#maybe that'll work

[characteroulette]

Some Crows! Was musing about him and a potential place for him. His design is so good, I wish I knew more about him.

#Welcome to Momo draws #Professor Layton #Crow #pl crow #Kid how do I even tag you #Smarmy lil kid who is the head of the black market. #Last Spectre #last specter #Spectre's Call #Maybe that'll work

[midnightcaptions]

head full of fluffy froth and silly slides

#i rly need a tag for non-fanart lol #resident creature draws #maybe that'll work

[gatoiberico]

calamity trio incoming!!

#that'll probably be the last bit of fanart for a while? #maybe? #cause I gotta #WORK #ON OTHER THINGS #but alas #who knows >:3c #art #amphibia #amphibia spoilers #elgatoiberico

[tomurakii]

Look Kristen is a kid so its understandable and Ally is great and I'm sure has a plan for this. But Kristen should not be a cleric lol. I hope that after the wizard synogue incident Cassandra takes the Archfey deal to keep herself safe and Kristen loses her powers because honestly based on her RP that girl has NO wisdom. She has NEGATIVE wisdom. If you don't like the gods currently on offer but can't take responsibility for keeping a new one alive (because you're a kid) then you should just respec. Pick a charisma-based spellcaster class that doesn't require a bunch of work like the Int classes or responsibility like the Wis classes. Give up your soul to Fig (or just give it back to newly-Archfey Cassandra) for Warlock spells idk.

#like I know kristen is a vessel for exploring the experience of growing up in an abrahamic religion and like. developing as your own person #which is why they're working within the existing forgotten realms universe but foregoing the usual pantheon #and replacing it with Sol and Helio which are just God and Jesus metaphors #but that kind of self-exploration usually ends up in either atheism or non-abrahamic philosophies like buddhism no? #neither of which are compatible with the cleric class. like kristen clearly doesnt really like being a prophet. she cant handle it #have her awaken latent sorcery or something. I'd honestly accept her becoming a druid even though they also have a lot of responsibilities #but like shes GONNA kill cassandra if cassandra doesnt leave her first #and that'll be the second god that she created and then killed with her neglect. she may have been helio's chosen but shes a shit cleric #pretty much all teenagers would be shit clerics #maybe she can come back to it later #but cassandra girl you gotta flee. take your cat and your magic and run #d20 #fantasy high #fhjy #kristen applebees #fantasy high junior year #dimension 20

[turrondeluxe]

How do you think Mikey feels about the Miguel burger in the Spider Hub?

Lyla told them about the Miguel Burger™ as an offhanded comment and the kids (and Mikey) basically forced him to bring them some (They all love it).

#by forced him i mean they made puppy eyes at miguel and it Worked #they learnt it from the puppy eyes master himself (Mikey) #i just know miguel hates his burgers lol (maybe that'll change seeing how his little family enjoys them tho :']) #they all have the burger king crowns. uno is just being a little shit #oooh you can def tell how i was falling sleep while doodling this lmao snork mimimimi #ask #lasting romance #peepaw and babies au #shellslinger #my art

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Just imagine looking into Eddie Munson's gorgeous brown eyes, cupping his face in your hands and telling him with every ounce of sincerity that you love him. Imagine those chocolate button eyes melting into pools of galaxies as he looks at you like you've just hung up the sky, and tells you that he loves you too.

To be loved by Eddie Munson is to receive an ethereal gift, and to be able to love the sweetheart of Hawkins back is an even greater privilege.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #sweet angel baby #IM CRY SCREAM #hes everything to me #i will always always love you eddie munson #wrote this to maybe make myself smile so i can get through the rest of the shift #it didnt work but maybe it'll make you smile... that'll make my stress worth it if its products bring others a smile

[theslowesthnery]

i mean it's always worth a try 😉

#elden ring for blacklist #and if that doesn't work - try knocking him up #maybe that'll do it

[snuggleboots]

♡ in which i'm still having big feelings about kisame. naturally, i'm cramming the reader into said big feelings. have some genin and newly-graduated chunin kisame and reader, his one and only friend (´。＿。｀) it's dark, lots of death, so huge dni to minors. ♡

♡ might make this a dumb little series of drabbles, maybe? i'm sure as hell not dropping a whole thing in one post when it turned entirely into a chunin selection thing. it's choppy, probs has mistakes, but that's because i wrote it here and i am dogshit tired and slightly scared to post smth i just roughed out here :' ) ♡

Tags: kid kisame (6-10), kid reader (6-10), reader-insert, canon/reader friendship, dark themes, such as kiri's chunin selection, mentioned child deaths (the chunin selection), angst, shock/trauma.

It's a death of spirit, slow to manifest, to make your home in another person. The innocence of youth was never something fostered in the Land of Water, reclusive and cutthroat was the village that stands bastion in the heart of the island nation. Those of the Mist learn young that survival is a series of little deaths, each one an intangible shepherd to the next that awaits them.

Kirigakure, where connection is granted to budding shinobi for the sake of becoming one of life's many harsh lessons. It's when you're small, and your childish sense of hope is somehow still naïve and alive, that something so treasured as a comrade is allowed to be anything more than a means to an end. Sharing meals, and clinging to life by the skin of your teeth through missions too gruesome for children so young, one's genin team is often one's first true taste of friendship.

He was so young when you met, six years old at best; a competitive thing- oblivious of his own strength and rough at times, but fierce in his loyalty. It started then, a boy with a gruff heart too big for his body, and a sawtooth grin that looked more frightening than he ever bothered to actually be. He was your friend, with cute ears that stuck out and gills that sometimes flared in a way that made you helpless but to laugh, and an unyielding sense of self-assurance that made missions less frightening, so long as it was him that fought at your side.

Hoshigaki Kisame was not a monster. Not as you knew him.

Companions in a shared misery back then, you were each other's determined and desperate support through the trials of your paths; assurances shared with conviction carried you through the horrors that no heart so soft as yours should ever have been forced to witness. You wanted to heal, he strove to conquer the art of blades.

Children are, unfortunately, as precious as they are blind, and their pride is earned hard through enduring that which would cull their lessers. Together though, there was nothing that could stop the unbeatable two that made him and you. It was a connection found only by the miracle of chance, a friendship forged through the four years shared as junior shinobi. Your sensei, your third man - they existed beyond the bubble of two.

You were children together, once.

But in the Bloody Mist, you fight or you die. It was a death of heart to swallow the fear in your throat when it came time for selection. Ten years old by then; it was cold that day, and the pit in your stomach was nearly all-consuming when Kisame bid you the first of many goodbyes. 'Just in case', he'd said - his voice quiet, and heavier than you'd ever heard it then - just in case one of you failed to survive. It was better to say goodbye now than risk losing his chance if it had come down to facing you.

Through the chūnin selection your three-man squad became a bitterly victorious two-man cell. It was only a small mercy given to you by chance that you weren't forced to face Kisame, and not yet was he forced to turn his strength on his team. He survived by the ferocity of his blade whereas you weathered the terrified betrayal of your third man, a soft-spoken boy no older than you. A tracker - or, at least he would have been.

Surviving that was the first time you saw Kisame's eyes feral and searching, his developing muscles drawn taut and teeth bared like a wild animal as he tore through the small ceremony of fellow children-turned-soldiers that had proved their mettle in the slaughter, each newly minted journeymen shinobi drenched in the blood of their friends.

Some were too stunned from the shock of their own actions, most too numb to react to the Hoshigaki boy who sought you out like one drowning sought the ocean's surface. There was no pretence of honour or achievement to be found in the way his hands, still slick and stinking of iron, had gripped your shoulders when he finally found you, as if you were the only tether he had left to anything good.

Neither of you smiled that day. There was no crooked grin that greeted you there, and no stifled tittering that followed the frenzied flaring of his gills to welcome him in turn, not that time. Finding each other through the bloodshed as official chūnin, you both learned that no amount of conditioning could have prepared either of you for the reality of taking the lives of your compatriots. It felt different, somehow more visceral, compared to cutting down someone marked an enemy.

Kill or be killed, neither of you had any other choice. That day would not be the one that marked his end, nor your own. Not yet - he was manic and peaked, you were despondent and spiralling - not yet. You weren't ready. He wasn't ready. Not yet. It was a shame that you weren't built for killing, and an even greater one that Kisame's concept of a comrade, that day, began chipping down to you. You became the exception.

Fear is something any child is bound to experience in life; a crawling dread felt in their bones when something goes bump in the night. It wasn't fear he had felt, and he was a child no longer when he emerged as one of the several victorious. No, the young swordsman-to-be was a selfish boy, he knew, because what he felt when he'd shoved his face into your hair and squished his nose into the crown of your head was the shameful sensation of relief. So many had died horrible, gruesome deaths - but not you. You lived, you breathed, you were shaking like a leaf and staring through him, but at least you were alive.

He was surely broken, and at that point so were you, but at least you had survived.

Your body moved through the motions of a person after the fact, while each champion was recognised, your stare one thousand yards detached from the moment when the weight of your certificate soaked up the death from your killing hands. You hadn't had it a moment, hadn't had the chance to exchange it for your hitai-ate, and already it was marked with blood. You were meant to feel proud, strong for having outwitted and overpowered the others, too weak to serve the village - yet, you'd felt sick. Bile burned the back of your throat, swallowed down hard while your brain marked you a hypocrite that day, despite the ceremony of congratulations thrown in the faces of you and your peers.

It was a blur, what little remained of that day. You have no memory now, nor did you then, of dragging yourself to the baths, but you know that every time you closed your eyes you saw the faces of those you'd defeated. Their faces stricken with panic or wet with desperate tears, voices squeaky or hoarse in their last moments - your kunai buried deep in the throat of your squadmate, his tantō skewered through the fleshy part of your waist. Pain, in every manner of which it existed.

No matter how desperately you'd scrubbed, your skin left raw and burning, your breathing haggard and unbearably tight, the blood never seemed to wash clean from your hands. Kisame was a persistent one, perceptive for his age and unwilling to part while his brain somehow struggled to rationalise that you lived, even if you'd left his sight. He'd scrubbed your back and bid the little comfort of his company - a silent sentinel that never once mentioned the strangled sobs that wracked your body when finally, you'd worn through what little energy you had left.

You couldn't understand why you cried.

And he had no answer as to why you didn't feel clean - he didn't either, though it bothered him somewhat less than it did you. Then, he'd never had as optimistic an ambition as yourself. His path was always of the sword.

You'd managed to patch your own wounds, and then Kisame's - because that was meant to be your path. The medic, the healer, a preserver of life. The death of hope was dealt through the cold realisation that you would never truly be that. At least, not in this lifetime. Not like this.

You were naïve to have ever thought that the path of a medic was above the demand of bloodshed.

It was he who helped you fix your clothes when your fingers refused to, no words exchanged when he pulled you under his arm and guided you from the baths - it was good, at least, that you'd washed up before heading for home. The silence shared between you, then, remained unbroken out of respect for those unfortunate dead. Loyal to a fault, and in search of an excuse to be near, he'd helped you back to the tiny apartment you called your own.

You felt many things that he didn't, then - but it didn't make you weak. You survived selection, you'd survive this too, he knew.

Your home was empty, polluted with noise from the market district beyond your windows, inhabited at that point only by yourself - still a child, yet so alone. Long had the Land of Water suffered civil wars - and your parents' lives were claimed somewhere along the line, but at the very least he was there. This world had no shortage of children orphaned, and like you, there was no one left alive to have awaited his return.

His home was with you. At least, it was then.

You were children together, once.

That day, through a series of deaths both tangible and in spirit, began the first of many goodbyes. To childhood, to juvenile altruism, and to the hope of most things good.

But not Kisame.

Kisame was not a monster, not then, at least. Not ever when you knew him.

#kisame #kisame x reader #akatsuki #naruto #naruto x reader #writing tag #kisame hoshigaki #reader insert #the night we met by lord huron carried me thru this one #really want to work on making my writing more narrative rather than w/e it usually ends up being ugh #also want to write some comfort as an addition to this but that'll come later maybe #this is dark - but i cannot see anyone having a good time in the bloody mist era #i rly dont think they went easy on their genin given the whole - y'know - chunin selection being what it is

[prismit]

microwaving him in my brain wasn't enough anymore, i needed to blend him in my computer. get 3dified idiot

#dead cells #i. don't think have a 3d modelling tag?? do i? tumblr seems to be deleting previously used tags so idk :/ #putting guys in the blender #yeah that'll work for now #anyways i still have to figure out how to do rigging and stuff T_T nightmare hell etc #but i think my topology is actually decent on this one so maybe it's doable??? #will the funny corpse guy get to go to the vrchat mcdonalds? we'll see. hopefully

[tangledinink]

i was briefly losing my mind and very seriously considering taking an adderall right here right now but then i took a long shower and my roommate came home and showed me some memes on his phone and i think the danger has passed :)

#its one am #i might try to sleep = 3 = and maybe that'll be better #all the animals are fed #i am clean #will take adderall #tmrw #had a lot of good shower thoughts that we'll work on tmrw #vent #personal #txt posts

[luxtax]

The Friendship Horse

#twilight sparkle #mlp fim #mlp #my little pony #I actually love twilight a lot mm friendship horse I got 3 ponies left in the set for these doodles #I plan on doing at LEAST the mane six maybe some bonus beloveds pony cooldowns from commission work keeps me sane #that and drawing hoyoverse stuff but that'll come later I promise for now ponies

[oreegaanoo]

Character reference sheets and two frames from the animatic! :3

#work in progress #sketches #my art #a #qsmp chayanne #missasinfonia #qsmp #have drawn this kind of sketchy bits for like... maybe three scenes so far? like most of the frames for three scenes I mean #there's at least 20 scenes with their own moving bits and stuff so that'll be fun #but this is a nice start! and I really like the song and I like looking at my sillies so it's nice to draw too :) #started going crazy a bit after like two hours of drawing so I'm stopping for now and will continue next week again. Hopefully get another- #-- scene properly sketched out then #In other news I completed a small section (like less than a quarter of a page long) of my thesis and oh the feeling of accomplishment!! #it was a daunting part because I didn't know how to write it out but I did it!! Finally!! #and also had some trouble with translating my thoughts to english so I asked my mom for help and we brainstormed it :D #she's a great help with language stuff; both bc she's like generally good at english and also she's not dyslexic like me so that helps :D

[seokmattchuus]

When Matthew tells you he's been a bit stressed with debut preparations, you help him get his mind off of things. With some handcuffs and a torturous, never-ending hand job.

#you know what. maybe i am delulu but the more i listen to this the more i think it sounds like him. oh whale #caption kinda sucks but you get the gist. the one i had before was even worse because brain no worky #it's also almost 6am and i just worked a wink shy of 12 hours so who knows if i'm even in the right headspace to even be editing and postin #i just kinda remembered that it's been a minute since i proposed it and i'm in a fuck-it-we-ball kinda mood #if it's a flop kindly let me know and i will delete in the morning i.e. when i wake up #whenever that'll be #i'm like 82% percent sure it's a flop though #so don't be afraid to tell me if it sucks bc trust me i already know #ayo have i ever rambled this much in my smut post tags? i think i've finally lost it #in my flop era for sure because what is this. what am i doing. why am i the way that i am #def going to bed now #pls don't hate this as much as i think y'all are going to #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #seok matthew smut #kpop smut

[tswwwit]

Brain fart yhat doesn't make any sense

re!dipper w his constellation being on his inner thigh close to his dick and bill for once didn't do anything flashy when he picked up dipper. re!dip telling ppl abt bill and they would think that he's faking and dipper would just be rlly frustrated trying to prove that this inconvenience in his life is real (he can't show the constellation mark for obvious reasons and bill is s flighty fucker that moves when ... .. ..... .picture thing

Pls understand me

No worries, I understood!

Dipper insisting that, no, really, the reason he had to skip work was because Bill friggin' Cipher showed up and took him as his mortal - well, yeah, he's got the birthmark, but. No he can't show it. For reasons.

What do you mean he's fired? No he's not lying, for fuck's sake! If he was going to call off sick he'd have come up with something more believable. Bill! Hey! Bill?

(Bill has, once again, inconveniently fucked off. Just when Dipper needed him to be around for once. If only he'd fuck off when Dipper wanted him to 😔)

#answers #Bill definitely would find amusement in gaslighting other people about his existence in regards to Dipper #He's not going to get away with that for long #Dipper's going to take him to fucking task about it sooner or later #And that conversation will *not* be fun. At all. #Catch Bill hovering in that awkward emotional space where a normal human *would* apologize #But since he's Bill #He has to do something else. Maybe *now's* the time for his flashy entrance! That'll prove all those losers wrong no harm no foul! #Only to make Dipper Extra Annoyed #You got some work to do there Bill! Guess dicking around with your mortal in that way didn't work out well for you #Now you have to put in extra legwork just to regain his affection

[screamingwiththewolves]

I've made a joke before, comparing the Society to a Girlscout troop. But no jokes, Jekyll needs to apply a few girlscout ideas to the way to society is run. And by that I mean, the one leader per 6 girls rule. For every like 6-8 lodgers, there should be a co leader XD

#that'll help him with the work load/management XD #ok #maybe in his case it's more like Ito or Jasper should just be a permanent co leader but still. XD the logic works #the glass scientists #glass scientists

[amethystina]

Hiiii🩷🩷 I have a question... does Yohan think that Gaon loves Soo Hyun in a romantic way😳? If so, oh boy thats a huge misunderstanding to clear. Also, thank you for the amazing update!!! I'm sure as hell sticking around on this journey to see these two work out their feelings!!

Hi there! 💜

Yes, he does. Because Yo Han's got no reason to believe otherwise, based on how Ga On is behaving. He can tell that Ga On is attracted to him, sure, but that's physical. And sexual and romantic attraction are two entirely different things. One doesn't guarantee the other and just because you feel one — or even both — you don't actually have to act on it.

I'm more or less writing Yo Han like a bisexual demiromantic, i.e. he's good at recognising sexual tension/attraction but he's not very experienced with love. He's never really been in love before because he's never allowed himself to get close enough to someone to actually fall in love. And when you combine this with his upbringing and lack of social interaction with other people? Love is probably pretty tricky for him.

Not in a "he doesn't feel it" way because he does — and he knows that he does — but he's not the best at reading it in other people. Not at all helped by how he just doesn't get the whole "love at first sight" thing (because, again, demiromantic), which has made him wonder if, just maybe, his concept of love is different from everyone else's. He knows what love means to him and he's seen other people be in love (like Isaac and his wife) but applying that to his and Ga On's relationship is very difficult for him, especially with Soo Hyun complicating things.

Like, if Yo Han tries to compare how Ga On behaved around/treated Soo Hyun (who he assumes Ga On was in love with) to how Ga On behaves around/treats Yo Han, he can see a lot of differences. And it's a problem when his method for figuring this whole situation out is: "That is how Kim Ga On behaves when he's in love and, if he doesn't, he's probably not in love with me." Because that misses the part where people don't always behave the exact same way when they're in love (because it can be influenced by who they're interested in) and, if anything, it should be the other way around.

At this point, it's probably better to look at how Ga On behaves around you, Yo Han, not Soo Hyun, if you want to figure out what he's like when he's in love x'D

... but he doesn't know that, of course.

So, in short: Yo Han knows that Ga On cares about him and he knows that Ga On is sexually attracted to him, but he has no way of knowing if Ga On is in love with him. Yo Han has too little experience with it to be able to gauge that.

But, at this point? He thinks that Ga On is just too in love with Soo Hyun to ever love him (which is what this post was about)

And, in a very heartbreaking way, he's kind of grateful that Ga On made it clear he's not going to act on what's between them because Yo Han assumes it's only sexual attraction and some confused fondness on Ga On's end anyway. And Yo Han would just... rather not if that's all Ga On can give him. Because, for once, he doesn't just want sex — he wants love, too.

... this man is, once again, a goddamn onion.

(and will make you cry just as much as one)

And, for my own sake, I'm going to have to make a detour and write Yo Han's POV of what happens after he's gone into his bedroom because I SWEAR THE FUCKING BASTARD WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE. There is SO MUCH GOING ON in his head and snippets keep inconveniently popping up at irregular intervals, distracting me. And as soon as I push one aside, the next one pops up.

It's like a never-ending game of angsty Whac-A-Mole.

Someone save me.

ANYWAY. I'm glad you liked the update! And thank you so much for wanting to stick around 💜 I was genuinely worried about how you all would react to this chapter. Like, who's insane enough to throw in a rejection 400k into a story? People have probably gotten chased down with pitchforks for less.

So thank you for the trust, support, and dedication — it means a lot to me 💜

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Who Holds the Devil #Amethystina Writes #Even if she would prefer not to this time #Like #I ALWAYS know what's going through Yo Han's head too #But this is the first time when I genuinely can't focus because I'm just BOMBARDED by it #I WISH I COULD SHUT IT OFF BUT I CAN'T #So I'm going to write it all down just to get it out of the way I guess? #Maybe then it'll quiet down #Also #I guess it might be nice just for the sake of knowing exactly where he stands #I make no promises that I'll post it though xD #Second also #Do yourself a favour and don't ponder how that 'my love isn't like other people's' work in relation to 'I'm a monster' #And 'I will smother his light one day' #Because that's... yeah #That'll break your heart #I'M SORRY I CAN'T SHUT IT OFF OKAY