#rest in pieces dude

[taylorshope]

Probably gonna get kicked out of the fandom for this lmao but I honestly don't hate Stan. He's entertaining 😭

[sunderwight]

Thinking about Black Widow Luo Binghe.

Hear me out -- so just like in canon, Shen Qingqiu self-destructs to save Luo Binghe, dies, and Luo Binghe steals his body to put on ice while he looks for methods to resurrect him. But unlike in canon, staving off decomposition is simply not that doable for a matter of years, even with cultivation and Luo Binghe pouring qi into the process. The qi costs are still high, so is Xin Mo, and now Binghe also needs a special artifact that can actually preserve Shen Qingqiu, but that runs on blood sacrifices.

To get the thing working, Luo Binghe feeds it a bunch of prisoners from the Water Prison. Then he starts kidnapping cultivators to drain for his own qi reserves, but that's difficult, controversial, and he can't use the same victims for the blood sacrifice afterwards. Frankly, between one thing and another it would be easier to satisfy Xin Mo with dual cultivation, and focus on finding victims for Shizun's Snow White style glass preservation coffin without having to choose between using targets for one or the other. Especially given that, if he finesses it, Luo Binghe can extend the use of his sacrifices and get more out of them with fewer deaths that way.

He's pretty sure that Shizun would want fewer deaths.

Of course, he is not a fan of the logistics of the plan itself, but he'd do worse things to one day be reunited. He consoles himself that he's building up bedroom experience for one day being with Shen Qingqiu, and that it doesn't really count because his heart's not really in it, and also if Shizun got to spend all that time in brothels then it's only fitting that Luo Binghe be his equal in this as well. It still doesn't make it pleasant for him, but it makes him able to tolerate the necessity of it.

So Luo Binghe ends up marrying a string of rich and powerful figures -- mostly the villainous single fathers and mothers and evil uncles of harem members from PIDW, rather than their daughters -- and coming up with creative ways of making all their deaths a few months into the process look like accidents. After the third one people are undeniably wary of marrying him, but there's always someone with a big enough ego to think they'll be an exception, or stupid enough to believe that it really has just been so much bad luck up to that point. It helps that the universe is predisposed to let him hit it.

When SY wakes up in the shroom body and hears about Luo Binghe's succession of marriages, he's not surprised. What he is surprised by is the bisexual graveyard of toxic dilfs and milfs that has replaced the harem.

What did he do to cause that?!

And what does Luo Binghe mean that he wants to marry his own shizun now? Is this his new method of revenge??? Binghe, you don't have to marry someone to kill them!

[dykealloy]

small aside but y'know how luffy's stupidity is usually met with physical abuse of some kind? anyway. here's law's worst in response to luffy being manipulated by his arch nemesis

[secondbeatsongs]

happy pride!

[mugentakeda]

cousin lu ten and his precious baby dragons

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 99

i have NEARLY finished the skirt for my ren faire fit i just gotta get a few finishing details added and also get the undershirt bleached (bc i got a bunch of makeup on it at last years fair and shit Stained) but THEN i can show yall the final fit!!

[beanghostprincess]

Trying hard not to make my Water 7 edit a Sanuso edit but y'know what I think I deserve to make clear that the way Sanji behaved during that scene is literally insane and I love him

[sunnibits]

artsy-feely rambling under the cut :) 🌻🧡

of course I can’t find the post now but a while back I posted about an artist I met on my trip to Italy who really moved me. he was an older gentleman selling paintings, and we had a very heartwarming conversation together in which I complimented his work, and just from the way I spoke about it he recognized me as a fellow artist. so, we sort of just bridged this gap of age and language as complete strangers as he explained his technique to me and we basically just nerded out about art together. it was just such a meaningful encounter to me in a way I can’t explain, and I bought one of his paintings so I would remember it, but it’s just been sitting packaged in my room for a while and I hadn’t put it up yet.

anyways, I just put it up in my dorm yesterday, and I wanted to finally post a picture of it because I had been meaning to show you guys for ages but never got around to it!!

this is the painting I purchased from him - it’s just one of his smaller ones because I couldn’t afford the big paintings, but I love it dearly and you can still see the technique that caught my eye in the first place, which was his use of neons!!

I’ve never seen anyone use neons like that before, and I just find it so fucking smart and fascinating, it’s such a simple thing but I think it’s fucking genius. usually I would say it would be hard to use neon paints in this particular style of traditional landscape painting without it looking cheap or out of place, but he uses them in juuuuust the right way to add this absolutely STUNNING light and warmth to his pieces!!!!!!

I took some closer detail pics to show you guys so you can see what I’m talking about; look at those messy little dabs of orange highlights on the flowers that make them look illuminated in the setting sun!! look at the hints of peachy neon in the sky to give that illusion of sunlight shining through the clouds!! the tiniest little touches of bright green and yellow on the trees to give the same effect!!!!!!!

it’s messy, and impressionistic, and imperfect, and so simple, but it comes together as such a vivid warm picture, and I’m fucking obsessed with it as a concept. I desperately wish I had taken pictures of his other art so I could show you just how fucking cool his larger pieces were, but at the very least I have this little reminder to keep with me :)

anyways, I fucking love art, I love being an artist, I love connecting with other artists regardless of age or culture or background or expression, and I think this dude’s paintings are fucking sick as hell and wanted to share it with everyone <3

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Dad of the year right here.

His kitten daughter being in danger activates his Papa Bear Fury.

(Apologies for the bad quality and the cutoff of the sound at the end, Tumblr insists on having them both no matter what I do)

[aquared]

ok here

my die troll concepr ughhhg punches wall

[a-s-levynn]

Don’t know if you’ve done something like this before, but maybe Vessel holding tiny Vessel in his hands and being shocked by how small he is? If not, just tiny II going like “👁👁” with those stunning blues of his <3 Love your art!

[unraysunshine]

I do love Sanji and Zoro's dynamic of fighting every time because its entertaining to see these very powerful men become squabbling adolescents fighting for the strangest things.

But I also love that both of them respect each other so much and seemingly think the same in some situations. Both are brash and hot-headed, impossible to deal with when their minds are set. Very alike but so different, in my opinion. However, some people like the power-scaling stuff so much that their whole thing gets hidden or denied (??) and turns into misconceptions about their characters, and their goals in their own stories, and going as far as to pitting them against each other.

They are besties!!! you won't take that out of my cold and dead hands but neither of them would be caught DEAD complementing each other.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I have a question about a blorbo form another Fandom and an idea I had fic wise and wanted to know if yiu had any clue how the recovery process of this potential injury is. Now, first and meot important thing is that Blorbo is canonically like... 5 times immortal and will not fir from the injury that WOULD kill anyone else.

Basically, it's a volcano eruption. On top of being immortal hell have a sort of energy shield of sorts surrounding him as he manually digs down to the crust of the mantle multiple times to try to redirect an impending eruption before it can cause eharm to his lived ones who are right in the path of the impending eruption by opening vents into the mantle so that the pressure buildup is not as severe.

So basicadunking himself in toxic, hot magma multiple times while Aldo being crushed by the earth itself. And the energy shield of sort is basically and extention of himself so just because he's he is shielded doesn't mean the injuries sustained to it done translate into his body in some form.

What sort of recover would you expect form soemthing like that? Probably the closest equivalent would be a toxic gas fire and being crushed by a building

lol oh boy umm I’m trying to imagine it. So prolonged close exposure to magma and being buried alive, basically? But he has a shield? But it’s not a shield?? 😅

I mean, if it doesn’t kill him he’d look like this:

Except maybe with broken bones too, because third degree burns are dead tissue and leathery and nasty but the nerve endings are dead too so what hurts is the edge of the wounds and not the burns themselves… but I imagine the bones would be brittle from being scorched through as well, so they’d probably break under the crushing strain.

Recovery, uhhhh…. Does he regenerate at all because there’s no recovering this dead tissue, it needs to be removed and replaced. Broken bones need to be set… assuming they have living cells to help them repair themselves.

Basically death would be the better option 😅

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday

tagged by @wikiangela whose car sex fic has me SAT

i started the heart attack fic for bthb, but i'm gonna keep that to myself until it's finished and posted because i’m very insecure lmao, so have a little bit of eddie vs the hoa

“You sound jealous.”  Eddie balks, insulted at the mere suggestion that he’s jealous of somebody as contemptuous as Abbie Jean Gentry. “I am not!” He snorts. “I have never in my thirty-two years of life—count ‘em, thirty-two—I have been shot and stuck beneath the ground and lost my wife and been to war, but I have never, ever been jealous of anybody, and especially not motherfucking—” “Could’ve fooled me,” Buck interrupts, elbowing him in the side and motioning with his head at the woman walking up to their stall. “Hi, Mrs. Gentry.”  Abbie Jean Gentry is a beautiful, chubby woman with long, curling black hair and big, light green eyes. Her voice is deep and her laugh is infectious and she pulls off heels just as well as sneakers; she commands any room she walks into and makes sure to shake the hands of every person she meets and does her best to help solve whatever problem she’s faced with.  She’s not a bad person.  Eddie can’t stand her.  “Hi, Buck.” She smiles, all straight white teeth, and Eddie remembers the two years he wore braces with disdain. His sisters were ruthless when they made fun of him. “How are you?”  “Enjoying all these sweet treats,” Buck says, laughing, and hands the last sugar cookie off to one of the little kids that were following Chris around earlier. “Looks like the sale’s going well.”  She nods, appraising the fish bowl full of paper bills and coins at the edge of their table. It’s not as full as hers—she’s probably so proud. “It’s going even better than I expected,” she agrees, judging their clutter of cupcakes and broken cookies. “Did you make these yourself, Buck?”  “Huh? Oh, no.” Buck grins, hooking his thumb toward Eddie. “Eddie helped.”  Abbie Jean Gentry blinks, feigning surprise. “Oh, Mr. Diaz.” She smiles, close-mouthed and thin. “I didn’t see you there.”  Funny. Eddie’s standing right next to Buck, near enough their shoulders are touching. One can’t notice and speak with Buck without noticing the other.  Eddie curls his lip up. “I’m sure you didn’t.”  Buck elbows Eddie again, hard enough to hurt this time. “You’ll have to excuse him,” he says, giving her his best grin and wow, his best friend is a suck up. “We stayed up late last night finishing the cookies and cupcakes, and he hasn’t had anything to eat today except sweets.” 

this fic accidentally turned into a whole thing so we’ll see where it goes

no pressure tagging: @disasterbuckdiaz, @thewolvesof1998, @wildlife4life, @alyxmastershipper because i saw you say something about sub eddie 👁️, @shitouttabuck, @eddiediaztho 💜, @diazblunt, @watchyourbuck, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @housewifebuck, and uh whoever else 🫶🏼

[dairyfreenugget]

I could count the amount of original stories of mine that don't have horror elements on one hand and idk what that says about me

[battleslippers]

okay look. I have clear favoritism to outsiders ff to anime ff for several (albeit possibly nonsensical, purely sentimental) reasons, but I will say this one jjk fic absolutely captivated me and I think if I wanted to I could fill pages with notes and tears. head in my hands absolutely life changing. I didn't even forget the title after months

I feel like I'm gushing incredibly hard over this but I truly do feel it's a wonderful look into toji's and megumi's characters and the events preceding the former's death. It undeniably solidified him as my favorite character

in short I desperately needed fushiguro content a few months ago and immediately got my heart and mind torn to shreds by this and NEVER forgot. 10/10 highly recommend!