#but I drew this on a dark grey background like a fucking freak

[meiwks]

Would you believe me if I said I’ve never drawn furry art in my life. Idk how this happened.

B3< Davepetasprite^2 furever

#kitty cat omg #davepetasprite #davepeta #davepetasprite^2 #homestuck #fanart #homestuck fanart #homestuck davepeta #hs davepeta #davepeta fanart #lineless art #my art #I would make the shirt lighter if I could go back #but I drew this on a dark grey background like a fucking freak

[bittermarrow]

Hi! I saw your requests were open. I was wondering if you could do headcannons on how the slashers of your choice would react to a blind S/o? Maybe first impressions and then current impressions. Thank you so much! I love the way you write

A/n: Oh, of course! And thank you, I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! 🖤 (Also, I apologize that it took me so long to answer this ;-;) I did Jason, Michael, and Bubba for this one, thanks for letting me choose!

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Jason

His first reaction is absolute confusion. I doubt Jason knows much about blindness, given his background. You were wandering aimlessly through the woods of Crystal Lake, your friends long ditched you after being attacked. They didn’t even have the piece of mind to tell you to run or what was happening, all you heard was screaming, and then you were alone.

You weren’t completely blind per se, like most blind people you could still see light and dark, but that was it. Sometimes you could see blurry outlines of large objects, but it was night time, so you had to keep your hands out for every tree you may pass or inevitably run into.

You were cold, afraid, and left for whoever had chased your ‘friends’ away to be killed.

Surely enough, Jason found you, and quite easily too. You were moving slowly and made all kinds of sound, not stealthy at all in your clumsiness. The moment he realized you couldn’t see him, he stopped, dumbfounded.

You were different, blind, as you called it. And apparently, your friends saw no value in you to leave you alone with your disability, for that he understood. He drowned because the other kids saw no value in him, he wouldn’t let that happen to you.

“Did they make fun of you too? Is that why you kill? I understand.” No one had ever talked to him with such sympathy before other than his beloved mother. Sure he was deformed, and dead, but he could still see.

He let you stay in the forest with him, his cabin was beyond sustainable for you to live in, so he let you to one in much better shape for you to familiarize yourself with. It was rocky at first, you ran into things often, got frustrated just as frequently, and he worried for you constantly.

But now, after being together so long, he’s learned every which way to care for you. You know your cabin, and more than half of the forest by heart now, so Jason doesn’t have to worry about you getting lost as much anymore.

He still holds your hand or arm to lead you around out of sheer habit, but you don’t mind it. It seems to keep his anxiety at bay to lead you because there’s no way for you to hurt yourself.

Jason is almost glad that you can’t see his face, his real face. You’re not a ‘face feeler’ but the few times you’ve reminded him he didn’t need to wear his mask around you because you truly would never think he was ugly, even if you could spontaneously see one day.

Michael

WHat tHe fUck? aRe yoU dOinG? At first, Michael is a bit ticked off by your clumsiness, and the way you literally stared at him and said, “Hello? Who’s there? Merry? Pippin?” (Your service dogs)

He’s confused beyond belief, can you not see him? You ran right into him!

“Excuse me— wait, who are you? why are you in my house?” You reached over to tap him looking for his shoulder but not tall enough to get there. And that’s when Michael noticed how grey your eyes looked. He stumbled back away from you, instinctively covering his blind eye with his hand.

You really couldn’t see him. Michael lacks empathy and overall humility in general, but he lets you live. And even more surprisingly, he comes back.

“Hello? Is that you again?”, His head cocks to the side, and he taps your shoulder twice with the handle of his knife. 

“You don’t talk much do you?”, another tap. You smile, and Michael hasn’t a clue as to why.

His intrigue is what kept you alive, your strange kindness is what kept him coming back to check on you, and the unexpected fondness he’d grown for you made him stay.

He knows you can’t see him, but sometimes it feels like you can. You always know where to reach to grab things, or how close he is to you. You say you can see blurry shadows and can make out some forms of dark and light, but other than that, your vision is void.

It’s not a barrier between you, you know who he is and that he kills people. But perhaps because you can’t see him kill is why you’ve grown so indifferent to it.

Michael particularly likes that even though you know your house well, you still grab onto him sometimes and let him lead you around. You trust him. Don’t trust him not to purposely sneak up on you sometimes though, he likes to challenge himself creeping up on you since your other senses make it hard for him to approach without you knowing.

He hates your dogs by the way. You call them ‘hobbits’ for some reason, and it just confuses him. Don’t forget to feed Michael, you know his history with dogs.

Bubba

Bubba didn’t feel right killing someone who was helpless and blind, it just seemed wrong. He felt bad for you, he couldn’t imagine a world without his sight. If he couldn’t see, he couldn’t butcher, make his masks or do his chores, and his family wouldn’t keep him around if he couldn’t work.

So he kept you, kind of like a pet at first. The Sawyers didn’t like it too much, kind of freaked out by you, and your greyed blank stare.

 But after learning of your sweet and caring personality and your determination to do all you could despite your blindness, they grew to like you. It just took some time to get used to you, and you to them.

Bubba remained glued to you most of the time, always having an arm looped around yours or a hand on your back to lead you around. He gets paranoid that you’ll get hurt all the time, so he sticks around to keep an eye on you when he can. 

He also loves that you’re so affectionate with him, always kissing his masked cheek when you could aim correctly and letting him hug you.

You shared a room with Bubba for safety reasons in the beginning, but now it’s just because you like being around each other.

He doesn’t mind your blindness, in a way, it’s what initially drew him to you. He also never has to worry about you seeing his face and his skin disease, as sad as that sounds.

You make an effort to remind him that you’d love him even if you could see him and that you fell in love with his heart, and that no type of face could change your opinion of him.

He melts whenever you say unintentionally sweet things like that.

Bubba gets very upset when you accidentally hurt yourself though, it’s hard for him to be not there all the time since he has other responsibilities. But you’ve made a point to remind him you’ve been blind for a very long time, and you could take care of yourself. Most of the time.

Bubba’s favorite thing in the whole world is when you learn to navigate the entire house. He’s so proud of you! You still have the occasional toe-stubbing moments, and you get frustrated sometimes, but you’ve gone a long way.

Chop top will leave Legos on the ground as if he wants to fucking kill you.

#jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #jason voorhees #michael myers #bubba sawyer #jason voorhees imagine #michael myers headcanons #bubba sawyer headcanons #jason voorhees headcanons #tcm #Halloween #Friday the 13th #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader

[ao3feed-gendrya]

The King of Wolves

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2PSQAbn

by kokonutpineapple

Ever since winning its independence, the North has become extremely isolated. The King in the North, Robb Stark, is an enigma to the southern houses. Only eerie rumors and frightening fairy tales tell of the North and its mysterious ruler. Despite these rumors, Margaery Tyrell has been betrothed to Robb Stark in a desperate bid to gain protection from the Seven Kingdom's vengeful new queen. However, once she arrives at Winterfell, she discovers that things aren't as they seem. In fact, they are much worse. Will Margaery be able to unravel the mystery surrounding the surviving Starks, or is she doomed to live in the dark?

Words: 6727, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Robb Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Beth Cassel, Sansa Stark (mentioned), Ghost (ASoIaF), Grey Wind (ASoIaF), Nymeria (ASoIaF), Daenerys Targaryen, mentioned - Character

Relationships: Robb Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Background, also Arya's still a child so its basically just a one sided crush rn

Additional Tags: Robb Stark is King in the North, Margaery is Queen in the North, Man fuck the South, Northern Independence for Life, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Alternate Universe - Horror, Edgar Allan Poe was a freak but man could he write prose, Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe, quasi Gothic vibes but still medieval, If any of yall've read Fall of the House of Usher thats the vibe im going for, Mystery, Imagine Margaery as like Nancy Drew but more manipulative, Jon is a good brother, Arya is Arya, Robb is emotionally constipated, Slow Burn, Imagine Buzzfeed Unsolved except its just Margaery, Feminism, bc why not, Im a sucker for female empowerment, The Starks are frantically trying to hide a secret but they're very bad at it, Also inspired by Blackford Manor from Cartoon Hangover, just halloween vibes bc I refuse to acknowledge that its over, its spooky time, I LOVE SPOOKY TINGz, spooky season is year round, I've never really liked Daenerys so im sorry if im a little biased, That being said there will be no outright character bashing, Blood and Gore

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2PSQAbn

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #gendrya #arya x gendry #axg

[avnkin]

he know’s spider-man

A/N: this is an imagine i originally posted on my wattpad account but i’m just going to stick with tumblr and post all my imagine’s here (also i’m the queen of bad titles okay bye)

summary: Ned blurts out in gym class that Peter knows Spider-Man when he hears you talk about how much the guy in red and blue fascinates you.

pairing peter parker x reader

request prompts from this list 

As you sat on the bleachers talking to your friends about nothing in particular New York’s finest hero suddenly came up in one of your conversations and you couldn't hold back the smile that crept its way onto your lips whenever someone brought him up.

“It’s just Spider-Man” you mumbled putting your head in your hand as you smiled dreamily thinking about the man in red and blue “oh my gosh she’s crushing on spider man” one of your friends chuckled earning light smack on the back of her head from you “ow” she mumbled rubbing the spot where you had hit her, you only smiled satisfied as you continued writing your notes for the upcoming math test you had later this week.

“You seriously like Spider-Man?” Liz asked you plopping down next to you as she shooed the girl that had previously been sitting there away “I can’t like him! I don't even know what he looks like I just find him fascinating that’s all” you frowned trying your best to avoid the topic.

Peter's eyes opened wide as he heard the words that came out of your mouth you had a crush on Spider-Man? He thought, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he stared so helplessly at the girl he had been in love with for the past two years. He was certain you didn’t know who he was since you were popular and he, well he was not.

He liked to keep to himself and the only friend he had was Ned who was just as much of a nerd as him, Ned knew about Peter’s massive crush on you since it was fairly obvious, Peter would constantly stare at you and rant about how cute you were so Ned took this as his chance to get you to notice him “Peter knows Spider-Man” he suddenly yelled and everything went quite.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Peter, including you. It was like time had stopped and everyone just stared at him in shock, Peter was mortified as he looked at Ned with a death stare he absolutely hated being the center of attention. He then turned his head and as his eyes met yours, he felt his cheeks turn Scarlet as you smiled in his direction.

As soon as gym was over he stood up and hurried into the changing rooms to get back into his normal clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt, grey jacket and blue jeans. Ned followed after him and waited for him as he changed clothes.

“Why the hell would you do that Ned!?” Peter scolded his best friend whilst he pulled the white t-shirt over his head “because Y/N was talking about how much she likes Spider-Man and well I just wanted her to notice you since it’s no secret that you like her” Ned said shrugging his shoulders as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar that had been in his pocket for the last three weeks.

“I can't believe you everyone looked at me like a was a complete freak” Peter groaned sitting down next to Ned “and Y/N she stared as well” Peter said, she was truly the only reason he felt so embarrassed about the entire ordeal “what do you mean she smiled at you! she noticed you” Ned said putting his arm around Peter’s shoulders as he took another bite of his chocolate “isn’t that like two weeks old?” Peter asked scrunching his face up in disgust “nope three weeks” Ned respondes swallowing the rest of it and throwing the plastic that had been wrapped around it into the trash.

“Much better” Peter said sarcastically as they both walked down the school hallways to their next class, which was history a class you were also in and he couldn’t help the nerves filling his stomach as he sat in the back of the classroom like usual waiting anxiously for you to walk into the room. You eventually did and did something Peter did not expect.

When your eyes met Peter’s you smiled and waved at him his eyes widening as he started looking around the room to see if you were waving at him or someone else.

You giggled at this and walked to the back of the classroom and plopped down in the seat next to him, you had never seen anyone as shocked as he was in that moment “hi I'm Y/N” you smiled towards him and offered him your hand to shake “I-I uh hi I'm uh Parker” his eyes widened "Peter Parker sorry" he chucked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

You found it adorable how he stumbled over his words and blushed every time you spoke to him or looked at him, you couldn’t deny the fact he was pretty fucking cute. His sharp jaw, his lips and adorable brown eyes.

You had always noticed Peter in every single one of your classes you actually envied him a lot because of how smart he was but there was just something about him that drew you to him so you found yourself starting to take in every detail about him.

How he would stick his tongue out ever so slightly when he was concentrating and how he would anxiously bite his nails every time the teacher said that he was picking one person to come up to the board and solve what they had been doing.

Your staring didn’t go unnoticed by Peter and he stared growing more and more nervous every time you looked his way, was there something wrong with the way he dressed did he have something on his face? Those were the only things he could think about.

He had never been so grateful to hear the unpleasant noise of the bell signaling that class was over, he quickly gathered his books and made his way out of the classroom as quickly as he possibly could “Peter!” you called after him but he pretended not to hear you as he continued walking down the hallway and towards the exit.

You were a little hurt by this but decided to just forget about it and go home. You walked towards your locker and shoved all of your stuff in there slamming it shut and walking out of school.

It usually took you about 20-25 minutes to walk home but you remembered that there was a much shorter way you could go that would only take you 10 minutes but you had to go through a dark alleyway that always creeped you out and was the only reason you didn't go the short cut, but you thought nothing of it today as the sun was shining and you were feeling brave.

But that all changed when you were about mid way through the alley “look at what we have here” you heard a mans voice slur obviously meaning that he was extremely drunk.

You started walking faster clutching your backpack tightly, slowly letting out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. The man quickly caught up to you and grabbed your shoulder and threw you to the ground and straight into a puddle completely drenching you.

“Please don't” you cried the man only kicking you in response “shut up you bi-” the man was cut off by someone kicking him to the ground that person being none other than Spider-Man himself.

“Y/N are you okay!?” Spider-Man asked pulling you up to your feet, you were shocked how does Spider-Man know my name? You thought “ho-how do you know my name” you finally managed to get out “oh i-uh i just you know” you heard him begin to ramble and you immediately realized who your savior was.

“Peter?” you asked slowly pulling the mask off of his head, he didn't try to stop you and as soon as you saw the all to familiar face of Peter Parker you smiled and connected your lips to his as a thank you. He was shocked but reacted quickly by wrapping his arms around your waist.

When you pulled away his cheeks were as red as they could possibly be “please don't tell anyone” was the first thing he said and you nodded mumbling a ‘I would never’ him only nodding before pulling the mask back over his head right before disappearing out of sight.

“She kissed you!?” the voice of Ned ran through out the entire house, Peter didn’t say anything instead he just smiled the most happiest smile he had smiled since uncle Ben died. He felt as happy as he could ever be and it was like nothing could bring him down in that moment.

“Yes she did it was amazing” Peter gushed feeling his cheeks turn a deep shade of red at the thought of your lips pressed against his.

“See being Spider-Man has it's pros” Ned said pausing the movie that had been quietly playing in the background that the boys had stopped watching a while ago “but it also has its cons like risking my life every single day!” Peter said raising an eyebrow at Ned “whatever dude you kissed Y/N one of the most attractive girls at school”

Peter couldn't argue with Ned anymore so he just nodded feeling as lucky as ever that a girl like Y/N had kissed him, she was way out of his league and he was sure everyone knew that but in that moment it didn't matter the only thing that mattered was that she kissed him.

Y/N kissed him.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #spiderman imagine #spider-man: homecoming #tom holland #spiderman x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker angst #spiderman angst #oneshots #spiderman

[napandasandwich]

baby draft of something i’m working on to get through vento aureo feelings

our scars make us is the tentative title bc i cannot name things for the life of me

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each section describes no color but that the new character brings and is associated with

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until /green/ which describes trees getting their new leaves and, sparingly, the way the characters and their colors come together in harmony and discord, and each brings their own color to the scene, like spring

then the history, his perspective

then the sun, then the girl, then gold, then the end

1. orange 2. red 3. purple 4. blue 5. green 6. yellow 7. black & white 8. pink 9. gold 10. silver

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orange is for fugo, like warning colors in animals, his bright anger and brighter intelligence, the shiver, the nervousness in nails bitten to the quick, the fidgeting, the simmering mass of emotions, the snapping to focus, his bright ostentatious clothes that he fidgets in, the orange jacket, bright bright bright and searing, to the point where you were surprised when his stand was purple, but it makes sense as his shadow, the purple of a bruise faded to orange smears at the edges, how anything made his skin go red, hand tap tap tapping an orange pen on the paperwork, artfully slicing a cheese, holding a boxcutter with a safety orange handle to a man’s eye, hands on various object with a nervousness before he set to the task but competency once he’s on his way, the love of rules and systems he knew but could never force himself to fit inside, last scene is him cutting an orange with a knife and offering it over more paperwork, orange pools of light in the late night warm companionship of bruno’s apartment, orange settling into bruno’s cool grey life and warming it

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red is for narancia, the blood around him, the stink of infection and how easily his face goes red when he's angry or cries, passion and a loud voice and music and violence, everything about narancia is bright now that he's better and you would die to preserve that because always in your mind the image of a boy in a hospital bed, eyes and heart vacant and forgotten and scared, blood on the pillow and the way fugo's nails dug so deep into his hands they drew blood, and how when you banished naracia from joining you he didn't know that you'd already taken pains to kill/threaten those who'd hurt him, that fugo was in charge of keeping an eye on him and how your own rage had snapped when you found out fugo had given him an introduction to polpo, narancia's face going red when he cried and screamed as you tried to send him home, his cheeks still red when he fell asleep later, safe as you could make him while knowing that his blood was now already on your hands

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Purple is mista, excess, freedom, the first time bruno picked one of his own, how bruised and hurt mista was by prison and that bruno got him his gun (? Check?), wine and all the rich things in life, crushed grapes, berries, a woman in a purple dress, his chatter to nara and fugo a background noise that drew fugo’s annoyance and nara out of himself, the sound of music in the house, mista ducking into a shop to come out with pastries for each of them sticky and oversweet, turning mista away as soon as the body in the alley drops, handing him off to fugo with a look as the purpleblack spreads on the pavement and bruno hurries to call stickyfingers, the sky overhead going purpledark in the summer as mista came wandering home from a long walk, gun in his waistband and a hum in his throat, bruises on his knuckles and a smile on his face, and his cheeks are never gaunt anymore

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Blue is abbacchio, love and pain and lust and most of all a strange companionship. Power imbalance and worshipfulness, self-degradation, a beautiful afternoon, the stink of a drunk, the refinement and expansiveness he tries to crush, loving someone who wants to self destruct and how hard it is to have someone always turn away when you offer vulnerability, self doubt and finally a creeping despair of things changing, but through it all love love love, the swell of orchestra and the magnetism, the color of the open sky, something ascendant, of heaven, his old uniform and the sea beside the cafe where you first realized you were in love, blue bruises from fights and blue in the shadows of the bottles of liquor and the blue of blood and of a sacred broken heart, wishing he could see himself still, wishing he would see you, catching your breath that sometimes you think he does but the love lying unspoken between you is just as bright and unknowable as heaven itself, an open question forever unanswered

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Green (we green and growing things), a year of early spring, new leaves in the trees and something stirring in the air, the smell of cut plants, things were getting better for the gang

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Yellow is giorno's arrival, associated with light, flowers, bees, the sun, flashing everywhere in the reflection of a luxury car, he is like the sun and yet still almost a child, new things, perhaps the flowering of what began in green, his is hope

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then in black and white, bruno's actual view becomes clear, rather than just scenes that include him as focus. colors become absent from bruno's life with the loss of his parents, and once he joins the gang formally and gets his stand he gives up on himself and his life includes no color/passion, only emptiness and careful balancing acts and unease.

Those colors are also identified with nero and then white noise on the phone (pledging allegiance to silence) and the simple logic of following orders, superiors and subordinates, gang members vs civilians/everyone else, who lives and who dies according to rules he just has to follow, step by step

(we also find out about bruno's particular method of body disposal and that that was a role he played before he was given his own subordinate in the form of fugo, partly because polpio felt bruno was wasted as a bullied junior member of another gang)

then one by one, he is given his gang (none were technically chosen by him, but each chose to stay with him) and color returns to his life, slowly, through his interactions with him which lead him to finally feel that there is perhaps more to life than taking orders until his untimely death.

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in yellow it's revealed that although polpio nearly raised bruno for while and was always his direct superior, he was abusive. when giorno kills polpio bruno's feelings are mixed, but the end result is still that giorno killed his abuser and freed an essential part of him that had until then been trapped.

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in pink we discover that bruno's choice to save trish was the *first* time he had ever gone against orders at all, and that yes he was both dead and freaking out v badly. but she was someone he could save, the way he had wanted to keep his gang safe and even get them out of the gang one day. and she reminded him of his mother, quiet and strong-willed and unfairly treated as a pawn by the world.

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gold is about bruno's feelings about giorno re the longevity of the gang and it's stability if something happened to him, and his own choice to embrace battle and a final death in the face of a way to break the cycle of the world in which his has grown up and that has shaped and hurt every one of his people. willingness to see the world change, at any cost, even though he never wanted to pay the price it took and did begin to doubt himself, but in the end there is only one choice, a final choice, and everything else doesn't matter.

short section about bruno's willness to die, and his gratitude for each of the people who brought color to his life, as it begins to seep away for a final time

Trish. Giorno. Abbacchio. Mista. Narancia. Fugo. I'm sorry.

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[drop silver as a chapter name, use epilogue?]

a man walks by a cafe where someone gets up to help him with a bag, their walking leads them through an alleyway where the taller tugs the shorter to a brief stop, a momentary kiss, they talk of their friends briefly, and then they go on together beyond the bend in the road

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I'd forgot how to daydream So consumed with the wrong things, but in The dark, I realized this life is short And deep down, I'm still a child Playful eyes, wide and wild, I can't Lose hope, what's left of my heart's still made of gold

and i know that i'm still fucked up but aren't we all my love darling our scars make us who we are, are

when the winds are howling strong and you feel you can't go on hold tight sweetheart you'll find a rainbow/

Rainbow - Kesha