#Idk how to tag that

[swamp-teeth]

they're so proud of themselves

#art #one piece #onepiece #roronoa zoro #zoro #luffy #monkey d. luffy #zolu #zoro x luffy #barbie and ken meme #?? #idk how to tag that #its blowing up on twitter so why not post it here too

[annoyedlord]

Is there a name for a sexuality where you just copy your partner’s sex drive?

Like you’re with an ace person who’s not sex positive, your sex drive is non existant, you’re with someone who have a high sex drive and then so is yours?

I’ve been struggling to find something, if there’s a label I’d love to know, because with lack of information I tend to call it being Copysexual because I just copy my partner’s sex drive dkshsbsks

#lgbt #lgbtqia #ace #idk how to tag that

[inverted-typo]

Sup man

2 Request:, setting is after the clarks adopted raven. and Jon is ravens older brother

Raven notices Jon was sad and crying(if ur comfortable drawing that) and hugs him to make him feel better

2nd request Raven gives jon puppy eyes for hugs

SUP MAN! Thanks for this great request~

Ok so I’ve seen this AU floating around where Raven is adopted by the Kents and I think it’s not talked about enough! So here’s my interpretation of what their sibling-ship could be like.

#my art #art #drawing #illustration #dc comics #teen titans #Jonathan kent #raven #super raven #idk how to tag that #but fuck #I love this idea #also can you tell when I got tired of drawing the Superman logo #Superman

[hisuianwilds]

throwback to when I coloured jjk panels and never talked about it / ogs under the cut

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #shoko ieiri #utahime iori #idk how to tag that #coloured panel #??? #panel coloring #fanart #?? #yeah idk #Ill take a nap now

[whump-in-the-closet]

The Merry Whump of May

@themerrywhumpofmay

May 16th- “Take a Break.”

[Branding Iron | Cemetery | Moonlight]

***

(tw: branding, death threat, implied past torture, magical whump, a guy gets speared with ice)

Villain had given up on finding their Sidekick.

It had been two months. Two long, dragging, horrible months. Nothing.

Villain hoped Sidekick had decided to change their identity and beat it to another country. They hoped they had faked their death and were living somewhere far, far away. Hey, maybe there were even happy.

Maybe they had learned to smile again. Sidekick had stopped smiling years ago.

Maybe Sidekick had followed the call of the void. The l'appel du vide. To simply disappear. Vanish. Never to be seen again.

Villain walked with their head down and hands shoved deep in their pockets. Because their gloves were ripped and did little to keep out the cold.

They had been feeling the l'appel du vide recently. Maye they would take a vacation. Buy a car and drive and drive and drive until they reached dirt roads. Then they would keep driving until the roads disappeared entirely, taking them with it.

But not today. Today was Monday and their shift was almost done. They really should buy some new gloves. Their fingers were going to be numb by the time they got home.

They passed by a cemetery without noticing it-- memorial stones crooked and gaping like teeth in the moonlight.

Villain walked by it. Stopped. Walked backwards, hair lifting on the back of their arms.

The shadows behind the stones had shifted. A new light had appeared– the raw red of an open flame. In contrast to the watery moonlight and its cool touch, the fire seemed bright and garish. Wrong. 

Villain didn't always think things through. They couldn't afford the time. They either acted, or they didn't.

They acted. They were over the gate in a heartbeat. Crouching low over the ground, Villain was hit with the smell of upturned dirt and rot. It brought to mind images of creeping worms and decaying skin.

Lovely. What joy.

Using the shadows and the towering stone memorials for cover, Villain crawled closer to the fire. 

The darkness had distorted into four separate people around the pit. Three stood together, while the fourth stood over the pit, hands clasped behind him.

As Villain's eyes adapted to the firelight, they were able to make out that the group of three people was in fact two people holding someone between them.

The third figure had his hands tied behind his back and wild hair in his eyes.

The world tilted. Shit.

In the flickering shadows, Villain could see the terror whip across the prisoner's face. It rose and fell as he tried to mask it. A trickle of blood dripped from his nose where he could not wipe it away. Every so often, he’d desperately try to lick it off. 

The defiance? Unmistakable. The fear? That was new.

Sidekick, apparently, had not escaped to another city.

The temperature dropped several degrees around Villain. A deep cold filled them. Not anger. Not horror. Just...empty. And so, so cold.

“--I told you to give it up,” said the man by the firepit in a voice barely louder than the snapping flames. “Did you listen? No. You had to keep on trying to escape, again and again and again.” 

Villain hissed through clenched teeth. They did not like where this was headed. Not in the slightest. They had lost feeling in their hands and now the cold spread up their arms.

L'appel du vide.

Though they were a good distance away from the fire, they could feel it on their face— blistering and painful. 

“There is no escape from us.” The man slipped on a pair of gloves and reached for a metal rod that had been resting in the firepit. 

Muscles curled like wires inside Villain as they watched. 

The rod was a branding iron. White-hot at the tip, curling to red. The pattern at the end was the insignia of the Agency.

The cold increased around Villain, breath freezing on their lips.

Sidekick struggled, biting and snarling, as the man approached, branding iron held like it was some lofty and sacred tool of higher purpose and not an instrument of torture. 

“Please–” Sidekick's voice was nothing but a shattered whisper, hoarse from screaming. “Don’t– don’t do this.” 

The man didn’t respond, merely nodding to his companions to rip the prisoner's shirt off. Which they did, with ruthless efficiency. 

Enough. 

Something inside Villain snapped. They stood, shadows falling off their skin like a discarded cloak to pool at their feet. The cold pooled out with the shadows. Unstoppable.

“Touch my Sidekick and I'll kill you." I will enjoy staring down at your lifeless corpse.

The man dismissed Villain with a laugh. "Stand down. This is official Agency business." The brand hovered only a moment–curling red over dark skin– before beginning its plunge. 

"And that is my sidekick."

The cold erupted into splintering ice, spearing the man through his hand. Blue ice completely swallowed the two companions who’d held Sidekick.

In the flashing light, Villain caught sight of blood and splintering-white bone in the darkness. A scream.

The branding iron fell to the ground and burned the grass. 

Sidekick lay gasping on the ground, eyes locked on the iron. It was a bit too close for comfort.

Villain did not stop with spearing the man. They sent another jagged edge of ice through him. And another. And yet another. Until all four limbs were transfixed to the ground with icicles.

If Villain hadn't been so empty, they would have laughed at the comedic value of it all.

They walked past the firepit and past the now-unconscious man. They crouched down in the rotting dirt by Sidekick, knocking away the branding iron. 

“Hey.” 

Wild eyes. Deer-in-headlights eyes.

“It's me.” They drew a knife and he flinched back. “Oh. Sorry. It’s for the ropes.” 

The only answer was shaky breathing. Villain carefully cut away the ropes and Sidekick jerked his hands away, rubbing his blistered wrists. 

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Sidekick lunged forward, almost knocking Villain backwards. He hugged Villain. It took a minute for Villain to realise that Sidekick was crying.

The cold dissolved inside Villain. The void retreated into aching silence. They sheathed the knife and wrapped their arms around Sidekick in a hug.

Shaking sobs.

Villain was also crying.

"Missed you," managed Villain.

"They-- they said you weren't coming."

Villain exhaled sharply. They didn't answer at first. Then: "C'mon. Let's get you home. You're going to be taking a long break. In fact, let's call it a vacation."

Villain stood and half-supporting Sidekick, left the burning light of the cemetery behind and walked in the moonlight. 

#themerrywhumpofmay #mwmday16 #cw branding #cw death threat #cw past torture #cw magical whump #cw spearing with ice #idk how to tag that #but the guy doesn’t die #whump writing #whump drabble #villain whump #sidekick whumpee #villain and sidekick

[docmplex]

someone draw this as etho or i will

#ethoslab #hermitblr #trafficblr #kys joke #idk how to tag that

[cryptidsandchamomile]

Guess who is once again completely convinced they are faking all their symptoms and is just pretending to be mentally unwell to get attention

#i cant remember my last hallucinations so of course that means they're all fake #is this a delusion or????? #idfk #schizoaffective #actually schizoaffective #schizophrenia #psychosis #schizoaffective disorder #ptsd #tw faking #faking mention #idk how to tag that

[machathecat]

Mecha practice :p

#idk how to tag that #Art #art practice #Mecha

[saytr]

Contains more mature (T rated)

Since Marinette practice with Chat, they hung out more, talking about their failed love live. At the age of 19 marinette thinks if she may dress like her crush/secret love colleagues, she may seem like a love option to him.

Chat noir, already loving her, gets a little bit frustrated.

#marichat #t rated #idk how to tag that #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #love square #doodle

[kajaono]

My favorite trope is a sisterhood, exclusively women, adopt one random super basic dude. It is never explained why they adopted him and you are also not allowed to ask why he is part of the group. He is just there

#tropes #women #idk how to tag that #mfmmm

[slashmagpie]

Ren isn’t losing his grip.

Oh, he’s heard the whispers, the hushed voices that fall silent as he passes them in the shopping district. Seen the looks people send him, the glances they exchange when he speaks. He’s even borne witness to the Soup Group’s treasonous shenanigans! He knows what his people think about him: that he is weak. That he isn’t fit to rule. That the power has gone to his head.

They’re wrong, though. Ren is the only one fit to rule. Sir Bdubs had told him himself! Ren is the only one with the initiative, the drive, the vision needed to guide the server. So let people think what they will—Ren is King, and King he will remain.

He isn’t losing his grip.

He sits in his royal vault, legs overhanging the edge of one of the pillars, water bubbling below him. He can still hear the distant thudding of a warden’s heart, thump, thump, in time with his own. His tiny crown weighs heavy—does not weigh—upon his head. He’s surrounded by his riches. This, right here, is the centre of his power, the place he feels most at home. Here, in his vault, he is free from the stares and the whispers and the insidious doubt. Here he can live his truth.

And the truth is—

(Bdubs had made the whole king thing seem like a good idea at first, convinced Ren as much as he’d convinced the other hermits, but with every passing day Ren sees scorn and anger in the eyes of his friends and he wonders if he’s making the right choices—)

(He’s out of diamonds and he knows it’s only a matter of time before the hermits mutiny because the economy is the only sacred thing in this world and if he’s recklessly spent all of their hard-earned diamonds on a castle and a court and a fancy statue they will not stand for it—)

(People are already fighting to take him down, the Soup Group and Grian and Doc and probably others, too, and Ren can’t trust anyone, can barely trust his own court, needs to watch his back always—)

(There’s a robot from outer space that wants him to save the world and Ren has been ignoring her voice in his head because he’s got bigger things to deal with but it weighs on him, the weight of the world, and he thought that after last season the stakes would be lower but he doesn’t feel any less stressed—)

(Ren has spent most of his day baking pies and he doesn’t even know why at this point, what’s the point of all of this, what is his end goal—)

—that Ren is the best king this server could ask for, and anyone would be ridiculous to doubt him.

He runs his fingers through Impulse’s hair. The severed head sits upon his knee, dead eyes staring blankly into space, mouth slightly agape and neck stained with dried blood. Maybe it’s morbid, a little macabre, to carry around his enemy’s head, but Ren finds it comforting. When the whispers and the glances get a little too much, he just strokes his hand across Impulse’s skull and finds himself relaxed. If it were anything else, any other comfort, he’d find himself reticent to do it lest he be seen, but, well—it’s a severed head. If anything, the gruesome sight should be a warning to his enemies not to try their luck.

It’s cold in the vault. He shivers, his knee jerking just slightly, and then has to fumble to avoid dropping Impulse’s (important, soothing, precious) skull into the water below. His fist closes around braided hair and he sits like that for a moment, leaned over the water, head dangling from his hand. His fingers hurt, knuckles almost white from how hard he’s holding on.

Ren is not losing his grip. Not on his kingdom, not on his sanity, not on Impulse’s severed head. No, he’s going to hold on with all that he has, and try his best to ignore the glances and the whispers that question: what’s going to be left at the end of it?

#magpie feather quill #welcome back to magpie's weird tumblr ficlets. this time: what the fuck is wrong with ren #hermitcraft #fanfiction #rendog #severed head tw #?? #idk how to tag that

[pupbeat]

something ive been rotating in my brain i hope ill at least start at some point

[Image Description: A black and white digital sketch page of two original character concepts. Both are in cold weather gear. One character is a skinnier girl with long black hair and blunt bangs, drawn several times being timid or otherwise freaked out. She is labelled "EVE". The other character is a bulkier girl most notably with snow goggles over her eyes. and a fluffy hood pulled up around her head. She is depicted as stoic. End ID.]

#ocs #injury tw #idk how to tag that #my art #original characters #original #eve #described #ms no name #is what ill call other lady for now

[indigosabyss]

So like Gwen would be like the show ‘Community’ really. They started crazy, it wasn’t proving profitable, they were asked to tone it down Season 3, and so toned it up, cancellation be damned, with each season after it produced as if they weren’t coming back, because every year they thought ‘this is it’, and even when they were finally cancelled on losing Donald Glover they still managed to stick to their ‘six seasons and a movie’ mantra because a streaming service decided to pick them up (Yahoo), that streaming device crashed and burned, then a second streaming service then got the rights to air the series outside America over the pandemic (Netflix), leading a third streaming service to finally order the movie to finish it all off (Peacock), giving them the money to get Glover back, and shooting this year.

See, it's a good allegory. I do in fact like the idea of Gwen going from crazy-bc-shes-excited-to-be-here then toning it down, and then thinking, fuck it, I'm going to get canceled anyway let's do what I want consequences be damned.

But unlike Community, there's no "other streaming service" to pick her up. If editorial wants her out, she's out. It's up to the fans to prove that she's worth it.

#gwen poole #gwenpool #community show #idk how to tag that

[indirecticn]

[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret

there is light that pours acid yellow and burning orange through the windows. it clashes with the dark, dark, dark in the sunken cheeks, the arms thin as sapling branches.

she looks like rot setting in to a fallen fruit.

he holds his breath. the room is so quiet and so still.

and even though her mouth is chapped, skin dry from the side affects of the poison they give her as a false hope to kill the other born of her own body, yes even though...

even though he might be stealing one of her very last breaths, loki leans in and takes it, selfishly, quick as a wink, and then he is gone.

and jane is alone.

and jane is so, so alone.

what did he ever know about loneliness, he thinks. what a fucking fool.

#dr foster #uhh mild tw #for implied illness #idk how to tag that #drabble #good fucking bye

[lesblizzard-ultradyke]

things from my sketchbook because scanner app I used to scan some docs did a good job with drawings and I am ignoring my homework which I could've done already if I actually started it two hours ago.

#art #idk how to tag that

[lucifer-nanezgani]

yo fellow autistic/adhd people do y’all also ever get too overstimulated to the point where you can’t eat bc the sensation is too overwhelming?

if you also get this how do you deal with that bc i would like to be able to eat properly at work and not get more overstimulated in the afternoon bc i didn’t get sustenance

#Nneoh talks #advice #autism #adhd #neurodivergent #sensory overload #tw: weird eating habits #idk how to tag that