#original transplants

[paradimeart]

this post was a lie this is my actual tfa knockout design

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

what kind of favour do you require in exchange for an equineswap jiang yanli

I will fight god if that's what it takes.

No favour required! These guys were in the original doodle dump!

[tsukasalover]

wxs ita bag!! (sorry for crappy quality)

[tswwwit]

How does Dipper get his sleep back in reincarnations that follow? Does he get it back at all? Does he just sleep without dreaming? Or does it reset?

It's working on 'sleep is a body part' rules. If Dipper lost a finger in one life, he'd still be born with a full set of ten next time around! Same goes for sleep - he'll get it back in his next life.

[mogwaei]

Thought it would be cool to put all of the art my friendo @/artist-rat has done of my oc Mao into one post. (Pls go follow them!!💚🌻)

Fun fact: Mao learns how to shapeshift into a rat to better sneak around! She of course had to catch a rat to study it...and ends up keeping it in her pocket.

[z-50-chimera]

FUN FACT ABOUT YOUR OC GO!

//ooc

OH UHH

I've said it a bunch but Mallard is Australian!! Specifically it's from New South Wales !!

While it's accent is sort of gone, certain words and the way they say things gives it away - and while it's swearing is toned down a lot it's got a massive potty mouth

[skimbradsteen]

Through Years of Pain

Pain of November Comes like the others Rains on Sundays, I hide beneath the covers

Wishing for a change An answer to all this suffering Sometimes I wonder If I’m stuck buffering.

One day the pain will be gone People will be sad and grieving Suffering had been so long Pain always increasing

Leaving behind all that I love For an eternal rest, And peace from above It was always for the best

Long-suffering for many years Took its toll on me Praying God would end my tears In Jesus, I know with him I’ll always be Without pain, suffering, or fears.

[redlyriumidol]

I still think it's so funny that they said all ancient elves go bald after millennia. like that's just canon I guess. Every other feature stays the same except they lose their hair. It's such a funny detail but my question is... Why lol. Also one of the Evanuris seemed to have hair in the gameplay reveal, so perhaps they found a magical hair loss prevention method?? Many questions. It would be funny if we, with our glorious new character creator hair, were just fighting a cabal of evil bald people. A cabald, if u will.

[maulfucker]

I hate writing I don't want to write I want to read this story without having to wait for the idiot who created it to write it....

[pocketramblr]

I want to know how all might reacts to reincarnated afo!aizawa

Like I think All Might would understand that Aizawa doesn't remember his villainous past, and has essentially been reborn, but the fact that afo somehow managed to get away with it (in a matter of speaking at least) must be like one of those forbidden itches from another dimension: forever vexing him

So All Might doesnt find out about this until Aizawa goes to him himself a few months after the worst of it, which is important because the reaction is defintely something that would vary based on when and how he learned it.

As it is, Aizawa goes to Might Tower and is like "Hey, I'm a UA student, Nedzu emailed All Might and said why he needed to see me, if he hasn't checked it tell him its about All For One." and is quickly sent up to talk. All Might is confused about the why- this kid is like, sixteen, AfO could have been dead before he was born.

But then Aizawa sighs, and says "I was born on the day you killed All For One," which means he knows way more information than he should, and All Might listens even when the kid immediately seems to go off topic by explaining that he's always wanted to be a hero, even though erasure is a weak quirk, and he knew he wouldn't be able to be a hero like All Might. Then he gets to the Garvey fight, and very quietly says that when he tried to erase the villain, he stole one of his quirks instead. All Might looks at the boy's palms, and sees.

But he doesn't quite see the truth yet.

"You're All For One's son." He breathes.

Shouta shakes his head. "No. Worse. I was born the day you killed him, right? Well, the hospital I was born at, there was a doctor that worked for AfO. Tried to save his life. Couldn't. So AfO ordered him to grab a baby, and transfered his quirk... to me." All Might relaxes, because that is tragic, but easier to deal with- "And then, I guess, they lost me? Not sure, but um, after Gravey, i went to the hospital and the Doctor kept messing with me. He was giving me more of All For One's quirks... and his memories. And i- it was so stupid, I went in there alone, and now... it's all there. in me."

All Might is no longer relaxed. He stares at the kid. Miserable, Aizawa holds out a hand, and a spike shoots out from it. One All Might remembers going into his chest, and he flinches.

Aizawa puts his hand down.

"I can't figure it out."

"Can't figure what out?" All Might asks.

"I can't figure out if I'm more me or more him now. I mean, I feel like I'm in charge. But he's been alive a lot longer, even if so much of those memories a blur. And, logically, even if he isn't in my head, his memories have to affect me. I mean, i knew going alone was stupid, but all those memories of his power, his pride, i ignored it and went anyway. I can't figure out what it means to know all of this now, who I am or what I should do."

All Might nods. He feels such pity for the boy, such grief he didn't prevent this. caused it, even, really. "And you came to me?"

"Yeah. You're the person alive who's known All For One the longest, except Gran Torino and I didn't know how to find him." The teen shrugs. "You'd be the one to know if he's... you know, if i'm him. You'd be the one to stop him."

All Might stares at him, not moving, not speaking. Aizawa beings to twitch despite himself.

"You trusted me to fix this." He finally says. "Yeah, there's no way in hell All For One's in charge of your brain then. You're safe, kid. You might have the memories, but i take it you hate the guy in them?"

"More than anything. You're sure? It makes sense that i could be influenced-"

"Young Aizawa. You're safe. I am sure. And if that changes, i'll make sure to help you. I am here."

Aizawa goes nearly boneless on the couch. "Thanks."

"No problem. I'm guessing you'd feel better if you were doing something about it, though?"

"Huh?"

"You're a hero. You feel better when you're doing something."

"Yeah. What do you have in mind?"

"Let's see if any of your new old memories can help us weed out anyone else who could be planning something like the Doctor was, and then come up with some plans to use all those quirks in you now for good."

Aizawa smiles for the first time in weeks. It is a terrifying smile, but it is absolutely nothing like All For One's too-calculated smirk. All Might smiles back.

[forgivenfolly]

me like three days ago: prem probably wouldn't get much out of this expac it's a good thing i didn't choose to play it as him

the expac:

[ciltilladeltilla]

(edited sprint piece, 500 words, partly inspired by this book & paper)

The ice chest sat next to the hotel bed, covering a hole in the three layers of plastic wrap. He looked at it while the surgeon prepared, and hoped she wouldn't do any more checks to see if he was sure.

Even he'd assumed it was insomnia until he'd noticed mirrors had a color. It was a putrid color, at that - a higher octave of beige, only more damnably bright than the others.

"There aren't any medical texts for this, of course," she explained, shrugging off a layer of baggy casualwear and revealing full scrubs with plastic gloves taped to them. "It's a bit like those marriage drive-thrus in Vegas. Do they still have those? Anyway, you'll want to avoid doing any physicals from now on."

At night, stars had become suns again, while moonlight smeared the air and made it into fog. The moon itself didn't wane for him, but when its light was fainter it became almost tiger-striped with infrareds that rhymed with orange and green.

Next had come the clicking from the outdoors, a bomb or a loom hushed only by the rain. The sound of more letters being forced into his box in the lobby by someone cursing under their breath. Spiders became hydraulic and pistoning, snapped branches became wet telegraphs, and a universe of tiny, churning mouths vibrated the concrete under his feet.

The cravings had clarified the rest.

In the hotel room he laid back - sparing the details - and stared at the popcorn ceiling, thinking distantly of canopic jars. It was a wonder to him that this, this alone, should be so sensationless.

When the work has halfway done the ice chest was opened and gave a long, droning sigh as the surgeon lifted four containers and twisted four seals. For him it was hard to tell them apart except for size, but each smelled like mud or railroads or lifelong, prickling fear.

The group had already told him that rabbit, elk, pig and falcon were the traditional hearts for starting someone off. They'd also given him a warning, that his life depended on knowing which things kept and which would go sour. Which, he suspected, was just their segue to telling him he'd be paying in favors and not cash.

Rabbit, elk, pig, falcon. There was room for them, now, and as each was attached and resumed its operation he felt more - awake? The present contracted and expanded in the same motion, somehow - finer-grained but across a broader surface. All four beat in separate rhythms, syncopating in pairs and flirting in triplets until they joined in a crescendo on the half-hour mark.

"And - that's it?" he asked as the surgeon closed him up.

She placed the sewing needle between her teeth and made a 'so-so' gesture with her hand. "Reason these are standard is they go bad in about five years. Make nice with the right people and show you keep your favors and that won't be a problem. If that's not you, figure something out."

"Is stuff like this how you do it?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I made friends with the Order of St. Hubertus."

She declined to elaborate on that.

[eggmuffinwaffles]

Waltz Of The Dead

Chapter 1: Have You Heard The News?

The room was loud. It was so loud. There was screaming. There was crying. Dead eyes that kept staring at him, crying for people they couldn't remember anymore.

And yet there was one ghost Varian couldn't find. The one ghost he wished was there.

He would do anything to see him again.

Anything.

[slutabed]

Where the Ragged People Go

Still — he can’t help but admit the two are blood bound now. Literally and figuratively. Stevie boy had been the one to carry Eddie’s sorry ass out of hell, already half bat food and halfway dead.

Then, the martyring son of a bitch had gone and donated blood to Eddie in the hospital, so, like, that’s a thing Eddie’s gotta live with now. Like every time he sees Steve, his heart beats faster on purpose as a reminder of whose blood is pumping through his veins.

Like he said — laughable. All of this would be laughable, if it wasn’t so close to making him cry.

***

“Where the Ragged People Go” - chapter 1 is now posted on AO3! 

[purplecyborgnewt]

Peta Toppano as Jilly Stewart 2.0 in Return to Eden (1986)

(Yeah, I'm branching out, giffing stuff that isn't The Flash. Been feeling nostalgic lately so there'll be more Jilly gifs in the future. Not every day, not every month - when I feel like it.)

[citizen-zero]

I feel like I’ve achieved this site’s version of being the drummer from Coldplay because I have multiple 50k+ note posts and only around 3000 followers and even when I have anon turned on I almost never get hate mail. the last time I got hate mail was almost exactly 3 years ago and it was from a bunch of TERFs who were cranky bc I said that a gay man is still gay if his partner is a trans guy (and ditto lesbians dating trans women) but honestly TERFs can only be loosely described as people so it only half counts