#verse: cursed

[diverse-hearts]

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He'd always had a rather weak body, and it seemed as though the recent stress was now just getting too much, even if he was doing his best to try and ignore it. Exams were just around the corner, he didn't have the time to be laying around - yet that was the third coughing fit that he'd broken into that morning, and of course Tohru just happened to be close enough to hear this time. "It's nothing to worry about", he tried to tell her, only for another coughing fit to hit him rather hard, making him have to rest against the wall for support, the room spinning ever so slightly, "...it's not as bad as it sounds".

[braincrabart]

Nautilus design! I'm very pleased with how this guy came out :]

[royalarmyofoz]

[pandadrake]

Protector of the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse vs. the Daddest Dad to ever Dad. (Having one meaningful conversation with Jeff would probably kill him irl.)

[livwritesstuff]

inspired by a conversation i walked past during my commute this morning

Eddie is outside when Steve arrives home from work, sitting on the front porch and waiting for their daughters’ bus to drop them off from school.

“Hey!” Eddie grins as Steve makes his way up the steps, “You’re home early.”

“Last client of the day canceled,” he replies, and he grabs Eddie’s hands to pull him to his feet and into a long kiss.

“I love you,” Steve said when he pulled away, snaking his arms around Eddie’s waist to hold him close, “So much.”

“I love you too, Stevie,” Eddie laughed, “Something happen today?”

“Not really. There’s just this guy – the guy who started at my practice last month.”

“The one you don’t like?” Eddie clarifies.

“Ed – I hate him. He came in all smug and smiling today and looked so thrilled to be there, and someone was like dude, what’s your deal? And he had the audacity to say, my wife is home with two sick kids, so…”

Eddie made a face.

“Like, don’t sound so fuckin’ proud of yourself, man,” Steve continued, shaking his head, “Whatever. Anyways, I looked at his schedule and – get this – he had one client today. At three in the afternoon. So he spent the entire day lounging around the office doing jack shit while his wife was home with a sick baby and toddler.”

“What a prick.”

“Right? Anyways, I just want to make sure you know how much I appreciate you and how you stay home with our ridiculous children while I go to work, and that I’m thinking about you guys all day, and all I ever really want is to be home with you.”

“I know you do,” Eddie tells him, because he totally does. He knows it in the way Steve’s week is about as short as it’s allowed to be, and in the way he always checks in on Eddie when he gets home to feel out the day he’d had and to give him a “night off” if he needs one.

Steve nods, and then he adds, “When I was leaving I made a whole point of saying, like, headed home to spend time with my husband and children who I adore more than anything.”

“Of course you did.”

“Kind of forgot he’s also a licensed and practicing therapist so he totally knew I was being passive aggressive.”

[valtsv]

[yuesya]

“Yo, looking a little rough there, Maki-chan.”

Maki stares. That’s –that’s Naoya. There’s no mistaking it. That’s Zenin Naoya standing right there in front of her, but that can’t be right.

He’s dead. He’s supposed to be dead. Twice over, even. Maki had killed the cursed spirit born from Zenin Naoya’s corpse herself–

So how is he here right now, standing in front of her as if there’s nothing wrong?

The sorcerer sheaths the sword in his hands in a single smooth, casual motion. Around him, there is a perfect semi-circle that remains untouched, while everything else is encased in thick columns of jagged ice.

And both Maki and Itadori are standing in the safe area behind him.

Naoya had protected them?

… Had she fallen under the influence of some illusory cursed technique? She’s not hallucinating this, is she?

Naoya –or at least, what appears to be Naoya, god knows if it’s another cursed spirit or something else that had crawled out of the asshole’s corpse– rests his sword against his shoulder lazily, tossing a backward glance at her from the corner of his eye. “Any particular reason why you were acting like a sitting duck just now?”

Maki glares. What the hell does he mean, sitting duck. “You–!”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish her words; there’s another spear of ice that lances in their direction, and Maki grips the cursed tool in her hand to–

–do nothing, apparently. Naoya raises a single hand, and the icy projectile freezes mid-air the moment his fingers brush against it. In the next second, it shatters into fine dust, scattering to the ground like glittering snow.

He turns around. “That eager to die, are you?”

The ice-manipulating curse user that he’s addressing scoffs. “Your threats are worthless, sorcerer.”

Instead of getting angry, Naoya merely rolls his eyes.

“Bo-ring.” He slides his gaze over towards Fushiguro –towards Sukuna. Sukuna, who had somehow escaped Itadori’s body and was currently using Fushiguro as his vessel.

It was so weird fighting a Fushiguro who suddenly became an utter monster in close combat. Annoying, too, because they still hadn’t managed to subdue him so they could figure out a way to pull Sukuna out of his body. And now it seemed that he had reinforcement in the form of that ice-manipulating curse user.

It didn’t seem that Naoya –if this was even really Zenin Naoya in front of them– was on their side. But–

“Oi,” Naoya points the end of his sheathed sword at Fushiguro-Sukuna. Since when was Naoya the type of person to brandish a weapon so proudly? Which added a tally to the growing theory that this wasn’t Zenin Naoya at all, despite the ugly face he wore. “I’m only saying this once: You should get out of the kid’s body before you make things worse for yourself.”

Sukuna laughs. Derisive, and dismissive. “Try and make me if you’re so confident about that, sorcerer.”

Naoya shrugs, then lifts his hand and closes his fingers over the hilt of his sword.

“Whatever, it’s your funeral.”

[honeyglas]

This house is empty. All its inhabitants are buried.

Silly strahd dnd au where you find out that a previous reincarnation of you is buried in this massive manor and also your previous lovers are stalking you slowly through the dark hallways. Be careful

[bwoahtastic]

Curse verse and after Max is called momma duck and the rookies his ducklings, one of the following things happen:

Max gets changed into a very grumpy duck whocwill quack if you get too close to his babies, and who likes swimming around in Charles's bathtub

The rookies get changed into ducklings and Max fusses over them and carries them all around in q basket so no one tramples then. He knows exactly which one is which even though they look identical

Max gets changed into a duck and the rookies into ducklings and it's quite a sight watching the very determined white duck waddle around followed by his babies sksk. He will also try to sit on them in a nest sksk. Also the other drivers trying to find our which rookie is which from context clue (Ollie is a bit taller than the other ducks, Isack waddles over to Lewis to chirp shyly, Kimi absolutely LEGS it to Toto etc)

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

"Chat? get a look at this guy, how did they make a chatter phone man, more of a twink then me?"

"LOOK AT THIS MAN."

"I DON'T EVEN WANNA EAT HIS SHOES, I JUST WANT TO STARE AT HIM UNTILL HE GET'S UNCOMFERTABLE AND LEAVES."

"I both highly respect him, and highly hate him."

"I hate him because he's more smug then me, which isn't very ohio, you know?"

"but I can appreciate the drip."

[diverse-hearts]

@graysondays asked for a Starter

Human's really could be so cruel to one another at times. He'd spotted the girl being picked on from the window when he'd been leaving to go to the student council room, and although he was going to now be late for the meeting that he was supposed to be at, he couldn't just leave the girl outside on her own either. He knew from experience the darkness that could cloud your mind when you felt as though you were all alone in the world. Quietly, he made his way over to where the girl now sat, looking as though she was on the verge of tears, kneeling down to help pick up the scattered notebooks, "...are you okay? I apologise for intruding...I saw what was happening and wanted to make sure you were okay..."

[braincrabart]

Nudibranch tiime They don't have a name yet but I know they're a wrestler. im so pleased with this design ough

[leafaske]

exactly how trashed did i get last night

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Gavin not being real is criminal, so I'm making some headcanons

Gavin loves having his demonic features on display. He doesn't do it often in public. However at home and with the crew, he'll keep his horns and tail on display. He'll deny it, but his tail betrays his emotions like a cats would

Gavins favorite thing to wear is FL's clothes. Second to that is his casual clothing. (his definition of casual is a cropped shirt with fishnets and cut leggings plus fuzzy socks)

He does love an excuse to dress up though,and will do it often as possible. Movie theater trips will have him dressing up. The time he and Damien met up early, he was in black leather platforms, a short blue/purple/black space themed skirt, black fishnet leggings, a purple tank top, and a dark blue off the shoulder sweater (rose tinted sunglasses optional)

Gavin loves flowers and plants. He enjoys Huxley and Damiens house almost as much as he loves his and FLs apartment because of all the plants they keep

Out of all of their friends, Gavin feels closest to Damien. A big part of that is Damiens empathy and ability to understand what Gavin is really saying. FL is great at it, but Damien has a sense of objectivity when it comes to how he and Gavin speak to each other. Gavin also just likes fucking with Damien because he had the best reactions and he knows undoubtedly where the line of joking versus serious conversation lays

Gavin and Huxley work out together. I've talked about this before, but the two of them click like puzzle pieces when it comes to working together. Gavin is the best spotter Huxley has ever had, and actually feels comfortable pushing himself to his limit when lifting because he has Gavin to help him out. Gavin himself just likes spending time with Hux. However, on occasion when he'd at the gym, he likes to do bodyweight and freeweight workouts

Gavin and Lasko go shopping together once a week. Gavin pushes the cart so Lasko can flit around the store at his own pace. Usually Gavin will have to reign Lasko in and remind him that it is just a weekly grocery shop, and there's no reason to buy 7 bunches of bananas because there's no way they'd all get eaten (based on a real life interaction I've had. The bananas were on sale)

Lasko also likes it when Gavin comes around D.A.M.N just to hang around his office

Gavin likes things that are warm. Whether it's drinks, meals, clothes, blankets, or homes. He doesn't care. He just likes to be warm because when he first coalesced (im pretty sure that's what it's called when demons come into existence), it was cold. He was whatever the astral planes equivalent of freezing is. Not just because it was cold temperature wise but because his steward felt nothing towards him. He was just another incubus who needed to learn how to wring energy out of humans like water out of a towel. While Gavin claims to not remember most of the people he's slept with, he does remember the first human he was with. They were fresh off of the high of graduating from D.A.M.N, and Gavins steward chose them specifically because they looked like they'd give Gavin a reality check of how humans are. (Early Gavin was kind of naive and wanted to know about how humans were not just how they could feed him. That in and of itself was taboo. When Gavin refused to change his appearance to the humans preference, his steward abandoned him almost immediately, leaving a confused human and a frightened starving incubus behind. The human understood that Gavin was incredibly inexperienced so far and would only have basic instinct to go off of, so they offered an opportunity to take it slow. That was the first time Gavin felt warm. Wrapped in the arms of a person who let him experiment and try things in a way that could actually help him learn. Instead of just throwing him in the deep end and expecting him to float. He kept that person as a charge for several years before they had to move away with their pack.

He spent a long time after that trying to find warmth again, but eventually realized the lesson his steward expected him to learn all those years ago. Humans hurt. He'd all but given up on warmth when all of a sudden approaching him in a 7/11 asking for directions, they were back. Nearly the exact same down to the way their core felt. At first he refused to acknowledge anything about them as significant. He couldn't afford for it to happen again, but slowly, he started feeling warm again. He started lingering in bed a little longer. He showed up a little earlier. He listened a little more attentively. He realized that somehow, some way, the warmth had come back without any effort at all. He realized he was happy, and for once, he wasn't scared to let himself feel it

[bacchuschucklefuck]

[heartsings77]