#weirdly have two with a year

[cryptocism]

It would have taken another immortal to keep up with him.

so i haven't read the books but i did read the Devil's Minion chapter and this part made me laugh out loud:

[rocknrollsalad]

writing patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Schools were absolute pits of non-stop energy-sucking despair. Tattooing 101: We Don’t Lick Our Clients (Without Consent) [pre-steddie (au) | gen | 2,550]

“Baby.” Tiny Unexpected Guest (with an unexpected surprise) [clarkson | gen | 827]

Wayne was four years old the first time his granddad took him fishing. Fish Tales: Tradition and Family Histories [clarkson & steddie | gen | 9,150]

“The year is nineteen eighty-three and-” We're Armed with Holy Water and Inhalers [no ship (au) | gen | 4,715]

The morning sun…well, it wasn’t Eddie’s business. One Grande Fuck Up, Please (With Oat Milk) [pre-steddie (au) | gen | 2,522]

“I’ll be back after work, dear.” When I Call Your Name, It Starts the Flame Burning in My Heart [steddie | teen | 9,653]

It’s the first day of school, 1985. Legally Speaking [steddie | gen | 5,140]

Now that the world was declared safe (something Steve hoped he could believe one day), he’d been daring to leave Hawkins more and more. No Longer Fighting the Old But Building the New [no ship | gen | 2,813]

As the only member of the team old enough to not need parental permission and could “afford” to do this, Steve was elected to escort Argyle back to California. And You Took The Words Right Out of My Mouth [stargyle | gen | 7,248]

Music is the most important thing to Eddie. The Boyfriend Test - ADA Version [steddie | gen | 2,884]

[arrimorr]

Your art style is very unique it reminds me of professional artist that draws old children stories

What inspired you ?

Thank you so much 😭😭😭 Im honestly very surprised whenever someone says I have any form of a style in what I do, because, personally, I think I am a bit all over the place (which is normal since Im still trying a lot of things out for myself)

First of all, I'm very inspired by Brecht Evens, especially the way he works with color and is capable of showing different light environments through it.

My brain chemistry was also forever changed by the way over the Garden wall artists went about depiction of creepy cartoony stuff.

Also, I've been going though a process of re-evaluating soviet art for the last couple of years. I absolutely HATED it as I child but I had to revisit it for one of my Uni researches and there are actually a lot of fun examples of work with color and shapes there????

[linovadraws]

Greg is a registered service animal!

[szaryherbatnik]

Uhhh bling bling bitch

More purple version if u care because i truly cant decide which one i like more idk szare nation this was the main version earlier but i decided i prefer the less purple one

[rintoorou]

having the miya twins as your brothers would mean them betting over who’d cry on your wedding first

[willowser]

sometimes i get the very strong urge to write a comes back ??? fic for bakugou but the more i think about it, the more i realize how emotionally taxing and honestly horrifying it would be.

you and bakugou spend a few years in that weird will-they-won't-they stage before you officially start seeing each other seriously, and then it takes some time to adjust to having a pro-hero for a partner — so it's not always easy. until the time goes by and you have a break up scare or two and things finally level out, and you figure out how to talk to each other and you fall into the beautifully warm comfort of just being together, in love.

and then he fucking dies. in a heart-explodey, blind-in-one-eye kind of way.

the two years that follow are just — time passing, like pages in a chapter you can't understand the words to. you know grief in a way you never could have comprehended before, you wonder what it's all for and how you'll go on. you're angry at him for sacrificing his stupid life and angry at the world for taking him from you, but you're so deeply, down to your bones, heartbroken over losing him.

and you're not the only one; more than any of his friends that you see, deku is the one who is there for you the most. calls you daily and pulls you out of bed, makes sure you eat because he knows that's what kacchan would want. lovingly flings out a few gruff insults that make you laugh until you're both crying in your kitchen. it means something, maybe, that you both can just mourn in the presence of one another, without judgement or care.

your relationship gets a little — dependent. not romantic, at least not for you, but it's like you need the other person for the bits of bakugou they hold that you don't. the memories and the laughs and the bad times as well as the good. the secrets katsuki would never tell you, and the tenderness izuku was never shown.

it never gets easier. every day is just another day. if you think about it for too long, it all comes crumbling down. you're almost having to disassociate through your life just to make it, and that's hard when the whole city mourns him, too. but you do it. every single day, even on the worst of them.

izuku calls you a little more than two years after, in the middle of the night.

sounding way too awake and out of breathe, though you don't think that's necessarily out of the ordinary, considering his profession. he's a very hyper-fixation kind of guy; you can only imagine what hobby he's picked up and also mastered in the last 48 hours.

he asks if he can come pick you up from your apartment because he "needs to show you something important" and you agree, even if it doesn't feel like it usually does, when the nights are long and you both need someone to talk to. this feels — urgent. a bit worrisome.

you don't know where he takes you, but he's quiet the whole way there. in an old sweater, hair mussed, bags under his eyes like he really hasn't slept in the last 48 hours.

("stupid flighty fucker," katsuki would say, sometimes, when the weight of the world was weighing too heavily on the number one hero's shoulders, and even if he would huff and puff and grit his teeth, you'd notice him checking his phone more often than usual. taking every phone call that came without hesitation.)

you almost want to tell izuku that, in the car, because that's what you do, that's how you've kept him alive between the two of you; kacchan would make a point to tell you that's not how generators work, in the shitty horror film you and deku go see, that kacchan wouldn't dare sit through.

("no, he would," you argue, solemn as the lights in the theater warm back to life, as it empties. "he would."

and after a long, heavy beat, izuku would agree. "yeah. he would.")

izuku brings you somewhere that's too clinical to be as quiet and as dark as it is: inside, the walls and floors are sterile with anti-septic but the lights are off, in every hallway. the only visibility comes from a small lamp that's in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small handful of people you don't know, at all, already there. waiting.

you say his name in a small, concerned question, and when he takes both his hands in yours, they're warm and too wide and sweaty. his eyes glow, but in a way you don't recognize. everything he says to you is — gibberish, a mish-mash of worry and half-sentences and all the warning bells are going off in your head.

"y-you can't freak out, okay? you have to—i can explain all this when...when the time is right."

"you said that you would give anything to have kacchan back, remember? you said—you would do anything."

"i know this sounds—i know how this sounds, okay? but nothing is impossible!"

"i just need you to trust me."

and up until now, you had no reason not to. but you're not sure when he slept last, or even when he ate last, or why he's muttering things about his quirk, how he and katsuki are connected somehow, in ways he's not able to explain.

or why you can faintly hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor just beyond the only closer door in this wing of the hospital.

[kokoeimikos]

helgllo all kokoyae lvoers ,,, eat up

[front-facing-pokemon]

[shinia]

EXCUSE ME WHAT DO YOU MEAN A SCENE ???? KITTY BOOK 1 ? SERIOUSLY ??

[drkineildwicks]

Oh nice the OG BH6 pitch notes were released--

"Obake's lair is in the ruins of some of the Old City"--

OH NICE

[hella1975]

there's a very specific kind of vibe that comes with living with your friends in final year that it just does not have in first year or even second year. like as a fresher it's usually the first time any of you have lived away from home let alone with SO MANY people your age and it's terrifying and exciting and randomised to boot so it's generally carnage for a whole year in the best and worst ways, and then second year you pick who you're living with and it feels like for the first time you're doing this adult thing PROPERLY. you have a place of your own now. these are the people you've chosen to live with. studying gets serious etc. but it's still fresh. it's still new. you still don't know how to navigate it. but final year? final year is when you actually get it right. you know how to manage your time better. you know what works for you and what doesn't. studying is the main focus and you've been out in the world for three years now and it's not loud and boisterous like it was in first year and you're not exciteable and awkward like you were in second year. you're comfortable. every single one of my flatmates has their own friend group and we mainly keep to our own social circles, but we'll still meet each other back at the house after a night out and sit in the kitchen or my room to do the debrief. sometimes i'll go days not seeing either of them despite sharing a house but every now and then someone will softly call up the stairs that 'the heating's on!' or one of us will sneeze and the other two will yell 'bless you!' through the walls. the lack of interaction isn't interpreted as dislike in ways it would have been even last year, because we're all just old enough to be past that now and settled enough in our friendship not to worry about it. idk. uni is very loud and unsettling a lot of the time so it's been really sweet to see how almost boringly comfortable final year is.

[thefluxsystem]

i remembered all the bad things with clarity for once, and in the flashbacks i could finally see the figure in the corner.

it wore my mother’s face. the demon that told me it was my fault was not some distorted sound, but her voice, crystal clear and angry.

the arbiter of blame. and her ruling was in condemnation of her two-year-old daughter. after all, there’s nothing more difficult than looking in a mirror.

[imflyingfish]

shout out to all of the artists who just dont really have ocs or blorbos. literally what do we even draw most of the time.

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

I really am at a loss to explain Doctor Who's current ratings. From The Star Beast to The Church of Ruby Road they stayed consistent, with some of the best catch up numbers the show had seen in years, the fact they stayed high for TCORR showed that it wasn't just the Tennant factor, but the sudden drop for this season is a surprise, even the catch up has massive dropped, back to the level it was at the end of the Chibnall era. It's like 2023 was a blip and the gradual decline the show has been suffering for the last five years has got back on track.

[jasontoddiefor]

"after the tyrant differentiated into an omega" bestie what after i'm on chapter 75 and everyone is still being delusional