#and this isnt really one of them but i just. i just do not like that at all xx i want nothing to do with that xx

[izu]

hey just wanna say that i LOVE your art!!! i’ve seen you on twitter and ugh just can’t get enough of it! also do you happen to have some johnshi headcannons?? cuz if you do i would like to see them all!! :3

thank you so much!!! i hope to draw more.... also get ready bc i have way too many headcanons and this'll probably be super long winded unfortunately . this isn't all of it but its most of it

- kenshi is a heavy sleeper. after moving in with johnny post-tournament he begins to unwind from his former unhealthy schedule that was supported by his yakuza lifestyle. johnny wakes up at 5 am to work out until lunch, and kenshi sleeps in til like noon or 1. johnny thinks its cute

- they either own a fuck ton of cats or ferrets. johnny seems like a ferret guy to me

- they like watching director's cuts of movies instead of actual movies because kenshi can actually understand a little more of whats happening while the directors explain certain scenes and go into depth about the composition and art direction. its a win win situation for both of them

- johnny actually reads a ton of books, but is embarrassed about it. leftovers from being a ""nerd"" in high school. kenshi thinks its adorable and he likes hearing johnny retell the book plot and express his exasperation with it unfolding as he reads

- johnny has a sweet tooth and kenshi has a more refined palette, he will try anything johnny sets in front of him though, even if he isnt much of a sweets guy

- on that same note, johnny is very good at cooking! every other night he plans a meal for them, and it's almost always a winner. lots of japanese style dishes (took some trial and error on johnny's part) because he wants to impress kenshi

- they go to red carpet events together after a couple of years of dating, but for a while they pretended (to the press, too) that kenshi was his newest bodyguard. rumors spread fast though and it ended up being a perfect time to let johnny come out publicly as bi

- kenshi's parents are actually very very supportive. i think he'd be nervous at first but his mom thinks johnny is very handsome and his father agrees its a good change for their family. kenshi has two sisters who absolutely raise hell over kenshi nabbing a sexy gaijin star and he is very embarrassed about it. much to johnny's delight

- they spend every weekend on the balcony of johnny's new loft in his jacuzzi just talking and being sappy. kenshi genuinely gets a lil upset when things come up and they miss their date nights

- everytime kenshi returns to the states after visiting home johnny makes a big scene at the airport. lunging at him, crying sobbing

- kenshi proposes first, but johnny had been nervously trying to wait for a good time to do it himself. one upped. he is still very upset about this well into their marriage as old yaois

- kenshi is the top 👍 i think we all knew this but still

- even if he doesn't need it, its sort of a ritual between them so they never stopped; johnny is still kenshi's sight dog when they go out and he doesn't feel like relying on sento.

- sento's ancestors like johnny a lot and kept being annoying about kenshi needing to get hitched already hskw7kejej

- kenshi is achillean, gay. always has been. his arrangement with suchin was. arranged. and she was his lesbian beard for a while. the two are very very close and she visits their home often. johnny is trans and bisexual, but he's only out about being bi.

- johnny tends to have a really shitty sleep cycle, light sleeper, easily thrown into insomnia, the busy street life can really fuck up his routine when hes already had a terrible day. which ends up with the both of them on the couch, talking, watching a show, kenshi with his head on johnny's shoulder. they fall asleep like that 7 times outta 10

- the older they get the sappier and grosser they get . everyone who knows them hates their gay asses . jax and sonya included

- also they both get dad bods when they get older bc of all the good eating. neither are insecure about it. its hot

- kenshi is undeniably the spoiled one. gifts, fancy dinner dates, unrelenting affection and praise. he starts believing he deserves good things, that he is loved, solely by johnny's persistence with showing him instead of telling him

- cris ends up being their friend again after a while. i just dont like the cris villainization when its contrasted with johnshi support. she had her reasons to be upset at her alcoholic, spending-addicted husband, y'all

- johnny like action/sci fi movies. kenshi likes romcoms.

- they host parties. they're awesome parties.

#answered #anonymous #asks #johnshi #kencage #there's definitely more i will add as i go i guess

[calliopesdiary]

Hi lovely! I love your writing! Can you do a single dad! james one shot where harry is in kindergarten (lily isn’t in the picture) and you’re harry’s teacher and james has a crush on you? No pressure if you don’t have time! Thank you!

hi dovie!! thanks for much for requesting! i was on holiday so i couldn’t respond quickly but i hope this was worth the wait 😊

-

Paper Rings~💌

singledad!jamespotter x fem!kindergartenteacher!reader

summary; Harry is a charming kid, but his dad might be even more charming.

a/n; no hate to my girl lily! i just like to imagine that she’s with mary or pandora (:

wc; 1.2k

warnings; none (:

contents; muggle au, james sirius and remus co-parent harry, lily isnt in the picture

YOU WERE NERVOUS, i mean, rightfully so.

Monday, August 23rd. the first day of school, and the first day of your new job.

in the past, you thought you’d be anything but a kindergarten teacher. but after volunteering with a local daycare over the summer…

you were smitten.

besides, you knew one day you’d actually have kids. but that was about… seven years down the line. (yes, you had your future all mapped out)

and it’s better this way, really. you get to hang out with the kids, paint with them, read with them, talk to them, and then at three o’clock you can just return them back to their parents and not have to deal with kids all night.

perfect plan, right?

wrong.

after pacing your well-decorated classroom back and forth about sixteen times in the past twelve minutes, a fellow teacher came in to chat.

“Hi, you’re Y/N, right?”

you spun around to the source of the greeting.

“sorry, yes, i am.”

you shook his hand with an anxious type of firmness.

“it’s nice to meet you, i’m Remus. i teach seventh grade.”

his smile lit up the awkward mood in the room.

“i assume you’re a bit nervous, yes?”

“a bit more than a bit.”

you admitted embarrassingly, they were just kids.

“well, you’ve definitely gotten the best age group to start out with.”

“i have?”

“mhm, all you have to do really is teach them their ABCs, and make sure they don’t eat the non-toxic paint.”

you let out a soft chuckle at that.

“i’ll certainly try my best, Remus.” he smiled.

“well, you’re about to get some kids in here so i should probably leave. just be careful, when i started out i was so much taller than the kids that some of them climbed onto me like i was a tree.”

he chuckled, definitely easing your nerves.

“that sounds like hell.”

“it was.” he nodded, closing your door with a soft thud, leaving you to your own thoughts and feelings.

until a young boy walked in with his dad, nervously clutching onto his big hand.

“hi… you’re ms. L/N, right?”

the dad spoke in a soft spoken manner, clearly not wanting to spook his son. (totally not because he was absolutely astonished and terrified that his sons teacher was maybe the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen)

“yes, i am.”

you answered with the same tone, swallowing down your anxiety.

“well… this is harry.”

Harry ducked behind his legs.

“i’m sorry, he’s not usually shy.”

“it’s alright, everybody gets nervous the first time they try anything.”

you crouched down to the boys level.

“hi, Harry. i’m Ms. L/N.”

“h-hi, Mrs. L/N."

the boy smiled cheekily as he held his little hands.

"we're gonna have so much fun today, so don't be scared." you returned his smile, yet you were probably about as nervous as he was.

you stood back up to face his dad, he was tall... very tall, and his eyes a hazel hue.

god, was he handsome.

no, that was not a good thing to say about someone who was definitely married with a kid.

but... maybe just sneak one more glance..

but, of course. the kids began to pile in, and the handsome young dilf dad waved goodbye to his son, and turned to leave.

little did you know he was thinking of you too.

your first day on the job was incredible, and time had flown by to Christmas Break.

your classroom was lovingly decorated for the holidays, and you had gotten to know your peers a bit better.

Remus was definitely your teacher buddy, you'd get coffee every Friday after school to discuss the past week and your plans for the next.

you had come to find out (through these coffee debriefs) that Remus was actually roommates with James- Harry's incredibly hot father.

and Remus was practically Harry's uncle, along with his long-time boyfriend, Sirius,

"So you're the Moony Harry is always talking about." He chuckled, blushing embarrassingly at the nickname.

"Moony was a nickname from High School, but Remus is difficult for Harry to pronounce so we went with that to make it easier."

You smiled, Harry was a very smart kid for his age.

"so.. James, is he-?"

"single? yeah, he chased after his highschool crush for about seven years at our boarding school, and once she finally gave in they got married quickly. but she eventually realized that she didn't like James that way, and had a thing for our close friend, Mary. so they broke off, luckily it wasn't a nasty divorce but Mary wasn't ready to take on the burden of a child, so James took Harry and now he lives with us."

Remus quickly explained before realizing that was probably a ton to drop onto you all the sudden.

"i-.. sorry, i didn't mean to drop that all on you at once."

"it's alright, and i'm sorry for James."

"he's alright now, the divorce took a large blow onto all of us, since... you know.."

"from the outside it looked perfect, didn't it?"

"couldn't have explained it better myself."

He smiled, sipping on his tea.

"besides, i think he's got his eye on someone."

"oh really? who?" that was a selfish question.

"you."

"w...what?"

you deadpanned, thinking he was joking.

why hasn't he said he was kidding?

where's the punchline?

"he wont stop bloody rambling about you, Y/N."

"what?!"

"yes! he wouldn't stop talking about how you had these braided pigtails two or three weeks ago and how adorable you looked-"

his rambling about James' minute obsession with you faded into the background as you attempted to process-

James, James Potter, James Fleamont Potter, your favorite students father.

likes you, his sons Kindergarten teacher who probably has black circles under her eyes because she barely sleeps anymore cause she stays up and thinks about him-

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?"

Remus broke you out of your thought jail.

"i said that you need to set something up with him, because i know you like him too and i cant keep being the monkey in the middle and trying to get you both to finally wake the fuck up and date eachother!"

You'd never heard Remus so insistent, he was always so calm and collected.

"Remus... i've never asked anyone out before."

"And? it's really not that difficult."

you sighed, pinching your nose bridge softly.

"fine, fine. I'll talk to him Monday."

and you dreaded Monday, but it also couldn't come soon enough.

after finishing up your classes for the day, you walked Harry to James.

"Hey.. Y/N."

"James."

"Daddy!" Harry went running to James, gripping onto his leg with all of his toddler force.

"He did great today, as usual."

"That's great to hear..."

You accidentally stared into his eyes for moments longer than you should have, but it didn't feel awkward.

"Y/N, I have something i need to tell you."

"i have something i need to tell you too..."

"I like you, alot."

you blushed furiously, why wasn't this easy?

"i-i-i like you too.. alot."

"would you... want to go out for dinner, sometime?"

"I'd like that."

"FINALLY!" shouted an exasperated Harry.

#marauders era #fem!reader #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders #fanfiction #kindergarten teacher reader #x james potter #reader x james potter

[fictionfixations]

wasnt planning on making a post but im doing it now so uh

helluva boss the full moon episode (i dont remember which one it was. s2 ep8?? i think? idk)

(i just realized i said 'hazbin hotel' my bad. if i make a mistake like that uhh oops)

and yall are stolas defenders so im gonna talk about blitz (dont get me wrong i love both of them)

let me talk about it

(i dont know if i make any sense so oops)

notice how during stolas' proposal basically (cant help but see the gem as like a wedding ring ngl) blitz's eyes are shining because he cant help but hope

and then when he goes 'ohh youre just fucking with me right? this is some roleplay shit right?'

because its so incomprehensible in his mind that this is what he truly thinks it is.

anyway people have explained before about how stolas then proceeds to shut him out like being faced with blitz being in denial about it and taking it as a rejection

meanwhile blitz is like 'wait a second you were SERIOUS?'

and then hes like 'wAIT' because hes trying to understand. to comprehend that stolas was being real about it. that someone wants him. but then he doesnt have the time to think about it because stolas is leaving and he doesnt want stolas to leave

and yknow how blitz is hes kind of an asshole so then he defaults to being angry and frustrated. (i wonder if he feels like he'll only be heard by being angry and yelling. or if by being angry, by shutting people out and being the one to break it off makes blitz feel more in control. anyway-)

no but listen before this hes like 'what the fuck?' stolas leaves, blitz follows him in silence still in that confused and hella surprised state because it was so unexpected while stolas' talking about stuff

hes silent for awhile (probably trying to make sense of it while half-listening)

and then stolas is like 'thats enough to know what this is' and THEN blitz gets all angry and yelling

and inside hes just like. ..thats it? but its like. stolas is going to leave. and he doesnt want him to go. but he also doesnt know how to express that (especially with stolas having completely shut him out at this point in his own feeling, so set in the rejection without realizing that blitz hadnt actually rejected it. had been in disbelief instead of an actual no. and i get why he didnt stay to continue the conversation it just. sucks. so bad.)

("Can I get a fucking minute to think" got stuck in my head) and then blitz gets angry and blames stolas because thats whose infront of him. someone he can yell at and get angry which is so much easier then trying to decipher his feelings, or stolas' feelings. to try to understand. to be vulnerable especially in front of someone who he may like but its also complicated considering the power imbalance, or how all royals are asses so surely stolas cant be different, how its just a transactional relationship and nothing serious.

hes also saying things he doesnt necessarily mean meanwhile stolas is taking it to heart like 'this is how he really feels about me' when that isnt true (blitz is kind of just making excuses. and instead of being 'set free' as it might seem to stolas, it seems to him like stolas is just. throwing him away. getting bored of him. hes ignoring the love confession stolas just says 'i want you' PLEASE be more blunt about it oh my god theres so many wordings that i have an issue with from stolas im going to be honest.

like LISTEn he goes 'i want you'. blitz is in denial. stolas then starts to acceptance/resignment and blitz is like 'wait a fucking second'

so blitz who thought they were going to have a sexy time. suddenly gets hit with feelings out of the blue. and he doesnt do good with those. and its so incomprehensible that he doesnt believe it. and then basically stolas rejects him right after with blitz realizing 'wait you were serious?' and then gets angry like 'what? no, it can't be over. ..well fuck YOU then!' like. he kind of feels betrayed? like 'how dare you spring this feelings bullshit on me (and then LEAVE)'

also is he projecting? has he experienced something??? and i really dont think hes had the chance to properly process so he's just shoving it aside and focusing on the then and now. which is stolas leaving and dismissing him which blitz takes offence to and accuses him of being like all the other royal assholes. because he doesnt know how else to communicate. this is not to say that he isnt an asshole because he is, but id like to say that theres reasons to all of it.

ALSO ALSO. i think its less that blitz believes stolas to be like that but (besides reasoning to himself that stolas is just like all the others so he can distance himself and cut ties even if it hurts) that its because thats the position stolas has and so its what he turns to for insults. i had more to say about this part but i already forgot, oops.

and ive seen people talk about this too but stolas conversing through words while blitz converses through feelings. so its like for blitz youre not meant to listen to what hes saying but to listen to the feeling? meanwhile stolas being through words (thus probably feeling like 'i want you' is explanation enough while blitz needs more clarification then that)

and potentially with stolas being all horny around him cause haha my crush is here and hes hot and i love him and aaah making blitz think stolas just wants him because of what he can offer? (and maybe if hes never faced love that its unrecognizable? especially towards him?) a thought to go onto another time

also another thought to go down. you think after blitz realizes hes serious that hes trying to coomunicate. with the 'can i get a FUCKING moment to think'

and then his mouth goes on autopilot and starts insulting him trying to stall trying to get him to stay even if its with hurtful words because thats what hes used to thats what he does (also defaulting to anger)

just like yelling at him trying to get stolas to just stop walking. to stop turning his back on him.

and hes just running on anger at that point because he didnt get too long to process that stolas was serious so a part of him still thinks that its just. not real? and hes running off of that because again its so much easier than being vulnerable with someone

blitz has. probably been very trustful of someone, only for them to betray him and hurt him and use him so ahdishfu

also probably blitz's attempt at trying to get them to actually communicate

to get him to stop. stand still. stop leaving. stop moving. just turn around, face him, and talk. to get all their feelings out and explain. to clarify.

maybe he even wants stolas to get angry because that's what he's used to. wants him to get angry so they can get it all out there. maybe wants a part of him to feel vindicated of 'he was right, stolas was an asshole', the part of him that doesnt want to be close to anyone in fear of being hurt

..and then stolas doesn't react how blitz expects him to. (because they DONT understand each other at all! they don't interact all that much outside of sex, and stolas offering it to blitz is rejected)

blitz realizing 'wait... shit...' to wheres hes immediately brought out of his anger by stolas' words

'goodbye'

also it almost sounds like blitz is saying 'Stolas, wait I'm s-' as in 'im sorry'

realizing it wasnt going as he expected it to. that stolas really was serious. that stolas was hurt. that stolas was going to actually leave and blitz. doesnt. want that to happen. so then he. tries.

and then goes 'what the fuck' when he appears outside

and honestly sometimes a lot of relationships need space from each other to realize who they are without them. and also to realize how much they care about the other, yknow? to understand their feelings without anything else complicated thrown into the mix.

listen: blitz could go back into complete denial like 'no fuck stolas actually-'. realize he misses stolas, actually.

cause i feel like he really did try at the end only to get shut out (its a really complicated situation because ive also seen people talk about how blitz yelling could remind stolas of stella(?) i think the person he divorced)

and it could be seen as rejection of him trying to do feelings talk. which he could double down on his 'no one can love you, itll only bring you hurt' idea, or bringing other people hurt (as in his mother's death or fizz getting hurt)

but i feel like he also needs time to just realize things. to think things through instead of being faced with immediately having to respond because theyre talking face to face. immediately having to respond because stolas is leaving and if he doesnt say anything then that'll be it.

its complicated. honestly, though. i feel like its for the better for them to have this break. to rebuild their life without the transactional relationship. i just wonder how they'll get back together (daughter plotting time? maybe?)

i wonder if hell has therapy. (...but also. what if the therapists were corrupt and didnt hold any form of patient privacy???)

hh

anyway i dont know if i made sense. ive just had these thoughts stuck in my head so ive just been spewing out all the ones related to this so i could stop thinking about it

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holyfuck ok

also also i have more to add

okay so you know stolas' line of 'you have no obligation to touch me or to bed me'

you know what that sounded like with loona having told blitz 'hes getting tired of you'

it sounded like stolas didnt want blitz to basically touch him anymore. which is probably blitz' interpretation of it and thus his anger of 'you think you can do this shit just because im an imp and youre a royal?' or whatever (hes not even touching the fact of the gem. its 'am i not good enough? i can do better!' because the book was the only reason in his mind why he could interact with stolas. and just. aghhh)

any more thoughts im shoving here in the future before i get more brainrot over this

#helluva boss #thoughts #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss full moon #full moon episode #helluva boss the full moon #hb spoilers #blitz #blitzø #blitzo #helluva boss blitz #helluva blitz #stolas #helluva boss season 2 #stolas goetia

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Hello! First off I wanna say I love you’re style and designs/shapes you give all the characters they’re super memorable and fit them so well.

Secondly someone might’ve asked this before but what are Astral and Dark Mist like in your college au?

HI THANK YOU!! i love exploring shapes in designs and stylizing characters so much...gives me so much joy 🥺

and actually nobody's asked about Astral and 96 in my college AU, gives me a chance to draw 'em! >:3c

Astral is Yuma's cool autistic internet friend and fairly recent transfer student, he's studious and quiet and Yuma is SOO SO EXCITED TO SHOW HIM AROUNDDDD EVERYONE CHEER AND CLAP FOR MY BESTIE RIGHT NOWWWW. i cant decide on a major for him rn but whatever it is he is an excellent student... eventually Yuma and Astral become roommates but currently Astral's staying with his host family (uh. Arven and his parents. from pokemon. dont worry about it ❤) and learning a lot. about insane American families.

Dark Mist meanwhile is, Kind of Just Some Guy. But Watch Out

isnt really related to Astral in any capacity in this AU, except for an instance of 96 committing identity fraud with Astral's credit card number and that's a fun new experience for poor Astral :,) He's just a slimy skeevy guy Vector gets into some business partnership schemes with (and kind of cant stand.) Has 35 fake IDs and 125 fake names and eventually one of his schemes goes south and he dies when his house explodes (long story) (dont worry about it 🥴)--now Vector's still in the middle of trying to unload all of Mist's illegal bullshit and it's a REAL PAIN IN THE ASS. He ditched Mist's car in the reservoir just outside of town and if you saw him do that no you didnt <3

#ygo posting #asks #marblesmind #ygo spinoff college au #astral #dark mist #and vector too but he does NOT want to be here #i need to ponder a last name for astral... hmmm.... 96 definitely just goes but 'dark mist' though. like ok man thats cool

[smashlovesscream]

OKAY HELLOOOO FGFGGYFGERFEY

SO THIS ISNT 100% LIKE WHAT YOU SAID BUT ITS... SOMETHING THAT IVE BEEN WORKING ON FOR A FIC IDEA AND THIS IS WHAT I AHVE SO FAR [its genuinely formatted just like this in my docs as well BHSDHDHVH]

Interviewer: How would you describe the way you were feeling, during all the murders?

Billy Loomis: Which ones? The ones I actually committed? 

Interviewer: Yes.

Billy Loomis: I'd say it was ecstatic. Fueled by adrenaline and Endorphins. 

Interviewer: Is it true that you seemed to have manipulated Stuart Macher into being your accomplice?

Billy Loomis: No. Stu can't- couldn't be manipulated like that. He's actually the one who came up with a good bit of the plan. I'm just the main one who acted it out.

Interviewer: So it's true You And Stu were rather close?

Billy Loomis: Yes. We had been very close.

Interviewer: How close?

Billy Loomis: Randy and Tatum would often say that I was his closest friend, but really I was probably more like his wife, if anything.

Interviewer: Interesting choice of words, Mr. Loomis.

Billy Loomis: I have nothing to hide. You've already caught me. 

Interviewer: Right.. Now, can you tell me about your feelings of Stuarts death?

Billy Loomis: He'll surely be missed, even if it's only by me. Though, I'm sure his parents will want me dead. Assuming they're the ones who think I manipulated him.

Interviewer: They have strong opinions on your trial, yes.

Billy Loomis: Any more questions, Doctor?

Interviewer: Just two more. How would you feel if Stuart wasn't actually dead?

Billy Loomis: Relieved, maybe. I'd want him to be okay, even if it's not easy for him.

Interviewer: And, if he was alive, do you know where he'd go to hide?

Billy Loomis: I'm sorry Doctor, I don't carry that kind of information on hand.

Interviewer: You're aware that withholding such information on an ongoing investigation could ruin your trail, right?

Billy Loomis: Yes, I'm aware. But regardless of what the end may be, I want him far away from you people as possible. Which, unfortunately, means I'm utterly useless to you guys in finding him. Sorry to disappoint. 

"Nothing to hide" He says, as he hides something from them- HAHAH- okay anyways MREOW ENJOY

EXPLDISHSJSJSJPSODH

Explodes yes ye suebwysbeosbsoa

YES

YESSSSS BRO IT INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THIS SCENE NOW AHHHHHH… zndjsjaknGRRRR

#Starts keyboard smashing #scream 1996 #scream #billy loomis #billy #stuilly #scream movie #loomis #post scream #post massacre #post billy

[frierengf]

i can see us dying — choso x reader

— it absolutely terrifies you. the complexity and countlessness of the emotions his existance makes you feel. he terrifies you, disgusts you, and he probably hates you. that should be it, but for some reason it isnt.

wc : 2626 | ao3 [tags & notes]

It’s awfully cold in the cramped little storage shack. Your eyes have not yet adjusted to the darkness of the room, but you remember the words, the orders you’d been told. Absolutely no flashlights, absolutely no fighting and /absolutely/ no taking more than what you came for.

The shack is filled with weapons of all shapes and sizes, training dummies and ropes, shelves upon shelves packed with cursed objects. Eventually you find the small glass containers.

Ten of them, lined up in a neat little row.

”One, two and three. No more and no less.”

You squint as you lean closer, checking for any labelling of the objects. You don’t want to touch anything you don’t need to, even though you’re wearing gloves. Getting on the bad side of the Jujutsu society higher ups would mean the end of your life.

Finally you spot it, tiny engraved kanji on the metal bases of the containers. You grab one, two and three, carefully placing them in the bag you’d been supplied with. Padded and small, pockets custom fit to the little cylinders, made to look like any normal purse.

As soon as the bag snaps shut you hurry out, hoping to god no one has noticed the unconcious attendants outside the building. You make your way through the campus, moving carefully through the shadows. The suit you’d put on is just a bit too big and untailored to really fool anyone looking closely enough, but if you really need an excuse, it should work. You hope it works.

The mask covering your face is suffocating and the tie around your neck is nearly choking you. For as long as you’ve done this, you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to it. The espionage is one thing, but the fear of getting caught is an entirely other thing. A thing that shakes you to your core, a thing you only do when there is no way you’d live if you didn’t.

When you finally exit the gates you carefully look back and take a few steps down the stairs, just enough to be out of sight. As soon as you are, you speed into a sprint, moving quickly through the woods, down to the road where you’d parked your battered old motorcycle.

The trip is not particularly far, but the wind and anxiety whistling in your ears makes it feel like hours. Your eyes flicker between the empty streets and the road you drive on.

You stop outside a dilapidated alleyway, cramped between a rundown love hotel and a shabby old bar. The alleyway is filled with old boxes and trash bags, and you do your best to manouver between them towards the stairs leading down to your meeting spot. Quickly pressing the code into the tiny keypad on the door, you move forwards just slightly as the door pops open.

As you step into the room, ready to dump the bag and get your money before leaving, you instead stop in your tracks, eyes widening at the sight of the bodies behind the monk.

You swallow down your questions and your nausea.

Get the money and get out.

”Here,” you force out as you place the bag down on the table. The monk hums, smiling at you with closed eyes.

”All three are in there I presume?”

”Yes.”

Three. Three cursed objects. Three bodies slumped against the wall in front of you. Your brain makes the connection, entirely against your will. The nausea you swallowed down grows, bubbling in your gut.

You’re broken from your discomforting haze by the sound of a wad of cash being put down next to the bag.

”Sorry to do this the analouge way, but you know how it is,” the monk says with a snide smile. You bite your tounge.

”Yep.”

The words are tense. You reach down to take your money, but the second you wrap your fingers around the stack a hand rests upon yours and a shiver runs down your spine.

”Thank you very much for doing business with us.”

You stare at him for just a second before your eyes start jumping between the bodies behind him, his hand on top of yours, the bag on the table.

You can’t say no problem and you definetly can’t say my pleasure.

”You’re welcome.”

——————

You spot him in the grocery store one day. You almost can’t process it. You’re sure you look insane, the way your eyes widen and your knees crumble down. The way your hand slaps over your mouth and you nearly begin to cry.

You feel disgusted. You are disgusted. With that awful monk, with yourself. Not with him, not really. It’s not his fault. He isn’t here anymore after all. Replaced by some monster wearing his skin. It’s your fault.

The thing wearing that innocent mans body is disgusting and it’s all your fault. You get up, shaky and dryheaving, and stumble out of the store. You pass him and he only throws a questioning glance your way. You glare at him and you think you see some form of realization spread across his face as you leave.

——————

The two of you bump in to oneanother one evening. The midnight streets of Tokyo are packed with people, but when you feel a shoulder bump against yours, your eyes snap to the perpetrator, only to widen in astonishment. His eyes only narrow when they meet yours.

He knows who you are this time, and that fact terrifies you. Your steps speed up, you elbow your way through the crowds, muttered apologies leaving your lips. He can’t catch you. You can’t let him catch you.

You don’t even know if he’s following you, yet you still move quickly through the crowds, pulling up your hood and putting on your mask. You don’t want to see him, and you don’t want him to see you.

——————

He walks up to you in the street one night, pulling you into an alleyway. You instantly rip your arm out of his grasp and he turns around to face you, crowding you against the wall, intimidating you. Or at least trying to. You’re too disgusted to be scared anymore.

”It’s all your fucking fault.” His voice is raspy and hurt. You clench your jaw.

”I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about man.” The rain beats down around the two of you. You shrink down into your jacket.

”It’s your fault my brothers are dead. You ruined our lives. They didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for this.”

You let out a shaky breath as you step closer to him. You don’t know his name. You don’t know if he even has a name. You don’t think you want to know it, even if he has one.

He used to have one, that’s all you know.

”Newsflash man, I didn’t ask for it either. Do you think I wanted to take that job? Do you think I want a connection to those people? Everyone has to be selfish sometimes. If you think I knew it would end up like this you’re dead wrong.”

Your finger presses against his chest and his face is inches from yours. You hear his heartbeat and feel his breath. It unnerves you down to your core.

”Don’t go around blaming people when you could’ve got up and left if you wanted. My life would’ve been ruined if I didn’t take that job. Judge me all you want but do not act as if I’m the only one to blame.”

——————

You hate that you keep seeing him. Alone on the streets, in stores and cafes with the rest of that offputting group. You always hope that it’s the guilt and shame that pulls your eyes towards him, but you know that isn’t the only reason.

Maybe if the circumstances were different. If you had a normal job and he hadn’t been possessed by a cursed object you’d stolen. If you were just a normal girl and he was just a normal boy. If you hadn’t been the cause for what took his normal life away.

You don’t like how you feel when you see him. You try to pretend the hatred and disgust is just directed outwards, at him, but you know you’re lying to yourself. It’s not his fault, not at all really. He’s not the one who walked in and asked to join the pretend group of villians and he’s not the one who stole cursed objects from a heavily guarded storage room.

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You can’t sleep. It haunts you. He haunts you. You see him in your dreams. You wouldn’t really call them dreams, but you’re not sure how else to describe them. Vivid hallucinations that feel so real that you don’t even realize they’re fake. You can always tell when you’re dreaming, usually.

You see his body, slumped against the wall. You see the monk, forcing his mouth open and pushing the cursed object down his throat, like helping a cat swallow medicine. His body begins to twitch, cracking and snapping in unnatural ways. You feel nauseous. You try to scream, try to cry, but nothing comes out.

Even in your silence, the monk turns to you with a disgusted sneer on his face. He says something, but you can’t hear him. Tears build in your eyes, burning and stinging.

Memories that have never existed begin to infiltrate the visions. A weird alternate reality, that never could’ve been true in this universe. Summery school days. A girl and a boy. Your skirt fluttering in the wind and him carrying both of your bags, even though you’d insisted he didn’t need to. He comes to your club performance, and you smile at him while you sing. You’re good he mouths. Thank you you mouth back when your part is over.

You feel like the whiplash nearly kills you. The white static nausea of the first scenario compared to the radio love song warmth of the second one.

As much as you resent it, a love song like that is one thing you’ve longed for longer than you can remember.

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Some days, an overwhelming feeling that you don’t belong takes over your entire being. Not in a lonely way, like when you’re left out by your peers, or not in on the joke. In a way that makes you feel like something is fundamentally wrong with you, a way that makes you feel that you’re not made for this world.

This world isn’t made for you, your father would’ve said. He isn’t here anymore, and your only empty comfort is the broken casette tape of his voice that you’ve buried deep into your brain.

Another little voice, buried even deeper, one that you fight to repress every time it comes back, speaks up as well.

What if he feels the same way?

——————

You get a job offer. The notice is short term, and so is the job, but the amount of money offered is big, and in your account as soon as you accept. It’s not like you had any actual halloween plans anyways.

A mere hour or two into the job and you begin to regret it. You don’t like working with other people and you don’t like getting more than you bargained for. You’re not good at communicating with people, you’re just good at following orders. Unfortunately for you, a veil that you can’t seem to leave is cutting off contact from the very people giving you orders.

You sit, cramped up in a bathroom stall with your legs pulled up to your chest, without knowing what or who you’re waiting for.

Eventually you move. Most of the screams have died down and all the violent slams and shakes seem far away enough that you should be safe.

After a few minutes of walking around, trying to think of where to go or who to contact, you stop.

You’re not surprised that he’s here. You are surprised at the fact that he’s sitting curled up in a tiny alcove in the station wall. He doesn’t seem to notice your approach. You step closer, ever so carefully, and poke at his leg with your shoe.

”Hey.”

He doesn’t react.

You bump your shoe against his chest this time, just like you had with your finger that time that feels like years ago by now. ”Hello.”

He startles, and you back away quickly. His gaze snaps up to yours.

”You.”

”Me.”

Silence festers in the tunnels beneath the earth.

”I need to go,” he says. ”I need to help.”

You blink at him. ”Okay.”

”Come with,” he continues. You almost laugh.

”Are you joking?” He frowns.

”No.”

Silence festers between tense bodies, poised for fight or flight.

”I’m leaving,” you say.

He stares at you for a while and you begin to falter under his heavy gaze.

”You always run.”

You scoff. ”Does it look like I have any obligation to stay here? I was hired for recon, not to fight. I’m getting all my savings and getting out of Japan, so yeah, I guess I am running. Do you, out of everyone, have a problem with that?”

He frowns at your words, and you can’t, for the love of everything that is holy, think of any reason why he would be upset that you’re leaving.

He doesn’t deign to give you a reply, instead beginning to move, upwards and outwards. You stand still for just a moment, before making off in the opposite direction.

——————

You leave Japan. Your savings get you a flight to Taipei and a passable little hotel room. Most of your days consist of nothing more than going to your part-time waitress job followed by hours and hours of watching the news and scrolling through japanese sorcerer forums for any updates you can find.

On Christmas Eve you’re called in to work as one of the few employees without any particular holiday plans. You don’t mind, not really. It’ll mostly be to-go orders and loners like you coming in for a quick meal and some beer.

As you’re clearing a few tables, you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You throw a glance to your boss. His eyes meet yours, and you look towards to break room door before looking back at him, the question going unspoken. He gives you a short nod.

You pull out your phone as soon as you sit down on the dingy old couch. The notification is from one of the largest sorcerer forums out there.

A livestream?

The title of the stream claims that you are watching the battle between Gojo Satoru and Ryoumen Sukuna, but it looks more like a cheap action movie filled with quick blurs and massive explosions.

You grimace slightly and shove your phone into your pocket.

Not worth watching.

When you come back home from your shift, you pull up the livestream again. The title has changed, however. It now claims that Gojo Satoru is dead, and the fight is currently between Ryoumen Sukuna and the stragglers of Japans Jujutsu Society.

There are fewer explosions this time, but the blurs of movement remain the same speed, maybe even quicker. Your eyes flick across the screen to take in as many details as possible.

Fallen buildings, large indents in the ground from Domains and powerful clashes. Something on the ground blurs, and suddenly theres a camera switch.

You see his corpse.

You never even got to learn his name.

You think back to that one dream you had with him. A warm summer, just like a love song.

You never even got to learn his name.

Life goes on.

Maybe in the next one, we can have our love song.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso x reader

[eminsunnytoons123]

⚠️⚠️⚠️ATTENTION EVERYONE FROM MY TUMBLR FAMILY AND EVEN CLASS OF 3000 FANS!!!!!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

@splashy900 @kxllboii @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsaclark @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @mysafespaceblog13 @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sayuri-does-skits @typical-sophie @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @itsmyaltaccountforshiitybloglol0 @ducktoonz903707 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @acen402 @diego-r-the-artist-2009 @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @muppet-fan-frr @thegroovyskull @blo0st4r @vickymcsworld @fancytigercupcake And @muppet-fan-real And @cheezekennith

This isnt really something dangerous, but...

Y'all, we gotta give Class of 3000 some more attention!

I know I tagged y'all yesterday again in all the Melanie Martinez songs I relate to, but oh well ^/////^; And y'all gotta hear me out on this one

So, I have now gotten to deviantart again but without an account on my computer because I wanted to look at some class of 3000 fanart, And I noticed that theres mostly with The Main cast (sunny, lil' D, philly Phil, Madison, Eddie, tamika, kim And kam), And not really with other characters such as: Salieri, lil' G, Freddie, Brooklyn Bill, Addison, Bambi, jim And Jam, cheddar man "Charles", mila... Etc the characters I Drew. And lots of People in class of 3000 community fan-girl And fan-boy over Madison, And even make fetish arts out of her, not only her, but also kim And tamika. And that really bothered me... But its Nice that they made lots of funny, innocent And cute scenarios And fanart of class of 3000 Main cast, And I even saw FOUR fanarts of kaylie

But I wanna say that we all should make fanart of class of 3000 here too since muppets is mostly trending here on tumblr... And I say....

LETS SHINE SOME LIGHT ON CLASS OF 3000 TO BE ON TUMBLR FAMOUS TOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! =>v<= ✨🌟💥💥💥🎉🎉🎉🎉🔥🔥🔥

But no like, I really wanna see more fanart of class of 3000 characters, not only the Main cast, but even the characters I Drew for 'co3k: back to the SING!', im not forcing my loved ones in my tumblr family to do that tho, this is just an offer And an reminder because this is my wish too since eid Mubarak olsun is now gonna start on june 16th =^_^=

And if y'all wanna make fanart out of class of 3000 here on tumblr, y'all can use the deviantart link I now puted here on this post as inspirations, And even use 'co3k' And 'class of 3000' tag =^///^=

And! I was imagining class of 3000 in an anime style, And I have even saw two fanarts of anime styled class of 3000, one with Sunny, And one with Madison. =^/////^=

Even 'co3k: back to the SING!' will have the artstyles And movements between an cartoony And anime artstyle since I have both an 'anime-ish And cartoon-ish' artstyle, And I was thinking of giving Sunny his natural short hair, because its literal pain to draw his hair ^///^;

And from now on, I'll even use 'co3k' tag when posting class of 3000 related stuff too =^_^= but remember, my first tag of class of 3000 is still 'class of 3000'

And I really hope I'll see some class of 3000 fanarts here on tumblr too, since tumblr has always been my home since september 24th of 2022... 🤞😖🤞

And also!

~Heres some of my wishes about class of 3000 for this month since its gonna be eid Mubarak olsun~

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Number 1 - to see more class of 3000 characters fanart And even some scenarios of them, And possibly even in anime artstyle since Im planning to make them in anime artstyle

Number 2 - being asked about my class of 3000 AU's by my loved ones in my tumblr family or literally any class of 3000 fans that are curious about my class of 3000 AU's And even 'co3k: back to the SING!'

Number 3 - (before I start, if y'all wanna make class of 3000 fanarts similar to these I found on deviantart, just let me know that ya made them, either send me the post on private messages or even @ me in the post ^_^ And again, Im not forcing or anything. Just offering some love for class of 3000.) Seeing class of 3000 arts such as these from deviantart:

Crossover comics with class of 3000 And more characters y'all like ↑

Anime styled ↑

Headcanon or Canon ships ↑

Crossovers again ↑

Redraw scenes from the Show ↑ this example from ETAlternative I gave is probably from the Show or not ^^;

RP like drawn, something like "doki doki literature Club" And more anime RP games

Number 4 - Seeing fanarts of MY And even some canon class of 3000 ships here on tumblr

Number 5 - after making the Main cast of class of 4000, I wanna see some fanarts And RESPECT for my class of 4000 characters like for the moopets, whatnots, teppums And parodies

Number 6 - Seeing some class of 3000 cosplays, not only Sunny cosplays. And maybe even Seeing Salieri And his students cosplays

Number 7 - Seeing some class of 3000 fanfics And Journal stories, maybe even some from Anna @aquamarine-dream-queen

Number 8 - Seeing artworks And stories of class of 4000 characters, like, moony And his students (And dont worry, i'll draw philly phil's, tamika's, eddie's, kim And kam's whatnot Brothers And Sisters counterparts And the rest of the cast =^///^=)

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I know that thats a lot of wishes And desires I want for class of 3000, but they really need some attention and love like the muppets, And again, Im not forcing any of my loved ones in my tumblr family to do it, but I would be very flattered if they do these ^////^; 💛🧡

Thats all I have to say for this topic! I may make another post like this later =^_^=

I hope y'all will like this wishes And desires I have, And thanks for listening~ =^////^= 🧡💛♥️

#emin rambles #class of 3000 #co3k #emin's wishes and desires #reminder #advice #attention #ATTENTION PLEASEEE!!

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.

and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.

...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.

see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.

while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.

especially if the president of the united states is on board.

yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.

and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."

but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.

...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.

not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.

yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.

but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire

#kai rambles #so like #i enjoy ships and learning about them and looking at them but like #i dont really care for warships #i dont hate them viscerally like i do cruise ships but i never really care for them #apart from the ones that were just like either ridiculously designed like the hms captain or the vasa or the novgorod #or the ones where just insane shit happened like with the william d porter #like this isnt even the extent of the porters unfortunate incidents like shr was sank by a kamikaze attack that MISSED #but somehow ended up below the ship and exploded and just like yeeted the porter out of the water #william d porter #uss william d porter #ww2 #world war 2 #world war ii #warships #again warships are really not my thing but god some of them are so fucking funny #uss iowa #fdr #franklin d. roosevelt #this suddenly got so many notes in like less than 24 hours what the fuck #shipposting

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc prompt #man i just really need more dpdc stuff where danny and bruce have a good relationship. like man i NEED it. like i need to see these two #bonding together. and not in a cracky 'oh danny is a distant friend/cousin/etc' stuff but like. active participants in each other's lives #or as active as can be in this case. i neeeeed these two getting along and caring about one another #this idea came to me like last night and hasn't left since nd it was driving me up the wall to think about both positively and negatively b #i neeeded someone to hear about this or i was gonna implode #danny is the first son #tried to just get the general gist of the idea down but i definitely thought of the idea that bruce lowkey suspects vlad for having a hand #Vlad allows Danny to sneak off because he thinks Danny is alone. if he knew Bruce was there he'd be piiisssed and would put a stop to it #Sam and Tucker are alive they just got ghosted for a bit by danny bc he was in Major Grief and didn't wanna socialize. He couldn't go to #them because he didn't wanna put them in danger via Vlad. #oh that thing he handed Bruce? Yeah that's his ghost core. I have a headcanon (that isnt always applied) that ghosts can take their cores #out of their bodies at will and painlessly and without issue. and its common practice actually to do so bc they can be a not insignificant #distance away from said core before problems start to act up. and its common for ghosts to leave their physical cores at their lairs for #safekeeping because as long as the physical core is fine: so is the ghost. they can reform if their body gets destroyed. it also acts as a #fast travel sometimes. where they can reform at their core in an instant. its not inspired in the slightest by SU but i do see the overlap #most cores are pretty small for safety sake: its harder to hit if its small. and they're pr resilient too but its better to be safe than #sorry. so yeah. danny essentially gave bruce the physical embodiment of his soul and indirectly said #'if anything happens to me at least i'll be safe with you' #danny doesn't know he's batman btw #starry rambles. #was gonna go into danny becoming a vigilante beside bruce but im sleeeepy so i'll do that in a reblog. he's gonna go by nightingale if #anyone is interested. stereotypical but to be frank it is a *good* name imo. has a good amount of syllables and consonants to it #and the bird theme. and since its part of an ancestral name it has even more backing for it being bird-y without being meta

[spaciebabie]

oh so you wanna fuck that monster huh. make sexy art of them without giving them muscles and/or making them look human

#spacie spoinks #this doesnt apply 2 monsters that are already humanoid #also its just a personal thing but muscles on male characters largely turn me off #hjdfkjsdf LIKE WHY IS STILL THE ONLY 'SEXY' MALE FORM IN FANDOM MUSCULAR AND/OR SKINNY #IM SOOO TIRED #yall be giving muscles 2 muh fuckers who DO NOT NEED THEM SHITS #IF YOU NEED 2 HUMANIZE A MONSTER IN ORDER 2 FUCK IT..............YOU AINT A MONSTERFUCKER DAWG................ #''wow this character is really sexy 2 me b/c of how human it looks now!!'' #you'll see the original design be some hulking beast who's shape isnt humanoid in the slightest and then some guy #will come along and be like ''hahaha yeah i wanna fuck this thing'' and then take the characters head and put it on a muscular human body #what is the point dawg. #this can also apply 2 robots #i dont caaareee if you have a humanoid design for 'x' robot/monster character #the problem is when you just. take a stereotypically attractive human body slap the character's head on here and then go crazy over that #and like the original character design does nothing for you. #dude. you dont want 2 fuck these characters you want 2 fuck a human wearing an object/animal head 😭 #true monster/robotfuckers want that thang in its canon form. you cant ride w/us if you're like that dawg #dont mind me this is just a pet peeve i have #its even worse when its female characters oh my godddd #these muh fuckers dont want 2 fuck monsters they wanna fuck a human woman cosplaying as one #good LORD

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

This is an analysis of Kaveh and Alhaitham’s argument posted on the Port Ormos bulletin board!! Because it is crazy actually!!

I think this exchange of theirs out of the three posted throughout Sumeru is particularly interesting, and this is due Alhaitham openly expressing that Kaveh does not understand what Alhaitham is really trying to say to him: “I have never denied what you meant, but you don’t understand what I am saying to you at all.”

This exchange is relevant in various ways in exploring the motif of communication. As according to their usual rapport, the two disagree over their differing philosophies, as in sensibility versus rationality, however, Alhaitham’s particular concerns in Kaveh spending his money on “nonsense” highlights the underlying reason for this exchange. From this comment, the argument is recontextualised through Alhaitham’s intention for getting involved, as Kaveh prompts the workmen to take his money in order to help them out.

When Alhaitham states that this is a meaningless action due to the inevitability of people rising or falling on their own accord, rather than solely critiquing Kaveh’s “impulsiv[e]” altruism, as Kaveh interprets, Alhaitham is directly contradicting his own comment – as he is interfering on Kaveh’s decisions.

As concern is evidently the intention behind his interference, Kaveh cannot perceive this, and instead attempts to critique Alhaitham’s perspective in return, although Alhaitham states: “Make no mistake. I have never denied what you meant…” This response asserts that Alhaitham does not deny, but rather agrees with, Kaveh’s statement of “mutual assistance, fairness, and righteous anger” driving the world.

In lieu of this, rather than continuing the argument, Alhaitham claims that there is no point to it, as Kaveh does not understand what he is saying, as in, Kaveh does not understand that his intentions in interfering are out of concern. He follows this up, regardless, by criticising Kaveh’s handling of his budget, as, evidently, Kaveh has offered to give his own money to these workmen, and refuses to pay for Kaveh’s drinks for that month.

For Alhaitham, Kaveh’s lack of self-prioritisation leads him to impulsive altruistic acts which serve to jeopardise his own position, particularly regarding money. If Kaveh can afford to give away money, he can afford to pay his own tabs, is the takeaway from this exchange. Although, similarly to the exchange between them posted in Puspa’s Café, this applies to one particular month, insinuating that Alhaitham will continue to pay for next month’s tabs of his own accord.

The main argument, as well as the disagreement over the speaker of Kaveh’s quote, serves as a humorous exchange, but as a motif for communication it acquires a new meaning. The two hold perspectives which contrast the other which puts them on unequal footing, demonstrated within the argument over the speaker of Kaveh’s quote. Although it is not disclosed who is actually in the right, both are convinced of their respective viewpoint. There is an element missing here, a potential solution to this problem, and it lies within the idea of “correctness” established within A Parade of Providence.

The omission of there being an objective, correct answer to this particular debate serves as a parallel to their conflicting viewpoints, with the basis of their exchange being to “prove” to the other their “correctness” – here, it is in regard to Kaveh.

However, “correctness” being the basis of their exchange, and thus, relationship, is challenged with Alhaitham shutting down the initial debate due to Kaveh’s misunderstanding of his meaning. Correctness, then, and its importance, is called into question within this exchange, with Kaveh being the one to chase it; his last message being that he would “prove” himself to be right.

At the core of this bulletin board exchange is the idea that Alhaitham harbours an alternative ‘meaning’ than the one that Kaveh assigns to him: “… you don’t understand what I’m saying to you at all.” This is a meaning which Kaveh cannot perceive due to his current understanding of Alhaitham. This represents the standing of their current relationship, where Kaveh believes Alhaitham holds him in disdain, although this belief is incongruous with Alhaitham’s actions which show his care for Kaveh.

In these instances of communication through the Bulletin Boards, it is interesting to note that Kaveh is revealed to have been drunk and “scribbling” on these notice boards, and hopes that Alhaitham does not know.

Although this is a humorous detail, it adds another layer to the unreliability of their method of communication, as Kaveh has no recollection of these exchanges with Alhaitham, and therefore could not have properly interpreted Alhaitham due to an altered state of mind. It is uncertain whether Alhaitham is aware of Kaveh’s being drunk whilst responding to him, or whether he is believed to have been lucid, which creates another element of unreliability in their exchanges.

Alhaitham understands Kaveh’s thinking and the reasons for why he acts as he does, but he cannot articulate his concern in a way that Kaveh will understand, both out of Kaveh’s incapability of receiving goodwill, but also due to his logical manner of expression. Kaveh perceives Alhaitham’s concealed expressions of concern as personal gripes and criticisms of his beliefs, and therefore believes that their relationship is based on the scholarly principle of proving the validity of one’s philosophies.

The Port Ormos Bulletin Board reinforces the core essence of their relationship: Alhaitham is invested in a personal regard, whereas Kaveh cannot see this due to his perception of Alhaitham and Alhaitham’s inability to communicate in a way Kaveh would understand.

(Update: For more analyses like this, the essay this is taken from is now uploaded! It can be accessed here and here as as a pdf <3)

#i have analysed the other two bulletin exchanges as well!! #but this one has stood out to me the most ever since i read it #alhaitham has expressed to kaveh at least twice that kaveh misunderstands him #this occassion and in a parade of providence with: the issue we’re debating has long since moved on from whos right or wrong #or something of that accord #but will kaveh ever hear this if alhaitham doesnt express this in a way that cannot be misunderstood #also i love the incessant mention in all of the sumeru posts that alhaitham pays for kavehs tabs #not just his drinks but everything on a bill #and whenever they have a clash like this alhaitham drops a month and then picks up every other month #kaveh how are you seeing that he really doesnt have to do that #the line: you dont understand what im saying to you at all is so CRAZY to me and it HAUNTS me because isnt that it?? #isnt that the core issue???? or one of them at least plsss they have so many #the essay editing is coming along!! thank you for your patience!! its the longest essay ive written :(( #alhaitham #haikaveh #kaveh #kavetham #haikaveh meta

[stiffyck]

Okay what if the winners got to meet previous versions of themselves through the life games.

Like grian meets no one. He didn't have any previous "versions".

Scott meets 3rd life Scott.

Pearl meets 3rd life and last life pearl.

Martyn meets 3rd life, last life and double life Martyn.

Scar meets 3rd life, last life, double life and lim life him-

This whole thing was an idea that I got just because I was thinking about ll and sl scar because they were both so lonely like wtf and I just though about a scene that would be so. Grips chair.

Ll: "We won?"

Sl: "Yeah"

Ll: "Did we have allies? Friends?"

Ll scar probably thinks sl scar won only because he had allies to support him. He knows what its like being lonely and he hopes no one has to go through that loneliness. And he wants to be optimistic for once that sl scar, future him, gets allies, gets friends.

He tries to hope and then he sees the look on sl scars face. Or maybe sl scar tries to lie- maybe he tries to say they had allies.

Ll scar sees right through him. He's him after all. Maybe he's always gonna he lonely anyway

#im being insane give me a momebt #also i forgot pearl wasnt jn 3rd life but its okay. she was in 3rd life to me <3 #ALSO? THE POTENTIAL OF 3RDLIFE SCAR? AND DOUBLE LIKE AND LIM LIFE SCAR? #3rd life scar is optimistic. he thinks its okay! grian is his ally in the fjture too right? he wins with grian? #no other scar wants to look him in the eye becayse they all remember the allyship they had with grian thay crumbled in ll #and that got completely destroyed in double life. #double life scar doesnt want to tell 3rd life scar and tell him grian doesnt care. he cant do that to himself. #tell his younger and more optimistic self that grian doesnt want them as his soulmates... that he would rather sneak off with skmeone else.. #and lim life scar. he was excited for the future because he did have friends! he had allies jn lim life- but seeing sl scar? #seeing how they just go back to being alone again? #its soul crushing. #(inserting my aroace angst here: is he really that unlovable? is his lack of romantic love so unappealing? #does no one want him? does no one but himself love him? #does he himself even love him? can he? seeing how miserable they all are it feels hard and lonely #lim life scar probably wants to comfort them all- but isnt it sad that the only person to comfort him would be himself? #) okay im done being insane goodbye- #stiff talk #gtws

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS #REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT #NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS #THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS. #ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of #another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY.. #i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her #idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had #when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them. #but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore. #but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think #i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow. #ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that #AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE #I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME #THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE #WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL #in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad #this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks- #-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl- #-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi #gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show #i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!! #anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM

[youssefguedira]

V, JoeNicky & Nile

V. An abandoned or empty place.

When Joe pulls the sheet off the couch it kicks up enough dust that it makes Nile sneeze. The couch underneath is old, wooden frame rotting, fabric stained and full of holes where moths have eaten away at it. 

“Sorry,” Joe says to Nile when she finally manages to get the sneezing under control. “Didn’t realise it was that bad.” He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at the couch. Nile looks it over.

“There’s no saving that,” she says, wiping at her eyes. She can heal from falling over ten stories, but she can’t get away from allergies.

Joe frowns. “I liked that couch.”

The house is older than anywhere else they’ve brought her, and has been abandoned for long enough that it’s falling apart. But through some trick of posing as their own sons, or something, Joe and Nicky still own it, even if there’s a giant hole in the roof and all the windows are broken. Why they’d decided to come back here, Nile doesn’t know, but it’s a nice enough area, and a good distraction from, well. Everything. Growing back a leg, she’s discovered, is not fun. 

From one of the other rooms – she thinks it’s the kitchen, she’s not actually sure where Nicky had wandered to – there’s the sound of something breaking and crashing to the ground, and a muffled curse. 

Joe makes a questioning noise in the vague direction of the kitchen. A few moments later, Nicky appears in the doorway, covered in dust. “I am okay,” he says. “But I think we will need to go out to eat tonight.”

“Nothing?” 

Nicky shakes his head. “Unless you want to start a fire and go hunt some rabbits.”

Joe grins. “Just like old times, right?”

Nile shakes her head firmly, which makes Nicky smile. She loves them, but there’s no way they’re doing that. 

“We can probably clear out enough space in here,” Joe says, gesturing to the floor. “Get the sleeping bags out of the car. Probably have to start a fire anyway, but…”

Nile looks around again while Joe says something to Nicky in Arabic that makes him laugh. The house is falling apart, sure, but it’s structurally stable, and the bones are all there. It could be something. They’ve got time to make it something. 

Nicky is the one who goes for pizza in the end – he doesn’t trust Nile and Joe to order it if left to their own devices – while they try to clear out a space in the living room. Eventually, though, after Nile has another sneezing fit, Joe suggests they just take the sleeping bags outside instead, which works out a lot better. He sets about starting a fire with practiced ease while Nile sets out the sleeping bags around it. They’re far enough away from civilisation that she can’t hear cars passing by, which is kind of surreal, and the stars are brighter than she’s ever seen them. 

When Nicky gets back, two boxes balanced on one arm and a bottle of wine in the other, he looks over their makeshift camp and laughs. “Just like old times, then?” he asks.

Joe grins. “Except we have pizza.”

“And actual sleeping bags,” Nile says.

“Ah, these modern inventions could never quite match the comfort of a pile of furs,” Joe says wistfully. Nile gives him a look. She’s ninety percent sure that one’s bullshit, but she can never quite tell with him. 

Nicky sets down the pizza boxes, and jogs back to the car to grab the pack of plastic wine glasses they’d bought before they got here. 

“We should’ve bought marshmallows,” Nile says. “Could have made s’mores.”

“Well, we’ll have to go to the hardware store tomorrow anyway,” Joe points out. “And I think it’ll be a little while before we can actually sleep in there.”

“Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow,” Nicky agrees.

#neon answers #materassassino #neon writes #kaysanova #nile freeman #what's going on here? who knows. they're renovating an old safehouse in the middle of nowhere #why isnt andy there? off on a solo self discovery road trip she calls em sometimes #i like to think its a really old one and when they were deciding where to go joe was getting super nostalgic about it and talking about it #to nicky like habibi.... do you remember that little house we had a few years ago..... we should go back there..... #(local 900 year old man confused 'a few years' for like 150 and didn't realise until they got there) #(and promptly went hm. i think it may need some work) #(nile. who had been expecting an Actual Functional House. just has to sit there for a moment) #they're having fun though. she and joe are gonna have fun painting on the walls. etc #nicky doesn't trust them with pizza because nile (not picky) and joe (LOVES to annoy nicky) will deliberately order the worst looking optio #like. dominoes had a cheeseburger pizza. that's what they're going for #nicky let this happen two (2) times before just going for pizza himself #when andy's there it's even worse she will get margherita but she'll also 'add her own toppings' #like my parents who put chinese takeout on pizza. it's good i'm sorry i know i'm expecting to be banned from italy soon #ANYWAY #thank you for the prompt!! i had fun <3

[mishapen-dear]

OH. okay so normally i dont touch discourse with a 20 ft pole, but this has been niggling at my brain tonight and i finally realized why

the people who are mad at qbbh for the memory loss and “dodging consequences” dont understand that he doesnt want to dodge consequences. Like they cant know that, they werent focused on him when he was literally feeding himself to the soul vultures and planning his eventual imprisonment and also. The Many Many Many hints he made towards suicide/sacrifice/Just Fucking Dying.

ccbbh is a subtle roleplayer, he’s been building this shit up for two whole months- it was day FIVE of the eggs going missing that he resolved to do whatever it took (hurting his friends) to get the eggs back. It was day three that he followed in dapper’s footsteps and started feeding himself to the soul vultures (and gaining a Massive headwound beneath his hood in the process- you can only see it if you go on namemc and remove the layers). He’s got impaired judgement. Even the memory issues arent a new thing- i cant remember exactly when they started, but one of the first big moments i remmeber was september 30th where he spent an hour falling into a delusional frenzy searching his base for cameras that he forgot he asked aypierre to plant.

The super murder of purgatory and the memory loss afterwards probably all feels very sudden for people who havent been following his story, but as someone who has been- all of this has been true to character. The only cheap swings he’s made have been combat-based in purgatory, and even the motive for those was built up in rp.

People are calling for consequences, but he has alrwady been experiencing self-inflicted consequences for months. The blue on his usual outfit is blood. This recent memory loss isnt a restart to get away with the atrocities - it is yet another consequence of his egg-protecting complexes and the ways he punishes himself for failing them.

he is NOT a moral character. he’s a demon hiding in plain site. he has eaten people. he has killed people. he understands the cruelty of his actions, and the consequences of them for the loved ones of his victims. but it matters when that harm is being done to his loved ones. he’ll still do it, because he will do anything for the eggs, but it matters, and that means that he has already started the process of self-inflicting those much-demanded consequences

#anyone who isnt a qbbh makn please extend some sympathy for us. our guy is being misunderstood again #so if people seem twitchier than usual that probbaly plays a factor #but if it ever gets annoying be rest assured he is doing his very best to train us in media literacy #and also the block and filter buttons are your friends #and qbbh mains join me in the genuinely freeing revelation that they have just. strawmanned him yet again #i feel like youve gotta be able to understand a character to truly hate them #and no one (not even us oh my fucking god) really understand him #and thus the vitrol means nothing and i am free of all woes #anyway tho genuinely if you want to know more about this cube im willing to talk about him #i have Credentials #one of my posts was dono’d to the cc almost word for word and he called me a know it all #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #discourse #<- mentioned #an interestinf discussion could be had too about xyz character Deserving xyz thing #and really people in general Deserving xyz thing #but i think that is a wasp nest i dont know enough about to join swatting #i ngeed. to go to bed

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive come to realise that i dont actually hate kubokai, i just hate the way people write them

#sorry i read like two cute in character kubokai fics and im enjoying it now #theyre cute and im a closeted shun kinnie so. obviously i will ship him with my crush from the show. #i just really really REALLY hate the super cliche seme uke dynamic people usually give them #those people have NEVER watched the show.. my boy shun is NOT like that #its sooo stereotypical and they obviously give shun the role of 'the girl' in the relationship which is. um. ew #'shun is so fragile and innocent and uwu and he needs big strong aren around at all times to coddle him' #'and aren has a soft spot for shun and shun only and only shun can stop him from being totally murderous and dumb' #do yall know that one scene from the kissing booth #where elle is like 'NOAH! LOOK AT ME! THIS ISNT YOU! LOOK AT ME' when hes about to beat the shit outta his brother #thats how kubokai gets written usually #'aren pwease nevew fight again🥺pwease? fow me?' #me reading anything kaido says in most fics: HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT #sorry #people can write whatever they want its just. so ooc. #canon them is soooo bromance core #im sorry idk why im posting negative shit again when i like JUST said i wasnt going to do this anymore LMAO #not a callout post about anyone on here obvi- actually reading more recent fics from people on here is whats gotten me more into them #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #kuboyasu aren #kaido shun #kubokai #meows post