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bicheetopuff · 3 days

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(Ch. 336)

You know, this panel has always made me a little curious. Every other time we saw Izuku sparring with Katsuki (before the war started at least), he’d use blackwhip to defend himself, hence ‘catch-a-kacchan’ so I found it weird how Izuku didn’t even try to grab Katsuki. For like 100 chapters prior to this, he used blackwhip for everything and would eventually just leave it out incase he needed it quickly kinda like how Hawks utilized his feathers (when he had them) so I kinda just made a mental note about how weird it was that Izuku chose to evade instead of defend when he easily could’ve.

I also found it weird how quickly Izuku wanted to change the topic along with the distress on his face. I thought it was just a cheap and ooc way of explaining Todoroki’s new power quickly but, since it’s now confirmed that Izuku has PTSD about Katsuki’s sacrifice, what if Katsuki’s cluster move triggers that trauma response too?

The next time we see cluster used with Izuku present, Izuku actually does respond with blackwhip.

(Ch. 404)

He doesn’t use it in defense though, he uses it in almost possessive way by securing their hands together with it. But also, he doesn’t speak for this entire chapter. It could be explained away by the side effect of using gearshift and him not being able to breath but before now, he’s been more focused while in distress and was also speaking just fine before. Though, in these panels, and through the entire chapter, he seems almost delirious and in shock. He’s not even reacting to the lack of oxygen anymore.

He even starts ignoring Shigaraki in these moments. He’s stunned and mesmerized but now I’m starting to question whether he’s amazed or scared out of his mind for what might happen. With that uncertainty, all that I can say confidently is that he’s distracted.

(Season 7 ep. 4)

Arguably after chapter 404, he stops thinking straight and, honestly, gets a little sloppy. A few chapters after this, is when gets danger sense stolen and starts getting truly injured. He makes the decision to give away OFA and loses his arms. He reverts right back into his “I don’t care what happens to me” mentality that his class has been trying to get him to grow out of for a while.

He wasn’t mentally prepared for something to go wrong in this fight. He wasn’t mentally prepared to be pulled away, leaving Katsuki with Shigaraki. I thought it was just iffy writing that he’d mentally regress after Katsuki woke up instead of before but, it honestly makes a lot more sense now. He cared about what happened to himself because he needed to stay alive to ensure Katsuki’s revival. Once Katsuki woke up and he watched him fight AFO, he started being reckless again. He went back to viewing himself as nothing but a vessel for OFA because he believes OFA is the only thing that can beat AFO, hence why he trusted the vestiges when they said “we can fight him from the inside” (which I think was a silly decision. It’s noble in theory but it amounted to nothing because Izuku can’t win in this regressive state of self sacrifice anymore. Or at least, he shouldn’t since it’s such a big part of his arc.).

And now, with the most recent chapter with most of his classmates present it seems like he’s regretting that decision because he’s being reminded that people care about him. They showed up to support him regardless of already being hurt because he can’t win on his own. Eri mutilated herself to help him and if that doesn’t tell him that fighting without the intent of not dying is stupid, idk what will.

(Ch. 421)

He was about to just throw himself back into the fight with the same mindset as before if Aizawa didn’t stop him. He looks frustrated because he realizes the weight of what he’s been doing and how looking up to AM and the previous vestiges shouldn’t be his role models right now considering all of their fates. He’d just be continuing OFAs curse like Katsuki’s been worried about for a hundred something chapters.

In conclusion, this post was very unfocused but I can’t wait to see Izuku kick ass and for Katsuki to show back up because with the impact he’s had on Izuku, I DESPERATELY need them to talk. Most of this post may have very well been a stretch but, let me be delusional please.

#bnha #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #bnha 421 #also rereading some of these chapters made me realize that katsuki changed fate just like Izuku did when Nighteye looked into the future #I think we’re all being far too normal about that #oh Katsuki’s gonna show back up btw #he literally has to for what’s happening to make sense #same with iida and Uraraka #bakudeku #bkdk #I’m sorry but this last memories episode chemically altered my brain and made think of Izuku’s character so much #he’s just a kid #bnha meta

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teddybeartoji · 20 hours

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this could work for bf! satoru or snow leopard! satoru but i feel like he'd be REALLY into omorashi... stay with me here.

idk how he discovered that he was into it but GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY 😫

just imagining him curled up into you quivering out of desperation. you have a steady hand on him (conveniently placed where his bladder is) to hold him in place. poor thing has tears in his eyes, just begging you to let him go already (but we both know he doesn't mean it)

satoru has never looked more gorgeous to you

he's more than capable of overpowering you to leave and properly relieve himself, but god, does it feel good to be at your mercy (or rather lack of )

his desperation just gets worse the closer he gets. he just NEEDS to relieve himself somehow, so he proceeds to beg you to have your mouth on his. this time around, you decide to be a little nice and listen to his pleas. and god he just melts.

It's so damn messy, but neither of you can get enough of it. satoru is drooling everywhere and moaning into it. idk how, but he managed to sound even cuter than before.

neither of you care to pull back for air, and the lack of it gets to satoru's head as he feels a wave of warm and pure bliss wash over him.

or maybe it was something else........

YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GRAY I NEED TO KISS YOU SUPER ULTRA SLOPPY STYLE HOLY FUCKKKK I'M GONNA GO WITH OUR LITTLE LEOPARD AGAIN BC FUCCCKKKKKKKKKK IT'S SO FUCKING HOTT

18+ mdni; snow leopard!gojo x gn!reader + piss kink

sitting on his big thighs, you jerk him off with your one hand while the other presses down on his bladder. he squirming, his hips can't stay still underneath you and he just looks so pretty like this. he throws his arm over his face in desperation and your heart swells at the sight of his exposed neck. purple and red marks litter his marble skin - they look like they belong there. he's whimpering and mewling like the baby that he is and he loves it so fucking much.

"need to go. i really– need to go." you can hear the pout and it makes you want to push him even further. the tip of his cock is so fucking pink and swollen, pre-cum leaks from the slit and your mouth salivates at the thought of taking him down your throat. his tail thumps and swings in the air from all of the excitement and his fuzzy little ears twitch uncontrollably.

"yeah?"

you sound so mean and he fucking loves it. you're not concerned abt him – no, no fucking way. you want to push him further and further. you want to break him. you swipe at his leaking slit with your thumb and watch his fangs sink down into his plump lower lip. his hips lift a mere inch from the bed but you push him back down with ease.

the leopard peeks from under his arm, his teary eyes observe you as you punish and torture him with a toothy, proud grin. the slick sounds from your hand steadily pumping him fill the room alongside with the mewls that keep bubbling up his throat.

the pressure in his stomach keeps getting stronger and stronger and he knows he really can't hold it in any longer. his slender fingers wrap around your wrist, gently pulling at you to get your attention.

"please– fuck. i can't– i can't hold it, i'm sorry." oh, his eyes are so beautiful like this. his flushed cheeks are stained from the tears that have already spilled from the corners of his eyes and his lips wobble so desperately.

"don't be sorry, baby. just go."

he can't tell whether you're joking or not, but he's getting so fucking close that he really doesn't have the time to figure you out either. you tighten your fingers around him and shimmy yourself down his legs, bending yourself closer to his cock. never taking your hand from his lower stomach, you slowly but surely add even more pressure on his bladder to finally convince, to force, him to let go.

his fingers dig into your wrist but he doesn't push or pull – he's making sure that you won't take your hand off of him. his eyes are even wider now, his curiosity is eating him alive. what do you mean by 'just go'? he watches your smile stretch even wider, even further, as you rest your head on his thigh. your breath fans his dick and he shudders at the sensation. fuck, he really can't hold it anymore.

tears spill from his lashlines, his pretty angel eyes, and you press a kiss to his base. you feel him twitch in your hand, you feel his tail whip at your back. he can't control it. he's about to burst.

more pressure. his eyes roll back into his head and his ears twitch again. you squeeze his tip and kiss down his sensitive balls.

"i— "

he has never sounded this broken. his breath hitches in his throat and his nails are beginning to leave little dents in your skin. his other hand finds your cheeks, but it doesn't stay there. his fingers push through your hair until they stop at the back of your head, pushing you closer into him. your nose brushes at his soft skin and fuck – he feels you smile against his balls. he can't do it, he can't do it, he can't do it.

"give it to me, angel."

his eyes finds yours just as your lips part and wrap around his swollen tip. he can't look away. his balls contract as he stares at you. his face is red as a tomato and he's panting as if he's about to fucking die.

he is about to die. your mouth is so warm around him, your tongue is so wet and this whole situation is just too fucking much. you lower your head and bury him deeper inside your throat. saliva drips from the corners of your mouth and his hips buck up, making you gag on him so deliciously.

when you try to pull away, the hand resting on the back of your head stops you. humming around him, he bucks his hips again. his head lolls back onto the pillow and his back arches – he looks gorgeous. pressing further down on his tummy, you prepare for what's coming.

his tail thumps fervently beside you and his whole body twitches. a broken moan spills from his lips and warm liquid fills your mouth and throat. tears form in the corners of your eyes from the suffocating feeling but you surpress the need to pull away. you want him to feel good. he's your baby after all.

you press down on his tummy a little more, intent on getting every drop out of him. he feels so good, it feels like heaven. you feel like heaven, your mouth. the sight of you only makes him more insane – your own tears, the spit and piss trickling from your lips. your eyes. they twinkle up at him, so determined, so focused on taking care of him.

you gag again and tap on his thigh to let him know that you need air and he immediately removes his hand but keeps it on your cheek as you pull off of him with a loud gasp. piss dribbles down your chin and neck and satoru thinks he's going to pass out. you take a deep breath in but waste no time diving back in. he caresses your soft skin as you wrap your lips around him once more, letting your mouth fill with the liquid again.

he's so fucking in love with you.

everything is so messy. piss soaks the bedsheets below him and spit coats his heavy balls. a bead of sweat rolls from his temple and his hands shake. his fuzzy tail wraps around your middle as you drink him up like he's the only thing that could satiate your thirst. taking your hand off his tummy, you bring it down to his balls. you massage and fondle them only to watch your big cat sink even deeper into the bed. your smile widens as you kiss his tip and the underside of it, making him curse under his breath.

"you're so cute, baby."

your purred out words immediately go to his lower stomach; another kind of pressure builds and grows – the knot tightens with every kiss and every lick and every touch and every breath. he whimpers at you, his eyes big and glassy. his lips are parted and you catch sight of his sharp fangs.

wrapping your hand around his cock again, his whole body jolts and you tease him with a laugh. you squeeze at his base and tongue his sensitive slit – you know he can give you more. you take the tip back into your mouth and take him down your throat while jerking him off at the same time. all it takes is a steady pace and a tight grip and your mouth is being filled again. thick and sticky cum floods your throat and you swallow as much as you can; some of it still escapes your soft lips though – a mixture of spit and cum and piss coates your lower face and satoru thinks you look beautiful. moans fall from his lips like a waterfall, he's not even trying to hold back. it's not like you want him to do that anyway. you're just as greedy as he is.

you give him a smile and then he's already pushing himself up from his position and pressing his lips against yours. he can taste everything and he can't help but moan into your mouth. you pump him lazily as you let him suck on your tongue like a good boy. he paws at your skin and you know he's hungry.

he's fucked out and he's exhausted but he'd be nothing if he didn't take care of his baby the way you take care of him. it's your turn now; you let him mark you with his scent and taste and he can't wait to let you do the same to him.

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aveloka-draws · 2 hours

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"I'd love to read more" well if you say so! So... Narinder. The iconic catboy. Following along with the theme of loving a god being the equivalent of entering a toxic relationship that is EXACTLY what Narinder has done. Praising and encouraging the lamb for their actions in killing the other bishops. Getting them to open up about all these personal details while simultaneously never revealing anything about himself (shit man SHAMURA is the one to tell the Lamb that his name even is Narinder!) The worst part is that it is at least partially genuine. There IS something there as with the other bishops and their relationships, but they are gods and such can only respond as gods always do. By drinking in all the devotion, and only giving something back when they want to. Things are healing now, but it'll never be the same as it was. Now Narinder finds himself stuck in a situation where he is noticing the slow and steady creep of "godhood" in the lamb, and is trying to keep Lamb grounded to their mortality. Now he's the one in the position of giving devotion, and its important that his quest succeeds, because he knows no matter the outcome he's not getting off the wild ride. Shamura, my fella, where do I begin with you. They have been a god for the longest. The oldest, and we don't even know how much even older they are than Kallamar. The only thing we know for certain about Shamura's age is that they have been alive since the glory age of gods. They have been divinity for unfathomably long, and were the closest to what it should mean. However, they have been upheld as god for so long I think its fundamentally warped every single relationship Shamura has. Does this make them evil? No, but it makes it hard to treat anyone outside of their family as an equal. Even after becoming mortal, just from what I've seen, they STILL are on a pedestal. The other bishops remember the big and wise older sibling. The LAMB, the only actual god left, is begging THEM for help. So Shamura will help alright, by telling the Lamb all about the warped ways they believe a god should perceive the world. I think Shamura needs, whether platonically or romantically (I don't know your headcanon for their orientation), for someone to get mad at them. Saying what is true but saying it in a cold/cruel way is very "i'm a god and can say what I want without consequence" behavior. Someone needs to shove this nerd into a chair and give a passionate "I don't know how to explain that you should care about other people" speech. Anyways that is all. I must let my brainworms rest for now.

Biting this biting this thank you for the food jshsjsh thank you brainworms

Narinder starting to feel the consecuences of his actions fr by being on the other side of things huhu hopefully he'll do ok

Also the pts about Shamura uogh that spider is so interesting to think about either as a god or mortal, spider with secrets and dementia

Been thinking about getting Shamura a friend for some future scenes maybe

Still in progress, being rotated in a microwave as we speak

#ask a bird

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alienpossession · 3 days

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Ethnographic Research: Part 1

Loud screams and flailing hands, yet no one to help as all of them already jumped off their boat in the middle of the lake. They can feel it, something is filling them up, fast, and they cannot do anything about it. But after a wild couple of minutes, deafening silence as no more scream for help coming out. Soon, they climb the ladder by the side of the boat and get back up to the deck, looking at each other with curiosity and gleeful, awkward smile. One of them then mouthed

"Let's inform the Mother Ship of a job well done," and just like that, the cold expression-less face turned warmer, rowdier even, as it takes on a more humane color and expression.

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There's no such thing as a memo or pointers on "How to Perfectly Blend In among Human" or "Step-by-Step Guide for Seamless Integration into Human Society". At least not for the Xarthan. As an invasive, cruel yet hyper-intelligent extraterrestrial being, taking over by sheer force and adapting accordingly is always the playbook. It's in their DNA to give complete disregard of other species as long as their species advanced or survived through their tumultuous, warring lifestyle. Yet, a handful of Xarthan believed that there's a better way of life out there. That they don't have to continously move from one planet to the others, pillaging one's life after the other, just to get their euphoric-inducing stimulant release. That maybe killing other species is not the only way they can get that sensation that makes them alive. Their centuries of research eventually led the descendants of these slightly differing Xarthans to the small blue dot their transmission revealed to be called planet Earth.

So, these small pack of 20 Xarthans decided that their research hypothesis need to be verified. They descended in batches, 2 in each spot seemingly infested by human being and planned to converge after each of them lived at least around a month or two acclimatizing to Earth's society. Their mission is to verify whether or not the sexual release done by the male population of Earth released a similar stimulant to what the Xarthans experienced when they manage to exterminate other species

In a complete Xarthan's style, these batches of alien take over the first human they encountered with little to no regards about the life these human previously have. In its static form, a Xarthan is usually 7-8 feet tall, translucent and very slender being. But due to its "liquid" nature, it can adjust its shape. Upon contact of the vessel's internal water or blood, a Xarthan will merge with it and then spread itself through the entire system of the body. This also applies to bodies of water in the wild, so in the event of encountering bodies of water, a Xarthan can break down into millions of microparticles and takeover multiple vessels at once. After taken over, those vessels will be controlled by a singular hive mind as those microparticles originated from a single Xarthan entity before breaking down. That case happened to the unfortunate Pike boys and their girls who spent their time on a lakeside cabin for their weekend break. When they jumped to the water, they have no idea that 2 Xarthans just landed a couple minutes before right around the area where their boat stopped. Upon unknowingly making contact to the infested water, their bodies all contorted and spasmed as millions of microparticles swarmed their system. They tried their best to save themselves but it was just too much and before long, they were all taken over

Still in the States, but more to its Northwest area, the hunting group didn't realize that there's a pair of predator lurking around the shadows. The group went to Montana for a casual hunting since this is not yet the season for elk hunting anyway. They split themselves into group of two, not knowing that by the end of the day, a pair of them will be back as totally different person. That misfortune befell on Richard and Logan, the slightly more experience hunter among the group as they were USMC veteran and probably have the most experience with gun compared to the others. The Xarthans that took over their bodies laughed on the last memory the two humans have

"He was scared shitless. It was genuinely the most horrified he's ever been,"

"Yup, same goes here. I think he peed his pants HAHAH"

The 4 Xarthans in the States are just 1/5 out of the research group. If went according to the original plan, the other 16 will land around:

1. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

2. the Greek isles

3. Bangkok, Thailand

4. Ibiza, Spain

5. The Carribbean

6. Northern Europe, and

7. Eastern coast of Australia

#alien possession #male possession #alien expansion #alien takeover #EtRe Series

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sebastianswallows · 3 days

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Tom Riddle Headcanons

— WARNINGS: none, just angst

— A/N: So, @esolean asked for some Tom headcanons. These are just very random and scattered ideas about our problematic fave.

Has exactly three emotions: anger, indifference, and obsession.

The latter is primarily exercised in the context of magical artefacts and you.

Because he grew up so unloved, he can’t really conceptualise himself as worthy of being loved, and the fact that girls fawn over him because of his looks just makes him despise them more.

Growing up under constant criticism has also made him a highly critical (and self-critical) person. He would tell you exactly what’s wrong with you, and it wouldn’t even be out of meanness, it would just be as normal as remarking about the weather.

When he actually hurts your feelings at one point, it is the first time he even notices that about himself and wonders whether he should correct it.

He decides that yes, he should, because it was the horrible muggle women at Wool’s Orphanage that made him that way and that his hyper-critical way of thinking is a parasite instilled by them rather than a natural characteristic of himself.

The more he thinks about this, the less he likes it, because what is his real self, after all? Can he even know anymore? What would’ve he been like if he had grown up like all his other peers?

But this just leads him to hate his useless Gaunt relatives and the callous muggle side of the family more.

If he’s remotely fond of anyone, it’s his Uncle Ominis.

Without getting sentimental, he finds more enjoyment in the company of animals than of people, wizards or not. Animals don’t judge, don’t complain, don’t make it painfully clear they’d rather be anywhere else but in his presence. Animals just accept him as he is.

Which means that he excels at Beasts class, being on par with Rubeus Hagrid in spite of being a skinny little city boy with delicate hands.

The girls take this as a sign that he’s such a gentle, caring person. They don’t realise he’d rather pet a Kneazle than spend time with them.

You would be an exception, of course, because his being good with animals would not surprise you at all. Of course Tom is good at everything.

Has encountered all the snakes on Hogwarts grounds by his second year and stays informed on snake society gossip.

He may or may not ask little grass snakes to follow you around and report back to him if you’re seeing any other boys.

He’s more than once fallen asleep while reading.

Keeps himself awake while studying at night by sucking on sour candies.

Doesn’t like mornings. Doesn’t like evenings. Hates every single day that he’s alive. Lives out of spite, mostly.

Likes night time though, because he can sneak into the Restricted Section.

Pretends he’s ignorant of most muggle devices, like cars and radios, in the hope that his Slytherin colleagues will be more accepting of him.

Physically, a very skinny boy. His elbows hurt after laying them on the desk for hours and hours while writing. His hip bones show. He can count his own ribs. He doesn’t feel very confident about his body, so he decides to pay no attention to it.

His hands and feet are always cold. His body can never muster up enough blood that he could blush. He gets papercuts easily and heals quite slowly.

It takes him months to realise — during a random moment while he’s pouring himself a cup of pumpkin juice — that your offering to “kiss it better” was actually flirting.

The first time he got sick was while he was at Hogwarts. While he was at the orphanage, he seemed to have subconsciously known that he couldn’t afford to get sick, so at the first opportunity, his body reacted against everything that had built up in him.

He’s good at maintaining his health once he gets it back, mainly for practical reasons: the healthier he is, the more he can spend time studying.

The first time he’s invited to a wealthy friend’s home for spring break, he realises he hates wizards almost as much as he hates muggles. The parents in turn admire him for his good grades, are envious of him for his bloodline, and talk down to him because of his mixed blood and his growing up poor.

For the first time, Tom doesn’t feel any more at home in the magical world than in the muggle world. He has a touch of an existential crisis over it for a few weeks before he just channels that into feeling more angry and determined to beat them all at their own game (magic)

He ignores your encouragement, along with everyone else’s, that he should be employed by the Ministry once he graduates because what he really wants is to teach DADA and “collect” students just like Professor Slughorn did.

And he’s kind of surprised that you stick by him anyway and move into a squalid flat on Knockturn Alley when he gets that soul-sucking job at Borgin and Burkes instead.

#Tom Riddle #Tom Riddle headcanons #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;headcanons #HP

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cvntyworld · 3 days

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OUR FALLOUT MASTERLIST

below here you will find all our fics relating to fallout and their respective links, we take turns in writing or editing to come up with good ideas we'll think other readers may like. requests are also allowed so do not be shy in asking anything, anonymous is on if you're feeling shy or don't want people to see your account, we've all been there.

what we do write: we will write literally anything that we put our minds to, whether it be something cute or something a little more extravagant, ask away and we will do our best with what we are given. we don't just post requests as we also have ideas of our own that's just as fun to share with those interested.

what we don't write: everyone has their comfort zone in writing and we often like to step out of it and take a chance but some things we just won't write for, when it comes to our account we want everyone to feel like they can be comfortable with what they're reading so we draw the line at things such as r*pe, sexual assault, abusive relationships, in the past we have had the odd request for those type of things but they're never ever written and won't be accepted if requested.

LUCY MACLEAN

WAR OF THE WORLDS

summary: in which a friendly yet naive to the wastelands vault dweller, offers some useful advice to a survivor that doesn't trust easy and thought vault dwellers were some myth that died out long ago. for once they decide to put their lack of trust on hold and give lucy maclean a single chance at accompanying them cross the wastelands, an offer of safe travel, because anyone who's anyone knows that vault dwellers don't survive for long up here and the small part of kindness left feels the need to help.

SUGAR AND SPICE

summary: you didn't know what it was about the vaultie that had you keeping a closer eye on her, maybe it was a protective instinct, how naive she was up on the surface compared to how she is in her vault. you'd known about peoples hatred towards the vaults and she stuck out like a sore thumb, and usually you would ignore it, let them be eaten alive by the harsh truth of the surface, so why you were protective of her was a mystery even to lucy maclean herself.

THE GHOUL / COOPER HOWARD

KLEPTO

summary: you had a rule to being a thief, do not ever get caught and you were doing well until you decided to be a little more bold and steal from a ghoul, snatching away a ring he was carrying in his pocket and lets just say that he wanted it back, too bad you'd already sold it.

NO REFUNDS ↑ PART TWO TO KLEPTO

summary: after finding the culprit behind his stolen ring, the ghoul decides to take you with him for a visit to your local pawn shop to get it back, to hell with the no refund policy, there's always option two.

MAXIMUS

WASTELAND SURVIVAL GUIDE

summary: you didn't trust easy, but the unconscious man on your porch was way too pretty to let die, and you were way too curious as to why someone from that cult known as the brotherhood would have collapsed on your door in need of help and expecting you to help was an even more insane point of view.

#fallout #fallout tv show #fallout tv series #cooper howard #lucy maclean #maximus

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fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma · 6 months

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they won :)

#sokka and katara #sokka and katara fanart #atla #atla fanart #water hazard siblings #there’s just so much I have to say about these two #but I’ll stay context specific #something about the fact that Sokka and Katara both won their respective battles #not even knowing whether the other is alive #not knowing if they’d lost another family member #but when they see each other all injuries are forgotten #they run even though they’re hurt and tired #the hug they share is one of relief #they don’t have to say anything because the unspoken #‘thank spirits you’re alive. thank spirits I didn’t have to lose another person.’#is clear to both of them #I have a lot of feelings okay

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hypogryffin · 1 year

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side-by-side

#persona 3 #p3 #mitsuru kirijo #p3 aigis #i have THOUGHTS and FEELINGS about the potential of mitsuai as a dynamic #emotions even #just. listen. they are the only two who can never stop fightjng shadows. who will never have peace and never leave the other world behind #everyone else has a choice. maybe akihiko doesnt feel like he does maybe he feels like he has to get stronger and keep figjting #so that no one he knows will ever get hurt again. but its a DECISION on his part to stay fighting shadows. and everyone else has left their #fighting days behind. but aegis and mitsuru??#aegis is a shadow suppression unit. she was created to fight shadows and even if she has a life and feelings and friends she will never #NOT be a robot made to fight and kill shadows. she can never stop. it is a part of her forever.#and mitsuru theoretically has a choice but. does she really? does she really? the moment she awoke to her persona she was cursed #now as the last kirijou alive she has a burden no one else could possibly bear. no one can take responsibility for her grandfathers sins.#nor for her fathers. nor for every person who worked at kirijou ergonomics no matter their innocence. no one but her.#she cant stop fighting shadows until the kirijou name is clear of guilt. and that will never happen until shadows stop existing #everyone else who survived sees have the option to put their weapons down. whether they choose it is on them but they CAN choose #mitsuru and aegis will never be so lucky #just. G-D! G-D! gnaws my arm off

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anarchy-and-piglins · 2 months

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On that same note: I MISS TECHNOBLADE

#i always miss him but the last few weeks I've been hit with even more missing him #and yes I do know that a lot of bad stuff going on lately would still have happened whether he died or not #like the state of world politics or the rise of AI art or the alt right taking over or the LITERAL GENOCIDES #nor would he have much influence on other CC being terrible people #but maybe I just relate Techno being alive to things being calmer #and the fandom being thriving and active and SBI making content #and just all that stuff that made my life a little less bleak...

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rystiel · 7 days

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#i’m not answering this one because. idk LMFAO #both are tragic #on one hand #the doctor will never love jack as much as jack loves the doctor #sucks but. it’s true lol #ianto loves jack so much but he’s only a moment in jack’s life #no matter how much jack wants ianto to be more than just a moment in time they really didn’t know each other too long #yknow. considering how long jack’s life is #(if we ignore that period of time jack was buried alive at least)#(but even then it’s not a long time in the span of jack’s life)#which also sucks #the doctor will always be out there throughout jack’s life which kind of gives him something to hold on to #like he told her when they reunited in season 12. he’ll always be there if the doctor needs him #so it’s like. hm #do we go for the long lasting ship or the more requited ship??#either way jack doesn’t get to keep either of them in his life lmfao #whether they die (rip ianto i miss u) or they ditch him or something 💀#i’m literally just rambling here sorry #lmfao #torchwood #doctor who #doctorjack #ninejack #tenjack #thirteenjack #janto #captain jack harkness #ik there r other jack ships but idc. these r The jack ships to me (not including doctorjackrose)

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saeshiraw · 8 months

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tired girl hours i’m just ranting bcos i don’t have enough time to cry

#tw rant #studying med is no joke. ik it was gonna be a commitment n that it wasnt gonna be easy n i thought i was prepared but im not #its my passion. i love what im studying and ive dedicated myself to this path but i just. its so hard n i just want to cry. everyday feels #so tiring. morning to night classes. when i get home i have to read 4 chapters MINIMUM n the books are so thick + exams almost everyday #i feel worse knowing there’s this 1 girl in my friend group that cant decide whether she likes me or not. one moment shes complimenting me #n asking where i get my outfits or my nails done or my earrings or whatever then praising me that i probably study the least out of everyone #yet still reach high student rankings but its not that im lazy im just so exhausted n its hard to have motivation... lowkey envy how my #friends study minimum 4 hours a day. we’re all tired n sleep deprived. even taking 30mins to eat makes me feel guilty. cant even watch 1 ep #of an anime bcos ill be thinking about the amount of work to do. and i have sm plans. i wanna be more active and have a healthier lifestyle #but i cant find it in me to wake up every 5am to go to the gym when i just wanna get as much sleep when im lucky to finish my studies today #i also dont see my bestest friends everyday anymore. some of us move to diff unis or some in diff majors. i just miss them so bad it hurts #and i miss the girl i used to be when i still had time and energy to indulge in my hobbies. i miss playing genshin and writing fics #just when i got back to writing and enjoyed it LOVED IT i had to go back to uni. i feel terribly lonely even when im always with people #im afraid ill completely lose grasp of the little things that make me happy bcos the weight of my responsibilities are heavier #im afraid ill be too focused on success again like i was when i was 17 and forget that its okay to relax too but idk #and i wanna meet more people make more friends have new experiences. i wanna feel alive again. and theres sm i wanna talk to or get to know #but im so afraid of people hurting me or disappointing me or people getting to know me only for the friendships to fail or we’ll dislike eac #h other. i wanna date and fall in love again and experience the romance my peers have. i wanna have someone to call my own person but the fe #ar of having someone only to lose them someday scares the hell outta me. im not ready for another heartbreak so i isolate myself and watch #people from afar. uni gives me sm freedom to do everything else and form my own identity but i dont wanna be Perceived. I wanna be heard and #seen n connect with people. but w my curreny state idt i can handle being vulnerable with others. it feels so lonely that the things i want #are out of my rrach but idt i can manage my time to meet new people and make new memories. i console myself by shopping a lot and going to #spas to relax yet i still find it hard to sleep. im afraid im wasting my time. im not as brave as i used to be. im not as efficient as i was #i get older and more tired and while i never questioned if studying med was the path i want i do question what will happen next #“is this all im ever going to be?” im good at what i do but day by day i lose sight of tje girl who knew how to laugh n smile. ik what makes #me happy but i rarely smile genuinely anymore. im so tired and want to sleep for a long time but i dont wanna fail. i dont wanna be NOT good #but it makes me cry when i know i can do many great things but i dont feel loved. people compliment me but dont approach me bcos they say im #intimidating or that im too quiet in class. i wish i could tell them i wanna join their parties too or i wanna meet their friends n hangout #but what if it doesnt work out? what if i wasted my time getting to know someone id eventually regret? what if im the disappointing one?#the days are getting shorter but it always feels like a long day. im ashamed to admit i want someone to hold me yet refuse to have anyone

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speedruntechnically · 1 year

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I think hell might have killed god

#look. this isn’t founded on much the idea sort of just sprang out of nowhere but. listen #ultkl has multiple instances of creations killing their creators and inferiors killing their superiors #humanity was killed by machines. it’s own creations.#v2. the ‘superior’ model. was killed by its own predecessor v1 #gabriel experiences his first two defeats at the hands of something he clearly views as inferior #the council. potentially the only beings other than god to have a high status than gabriel. are killed by him #so if god made hell and later came to hate and regret it. and hell is alive whether intentionally or not #it wouldn’t be out of place for it to have killed. it’s own creator #maybe all of this should have been in the body of the post but it’s too late I’m not retyping it. read my tags boy #or perhaps hell and god are in some ways the same person #ultkl also has a lot of focus of transformation. prime souls and gabriels change of heart and even swordsmachine and mindflays and ferrymen #perhaps it is his corpse or hell is an extension of him. I don’t know I’m kind of rambling at this point #whatever. look at my theory boy #mine #ultrakill

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crazyw3irdo · 6 months

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Trink or treat :3

Can i ask for a deer in headlights?

deer in headlights has gotta be in like, the top 20 coolest symbolisms/metaphors/iconography/whatever to invoke in art

#crazwaz posted #audience participation #crazy's art #it’s just like. there’s so much about it yknow #a machine you’ve never seen before and could easily kill you appears #it’s entrancing #are you drawn to it? terrified? it’s blinding you but you can’t stop staring #it could kill you. it almost did. maybe it will. but you can’t move. it’s still. and so are you. waiting for each other to make the first #move. your heart thuds in your chest and you wish it was instead the thudding of your hooves running away but you are stock still #you see no eyes no teeth no claws. what does this beast desire? it did not pounce when it had the chance. perhaps it is satiated #but perhaps it is hungry. you don’t know. you can’t know. it’s unfathomable. no living thing looks like this #is it even living? it moves. it growls. it lies in wait for you. whether it is alive or no it doesn’t matter. it can kill you.#why can’t you move? do you even want to move? have you accepted your fate? do you know it could catch you?#you know it’s swift. you are too. but you know you can’t outrun it. do you wish to die without becoming exhausted?#is it an honor to die knowing you avoided doing something you never could achieve? or is it an honor to have at least tried?#does it want to kill you? it’s had it’s time now. any lesser predator would have torn you to shreds by now and yet it still lies in wait.#do you want for it to kill you? no. that can’t be it. but then why are you still here? staring?#are you entranced by some unworldly thing- by the beast’s power- or by your own free will?#it stands still and so do you. why does it? you are afraid- or you have accepted- or something else yet- but what of it?#is it afraid of you?#….anyway my fursona is a deer so i nearly drew them in headlights as a goof but decided against it :3

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glacierbash · 1 month

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Whenever I draw/write Iverelle’s dark knight shit, I want the vibes to change from whatever aesthetic ffxiv typically has to what if you merged fucked up horror shit with a beautiful bishie love interest. Except instead of a pretty boy gifting flowers and being surrounded by cherry blossom petals, it’s a beautiful lesbian aroused by murder and bloodshed. You know.

#sorry I’m being bold right now.#but like. dark knight is so romantic to me. so of course I’ll fuck it up.#what is self love if not having a shadow self that holds all your hatred for everybody and everything #what is self love if not this hateful and awful thing having a soft spot for you and you alone.#but even then they’ve been so warped by the feelings you repress that their love is just as visceral as their hate.#what if this thing that hates has a face only you can see and it’s your face and when you ask why. it tells you:#that it chose this face because it loves you so much it wants to be you forever. even after you think you’ve healed.#what if this shadow clone would bring you the head of not just your enemies but your friends if you wished.#what if this hatred kept you alive because it loved you. and what if you use that love to love another.#what if this thing holds your darkness so that you can be the light. what if it’s the darkness so you can be the hero.#what if it saves you so you can save others. what if it didn’t know whether it was in love with or obsessed with you.#WHAT IF IT DIDNT CARE.#what if you were scared by the way it loves you because it loves you like a rabid dog.#(and you are scared because that’s the way you love too.)#oc: iverelle vauvenelle

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deadwar-a · 6 months

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DRABBLE / HEADCANON : S.OAP & GR.AVES / TANK.

basically, it's time i did it. so have it.

Graves is a hard motherfucker to kill, and even more so with a fucking tank. Soap manages his way through the training area, his shoulder is still screaming with every pull up and drop he does. He finds the C4 laying around in boxes scattered across the place, doing his best to ignore the sarcasm and threats Graves tries to make through their comms.

The bitterness that rises in the back of his throat with each remark builds, chest burning as he throws himself into overdrive. He’s running and jumping across platforms, shooting down Shadows as he does. These were his friends. Graves was his fucking friend.

“You got a healthy disrespect for authority, Soap. I like that about you…” Graves’ voice almost sounds chipper, teasing as he rounds a corner.

“You’re Shepherd’s lapdog.” Tears prick at his eyes and he does his best to control his voice, hiding the crack of it under the guise of running. “You get paid to break the rules.”

Another C4, another detonation. This one rings his ears, arm coming up to shield his face from debris as he makes it to another setup. He grabs another piece of C4 and the few armor plates he sees, tucking them about his gear for protection as he dives back out into the open, ducking behind a wall briefly before he’s moving again.

“You’re on the short road to hell now, son. I told you to go home, but you didn’t listen.” Soap almost hears a hint of regret behind his tone, but he doesn’t let it sink in. Graves doesn’t regret a goddamn thing.

“You’ll hang for this.” It comes out rough, graveled by the burning and disgust in his throat. He feels like throwing up.

“Knock that honor shit off, Johnny.” Oh, that does Soap in immediately. Johnny. He remembers when he let Graves call him that a few times, always rolling his eyes and telling him to shut up. But he never listened. Graves never fucking listens. “I’ll be sippin’ tequila, forgettin’ where I buried your ass in a week. That goes for both of you. Can you say the same?”

No, he can’t. He knows this is the last one. He knows that only one more pack of C4 is going to blow this thing up. He knows he has to do it. He hates him with his entire being and the Shadows have killed several of his friends, along with innocent people. Soap climbs his way up the stairs, clutching the last pack of C4 before he eyes the tank and tosses it, hitting detonation immediately. He hits the roof as it explodes, shielding his head from falling debris.

When it’s clear, he takes one look at it and suddenly the bitterness turns to bile and he’s pulling up the mask to vomit on the broken wood beside him. He coughs a few times before he hears Rudy call his name then he wipes his mouth and pulls the mask back into place, climbing down.

“You did it, Soap.”

“You and me, hermano.” He reaches over to gently tap Rudy’s shoulder, watching the flames overtake the rest of the tank and heaviness overtake his entire body.

“Brought a gun to a tank fight…” It gets a tired, light-hearted huff from Soap.

“Yeah, we did.”

They radio in, confirming Graves’ death to both Ghost and Alejandro.

Soap and Rudy gather the Vaqueros around the area, making sure they’re safe and secure. He pushes his thoughts to the back of his mind as they do because the mission comes first. He’s been trained for this and he knows how to compartmentalize for the time being.

Suddenly, there’s a radio from Price about the missile in Chicago and they’re moving, meeting them at the airstrip as they throw Valeria in the truck and say their goodbyes.

All too quickly, they’re on the plane to Chicago and Price gives them a couple of hours to rest, to catch their breath before they move on to a new plan. He knows they need their heads for this, and it’s going to be a few hours before they’re in Chicago anyway.

Soap is uncharacteristically quiet. Having sat down in his designated unassigned seat, he breathes. He leans his head back against the cool metal of the plane and fucking breathes. It’s the first time he’s been able to since… Well, it’s been a few days. Price asks if he’s alright and all he responds with is ‘ aye ’, nothing more.

He can feel the weight on his chest, thoughts creeping back up, but he shoves them back down the best he can. His chest aches. It feels like it's on fire with the emotion threatening to burst it wide open. He feels the way his throat closes up, the way his leg hasn't stopped bouncing since he sat down. If he stops now, however, every bit of emotion he's worked so hard to keep back will start pouring out in waves and he doesn't know if he'd be able to make it stop.

Graves was his fucking friend. A man he clicked with those few years ago. A man he trusted with his life.

#death tw #ask to tag.#* 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 / headcanon .#u can take their relationship in any context u want #u can argue this that and the other but at the end of the day #soap genuinely cared for graves #he was close to him and it showed quite a bit #like i've said before.#soap feels things with everything he's got #if he loves you. whether platonic or otherwise. he's giving his all #so he didn't want to kill him. even after everything. not really #(and later we find out he's alive but soap doesn't know that yet here. i'll write that later)

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