#losing my mind tysm

[thelonelyshore-if]

this is so so random but i was reading the ask about sports team and how the school teams probably wouldn't have any competition thanks to the fog isolating the town but i was reading it and then my sleep-adled brain was like...

can you imagine if the fog allowed only the sports teams to leave for away games? like a school bus full of high school athletes roll up and the fog is like "hmmmm, sounds important. i'll allow it". the only people who have made it out of Easthaven and back to tell the tale are a bunch of teenagers just trying to get to their away soccer game.

Oh my god Nonnie this is so funny. Honestly I could actually almost see it happening, so long as everybody came back. The fog wouldn't give up its citizens...but if it did, it would absolutely be for something like this. Something that adds to the illusion of normalcy in town.

I'm losing it at the mental image of the fog just being like. "Nobody leaves. Except for sports." The teens come back talking all about the ~crazy things they saw~ outside town and the locals are just like. Damn everything in the Big City is wild.

Thank you so much for this.

[chloesimaginationthings]

I want to eat your art

It's beautiful

Michael is also what first caught my eye but im staying for the entire style

I understand why Michael caught your eye first,,

[joelslegalwhre]

excuse me while I go and scream JAVI-PEDRO BABY I LOVE U JFC

[unorcadox]

Quiz #34 / Question #9 Do you remember what this sign said?  What do you mean you don’t remember?  How do you not remember this?  Why can’t you just remember already?  What did this sign say?  Please, just tell us what this sign said.  Please?  Please...

[post-it-notes7]

Love all your mirror characters and their designs. I especially love your design for Mir Arthur. He's such a cute freaking little bastard man!!!!! I love him your honor! And I just had to doodle him! So here you go!

THANK YOU!!!!!

[heyitsrink]

Ch. 37 of Assassin's Fate

[literalite]

I remember you saying you liked young justice so I wanted to know who's your favourite character or the one you think is most like you? I've been attached by the hip to this show since I was 13 so I'm a little... not normal about it lol.

also opinions on s3?

YES oh my god it was like formative media for me genuinely and i still love yj dearly i was rewatching it like last month actually along with yaboyroshi's reactions to it 😅 we are both a little not normal about this show dw 🤝🏼 im putting the rest of this under a cut because i start Yapping

my fave characters were dick, artemis, jaime, bart, and zatanna! dick i was Obsessed with from the moment i laid eyes on him in hindsight for gender reasons, probably but artemis always meant a huge deal to me as a kid because she was like the only vietnamese character (and with a skintone like mine!) that i'd ever seen on a screen. i loved everything about jaime's character and personality and arc and i had a really soft spot for bart because characters who are very outwardly upbeat and fun but are going through a lot of shit and hiding it are my favourites ever usually 😅. i also liked rlly them as a duo. zatanna's sort of cool-girl sass was always really fun to see and i think especially in s4 where her sort of less-rigid morality had more room to shine, really made me appreciate her character more. OH also when they introduced cassandra wu-san/orphan in s3 i like literally cheered out loud 😭 shes one of my fave characters from dc comics in general, so i was already biased towards her and i really liked her depiction and the room they made for her arc

i'm actually not sure which character is the most like me... i think because i watched it so young a lot of the characters kind of made their way into my personality in one way or another. i think irl im most like dick but it could be wishful thinking 😅 i'm not as cool as he is for sure

season three.... i'm kind of on the fence about it? i will say though i think it was a little rough with the dialogue especially, and i definitely didn't bond as well with the outsiders as i did with the original team and then the s2 cast. violet was the most likeable of the group by far but i think i was really put off by the fact that they kept killing them 💀 like i get that you guys can do this now with the higher rating but there are better ways to show off your newfound creative freedom than repeatedly brutally killing them. it was offset with the majority of the other characters suffering from basically no visible injuries too- if they'd been hit with bruises or scrapes or broken bones or ANYTHING and reduced the harm dealt to vi then i would've been less urgh by it.

i also wish they'd introduced victor a bit earlier into the season instead of spending sooo much time with brion because cyborg's story felt a little tacked on at the end, and um i was annoyed by brion from the jump 😭😭 tried so hard to sympathise with him because to be fair he went through a Lot but he just kept being such an aggressive ass to like everyone. which i guess was the point.. didn't make it any more fun to watch though.

i do like that they kept with the huge mass of entangled threads of the plot that were to me the hallmarks of the earlier seasons, picking apart scenes to try and work out how things interconnect was always my favourite part. i think the cast of the show at this point for what they were trying to do and focus on may have exceeded the show's bounds though- it was still a compelling narrative but i imagine for a casual watcher who isnt as meticulously invested in who is who and can recognise adaptations of arcs from the comics it can get very confusing or frustrating. its hard because i Love the og cast too but i think with s3 they couldn't decide on letting them go or letting their new characters shine and it ended up muddying the waters a bit, with the outsiders suffering the most from it due to no nostalgia or prior narrative heft to keep them from looking secondary to the original members of the team.

with s4 they chose to throw their lot behind the old team, which i appreciated and it neatened the rough edges of the show more, but i do still miss the s2 cast quite badly so i actually kind of wish they'd kept expanding the cast but just narrowed focus onto the new characters for every season. the title of the show is young justice, so i personally would've liked to keep seeing a focus on the newer and rising heroes of each successive generation as opposed to returning again and again to the originals

sorry that this is such a wall of text 😅 but i think this is one of the shows that i could genuinely just like sit and talk about for ages and ages... even the characters i dont like at all have a fair amount of gravity and heft to them that i love. wally is still alive btw i will never stop believing 😤 get that man out of the speed force!

[knight-of-heart-and-art]

Hello ! Ive worked on this for a few hours and i hope you like it ! Saying this from my main acc- i read your fics with dave and karkat w/ the grubs and i fell in love- i HAD to draw them so i started w/ Arreis and plan to go down the list !

oh my god i love this! honestly this might be what gets me to actually like. work on s-sim again. the level of talent and love in this piece is amazing!

[robo-milky]

Waaah apologies for being 2 days late ;v; Hopefully the silly makes up for it?!?! Happy birthday once again!! Hopefully it went well and you had fun <33

For context, the joke is based on this video of a cat reacting to their cake replica getting cut (poor cat dfbhsdkf ;v; Imsorry this was quite funny to me- So yknow... chaos must ensue!!)

"Happiest of birthdays Cloche! My greatest apologies for the late delivery... I was so cloche, yet so far!"

The jester grins, as if cueing you to laugh at their attempt of a joke.

"Anywaaay- In courtesy of me and my dorm, we present you this adorable cat! The little lad resembles you, no?"

As Nemo says this, she unsheathes a knife... Uh oh.

With zero hesitation, Nemo cuts the cake, starting with a slice on the head. She offers you that very slice she took off...

"Hopefully you like angel food cake? It's so light and fluffy that you can say it was made in heaven~"

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Handing you .. fanart of your Juniper mask >:] I promised to myself I'd draw this ever since you dropped the design it's SO COOL!!! i hope you dont mind!

I'M GOING TO CRY YOU'RE TOO KIND OH MY GOD,,,,,,i NEVER mind ppl drawing my designs Im honoured you liked it so much to DRAW IT???????? I'm grinning like a bastard this has made my day, thank you so so so much

[bioh4ck]

『DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY』 Senshuuraku Curtain Call

[jackdup]

Stargazing with Timothy for the first time has been one of the most peaceful experiences that Micah rarely receives nowadays. It’s lovely being able to find a time to find only ease, now being when they were having exchanges about themselves and Micah would ramble about the outer space while Timothy would listen attentively. Then there’s a certain point when he complimented xyr freckles. ( His kind words still linger at the back of Micah’s mind, xyr cheeks burning occasionally the longer xe dwells over the compliments. )

The moon reaches at the highest in another hour later. Usually, Micah wouldn’t feel as drained even at this time from insomnia, although after a long day and the deep comfort xe feels from being with Timothy, the lulling sense of serenity brings xem to a sleepy state, not realizing that xyr arm is slowly meeting against Timothy’s side. Micah blinks tiredly at the warm contact and finds xe’s touching him. Part of xem should be alarmed, knowing how restless Timothy can be with physical contacts, but the exhaustion is falling deeper in xem to be as responsive.

“S-sorry, Timostar,” Micah mumbles, yawning. Xe plans to move away from Timothy to respect his space, but xe realizes how deeply touch starved xe is when xyr heart sinks at the thought of moving. Micah glances up at Timothy, xyr gaze all gentle. “Um, actually, is it okay if I can lean on you for a bit before we call it for the night?” xe asks quietly, fiddling with xyr hands, “From tonight, you just make me feel very safe and comfy...” It is a soft given honesty that makes Micah see just how much Timothy matters to xem. ( He is the stars that the moon cares and cherishes forever. )

@solarisgod || and thus i die (´•̥̥̥ ‸ •̥̥̥`✿)

Listen, folks . . . Micah's not the only one still reeling after an unexpected compliment.

Big shocker, right? You tell a guy he looks nice, great. You tell him his smile is . . . what was it, lovely—? Awesome. You tell that same guy already down for the count from the positive attention not to lose his light, because apparently it fits him . . . for some freakin' reason? Yeah, okay: Timothy didn't take Micah for a violent type, but he was really beginning to think they were doing their best to destroy him. In, like . . . a weirdly . . . good way? Does that make sen— No, it probably doesn't. Whatevs. The real point here is that at least both of them are dealing with some semblance of a recovery period after that, not that Timothy really understands why Micah needs it.

Didn't most people tell them things like that? He had a hard time believing he was anywhere near the first, and if he was, he wanted to very badly grab everyone who ever interacted with Micah by the shoulders and just shake them like Are you blind?! (Unless they . . . literally were blind, and then, hey, okay, free pass, but—)

They were silent after some time, still keeping their eyes on the sky, on the stars winking almost cheekily down at them. Timmy hadn't been oblivious to the gradual weight falling against him, starting with that tiny brush of an arm that solidified and became heavier as Micah sunk further down. He's not bothered. Not even slightly. If he was asked to describe the feeling, he'd not really know the right word, but honestly . . . It's nice. It's nice that they trust him enough to let their guard down, to let themselves relax without any reservations, and Timothy decides somewhere in there to remain as still as possible: to not disturb them.

Until, ya know, they catch themselves like some idiot falling asleep on the job—or in a less safe environment—and quickly apologize—

“Ah-tut-tut—!” he interrupts their drowsy words in the space of that breath, no hesitation. “Hey, no, you don't . . . have anything to be sorry about. What are you—? No, it's cool. I mean, it's—” Tim picks up on the slurred speech, on the confession of what his presence does for them. Which, okay, yeah, he probably could have connected those dots himself, but actually hearing them say it is . . . yeah, we're just gonna keep going with that “nice.”

He shuffles, finally. Now that they're awake enough he won't fully bother them. Timothy adjusts his position equally for his own comfort and theirs, moving just slightly enough that his arm is now behind Micah, and their weight can fall against his side. “Sure, I . . . Yeah.” He pauses, thoughtful, then: “Guess you could say we have that in common. I'm glad.”

[greedbent]

She might have spent a little TOO MUCH TIME with this bro, recently. For without realising it, Itsuki starts pulling a sour expression very similar to his own. With a clenched jaw and ever so slightly furrowed brows, once again-- she doesn't even realise that she's doing this while she stands nearby him or even beside him whilst he carries on in his doings.

@yukikorogashi || in which kaz is the worst influence (as usual) u-u;

He's learned not to pay her much mind.

Her presence isn't all that bothersome, that is; she hasn't made herself into some sort of pest like a few others Kaz could readily name, and when she chooses to be around him, she doesn't get in his way. It's almost like he has a shadow at times, one in the form of a young girl who rather fits the description of light more accurately, but those who know Dirtyhands (by rumors or the lucky few on a personal level) know not to ask questions about the company he keeps.

Unless you're someone like Jesper. Or even Wylan. Nina, too, if she were around.

It took the former's stray comment one day for Kaz to finally notice. And now, as he finishes sorting through a pile of documents, he ventures a look and hardly needs longer than a second to confirm the allegations. “You can stop that, you know,” he says, straightening the papers with a few quick raps atop his desk. “Making that face. It doesn't suit you.”

[lunetual]

TEAM 7:00 (MASC) ✧ IREAH  ↳ PEAK TIME 1R : You Are (orig. GOT7)

[harrylights]

heyyy!! 2,8,9 for the spotify asks <3

hi z!!! tysm huggin u 🫶

2: a song you didn’t expect to see in your top ten? honestly all of them check out, i guess the most surprising one is romeo & juliet by peter mcpoland bc i added it to my library semi-recently

8: longest song? i’m not sure?? my laptop is being a dingus so i’m on mobile and can’t see that easily, but they’re all around 3-4mins

9: favourite lyrics of your #1 song? when we’re finished saying nothing can we please get back to loving when it’s good it’s rlly something can we PLEASE GET BACK TO US. NOW!!!!

spotify wrapped ask game

[blindedguilt]

🔁 |[HIT ME. ♥]|

"You're going to get us killed." - Interaction Rewrite Prompts!

For Leonard, the weight of a child's blood upon his weapon was heavier than anything else he had handled before in his lifetime.

He hadn't the honour to have even called it the first, but different from his brothers, who had found their end directly by the blades of the Empire, there was no hope for the blame of responsibility to be lifted off his shoulders now that he had wielded that same blade himself.

Leonard's breathing was panicked and uneven. A cold sweat ran down his back as the sensation of the light body being flung backwards shot once more through his arms - he felt ill. Had he died? Had he done away with his life in that forest and been sentenced to hell? Perhaps it was all a punishment, an eternity spent in war, ending the lives of children just as he had his brothers. The screams had sounded too familiar for comfort.

He couldn't, couldn't bring himself to fight. The stakes didn't come to him. The seal didn't exist to him. The usually tranquil forest had roared with the sounds of the clashing steel, the hurried footsteps, the cries and mockery of the faerie - something like the dragon's voice had called his name in harsh rebuke, and whether it truly was her or Caim, Leonard didn't understand and stumbled blindly back to the garrisons in a piteous attempt to flee.

Too cowardly to die, and too starved to survive.

All that was clear to him against the roar of noise was his own breathing, the feeling of his heart pounding in its chest, and the crushing weight of the guilt from that thought repeating itself in his head like a mantra. Leonard struggled to break out of it - do or say something that could stop this madness. Anything. A sickened cry sounded at the sound of the mercenary's own cold reproach, and the hermit struggled to respond.

"Caim, please...!"

He had tried to utter words, either protest or a plea, but his throat had grown tight and left only a quiet whimper. Was that all he could do? Beg...? Leonard's weapon trembled in his hands. He was truly weak... He could have done more than beg. Just like his brothers, there was a thought that told him that he could have saved them. But, it was all the same. His family murdered for the sake of shameful pleasure. The blood of children spilled only for his own protection - his own cowardice to even die correctly. All for himself, a pathetic existence unable to even lift a finger against the slaughter of children.

Some wretched noise, a ragged fight for strained breath against the pounding heart in his chest, could be heard against the armoured thumps of bodies against the ground. Even from a distance, Leonard's frozen body could be seen trembling uncontrollably. The polearm dangled limply from his hands.

"They are only mere children...!"

The last uttered words before the hermit collapsed to his knees were a heart-wrenching sob.

Not a voice of disgust, but a cry in horror.