#that line is so ominous

[onionsquared]

IMCYRINGA /positiv

Merridew is not allowed to skip school without telling Roger. He knows where he lives.

[sourscratched]

unsleeping misc

[shimmershy]

Chara Week Day 5: Ghost

Every time I see that machine in the True Lab, I wonder if it could possibly be Chara's soul in there? Probably unlikely, but not impossible... It's interesting to think about what the implications of that would be.

A version with no text and then a version with just the machine, because I think it looks pretty cool and ominous alone as well.....

[greatpistachiopie]

nothing’s more attractive than food people

[lucalicatteart]

A few silly little small sculptures that I made with some of the leftover clay from the main one I did recently

[spiderin-space]

Update Update Update U

[nenoname]

with ford being aware of tbob from his travels, i'm surprised there hasn't been an au of pre weirdmaggedon!bill getting his hands on the book of bill (along with all the time paradox stuff that comes from a dead bill telling his past self exactly what to do)

and the first thing tbob!bill would likely make his past self do is murder stan

[anteakwa]

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

help, my blorbo, he's so oblivious and manipulatable *head in hands*

[ganseyenthusiast]

btw it's canon that ronan heard henry recite The Raven in the single english class they unfortunately shared and ronan was half asleep for it obviously but when he propped himself up slightly at an interesting part henry looked him right in the eye as he spoke and his gay panic reacted so strongly he dreamt chainsaw that night. ronan still doesn't know this

[xalodaxa]

This song from Brain's pov haunts me.

[lezabeththetheodoraimposter]

we’ve got “I’d wondered if I would be meeting you here, Potter.” and “I wouldn’t. Pit Scorpions can jump up to 15 feat in the air.” But as far as villain reveal one liners go, “I guess this means no more custard bursts 😡.” Has got to be the best

[lang-shih-na]

making this one of the first times shih-na talks is sick and twisted i'm gonna throw up

[pencilofawesomeness]

Last Line Challenge

Thanks to @bumblebeehug for tagging me when the last line I wrote is a cool one, lmao.

“Sure, but the exact nature and effectiveness does depend on the individual. For example, for me, it’s not a bluff—” He flicked dismantle off of his gathered energy and tore the curse into three different pieces that immediately dissolved to sludge. “—it’s a warning.”

(Soon, soon, I shall feel comfortable to start posting With the Storm... soon....)

Tagging, uh.... Dang Bee tagged a lot of people already, so if you get double tagged, I'm sorry. Also no pressure as always: @kiliinstinct, @classysassy9791, @thehylianidiot, @xxthe-hidden-spyxx, @phoenix-before-the-flame, @creaticare

[jadeandquartzes]

“It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” you know i have to send u jaceporter for this one

"What the fuck," Porter says, when he opens the door to find Jace lounging in the hallway of his apartment complex. "Did someone die? Did the world explode?"

"No," Jace says serenely, which is just unfair. Porter knows damn well what hour the sorcerer got home last night - he'd been at Porter's apartment till then, after all - and it was way too close to dawn for Jace to be this chipper and alert already. He's probably burning spell slots on Catnap again, isn't he? Fucking casters. They're the worst.

"Great," Porter says. "Then you can come find me in twenty-four hours, or whenever my head stops spinning. Goodbye, Stardiamond."

He goes to shut the door, but it's stopped by Jace's hand, snaking in between the frame and the knob. For a second, Porter seriously considers slamming it anyway, just for the hell of it. Let Jace agonize over somatic components for a few days. That'll teach him.

"What?" he says, summoning up the frankly godlike amount of patience that ten years of teaching teenagers will get you. Even then, it's beginning to run thin. "It's 8:30 AM on a Saturday, Jace. I have a hangover. You're annoying me."

"Hangovers are terrible," Jace agrees sweetly, which means that he's absolutely plotting something, and Porter's probably going to hate it. "I've brought you breakfast, to help you recover."

"And?" Porter asks, in a tone of voice that he hopes sounds thunderous and menacing. Unfortunately, it just sounds tired and mean. He really should have stopped after the fifth drink. "What's the catch?"

"And," Jace says, "we're leaving for Bastion City in thirty minutes. There's a wizard there with a book on naming rituals, and he refuses to sell it until he meets with us in person."

Great. There it is. Porter's going to throw something out the window, whenever his head stops aching. Whether it's furniture or Jace is yet to be determined.

"You can go on your own," he says plaintively as Jace pushes past him and starts blithely unpacking plates of pancakes from a bag of holding. "This is technical magic shit, you don't need me."

"Oh, but I do." Jace's voice is saccharine sweet. It's the same tone of voice that he tends to use when he's about to twist a spike before pulling it free from Porter's flesh. Thank god the man's not a cleric; he's got a genuinely sinister bedside manner. "Because you're paying for it. I handled the last two magical artifacts. This one's on your head, Porter."

"And my wallet."

"You want to be a god," Jace says, pouring syrup. "Eventually, you've got to be the one who pays for it. Now shut up and eat your pancakes."

send me writing prompts!

[liquidstar]

reinhard shut the fuck up man nothing happened from your perspective for like a year. you had plenty of chances to gaze at the damn thing