#this set in the normal verse

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[citadelrock]

chloe price 🦋✨

[angelmichelangelo]

ik its been said a thousand times already but. but thinking about how leo had to watch ALL of his brothers die in the bad timeline. how he had to ask his remaining brother to sacrifice himself in front of him leaving him alone for the first time in his life. thinking about how all of leo's brothers probably died surrounded by their family whilst leo died all alone not ever knowing if his plan worked......... weh:(

[theboombutton]

Just finished The Silt Verses episode 41 and am now inconsolable at 3 in the morning with work in 6 hours. Yes I know better than to listen to The Silt Verses at bedtime, but the dark and the quiet and the lure of a new episode got to me.

And there's another one waiting. I can't afford another hour of wakefulness that might bring me to meltdown again. I am weak, but also exhausted. I think I can force myself to save it.

The thing is, it's not even the deaths that got to me. It's the millennia of lonely hungry suffering; and the hope of kindness, and a friendly face making the signs of their private languages, long forgotten. To remind them, even after all the centuries, that they were once loved.

I'm gonna have a pickle and some water before I give myself a cry hangover.

[cheswirls]

early op/dc au fic plot points

in honor of finding my notes finally after five months have passed since writing them and after i just wrote out a huge block of what happens during part one of the fic relying entirely on memory and wit alone, here are some freebie things-that-will-definitely-happen (and just random Things to throw in between) to think over while i'm trying to get back into writing this fic

also tagging @kiteou who created jason/sabo and 100% inspired this verse (please look at their ship art it's all so impeccably goooood)

sabo wears make-up to cover his scar when he goes crime fighting and chooses to hunt criminals in a distant district of gotham to avoid being recognized since he doesn't wear a mask

though he doesn't weak a mask, he does adorn a large tophat with a wide brim and uses the shade to conceal his face from view; when he runs into jason and snarls about a hero not posibly wearing a fucking full-face helmet mask, jason argues back about protecting his identity and accuses sabo of being a hypocrite since his hat also hides his face

jason quotes old literature sabo has never heard of when he's trying to make the most of a situation (so rarely) and sabo scribbles illegible-chicken-scratch words in tattered notebooks when he needs to vent about Life in general (it's maybe his goal at some point to create an autobiography of life in gotham and how much It Sucks, Bad™)

sabo using a metal pipe as his choice weapon reminds jason of damian (he's in his bo staff days) in kind of a fond but wary way - this does not last; at some point the pipe scraping against concrete or brick sets jason off, triggering something in his subconsciousness bad enough to make him lose focus in a fight, and it gets to the point where he tells sabo they can't fight together anymore if he's gonna continue to use the pipe as a weapon

ace and sabo are 19 in the beginning because it takes place in fall, and jason is newly 20 - because of this, sabo is 5'9 and ace 6'0 but sabo wears platform and heeled (the heel is inside so it's not visible) boots when he plays vigilante so he's taller than jason by a couple inches; at some point when ace meets jason he implicates sabo's true height and sabo shouts at him (shut the fuck up, ace!) before ace can finish; even later on, sabo ends up at jason's apartment and when his shoes come off, he stands shorter than jason, much to jason's surprise; sabo admits gruffly that being over six foot makes a person more intimidating, which is his goal at night when facing off with criminals, but also insists that he's still growing (which he is, and eventually he doesn't need the boots to stand at 6'2 properly); even though ace is (barely) taller than sabo (just like he's barely older than sabo), he's still shorter than jason, which rubs him the wrong way (and sets off the comment about sabo's alleged height)

while ace is just trying to survive in gotham, owing nothing to the city that's chewed them both up in childhood and spit them back out again in adolescence, sabo chooses vigilantism in a bid to 'just do what's right, or at least try to'

^ going with this, ace and sabo both have awakened meta-genes that grant them fire powers; ace got his first and is proficient in using his powers - in contrast, sabo develops his after his accident that leaves a portion of his upper body scarred, and refuses to train or even try and control/subdue his powers at all due to his intense fear of fire; this causes daily strife because ace should be able to coach sabo through developing (or at the very least, getting under control) his powers so they don't cause accidents all the time, being the more experienced and honed of the two, but because he's never willing to overstep and always afraid of reigniting sabo's trauma, he never pushes sabo toward what should be the reasonable solution

aaaaaaaa smth smth jason being more experienced in relationships but none of them ever going well, versus sabo who's never been in love and doesn't know how to act, doesn't know how to be vulnerable in front of another person (who's not ace, but even then) or what's considered normal for their relationship status, and eventually having to tell all of this to jason to dispel some worries threatening to make him sick; jason tries his best to insist that sabo doesn't need to act a specific or certain way and that they were going to figure this out together and find what worked for them; in the beginning their "romantic" relationship is super dysfunctional and not much different from their status before when they were just friends, but it slowly becomes more functional when they start to clue in to what they and each other want out of this

i CANNOT find my notes which makes me sick (< actually i did!!! not long after i wrote this which makes me SO mad in hindsight) but in this verse jason runs around with roy harper and artemis crock, who are roughly the same age as him and sabo but have the dynamic they do in earth-16 when they're (sibling) in-laws, meaning, they get along like a tight pair and often will team up to lovingly tease jason whenever the opportunity present itself; when they're introduced to sabo, the initial reaction is them recounting ('oh so this is the boy you're always mentioning') various things jason has said about him and then low-key embarrassing the both of them with their teasing, so it takes a bit for sabo to warm up to them

after sabo is burned by a lighter and his make-up runs, jason believes his old face scars to be part of the fresh injury and rushes sabo to leslie's clinic to get seen; sabo is bandaged up and none of the staff ask questions about the vigilantism that would (tie him w illegal activity) but in the beginning when someone asks sabo a basic question in regards to the injury, sabo clams up; jason has to snap at him that (leslie) was a doctor and not the fucking cops, so would sabo please put an ounce of trust in someone for once and let them take care of him; sabo relents and lets himself be treated

when he arrives home with his eye covered, ace is shocked because sabo never lets anyone but ace bandage him up; ace asks what (the fuck) happened and sabo clams up, flinches back when ace tries to reach for the wrap, and snaps at him to leave it because an actual medical professional treated him for once; ace says smth like 'but you always let me patch you up' and sabo appeases him by saying he can redress the wound later when it needed changing, but right now, he wants it left alone; later ace gets to see the damage and immediately realizes sabo got burned which terrifies him, putting sabo's shying away from him earlier into a new light, and ace takes on a new perspective when he helps sabo tend to the injury in order to frighten sabo as little as possible

sabo lives with ace and rouge until zero year, when their apartment floods and rouge gets sick and eventually dies in the hospital without proper medical care; without rouge, neither of them go back to the house in coventry and instead spend most of the remainder of zero year in a church - despite spending a good portion of their upbringing from that point on around clergymen, sabo refuses to believe in a god that would let him and ace to suffer through life to the extent that they had, and when ace curses 'god damn' or 'oh god' sabo isn't even willing to humor it, always blunting insisting 'there is no god' that ace in turn always counters with 'it's an expression, sabo, it doesn't have to mean anything'

aaaaaaaand since i've been sitting on this intro for a good six months now here's a small actual written pv :)

(if tumblr blurs the ss just click on it and it'll clear up)

[mcltiples]

There's a subtle amusement in Morty's eyes. "Rick, are you scary?" He held his hand out, expectantly.

"I-I've been told that, yes." For a moment, he looked down at the hand. Only then to place his chin on top of it. Instantly receiving pets and scritches. As if he were some loyal cat. "I-I can be even more scary if y-you want me to, Morty."

[tvrningout]

on an unrelated note, be prepared for my kny muses to return with an absolute frikkin vengeance

[youredreamingofroo]

once again coming back to apologize for my inactivity, I've not only been depressed but also burnt out of tumblr 🫠 I haven't been motivated to check tumblr and haven't really cared (as much as I love it here) to just reblog and wtv. Today was a really hot day (for me) and if the rest of the week or month looks like this, then definitely do not expect anything from me (especially as we ease into spring and eventually enter summer), hot weather is my mortal enemy and it's like im fighting demons nonstop whenever summer/late spring rolls around so... yea.

on top of that I just haven't used my laptop in a couple of days LMAO after the play on Saturday, I was absolutely knocked out for all of Sunday and the last two days I've been playing red dead redemption 2, which I've really been enjoying 🙃🙃 which means eventually when I get back to tumblr will probably be rbing rdr2 stuff lmao

cut is just me rambling about the next two games I'm planning on playing after rdr2

also I currently have a line of games (and by line, I mean 2 games LMAO) I'm seriously looking forward to playing on my Xbox/Laptop-

First game is skyrim, I LOVEDDDD playing it on my switch, but I haven't played it properly for sooo long, but I recently saw that skyrim is free on gamepass and will definitely be installing it on my laptop 🥹 Granted, my character in skyrim is veryyyy op and it'll be upsetting to have to restart but whatevs! I just have to do what I always do and power thru battles that are intended for higher levels- and also grind pickpocketing cuz I can NOT live without that skill LMAO

Second game is a well-loved game of mine, ARK, I've played well over 500 hours on my phone and well over 250 hours on my switch (which ofc I enjoyed infinitely more, but nothing beats the nostalgia of mobile ARK LMAO), and when I TELL you I was elated to see it for free on gamepass, I mean it cuz I was SOO giddy, of course I know rdr2 will take bloody forever to finish (at the rate I'm going) but I'm just so excited to play it, especially since I think all the expansions are free as well, which means I can play genesis without paying for it (since I bought the other expansions on my switch- aberration FTW btw)

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[yuelun]

/takes a little breath amidst a quiet dash. Starter call!

Though I have threads/asks to get to, I'm curious if one of these would catch anyone's attention. I know sending in sentence starters isn't always up everyone's alley and it's a little harder when it comes to interacting with a character who's canonically dead in present day, like mine. Although (I need to write up the details for the first iteration of it) I do have her resurrected in a present timeline (see tags). If you're interested in me either coming to you, or fishing up something with a bit of a red line, give this a like and I'll see what I can do! Trust me when I say, if we're mutuals, I'm interested in writing with you. See this as a little cheat to grab my attention if you want it!

[thedeadthree]

MISERY IS A BUTTERFLY — THE MAIN CAST + SIDE CHARACTERS OF TLOU + TLOU H*BO 🌿🍄 (template by @unholymilf | coloring by @notoriousaesthetics | icons)

[abrasife]

@unladielike * ✶ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

Ah, he probably bothered her at a bad time. Still, there was really no way to make himself known without things getting a little awkward here or there. Yes, Reanne had told him to keep an eye out for her, but that didn't necessarily mean she told Vivian to keep an eye out for him in return. And it seemed that would be the case—this girl apparently knew nothing of him.

God, why was she like this? He almost wanted to death glare her nonexistent presence right now. She always told him to say 'hi' if he ran into her crowd but never bothered to let them know of his name or existence properly. Maybe it was her way of getting back at him for never bringing her up in conversation with his circle (not that he really had one as of late).

❝ Well, she likes to introduce her friends to me, ❞ Keith explained as he subtly raised his eyebrows. Shifting the plastic bag he was holding by the arm to his working hand, the boy rerouted the conversation to introduce himself as it seemed Reanne really hadn't properly acquainted them (seriously, what was she doing?), ❝ and since she apparently didn't mention my name, I'm Keith. ❞

Note to self: refuse the next commission request that girl gives him even if she offers to pay double.

Tilting his head to the side, he briefly took in Vivian's appearance. She did carry a similar feel to Ophelia appearance-wise with a more simple and comfortable look, and Reanne got along with her as far as he knew, but—did she really get along with Vivian in the same way? Reanne was not the type to befriend many, but maybe the autopilot sounding talk of this girl was what helped her vibe so to speak? Honestly, why did he always have to question the people she somehow befriended? It was like some old habit that simply wouldn't die.

Partially folding his arms over each other as he committed her face to memory, he spoke a thought aloud, ❝ How did you two even meet anyway? For some reason, I doubt she would've approached you first. ❞

[spirestar]

Magic is strange. Something that shouldn't exist but always has, that has always been a part of her but was rarely hers. Cam tries not to think too hard about it--The more she considers, the more she'll damage her own wish. A desire for knowledge and understanding can only survive for so long before it seeks the truth. The single one. And that truth could very well crush the world she's built. Perhaps that's why the Golden Witch has invited her to visit her board; Cam hardly has so many glorious titles or important functions as a witch of her stature, but Beatrice, known for her fickleness and strength of heart, is also recognized for her creativity.

Cam glares down at the board beneath them, her feet heavy on nonexistent solid ground. The teacup in her hand wafts tendrils of steam between the two of them. Hot coffee for her, though she's sure Beatrice is having her own black tea. Nodding toward one particular piece--the one who matches the witch's opponent, red hair bright in the murky darkness of the island's veil--she says, "You'd better let me help you with that." Her dark eyes are void-like in their depths of distaste. Abandoned / Forgotten. Cam has often wondered if she lacks empathy, but in this she is sure she doesn't. "Or am I here only to watch?" She looks inquisitively to Beatrice and finds that endless blue gaze on her. It would be more than enough to stagger her were she already a the witch's piece for this game. But she's yet to be claimed; Still only borrowed in name alone, nothing official. It only makes Cam more curious.

@heartinhands

[adorajpg]

starter for @weedzkiller / harrison

sometimes, isaac lets things get out of hand. 

he knows this about himself, how it seems that he is either annoyingly passive or far too invested in something he should have long since let go of. harrison is one of the latter, and it's exactly why isaac seems to find himself in these situations so easily.

isaac can’t help but feel protective of the other, perking at the mere mention of them and should anything negative follow their name, well, he can’t help what might happen next. this one had been a repeat offender and as hard as isaac tried to not let things get out of hand, even his scowling looks and huffed warnings had done little to calm their dislike of harrison. it wasn’t isaac’s fault that he had take matters into his own hands, cornered the asshole one night and he’d tried to talk, he really had. in his defense, they had gotten violent first, shoved at isaac’s chest and then if isaac went blank after, well…

he knew harrison was there, even in his blank state. it’s why he’d been so quick to try and silence the other, unable to bear the thought of them hearing any of it too. and once they’re down, silence now pounding in his ears, it’s harrison he turns to first. even with the pain prodding at his side and the bruises starting to form on his knuckles, isaac stumbles to cup harrison’s face all too carefully in his hands. "are you okay, baby? they didn't touch you, did they?"

[emmetrain]

Starter for @gcd-fcrsaken ~

{𝆕} Rest awhile, they're coming for you There's a price to be paid for the things that we do {𝆕}

A rainy day. Just what Emmet needed. Retreating into the lowest level to check on the machinery and avoid the sound that seemed to bring the worst of the memories, Emmet had to stay most of the evening and the night, unable to physically go out when the weather had been like that. Ingo would know why he hadn’t come home, so there was no need to worry about letting him know. And terrorizing Volo with awful, ugly plushie pictures had been entertaining enough to calm the storm raging inside of him.

The awful pitter-patter of the rain had stopped, after midnight, Emmet would assume. Taking the necessary precautions and closing up the station for the night, he proceeded to take his usual route back home. His mind was still hung up on what Volo was up to–-all the glimpses into Volo’s interactions with others were scattered. Hardly made any sense. Two sets of steps, the smell of petrichor, and the nightlights reflected on the ground like the brush strokes of a painter were captivating, but never enough for Emmet to like the cloudy skies. All he wanted now was to get himself home and wake Ingo up just to grumble, if his night owl twin even slept. The steps drew near.

A Pokemon cry, the chatter of a critter, snapped his attention away from the familiar sound of two sets of steps. It was late, very late, for there to be any battles taking place. However, his curiosity piqued, he focused on the source and found himself following the tracks to the alleyway. Joltiks usually liked following him around, and it sounded very close. A scoff leaving his lips, he could almost recognize where he stood, one of many places he had kicked the hornet’s nest when Ingo had been away, and Emmet needed answers. A battle had taken place in that very alleyway, back then.

A hand reached out of the shadows.

Emmet threw himself away in time to dodge. Looking back. Seeing the figure in black closing his way. Ingo? No. Ingo was home. But steps. The presence ever since he left the station–... Behind Emmet stood a dead-end. He reached for his belt—to get one of the stationed Poke Balls to counter— but he felt psychic used on him to restrain before he could act.

“Let’s make this quick, Subway Boss,” the cold voice cut the silence. Emmet hitched his breath, eyes widened.

There had been two. It was just their standard operating procedure. Unaware. Too occupied. Too occupied to notice—

Silver eyes could only watch the knife drawn close to him. Pressed to his throat. Time stopped.

[remotespontaneouscombustion]

@theircurse :

' Set the thing on fire. '

He's been told to do this before, and since he has no right to really disobey anyone in Port Mafia, he always follows through. But he's only ever been truly okay with this 'command' so to speak, from Amber, and Akutagawa.

Seems Yumeno would be added to that tiny list, something about this made him feel that perhaps they would enjoy seeing something go up in flames almost as much as he would; if not the exact same.

Something about this is also a return to form for him, there's a gleam in his mismatching eyes as he runs his hand across the edges of an old bedframe that had been left unattended. Unseen handprints left all around the metal base, before he wanders back over to them. They're at a safe distance as far as he can tell, no true danger should come to them beyond what was expected.

He grins, before his eyes begin to glow in red.

"As you wish," he obliges with a simple swipe across his face.

His handprints shine in yellow, before in seconds they explode. Abruptly a bonfire had been created from nothing, burning brightly before them while the metal creaked and sparked. He's well aware that his ability isn't really any better than Kajii's, but all the same, part of him hopes that they're impressed.