#hands u this

[fooltofancy]

learned i can get on my roof legally so now he lives up there i guess

#'in his fucking anime clothes' YEAH WHAT OF IT #bullying him (me) #baby mode blogging #would you like to see the ugliest compressed jpeg of my pretty roof imaginable #hands u this

[bvlladonnas]

closed / @acosmicdisappointment, for whoever ! location / the golden beach street

the boardwalk has become esme's favorite place to be, recently. watching the sunset is peaceful, a nice reprieve from whatever the fuck her life has turned into recently, and the sound of the waves keeps her calm. armed with a good book and a rice krispie edible tucked neatly into her tote, she thinks she can take on the world. enough that for a split second she doesn't notice the figure falling into step beside her; that split second hardly lasts, of course, and esme's hand immediately falls to her pepper spray — before she lets out what feels like the deepest sigh of her life, " why the hell would you scare me like that ?! it's getting dark ! you could be a murderer ! "

#* ic / esme. #kisses ur head #hands u this

[criticaaaaaaaal]

may i offer you a little witch academia x the owl house crossover

akko finds the shiny rod in the human realm, and it transports her to the demon realm. this is a bit of a dream come true for akko since she was being sent away to a boarding school in the human realm and she loooves mythology

she adores a performer, shiny chariot, who also used the shiny rod, but Mysteriously Disappeared (oooo)

she is found by professor ursula, and the prof takes akko in to care for her and train her as an apprentice (despite akko being human)

luna nova is a prestigious, traditionalist, all girls school located on a different group of islands from the boiling isles. still in the demon realm tho, just think of it like a different country kinda

they are still under the jurisdiction of emperor belos, but its much more loose since they’re so far from the emperor himself

lotte is akko’s roommate at luna nova. she’s a bard who has a hobby for beastkeeping. she knows its against the rules to mix magic but she cant help it, she likes mixing the two, it feels natural to her

sucy is akko’s class partner in the potions track. sucy is from the boiling isles, but moved to luna nova because of the rare flora & fauna that can be found (they make great potion ingredients). sucy likes testing out some potions on akko to see how a human would react to them

akko originally joined potions, since its the only magic a human can technically do (albeit with difficulty).

akko’s determined to be like shiny chariot, though, and so she kinda brute forces her way into joining the illusions track and the oracle track, two things shiny chariot did for her performances

#little witch academia crossover #little witch academia #lwa #akko kagari #sucy manbavaran #lotte yanson #the owl house #the owl house crossover #hands u this #scurries away #diana would be a healing track student but shes talented with all types of magic

[selfnss]

he hadn't expected visitors during his recuperation, much less the familiar silhouette of the very same man who managed to both save and doom the general in their stand off with the anti-matter legion. golden eyes are soft as jing yuan pushes himself into a more upright position - ignoring the ache that spreads throughout his frame and the bandages pulled taut 'round his chest making it hard to breathe. despite himself, it's a lopsided smile that meets dan heng from amongst the sheets and haphazardly fitted bed clothes.

"and to what do i owe this pleasure? have you come to check on an old man's recovery? i've been in worse battles, old friend, i am sure all will be well with enough rest. sleep does wonders for the body, you know." if he's talking too much, jing yuan doesn't notice it as a bandaged hand lifts to flick his hair out of his face in an absent movement. "but i doubt you've come here just to listen to my wittering on, hm?" // @timeveiled liked for a jing yuan

#timeveiled / dan heng. #ic. #muse: jing yuan #hands u this #scuttles off

[bypyre]

vision swims as blood clings to his skin beneath the pyro's shirt, gloved hands slick with the same cloying crimson fumble at the buttons as diluc stumbles across the threshold of his tavern. can't go home, can't let anyone there know what he gets up to after dark. they'll worry too much... or they'll tell one of the knights... or... or...

hip clashes with the corner of a table and diluc stifles a curse as white hot pain splinters up his side and through the fresh gash in his gut still bleeding and staining its way through pale waistcoat that he's sure he already shrugged off a few paces back... or was that his jacket? doesn't matter. he needs to stop the bleeding. needs to get at the damned thing so he can cauterize it. still, diluc fumbles at his shirt buttons - refusing to remove his gloves even as they fill with darkening crimson as his steps become more uncoordinated and dark patches appear in his vision.

"c'mon... c'mon..." another step has diluc bumping into the bar itself as his hands start to grow cold and numb. he doesn't notice the door creak open behind him, nor does he recognise the sound of familiar boots across his floors that are now spattered with crimson slowly starting to seep into the cracks between the boards. // @serosanguine for childe hehehe

#serosanguine / childe. #. ic #hehehehehehhehe #hands u this #scuttles off to bed

[stars-of-shadowmoon]

#hands u this #after much effort of fist fighting the transition delays upon export #wow #wow edit #wrathion #discord tlt #mlp #edit #capcut

[metapphjores]

south philly affirmations

#hands u this

[sonic-x-sideblog]

[Image Description: A text that was sent at 12:31 A.M, the number it came from is censored by blue. The regular avatar shown for all texts is edited to be show an avatar of Chris Thorndyke with a rainbow flag behind him. The text reads: i'm sorry i didn't invite you shadow you know i love you but tbh my friends are just scared of you ever since you made that pipe bomb in our garage. End Image Description.]

#Chris thorndyke #shadow the hedgehog #sonic x #side.txt #hands u this

[abelshot]

it isn't the first time they've found themselves in the middle of a shootout amongst the rubble and ruin of a town long forgotten and lost to the sands. it also isn't the first time that wolfwood's demanded the stampede leaves and lets the undertaker deal with their issue himself. of course, such an order was vehemently denied by vash as he stubbornly reloads his pistol and turns his attention back to the bounty hunters intent on getting their hands on the ever-growing fund that comes with vash's head.

dust settles around them, filling the air where it sprays from bullet holes missing their mark and hitting old, crumbling walls. blood rushes in vash's ears as he glances to the side where wolfwood sits across the alleyway from him, ducked beneath what remains of an old shop front. cerulean gaze is paired with pinprick pupils and a shake of his head. don't do it. he knows what wolfwood's usual tactic is - they also both know how low he is on those vials of his. he begs his friend and partner with the look in his eyes. let me figure this out - i'll find a way. don't go out there.

there's a lull in the cacophony of flying bullets and shrapnel as their hunters seem to understand they've not hit their mark yet. a glance, tentative in nature around the side of his chosen cover reveals the last thing the stampede had hoped for. they're advancing. there's at least six against the two of them. another glance towards wolfwood and a desperate expression. he can't shout like he wants to - can't plead with the priest not to do what they both know he wants to. vash raises a hand, palm out. stay there. please stay there. the hammer is pulled back on his gun. he has to act first - has to do something before wolfwood can act.

teeth grit and the stampede ducks out from behind his hiding spot, met with a hail of bullets as he scrambles to his feet and turns tail - leading the group further away from where wolfwood sits with the punisher. he will not let wolfwood get hurt because of him. not again. not today. / @wolfcross .

#wolfcross. #ic. #hey so u know that starter i said i was gonna write u #hehehehe #hands u this #we gotta go the long route to it though we gotta get the Build Up

[gin-juice-tonic]

#hands u this #nothing against nancy but i do love a billy ray

[lifesver]

nobody:

me curating the same playlist constantly:

#hands u this #( ☆ ) ⸻ CAR RADIO / jams.

[exghul]

days like these splash the boy's tongue with bitterness. he paces his quarters like a parrot in his gilded cage. the keep is truly beautiful, damian has spent his youth ensuring its safety. the mountains of nanda parbat mold with the waning sunlight out his windows but he does not watch the sun set today.

his mother insisted he spend the day out of sight as she was to bring home a ' special guest ' who might be upset by his particular brand of callous hospitality. he has taken today as a day of rest but barely hours into it, he has grown bored. he stops his pacing for a moment, musing that surely at this point he has worn the path into the plush carpet beneath his bare feet. he has heard naught but a sound throughout the day, perhaps her guest has left already. foolish boy, you know she will fetch you when she has finished today's tasks.

but he is the DEMON'S FIST, he is son & grandson to the demon's head. this is his home & he will explore it how he wishes. with that thought, he pads out of his quarters. head on a swivel, the ghouls that wander these halls know better than to stop their superior.

damian begins to open doors, peer down hallways --- if his mother discovers him, he will simply reason that he was looking for her. in reality, his curiosity burns to know who she has taken great care to keep secret from him. this is his reasoning anyway as nimble fingers fiddle with a lock, the door firmly sealed from the inside. here must lie her secret, the stranger she invited into the halls of the league of assassins. it takes him little effort to snap the feeble lock, a decorative trinket to offer comfort --- but not to keep the masters of the halls out. the door opens without protest.

in the center against the wall, a single bed. a form lays prone in the middle, he can make out the curvature of a male. a secret smile flickers across his lips: surely, one of his mother's lovers. this must be why she kept him tucked away, so that he might not upset her in her . . . escapades. a huff falls from the boy's nose & he closes the door behind him.

it takes only a second for the boy to cross the room, peer down at the covers. a youthful mop of black hair peers out from the blankets. he reaches for the covers.

for @knightnoir ♥

#knightnoir #⊰ ℜ ⊱ GRACE IS JUST WEAKNESS OR SO I'VE BEEN TOLD \ verse : batman beyond. #BUZZING !! EXCITED !!! AHHHH !!!!! 111 !! !! #hands u this #i re-watched the ep and we're completely erasing the 'twist' bc fuck canon :)

[melodicbreeze]

@akithea​ ( closed starter. )

   After finally, the last abyss mage fell, Venti hadn’t paid much attention to where he was going when he stumbled away into the breeze. Functioning on autopilot, he’d assumed he would have gone to the tree at Windrise, to heal. 

Instead, when his vision cleared, confusion settled in when he saw he was on a dirt path, in front of stone stairs, in front of a mansion. The Winery...?

His knees buckled, then- he knew it was nothing life threatening, he just needed rest, so Venti didn’t fight his vision fading to black.

#akithea #hands u this

[selfnss]

the stench of blood clings to them both, chuuya's nose wrinkles as he shifts his weight and leans his partner more against him in order to fish the key to his apartment out of his pocket. stupid dazai. stupid, stupid dazai getting himself stabbed on chuuya's watch. stupid dazai and his bandages and blood he insists on spreading everywhere every time they're given a mission together. the door is kicked open and chuuya grits his teeth, pulling the taller mafioso over the threshold unceremoniously as every ounce of determination he has is put into ignoring the pained noises filtering their way between them.

the front door closes behind them with a click, the fatigue starting to inch further through chuuya's vision and muscles the longer he stands holding his partner upright over his shoulders. he's too light. dazai's taller, he should be heavier than this. chuuya knows he doesn't eat enough but... shut up. concentrate.

"don't you dare bleed on my carpet - or you're payin' for the refurb." despite his sharp words, chuuya's voice lacks the usual bite behind it - instead he focuses on picking his way towards the bathroom and unceremoniously dropping his partner onto the floor, leant back against the bath at the end of the room. the tiles are gonna need scrubbing by the time they're done. gonna need scrubbing again. he should start charging dazai for the cleaning bill. turning his back to the injured man, chuuya peels his gloves off and drops them in the sink - only noticing the familiar sensation of blood seeping through his clothes after he's slammed the first aid kit onto the counter.

shit.

hands lift, picking at his buttons as chuuya barks an order back to his partner. "shirt off. now." // @nonhumen

#nonhumen / dazai. #muse: chuuya nakahara #ic. #verse tbt. #blood mention // #idk if i need to tag that but #hiiiiiiiii #hands u this

[desiccation]

@pollaplous​ asked:

"What is it that these 'French' have done to you?" Kenneth inquires, curious. "Or is it meaningless war?"

   There is a generous pause that follows Kenneth’s questions, both of which have Shay’s attention wholly and immediately. He had only just begun to understand the magnitude of his new ‘ally’ and it was becoming increasingly clear that keeping Kenneth on his side of things was certainly going to be in his best interests (even if his crew were still ever wary).

   “Personal feelings aside, the French are trying to push their regime onto the colonists here and claim the land for themselves,” Shay gestures out with one hand towards the continent they drift alongside. Though they are far from any known civilization, he hoped it was clear to Kenneth what he intended. “My allies and I are hoping to stop them.”

   He pauses for a moment, peering out to the wide open expanse before them.

   “Typical government bureaucracy that I’ve no taste for, but is unavoidable.”

#(APOSTATE) IC / AU #pollaplous #hands u this

[forever-a-genius]

When I say I roleplay, I mean I make 22-slide presentations on the worldbuilding needed in order to set the scene before ever getting to the actual writing.

Also the things that come from my brain at god knows what hour of the night bc I'm writing with my partner who lives across the world from me and we were doing this during our date time XD

#if anyone wants to hire me to write for u here is my resume #here u go #hands u this