Idk how my new rwby followers are gonna feel knowing I don’t like Cinder…
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TRIGUN BASEBALL AU DOODLES
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uh oh! Double Trouble!!
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journalists underestimate the magnitude of my addiction and how far i'll go for the bit
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do u think gojo brags and shows off that pencil trick to u
ur just chillin in class and he's smirking over at u... dumb catty cute face and all (😼) with a pencil going fwoosh fwoosh fwoosh in between his fingers. totally showing off. desperately trying to grab ur attention.
and even if u give him an eye roll, he still continues to do the trick as if it actually works and somehow seduces u or makes u think he's cool
and if u rlly ignore it then he POUTS.
"what the hell! watch me do the thing... look it's cool i promise."
gasppp imagine this but like... nerd!gojo with cute round glasses instead of sunglasses 🤭💗
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i have my versions of the flash and green lantern for this movie dream of mine too and i self indulgently decided they are dating
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as much as i love traditionally married dreamling - and do i - i also have this bruised softness in my heart for 'what we have is outside relationship constructs, define it at your own peril' dreamling, for 'drifting in and out of each other's orbit with each other as perennial anchor point' dreamling, 'i haven't seen you in sixty years but what's that to an immortal, you are always in my heart' dreamling, 'our lives are not quite one but neither are they apart' dreamling. drop in on me, i am always ready to welcome you. and i will always let you go.
hob as a fixture, a constancy, a hearth, and dream as a wild creature coming in from the cold. it cannot be kept, and you would commit no such sin of trying to, but it can be held, warm, before the fireplace for a while. let it go, and trust that it will come back.
hob as a wanderer, life to life to life, and dream as an ancient, enduring kingdom whose protection is reachable just by closing your eyes. continuance impossible in the waking world but offered as easily as a kiss on the cheek.
there is no keeping a dream, is the thing. and dream does not want to be kept, but he does want to be held, held and let go and held again with those arms always open to him. there is no keeping an adventurer, either, and hob is an adventurer at heart, always ready to see, do, the next thing, but adventurers need a home, too, one that doesn't mind when they come back a little bit different.
go where you need to, when you need to. carry my love with you. and come back to me.
that kind of dreamling.
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even if im upset by some things im not... planning on leaving Fallen London anytime soon. like. i can enjoy media with problems in it whilst still aknowledging those problems. its not a black and white, Perfectly Good or Completely Evil situation with this. i think that can be forgotten.and the search for entierly pure media will leave you with nothing as it doesnt exist.
there's still plenty of good. and some bad faith actors aside, the FL community on here is fantastic with really creative folk.
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kitty Dew who is also age regressed... kitty Dew who acts likes a tiny little kitten...
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how would we feel abt an au where all the 141 guys (+ maybe roach?) are reader bodyguards. reader would be like, a music artist maybe idk
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i want to send handwritten love letters back and forth with someone who adores me
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I've been thinking a lot about magic healing today.
Like I can't stop thinking about how much truly incredible medical knowledge (specifically what we now think of as folk medicine, or like... battlefield surgery) is rendered pretty much completely obsolete by the existence of people who can mend bones with a thought. About how rare it must be for someone to actually know about how a body functions, when among most adventuring types, there's... actually little practical use for such knowledge, with little motivation beyond curiosity to figure it out.
Like of course, I'm sure there are many settings in which those with magical talent are few and far between. I'm sure there are low-magic settings where having access to magical healing is rare, and/or comes at a prohibitively high price for most commoners. But I can't help but think that... in worlds where healing spells and broad-spectrum healing potions are found in the stock of pretty much every merchant and every thug's inventory, ready to be looted, the work of midwives, village wise-women, herbalists, field medics, surgeons, and a thousand other professions is made pretty much completely irrelevant to so many people, simply because clerics, paladins, druids and such, are able to just.... wave a hand, and eradicate diseases, mend bones, transfuse blood, restore limbs, and sometimes even raise the dead.
Being medically knowledgeable on top of being magically adept would probably not only be rare as hell (hello, Halsin), it'd also take a lot of dedication, and a lot of respect for the body and the natural way of things that... I don't know how many even among the best magical healers would actually have.
I'd imagine that many who usually have steady access to a healer don't actually know jack shit about their own health, and... maybe even those who rely on magic to heal, don't actually know what they're doing all that often.
Idk. I'm just rotating this thought in my head today.
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hey do you know what would be a sad as fuck fic concept
yknow that trope of aizawa adopting various students. and when it’s todoroki there’s always that extra little bit of conflict because of endeavor, the number one hero, we can’t prosecute him, yada yada yada.
but it always works out, because fanfiction!
but consider. a version where it doesn’t work out. where todoroki—or really it could be anyone, i suppose, but todoroki is who i’m thinking of—doesn’t get adopted. and has to go home. where he finally managed to speak up, to ask for help, and it didn’t work. maybe, maybe he gets pulled from UA entirely. and aizawa just tries and fails and despairs for two entire years, because all the willpower in the world won’t actually change the law.
then, in the middle of a january night, as aizawa is preparing for his very last term with the class todoroki used to belong to, there’s a knock at the door.
and todoroki shouto asks if there’s still a spare room for him.
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it only took one look
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Ramble theory i made on a dead discord chat that i just wanna put out more.. cus a REALLY dumb old theory I saw had me thinking about what the Mother Gum and PBs/Neddys actual creation could've logically been.
A tl;dr before the ramble in case people see it and are like "I AIN'T READIN ALL THAT" and don't scroll down:
Basically, I theorize this guy (the former Candy Elemental right b4 the Lich bomb) got nuked, did not survive, and his dead body possibly ended up expanding into a the bubblegum river called the Mother Gum that created Bonnibel and her brother Neddy.
Full explanation under cut. If ya care to see my ramble.
There are some grammatical errors and typos, v sorry, and pls ignore lmao
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