#maybe. tagging just in case

[stuffed-x-arts]

"Do you know what a supernova is, Stardust?"

The air around their head seems to flicker, almost, distorting and growing as they glare down at you.

"When a star breathes it's last, it explodes. And if I'm going down- I'm taking you with me!"

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[egophiliac]

you know, I've been thinking about it, and there is actually one single scenario in which I would be okay with not getting a big ol' "Silver Vanrouge" out of Lilia.

(just kidding, I still need some "call me Silver, Mr. Vanrouge is my father" in my life, please don't let me down on this one Twst)

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[lucabyte]

monologue

[inkbybambi]

vampire gaz that likes to sit you on his lap when he feeds from you. hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing softly over the skin he finds there. nose in the crook of your neck, intoxicated by the smell of your blood lingering just beneath the thin stretch of skin. your body knows he's a predator, knows you should run. but you're nothing but a fawn in his grasp, teeth at your neck, and you're addicted to the way it feels when he sinks them into your flesh, splits you open with fire and venom, makes you warm and pliant in his hold. you never thought being fed from would feel so good, a certain sort of calm overtaking you as he drinks, slipping deeper into him the more he takes from you. you let him, fingers curling weakly into the fabric of his shirt, trusting he knows his limits.

you don't even realize you've fallen unconscious until you wake in his bed, blood smearing his mouth as he unlatches from where he bit into your thigh. the throb of the mark is nothing compared to the embarrassing need between your legs, wet and warm and wanting. he smirks like the devil as he crawls over your body on one hand, the other going to his belt as he settles between your legs.

"don't worry, darling," he rasps, throat thick with your blood and eyes dark as the night, "i'll take care of you next."

[hinamie]

every so often i have to relearn how to draw yuuji or he starts fighting me

[teabagtoaster]

TRUE SIGHT

[mountain-mickey]

unpopular opinion maybe but i want crowley and aziraphale to get outwardly mad at each other. like they're pissed now but it's all passive aggression and snarky comments. i want these bitches to scream at each other and be so incredibly honest and direct about their feelings just so they will finally communicate.

[illumi-nati-png]

The Greywaren

Quite suddenly Ronan was cross with both voices. He was cross with himself. Both sides telling him what he was, and him believing it. How long had he been asking: Tell me what I am?.

Never once had he simply decided for himself.

It wasn't a choice at all.

He woke up.

-Maggie Stiefvater

[spoonsisland]

MePhone 4 after learning about nonbinary people midway through season 2: OHHHH so THAT’S the word i was looking for [updates Paintbrush’s toyhouse page]

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[wild0moon]

something something we are getting this game

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

Well I got to the part that explains why everyone ships marcille with falin, but what about that kabru guy, why does everyone ship him with laios????

And then

Immediately followed by:

And

Yeah okay I get it now.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so five and lila being a thing is going right next to allison literally sexually assaulting luther in the box of things we are absolutely under no circumstances accepting as part of canon right

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[tubbytarchia]

Read this incorrect quote and was struck by a vision