#you just LOVE to make me cry hUh

[triglycercule]

horror being very specific with table manners and he berates people (dust and killer) for eating like fucking pigs

i think it'd be morbidly funny that because there was no food in horrortale but the cutlery and stuff was all there that maybe he would pretend to eat with no food on the plate. it was in a satirical way that he would joke maybe around horror paps or alone where he would pretend to eat and have really good table manners but then the satire joke became REAL and now horror is incredibly specific about how to eat food

you MUST hold the fork in the left and knife in right says horror. no killer you can't duel wield the fucking knives this is a table not a slaughterhouse. dust pick up your elbows off the table. actually how about you get your entire upper body off the table tf why are you SLEEPING ON THE FOOD??? killer's sitting fetal position in the chair because of course he wouldn't sit normally like the idiot he is. dust is forced to put his hood down and reveal his face no more mysterious shadow style because it puts horror at ease. they cannot have a single peaceful meal because once they get past the table manners phase it then becomes a completion to see who can eat the least (because they suck at everything including eating)

[stars-n-spice]

Ugh.

Sometimes I remember that Bad Batch gave us this badass Black woman who was a liberator of ancient wonders and was like Indiana Jones but fucking cooler and witty, charming, and FUN and so so so nice and caring and understanding and she befriended the Bad Batch and gave them a safe place in the galaxy to call home and then made her the love interest of the heavily autistic coded white-washed Maori man and thus made them an interracial couple

AND THEN-

they killed off Tech and then used Phee as an uber driver for s3 and didn't give her any closure or anything for his death.

[kazvha]

Hello I saw your follower event!

Can I asked number 42 from fluff prompt with Kayden break? I just thought he was the type to cherish someone if he trusts them so I want something that will kinda throw him off guard lol.

Also I love so many fandom from your list but I'll choose One piece since I grew up with it. My faves are the trio Luffy, Ace and Sabo ugh. Their brotherhood is so beautiful and heart warming!

My nn is Eli🫡 btw.

Did I do the way you instructed? I badly wanted a slot cause I'm so delusional for him lol. Thank you for giving me a chance to participate! I love your ffs btw🫶

Fake texts for - "Please don't leave me like that ever again. It scared me."

Including: Ace, Sabo, Luffy (One Piece) + Kayden (Eleceed)

Notes: [1/12] This is for Eli! Hope you enjoy💌

[front-facing-pokemon]

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Simon Henriksson is Cupioromantic by the way send post

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

okay wait laughingstock concept Incoming: so im imagining some of the neighbors (maybe Julie & Frank) noticing that Barnaby & Howdy are a lil fruity, yk yk. and Julie's like damn, i guess we have to play matchmaker here.

so naturally they wind up getting the whole neighborhood involved. everybody's a wingman here. Poppy's dropping hints when Howdy drops off groceries, Wally is constantly asking Barnaby to go get him things from the bodega, etc etc. Howdy and Barnaby are facing this sudden change in town-wide behavior with slight concern and bemusement

eventually - lets say Julie, Sally, and Wally - get Barnaby into the bodega and then abruptly leave like "don't have too much fun without us you two *wink wink nudge nudge*". once they're gone (read: very obviously hiding outside & watching through the window) Barnaby & Howdy turn to each other like:

Barnaby: you think we should tell them we're already married?

Howdy: let them have their fun - they'll figure it out eventually

[lanayrutower]

this keeps me up at night btw.

[bylertruther]

y'all moved on but i literally still can't believe this is real life. what the fuck. spread ur wings, mr schnapp... sniffling, crying, weeping bc i am so full of Joy... not 2 be corny but it's always a lovely thing when someone steps into the light n lives their truth... when they feel safe and loved enough by those in their life that they feel they can and genuinely want to share this part of themselves with the world... mr schnapp who has played will byers for such a big part of his life and explored his own self and come to terms with who he is at the same time that will has... will, who means so much to so many and has such a realistic journey that we seldom get to see, especially in such mainstream media, literally the biggest show in the world... just so moved that he went from being scared in the closet to feeling so loved and at peace that he would share this part of himself with the world in such a silly, light-hearted, and entirely noah way, always so true to himself and full of light... i just. 🥺 a lot of feelings are being felt rn. good for him!! GOOD FOR HIM!!!!! 💗🏳️‍🌈🫂

[icharchivist]

wait someone posted this banter on my TL i'm going to have a stroke

why is Solas just casually throwing a bdsm joke at the Inquisitor i'm going to cry why is he like this

[firapolemos05]

@ft-platonicweek Day 3 - "What's that?"

AO3

First impressions make a difference.

CW: themes of starvation and food insecurity, child hunger

It was the middle of the night and Juvia was hungry. 

The corridors of Phantom Lord were dark, dim torches casting long, dancing shadows. The young girl crept through as quietly as she could, careful not to make a sound and disturb anyone's sleep.

She really wasn't supposed to be out of her room this late. But she had missed dinner and her hands had still not stopped shaking with the aftershocks of the nightmare.

Her room was too small. Too quiet. Nothing looked or felt the same. The blankets on her bed were different. The wood floors were different. Her new room didn't have the web behind the bookshelf that she watched several spiders rebuild. It didn't have the little crack on the window pane that split the face in her reflection. Nothing was the same except for her and it didn't feel right.

She hugged the wall while going down the stairs, keeping her weight on the ends of the planks. A trick she learned at her old orphanage, to keep the wood from creaking too loud. Juvia had only been in this guild a week now, but with time she'll be able to memorize what spots on the floor were safe to step. Luckily, she'd already made a mental map of where the kitchen was.

The main hall stood empty, expansive like a cavern with its towering pillars and stone walls. Her slippered feet made no sound on her way to the backrooms. Walking past the bar made her think of earlier that week, when a man offered her something to drink. Juvia knew very well she wasn't old enough to be allowed alcohol in this country, so she made a mental note to avoid that man and the bar.

Final barrier was the kitchen door.

Her prayers were heard, as the thick wood remained silent as she slowly pushed it open. Moonlight from the hall flooding over the various tables, crates, and sacks.

And something else.

She wasn't alone.

There's a boy sitting on the countertop. 

The light from the corridor caught his eyes and they glowed a red that pierced through the dark. Faint glints also reflect off small dark shapes across his face. Scales.

At once, Juvia knew who this boy was. She's been avoiding meeting him all week.

‘ “Steer clear of the dragon brat. Get too close and he'll bite yer fingers off.” ’ one of the older guild members warned her.

This had to be him. That dragon boy she's heard so much about, with a reputation amongst the adults something more akin to that of a cryptid beast someone would claim to have attacked them in the deep forest. He had no membranous wings or spiked tail like she'd expected, but the scales on his face and the long, pointed ears seemed dragon enough. 

Her feet froze her in place in the doorway. Heart racing. Mouth dry. Wanting to flee but too afraid to peel her eyes away as she waited for him to attack her for daring to be in his presence. 

But nothing happened. 

Neither of them moved a muscle.

She beheld him and he beheld her. And the more she looked, the more her eyes adjusted to the dark, the more of him she could make out.

His dark hair melted into the surrounding shadows, thick and scraggly down past his shoulders. His clothes appeared like he pulled them out of a scrap bin. His right leg below the knee was a gleaming metal prosthetic that he had curled up to his chest.

He was also in the midst of devouring what looked to be a whole loaf of bread, and wore an expression Juvia recognized all too well. That cornered alarm of being caught doing something you shouldn't be doing.

It mirrored her own.

“May Juvia get something to eat?” she asked, keeping her voice low.

There's a moment he didn't react, just continued to stare. As if she's the one he anticipated some attack from. Then his eyes narrowed and Juvia noticed his brows were studded with metal rivets, with even more piercings adorning his nose and ears. She'd never seen someone with so many before.

“Who's Juvia?”

She's so caught in his voice, gruff but pitched a bit higher than she expected for a boy, that she nearly missed the question. 

Right. The people here aren't used to hearing her speak in third person. A habit she can't remember the reason for adopting; one that's already drawn ridicule but she just couldn't figure out how to stop. 

So rather than answering verbally and further coming off foolish, Juvia pointed at herself.

The boy shrugs. “I ain't gonna stop ya. Just keep the door closed.”

Juvia blinked, then obeyed, gently shutting the kitchen door, making the only source of light in the room the moonlight shining in from the window.

Not a single mean comment about her speech. He didn't even ask why she talked like that.

She began to search for another loaf like the one the boy was eating, thinking of making a sandwich, but found a stack of thin, circular flatbreads. While the grain was different, they reminded her of the buckwheat griddle cakes she used to eat back in Seven.

She decided to recreate her childhood breakfast.

Something she wouldn't have to cook, and risk burning in the dark. Something that didn't need any noisy tools to prepare. Something easy to make but kept her hands and mind busy. Mapping her mental list, she gathered ingredients. Butter, sour cream, fruit jam. Phantom Lord’s kitchen did not have any caviar, or any other of the typical meats that were usually used in this dish, so she made do with some smoked ham. At least that was already cooked. 

She spread a thin layer of butter, then the jam, then a couple dollops of sour cream, laid out a couple slices of ham then rolled the whole thing up. It wouldn't be exactly the same as what she remembered, but it'd have to be good enough. 

“What's that?”

Juvia almost jumped and dropped her roll. The boy stood behind her now, the couple inches of height he had over her letting him lean over her shoulder. She hadn’t heard him move. He peered down at her meal with a curious glint.

“It-it's a breakfast that Juvia used to make back-” (Home? Could she still call that place a home?) “...back where Juvia used to live.”

“Wouldn't it be easier t'just eat from the jar?”

“Maybe, but that'd be too plain. It tastes better when put together like this. And it's more filling.”

“Sounds like too much work, t'be honest.”

Too much work? For a simple little meal like this? Juvia wasn't even cooking anything now, some meals could take hours to ready.

She got a closer look at her unexpected company. The bones visible at his shoulders. The baggy shirt a couple sizes too big. Scattered patches of skin that at first glance looked like more metallic scales but now revealed themselves to be scars.

He seemed too skinny, to an unhealthy degree from the looks of it. A complete juxtaposition to the plump, roundness of Juvia's own body. The loaf of bread he ate may be filling, but wouldn't be enough. If that was all he thought to snack on, he was probably malnourished. He brought to mind memories of some of the other children she lived with, in the days following when they first joined the orphanage. Those picked right off of the streets, right out of a life of eating scraps out of the trash.

Oh. His words began to make sense.

This boy wasn't eating enough food. No one had taught him how to make anything yet.

She prepared a second roll.

He appeared rather surprised when she offered it to him. “Would you like to try one?”

She thought he'd take it without question. He was clearly hungry. Even if he doubted her words, free food was free food. She didn't know any starving kid who would turn down an offer. And he watched her make it, so he knew there was nothing bad in it.

But for some reason, his gaze hardened with suspicion. “Why?”

“Well…Juvia is curious if you would like it.”

“What's the catch? Ya want somethin’ from me?”

Juvia didn't understand. “Why would Juvia want anything? Juvia just thought you'd like more to eat. She won't tell anyone.”

He was about to say something else, perhaps some other question Juvia wouldn't understand, but his grumbling stomach interrupted him. Whatever he was going to say became an annoyed growl from deep in his throat, and he turned away. The sound had proven Juvia right, but she knew better than to do something as rude as point it out.

Perhaps it was because of that that he turned back to her, gave her a long, inquisitive stare. Scrutinizing. Eyes darting from her face, to the plate in her hands, then her face again. Then he snatched the roll from the plate and backed away. Did he think she'd try to take it back from him? Juvia stayed in her spot, then picked up her own roll without a word and took a bite.

The texture from the ham felt off, too dissimilar, but food should not be wasted.

Maybe it was impolite, but she watched the boy eat, wanting to see how he reacted. Juvia did enjoy cooking for others; she hoped one day she could convince him to try the real dish, as she used to make it. Taking a preemptive sniff (a dragon thing?), he bit off a chunk. After a blink he froze, eyes widening, and his pointed ears actually moved, flicking upward. Almost like a cat. Juvia did not know what that meant for him, and prepared to apologize if he said it tasted bad. But not a moment later did he take another bite, then another, until he was practically shoving the thing into his mouth and she was concerned he wasn't chewing. He was messy, but didn't seem to care, licking off any jam that oozed onto his hands. His eyes were ravenous. Juvia wondered when the last time he had a full meal was. His teeth and nails were pointy like a cat's too.

The last morsel disappeared down his throat, and he peered down at his hands, awaiting, hoping, for more. Then his gaze caught Juvia's and instantly averted.

“What're ya lookin’ at?” he scowled, the tips of his ears darkening. 

Juvia almost answered “you”, as that was obvious, he was the only other person in the room. But she stopped herself, realizing this wasn't the kind of question she was supposed to answer. Many adults had a tendency to ask that of her, and someone eventually explained that it was because she stared so much. They called her creepy. The question was actually a warning asking her to stop. Why people didn't just request that directly was a mystery to her.

She found herself fascinated with this dragon boy.

“What's your name?”

For all the horrible words the adult guild members had to say about him, none of them had ever bothered to tell Juvia his name.

From the surprise that replaced the irritation, a formal introduction had been far from his mind. He tilted his head, looking her up and down. On instinct, she copied the movement, mirroring him.

“Gajeel,” he replied, before turning and walking over to hop back onto the counter. To Juvia's astonishment, one of his hands transformed, a green glow of magic shining before it morphed into a large metal hook. He pushed the window open and climbed out. She could hear the hand-turned-hook digging into the stone; once his legs were out he was fully clinging to the exterior wall by the appendage.

He must be quite strong, to be able to hold up his weight like that despite the lack of proper eating.

Reaching back inside with his still human hand, he grabbed a couple items on the counter and placed them on the small shelf in front of the opening. Each action had the careful eye of someone who's done this numerous times. Juvia could only assume the purpose.

He didn't make eye contact when he spoke again. “It was good. . .the food.” And before Juvia could respond, could thank him, Gajeel closed the window and disappeared.

[glitterghost]

Physically, I'm here.

Mentally, I'm lying in the dark with all the friends I think about but have lost touch with, catching up and laughing, and just not missing them like I do. Lifetimes haven't passed. And I'm still with them in the heart of some of the most important times of my life.

[caluupin]

Father!!! ��🔥🔥🔥

[sga-owns-my-soul]

crying at 7am bc your best friends are Science Brains and try to explain the Cool Concept of Dimensionality to you but you are Too Dumb To Understand

[musubiki]

ok but imagine. lime goes up against the witch king and he fails!!! for one of the first times in his life he fails at something!!!!! but then mochi is able to defeat the witch king and for a sec lime is relieved and he’s so proud of her. he loves her so much. but then he sees a bright light and mochi falls. hes panicking slightly and calls her name quietly then louder as he runs over. the whole battlefield is so quiet bc everyone is like “was that…? did she —“ and once lime reaches her he pulls her body into his lap and takes one look at her face and just SCREAMS. the girl he loves is gone. her eyes are vacant. maybe if he were a little bit stronger he could’ve at the very least helped her defeat him. maybe land the final blow so she’d still be alive and she’d be smiling at him. maybe he’d get to tell her he loved her. but he has to settle for sobbing those words into her hair as he holds her to his chest — to feel her warmth one final time before its gone for good.

btw can totally imagine lime looking up and seeing sulluvan looming over him and lime has a full meltdown saying he won’t let him take mochi

PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

especially since that was the optimum plan.....let lime or taffy kill the witch king so they dont have to worry about if the wrath of the stars is even real or not

imagine if no one even realizes or registers what happened until they hear lime screaming and THEN it starts to settle in that oh god, please no, not mochi, are you fucking kidding me.,..

and as for sulluvan.......100% lime would lash out at him. get the fuck away from her. but i think the way sulluvan operates is a bit two-fold in the sense that he has a presence in the land of the living and the land of the dead at the same time. so yes hes standing near them, watching lime sob and cry and scream and beg over mochis corpse, but he is ALSO in the land of the dead watching mochi (or her soul anyway) doubled over and crying, not ready to face him, and not ready to leave yet,..

sulluvan calls out to her spirit and she says she knows. she knows she has to go. and asks him just give her a few moments before she has to leave

(anyway all that to say that lime couldnt stop sulluvan from taking her soul if he tried. its already happening)

[mettywiththenotes]

It’s the eyes again

[linkedin-corp]