#thank you so much for participating!

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

TODAY ONLY: SEND IN A SUN EMOJI ☀️ AND GET A SUNNY & HERO PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP HEADCANON!!

Hi Fellow Hero Enthusiasts. Sorry for interrupting our regularly scheduled events, but I was hoping you could help me out with a special project. It's Mod Sprinkles' birthday tomorrow, and since Sprinkles loves Sunny and Hero's platonic friendship, I thought we could play a quick game to add a little more Hero & Sunny friendship content to the world.

For every sun emoji ☀️ you send to our inbox for the 24 hours, I will write a Sunny & Hero platonic friendship headcanon (which will be posted tomorrow for Sprinkles' birthday)! And if you have any Hero & Sunny friendship headcanons of your own, please feel free to share them with us as well. 😊

Thank you so much for participating! 💛💙

-Mod Acacia

(The banner of this post includes official OMORI art edited by me)

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

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◇─◇──◇── @stariwrites x Mikoto Suoh! ──◇──◇─◇

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□ If you want my two cents on how yall got together...it sounds like it was a very slow and progressive (idiots?, affectionate) best friends to lovers

□ The trust he had in you to let you portray Homura in your documentary and getting really close through the process to the point of daily banter >>> creeped up on him and eventually it was just accepted that yall were together.

□ Now look, Mikoto looks so serious...and he loses his mind every time you "aw beans" something. The first time it happened he looked at you pretty blankly before he had to try to suppress the smile he cracked. He didn't know you quite well enough to out and laugh at the adorable habit.

□ After having been together for a few months (and being so close for a year or so prior), you've accidentally gotten him to adopt it. And my god the first "zoinks" or "jeepers" he drops in front of the other guys goes over so well.

□  I don't think any of yall let him forget it.

□ He also loves learning about the filmmaking process (or maybe he just likes being with you) but he did stick around for a lot of the process

□ He lets you use his hands/flame as a fidget toy.

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I gotta take this space here to say Ari, my guy, the fits were fire!

I'm curious if Mikoto is ever interested at all in learning or taking part in any other artsy hobbies you might have, serous guy that he is? Like does he ever like to sit down with you and paint or maybe would he help dye your hair?

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Come make my day, tell me about your self ship, and get some hcs of your own.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Never underestimate the healing power of a good meal!

(For @nibbelraz!)

[gottabegenki]

AAAAH!!! I TOTALLY FORGOT TO REBLOG THIS!!! 😭😭😭✨💖💖💖💖💖

Again, thank you so much for your participation! 🥹☕️❄️❄️❄️💖💖💖💖 This is so sweet! I absolutely love this! 💕💕💕💕💕

"Winter hath arrived, trees and lights are alight. What could possibly be more fitting than drinking a hot cuppa joe on this merry winter day. Visit @gottabegenki 's cafe to order delectable drinks and warm fresh pastries! ...also please tip spares for Ramshackle- "

--Prefect, advertising on Winter Holidays

Happy holidays!!!

[verocitea]

“And what happens when they catch a glimpse of you on their radar, huh?” Sonic grinned. “Well, first they’d have to catch me, sis.”

So excited to share my @sthbigbang piece for @skimmingmilk’s incredible underground fic, Relative Dissonance!! Please be sure to check it out, as well as the other amazing illustrations created for the fic by @eclecticjace (x) and @manicpanic-arts1 (x)!

[remindertoselfto]

@gumworthweek 2024 Day 6 - Glasses / Trenchcoat

Finally got around to drawing the glasses prompt! I think Gumshoe would look super cute in glasses, and I think Edgeworth would agree. I have no further comments.

[raens-art]

This is the piece I made for @natsume-ss's spring exchange for @adventure-waffles! They didn't really have a specific prompt, so I just meshed two of the characters they liked + spring vibes. I hope you had a pleasant spring and wishing you a pleasant summer ☺️

[r0-boat]

I will start working on the new me right away!

Complete with a human version and a little chibi little man for you!

Ro's new mascot poll

I am finally deciding to make a new Sona buuuut I don't have an cute animal to become. I have three I wanna do but I can't decide :( will you help?

Edit: any two creatures that are tied I will combine them.

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[captainodonoghue]

BONUS Polin Week 2024 Day 7 ↝ Love Confessions

[randonauticrap]

You did it PERFECTLY!

Okay I'm sobbing. 😭 The end killed me. It's still killing me. I am so sad now, but I am also so so happy you participated in my writing challenge! 🥹🥹

What a thunderstorm you've caused inside me, friend. 🩵 This was beautiful and sad and I love it with my whole heart.

Cozytober 2023 Celebration @randonauticrap Ikemen Prince - Silvio x Reader Tags: Angst / Slice of Life Prompt 14. Lord Huron - The Night We Met Note: I hope I am doing this correctly with posting and participating. As I had this idea stuck in my head ever since I have seen this challenge, it had to be posted. May not be the best, may not brighten ur day (angst!) but oh well :) it deserves to see the light of the day! Anyhow, enjoy!

Silvio was hurrying down the corridor, silently cursing himself for even having to be away from you. He could never get there quickly enough, even if the way itself, was not one that he disliked. After all, this one has been lined with all portraits that, he not only spent fortune on, but also hours looking at. Like the one with your smile that was eternalised while you wore the white dress on the blessed day he got to call you his. And the moment when he was gifted with a fruit of your love, and two turned to three. And another when the family grew even larger. The years have passed so quickly, each year brimming with happiness like no other. I had all... But the years were not kind, and, as if for all that happiness, a price had to be paid. At first, it was the the little things; like where did a certain gift come from? Or when was it gifted? So easy to forget it, after all, there were so many of them over the years. Surely one cannot remember them all? Surely you must have just had a long day and you were just tired. It was nothing to worry about. ...and then most of you... However, as the months stretched on, the little things became bigger. The memories of voyages you have taken, the kingdom you have built, and the promises you made; they were all slowly stolen by time, one by one. Yet, despite it all, your eyes have never changed while you looked at him. So warm and full of love.

...some... Little short of breath, a grace of the old age, he finally arrived to the doors of your bedroom. He had to stop for a moment and calm his shaking hand. With a heavy heart, he slowly opened the doors and there you finally were. Sitting on the sofa, basking in the sunlight, reading a book. Always with a book. Your hands, that were kissed by time and even more by him, slowly turning the page. He knew he would eternalise this moment too in his mind. Was is his presence or something else that made you look up, meeting his eyes. His could feel his heart stopping. You smiled, but it was too polite. And your eyes, oh your eyes, were distant and void. "...I am terribly sorry", you spoke so gently, "...but who are you?"

...and now none of you.

[numbuh424]

@nearsbday : DAY 8 - "THE WORLD"

The world is too heavy Too big for my shoulders Come take the weight off me now. I'm like a kid who just won't let it go Twisting and turning the colors in rows I'm so intent to find out what it is This is my Rubik's Cube I know I can figure it out.

Based on my favorite song that reminds me of Near, "Rubik's Cube" by Athlete. Happy birthday, Near! 💙🧩🎉💐

[yet-another-heathen]

Wick's Whump Drive - I

This is a commissioned piece for @light-me-on-pyre, who was kind enough to participate in my ongoing whump drive for Palestinian aid.

Want in? Donate $5/€5 or more to ANY Palestinian fundraiser, send me the receipt, and I'll write a custom whump drabble for you, too.

Prompt: "How would you write deconditioning?"

[ My lessons on how to write realistic conditioning can be found here. ]

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TW | realistic whump recovery, emotional whump, brief argument, PTSD, flashbacks, intentional deconditioning attempt, implied past character death (whumper)

It wasn't the word itself this time. It was the way Caretaker said it.

"Kneel."

Whumpee went down hard. The mental cursing began when his knees were about two inches from hitting the ground. Too late to stop the movement. Plenty of time to hate himself for following through.

Where his knees hit, the jarring spike of stacking bruises felt like a punch. Failure.

Another. Fucking. Failure.

Whumpee groaned in frustration, hands balling in his hair. Then he was on his feet again, pacing. "Again."

"Whumpee, I think we've had enough for toni—"

"No! No, I need to try again! I have to get this right just once before I stop." He turned again on his heel, leaving another path in the carpet. "We keep going. I just— I just need to keep going."

Caretaker raised an eyebrow, not moving from where he knelt. With that endless patience that was beginning to grate on Whumpee's nerves, "...we have been at this for an hour. Your nerves are getting more and more frayed by the minute. You said yourself that this works best when you're calm."

"And what if I'm wrong?" Whumpee whirled around on him, tears in his eyes. "I keep failing. I've barely managed to stop myself three times this whole week. Out of what? Four dozen attempts? Five? Every time I quit I end up backsliding more and more. I can't keep giving up. This has to work."

"It will be easier—"

"Are you going to say it or not? You said you would help me!"

Caretaker looked taken aback. And just as quickly, his expression shuttered.

"What do you think I've been doing for the last hour?" he asked. "Don't forget— I still get to say 'no', too."

The reminder hit like a slap. Not because Caretaker was wrong. Because he was right.

It had taken everything Whumpee had just to keep making it through the practice sessions. With how bad things had gotten, he barely had the capacity to take care of himself right now. Let alone worry any of the people around him.

Was that how he'd been acting? Was that what Whumpee was denying him? Even the choice to be a part of this?

After standing there for another far too long moment, Whumpee let out a sigh and came back over to Caretaker. He slipped to the floor beside him, folding his knees up to his chest, back pressed to the couch.

Quieter, rougher, "...Yeah. Yeah, you do." He couldn't bring himself to look at him. "I'm sorry."

Although Caretaker didn't say anything, Whumpee could see the moment the tension in his shoulders let go. The fight passed over them like a distant shadow.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," Whumpee murmured. He wrapped his arms around his knees, resting his chin on his forearms. "Between the nightmares and the memories... I'm just... I'm so tired." Quieter still, "I can't seem to get that monster out of my head."

"You've not been sleeping." It wasn't a question.

"...I've been trying to. I really have. But I end up just laying there, thinking the same five thoughts on repeat, over and over and over. Things haven't been this bad since—"

A flash of bright light. Wrists rubbed raw. Whumpee was doubled over, arms wrapped around himself. Screaming himself raw with a flood of relief and despair and a hundred other emotions that he could never admit aloud. Blood spreading on the cement floor. Blood that finally, finally wasn't his own.

Whumpee flinched, twisting his face away from the sight. As if this was something he could just look away from. As if the memories weren't printed into his retinas like the afterimage of lightning.

He took a few slow, steadying breaths, shaking on every exhale. Clenched his trembling hands, open and closed. Open and closed. Eventually he managed a raspy, "...since before."

Caretaker watched, worried. But he knew better than to reach for Whumpee without asking first.

"Whumpee... you've been butting up against this same block for weeks now. I've watched you try everything except the most obvious thing there is. You need to rest." Whumpee opened his mouth to say something, but Caretaker cut him off before he could argue. "—I'm not telling you to quit. I know why you can't, and I would never ask it of you. But there's a difference between giving up, and taking enough time to catch your breath before the next sprint."

Whumpee averted his eyes again, throat working against the burn of building tears. But he was listening.

Softer, "You said this was something you'd be working on for the rest of your life. If that's true, then there's time. For just a few days... give yourself some of the softness you went so long without. Take enough time to be gentle with the man you're trying so hard to save."

The words had hit their mark. He watched as Whumpee's face crumpled. His breath hitched once, and he broke into a sob. Then Whumpee finally reached out for him, and Caretaker didn't hesitate to pull him into hug.

He buried his face against Caretaker's chest, everything he'd been holding back falling apart at once. Pain. Despair. Hope. Grief. All of it came pouring out with his voice.

"There. I've got you," Caretaker murmured, closing his eyes. Exhausted, but relieved that something had finally gotten through. "...I've got you."

[ninjigma]

QuinObi Week Bonus! Part 6/5 - First / Previous

Bonus: Thank you! Track: 'The Wreck of Our Hearts' - Sleeping Wolf (Spotify / YouTube)

They're sailing the world together~

Made one more piece to celebrate the end of the week and as a huge thank you to the mod @kcrabb88 for hosting the event!

Enjoy! And remember to check out @quinobiweek for other amazing works with these two :3

[space-dem0n]

Oh this is so cool!

Murder Drones week day 1 and 2!!

Favorite character and Hologram

[recent-rose]

yknowwww there is something... deeply uncomfortable about the way mel never speaks directly to viktor in the 'build hextech weapons' scene. she really only speaks to jayce. plenty of people have pointed this out already but like the one scene they actually share a meaningful interaction and she treats him like he's beneath her. all this after jayce has emphasized how important viktor is, that hextech is theirs, together. she unequivocally ices him out, there's no other way to interpret this scene. the way it's shot too - from viktor's perspective, looking up at her, as though to reinforce the same belief in him. like he doesn't even bother expecting respect from her - or anyone from the upper echelon of piltover. he's fully accustomed to being dehumanized by everyone around him at this point. sometimes even by jayce, despite the trust they clearly have in each other.

then of course after this scene is viktor experimenting on himself. it's pretty clear that he has internalized his own dehumanization. crazy.