#they're fun to contemplate

[bluerose5]

If I start writing Gale x Anders, I'm blaming discord.

[fluentisonus]

[merakiui]

🐙 Azul's tentacle anon

Oughhh i read ur fem riddle fic and OUGHGHGH ITS SO DELICIOUS now i have some brainrots about party animal floyd shhssh

Party Animal Floyd who starts developing his obsession the moment your romantic love for him starts fading away. You're already becoming distant from him, and once he noticed this, his entire personality starts doing a 360 spin.

Jade's so gentle and caring always holding you close to his chest whilst the old Floyd just leaves you around for anybody to take, not giving a single damn to the point you start wondering if you had dated the wrong twin, Floyd will fix that. He stops his partying antics and had the entire apartment go from a messy waste-filled ruin to a sparkling white mansion devoid of any stains. He's doing all the chores for you, he starts cooking breakfast early and he starts joining you in the morning shower, trying his hardest to replicate his brother's gentlemanly mannerisms.

Riddle's so serious about relationships and expressed to be loyal forever to her partner, unlike the old Floyd who sticks his dick into one girl to another, leaving you to rot in his room tears streaming down your cheeks and tuining your beautiful mascara. He will fix that, no matter what. He gets a job at a close friend's now successful cafe, ditches all of his side chicks and ghosts his delinquent pimp friends, where the only pussy he would stick his dick inside from now on is yours.

If you leave him, he'd just end up spiralling into a deep dark place, depraved of your sweet loving attention

OMG YES AAAAAAAA,,,,, your thoughts are so good!!!! Floyd absolutely puts in the work once he's made up his mind to be a better boyfriend. It's like he's an entirely new person. Suddenly, you're no longer transparent in his eyes. Suddenly, you're all he wants to see. Now you're his entire world. <3 sure, he may have borrowed some of Jade's rizz techniques in doing so, but he's quite the upstanding eel now (still just as crass, though. He will forever be foul-mouthed and unruly and untamed; that's just how he is hehe).

What if the café job Floyd picks up is at the same place Riddle works? :0 maybe it's a branch of Mostro Lounge or something else entirely and the only reason he's able to get in with his spotty resume is because Azul owns the place and he can pull all kinds of strings. Floyd's genuinely determined to turn things around, so Azul does him a favor (which he will pay back in due time, of course) and now Floyd's donning an apron to work in the kitchen as sous-chef. Riddle nearly walks back out the door the day she sees him standing behind the counter. T_T she's certain the world is against her. What sin must she atone for? Is this how hell punishes its sinners now, by sending stupid, annoying, ugly eels to her workplace and conveniently disguising them as coworkers? If it isn't obvious, she is Floyd's biggest hater LOL.

I like to think that Floyd, though he pesters Riddle and annoys the life out of her, would vaguely and briefly confide in her and ask what sorts of things girls like. Riddle puts two and two together and figures out rather fast that he's trying to make it up to you. Obviously she can't let that happen. She just started wedging herself between you and Floyd, making you question your feelings for him, and now he's trying to be better? He had four years to do that! She's so annoyed. >:(

Now you have an obsessed boyfriend and an obsessed friend who wants to take the place of boyfriend vying for your attention. Meanwhile, you're mourning to your bestie Jade about Floyd and his disloyal behavior like, "Why is he so sex-brained? Why doesn't he just like me for me? What's so good about parties and sex with strangers anyway?" and Jade is a persistence predator, so of course he's taking full advantage of your emotional vulnerability and weaknesses to slip in between the cracks in your heart, slowly but surely getting even closer to you. :)

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Whitepine Protective Services personnel, equipped with what they need to help mitigate Shadow infestations before they spread.

Scouts are assigned with searching reported infestation sites, or "hives", equipped with lights to help see where they're going, and dissuade any attacks. They then report back to their superiors any and all information on the location, and if it warrants it, the exterminators are brought in.

Equipped with a flamethrower, Exterminators are tasked with destroying the hive, burning the building down along with it in certain cases. However, these burnings are completely controlled, being supervised by the Whitepine Fire Department.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the never stop blowing up vhs is where cute twinks go to get harmed

[gryffneedsabreak]

oc concept: lucerra velaryon & elaenor targaryen

lucerra is the younger sister of corlys velaryon. in her youth, she served as a lady-in-waiting to princess elaenor, the second child and only daughter of prince baelon and princess alyssa. the two were close friends, until the princess was arranged by her grandfather, king jaehaerys, to marry lord borros baratheon in a bid to keep the alliance strong. upon eleanor's wedding, lucerra renounced her position as a lady-in-waiting, and returned to driftmark, where she remained unmarried, as a part of her brother's household. many a match were offered for her, as she was a most eligible lady, but she refused every one.

the women came across each other often enough at coronations and weddings and the like, but whatever happened between them that made lucerra renounce her position before elaenor's nuptials seemed to always hang over them. when the targaryen civil war breaks out, lucerra and elaenor find themselves on different sides of the war, as elaenor remains at her husband's side, while lucerra is a staunch ally to her brother, the sea-snake. will their old affection for each other prevent even further tragedies from falling on their houses?

[icewindandboringhorror]

There's always a slight yearning in the back of my mind wishing I had been born in the right place, time, family situation, income level, etc. to have just lived in one single house for my entire life. Imagine being born in a place that still suits you, even through all of your personal evolutions and etc. The idea of deep familiarity with an area because you've lived and explored it for 40+ years, being encased in a web of memories and connections. Being able to clean out your old childhood bedroom and find personal artifacts, to dig in the yard and remember. I know those lives can still be plenty imperfect, but there's just something so seemingly solid and stable and Grounding about it that I sometimes wish I could have.. (At least from my outside perspective as someone who's moved around a bit geographically and even within the same area, never lives in the same house/ apartment /etc. for more than a few years usually.) Like... having a place that is printed upon, fully your own, rather than chronically a visitor, every thought of a space always tempered with the notion that one day soon you'll have to pack it all up again, etc. There's something peaceful about the permanence.

[orphiicheartd]

Considering making an oc of Ace's big bro hmmm...

[destructive-delight]

rewatching laid-back camp was a good idea… camping is not for me, but this anime still makes me crave going outside, travelling, exploring new places and enjoying the slower moments with good food and a nice book, especially during the cold seasons.

[jessicas-pi]

I conducted a vote on which fic snippet to share, and you chose the shipfic I'm writing out of spite!

(Sooo, just for a little context: this is from a short fic set in the same setting as my main Medieval AU, but not in the same universe/continuity as my main Medieval AU. Kinda like what SW Legends is to canon, yknow?)

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“I’m the PRINCESSSSS!”

Ahsoka’s flailing arm nearly hit Rex in the face, but he dodged, and caught her around the middle, stopping her tipsy swaying. “Yes, Your Highness, we know.”

She threw an arm around his neck and squished her cheek against his pauldron. “I’m prettyyyyy.”

“If you insist, Princess.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

She swerved wildly, and he redirected her. “It would be unseemly for me to answer that, Princess.”

“Seemly. Seeeeeemly. Stupid Seemley Ress,” she said, slurring his name, then trying to correct herself. “Stupid Seemly Ress. Resss. Ressss! My tongue’sss not workin’, Ress!”

“So I hear.”

“I’m pretty. And I’m strong.”

“As everyone knows.”

“And I’m tall!”

“Acknowledged.”

“And I’m orange!”

“Correct.”

“AND I’m… I’mma walk on my own now!”

She shoved him away and took two wobbly steps forward before he had to catch her again.

“I can do it!” she whined. “I’m a lady. I’m twen’ny yearssss ol’. I can walk!”

She very clearly could not, so with a sigh, Rex bent over and lifted her completely, carrying her down the hallway. “All due respect, ladies do not get sloshed at formal dinners.”

“Isss no’ my fault,” she muttered. “Issstupid Korkie’s fault.”

“Right,” Rex said, ignoring her and the looks he was getting. Mostly sympathetic ones; everyone knew the Princess was trouble and was used to her getting into worse predicaments than this.

“Korkie says you liiiiike me,” she continued, singsongy. “He says you’re—you’re not sssaying an’thin ‘bout it cause of, uh. Uhhhhh. Clones! People don’t like you. Stupid people don’t. Good people do. Korkie says I like you.”

“That would be surprising, considering the amount of complaining you do whenever I’m around,” Rex deadpanned.

[kakusu-shipping]

The Mario movie has gotten me obsessed with the Mario Extended Family and general Mario History, to the point that I made myself a Mario Cousin Self Insert

[cathymee]

promised myself that i'm gonna fix up my notes from last sy so i can share it with upcoming humss students but i also keep going 'but what's the point'

[potatoesandsunshine]

de rolo children...........

[evilpenguinrika]

i love creating kid OCs of my favourite ships

[35253319]

Prolly gonna sound rlly scummy of me but ARGH 😖

These days I can't help but think I'm a nobody to everybody. And that'll never change cause everyone proves this sentiment in their little actions. And I forgive and reassure them so they don't feel bad but it sucks. And idk how much longer I can take this treatment. I feel like over time I've slowly but surely grown a tiny bit bitter. It hurts to see people having the ability to converse so easily, whilst me, struggling to be transparent even with the people who are meant to be my closest, because I fear frustrating them and annoying them, all of such claims having basis, at least in my head. And every time I see such positive interactions of course I'm happy for the person but I can't help but wander what on earth is wrong with me and why it's almost a sin for me to have those things too, and why I am eternally stuck in this useless position of pining and obsessing and loving so deeply when others cannot give me even 0.5% of the love that I give. Or why I have to humiliate myself and beg for it when worst comes to worst and I'm at my breaking point ( which mind you I have a waaay higher tolerance to peoples demonic treatment towards me than the average person ) and even then I get cussed out for speaking out even though it's painfully obvious ( either I verbally express how deep my pain is or I show it ) how much pain I am in, but either way even then I get the short end of the stick. Then I'm forced to carry the broken pieces on my own that they smashed even more, even when I need psychological evaluation because their behaviour has lead me to such a breaking point I might as well be thrown in some mental institution.

[thinkingofausername]

imagine being jason todd's friend.

he's big, protective, handy. he's got that messy hair with the streak and he's stupidly sexy when he smiles. god forbid laughs. he's sarcastic and sassy. his sense of humor is so ridiculous sometimes. he's incredibly smart. always ready to act, never holds back. he's loyal. he's incredibly caring, though he shows it in peculiar ways. he'd take a bullet for you any day, do you any favor, though he'll bitch about it for fun. if anyone lays a finger on you? they're gone.

imagine him sprawled on the couch, resting after a mission, dead tired, his voice croaky and rumbly in the best way, his hair messy from the helmet. imagine him fixing his bike, his hands working expertly, wielding tools with ease, some oil on his hands and/or face. imagine him being attentive at all times and putting his hands between your body and the edge of something so you don't bump into it. imagine him doing favors and not even telling you because that's just his way of showing he cares. imagine him being soft with kids and animals, dispersing fears. imagine him referencing books, giving you annotated ones, containing jokes he knew you'd laugh or scoff at.

his life is full of adrenaline, danger and confrontation but he'd never hurt you. it would destroy him if he lashed out. he wouldn't be above resembling a sad puppy if your friendship was at stake. so many of his relationships are shaky, filled with miscommunication and violence - if he had a stable friendship he would NOT allow himself to lose it. even though he'd consider himself a danger and contemplate distancing himself for your good, he doesn't truly want to be alone.

he messes with you all the time but you'd never doubt his respect for you. he'd support you in whatever you pursued.

he leaves the charm and dazzle to dick "pretty boy" grayson but the man is FINE. imagine him leaving the shower with just a towel, his muscles and scars on display. it's questionable whether he's comfortable in his own body but i feel like he's not fully aware of the impact he has.

imagine being his friend and attempting to resist falling in love.