#out of context this makes zero sense

[i-am-trying-my-best-okay]

The way this format can apply to the villains in each trilogy means a lot to me:

[mistressemmedi]

I can't believe FIA wants to investigate and penalize Charles. Man's only crime was to be the meat in the worst sandwich of the world

[overly-verbose]

(Here's a crack/ship fic I wrote! Have fun reading XD ps. Please ignore the first one I saw a typo and wanted to add moreee)

Sukuna ate a burger and blamed it on Sukuna who another Sukuna believed was telling the truth, so he felt unsure around the other Sukuna’s presence.

So another time when the same thing happened again that Sukuna took no time at all to put it on the same Sukuna.

That Sukuna is sad, upset that the other Sukuna wouldn't believe him.

When there came a time where the Yuujis met, Sukuna wanted another Yuuji for himself, but Sukuna won't let him. Threatens to paint his guts to the walls and the ground red.

The Sukuna relented and pulled back, afraid. Then he left to sit on his own. Another Sukuna watches from the sideline, shaking his head from the scene.

Sukuna, realizes this then goes to talk to the Sukuna and starts to talk about how he doesn't hate him and even appreciates his company. He's different from other Sukunas, more innocent than others. He may be clumsy, but he's also trying his best and that's such a beautiful and heartwarming l thing.

Sukuna, surprised and even a bit touched, starts to blurt out what he thought the other Sukuna was great at and that he wanted to be like him. To be strong, to be able to protect his Yuuji as he does with his and when he's with him, he felt a blanket of safety around him even with his demonic aura.

The two said their pieces and sat there in a comfortable silence and after a moment the other Sukuna reached out his hand, a start to friendship.

The expression on the other Sukuna looks a bit torn and stricken with some kind of grief, but he continues to smile before grasping the waiting hand. Then there's a tug and he was pulled into a tight embrace. His eyes widened, unsure of what to do before he slowly started to wrap his hands around the other's back.

Then the other older Sukuna spoke.

“I hope we can be friends.”

Yea 👍

[midnight-mourning]

Out of Context Ch. 34 Spoilers to tide you over as I finish it:

I can sense this chapter is going to be on the longer side, and if I had to guess I am AT MOST halfway done with it

Last week was out to get me I swear 😔 but we'll be aight

[lengthy-artery]

ok im going to swing a bat at a hornest's nest right now. what the fuck is the locked tomb actually about. what is it about and why is everyone on my dash obsessed with it AND YOU CAN'T JUST SAY 'IT'S GOT LESBIAN NECROMANCERS IN SPACE'. I KNOW THAT. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE PLOT IS HERE

[clowningcrows]

lol i pregamed a tiny bit for agatha but now after finishing im just taking shots for coping reasons

[repressedqueen]

I'm GAGGED

He looks so soft 🥹🥹

I am vibrating !! I want to watch NOW!!! I wish I wasn't such a good best friend 😭

[swords-and-or]

i would legitimately lay down my life for terry the tortoise. i’m saying it with my full chest.

[zorilleerrant]

Chance Encounters

@flashfictionfridayofficial

So, Chance was aware that, if he fell, he was going to end up falling in front of a bunch of tourists. (This was why he tried not to fall.) This, in itself, was only mildly scandalous and probably wouldn’t even have made the front page, although the kids were obviously going to tell tales, ah, out of school, as it were. That was all planned for.

The problem was that he hadn’t accounted for thin spaces being likelier above workshops. Or, well, he’d thought about that, that was why he was wearing safety equipment and all, it’s just that current workshops and historical workshops didn’t always line up and, actually, given how many more regulations there were these days, the current workshops were probably less likely to have thin spaces above them.

Chance didn’t tend to think of this one as a workshop. It had been mostly a display room for a few hundred years now, and a popular one, and he avoided it even when he was traveling the normal way, most days. The tourists didn’t even change that part.

(It wasn’t like he was avoiding a meeting or anything this time, so he wouldn’t even get into trouble, it just took some explanation. He’d had a story prepared and everything.)

But as it turned out, Chance falling out of the sky wasn’t even what anyone was concentrating on. They were all agog at the shower of glitter that rained down over not only Chance but the crowd as a whole, sparkling and fizzing out as it hit the ground. Chance froze, of course, but it was too late. Everyone had seen him.

And he couldn’t even sneak away, either, because at that point the skull boomed – he’d forgotten how loud this particular skull was, given that it basically never talked – out into the hallway, declaring him Royal Archmage, King Harrington I.

Honestly, even the first part he probably could’ve explained away. Chance had gotten good at dodging questions, and also giving responses that weren’t really, and if it came down to it, blaming things on the curator, who knew exactly what he was going through anyway. It probably would’ve been that one. Claiming private study or who knows what.

(He probably would’ve gotten in trouble for messing with the tomes, at that point, as if they couldn’t choose whether they wanted to be messed with. And anyway, Chance knew far and away enough to keep the books safe.)

If he’d been smart, he would’ve cast an invisibility spell, and hid until everyone got bored and went away. If he’d been smart, he would’ve teleported somewhere, even somewhere random, and figured it out from the privacy of some dusty abandoned room. If he’d been smart, he would’ve smiled and bowed like he meant to do all of that, or even like he’d set the whole thing up as a prank or a brag. If he’d been smart, he would’ve texted the PR team.

But what actually happened was Chance’s luck turned yet again, and he yelled fuck in front of a bunch of primary schoolers and a news crew. Which was not the most auspicious way to introduce the whole magical quest thing to his family, let alone the part where they had to go back through every official document referring to him and cross out the whole ‘heir to the throne’ part of it. So, yeah, he did get in a little bit of trouble.

[myplushheart]

SAILING, SAILING, JUMPING OFF THE RAILING!!!

[hum--hallelujah]

the THING about Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes is that, #1, it is one of the most melodically satisfying songs I've ever heard and that's why it was one of the first FOB songs I actually listened to of my own free choice, and #2, it makes people crazy insane bc so many of the lyrics simply make zero sense on a surface level EXCEPT "I'm half doomed and you're semi sweet" which IMMEDIATELY gets across its point and acts as a thesis statement to the song, thus allowing an understanding of the rest of the lyrics to fall into place

[remcocoa]

out of context lines!

thank you @mundanememory for tagging me!

rules: post a line from your current wip with no context

this one's from a recent-ish wip:

inspector thomas (“call me g, kid”) is an ally by virtue of being the only deprac agent who doesn’t hate tadej’s guts, and also because he brings the good donuts when he comes by to scold them.

i'll tag @jantratnik and @indie-summer if you want to share? or anyone else who wants to :)

[maxknightley]

every time there's a discussion about Religion (as a general institution) on this website I end up sitting in the corner like

[feddy-34]

Andrei is to his left, Tee to his right, arguing yet again about who would have to set up the clackers for the night. Sixteen miles from base camp and they have to sleep out in the bushes.  “Will you two shut the fuck up?” Ja’marr’s had it with their bickering. It’s too hot and too humid to listen to the constant bitching of grunts. He’s answered with a twin set of glares, which doesn’t bother Ja’marr nearly as much as Andrei’s whispered threats. He’ll have to check his helmet for spiders again.

[musical-chick-13]

Six-ish Sentence Sunday

“Are you sure you’re all right?” she presses, once they step into the TARDIS. He can feel himself blink stupidly, like he’s waking up from a nap that’s gone on for entirely too long. “Never been better.” And somehow, due to a miracle he doesn’t deserve, he succeeds in eking out this half-sentence without any kind of croak or stammer. She nods in response, and...he can’t really tell whether she believes him or not. Granted, he can’t discern much at all right now. He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to, again. Discern anything, that is. Fucking hell, even his internal monologue is becoming incoherent.

[smileymoth]

Twitch just became canon in furry california with free healthcare and lesser temperatures