#imma be so tired tomorrow...

[winnie-likez-starz]

I do NOT want to go to school tomorrow. I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[signanothername]

Listen we need more Killer and Color speaking Arabic plz

[hakusins]

cw // tattoos, slight nudity

timeskip! whitney x eri (pc)

i need to make whitney a dad ;;w;;;

reference used for the art under the cut!

(unfortunately i've lost the source for the ref pic, so if anyone can be so kind as to link i'll add the link to the post!)

[temeyes]

i'm so exhausted rn that the delulu in me won

[baby-pink-flowers]

Rogue is BRAT. You can't tell me otherwise. Also, her favorite song is definitely either apple or sympathy is a knife, and definitely not because those are my favs.

[raineandsky]

#84

There’s been a new series of attacks on the city. Nothing that anyone can blame on current villains, no—this is the work of someone new. Someone crueller than the rest.

The hero can’t catch them. No one knows why. The hero always shrugs and promises to try harder when people ask. No one knows. No one can know.

A building blows up, the hero gets called in, she’s always too late. The superhero is slowly losing patience, but appearances matter—the hero always throws them her best winning smile with a pledge to bring the fist of justice down on the vigilante, and her word on it seems to calm them down a little.

Easy. Keep up appearances. Stay alert. Don’t get caught.

This is the hero’s mantra that she always repeats to herself, minutes before she gets her inevitable call to the crime scene. 

Keep up appearances. With a flick of her wrist a match lights, pushing the gloom back slightly. Stay alert. She carefully holds it to a long fuse at her feet. Don’t get caught. The light sparks, and the hero starts to make her getaway before the bomb sets off and the building collapses on her. She sets her stopwatch—three minutes. Okay.

Across the hall. Downstairs. To the main door and out—

“Fancy seeing you here.”

The hero whips back, with barely contained horror, to face the villain, leaning against a doorframe and smirking at the hero like he knows something. The hero’s insides twist nervously at the expression. “Didn’t take you for a derelict building kind of gal,” he continues casually.

“All the city is under my watch,” she snaps a little too quickly. “Derelict buildings are in my care, too, just as much as the populated ones are.”

The hero can hear the hissing of the fuse upstairs, even from here. The villain can too, from the way he tilts his head thoughtfully. Or maybe she’s imagining things and he can’t hear a thing.

She moves to get past the villain. He leans across the doorway as if that can truly stop her. It wouldn’t, but catching the villain in an about-to-be-blown-up building was not part of the plan. She fixes him with a hard glare instead. “I suggest you move,” she spits, but the villain only laughs.

“What, no time for a dance with your favourite criminal?”

He holds his hands out to her like he’s serious but she bats him away. “Leave, [Villain],” she demands, praying it sounds more like a command than a warning. “You shouldn’t be here.”

She shoves past him and he thankfully moves this time, stumbling back into the doorframe as she skirts around him. He follows her as she lets herself out the main door, and she’s distantly thankful that he’s so persistent. 

“And you should?” the villain snaps harshly. “The agency sends its finest out to wander about buildings five seconds from collapsing?”

The hero would laugh at the irony if she wasn’t so worried about how close they are to the door and how short that fuse surely is by now. She turns to him and hopes her usual heroic smugness is sitting in its place.

“If you want to dance,” she says, quicker than can be played off as smooth, “we can do it where everyone can watch.”

She turns to run but the villain catches her arm, uncharacteristic concern etched into this expression. “What’s going on with you?” he asks softly. “You’re acting weird.”

Fuck, he knows. He’s going to carefully pry a confession out of her like he’s the good guy. Okay, I’m the big scary villain everyone’s looking for! I’m the one bringing the city to its knees! Then the villain will arrest her or some shit. He’s an undercover hero. He’s– he’s going to tell the superhero, her life is over. He knows, he knows he knows he knows—

The hero’s stopwatch beeps cheerfully from her pocket, and before she can think what she’s doing she tackles the villain to the floor.

Whatever noise of surprise the villain made at the contact is lost to the deafening boom of the bomb erupting, gutting the building without a care. She can’t see it—doesn’t want to, not really—but the debris scatters across the street like a taste of the carnage behind her. She can see some of the disaster in the reflection of the villain’s widened, startled eyes—fire, smoke, and merciless, cold-hearted destruction.

The villain finally manages to tear his gaze from the mutilated remains of the building and back to the hero. She can’t meet his eye. He knows. There’s no doubt he does. She stares at where concrete is jabbing into her palms instead.

“Did you just save my life?“ His question almost sounds offended. The hero almost laughs at the unexpectedness of it.

“You’re welcome.”

His gaze flits back to the building crumbling over the hero’s shoulder. “You—” His voice catches on nerves. She’s never seen him actually scared of her before. “You did that. You’ve done all of them.”

No point in lying anymore. “I have to do a lot to get the agency’s attention nowadays.”

Something pulls at the corner of the villain’s lips, and it takes her a moment to realise that it’s a smile. Unabashed, delighted, like he’s just stumbled across a pile of gold.

“You’re on the wrong team,” he says. “There’s a place for someone like you with us.”

And, to be honest, the hero knows he’s right.

[cr1ms0n4nd-ac3]

My new Omori AU explained in 1 second:

[eyrieofsynapses]

me @ my professor: why tf did you have to put an exam the day after election day. wtf. we're already stressed out and bouncing off the walls. cruel

me, today: ...fine. maybe frantically studying is a distraction. whatever

[moths-and-crows]

today was fantastic and we're topping it off with a new litwtc ep

fuck yeah i am thriving

[awerzo]

An owl painting for my uncle's bday :]

[tomfrogisblue]

WHY

DO MY SMPS

INSIST ON FUCKING

NUKING THEMSELVES

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN AGAINNNNN

[theha1rarch]

from now on if you're a solo st blog & you follow first, i'm hard blocking on sight. truly idc anymore, i'm tired of this rule of mine being ignored continuously time & time again, not only is it in my rules, but it's literally in my pinned post as well. i will make exceptions when i feel comfortable enough to do so & if i do, i will follow first. you're not going to be an exception if you do. you will be blocked. it's not your decision to make. thanks.

[theloveinc]

shinso anon, started writing a response to ur ask abt the blood thing …. Will try to get it outs soon :)

[hellishvxbes]

don't hate me. but im not gonna get anything done today i've been staring at this response for over an hour and my mind is just doing vox dial up noises. my feeties hurt and i still gotta shower. so i'mma stick to discord. work was a big pile of poop and zapped all my energy.

[lashysdomain]

i might end up only making two of these CR adopts for now bc my brain is just like. not wanting to make another after i finished this second one. i'm gonna post 'em soon i think

[kwistowee]

I'm finally home for the day (it's coming up on 9 PM) and I had so much I was going to tackle, but I think I might just crawl into bed instead…? I'm absolutely knackered.