#so kinddd

[stxrmylxve]

hey baby girl !! it’s me again (i know you dont know) i just wanted to say hello and hope you’re doing better, you said you still have a lot of things to do but hope you can rest at least a little bit, dont worry if you can’t take requests for now you have to prioritize yourself first 🤍

hi!!! you are so kind omg 😭🫶💗

I am! my hand is still healing but i am slowly getting reqs out when i can 😅 make sure you rest up too!

[leclsrc]

keep a place for me was amazing!!!!

1. i love the song u used as a peg omg? 2. it made me so sad. u have a way of writing sad stuff that makes it so real and emotional like usually angst is kinda straightforward . and kinda tries to like play into the tearjerker thing . but urs is so different /pos !! like it’s not trying to force me to feel super sad it’s just realistic and that’s why it’s so good !!! like i feel like i just rejected charles leclerc. i think u really just write well. ur my fave !!!!~ :]

aw! okay 1. isn’t it the greatest? 2. thank u so much ur so kind i can’t even articulateee. thank u so much. ur so sweet so sweet jtm

[mad-hunts]

thinking about making a merrymaker that isn't, in fact, a joker fan-boy like they made him in the comics for some damn reason (LOL) and whom appears to he ironically nicknamed that until you really observe him / get close to him because this man tends to celebrate when he kills someone like some SICK and TWISTED menace to society since to him, this is the only way to keep his daughter alive.

this is because he saved her when she was on the verge of death by making a deal with a death god which ended with him basically becoming a zombie BC this would prevent them from getting in trouble for messing with the living as they ALSO have people they answer to... and this was a loophole to do that + he offered himself up to do literally ANYTHING to bring her back, which made this death god go 'HMM. anything, huh?'

and as a result, made him subsequently become this god's champion by bringing them souls that had somehow escaped them over the years, so yeahhh. eventually, his debt to them will be 'paid off,' but there are a SURPRISING amount of souls out there that have cheated death.

now, how are we feeling about this idea, ladies, gentlemen, and enbies? OH + he's also russian and oozes black stuff from his eyes as a result of being a zombie, as well as wears a plague doctor costume while delivering his uhh. Victims to this death god. so, i'm keeping his motif from the comics, but pretty much everything else about him is drastically different 💀 and he's also a pathologist + surgeon / researcher instead of a psychiatrist

[agapestricken]

[anthromimicry]

[balladofareader]

This is what happens when people touch you

OH MY GOD 😭

[elfiewhore]

your post about the angel just fully rewrote my brain 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 like holy shit. i can’t tell if i want to grab an angel by the halo and make them my bitch or BE the angel getting corrupted.

it’s about the inherent care and love that goes into corruption. it’s about saying i know what you really need. i know it better than you do. you might resist at first but soon you’ll thank me. you’ll thank me for what i do to you. what i turn you into. the dubious consent of post-corruption justifying whatever was done to them to make them the perfect toy for their corruptor. the love and devotion that grows and blooms in the process.

why would anyone put the time and effort into corrupting someone if they didn’t care about them, after all? 😇

- Di 🖤

Yessssssss you understand my vision <3 I'm so glad you liked it hehehe! I just had the thought in my mind of "Huh, halos and collars are both circular things that symbolise a position of subservience" and then it kind of just ran from there. Corruption is the most pure form of love!

[beeduoo]

my cbenchtrio gachas they are completed guys gacha life is awesome i unironically get on here for fun

[lususnatura]

blamore having to wear things like back-less shirts / lower - cut tops and just items of clothing that will allow him SOME sort of free range of movement for his tail in general + will actually not constrict his rib cage may just make him a fashion icon y'all... sorry, i don't make the rules ( nah i'm just joking around with you guys LOL... mostly )

[soapcan18]

We are SLEEPING on Glowing because you can’t just expect me to hear these lyrics and not go insane

[parparparfait]

saw my mutual do it nn thought ill give it a go this yr...

[mad-hunts]

my daily visual and actually serious headcanon for y'all today is that barton does not like cheaters at ALL. and i'm specifically talking about in romantic relationships right now, though i may talk about other kinds of cheaters on a later date. he hates them SO much, in fact, that pretty much the only real instance that barton has ever committed arson was against a guy in organized crime who he had been dating for about 8 months (anddd this guy also tried to kill barton, BUT back to the story) who he found out had cheated on him multiple times with a woman he had been working with.

and as you can imagine, that did NOT bode over well with barton, so he torched his house... with him in it JSJSJ yeah, i know, it's beyond awful + he also came out of there with singed eyebrows and partially burnt clothes, but he honestly couldn't care less. thus, needless to say, i would really not suggest doing it to barton because there is a good chance he will make sure that you regret it xxx / j (i kid, i kid LMAO but still)

[bobzora]

would you guys be mad if i drew star rail fanart

[avengers-rule103]

No One Elses

Sylus goes to get the protocore that will turn him back and MC can’t stop worrying about what getting it might entail until he’s back.

Trigger Warning: Implied assault but it doesn’t actually happen.

“Do you reqlly not care if i become somebody elses cat?” Sylus asked in that low and growly voice of his. Yes, I wanted to answer, but if I had of admitted it the mission would’ve been screwed. He needed to do this, we both did. I tell myself as I sit on the bed that I don’t have any intentions of sleeping in, though the idea of Sylus in another room, possibly in another bed… No, he’s clever, he could find a way around it if that’s what it came down to, unless… No. No. Even just giving thought to that possibility has me up and unconsciously headed for the door. It seems the possessive and protective affects this kitty protocore has on cats also works on their owners as well. Instead of sitting down again, or exiting the room in search of my white haired and red eyed cat, I turn to the balcony doors and swing them open. The fresh air will clear my mind. The fresh air will get these images out of my head. Images of Sylus realizing I was having fun playing with him, of Sylus leaning into my touch as I scratch his ears, groaning, of someone else doing those things to him. Of him holding me and asking me if I was okay with what we both knew what needed to happen regardless, like I was abandoning him, like he wanted me to say no anyway. I hold onto the metal rail, lean my forehead against it, letting the cold bite my forehead, letting the wind from the sea brush my hair off of my back.

I’m finally relaxed, finally not thinking, when I hear the door to the room click shut. I turn, Sylus is standing there, thin, light brown tail swinging behind him with a serious look on his face. I run back into the room.

“Are you okay?” Is the first thing I ask, we might be partners on this mission but we both know where we stand with each other outside of work, and if it was any other job, any other mission, we probably wouldn’t be allowed to work together.

“If that’s your way of asking me if I got the protocore than yes,” he moves his hand to the pocket of his red velvet coat and takes out a stone the size of his palm, if my heart wasn’t beating so fast with a mix of excitement and worry i’d laugh at the irony that the protocore looks like a tiger stone crystal. “It was surprisingly easy, I didn’t even have to step foot in her room.” He places the protocore back in his pocket, tapping it a couple of times for safe keeping.

My shoulders sag as I let out a breath of relief. “So you didn’r- you’re not-?” Both questions fade as I watch his face change, a mix of light amusement along with something deeper.

“You know despite being momentarily…” he hesitates, “hers,” he spits, “I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that right?” He pulls me close by my waist and i can’t help but close my eyes and curl into his warmth. I hold him tight. Apparently tighter than usual, because he pulls away just a fraction, looking down at me. “Were you worried she was going to hurt me?”

Tears well in my eyes as i nod, choking on the ball of emotion lodged in my throat. The images I was holding back so desperately now hit me with full force and I can’t help but let out a sob.

“Shhh,” Sylus coos as he pulls me close again, I look up through teary eyes just quick enough to see his cat ears are down, like his eyes and lips. I don’t need to tell him what’s going through my head. “Sweetie, kitten, she didn’t even touch me,” my head is tucked into his neck, my arms around his waist, like his arms are around mine. “I asked for the protocore and she merely dropped it in my palm, no harm done. I’m okay, not even a scratch, and most importantly I’m back here, with you.”

He holds me like that until the thoughts and tears subside, brushing his fingers through my hair, wiping the tears from my face.

Once I’m put together again, Sylus pulls away, his hands trailing down my arms until we’re holding hands. “What do you say we get off of this damned yacht and figure out how to turn me back, and then we’ll see what we want to do after that?” He raises an eyebrow.

I nod, “that sounds perfect.” I say out loud, swaying our joined arms and finally smiling.

“Just purrfect” Sylus adds with a wink.

[agapestricken]

so... if i had a nickel for every time i introduced a gotham rogue into the DC community on here that other muses can spot are probably more than likely than not a native gothammite because they have a strong accent (which would be russian, in ana's case), i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it may or mayyy not be a coincidence that it happened twice LOL

[zisurru]

ok overall that was a really good book, couple of minor errors (alessandro moreschi was in his 40s when the famous recordings were made, not in "old age"), but the one thing i kind of wish the author had explored when talking about the dissolution of the tenducci marriage is that this marriage started with months of harassment escalating to what i think can accurately be described as psychological torture

your insane dad breaks into your house with a group of strange men, drags you and your partner out of bed and into the street in your pajamas, and then threatens to shoot him in the head while you stand there begging for his life. next he kidnaps you and spends hours screaming in your face calling you and your husband every awful thing he can think of until you stop responding and just sit there in silence. after threatening to institutionalize you, he sends you away to the country, where you are held on house arrest in total isolation except for 3 strangers, one of whom is a man who keeps threatening to rape you. meanwhile your family has published a fake obituary advertising the death of the husband you are going through all of this to be with.

this would doubtless be extremely traumatizing and what effect that would have on a couple's brand new marriage or just their psyches in general is worth thinking about i think