#it's a concept. weeping

[stealingyourbones]

Danny Phantom meets The Flash’s Rogues Gallery.

Danny gets yeeted through a ghost zone portal and appears in a bank that’s actively getting robbed by Captain Cold and Mirror Master. The two are shocked that this kid just appeared out of nowhere and start barraging Danny with questions very casually while they actively break through the main bank vault and as Captain Cold is handing Mirror Master to put the stolen money into the mirror dimension. All the while Danny is just following them and chatting to them like absolutely nothing wrong is happening.

“How did you get here?” “Ghost zone.” “What the hell is a ghost zone?” “I mean it’s pretty self explanatory right? The zone where ghosts live.” “I- did The Flash send you here kid?” “Not a kid. Who’s The Flash, is he your boss?” “Wow you’re really not from here kid are you?” “You know that’s a really good question. Where is here exactly?” “You’re in Central City kid.Did you take a wrong turn to Keystone or something?” “Ok I have no clue where that is. What state are we in?” “Uhhh Kansas? Are you a teleportation meta? Who the hell are you?” “Nah I can’t teleport. Name’s Danny. Who are you guys?” “I’m Captain Cold. This guy is the Mirror Master.” “Are you guys the villains here or something?” “We’re actively robbing a bank kid. That should be obvious. You’re acting really calm for someone talking to super villains.” “Eh, I'm used to it. You guys didn’t shoot me on sight so you’re chill in my book.” “It’s my job to be the chill one kid. We don’t kill.” “You didn’t stop me or kidnap me either. Shooting doesn't always entail lethal force. Also, respect the ice pun dude.” “Heh. You’re alright kid. You aren’t trying to stop us so why should we stop you?” “Fair. Also-“

Danny then feels a strange feeling of something clockwork’s-lair-electricity-ghost-sense-but-not and freaks out and shoots ice towards the source of the feeling. The Flash goes from a blur to tumbling to the ground inside the bank with ice on his feet. Danny realizes that “oh god- this person's outfit has lightning motifs. Lightning = speed. Flash implies moving very quickly.” Oh fuck. He just iced the good guy.

In a panic, Danny turns invisible and flees to the surprise of Flash and the Rogues.

Danny figures out that he isn’t just in Kansas. He’s in Kansas and apparently Amity straight up just doesn’t exist. His parents don’t exist. His sister doesn’t exist. None of his friends or anyone he knows exists. Danny freaks out and eventually figures out that Amity Park is like the podcast town of NightVale. It exists but not in a way that’s accessible for people to simply enter. The town finds you. It finds you and you are stuck until it decides to spit you out. Danny was spat out of Amity and won’t be able to get back in unless the city accepts him back. Danny finds a job in the area and an apartment. He’s stuck here so he might as well make a life here.

Now montage to every single place that Danny ever goes to it’s almost always a “wrong place, wrong time.” where one of The Rogues makes a scene and Danny will just chat with whoever is actively robbing the place/generally causing chaos.

After a while, The Rogues all seem to realize that ‘The kid who froze The Flash’ is that kid that talked to Heat Wave in depth about this strange green fire that the kid could create. He’s also the kid that debated with the Weather Wizard on the most uncomfortable temperature. He’s the same freaking kid that chided Captain Boomerang on how he talks to women. They keep meeting the kid over and over and each time that The Flash arrives the kid just disappears. It’s now a game within The Rogues to see who sees the boy the most and how long he keeps up a conversation before he vanishes.

The Flash is freaking out because this kid managed to stop him with ice powers and is able to vanish/teleport/something. Is this kid a new recruit from The Rouges? Is this kid working with Captain Cold? Why does he keep spotting this kid at locations where The Rogues are causing chaos? The Flash is determined to track down Danny and figure out what his intentions are.

The Flash meets up with Captain Cold to talk about this kid and they both thought that the kid was working with the opposite party. Captain Cold talks about how The Rogues have grown fond of this strange meta that always seems to end up at the wrong place at the wrong time. The Flash is relieved that this kid isn’t a part of the villain union and concerned that this strange meta seems to be on his own.

Timeskip and Golden Glider offers Danny if he’d like to have a bite to eat with the Rogues Gallery and surprisingly, Danny accepts. The Flash is also invited to eat and chat with The Rogues and sees that the vanishing kid is there too. Very quickly both the Rogues and The Flash grow attached to this kid. Apparently, Danny has the same power equivalent of Superman and lived in a sentient town that was infested with ghosts. Captain Cold offers Danny a place to stay. Danny accepts. Danny, The Rogue’s Gallery, and The Flash meet up on the regular to hang out and watch films. The Rogues and The Flash become like aunts and uncles to Danny during the time Danny spends in Central City. 

On a random afternoon, Danny suddenly can feel his connection to Amity Park again. He can go back to his hometown. Danny leaves to head back home and check on how Amity fared without him and receives small presents and goodbye letters from each Rogue and Speedster that he meets. Danny is excited to finally head back home, but he will miss the new family that he made during his stay. He will visit as much as he can but as much as he wishes to stay in Central City, Amity is calling.

#Danny Phantom #dp x dc #The Flash #The Rogues #Captain Cold #writing prompt #prompt #who am i kidding this is basically the outline of a fic #long post #The Flash comics are so family centered it would make the Fast and the Furious series weep #Amity Park is like Nightvale is one of my favorite concepts ever

[fastcardotmp3]

“Fuck ‘till death do we part,” Steve presses their foreheads together hard enough to feel the wrinkle in between Steve’s brow, “we’re long past that, baby.” 

Eddie laughs a watery, startled sound from deep inside of him, stale around the edges but true in nature just like the rest of it. 

“‘Till afterdeath,” he grins, the slip of tears down his cheeks transferring onto Steve’s when he kisses the corner of his mouth, nuzzling in so, impossibly close.

» sequel fic to METAMORPHOSES  » rated E | 7.9k words | steddie

read 'TILL AFTERDEATH on ao3

#dot fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #kas!eddie #metamorphoses fic #meta fic #a little slice of life for you!!! they talk about marriage as a concept and fuck about it what else would you want mwah #thank you forever to anyone who has ever offered this universe their time i am kissing you on the mouth and also weeping

[isablooo]

I always shit on the later Ace Attorney games (the 3D ones) but I still cannot believe they had the audacity to just stretch pearl's child design into a taller form for teenage pearl rather than actually giving her a new design????

#and they even had concept art with new hairstyles and stuff #but no they hate change #i weep for the state of my favourite game franchise #text post #ace attorney #pearl fey

[definitelynotshouting]

“The universe sings,” Grian said.

He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.

He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.

“Did you know?”

Mumbo can only stare.

“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.

Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.

“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.

Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.

“Can you hear it?”

Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.

He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.

He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.

He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.

It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.

Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.

“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.

Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.

Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.

But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?

Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.

He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.

At the doorframe, he peers back.

Grian lies there, breathing steadily.

Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code

HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......

Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #art for me #<- litcherally cannot remember if i have a specific fic for me tag or not IG I'LL FIND OUT ONCE I HIT POST... #THE IDEA THAT TJE SOUNDTRACK ARE SONGS THE UNIVERSE SINGS TO ITSELF.... IM GOING BUCKWILD #i mean its already canon the universe SINGS but u KNOW my ass is gonna be listening to the full soundtrack #tears in my eyes as i picture grian listening to it..... #i hope its okay to yoink this anon bc im enamoured with the concept truly #gods and the idea that the music discs are specifically fragments of the universe singing that you can ACTUALLY HEAR.... #i like to think that like. making music discs is p much like making custom ones the way theyre doing it #but sometimes. sometimes you find treasure discs #or you fashion it from the remains of a creeper.. and you get a little window into what the Greater Code sounds like #weeping forever and ever that u wrote this for me im saving this in my special little works inspired by hunger au folder rn #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #fic recs #long post #txt

[fitzrove]

I know you're not supposed to (or at the very least it's not obligatory to) combine historical stuff with musical canon because they don't fit together 1-on-1 and aren't supposed to but. i'm getting a kick out of imagining, like, 1992 sopping wet anxious fragile tod-obsessed rudolf also being an incurable womanizer. layers,,,

#weaponised fragility HSHDHGJ maybe he seduces ppl by weeping at them and making doe eyes #it's an interesting concept hehehe

[sparingiscaring]

So I've been thinking about Parabolan reflections for my guys for a bit, and finally narrowed them down! Both Leigh and Emery's reflections incorporate a clear element of non-humanness, due to the connection shared between the two.

Being a less-than-natural person, Emery's reflection is a stitched together toy in the approximation of a human. There's no mistaking him for a person- in motion, he's too exaggerated, and his ability to speak is completely gone, as a result of his mouth only being stitching. His outfit is inspired by some of my own plush toys growing up, as well as some depictions of both clowns and court jesters. You can't take something so fake seriously, after all!

Leigh's reflection passes for human far better, but his fake is unchanging- it is a mask, with painted on freckles and cheeks and teeth, and only darkness and pupils are visible in the hollows of his eyes. A red ribbon takes the place of his Red Science gills, and functions similarly to the classic children's tale, The Girl with the Green Ribbon - if ever untied, his 'head' would fall off, revealing that all he ever was to be clothes, a wig, and a mask, with absolutely nothing beneath. He's mostly inspired by fashion from the late Victorian and early Edwardian - and his smiling mask is shamelessly inspired by one a Parabolan Nightmare once gave him :3

#oc: emery hyde #oc: leigh corbyn #parabolan!emery is thematically Not Real and a Caricature of Life because Emery... kinda is that as is #he's stitched together and mismatching and feels like he can barely pilot himself sometimes #he looks into his reflection and feels pity because. he gets it. hes been there. he was that reflection once #and reflections of reflections only get more distorted #parabolan!leigh is a lie leigh tells himself and others #he's constructed identities. he's masks worn to play a role #and when that role is done it is unceremoniously killed and broken down into nothing only to rise again with a different face #the mask shattered until the pieces reassembled into a slightly different shape and the ribbon is tied again to make it official #anyways yeah- #look at my concepts and weep like i have today #fallen london #my ocs #dame's art

[heyjude19-writing]

HP Rec Fest: Day 28

Today's prompt from @hprecfest: An under-rated fic

Fic: Devil's Snare All the Way Down

Author: @malpal132

Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson

Rating: E

Why I rec this: I need more people to read this fic, because it is an absolutely perfect character study of Pansy. There's gorgeous depth to her here, and all her formative relationships make this fic such a moving read. Come for the panville, stay for pansy's gift for herbology, platonic soulmates pansy/draco, and pomona sprout.

#hprecfest2023 #panville #background dramione #malpal132 #the platonic soulmates concept makes me want to weep its so good

[unknownarmageddon]

cross stood a bit awkwardly, his brow furrowed as he stared at this mess of... things before him.

killer's goofy grin wavered just the slightest, and there was barely visible dip in his arm before he collected himself again.

"tadaa," he repeated, just as cheerful as the first time.

cross glanced at the little box in his hand, and glanced away nervously. "uhm."

killer's left eye scrunched a bit, confusion on his face as he lowered the small wooden box he was trying to give cross, "what's wrong?"

cross was looking everywhere but killer, his eyes focused on a nearby broken window, and he gripped his arm, frowning. he couldn't tell if this was one of killer's skits or not. the way it looked was striking cross oddly, and he didn't quite know what to do.

killer was kneeling, holding up a little box, and their campsite was set up vastly different than normal. it looked like... some kind of set up for something important, but he didn't know which option was the right one, or one he was okay with.

"...what's all this about," cross finally asked, and killer's head tilted, his grin going lopsided, one side ticking downwards at cross's less-than-enthused response.

"i dunno, i thought it'd be a nice surprise?"

"what kind of surprise," cross said back, a bit more sharply than he'd intended. it wasn't that he hated how much it looked like killer was proposing, no, perhaps if it were.. in a different time, he'd be less... averse.

"huh?" killer glanced back at the neat, comfortably made spot he'd set up in the backseat of a car, and then at the box and back at cross before his eyes widened and he started shaking his head, "wait- oh-- wait, no, shit okay-"

he stood up, dropping the box and reaching for cross, who took a half step back, his eyes narrowed, and killer let him go, his fingers curling in the air before he pulled his hand back and clasped them together, pressing his knuckles to his teeth as he hissed quietly, his brow furrowed.

cross crossed his arms, and frowned at the floor, not sure why he was reacting this way to the concept, the implications. killer let his hands fall as he started, "i wasn't-- i know what it looked like, but it wasn't-- i wouldn't. or i? w-would, but-"

killer looked increasingly embarrassed, or stressed?? as he fumbled with his words before finally blurting out, "valentines!"

cross blinked, and echoed, "valentines???"

killer slumped a bit, and groaned quietly, rubbing at his neck with a slightly pained expression, and he leaned down, picking up the little box and cracking it open, presenting it to cross.

rather than a ring, it was a little carving. the stray thought crossed his mind that killer was getting ridiculously good at carving. it was a small cat with an even smaller heart in it's tiny paws, as if it were playing with it.

cross's tense shoulders eased, his expression softening, and he reached forward to run a finger over the little carving, his eyelights trailing upwards to killer's crooked grin.

he looked apologetic, but sincere, hopeful even, and cross sighed as he shook his head, taking the little box and shutting it, setting it in his pocket as he muttered, "you fucking idiot."

killer's expression brightened, and he lit up, "do you like it?"

cross snorted, and pressed into killer's space, nosing his way into the warm space between killer's neck and his messy jacket fur, sighing as he embraced his stupid stupid companion.

"how did you even know if it was valentines or not?"

killer's arms slid around him, returning the hug tightly. cross could feel the chuckle in killer's chest, the echo of relieved joy cast from killer's soul, the organ hovering safely within cross's ribcage.

"i didn't. but, i figured, we should have one still. for, uh. for old timess sake."

cross squeezed him tighter to himself, and hummed. old times sake.

"...were you really that-"

"no."

"if-"

"yes."

killer's hold tightened, and cross could hear the smile on his voice. "where'd you wanna go, for the honeymoon?"

cross snorted and leaned back, knocking his forehead against killer's as he murmured, "i hear the backseat of cars are popular these days."

killer let out a delighted bubble of laughter, cackling and giggling even as cross nosed his way back to the crook of killer's neck to plant an affectionate kiss to his neck.

-p :]

if it were a different time, a different world, it would be someplace in the mountains.

AUGHHHHH????? AUGH??? AUGH. WAILING

#GODDDD #i’m insane actually #another fucking banger like always dude #answering asks #anon asks #proximity anon #apocalyptic kross au #weeping wailing weeping #fucking me up man #i am too tired to be articulate about anything but this slaps insanely hard holy shit #you’re so so good at body language too have i ever said that #augh god #y’know that feeling you get after you watch a really good film for the first time. that’s how i feel every time i read one of these CACKLES #this made me realize too how they have like no concept concept of months passing or holidays wailing #for old times sake…… #the unspoken notion of a proposal and marriage and it not being the right time or place is driving me insane #anyway yeah. jesus. fucking banger man #shaking you #/silly #man. doing something for valentines even when it’s the literal apocalypse is so so killer #he would #wailing it being the back of a car too. wailing

[lukore]

if you believe alecto's last thoughts before she returns to her body, it was the death knell of earth itself (themself?) that gave John his necromantic ability. John (as necromancer) was born from (born as) the internal contradictions of imperialism and one part of that that particularly speaks to me is the techne of governance which subjectifies, interpellates, accounts for (whichever) the human individual as a unit, a cost separated from contingent existence; and I think this dovetail’s @txttletale's post on John’s manipulation of history through the erasure of names.

In order to reach the pinnacle of his power, John had to locate the individual soul as removed from the world, because, as John tells it, the soul of earth drowns out everything else. But see, there's a slight of hand here. If, as John explains to Harrow in Harrow the Ninth, the soul is merely any "sufficiently complex" thalergetic mass, then there isn't necessarily a reason to believe that the human is explicitly separable from the soul of the earth, rather than subsumed as part of the earth’s complexity—contingent to the material existence of life on earth. (This might answer Harrow’s question about where the souls of revenants of earth’s population went: they were part of Alecto just as much as anything else. ) Indeed, in Alecto's absence in post-resurrection, the individual human soul is individuated as such because of Alecto's removal—because of the murder of the earth. John's necromancy allows him to "count the cost," as Harrow once put it. In some sense, then, necromancy's logic is the logic that produces the individuated subject, that sieves the subject into units of (necromantic) value, souls.

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth #as txttletale pointed out: John is literalizing the concept of the Terra nullius #tlt #ntn #ntn spoilers #anyways I am simply having fun in my corner and weeping

[pocketramblr]

Pretty please, an AU where Manual is a descendant of one of the past holders and hiding from AFO.

My most special-ist boyyyy

1- ok so, Second's quirk is the most based in telekinesis and he's got red brown hair with an undercut even, so I think he's a shoe in for the connection here. Plus, I don't think AfO would really care to hunt down like, Banjo's great great great grand kids or whatever, but Second's? Yeah...

Ok so Manual is Second's great grand nephew, the descendant of Second's older sibling, who was also in the freedom fighter group though less for action. Second led on the field, and his sibling led in information gathering- they actually got the Intel that lead to busting into the vault and getting Yoichi out.

2- so... With that reason for Manual to still be firmly in "AfO's 'crush with great prejudice' list", let's say down the line the telekinesis quirks get mixed with his grandma's water quirk on the other side, and Manual figures that his grandpa's stories about the crazy ancient boogyman that hates their family and would kill them all are just that- crazy stories.

Until one day in middle school, and he gets the news that on that side of the family there was a kidnapping, a house fire, and a train crash that took out all those cousins on the same day.

3- Masaki gets sent to the other side of the family to hide, and the thing about this guy is he's smart, and he's kind, and he just wants to help people. So he's going to be a hero, because - well, if AfO finds him, better to be able to fight back, right? And better to have helped other people first if he's gonna get brutally killed, than just hide, right?

His grandma sighs, says she'll sign the papers for the hero school, and they go back to weeding in her garden

4- Manual believes in hiding in audacity. His brightly colored hero costume covers most of his body and his hair, so even if he looks like whatever ancestor pissed off a demon villain au much, his appearance won't give him away. He knows his water quirk won't, and so sticks to that- even though he's perfectly capable of other things like bloodbending, nothing to make his quirk look appealing to someone who can steal it. And he even calls himself the normal hero because surely no one who is actively hiding from afo would do that.

5- the reason Manual keeps showing up in places you don't think he would in Vigs is because he's in involving himself- being nice and networking to be included in as many meetings and case briefings as possible in order to keep an ear out for AfO - and so he can pull back at the first sign of him. As soon as he realizes who's behind the Villain Factory, he pulls out and makes sure he isn't invited to more briefings, and suggests other heroes to Tsukauchi who'd be great to handle it. Tenya accidently making sure Manual wouldn't be involved more in the Hosu investigation of the nomu and league? Manual is so relieved.

That is, until Jakku, but at that point Manual knows there's no avoiding it- and then, what the hell, if AfO is going to finally kill you anyway, the best thing to do is to keep Erasure going against him as long as you possibly can.

#manual when the sky egg started shaking: oh god this better not be because of me. note to self don't go accept party invites again #manual when nomu show up in hosu: they better not be here because of me i invited a kid along this time- where's the kid #manual in jakku‚ weeping tears of joy: it's not because of me! there's other targets of this madman! #yeah uh. being the target of AfO would not do wonders for a not super confident and kinda anxious guy! #but it might be why he's so good at reading people. taught from a young age how anyone could be working for afo.... #hmm #I'll have to think more on this concept #pocket talks to people #ask game #aimportantdragoncollector

[sunshines-bee-farm]

Wan a hug from a caregiver big big hug until i cry out all my tears and they would hold me so so close until i fell asleep and when i woke up they’d make sure i had good, happy baby time too and play pretend with me and make me laugh

#i am weeping over my uk cg i miss him so much so much #i hate the time difference i hate the distance i hate it #i wish someone would baby me rn #holly #agere #age regression #sfw agere #age regressor #did system #sfw age regression #concepts

[sunnibits]

a very simple concept that has just been unraveling me lately: izzy showing affection

ok ok I know that sounds obvious but HEAR ME OUT. I feel like a lot of soft izzy content centers around ‘izzy gets shown affection for the first time’ and that’s amazing, y’all know I live for it,, BUT!! can we please talk more about izzy reaching out to show physical affection on his own?? 🥺

like, it would take a lot of time and a lot of development, but I’m just thinking about all the same little acts of affection that ruin me when they’re directed towards izzy, and reversing them so that he’s directing that affection to other people instead and GODDD. GODDDD!!!!

like yeah somebody giving izzy a kiss on the cheek that’s incredible but what about izzy giving someone else a kiss on the cheek huh??? ever consider that?????? ever imagine him doing that and then immediately blushing and looking away after??? BECAUSE BOY I AM.

I don’t even care what ship it is I just. god. izzy learning how to seek affection!! izzy gaining the confidence to touch people and kiss them and reach out when he always stopped himself before!!! touch starved izzy works both ways guys!!!! it’s not just about wanting to be touched, it’s about wanting to touch people back too!!!!!!!!

like… izzy interrupting stede while he’s rambling about something by pulling him in by the collar and planting hard, dizzying kiss on him that leaves stede blinking like an idiot as he watches izzy walk away - because regardless of whatever excuse izzy mutters about ‘shutting him up’, it’s still the first time that izzy’s ever initiated a kiss with him. AND THEN AND THEN!!!!! some time later, after even more progress, the first time izzy leans in to kiss stede gently. to press a soft, chaste kiss to his lips without any excuse or pretense other than the fact that he wanted to.

one concept that is especially breaking me is the idea of like, in a steddyhands scenario where it’s the first time ed and izzy are intimate together - (at least, the first time in years and years) - and izzy is just so completely overwhelmed by the idea that he can touch ed. he can’t even comprehend it - even after he’s given explicit permission, his hands are just trembling, barely even grazing over ed’s skin because he’s wanted this so fucking long and he’s so scared to fuck it up or hurt him or get rejected again and he’s just so incredibly reverent and tearing up because he can’t fucking believe he’s allowed to have this. he’s wanted to touch him gently for so long. he really did. he just never thought he could. but now he gets to run his fingers over soft skin and through his silvery hair and he still isn’t sure if he’s dreaming or not.

AND ANOTHER FUCKING THOUGHT. what if. oh. god. give me a minute. what if izzy is still at the stage where he’s not ready to reciprocate affection in his relationships yet, but he’s yearning to do it so badly, so the only time he even dares to touch his lover is when they’re asleep. I swear I don’t mean like in a sexual creepy way I’m just thinking like… imagine izzy falls into bed with lucius at some point and yknow, it’s still not really more than a sex thing, but at the very least lucius has finally convinced him to stay the night and izzy… izzy…… izzy is awake while lucius is sleeping, and watching him silently, the way his chest rises and falls, and shit, his hair just looks so soft… so he reaches out to run his hand over lucius’ hair, ever so lightly so as not to wake him up…… (bonus points if lucius is secretly awake and immediately has a moment of ‘oh god I’m so fucked’ because if he wasn’t down bad for this man before he certainly is now!!)

just. izzy touching people. izzy being allowed to touch people. izzy trying so hard to learn how to be gentle because all he ever knew was how to hurt people. izzy holding his partner like they’re made of glass and if he touches them even slightly he’ll shatter them with all his stained, jagged edges. izzy surprising people with his tenderness. izzy finally showing someone all the love and romantic sappy bullshit that he’s kept locked up deep inside himself for years and years. izzy being a fucking adorable sweetheart. izzy!!!!!!!!!!

#CAN YOU TELL IM INSANE #this concept hit me in the chest like a fucking canon the other day and I’m still recovering #izzy hands #ofmd #sobs and cries and sobs and cries and weeps and wails

[pyrusinc]

The figure that trudged through the Parisian night was unknowable under her disguise, but the determination and steel in her voice was a balm to the few nervous citizens who encountered her. As they watched familiar spots disappear into the gloom, they took solace in the fact that miraculous or no, Ladybug would never give up on them.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #ladybug #Packrats AU #im still kind of insane about this concept months later. i. bossbug my beloved #ladybug almost kicks MORE ass without a miraculous ngl. theres no way she was going to sit around and do nothing #and yes i know she looks like carmen sandiego weeping #my art

[strwcptn]

me @ namis out there. give me my musical romance lu/na dream AU

#&& ooc post. #im weeping for it #we can plot more of it out i just….i really liked the concept of my dream #&& mobile post.

[wulfhalls]

https://twitter.com/swaying_daisies/status/1640098003632414720?cxt=HHwWgICz9bqc5sItAAAA GIRL

HEY NOW. EVERY OTHER DAY UTTERLY LIFE ALTERING IMAGES DROP AND IM JUST. WHAT. SUPPOSED TO GO ON LIKE IM NOT FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGED

#im normal im normal im normal #(lie) #daisybilly #daisy jones and the six #djats #asks #concept: billy looking thru old pics ca 5 years post break up when he comes across this and he just has to go into a corner and weep #lmaooooo losing it fr

[altschmerzes]

ITS A FUCKING BARN RAISING BITCHES. THEY PULLED A FUCKING BARN RAISING FOR SAM. IM GONNA SOB.

#gav gab #ted lasso spoilers #WEEPING WAILING RENDING MY CLOTHES #gav watches ted lasso #GOT ME RIGHT WHERE I LIVE #NOT ONLY DID I WRITE A WHOLE FIC ABOUT THIS CONCEPT #THAT IM NOW STRONGLY CONSIDERING A SPIRITUAL SEQUEL TO #ITS ALSO JUST A CONCEPT THAT WILL ONE SHOT KILL ME EVERY TIME