#untouchable-face

[wilkoakdraws]

Some designs from everyone's favourite office sitcom!

[s0fter-sin]

ghost has a flat he rarely goes to

it's covered in a thick layer of dust from disuse. none of the cupboards or closets have doors, not when they're so easy to hide behind. the windows are covered in thick black paint that no light can penetrate

but worst? worst is the glass

mirrors, cups, bowels, every single reflective surface is shattered; the glass left lying where it fell

he never cleans it; just steps around the crystalline piles, the shards too fine to hold a reflection

there's little need to guess how they were broken, not when there's a fist-sized hole in the mirror backing in the bathroom. not when fine scars riddle his knuckles, torn from ripping out glass splinters with shaking hands

ghost has a flat he rarely goes to

there's no doors, no light, no glass

because everywhere he turns, simon riley's waiting to stare back at him and ask if he's finished burying him yet

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[inafieldofdaisies]

High Potential (2024—) | Season 1, Episode 10 "Chutes and Murders"

“Morgan, we're on a stakeout. A key to a good stakeout is being discreet.”

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

they literally doused my man in rainbows. what am i to make of this

[szilverer]

its so funny that you get to keep your lab when youre banned from the university. everyone just looks the other way when youre there. pretend you do Not see it

[rookflower]

thinking about the character again (cinderpelt) and it's likely unintentional and a result of either her shifting narrative role from young go getter to wise mentor or a shift in how the books display their own politics but i find something really tragic in-universe in how she develops from a character who will actively and willingly break the warrior code when it conflicts with her own morals (immediately lying to cover for graystripe and silverstream, acting in direct defiance of her leadership to nurse littlecloud and whitethroat back to health) but overtime through her role she gradually grows more god-fearing and pious and embodies somewhat of a "starclan is always right, even when they are cruel, and we need to accept that" position

[kindlingkeen]

Jason from the perspective of people who only know him as an acquaintance is so good. He is definitely one of those people who you somehow just know has had something really really bad happen to them. Everyone knows there is something there and no one asks because it wont help anything to have specifics. The clerk at the corner store gets offended on Jason’s behalf when another patron whispers about how scary he is because that guy always holds the door for people and empties his pockets of change in the leave a penny tray. One night he crashes through a rooftop garden and comes back later to leave a note saying sorry along with a hidden envelope of cash to make up for it. When he stops back to check two ladies have waited up to give him zucchini bread and they know by his reaction that he isn’t used to little unexpected kindnesses.

Yes, 100x yes.

I love Jason through outsider eyes. Because when you take away the lens of trauma and assumption and bias his family views him through, you see the person he is underneath so much more clearly. And, sure, Jason might be a bit of an asshole, but he is also a fundamentally good person. He has a heart of gold and life has taught him to protect it with angry words and weaponry.

Anon, I love your outsider & Jason snippets so much. In fact, you may see some variation of these end up in Asymmetrical Warfare (if you want your tumblr or ao3 handle credited vs an anon reference, just drop me another ask, I don’t have to publish it on my blog if you don’t want).

Thanks so much for this ask, anon. It really made me smile. 💙

[apollos-boyfriend]

(inspired by @/proudfreakmetarusonniku's poll here)

[notanothersonicblog]

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Delightful Distraction

A genderswapped FluffyNight drabble to celebrate reaching 300 followers! This was briefly looked over & written in two sittings! Happy reading!

Ccino hums quietly to the music that's playing in the otherwise quiet café & picks up the dirty dishes of the table that had just left, leaving the building free of customers for the time being.

Carrying the plates carefully with both hands, she walks into the back where the kitchen is & deposits the dirty dishes into the sink, already filled with plates from earlier in the day.

Ccino debates with herself for a moment before grabbing a pair of dish washing gloves from nearby & slipping them on. She might as well take advantage of the lack of customers & get a head start on washing up.

Scrubbing away at a dirty cup, Ccino's unaware of a presence approaching her from behind until there are suddenly arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to jump & tighten her grip on the mug in her hand in surprise.

Looking over her shoulder, Ccino glares at the grinning face behind her, huffing in annoyance. "Was that really necessary?" Nightmare lets out a quiet chuckle as she tightens her hold around Ccino, resting her head on the other's shoulder.

"No, but it was funny." She mumbles softly in response to the question, pressing a soft kiss against Ccino's neck in apology. "Will you ever find it in yourself to forgive me?"

Ccino rolls her eyelights & sighs with a shake of her skull, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she turns back to face the sink. "I don't know, what will you do to make it up to me?"

Nightmare hums as she thinks, grin softening into a smile as she tries to come up with a satisfying reply. "I could always make dinner for us tonight?"

Ccino stands straight & pulls away from Nightmare's hold slightly to look at her, a look of panic on her face as she frantically tries to backtrack. "N-No, it's fine! No further apology needed, I'm good!"

Nightmare huffs with a pout, reluctantly pulling away & taking a step back from the other. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Ccino pauses to take off the gloves she's wearing before turning to face Nightmare fully. "Honey, you know I love you," she takes the other's hands into hers, squeezing them softly as she meets Nightmare's gaze & continues speaking, "but your cooking could use some work."

Nightmare frowns as if she's upset, but shrugs after a moment as a smile forms on her face again. "Yeah, that's fair." She squeezes Ccino's hands in return, leaning in & pressing a chaste kiss against the other's teeth.

Ccino hums as she goes to kiss Nightmare again, unsatisfied with how short the last one was, only to jump at the sound of the bell hanging in front of the door ringing & signaling the presence of a customer.

She pulls away in a panic, adjusting her apron with a light blush on her face as she walks away from Nightmare & back out to the actual café area, calling out to the customer. "Just a moment!"

Nightmare watches as Ccino walks away with a pout, tentacles drooping in disappointment as she hears her begin to take the customer's order. She had hoped to have Ccino's attention for longer, but that clearly wasn't going to happen.

Nightmare looks over at the dirty dishes that she had distracted Ccino from, sighing & grabbing the gloves that the other had been using. She may as well help her darling out a little since she had distracted her.

[otrtbs]

the way some of y'all talk about certain fanfics because you think their "popularity" gives you free rein to say whatever you want about them is so strange to me

[fisheito]

Wind: howls Garu: howls back

[hauntedaugust]

Inspired by this Ghost post.

Still debating actually properly writing more about it but until then more thoughts in tags

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Thinking about what would happen if Gojo Satoru was reader's husband in our world.

The same man but different, still a teacher, but sweeter, softer, unburdened by expectation.

But then he dies. Whether by a horrible accident or some sickness, but either way his death traumatizes reader.

Until one day she wakes up next to him, alive, breathing, there.

Same lover only different, more confidant, more sure, somewhat more aloof. But him nonetheless.

They discover later that she has a lack of cursed energy, a complete void of it, something almost entirely unheard of.

They conclude that she’s from a different reality entirely, one without cursed energy at all.

Same world but different, same woman but different, same man but different.

The question being, is the difference too much to overcome?

[squorttle-pox]

please. i need alastor with his hair up so we can see the side of his head. second set of ears or smooth flesh prairie?

[tenabiibee]

-Nightwing (1996) Issue #30

Look at this smug ass pos