#not my edit image from Pinterest

[templeofastrallight]

And while I remain, let me be your monster -The Darkling, Shadow & Bone

[monkawonka]

He’s being forced to read law books :(

Pose x

[jump4beef]

Seawatt - Parkour Civilization (2024)

3rd Quote Credit - Lily King "Writers & Lovers" 4th Quote Credit - Tory Adkinson "The Flesh Between Us; Anecdote of the Pig"

[alexfranbow]

i have a gift for you ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[zhoras-bitch]

Merciless: On Anna and Lane

[ph7soy]

── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ──

“when will you learn that it isn’t about you and your problems? this is about my name–the prescott name.”

“nathan is everybody’s favorite voodoo doll–kill the rich kid!”

“yes, he takes serious meds–but that’s not his fault, his family treats him like a total freak!”

“i prefer the term ‘manipulated’–i became a sort of father figure to nathan.”

“i think about him chilling out on the grass in the other timeline–i hate what he did, but i can’t hate him.”

“…my life is hell.”

[princess99posts]

My edit

[strawberry-scented-creations]

Fellow studyblrs I need help.

I haven't been able to gather any primary research or feedback on the first draft of my intro from anyone I know because no one will give any, please if you get a moment would you watch this and give some feedback? I have replaced everyone's real names with the first things that came to my mind.

No pressure at all!

[life-o-n-m4rs]

i found this incredible image on pinterest and immediately thought “aziraphale and crowley fr” so i made it into them >:)

(original on the left, edited on the right)

[inkovert]

Was torn between using this to respond to a tag game and just posting the full snippet and the snippet won out so here - have a scene I just wrote of Spencer and Cami being cute (aka bantering).

“How much did you hear?” I asked, unprompted. 

I was thankful that I didn’t need to clarify what I was referring to. “Enough,” he said. 

I picked at a loose string of fabric on the couch. “It’s official. I’m a terrible person, aren’t I? Risking my brother’s friendship over something that turned out not to be worth it in the end, stringing the guy along when I wasn’t sure I was into him, dumping him and keeping it a secret from my brother. All sounds pretty messed up if you ask me.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want me to believe. You’re a terrible person. Making a series of innocuous, mundane decisions and bruising a sensitive jock’s fragile ego. What a monster.” 

I glared at him. “Are you mocking me?”

“Do you deserve to be mocked?”

“Not when I’m being incredibly vulnerable and baring my soul to you. You know, you suck at comforting people,” I scoffed. 

“A— not my job. B — you don’t want me to comfort you, you want me to help you wallow in self-pity and self-loathing.” I gritted my teeth as he nonchalantly flipped the page of his book. “What I don’t understand is why you’re letting him win. Tell you the truth, it’s making me lose the small ounce of respect I was starting to have for you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

“You told him off, stood your ground. Even when he was flinging petty insults as a last-ditch effort to get under your skin you didn’t indulge him. You won. And now you’re sitting here letting all the crap he said get to you because you aren’t satisfied unless you convince yourself that something was your fault.” 

My lips pursed. “I don’t appreciate being psychoanalyzed.”

“I don’t appreciate being spoken to when I’m trying to read, but you insist on doing that regardless.” 

With a grunt of frustration, I shifted around in my seat. 

“Must you sit like that? Your shoes keep digging into me.” His tone was slightly irritated.

“Tough.” 

His gaze cut over to me. Setting his book aside, he grabbed at my ankles, ignoring my yelps of protest, and draped my boots over his lap. Resting his forearms atop my shins, he opened his book and resumed reading. 

Pouting, I attempted to wriggle free, but my legs were pinned beneath the weight of his arms. 

I huffed in resignation. “You’re wrong, you know. The decisions I made weren’t innocuous. They hurt people, my brother especially. Or it will, when I finally tell him the truth.”

“So, it’s your fault for not having the clairvoyance to see this guy turn into an asshole, and not his fault for being one. That makes total sense.” 

I shook my head at his sarcasm. “Have you never blamed yourself when someone you care about got hurt, even if it wasn’t completely your fault?”

In the rare absence of an immediate retort from him, I peered over to catch the ghost of a regretful smile on his face. “Story of my life.” I stared curiously at his profile, wondering where his mind had just went. “So, you were selfish for once. Made a choice and it affected the people around you. Good. That’s what it means to be human and to exist in this world. At least your choice didn’t do irreversible damage. No one died. All this pain is temporary.” 

His words touched a tender wound in my heart. I chuckled bitterly. “Not every choice I’ve made turned out that way.”

“Not all of them do. But that doesn’t make every bad thing that’s followed automatically your fault.” 

My breath hitched. Taken aback, I gaped at him. Then turned away as fresh tears pricked the back of my eyes. I tried to sniffle quietly so he wouldn’t notice, but his head turned at the sound. 

“Are you crying?” he asked incredulously.

“No!” I insisted in a thin, whiny voice that was thoroughly unconvincing. 

“Why the hell are you crying now?” 

I covered my face. “I don’t know! It’s your fault! You can’t just say things like that!” 

“Say things like what?” He sounded genuinely lost and confused. 

“I don’t know, okay! Just shut up for a second and leave me alone!” I would’ve kicked him for emphasis, but my legs were still trapped under his arms. 

He sighed. “My god, you’re such a mess.”

“You don’t think I know that!” I wiped at my wet cheeks. “It’s just…no one’s ever said that to me before. It just caught me off guard.”

“Everything you say and do catches me off guard and you don’t see me bursting into tears.”

“’Course not, that would require you to have emotions.” 

Ignoring me, he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and checked the screen, closed his book. “We should get going.”

“Oh, right —” The loud growl of my stomach interrupted my reply. 

Spencer smirked. “We’ll stop by a drive-thru on the way back.” 

“That would be nice…” I said sheepishly. 

I swung my legs off him and rose to my feet. A book clattered to the floor. The Little Prince. I’d forgotten I was still holding onto it. 

I picked it up from the floor, then turned to punch Spencer in the arm as he walked past me. He raised a brow.

“That’s for being an asshole.”

“Sorry, did you do something?” 

Irritation surging, I punched him again with more force. 

He made a show of studying the ceiling as he walked on. “Is there a draft in here or something?”

I begrudgingly followed him to the front of the store, studying the cover of The Little Prince thoughtfully. 

“Wait,” I said, forcing Spencer to hang back at the exit. Stepping up to the counter, I slid the book toward Gio. “How much for this?” 

Back in Spencer’s car, I nestled the plastic bag with my new purchase in my lap. 

Spencer eyed me. “I can’t believe you bought that.” 

“Why not? You made it sound interesting. I wanna see what all the hype is about.” 

“I didn’t expect you to actually read it,” he muttered, tugging at his seatbelt and clicking it in place.  

“I make no promises that I actually will.” I slipped the book out of the bag, running a thumb across the cover. “But you said it was your favorite book, and that it effectively made you into who you are now. So, who knows, maybe if I read it, I’ll understand you a bit better,” I shrugged. 

Feeling his stare on my cheek, I glanced over, a mix of wonder and bewilderment breaking through his impassive exterior.

It quickly melted away and he shook his head, saying in a low voice, “I’m confident no amount of books in this world could make me understand you.” 

[peachym00]

Chapter 2 is here 👀

let's go to hell (together) (15272 words) by peachyM00

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakul

When he and his grandmother owe the minor family a debt, Pete finds himself pushed deeper into the mafia world than ever before. Working for Vegas sounds like Pete’s idea of Hell. But when feelings develop and lives are on the line, will the Devil finally admit he’s met his match?

Pete hadn’t known what to expect when he thought of entering the minor family compound, perhaps an underground bunker or a sleek modern building guarded as if it were Fort Knox.

Neither seemed to be the case, however. They walked through what seemed like a maze of market stalls, a mixture of food and other products, all with the bustle of people surrounding them. Everyone greeted Vegas as he walked through; Pete could practically feel these people’s respect for him through their interactions.

Strange. 

Pete assumed there would be a certain level of fear underlying any kind of respect shown to Vegas, yet, the warmth on people’s faces suggested otherwise.

“You run this market?” Pete asked as a lady forcibly handed him a pork skewer; he smiled in thanks, grateful as he had skipped breakfast that morning.

“I own the space, but I let the stall owners sell their products and keep the profit. And in return, they all keep their eyes open for anything suspicious and report to me accordingly,” Vegas led him around a corner and into a door that needed a passcode.

Pete made a noise of acknowledgement as he watched Vegas open the door, a bodyguard on the other side holding a large automatic weapon. They were inside what looked like an empty building; a few people milled about on chairs, and people played card games. Again they all greeted Vegas familiarly, and Pete’s curiosity began to grow.

“You look surprised. Were you expecting something different?” Vegas asked, coming to walk beside him instead.

“I don’t know what I was expecting to be honest,” Pete replied truthfully, “It reminds me of home; everyone greets Yaai the same.”

“We must have similar methods of leadership then.”

Once out of their building, they came onto an empty road opposite what looked like another vacant building.

“What is this, a maze?” Pete asked suspiciously, causing Vegas to chuckle.

“When you have a reputation like we do, tight security is the bare minimum,” Vegas explained, leading Pete down another corridor with more guards with guns. “I have enemies that would shoot me on site; I have no interest in them knowing where I live.”

It was then that they entered a building that, this time, was not empty. Walking down winding, dark wooden stairs, Pete couldn’t help but stare at the massive glass sculpture hanging from the ceiling. 

Not his taste in decor, but still impressive.

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Link to chapter 1 on ao3 here!

[team--charlotte]

taking screenshots of my own posts and edits that i made here for tumblr so i can sort them nicely on pinterest but making sure to keep my handle on it because i believe in crediting artists

[fiction-dweller]

kin moodboard !!

[23sanguinity]

I REALLY wanted to share this but it is my dad and I don’t want to share his face so he has a little mask and glasses

Process:

This is not exactly “original” art, but I’m going to give background first

Basically, last year my dumbass dad bought a bunch of Christmas cards and giant print of this obviously ai assisted image of my family as Vikings. He will deny it’s ai, and I’ve conceded there was some human effort put into it, but it’s obviously mostly ai and he got scammed in my eyes. Which we argued a lot about

This year, he did it again, and has doubled down and said there was no ai involved despite the fact that my brothers ears have never looked like that a day in his life.

SO.

I decided to make my own version. I originally planned to make it a largely original piece, just tracing the face and largely painting on my own. However, it turns out that i cannot just learn how to paint a realistic face easily and after many hours I tried an alternate strategy: outlining in black where I see different colors and simply color picking and filling the space. I used a picture of my dad combined with a guy in a costume for the body and boom, easy. Except it took like five hours because I still have no experience with this style and I’m very slow.

Ultimately, the fact that it’s all basically copied stylistically doesn’t matter to me because the point isn’t actually to make my own original drawings of my family it’s to make something better than the ai did.

Are there probably easier ways of doing this?

Yes. But I’ve gotten this far, I’m not going back now

Other notes:

I wish I had adjusted the man in costume more to match the blue lighting of my dad but oh well.

I did take the picture of my dad I think but not some of the other ones I’ve used or any of the bodies ofc

I need to not use the smallest brush setting because the bucket tool was NOT a fan of such thin lines and I had to do a fair bit of cleaning up

[ssalballoon]

gale doodles (goodles)

first drawing references this pinterest post !

edit: pinterest links don't work if you're not signed in, i've attached the original ref image below the cut and here's the vogue link. the designer is Guo Pei and the dress is from her fall 2019 couture collection

pinterest ux my beloathed

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

No More Chances

✧ M A S T E R L I S T ✧

Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Regressing GN Reader

In which a sad little child of a Wayne is somehow curse by the fates to live again and again, facing death in the end just to relive their fears, trauma and neglect from their own family.

Will they find away to end this looping nightmare or to live another reset again just to find a good gooddamn ending?.

Warning this Fic will contain:

Suicide and Suicidal thoughts, Death [Mainly Y/N's], Violence, Cursing, Drugs and substances, Guns and other weapons, Family Neglect, Talk about traumas or phobias, out of characters from the DC characters, mixed versions of the Batfamily [Will be mentioned if there are changes or implications of specific depictions of comics, games or other media for DC characters], Typos [ I can edit if there are typos but don't expect perfect or poetic English from me cuz I'm not that great in English ] and lastly This is NOT a Jinx!Reader I only had inspo of jinx and Arcane reference for this they are not fully Jinx because if they are then that would be a different fic now.

EXTRA EXTRA NOTE :

For the love of anything out there if you do not like to consume these type of fics in tumblr, DO NOT message or comment to me about how you don't like to read yandere or even x reader fanfictions in your feed, it's not my fault, I don't control your recommendation or what pops up in your screen, you have fingers SCROLL AWAY.

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PROLOGUE

Chapter 1 : Dear Mother, Goodbye

Chapter 2 : A New Reset, An Old Story

Chapter 3 : Hello Father, Die

Chapter 4 : Oh Love, Why can't I See You?

Chapter 5 : Poor Goldilocks, Nothing Is Just Right

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[ O N G O I N G ]

Headcannons

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Fate's Chapter Assessment

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No More Chances Q&A [#No More Chances Q&A]

Flasbacks&Babies

Doodles& Hallucinations

BadguyOrNot?

-✧✦✧-INTERTWINED FATES-✧✦✧-

Melody composed by fate [song fic]

Death by Family

Father

Sons

Daughters

Grandfather

✧✦✧ CRACKED VISIONS ✧✦✧

Imma finna rock yo' shit

Black Betty Bam Balam

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EDIT & UPDATES 07/04/2025

TAGLIST IS NO MORE I'm sorry but majority of the usernames here doesn't exist or I can't tag and it takes too much time for me to double check so I'll be doing my best to provide you Masterlist and Links instead.

This fic will start to migrate to different sites such as AO3 and Quote along with few upcoming fics I have planned so it'll take more time.

Q&A for No More Chances are open (Don't ask for updates you already know why I don't post much)

[ If you're having trouble finding the chapters for this fic all of them will be tag with #No More Chances or find #Masterlist ] (all images are from mixed media of screenshots, Pinterest, tumblr and google)