#fatals flair

[fatalgraft]

#friday night funkin #friday night funkin fanart #friday night funkin boyfriend #friday night funkin girlfriend #friday night funkin bf #friday night funkin gf #fnf #fnf gf #fnf bf #fnf art #fnf fanart #gf fnf #bf fnf #girlfriend fnf #boyfriend fnf #fnf boyfriend #fnf girlfriend #fatals flair

[camcorderrevival]

i KNOW the femme fatale is a misogynistic trope but some of them are SO fun and interesting and i love them very much 

#this is about kathie moffat <3 modern femme fatales do not have the same flair

[ddejavvu]

Could you do something for cat animangus reader x Sirius where they're older like order of the phenix older during winter time and Molly makes a comment to Sirius about him having a sweet cat and when he turns to corner he finds reader cuddled up to Remus again do to his body heat and Sirius just reacts to a "really this again?"

Things between Molly and Sirius are still frosty, but the same stuff that chills between them glazes over the windows, and the winter air serves as a healing balm while everyone huddles around the fire for warmth.

The heating systems in Grimmauld Place are functional, but ancient, and it's much easier to stay by a roaring fire than to huddle by the floor vent on one of the upper levels. Sirius has insisted, as the owner of the house and as the man unwillingly cooped up inside of it for years, that he will make the cocoa, because if he goes any longer without making himself useful he will begin yearning to touch the fatally cursed objects his mother hoarded before her demise.

Molly relents, if only to keep his callused hands away from a music box that will kill him if the tune reaches his ears.

"Oh, that's lovely," The woman coos, peering at your feline form curled up on Remus's lap in front of the fire, "Remus, I didn't know you had a cat. I thought the only one we had was Hermione's, but he's orange."

"She's not mine," Remus hums, though he drags a palm flat over your head, letting you butt into it to your own liking, "She's Sirius's."

Molly's brows scrunch; surely Remus doesn't mean the dog man that stands eerily alert at the back door whenever he hears the pitter patter of little paws on the back fence-? But when the aforementioned animagus comes into the room with a tray of cocoa, she confirms Remus's words straight from the source.

"Sirius, your cat is lovely." She muses experimentally, watching the way the man's eye twitches slightly.

"Oh? And where is the little devil-?" Sirius peers around the room, and when his gaze lands on you lounging on Remus's legs, he shoves the tea tray haphazardly onto a side table with a scoff. It makes a cacophony of sounds; most of them unpleasant as glass-on-glass tends to be, "Oh, you're joking."

"Sirius, it's warm here," Remus attempts to calm the man, but it's no use as he steals a mug of cocoa and makes a break for the staircase. You're glad to see that prison never took his flair for dramatics, but he's being a tad ridiculous. Remus keeps explaining, "You're welcome to take her if you want to sit by the fire! She's just getting warm!"

"Keep her! Keep her," Sirius calls from the ledge of the second floor, "And Moony, why don't you just take the deed to the house, too! And my things, you can steal the clothes right off of my back next time."

With a huff and a flourish that are aided by his chin-length curls, Sirius turns to beeline for his room, and the slam of a door that rattles the paintings on the wall is your confirmation that your husband will be sulking until you pad upstairs and settle on his chest.

"Well, that was fun while it lasted." Remus drawls, scooping a hand beneath your belly and hoisting you out of his lap. He sets you on your feet, and you mourn the loss of the fire's warmth.

"Go humor him, love," Remus nudges you towards the stairs, and Molly watches bewildered as you begin your ascent.

"We've been having this fight for over a decade," Remus muses, sipping at his cocoa and skillfully avoiding a whipped cream mustache, "When your children aren't eavesdropping with that extendable ear, I'll tell you about the time he found her curled up in my bed instead of his."

#sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one-shot #sirius black one shot #sirius black headcanon #sirius black headcanons #sirius black hc #sirius black hcs #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black dialogue #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader fanfiction

[h4venpha]

hi!! can you write up some uncanny vash headcanons for when the reader is injured or something? might just be a little papercut or something small and i think an uncanny vash would react interestingly to it :3

𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𓂃 ⟡

uncanny vash x reader

cw: a little angst, small papercut, blood, bullet wound, digging and pulling said bullet out of flesh

a/n: the way you can so clearly tell which one i enjoyed writing more LOL im still on hiatus ok this is me responding to a request i got three months ago. also this shit isnt even hcs anymore mb its basically a drabble esp the second one

ignore mistakes no way in hell am i proofreading

reacting to a paper cut:

- uncanny vash is dead asleep when you accidentally give yourself a paper cut. he’s softly purring and rumbling one minute and the next he’s at your side looking over your shoulder.

- it didn’t hurt; it was a small cut, a thin sliver of red across your skin. vash is squinting down over it, obviously seeding blood with his semi-glowing eyes, yet you don't seem to be in pain..?

- “…hurt?” he chirps and tilts his head in confusion as he looks at you with big, questioning eyes. he crawls up on the back of your chair, somehow not toppling it over with his weight.

- “uh— a little?” you chuckle softly, about to return to typing when his wing appendages wrap around your wrists, pulling you away from the desk and closer to his face.

- uncanny vash’s abnormally long fingers swipe gently over the cut. he makes a squeaking sound when he pulls away and finds a slight red smear on his fingers

- what surprises you most is when he leans closer and licks it. soft lips brush your hand as his pink, barbed tongue darts out and tastes.

- he continues to softly pamper, feathers flicking affectionately at your neck and your sides as he purrs and licks across your skin

- you settle for typing with one hand

reacting to a bullet wound:

- despite his large, intimidating form, during shootouts uncanny vash still tries to minimize all wounds for all parties

- its easy for him to cover you, circling around you as his long appendages curl around you like a glowing cave, deflecting the flying bullets in his feathers with ease as he bares his unhinged jaw at the gunmen.

- suddenly his wing flairs out, stretching and crackling before knocking back a man with a knife, assuring the knife left his hand before turning back towards you. in the split second that his wing isn’t around you, a bullet lodges itself in the place in your flesh. it comes sharp and fast, too fast for you to register until your side begins to sear with pain, blood soaking through your shirt.

- uncanny vash’s head turns with horror, wide eyes searching for the scent of blood. it wasn’t fatal, you would live to see tomorrow. but the shaky, scared huffs leaving your lips and the tremble that runs through your body is enough for him to swoop your up in his arms and skitter away, leaving a cloud of dust and a blur of red in his wake.

—

- “—orry, s- sorry, sorry,” vash chitters softly as he kneels in a secluded alleyway before laying you down gently onto the ground. he curls himself over you, back hunched as his panicked breaths leave his mouth.

- he moves your shirt to the side and you wince sharply as his fingers begin digging into your wound, feeling for the bullet. he can hear your shaking gasps and groans of pain, but he wills his tears away, knowing theres nothing more important than getting the bullet out. a string of apologies continues to rapidly fire out as his shaky fingers gently pry it out.

- your blood is all over his hands, dripping down and soaking into your shirt and onto the dusty ground.

- a jumble of whines and purrs emit from his throat as he applies pressure to your wound.

- “it’s okay,” you rasp out and cup his face in your hands. it hurts like hell but you know he’s got you.

- uncanny vash chitters softly and shakes his head. ‘no, no it’s not okay—please just hold on’ he grip on your shaking body tightens before he swiftly wraps his feathers around you and brings you back home where he can properly tend to your injuries.

#h4venpha #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun 1998 #trigun 2023 #trigun vash #vash x reader #vash x you #vash x y/n #vash fluff #vash angst

[beanghostprincess]

Trans fem buggy anon back at it again with the brainrot

Crocodile going Full Mafia Boss Husband is so near and dear to me, but like. That makes Buggy the Mafia Boss Wife.

And I dunno smth about the clichés about that is so wild to me bc I feel like she'd fit that bill so well and yet so very NOT at the same time.

There is One Woman Crocodile Listens To, and it's his wife. He sometimes listens to Mihawk as well, but for different reasons. Mihawk ALSO listens to Buggy for the same reasons as Croc. It's not that Buggy is conventionally powerful, it's a mix of Happy Wife, Happy Life, and Buggy somehow slotting so well into the fold and running the backdrop with both efficiency, flair, and endearing fuck ups.

Buggy absolutely endears herself to many of Croc's business associates, charming them out the ass, and they think this mouthy little clown is a bit of a ditz and doesn't Get It, so they talk more freely around her. None of them catch that little glint in her eye as she listens attentively, making notes to ferry back to Crocodile and Mihawk both. Oh? You have big plans in the future? A loan, you say? Oh well golly, yes, I've been there before, teehee, tell me more, mister~

She has more dirt on the underbelly organizations than most can fathom, all locked up nice and neat in a code written lovingly in her fluffy heart shaped neon blue and green notebook.

She plays the role of eye candy well, and she likens it to playing on stage.

Behind the scenes, she's mouthy, bold, sharp, and useful, learning the tells and systems, realigning her general management with this new information, much to her husbands' surprise. Crocodile absolutely spoils her and Mihawk both rotten, but it's a mutual affair.

Buggy just having these wildly powerful men wrapped around her finger.

((And her fans/underlingsbare just gobbling it up bc THAT'S THEIR CAPTAIN, yeah captain Buggy is a QUEEN and she is SO GOOD AT THIS WOOOOO-))

MEANWHILE

The world government: she's a clown. Wait she was Roger's? Okay. Alright. A threat. We can mitigate this. A warlord - shit. Fuck the warlord system is going down. Oh God. Okay. Uhhh. We'll just drop a bounty. Yeah. That's good - Oh. Oh my God. Holy fuck did she just recruit MIHAWK and CROCODILE?? Okay. Emperor, then. It's fine. This is fine - THEY'RE MARRIED?!?!? WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

The whole mafia concept with Cross Guild just fits so well. I mean, you've seen Crocodile already, he was literally made for that scenery. Crocodile and Mihawk may handle the money and men, but Buggy as a "trophy wife who looks dumb but actually knows what's going on all the time and keeps pulling the strings" is just amazing. Crocodile listens to two people only and he trusts them with his life. Buggy might seem like only a sexy bimbo clown but she actually could murder somebody violently on the spot and both Crocodile and Mihawk would stare at her with pride and then buy her all the things she wants. She's actually extremely strategic and intelligent and she's pretty much the one who makes all the plans since she knows the most about everybody they need to take advantage of.

And it's not even the dynamic which, I mean, it's pretty obviously a mafia dynamic but-- The whole aesthetic too? These three are just constantly giving "mafia boss x femme fatale wife x mysterious murderous husband". Crocodile sitting at his desk, Mihawk by his side and Buggy sitting on his lap? The image won't leave my head. It's just so, so good for them.

Not to mention that the Marines are all extremely frightened of this trio and Buggy's history and won't even dare to come close to them because they don't even know how the hell this relationship happened. And it's concerning and scary and they might end up dead if they approach them.

But yeah, this whole thing lives in my mind rent-free all the time and this is exactly how I imagine them. Cross Guild is just a mafia and Buggy always gets what she wants because she gets the job done and both Crocodile and Mihawk genuinely love her to death. Like literally. Don't touch her. You'll die.

#fem buggy my beloved she's a failgirl but also femme fatale to me #she keeps murdering and manipulating people and then she has breakdowns and meltdowns in the comfort of their private room #girl is so mentally ill to me okay i adore her #also crocodile and mihawk genuinely falling in love with her and protecting her with their life despite saying they hated her is... amazing #one piece #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #fem buggy #transfem buggy #cross guild

[cosmerelists]

What Autocorrect Does to Cosmere Character Names

@cosmereplay suggested this list about how characters' names autocorrect in my phone--a great idea! However...I write so many lists on my phone that my phone has learned pretty much everyone's name. If I legitimately mistype "Kaladin," the phone will just correct it to "Kaladin." It knows.

So instead...I went into my phone messaging app and looked at what was suggested as I typed the character's name. I also hopped into Microsoft and looked at their suggested spelling corrections. This did produce some...interesting results. 

So here are my phone/computer suggestions for Cosmere names!

1. Kaladin

Phone suggestion: malady

Computer suggestion: paladin

This is so real. Kaladin feels that he himself is a malady while everyone else sees him as a (sometimes literal) knight in shining armor. 

2. Zellion

Phone suggestion: zero

Computer suggestion: zillion 

Ah yes. The age-old question. Is Zellion nothing...or is he everything? Zellion asks himself this question daily.

3. Shallan

Phone suggestion: shall and

Computer suggestion: shall an

If there is one thing both devices know for sure, it's that "Shallan" isn't a word. It's two words. And is there any better representation of Shallan, she who sees herself as multiple people in one? 

4. Leshwi

Phone suggestion: lesbian

Computer suggestion: lechwe

My phone believes Leshwi to be a lesbian. My computer believes her to be the noble antelope, galloping over the plains of Africa (apparently that is what a "lechwe" is). I'm not sure I totally buy either of those headcanons, but I can appreciate them both.

5. Adolin 

Phone suggestion: advil

Computer suggestions: adjoin, adoring, or addling

Yes, yes, I can see it. Adolin truly is a type of pain relief. He brings people together. He adores his wife and his friends. And I guess he...is confusing sometimes? 

6. Dalinar

Phone suggestion: Salina

Computer suggestion: decliner

My phone is trying to find a lovely name for if Dalinar turns out to be trans, while my computer is like "Man he says no to everything." 

7. Navani

Phone suggestion: navigate, java

Computer suggestion: nagana

Once again, my phone takes the positive track: Navani is an explorer! A computer programmer! Maybe the embodiment of coffee! My computer, meanwhile, has identified her as (looks up word)...some sort of parasitic disease that infects animals? Who wrote this? Moash?

8. Renarin

Phone suggestion: Renaissance, remarkable

Computer suggestion: remain

Okay, I'm noticing a definite pattern here. My phone (correctly) sees Renarin as a remarkable Renaissance man! My computer is like, "Well, he sure is there." 

9. Raboniel 

Phone suggestion: rabies

Computer suggestion: baronial

The positivity/negativity polarity has switched! Now my phone thinks Raboniel is a disease with a 100% fatality rate whereas my computer believes her to be "grand, impressive, opulent."

I think Navani would be like, "Both fit."

10. Rlain 

Phone suggestion: flair, email

Computer suggestion: rain

Okay...I think these all sort of work. Rlain definitely has flair. He is the bridger of minds, just like, uh, email? And singers do go into storms to transform, so rain is a fair association too. 

11. Hesina

Phone suggestion: Jedi; hesitate; he's in; he's insane; he's inside

I don't think I even need to go to the computer for this one. It's already a, uh, lovely (?) poem. Well, less lovely and more terrifying...who is the "he" who is terrorizing Hesina?? Luckily, she's a Jedi, so she'll definitely be able to handle it.

12. Vivenna

Phone suggestion: video, vice

Computer suggestion: Vienna

I feel that Vivenna herself would be unhappy with these suggestions. She does not see herself as a person of vice nor is she a big city person. And I feel like original flavor Vivenna wouldn't be a huge fan of videos either. 

13. Zahel

Phone suggestion: Zach

Computer suggestion: hazel

Something about Zahel autocorrecting to Zach cracks me up. "Yup, that's just ol' Zach over there. Zach with his sword. Ardent Zach." 

I'm pretty neutral on "hazel." It has a "z" I guess.

14. Susebron 

Phone suggestion: dude, dude right, dude rocks

Once again, no computer is needed here. The phone has already produced such a lovely poem. And unlike the Hesina one, it's not a horror show! It's like someone is commenting on Susebron himself. "Dude! Dude, right? Dude rocks!"

15. Steris

Phone suggestion: stern, sterile, sterilization

Computer suggestion: steric

I mean...yeah. Steris can be stern. She can seem sterile. She would definitely be a fan of sterilization of, like, equipment after experiments. "Steric" apparently means "relating to the arrangement of atoms" which, uh, sure?

16. Kelsier

Phone suggestion: keep, keeping

Computer suggestion: Kelsie

My phone seems Kelsier as a survivor--someone who keeps on keeping on!

My computer is now the one headcanoning a character as trans.

15. Sadeas

Phone suggestion: safe, safety

Computer suggestion: sides, saddens

I think that, uh, Adolin would have some words to say about my phone's suggestions here. Sadeas as "safe safety"??

But Dalinar might agree with the computer. Sadeas did pick sides. It was indeed sad.

18. Moash 

Phone suggestion: Moana

Computer suggestion: mash, mosh, moat

Yes, yes, the computer is definitely on to something here (he smashes, he's in a pit, he makes himself an island...)

But can we appreciate that my phone just thinks he's a Disney princess? Tumblr's with you, phone.

#cosmere #cosmerelists #thank you for the list idea cosmereplay! #Kaladin #Zellion #Shallan #Adolin #Dalinar #Sadeas #Steris #Vivenna #Susebron #Hesina #Moash #Navani #Raboniel #Leshwi #Renarin #Rlain #Vasher #Kelsier

[tmntxthings]

一∑ Collection of Lies・゜・。

author’s note: it’s high time for something slightly fluffy, not all the way, but kinda sorta, at least not dead on heart-stomping angst right??? RIGHT???

warnings: crack, cursing, gaslighting, manipulation, slight angst, sprinkle of fluff, attempt at dry humor, unedited

word association: compulsive liars, denial, heartbreak, telephone-game, sarcasm, dramatic flair

song: “ 50 Ways to Die by Train ”

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When you thought the next couple of weeks were going to be rough. You didn’t think people were going to call you worried about fatal accidents. Not once did this happen. Not twice. An unreasonable amount of times did your friends call you up, texted you, or even barged into your humble abode to question your wellbeing.

It had been heartwarming at first. Cute afterwards. And quickly became annoying and overplayed later on.

You hadn’t been to the lair in a week. You were busy watching a show when Mikey called your phone that night. You answered on the second ring, before you could speak a word, Mikey could be heard wailing. So much so you had to bring the phone away from your ear. You put it on speaker instead.

“Mikey?!?” You shouted over his sobs.

“Y-y/n?!!???!!?” He sounded surprised that you had answered. “Is that really you???” He was all sniffles. “Uh, yeah, you called me!” You reminded him.

“But I thought you were in a plane crash!” He exasperated. You were stunned to say the least. “What???” Was all you could think of.

“You went to Tahiti or at least tried to! But the plane went down and you died!” Michelangelo expounded further, only furthering your confusion. “Mikey, none of those things happened. Who told you that??”

The line went silent for a moment.

A moment more.

“Hello???” You said into the receiver wondering if the call was still going.

“Still here! Hmm! Looks like I got some things mixed up, whoopsy! OH— gotta go Y/n it’s Hypno—“

And just like that the line was dead.

Now that last bit was nothing out of the usual. The turtles all seemed to be perfectly fine with calling you during odd times like fighting a villain.

What was not normal was the death assumption?!

Whatever!

…

The next day.

Donatello texted you.

[ Is it true that you got crushed in the back of a garbage truck? ]

[ .-. no. wtf? ]

[ Thought so. Thanks. ]

[ hey, you can’t just drop that bomb and dip! ]

[ donnie??? ]

[ akwkcjkwpifiowpwjdeppqoddjqk ]

He didn’t text you back until you had just dropped the topic completely.

But you’ll never guess what happened the day after that. April checked up on you! Visiting your apartment, when you had opened the door to greet her, her face instantly looked relieved! Like she was expecting the worse.

“Hey April?” Long into the visit you decided to ask what had been bugging you. “You didn’t hear anything weird like I’d died in a plane or garbage truck did you?” You were sure April had been asked weirder questions.

“No no nothing like that!” She assured. But her eyes darted away after holding contact for three seconds. Your eyes narrowed quickly. “But?” You threw out.

“…but I heard you fell into a pool of cement mix..”

Your eyebrows couldn’t raise any further. Conveniently. Too conveniently. A call buzzed April’s phone, saying it was her mom and she had to rush back home. She spoke over all your hurried questions and thrown out accusations.

This was getting fucking weird!

And Raph, the last person to check-up, had no hopes of getting out of your questions. Because when he landed on your fire escape. Tapping on your window. You didn’t say a peep until he got inside your room. And just as quickly as you let him in, you locked the windowsill. Now you knew Raph could easily break down the wall if he wanted to escape. But that was the thing, he hadn’t really wanted to. In fact he looked pretty torn up whenever you asked who had spread the rumor “that you had been eaten by a lion.”

A fucking. LION. Where in New York City would I—

“At the zoo!” Raph said tapping his index fingers together meekly.

“Raph, just tell me what I want to hear.”

You had a pretty good guess as to who was behind what now but you needed the affirmation that you weren’t just going batshit crazy.

“It’s…”

“Well…”

You wanted to pull out your hair!! He was being torturously slow. “Spit it out Raphala!”

“Ever since last week Leo’s been acting so weird! And every time we ask why you’re not hanging around or coming over he keeps giving us these weirdly detailed responses about…well how you died!” He says this in one big breath, like he couldn’t get it out fast enough.

You had clued in on it being Leo, but it was just too childish. All because you had broken up with him? He was going this far??

Raph watched as the gears in your head turned. As your expression grew harsher. He cleared his throat. “Ya know.. Raph thinks Leo’s pretty torn up about the whole thing. He won’t admit that you two broke up. He’ll say anything other than that.”

Oh boy had he. Raph thought it was helping to provide the list of lies Leo had fed them all this past week, ‘That you had:

Met a shark underwater,

Drowned in a hot tub,

Fried getting a suntan,

Struck by lightning,

Fell down a flight of stairs,

Caught in a mudslide,

Run over by a crappy minivan,

Danced to death at an east-side night club.’

By the time Raph noticed this wasn’t helping whatever case he was trying to build he coughed and went back on track. “What Raph is trying to say, is Leo’s in denial. Bad. What happened between you two?? If you don’t mind Raph asking..”

You sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. “It’s for his own good Raph, a case of the right person, wrong time.” Your eyes were set in stone on that one. Raph nodded in understanding. “A-and I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings so I was pretty honest.. maybe brutally..”

You rubbed the back of your neck. You hadn’t wanted to give him any hope. As mean as that sounded. If he wanted a chance in the future with you, then he needed to seriously focus on himself for now. At least that’s what you had thought. Leo obviously didn’t agree. You smiled at his pranks now. Rolling your eyes at the drama of it all.

“I don’t want there to be any hard feelings Raph, especially between all of you.. Mikey, Donnie, April.. you guys are my friends!”

Raph gave you a soft smile. Nodding. “And you’re ours. He just needs more time. The lies were pretty unbelievable to begin with but ya know, we had to check just in case!” He gave you a teasing wink before standing and going over to the window. He unlocked it and you watched from your seat.

“Tell him, he’s being ridiculous!” You called as Raph gingerly maneuvered out of your window.

“Oh he knows that already.” Raph assured.

You got up, racing to the window to watch Raph take off to the building next door. “Tell him… he’ll be okay.” It was spoken low, but you knew Raph heard it as he jumped from your building to the next.

You closed the window. Locking it.

Wondering how many more ways you would die.

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。・゜・。{ Leo’s POV }。・゜・。

He heard fractions of words.

His heart was paralyzed.

“…Meant to be…It’s me not you….For your own good…”

Words from your lips.

Hurting him. Stinging his heart and pride.

Whatever. He didn’t care. It’s cool.

How could you leave him??? The two of you were perfect! It was meant to be! You wanted space??? Fine! He’d go on like this never had happened in the first place.

So when his brothers asked where you were? Since ya know the two of you had been attached at the hip for so long! He lied. Lied recklessly. Lied habitually. Lied in detail with intensive background. He didn’t care as long as it meant he didn’t have to say the words “broken up.”

He’d never ever admit to that.

“Huh? Y/n? Oh she took a trip to the Sahara, Desert and dried up! Yeah just poof sand!”

Okay maybe they weren’t the best lies ever created. But it got the job done. It spelled out, “don’t ask.” And yet all his brothers kept doing was just that. Like they were expecting him to finally say something different.

Like he was going to say how disappointed he was. Not even in you. But in himself. For not changing, not seeing the signs, not doing enough before it was too late and now the consequences were at his shell.

Leo sighed, flipping a page of a Jupiter Jim comic without even really reading it. He wasn’t good at goodbyes. You knew that. Surely you knew this was how it would be. What was worse, Leo still wanted you. Wished for you to be back already. Missed you. He still had some of your things too! But until you saw the error you drastically made, or he somehow lost his big old ego! Things were at a standstill and he surely wouldn’t quit lying…

Until he ran out of them. That and ways to say ‘die.’

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#tmnt leonardo #leonardo #tmnt leo #leonardo hamato #leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #leonardo x you #rise leo #rottmnt leo #leo #leo x you #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo x you #rise leonardo x you #rise leonardo x reader #rise leo x reader #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt 2018 #song inspired

[littlemissmanga]

I just need opinions on how you think any of the 501st men or Clone-Force 99 would handle chronic pain, something like migraines maybe, in their partner? I love all your work btw it's really incredible 🩵🩵🩵

Aw, thank you, Nonnie!

So this is something I think about a lot as I have a fucked up back. Fortunately, I have a really good group of drs so I've been able to go longer and longer without a flair up, but when I'm incapacitated on my couch, thinking of how these guys would react brings me so much comfort.

I think most of the boys would be really understanding and helpful. But let's get into it! HCs below the cut :)

Hunter may be able to sense acutely when you have a bad day before you even notice the symptoms (those heightened senses strike me like the way medical alert dogs can sense a seizure coming on in their human). His first instinct is to hold you against him, but he holds off until he ensures you are in the most comfortable place, your environment is perfect for what you need, and you have any medication needed. Then he'll wrap around you and do what he can to make you feel better. IDK why, but I feel like he'd gently hum a little tune as he holds you, literally trying anything and everything to soothe you. If he can't take away the physical pain, he can make damn sure you feel cared for.

Wrecker is also someone who's gonna try and cuddle you through an episode. If that's something that helps you, you'll be in heaven. He'll literally make a nest for you and bring you all the snacks. If your condition comes with muscle pain, he'll give you the most gentle and soothing massage. He will get that sad look in his eyes, though. Personally, I like seeing my partner care but I know some people don't like to feel pitied so if that's you, you may need to have a conversation with him. Similarly, if physical contact isn't helpful for you, you'll have to let him down gently. Best to give him something else to do - like help with the responsibilities you can't do - because Wrecker really doesn't like feeling as if he can't help.

Tech is going to learn everything about your condition itself. And I mean everything. He'll become the (secret) preeminent expert on your condition if he has to - and he'll very much believe he has to because frankly he doesn't trust previous doctors who told you this was just a condition you'll have to live with. You have to have a few talks with him that his insistence on trying new approaches to "cures" isn't helpful when you're having a flair up, and that while you love the intention behind it, you need him to either help you in the moment or leave it to you. That sobers him up a bit. But he mostly just puts the "cure" search on the backburner and focuses more on finding the optimal remedies for your symptoms in the moment. He won't really cuddle with you unless you expressly ask but he absolutely will bring his datapad into the room and research/work by your bedside so he can monitor your progress. He'll wake you every few hours to give you more medicine and make sure you stay hydrated.

Echo also studies up on your condition, but unlike Tech, he only cares about remedies. He'll run his findings by Tech, but generally trusts the literature regarding mitigating symptoms. If you find something that works better than other remedies, he's a stickler about making sure you have access to that remedy at all times. He's a big believer in being prepared. He may have some small treats for you, but he'd prefer to have nutritionally balanced food for you during a flair up to give your body everything it needs to get through this and recover. He usually doesn't cuddle with you, preferring to give you the space you need to settle in and recover. But he will be touching you constantly - caressing your head or arm - and talking softly with you if you're up for it.

Crosshair doesn't like admitting your condition scares him. You've explained it's not fatal or anything but it does cause you pain on the regular. And he doesn't like how matter of fact you are when you tell him you experience pain strong enough to put you out of commission with enough regularity that you have a plan for what to do when it happens. He knows you're not a complainer and you tend to push yourself, so for something to knock you out means it's serious. He feels useless and weak at not being able to help in what he feels is a meaningful way.

At first, he'll pull away, selfishly hiding from the sight of you in pain because he doesn't want to confront it. But if he does see you struggling or if he hears you in pain/call his name, he'll be right at your side. You need him. You asked for him. He won't leave you alone again. It'll take him a bit to figure out little tricks to helping you/making you feel better, but eventually he'll get into a rhythm. And woe be to anyone who crosses your path if you have a flair up in public - Crosshair is very much a shoot/punch first ask if they were a threat to you (in act or attitude) later.

501st Boys

Jesse, and Fives are going to learn all they can about the best way to make you feel better not through research but literally by quizzing you. They try asking the first time they see you in an acute flair up and realize those questions will have to wait until you're feeling a little better. And by quiz, I mean these guys prove why ARCs are made different. They'll get down into the minute details. The next time you feel your pain coming on, they'll make sure the environment is perfect for you to rest - as dark and quiet as you need, with all the water and snacks you could possibly want. And they'll totally give you snacks you want that'll make you feel better emotionally more than good for you snacks. If they can stay, they'll bring you bring you fresh, cool towels to drape over your forehead or ice packs/heating packs for your muscles every 30 minutes. Both feel like failures when they have to leave you during an episode.

Between the two, Jesse definitely relies on his humor and tries to keep you talking (if it doesn't hurt you more) to get you through this, and you love that he treats you like normal, that there's no pity in his eyes. But for Fives, this is a situation where he actually gets quiet, lowering his energy to give you the space to rest up.

Kix is, like Tech, going to do all the research. Unlike Tech, Kix has access to military-grade medical facilities. And he WILL use them to get a thorough understanding not just of your condition, but how your body handles the condition. He hates to see you in pain, and it's a negotiation with him as to how much medication you want/need as if Kix had his way, he'd just stick you in a bacta tank each flair up to minimize your pain and any damage ... which obviously isn't practical. Also, there's no "Maybe I can push through it, this flair up feels manageable." The moment Kix knows you're feeling symptoms, you're in the medbay. You'll also find the smallest of treats next to your bed when you wake up.

Dogma similarly, tolerates no negotiation. Sure, you've been dealing with your condition for a while, but if you're not following dr.'s or Kix's orders to the letter, he will make you. I feel like Dogma is incredibly passionate and feels deeply, and he will not risk your health or well being, even if you ask him to just trust you. Eventually, you need a mediation with Kix so Dogma gives you a little room to breathe. Like Wrecker, it helps to give Dogma things to do while you have a flair up so he feels like he's helping. He'll bring you everything you need and then go tidy up your living space or do your paperwork on your behalf or just general errands you need to run. Acts of service is his love language anyway, so this is a system that works really well for you both.

Rex hates that he can't always be with you during a flair up. He literally has a list of people you can call (in order of those he trusts the most to take care of you) if you need assistance. But you've come up with a code to message to his datapad in case he can't be there. If he gets your message, he'll excuse himself as quickly as possible to call you and just talk you through the worst of your flair up and ask if you need someone to be with you.

If he can be there, you won't find a more attentive and gentle person to nurse you through. He'll make sure you're settled and have everything you need and he'll talk you through it until you fall asleep. Then, he'll straighten up your living space and make some food for you for when you wake up. When you do, he'll give you a small portion to start with and hold you against him when you're done.

Tup will run you the most perfect bath ever. Water at the perfect temperature, no harsh smells in case that makes things worse. He helps you get settled then starts helping you wash. And by helping I mean he refuses to let you do anything for yourself. Getting your hair washed by Tup is a spiritual experience and something that, even if your pain persists, reenergizes your soul. He'll dry you gently with the fluffiest towels and then settles you in your room with all your comforts. He's another who will sit by your side until you feel better and he'll cuddle on request if it won't hurt you more.

I hope this is what you were looking for!!

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#tbb #the bad batch #tbb hc #501st battalion #501st headcanons #captain rex #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper tup #clone medic kix #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #sergeant hunter #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb crosshair

[benk625-blog]

Human Survey Team

“Check this out!” Viktor exclaimed as he thrust his forearm into Ownhurr’s field of view. Viktor was a lot to take in, even for a human. Half of his head was a shock of curly, naturally orange hair, the other half was buzz-cut stubble. He was energetic and loud, even for a human. All of his clothing had some pin, patch or other bit of flair depicting a blue, pink and white stripe pattern.

Ownhurr looked at the limb, which was covered in raised welts. Once again, he was thankful that he had chosen to keep his environmental suit sealed shut to the native environment. He did not share the human obsession with unguarded tactile interaction with strange flora and fauna.

“I deduce from you tone of voice,” Ownhurr began “that this is not a serious allergic reaction?” Many things humans do out of simple curiosity would send other species to emergency medical services or be inspected by coroners. After a few shocks Ownhurr had learned to ask before summoning first responders.

“Nope!” Vik happily chirped. “The self defense oil on this plant is almost identical to the variety colloquially known to us as “stinging nettle”. These welts should subside in an hour or so.”

“You better be sure about that.” warned Roger, another human member of the survey team. “The last time you thought an oil did not cause severe reactions you contaminated severa common touch surfaces and Billy and I got rashes.”

“How can I forget?” Vik replied “When you left a bullet ant in my bunk to remind me?” He shuddered at the memory.

“What is a bullet ant?” Ownhurr queried.

“A Terran insect with a sting that feels like getting shot." Vik answered. "Stinging insects are Rog’s specialty, just like my area of expertise is plants that excrete oil that is dermatologically reactive. This nut job intentionally exposes himself to insect venom and determines the correct place on the Schmidt sting pain index.”

“One of you touches poisonous plants, another intentionally endures insect stings and a third eats native plants that contain known toxins.” Ownhurr was overwhelmed. “I can’t determine which team member engages in the most dangerous behavior…”

“Billy” all of them answer in unison.

“Of course,” Ownhurr said “and what does the Australian do?” Australians are to humans what humans are to the rest of the sentient galaxy.

“Billy harvests venom from fauna and deliberately injects himself with diluted doses.” Vik said with an impressed reverence in his voice.”

“Why does he do something that dangerous?” Ownhurr’s estimation of these people was constantly being readjusted.

“His immune system generates a type of antivenom. Blood transfusions from him have saved people who have received fatal bites. The wider the variety of toxins he injects, the more people he can save.” Roger said

“Can’t you synthesize anti-venom without such drastic measures?”

“We can, and do, but nothing is faster and more effective than what Billy’s body comes up with. In fact, most synthetic anti-venom is derived from blood compounds from people like Billy. Vik added.

“And how do you find such extraordinary individuals?” Ownhurr asked.

“We ask people who survive lethal snake bites.” Ownhurr began to understand why humans seemed indifferent to the hazards of unknown plants and animals.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are aliens #humans are confusing #humans are deathworlders

[sk-lumen]

Where do you like to find dark feminine clothing? I'm not into a set aesthetic, but dark feminine is one of my favorites!

Hello darling,

My advice would be to focus less on brands and more on capsule pieces and quality. Where you acquire clothing from is up to the freedom of each person's ethical values, finances as well as preferences. That being said, you can find items like the below in many places, from thrift shops and Shein to H&M, Zara, the mall, etc.

Here are some recommendations for a dark feminine aesthetic/fashion, based on my own taste/inspo board.

Capsule items:

asymmetric yet minimalist tops (a bare shoulder adds mystique and femininity)

black lace tops, lace bodysuits (use discreetly, should be moderately covering nonetheless)

black or red satin robes for homewear (my favorite, I always get compliments from guests)

pencil skirts

faux leather: pants/leggings, skirts, jacket, corsets

platform heels, black or red high heels

black midi dresses (classic, effortless, versatile)

little black dresses

long flowy dresses in velvet, satin or tulle, etc

faux fur coat

Dark feminine aesthetic expanded:

Colors: red, black, and any shade in between (wine red, oxblood)

Materials: velvet, satin, lace, silk all emulate "femme fatale" or "dark feminine" energy

Style and energy: the dark feminine isn't about sparkles, frills and bows. It doesn't shy away from drama and flair, but it is done so tastefully, with mistique, by making the viewer wonder about the invisible, the unseen, the unspoken.

Outfit combo suggestions: black lace top/bodysuit with faux leather leggings and heels, turtleneck top with pencil skirt and back-lined pantyhose and heels, turtleneck top with cigarette pants, asymmetric top with faux leather skirt and platform boots, etc.

Accessories: silk/satin scarves, lace scarves, dagger jewelry (amulets, earrings), lace/satin gloves, etc

Make-up looks: smoky eyes and dark red lips, classic red lip with cat eye eyeliner. The focus is to inspire sensuality and mystery; we do this by accentuate the lips (reds or black) and adding intrigue to the gaze (smoky colors, black, deep rich jewel tones like reds/purples/blues). Avoid neutrals or combining too many colors, too much highlighter, blush, or bronzer. The focus is on the eyes and lips.

Other details: red/black nails (especially stiletto shape), symbols like roses, snakes, dragons (ie. as tattoos, jewelry or integrated in other ways into your look)

Dark feminine icons: Dita von Teese

Hope this inspires you. These are all items I have in my own wardrobe so they are the first that come to mind.

-Lumen

#dark feminine #glow up #fashion #dark feminine energy #dark femininity #aesthetic #inspo #articles #sklumen #ask

[fatalgraft]

[ " IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ! . . " ]

#regretevator #regretevator art #regretevator fanart #flesh cousin #fleshcousin #regretevator fleshcousin #fleshcousin regretevator #fatals flair

[strawbabys-blog]

Hi I have one-shot request, regressor regulus (1-4 age range) and CG James, in which regulus regresses because of trauma and stress and James gives him CG cuddles

Ofc!!!! Baby reggie is such a cute concept istg! Ty for the request <333

Baby Black

"Reggie!" James shouts in his usual cheerful manner, slinging an arm around the younger Black brother as he spots him in the hallway, "How's my favourite Slytherin doing?" He asks. James and Regulus had gotten very close over the last year, Regulus had eventually followed his brother out of Grimmauld Place and straight into the welcoming arms of the Potters. Of course that included James, who was like the sun to Regulus, always filling him up with light. James had naturally taken on the role of Regulus's caregiver, he was naturally inclined to take care of the people around him. The first time Regulus has regressed and stumbled crying through the house to find James and Sirius, James had found him and held him and kept him safe. So the next time it happened Regulus went to him again... and the next time, and the next time and every time after that. Their relationship quickly progressed from platonic to romantic (outside of Regulus's headspace of course) and after a brief period of horror from Sirius ("James you brotherfucker!!") The pair were accepted by pretty much everyone with ease.

"I'm fine," Regulus says, it had been a long day and he really wasn't feeling up to going back to his dorm, the older kids hated him ever since he'd left his parents house. James frowns at his tone.

"Are you really or are you just saying that for my benefit?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. Regulus sighs, looking up at James with tired eyes. He pouts.

"Can I come to the Gryffindor common room for a bit?" He asks. James face breaks into a smile.

"Of course you can Reg," he says, "do you need to...?" He doesnt need to finish for Regulus to get it.

"Maybe, but later, the older kids were being dicks again," he says. James frowns again, it was well known at this point that the older slytherins had taken to harassing Regulus in the halls when he was alone, so much so that the Gryffindor's take turns walking him places when they can.

"Okay," James says, his arm slipping down to link with Regulus's, leading him back to where the other Marauders were waiting, "We've got a visitor," he announces to the other three. Sirius grins.

"Brilliant! I've missed you too much Reggie, it's been painful," Regulus laughs and rolls his eyes.

"I saw you at lunch," he says.

"Far too long," Sirius says with his usual dramatic flair that sends the other boy's laughing too.

"Come on you lot," Remus cuts in, "Let's be getting back, the girls will wonder where we are,"

"I think they've lost hope in us Moony, they'll think we're doing something we aren't supposed to, as always," Peter says.

"Well they'll wonder where I am," Remus says with that signature smirk that has Sirius swooning while James hits Remus's shoulder.

"Rude! They love us," he says incredulously. Remus rolls his eyes.

"Siruis, can you stop with the goo goo eyes, I'm going to be sick," Regulus says, looking at Sirius's lovesick expression with disgust. Sirius turns to him, sticking out his tongue.

"Payback for every time I have to see you thirst over my best mate," he says. Regulus flushes red and James takes the opportunity to put his arm around his shoulders again, grinning teasingly.

"Reg, you've gone all red, do you have a temperature?" James says, innocently, knowing full well that he's being a dick. He glances around for a moment, deeming the coast clear he leans in and gives Regulus a peck.

"Oh for fucks sake," Sirius groans, leaning into Remus as if he's just been fatally wounded, "could you wait until I'm not around to suck faces with my baby brother?" He groans from Remus's chest.

"Oh fuck off Pads, that was as PG as kisses get," James says.

"You're just using it as an excuse to cuddle up to Remus," Regulus says. Both the boys flush red and Sirius pushes away from Remus, turning to flip Regulus off.

They continue their playful teasing as they walk up to the common room, James's hand not leaving Regulus's until they reach the portrait hole, where he helps him step in.

Regulus was determined to hold of his regression for as long as possible, he liked hanging out with the older Gryffindor's when he was big and wanted to stay for as long as possible. But being looked after, even in a small capacity, was really making things difficult.

"Reggie?" James questions, "are you okay?" Regulus nods absentmindedly, humming a confirmation, "Alright, let me know if you need anything," he says, kissing the boys cheek as he drags him to sit on an armchair in the common room.

Regulus floats in a bit of an in-between space as they hang out together, leaning against James contentedly as the Gryffindor's around him chat to each other. James seems to catch on to Regulus's drifting headspace and after a while he nudges him.

"Hey Reg, do you want to go on a walk?" He asks. Regulus's eyes light up at the thought of spending time with his caregiver and he nods happily. James turns to the group, "I'm gonna take Reggie on a walk, we'll be back later," He says. Sirius bounds over, giving Regulus a kiss on the head and a hug.

"Stay with Jamie, yeah?" He says, smoothing down his brothers hair. Regulus nods.

"Mhm, stay with Jaime," he parrots.

They say a quick bye to the rest of the group before heading back out the portrait hole.

Walks like these had become somewhat of a thing between the two boys, no matter what headspace Regulus was in. They make their way down to the great lake, walking around the path surrounding with their hands interlinked, chatting a little.

"Are you slipping?" James asks. Regulus thinks for a minute.

"No, I nearly was but I think it's cleared a bit," he explains. James nods.

Suddenly there's a rustling from behind them and both boys whip around to see people stood behind them.

There was three Slytherins stood looking personally offended just at the sight of the two boys. Malfoy and Snape were at the front, wands already out, while Narcissa hung back a bit, glancing between the two boys.

"Can we help you?" James asks, stepping in front of Regulus slightly.

"Just going for a walk," Malfoy answers, "that's allowed isn't it?" James raises an eyebrow, "Oh don't flatter yourself, what would we want with a couple blood traitors?" Regulus could think of plenty of things.

"Right, well we're heading back now," James says, grabbing Regulus's wrist and trying to pull him past the two boys. Malfoy stops him with a hand on the shoulder.

"Don't let us ruin your night," he says. Snape takes a step towards Regulus and James blocks him with his body.

"Jumpy, Potter," He drawls, peering around James to sneer at the younger boy. Regulus had frozen in place, resisting the urge to clutch James's arm, suddenly the idea of showing any form of weakness felt sickening. The voice of his mother rings in his head.

"You are weak! Disgusting! Get up!"

James steps closer to Snape, sheilding Regulus from his view again.

"Leave us alone," he says, reaching back to give Regulus's arm a reassuring squeeze. Malfoys eyes zero in on the small interaction and he scoffs.

"Can baby Black not look after himself?" He spits. James eyes flash angrily, attempting to shoulder past the two.

"Okay, we're going now," he says. Snape goes to grab Regulus, who whimpers and flinched away, but Narcissa clears her throat.

"Let them go" she says, voice clear and strong. Malfoy looks at her, confused, but something in her expression must make hom fold because he turns to Snape and nods.

"Love has made you weak," Snape hisses, begrudgingly letting go of Regulus and stepping aside.

James wastes no time, grabbing Regulus's arm and speed walking away from them, nodding to Narcissa as they pass, a brief moment of understanding passing between them before the two boys disappear back into the castle.

James stops in the entrance, turning to look at Regulus.

The boy looks wrecked, tears streaming down his face, eyes wide in shock and fear. James immediately knows that Regulus was reliving some none too pleasant memories.

"Are you okay baby?" He asks. Regulus whimpers, headspace immediately plummeting after teetering on edge, "How's about we go up to bed?" James asks. Regulus nods, reaching his arms forward and making a grabbing motion.

"Up," he whines.

Snape and Malfoy were bad enough but the sight of Narcissa had thrown Regulus right back to that house, to his mother, to the unspeakable things that happened to him and his brother. Regulus needed comfort right now. James smiles and scoops his baby up and Regulus immediately tucks himself into his caregivers neck, immediately soothed by the physical contact.

"I've got you baby," James murmurs, walking up to the common room.

They climb through the portrait hole and James gives a quick gesture to the boy clinging to him and that's all the explanation their friends need, letting them go up to bed without another word.

"Baby boy," he gently puts the boy down on the bed, feeling a tug on his heart as Regulus makes a noise of protest, "I know, I know, I'll be right back, I'm just getting you some clothes," he murmurs, Regulus pouts but nods. James quickly rushes to his drawers, pulling out a soft jumper and some shorts before going back to his baby.

"Daddy," Regulus mutters, grabbing hold of James shirt and tugging.

"I know baby, let's just get you changed and then Daddy will come cuddle," he says, making quick work of helping him change before pulling off his own shirt and climbing into bed, arranging them so that Reggie is layed comfortably on James's chest.

"M'sorry" Regulus murmurs. James was used to this, Regulus tended to feel like a burden whenever he regressed, it was rare that he slipped without apologising at least once.

James moves his hand to run through Reggie's hair, looking down at him.

"None of that baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. This helps me too, remember?" He says. Reggie screws up his nose adorably if James does say so himself as he thinks, before huffing and nodding a little.

James smiles and pulls Regulus a little closer, running his hand up and down his back to comfort him as he plays with the younger boys hair. Regulus buries his face in James's chest and makes a content little noise in the back of his throat. James thinks that if he were a cat he'd be purring.

He wants to talk to Reg about what happened earlier but he's found that Regulus isn't great at talking when he's little, that's something for him and big Reggie to talk about, so instead he watches as Regulus's eyes slip closed, his breathing slowly evening out into slow steady breaths.

Only once he's sure that Regulus is sleeping does he let his own eyes close.

#sfw agere #agere #sfw age regression #agere blog #age regression #harry potter agere #marauders agere #little!regulus #cg!james #im literally so sorry this took so long #im back now

[monakisu]

Your art style is so satisfying! What do you take inspiration from?

ಇ( ˵ᐛ ˵)ಇ💜‼️ yippee thank you for this super fun ask!! hehe i love rambling about things i love and my art style is nothing but a frankenstein’s monster amalgamation of traits i shoplifted from things i love 😸😸😸

1. PANTY AND STOCKING!!! probably theeee biggest influence for my art style!! i religiously copied the complete disregard for realism, the white-pupil eyes, and sharp sharp everything! started in sixth grade and now we here 🩷💿🫧┗(^o^　)┓三

(panty is my favorite of the anarchy sisters heehee weak for blonde girls)

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2. MANGA PANELS!!! i love that black n white + screentone dots look! it’s also an easy cop-out when i don’t wanna color (always) LOLLL also helps that i’ve been gazing adoringly at nothing but manga screenshots of light yagami for days now… he’s got that enchanting southern belle/femme fatale/pampered princess allure… (sorry this has nothing to do with ur question) (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)✧🧨🍎🍒

🧨♥️💥.

3. RETRO STUFF!!! like comics and 2000s cartoons :D for cartoons especially: monster high, powerpuff girls, winx club, totally spies… all thick lines, sharp angles, and POPPING COLORS!! i think this is also where i get my excessive love for shapes from (although i can’t draw a straight line to save my life) (ɷ ꒪ཀ꒪)ɷ🧡🎃✨

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4. PERSONA 5 UI!!! ik i’ve used this gif before in another ask but JUST LOOK AT IT!! GLORIOUSLY EYE-SEARING NEON GREEN!!! 💚 i love love love p5’s art style, particularly vanilla p5 (royal flaunts more shiny gold accents which also scratch that itch in my brain 😸) because lovely mismatched, cut-out typography! black n white characters contrasting strikingly against retina-piercing monochrome palettes!! all flair AND function!!! this game has it all!!!! (๑˃̶͈̀∇˂̶͈́)و⁾⁾˚*💚🍭💕

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5. VEWN!!! their animations instill within me the special kind of depression only a preteen girl can feel… their style is wonderfully imperfect! sketchy lines and skewed perspectives—makes me happy to draw whatever i want without worrying about realism 😸 my favorite of theirs is “twins in paradise” and “floatland”! they evoke the same uncanniness as liminal spaces methinks 🩵🎐🪽

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yea… that’s it for now! i’d gush for days but there’s a stinkin 10-image limit on posts -_- but whatever u can always check out my constantly growing collection of treasures that tickle my brain on pinterest (i’ve linked it in my pinned)! gives u a pretty good idea of where i draw inspo from :3c 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

#this took WAY TOO LONG TO PUT TOGETHER HAHAHA #especially since tumblr kept deleting my progress *shakes fist* beloved buggy site!! damn you!!! #mailbox 💌 #💡princess posting⋆˚✿˖°

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

hihihihi!! Would it be alright to ask for romantic mitzi hcs with a fem reader?

Hm… I'll be honest, I get a lot of femme fatale vibes with Mitzi. Not as obviously and scarily dangerous as with Serafine, but close enough. I'm sure Atlas could confirm.

Y/N and Mitzi (or Mary Ellen, as she was known at the time) met in dubious circumstances on the road. The friendship began over a common love for gin and the works of Edgar Allan Poe, and went on to become a brief fling for both.

Young Mary was a sparkling diamond, a bundle of joy and wistful daydreaming that enamoured both friends and partners. She had a flair for the exotic in both her taste in fashion and affairs, and seemed to find the rule breaking nature of having a female partner exhilarating. She dreamed of big things, although there was enough reasonable hesitation to reel her back into reality.

However, a brief infatuation remained just that, and they parted ways.

Y/N thought that would be it… until she bumped into Mary (or "Mitzi", as she preferred to be called now) in the streets of St. Louis, arm in arm with a new fellow—a certain Atlas May, whose wedding ring she now wore.

Both Y/N and Mitzi averted their gazes from each other, but Y/N could feel her eyes burn through her as she strode out of sight.

Mitzi must have had connections, because she found Y/N's place of residence surprisingly quickly—and in a whirlwind, whatever romance they had was back.

Older Mitzi was slightly different from her younger self. There was still the fondness for gin, although mint juleps seemed to be her newfound drink of choice. Poe's literature evolved into a macabre love for the obituary column in the paper.

A sense of class and wealth replaced the innocent youth and carelessness she had in her younger years. She seemed older than she actually was.

Talks of dreams were still wild, but always dashed by bouts of nostalgia and the lingering presence of one new actor on their stage.

Y/N had no idea whether Mitzi loved or resented Atlas. She never talked much about him, but always went running back. It soured things a little.

Something seemed a little off, but it was hard to pinpoint what exactly it was...

However, with Mitzi back in her life, Y/N was truly happy.

Mitzi braided her hair like old times, sang and danced with her in her apartment's crummy bedroom, shared mindless gossip with an enthusiasm that both astounded and amused.

In those moments, Y/N could almost pretend that the world revolved just around the two of them.

She was sure she had Mitzi's heart forever when one night, she whispered: "I would kill for you, darling."

Coincidentally, Atlas May was found murdered three days later.

Coincidentally…

...right?

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Kit kat

Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Fem reader

Description: You and Charlotte share a kit kat while backstage after shitty matches

You kick a chair down as you walk to your locker room after a shitty match with Rhea grabbing a water when you see Charlotte in the hall after her less than disastrous match with Bayley. Not even a second later you were sitting next to her after getting your shoulder bandaged up by medics grabbing Gatorade to have some energy for your promo to have a rematch against rhea which would turn into a fatal four way with Bianca and Liv "What happened to your arm?" you turn to charlotte as she hands you pieces of a Kit Kat bar that she had hidden in her locker room "I got it stuck in between the post and got caught on the exposed turn buckle" she winces as you rub your arm before snacking on the kit kat watching Sami's match with Drew both of you rolling your eyes at the Judgement day walk by flipping Finn off making charlotte chuckle before she was in the ring doing a promo which is promptly interrupted by Asuka and Becky Lynch changing out of your unbearable and ugly orange ring gear feeling less squished and bunched up now in your spare change of clothes grabbing food from catering before you bumped into rhea who pretty much talked shit. She didn't talk any of it for long before you pounched both of you flying over a table in a ball of limbs hearing yells before you were pulled off by charlotte along with Jey and Kevin while Damian, finn, and Dom had rhea each of you being pulled into your locker rooms slowly calming down being held in charlotte's arms sitting quietly as you sip on chocolate milk locking eyes with sami as he walks by only to see you tucked into charlotte's side with a blanket over you melting into her side like a cat when she lightly runs her fingers through your hair which would be the start of your true feelings for each other bubbling to the surface over the next few weeks.

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[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

The True Story of the Boise Murder House

805 W Linden Street in Boise, Idaho, its covered in a layer of soot, with windows broken and boarded up and trash strewn about the yard, the 2-story, 2,728 square-foot Craftsman-style home looks like an abandoned horror movie set. 

Known commonly as the Boise Murder House, the home is also sometimes referred to by locals as the Chop-Chop House, a glib reference to the gruesome homicide that took place there more than three decades ago. In the early morning hours of June 30th, 1987, 37-year-old Daniel Rodgers and 31-year-old Daron Cox shot and killed 21-year-old Preston Murr in the basement of Rodgers’s home at 805 W Linden Street. The two men then used an axe and knife to dismember his corpse, wrapped the pieces in plastic bags, and drove to the Idaho-Oregon border to dump the body parts in the Brownlee Reservoir. Horrifying as the facts of the crime are, there is one detail more haunting than the rest: Murr almost escaped.

According to court documents, an altercation broke out around midnight between the three men and Murr was shot in the shoulder by one of the two others. Having somehow managed to flee the home, he ran to a nearby house and banged on the door begging for help, but no one answered. The neighbor inside did call the police, however. He reported hearing pounding on his door, as well as someone screaming “let go of me,” followed by an anguished yell. Peeking out his window, he saw someone chasing Murr, eventually catching him and dragging him back into the basement of Rodger’s home, where he was fatally shot in the back of the head.

Though police never responded that night, they were called again the next morning by the same neighbor who asked officials to come investigate blood on his screen door. The blood found throughout the neighborhood—on sidewalks and at least one other neighboring house—further painted a harrowing picture of Murr’s desperate attempt to escape his murderers the night before. While the crime scene has long since been cleaned up, a dark legacy lingers around 805 W Linden Street to this day.

It’s unclear what happened to the house in the immediate years after Rodgers was sent to the Idaho State Correctional Center to serve out a life sentence without parole, but property records available online list a new owner, James Howell, as of 2000. Howell has since rented the house to a number of tenants and, given its proximity to Boise State University, it’s become a popular choice among students seeking off-campus housing. As a result, local lore about the house has a decidedly collegiate flair: One persistent rumor claims that fraternity brothers have reported seeing blood dripping down the walls of the basement for years. While there is no truth to this tale—and 805 W Linden was never an official frat house—many former residents say there is something “off” about the space.

“The basement was creepy and had a weird feel. We would take people down there to scare them. I never saw any ghosts but you could tell something wasn't right,” Joe W., a former BSU student, told a local radio station, 107.9 LITE FM. Another Boise resident, Rachel R., told the station that her family almost bought the house back in 2000, and to this day she still gets anxious when thinking about their tour of the home. “It looked like it had been abandoned and the basement was by far the creepiest part,” she said. But of all the accounts shared with 107.9, the strangest tale, submitted by Dan D., goes well beyond the basement.

According to his story, one night Dan and his friend thought they heard someone trying to break into the house. When they went out to the front porch to check things out, no one was there. After looking around the front yard, Dan turned to face the house and saw a “big black oily looking thing” in the window of a bedroom upstairs. He remembers seeing the shadow-y figure move back from the window and towards the bedroom door before it disappeared. Shortly after, it reappeared outside in a mirror sitting on the porch. Dan watched as the “ball of oily blackness” moved down the large column of the porch, slowly growing in size until it took up the entire reflection of the mirror and moved right through him. “It was the weirdest, most disturbing thing I've ever felt and just typing this makes me feel it again. It's like ice fingers sinking into my shoulders,” he said.

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