#so BASICALLY

[cookiedough77]

he so doomed

[gomzdrawfr]

Broken strings of fate

PriceGhostWeek Day 7 (last day)

[3lliesan]

Just a thought about the Ramshackle prefect that actually got used to nrc as their new home now.

The ramshackle prefect who pushes through despite the headmaster being as irresponsible as can be despite his position.

Yuu, the magicless otherworlder who fought 7 Overblots and survived, saving the Isles of Sages and those who overblotted with nobody dying.

Yuu, the beloved prefect who adores their friends despite how chaotic everyday life is with them around.

Yuu, who stands strong and happy for themselves for finding a place where they feel like they belong and rest easy...

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The great magicless prefect, who saved the entirety of the Isle of Sages and possibly the whole world.

The prefect whose heroic deeds stop. have finally been spread out for the world to know.

The mysterious otherworlder who currently resides in NRC under terrible conditions.no no no no-

The ramshackle prefect who endured 7 Overblots without any compensation or praise for what they've gone through. shut up shut up shut up shit

The pitiful damsel in distress- unfortunate victim without anybody to help them in a school full of heartless villains!

Don't look at me like that again I'm really not the victim please don't-

The fragile flower that needs to be saved instead of basking in happiness.

...

Ah.

I see.

Everyone else can just disappear.

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[wooldawn]

[sanshinexx]

After Angband, Maedhros had a complicated relationship with his hair for a long while. The thing he once used to cherish and carry with pride, inherited from the mother he had left behind, was now tainted with memories of unwanted attention and derogatory touch.

After his rescue, it had to be cut short for the sake of his recovery, and he could never quite figure out whether he was more hurt or relieved by the act. It was Fingon, during those times filled with anxiety and doubt and shame, who helped him learn to accept his own appearance again– from the stump of his right arm and the scars littered across his freckled body to the locks of copper hair, ever so slowly regrowing to their former glory.

And little by little, the lingering memories of malevolent hands harshly yanking at his scalp were replaced by the feeling of tender hands carefully braiding familiar golden ribbons into his hair, once again beloved.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

On the outskirts of Gotham a farm is made.

No one can pinpoint when it was started but it was clearly bountiful.

New orchards of plums apples and several other fruit whisper promises of fruits in the years to come.

Bee houses buzzed with life and ducks quacked and scurried to and from their pond, coop and the garden.

Vegetables by the rows with seasonal berries brushes spring up at the corners of the property.

Greenery that almost seemed to glow with how lush it was.

It was like a small oasis in the desert of Gotham’s dirty land.

And it was ran by only three people.

The woman’s name was Sam. She was known as an activist who seemed to do the primary care of the plants. The property was in her name and she went out of her way to invite people to take what they need.

Danny was the most well known of the trio. He brought the produce into the heart of the city. Anywhere that would take the food, kitchens, pantries, school cafeterias even people’s doorsteps.

Tucker was the technical mastermind, hidden but equally important. The sprinklers, planning of the pollination rotation, harvesting planning and statistics were his main focus on the farm. Not a single square inch of the the land was not under his watchful gaze.

All the food was fresh or properly stored and most interesting of all free.

Of course people were going to talk.

[lonelyzarquon]

[squarecloud73]

*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it

Idk if the execution of this idea is clear enough, but here you go :>

[walkingcorpse03]

unrequited soukoku but its younger chuuya always being on dazai’s bandaged side bc dazai is blind to his feelings, and chuuya who is riddled with dog symbolism stays and defends his blind side anyway

[dumbhirano]

[chibidumbass]

Beautiful things were happening on Twitter last year

[wynnyfryd]

[jockw]

hear me out:

she cant fly, she fell off of the nevermore academy roof like a dumbass

[khayalli]

@turtlecleric

the image of him softly glowing in the dark as the realisation of what you may mean to him is going to send me into orbit.

like why is he warm he's coldblooded!!! what the fuck!!! why is it your voice he hears when he's going about his day. why is he so pleased when you drift towards hims before anyone else??

I'm going to project here but I am SO bad at handling emotions that are outside of my usual base. So the image of him lighting up like a glowstick, at random times throughout the day because he gets you kind of live rent free inside his head (and he doesn't even realise he's pining, he just knows you're a trigger)

I wonder if he'd end up avoiding you for a while because "if they're the trigger, and I distance myself from the trigger, maybe it'll stop???"

oh my god it's getting worse what the fuck

[lesharl-eclair]

守候 (赵英俊) x vettonso

(explained)