#so I decided it was the former

[grey-viridian]

Rottmnt Possessed AU

So… It all started with this art of Ghost Leo that I drew quite some time ago.

And then I had an idea.

Do you remember how Gram-Gram died, did the Hamato glowy thing, turned into light and possessed April at the end of season 2?

Well-

What if?

I present to you The Disaster Twins who refused to be separated by such dumdum thing as death.

[ifellintothestyx]

The funny thing about JC defenders is that they always try to argue that JC refusing to cover the Wens and side with WWX was the correct political move. In the short term, perhaps, but in the long term, that was proven wrong in the books themselves.

(It's even funnier thinking that correct political moves exist in a bullshit political system that blatantly serves only the gentry, is held together by hearsay and rumors, and has no actual system of laws that can serve as a basis to accuse, judge, or punish someone.)

So how was JC's refusal to side with WWX and the Wens considered the "correct political move"? Reasons include that the Jiang sect was still recovering from the war, that going against the Jins would result in another war that would end in major losses on the Jiang sect's side, and that the Wens weren't and shouldn't have been a priority for JC at all.

Let's clear a few things up. The Jiang clan was not the only clan recovering, so were the Nies and the Lans. In the aftermath of the war, it's not explicitly stated how well the other sects were doing, so we couldn't really tell if the Jiangs were worse off than the other three. It could be noted, however, that the Jins retained much of their wealth and influence, so much so that Jin Guangyao was able to take the position of Chief Cultivator with little to no opposition. The main point, though, is that at that moment in the aftermath of the war, we could not easily assume the Jiangs were the worst off, as the other three sects also lost many disciples in the war, and we didn't really know how much the other sects recovered.

For the second reason, if a major war somehow did happen again, this time Jiangs vs everyone else, everyone else would lose. WWX's presence single-handedly helped them win the war against the Wens. A war between the Jiangs and the jianghu would be based on numbers, which reflects the war between the Wens and the jianghu. The Wens had more disciples, and no matter how many LWJs or NMJs you got up your sleeve, numbers make a big difference in war. That's why WWX's skills were a critical part in winning: he is a one-man army of thousands. He could easily make up for the gap in numbers. That's why the Jins kept trying to get rid of him—they were nervous about so much power belonging to only one faction: the Jiangs. JGS couldn't exactly claim his desired role as Chief Cultivator if a younger, smarter, and more powerful individual was still around to keep him in check.

Finally, we get to the part of why I'm making this long-ass post on a caffeine-driven rage. See, the point of trying to stop a powerful faction from committing atrocities is to stop them from thinking they can do it whenever they like. The Jins were given a pass to do whatever the hell they wanted to a small, outcasted faction (the Wens), and they proceeded to take that pass as a pass for everything else. Nobody stopped them from torturing the Wens, so what's stopping them from allowing a mass murderer like XY to run wild in an attempt to create their own WWX? Definitely not NMJ, hahaha, because, y'know, the hypocrites in the gentry have already decided that whatever the Jins do is alright so long as it's not their problem. An exterminated clan isn't their priority. So, what was stopping XY from going out and doing it again to SL's sect? Absolutely nothing! Because the Jins could cover it up and no one could say a word despite how suspicious it was, because hey, remember what happened to the last guy that spoke up against the Jins?

Calling out the Jins on their crimes against the Wens, who were elderly and children save for WQ and WN (who JC owed his damn life and core to), would have created a precedent of not allowing massive crimes to slide under the radar. But because the opposite happened, because nobody fucking realized that apathy and selfishness don't fucking help in the long run, two sects were exterminated because JGS and JGY were basically given an "okay, fine, just keep that bullshit away from us". That's not actual justice. That's not "morally grey". Allowing people in power to trample over others just because it doesn't affect you personally is not sustainable, because what happens when it's you they've decided to trample over? Are you going to complain? Are you going to look to others for help, when you personally couldn't be bothered to offer your hand to those who suffered? When the reason the people trampling over you gained that power is because you allowed it?

The unopposed killing of WWX and the Wens led to the political climate that allowed the massacres of two sects because the Jins were trying to protect and satisfy their pet project. It led to the murder of NMJ because JGS/JGY wanted to keep people from checking their power. If JC couldn't find it in his heart to be sympathetic to the Wens, fine, but at the very least, he should have considered the potential harm in rolling over and giving a political faction too much power.

[padmesbox]

Hangman Page birthday week → Day seven:

Happy birthday to my favorite wrestler teacher 🎉

Not taking bullshit boomer, condescending advice from nobody but giving evergreen advice that can only come from a millennial [former] teacher:

"Have a plan B [...] I think a lot of people would say like, if you have a plan B, you know, 'you can't give all to plan A, so you're gonna fail at plan A, anyway'. That's not true, I was a high school teacher and I did this, and I'm the effin' World Champion, and at one time I was a high school teacher to make it through this, I had a plan B and I don't need it anymore... have a plan B, life is much more important than, you know, what career you want to follow or what, you know, oh you want people to say about your accomplishments [...] life is much more important than that and you will need to make money to survive, so always have a plan B. That's like, what I feel, people don't press that upon people enough in telling you to chase your dreams —you absolutely, absolutely should— but to also know like you have to reckon with the fact that you probably, statistically will not make much money at this, if any. You have to know that, and you have to be okay with that [...] if you don't reckon with that like, reality, you're setting yourself up for heartbreak one way or the other"

[brofightiscancelled]

okay ill bite why do u hate kaoru sakuraba sidem aside from the fact that they went from hokuto as a main blue to downgrade to kaoru. to make it less awkward that I’m asking abt sidem on ur osomatsu side blog, what sidem idols would u assign to each matsu ?

i think sideM should collab w osomatsu-san and put them all in Beit so they can all get JOBS!!!!!!

anyways i hate kaoru from idolmaster sideM. i need all my osomatsu-san side blog followers to know that i hate this man. "i need a lot of money fast to pursue an extremely niche medical research track, which is why i quit my stable and high paying job as a surgeon to become an idol while having no soft skills, physical strength or stamina, or interest in getting along with people" are you Stupid??

he's not even using his idol clout to spread awareness of the rare disease he's trying to cure (like SEM does) so it can secure funding, he sees it 100% as a job and refuses to have fun, he is actively unpleasant and uncooperative in every interaction with his coworkers because he's trying to "rise to the top". it seems like the only thing he has going for him are his looks and that he kind of liked to sing when he was a kid. why not become a model at that point when you have the personality of a wet tree trunk. or better yet why not STAY A FUCKING DOCTOR!!!!!

also, i don't like meganes, so write that down.

[sforzesco]

CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS

this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.

Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Secondo and Alpha be nastyyyyyyy (I LOVE their dynamic. This situationship is all I live for these days)

It's such a twisted thing to want, Alpha thinks, arms crossed in front of his chest in a way he's desperate not to qualify as defensive. Him, proud and independent as he is, craving what he knows is to come...fucking ironic. Alpha squares up his shoulders, hands flexing against his own biceps.

It's subtle, but telling. He's fidgety. Alpha's never fidgety. But they say exceptions make the rule, and this one might be it. It's infuriating, really, especially given that Secondo hasn't looked up from his paperwork once, in the twelve minutes Alpha's been there. He counted. The scratch of the pen against paper, the flickering light of the old desk lamp, the familiar scent of old wood and expensive cologne, it would be relaxing, if it weren't for the burning pit of anticipation in Alpha's stomach. As it is, it's just part of the agonizing torture Secondo is putting him through just by making him wait.

In any other situation, Alpha would have no issue standing stock still in complete silence for hours, but this setting, the reason he's here doesn't let him slip into the depth of his mind to cheat boredom. He has to stop himself from bouncing his leg, him. Alpha is definitely going insane.

The second the pen stops dancing across paper, Alpha straightens, internally wincing at the popping sound from somewhere in his back. Secondo finally, finally sets his paperwork aside, taking off his reading glasses with a relieved sigh. Alpha, unfortunately for him, finds his tongue too late to ask him to keep them on. Another time. A click of tongue refocuses his attention on the man behind the desk. Without a word, Secondo snaps his fingers and points down, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

The shame boils up in Alpha's throat, coats his mouth in a bitter taste, but guilty arousal sparks in his guts. His legs take him toward the desk, make him round it up until he's standing between it and Secondo's chair. Maybe if he words it like that, if he blames his knees for bending until he's on them before the second Emeritus brother, Alpha can pretend he doesn't have any choice, that something made him do it, but the truth is that he's totally in controll, muscles, joints and sinews perfectly responding to his lust-addled brain. Yes, Alpha is totally in control of himself, and is willingly handing over that oh so precious control to none other than Secondo Emeritus.

It's worth it, though, for the leather clad hand raking through his hair, thumb drawing circles on one of the shaved sides. Secondo hums, parts his legs a bit more so Alpha can scoot closer. The hand travels further, wraps around a horn, pulls Alpha's head back in one fluid motion. There is strenght in Secondo's grip, despite his human nature, something that almost feels unyielding, even though Alpha knows better. Knows that he could, technically, shake it off, lean away from it. He won't. He wouldn't even dream of it.

The base of his horns must glow especially bright tonight, because Secondo's mouth twitches before he hums.

"Long day ?"

Alpha groans when Secondo's touch shifts again, thumbs now digging into the tense muscles at the back of his neck. And if he arches into it like a giant cat, well. That's his problem, and his only.

"Long week. You ?"

"I'm considering arsenic poisoning. For myself."

The dry answer makes Alpha huff as he leans closer, nuzzling his face in Secondo's thigh, looking up at him through his lashes.

"Want some help unwinding ?"

Though his touch is still gentle, Secondo huffs, mask of disdainful coldness falling on his face in an instant. Alpha takes in a a lungful of air, far too aware of what that means for him. He shouldn't rejoice in the idea. (He does.) The switch has just been flipped, game on.

"And you are offering to provide said help ?"

The mocking tone has Alpha reajusting his position, definitely not squirming. Secondo clicks his tongue.

"Oh, you are. Cute."

It doesn't sound like a compliment, in his mouth. The word is venom-clad, sinking into Alpha's flesh like a shard of glass. He snarls in answer, but when Secondo takes the opportunity to hook a thumb in his mouth, sliding it along his gum, testing the point of thick fangs, Alpha goes against every single one of his instincts, staying still and docile, not even one attempt at biting Secondo's fingers off.

The leather taste of the gloves coats Alpha's tongue when the former Papa pries his jaws open, pushing down on the forked appendice with a hum. The way he looks down at Alpha- with that kind of dissmissive amusement one would direct at a stumbling puppy, still gauche on its too-big paws- anyone with half a braincell would know there is no metaphor less inadequate that this one to describe Alpha, and yet, it is indeed how Secondo treats him.

And the worst part ? Alpha likes it.

Drool pools under the fire ghoul's tongue, some starting to dribble from the corner of his mouth, making Secondo tut.

"So messy. But, luckily for you, I like it sloppy, and I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself useful. Aren't you grateful ?"

His brain now too foggy to wonder what in the living hell is wrong with him to want this kind of treatment, Alpha nods, eager for the former Papa's taste, skin burning and insides churning in the best way, the way he chases everytime he steps through Secondo's threshold. There is something weirdly freeing about being unable to do anything but nod, trusting the man holding him put to handle him. Handle him. Like the good guard dog he tries to be. Except right now, he doesn't have to make decisions, to look out for someone else, to be on high alert. He can slump under firm hands and let someone lift the weight of the worlds from his shoulders, at least for a little while, a small reprieve he needs so much more than he's comfortable admitting.

The hands leave Alpha, Secondo finally reaching for his belt, expensive leather making a soft sound against no less precious fabric as it's slipped out of the loops. Try as he might, Alpha can't help the way his ears twitch at that, tail traitorously wagging a few times. Secondo's condescending chuckle is back to taunt Alpha.

"Eager."

Alpha hums, too focused on the rasp of the former Papa's zipper, itching to fish the man's cock out of his boxers himself. Still, he let Secondo do it, until he's salivating at the sight in front of him, pleased to see the former Papa is already well on his way to hardness from just the sight of Alpha on his knees. Licking his lips, the fire ghoul looks up at Secondo, finding mismatched eyes already on him.

"Make it good, and maybe I'll make you cum tonight, mmh ?"

You don't need to tell Alpha twice. It's a powerful thing, want, the way it overrides everything when just at the right intensity, reducing a powerful hellbeast fuelled by infernal flames to a desperate little thing kneeling at the feet of a human man, a prayer in his eyes that for once has nothing to do with his religious beliefs.

Alpha cannot hold back his groan when he gets his mouth on Secondo, lips wrapping around the head with a wet sound. He isn't Dew, he isn't foolish enough to try and fully take him in one go. he has plenty experience, which is precisely why he doesn't do that. While the concept of a completely wrecked voice is sexy, he doesn't need to give Omega even more ammunition when the quint will inevitably corner him with glistening eyes asking him if he had an interesting night. So, Alpha takes his time, eases himself into it, coaxing Secondo to full hardness with careful licks as he gradually takes more and more of him, until the head hits the back of his throat, eliciting a low hum from the former Papa.

That may be what Alpha prefers in all this, the lack of urgency, how Secondo will make sure to call on him at the oddest hours to make sure they won't be interrupted, that they have all the time in the world.

For a while, the only sounds in the room are quiet groans and soft huffs, coupled with the wet noises of Alpha working his mouth around Secondo, letting it get a bit sloppy - for the enjoyment of them both. It doesn't matter that Alpha's hard and dying to get a hand on himself, something Secondo won't let happen, it doesn't matter that his knees ache dully or that his jaw is challenged and will certainly hurt afterward ; all that matters is that the fire ghoul's head is blissfully empty, his skin finally not feeling too tight for him.

There's no urgency, yes, but when Alpha hums low as he steadily bobs his head, Secondo's hand scrambles for a fistful of red strands, forcing the fire ghoul down with a breathy "just like that". Alpha's tail wags briefly, knowing the man's tells enough to understand he's starting to feel his climax approaching. It hasn't been so long, all things considered, which only makes pride fill the fire ghoul's chest. He did that. The thought has him being more thorough, hollowing his cheeks and teasing the head with his forked tongue.

"Fuuuuck," Secondo groans, "you might get something out of tonight after all."

It's close enough to a praise for Alpha to perk up, too relaxed by now to be embarrassed by such a response. It just is so hard to feel anything but contentement like this, Secondo heavy on his tongue, his scent all the fire ghoul can smell, his sounds all he can hear. Eyes half closed, muscles finally loose, Alpha hums again, and swallows, throat constricting around Secondo's cock, which earns him a string of italian curses his brain barely processes.

"C'mon, c'mon," and that breathy tone does catch Alpha's attention, ableit with some delay, "c'mon you mutt, almost there-"

The fire ghoul's eyes shamefully roll back at being called that, moan ripped from him before he can even register it, and it seems to be all Secondo needed to cum down Alpha's throat with a loud groan.

The fire ghoul let him come down from the high at his pace, taking the opportunity to watch Secondo's chest heave, his sweaty throat, the fluttering of his eyelids, the way his face went lax, creases and tense lines smoothed out by bliss. Once Alpha decides he's given enough time to the former Papa to recover, he takes to direct his attention back to himself with a cheeky flick of tongue against the oversensitive tip of his spent cock. Alpha is treated to a delicious hiss as Secondo flinches, gloves creaking as he white knuckles his armrest, glaring without real heat at the fire ghoul knelt between his legs. Alpha finally releases him, smiling unapologetically. Fuck, he's so hard still, and the sight of Secondo looking good enough to eat isn't making it any easier. The former Papa rolls his eyes, almost prompting Alpha to serve him some snark, until a perfectly blacked shoe lands on his crotch, sole grinding against his straining cock, and he forgets anything that doesn't have anything to do with the white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine.

Secondo smirks, eyebrow rising.

"Let's see how long it'll take for you to cream your pants, shall we ?"

[codenamesazanka]

I have this Jin + Tenko AU in which Jin (16 years old!) encounters Tenko during The Walk and takes him in.

Here is the original concept and fic of Jin seeing an injured little boy and reaching out.

Here is the draft mini continuation of that.

Here is the duo a few years later, turning to villainy, as described in a police interview from the POV of the Rooftop Trio.

And here is a 'new' dumb comic sketch of Jin and Tenko another year or two later, encountering Mr. Compress. Jin and Compress (JinPress!!!) start dating, but... Well, families are tough to deal with.

Sako on his weekly call with the Sako-Harima fam (a bunch of them) about his new bf...and bf's kid:

[keets-writing-corner]

Legit obsessed with this moment

Everyone else is injured, tired, covered in blood, their clothes are ripped, and Lucifer's perfectly fine, uninjured, not stained, not tired ass "YOOOO that was a tough battle, I bet everyone is hungry. What do people eat? Pancakes? I can make pancakes WHO WANTS PANCAKES??"

And Charlie's suffering from second hand embarrassment like "Dad... read the room..."

Lucifer sweetie darling I love you A for effort but F for execution

[renthedevil]

pirates smp huh?

parts 1&2 <- you’re here!

parts 3&4 <- next

parts 5&6 <- unfinished lol

[canisalbus]

have you drawn any characters from Separation? I’d love to see your take on many of them :)

Not yet, but I'm definitely planning to!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

SUGURU AS A KINDERGARTEN TEACHER 🔥🔥 he’d be so patient and gentle with the shy ones omdsss … 😭😭💖 i can totally see him staying behind at work to accompany the kids who havent got picked up yet he has my heart i love him ☹️☹️🙏💖

THROWS THIS AT YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU

ALEXIS AKA @/KISSXCORE OUR BELOVED HAS WRITTEN TWO FICS ABT THIS AND I LOVE THEM BOTH <33333 he is such . a silly little loser. a whipped whipped man. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM ANON!!!!!!!! alexis’ fics in general are sooooo so good, pls do check them out!!!!!!!!!!!

but aaaaaa ….. yeah. he would be so so good with all the kids, especially the shy ones 🥺🥺🥺 he wants to bring them out of their shells a little but not too much, he thinks they’re perfect just the way they are!!! gojo would be a great kindergarten teacher too but i do think he’d be a little too pushy with the quiet ones LMAO….. not sugu though :33 he sits and reads with them very quietly during recess. never pushes them into speaking but gently encourages them to take up more space…. he’s just so gentle and soothing. i need him.

[thedelicatearcher]

finnick odair alphabet fluff

c - cuddles

it’s no secret that finnick odair relishes in being in your embrace. the soft, contented hums you make warm his heart every time his arms are wrapped tenderly around you.

on a typical afternoon, finnick would head to the beach for some quiet time alone. nonetheless, when he returns, he’s eager to pull you into his arms the moment he sees you napping on the bed. he already is picturing the potential gentle scolding he might face if he goes ahead and cuddles you before showering. his mind ponders: is it worth it? more often than not, he quietly slips into bed and holds you as the big spoon.

he loves the feeling of your body pressed against his, especially after he’s just come out of the cool water. the warmth of your body against his chest brings a swarm of butterflies to his chest, a sensation he has felt ever since he met you. he tightens his embrace whenever he feels you stir in your sleep, instantly alert and ready to wake you if you’re having a nightmare. his head finds your neck and plants a soft kiss on your skin before burying his face in it. your sweet, soft scent soothes his anxious mind. he knows he’ll face a disapproving look from you when you see the sand he has brought from the beach, and he knows he’ll have to wash the sheets, but it’s all worth it for the chance to hold you in his arms.

in the days leading up to another hunger games, those days before he has to return to the capitol, finnick becomes distant. he avoids you, spending his days alone by the sea, hoping the waves will carry him far away. watching his melancholic figure from afar and seeing the emptiness in his eyes, you can’t help but feel a strong urge to reach out and be his safety net. 

one midnight, you woke up and turned around, stumbling upon finnick’s awake and tense figure in the dim light. he instantly noticed you looking at him and quickly wiped away his tears. “go back to sleep, sweetheart. i’m okay,” he tried to say, but his voice cracked. “oh honey,” you cooed, opening your arms to him, “come here, sweetie.” his warm tears soaked into your pajama shirt as he cried on your chest, but you didn’t care at all. watching the man you love break down in your arms made your heart ache as if it was being pierced by a knife. 

an hour later, after countless back rubs and soothing words, finnick had calmed down and asked you softly to hold him as he fell asleep. and you did so, you found yourself with his head resting peacefully on your chest, your heartbeat soothing him as your fingers gently combed through his hair. though his weight pressed on you, it felt comforting rather than suffocating. his arms were tightly wrapped around your hips, making the position a bit awkward, but you didn’t mind. you would gladly comfort finnick like this every night if it meant he felt a little less lonely. 

on lazy days, finnick flops carelessly onto the couch, disregarding the decorative pillows he always calls ugly and pointless, and invites you to join him. his face lights up with a beaming grin when you finally join him. finnick adores the feeling of your body on top of him. he gloriously looks up at you when your chin rests on his chest and you’re chatting with him so casually, completely oblivious of how lovesick you make him. although, he wonders if you notice the erratic beat of his heart whenever your head lies on his chest. these are his favorite days. the ones spent cuddling all day. the ones he wears his faded cotton shorts and an old t-shirt. the ones in which his mind is focused solely on you and the little lovely bubble you share. the bubble which bursts when you slip out of his arms to find something to eat after his stomach rumbled a few too many times.

[youling-the-ghost]

It is the middle of the night right now and I cannot stop thinking about sfth members being treated like kpop idols.

Like, the members wouldn't change their appearances or anything, the fandom would just become a typical kpop fandom. The merch store would have photocards, which fans would buy and put in their clear phone cases. People would talk about their "biases" of the group and debate over who's the best improv actor. We would have a fandom name and the members would actually refer to us as such.

There'd a leader and a maknae and the improv equivalent of a lead dancer and a lead vocalist. There would be an official Shoot From the Hip lightstick and fans would wave it around during their live shows.

This is the most asinine thought that has ever come across my mind.

[mrsoharaa]

being blindfolded, wrists tied behind your arched back and being mindlessly fucked on Satoru's lap while Suguru stands behind you, gently caressing your extended throat with gentle touches and watches you intently get ruthlessly slutted out by his former best friend.

[shidoukanae]

Hello to the Buddyfight fandom it's been a hot minute but god do i miss this show and have been making fanart for it in the background so i thought i'd post to tumblr too ^^

I swear every year I end up coming back to this show and wishing that it kept going, that it got rebooted, that i could just erase my memories of this show and just watch it all over again from the beginning to enjoy everything once again from Tasuku's own sense of justice twisting against him to Gao's suffering of PTSD and how heartfelt it was handled.

There's something very special about this show that I haven't been able to find replicated elsewhere. It has the most perfect world to exist (so much so that i'd love to be isekai'd into it if i could!!!) and while i have my own gripes with it (hi S3+) i honestly sometimes wish i could go back to my high school years of watching this show just to relive it all again :'D

Anyways!!! I hope there's still people out there who enjoy this show even ten years later who'll like seeing new funny artwork for it!

I wanna add too that i'm hoping to create a rewrite of FCBF (ft. seasons 1-3 + Ace) or at least create more artwork for my interpretation of it and its world!

Because, sincerely, this show is one of the few that, for all its flaws, hasn't disappointed me in the years that've followed unlike many other things i've seen and i wanna try to keep the spirit of it alive while I can thanks to that. And if there are any fans still in existence who love it, i wanna provide some food while its once again in my orbit because damn do i adore this show <3 <3 <#

[aq2003]

this is some older art that i Completely forgot to post anyway here's my vox machina star wars au, ft:

vex as a bounty hunter. she's partners in crime with vax and they've been basically inseparable and working together as a bounty hunter duo since around the clone wars era when they were kids

keyleth as a jedi padawan that survived order 66. her people (the ashari) live on a hidden planet and have spent years staying out of galactic conflict and she refuses to return home out of fear she'll lead the empire to them

percy as the son of a (former) imperial senator—his family got collectively executed for helping the rebellion and now he's on the run. he's also picked up a sith artifact along the way, i hope it's not filling his head with evil voices or anything