#they're super fun

[conjuring-ghouls]

I was tagged by @meliiiora and @blueghoul​ to share 5 songs i have on repeat! (thank you so much for thinking of me! 🥺🖤)

Tagging (no pressure, of course!) : @sxnnelysister @gholou @terzosghestie @copiasghoulfriend @terzosprimemoverr @cardi-c and whoever else would like to do this!

[fluffyartbl0g]

Everytime I go into the Zosopp tag, I just see people SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING about the lack of posts IN the Zosopp tag. THE ZOSOPP ECONOMY IS IN SHAMBLES

[sunnymainecoonx]

I know damn well I misunderstood the assignment but we roll, I'll understand it some day

It's killer and dust btw. If you couldn't tell. Which you probably couldn't.. forgor to say but shhh 🤫 Killers having a convo with himself..

..I kinda wanna change my url but idk to what

[hivemindscape]

im a big fan of esper powers slipping loose in harmless ways when they're happy

[hey-heigo]

taking first watch

the wip doodle and lineart. in my mind they're waiting to get picked up by the future foundation at a safe location (the airport) and trying to get some rest before then - out of the three of them, byakuya is faring the best (kyoko hasn't been sleeping well since even before the last two trials, makoto fell down a trash chute) and so volunteered for the night

[javierduffy]

silly drawover because i missed them :]

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - The Caribbean

[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[akisyu]

A bit late to the trend (the curse of being a slow artist) but have some Polish and Sardinian Miku to celebrate the Brazilian (and from all over the world) Miku trend!

[hellmandraws]

I recently watched Gargoyles for the first time, and I immediately knew I had to draw them because every single gargoyle design on this show kicks ass.

[roadstostray]

fellas is it gay to be a ghost

[collarful-clover]

The one samurai dude from vocaloid

[shartfinz]

coming out

(text cuz I know my handwriting is bad and the pen I used doesn't help: "as long as you're happy, Lu, it doesn't matter to me! You're still my brother"

[palskippah]

Hi, you know those Bowuigi fics where Luigi has to watch over Bowser after he's turned tiny? Love them so much ajskjda

[deadbiwrites]

This is for the lovely @ekingston who yeeted me at her multi-fandom flash challenge!

I spun the magic wheels and got "Action + On a Flight + Scarred Knuckles + Second Chance Romance" as my guidelines, and I gave it a go with SuperCorp (because they still live utterly rent-free in my mind)- really hope y'all enjoy!

(It's called 'Flight')

It’s almost too late, by the time Superwoman arrives on the scene. 

She’d been all the way uptown, handing a Maaldorian their own ass on a platter with the assistance of Dreamer when she’d heard the yelp, then the scream.

And she knew that scream.

She rips up through the air, and she can already hear J’onn and Alex complaining about the cost of the broken windows the DEO will be footing the bill for as she nears supersonic speeds, and pushes, pushes herself to get there faster, faster, faster, and-

There. There she is.

Falling from a balcony. Again.

If she wasn’t scared nearly breathless, Kara would laugh.

She flips midair, shooting down under the falling woman, and gets her arms scooped under her knees and back before slowly decelerating the fall.

She can hear the snort as Lena realizes what’s just happened.

“Miss Luthor, we really must stop meeting like this,” Kara murmurs, fighting a smile.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Lena demures, heart still racing despite the wry smirk. “I think it keeps things exciting, Superwoman.”

“I could do with less excitement when it comes to you,” Kara says, landing them both safely on a nearby rooftop.

Lena huffs a laugh as she settles back onto her own two feet (one of which is conspicuously bare). Kara can tell that she’s badly rattled, with the way she half staggers to sit on the roof. Wordlessly, Kara sinks down beside her and extends a hand, and Lena latches onto it with a shuddering breath. “Thank you, Kara,”

Kara gives it a gentle, grounding squeeze. “Always.” They’re quiet for a few minutes as Lena’s heart rate returns to the realm of normal. “So what happened?”

Lena chuckles. “Would you believe that I slipped?”

“Slipped. Off of…?”

“The balcony.”

“Ah. And, how did you slip off of the balcony?”

“I really don’t want to tell you,” Lena chuckles. “You’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

“Probably so,” Kara agrees, flopping dramatically onto her side as Lena shoves her playfully. “Well now that you’ve assaulted me, I feel like I earned the right to know. C’mon, out with it.”

“God, you’re ridiculous,” Lena grumbles. Finally, she sighs. “My shoes are new, I hadn’t worn them before, and they’re… a bit uncomfortable. So I was leaning over to take them off, I thought that maybe the cool concrete would help, and-” She looks almost pained. “Well there’s been a bird with a nest, out on my balcony…”

Kara claps her free hand over her mouth to stifle a snort, keeping the other firmly interlocked with Lena’s even when she tries to shake her off. “Nooooo…”

Lena sighs, very put-upon. “The bird startled me, I jumped, then I stumbled and fell backwards over the wall.”

“Golly,” Kara giggles. “You really do have all the worst luck, Miss Luthor.”

Lena hums thoughtfully. “Oh, I don’t know. It did end with me in the arms of National City’s favorite hero. Holding her hand, even.” Her thumb swipes across Kara’s knuckles, more scarred than the last time their fingers were laced like this. “I wouldn’t say that that’s bad luck.”

If Kara could blush, she would. “Why Miss Luthor, what will people say?”

“What they always did, probably,” Lena muses. She peers over at Kara. “Why didn’t we ever do anything about that, Superwoman?”

“You know why,” Kara sighs. “It wasn’t safe, for either of us.”

Lena hums a low, contrary note. “Who said that?”

“The smartest person I’ve ever met,” Kara chuckles. “You.”

“I seem to recall you saying much the same,” Lena says, thumb still swiping patterns over the back of Kara’s hand. She stares into the distance, squinting against the fading light. 

“I did, because you were right. It’d be a big risk, all the time.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

They can leave it here, again. Kara knows that they can keep that distance that keeps them both just that much safer, just like they always have. They can continue weaving in and out of each other’s lives forever, keeping close enough while never going where they long to be.

“Although,” Lena says thoughtfully. “I don’t suspect that the bird today was a shapeshifting alien. Or a supervillain.”

Kara’s heart starts a steady uptick in rhythm. “Probably not an agent of a business rival, either. Or an assassin hired by either of our families.”

“Mother is creative, but typically reserves her post-mortem assassination attempts for special occasions, like bank holidays or my birthday.”

“And the one on April Fool’s Day- that one was especially good.”

“Oh, I found out that was Lex, actually.”

“Oh, that makes more sense. I couldn’t see your mom celebrating April Fool’s Day, even with a hitman dressed as a clown.”

Lena snorts at the memory. “I still don’t understand how he got past security. Though the baton disguised as a balloon animal was a nice touch.” She sobers a bit and looks intently over at Kara. “My point is, I could get killed by a stray bullet, or a car crash, or a hitman clown, or a fucking bird. Or… it could be because of who we are. But…”

“But?” Kara prompts softly, heart in her throat.

“But, with 10 long years of perspective, you- we- would be worth the risk,” Lena says, eyes locked with Kara’s. Her hand shakes slightly in Kara’s, but her grasp stays sure. “I don’t want to die. But I certainly don’t want to die regretting that I let myself miss out on you because we were afraid.”

Kara’s gaze darts between her eyes, and when she doesn’t see an ounce of anything but warmth and longing and love, she stops hesitating, leans forward, and meets Lena in the middle as she leans in too.

And after the years and years and years Kara Danvers has spent wondering what it’d be like to kiss Lena Luthor, even just one time, she finally finds out. 

And it’s like coming home.

[yurozo]

resident evil (university au headcanons)

a/n: this is purely based on the beginning of my last year :( feeling bittersweet

chris redfield: a third year sports medicine/kinesiology student. if you're looking for someone who almost always has a water bottle full of creatine in his bag, chris is your guy. he's never the type to dress up, especially because he insists on 8am lectures to 'increase his productivity', so he's usually in sweatpants and under armour compression shirts. he joined the rock climbing club at claire's insistence of getting involved around school, but is unfortunately still getting the hang of it. it's hard to lift all that bodyweight, so the majority of the time he just hangs there. has very little social life. he'll go to a party, drink a single beer, then leave. turns women down because it would mess with his schedule. he's paying a lot of money to be there, and save for a bit of attitude towards his professors, he takes his studies seriously. diet-wise, this man preps like a mfer. protein peanut butter shake at 7.30 am no exceptions, within a 20min time limit of his workout. the dorm fridge has an ungodly amount of boiled eggs. toxic trait: does that white man hand raise when he has a question, and usually only thinks about what he's going to say after his hand goes up. jill valentine:

sociology major, criminology minor. has her schedule perfectly planned out so nothing is before 10am. she can and will ignore chris' pleas to meet her on campus beforehand, usually preferring to go for a coffee before a lecture. is never seen without some source of caffeine in her hand. jill isn't a huge fan of sociological theories, instead choosing to focus on the statistics aspect of it.

her dorm room is an absolute nightmare. there is not a single space on her floor that is not covered in clothes, but has no shame in bringing people over despite this. she'll just kind of awkwardly shuffle them away with her foot to make a pathway.

isn't part of any clubs, mostly because she can't be fucked for that kind of socialization. people always hit on her during class anyways, so it's not like she's hurting for company. she usually hangs out with chris or claire on campus, goading chris into doing something with her or letting claire drag her along into studying. toxic trait: has a windowsill full of empty monster energy drinks. leon kennedy:

a math major, criminology minor. has absolutely handed in multiple sheets of homework with tear stains in the corners. for how nonchalant he seems to be on the outside, he really does take his studies seriously, and always shoots for a perfect gpa. he's primarily seen haunting the third floor library, always looking like he's in a perpetual state of agony.

despite all the silent attention he gets from people during lectures, he does not entertain it whatsoever. the man is there to learn. he has one class with jill where they sit in complete silence together save for a couple of witty jokes at the professor (or other students) expense. the professor both loves and hates him. he's a frequent visitor of office hours, but his assignment is always printed and crushed in his fist. he's had a few short-term girlfriends in university, but nothing long-term. he firmly believes that he has rizz, but he does not. most people just let it slide because he has that attractive weird aura around him. toxic trait: unironically shushes people during a lecture. claire redfield: engineering major, communication minor. another person who takes her studies fairly seriously. the fortunate thing about claire is that she doesn't particularly have to try, the good grades just descend on her from the heavens. it makes chris furious. however like jill, she is not a fan of mornings and is usually seen frowning angrily at the board.

has a friend with a house off campus to store her bike so she can fix it up on her days off, using her engineering notes of course. she's part of a few clubs, but isn't fond of being part of leadership or anything. claire goes purely for the vibes.

goes on a couple strings of dates with guys, but always refuses to go out with people from her classes. she's seen it crash and burn so many times that she's not doing herself. will, however, recommend other people to her brother. toxic trait: pulls up to campus at 9am with the loudest motorcycle engine known to man, and always slams her helmet down on her desk when she sits down.