#sooooOOOO

[melancholtea]

I got science and magic, a/b/o dynamics, and drug addiction…. It could be worse but I’m fully prepared for two of those tags, the drug addiction was kinda out of left field, but I can work with this!

Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.

[somewandomnoobtalks]

hello dungeon meshi fandom

[feyrescourt]

No because they really think sjm is going to pair someone as important as az with a background character 😭😭😭

[mishacakes]

I don't watch TMNT so I just assumed cat girl was a new character introduced as a love interest to one of the new shows (hasn't watched a tmnt show since 2004)

WE GOT ANOTHER ONE, BOYS

[suppup17]

idk what to say tbh

[asmoslverboy]

To love the devil; Dottore x GN!Reader.

He is who he has always been. Despite the centuries he's had to accept and embrace his darkness, though he claims otherwise, he can't help but try to hide away from you. Neither one of you's a saint, but through his eyes, you're an angel. CW! Angst, immortal × immortal, Dottore is referred to as "Zandik", self sabotage on Dottore's part♡, dottore being emotional (ooc tbh, im self projecting on him)??

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Dottore has many sides to him that he'd rather hide off from you. For someone so egotistical, so full of pride, you'd never expect him to be ashamed of who he is, who he has become. And he's not— shame, embarrassment— those aren't emotions that he's familiar with.

But fear, now that's a whole other conversation. It's not like you don't know what he's done, the things he's guilty of, his list of crimes, and of unethical desires he's tried to fulfill. It's not like you haven't personally seen him drown in sin over the 400 years of knowing him.

"Zandik, did I upset you?" You ask him as you're sitting on top of his desk while he's in his chair, looking up at your figure. He's been quite distant lately, more than usual. You could easily assume that he was having one of his isolative episodes, but he doesn't seem to be avoiding anyone other than you.

"Hm?" That's all you get from him, accompanied by a raise of his right brow, but his focus soon goes back to his notes, going over them, rambling about how he needs his next project to be the embodiment of perfection. Creating an aranara, was it? Some things, it seems, never change. He was so obsessed with the idea of capturing one of those little creatures of nature, back when the two of you were still students.

The next few hours pass by in the same cycle of events. You try talking to him, he shrugs it off and continues digging his head deep into his research files.

Do not expect any more of him for the next days, weeks even. It's like your existence no longer matters to him. All you see is the man that you've been with throughout basically your whole entire lives, acting as if you were a mere accomplice. He has repeated this type of scheme in the past, more than once, but it never lasted as long as it did this time.

Each of your attempts of getting a simple response out of him, one that requires actual words instead of some grunt or hum, has gone to waste.

You're unsure of what to do. Should you be more worried for him or for yourself? Is this the time it all ends between the two of you? Should you really just give up on him at this point?

"Zandik," you called out, but not to him, nor to anyone else. Sitting by a lake, all by yourself, no one to your company, other than the thousand microorganisms that lived and thrived in the waters. "I wish you would just speak to me."

It's not like you lack friends to confide in. But would anyone be as understanding towards him— the one who was labeled a monster, by all who've known him and by himself first and foremost— after you tell them about his present behaviors?

You laid your head on the cold, wet grass. Surrounded by nature, the collective of existence. You could never be alone in this world, not as long as you believe that everything around you is as alive as you are.

But are you truly alive? If, in the past, your definition of the word was to express yourself in every way, to feel and to be felt, would you consider yourself alive at this very moment?

Another day has come— it seems you had fallen asleep on the ground. You awoke, a couple ducks quaking as they poke you with their beaks. They didn't mean to hurt you, though. And if you think about it, your beloved is much like these ducks. He does what he thinks would best help you. Even if it has opposing effects.

"You shouldn't stay," he told you, his tone felt like it could cut through metal. You were back at his office again, figuring you could at least help him out at work, if unable to help his inner world. He was taking off his gloves as he was done inspecting some ancient Khaenri'ahn technology items. "Do you want me to—"

"I've given you every reason to leave. Yet you still cling to me like a bloodthirsty eel." He cut you off. He has never spoken to you like this (not whilst he was sober, nor whilst he was in his right mind). He was calm, but he spoke as if you were an object to be dismissed.

"Do you not love me anymore?" You wanted to ask him so, so desperately. But the potential answers to that question shook you to your very core. So you dared not speak.

Such conflict within you. Shall you leave him be? Shall you listen to his words instead of pursuing him any further? You're painfully aware of his nature; to push you away when he needs your presence most.

But it's been going on for far too long, has it not? If he's not allowing you to help him, then really, what else is there to do, if not fend for yourself?

"You deserve better," he wrote to you, in a letter that'll never reach your sight. "Your love should not be limited to one who can not accept, nor react to it," he wrote again. But who is he trying to fool? He knows that this piece of paper, along with all the other ones he's tried to write, will be crunched up and disposed of.

Not even once, for the sake of the person who's loved him through it all, will he allow himself to be heard.

[superxstarzz]

needed to draw something self-indulgent so... vriskaposting <3

[dearweirdme]

OH MY GOD…. Tae!!!!!

[chasedeys]

https://www.tumblr.com/chasedeys/771366593456390144/i-need-your-thoughts-bc-im-trying-to-write-a

I think Ja’Marr does really try hard to keep in contact with Justin , but like he’s wise on MULTIPLE occasions Justin never gets back to him and you can tell that hurts him even though he tries to play it off 😭. It’s why he he hold Tee so tight and near and dear to him aww

AJRJAHRJRAHJHRAJHAHR PLEASE DON'T REMIND MEEEEEEEE I AM SO SENSITIVE ABOUT THESE TWOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i will only entertain questions on if i think ja'marr likes taking justin's dick up his ass period thank you goodbye

/kidding for realsies tho again i think they're just shit at keeping in touch lmaoooo and honestly ja'marr probably texts him the most useless shit ever 😭 'i had cinnamon rolls for lunch' the fuck is justin supposed to reply to that really. ja'marr clingy ass and justin just. exasperated older brother trying to do real life shit while ja'marr is begging for his attention please. GOD PLEASE JUST SKDJJDIEKWOSALAWIJWSN NOBODY TOUCH ME ABOUT THESE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IM SENSITIVEEEEEEEEEEE THEYRE SOSOSOSOSSOFJKD trying to distract you with gorgeous paris (?) pictures im sorry i have no answer of substance i can't answer anything seriously about them i love you and i love them but i Cannot

[tadc-harlequin-au]

I don’t know much on how the fan children are conceived but I guessed it was from a prolonged exposure to someone mixing with feelings so I had the thought of gangle being too near Jax with those feelings causing it to be formed (thanks for not blocking me I love this au and would die without it)

Oh, no! No no, fankids aren't formed because someone just had such a strong infatuation towards another that it resulted in asexual reproduction, no no! If that was the case then not only would it cause so much trouble and overabundance, that would also make it non-consensual. Which is something I don't really vibe with.

The fankids here are conceived via soul bonding (do NOT call it 'soul sex' or I will fucking send a pipebomb to your house /lighthearted /joking)

You can read about it more here, on Scarlet's post! It goes in depth on how Puppet children are created, and eventually, built with a body.

I guess you can say, this is kind of like, a sex ed post but for the Puppets in the Harlequin AU

[ivyithink]

[howlingday]

Cinder, singing: Who cares if those orphans are sad/it feels good to be bad-" *Gets Stabbed*

RWBY_NPR: *Loud Complaining*

Jaune, confused: What!? She was singing for 2 minutes!

Nora: I WANTED TO HEAR THE WHOLE SONG!

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Salem: So you've finally arrived... Few people have ever entered my realm of

Salem: Here to summon the Brothers, are you? Such a task will only hasten

Salem: I've been waiting for this. The chance to exterminate you silver-eyed

Salem: Stop skipping my dialogue! I've got some dope ass exposition coming up

Salem: Seriously, stop it! This was the one moment Monty was most excited for

Salem: MOTHERFUCKER, I WILL PUNCH YOUR BALLS OFF!

[ker0senebunny]

matty pics that have rewired my brain ⭐️

[mishacakes]

what’s up gamers we’re being sappy tonight bro

[fairycosmos]

i do think there’s something to be said for how the internet offers a sense of safety and companionship to people who are otherwise marginalised and isolated and who do not have access to any sort of like-minded community in real life. obviously a lot of the criticism of the downsides of social media and the evils of the commercialisation of it is completely true but honestly it’s not easy to give up when it’s the only place you can ever be authentic without putting yourself at risk. like if i didn’t have the people in my phone as a closeted mentally ill teenager i would’ve lost my mind

[im-literally-so-dun]

Hold up

how does Tyjo’s floral kimono fit into the lore