#then second world title

[dellovestorant]

Valentino 2004, Marc 2013, Pecco 2022 and then Valentino 2005, Marc 2014, Pecco 2023 world championship plaques on top of one another is just...

[viideo-kidd]

Listening to Georgie and Sam's conversation at the beginning of this episode, I'm not sure if I'm convinced that the universe Sam fell into is the TMA universe, mostly due to three things:

1.) No reaction from Georgie when Sam mentions Celia,

2.) Georgie sounding extremely confused/skeptical at the mention of universe-hopping and dimensions, something that was talked about in detail in TMA, and then

3.) probably the most damning evidence, NO ADMIRAL.

[tumblerislovetumblerislife]

For half a second, Edwin’s vision was filled with a beautiful, ethereal sight. Charles had turned his face up in surprise, eyes wide and lips parted, and his brown eyes reflected the cloud of golden shimmers hovering above him. He was bathed in a gentle light, surrounded by a galaxy of tiny stars.

- Like Fool's Gold by @roseganymede95

this is one of my favourite fics (tied with every single other of their fics, of course!) that i recently gave a reread, and this description is so lovely that i just had to draw it <3

bonus, because i can take nothing seriously:

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Otttttto

I ❤️ Medieval torture

[hiimcanadia]

People will be like "ooohh polyamorous people are so weird I just don't understand them" and then you ask what it is they don't understand and it always eventually comes back to "why would anyone date a fat person"

[tiktowafel]

personal lore dump for Shihai Kuroiro!! (where i'm probably a little mean to him but it's out of love guys i swear)

verrry late for his birthday but it's here!! :] love this kid. so many thoughts about him to share

i'll just start with the part that i find the most important - the core of his character, to me, is that he is not what he says he is and not what he desperately tries to convince himself and everyone else that he is.

i'm mostly basing this off of how ultra analysis gives him one of the two lowest wits scores in his class (as shown above) despite the fact that he calls himself "the scheming hero" and spends half his joint training match dramatically talking about trickery and psychological traps - while i like to ignore canon sometimes, this little piece of information is something i could never disregard. it's so endearing to me, plus him apparently trying really hard to seem way cooler than he actually is fits with the chuunibyou archetype he's supposed to represent.

severe headcanon territory & a generally slightly lengthy textpost under the read more lol

now, why do i hc he's that way in the first place? well, basically: his whole life he's admired underground heroes very strongly and ended up developing this very idealized mental picture of the perfect underground hero - a mysterious lonely mastermind who hides in the shadows and avoids the spotlight, quietly pulling all the strings and relying on plans and schemes instead of a powerful quirk and flashy moves. but despite all the dirty tricks they're capable of, their heart is in the right place - in fact in a way their motivations are far more noble than those of all the popular celebrity heroes, because they don't care about fame or recognition, they act out of a genuine want to do good. this is what Kuroiro aspires to be and what he bases his entire persona on, pretty much.

and that's because this is also the only kind of hero he could ever identify with - he was always an odd, withdrawn kid who had trouble making friends. he couldn't see himself in all those shiny charismatic always-in-the-spotlight heroes that everyone else seemed to love. so when he learned about underground heroes, he fell in love instantly and decided this is who he wanted to be, over time forming this perfect underground hero image to set as his goal.

except, again, a lot of traits possessed by this ideal of a hero aren't really in line with what Kuroiro himself actually is. he's nowhere this badass. he's nowhere this smart. he kinda sucks at this whole scheming thing actually! he's sneaky, sure, that's by nature of his quirk - but his schemes are way less elaborate than he likes to make them seem, most of the time they're just ways for himself to catch people off guard. he doesn't have the multi-step coordination-based planning capablity of Kendo or Tokage, the adaptability of Honenuki or the sheer sophistication of Monoma (note that almost all of 1-b's plan during joint training match 2 was invented by Kendo and Kuroiro's only strategic contribution was tricking 1-a into thinking he was gonna target Tokoyami so he could ambush Aoyama instead - which is something yeah but still nothing particularly complicated). and he hates that about himself, because intelligence is something that he values and admires so so much - so he exaggerates his strategic prowess a lot, with his hero title and dramatic speeches and all, and does everything in his power not to be perceived as stupid (often failing miserably). it's out of insecurity.

he's also not that much of a lone wolf, either. he does have a strong tendency to isolate himself from others, which is partially because he's convinced himself that he's destined to walk a lonely path in life & content with it (what's a better way of coping with your childhood loneliness than romanticizing it) and partially because the fact that he's constantly putting up a facade does by itself kinda prevent him from forming proper relationships, BUT he's not really happy this way. he's introverted but ultimately not meant to be alone. he does need friends! and he does wish for a romantic relationship, too! but, of course, he sucks at managing those feelings, as we can judge by his interactions with Kinoko and his general incapability of normally talking to girls mentioned in ultra analysis.

i actually really like that he has a crush on Kinoko specifically because it plays really well into everything that i said earlier in this post! remember that something he admires a lot about underground heroes is that they don't care about fame and recognition, and therefore in his view have the most genuine motivations? i like to believe that odd as it is, he actually has a very strong moral compass and greatly values selflessness. so, imagine how he feels when he learns that Kinoko, whom he already has a crush on because she's cute and she's nice to him and she has a really cool quirk (something something mushrooms like darkness so they must be meant to be), wants to be an idol hero. bro's devastated. those people are the epitome of modern hero society's shallowness and superficiality, and she wants to be one! she apparently wants to spend her precious time doing silly little dance routines and shaking people's hands at conventions instead of dedicating it all to proper hero work! and Kuroiro still has a crush on her! that witch...!

and you see, Kinoko isn't actually a shallow person. what motivates her to become and idol hero isn't selfishness (refer to my old Kinoko headcanon list - some things in there are a tiny bit outdated but my headcanon on why she wants to be an idol is still the same!). except Kuroiro doesn't get to know that at first so he remains bewildered and conflicted for quite some time - and i just think that's funny y'know? he eventually learns more about her (second hand, they don't directly talk to each other much, in canon i think Kinoko doesn't even pay much attention to him in general 😭) and starts to change his mind, probably falling even harder in the process - but still the whole thing is complete disaster on his side. he was always shy around her, now there's also... all this, no wonder he can't talk to her at all!!

so, to sum it up: Kuroiro is intense, he's surprisingly idealistic, he's tragically insecure, and he has some very rigid ideas about himself and the world around him that he probably needs to let go of. he's just a mess of a teenager with a lot of to figure out - and he does figure it out, he does get his happy ending eventually! (a conversation with Kinoko, among other things, is something that definitely would be a crucial part in his,, character arc, i guess? and y'know what, while i do really like them as a couple, i think them just getting to talk things out is a "happy ending" regardless of whether they end up together)

OH and by the way: i'm not saying that he's like, going against himself at all times! he's not an actual master schemer or a complete lone wolf but a lot of things about how he acts are perfectly genuine. his affinity for all things dark is genuine, his interest in taboos is genuine, and his love for theatrics is also genuine! in that matter, it's actually not a phase lol he's just like that :] would be blasphemous to say otherwise, that's what we all love him for..!

aaand this concludes my little essay about one of my favorite 1b kids!! the picture of him that i have in my head is very clear, that's why he's the first character that i chose to write this kind of post about - i'm just pretty confident about the hcs i have for him haha. i'm also thinking about writing a more lighthearted list of hcs to complete the vision (ya know, like the good ol days) because there's STILL so much that i haven't shared since it didn't fit this post - so stay tuned for that if you enjoyed this!! see you next month probably

[niuttuc]

This is now a card that has won the Magic World Championship. In a Demon typal deck no less. Current Standard is Fun.

[kyrilu]

Hob Gadling once told the boys: "The pain fades, believe me. I've been in love so many times now I can barely count them, and you always get over it eventually."

(Meanwhile, Edwin is quietly in love with Charles for decades.)

[danidoesathing]

Strange Trails + Titles Cards

[flythesail]

I think my issue with s2 of andor is going to end up being Tony Gilory cares more about the rebellion than Cassian...

[bumblingbabooshka]

Musings [Patreon | Commissions]

[persephoneflouwers]

I just need to let it out of my system, so there she is

​please dont send me hate for this

This was in my notes. I started writing it after I came back from NYC in 2023. This is unbetaed, unfinished, unfortunate lol but I call it 232 celsius

N-O-W

They can’t climb.

The desert city streets echo with relentless thuds of running footsteps, pounding against the unforgiving pavement. Panting, exhausted breaths out of tight chests feel heavy as they keep running.

They can’t climb.

With every stride, their boots squelch against the wet soil. As Louis and Harry sprint through deserted streets, that belong to the one city that used to never sleep, fatigue becomes palpable, weighing them down like an invisible burden.

Louis got used to the acrid notes of kerosene, but it still burns his lungs and throat.

They can’t climb, but they can run fast.

Sleek bodies and razor-sharp claws, constantly hunting. When they are on, the neon red eyes pierce can be seen from a distance, moreover in the darkness, scanning for any signs of intellectual rebellion.

Metallic paws beat the ground in a relentless pursuit. The sound of their whirring gears and hissing hydraulics spreads as fast as their mechanical howling among the empty streets of a still city. Louis has learned to recognize their rhythmic clanking, as if an army of tiny blacksmiths hammers away at their anvils with precision and he follows it with each step. As they gain speed, the noise intensifies, blending with the low hum of their engines.

Louis casts a quick glance over his shoulder, concern etching lines on his face. Harry is trailing behind, visibly tired and out of breath. He’s holding their baby nestled securely between his arms. The unforgiving wind whips past his faces, making his nose and cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. Their son giggles in delight, tiny hands reaching out to touch the world whizzing by. Poor thing doesn’t know much of a different world, of a better one. Sweat dripped down Harry’s forehead, his hair tied up in a messy bun on the back of his nape. A few curls have escaped and are now sticking to his panting lips.

Louis looks down. He’s too holding a precious cargo as well.

Minnie is hiding her face against her dad’s neck. Poor thing was born in a different world and she’s growing up in a fucking nightmare. She’s scared of the iron dogs, of their unnecessarily dreadful eyes and venom spitting tongues.

Louis stops in his tracks.

“We play the ‘little monkey-big monkey’ game now, honey. Are you in?” Louis whispers to his daughter’s ear.

“I’m tired, Daddy.” She whispers back.

“I know, bunny, but it’s going to be so fun!” Louis says, feeling like utter shit to have to ask his daughter the umptieth effort of the day, the week, of her short life. “Listen, when we get to our cool, little house up there, we’re going to take the longest nap.” Louis promises, kissing her heads gently.

“Alright,” She gives in, “Just hold me.”

“Never letting you go, love. Do you trust me?”

She nods against Louis’ chest, and that’s basically all the encouragement Louis needs to climb the fire escape stairs.

Louis grabs the handle and pulls the emergency escape stairs down. They descend with a metallic groan.

Too similar, too close to the hounds’ animalistic verse, his daughter squeaks between his arms.

“Sorry, princess.” Louis brushes her cheek with a light finger. “H?” He calls.

“Right after you.” His husband says.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, both fine.” He pants between labored breaths. “Just a bit tired. We’ve been running for hours.”

“’K, give me the baby.” Louis turns, fixing his daughter on his back. Like the very good little monkey she is, she wraps his skinny legs around her father’s torso and hooks her arms around his neck.

“Lou, I’m fine.” Harry reassures him with a soft smile. “Besides, you can’t climb these stairs holding both of them.”

“Dada, we’re playing the ‘little monkey-big monkey’ game, remember?” Louis insists. Harry rolls his eyes, ready to protest.

“Lou…”

“Little monkey on the front, big monkey on the back, Mama monkey climbs first.” Louis lists the rules of his game very shortly, he’s already fixing the baby pouch hanging it around his neck. “You know the drill.”

“But—”

“Just say you love me and let’s go”.

“You know I do.” Harry sighs, too tired to complain any further. He passes by Louis, leaning in to kiss his cheek ever so softly, “Thank you.”

“Good. Up you go.” Louis says, feeling warm spread inside his chest.

The world is less of shitty place with Harry in it.

Harry grips the rusted, cold railing, that rattles beneath his weight. He climbs higher and faster, checking down on Louis with their children.

“I like the view from beneath.” Louis says, breaking their silence.

“Shut up, oh my god!” Harry hisses. Louis can’t see his face, but knows Harry is blushing. He always acts like an innocent angel when the kids are around.

“Can’t help it! My hubby is very sexy when he climbs stairs, trees or my bedm you know.”

“You talk too much,” Harry says. Louis feels the smile on his face.

“You love me too much”.

“You know I do.”

When Harry finally reaches the top, gasping for air, his eyes dart in the distance. Louis sees the blood run out of his face. He has no time to ask what happens, when the metallic barking is coming from underneath his own feet. Louis’ heart pounds in his ear and he propels himself further faster.

Beneath him, the hounds are gathered and look up right into him intently. Their clicking noses up in the air make electronic sounds when they sniff. Like ferocious beasts in the presence of their preys, they are already drooling gasoline over the asphalt. The scent of it, more pungent now, knocks Louis’ breath out.

Right in the moment when one of those hungry dogs jumps towards them, Harry and Louis lock eyes. It bites Louis’ leg, Louis holds back a terrifying scream. Harry’s green eyes widen in fear, their vibrant hue contrasting against the pale backdrop of his face.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Harry repeats in terror, trembling legs follows the track in reverse, climbing down to try reach Louis and the kids in time.

“Don’t come down!” Louis shouts at Harry, trying his hardest to hang on the step and protect the baby with the other hand. “Minnie, hold tight, please hug me tight, love, don’t let go”. Louis encourages his daughter.

“Are you hurt?” Harry asks, his voice weak and feeble.

Louis repeatedly kicks down with his other leg until he hits one hound right in the space between its horrid neon eyes.

“Go, go, go!”

[coquelicoq]

me after reading four poems by internationally beloved, critically acclaimed, insanely influential 19th-century poet charles baudelaire: wow this guy's emo lol

[r0tt1ngr4bb1t]

Saw this Pic and it reminded me of Mr. Flower lmao 💀 ( Maybe I might draw this later :3 )

Also Bonus ✨:

[stopmyhearts]

if I had a nickel for every time gallifrey reminded me of marvel's agents of shield, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it is weird

[dubiousdisco]

fr i think they make these like this to ragebait cause what do you mean the ones with more goals and less games are at the bottom