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colorfulbaobab · 2 days

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if greek demigods are wired for ancient greek then roman demigods are wired for latin right? and well, english uses the latin alphabet? so are they just, not dyslexic???

#hmmmmmm #i feel like this is probably covered in hoo somewhere but #humor me #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #am i dumb jrjfkgk #help

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vogelspinne · 4 months

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Happy year of the dragoon-erm, dragon!

Can't decide if this was the result of Aymeric getting back at him for the elephant suit or Vrtra's well-meaning but ultimately misguided intentions.

#ffxiv estinien #estinien #estinien varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #ffxiv #ffxiv fanart #heavensturn #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #yeah i know eastern dragons dont have wings #humor me

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aeroplaneblues · 2 years

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Same Flavor🤔💗

I knoooow we barely know anything about cyno and alhaitham but listen 15 sec of them fighting is enough for them to fit in my "enemies to lovers" group ships! Even if canon differs this will live rent free in my head🥺🥰 Also sorry if its a little ooc for kokomi but they did fought a war

#chilumi #cytham #kokosara #lumine x childe #kokomi x sara #cyno x alhaitham #genshin impact #anything i draw from here on out is super self indulgent #and probably doodles #i have no energy but ships fuel me *v*#HUMOR ME #also @ me if you like all 3🥺#you can see this as platonic i dont miiind #idraw #1k #haino

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thatsuccubabe · 5 months

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#humor me #poll

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mistresstuki · 6 months

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Imagine...

Being a curse, a curse older than Sukuna, a curse who was old even when Sukuna was born/manifested, not the first curse but a curse older than even mankind...at least as far as your legend goes. A curse that on a whim took it upon yourself to take the dreaded Sukuna under your wing, teaching him, molding him, guiding the infamous curse into the force of nature he is...

Only to have Sukuna find you again after his long dormancy...old, older than old, older than ancient, and with your aging now having long lost your thirst for blood, for death, for fear, for screams. Body frail from lack of use, yet alive and intact.

He has no words, his confident malicious demeanor nonexistent as he doesn't know whether to cry or scream at this outrage.

It was you, and yet it isn't. The fire long gone from your ancient eyes, body that once orchestrated absolute dread with a mere flick of your wrist now frail and atrofried over a millennia. A mere shadow of what was once a formidable curse.

It was you, and yet it isn't. He has half a mind to end your suffering, but surprises even himself when he finds himself rooted to the spot with his eyes burning and wet as you smile so weakly at him. The gesture so foreign, he had never seen it. Yet, you mange it so casually as if had been so natural.

He hates it, he despises it, he can't stomach it, and for the first time in all his days...can not fathom a way to fix it...

It was you, and yet it isn't...And it breaks a heart he never knew he had.

#jjk #imagine #jjk imagines #sukuna #sukuna imagine #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #sukuna jjk #random thoughts #humor me #sukuna x reader #reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x you #jujutso sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jujutso kaisen x you

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steviesbicrisis · 1 year

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What did Steve say? incorrect answers only

#steddie #please don't let this flop lmao #humor me #I'm stressed #steve harrington once said #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie incorrect quotes #incorrect steddie

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 3 months

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The little group of citizens looked at the jack-in-a-box with no little apprehension. They were safely huddled up together on the other side of the room, but the box was shaking and groaning. It wouldn’t hold much longer. They all knew that Villain was inside, but their abilities were... unclear. No one wanted to know more. They nervously glanced at the Hero who'd brought them all together.

"What are we doing here ?" someone asked.

Hero gave them all a kind, reassuring smile.

"You know, there's something I believe deeply", she said, her hand on her heart. "I think all of us are heroes inside."

"What does that mean ?"

Hero kept smiling while putting her hand on the door knob:

"That means, dear citizens...that I'm sure you can deal with Villain all by yourselves ! It will be good for you ! Byyyyye !"

The door closed on her, leaving the citizens frozen with surprise. A key turned into the lock. For a moment, all they could hear was her running away.

“It’ll be all right”, said someone to break the terrified silence.

“Really ? How can you tell ?”

“Well, you've heard her ! We’re all heroes, aren’t we ?”

“No we’re bloody not !” yelped the other one. “I am an accountant, and you work at the post office ! It’s not a hero we need, it’s a locksmith ! Is there one in the room ?”

“Yeah”, said a middle-aged woman, “but I don’t have my tools.”

“Then improvise something, lady ! We’re running out of time !”

The locksmith scratched her head and knelt in front of the lock.

“Does someone have a hairpin or a paper clip ?”

“Yes,” answered a nurse who was on her coffee break, “take it”.

“See ?” asked the accountant. “That’s what real heroes look like to me. Doing the real work for us so we can run the hell out of here.”

“It can’t be that bad,” insisted the postman stubbornly. “A real hero wouldn’t have put us in danger. The box is locked, after all. Maybe it's a test. Maybe she went out to find help.”

“For what, burying our bodies ?”

The box exploded. Confetti flied across the room. Slowly, Villain raised from their former trap.

“Muahaha”, they said in a polite effort to keep the conversation alive.

It didn’t quite work, so they added:

“Beware mortals, for I take the shape of your greatest fear !”

“Calm down,” barked the accountant. “We don’t have the key either. We can’t free -”

He stopped, as he suddenly realized that admitting to the villain that they couldn’t run away was probably not the best idea. Meanwhile, the nurse gasped, having made a realization of her own:

“That’s why we’re a group ! You can’t be the fears of everyone at once!”

“True, but I can take the shape of universal fears. It’s your choice, really.”

To prove their abilities, the Villain shaped themself into an abyss of absolute darkness, the grim reaper, and a very expensive medical bill.

“Aaaaah”, howled the whole group, convinced.

The locksmith, who was in tears after seeing the bill, whispered:

“We have no choice. Someone has to face their fears. It’s the only way to win alive.”

“All right, but who goes first ?”

The postman went first. He tried hard. He tried really hard at every step. “After all, we’re all heroes”, he repeated to himself, until Villain transformed into the brother who raised him saying “I’m disappointed in you.”

He collapsed.

The accountant went second. It is a known fact that most accountants are full of repressed rage. This one was very eager to share it with Villain and, if he may be quoted, “to punch their fucking guts out”. He ran and nearly landed a hit, but Villain dodged and showed him his own body with his insides out, in a sea of blood.

He collapsed.

When the nurse went, she was rather sure of herself. She had a fear of blood but with her job she had it under control. Then the Villain showed her all her patients dying, and she realized she couldn’t erase this fear or that would have made her a monster.

So she collapsed.

Villain stepped towards the locksmith, who during all that time was desperately trying to open the door. It wasn’t that the lock was hard, but her fingers were shaking too much, tears blinded her, and she was huddled in a corner, crying her eyes out.

Villain frowned. They transformed again – and again, and again. They screamed in frustration, then in terror. That didn’t help them.

They exploded.

When all the group regained their consciousness, they demanded an explanation. The locksmith squeaked:

“I didn’t know ! Of course I didn’t know ! But...when I think about it...that makes sense.”

“What makes sense ?”

“I think...I forced them to take too many forms at the same time, and at the end they couldn’t cope.”

“How did you do that ?”

“Oh”, said the nurse, who nodded.

“What ? It’s some kind of special ability ?”

“It depends from the point of view, I suppose.”

“Well, what is it called ?”

“Generalized anxiety.”