#not surprisingly

[dearweirdme]

[jessfandrawer]

My Favorite Things: Ichihime

I've been revisiting my favorite fanart pieces (drawn by me). I thought it would be fun to find out what your favorites are!

Art and links to the original posts are beneath the poll.

Goddess x Godslayer

Costume Swap

Back-to-Back

Psyche

Rain on Me

Falling (fluff vs. angst)

Victorian Christmas

One-way Sympathy

Mutual Pining/Halcyon Days

Bonus Orihime in Winter

[csilis]

I had the ridiculous idea of Unicron becoming a detective and using his powers to resurrect the dead to interrogate the victims as a gimmick. So detective Unicron it is.

Part one: Rude awakening

It was a especially windy day in Chicago, with dark clouds hanging over the sky like a blanket. The city looked perfect for a noir story to be told. Except that it will well... not be your usual criminal fiction.

A guy, around his thirties was laying in his own pool of blood, his suit drenched in the liquid that came out of the wound on his back. He had been laying there for hours now, most definitely being dead and forgotten. But then out of nowhere he suddenly took a breath like a newborn baby as he lifted up his face and involuntarily started to crawl.

"MARK MY WORD PRIME, YOU WILL...!" he screamed like a scared five-year-old when they saw something under their bed. But he suddenly came to a halt as he noticed his surroundings. "What?" he looked around as he quickly stood up and limped towards the window, grabbing into anything he could. He looked down seeing the streets, stuffed with humans. "This is not where I am supposed to be" he stated, fury apparent on his face. But it was rare for Unicron to not be angry. He was the god of destruction after all. "I'm not supposed to be between these worms! I'm a god!" he screamed again in rage, throwing the closest thing to him, a vase, to the wall.

But it wasn't enough, it was never enough. His fury was messy, flipping the chairs, flipping the tables. He was ready to tear down the whole house if could. Now the place really seemed like someone was killed here. But standing there in the middle of the room with a heaving chest, he noticed another body laying in one of the doorways. Seeking answers, he made his way towards the body, kneeling beside it as he lifted up his left hand. He was a god, and wherever he went, his powers followed.

Unicron held his hand over the lifeless form, his fingers twitching with a faint, purple and chaotic energy. Moments later, the body gasped, filling its lungs with air in a sharp, sudden breath, and the eyes fluttered open, wide with terror.

“Where… wha–?” but he couldn't say anything as he grabbed him by the collar.

"Who did this? Who put me into this vessel?!" Unicron hissed, his anger mounting again. Whoever did this will pay dearly for crossing path with the god of Destruction.

"Run... found... butterfly... brother!" he gurgled a lot of nonsense as blood ran down from the corners of his mouth. Seconds later his eyes rolled backwards and he was gone. Unicron tried to resurrect him again, but without any success. This body had limitations. How nice.

Then Unicron heard footsteps. "The insects are coming" he stated but before he could say or do anything a human entered the apartment through the door that was left open. Her olive skin and dark, shoulder-length hair framed a face that was both sharp and compassionate, her eyes sweeping across the room with a keen, practiced gaze. This wasn't her first rodeo.

"Eric Vance?" she asked as her hand lingered on her pistol strapped to her thigh. "I'm Detective Ryes from the Chicago Police Department and there's a possibility that someone wants to kill..." she started to say but then suddenly stopped.

"I need no help from the likes of you worm" he looked up her, his eyes having a purple shine in the flickering light above him. "I'm freed from my prison and I will waste no..."

"There's a knife in your back!" she said, sounding half concerned and half annoyed.

"I do not care! Don't you dare interrupt me while I'm speaking, insect!" he yelled, getting a grip on the knife and pulling it out with one swift move.

"Oh my God" the woman whispered to herself as she stepped closer.

"Yes, you are speaking to him" Unicron stated in a darkened voice as he threw the knife into the floor. He's going to find out who did this. Even if he has to tear this universe apart.

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I know it did not really had the detective part yet, but I thought putting it out in parts might be better as Tumblr not really made for huge chunk of texts.

Next Part

[mrsmiagreer]

The Wolf Crew playing truth or dare like teenagers one night and it’s Milo’s turn to dare Asher to do something. He doesn’t say it out loud though, he whispers it into his ear.

Asher: Babe come here real quick, lay down right there

Baaabe: …? okay? Right here?

Asher: Yeah perfect *rubs his hands together*

David, Sweetheart, Sam: 😲😟

Angel, Milo, Darlin: 😏😂

[unbelievably-sane]

22yo caught watching The Owl House by mother, subjected to heavy judgement and side eyes

[jitters-art]

why don't you like stranger things? /gen

the show itself is very racist and antisemitic. and the creators certainly are as well.

they scripted white people to casually say a slur against inuit and when they received a negative response instead of apologizing, all that i’ve seen is it being explained away to being “necessary” and trying to keep the show “accurate”. which is rich considering they’ve dropped the ball on several other things to make it accurate “to the times”. additionally their treatment of lucas’ character is not good either. for incredibly obvious reasons. he’s their token POC so they can say they’re diverse and he’s written horribly and without the care the white characters get because of that.

the last season they not only filmed inside of an actual former concentration camp from the holocaust, but then turned it into an air bnb. to make money… and have people pay for the ‘stranger things experience’ inside of a former concentration camp. yea. dare i have to explain why that’s antisemitic? then to have the kids have numbered tattoos on their arm that are uncannily similar to the identification tattoo used during the holocaust is just ignorant and tone deaf. then to add that other thing onto it…. it’s just plain disrespectful. at best.

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[canisalbus]

The forbidden smooth Machete.

A lot of his head is just fluff, without it he's even more noodly than usual.

[mangozic]

cracks him like a glowstick

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory knows he looks LIKE HIM in FNAF..

[thelvadams]

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG 3 • dir. Jeff Fowler

When we're done, there won't be anything left to rule.

[luciyote]

Binge watching prime ☝️🤓

[n4rval]

i lied. here's a bonus.

[userarmand]

armand + name etymology

[bluegiragi]

slash n' clash.

full version on patreon