#short one this time

[captainuranium543]

Fairy tail headcanons nobody asked for part 3

For a place men aren't allowed, fairy hills seems to really hate enforcing that rule. Evergreen can regularly be found having movie night with the thunder legion, natsu and gray come over to train with erza once a week, bisca has had alzack over almost every night, nobody gaf tbh.

Cana straight up cannot play most card games, she's been cheating so long she doesn't even know the rules anymore just goes with what her magic tells her.

Erza is a real pain in the ass when she's sick. She can take such a ridiculous amount of damage and keep fighting but one cold and it's so over. She flip flops between insisting she's completely fine and being a pathetic Victorian child dying of the scarlet fever asking to be taken out to the garden to see the sun one last time.

Unironically they've had to get freed to put up jujitsu shiki to stop her from getting up so she could actually get some sleep

Natsu and lisanna used to play wolves I don't take criticism

Wendy is exceptionally good at pick pocketing and nobody knows where she got that skill. She can take things off while you're looking right at her and it's rly unnerving

Laki is the one always fixing the guild after fights and because of this she's actually one of the strongest maker wizards there are from the sheer practice.

Lucy has the most random knowledge. Growing up she spent a lot of time reading and would sometimes just pick a book and go without caring what it was about. She could tell you sooo much about the reproductive cycle of earth worms guys

Levy is extremely interested in magic just in general, as a science. Part of the reason she started using script magic was that it was rooted in almost all magic types.

[agerefandomrambles]

hii ! i seen your recent text post, and was wondering if you could do a byler drabble for me? :) like boyfriendlittle!will & dadacg!mike, but in season three! i don't really have a plot point, so i hope that's okay that you can just do whatever you want with it, thank you in advance!

Title: Little night

Word count: 291

Little! Will

Cg! Mike

Warnings: general trauma?? Idk

Plot: Mike comforts Little! Will after their fight

"I said FORGET it, Mike!" Will shouts before pushing past Lucas and running up the stairs.

Mike stands there, frozen for a moment as deja vu of the last time Will left alone runs through his head. He only takes a second before he runs up the stairs after him, taking them 2 at a time.

"Will come on. You can't leave, it's raining" Mike pleads with Will, desperation seeping into his town as he catches his boyfriend's arm.

Will turns around with his signature wide eyes and Mike lets out a soft "Oh" when he realises that he's little.

"Hi kiddo" Mike says softly, sinking to the floor with him when Will attaches to his shirt and promptly drops to the floor. "Wanna tell me whats going on buddy?" He prompts, gently carding through his hair.

"Changing. You and Lucas and Dustin don't wanna play with me anymore" Will mumbles into his chest. Mike's surprised by how articulate he is. Usually, when Will is little, he communicates by mumbling or pointing. Mike makes a note in the back of his head that Will isn't fully little yet, already speedrunning a plan to get his now-little boyfriend comfortable and soft.

"Aw, I know bubs. But we still wanna play with you. I'm sorry that we've been so busy." Mike apologises, still running his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, chuckling softly when Will keens into his touch. "Tell you what, how about we send Lucas home and I'll run you a bath, then I can make you some chicken nuggets and we'll watch Scooby doo and have a little night?"

Will just nods into his chest, having fully slipped. Mike just laughs softly again, easily gathering Will up and carrying him inside, eager to dote on him.

[foggyfanfic]

The House is In Danger

Chapter Preview: She had spent so many nights replaying this fight in her head, to the point that she knew if she really wanted to, she could probably pick it right back up and recite it from both sides if she so wished.

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Loop 2

Alma took a second to recognize the words, it took until the fog started to clear and she found herself standing once more in the courtyard, just like she had stood across from Mirabel. But instead of Mirabel standing in front of her looking righteous, her son stood there, looking so tired. So beaten down.

This time it took minutes for everything to fall apart.

She had been shouting, she could feel the sting of it in her throat. Alma remembered this argument, of course she did, her and Bruno had never been as close after this fight. She had spent so many nights replaying this fight in her head, to the point that she knew if she really wanted to, she could probably pick it right back up and recite it from both sides if she so wished. But she did not so wish, she let whatever she had been shouting die away. Instead Alma ran to Bruno, grabbing him, holding him as tightly as she could.

“Um? I feel like I missed something,” he said.

“Má! What are you doing?!” Pepa said, and thunder rolled.

Somewhere back there Dolores was still crying over the vision she had gotten from her Tío Bruno, the vision that had finally managed to put a rift between Pepa and Bruno. They had never gotten a clear answer out of Dolores what the vision was, and apparently the little girl had sworn Tío Bruno to secrecy.

And even though it only made everyone angrier at him, Bruno had kept the promise he had made Dolores. He had kept it until the day he died.

Alma had often wished she could go back to this argument and cut it short. She wished she had stopped yelling, stopped lecturing, stopped pushing. Stopped the words “you’d be dead to me” from coming out of her mouth, because Bruno had responded by chuckling bitterly and muttering, “I wish I was dead.” And Alma hadn’t heeded the warning that was.

“Bruno, mijo,” she breathed, barely keeping herself from crying all over him like she had just done to Mirabel, “you never have to do another vision, you never have to tell us what you saw for Dolores, please mijo, you never-. Just stay.”

“I-! What-?! But-, what?! What’s happening?” He spluttered, sounding so confused and almost frightened, “What about when the villagers-?”

She kept her eyes squeezed shut, chin resting on his shoulder even as she started to shake her head.

“No, no, forget the villagers.”

“B-but the miracle?”

She couldn’t help the hysteric laugh that came out of her throat, finally loosening her grip and opening her eyes, she examined him. Drank her son in. He was only thirty-nine, but he wasn't any younger than the last time she saw him. Not really. Not only was that night only a few months away, but the years had already settled onto Bruno with more weight than one man could carry.

Alma lifted her hand to gently cradle his cheek, he was too young to die and too old for his age.

Where had she been? Why hadn't she seen how miserable he was? The village. She had been spending so much time in the vision, helping whenever and how ever she could, she had barely spent any time with her son in his last five years. And for what? For the miracle to die despite everything Alma threw into it.

Wearily she said, “Forget the stupid miracle.”

“Má!” Bruno shouted. Meanwhile, everybody behind her gasped. She closed her eyes, feeling regret lance through her, then looked up at her window where the candle should have been burning. It was dark.

Alma sighed.

The wall exploded with cracks, and once again they spread too quickly for Abuela to do anything but clutch tightly to the person already in her arms. There was some pain. Then it was all gray.

Bruno was gone, once again. And already the memory she had just made of him was fading into something resembling a dream.

She sniffled, then squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her jaw against her grief. Minutes went by.

“Alright, so I can’t forsake the miracle,” Alma whispered, staring down at her empty arms, she took some deep breaths, “but there must be some way to save my family, to keep my home.”

Two seconds ticked past.

And then, “You’re a bad influence.”

[vulpinesaint]

quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕

[lazylittledragon]

dndads s1 you're so special to me

[stargirl230]

ghost of you

super quick Sua screencap redraw to celebrate the new video release - no I was not expecting it to be Like That and yes I was devastated

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather Previous / Next

[raphaerolo]

@codywanfirstkissbingo : Quick Kiss

If the landing at point rain arc didn't include obi-wan getting rather injured, this wouldve happened trust me

Bingo card under the cut

[number-2-greedling-fan]

honestly i couldn't be bothered to draw the father guy

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Learning to celebrate the little wins!

[spkyart]

Hello folks guess what I am reading

[casualavocados]

Rand al’Thor. In the glass columns you will walk the footsteps of your blood ancestors. Each step forward, a step backward through time. Sometimes dozens of years, sometimes hundreds. To lead is to know where you came from, to understand the blood in your veins.

THE WHEEL OF TIME 3.04 | The Road to the Spear

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[sharkylass]

ALRIGHT, I ASKED FOREVER AGO, BUT WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT MY ISA LOOPS AU??

Heads up this contains a lot, and I mean A LOT of spoilers for In Stars And Time. Including: = Act 6 spoilers, including main mystery and secret encounter = Minimal Act 5 stuff = And a bunch of extra stuff that happens through Act 3 and 4. SO BASICALLY ALMOST EVERYTHING, FINISH THIS GAME COMPLETELY BEFORE READING (ESPECIALLY THAT ACT 6 ENCOUNTER, IT WILL LITERALLY BE THE FIRST THING I MENTION UNDER THE CUT)

With all those warnings out of the way-

IN REPETITION AND CHANGE

Initial Concepts:

I feel it's important to show these sketches because they were the first ideas I ever had. I wasn't even entirely sure I wanted to make an AU at this point, I didn't even know how I'd approach it. But I started sketching and it's been on my mind since- SO! Isa is stuck in the timeloop. I know what his wish is and he DOES have a Loop equivalent! The grumpy dandelion guy is Roboro (it/they/he). Their name is a very small play on Ouroboros and they call Isa "Seedling". However, this post is not about them, as I'm gonna talk about it and Isa's dynamic in a separate post. In short, Isa is his normal loud self up until Act 3, right? They beat the King, they reach the end, and whoops, the loop isn't broken. So now, what happens is that Isa starts getting his brains out. He starts thinking more analytically and tries to problem solve.

The more stuck he gets in his head, the less he's able to perceive his friends as real people, and more like them holding him back. Because even if Isa explains that he's smart, that they shouldn't be surprised if he says something, shock of all shocks, reasonable- They'll forget it the next loop.

So Isa is stuck with trying to portray his confident, loud, supportive facade- Which is fine! It wouldn't be the first time! But it progressively gets more and more frustrating, as he tries to find answers and simply looses the energy to pretend to be stupid.

TL;DR: Isa in the timeloop, unlike Siffrin, becomes more distant and cold rather then something more akin to Sif's mania.

NOW, MORE ART!!!

KILL KILL KILL:

I imagine Isa didn't have this encounter the same way that Sif did. Yeah, frankly, Isa is pissed with the sadness- But that's not why he goes through with this.

In this moment, Isa is trying to kill two birds with one stone. He's trying to get through this quickly, as well as reassure Mira that they can do this! If he shows how strong he is, then she'll feel safe right???

Poor Isabeau forgot that whenever he shows that he thinks ahead, he scares people. How could he forget that? How could he forget that he's inherently---

Family Quest:

I still think Odile is the one to call out to him (same with sus quest).

The hangouts I'm still figuring out, cause I don't think they'd too similar to base game- But, fun fact, at the end of this run, everyone agrees to keep travel together!

Isabeau brings it up, can't hurt if you can fix your mistakes right? And everyone agrees. The relief on Siffrin is the most palpable thing Isabeau has ever seen.

In this moment they love you. In this moment they all love you. In this moment---

Death Screen:

He loops back anyways. (This is one of the initial concepts that I ended up animating. This line in particular is when he reaches the end)

Act 5 Tarot Card:

NOW TO SEE MORE OF HIS PASSIVE AGRESSIVE SIDE

Thanks to @the-bitter-ocean for prescribing tarot cards to Isa (THEY ALL FUCK SO HARD) and for the RAW ASS LINE

If interacted with in act 5, predictably, Isa tears it apart. He doesn't need the divine judgement upon him, he's faced everyone's perception his entire life.

However, he tears it methodically. Tears it once in even pieces, twice, three times, and one of the pieces once more. In a way he isn't even getting his emotions out, it's like he's actively trying to tear it apart so it stops nagging him, like he wants to shut it up. Though, the Judgement card symbolizes rebirth, absolution and inner calling. In Act 6 he'd be able to look at it and find comfort and confidence in the card.

Act 5 Mirror:

And lastly, I have the Act 5 mirror picture. I haven't quite figured out how to make the normal ones work yet, however, I couldn't let go of the idea that Isa would not want to be in the picture.

The idea of seeing himself at all makes his head hurt and his stomach squeeze. The memory haunts him as he stands to the side and says the word. He didn't think the mirror would catch him.

AAAAND THAT'S ALL THE ART STUFF FOR NOW!!

I still have quite a bit of it to post, especially about Roboro, but I'm gonna leave it here for now.

I still gotta figure out the hangouts and potentially the dagger equivalent- but I have ideas for Bad Touch, the glass equivalent, and some extra little things that didn't happen in Siffrin's loops.

I needed to yap about this, because I've been slowly stacking up ideas and writing and I needed to share it at some point- If anyone read all this and has questions and stuff I fully welcome 'em!!

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?