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[uriayx]

does tumblr fuck with self insert aus

(I believe both picrews have their respective watermarks? Naylissah and crowesn <3)

AU rundown:

i took. the concept of red going up to mt silver. and gave it to Steven so after Mike's death, Steven was so stuck in grief that he deemed himself unfit to live among people as a monster, so he went up to Mt Silver to hide away from everybody and try and stuff snow in his wounds in a figurative sense ykyk. he finds an abandoned research station from the 50s when Kanto was trying to figure out why Mt Silver is so fucked up and was eventually abandoned. and whenever people die after that in the years that follow, he gives them a burial that Mike never got to have. And eventually, when Red joins him, he's the one who coaxes him back down to rehab, because he didn't want a kid who was falling down the same path he saw in himself ending up here as some urban legend, too.

There is also Ghost Mike!! He's not hostile, he just watches Steven to make sure his older brother is forgiving himself for what he did. Hes not!! <3 Steven also sometimes sees Mike but he usually chalks it up to needing more food or sleep

also the self indulgent part involves the irl sona I stuff in there going up to the mountain pre-Red going up there and just kinda. going in the abandoned shelter once Steven finds them almost dying of frostbite

[wolfythewitch]

She said to me child I’m afraid for your soul

[artsymeeshee]

The magic 8-ball

[demaparbat-hp]

The Perfect Prince

[persicipen]

₊ ˙ ⊹ .

[kymsys]

'It was late spring, the first time all year that the sunshine had any real strength behind it. Satoru was wittering on about something inane as always — Tentomon or something equally ridiculous.

There was nothing special about the moment. Not really. Except for the fact that Satoru had shrugged off his jacket in the heat. It was draped around his shoulders just so, exposing the long column of his throat, pale after a long winter. Really, there was nothing special about the moment. But when Suguru looked at the boy silhouetted against the spring sky, bright and blue and boundless and beautiful — just like his eyes, Suguru thought — his heart skipped a beat all the same. With all the sight afforded to him, Satoru never missed a thing. So it was risky, what Suguru did. Later, when he was looking at his new phone wallpaper under the cover of darkness, grinning like an idiot, he'd wonder how he ever got away with it. Yet, if Suguru's yearning to capture that perfectly ordinary moment forever was stronger than all reason, perhaps it was stronger than the Six Eyes, too. After all, not even Satoru could stop time.' - by my beloved @fushiglow ♥

(( also glo says: FUN FACT! Tentomon is voiced by Suguru's VA — ergo it's Satoru's favourite Digimon, obviously )) ---------------------------------------------------------

freshly added headcanons: • gojo at some point randomly barged into sugurus room and put glowy stickers all over his ceiling • suguru has gojo as his phone wallpaper, but keeps it a secret • suguru is a hamasaki ayumi fan • the cinnamoroll phone charm is from gojo who spent almost an eternity getting that out of a gatcha machine for him • they were happy

[atanerrum]

nico got me struggling at 5am

[diamondzart]

Two goofy ahh muppets cuddling

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Dungeon Meshi crew 'leap' into action!

[uriayx]

GABRIEL DANIELS X AMON - FLUFF

I couldn't sleep so hard that I finally wrote something

“You should have been sleeping an hour ago.”

That’s most of what Gabriel tends to hear at this hour. Of what I tend to hear from him, actually, but in all technicality, I don’t need sleep. I just…get bored, from time to time, and sleep whenever I’m bored and Gabby needs his rest. But tonight, I guess something changed. Maybe he had a bad dream, maybe he had been up all night. But I found him scrolling his phone, at 4am in the morning.

“I know,” I heard him mumble, flipping over so he could plug in his phone. His hair was all tangled, and his body trembled slightly with every movement, I noticed. His face was pale, and his eyes kept darting around anxiously, as if waiting for something to happen. “I just…”

“You just what? You keep doing this, and then never telling me what’s wrong.” I had donned the human form for this specific interaction- while sometimes the true form was a comfort to him, tonight it was not. I sat on the end of his bed, wondering if I can just crawl in and hug him, try and make it all better. But something stopped me, for some reason I still won’t or can’t explain.

Gabriel didn’t answer my question, by the way- rude. He turned over, trying to just ignore me, maybe head back to sleep. I sat closer to him and peeked over at his face.

…oh. That’s why he was shaking. He was crying.

There are only a few times where I’ve seen Gabe cry. I know he cries a lot- just never around me, because it makes him feel…weak, I guess? I’ve seen him cry during sermons, and I’ve seen him cry over Kayden’s future, and I’ve seen him cry over Jane’s passing. But never over just some silly nightmare. I saw the tears that stained his face and gently wiped them away.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need or what’s wrong,” I said quietly after a moment that was far too silent. Gabriel looked up at me and managed to sit up, flopping against my shoulder and just starting to sob his small heart out. I sighed and adjusted so I could lie next to him, keeping inky black waves of unkept and tangled hair out of his face and in my hands. I’d studied the way he comforted people- for my own gain, of course, for the simple need to manipulate. I would never be seen actually trying to comfort mortal scum…

Such a…gorgeous, broken, perfect mortal scum. He only managed to stop sobbing after a few moments of my silence and gentle fingers through his hair, and he didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Amon?” He whispered after those moments, like a desperate prayer. I made a hum, so he knew I was paying attention. “How come you decide to stay with me?”

“What do you mean?”

“The hell do you mean, what do I mean?” Gabriel sat up, seeming like he was feeling a cold and empty sense of rage that only came from grieving and thinking for far too long this late at night. “I’m everything you should stand against- a priest, a man of God, somebody who takes too much and knows too little. You should despise me, shouldn’t you? I’m not anything compared to you, in your prowess, your powers, your form, your-”

I pulled him back down and stopped those words with gentle kisses- not just on his lips, on his face and down his jaw, too. Nothing explicitly sexual- even I know sometimes it’s just not the time. “Shh.” I said gently. “How about we just not think for a couple minutes while you try to go back to sleep, yeah?” All I felt was a quiet nod, and spindly arms wrapped around what would be my waist in this human form, calloused and scarred hands resting on my back- scarred from too many thoughts, too many prayers.

I kissed the top of his head, thinking to myself. It was quiet in here…much too quiet. No wonder he had nightmares in this environment. And no wonder I had to use that spell so much just to get him to sleep… “How come you don’t have a nightlight in here or something? No wonder you get nightmares, you’ve got phobias that the dark doesn’t help,” I say quietly, trying to sound soothing. It’s surprisingly easy, considering I just had to copy Gabe’s tone that he takes when talking to disciples.

“Childish,” I heard him mutter.

“It’s not childish to need comfort.”

“And why do you care so much?”

I don’t answer, because I don’t know. I don’t know why I care so much, why I hold him tighter every time he sniffles, or why I kiss his head and muss with his hair when he’s feeling hard on himself. I don’t feel these things, so why should I care if some stupid human with pretty eyes and a tired smile does? What does it matter to me?

…it matters a lot to me, I realized. And it’s starting to piss me off.

Gabriel is asleep now. I’m writing this so that he knows and remembers that this happened, and so I remember what happened, and what I say to him. I was thinking about the question from before- why does it matter to me?

I’m a demon, a servant of Asmodeus. I don’t need some human with kind hands to guide me on some “right path.” My path is set, or that’s what I’ve been told.

But you, Gabby. You’re the one who made me reconsider. You’re the one who made me want to care for people, care for you, and your stupid destructive habits. You’re the one who made me feel somehow more indescribably human and warm inside every time you do something to help others. You’re the entire reason I’ve remained in this realm of existence, and I think you will forever be that reason.

I know what you’ve been thinking lately, Gabriel. And I know you’re not reading all this, because by the time you see it you’re probably groggy and will tell yourself that you’ll read it later, and then put it in a drawer never to be seen again. But I think I really do need you, in no way that Asmodeus taught me. I want to be the reason that you smile for once in your pathetic little life.

I think I’m in love with you. And I hope to any God willing to listen to the failure of a demon who has lost its purpose that you remember that the rest of your days.

-Amon. 🖤

[crowned-corvidae]

Still feel robbed of Hunter staying at the Owl House :( I'd literally spend so much money to even get concept art of the idea waaaa

[kitsunico]

what if hypnos had a boss fight?

[artsymeeshee]

Another aroace Ford idea that came up. I just really like the idea of Ford going to Mabel for these types of things :’)

[stervrucht]

Trapped🖤

[doesephs]

aftg fans may disagree on this one but kevin day and his most beautiful daughter ever

[majachee]

hey alexa is noah total drama gay o