#pspspspsps all of u

[astrobei]

he’s very tired after his surprise party btw

[lorelune]

hello friends :3c

[peptodismaltruck]

who wants to read my noah centric character study of the gangsey

EDIT: She's done!!! Link in the reblogs <3

[lanternlightss]

genshin ,,, venti and rosaria interactions when

[godslayer-jones]

I met a woman who said I looked like her son today, I can't help but feel like I'm supposed to remember her, remember the man she was with..

She said her son and daughter both went MIA years ago, how they were just kids, farm hands..

She felt so familiar, yet so distant.

Her presence felt comforting and warm, motherly, even..

[abandonedtennisball]

Im having such shower woes. I broke the shower head. I tried to replace the shower head. I’m an idiot and didn’t purchase the right kind of shower head. I need to go return and repurchase a new shower head. All this while I’m mid hair mask

[zeroaddzero]

wait how is it possible that there aren't almost any (decent) bruce fics out there??? i've actually never thought of looking for them but now that i've found out there's a shortage i'm really tempted to write one myself, i keep making them up in my head anyways. i wish i'd been aware of this a couple of months ago when i was unemployed for six weeks and would've had an unlimited amount of time to write.

anon i am on my knees begging for a crumb of content

[arsenicflame]

1: A song you like with a color in the title, 9: A song that makes you happy, 11: A song that you never get tired of, 18: A song from the year that you were born, and 28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love?

iz <3333333 thank u so many options!!

1: A song you like with a color in the title

ooooh this one was hard- had me searching colours into my spotify library ;;; i went password:password in the end, their stuff is all so good n this track especially!

9: A song that makes you happy

honestly, all of Blue Foster's stuff is just. pure serotonin music to me- its so fun and bubbly and just. joy incarnate! i love it <3

11: A song that you never get tired of

ha, all of them??? seriously there are so many songs i NEVER skip, i could pick so many options for this but im gonna go with Doing The Right Thing - Daughter purely because i relistened to Not To Disappear recently and i forget how fucking good of an album it is every time- i love the other daughter albums too but. this one is special and DTRT hits me so hard every time (its also an exemplary example of Daughters handling of sound and noise. to me. fuck i love this song rhgjsd)

18: A song from the year that you were born

listen listen my options were sooooo limited here gjdfnkvdf theres barely any songs i could easily find from 2000 that i would actually put my name to Listening to (rather than just. radio music) so lets give baby edgey nyx a shout out here with this one <3 they had good taste this still slaps i wont lie

28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love

i mean- this is another one where its like. a lot of the music i like is because i like the singer?? buuut.

i already used my daughter credit here so im offering you Splinter - James Graham & Scott Hutchison (via The Fruit Tree Foundation) im a huge fan of James' voice, ive followed him through every project ive been able to find (out lines <3) but this one is stand out to me (alsooooo. edizzy song. to me)

MUSIC ASKS

[skxrbrand]

[8starring]

Where are all the cscoop watchers on here jeez I thought there was a lot of u……. pspspspsp come out you quee(r)(n)s

[leo-kinnie]

VOTE BETTERTWIN1

[sprinklepartyfall]

So, in light of this, and finding out Bloodmoon died apparently, the brainrot began, enjoy.

@o-i-w-u pspspspsps-

The trick board.

(Spirit/Monster?) Bloodmoon twins x Reader

[Insignificant Warnings: This is medium-long in length, I did not proofread this, it basically gets cut off as a cliffhanger at the end.]

In a far off timeline, the world was shattered. Chaos from the breakdown of the leaders and the cowardly actions of the followers. Luckily, you never liked people, so you were already pretty skilled at avoiding them, yay anti-social behavior-!

As a lone survivor, you learned pretty fast that most easy things were probably a trap made by other survivors. You had been currently walking around a store, sneaking around the people already there to grab supplies and go. That was before you heard them... talking to themselves? To air maybe?

Once you got a closer look, it seemed they'd been trying to use an ouija board... how someone could find one was a mystery, and why they would keep it was beyond you. But it was funny that they tried, and quite clearly failed to talk to whatever ghost or demon they were trying to find.

You stuck around, mostly since they were arguing and, well, it was over something stupid and you needed entertainment. That was when you got one idea, it only seemed to be three people... so you stole the ouija board while they were distracted, causing quite the fright when they noticed. Chaos was one thing that would never leave the broken world you lived in, and that was somehow a small comfort for you.

You'd left the building, walking through the shadows with your newly acquired item as the yelling of panic fades behind you. Was it mean? Yes. But was it funny? Hell yeah. The board, along with its little planchette, was under your arm.

You walked to an abandoned park nearby, climbing up a tree burgrudgingly so you wouldn't be spotted, and set the board down. You didn't expect it to work, so you didn't bother trying, unlike the probable ghost that made it quite clear it wanted to talk. You nearly fell out of the tree when you saw it start moving, firstly because that was definitely not just the wind, and Secondly because that's not how it worked...

The piece went to the 'hello' area showing this was happening whether you wanted it to or not, you did not get a say in this. But of course, after a couple minutes of stunned silence, the spirit spoke again; 'R-E-S-P-O-N-D–T-O–U-S' that wasn't comforting, that wasn't comforting at all, there were MULTIPLE.

"...Hi..." You mumbled out warily, panicking a lot more internally than externally. 'H-E-L-L-O' The spirit spelled out, even though there was a spot that already said hello- 'Y-O-U–L-I-V-E' The spirit pointed out, making you tense even more, maybe you were just insane? That would probably be... worse actually... "I am." You responded hesitantly, glancing around to make sure you weren't about to die some cruel death.

'W-H-Y–T-E-N-S-E' oh gee, you wonder why, it totally isn't the fact you're probably haunted or cursed now. "No reason." You stated simply, because you aren't going to be a jerk, that would be rude. "Who are you?" Your tone was polite although with a hint of anxiety, which was probably not fine. Most people would run from this... in fact, you would have been too, if it weren't for the fact you were in a tree, and would probably just lay there in defeat if you fell.

'B-L-O-O-D-M-O-O-N' You had to pause at that name, it wasn't common at all and definitely didn't scream "I'm friendly!" But you were probably stuck with it in some way now. "...nice to meet you." You responded politely, how else were you supposed to react to this? You were an anxious introvert and this was a potentially bloodthirsty ghost, not a great combination.

'Y-O-U–S-M-A-L-L' they pointed out, in which you weren't actually THAT small... so how tall was this ghost?? Apparently, much taller than you. "Okay... why are you... talking to me?" You asked, ignoring the strange spirits words. 'Y-O-U–L-O-O-K–F-R-A-G-I-L-E' the spirit responded, a sudden chill running down your spine as it spoke. "...is that a good thing to you?" You responded sheepishly, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. Instead of an answer, however, the planchette was thrown at your head, hitting the tree behind you. A few small bits of bark fell from the trees trunk, and you felt so thankful that you tilted your head out of its way.

"Nope, nope, nope, nope-" You started repeating as you moved to get up, you were ready to climb down and run now, but that was before you were grabbed by something... maybe someone.

You yelped, yet it was muffled by a cold hand over your mouth, another wrapped around your waist as you were pulled into the tree. Your eyes wideneding before shutting completely, a dizzy feeling overwhelming your senses as you were taken away.

Once you had regained your senses, finally opening your eyes, you were met with a void and... a face strangely close to you. You flinched back, now noticing the feeling of someone holding you from behind as they had chuckled at your feared reaction. "Other, they are finally awake." The one in your face stated with a grin.

It seemed like it was themed after the moon, yet showed no sign of silver aside from the silver star on its chest... it had various shades of red adoring its large form. It was a good four, maybe five feet taller than you and god was it intimidating. It looked like some sort of beast, claws, sharp teeth bared in that eerie grin it showed you. It looked... scaly in a way, its skin looked rough with the fading scars along its chest, arms, and left hip. It wore some sort of navy blue robe of sorts, yet it didn't cover much of its appearance like most would, more so just... kept it warm, maybe?

"Indeed other! It seems they survived!" The one that held you, or 'other'? Spoke, its excitement clear. its appearance quiet similar to the other creatures, the only differences being its star was gold, it had less scars, and it felt a bit fuzzy...

"They seem confused." 'Brother' spoke, its voice holding clear amusement as it held your chin up. "Yes, but I like them like this." 'Other' stated mischievously, squeezing your form in its grip, earning a slight squeak from you. "W-where am I‽" you blurted out, finally choking out the words stuck in your throat.

"In a void." 'Brother' stated bluntly, its grin widening slyly as it looked you up and down. "But- no- why-" You stammered, trying to lean away from both of them, but you couldn't move much... you were trapped with them. "Relax, little human! We won't hurt you, much~" 'Other' teased, pressing you further into it with a smug expression. "I-I can't stay here! I need to go back!" You exclaimed, trying desperately to reason with them, but it only earned chuckles of amusement. "No, no. You can' leave..." 'Brother' trailed off, both their grips on you tightening possessively...

"You're ours now, human."

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[Oh my god, I contemplated giving up like three times while writing this. This is what happens when I get a prompt and make it up as I go. My notes app says this is like nine pages long too.]

[lottiescrown]

pspspspsps

this but jason pookie bear

in exchange ill write fluff for u [character and scenario of ur entire choice]

Idiots in Love

pairing; Jason Todd x gn!reader

summary; Jason's siblings had enough, they just couldn't stand the pining anymore, so they devised a plan.

warnings; none?

notes; tee hee i hope i wrote everyone in character please let me know! also tumblr works on a reblog system so if you like my work please reblog!!

word count; 1.2k

prompt

Jason sat across from Cass, who was sprawled out on the couch in front of him. "Jay, you like them!" Steph exclaims, who sat underneath Cass's legs. Jason's face turned red and his eyebrows set in a hard look.

"I do not! They are just a friend, Steph! Y/N is just a friend to me!" He repeats, but it sounds like he's only repeating it to himself.

Dick snorted from the chair next to the couch, throwing a piece of popcorn at Jason. "Yeah and the sky is green," Cass nodded from her seat agreeing with Dick, pausing the movie they were watching.  The siblings turned to Jason, all with matching smirks on their face. Duke held a sweet smile on his face, before his brown eyes lit up like he had an idea. He walked up to Steph and Cass, whispering in the blonde's ear who then told Cass, Duke then walked over to Dick, quickly whispering while Dick's smirk grew wider, directly staring at Jason.

While Jason wasn't looking at the girls, Steph texted you quickly telling you to come to the manor. You responded fast, telling her you were on your way. You briefly wondered what was wrong but decided it didn't really matter why. Cass giggled quietly as she watched the whole interaction.

Jason's focus was on his brothers, trying to decipher what he should do, on one hand he was comfortable underneath the blanket and in the chair but on the other, he felt like tackling his brothers and making them tell him their plan. With a look like that on Dick's face, nothing was planned to be good. Duke spoke up from besides Dick, almost laughing as he spoke, "Jay, the way you talk about them gives us the impression you want to eat them whole,"

Jason's face turned red, he sputters before throwing popcorn at the two of them. "Not true!" Dick snorted from his chair, before getting up and stretching almost like a cat. Jason rolled his eyes, realizing there was no way they'd finish the movie they started. He stayed in his chair, staring down the girls, trying to see if they'd crack and tell him what was going on.

For the next ten minutes him and Cass stared down at each other while Steph watched from the side. The doorbell rang and Cassandra looked away from Jason to jump from the couch and run to the door, trying to beat Alfred there. You were just standing there in front of the door, wondering what was taking so long. Currently Jason was chasing Cass, almost tackling her to the ground. And he did, but right as Alfred opened the door for you. "Hello, Mx. L/N, wonderful to see you, if you'd excuse me," Alfred greets, before looking down at the siblings on the floor and the rest of them standing behind the two.

"Children please, don't destroy anything in your shenanigans, and please treat our guest kindly," He says before walking off. Jason quickly scrambles off of Cass, brushing his pants off before spinning around to glare at his siblings and then spinning back around to smile at you, almost like a love sick dog. It was sweet, though his siblings disagreed, you were about as thick as a wall, so anything he did you’d interpret as platonic. “Hi! N/N, why are you here?” He asks, subtly standing straighter as he finally looks you over. You were beautiful, even if you didn’t think so, he believed that Aphrodite herself couldn’t even compare to you. Nothing in the world was more precious than you, you were like air to him. He needed you to breathe. You smiled sweetly at him as you took a step into the Manor, you put your coat on the rack before looking at the siblings with a confused look. 

“Would any of you like to tell me why Steph texted me like it was urgent I come here?” You ask, trying to understand the situation. Dick looked to his siblings who were in on the plan before he grabbed your hand and led you over to a random room. Jason tagged along, not trusting Dick. He walked into the room with you, like he was going to protect you from whatever plan his siblings had for you. Unfortunately for him, that was exactly their plan, they all knew him well enough to know he’d go in there with you. Before he knew it his siblings were out of the room and had locked the door. He was stuck in there with you. The person he was in love with. Jason thought this was the end of the world for him, you didn’t like him and now you were stuck in here with him!

You banged on the door, shouting, “Guys! Guys! This isn’t funny, c’mon you know of my—” You clamp a hand over your mouth before you say too much. What Jason didn’t know was that you were deeply in love with him as well. Everyone else around you knew that the two of you were in love with each other. Tim spoke from a TV that was in the room, something he hacked into to help with the plan, “Listen up you shitheads, you guys both like each other and frankly it’s embarrassing watching you two tiptoe around each other so either confess or you’re stuck in here,” The TV cuts out and he’s gone, just you and Jason alone. You sigh and turn away from Jason, twiddling your fingers. “Jay, I have no idea what they’re talking about!” You exclaim, laughing nervously.

He laughs with you, hurt in his eyes, “Yeah, they’re fucking clueless, I have no idea what they mean,” He grunts, the shield he never keeps up around you going up. It hurt, but he knew there was no way you’d like him, he was too damaged. He gets up from the chair he sat in and started banging on the door, begging anyone to let you both out. “Guys! When I get out of here I am so gonna beat all of your asses!” He kicks the door in frustration, running his hand through his hair. You walked up to him, softly placing your hand on his shoulder. His body leans into you and he turns around placing his head on your shoulder.

“Jason Peter Todd, I love you with my whole heart,” You murmur, the words flowing out of your mouth like a waterfall you couldn’t stop. He abruptly removed his head from your shoulder, giving you a wide eyed look. You returned the look, almost panicking, you couldn’t believe you said that out loud.

“Y/N L/N I love you to the moon and back, I always have. I have been in love with you since the day I met you,” He whispers, your eyes light up and excitedly, you go up to give him a kiss. Your lips touch in an excitement like all of the yearning you two did all came rushing in all at once. You both separate, foreheads touching as your chests move up and down quickly.  

[windienine]

(inviting u in like a vampire) pspspspsps victor. talk abt loïc and ysme more. tell me howd youd build them in chuubos.

hihihi!!!

luckily there's already a really clear nobilis analogue for what's going on with loïc, and that's the cleave of the botanists, a group of mortals (largely ones already chained to the service of particular divinities) who are able to draw on divine power by harnessing the innate magic imbued within flower species using conversation.

this means that loïc is comically easy to port to a nobilis framework

if we're building on that, porting him to chuubo's means he's got several levels in the Sentimental attribute.

some deets:

he's generally using flower magic as a magical skill, but some of the big casts are miraculous-level applications (i.e. chained spells) that he's invoking The Shepherd's Gift to harness in such a way where it moves the plot and shifts reality.

ysmé and lia are both his capital-t Treasures. other Treasures include flowers that tie in closely to them and the themes of the current chapter.

ysmé is his main source of divine willpower for Miraculous Ease, he gets to access his pool of extra will by taking actions in her name.

the cloud sage gives him access to sentimental's a waking dream ability, which allows you to contact someone or something dear to you across any distance.

^ thing he does

ysmé's conditional immortality might be framed as an application of The Shepherd's Blessing as well.

the Thing He Does At The End Of The Prelude is, of course, a Wish.

I'm excited for him to get weird and violent with it.

ysmé's a little trickier because we don't have the full shape of what she can do now in her weird half-state between dead and alive, mortal and goddess, etc. so i don't honestly know what arc she's on for certain (especially bc artisanry is also probably a magical skill for her)

but i am taking a plunge and saying my bestest bet is on Creature of Delirium, that pretty little arc that lets you reshape yourself, others, and fate itself.

the thing she extracts from people to gain power is faith. appropriately, she doesn't have faith in anyone but herself. loïc, as her witness, submitted/transferred all of his faith to her by binding agreement, so he's basically her magical peon now (though since he has Sentimental and her down as a Treasure it appropriately kind of goes both ways.)

this is kind of nothing but the power to command and captivate a whole group of people at once is literally called

Command would be appropriate for that Thing She Can Do to loïc

this.

^ god i hope she can do this

using Wield would let her be able to direct Loïc's miracles in new ways and turn him into an appropriate champion for her will, i.e. siccing him on people she doesn't like

the appearance-changing powers included in the latest writeups fit her abilities to a T and give them some narrative oomph

it's posssssible she's on a dual arc and might also have something like Star Quality or Troubled but i don't know enough to be absolutely sure.

thank you for opening the floodgates, seren

[frowningfox]

pspspspsps can u tell us more about uncle jiba because i really like your art of him he's such a Guy

😭I thought nobody liked Uncle, I thought I scared everyone away with him being??? idk being very visibly disabled and also happening to not be particularly skinny. he's my least interacted with art

Lil mini pic of Uncle for people before I ramble

[BIG INHALE] Let's start with his NAME. Jiba comes from J'ba, an underelven masculine title for a close family figure with a mostly friendly relationship with the speaker. Often translated as "uncle" even though dairau(darkelves/drow) don't really keep track of blood relations like that.

The street urchin children, largely the disenfranchised and displaced people like those who would speak underelven, took a shining to him and dubbed him their J'ba. Which he then took as his name because he left his at home*. Add Uncle to the front of it and he's essentially going by "Uncle Uncle". Now WHY they took a shining to him.

He is a conman and trickster magician. (Mechanically in DnD he started out as Monk with the Charlatan background and a feat that gave him some tricks.) He regularly steals from people and will often share his spoils with the street kids.

*He ran away from home because well... he's running from the burden of being "the chosen one". Every so often someone from his species(the Corarenke,/Korinki) is born as an Avatar of their god, a fey Wind God named Kotengu. Jiba was ever so lucky to be born as this Avatar and he HATED it. All the expectation and decorum and everything about it, he hated it. That thing on his chest? Natural fur pattern, baby! A permanent natural tattoo reminding him of his chosen-ness.

He yearned for being just a Guy. So he ran away and left everything behind except for his crow familiar, who was yet another avatar of Kotengu, one meant to be his spiritual guide.

Now, at this point he still had his arms. Which were also wings. (Coraranke have feathered wing arms that fold up kind of like a pterodactyl's). The amputation was a later in life development and one he is still learning to adjust to. Coraranke wing arms are very important to their mobility and spirituality, he can still manipulate things with his monkey feet and tail so it is functionally a lot more like a real life double leg amputation than a real life double arm amputation.

But I supposed how he lost his arms is an important character moment.

So you know how I said he was a conman and a trickster? Well he uh. Conned the wrong person, a higher up in a very influential gang, a rookie mistake, but he was... unfamiliar with the city and its politics. They put one of their hitmen after him and when wrangled he begged, pleaded, and bargained for all he was worth, and the hitman settled for taking his wings as trophies in stead of his life, and leaving him to die.

Luckily Kotengu the Crow was not about to let his charge die in a back alley and croaked out some words to get a passerby to follow him down the not at all creepy dangerous alleyway(that man would not have survived a horror movie... following a talking crow into a back alley in gang violence central smh), and he was carted away to a local monastery that took care of his wounds, nursed him back to health and attempted to rehabilitate him.

He very much wants to steal from the monastery but is conflicted because they took such good care of him

[collapses into a heap of bones and dust]

[reanimates]

Oh also the character concept came about from a joke about "unarmed attacks" and I decided to take it Too Seriously and explore an amputation disability and its impacts on a hero's life in the world we play dnd in.

Okay bye

[returns to dust]

[juniperhillpatient]

tagged by the wonderful @missjessefantastico (her post is HERE) (thank u, friend!)

Rules - In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like.)

Maybe Ghostface was right, and Katara was a final girl – and maybe, that made her a worthy opponent for this sick fuck. What was a final girl if not a broken, bloody fragment of a person clawing and fighting for survival against all odds and fucking winning? What did badass women like Laurie Strode, Sienna Shaw, Sally Hardesty, and Beth Salinger have in common? They lost everything – everyone – they were physically and mentally beaten down and broken past any reasonable limits. And still, they walked away, blood-soaked in carnage, traumatized and bleeding, but alive. They fucking survived, and Katara was going to too. She was running on sheer willpower, raw like an open wound, and fought for with every ounce of her being. And she was stronger than this sicko.

I may have taken "last line" & interpreted it last paragraph, but I really like this paragraph as a cohesive thought & didn't wanna parce one line from it ok lol

but pst - go read my atla scream au! pspspspsps

Also absolutely not tagging however many people that is! I'm soo bad at this stuff. Please, if you write & you see this post - consider yourself tagged! Yes, you, reading this, even if we don't interact - you're tagged!