#longer than i thought

[lucifermorningstar-official]

Just realised, I probably spent more time near Odysseus on his odyssey than Athena, even if he never realised it.

For a bit secretly convinces his men to open the windbag.

Then, helped him get through the Underworld without getting lost.

And finding him trapped on Calypso's island until he opened the windbag a second time.

So, it's almost 4 years and a month, I think

[liverpool-enjoyer]

If every character of uefa high were divided into groups of high school stereotypes (quiet kids, popular kids, jocks, nerds and etc.), which one would they be?(I DUNNO IF THAT MAKES SENSE😀👍)

okok so

i feel like the jock group is pretty irrelevant here since like literally all of em play sports lmao. but if you wanna take in the full "athletic but dumb" stereotype i feel like it would be my boy christian lmao. i realize he hasnt made an appearance yet but trust me hes there,,, for some reason. oh erling could fit this too

sergios the resident kid that jus,,, scares the shit outta everyone. threatens half the student population on a daily basis. yknow, the works. he is genuinely really smart but if anyone calls him a nerd he'll beat the snot outta em. luis has a similar reputation but its not nearly as bad. oh n virgil also tends to intimidate ppl since hes so tall n has that deep voice but hes actually a rlly nice guy

luka n thomas could be considered nerds, luka cause he studies so hard n is SUCH an overachiever/teachers pet n thomas cause hes so smart. kylian could be in this group ig, but hes less of a nerd n more of a,,, smart ass

leos a quiet kid. nuff said

gavis a wannabe n pedris the poor soul thats dragged along for the ride. gavis a quiet kid who wants to be a popular kid, but hasnt yet realized that there,,, kinda are no popular kids. everyone pretty much has their own friend groups. hes been watching too many movies. (but rlly, are popular kids actually a thing in other schools??? in my school everyone jus had their own friend groups)

the resident gossips are neymar n,,, like all of klopps class. like for example mo has a buncha dirt on ppl cause they think he wont tell anyone, since hes pretty quiet. but dw he only spills tea w his classmates

trent n robbo are those kids who are never seen apart literally ever. its almost concerning

[sadbigemini]

Hiya! I think this will be a short one but let's see. This is a fic prompt for an au, let's get into it, Readers!

Sense8 AUs

This is a TV show I binged in two days and I absolutely loved it... I would even more if there were less nudity and sex scenes. So, FAIR WARNING if you want to try it out.

There are some Sense8 AUs on AO3 but none I've really wanted to read. But I'm probably going to try some out anyway bc I looove this concept.

So, some things you'll need are:

To watch the show lol, it's great and really gay. So, it's a good watch for pride! It's on N*tflix. It's only two seasons since it got cancelled 😭

Anywho, some lore from the show is that eight people from around the world are psychically and empathically linked. Kinda like a soul bond AU. (EDIT: their ability and link is called a sensorial link. There's more info about it on superpowerwiki)

They all need to be the same age, so if you're doing a crossover make sure they are.

For example, Buffy The Vampire Slayer goes from 16-22 in her show and Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) goes from 17-19. So, you could use these two.

It's not required but a variety of locations is preferred and I think would be more interesting. Like Buffy is in California and Steve is in Indiana. But also like Nakajima Atsushi (BSD) is in Japan while they reside in america. Y'know, what I mean??

I also understand if most of the things you watch are located in the country you live in. One solution for this is using headcanons. Like, a popular headcanon is that Sero Hanta (MHA) is at least half Hispanic. So, he could reside in a different country of those origins. Or Aoyama Yuuga (MHA) acts like he's French (not confirmed I don't think) so there you go lol

Since it's fanfiction you can just make them all have the same birthday. Maybe you can even find characters the same age with the same birthday?? Kinda like how Shirakumo Oboro (MHA) and Atsushi were both born on May 5th. They are close in age, I'm sure aging Shirakumo up a year or Atsushi down a year would be fine.

They don't need anybody hunting them like in the show but I think that instantly gives you a plot.

Polyamory representation is not needed but I love to see it! Also QPR representation would be appreciated as well! Just like how both are in Sense8!

Also with crossovers, you'll have to decide which world your story is in. Like, are Buffy, Steve, and Atsushi in the 90s fighting vampires and demons from Hell? Or are they fighting monsters from another universe in the 80s? Or are they fighting people with superpowers like they themselves might have in a more recent year? OR all the above just in the same time period? Alternatively, you can set it in like the Sense8 world where the world is mostly normal but sensates exist in secret (sensates are what the psychically linked people are called lmao).

I think that is all, lmk if you think anything should be added!

Some Character Ideas You Can Pick From

You will have to do the world-building and creating on your own tho, you can do it!

OMFG Scooby-Doo! I don't think Scooby himself would be a part of it tho lmao. Also that's only four people. So, idk add OCs, the older teen Stranger Things cast, or the Buffy cast??

17: Robin Buckley (Stranger Things, america), Willow Rosenberg (BTVS, america), Harry Potter (the UK), Young Aizawa Shouta (MHA, Japan), Akutagawa Gin (BSD, Japan), Donna Troy (DC, Greece?), Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf, France), and Young Sam Winchester (SPN, america)

20?: Yamada Hizashi (MHA, Japan), Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds, america), Dean Winchester (SPN, america), Natasha Romanoff (Marvel, Russia), T'Challa (Marvel, Africa), Marlene McKinnon (Marauders Era, the UK), Higuchi Ichiyou (BSD, Japan), and Sherlock Holmes (BBC, the UK).

Around 200?: James 'Logan' Howlett (Marvel), Stefan Salvatore (TVD), Marcel Gerard (Originals), Aang (ATLA), Rowena MacLeod (SPN), Cole Turner (Charmed), Steve Rogers (Marvel), Raven Darkhölme (Marvel)

Now, I'm just going to suggest different fandoms bc that was a lot of hard work lmao

Supernatural: Charlie Bradbury, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Kevin Tran, etc

Teen Wolf: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Bobby Finstock, Derek Hale, etc

MHA: all the pros like Mirko/Rumi Usagiyama and all the students like Hatsume Mei

Demon Slayer/KNY: Kamado Tanjiro, Tomioka Giyu, Uzui Tengen, etc

DC: the Batfam, the Superfam, Teen Titans, Justice League, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, etc

Marvel/MCU: Avengers, Shang-Chi, Shuri, MJ, Yelena Belova, Rogue, Gambit, etc

I hope this all made sense!

[scham-wcan]

Let Me Ramble for a Second

So I have been in a rut with actually writing for the past bit (life, work, school and all of that getting in the way), but I have not gone unplagued by my girls for a while.

I want to think about how Cinder and Winter treat one another when either of them are upset, angry, or in some mood other than their usual emotional stature--and how that applies to the pair of them. Their first real couple's fight especially where it wasn't over some ideology or on the battlefield but instead in their personal lives must have been a menace for the pair of them.

Like Cinder and Winter seem to have two very different kinds of volatile moods. Cinder seems to be more inclined to intense sudden anger which boils over into whatever else she does for a time. While Winter has a long term emotional stance where her anger is contained and builds and builds until something eventually pops that cork as it were. You have Cinder who is immensely emotional and Winter who is rationally oriented with their own triggers for response.

That of course extends to the pair of them having some very dynamic interactions when either of them are upset. Like Cinder going completely AWOL for a time from Winter, finding somewhere where she can 'explode' and get rid of all of that sudden anger. She needs that quick and fervent release instead of letting it sit in her, because it is caustic and she knows by this point it is also not the best thing to pop off on the people around her--especially Winter--even if suddenly demolishing a sparring bag or going to town on whatever combat training is not really the best solution either.

Where as Winter has that military mindset of press concerns down and down because speaking out is the opposite of what a good soldier and Schnee child does. Instead she's going to smash all of that angst quietly away forever until the aforementioned explosion occurs and she just resigns herself away from everything which could prolong that fire. I think the best way of doing that for Winter to her is her idea of throwing herself into her work or training or something where her mind can force itself to focus on something else.

Now when those two concepts come against each other I think would be intriguing. Because you now have the couple who thrives most when they're opposites are together now also being forced apart willingly by the pair of them. Whether the anger or angst is caused by the pair of them on one another, they throw themselves into their respective outlets.

The most interesting idea though is when that angst does come from the pair themselves. Like Cinder being obstinate toward Winter's planning of something, or Winter discounting something Cinder held in regard. Shouting from Cinder as a first measure of her trying to drain herself of this anger just sourcing a reason for Winter to respond like the analytic she is.

The sudden flash of emotion from Cinder about something and her moving to leave and do her venting being interrupted by Winter who is trying her best to deconstruct and understand what happened only giving way to Winter now being angry because Cinder is flashing suddenly at her--the two of them domino essentially before splintering in a rush of emotion off to their own thing.

But the anguish of that anger being the moments after the rage from the moment subsides and turning to a guilt over whatever happened, the two of them having those moments alone where they can see the empty space beside them and it hits them like a truck. Because for all they know their outburst just lost them the on the person who was so much like them and saw the actual them and not the projected image they tried to be.

Throw in a tired Winter with her head in her hands at her desk, trying desperately to focus on a document in the evening light as she strains her tired eyes to just read the words and make her head focus on this. The tired huffs of breath just tasting more and more like bitter anxiety as she just can't make herself not think of Cinder and the cruel way she shouted at her earlier.

Similarly look to Cinder sat on the cold ground of a sparring mat, a few droids or bags burned and thrown around her as she heaves for breath and just cannot find it in herself to put out the fire of regret in her for some reason. Finding something even more to draw emotion from as she goes back at it again and again, making herself more tired and aching her body more and more; but finding more despair in her than rage as she thinks about the things she said in response to Winter over something trivial.

The quiet of their place of rest as the pair of them inch back into it, the creaking of floorboards as they move about it; neither one of them daring to be the first one to broach the subject of their fight hazard they bring forth another one. In which bringing forth another one could entail one of them breaking down imminently from the stress alone. Taking a moment as the pair find themselves in their kitchen or living room, a space where they've spent a ridiculous amount of time with one another, it being painful even more so if this was also the place now soured by their outburst.

An issue of neither of them being the real types to forgive and forget with ease, but them still having such feelings for one another that they sort of force themselves into a scenario where they need to talk and cooperate to get past whatever this problem was. Because at this rate they need one another a whole lot more than they need to be the one on the high ground as they so wanton turn out to desire in most other conversations.

Anyway, silent apologies, bashful regrets, agreeing to be their for one another when they're mad rather than apart, respecting the time alone if they need it, and an agreement to keep filling that vacant space besides the pair of them so they don't have to feel empty again without their partner.

[puppyeared]

made this while watching ep 1 of dunmeshi

[rejectedbytheempty]

actually, ykw? imagine if simon had a civilian s/o and bc he’s constantly away and the partner is there most of the time anyways, he lets them decorate the place.

they make it so cozy with a million lamps with stained glass lampshades and tapestries on the walls and an unexpected number of stuffed animals on the bed.

one time, simon invites tf 141 to his flat and their jaws dropped, bc ofc simon didn’t warn them about the absolute pinterest board that his place was.

in fact, he hadn’t mentioned a partner at all, or to you that his team would be coming over so you’re still in one of simon’s raggedy old t-shirts with a handful of dry cereal halfway to your mouth.

it’s generally a shock for both parties, simon excluded, who seems to settle himself right in, kissing the top of your head, eyes crinkling slightly as he grins, looking rather like a cat showing off the bird he dragged in.

you had some choice words for him later, but for now, you brushed the crumbs off your face and wiped your hands off on your shirt before sticking your hand out to the team to introduce yourself.

surprisingly, it goes rather well. all things considered. the team is charmed by you and your ability to make ghost blush and smile endlessly. and you’re absolutely enamored with the fact that they keep complimenting your decor.

[hinamie]

the new jjk cafe fits have been living in my head . no thoughts except yuuji in a letterman

[courtmartialme]

(transmasc riza) a comic about stubbles. and also about falling in love again with someone you thought you already knew everything about

[nucrests]

Unify Collection

Hi again, it's been a while right?? Anyway I'm back with another rework of one of my favorite sets, the Unify Collection! I did a complete rework including: cleaner textures, fixed UV issues, new thumbnails, and now converted for children!

Additional information:

UNIFY TOPS AF: Each top is base game compatible and comes in 2 variations (Shirt, Shirt W/Tied Shirt, Shirt W/Collar, Button Up, Shirt Tucked, Shirt Cropped) ▪ Version 1: 18 solid swatches ▪ Version 2: 20 swatches (including graphics, plaids, and/or denim)

UNIFY BOTTOMS AF: Each bottom is base game compatible and comes in 2 variations (Pants, Shorts, Pants W/Tied Shirt, Shorts W/Tied Shirt, Denim Shorts, Denim Shorts W/Tied Shirt) ▪ Version 1 (Pants & Shorts): 20 solid swatches ▪ Version 2 (Pants & Shorts): 20 solid swatches (including wool textures) ▪ Version 1 (Denim Shorts): 18 denim swatches ▪ Version 2 (Denim Shorts): 15 colorful swatches + 5 tie dye swatches

UNIFY FULL BODY AF: Each outfit is base game compatible and comes in 2 variations (Overalls & Overalls W/ Tied Shirt) ▪ Version 1 : 18 solid swatches ▪ Version 2: 15 colorful swatches + 5 tie dye swatches (including graphics)

UNIFY TOPS AM: Each top is base game compatible and comes in 2 variations (Shirt, Shirt W/Tied Shirt, Shirt W/Collar, Button Up, Shirt Tucked, Shirt Cropped) ▪ Version 1: 18 solid swatches ▪ Version 2: 20 swatches (including graphics, plaids, and/or denim)

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UNIFY FULL BODY AM: Each outfit is base game compatible and comes in 2 variations (Overalls & Overalls W/ Tied Shirt) ▪ Version 1 : 18 solid swatches ▪ Version 2: 15 colorful swatches + 5 tie dye swatches (including graphics)

UNIFY TOPS CU: Each top is base game compatible and comes in 2 variations (Shirt, Shirt W/Tied Shirt, Shirt W/Collar, Button Up) ▪ Version 1: 18 solid swatches ▪ Version 2: 20 swatches (including graphics, plaids, and/or denim)

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[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Police Officer Wes

"Excuse me, sorry, Mr. Batman, sir!"

That's definitely not a voice he knows. Bruce halts in his steps, aborting his usual retreat into the shadows, and turns back around. Commissioner Gordon, who was still in the process of wrapping up his small talk with Tim - the term 'grumpy banter' would describe their conversation more accurately at this point, but Bruce knows better than to argue with the two over semantics - also turns around, pausing in the middle of the sentence.

A ginger haired boy, wide-eyed and obviously either nervous, starstruck, or both, is staring at him from a few feet behind the Commissioner. Bruce can see a few more faces peeking from behind the half-opened door to the roof, all of them filled with anticipation. He knows two of them: detectives that work directly under Gordon, Isaiah Vasquez, and Tasha Kuznets. The third one, a black man in his forties, also looks vaguely familiar, but Bruce can't recall a name.

Yet, he knows absolutely nothing about the ginger, who hasn't blinked once since Bruce noticed him and is now biting on his lips. But he is wearing a police uniform, so, possibly, a new hire?

"Weston, get out," Jim sighs, waving a shooing hand at the boy with a look of barely concealed exasperation on his face. Definitely a new hire, then. That's the level of annoyance he reserves only for the overachieving rookies that he begrudgingly likes but never admits to.

"I-" newly named Weston starts but cuts himself off. Then, he takes a deep breath and straightens up, "Just one question, sir!"

"Weston, I swear to God," Commissioner pinches the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses up a bit. But Tim tilts his head to the side, looking in the ginger's direction and raising his eyebrows. His domino mask hides it, but Bruce knows his menagerie of kids well enough to see that he is at least a bit curious about the boy. So he turns back around fully and inclines his head, giving Weston his attention. He doesn't mind talking with those rare few members of GCPD that Gordon likes.

Weston perks up like a very eager dog at the sight of a treat. In the contrast lighting of the BatSignal, his hair looks like it's on fire.

"If you don't mind, was the 'Smiling case' relevant to Joker in any sense?" The boy asks, loud and clear - maybe even too loud - with his unblinking gaze still glued to Bruce. Like he is afraid that if he closes his eyes for a moment, Gotham's vigilantes are going to disappear without a trace.

It's not a question Bruce expected, to be honest. The 'Smiling case' was closed just a few days ago, Gordon was still not done with the paperwork, as far as Oracle's records went. A murder of three, where all victims had some badly drawn clown makeup on them - post-mortem makeup, as it turned out, the murderer tried to deceive the investigation by trying to cover it up as Joker's doing. Only, he didn't do a good job at it, all the Bats were way too familiar with the Mad Clown's signature style. Not to mention that Joker was still securely sealed in his Arkham cell.

Bruce turns to look at Red Robin. He was the one working on the case, so Bruce gives him the choice of answering or not. Tim jerks his shoulder, looks the ginger boy up and down, and then shakes his head.

"Aside from a poor attempt at leading the investigation in the wrong direction, no, it wasn't," Tim shrugs, "The guy isn't even a Gothamite, he knew of Joker only from the rumors and media. And the clown faces were a makeshift cover-up."

Weston visibly deflates at the answer. Bruce watches in a slight amusement as Tasha nudges the other officer, one he doesn't remember the name of, in the shoulder, and stage-whispers, "Pay up." The older man huffs and disappears behind the door, followed by Isaiah.

"Thank you, Mr. Red Robin," Wesley nods politely and takes a step back, his eyes darting to Gordon. Tim snorts a laugh but doesn't correct him. Commissioner, though, gives the boy a long, dreadful sigh.

"Is that all, officer Weston?" He asks, not even bothering to hide his 'tired dad' voice.

The ginger nods again, "Yes, Commissioner Gordon."

"Then get out of my sight before I make all your shifts double," Jim commands, and Weston nearly runs back to the door with a speed that makes Bruce involuntarily think of speedsters. Must be the red hair.

Tim turns to look at the Commissioner right as the door to the roof slams shut behind both Weston and Kuznets.

"Who is he?"

Bruce is also a bit curious now. New recruits in the GCPD are nothing out of the ordinary, but Jim seems to know this one personally, and Kuznets, who is one of his trusted detectives, seems to also like the officer.

Gordon briefly huffs and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his coat. It's quite chilly today; Bruce makes a mental note to switch everyone to their more insulated suits. Scarecrow is currently out on the loose. It won't do any good if any of the Bats went down with a cold.

"Wesley Weston, fresh out of the Academy," Commissioner sighs, but, somehow, Bruce gets the impression it's not a sound of simple exasperation over a new officer eager to prove himself. Jim proves his assumptions by looking around the shoulder to make sure the door to the roof is still closed, and continuing, "Born and raised in the middle of nowhere, Illinois, but GCPD was his first choice. He explained it as having a few friends living in the city, which, unfortunately, proved to be right."

Bruce frowns and grunts, alarm bells ringing in his mind. Deliberately choosing to work in Gotham despite not being from here can be caused by many reasons, and nearly none of them are good reasons.

"Unfortunately?" Tim inquires suspiciously, also with a slight frown, but Jim waves them both off.

"No, he's got nothing to do with any of the criminals. It was the first thing I checked when he mentioned 'friends'. If anything, he's quite on the opposite; he'd make a great detective one day, what with his countless conspiracy theories, determination and the insane urge to dig up every single detail known to mankind," he laughs a bit, and Bruce notices a slight, teasing twinkle to the Commissioner's eyes behind his glasses. "On his second day here, the boy went and plain told me he knows that Batman is Bruce Wayne and that he's saying that because he knows I know and he is aware we're working together."

The alarm bells in Bruce's mind turn into sirens. They never discussed the matters of Bats' real identities with Gordon - Bruce had his suspicions that the man knew it and simply kept his status quo. In all fairness, James Gordon didn't make it to Gotham's Commissioner by sheer dumb luck, so all the Bats kind of expected him to figure it out one day.

But Jim knowing who's behind the cowl is one thing. A new, out of town officer is quite another.

"What did you answer?" Tim asks with an easy smile, but Bruce sees the barely noticeable tension in his shoulders.

Gordon nearly grins, "I didn't believe him, which turned out to be exactly what he expected. He also told me of some kind of a familial curse - he called it 'Cassandra's curse', I believe you're aware of what it means. And then, when I naturally expressed my doubts, proceeded to show it in action. Believe me, it works. Sometimes, it even works too well," the man looks to the side with an amused huff, "That's why officer Weston is strictly prohibited from voicing his opinions on any of the ongoing cases outloud. Detective Kuznets almost missed some critical evidence because of his input once."

Cassandra's curse, Bruce has heard of that saying before. Granted, he never thought it could be a real thing, and he is not intending on starting now, not before he investigates the matter thoroughly. But he does trust Jim - years and years of working together would do that to people - so he simply nods in understanding, leaving the matter of supernatural aside for now.

"What about his friends?" Red Robin asks again, and that causes Gordon to wince momentarily.

"That, I believe, was the cause of his performance just now. One of his friends runs an occult shop, and the other one loves to hang around our forensic scientists and coroners occasionally," the man waves their immediate frowns off again, "I don't go into the morgue often, but I heard he's good at finding out the causes of death by a few looks at the body. And they run a lot of bets between them three," Jim shrugs nonchalantly, "The last one was about the 'Smiling case', I take it."

"Any reason to worry about them?" Bruce can't help but ask. It's not unusual for people to be weird in this city, and running an occult shop and hanging out with pathologists are not exactly reasons to go through background checks when they've got much more pressing issues on their plate. Namely, Scarecrow: it's been more than a week since his escape, but none of the Bats have heard anything about him yet. Oracle is already busy enough with that and the current uprise of gang activity in the Narrows, there's no point in piling even more work on her shoulders just because of some gossip that rubs Bruce the wrong way.

Gordon, thankfully, doesn't take his question lightly and pauses, scratching his chin.

"No," he finally concludes after some thought, "They are a bit strange for non-Gothamites, I'll say that, but in terms of this city? They are no stranger than my neighbors from upstairs." Gordon doesn't tell them to leave it alone, Bruce notices. However, it's probably not because of any doubts he has; the Bats just have a habit of tripplechecking everything anyways, and who would know that better than Jim Gordon?

A quick glance to Tim proves Bruce's thoughts. Red Robin, despite the mask, looks thoughtful. How many cases is he already working on, seven? Bruce makes another mental note to ask Alfred to cut his caffeine intake. It might be a bit hypocritical of him, what with his own plans to send a few messages to JLD about the 'Cassandra's curse', but Bruce excuses himself as the adult in the family.

Commissioner Gordon clears his throat.

"Do you want me to turn around so you can make your mysterious escape, or-" he starts, but both vigilantes are already gone by the time he finishes, "-or not, okay."

[minkkinii]

Day 3

[dclovesdanny]

Dead Serious

4/4

Danny had made peace with the fact he did not have a soulmate. He had! After several years of no response to the countless drawings and writing notes on his skin, he had grown resigned to the fact that he was part of the 5% who did not have soulmates. He was fine with that.

(Dash would tease him about how no one would ever love him, adding salt to an already irritated wound. His parents were soulmates, and he remembered when he was drawing on his father’s arms and watching as it appeared on his mother’s. Jazz had been drawing and writing to her soulmate for years. Her soulmates name was Jason, and she always talked about how he was with her. She was one of the few people who comforted him when he stopped drawing or writing to soulmate. )

Damien taught at an early age that there was no use for soulmates. They were only distractions. He knew grandfather had no soulmate, and his mother had never responded to her own. He never responded to the drawings on his arms notes the notes in English on his (and he didn’t try harder just because he wanted to read his soulmate writing that would be ridiculous.)

Damien never told his family about having a soulmate. Even as he slowly got used to the differences between them and slowly learned how his grandfather was he could never bring himself to respond to the slowly lessening drawings and messages.(He couldn’t bring himself to respond because deep down he knew he didn’t deserve a soulmate. He was a monster, a demon. He didn’t deserve it.)

Danny stopped trying so desperately to contact his soulmate at age 11(the age he held his sister as she cried, her soulmate’s last message scribbled in desperate frantic writing on her arm. He never resented his parents so much when they didn’t even leave the lab for two days, not paying any mind to their sobbing child on the floor above them.)(it was the first time he didn’t envy having a soulmate.)

He was fourteen when he started drawing on his arms again.(it was shaky, much more than the older drawings, but even if he didn’t have a soulmate, he wanted to leave them a mark, just in case, the same way Jazz wrote quotes from different books on her arms.)

(When he found out Vlad didn’t have a soulmate, he refused to acknowledge another similarity they shared. He refused to think about how Vlad’s desperation made Danny think of his own desperate writing for his soulmate. Soulmates were a topic he never spoke of, and Vlad must have known, must have found out about how Danny didn’t have one, but he never commented on it. (It was the only boundary that was never crossed.))

(Damian wasn’t disappointed when his soulmate stopped writing to him. he didn’t trace over his arms, wishing that he had the confidence to write back. He didn’t spend hours wondering if his soulmate was gone without knowing Damian had seen him. He didn’t trace over the drawings his soulmate made with awe after four years of silence.)

Damian always covered up, so he was the only one who noticed when his soulmate started writing to him again. Never sentences never notes like they were before, but shaky drawings appeared on his skin. They were less detailed than before, almost shaky, as if the person drawing them couldn’t hold a pencil, steady, but they were real. Damian never said a word.

It was October 15 when Damien saw something on his arms that made his blood go cold. A message that he read over and over while commandeering the plane and ignoring the rest of his family yelling for him to explain himself. He desperately calibrated the jet while staring at the words, praying to a God he did not believe in that he would not be too late.(Unaware that Todd was following going in the same direction with the similar message written on his arm from a girl that Jason had deemed too good for him.)

Dear soulmate, even if you aren’t there. Everyone in Casper high is writing on their arms and I might as well try to warn someone. I am from Amity Park, Illinois, and we are under attack. The GIW have cut all outside communication. We are currently hiding in Casper high school, barricading the entrances, but it will not last long.

According to the government, we are not legally sentient or human. The agents outside want to dissect us, citing that we are scum. I don’t want to see my classmates die at the hands of my parents. I don’t want to see my friends and my sister die.

I don’t know if you are there, or if I really don’t have a soulmate, but I don’t want to die (fully) without leaving some sort of note.

My name is Danny. I love you. I’m sorry.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[sunmustrise]

bive’s art therapy session!

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[joonieskinks]

happy two years on tumblr to me today!! 🥳

here’s my favorite shy boy to celebrate

simon ghost riley who is too nervous to talk to you or approach you. you’re just so naturally gorgeous and put together, he’s afraid he’ll say something wrong and scare you off. so he just continues to observe from afar. kinda feels pathetic, like he’s back in elementary school, but he can’t help it.

you’re the pretty diplomatic relations officer on the 141 team, a newer addition who helps with all the paperwork and policy. you work more with captain price, however you conduct meetings sometimes and talk to the guys here and there for their opinions.

simon ghost riley who still remembers the first day you spoke to him, everything you said, hell, the first time you so much as looked into his eyes. your gorgeous smile turned his tummy upside down and he has the stunning image of you engraved into his mind. little did he know, you thought he had the prettiest, bluest eyes you’ve ever seen.

you make excuses just to touch him too, handing papers over for him to sign and slipping your hand over his. or going to walk past him but then holding onto his arm to tell him good morning. simon thinks you do this with everyone because you’re so open and kind like that, but you save all your special attention for him only.

simon ghost riley who one day has had enough of johnny stealing your attention and asking you out right in front of him. he’s sick and tired of kyle making up the dumbest reasons to include you in physical training just to touch you and “help your form”.

enough of that shit.

so he takes things into his own hands and comes storming into your meeting with price. both of you look up rather surprised at the sudden and brooding intrusion, right in the middle of some document reviewing-

“we need to talk.” simon declares, eyes unmoving from yours, intense, desperate… if didn’t have your understanding of him, you’d think he wanted to beat you up.

“riley, this is hardly the appropriate time, we-“

“it’s okay, captain. we’ll be quick, yeah?” you nod at simon and he immediately turns around to the hallway. you get up slowly, looking at price and he matches your “okay then” look.

simon ghost riley who is pacing, he’s cracking his fingers and playing with his belt loops. it suddenly hits him that he’s finally gonna be alone with the woman he finds absolutely irresistible. can he control himself? will he make a fool out of himself? will you reciprocate if he goes through with this? if you don’t, then what? fuck.

“simon?” you start, closing the office door behind you, leaving you two alone. “everything okay?”

he’s fawning over your big doe eyes, full of concern and empathy for him, utterly focused on him. it makes the crotch of his pants tighten and he has the strongest urge to pull you to him. he’d take you in the hallway up against the wall here if you’d let him. but he’s getting ahead of himself-

“uh- yea. good.” he manages to stutter out. god, he’s never felt this nervous in his life. for once it feels like he truly cares what will happen to him. he cares for you, wants something with you. well, only one way to find out. no more stalling. enough of this shit.

simon ghost riley who strides towards you, taking off his mask and bringing your head into his hands. he connects his lips to yours before you can process. you just feel warmth and you lean into him. his fingers dive into your hair, deepening the kiss and he’s over the moon. you actually seem to want him too, you’re reciprocating and his nerves are eagerly replaced by thoughts of you moaning out his name as your hands move to his waist.

when you pull back for air, you’re met with Simon’s eyes glazed over by lust for you. his lips are pink, puffy and he’s still looking at yours like he’s not had his fill of them yet. “want you… ‘long time” he murmurs out before reconnecting. he’s overcome by your taste, your warmth and your fingers slipping into his pants. it makes him moan into your mouth, his hands flying to your hips, pushing you roughly up against the wall.

simon ghost riley who only raises his eyebrows as if to ask the question and you’re rapidly nodding. yes, yes, god, yes please take me.

“all yours” you whisper against his mouth, arms crossing behind his neck. the possessiveness that he tries to push down comes bubbling up and escapes his mouth with a groan.

he hoists you up, grasping your ass and your legs wrap around his waist.

“always been yours, si”

“good. ‘cus now you’re gonna be a good girl and show me.”