#in reference to that one vine

[rottenpumpkin13]

[Zack filming. Shaky recording]

Zack: welcome to LOVELESS study, we're all children of the goddess

[Zooms in on Sephiroth and Genesis arguing and wrestling each other on the ground. Meanwhile Angeal is banging two pots and pterodactyl screeching in the background]

Zack: 🎵 Kumbayaaa

[bamsara]

Sleepy gods. Some stuff in the future of The Rehabilitation of Death.

POV the object of your affections nightmares presence gives you a good night's rest that you haven't had for centuries and vice versa, wyd

[themetalhiro]

Get this guy home. He’s had too much.

[rotomicity]

I can't believe these were from september last year but i still like them a lot so im putting it here anyways

[grandefinales]

Rank 8 😔 why is he so mean to us

[zorionbbq]

oueghhhgh story with the eyebrows of all time

[micamone]

TODAY I OFFER YOU: redraws of eight year old comics

TOMORROW? who knows. . .

[secondary-colorentimy]

epcot ball… 🤤

(edit: its supposed to say “and not just because hes my boyfriend-)

[nitw]

appreciation post for the entity tarot card designs on rusty quill's official redbubble because they FUCK

LIKE I JUST LOVE THESE SO GODDAMN MUCH the artist is named grace holsten!!

(if anyone would be kind enough to help with an ID for this i'll add it to the post n love you forever)

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #23

Danny gets summoned by the justice league, but he’s tired, just finished a ghost fight, missed his morning coffee, is running late on several college assignments, and has been summoned multiple times this week.

Or- Danny screams at the justice league for summoning him until someone offers to help with his rogues and homework, not that they really know what they’re offering to do. The summoning is wrapped up, the big bad is defeated, and Danny gets to go home. Too bad that one of the heroes is absolutely infatuated.

[ruskatuskapuskasapuska]

There was a scene like this right?

This has been haunting my WIPs for like a month now, I just want it out of my system (not like this is fully out of its WIP-phase either but oh well, shitposty enough)

[jays-bookmarks]

Stained Sheets (Scaramouche/Wanderer x gn!reader)

The Wanderer brainrot is real. Scarameow in the Cat House is coming soon I promise but in the meantime take this lil oneshot I wrote as a reward for finishing finals :3

Summary: You forgot your period was on the way and wake up to a mess in your sheets. Your roommate helps you with the laundry. (I wrote this with my own traveler & sereniteapot in mind but the details are vague enough that it can be read as anyone & any house lol. Could even be modern au) Words: 1092 Warnings: casual mention of blood & periods, reader describes their period as relatively mild, reader has pets (2 dogs + 1 cat), Wanderer is referred to as "your roommate"/"your friend"

You sighed as you took the last step down the stairs, shifting the bundle of fabric in your arms to keep it from dragging on the floor. Your roommate was seated on the couch, flipping through a book that was clearly not keeping his attention. He glanced at you as you passed by.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Washing my sheets.”

“Didn’t you just do that yesterday?”

“I know, which is why I’m so upset!” you threw your head back dramatically before looking back at your friend with a tired smile. “Plus, blood is like the most annoying stain to remove and there's just so much of it.”

“What?” At the mention of blood, your roommate’s eyes widened and he jumped out of his seat, closing the distance between you in a few strides and grabbing you by the arms. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You stared at him, stunned at his sudden reaction. “I… didn’t think you would care?”

“Ugh, you—” he looked to the side, a blush forming on his face as his grip on you tightened. “Of course I care. I’m the one who has to take care of you if you do something stupid and get hurt.”

You blinked, a smile slowly making its way onto your face as the realization dawned on you. As much as you wanted to tease your friend about how he just offered to be your personal nurse, you took pity on him and decided to clear up the miscommunication.

“That’s sweet of you,” you said. “But I’m not hurt. I’m just on my period.”

His gaze snapped back toward you, confusion evident on his face. “Your… what?”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a teasing grin and a playful tilt of your head. “What, you mean to tell me that in all your years—”

“I know perfectly well what that means!” He turned to the side, bringing a hand up to cover his flushed face while using the other to shove you away. You stumbled a bit at the force of his push but were too busy laughing to say anything back to him. The commotion drew the attention of your two dogs, who trotted over to you with expectant eyes. With an annoyed huff, your roommate turned on his heel and started toward the door.

“Where are you going?” you said between laughs.

“Away from you,” he replied, his face still bright red. As he approached the door, the dogs bolted toward him, running circles around his heels while he picked up his hat. You laughed as you watched the dogs shoot out the door with tails high in the air, a stark contrast to your friend’s sour disposition. He slammed the door behind him, leaving you to chuckle to yourself in the now quiet house.

You shook your head and turned toward the kitchen.

As you pushed open the door, the bundle of orange fur by the windowsill stretched out to reveal Fred, mouth wide open in a yawn. You bent down to scratch behind his ears. He closed his eyes and let out a contented purr, tucking his paws into his chest and curling the top of his body toward his tail. 

It didn’t take much digging to find a wooden tub big enough to wash the sheets. Humming to yourself, you began to fill it with water. Fred followed behind you, poking his face wherever you went.

You had just started dipping the stained cloth into the water when you heard the door open and shut behind you. You called out a greeting without turning around, but glanced back in confusion when you heard your roommate’s footsteps getting closer.

You tilted your head in a silent question as he entered the kitchen, taking off his hat and crouching down beside you. Before you could say anything, he shed his outer layers, along with his gloves, and grabbed the sheets from your hands.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said, pointedly avoiding your gaze. Despite this, you could still see a tint of pink coloring the tips of his ears.

You laughed. “You didn’t even see me do it yet.”

He didn’t say anything to that, just dipped the sheets into the water and began scrubbing at the fabric. You watched him methodically work the blood out of the fabric, marveling at the expertise evident in his every motion. 

“Thanks.” You smiled, settling back onto the floor in a more comfortable position. He hummed noncommittally in response. Fred, sensing an opportunity, quickly made his way over to you and rubbed against your side. You reached over to pet him, resting your chin on your knees as you continued to watch your friend work. A comfortable silence fell over you, broken only by the quiet splashing of water. It was the first time you ever got to watch him so closely. The water dripping from his hands glistened in the morning sunlight each time he raised the fabric above the tub. Your eyes traced a path up his arm, studying the patterns embedded in his skin: A circular shape on the back of his palm, a line around his shoulder leading to a similar circular pattern on his chest, half covered by the sash around his waist… 

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks as you realized what you were doing. You quickly turned your gaze to the floor.

“...Does it hurt?”

“Hmm?” You snapped back to attention, sitting a little straighter as you glanced at your roommate’s face. He didn’t repeat the question, perhaps content with letting the conversation fade once more.

“My period?” You asked.

Your only answer was a glance and a hum.

You looked up at the ceiling as you considered his question. “Not really. I’m one of the lucky ones, I guess. The worst I usually get is being really sore after standing for too long. Though, I know there are some people who have it so bad they can barely even move.”

Your roommate made no comment. Not finding anything else to say, you curled up again and turned your attention back to the tub. You absently stroked Fred’s fur, his purrs resonating in the quiet room.

The peace was quickly broken by a flurry of muffled barks and whines. Fred flinched, ears swiveling forward as he searched for the source of the noise. Your roommate shot an annoyed glance at the door. You laughed, pushing yourself off the floor and brushing yourself off.

“I’ll go let them in. They probably want breakfast.”

[sleepinglionhearts]

*goes thru my sketchbook to deliver u some One Piece nonsense from last month*

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

Guys these characters are way too fun to draw

[dxscmfrt]

well-timed giggle

fic (and more art) under cut // cw eyestrain / high contrast

...

your face hits the ground.

ugh, what is this place?

you get up. your head spins like you've been transported a few months back. the people in the vast dark landscape around you stand still, wordless, not acknowledging your presence.

you walk forward along the corridor, towards the large open window.

a picture frame on a table decorated with flowers stands before you. you pick up the frame.

a photo of someone familiar.

you take two steps back and drop the picture frame.

it shatters into pieces.

frozen in place, you look in front of you again. the table is no longer to be seen. the flowers lie on the ground, wilting.

the same familiar figure sits atop a wooden box.

you don't quite remember who this person is, but you know what you did.

you take a step closer.

he stares at you, tilting his head.

a bright red light flashes from the window behind him.

the light subsides and the figure disappears with it. you feel strangely drawn to the wooden box.

what will you do?

other alternate versions

[auelnight]

Nickelback moment