#pls my head hurts

[goldenstarprincesses]

When you grow up a only child who is also the only child in the enter very small family, you don't realize how quiet your family/home is until you spend time with people with large family's/multiple siblings

[be-an-echo]

- and I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright I'm just so tired to share my nights i wanna cry and i wanna love but all my tears have been used up -

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EDYN TIDESTRIDER, CHALLENGER OF THE UNDERSEA, RIVAL OF THE DEEP. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BROTHER WAS CHOSEN TO BE A WEAPON OF THE GODS? HOW WILL YOU UNDO WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO HIM?

[carbonateds-oda]

I hope the bruise on dazai’s forehead stays and that he uses it to guilt chuuya into giving him forehead kisses like the annoying little loser he is

[mewkwota]

I'm in the middle of playing BN2 and recently finished the Netopia section (also boy howdy it was a wild ride I could not stop hollering). These are broken-up pieces of the conversation-- by memory-- where Lan and Hub make up from their previous argument.

I was mainly paying attention to Hub's attitude during this. Especially with the line where he feels it was fair for him to get jumped after Lan left him alone, I couldn't help but just go awwww (sad).

[3dd13smustache]

I THINK I HAVE AN IDEA WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN IN EP 6 SO HEAR ME OUT!!!!

Okay so in the recent interview Ryan said that Eddie idolized the relationship with Shannon despite their relationship NOT being perfect and not being right for each other.

I feel it’s because Eddie whole life was him growing up too soon to become the man of the family, and every man should have a perfect life consisting of a wife and a child. And I THINK Eddie got too obsessed with that idea and FORCED himself to live in that fantasy. This is why he pretended everything was fine with him and Shannon cause he got too into his head with the little perfect WORLD he created bc that’s what he thought he was supposed to do, since he’s a man. And that’s why his relationship with Ana and Marisol failed because he forced himself to be with them to recreate the relationship he had with Shannon (despite not being in love with them and not being 100% into it) and that’s why his relationship kept failing, because if he was trying to recreate them obviously it was doomed from the start since his relationship with Shannon also FAILED, but his brain never grasped it because Shannon died and they never got a divorce. So he was still living in that fantasy.

So I THINK what’s going to happen in ep 6, is Eddie finally accepting that his and Shannon relationship was doomed from the start and forced because he was never in love with her. He was only IN love with the IDEA of her and a perfect family, but that’s not who he is, (that’s not what he wants.) he’s finally grieving (healing) and potentially discovering WHY he was so obsessed with that idea and why it affected him so much to the point he traumatized his own child with his failed relationships (that he probably knew deep down they were going to fail, but instead of stopping it he still let them) and tbh the only explanation I have that makes so much more sense is him being QUEER (gay)!!!!!!!!!!!

Because what else could it be? I think Ryan even said that Eddie is lying to himself and not being honest with himself. HECK, he even said in that interview that “he wasn’t who he said he was” like ???????? Hello??? GAY EDDIE HELLO??????!!!!!??!?!!!

Also I forgot to add this but it can also be about Eddie finally getting peace and CLOSURE and letting go of Shannon, since that’s what keeps haunting him. He feels guilty for never being in love with Shannon and never being the perfect husband she needed. And that’s why it affected him so much and traumatized him, cause Shannon could’ve had a more different life and outcome if Eddie never gotten her pregnant and never married each other. Maybe Shannon could’ve been happy and ALIVE right now, but his own selfish fantasies and perfect world and the obsession of having this perfect family and life prevented that and MAYBE he blames himself. So maybe this ep is about him finally letting go and moving on, and also about him finally stop blaming himself for what happened. And all of this could potentially lead to him discovering he’s gay/queer when he realizes why he was so obsessed with all of that ideas and fantasies. And maybe finally accepting himself for who he is, and that’s how he can finally be a better parent for Chris.

[yuanology]

Hey, i love your writing! Could you please write for

M!reader, a seemingly innocent guy, though appearances can be deceiving. Then there's Geto, who initially dropped subtle hints about having feelings for Reader. But frustration mounts as Geto's attempts go unnoticed, with Reader simply viewing their interactions as friendly. Eventually, Geto's patience wears thin, especially since Gojo and reader have been getting along well. As jealousy and frustration brew within Geto, he unknowingly directs it at reader through snarky and bratty comments. Reader, though patient, can only take so much. They finally snap, (Geto is surprised because reader is always so soft spoken and sweet) giving Geto a piece of their mind and putting him in his place.

Can i please be 👁️ anon?

welcome 👁️ anon! i forgot to actually write smut in this! so have a really long build-up and hopefully a part two in the future, holy shit. i am so sorry. (suguru's characterisation is also a bit weird here . i can't put a finger on it but my brain is not clicking rn. i am so sorry, 👁️ anon. i'll do better next time. please forgive me for this failure just this once.)

geto suguru was not an impatient man but you were an entirely different matter. you always had been.

there was something about you that drove your existence apart from all of the others— a steadiness in your presence, a constance in your friendship with him. you kept him grounded, an anchor and a light in the darkness that came with being a jujutsu sorcerer. had it not been for you, suguru thought he might have gone rogue so many times ago in the past.

"suguru."

ah, speak of the angel (yes, he knew that wasn't how the saying went, but you weren't the devil. how could you be, with your smile and your careful hands? you were an angel, sent from above to keep him from drowning), you slid into the seat next to him. as usual, you smiled at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you did, before you dug into your meal.

suguru let his gaze linger on you for a few short seconds before he turned his face to eat his meal, too.

lunch was a contented affair, filled with small talk and the occasional sound of your laughter. there was something domestic, suguru would like to think, about the way you stole his chicken and he snatched your meatballs in compensation. suguru could hardly think of a time he had ever been this comfortable with anyone but you. you had him lowering his guards without ever having to ask him at all, an inane talent he doubted you even noticed. but it was there, and you were a miracle worker that never failed to hold him through his worst and his best.

so, really, it shouldn't come as a surprise that suguru would have to share you with others, too.

specifically, one fucking annoying gojo satoru.

don't misunderstand him, he loved satoru. satoru was his best friend, his one and only, his steady companion. they had been through hell and back together, shoving each other to further heights and hauling one another out of the deepest pits. he cared for satoru, loved him in every way a man could love his best friend. suguru loved his friend.

but jesus christ, could satoru get on his nerves sometimes.

because the thing is. the thing is that satoru knew—he knew the way suguru looked at you, he knew the way suguru spoke about you, he knew the way suguru's heart beat and ached for you. satoru knew all about the depths of his affections for you, every single beautiful and ugly thing, because that was what you do with your best friend, right? you trust them.

backstabber, suguru thought bitterly, shoving a now-acrid tasting meatball into his mouth.

because there satoru was, his arms thrown around you in ways that suguru could never touch you, his jokes making you laugh in a way that left suguru feeling ripped between wanting to watch your smile and punch satoru in the face hard enough that he'd be bleeding for days for stealing that sight from you and leaving suguru nothing but the left-overs to pick after.

in spite of everything, suguru was hardly ever really envious of his best friend. yes, there were moments where he wished satoru would get off his high-horse and someone would knock some sense into him (and that responsibility, more often than not, fell on suguru's shoulders), but he was never really jealous of satoru. there was never a need for it, not when he knew the worst and the lows of being gojo satoru.

however, in that moment, watching satoru cling onto you and make you grin, suguru understood what it meant to truly be seething with jealousy. that should be me.

the rest of the day passed by in a hazy blur after that. suguru vaguely recollected leaving lunch early, reciting robotically that he had somewhere to be urgently and ignoring the knowing grin satoru shot his way or the downwards curl of your lips. he thought he might have given you the cold shoulder at some point or another, the words leaving his lips a little sharp and a little cruel, but he didn’t remember what he said. you might have recoiled, you might have not. suguru couldn’t remember.

(and he didn’t want to remember— he didn’t want to remember the way he had turned his face away when he heard the sound of your voice calling out his name. he didn’t want to remember the way his shoulders had knocked against yours a little too hard as you passed each other by in the hallways. he didn’t want to remember the way your face dropped when he took a seat on a table across the room from your usual one. he didn’t want to remember because if he did, then he would have to remember all the tiny ways he hurt you. papercuts still stung like a bitch, after all.)

then, one day became another, and another became a week, and a week became a month—

and the end of the month brought you.

a beautiful, brilliant, furious apparition of you—one that stormed up to him and, without warning or another word, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hauled him bodily after you. his feet dragged against the floor, his toes catching onto the heels of his own choes before he could struggle to right himself.

“what are you—” he began.

“shut up,” you interrupted him.

cleverly, suguru did.

he didn’t say a damn thing even as you slammed the door to your dormroom open, shoving him inside without another word. his lips parted in confusion when you began to lock the door behind you, but he still said nothing as you grabbed him by the wrist to direct him further into your room. he didn’t say a single word until you shoved him onto your bed, his back flat on the mattress.

“what?” he tried again.

“you’ll shut up and listen to me when i talk,” you said, your voice leaving no room for arguments. suddenly, you were looming over him, straddling his waist as your open palm pressed over his chest; right above his pounding heart. “do you understand?”

suguru swallowed thickly as he nodded. this was a side of you he hadn’t even known existed; rough and unafraid, your hands on him meant to firmly rule rather than to guide gently as you usually would. even in your anger, you had never been anything else but firm—steady and stubborn.

fuck, he thought wisely to himself. i'm in deep trouble.

but when your hand found the collar of his shirt, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt, he finds that he didn't mind it. not in the slightest.

because you had always been beautiful, but you were damningly ephemereal now, peering down at him with something burning carved into your irises; bold and brilliant, striking and inescapable. suguru had never felt so wonderfully trapped before, caught in your stare and unable to look away.

"satoru told me everything," you began, your assessing gaze never once leaving him. "i'm disappointed, suguru."

static clogged his head immediately, all thoughts clearing from his head into an unbearable haze. dirty little traitor. his throat felt tight, his heart stopping in his chest. excuses climbed up the back of his mouth, tasting like bile and the curses that he swallows, and every single little ugly thing that had ever crossed his mind. explanations defining his inner-most thoughts, apologies creasing into the space between his teeth. nothing came out, nothing but a strangled sound; caught between a whimper and a whine. weak, pathetic.

your head tilted at the noise, your gaze sharpening into something vicious. "you should have told me yourself," you said. "i never took you for a coward, suguru."

suguru couldn't help the weak, strangled thing that escaped his throat. he thought that it might have been a piece of his heart. "i'm sorry," he whispered, before he could think better of it.

the sigh that you let out was low, almost vicious in its nature. suguru hid his wince by turning his head, the side of his face half-buried into the sheets. before he could succeed, however, your hand caught his chin, forcing him to turn his gaze to meet your eyes once again.

"look at me when i'm talking to you, suguru." your voice sent a series of goosebumps rippling up his skin. he shuddered, trying to shake it off, but he couldn't when your grip on his face was firm. he still tried to nod a bit, wanting to appease you.

"i'm sorry," suguru rasped out once again.

"stop apologising."

all of a sudden, his forehead was flicked. the motion was so familiar in the face of such an unfamiliar circumstance that suguru couldn't help but blink, startled. for a moment, suguru couldn't think, couldn't do anything—much less suppress the faint smile that appeared on his lips. perhaps not much had changed after all. perhaps you could still have him as your friend, still care for him the way you cared for him before.

"so," he started slowly, "you're not angry at me?"

"i'm pissed at you," you told him bluntly.

before he could wilt, though, your grip on his chin became a gentle caress to his jaw, and suguru felt his whole world tilting upside down once again. your face was close to his, too close, and suguru felt like he couldn't breathe at the proximity.

"i am so, so angry at you, suguru. you should have told me everything sooner. i can't believe you made me wait so long just for this. all your attitude as of late, all your snark and sass, that was just a defence mechanism, wasn't it?" your voice was cutting as you picked apart his brain, dissecting all of his secret truths with all the precision of a surgeon's knife. "you got jealous—and instead of talking to me, you decided to push me away."

your voice was a low murmur, not meant to be anything seductive but still sending a sharp thrill up to suguru's monkey brain all the same. all he could think of was the curl of your smile—secretive, knowing, like you were in on some secret joke that he wasn't—and the way you were looking at him now—like a predator who had his hunt cornered—and how suguru couldn't do anything but take anything that you doled out.

fuck, that's so hot.

"i'm sorry," he said again, dutiful and polite.

and for a moment, simply a nanosecond, he caught a fissure in your exterior; that softness bleeding out for a moment before the cracks smoothened itself out. even so, that split-second was enough for suguru to realise oh. he's not actually angry at me. because all of this, he knew now, was part of the game that you were playing with him; a theatrical dramatic act to compensate for the weeks of silence you got from his end.

your head tilted slowly, dangerously, as if you're assessing him, and the newfound knowledge that you like were made a shiver run down his spine. because you wanted this, you wanted him too, even if you haven't said those words out loud. you craved him, and that single piece of knowledge was enough for suguru to feel like he was going to break himself apart and meld himself together until he fit all and every single one of your wishes; until he became perfect just for you.

suguru's smile was small, placating in the way he knew you hated it. "forgive me?" he asked, practically simpering.

you caught onto what he was trying to do—of course, you did, you always did—and you threw your head back in a sharp laugh. "i don't know, suguru." your smile was mean, dangerous, and suguru almost fainted on the spot. fuck. "do you think you deserve my forgiveness?"

all of suguru's bravado melted in that moment as he felt like a miserably delighted pile of limbs and bones and a beating heart that thumped and echoed and lived just for youyouyou. "no," he said, his voice coarse, rough with his own admission. his hand moved to rest on your knees, not reaching higher because he knew better than to touch you more at a time like this. he didn't deserve it yet. "but let me show you." let me deserve the taste of you, let me deserve to feel what it means to worship you.

your lips curled into a smirk, and suguru felt as if he was going to die right then and there. miraculously, he managed to stay alive just long enough to watch you crawl off of him, standing by the edge of the bed, your gaze still following him like you were going to eat him alive.

"hands and knees, suguru," you said. "you better earn it."

geto suguru was not an impatient man but in order to satisfy you, no time in the world was ever enough.

[septimus-heap]

ID: 2 digital sketches of septimus heap and mandy marwick. In the first drawing they are teenagers and in the second they are adults.

1: Septimus and Marwick sat next to each other. Septimus has Marwick's keeper's journal open on his lap and is pointing at something in it. Marwick is watching him with a smile. Septimus is wearing his green apprentice tunic and cloak, and his silver belt and brown boots. Marwick is wearing a dark brown cloak with a silver pin, beige shirt and brown trousers and boots.

2: Septimus and Marwick hugging. They both have their eyes closed and are smiling. Marwick is taller than Septimus and is wearing a plain tunic. Septimus is wearing his ExtraOrdinary Wizard robes.

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Commissions of sep and marwick from @vithcy who is INCREDIBLE and AMAZING and maybe a mind reader bc these r like. The greatest thing I've ever seen. Maybe a little silly to say they feel custom made for my tastes given I commissioned them but considering how vague I was in asking!!!! Literally that!!!!! Images specifically designed to make me scream and yell and eat rocks!!!

[kunikisss]

i offer you a johnny with a little ghoap in the corner (click for better quality pls😭😭)

i love him lots

[moonshere]

Played another *checks time* 6 hours of this game! More thoughts undercut cuz I am so obsessed

I think I figured out that Siffrin is from the country that got deleted? It only hit me after completing the daydreaming npc storyline with their missing sister! (Also, I stumbled onto the secret room with his origin completely accidentally! I’m glad that it confirmed my theory, but how in the world does someone go to it intentionally?!?)

it totally explains how his bad memory, forgetting common words and his aspirations and history, is all related to his deleted home!! Everytime he tries to remember, a little part of himself gets deleted. It explains how he himself is so unaware about his little habits (touch, muttering while carving, and breathing to calm down) while his friends manage to notice!

Also! While I knew that defeating the king wouldn’t be the end (saw in menu it said only act 2 so sidnidns) there was still nothing that set the mood more than getting memory of victory basically confirming more combat aidhsubsja, immediate feeling of dread regarding everyone’s happy mood!

Seriously, poor Siffrin! After looping again they are terrified, losing their sanity, and still refuse to confide in their friends?? AND IMMEDIATELY DECIDING TO CHECK IF THEIR FRIENDS NEEDED HELP AS SOON AS MIRA OFFERED TO HELP THEM?? The hypocrisy almost made me scream!!! (I do like the small details tho! The subtle change in their profile and menu pictures!! I just worry how much more it could change)

[celestair]

reader who, when revealed that megumi used to beat up delinquents, couldnt help but be surprised. "megumi? my megumi? sweet, kind, quiet megumi?" and ends up saying that out loud and getting teased so hard by nobara and yuuji they missed how hard megumi was blushing at that comment.

[pup-pee]

this is b4 theh confused their love or smth

[pewrri]

pspspsps.. come get your VoA weem content..

[girlyteengirl16]

how do i get the bad memories to stop replaying in my head

[thefandomcassandra]

[Image ID: Digital art of Sissel the cat. Ray is in front of him, casting his shadow on the brick wall behind him. Sissel's shadow looks like Yomiel. On his shadow's left shoulder is bright blue and white graffiti that looks like Temsik radiation. /.end ID]

[Image ID: A clean pencil sketch of Sissel the cat. Ray is in front of Sissel, who is casting a shadow that looks like Yomiel behind him. On his left shoulder is graffiti that looks like Temsik radiation. /.end ID]

[Image ID: A rough pencil sketch of Sissel the cat. Ray is in front of Sissel, who is casting a shadow that looks like Yomiel behind him. /.end ID]

I'm genuinely so hype to have finished this and, because I like looking at progress, I also kept pictures of every sketch and every step.

I love Ghost Trick? I only recently played the remake (or I played it when it came out anyway) and I fell in love. Good game. 10/10.

Anyway, chaboi love symbology and fucking hard to figure shit and I had Ideas. Plural. This is one of two pieces of art I wanted to do and, having done this one, I feel confident I can do the other.