#ok enough rambling the end

[rainbluealoekitten]

AMERICANS. @gayseball and @noahs-digital-shrine SPECIFICALLY. TOOK A FIELD TRIP INTO THE US TODAY (idk how much i'm allowed to say about that LMAO) AND WHAT ARE YOU BATHROOM STALLS. PLEASE. WHY CAN I EASILY FIT UNDER AND ALSO SEE ABOVE WITH JUST ENOUGH JUMPING. mndfbsmbfnakgrkjdhsfmn fucking terrifying

[wasabi-gumdrop]

thinking about modern au Kabru

ivy league college student, probably studying law and political science on a full scholarship. first time living away from Milsiril so he has to promise her, yes mom i’ll call you at least four times a week, no mom i don’t need your amex black card, yes mom the normal credit card is fine i need to learn how to budget like a Normal Person (it has a limit of $20k — that’s not normal Kabru).

Milsiril insists for a long time that she’ll just get him a house off campus so he can have his own space (aka a place she can drop by anytime and possibly live a few months out of the year just to be close to him) but Kabru puts his foot down and tells her the best way he’s gonna make friends is by living with other students (bye mom).

his floor in the coed dorms is the party floor and he always makes sure to invite everybody (his nightmare is accidentally leaving anyone out and having them think that he doesn’t like them). somehow it’s always a good time, everyone leaves with more friends than they came with, it never gets totally out of control, and plenty of girls who are interested in him (and a lot of guys too tbh) bring tons of baked treats so there’s always free food. Kabru is the RA’s favourite person to have in the building (even though Kabru himself is messy but most of the people he’s friends with are nice and clean up after themselves).

he has a porsche (Milsiril gift for his 16th bday) but he’s adamant about not driving it unless he absolutely has to (because he doesn’t wanna look like a douche). BUT he never says no when his friends ask for rides (so he ends up driving all the time anyway). he actually contemplates selling the porsche and going for a more practical car but Mickbell is like ‘dude you are not taking this away from me.’ Kabru sighs and decides to keep it because his friends (Mickbell) like being chauffeured around in a fancy convertible (Rin, Holm, and Dia don’t care, they’re just glad they don’t have to walk to the grocery store).

he’s probably on a casual texting basis with most of his professors and you know he’s going to all their office hours, grabbing beer with them just to keep chatting about life outside of school. and that’s how he winds up in some super secret faculty group chat where he’s now privy to all the college administration gossip.

Kabru is elected for student council during his freshman year and he’s probably the favourite to be sc president one day.

he doesn’t really date (gets too in his head about how he doesn’t wanna ruin any friendships) but he does hang out one on one with a lot of girls and treats them all really well. he probably goes so far out of his way to be platonic that he flies a little too close to the ‘Just Like One of the Girlies’ sun, he kinda forgets that most people interpret it as flirting coming from him. which leads to a few awkward conversations. people feeling led on, a few angry jealous boyfriends, scathing dms about him being a girl stealing homewrecker.

it’s such a nightmare for him and he needs it to end right now. so he begs Rin to ‘date’ him for a week or two and then publicly dump him just so the entire student body gets the message that he is Just A Friend.

Rin stares at him for a few seconds. then she laughs. she laughs and laughs. she laughs for a crazy long time. and then eventually she goes, ‘wow you’re an asshole, Kabru. no i won’t be your fake girlfriend. you’re gonna suffer and i’m going to enjoy it.’

and that’s when Kabru has a moment of enlightenment. ok yeah. asking for that is probably really selfish and mean. maybe he needs to think about girls’ feelings more and that’s maybe more important than his deep seated need to be liked, and when has Rin ever been wrong about anything.

he apologizes. and so begins one of the more serious talks he’s ever had with Rin about being okay with not being liked.

he thinks he can really turn over a new leaf. the whole ‘not worrying about what other people think’ thing goes pretty well — up until Kabru meets the aloof professor for his Monsters and Myths class who keeps forgetting and mispronouncing his name.

Kabru has never needed someone to like him So Bad, he needs Prof. Touden to like him as a matter of life and death, and he’s willing to look stupid for it (fails a midterm on purpose to justify begging for one on one tutoring)

[crazymecjc]

i am the devil’s minion, and he grants my every wish.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what is your favorite thing about charles and your favorite thing about erik? separately, as in what you like most about their characters :]

a devious question this one is, my friend!!! it's hard enough for me to explain my thoughts cohesively, but having to pick ONE thing i particularly love is difficult. with characters like charles and erik, theres been so much done with their characters over the decades and so they have so many components to them that make them so interesting and fun to observe. BUT I TRY FOR YOU TODAY. under the cut i kinda ramble and the size of this text box makin me anxious

i think if i were to be simple and broad, what i enjoy most about charles is his determination to help others, even if he isn't really thanked and/or if people don't even like him. ofc, this isn't to say he hasn't done wrong- to be honest, the fact he does wrong/questionable things at times is another aspect of him i really enjoy, maybe because- broadly speaking- he's meant to be altruistic (intent vs outcome and all that). i don't know if that's super exciting to most people, but it is for me

as for erik, my reason for liking him is easier to explain tbh. To Be Simple And Broad, his progression from villain to antihero over the decades has been fun to observe (as much as i have so far anyhow) and analyze. i think to be a bit more specific, him using his rage and pain as justifications for his villainous actions is definitely what compels me the most: hurt people hurt and the sort, an idea i've always found interesting (something something vicious cycles and the like). yet now, he recognizes this wasn't really. A Just Thing To Do and is beginning to change that, which i enjoy

[fusionsprunt]

Hunter what the FUCK-

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[lavenderjewels]

you fascinate me

[fluffalpenguin]

Happy Shun Duel Links Day!!! (party popper emoji)

[simcardiac-arrested]

zavijava info PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! PLEASEEEEE ZAVIJAVA COME HOME ... PLEASE .... umm um um ill tell you about umm . tma au im making for nastya if u tell me about her .PLEASE!!!!!!!

so she is definitely a star of some kind. i mean she is an angel but in that story in particular The Stars are kind of angels. like they’re otherworldly beings and they jus kinda hang out. cosmically. it’s a different dimension separated from the human one but like, obviously stars still exist for humans, they just don’t do anything crazy because the rules of the world dictate that their realities shouldn’t interact. angels can observe the other world from far up above yet they still exist on a different level. But tbh zavijava had never enjoyed the otherworldly ethereal whatever lifestyle—she just didn’t feel like she fit in there. she is a #1 humans fan though so she knows that’s where she’d fit in. so she does just that. she fits in perfectly :) and normally :) yay :)

[nono-uwu]

First oc post i am shaking crying throwing up for multiple reasons and also anxious as hell- anyways, meet the man, the failure disaster gay, the forever doomed ginger(derogatory/lh)

I forgot to add his birthday omg, it's march 13th

Lore utc (i wrote a lot lmao), the uh post ch 134 stuff will be elaborated on later (or if asked. Actually, ask me anything about him. And my other oc's once they're posted. Please. I will answer in great detail. I also need a distraction. Pls.)

So basically, among the first few vampires (a 4th progenitor to be percise) turned by Shikama was a woman who showed great potential for spells and magic. She had a loving husband and child which she tragically lost in an accident. Upon turning into a vampire, her family was still the only thing on her mind. She accepted to help Shikama in his endeavors to revive Mikaela since she hoped she could revive her own family in the proccess. Unfortunately it didn't work. Disillusioned, she abandoned vampire kind and started searching for the possible reincarnation of her beloved husband, whom she may be able to have a child with and have family again.

Fast forward a a lot, and I mean a lot, of years and she arrived in 60s japan. None of the people she had hope for turned out to be the reincarnation of her late husband until that fateful day. She encountered a (rather pathetic may I add) man in his late 20s and it was like a miracle. The woman cornered the man in disbelief and from this awkward first meeting blossomed true love. Then everything went to shit lmaooo

The first problem was that the mans family didn't approve of the woman. Tough this didn't stop their love. Next was the issue of bearing a child, something that a vampire simply can't do. Well, an ordinary one but this woman was anything but ordinary. By some impossible miracle she bore a child. A biological child. (GIRL HOW?? We will never know and frankly, i don't want to think about it💀)

The child was, as expected tbh, kind of a disaster. Already born with pointy ears and sharp fangs. The child needed both human food and blood to properly sustain themselves. Drinking blood outside of their family would permanently stop their aging. Despite this, the couple was overjoyed. (And then named their child "mistake" bc that would help /s.) They named him "Machigai". Why tho?? I dunno man something along the lines of "a mistake but the best mistake of their life" bruh

So after Machigai was old enough to walk, but not old enough to remember, the mother diappeared, leaving father and child behind. The father did his best to raise such an... extraordinary child but it was understandably kind of impossible. Machigai grew up alone and isolated from his peers. He was always wearing a hood of some kind and rarley opened his mouth to talk. In high school, he met a girl who he became good friends with but she is another oc I'll post about sometime adlf,wpl.

Anyways! Come Machigai's high school graduation and 18th birthday, his father... disappeared. All he left was a note saying, that Machigai now owned the apartment and that there is enough blood in the fridge to sustain Machigai's thrist while he could grow and mature. To an already depressed and disillusioned Machigai this obviously didn't help. Throughout the next years he became a shut in, who only left the house if absolutely necessary. All he did all day was play video games, watch tv and later be on the internet. Once he ran out of his fathers blood was when things changed. He had to go out and actually find a new source of blood. Welp, sorry to unlucky bastards who went into dark alleyways at night bc these types of people became Machigai's source of blood. (That's when he stopped aging)

On one of these nightly escapades, Machigai was greeted by a large man in a neat black suit who called himself "Saito". Saito claimed to have known Machigai's mother and offered a deal: Machigai would offer up his unique constitution to the Hyakuya sect's research and in turn get a well paying job and a guaranteed source of blood. He agreed. "Welcome to the Hyakuya sect. I look forward to your performance"

Machigai was practically a lab rat for the development of cursed gear. Thanks to his half-n-half physiology he could tank wounds from cursed gear/magic n shit while still providing useful data to how effective it is. During this time Machigai aquired knowledge of vampire culture(?), became familiar with magic and it's quirks and learned how to perform simple spells and whatnot.

Around 2011, when the internet was already fairly well used, Machigai came across a forum dedicated to paranormal sightings. Various users claimed that a secluded spot in Kyoto was home to vampires. (Ferid was the one spreading these rumors btw) Most would have dissmissed this as someone wanting attention, yet Machigai was intrigued. He was well aware that vampires existed across the world but he mever knew how to actually contact them. Perhaps out of morbid curiosity, perhaps out of a genuine want for connection with people like him, he went to check out the spot. There, he met none other than the eccentric Ferid Bathory who specifically manufactured the rumor to meet Machigai (extra much?). He was well aware of Machigai's work for Rígr "Saito" Stafford and was trying to one up his father by stealing his most prized lab-rat. Machigai declined, not trusting a single thing out of that vampires mouth. Ferid left, already proclaiming that one day Machigai would be working for him.

Machigai stuck around that area as it was already well into the night and public transport wouldn't start up until the early morning. There he met another vampire: Crowley Eusford. Their meeting wasn't planned or meticulously calculated, it was actually rather awkward. Their chat was meaningless and short but in the end leagues above whatever Ferid likes to plan. Crolwey has already unwillingly heard about this curious being from Ferid and seeing Machigai himself left him wanting to learn more about him. Machigai was left a little hopeful, that perhaps it's not too late for him to look for connections.

So the apocalypse rolls around-

Machigai makes a deal with Saito that in exchange for his freedom (*eagle screech*) he would keep his mouth shut about anything the Hyakuya sect discovered while Machigai was there.

Machigai seeks out the Demon Army where he successfully keeps his half vampire identity a secert until someone on his squad gets blackmailed into revealing it. Before that, he gets a cursed weapon, a pair of daggers. And lo and behold, the demon possessing the daggers is his own mother. Unfortunately since the now demonic mother didn't witness Machigai growing up, she falsey believes to be able to still shape Machiagi to her will. After getting locked up by the army, Machigai completley gives up, only wishing for his miserable existence to end (spoiler: It won't! Ever. :) ). He ultimately loses any and all trust he has in humanity or just anything in general.

After about half a year of grueling torture and some experimentation, Machigai gets freed (kidnapped) by Ferid and promptly brought to Kyoto Sangiuem. Krul Tepes, finding Machigai to be useful in her fake-ish war against humanity and whatever she's planning with Yuu and Mika, lets him be part of the japanese vampires under Ferids faction. Ferid found himself unwilling to deal with the often uncooperative and irritated new "recruit" so he did what he does best and made it Crowley's problem.

After a rather agressive and disrespectful first impression, Machigai was officially a... coworker? of Crowley and thus also Chess and Horn in Nagoya. The three got the additional task by Ferid to somehow domesticate this feral and angry stray animal and get him to open up. At least that's how Ferids orders were phrased. Shenanigans, Drama and FeelingsTM ensue.

(How did I write so much??)

[prachelley]

Based on yugioh, can you draw Joey and Seto in a roleswap au please? I imagine Seto as a poor boy while Joey became wealthy and powerful. Like a teen idol or yakuza. What do you think?

Teen idol Jounouchi, the star of the family, versus the somewhat familiar guy who hungers for victory

This was super fun to do! thank you!

[doubleedgemode]

The Dandy with his Hand on his chest

I wanted to do a big piece before the month ended and I had been thinking on drawing a study of "The Nobleman with his Hand on his Chest" by El Greco with Slayer for a good while, because I adore that painting and believe it fits him, since it has a mysterious yet noble aura to me. Very dandy!

I love Slayer's Rev2 Color 4, so I got really happy when it returned as Color 10 in Strive, now with a very stylish nail polish, too.

[fraternum-momentum]

I CANT I CANTTTTTTT I WILL LITERALLY EXPLODE RJIKNHGKRSBKFUCKNHJHFBNJEA JFHBAEJHBFJHBHBHBHBHBBAZHJDBAJHDBAJKHBDJKNA????A//////!?!!!!!!!!??!!???!?!?!??!! I CANNOT I LITERALLY NOT THE CAN I CANTTTTTT RAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[ryokawa]

hello!! i don’t know if you’re still accepting drabble requests, but if you are, may i request stick season by noah kahan?

DRABBLE 2 !!

🜸 ⋆˚.⋆ pairing : iwaoi

🜸 ⋆˚.⋆ content warnings : it’s hinted at that they didn’t have a really healthy relationship when they were dating, and iwaizumi’s a drinker. (but it’s nothing too bad, I don’t think.)

🜸 ⋆˚.⋆ an : eeeek! okay okay, i had a lot of fun writing this, and I really hope it’s to your liking. (and btw, my requests are always open!) additionally, this doesn’t exactly follow canon-verse, though it’s real similar. basically i like making iwaizumi a lawyer, so while Oikawa still has his canon job, iwa’s a lawyer <3

Iwaizumi Hajime choked on his whiskey—a rich, amber liquid that, despite its smoothness on the way down, decided to turn into molten lava on the way back up. He coughed, sputtering as the alcohol splashed onto the table, soaking the stack of papers he’d been half-heartedly pretending to work on. It’s a shame, but ultimately—mostly—harmless; he could print new copies in the morning, preferably when he wasn’t boozed out of his mind.

He glanced at the nearly empty bottle of Hibiki sitting at his left—a moderately expensive whiskey, one of those gifts people give when they don’t know what else to buy. It had been a congratulatory gesture for his recent promotion to partner at the firm, a milestone that, in theory, would’ve filled him with pride— should’ve filled him with pride. Yet, as he sat there, pride was the last thing he felt.

He might have been ecstatic a couple of years back, when the idea of a long-distance relationship with Oikawa still seemed like a hurdle they could leap together, rather than the abyss it had become. But then came the lies, the broken-off engagement, and the slow, agonizing collapse of his life alongside everything else.

His phone rang then, like a cruel joke, and Iwaizumi stared at it, fist clenching involuntarily as he fought the urge to smash the thing into a thousand pieces. He’d have to deal with his anger issues someday, he thought. First the alcohol, then the anger, then— the rest will sort itself out. But then he saw the name flashing on his phonescreen, and suddenly he didn’t feel so sure.

With a shaky finger, he accepted the call.

“What are you playing at?” His voice came out harsher than intended, the words jagged and raw.

“Mean, Iwa-chan,” came the familiar, infuriatingly smooth voice on the other end. “I only wanted to say hello. Congrats on the promotion.”

“Fuck off.”

“Why can’t we just talk?”

“There’s nothing left to talk about.”

“Since when were you so pissy?”

Iwaizumi inhaled sharply, every muscle in his body tensing. “I’m hanging up now, Oikawa.”

“No.” There was panic in Oikawa’s voice. It pleased him, just a little. “Hear me out. Please.”

“We haven’t talked in two years. Two full years. And now you want to talk?”

“Is that so absurd?”

“Yes, Oikawa, it’s fucking absurd. We broke up because of you. We aren’t friends because of you.” Iwaizumi’s voice climbed with each word, an avalanche of frustration and bitterness crashing down. “You told me not to call you. You blocked me on Facebook. The other day, I passed your mum on the street, and she didn’t even recognize me. Not even a wave. I’ve done everything you asked, and now you have the nerve to taunt me with a call?”

“I’m not taunting you.”

“Then what the hell are you doing? The last time you called, you told me you didn’t want to hear from me anymore. The time before that, it was to get your stupid shoes back. So what is it this time? What else do you want me to send you?”

“I don’t want anything. I want—”

“Oh, shut up. I don’t care, Oikawa. You don’t get it. You never do.”

“What? Is this about me not going to university? Because I’m not as smart as you?”

“Here we go again,” Iwaizumi groaned, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “You’re brilliant, Oikawa. A celebrity. And you’re so cool. What else do you want? A parade? You need me to stroke your ego some more, oh great one?”

“You’re such a prick.”

“Forgive me,” Iwaizumi drawled, the sarcasm so thick it was almost a tangible thing, clogging the air. “I hate you so goddamn much, you know that? All you do is play with my heart. ‘Cause I know you know what you’re doing. You know I wanted to get married, to settle down, to live a normal fucking life with you and—”

“Iwaizumi, are you drunk?”

“I’m done with you.”

“So you are.”

A silence settled over them, heavy and suffocating, like the calm before a storm.

“Iwaizumi,” Oikawa’s voice was softer now, almost regretful. “Talk to me.”

“Yes, I’ve been drinking. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Why?”

“Because I got a fucking promotion.”

“That’s not it.”

“Now how would you know that?”

“Because I know you.”

Another beat of silence, longer this time. Iwaizumi could almost hear the gears turning in Oikawa’s head, attempting to figure out why there was quiet; he always hated the quiet, didn’t he? But Iwaizumi was tired—bone tired, soul tired—and he’d had enough of playing these games.

He stood up from his desk, a wobbly maneuver that sent the room spinning slightly. “You knew me, Oikawa.”

“What?”

“You don’t know me. You *knew* me.”

“Right.” To his credit, Oikawa didn’t argue, thought it likely was because he was simply too tired. It must have been four in the morning for him, not that Iwaizumi could’ve found it in himself to care. “Still, you’re not telling me the whole truth.”

“And why would I?”

“Because—I don’t know, we’re friends?”

Iwaizumi let out a bitter laugh, hollow and joyless. “You told me not to talk to you. You said we were over, that long-distance would never work, and that my calls were getting annoying. And now you think we’re still friends?”

“You called me like a worried parent! You’re nothing if not clingy, Iwaizumi. You ought to know that.”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“What?”

“If I’m so clingy, why can’t you just leave me alone? I did what you asked, Oikawa. I left you alone, and I was left to imagine growing old with you, settling down, having some semblance of normalcy while you did what? Whore yourself around to half of Argentina?”

“You did not just say that.”

“Oh, I fuckin’ did.”

“You were always like this, you know that? You get jealous, you get angry, you drink, you cry. You kept thinking I was just going to find someone new.”

“Well, I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Because you pushed me away!”

“Then why are you calling me now?”

“Because I—”

“What?”

“I can’t forget you.”

The room plunged into silence, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioner struggling to keep the room cool. Iwaizumi’s hand shook as he held the phone, his knuckles white from the pressure.

And then, without another word, he hung up. The silence that followed was deafening.

[throwing-summers-at-the-walls]

John is so capable of violence, has seen and endured and caused so much violence, has learned so well how to hurt. He has rage inside of him. Against abusers. Against himself.

But he is still so gentle and nice and comforting and he smiles and the numbers hug him and he tells Megan with tears in his eyes how you lose a part of yourself when you kill someone. He wants to help.

And. He wants to die but then. Why not live to help people. Then. Why not live because it's nice.

[phonification]

every time i think a bit more about cobs and 3gs i can feel myself losing it a little bit more

[turtlespancake]

me when i write a character who is prone to dooming themself and then they run off and doom themself. core traits are stubbornness and a willingness to disregard their own humanity gET BACK HERE IM NOT DONE WITH YOU