#am i insane? probably

[sekaithemystic]

run away with me [chapter 1]

or as known as the songv roadtrip fic that was supposed to be a oneshot but my hands slipped and now it's going to be insane

ao3 link

It had been a crazy idea. Let's drive across the country to New York! But then V realized she wouldn't mind spending the last few months of her life visiting that forgotten part of So Mi, and So Mi started talking about places she used to frequent, then before any of them could have a second thought, they were already three hundred miles away from Night City.

The room was as cramped as V expected, but she still couldn't help a sigh from escaping her lips. At least the bed looked decent, and she immediately threw herself upon it, unconcerned about everything else. 

Well, maybe one thing—one person, more specifically.

“Jeez, here I thought I was tired.” So Mi put their backpack against the wall, and V didn't have to flop on her back to know she was wearing that teasing smile that never failed to make her heart race. 

“Have 'ever driven this far,” the mercenary replied, finally finding the strength to sit up. Song came to settle down on the foot of the bed, so she scooted lower until their shoulders bumped against each other. “And you kept pointing the wrong way.”

“How am I supposed to know that they hadn't updated the map of this area for years?” So Mi jabbed her elbow at V's side, and the younger woman cackled, hands moving to defend herself from the upcoming assault.

It had been a crazy idea. Let's drive across the country to New York! But then V realized she wouldn't mind spending the last few months of her life visiting that forgotten part of So Mi, and So Mi started talking about places she used to frequent, then before any of them could have a second thought, they were already three hundred miles away from Night City.

So here they were, sprawling across the bed in a motel out of nowhere, tired and dust-covered after a long day on the road.

“Come on, let’s take a shower before you fall asleep.” So Mi pulled her up by the arms, metal fingers curling around her wrist. V grumbled in protest but followed her nonetheless. The bathroom was, surprisingly, clean and neatly organized, not like there was much to begin with. The mercenary went for the water tap and twisted it counterclockwise until her grip was met with resistance. It was rather cold for an evening bath, but whatever, she supposed, before turning around to face So Mi.

A naked So Mi, more specifically.

She had shed the Samurai t-shirt she hastily took from V’s wardrobe before they left, leaving her bare skin on display, even though V doubted much of it was actual skin anyway. The last thought was drowned away by a wave of embarrassment and self-consciousness on the fact that this was the first time she saw the netrunner unclothed, and as if to make the matter worse, she was staring at the woman quite impolitely.

Um. Shit. Fuck.

In a rather clumsy attempt to hide the rising heat on her cheeks, she pinned her gaze on the tiled floor, one hand covering her burning face. Above her, a laugh rang out, so full of teasing that it only intensified whatever emotion she was feeling right now. Right, she was a full-fledged, soon-to-be 24 years old, who had been through enough shits to be called a legend in Night City, and she was also blushing like a maiden.

“Full of surprise, aren’t you?” said the reason V couldn’t even look up, the echo of her chuckles lingering by her reddened ears. “Come on, what’s there to be so embarrassed about? I’m sure you have had your own fair share of experience before.”

Song wasn’t wrong about that, but it was not like she could mutter back a response when she was still too busy to calm her racing heart down. She didn't understand why she was acting like this, either; but before any more questions could take place, So Mi's hands came to rest on her waist, urging her to undress as well. Mindlessly, with her head bowed, she complied, fingers sluggishly popping button after button of her drenched shirt, revealing the sports bra under. V could feel Song's gaze lingering on her exposed skin, admiring the well-defined muscles and hard edges, and goosebumps broke out on her arms, a chill threatening to rush down her spine. Her hands moved up to push the fabric away and smooth over her shoulders, toying with the cotton straps. Those mechanical fingers that were meant to type on the keyboard endlessly did a wonderful job of evoking nerve-wracking sensations inside her, and had her brain been a computer, it would have been fried long ago. Her arms suddenly wrapped around V's neck, forcing her to look So Mi in the eyes.

“You are beautiful.” Words left her mouth even before she could comprehend it. So many times, and the woman had always left her starstruck by her beauty like in their very first meeting. Could it be possible to fall in love with the same person over and over again?

“I know,” So Mi answered with a raised eyebrow as if it was obvious for V to be smitten. “But that bath is calling to us, so take those pants off, V.”

Reluctantly tearing herself away from the warm embrace, the younger woman unbuckled her belt, pulling both her jeans and underwear down until they pooled around her ankles. The tub managed to fit both of them, somehow, not that V complained. She still found it rather awkward to look at So Mi, instead opting for a blank spot on the wall. For a good moment, there was no sound, save for running water and the hum of the air conditioner. The peacefulness overwhelmed her senses, to the point she almost forgot that she would die, soon.

Yes, she had six months left, six months before her body failed and dragged her to the grave. The selfish part of her demanded an explanation on why she was wasting her time out here, trying to please someone whom she had to sacrifice her own chance of living for, but the selfless one—the stupid one really, found it rather comforting that she was able to show kindness, even when the world was ending for her. Then it led to another question: should she break the news to So Mi?

“What’s on your mind?” Brown eyes met hers in the dim light of the bathroom, full of worry and concern, and V knew the woman would only blame herself if she got a grasp on her situation. She had just escaped years of burdens, years of guilt; there was no way V could do this to her.

Or at least, the “good” part of her advised so.

“Just… thinking.” V swiped her hair back, feeling water trickling down the back of her neck. “A lot’s been happening and I haven’t had time to actually sit down and think about them, suppose.” Especially the part where I am dying and I’m not sure how to deal with that.

“You want to talk about it?” The offer was sincere, even without So Mi’s consciousness lingering inside her. How much should she talk without being too tightlipped or oversharing?

“Johnny and I, we parted on bad terms.” Bad terms was an understatement—she couldn’t recall their last talk without remembering that one last disgusted look he threw at her. More than just disgust, anger, disappointment, and betrayal were burning in his eyes, all at the same time. “I’m not sure how to deal with the knowledge that I failed him.”

“Because you trusted Arasaka?” inquired So Mi, and she nodded solemnly. “There are always strings attached when you run with corporations, we both know that,” V winced at the absolute fact that she knew but ignored all the time, “but in the end, it comes back to you: how do you feel about your choice?”

Like shit, she was tempted to answer so; however, she thought back to her options, of how most of those would have her putting her friends and acquaintances in danger. What were the chances that Panam couldn’t walk out of Arasaka Tower alive? Or Rogue? Or herself? 

Or that one person she had promised to protect with her whole life, a long time ago?

“I think I chose right,” V admitted with a sigh. So Mi smiled then, fingers twirling a strand of her pink hair; it had grown longer since the last time they saw each other.

“There you have it.” She reached over to lay her hand on the younger woman’s shoulder. “Right doesn’t always feel good, but at least it’s your choice, not his, not a choice you made under his influence, either.”

But sometimes she wished he would have made that choice, instead of her. It was always easier to follow others than to follow her own way, or maybe she couldn’t escape her nature in the end.

The bath had turned cold by the time they left it, but something warm burned inside V’s chest; a tiny fire, made by So Mi, started its new life here and now, right at this moment.

.

“Turn that valve, and check if there is any soot inside.” Her father’s voice was rather static through the phone speaker, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise at all, considering how bad the signal was.

“Yeah, there is a little stuck in here,” replied V, stealing a glance at the pixelated image of the older man on the screen So Mi was holding. “Do I clean it?”

She dreaded the idea of their car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, but now that it came true, there wasn’t much she could do aside from hoping that her amateur mechanics skill would be enough to get them to the nearest garage. Her father turned to speak with someone else, likely one of his apprentices, before directing his attention back to her.

“Grab a napkin and use your finger. Something’s wrong with the fuel pipe probably, so this is just a temporary solution for now.” That made both of them wince; whatever happened with the car sounded critical and beyond their ability. Funny how defeated Night City’s rising mercenary and one of the world’s best netrunners were at doing such mundane work. “I should have taken a look at your vehicle by myself hadn’t my headache persisted. Told those kids they still had a lot to learn, and apparently I was right.” He huffed, and V could imagine those young mechanics sweating nervously while thinking of the upcoming berate.

“Well, it’s fine really. We’ll manage.” Even she didn’t believe her own words, but whatever to keep her father’s worry at bay. So Mi chimed in, a polite smile that would absolutely charm him plastering on her face.

“You already help us more than we can ask for.” It was impossible to read his expression with how bad the video quality was, but V assured herself that Song’s words probably had an effect on him somehow.

“Remember to call your mom later before you turn in for the night,” he reminded her, before hanging up, leaving both women heaving a sigh. 

“Here to hope that heaven will bestow a lifesaver upon us,” V grunted and So Mi cackled, handing her a dry towel to clean her oil-covered hands.

Twenty-three miles later, with the clock barely hit eleven in the morning, they spotted what must have been a dozen pickup trucks and cars heading their way. So Mi shifted nervously in her seat, and V couldn’t help but mirror her action. Best case, it was just a normal nomad group; worst case, the Raffen Shiv had decided that they were the latest target, and the obvious solution was to fight their way out.

But that symbol on the flying flag tugged at the back of her hazy mind, a familiarity she couldn’t place. Something started with A, a place that had accepted her to be one of them.

“Pan!” V leaned out of the window, screaming at the top of her lungs. Poor So Mi was probably startled by the sudden reaction, but she would apologize later; right now, her eyes were squinting to catch sight of that figure returning her gesture. Unsurprisingly, she heard a response, the sound almost lost in the wind and sand of the desert.

“V you bastard!” Panam laughed, or cursed, or whatsoever, and her car skidded to a stop right next to theirs. She looked the same as V last saw her, with even more energy than usual. “What the Hell are you doing out there? Thought you and your city girl ass would never set foot out here?” 

“Road trip,” the mercenary replied, motioning at So Mi awkwardly sitting next to her. “Panam, So Mi. So Mi, Panam, as known as the most natural asshole of Badlands.” 

“That’s no way to refer to a lady, you rat!” She swatted at her shoulder, though that grin didn’t look like it would disappear any time soon. “Come, we are setting up camp soon. You and your friend should join us.”

“Not gonna say no to that,” V chuckled, waving at Mitch approaching them, “especially since we need a good mechanic to take a look at my car.”

Later, when they were following the Aldecaldos across the desert, So Mi finally spoke up, her gaze setting firmly on the younger woman as if she couldn’t believe whatever just unfolded in front of her.

��Interesting friends you have.” V only laughed at that, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. “How did you end up being friends with a nomad group?” 

“Come on, I’ve done wilder things, and you never ask about them.” The pout elicited a smile from So Mi, who nudged at her teasingly in order to coax the story out of her, and it was not like she could deny the older woman if such a thing was possible in the first place. “I did what I’m best at: getting between family drama and, well, you know the rest.”

This time, it was So Mi who pouted at the vague answer; now that V had seen how cute she was, she felt like she should do this more often. Still, she offered an apologetic shrug, one hand scratching at her sweating nape.

“To be honest, a lot of my memories were jumbled as an effect of the Relic.” Her gaze softened at that, and V couldn’t help the sudden warmth rising in her chest. “So if you want the whole thing, it’s better to ask Panam, really.”

“So you had to go through it too.” A shiver.

“Not as bad as you.” She thought back to So Mi’s words in Dogtown. A snowflake lands on my glove. I can calculate its unique fractal structure, but what did my mom’s voice sound like? “It’s like, someone goes inside my home and puts everything in the wrong cabinets, instead of taking them away. And now I have to reorganize the whole thing.” If I can live until then.

“So listening to others should help you?” V twisted her lips in thoughts, before giving a firm nod.

“I guess? Only one way to find out.” Before she could return her full attention to driving, So Mi laid a hand on her arm, fingers curling around her wrist. Their eyes met, and she gulped, not sure what to expect at this moment.

“Just know that I’ll help you however I can, I promise.”

#am i insane? probably #sekaiswrite #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #song so mi #songbird cyberpunk #songbird #cyberpunk 2077 v #songv #good lord i sat down and wrote 2k words #valerie phan #ship: broken cage #but like i made v as ambiguous as possible (?) #still have mention of hanako x v / glass sanctuary

[oliveagainn]

THIS SONG IS SOO PAST!SHADOWPEACH WHAT

okay it's not only about the title

You are my peach, you are my plum You are my earth, you are my sun

...I don't think I need to say anything here

Once I sink my teeth, your skin's not so tough I'll leave a tiny cut, there'll be a lot of blood

Macaque and Wukong used to be the only ones that could really hurt eachother emotionally, and when they did, it was bad

You are my light, no need to hide You are my clock, keep me on time You are my angel, you are my crime I'll serve this sentence the rest of my life

idk they just have codependent vibes

I do things wrong, you thought I might

...

You say I should think before I talk, you say I shouldn't think about my life

...

It's just so hard to see tomorrow past tonight, whoa It's just so hard to see tomorrow past tonight, whoa

Wukong being careless and not taking Mac's warnings seriously, still trying to gain more immortality (thinking about his life)

You say I'm gonna miss you when you leave and you are probably right

...

'Cause once I finally hit the ground, who's gonna drag me into the light?

They trust(-ed) eachother nevertheless.

the other parts of the song are also fitting but i can't say anything abt those beside "omg literally them"

#am i insane? probably #but you don't need to be as crazy as me to see that it's almost weird how it fits them #shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #lmk six eared macaque #i don't usually do ship posts but they make me go insane #it can be seen as platonic though #i like them as qpps as in “id rather die than label this relationship”

[qierxing]

Yan!Trey x Yan! Succubus Cater x Reader

CW/TW: Noncon, Toxic expectations,Pregnancy mention, Cater's gender and sex is Ambiguous, Reader has AFAB genitalia but is still referred w/ G/N terms & is implied to be infertile, unconsensual polygamy, womb tattoo

Finding prey is rather entertaining sometimes.

—

Imagine being in a loving marriage with Trey.

Or you once were, and now, it's become a shriveled shell of itself.  You don't really...remember where it started going downhill. Maybe it's when he started asking you about how you feel about children and how you have to awkwardly respond that your body physically can't give birth. You starkly remember how his eyes had dimmed that day in disappointment.

Still, you held hope that you didn't need a child to keep your relationship loving. But as each day passes and the way the two of you drift apart, the more you begin to get disheartened. 

You've long resigned yourself to this dead marriage, only barely kept alive by old burnt kindlings of past happy memories. And as Trey spends more time out and away, you're sure it's only a matter of time when he doesn't ever return back to the apartment you two used to call home.

But he does, and not alone. 

Cater's a pretty little thing, you have to admit with a dull ache in your chest as Trey introduces her. Luscious red locks, bright green eyes and a fair complexion to match; it almost seems like she's too perfect. There's only a heavy tiredness in your chest as you watch Trey smile so brightly at her, the way he used to smile at you. 

You can only clench your teeth and nod as Cater holds your hands and asks if she can stay for dinner. Perhaps some part of you should get angry, yell at Trey for cheating on you so blatantly, or tell Cater to get the hell out. But it all fizzles as you catch them fucking each other, in your shared bedroom.

And as you stare down at the divorce papers in your hands, you can only feel relief. Even though you should be angry or sad, you're just…glad that Trey could find someone else to love, to give him what he wants. Cater seems like such a bright and cheerful person. It hurts, more than anything else, that it couldn't be you, but…perhaps it is one last act of love that you couldn't find it in yourself to leave with bad memories. This could give you the clean break you’ve always wanted.

Except, when you return back to the apartment, your husband is nowhere to be found. Only Cater, who beams at the sight of you and immediately dragging you to cook spicy curry together. It's surprising how easy it is to get along with her, even if she is the reason why there's divorce papers stuffed in your raincoat pocket. And the more you spend time with her, the more you begin to like her and realize how lucky Trey was to have found such a wonderful, cheery lady who has the most entertaining stories and anecdotes to pass the time. She doesn’t insult you at all like you expected, instead listening intently to your small talk and complimenting your decoration skills in the apartment.

"I'm glad to have met you." She says with glimmering eyes. And you can only think the same in return when the door opens.

Trey rushes to you, fear and worry clouding his eyes and you're taken back when he asks where you were and why weren't you answering your phone. Trey turns his wrath on Cater for not texting him that you had returned home, and you can only smile in mild amusement at the banter that ensues. 

It's agonizing, quietly inquiring if you could talk to Trey alone for a moment. The two of you sit across from each other at the wooden dining table, but the distance seems to be so long.

When you set down the divorce papers in front of Trey, you had thought of many situations that might occur. Maybe he would also be relieved, perhaps sad, or possibly guilty. But what you never could’ve expected is him getting angry, telling you with a cold voice that you would never be apart from him, tearing the papers into shreds. Something in you snaps, from irritability or having to just endure so many things from the past years, as you scream at Trey to take the damn mercy you were offering him and–

You're cut mid yell as something pinches your neck and you collapse to the floor, rendered immobile. Your eyes frantically swivel to see decorated red diamond converse walking in front of you, with a familiar voice giggling.

“Gosh, you’re lucky I was here, or they would’ve absolutely left you.”

It's the last thing you can recall when you wake up in your bedroom, ankle chained like an animal to a bedpost. As you try desperately to get the iron shackle off, an arm slithers around your waist and tugs you back into Trey's chest. You kick and yell, demanding to know what is going on, as Trey chides you for being so unfaithful.

Your blood runs cold when another voice chimes in. It doesn’t really start to seep in until you see red hair peek into the moonlight, then bright green eyes next. 

No, you aren’t really scared until you look closer.

Her jawline has gotten angular, cheekbones much more prominent and his figure more lean and lithe, all sharp and no softness to be found. Were her arms always that muscular? When Cater leans forward to cage you in and your horror multiplies at how he (?) grins.

“I made some changes, do ya like it?” Poison green eyes glint under the moonlight and you can only get lost in them with a ditzy smile as you’re put under a spell that you can’t explain. It makes you limp in their arms as they take you relentlessly, filling you with endless thick, white cum that spills over your skin and thighs, heating up your stomach and making your brain go empty and blissed out. Their stamina together is relentless, and it only continues when you pass out.

By the time morning comes around, you’re filled with mortification at how the two are still wrapped around you, cocks somehow warming your tight cunt and a foreign marking burned into the skin on your belly.

“Now we’ll actually have a family together…” Trey sleepily mumbles in your ear, sending your world crashing down.

You don’t know how you can escape, both the men and the glowing mark on your womb.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #my works #brain vomit ngl this has been in my drafts for a long while #inspired by folk lore on how succubae/incubae are the same and start by fucking a man and taking his essence and fucking that essence into #a woman to reproduce supernatural spawn #am i insane? probably

[motorcycleboy9]

guys I knew nothing about the outsiders musical but great expectations lives in my head rent free for the last two days THIS SONG FUCKING SLAPS

#every single person should listen to great expectations performed by brody grant from the outsiders musical at least once in their life #like JOHNNY HAS NO KIND OF CHANCE IN THIS WORLD NOT FROM WHERE HE'S HAD A START #am i insane? probably #WHO KNOWS HOW FAR IN THIS LIFE HE COULD GO IF HE PLAYED A DIFFERENT PART #GREEAAAAAATTT EXPECTAAAATIOOOONS #please add tulsa 67' on spotify too pls pls pls #the outsiders #the outsiders musical #the outsiders 1983 #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #nickyapping

[lockwoods-coat-and-reids-vests]

Okay Lockwood and Co fandom. I have to ask. I’ve read the books and seen the series and it is immaculate. But I have to ask other fans of the books because I have been thinking about something since the series aired. And I want to know if I’m just crazy or “clinically insane”

Cameron Chapman’s smile. First off, SWOON. Any time I see him smile I grin like crazy. Which does not happen to me. At all!

Anyways…

Secondly, his smile IS LOCKWOOD for me.

Idk if that makes sense, but his toothy (bottom lip kinda under his front teeth) mega watt smile is Lockwood, and I can’t explain why. Particularly it’s the one at the end of ep 2 when Lucy pulls out the necklace. His other smiles/grins as well, but that one smile just stands out.

So, I have Aphantasia (which basically means my inner eye is blind(I can’t imagine/see sh*t even if you held a g*n to my head)), but Cameron Chapman’s smile. For some reason I just feel like it is Lockwood.

Like.

This man is Lockwood.

No questions needed. He came straight from the page.

Please tell me I’m not going crazy.

I mean. Look at him. (I couldn’t find the scene where Lucy shows the guys the necklace in the end of ep 2, but that smile in particular is also fantastic)

I might have a crush on him… 😅😀

#lockwood & co netflix #locklyle #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #am i insane? probably #but i will die on this hill #cameron chapman #he is honestly the perfect guy.

[lost-in-frog-land]

i was thinking about Galloway

gallow-way, the way of gallows

how obvious that death and disaster were inevitable in a town named after the equipment used for hangings

#am i insane? probably #but it was a neat thing i noticed and i like to think it was intentional #feeling emotional about bitb again #bitb #jrwi bitb #blood in the bayou

[zo2paintedlady]

I have 52 AO3 tabs open. 

#am I insane? probably #my sister is losing it #ao3 #minus 3 of those tabs it's all vegaspete fanfics #every single one is kinnporsche related though #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete

[lifblogs]

Hell yeah, two more books coming in!

#apparently i have bought 7 books in the last 24 hours #and i have a pile of new ones to read already #and i got two so far for christmas #and i will be getting more from my dad #am i insane? probably

[sekaithemystic]

what if... photographer!v x model!so mi... what then

this photo is giving me brainrot

#am i insane? probably #something about me and photographer/model ship #songbird cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #song so mi #cyberpunk 2077 v #songv

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Sally is the real neighborhood Rizzler... you all know i'm right...

#she knew what she was doingggggg #she Knew!!!! #'youre going to make me blush' yes poppy i think that was her intention <3 #popstar is A tier ship you cant convince me otherwise #fuck now im tempted to make a For Fun ship tier list.... no im not. the exhaustion is just making me insane #popstar is theeeeeee lesbian pairing tho #fingers crossed im onto something with them #cmon cmon i love being right #i love clocking relationships before they happen its my fav hobby when watching/reading stuff #i know im delusional with laughingstock but Popstar? i! am! so! correct! #probably. maybe. if im Wrong... dont light your torches im just a lil guy #scribble garnish #welcome home #wh popstar #sally starlet #poppy partridge #THAT TABLE SHOT MY WIFE AND ATE MY LEFTOVERS #i rarely scribble objects and the like and its For A Reason #it was fun for like... ten seconds and then it got tedious but i was Committed #although. i will admit. #scribbling the misc items was nice. love me some Stuff and Things

[obsob]

there he is......the man of the house

#mine #ough hello not posted in a while!! #im busy doin portfolio stuff so . not much cat drawinign going on THO i will. hopefully do one tomorrow hehe #i was gna get stickers for my next shop update but its hurting me head so. gna order new prints hopefully!! this week and then #do stickers n postcards next time. i am so low on stock sihfdkggwe #need 2 buy envelopes also....my least favourite thing 2 spend money on #what hve i been up to ....i made a blanket!! maybe i will post picture. it was gna b a cardigan i started it like last year #n then i went 2 sew it together n was like. this pattern is insane also this wool is too thick so. blanky :) #its very good. good lap blanket!! #what else what else....been re reading lotr. im reading it on ebook i lov ebook sm. i love printed books but i jus absolutely cannot #read them. dyslexia gang rise up !!!! #im reading it so much quicker tho n also actually remembering it ....would die for gimli #also started rewatching cr2 >:) i dont . actually like th new campaign so KSDFKJDN rewatch it is #even tho i dont like molly. not that thats gna b an issue for long sifubshbhebwj #im so seepy...so cold.....gna rest now probably n play skyrim hehe #cat drawings tomorrow >:) #okay bye

[victarin]

i fucking love people here you guys see this dinnerplate-faced daycare animatronic and go "what if they were detectives" and you make all this amazing astounding art and writing and concepts and designs like yeah . sure . im going to be normal abt this and im not going to think about the incredible levels of creativity involved im not gointg to think about how much i love seeing beginner artists using the dca as a way to learn new skills in art and character design Im not going to think about how much joy is in all those AUs and how much artists and writers put aspects of whatever they enjoy in those stupid ass clowns to make these incredible inspired stories and artworks absolutely Brimming with love for what they created &how much i love seeing people in the community huddling around those AUs and hyping them up and making More Art from those yeah im normal. whatever

#im a vanilla dca fan but dear lord some of you draw me in like a rat to cheese #fnaf dca #talking #i think early early on in the fandom i saw a post complaining about this #about some dca content being so far from the original concept that it just doesnt make sense #not to be cheesy on main but i think the love that people have for this character is insane and i think that if you make #incredible ass monster sea monster mermaid WHATEVER designs #and at the heart of it all its because of how mch you love the dca #then thats fucking fantastic #this is probably worded really fucking badly maybe i'll try again another time #its 3 am man im going to sleep

[menelaus-blue]

thinking about this scene from the adventurer's bible from kabru's perspective...

#and even the fact that after a moment he just smiles and is like 'yeah laios youre so right' this guy is insane #this can probably be interpreted many ways #i personally am neither here nor there about that its for you lot to do what you wish #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #kabru dungeon meshi #kabru of utaya #laios touden #laios dungeon meshi #eek i love kabru so much you guys dont understand

[ryllen]

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #deuce spade #twst meme #twisted wonderland meme #i can't get this out of my mind #i am in awe with how people can be openly evil sometimes #sometimes i wish i can be mean myself #the insane people posts account probably full of nrc students

[catmask]

some specific verbage i always stumble over other people using is when i get referred to as 'the _____ guy'. like 'the pokemon guy' 'the comics guy' 'the furry art guy'. not because any of these are untrue i guess, i do love all these things - only that im not THE anything. theres a whole lot of pokemon fans and furry artists and comics artists that are dedicated and talented and wonderful people, so being known as the go to for any of those is like... hold on hold on. i know seven other variants of 'the guy' youre talking about, im really not unique in any sort of way. we're all working together in these communities so id never want any to be attributed to me specifically. especially because my knowledge is only limited to what one person knows at 25...!

#tho this is way less troublesome when my friends use it #in a group of 6 or so people yeah i PROBABLY am the most insane about those specific subjects #but in the whole world? noooo way #not even close #though people who called me 'the chameleon guy' or 'the laikas comet guy' thats fine becayse yeah i did do those by myself LOL

[andfangs]

heaven and hell were words to me

#userangelic #userveronika #winterswake #dwedit #moffatedit #timelordgifs #doctor who #twelfth doctor #twelve #clara oswald #whouffaldi #otp: don't run stay with me #riotgifs #idk who else to tag on these insane edits but i am probably not gonna stop making them any time soon so idk lemme know if you wanna