#look at this short motherfucker

[rivalcobalt]

Being haunted by this currently

[fidgetspringer]

He looks like a teenager now I hate it 😭

[moongothic]

You know, S-Crocodile has the potential to be an interesting addendum for Crocodad bc Crocodile just learned that his son is alive, and then two years after that, boom: clone Lunarian baby (who's also technically kinda sorta Luffy's half-brother?). The thing is, even if Crocodile bridges the gap between him and Luffy, Luffy's not the baby boy that Crocodile lost so long ago. He can take care of himself, has an entire crew to lead, and they may not see each other except for rare occasions. Crocodile didn't get to raise Luffy and will never get that time back. But S-Crocodile is a still a child who will likely have zero clue what to do without the programming and, since baby crocodiles are famous for loudly calling out for their mothers, may be desperate for a parental figure.

S-Crocodile is not a replacement for Luffy by any means, but more like a second kid had later in life who Crocodile was never expecting but who gives him the chance to parent in a way that he couldn't before.

See this is a much sweeter idea than me being like "what if Crocodile dies without getting to really experience being loved by his family/a community and have people care about him and so instead Luffy/other people end up projecting those feelings onto S-Croc and make sure he gets the love and community Crocodile never got to have"

Everytime I think about the lost time Crocodad implies I just die a little inside. Like Dragon might not have gotten to be with his son either, but at least he got to spy on Luffy on occassion, at least he got to check on him from afar and see him, know how he was doing, at least he knew Luffy's name. Crocodile didn't get any of that, and never will. Like you said, that time has been lost, and this hourglass can't be turned back and reset.

What is interesting though is that the Seraphim are supposed to have the personality traits of the OGs. Crocodile is quite independent, so I feel like S-Croc should be (or at least want to be, so he can appear strong etc) independent too, right? So S-Croc might want to be kind of a lone wolf, even if deep down he was sad due to his loneliness?

What's more though is that indeed, we don't know if S-Croc is pre-T or male (since he was made from post-T Croc DNA, and we don't know if Iva-chan's HRT affects DNA/those changes applied to the Seraphim). 'Cause if S-Croc is pre-T, Crocodile should know and understand how dysphoria is gonna hit S-Croc as he gets older (which is gonna be soon, since the Seraphim age faster). And like. I could see Crocodile just feeling bad for his Mini-Me because of that. I could imagine Crocodile just dragging S-Croc to Iva-chan (if there's an opportunity for it) and get that clone some T, spare him from going through the wrong puberty etc.

Point is, I feel like if Crocodile did somehow end up taking care of his Mini-Me, it might not be because S-Croc expressed a need for it. But it might be because Crocodile would be forced to reflect on his own feelings, knowing and understanding full-well how S-Croc would feel (be it about gender or loneliness), and just. Let the Dad Instincts take over, regardless of if the Seraphim likes it or not?

[merge-conflict]

thinking one of the first things Johnny does in Valentine's body is change out of her cheap suit and Takemura's borrowed coat but I think after he changes he ends up putting the coat back on because it makes her shoulders look Good actually

[meisspam]

more fanart -_- umm idk if u like getting tagged @turntechtestifi3d ... thats the guy who made up the guys!!! so cool. if u havent u have GOT to check out the og em,k

[nostalgia-tblr]

okay the other annoying thing about the increasing length of fanfiction is when you filter by completion status and it turns out nobody's actually posted a full fic for several weeks. and you've already read those ones :(

[marzipanpisser]

i forgot i can post my art Call this numba now call this numba now..

Based on Cakedpie's super awesome caked up music video go watch it woww he's so talented

[kulliare]

realizing now how uncomfortable i am looking at myself in photos is both because of the trans thing but also general appearance issues

[heavywithsecrets]

again

Ten minutes.

"No one makes me feel like you do." He slurs into my ear, grasping at my shoulders like a newborn.

I stare into his eyes as liquid wells at the bottom eyelid, covers the surface like a lacquer. I'm a little annoyed. He doesn't usually do this, it's not typical behavior. This time I was really looking for something quicker, dirtier.

He pushes harder into me, whispers nothings into my ear, gets his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. He's biting really hard now.

Liquid warmth, bodily in heat, crawls down my side.

That's my blood, I'm thinking to myself. I'm excited at first, thinking I might actually get off tonight, but the moment passes, and it's not getting me going like it did the other several times. I'm not even dizzy. Frankly it just hurts.

Another thought, unbidden: He's like a dog having his favorite chew toy taken away.

Stop that.

Five minutes.

"Please don't leave."

"I love you." I breathe the words with my face right at his cheek, where I know he's going to hear it, going to squirm, try to kiss me again.

I lean in to take his lips into mine but at the last second I dip away, even though it's what I wanted. He whimpers into my breast and I can feel his voice resonate in my organs. I'm trying to remember what I'm supposed to say here, but I'm blanking, so I just hold him, stroke his hair, tangle my fingers in his.

Two minutes.

The words come to me, I think. I say, "We'll meet again. It's a small world. I'll find you again. I promise. I will never stop loving you." I'm lying again, but I still can't bring myself to tell him the truth, and what does it matter anyways if he'll never see me again, it's not like he's gonna find me and bring me the consequences on a silver platter I mean really what type of good promise doesn't have a deadline anyways otherwise it's totally unenforceable and shouldn't he really know that by now but of course he won't because he's stupid and he never remembers anything.

Sixty seconds.

He's sobbing into my chest now, biting me, clawing at me, leaving little red halfmoons in my back. I'm out of words. I'm sure I prepared more, but I can't remember anymore. Not that there's time.

He's not supposed to be this emotional. This isn't typical.

It's not his fault.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

For fuck's sake, do something. Anything.

"I--I'm sorry."

Eight.

"God, I'm so sorry."

Seven.

He sniffles, locks me dead in the eye. Shakes his head.

I can't look away (LOOK AWAY STOP DON'T LET HIM SEE YOU WHEN IT HAPPENS)

Three.

Two.

oh my god i remember what it was what i was supposed to

One.

The world winks out like a lightbulb.

-----

On the back of a receipt, scrawled in ballpoint ink, is a number. Every time I write it now it looks the same, as if my hand's forgotten that the digits could look any other way. The angle of the strokes, the size, the spacing.

I am walking into the store. He'll be at the first register, telling an old lady that they don't accept checks anymore. The receipt is carefully folded in my palm. There needs to be anticipation when he opens it. He needs to see me like a winning lottery ticket.

It's going to be different this time.

[aether-friskets]

sorry 2 be a little hater but I. didnt like the silent hill 2 remake combat trailer

[reneesbooks]

snippet saturday

still not a thing but this is my blog and i make the rules and i'm THINKING about birdie and fabin. i swear i'll get back to jack and arthur in a second just let me scream about birdie and fabin for a minute

Emilia tucks her wings against her back, settling in the grass next to Birdie. “When do you think we’ll have to return to Morbhard?”

Birdie stares out over the fields, her pulse quickening. Emilia senses that she’s asked a question that Birdie doesn’t want to answer. Birdie lets out a long breath. “I’m not sure.”

A lie, but Emilia doesn’t question it.

Birdie glances at the sky. “The sun will go down soon. I should make preparations. It’s the full silver moon tonight.”

Emilia shrinks into her human form and sets her hand on Birdie’s shoulder. “I can make the tea if you’d like.”

Birdie smiles. “Thank you. That would be nice.”

Emilia returns to the cottage and puts the kettle on the fire, digging her toe into the floor as she mixes the herbs. As much as she trusts them, as much as they’ve all grown closer over the weeks and months at the cottage, Birdie is still hiding things.

The kettle finally starts to whistle and Emilia pours a cup of tea. She heads back out to the garden. Birdie is standing next to Fabin, clearly just arrived from the forest, smiling up at him as he complains that the deer are getting better at hiding. Her laughter dies abruptly as the silver moon’s light hits her, her preparations forgotten in the grass a few steps away.

Fabin backs away as Birdie’s silver light explodes outward, a pulse of magic flattening the grass in a circle around her. Her tripled voice shrieks, her hair lifting off her shoulders. The entire whites of her eyes burn silver.

Blood starts to run from her nose. Fabin shrinks and tries to step closer, shouting her name. Emilia grabs a washcloth and grips it tightly behind her back, the fabric straining as she twists it nervously.

Birdie’s eyes begin to bleed as well, silver light pulsing from her. Fabin grits his teeth and takes three more shaking steps through the waves to reach Birdie. He grabs her shoulders and Emilia hears him shout her name.

Blood is streaming from her eyes and ears now, the third recitation barely begun. Fabin winces as silver magic lashes out at him, cuts opening on his cheeks. He keeps hold of Birdie, shaking her shoulders, trying to wake her up.

The silver light fades and Birdie’s eyes roll back. She collapses and Fabin catches her, lowering her slowly to the grass.

“Shit.” Jack and Arthur freeze in the doorway of the cottage. “Is she okay?”

“Does she fucking look okay?” Fabin growls, glaring at them. He snatches Birdie’s handkerchief from where she’d left it in the grass and starts to gently wipe the blood from her face. Emilia picks up the cup of tea again and moves cautiously. Birdie’s eyelids are fluttering, though she is limp in Fabin’s arms.

“The tea for her throat,” Emilia says quietly, when Fabin looks up at her with another growl. “I’ll look at those cuts.”

“I’m fine.” He holds the teacup to Birdie’s lips and Emilia flinches at the audibly painful gulps. “Birdie, can you hear me?”

Her silver eyes flick up to his face before fluttering closed again. She tucks her face into his chest.

Fabin leans down to murmur something to her that Emilia doesn’t hear. He presses his cheek to the side of Birdie’s head and Emilia stifles a gasp, averting her eyes.

Fabin stands with Birdie in his arms. “She needs to rest,” he says, not looking at any of them. He winces as he adjust his hold on her and Emilia wonders what other damage Birdie’s backlash did.

He says nothing else as he carries her into the house. Emilia bites her lip as Jack and Arthur turn to her with wide eyes. “I’ll make some more tea.”

[moe-broey]

Boots :)

Another Started As A Test Subject and now they're literally the only thing I ever fucking wear. Idk how well it shows in the pics but they are badly cracked and have been worn into the ground but like. Shoe comfy :(

Also the wings are a new addition! The inner ones slap against each other. Doesn't really bother me personally though so I'm keeping them as is 😅 Oh, and the laces are paracord!

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

I would like to personally thank the entirety of the tgcf fandom for always drawing little Hong’er with the biggest shiniest kawaii UwU bean baby eye(s) that ever did exist. I love that for us.

[lindira]

You know, even though you reason in your head that falling on your ass when you’re over 40 will definitely hurt more than it did when you were in your 20s, I don’t think that concept prepares you for how much more it will hurt, exponentially.

In a no way related topic, I got my roller skates today. XD

[amethysttribble]

There’s a certain kind of common post on this website that goes *yes, [story premise that is common and popular and might reasonably support a full plot] but what about [consequences of story premise that really only has vibes]*

And usually the OP is kind enough to expand on this thought, about what the consequences might be (but not always), but I come away from those posts thinking, “okay, and what else?”

And in my experience there isn’t an answer, the described ‘consequences ’ premise doesn’t get much farther than that text post. There’s no more meat on those bones. When I try to think of how one might make a full movie or novel out of that concept… it can be done, but it would take a great deal of skill to keep it engaging and not start to lag, because if you’re plot is entirely *long form dealing with aftermath of the far more kinetic thing* you’ve gotta be damn good to not bore people and make them want to see that way more interesting concept instead

Probably why this is such a common fandom thing, and less so in original work. Easy for 800 word one shot about pre existing plot and characters to grapple with feelings only, a lot harder with an original story and original characters to revolve only around ‘far more interesting story happening in the next room over’ (again, can be done, there’s a boom for this very thing is isekai rn, but to be done successfully? Harder.)

Which is why when you do see original media focusing on ‘the emotions and consequences of it all’ the premise is always DEEPLY mundane. Death. Abuse. Depression. War fits in here somewhere, but only partway. Original media would much rather talk about the fantastical time loop though- how can you make a story about the consequences of a time loop when you don’t know what the loop looked like?

And if you’re going to make a sequel… you better put that motherfucker back in a time loop

But anyway something something fandom something something the One-Shots something something the modern desire to experience catharsis over experiencing new things

[beware-thecrow]

Some of you really hate women and it fucking shows.