#so im hoping to get more of those in this year! :)

[thequietkid-moonie]

Powerful and chaotic child!reader gets enrolled in Night Raven Collage

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Lilia, Malleus, Sebek & Silver ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

× Inspired in Skull kid & The Majora's Mask (from The Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask)

I made a small hint about the titans who are the first friends of Skull kid, hope you no one mind (nothing too explicit sooo you can picture it however you want)

i been wanting to write something like this FOR THE LONGEST TIME!! AND ITS FINALLY HEREEE!! IM ON TEARS!!

Help i can't unseen Lilia and Malleus as Tael and Taya--

The ceremony entrance of this year was going rather smoothly, just having to face the already expected problems of every year's ceremony, however there was something that were catching the attention of those who get to witnessed, this year between the new students there was one that was attracting more attention than others, one that looked a bit too short (perhaps a Dwarf was enrolled in school this year), one who's cloath was a bit too big, covering almost all their short figure, leaving just enough view of their excited smile that sees to not being leaving anytime soon, swinging their small legs on the chair that was just a bit too big

Once it was your turn to face the mirror and be designed to a dorm with the same smile you jumped out of the chair, somehow managing to don't trip over the oversized cloth you were dragging on the ground while also walking with small little jumps, all eyes following your childish way to walk, some even judging you for it, but no one dared to say anything

The silence were only interrupted by the dark mirror, recognizing your childish nature but also the ancient magic that reside inside of you, the great power you hold over something so dangerous, concluding that the best option for you was to be send to the Diasomnia dorm

The shock and doubt barely had time to be build between the students as a high and childish voice was quick to interrupt, with curiosity and getting even close to the Dark Mirror you began to ask more about what this Diasomnia thing was, ignoring the whispers that started to form all across the room or even the stares

The ceremony needed to continue but you simply were not hearing anyone so the moment you were called out for being disrespectful over the ceremony by the Heartslabyul housewarden it was when you finally look back, the cloth finally falling from your face after being a bit too excited while talking to the Dark Mirror, leaving everyone in the room even more shocked than before since you were a human, and a human who barely is half the age of the rest of the students

Concern and demands of an explanation didn't take long to reach Crowley, how was he going to let not only let a child be enrolled in the school but also be send to Diasomnia!? But Crowley just excuses himself with what the Dark Mirror said, you hold a ancient and great power in you, already being able to use part of its great strenght and you needed to be instructed to have that power under control before you would become a threat, and he was so kind to accept take responsability over you since you didn't had no one else

But, at the end, it was the way Crowley explained the situation and the fact that you were still too young that most of them simply underestimated the situation, still thinking that letting the child go to Diasomnia wasn't the best idea, but it isn't like they would contradict the Dark Mirror or go out of their way to willingly take responsability over you, but no matter what Diasomnia recived you with open arms (or at least some of them) and after a while of having you around it become quite obvious why you were in this dorm

It didn't took long before Lilia noticed that you, indeed, had a great power but you have never been learned how to properly used it despite being able to use magic like if it was the most natural thing in the world, you were using it in the most childish way posible, what could be quite dangerous for others, so at the end he was the one who willingly took you under his care (he is not stranger of raising kids after all) and with that everyone else quickly accepted you in this big family (not that they wouldn't, but Sebek was having serious problems when you didn't gave much importance to Malleus' title once he became your friend)

Despite the skepticism of the rest of the school it took no time to notice you around the school always clinging to the side of any of the Diasomnia students, most of the time following Lila around the school, who actually found it quite adorable and even indulge it a bit most of the time, after all you were still too young, and not to mention that you two were now partner in crimes, you just loved pulling pranks in others and Lilia just could say not to that (specially because of the big smile and your so cheerful laugh)

Still, once Lilia learned how sad you were because your old friends (the ones who were taking care of you for a little while) had to left you to be able to fulfill their own responsibilities he took he time to help you understand that they didn't left you under the care of NCR because they didn't cared for you, quite the contrary, and with thay he also took time to make sure you understand that probably you will meet other who would also had to leave at some point, and how it is better to enjoy the time you have with them instead of regretting that they have to go

Sometimes you were also found hanging out with Silver around the campus, it become not so weird to see you two napping under a three (your small frame curled up again him, with one of his arms around you as if it was a blanket), or sometimes you weren't sleeping and instead you were playing around and trying to catch the animals that, somehow, he always attracts

Since you were a first year student Sebek was constantly walking you to class, taking the time to remind you to behaive and don't do anything that could affects Lord Malleus' reputation, even if you two had to go to diferent classes he took the time to scort you to make sure you made it safe and to keep the lecture of how important was for you to behaive as the respectable Diasomnia student you were

Although there were times you choose to run away from him jump around the hallways and run towards the classroom, wanting to get there before him because it was funny! (and you wanteded to avoid his ranting about Malleus), wich always make him feel exasperated, conflicted how bad would be from him about just run in the hallways, but he did anyways, always running after you while screaming (wich most of the time left a bad impression of the situation or just annoyed the poeple around)

In all honeslty, Silver doesn't mind much you presence, he even likes it but he doesn't know if he finds funny or annoying the constant fights you have with Sebek, you are all that aren't expected from a Diasomnia student and Sebek wasn't having any of that, while you just answered by telling him that he was boring and sticking your tongue, making him angrier in the process (it has to be either Malleus or Lilia who stop you two, otherwise you argument won't stop)

Lilia was your unofficial dad main mentor, the one who was actively trying to help you learn how to control your magic and learning about life, still he wasn't the only one who was there for you, now you were part of the big family the have become, you wouldn't be left behind ever again

You didn't feared Malleus, he was just the tall guy with horns in your dorm, and he was genuinely surprised (specially because you still were a really young human) but it wasn't unpleseant, he hesitated a bit because you were just too small but quickly you two became friends, wich leaded you to cling to his side whenever you could, even following him during his night walks or just hearing his rants about Gargoyles (for what you understand they were like important guardians, and that reminded you to your old friends! That was why you were always hearing him rant)

Malleus probably didn't realiced how much he grow to like your precense, he saw a lot of himself in you and because of that he grow quite caring and protective for you, he wanted to be for you what Lilia was for him, he wanted to teach you what he learned and to be there when you had no one else (altought, he was still quite young compared to Lilia, so he was a bit clumsy while trying to be a good example for you)

Everyone quickly grow to love you and care for you in their own way, they were making you happy and helping you a lot with learning how to use your magic (even when you don't like being scolded or interrupted when you just wanted to play) they became like your family and that couldn't make you happier! Despite the concern or how weird your other friends from other dorms thought it was you wouldn't change them for anything

[vicorices]

OLDER RICH DIVORCED ELLIE AND STRIPPER READER BUT ELLIE WANTS READER TO BE HER SUGAR BABY INSTEAD BECAUSE SHES GETTING POSSESSIVE OF YOU AFTER COMING TO THE CLUB MORE OFTEN AND YOU MAKE HER BEG YOU TO SAY YES TO BEING HER SUGAR BABY WHILE GIVING HER A LAP DANCE I HAVE SUCH A VISION IM ENTRUSTING IT WITH YOU | -🐛 (caterpillar anon)

. ݁₊⊹.ᐟ 976—CUFFED.

cw # 18+ mdni, even when it does not have smut — dry humping exists and ellie wants to fuck, stripper!reader + divorced!ellie getting all hot and bothered, not possessive ellie but she's really foldedddd, dirty talk, contains metaphors to addiction and vices. i'm sorry mutuals, i'm not usually like this but made this everything sean baker’s was dreaming of when he wrote anora with his dick.

as a note to my pillar nonnie, i was going to keep going with the cam!girl missdeath series but i cannot stop thinking about this,,, you planted a seed to the point i need to pause everything else in my life, i made some changes for the plot bb yk clit did the writing overall. really hope we share the same braincell and i made justice of your horny and amazing brain, thanks for the req!

boycott tlou // fic directory // reqs? // wc: 1.6k

things would be different if you weren't blatantly pressing your ass against ellie's belt, cause those feelings she exhaustingly told herself not to have? — she suffering from all of them.

it may have to be with the outfit or the lack of it, the way your long, pointed nails scratch over her naked arms. but it's the perfect combination to make all this façade of having her life already sorted out fall apart to the ground when she recently signed up her divorce papers and she's there, getting a lap dance from this girl she really, really fucking likes, as if she wasn't slipping dollar bills beneath the thin strip of your underwear.

so she's been in a similar situation before, promising herself she wont ever step a fucking toe back in the club — she's not that kind of person anyway, the kind that salivates over strippers. the club's packed with men, and being the only girl there it's almost shameful as she has this need to go on and ask for a lap dance from you cause yeah she's greedy, greedy, spoiled, ravenous: she has turned into a junkie trying to get more of their vices.

and in the secluded room, ellie forgets about previous inhibitions cause you're leaning against her, dancing along the sound of the music already sitting in her lap and her mind bubbles around this stupid rule, the one that forbids her to touch you under any sense of the word if she wants to keep her hands attached to her arms, but she's temped, tempted even when the security camera is pointing right in front of you two.

"yeah? that's what you'd like huh?" the sound of your voice is almost normal, a huge contrast when ellie's feeling like drowning, when the bass on the speaker’s so low it resonates in her damn heart, pouring all over her like ocean waves in the sand "want me to be your little spoiled slut? you'd buy me expensive gifts and get me out of this hellhole?"

ellie's glasses rest on the lower part of her nose, almost slipping as she looks up to you, cheeks blushed cause she's hella ashamed of it, hellhole. when she's in the club you almost rejoice in bliss happiness cause she has money, a pretty face, nice hands and more important — she's not a pervert guy.

there's a huge difference between a perverted guy and a perverted girl in your brain — cause while 50-years-old trying to hit on you disgust you, she's in her 30's and in the best fucking moment of her life and you’re struggling to not ask her to touch you.

"i- fuck. i really don't know why i'm here" ellie admitted the first time after seeing your pole routine of a much shorter version of bauhaus's 'bela lugosi's death', conflicted as you're pushed to talk to her because of your boss: business, it's fucking business "don't know how this works."

"you should ask me for a private dance," you reply, of course you want to dance for her, feel her closer and she won’t say no, no when your index finger trail down her collarbone "maybe you can start finding out by that."

there's something insanely hot about the idea of taking a woman so put together completely apart. ellie knows that, you do. so when she comes back again two nights after, and every-single-time after that, she makes sure to ask for you, name loud and clear in her lips as she enters and you know, just know it's going to be a good night — please, fucking pay for me the rest of the night.

wrong. sets back feminism at least 30 years, but ellie's there anyway, seated like she is during various times the week, letting you take control of her cause it's just what she needs, comfortably seated on a velvet couch with you on top; it seems like the cure to all her ruins — how is she not going to be infatuated with you? how is she not going to suffer from withdrawal when she don't see you for days?

"you know i can," she replies, and your skin shivers against the serious tone in her voice, almost recovered from her sore throat as she takes a sip from the heavy glass of neat whiskey in the table next to the seat "i can afford your lifestyle if that's what you're asking. let me take care of you."

she don't know what's so funny, what entertains you so much as you giggle on top of her, but ellie's distracted as she stares at the tiny underwear you're wearing, the friction between you and her as her fingers ache to reach and touch you, make the triangle on your ass to the damn side.

the sound of your laugh catches her off-guard, and she don’t think when her hand gently pushes you down, making you rest your weight against her legs and let yourself rub your thin underwear in her jeans: sin feels good when you do it right cause shit if it's not the best thing in the world when you're taking her hands in between yours, polished and soft, they guide ellie into your sides, allowing her to trail down your body before giving a sly look to the camera, almost afraid you're going to be caught.

leaving her hands in your thighs seems an invitation cause your movements get slower. fuck the song, if someone's looking, let the lucky bastard live enough to see ellie's hand rub circles in the skin of your inner leg, close to the little outfit you're pulling and barely manages to cover your cunt.

your back presses against her chest, resting against her frame as you move your hips in slow circles, making ellie feel the scent of your perfume in her nose, the way it lingers in the air surrounding the private room.

"ask me again," you whisper, and her gaze lingers in the front part of your body as you lay on top of her: the curves on your skin, the silver and glittery fabric that cover your tits — nipples hard beneath as she has the damn need to use her right hand to do something much better than just sweetly touching your fucking leg "i'll be your good new wife, let you whine about your important job, fuck the stress out of you, all domestic and shit."

it's the way you say it, how you move on top of her, the sparkles splattered in your skin that makes you seem almost ethereal, however it makes ellie moan as she's nodding already on an invisible leash you tied around her neck from the very first time she came, intoxicating, her right hand moves from your leg to your hip, back to your navel and up to your very ribs.

"they are going to see that," you said, the camera always a fucking reminder of her ripping need to have a bit of decency, self-control as ellie's cheeks turn red — "you cannot touch me, love."

"to be fair at this point club 976's alive thanks to me" draining her money cent by fucking cent, she’s sure she keeps the place rolling during the week "so let them be pissed, m'snatching their best worker and takin' her away from this dump anyway."

it must be evil, should be if it isn't, cause just like you landed on her lap you're swiftly turning to face her as you dance, dragging your nails across her chest as from this angle, she becomes aware of your barely covered pussy that grinds against her legs; yeah, she has a much better view of your fingers slipping beneath her belt, of you basking in bliss almost unaware of how stupid ellie’s left when you're around.

"you really mean that?" you ask almost like it's a secret, and she’s smashed with this need of pulling you into a kiss, get lost in the threads of your hair “don’t fuck with me ellie.”

"i'll pay for your nails," her words are warm, her breathing now heavier as her fingers toy with the hem of your underwear: one little tug and it will surely let ellie see your soaked folds, sure you're wet when she see's the splotch in your underwear, the darker hue right between your legs "your clothes, fuck. i'll take you to fancy restaurants anything you want, just- just say you let me."

she can’t pay for interest, that reaction you got when moving on top of her, that almost silent moan you make as you dancing or grinding to seek for more friction? fuck, ellie really don’t know it at this point.

“that’s enough for fifteen minutes,” she’s not aware also of the other people in the room until you’re standing up and she’s going to whine about the lack of guards until screaming at the guard that’s yanking ellie outside the club — “respect the girls or don’t fucking show up here, got it?”

“outside,” she manages to says to you as she’s being pulled “i’ll wait for you outside!”

the biggest surprise of the night though? she was serious, dead fucking serious; so when you’re leaving the club at almost five in the morning, she’s smoking there, back against her black mercedes as she tilts her head satisfied you’re looking out for her.

yes, ellie williams’s leash is tied to this pretty stripper she has in her sheets, spreaded over her kitchen island, under the cascading water of her shower, wearing her shirt, eating her food, taking her life — hand-cuffed.

[ravensmurdock]

innocence

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: age difference, implied daddy issues, freudian, impact play, no actual smut, thigh riding, oral fixation, reader calls him dad, mean!matt

matt likes to believe he's a patient man. many times he is, really, he is. except when you're running your mouth, or putting yourself in danger. in moments like those, when his patience is hanging on by a mere thread, you place yourself strategically on his lap and pout and pout— hoping to lessen your punishment.

it's his fault, really. you're too young for him, a little immature. what more can he expect from a 20 year old? what more can he expect from a curious, bright eyed intern who is always following him around like a pet? it's always 'mr. murdock this, mr. murdock that,' can he blame you? no. the fault is on him, for not being able to resist your charms. you never tried to be subtle either— he could quite literally hear your heartbeat rise whenever his voice would get too low while closing, when his smirk would get too cocky. he's sure if he could see, he'd be met with you constantly trying to shove your cleavage in his face. which, he would never complain about.

but he does feel like a dirty old man sometimes. he's had his own moral conflicts— deep into the night when you're pressed into his side, and all he can think is, 'im a fucking cradlerobber, tainting her innocence, corrupting her mind, devouring a little girl like a mad man with no self control—'

and the moment you mumble sleepily against his neck, those thoughts vanish and he's immediately pulling you closer.

he doesn't realize how much your age gap does for you. how the greys in his beard shine when he rises from between your legs, chin covered in your slick. how his strong, protective arms make you feel safe like nothing ever could. how his care taking tendencies are almost fatherly in nature, making you forget all about your own bad experiences with your own father. the rasp in his voice when he scolds you for being reckless, too curious, too presumptuous— it hits the right spots. makes you want to provoke him more. which is exactly what put you in this position.

you'd followed him down to an important meeting— one he specifically told you to stay away from, and you ended up witnessing him break the guy's hand. your heartbeat was indication enough, but it was your gasp that truly got his attention— his head snapping up in warning and you running away almost immediately.

catching you wasn't hard, and you weren't running because you were scared of him hurting you— you were scared of disappointing him. which is exactly what you did. and now you're here, pressed against his chest, his fingers gently massaging your scalp.

"what did i tell you, hm?" he asks, voice low, almost mocking. his hand suddenly tightens into a fist— yanking your head back by the hair. you whimper, eyes tearing up at the sting. you try to search for any mercy in his features— but his glasses stay as a barrier between your eyes and you sniffle.

"sorry," you mumble softly, gently caressing his chest, "i should've listened—"

"oh yeah, you should've." he agrees, a small smirk on his face, "but you didn't. you never do. all my little darling does is listen to herself and piss me off. do you want me to hurt you?"

"no!" you shake your head, desperately leaning forward to bury your head in his chest. he presses you closer, and you deeply inhale the comforting smell of his cologne. scratch your cheek against his beard like a cat. there's something so oddly comforting about this, even when you know he's mad at you. something about it is making your brain feel fuzzy— a kind of feeling that can only come from a grown, mature man. maybe that's what prompts you to mumble your next words, hoping to soften the blow of his wrath.

"pleeeaaase, dad." you whine, voice soft. he tenses under your body, and you immediately feel scared. you don't actually want to make him uncomfortable, you hope it doesn't. his chest rumbles with a chuckle.

"oh that one's new," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, "is that supposed to make me feel sympathetic? you think i'm your father, baby?"

shit.

your heartbeat rises again, and he hears it. loud and clear. there's been a bit of a dynamic between you two, but you've never said something so directly out loud. and neither has he. but the 'father,' that's what gets you. and he hears the hitch in your breath, and the smirk that appears on his face is downright evil.

"oh you like that, huh?" he pulls your head back again, grabs your jaw. makes your lips pucker up. "is that what you want? you want me to be your father? you want dad to punish you?"

"fuck—" you breathe out, eyes squeezing shut. he thumbs your bottom lip, and your mouth snaps open. he slips his thumb into your mouth and you suck, head feeling fuzzy. your hips start gently grinding against his thigh, and it makes him moan.

"my stupid girl," he huffs with a chuckle, pulling his thumb out. you chase his hand with a whine, "what will i do with you?"

he presses your mouths together and you moan into his, crumbling in his arms. you're relieved that it worked, you won't get punished. as you pull away for air, his hand pulls back and smacks you across the face— making you gasp. you look back at him, wide eyed, and there's not one bit of remorse on his face. your cheek stings, the skin there feels hot. you're more in shock than you're hurt. he pulls his hand back again and you flinch. he chuckles, lowering his hand to your thigh.

"you're gonna make yourself cum on my thigh," he says calmly, but you can sense the threat behind his words. his thumb gently rubs against your skin. "and if you fail, dad will hit you again. you don't want that, do you?"

your lips wobble and you sniffle, nodding. your hips begin to move on their own, albeit messily. and you hope you don't disappoint him again.

it's going to be a long night.

for matt fans, girls with daddy issues and murdock circle

@deermurdock @fairymurdock @foxmurdock @https-murdock @jellyfishmurdock @kit-murdock2 @bunmurdock @lambmurdock @parker-murdock @pupmurdock @sirenmurdock @starmurdock @swanmurdock @moth-murdock @bumblebeemurdock @mewmurdock @froggy-murdock @sharkymurdock

[watermelonlicker]

Seeing the public’s reaction to the picture of Harry is hilarious, but if it’s a fan pic or something unplanned, I’m worried about how his team might react to all the attention it’s getting. They might double down on the straight narrative. That would be so obvious.

a lot of the pics of harry we’ve been getting in succession are intentional. there’s a few genuine ones that slip thru the cracks like the one where he was literally shouting at those stalkers but something like this was given to popcrave by his team. if you scroll thru their account they’ve not posted any of the other pics we’ve seen lately. they mainly only post him when it’s time to promote something like a lot of others.

my gc have been theorizing maybe it was a lil test to see how the gp would react esp since it’s been the general belief he’s been in contract negotiations to get more freedom so maybe it is a soft queer launch like the og anon said. h&l are a team and do nothing without deciding on things first and since they both are working on albums this year maybe the agreement is to allow harry to finally be himself while louis distances himself with his het stint so they aren’t breaching any of the contracts regarding larry. some people have also theorized a friend soft launch so idk but im gonna be hopeful cos god the fandom’s been fun as fuck today

[zvahlne]

thoughts on dante ? (im sooo normal about him i swear)

I LOVE DANTE I LOVE DANTE I LOVE DANTE i'm so happy you asked about dante. i am also so incredibly normal about dante. i have been sincerely hoping someone would ask me about dante so i can talk about this!!!!!

thoughts on dante CAN be summarized by twilight sparkle's "B.B.B.F.F." from friendship is magic.... my big brother best friend forever <3333

...but more under the cut! i yapped but i can't bear to trim it. love dante too much. (surprise down there though for those brave souls who continue...)

i actually SUPER SUPER SUPER love dante because my darling aphmau oc was/is his little sister (and gene's of course!). not at first; it happened super impulsively on a hypixel rp because she had blue hair and other people were doing it (making their ocs canon characters' siblings). she had dark blue hair, dante had blue hair, gene had black... it was the obvious conclusion for a group of 10 year olds.

but it was so formative for me that i can't look at dante (or gene!) without thinking "my big brother!!" to this day. the wave of love and comfort that washes over me when i see dante is. man. i get so overjoyed when i see other people posting about him because he's so lovely and he's my big brother and he deserves all the posts in the world frfr I LOVE YOU DANTE WAUGH

fun fact: i almost named this blog "dantes-little-sister" in honor of that oc (and how much i adore dante)! zvahlne won because it was shorter, mostly. ...also i think it looks cool.

and now. okay i really hate to say this considering The Circumstances. the Situations. the Lore. but i wish i REMEMBERED more about dante 😭😭 it's been so long since i've watched stuff where he was a focus, a lot of the details are fuzzy now!!

i love love love dante though. mystreet dante especially, even though they definitely. i understand some things were lost in translation. just a couple. uh. LMAO. but i can't ever hate him; he's my big brother! i was a mystreet kid first, so that dante was the one i first latched onto. i CAN recognize the character assassination that happened but also you must understand. that is my big brother. can't hate him.

i'm so so so so so excited to get back to him in my rewatching, i miss him SO MUCH. even when i wasn't watching aphmau for a few years, i thought of him a lot!

i remember the first time i watched MCD, the timeskip was utterly devastating to me and he ended up being the biggest reason why (WHICH GENUINELY SHOCKED ME AT THE TIME). i really felt like i had missed out on my big brother's life. and i KNEW he was a minecraft character, but seeing him so much older than the last time i had seen him in an INSTANT? FUCKED ME UP!!! it was such a gut punch for me. i felt like i had lost so much time with him. he was so old....... MY BIG BROTHER...... :(((

i have a feeling i am going to get gut punched again lmao (I'M TEARING UP THINKING ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW??? brain, i'm telling you, he's blocks..... /lh)

man. i love dante. i think he's so great. he lives in my heart forever and always will. my bbbff!!!!!

(i'm so serious about the bbbff thing i've been calling him that for almost a decade now)

(a lot of these feelings can be echoed for gene, buuuuut with more. uh. baggage??? You Know How Gene Is. it's complicated. dante is all love and sunshine and joy and comfort though<3 mystreet gene is pretty chill, i even wrote a fic with him and the mentioned oc semi-recently lmao)

um. to make up for no real intellectual dante thoughts at this time, oops all weeping, please take this warmup i did of him a while ago (s1 mcd dante! he knocked you over 🩵)

[cairafea]

jeon wonwoo is such a good gamer that he speedran going to the military

[sh1-n0bu]

i fucking knew americans were dumb

edit: i have found out thru tiktok that books such as ‘great gatsby’ ‘handmaidens tale’ ‘to kill a mockingbird’ ‘lord of the flies’ and such are going to be banned in the us and the white house is demanding a recount/revote. those of you who are in usa, do what you can do, stock up on your medications if you can, engage in community that you’re a part of, create a safe space for yourself and those you know. learn about legal issues and ways to protect yourself if the project 2025 does end up happening, educate yourselves on legal rights and your human basic rights and which law protects it in which way. this may have disappeared in the tags but if you support trump or have voted for that thing get THE FUCK off of my blog

second edit: those of you who gave your votes thru an email or online voting, CHECK YOUR EMAIL AND MAKE SURE YOUR EMAIL IS TRACEABLE. there has been news of emails being unable to be found, identified or traced back to yourself. check and check again. if there are any issues, file a complaint

[anakindoodles]

Anakin vs. Obi-Wan and moments before sudden doom

Please click for better quality!!

[cacaocheri]

this was supposed to be one drawing!! ONE DRAWING!!!!!!!!! but every time i draw them i can't stop i need to keep going

[slamrink]

Nothing to see here just steph stealing glances of klay like he’s afraid he’s going to get caught 😃😃 (via namxsj on twitter )

[keylimeart]

your decorating habits are unsafe at best, Kate Bishop

[kulliare]

tagged by @shrips for 9 books you'd like to read in the new year! ty for the tag-- i tag @halfagod @albatrossisland @eponine119 @tru-lyly

[potatobugz]

i feel as if im going mad so im going to just put this out here. real quick. movieunleashers starters ramble.

i cant stop thinking about how mudkip broke down in that one scene in "Typomaniac," when Chespin called him mean. for a second he lets his mask slip a little bit and to me he just... acts his age. he starts crying and calls chespin mean back. maybe im just hyperfocusing on this one detail but mudkip is about 12 years old.

and that just makes me wonder what happened in this guys life that brought him to where he is now. and it makes it all the more tragic how his whole world revolves around chespin, but he is the one bringing him the most pain. and how young he was when he died.

there is a large theme of growing up in "Rare Candy." the characters ages are emphasized in that particular episode, and one of the main conflicts is fennekin wanting to evolve faster.

the thing about characters in these stories is that they're not allowed to just be kids, to have a childhood. so many bad things happen to them. like. mudkips whole, Everything. fennekin when she was famous in typomaniac, or dealing with her own insecurities/pressure from society about her relationship w chespin. and chespin always having to shoulder his friends problems & always somehow managing to stay positive despite everything.

why cant they just. play video games. eat ice cream or something. go to the movies

at the end of the day, i think both mudkip and fennekin are characters who grew up too fast. by distancing himself from them, chespin refused to follow in their footsteps and just wanted to stay a kid.

good for him.

[deus-ex-mona]

ok yk what. now that i’ve had some time to process nghy canon, considering the current pacing of gen retcon, i think their next step is as ✨clear as day✨

i really like seeing them happy together, but i truly do think that they should divorce and either live the rest of their lives as single besties; partners in hero/heroine-isms, but better off as just friends, or go their separate ways for a bit and get back together when they’re a little older and wiser, staying together for good this time around, as each other’s first and last boyfriend/girlfriend

[biohazard-inevitable]

Hair

They say that hair holds stories, that the style is what makes a man.

They say long locks make you a pansy and a real man should have it short lest they be mistaken for a girl.

Where I grew up, every man buzzed their hair down.

It was a shame for it to be long and shaggy, and mothers would fuss over you, insisting upon a haircut.

For girls, it was fine.

They could have hair as long as they wanted or as short as they needed, so long as it wasnt buzzed as short as a man’s.

Being anything else just wasn’t a thing round these parts where churches chimed every sunday, pastors clammoring around resturants and filling their quotas in a single lunch.

So I buzzed mine.

I tried as hard as I could to seem as manly as possible

To appear as bull of a brute as any cowboy should.

I wore all the boy things and had all the short boy hair.

My scalp was sensitive anyways, so I thought it didn’t bother me.

It was better shorter.

Wasnt it?

I still gazed and clammored about the anime boys I saw on screen or in Otome games though.

I gushed about how pretty they were with hair down their backs like a silken curtain, or whipping wild through the air like the mane of a lion.

Legolas was never deemed as not manly enough

Beither was Zen or inuyasha or the undertaker.

A crush, I supposed.

Because of course thats all it was.

I was a gay little boy with gay little crushes and my type was men with long, Beautiful hair.

Right?

My hair was a dull, discolored brown from the shimmering blonde it used to be, the blonde I remember from kindergarten.

I tried to return to that blonde with bleach.

My school didnt allow unnatural colors, so anything was better than that matted, oily brown.

Shaved short and as platinum as a ken doll, I should have been as man as ever.

4 years, I stayed like that, and while the short hair was easy to take care of, I felt as hideous as a pile of sludge.

It didnt matter if I was loved for my looks, I supposed.

Wouldn’t that be too vain of me?

Boys weren’t supposed to care about what they looked like, they werent supposed to coo and admire Beautiful hair or seethe in jealousy that their sister looked so much better and has such long, goregous hair.

It wasn’t until after high school that I began to explore.

Covid let me grow my hair out more, though I still trimmed the sides.

I let my bangs grow long and shaggy over my face, like a veil to hide me from the world.

Eventually I dyed it again, this time going with that green I had always wanted to try, the one I had seen on my favorite youtuber growing up, fluffy and emerald.

Still, for years more, I kept it short. Only allowing that fringe to hover over me as some sort of style.

Recently though, I’ve realized I want that hair that those anime men had.

I want that soft curtain rolling down my back like waves of an ebony river, flecks of mossy green dotting it like a miasma of toxin flowing through the oily black stream.

I want the hair like the ring girl

The people around me are foolish and prudent to think the length of ones hair makes you more or less of a man.

I know that now, and I’m glad I do.

I want to stop pretending not to like things

[aggressiveguitarnoises]

how to celebrate ur birthday or other holidays alone as a choice without making everyone concerned and offended