#suggestions are always welcome :)

[greenbunny7]

Did somebody say dad Stan au (it was me, i said that)

Soos is used to accidentally calling Stan dad, but now he is his dad

Transcript under the cut

[Kid Soos] da- mr pi- dad, a tourist is asking for the manager

[Stan] I've only been the "legal" guardian of Soos for a day and a half, but if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself

[cometfanfnaf]

DEMON SLAYER AU🪻

Plot:

The hashiras failed and some deaths were important. the exterminators dead, their deaths were pointless. Muzan had fatally killed Tanjiro, but before Tanjiro he managed to seriously injure Muzan. But Muzan took advantage and possesses Tanjiro's dead shell. Muzan thought he would be able to conquer the sun because he could have the knowledge of Hinokamekakura. But see that he didn't receive any memories from Tanjiro. He managed to escape and acquired his previous appearance. Nezuko managed to turn human and become an oni hunter and quickly became a hashira. She already knew some ways of sun breathing, but she adapted some of the ways that she hadn't seen Tanjiro use.

Many things happened with Kanao and Inosuke, we decided to document everything about the previous hashiras, so that important information would not end up being lost, unfortunately several things were lost such as the antidote for an oni becoming human. However, over the centuries, little by little it seems that they are managing to make this a reality again. When walking silently at night on the street you could easily hide in the dim light and fog about you powerful. When Nezuko came across Muzan in the form of Tanjiro, she realized that she would not be able to kill Muzan. She was near the cemetery that made a grave for Tanjiro. She said prayers for her brother's grave and soon committed suicide.

After 503 there seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel, Pete after moving to Japan lost his parents and his brother to omnis. He decided to become an exterminator.

[daily-imbibitorlunae]

drawing imbibitor lunae everyday part 5:

he is not paid enough for this shit

[zarvasace]

Part 3, pages 8-11

Previous || next (not yet!)

[hdra77]

no way i actually made an au out of this zoomed in versions under the cut

im too good with this kind of artstyle

[kaishin-fic-rec]

Let's Go Get Lost (kaishin)

by: speckled_dragon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14454282/chapters/33390519

chapters: 3/3 words: 24,838

Summary:

Shinichi always knew he’d leave when no one needed him anymore. He just hadn’t expected anyone to chase after him.

Lil note:

Canon compliant, post-canon

As a kid, Shinichi has promised himself that despite having a wanderlust, he would stay in Japan as long as he was needed here. But after the Conan predicament, he finds out he no longer has any reason to stay. So he leaves the country the moment he gets his chance without realising that there actually is someone who needed him.

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Tags:

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairings: Kudou Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito

Others: Post-Canon Post-Black Organization Takedown Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Alternate Universe World Travel Travel Post-Conan Kudou Shinichi Happy Ending Emotional Hurt/Comfort Hurt/Comfort Wanderlust

[sleepyboywrites]

@biascatry

I genuinely hope you see this, it says your blog doesn't exist in the search thing so here's hoping for the best that you get notified. But not only may you ask I am happy to deliver. :)

Denial is not a river in Egypt it's spelled differently

Masky is convinced that he hates you, ever since you joined the proxies he's been in nothing but constant annoyance and misery. The more he dwells on it the more he realizes it's all your fault.

You with your stupid hair that looks so soft, and eyes and laugh and smile. You and your infuriating pout and frown and tears. It's making his own job incredibly difficult, not to mention as the one who recruited you, you came to him for everything, he regrets it, he should've killed you. But somehow, some way, the thought of you dead was worse.

What was even worse than all of that was you were avoiding him, he used to have to beg you to leave him to his work, beg you to stop following him. But now it's been two weeks and he hasn't even seen you once and now you're hanging out with Toby? Toby, of all people, that's who you preferred over him. Hoodie he gets, Hoodie, if you warm him up to you enough is surprisingly sweet, but Toby? You were his recruit not Rodgers and that mood swinging maniac should be literally anywhere else than with you. You were annoying enough without Rodgers grubby hands on you and his annoying traits rubbing off on you.

He had given you a glare so intense and menacing hoping to deter you from Toby and back to him. Unfortunately for him the opposite occurred and soon you were sent on your first solo mission meaning he couldn't even keep an eye on you anymore. The entire house felt his rage. As he made sure it was filled with the screams of several unlucky contestants of torture playthings and anyone who brought him any form of paperwork would be horribly berated.

Eventually Toby approached him. "What's your fucking deal dick?"

Anger boils in his gut until he simply swung at Toby hitting him square in and breaking his nose.

"Feel better now? Why the fuck are you tormenting the entire house? We didn't even do anything to you." Toby didn't flinch, he figured his inability to feel pain is why he was sent to deal with him.

Masky shoved Toby aggressively away from him. "Why can't you keep your grubby little hands off of things that aren't yours. He's mine, was mine, is mine, and he isn't ready for a solo mission!" Masky hissed out through his gritted teeth. "Get to the fucking paramedic station."

"All this because you're worried about y/n? Dude c'mon. He's a big boy he can handle himself and doesn't need us looking over his shoulder all the time. Plus I taught him half of what he knows and you taught him the rest, he's fine." Toby rolled his eyes at Masky's tantrum over something so small.

"You shouldn't have taught him anything, you are reckless and careless and the reason he's going to come home hurt or not at all. I can't lose him okay I--" Masky cut himself off. "Go to the paramedic center now, before I take you there myself and throw you through their door."

Toby wiped more blood from his nose and shoved Masky away from towering over him. "Fine I'll go but maybe if you got over yourself and realized how you felt instead of making him feel inadequate and a burden he wouldn't have asked me for help to begin with." Toby said firmly staring at the masked man in front of him.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me, but what exactly are you implying?" Masky exclaimed infuriated as he picks Toby up by his collar.

"Jesus H Christ... Denial is more than a river in Egypt." Toby freed himself from Masky's grasp shooing his hands away as he left Masky's office. "Work yourself out man, stop taking it out on us cause your lover boy's out of town."

You returned a week later and were immediately requested to Masky's office, where surprisingly he hugged you, clinged to you practically. "You're safe, good." He'd then usher you behind closed doors and make you sit down offering you a meal. "We need to talk." Masky slid you a big stack of papers the second you sat down. "Sign these."

"What... Are these?" You'd ask thumbing through the pages absentmindedly. A look of disdain as you look at them.

"Consent forms, nothing too important. Sign." Masky said this the same way someone would talk about spam mail or permission slips.

"Oh, Consent forms." You almost signed absentmindedly before the words registered. "Consent forms for fucking what???"

"To be my assistant, permanently, meaning we do missions together and you are an extension of my authority as right hand to slender blah blah blah promotion, sign." Masky taps the stack of papers with his index. "...please."

"But you hate me? I don't want to bother you and I--" You began rambling and attempting to hand back the papers to Masky in refusal and you saw the other man's eyebrows furrow exasperatedly under his mask.

Masky took off his mask, his head in his hands, fingers entangled in his own hair as he looks up at you pleadingly. "Shut up, I don't hate you, quite the opposite sign. Please."

"THAT'S CODE FOR HE LOVES YOU AND WAS A MAJOR DICK WHEN YOU WENT SOLO CAUSE HE WAS WORRIED SO SIGN THE PAPERS" Toby's words were muffled from right outside the door but that didn't stop you from hearing and flushing red in a weird combination of confusion and awe.

"Shut it and scram Rodgers! These are private matters!" Masky hollers, sighing as he heard several scrambling footsteps before muttering lowly, "He wasn't wrong. I love you, I worry about you, so please. Please sign the paperwork."

[felsicveins]

Here is my Clotto playlist!!! 💙💚💙💚 It's a work in progress but I feel good about these songs ; P

[waterlooletterwrb]

WAKE UP WAKE UP NEW DISCORD SERVER JUST DROPPED

If you're an Adariel (Galadriel + Adar) fan, Lord Father commands you to join us!!

[fictionadventurer]

Considering picking an offbeat (for me) creative possibility to try in the new year.

Radio drama script

Poetry chapbook

Invent a board game

Pick up a musical instrument again

Perfect the bread part of spicy cheese bread

Work on learning a foreign language

Build a kite

Shadow puppet animation

Learn a magic trick

Bullet journal

Collage

Flower arranging

[yuji-enjoyer]

Attempting a comic format for the next itafushi tattoo au post, this time actually featuring itafushi for once

[cherryxrobots]

I dunno what to offer you and if you take requests,but..Hear me out.KITT from Knight Rider (1982) —🚔anon

Today's Underrated Robot/AI is:

Knight Industries Two Thousand (KITT) from Knight Rider (1982)

Fun Fact: The chasing red lights on K.I.T.T.’s front end are said to have been taken directly from the Cylons’ ‘eye’ on the sci-fi show Battlestar Galactica.

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Self Sacrificial Tav: Part 3

The aftermath of the situation with Mrs Redwing, mostly Tav's POV

It took a moment for Tav’s heartbeat to settle down after the encounter with Mrs Redwing, taking deep breaths to calm their pounding heart and calm their nerves. Mrs Redwing was known to be a battleaxe of a woman, spouting her vitriol at anyone she could just to get her own way, she was almost a legend amongst the staff, though up until now none had ever had the moral fibre or guts to stand up to her the way Rolan just did.

Long quiet minutes passed as Tav calmed themselves, their hand on their chest trying to steady their heart, whilst utilising the breathing exercises that they had been taught, slowly their heartbeat returned to normal and the shaking in their hands stopped. It took only a few moments but now Tav finally felt calm enough to proceed with the duties of the day, to clean up the shop and ensure that the reception area was tidy and inviting, wanting to leave themselves a clean space to return to after the weekend.

It took a while for Tav to clean the desks around the reception area, many potions seemed to have been spilled during the day, mentally they cursed their colleagues, telling themselves that they would have a stern word with them all as they should have used the designated spill kits to clean them up, rather than leaving unknown magical residue for Tav to clean during closing. Mumbling with anger to themselves Tav angrily cleaned each surface until it sparkled, throwing empty bottles and scraps of parchment away wondering to themselves at how the desk got so messy within such a short period of time.

In Tav’s fury of cleaning they eventually came to the underside of the desk, taking pause at the feel of an unfamiliar package that brushed against their fingers, this threw them off from their rage at the mess before them. Curiosity got the better of them and so they pulled the bag towards them and held it up, staring at the paper bag with confusion before finally realising what it was, it was from Baldur’s Bake, the most popular bakery within the city.

 It was a mystery as to why the bag was tucked away under the desk, Tav’s brows furrowed in confusion as they inspected it further, gently opening in the bag to peer inside, praying internally that it hadn’t been left there for weeks. It was a delicate operation as they opened the bag, awaiting the smell of rotten food to hit them like a hammer, although they had not sensed any rotting scents these last few weeks, Tav still did not want to face a miasma of mouldy food.

Once opened Tav could see that the food inside was fresh, sighing and chuckling with relief that it wasn’t rotten. It seemed to have been bought within the last 24 hours at least, looking with confusion Tav took note at the items in the bag, there was two savoury steak pastries and one large glazed puff pastry twist inside. At first Tav wondered how and why this ended up here, they had manned the reception all day until Rolan showed up to deal with Mrs Redwing. It took only a moment for the metaphorical lightbulb to spark in Tav’s brain, realising it was Rolan who had stashed it there, half remembering him holding something as he approached them and that awful woman.

A blush began to form upon Tav’s face as the realisation hit them, many people knew of Tav’s love for Baldur’s Bake as they regularly spoke of their love for it, often professing it in a theatrical way, yet only Rolan was privy to the knowledge that her favourite order was a steak pastry alongside a puff glazed one, there was ultimately no way that anyone else would have bought this. When Tav and Rolan worked together under Lorroakan, they regularly spoke of what they craved for dinner when they went home, 9 times out of 10 for Tav it was always the pastries from Baldur’s Bake, something Rolan greatly teased her for.

Amongst the reminiscing of conversations passed, it finally hit Tav that there were two pastries in the bag, indicating that they were to be shared. Rolan never cared for pastries is what Tav first thought as they furrowed their brow once more, then it led to wondering if this truly was to share, if Rolan was finally asking them to spend some time alone together. Shaking the thoughts away and trying to rid themselves of the blush on their cheeks they carried on cleaning, though Tav tried to distract themselves Rolan was ever present in their mind, wondering if he was trying to proposition something or if he was just being kind and buying extra for them.

After the cleaning had been completed, the books had been settled and all the other workers were dismissed, Tav was stood alone in the atrium, staring down at the now cold bag of baked goods. The curiosity was eating them up inside, they wanted to know what this gift meant, alongside that curiosity was hope, hope that Rolan did feel the same way Tav did, that it was not unrequited.

It took less than a day for Tav to fall in love with Rolan, the day he started at Sorcerer’s Sundries they knew that something was different about him. Where Rolan was aloof with other people, yet he always seemed to be open with Tav, laughing and joking the day away with them, even after Lorroakan had taken his fury out upon him. That broke Tav’s heart every time, to see such a talented man beaten by a two-bit wizard hurt their soul, though now thankful Rolan no longer had to endure that charlatan’s wrath.

Taking a deep breath, Tav picked up the bag and pondered their next action, should they take the bag home and thank Rolan on the Monday, or do they walk up to his office and mention it to him in the hopes that it would spark something. As they stood at the foot of the stairs to Rolan’s office the small ball of anxiety in their chest began to grow again, causing their heart to flutter once more, Tav closed their eyes and calmed themselves before hearing a deep voice echoed from atop the stairs, shocking them and distracting their nerves.

“Ah Tav! Why have you not gone home yet? It’s the weekend, you should be sprinting out of here” Rolan’s voice was loud, yet it was happy, still riding on that high of banning that old crone from his shop, slowly he descended the stairs and began to approach Tav with a smile on his face, though they should have gone home Rolan was selfishly happy to see them still here.

Clearing their throat slightly before they spoke, Tav reclaimed their composure and joked back. “Well, I could say the same to you, chief.” Rolan chuckled at the nickname ‘chief’, Tav had been calling him that ever since he claimed the role of master of the tower, other staff members had tried to use it for him, but it never felt the same as when Tav said it, it caused his heart to flutter when they used that name for him, like it was a special name only for them two to enjoy.

As Rolan finally approached Tav at the bottom of the stairs they noticed the bag in their hand, his golden eyes widened in shock at having forgotten that he had gone to the bakery for them, mentally kicking himself for forgetting about it because of that wretched woman. Tav saw his eyes widen as he stared down at the bag, they smiled and lifted it up, taking this moment to ask the question that had been burning in the back of their mind. “Did you buy this for me? I found it under the counter?” Tav’s voice was laced with fake innocence, trying to tease Rolan and make him admit it.

Rolan could almost hear Tav’s smug smile as they spoke, they knew Tav wasn’t stupid and had already figured it out, they just wanted to use this opportunity to address the tension between them, exactly what Rolan was trying to do with the baked good before he forgot all about them. A deeper shade of red plagued his face as he tried to avoid eye contact, rubbing and pulling at the back of his neck as he managed to give a response, coughing to clear his throat first.

“I just thought it would be nice if we had dinner together, I know you like that bakery and it was empty, so I went in before work” Rolan’s nonchalant attitude was pathetic, the man had never been nonchalant in his life, it was an act that was painfully easy to see through. A smile broke out on Tav’s face as they saw how nervous he was pretending not to be. Tav placed a had upon his shoulder, squeezed gently and smiled at him, chuckling as he looked up in shock at their touch.

“I would love to have dinner together Rolan, perhaps another time when Mrs Redwing isn’t screaming at me?” Tav had always managed to be light-hearted and lift the mood in any situation, it was a gift that endeared many people to them and what made them fantastic at their job. The tension dropped from Rolan’s shoulders, as he smiled at their comment, trying hard to calm his beating heart as it was pounding so hard that he was almost sure that Tav could hear it.

“We can always try again tomorrow. I can meet you in town, although I can’t make any promises that the old witch won’t be there” His voice was playful as he held his hands up in mock defence, smiling as he heard the giggle that left Tav’s lips. They spoke in hushed tones about their plans for tomorrow, where to meet and what to order as they walked together out of the shop.

The sunrise was just beginning to illuminate the city as they parted ways for the night, Rolan tried to ask for his pastry before they said goodbye to each other, yet Tav slapped his hand away playfully, telling him that they were taking both home and the glazed one as well, calling it compensation for having to deal with Mrs Redwing. Rolan rolled his eyes and smiled, acquiescing the steak pastry he had bought for himself, it was worth it to see Tav so happy anyway. They both waved and walked their own separate ways, smiling to themselves as they thought about what tomorrow would bring them, yet anxiously wondering how it would change their current relationship.

[unhingen]

CAN I JUST HAVE ONE, ONE SHIP MIDNIGHT BURGER??

[theholmwoodfoundation]

Small peek at an upcoming painting! Just the Haunted Quartet having some quiet time on their nightmare hike.

[legendspeaker]

i feel like shadow and maria being romantically a ship vs them being strictly siblings are both wrong. they're qpp.