Tumgik
#excuse me for speaking in the tags
mugiwara-otoko · 1 year
Text
little luffy is so cute🫶🏻
Tumblr media
【あー、いたくないかった】 basically says "It didn't hurt" as he says with tears in his eyes😭
shanks says 【うそつけ!バカな事すんじゃねェ!】 "liar! don't say such a stupid thing!" if u wanted to know btw
the 【すんじゃねェ】 comes from 「すんな」 as in a form of "don't" + 【事】 means "thing" or "matter"(as in a situation)
Tumblr media
the cute 【ししし】 laugh takes play here. + the iconic smile!!!!
the smaller writing to the right of lil luffy's head is 『クスッ』 !! comes from 「クスッと」 which is like to let out a little chuckle!! precious bean!!
Tumblr media
the iconic scar as well has formed!! little guy actually stabbed his cheek </3
i'm well beyond the first chapter but sometimes i enjoy looking back ❤︎
thank u for reading🍰
1 note · View note
poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It's the 6 month anniversary of this blog! Check out these cool bugs I found.
Part 2 - Part 3
858 notes · View notes
rox-of-iu · 11 months
Text
ayoo guess who finally sat down and caught up with cultivate B)
is me. so you know what that means.
spoiler warning for cultivate ch 30-37
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
there was actually.... more things i wanted to draw but I already did so many I had to physically restrain myself hfsjkkdh anyway yes can you tell i love this fic very much
yet once again. cultivate by the wonderful @neonghostcat
#liushen#cultivate#cultivate: slow life on a monster infested mountain#mu qingfang#tagging him as well since theres lot of focus on him lol#and shen jiu as well u have to excuse me I love them they're meow meows#there was gonna be more sj content also but he ended up being cut in the end#wait- hdfdfhkj probably shouldnt talk about cutting something and SJ in the same sentence lmao jhfksdhfk ok bad joke sorry#anyway aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa absolutely deceased with all that has been revealed and covered in the past few chapter#actually dead wonderful powerful talented incredible showstopping never seen before#my most favourite part of cultive is its mysteries without a shadow of a doubt they're so intriguing and the reveal is ALWAYS sooo satisfyi#so the chain reaction of so many answers of the big ones tm? chefs kiss MWA#speaking of mysteries i never mentioned it before because I didn't know how to incorporate it without it being awkward but#for the longest time one particular piece of info has been rotting in my brain#and it was the off-hand comment on of the aqueduct by LQG#it is SO SILLY but THATS the one that has been just spinning in my brain FROM THEN ON ALL THE TIME it is indeed not the actually much coole#checkovs guns that have been setup nooo it was THIS hjkjsdfhksd I HAD TO KNOW where that was going AND NOW I KNOW I CAN REST EASY jsdhfkd#so yeah absolutely wonderful chapters indeed beautiful powerful#also some of you may noticed that time and time again I keep switching up the seniority between bai zhan and qian cao#and i have to formally apologize for that it is in fact not out of lack of attention to the text I'm just shdjkas#if im not mistaken qian caos position is not set in stone in canon so its free for grabs to put it in any of the free spots on the list#so i should respect neonghostcats (beloved i am so sorry) list in this case but i physically couldn't bring myself to write mqf as shidi#HSAJHS im sorry i am so biased and from doctors family i cannot put him in my head in peak seniority so low I'm sry i am legally not allowe#so lets just pretend i wrote it correctly ok sadhkas eyes closed xD#OOF th etags got long this time but im just SOOOO EXCITED WITH THIS FIC AND GOT FEELINGS OK BYE#anyway neonghostcat godspeed recovery buddy!!#also i hope using neonghostcat isnt like....calling u by your full name hdkfh but no idea to which parts i should shorten it either so hah
437 notes · View notes
Note
Priest getou and nun reader or villager reader....(anything other than the word both isnt acceptable...😡😡😡 /j) -🪄
🪄 ANON I SEE YOU AND YOU RAISE A VALID POINT but please consider…… priest!geto and non-believer!reader.
like… imagine. you just happen to waltz into a church one day. you don’t believe in god, you aren’t interested in praying, but you’re exploring a new town and the church is pretty and you figure it could be a nice way to burn time.
you enter the building to find that a sermon is taking place. a priest is speaking to the few rows of people listening; it’s a fairly small church, but paintings and sculptures and beautiful cathedral glass give it a sense of mystique that you’re drawn to. so you take a seat and halfheartedly listen, not praying like the rest, not singing along to the hymns… you stick out like a sore thumb, but hey, it’s not as if anyone is paying attention.
except someone is, and it happens to be the priest that was holding the sermon just a second ago. the same one you spent most of your time oogling once the paintings started to bore you, because he’s so pretty for a priest. beautiful long black hair, amber eyes, sharp facial features, pretty hands — and the smoothest, silkiest voice you’ve heard in your life. like a sun-soaked bundle of lillies.
… also, his cassock is just a little too tight of a fit to tear your eyes away from.
you stick around a little longer once most people have left, just scrolling on your phone and basking in the quiet, and that’s when he approaches you. he jokingly tells you that it’s always obvious when a non-believer enters a place of worship, but he’s not mad; only amused. you end up chatting a bit about your beliefs, he’s a lot more chill than you expected, and…. well. he’s just really, really charming.
so maybe you end up coming back the week after. maybe his smile is a bit like a spider’s web. maybe it becomes a kind of routine to speak to him after his sermons; you still don’t sing along to the hymns or spend any time on prayers, and he still finds it funny. maybe once in a while you end up liking a paragraph from the scripture he’s reciting, and he’s always more than happy to discuss it with you. but mostly you’re there for him. for your chats, for standing outside and badgering him about how contradictory the old testament is while he smokes and listens with an amused grin.
rain hits the ground with a steady rhythm, earthy tobacco floods your veins, spiders by the ceiling weave a web of dew, and his presence is a little more intoxicating than you think is appropriate.
suguru just… isn’t a very orthodox priest. he only believes about a tenth of what the bible says, he has his own view of god, his own thoughts on worship. he smokes. he may or may not occasionally manipulate church-goers into donating money so he can invest in another overpriced painting. you once ask him if there are any bodies in the basement you should know about, and he answers that any self-respecting priest wouldn’t conduct their blood rituals in the basement of their own church. he knows how to pick locks. he tells you once, very quietly, that he doesn’t believe man was created in god’s image. there’s a look in his eyes that you don’t comment on.
he’s funny. charming. pleasantly suspicious. your conversations are enjoyable for the both of you, and eventually the edges of his cedar eyes begin to crinkle the slightest bit whenever you walk into his field of vision. sometimes he eyes your lips for a little too long, and a honeyed irony seeps into his grin when you call him out on it. he asks you if you’re tempting him on purpose, and you shrug. whatever exists between you remains unspoken.
one day, he tells you that he believes it was god who sent you to him. you furrow your brows and protest with a mutter reminding him of your beliefs, how you believe in free will, how you waltzed into his church out of your own volition. no one else’s.
he only smiles, and flicks the butt of his cigarette. you think he remains unconvinced.
57 notes · View notes
nooks-cranny-mogai · 6 months
Text
Wishing everyone who posts pictures of mutilated and fucking dead children from the attack on Gaza a very i hope you fucking die.
Edit: after about 24 hrs, it seems this problem has been resolved. Please exercise caution as this could happen again but guest and pro Palestinian suggested videos and gore videos that were posted in pro Palestinian tags have been removed after mass reports.
WARNING!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!
Zionists and Trolls are posting copious amounts of gore and mutilated bodies from the attacks on gaza on TikTok!!!
It is uncensored gore of children and adults and if you don't see a problem with this blatant disrespect of the dead, don't fucking follow me!
These videos are not being published with any warnings and are not being published with the consent or in support of Palestinians! They are being posted to horrify people and silence them!
If you are triggered by gore or multilation, DO NOT GO ON TIKTOK RIGHT NOW!! There are hundreds of videos being mass uploaded and they are on people's fyps being tagged to intentionally show up in the feeds of people who support Palestine!!
Again DO NOT GO ON TIKTOK RIGHT NOW.
If you choose to, you take a risk on seeing these videos, the fyp is turning into LiveLeak with bodies being shown with zero blocking out, blurring or sheets to cover them. If you come across these videos, make sure you report them if you are mentally capable of doing so.
Please reblog this so others can be warned.
111 notes · View notes
gasstationpopcorn · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
61 notes · View notes
syl-stormblessed · 10 months
Text
if i cared about school half as much as i care about cosmere lore i could've been one of those child prodigies accepted into harvard when they were 12
256 notes · View notes
sunderberry · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
More of my "Valentino owns Husk's soul" AU. Husk is not having a good time.
27 notes · View notes
andy-clutterbuck · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
4x16 | A
191 notes · View notes
tianshiisdead · 4 months
Text
tbh, defending against an abuser by making public the slurs they called you and how they told you to your face they hoped your people would be genocided, and then getting your words dismissed as 'fandom drama and cancel culture' and being told you speaking up is 'what makes fandom toxic'... this is why poc online either don't say anything or are driven out of fandom spaces lol
25 notes · View notes
ventiswampwater · 3 months
Text
tagged by the lovely @flaggermuser 💗
Tumblr media
do this picrew > post your creation
take this quiz > post the photo of your godly parent n copy/paste the description
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Child of Athena Congratulations and welcome to cabin 6! You are a demigod child of Athena, goddess of wisdom, war strategy, and handicraft. Her children are born from her mind, which means you probably don't have a belly button. What you do have though is an affinity for arts and music. You are possessive of a genius intellect and can remember everything you hear perfectly. Although you don't have the same amount of control over weapons that children of Ares do, you are still much more proficient than other demigods. Something you look forward to is the sleepless nights inside the Athena cabin as each one of your siblings works on their own projects.
📍tagging the first five mutuals that show up in my notes bc I love chaos (no pressure ofc!!): @crumb, @rottent33th, @slutforstabbings, @ace-of-hearts-and-spades, and @bluecoolr-main!!
Tumblr media
29 notes · View notes
mirrortouchedsea · 4 months
Text
Day 1
Niki opened the door and announced his presence to his roommate, sliding his shoes off and walking over to the kitchen to put the groceries away. There wasn’t an immediate response but Niki wasn’t too phased as he thought about what he wanted to make them for dinner. Rinne was probably out doing his own errands or playing pachinko again and he’d be home for dinner like he always was. Rinne would never pass up a free meal. 
So when Niki was finishing up dinner and getting ready to plate everything, he found it strange that Rinne hadn’t shown up. Niki pulled out his phone. No new messages. His face scrunched up as he tapped out a message to Rinne asking where he was and how he better not be in trouble. Niki sighed and made his plate anyway, stomach rumbling and begging for nutrients. 
He ate his fill and wrapped up a plate of leftovers for Rinne before checking his phone again. Still nothing. He sighed and put the dishes in the sink before wandering into their shared bedroom to see if there would be any sort of hints as to where Rinne went. 
The closet and dresser were missing a set of winter clothes and Rinne’s winter boots, something he only wore when he went out foraging for food in the mountains. Then he noticed the note laying on the bed. The message was written in a hurry and read “I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t worry about me.” 
Niki crumpled the note in his hand. The nerve of that guy! Niki put on his own boots and grabbed a winter jacket before stalking out into the street, catching a taxi to the mountains. He had a vague idea of where he’d find Rinne and he was going to give him a piece of his mind, making him worry like that!
He eventually told the taxi to stop and paid the driver for their service before hopping out, seeing a set of footprints he’d know anywhere in the snow leading away from the road. Thank god it wasn’t snowing that day or Niki might never have found Rinne otherwise. He grabbed a snack from his pocket, took a bite, and started the trek to find Rinne. 
Ten minutes later, Niki was shivering and wondering just how far from the road Rinne had gone before he reached the end of the footprints at the base of a tree. He looked up to find Rinne leaning against the trunk from one of the lower branches, a can of something nursed in his bare hand red from the cold. Niki called out to Rinne and asked what was wrong, trying to get him to come down and go home. Niki even tried to promise he wouldn’t threaten to kick him out ever again if he’d just come home. 
Rinne didn’t so much as look down, giving only a grunt and an “I said I’d be home tomorrow.” Niki, out of frustration toward the man above him, kicked the tree and reached up to try and forcibly pull Rinne down. At least talk to me, what’s going on Rinne-kun, he begged. Rinne finally looked down and Niki finally saw how red and puffy his eyes were. Please, just leave me alone. I can’t do that, I promised to take care of you. 
The silence could be cut with a knife as Niki stared down Rinne until Rinne relented and climbed down from the tree. He hit the ground with a thud and pulled Niki into a hug, burying his face in Niki’s neck, mumbling something Niki couldn’t hear. Niki wrapped his arms around the other man, taking in the scent of his cologne, something he never expected to have missed as much as he did. 
Eventually, Rinne pulled away and took a final swig from his can which Niki could more clearly see as being beer now. Rinne was drunk and crying in the mountains and Niki had no idea why. Do you want to talk about it, he asked, taking Rinne’s hand in his own. Maybe when we get home. That sounds good to me, I saved you some dinner too. Rinne chuckled and his voice cracked. Niki decided not to mention it. 
They began to walk back to the road in relative silence, the only words coming from Niki on the phone calling another taxi to pick them up. Rinne remained uncharacteristically silent the whole ride home. 
By the time they got back, Rinne’s mood had thawed a little, whether that was from the warmth of the car or the alcohol in his system Niki didn’t care in that moment, just that Rinne was going back to normal. Rinne had let go of Niki’s hand when they entered the apartment as he made a beeline for their bedroom. Niki could hear him digging around for something before he came back out with a shoebox missing the lid. He set it on the coffee table and asked Niki to sit down with him. 
Niki obliged and sat next to Rinne as he began pulling objects Niki had never seen out of it, a photo with four people with striking red hair, a small locket, a clipping of hair, a brooch. Niki picked up the photo. Is this your family, he asked, voice small. Yeah, back when my mom was still alive. You said she passed when your brother was young. She did, this was taken just a few months before… 
Niki set the photo back on the table and turned to the locket, a smaller picture of the woman tucked inside, along with a photo of his brother in the other half. The hair and brooch must have been hers as well. The only things from his hometown Rinne had brought with him, things to remember his family by. 
Today’s the anniversary of her death, Rinne finally spoke again. Finally, everything clicked. He turned to face Rinne, hand on his shoulder. I’m sure she’d be proud of you, Rinne-kun. Tears began falling from Rinne’s eyes again as he turned to embrace Niki in a bear hug, so tight that Niki almost couldn’t breathe until he lightened up again. Thanks for…listening, Niki, I really appreciate it. 
Niki couldn’t tell if he simply imagined it, but as the two of them sat embraced on the couch in his apartment, he felt a third presence settle in with them, pulling them both in for a comforting embrace. 
21 notes · View notes
polarisbibliotheque · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
*Explains in Gale of Waterdeep*
So, my sister took some pics of me on Christmas while I was blabbering about the differences of life between West Germany and East Germany (and how friggin' close to us this huge historical thing is: it wasn't like 50 years ago, the Wall fell only 5 years before I was born; German Republic as one country is almost as old as Brazilian Republic - and both are SO YOUNG. For a government and a country to be a little older than I am, it's absurdly incredible.)
And now she sends me the pics I had no idea she was taking, and lo and behold, for my fellow Baldur's Gate 3 fans, I am Gale of Waterdeeping.
I have even my best company along in the form of a dog I lovingly call 'my little fox'.
The doggo belongs to my sister's boyfriend, but little fox always lays down by my side/at my feet to sleep and I always die 🖤
In DMC terms, Vergil would probably approve and want to talk about everything that happened while he was marinating in Hell, Dante would be semi-asleep on his desk joining the subject every now and then - V would be fighting to let him talk about all the random things with the random walking encyclopedia 🫠
Nero and Nico burning the kitchen down while trying to help Kyrie, poor angel
But eh, just felt like posting this so you guys know how your pocket writer ~kinda~ looks like and some more about said eldritch writing creature. A little hello to you all and happy holidays wishes in the most librarian sort of way - this is a bibliothéque after all hahahaha
Plus, it's a cute fox-doggo pic. Look at him. He's so chonky and cozy. Peacefully sleeping while the eldritch wizard overlytalks in the background. Those little paws that look like he's wearing socks. Tucked in and sleeping after all the food :3 It's always worth it 🖤🖤
I love little fox. Such a cutie. Such a chonky cupcake. He deserves all the highlights. His name is Kobe and I call him everything but that, even Kibe.
And I told you guys almost my entire closet is blue, right...? It wasn't a joke. Almost everything I own is blue, I did it before Vergil and I'll die on this hill.
27 notes · View notes
northern-passage · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
very interested to know if anyone would ever leave a review like this on a game that had all cishet characters... is that pandering to the "cisgender" narrative? or is it only pandering when it's the "transgenders"? 🤔 what makes it pandering? just because it's for an audience that's not you? because it's for a group of people you don't personally like? what makes you so special that only your stories are the ones you deem worthy of being told?
121 notes · View notes
b4kuch1n · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
dedramatization
transcript
this is, indeed, fanart for @metanoia-blues! just straight up aped a whole scene from the latest episode (ep. 70) to draw into comic form lol. what a time I chose to join back in on the journey
80 notes · View notes
immult · 18 days
Text
imogen flustered and never being able to say no to fearne do they want me dead.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
8 notes · View notes