#simpre

[kasunakuma]

Cora-San... 💔❤️‍🩹❤️

[conobarco]

cada vez que veo un post sobre america del sur y son cosas para gente del norte quiero responder "AND WHAT ABOUT MEEEEEEEE" pero no lo hago por respeto 😔

[snnowy]

More blasters 🥵🥵🥵

[belanova]

Lit tingo un poder sekrto con abla azi ndi me etinde necetas un xingo cnoshiminto de epanol meme (Yo) nunc mi cmbian aora kbrones

[dinotriple]

has your mom ever told you about a song your dad liked when they were young and you can just. picture your dad’s dumb face singing along to it because, of course he fucking loved this song

[technicallydecadentartisan]

Reseña Sucinta:  

Perspectiva: una novela divertida con personajes caóticos y despistados y todo muy queer.    Balance:  En Así que esto es un felices para siempre me encontré una parodia muy bien llevada. Le autore comienza la historia al final del viaje del héroe. Todo ha terminado, han vencido al malvado y al protagonista solo le queda declararle el amor a su mejor amigo. Siempre nos preguntamos ¿qué pasará después? este, por regla general, es un buen inicio para este tipo de relato. 

F.T. Lukens retoma los principales tópicos de la literatura épica para desdibujarlos y cuestionarlos: ¿no es muy joven el nuevo rey? ¿Acaso no es muy torpe? ¿Por qué no tiene los modales de la nobleza?  Y, como en una buena parodia no puede faltar: les personajes saben los clichés típicos y se preguntan si tal o cual cosa debería pasar de un modo adecuado. La base es muy buena.  

Los personajes son divertidísimos. Los roles están divididos desde el inicio y se llevan muy bien; además, se conocen de antes de que comiencen la novela y el lector entra un poco a contrapié o no, pues ¿cómo son los viajes contra el mal? Ya te lo digo yo: llenos de silencio. Así que también va de conocerse. 

El punto de inicio es dramático pues el elegido ha desatado una magia antigua: debe encontrar un alma gemela antes de cumplir los 18. Situación perfecta para jugar con todos los tópicos románticos al mismo tiempo que se mezclan con los deberes reales. 

El ritmo es ágil, sucediéndose un hecho catastrófico tras otro. No todo ocurre en tres días, sino en tres meses. Es algo relativamente pausado y juega con esto. Además, se construye con los valores morales de la actualidad, lo que rompe un poco ese aire de monarca paternal y taciturno. 

Lukens tiene bien pensado cómo construir la novela con esta base para crear una comedia romántica de fantasía con un estilo sencillo, desenfadado y muy cercano. Es sencillo, lógico, con sentido del humor y mucha diversidad queer.  

  Percepción final: me sorprendió muchísimo, porque esperaba una novela entretenida sin más, que me hiciera pasar un buen rato y ya. Pero me ha flipado el control de los tópicos, la parodia, el protagonista que es lo más torpe desastroso y alejado de la típica figura de protagonista de fantasía que funciona genial con todo. Necesito más de este autore.

[llauriet]

A veces pasa mucho tiempo. Y a veces creo que me olvido de las cosas, pero creo que jamás voy a poder superar ¡Un buen Diakko! Además de que ahora me las doy de peluquera e intento cortarles el pelo simpre que puedo 🤭

Dibujo sucio.

[kiwis16]

Day 3: Angst

Even if she is having a bad day, Diana will always try to treat Akko very well. But this time her reached his limit, and Akko understands it.

Día 3: Angustia

Aunque tenga un pésimo día, Diana simpre va a procurar tratar muy bien a Akko. Pero esta vez llegó a su límite, y Akko lo entiende.

@dianakko-week

[loopscereal]

Day 7: flowers/ flower language

Fred and roses!!!

Rosas, Rosas, Rosas. Amor, pasión, dedicación, respeto, valentía, perfección, belleza. símbolos simultáneos de lo delicado y lo duradero. Amor, Amor. Amar. Amar.

Estoy muy feliz con el boceto y siento que no pude capturar lo que quería, pero ya que + reference image..

uh gracias multi-shipper/dy/disprosio, gracias por organizar el evento, fue muy divertido ver como crecimos como artistas! y como simpre, gracias por hacer estos eventos que unen a la comunidad <3

[marlondracen]

Lol simpre que la veo me recuerda a una rana 🐸

Emmy!!!!!!

[rosazoldyckk]

-Yandere Hisoka X Kidnapped! Reader-

⚠️warning⚠️ mentions of Kidnapping, physical violence, bungee gum usage and overall abusive/violent behaviour. If any of subjects mentioned above make you uncomfortable in any way then please read with caution or skip. I do not promote any of this behaviour and if you or anyone else you know is going through something like this then please seek help and stay safe <3

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Character: Hisoka Morow

A/N: I’d like to give credits to @haikyuu-simpr for giving me inspiration for this fanfic and also recommending me bunch of amazing ideas and oneshots to use in the future! Thank you sm for sending me your brilliant ideas and I can’t wait to hear more of them!😊❤️

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The adrenaline rushing through your body was almost unbearable as you bounded down the gravel road leading from Hisoka's home. The rock dug into the soft soles of your bare feet yet the pain was a mere afterthought compared to the anxiety and stress you felt. You had calculated your escape for weeks now. Timing the footsteps from the room you were forced to share with Hisoka leading to the front door. Contemplating how fast you could unlock all of the locks on the door before you could slip out. Wondering how long you had until he realized you were gone.

It had been a painfully long while for him to let his guard down. It took you bearing the weight of the perfect darling that he wanted you to be. The little pet that he had been coaxing you into. You accepted his love and reciprocated. Of course he was skeptical at first and not much of your circumstance changed with our change of behavior, but slowly he would begin to let his guard down. He wasn't so adamant about locking the doors to the interior rooms as he first was, and he even let you spend time in some of them alone. He also started trusting you with small cutlery and glass cups instead of the childish plastic ones he provided you with originally. He became satisfied with his work; you being his little project. He became happy with the little darling that was at his disposal constantly. You became sweet and submission. He became sloppy.

Hisoka was a man of habit and one of his many was his strict bedtime. He went to bed so early and of course, he always had you in bed next to him with an arm draped over your waist. He slept pretty sound and hardly moved, keeping you locked firmly in his embrace. You began to make a routine of getting up in the night to use the bathroom. At first he would sit up alert in bed while you went to the bathroom, waiting for you to come back into his arms. As the nights went on though, it became less of an ordeal until he didn't wake up from it at all. That's when you had taken your chance.

You gently picked up the ring of keys that he kept in his beside table drawer, clutching them in your sweating hand so they wouldn't clink together.

'Okay now for the bedroom door' you had thought to yourself, talking yourself through the process so you wouldn't begin to panic.

You made your way over to bedroom door and slowly turned the knob, slowly pulling the door open just enough for you to slip through. Another hurdle cleared. Now for the big task.

You had watched Hisoka lock and unlock the locks attached to the front door for weeks now, memorizing what key went with which lock. Another deep breath. You inserted the first key and turned with a click. As you unlocked each lock you could feel the rush through your body. You were so close. As the last lock unlatched you gripped the handle and waited for a few seconds. You knew the moment that this door opened, the alarm would set off and you would have to make the most of the seconds head start that you had made for yourself. This entire plan was risky for you and you knew if you failed any chance of escape would be gone forever. However, if you succeeded you would finally be free from him.

Click.

This is how you got to where you were now. Running for your life down the gravel driveway and onto the main road as the house alarm blared behind you. It wouldn't be long now. You had to get away. To where you had no idea, but you were desperate. As you made it to the main road you prayed that a car would come by and maybe you could convince them to give you a ride into the city. But Hisoka was smart and had picked this home for a reason. It was secluded outside of the city and brushed up against the forest.

"Y/N!"

You shuddered at the rage behind his voice as he screamed for you. A small squeak escaped your voice and without thinking you bolted for the trees, running as hard as you could until you were panting in desperation for air. You could hear explosions in the distance as he called for you. His footsteps were so heavy, and you could hear the crunching of gravel.

boom boom boom more of his explosions set off in the distance, and you took this as the incentive to keep moving forward.

Soon enough you couldn't hear his footsteps or quirk explosions anymore, warranting an eerie quiet through the trees that you were walking through. It was so dark and the canopy blocked any moon light. You couldn't help but look behind you every once in awhile out of fear and paranoia. He couldn't have possibly given up so soon, you knew how Hisoka was.

What came into your view next sent a shudder into your body. 15 feet tall, and barbed with wire was a black wire fence that lined the trees. This couldn't be. You looked as far as you could down the tree line, looking for an opening or an ending point. Tears began to well in your eyes as you realized your escape route was a dead end.

"Quite inconvenient isn't it, darling?" A grating voice came out from around you, but before you could scream there came the powerful bungee gum only Hisoka could be able to create. The force knocked you over, and you felt a weight on your chest. Looking up you met similar dark amber eyes, although this time the rage within them took the breath from your already empty lungs. You didn't think you could speak even if you tried. A strong hand wrapped around your throat and your own two clawed at them.

"I never knew you could be so bold Y/N," Hisoka said with a sneer, "And that really upsets me!" he hissed as he moved his hands to pin yours above your head. You were a sobbing mess. It was all over and you knew it. You would never have an escape chance again. You were going to die in that house after a miserable life of being chained within it.

"Come on now, don't cry. I hate it when you cry , baby." he cooed under his breath, the anger still painted on his face.

"H-Hisoka! I'm sorr-"

"Ah ah ah" he cut you off. His teasing was earie as he wasn't yelling like he usually was. "That doesn't change what you've done now does it?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. You could only stare up at him from where you were on the ground, lip trembling and body in so much pain. In a quick movement he hoisted you up over his shoulder while his rough arms locked around your waist. His Bungee gum trying your wrists tightly together

You couldn't help but let a sob escape your body as you dangled there staring at Hisoka's ankles from where you dangled over his shoulder. You had from the forest line to house to grieve. Grieve for the freedom that could have been. Grieve a different opportunity that could have worked better. Grieve for yourself as you knew it, because soon enough that would be gone.

The sound of the door being swung open pulled you out of your own thoughts. You swung your head up once more to look at the outside world for the last time before it was obscured by the thick front door with a slam. Gone.

Once more you were dragged back into your shared bedroom, and dropped onto the bed. When you were able to sit up again, Hisoka was there staring down at his feet with furrowed eyes as he contemplated something.

"Hisoka..." you whimpered out. You wanted him to say something. Anything. This silence was killing you.

He let out a huff trying to control himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. Suddenly his amber eyes flashed up to look at you as he let out a hiss of frustration.

"Damn It, Y/N!" He exclaimed. You could see the pink glow of his bungee gum setting off in his palms. "If you had just let me take care of you it wouldn't have to come to this! I thought that by now you would have learned, darling." He grumbled as he stepped forwards and sat himself on the bed without decorum. You couldn't help but shy away. with a small whimper as he did so.

His hands suddenly struck out to with cobra-like speed and grabbed both our ankles. The sudden sensation of being dragged forward and knocked back to lay down made you scream in surprise and fear. His hands wrapped around the soles of your feet with an iron grip and you looked up to see his angry eyes once more. "Just remember, that you could have had it easy if you had just listened  to me and trusted in me, darling." Hisoka said gruffly, his eyes wide and glowing. "You brought this on your self. I have to do this to keep you safe."

"W-Wait! Hisoka-"

Your protest was interrupted with Hisoka's bungee gum suddenly wrapping around you, squeezing you do unbearably tight. The pain was unimaginable. Your body felt like it was being crushed, and that smell. What was that smell? Was it the bungee gum? And what was that noise? It sounded like someone was screaming.

It took you a few seconds to come out of the bungee gum to realize that it was in fact you who were screaming. Screaming in pain and agony at the pink pain that you felt on the bottoms of your feet. You tried to breath deeply and gently, hoping it would remedy the ferocious sting of your skin. Faintly you could hear the click of something lock into place. It was Hisoka. He had placed a bungee gum chain around one of your ankles. The one he had used when you were first captured and taken here.

Messy pink hair made its way into your watery line of vision. Hisoka was looking down at you, Amber eyes looking less angry than he was before. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he grabbed your chin firmly but not painfully, prompting you to look at him.

"I know it hurts, baby." His tone was so smooth for once, maybe even comforting to your current state of violent distress. "But I gotta make sure you are safe from any danger, even if that danger is yourself." He cooed, a hint of mockery escaping his lips, leaving another kiss before getting up to leave. For once you agreed with him. You should have never even thought you would be able to escape from here. You should have never tried to escape him.

[qbril]

ALASTOR 📻

Alastor, el demonio de la radio

En vida era un locutor que en su tiempo libre practicaba magia negra como el vudú y 4s3sinaba a personas fáciles de atrapar , y se hiso amigo de Husk , Nifty y Minzy para usarlos como cómplices de sus actos macabros. Murió de un balazo en la cabeza al ser perseguido por los padres de las víctimas que querían justicia , siendo perseguido y acorralado como una presa , después su cuerpo fue abandonado en el bosque.

Después cuando llegó al infierno en peso a cazar overlords y pecadores y burlarse de ellos en la radio ganado poder y respeto , cuando sus amigos también llegaron al infierno decidió capturar sus almas para conseguir mas poder.

Vox una ves le ofreció que se uniera a su grupo pero por sus formas de pensar causo un conflicto que terminó en rivalidad

Es el mejor amigo de Rosie

No tiene ningún interés por el Hazbin hotel solo quiere conseguir tratos faciles y estar a primera fila en el fracaso del Hazbin hotel ya que le divierte el fracaso

Odia la tecnología moderna y prefiere la antigüedad y lo rústico

Su decoración Serca del cuello es un parlante que le permite hablar y le proporciona ese filtro de estática

Simpre lleva un reloj de bolsillo de color dorado

Es alguien cuidadoso con sus palabras y planifica mucho su forma de actuar , evita ser impulsivo experto que crea que este ganando

Primeras verciones :

[acewitch-writes]

Hey! I'm actually the same as the last anon, Lol. Older shipper from the 2000s coming back and being unable to recognize the characters i loved in fics until I found your works.

I guess teenwolf and twilight really changed the general perception of werewolves in the younger fandom. Bc it was portrayed as a chronic illness, accompanied by chronic pain and side effects, not a personality in POA. As much as I am not a fan of the way Remus is portrayed in canon from HBP and on, I can see a grieving man under social pressure making horrible choices (and being written poorly). How did we get from a person who described himself as following James and Sirius and being unable to rule them in as a prefect, not as brilliant as them and just happy they were his friends, to alpha-boss-masc dude??? I loved my chronicly-ill, people pleaser and self-hating Remus. I don't recognize that generic oc who is discriminated against for having superpowers.

Same for Sirius. He is a stereotypical bad boy, motorcycle and leather jacket included. He was described as tall and large sooooo many times. He's textbook anti-authoritarian, especially considering that the motorcycle is illegal muggle tech and that he's literally run away from his abusive wizard-supremist family. He's described as brilliant by McGonagall even when she thinks he is a is a mass murderer. He's so self-assured that he held his sense of self for 12 years in Azkaban and broke out to save Harry from Peter. He's not perfect, but he isn't stupid, or simpring, or that manic pixie dream boy.

I missed wolfstar that showed that the broken bits they had matched, that they knew each other's ugly bits, and cared for each other anyway. Hell, even the parts where they suspected each other and didn't trust each other. Reading your writings helped me find that back, and I'm so grateful for it. Wolfstar was my first ship as a little baby shipper when POA came out.

Hi Anon! Thank you for coming back, you are SPOT ON. I have dedicated my blog to spreading the gospel of Canon Remus so that he may someday return to us (and hopefully he'll bring Canon Sirius back with him!)

It's always a relief to hear that I'm not the only one that feels this way. The Marauders fandom felt very lonely when I thought I was alone in my distaste for Fanon Remus.

[teddycicada]

En la novela, Azure Lion es la mascota del boddishatva Manjushri. Simpre he querido ver un dibujo de ellos juntos. Me pregunto como hubiera sido su dinamica si el hubiera existido en LMK. Ya que el lore de Azure es diferente en LMK

[camillefaglia]

Te he echado de menos! Qué triste el dash sin chongos!

ellos son mi pequeño y peludo granito de arena en este sitio, ojalá lleguen a acumularse hasta formar una playa.

como simpre todo mi amor, prima 🖤

[ella-superior]

El, simpre, siempre esta listo para ELLA, eso es su unico deber, en la nueva Era...