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marigoldendragon · 2 days
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They were cleaning up glass for an hour.
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sunderwight · 1 month
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I actually love it in fics when Shen Yuan looks a lot like Shen Qingqiu, because of the sheer comedic effect of contrasting that with Shen Yuan in his own head going "hmm nah this face is totally different" and sticking to that.
Possible explanations for this include:
Shen Yuan is very faceblind, so he thinks he looks different from Shen Qingqiu because everything around his face is different.
Shen Yuan did notice a suspiciously strong resemblance to the original scum villain, but his subconscious immediately decided that it did not like ANY of the possible explanations for that and so he instead fixated on the minor differences until he convinced himself that they were major ones. This happened almost instantaneously.
Shen Yuan's dislike of the original Shen Qingqiu was so strong he downgraded his looks and distanced himself from acknowledging anything positive about him, including any shared resemblance, because he was determined not to accidentally approve of the hated scum villain.
Transmigration is so jarring that Shen Yuan legitimately only noticed what was different about his "new" body, because anything similar was ignored as normal.
The mirrors in PIDW world suck. Shen Yuan assumes Shen Qingqiu looks significantly different because the fuzzy reflection has a stronger jawline. The plant body doesn't, which is why he decides it actually does look more like his old body and then tries to glue a beard over it.
Shen Yuan is so inclined to fixate on the details of other men's looks that he has no ability to assess his own. This is also part of his labyrinth of subconscious defense mechanisms against identifying uncomfortable truths about himself. Can't acknowledge what's going on with you if you turn your own sense of self into a big blind spot!
Shen Qingqiu did look different from Shen Yuan when Shen Yuan first transmigrated in, but gradually over time his features have been physically shifting to resemble Shen Yuan's more and more. The system makes sure no one notices by just as gradually convincing them that Shen Qingqiu has always looked this way. It would be spooky, if anyone involved could actually perceive the change.
Shen Yuan and Shen Qingqiu look different in terms of technical features, but they make a lot of the same facial expressions and have a lot of the same mannerisms, so unless they're just standing still and not doing anything they strongly "resemble" one another.
For some reason Shen Yuan is actually seeing a different face from the one everyone else is seeing.
Everyone in PIDW world looks kind of similar because there are only so many ways to interpret Shang Qinghua's recycled flowery descriptions that all essentially gave 90% of the population the same handful of conventionally attractive features, and Shen Yuan doesn't notice his resemblance to Shen Qingqiu because it's not that much greater than his resemblance to anyone else.
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hanafubukki · 7 months
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You must have really ticked off someone in your past life.
There was no other explanation.
Because how else would you explain your current situation?
Not only had you somehow ended up in the past, which your mind was still trying to make sense.
The past, not a dream, but the past.
You stared at the person in front of you before looking towards your hands.
If it was anyone else, you would have an inkling of how to deal with them.
General Lilia, done, been there and survived his dream self and know his future cute self very well.
Baul Zigvolt…you would eventually wear him down like you did his grandson.
Hell even with Meleanor Draconia, you would somehow be able to deal with her. If dealing with Malleus and Lilia’s dream world gave any indication.
But this…
A glass came into view.
“Here, have some water.”
You numbly took the glass that was offered to you, barely glancing up.
You took a sip and the man in front of you nodded his head in that oh so familiar manner that almost had you choking on water. It made your heart ache at the familiar actions.
He turned back around to talk to his colleague.
This man?
Well, he was the Knight of Dawn of course.
…of course.
You were fucking screwed.
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Part 2 and Part 3 (each part takes place after some time has passed) or can be read as a stand-alone.
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d6volution · 6 months
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oh??? how interesting
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cyber-corp · 3 months
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What happens in the slight chance that I meet a mutual IRL? Do we just….violently vibrate in each others direction?
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turtleblogatlast · 6 months
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[ cw: death mention / immortality mention / imprisonment mention / torture implied / ]
I think one of the reasons why I love to explore the idea of the Prison Dimension and especially Leo being trapped there for considerably longer than canon is that, well, literally anything is possible. Time could pass the same or it could pass faster or it could pass slower or it could go so slow for years and at random outshoot earth by half a decade or vice versa like-?? It’s such a malleable concept.
And I think that very same malleability is what makes it so horrifying.
Because you can toy with the concept of death to its utmost there. You can choose to keep it as with the outside’s reality, where death by injury or sickness or even old age may occur. Or you can assume it is a place that simply won’t let its prisoners die, and that whoever enters is doomed to eternal life in endless void. Or even still, maybe you can die, but you’re rewound, or your soul can’t escape (or is kept there), and now you’re in a cycle, back and forth between life and death.
That doesn’t even touch upon whether the inhabitants can age, or grow, or if they need sustenance, or sleep, or if there’s any other life in there at all aside from who you’re thrown in with. And, if there is other life, is that life friendly? And could you even come across it in the vastness of the space?
How big is the Prison Dimension, even? If you went forward one direction for as long as you could, would you never run out of space, or would it cycle you back around to the other side? Gravity seems to be both there and not, so I wonder if the dimension is random in regard to how that works.
And, further, I wonder about the possibility of the dimension being even slightly sentient, and the potential horror that could imply.
The Prison Dimension is an endlessly fascinating concept to me, and the thought of Leo being trapped there, and not getting out when he did…that’s horror, really and truly.
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robertdowneyjjr · 7 months
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a soulmates au where your words only show up after you’ve met your soulmate. sort of like an insurance policy, you know, so you’re not left wondering whether every other person you meet is the one if your words are too generic.
in this universe, captain america has been recovered and active for several years now. he runs missions and saves the world with his ragtag team of superheroes formed by SHIELD. steve's become a celebrity, which he doesn't love, but it's something he learns to live with because that's life for public figures in the 21st century.
tony never became iron man because he walked away from his father's legacy the second he turned 18. he and howard are still working on their relationship, but maria couldn't be prouder and tells tony so everyday. he built his own company from the ground up and it's thriving under his leadership. he's only marginally famous these days and he tries his best to stay out of the limelight, guarding his private life as much as possible. that's how it's been for twenty years and he's happy.
they meet on a day when steve is tired, irritable and angry. he's just returned from a mission where two of his teammates were injured because of the faulty information they received. he goes out on a walk to let off some steam and he's just slipping his phone back into his pocket after rejecting fury's fifth call for a debrief when he slams right into tony.
tony was having a good day. he'd just sent out a new set of designs and decided to reward himself for it. he goes and gets himself a fresh, delicious, life-affirming cup of coffee and is just stepping out of the cafe with aforementioned cup when a walking brick wall comes out of nowhere.
good news is, tony had ordered a cold brew. once every few weeks that's just what he's in the mood for and it had been one of those days. bad news is, instead of drinking it he is now wearing it.
sticky and cold and more than a little shocked, tony barely has time to recover and figure out what happened when steve starts tearing into him.
“god damn it, watch where the fuck you’re going! that could have spilled all over me! idiot!” steve yells at tony. and on a normal day, he’d be apologetic and he’d never curse like this at a stranger. but he really didn’t need yet another thing to go wrong today and he’s on a short fuse.
maybe later, when he’s calmed down, he’ll think back on the cute man with the giant brown eyes staring at him in disbelief and start beating himself up over how he behaved.
at the moment, all tony can do is look at steve’s pristine white t-shirt that somehow has not a single drop of coffee on it, then look back down at his own chest. he has no words except, “wow. you’re a fucking asshole.” and he just turns around and walks away.
tony gets home and strips off for a rinse before he gets ready for his flight to london for a week of meetings. all the while he can’t help but think that angry blond man looked vaguely familiar and he can’t place where he knows him from. he doesn’t notice the new string of words tattooed down the side of his thigh until he’s in his hotel room half a day later.
meanwhile, steve gets home after his walk, after he’s checked on his teammates, after sitting with fury for three long hours to debrief, and finally washes the day off of him. before he gets into the shower, he notices something different about his reflection.
along his left bicep are the words, wow. you’re a fucking asshole.
he thinks back on the cute man with the big brown eyes and a chest full of coffee and wonders how in the hell he can fix this mess.
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ingravinoveritas · 4 months
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So, in honor of David hosting the BAFTAs this year, The Guardian is soliciting questions for him to answer, and I just needed to share a selection of them...
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(Sharing this last one only because the secondhand embarrassment is so strong, and why would you even ask David this. Also agreeing with someone else who said this question is so clearly made for Michael Sheen...)
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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 6 months
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He was shocked to feel an abrupt push on his back and he stumbled off the sidewalk and into the dark between two houses, startled and confused. The yelp he'd let out gave Daryl some satisfaction and soon the archer had him pressed up against the siding, trapped between the wall and Daryl's elbow.
"What the hell, man?!" he barked, but he didn't struggle under Daryl's hold.
"Ya need to listen to me. The only reason yer still breathin' is because of Y/N. Tha's it. 'M watchin' ya and if ya put one fuckin' toe outta line, I will bury you in a place nobody will ever find ya. Got it?" Daryl growled through his teeth.
He gulped and nodded, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender. Daryl's fighting abilities were legendary and he didn't doubt his words one bit. "G—got it."
"Good," Daryl spat, finally withdrawing his elbow and allowing him to leave. His sharp blue eyes followed him until he was out of sight.
Prompt: "You need to listen to me. The only reason you're still breathing is because of Y/N."
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sorcerous-caress · 4 days
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she's trying her best...on the wrong account
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skoff-the-artist · 1 year
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Free health-care
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kadextra · 2 months
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I think q!tubbo and q!bad (when he resurrects next) could make each other worse. I believe they could do it
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tofuingho · 1 year
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Since my brain is still stuck on soulmates:
DP x DC has a huge potential for name-on-body shenanigans/angst. Especially with all of the secret identities and adoptions.
Imagine: The reason Danny is bullied is because everyone knows he doesn't have a soulmate name. Then one day, it suddenly appears (Conner, Jason, or one of the other clones).
Or: Some spends their whole life thinking they don't have a soulmate, until they wake up with Danny Phantom on their arm (Damian, Tim, Dick, Kaldur, Raven or Starfire. Or Klarion!).
Or: Someone grows up with Danny's name on their body. One day it suddenly turns black (or whatever other color you want to signify death). Maybe they're upset, maybe not. But then it changes back to blue (or whatever). From that point forward it's constantly changing back and forth. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive. (Tim, Jason, Raven or Garfield)
Or: The name comes in on a significant birthday (16/18), but the spot it comes in on has damage, so all they can see is the name Danny (Cyborg).
Or: Danny is trans/adopted and the person has his birth name written on them and won't give him a chance because they think he's not their soulmate (any Batfam. They're paranoid.)
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sp1nney · 1 year
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If Coral kids doesn't happen I will be deeply disappointed. Imagine this picture as Martyn trying to bribe Scott to help him to shore.
"I offer flowers and friendship in hopes you might perhaps push my boat to shore"
"And return my broken paddle"
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*party night in the lov hideout*
mr. compress: *looking at hawks and dabi* hey guys, i’m not saying anything but i bet you wouldn’t do the dragon together
hawks and dabi: *a little bit drunk, exchanges knowing looks*
dabi: hold our sake
*a few moments later*
hawks: *flying over the city and holding dabi in his arms* IT WAS THE BEST IDEA EVER!
dabi: *throwing blue flames on the city below* HIGHER BIRDIE! HIGHER!
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fiprobsreblogsalot · 3 months
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A PUPPY IS BORN MY SKIN IS CLEARED MY CROPS ARE WATER I AM SCREAMING THROWING UP LOSING MY MIND
I was literally talking about Sam's disappearance like yesterday and today??? PRAYERS ANSWERED I WANT TO KISS GOD
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