge of hopefulness in his voice, draken and emma shared a glance. 

"yeah guess so. don't hog the cookies if you want her back" draken snorted. mikey instantly complied.

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a few hours passed, it was evening now, you wonder if you should go over now. you'd finished cleaning and were practically jobless, so you grab the tart, muster up all the courage you have and knock on the door of the apartment.

you ignore the sinking feeling of nervousness in your stomach as you hear the door unlock. 

"yo, you're our new neighbour right? c'mon in, emma told me you were coming over," a guy, embarrassingly taller than you spoke up. "oh, yeah.. yeah" "i'm ken, ken ryuuguji, nice to meet you" "f/n, l/n, nice to meet you too.." you suddenly felt slightly bad that you'd only bought two tarts. emma returned from the kitchen holding a plate of fresh cookies "oh! hi! you're here!"

"hi, uh. well, actually i didn't want to intrude or anything um, but you .. seemed pretty nice this morning so i just bought you er.. this tart from a bakery at the end of the street," you pause and glance at draken, "well- i only got two, sorry, i kind of assumed you lived alone," you place it on the table

"oh! oh my god, how sweet of you!" emma giggles. draken stares at the packaging for a second before opening the box "oh hey- this is from hina and mitchi's bakery." he turns to you, "they're our pretty close friends" draken explains "oh! that's so nice.." you respond, "i should properly introduce you to her sometime, yeah, their stuff is always so good! it's mostly thanks to hina though, she comes up with most of the specials. their hot cocoa is insanely good" emma interjects. "also thanks to takemitchi's affinity to follow hina's orders" draken chuckles 

the three of you sit down and talk for a bit, you take small bites out of the pastry. it's clearly made by skilled hands. no doubt about it. you find out in the conversation that the both of them are together, which was so sweet! you also learn a bit more about mikey, the culprit who was responsible for your fall in the morning. 

"so, actually, we heard you playing guitar the other day! it sounded really cool. have you been playing for long?" you flush, "you guys could hear that? oh.. sorry i'll keep it down, um, i've been playing since i was a teenager.. oh uh, i actually moved here to work with a friend on a music teaching business" "woah, that's super cool!" emma gushes, you chuckle bashfully "well it's nothing much right now.. but yeah.." 

in the midst of your conversation mikey burst through the apartment door, "emma! i got your freaking groceries, are you happy now? can you stop threatening me n-" he instantly cuts himself off when he notices you. "oh.. you're-" emma interrupted him, "that's my brother, don't mind him, oh! and you need to apologise properly for today morning y'know?!" emma chided back at him "oh- really there's no need for that it was just an accident-" you interject, "i'm sorry, that was pretty reckless for me to do" mikey, who you would later come to learn his real name was manjiro, apologised. 

draken raised his eyebrow, this was probably the most sincere apology they've heard from mikey. it was rare that he'd even verbally apologise, even more so rare that he seemed so genuine. that to, to a stranger! 

"it's totally alright, my name's y/n, by the way, nice to meet you" you greet him with a newfound confidence from emma's hospitality. his lips tugged into a small smile, "manjiro, manjiro sano" 

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a few hours passed, you didn't expect the time to slip by so quickly, the four of you played uno, had dinner and watched a movie. with your newfound friendships and the promise of meeting up again next weekend, and a box full of warm cookies, you walked back into your apartment unit and wrapped up the eventful and rewarding day. maybe getting used to living in this new place would be easier than you thought.  tags: @manjirosfairmuse @dollrndo @dancingnewcat @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe

[ashyjingles]

"oh, i'll write a fic of jason's time at camp jupiter before the swap! that'll be fun.

"oh, but i need to plan it out really thoroughly. let me make sure i nail down every single detail in the books so i know what canon to abide by.

"and oh, i need to get an accurate depiction of what military bases are like and how being raised as a child soldier would affect someone. let me do some research on that.

"and of course, considering this is all based in roman mythology i need to make sure i have all of the myths accurately recorded so i know what to reference in my writing. it would make for some great parallels and foils, especially ones jason already has connections to. and ive been interested in mythology for a while, may as well take a class at university to make my learning a little more guided because lord knows my adhd ass needs it

"and of course, there's the roman culture that camp jupiter has retained all these years, so i should probably study up on roman history. the rise and fall of rome would be an interesting concept to include given jason's rise to power and subsequent fall as he turns to camp halfblood and more greek ways, especially given the way rome took over greece and its myths. a good flipped reference for jason's character.

"and i should probably get into the mindset of a leader. some self help books would help me understand his thinking process and wouldn't be too bad for my own person, right?

"and one of the reasons i love being a writer is the psychology behind writing all the characters, so a few courses and books on child and adolescent development would be immensely helpful not only to myself, but to my writing and general life as a whole.

"...oh. this project has gotten very large, very fast."

*looks at my hobbit fics where i've done the same thing with the dwarven language system, tolkien's world building, norse culture, political nuances, and royal monarchies.*

"do i... have a problem?"

so about that poll i made about jason's time at camp jupiter.... you folks might be waiting for a good long while for that fic. for the time being though i have books to read! <3

[ink-the-artist]

Creature of Light lithograph

[torchvic]

that one ship dynamic but with levi and mc

(credit to @litriu! here is the original post (lmk if the link doesnt work pls))

[cheswirls]

short asl thing based on @where-does-the-heart-lie's modern au :) i started this over a year ago but the beginning is all dialogue and felt more like a script to me i suppose??? which deflated my desire to work on it. anyway i checked it over recently and it's completely fine lmfao, self-confidence restored here we go !

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"Yo. Aren't you usually in the middle of your shift by now?"

"I've been banned from the hospital."

"Like, for life?"

"No. For the next, uh.. Twenty-two hours."

"That's oddly specific."

"It was twenty-four, but I fell asleep after leaving the building."

"That wouldn't have to do with why they kicked you out, at all?"

"Hmmm. I'm too sleep-deprived, apparently."

"Ah. And, um, you called me because...?"

"I pressed a random number in my call log after waking up. Lucky you, I guess."

"Yeah. Right. Lucky me. And your car keys are...?"

"Confiscated."

"Ah, right, of course."

A beat of silence. Two. Three, then "Look, if you're busy, then–"

"No, no.  You called me, so I'll be there. Give me twenty minutes."

"Alright. Thank–"

"Thank someone else. Also, if you fall asleep in my car, I'm taking it as express permission to drive you around wherever I want."

"Ugh, go die. I don't even know why I bothered."

"LUCKY YOU, I guess," sounds off way too loudly in his ear. "No take backs. See you in ten."

"I thought you said–" Sabo breaks off as the call ends, leaving him staring blankly at his phone's too-dim screen. He squints, turns the brightness all the way up, and still squints as the sunlight proves too strong for the display.

Ace shows up in more than ten but decidedly less than twenty minutes. Sabo doesn't waste much brain power on it, only climbing into the passenger seat and yawning into his palm while his other hand fixes the seatbelt into the buckle. Not a second too soon, too, as Ace roars the engine to life and peels away from the curb at record speed.

Ace fiddles with the radio. He turns the music up, then dial it back down to inaudible. They hit the expressway and he leans over the steering wheel, frowning with his eyes fixed on the road far ahead. Sabo yawns again and this appears to be the limit to his patience. 

"Hey, so, I had a thought after you hung up on me."

Sabo grimaces. "You mean you–"

"Today's Wednesday."

He doesn't elaborate. Sabo is too tired to process. "Yes," he follows, after a second. He glances at the sky out the front window. "What time is it?"

"Oh, uh." Ace fumbles with hand placement so he can lift his watch to his face. "Nine forty."

Sabo takes a couple beats to try and process this, moves his eyes away from the skyline, and sighs as he pulls his phone out. 2:47 is what the display reads, which sounds much more believable.

"How did the minute hand get off?" he mutters to himself, chancing a look at Ace's busted wristwatch. Ace raises a brow, taking his gaze off the road to scrutinize Sabo. "No, it doesn't matter," he mutters to himself once more, sliding his phone away back on his person and out of his hands.

"My point is," Ace continues, like he hasn't just been interrupted by a whole thing. "Your timeout will be done midday Thursday. Did they switch your days off?"

"No." Sabo sighs. "They technically gave me the next thirty-six hours. Technically closer to forty. Something like that. I go back in on Friday. Sometime.” He tries to smile and it turns out very lopsided, from that he can make out in the rearview mirror. “Can you tell I’m tired?”

“I don’t think ‘tired’ is an accurate description,” Ace quips. “When did you eat a proper meal last?”

“Uh, yesterday. Maybe.”

“Maybe??”

“A ‘proper meal’ means different things to the two of us,” Sabo huffs. “On my account it was yesterday. I’ve had food since then, of course.”

“Alright, so here’s the plan,” Ace announces before absolutely whipping it around a curve. Sabo is his passenger in the passenger seat and had fully prepared to be so when he got in the vehicle, but he’d been vastly underprepared for this sudden course of action, which is how he ends up halfway out of his seat with his cheek slammed into the cold window. Ace doesn’t quite notice his brother’s terminal velocity until the car is once again on the straight and narrow, and only then it’s because of the audible thunk Sabo’s face makes when it collides with the glass.

“Aw shit. You good bro?”

“Ow,” Sabo mutters. “If I have broken bones I’m suing your ass.”

“Well, if you’re good enough to make jokes, I think you’re better than you’re letting on.” Ace keeps the wheel steady with one knee while he takes both hands away to crack his fingers. When he glances over at Sabo again, he looks even more pathetic – like he’s becoming one with the glass. “Anyway, as I was saying.

“I’m taking your ass home. You’re going straight to sleep and while you crash, I’ll make you something decent to eat and stick it in the fridge for you to heat up later. I’ll even make you two servings to eat two different times, since you clearly can’t be trusted to take care of yourself correctly.”

“Ouch.”

“I want you to conk out for as long as your body allows. We can reset your sleep schedule tomorrow, alright? Put your phone on silent; do not answer any calls. In fact, you know what, just give it to me.

Sabo glances over to see Ace’s hand held out to him, palm up. Fingers wiggling expectantly. His lips pull up into a grimace. “I’m not doing that.”

“Fine.” Ace takes his hand back. “But you will comply with everything else.”

“Wow! It’s so funny, I didn’t realize you turned into my mother overnight! Really tapped into your mom potential, huh? Anything exciting happen in your life that would cause that? I guess I wouldn’t know, since I’ve been a zombie for the past two days.”

“There’s nothing wrong with acting like your older brother, you dipshit, especially if you keep putting yourself through the wringer like this. You go home. You sleep. You wake up and eat. You go back to sleep. Then we do laundry. Does that sound agreeable?”

“That’s negotiable, at the least,” Sabo mumbles. “I will accept good food as a form of bribery.”

“Oh, nice, because I’m flat broke at the moment.”

Sabo makes a mental note of that, and then they’re pulling into the driveway. Ace lets him exit the vehicle by himself and then promptly manhandles him all the way onto the couch where it will be easier to force his body to relax than in a real bed. Ace knows this, so he calls him weird before chucking a loose blanket at his head. Sabo is almost too tired to function at this point, so he lets Ace have the last laugh in favor of finally closing his eyes.

Coming to is a surreal experience, especially since the sun is still out. He must make a noise because Ace is suddenly within view. His limbs are tangled in the blanket and still so heavy that he doesn’t bother moving. “Thought you would be gone,” he half-groans, eyes slipping shut again for a moment.

“I did leave,” Ace confirms. “I had to go pilfer some stuff to make stew with. It’s almost done, so I’ll hang here until then.”

Pilfer. That could mean any number of things. Sabo chooses to believe in the option where Ace is an upstanding citizen, and then remembers Ace saying earlier that he had no money. He frowns and squirms on the cushions enough to where it looks like he’s checking his pockets. “Where’s my wallet, Ace?” he bluffs.

“Somewhere around here,” Ace pipes up. “Your stomach will thank you for your contributions to the Portgas Household’s pantry!”

“Ugh, I got robbed,” he complains. “This sucks. ‘m going back to sleep.” He rolls over so his back is to Ace.

“Yeah, you do you, bro. Stew will still be here later. I’ll see you when you’re back in the world of the living.”

—

Luffy comes in late that night and slams the front door shut as loud as humanly possible. When he appears in the main room, he doesn’t seem to be upset, so Ace writes it off as a Luffyism. Sabo hasn’t stirred at the noise, so it’s all good.

Realizing this, Luffy pads closer to Ace’s side and looks at Sabo’s unmoving body warily. “Why is Sabo passed out like a corpse? Is he sick?”

“No, he’s not sick, he just can’t take care of himself. Which is why we are going to let him sleep for as long as possible.”

Luffy just nods to this, but it’s the uncomprehending Luffy-nod that means he’s just going to end up doing whatever he wants to regardless. Ace sighs, then jerks his head towards the kitchen. “He ate a little earlier, but I want him to eat again when he wakes up. There’s stew in the fridge if you want it – just leave him a little. Got it, Monkey D. Luffy?”

Luffy throws him a salute and then runs off in his socks. “Yippee! Ace made stew!”

“Think of your brother, Luffy, and make good choices!” Ace calls after him. “He’s a pathetic man who needs food to feel better or he’ll end up sleeping through Laundry Day!”

—

Sabo does not sleep through laundry day, but he does sleep for sixteen whole hours, so it’s just around noon when he forces himself up off the couch and into a warm shower.

Ace is around, which is mildly unexpected. But he’s still half-asleep, so everything is at least a little unexpected. He glances up from playing video games with Luffy to see Sabo leaving the steam-filled bathroom with his hair hanging around his shoulders. “You look like a wet cat,” he calls.

“Sabo’s awake!” Luffy cheers. “Ace thought you died at one point.”

Ace elbows Luffy in the gut, making him hunch over. “I did not!”

“He totally checked to see if your heart was still beating!”

“I’m undead, actually,” Sabo says completely seriously.

“Does that mean you don’t need to eat anymore?” Luffy questions. “Because I ate all the stew last night.”

“I saw that coming and made extra.” Ace finger-guns in Sabo’s general direction. “That’s why I bought two sets of ingredients. With your money!”

“With my money,” Sabo echoes, because it’s such a wild statement to have to deal with this early in the day. Well, early for him. “Fuck you.”

“I mean, I can tell Luffy where I hid–”

“Thank you, Ace, for agreeing to share your quarters with both of your brothers so we can all do laundry today on your dime!” Sabo raises his pitch so his voice is mockingly squeaky when he says this. He starts moving down the hall before Ace can start to argue, letting his and Luffy’s voices bleed into the background.

When he comes back out, now dressed, it smells significantly better than before. “I reheated the stew,” Ace announces, gesturing for Sabo to take a seat at the kitchen counter. “Let’s all have lunch before we head out.”

“You have to drink this too,” Luffy tells Sabo, sliding a Gatorade across the counter so it sets in front of him when he finally does take a seat. “Ace’s orders.”

“Gotta get those nutrients back somehow.”

“Aren’t we so considerate, Sabo?”

“Do you even know what ‘considerate’ means?” Sabo asks, lips quirking up into a half-smile. At Luffy’s shrug, it turns into a real smile. “Well, thanks anyway. Both of you.”

“No sweat. And look!” Ace brandishes a five dollar bill for both to see. “I found this baby for us to use on coins! It’s all on me today–”

“Where’s my wallet, Ace?!”

[dungeonsaddies]

forget about the hole in the stars what about the hole in francis' head

[superxstarzz]

i did some math and as it turns out there's a total of 10296 combinations (which is like. a lot). you mentioned earlier that you'd probably just keep making the combos indefinitely until you finish... but that sounds like it'll take a while since there's just SO MANY. do you think you could make some sort of masterpost to keep track of all of the classpect combos? i just keep looking at them and there's so many and it's hard to keep track of all of them, so it'd be nice if there was some easier way to find all of them

oh!!! oh my thats!! that's a lot!! what have I gotten myself into!!! this is DEFINITELY going to take a while, honestly I might graduate hs before I finish :,) So yeah, a masterpost is a great idea!

two main issues though:

I. am so new to tumblr. I have no clue how to make an effective masterpost

the sheer amount of classpect combos and how frequently I add to that seems like way too much to track on a tumblr post!

So! I made something a little different: a masterdoc! it was the best thing I could come up with that's convenient and easy to update. It's basically a glorified checklist, but hey, it gets the job done!

Here's the link!!

[camelspit]

Keeper Sexymen 2025: Artist Portrait Signups

The Sexyman Contest is back for its 3rd year! Each year, artists sign up to make portraits of all of the men for the Keeper Sexymen Contest. This form will be open from Nov 21 - Nov 29, and I'll release the portrait assignments on the 30th. You will have until Feb 9 to complete the portraits and turn them in!

(alphabetized) List of men + Info about portrait submissions and rules below the cut! If you have any questions, feel free to message me :).

Alden Vacker

Alvar Vacker

Barth the Reaper

Behnam Aria

Blur

Boobrie Dude

Coach Bora

Bo

Brant [REDACTED]

Councillor Bronte

Bullhorn

Cadfael

Cassius Sencen

Councillor Darek

King Dimitar

Durand Redek

Elwin Heslege

Councillor Emery

King Enki

Ethan Benedict Wright II

Fallon Vacker

Fintan Pyren

Gethen Ondsinn

Grady Ruewen

Greyfell

Iggy

Jurek

Councillor Kenric

Kesler Dizznee

Marty

Mr Forkle

Mr Snuggles

Mr Sweeney

Councillor Noland

Prentice Endal

Quan Song

Quinlin Sonden

Ruy Ignis

Sandor

Councillor Terik

Tiergan Alenefar

Timkin Heks

Trix

Watson

William Foster

Woltzer

Wraith

Yuri

When you finish your portraits, you can post them and tag me in them and/or message them directly to me! The choice is yours <3 as long as I get them sometime before or on Feb 9. If you think your submission might be late or you need to drop out, please message me as soon as possible!

RULES:

I dont care how big it is but please use a SQUARE canvas. This makes the posts a lot easier to format <3

Portrait is a broad term- you can draw however much of the man you want in whatever post you want, whether it be full body or just the head

It does not have to be entirely canon accurate! You can add your own hcs (ex. poc vackers), it just has to be identifiable as the character

Have fun!!!

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard @tizniz 💖

more bucktommy the will talk (they're getting there, the conversation went a bit off track lol) - it might be done this week, and then I can focus on the smut, and the buddie fics, and I have a new bucktommy idea inspired by that video of lou barbecuing with his shirt off that I sooo wanna write🙈

prev snippet

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“Well, yeah, of course.” Buck answers easily, his heartbeat speeding up. He’s a little anxious about putting too much pressure, too many expectations out there, but he also knows that even if he did, they’d get back on track, they’d be fine. And besides, Tommy’s smiling, he doesn’t seem freaked out at all. And that’s after Buck brought up children. But if they’re moving forward with their relationship, they need to know what they want out of life. It seems reasonable to have this conversation this early on.

“Good.” he responds, grinning widely. “Now I won't have to stress about your answer when I ask.” he adds, and Buck feels himself blush, butterflies in his stomach going wild. Oh. Oh. This is- this is real. They’re talking about it, and maybe someday soon- he might marry this man. He will marry this man. Tommy wants him forever. Tommy wants him. Tommy wants to marry him and have children with him, and just be with him. Sometimes it’s still so shocking to Buck that someone as great and amazing as Tommy wants him, but he does. Buck’s not sure he remembers the last time he felt this wanted.

“How- how do you know I won’t ask first?” Buck asks, moving his head slightly closer to Tommy, just enough to look into his beautiful blue eyes. It feels surreal, talking about this, when they only dated for a few months, but it also feels… right. It feels like they’re on the right track to get there one day.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie @your-catfish-friend @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz @diazsdimples

[phontao]

HEARD YOU / SAW YOU / FELT YOU / GAVE YOU

[arceeapprentice]

hi! ive been talking in the dc server and with the help of some ppl, i’ve created a role swap au—in which the love interests and heroes switch roles. i hope you enjoy :3

roleswap titans au

leader: kory anders. (lives in gotham after being abandoned in the streets by her sister when they crash landed on earth. raised by catwoman. wanted a team to not only help the world but to not feel alone. for all catwoman’s strengths, emotional connections aren’t always her strongest thing. especially to a kid.) replaces dick grayson

report writer: linda park (gained super speed after recreating the accident that happened to flash to investigate what happened at star labs. she joins titans by claiming she wants to learn how to be a better hero but really… she wants to know their hero identities & uncover who the flash Really Is. will she use her connection to the hero world to figure out their identities or will she learn to be the hero she claims to be?) replaces wally west

redeemed hero: chesire (“saved” by roy harper. she initially refuses to work together with the titans but the more they live with each other, the more she thinks twice about not corporating. can she move past the path she believed she was destined for? or will the titans efforts be in vain?) replaces roy harper

atlantan: dolphin (quiet kid from atlantis. she wandered into earth after being attacked by atlantis’ army for her mutation, stranded and alone. it’s only by being recruited by kory anders that she’s learning to find her footing (or fins) in the world. is she capable of working together with the cast? find out) replaces garth (aqualad)

the bow and arrow: speedy (the one that “saved” chesire. lots of people teased that he only joined bc he had a crush on kory but really… he wants to help chesire. and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to aid her. he thinks being with ppl their own age would help them adjust and fit in) replaces donna troy

[bad-re-takes]

do you think he fucks the soldats

[ozsvessalius]

systems that stream openly as a system, hear me out

vtuber model for the system where alters each have their own toggles/outfits so they can be properly represented as they front

it'd obv be a lot of work but it'd be so rad

[theghoulboysblog]

Also! I’m sorry! I should’ve put a trigger warning on that ask I just realized because although they found it funny, more so Ryan, it was borderline harassment in my opinion 😭

no, you’re good anon! 🫶

you didn’t really go into detail about the situation at all in your ask, just referenced it and said that you thought the situation was odd, so i do *believe* that it is fine without a tag! 🙏

i did, however, make sure to put a TW on my response to your ask just to be safe! (not because of what you said but because i went into depth a little more and i wanted to make sure it wasn’t possibly triggering to anyone!)

so don’t worry about it anon! it has been tagged accordingly and in a safe way! :) 💛

[arwcn]

isopod update!

one of the porcellionides pruinosus molted and left his shirt on a leaf for his children to find (former shirt-owner pictured in the background) and i fully thought he had been guillotined in a tiny french revolution 😭 then i was like OH he molted. thank goodness

speaking of the p pruinosus, their current baby count is 39 (i just count the ones that i can see without taking the lid off or disturbing them) and the total pod count is over 50 (?!) it’s been less than two months and the 10 adults have really turned on the printing press. the bebbes love hanging out on the cork bark and nibbling the moss!

the american magic potions are still chilling out, they just eat their moss and nap all day. no bebbes, but that might be a good thing haha

[hikeyzz]

day 6 of sobriety - still sux, still doing it

(put the rest under read more just bc it's not my usual kinda posting)

it feels like i've been rubbed raw and every nerve ending is exposed so every gust of wind or light touch feels like fire. but i've had more energy, way more motivation, and feel more real and alive than i have in a long, long time. still haven't told many people i'm doing this. honestly feels sorta shameful and embarrassing when the common understanding is that you can't get addicted to a non-addictive substance (even if that's not rlly fully true). also feels like i'm faking it bc i didn't really hit a rock bottom. but am trying to unlearn what i've been taught about addiction and recovery. this shit's harder than i thought but now i understand why i was never successful at "just stopping" or moderating myself in the past. i can do hard things and i can do this.