#still its a good prompt

[tuzesdays]

A prompt request from @shirajellyfish over discord!! thanks for helping me realize that my dumb blog decided to use dumb roman numerals instead of actual numbers, my god why. but ANYWAY.

12. oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind

WORDCOUNT: 1,264 | Fluff | Small spoilers for Dayshift, Youtube song link at the end

You’ve made a habit of breaking into Parts and Service during the evening.

After meeting the mechanics and technicians of the plex, you’ve come to the conclusion that only one could pose a genuine threat, and guess what, they’re already on your side. The rest – bastard techs, but otherwise nice people to their fellow humans – either think that you’re safe to let wander on account of your security clearance or think you don’t care. It took a lot less work than you thought it would to get to this point, but no way are you complaining.

The underbelly of the plex is still a dark and winding labyrinth, but you at least know where you’re going. One wrong turn could take up hours of your time, but on top of the way to P&S that you already know, you’ve found the rooms where the nighttime S.T.A.F.F. bots charge and a few interesting storage rooms full of things that could be useful in the long run.

At the moment, though, you’re making your way through the tunnels.

Passing another seemingly random pile of junk, you sigh and shake your head at it. The plex used to have a whole legion of human employees before S.T.A.F.F. got up and running, and there’s a suspicion in the back of your mind that every one of these piles are a result of those former employees just… putting things wherever.

Disorganized. Typical for FazCo, but still irritating. You won’t bother with the stuff any further than where your curiosity takes you – this is solidly their problem. They’re capable of hiring someone to do the work.

There’s not much noise down here to distract you from your surroundings, and usually that’s a good thing. The high-pitched buzz of the lights (still far too dark, but they weren’t even working the first time you went to P&S so you’ll let it slide), the hum of machinery echoing from above, the – still fucking scary and startling but also normal – hissing of pipes and steam, it’s all familiar now.

It’s also boring as fuck.

You like to think of yourself as a simple person with simple needs, one of those being: the ability to alleviate boredom. There’s no Sun, Moon, or tech to make conversation with now, so you’ll have to fill the silence yourself.

(It helped the first time you came here, jumping at shadows armed with only a flashlight. Spring and a Storm was the song you settled on, and it got you all the way to where you had been going.)

Humming a melody, you try and figure out what songs sticks best at the moment.

“One October came around just to shake the sky and move the ground, strongly insist the winds should up and change,” you fill the beat between lyrics with a ‘ba-ba-bum’, tapping along against the material of your pants. “It knocked down walls, and bridges too, and it reached more people than we knew, and it left with nothing really left the same.”

Your voice lifts, confident in the knowledge that, this late at night, there shouldn’t be anyone wandering these halls but you. Actually you wouldn’t be surprised if Moon’s first security patrol has come and gone by now – the plex has been ‘closing’ earlier these days, even if the doors stay unlocked until midnight. He’s probably wondering where you’ve gone, but… honestly there’s only a few places you’d even care to go. You doubt they’re too worried.

“You called it the reckoning, and your voice came through unquestioning – you said the universe is trembling don’t you know, don’t you know, cause you felt it coming long before I walked you through your own front door and spent ‘just one night’ on your floor… for a few nights in a row,” you smile around the words, the tune playing in your head so loudly that it may as well be in your ears. “Chaaaange ain’t so sudden, it just hiiiiiides as it’s comin’. Is this change or fruition of some hope and ambition – is this aaaaaall repercussions, was it groooown out of somethi—AUGH OH MY FUCKING-!”

A large hand pokes your shoulder, startling the absolute shit out of you so badly that you nearly trip turning around to face- “MOON.”

“Language.”

“Stop,” you wave your arms at him – seriously, how dare he just be standing there after giving you the fright of your life for the tenth fucking time- “doing that, dude! You’re gonna give me heart problems!”

“Sorry.”

“Are you!?”

“Yes,” he says, which is a surprise. Usually he’s laughing at you by now. “You were singing.”

You sigh, letting the rest of the shock fade from your system. In hindsight, you should probably be grateful he chose to let you know he’s here – he could have been crawling above your head like a damn spider waiting for you to look up. You swear, sometimes it’s like he does things just to hear you shriek. “Yeah, I was.”

Moon takes his place at your side, waving you onward, and you have to crane your neck to keep glaring at him. He is way too fucking tall. “Continue.”

“What, singing?” You roll your eyes and start walking again, glad there’s someone with you now. “I think I’ll leave that to the professionals, thanks.”

It’s clearly a dig at the few times you’ve caught him swaying to one of his own softer melodies, but based on the reaction, he’s not in the mood for teasing. His faceplate clicks to the side, hat following the motion. “You like singing.”

“Do I?”

“Yes.” Very much not in a teasing mood, then. Whatever it is he’s after, he’s pretty insistent on this point. “You hum to Tabitha. You know my lullabies.”

Fuck, you should have known he’s caught you mouthing along to the words of his songs during naptime. Not only is he way too tall, he’s way too observant. That combined with the superior animatronic hearing… ugh. Yeah, you’re caught. “So what? They’re nice.”

“So sing.”

You grin. “Twinkle, twinkle, Twinkletoes—”

Moon grumbles at you with a nudge to your side, which just makes you laugh harder. “What you were singing before.”

“I’m not really one for putting on concerts.”

He stares at you. “Please.”

Ah. That’s… that is not fair.

Despite this, your smile softens with the confusion you feel. “Why do you want to hear it so badly? I’m probably not even singing it right, you could just… I don’t know, look up the actual song and listen to that.”

“Don’t know it. We want to hear you.”

So Sun’s also in on this. Oh boy. “I’m really not a good singer.”

“Don’t care.”

“You can’t even hear the tune I’m trying to match.”

“Please.”

A second please. He can’t possibly know how tempting it is to cave, but he’s asking anyway – you’ve never really heard Moon ask for something without outright demanding it. As Sun would say, ‘he’s so grumpy’, and the things he would casually ask for are either demanded or turned into a game. Actually, you’re almost certain that he’s never asked for the same thing from you twice before.

Should you encourage the kind manners or try and hide how weak you are for them? Decisions, decisions.

“… Fine. But just this once.”

He is right. Singing is something you do when you’re happy.

“Is this all repercussions,” you start again quietly, testing the comfort of it. “Was this grown out of something that we cursed, that we prayed for, that we knew we could wait for…”

#dayshift go figure #writing prompt #x reader #fnaf #fnaf sb #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #sun x reader #moon x reader #this one was cute but i have to restrain myself from making it longer #these are supposed to be EXERCISE not full chapters #still its a good prompt #Youtube #tuz asks

[puppetmaster13u]

Because it is Mermay:

Originally did this art for one of @radiance1 prompts/story ideas, which also gives an idea of colors so.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #my art #prompts #if you wanna use this for inspiration do it #mermay #adult danny #THIS IS NOT SHIPPING #Vlad and Danny are simply fellow eldritch space creatures after leaving their destroyed dimension behind #I am blaming the GIW as they're so stupid that they were planning to nuke the Zone like that is Not a Good Idea #Yes Danny's lower face & throat splits open into a maw that is as dark as a black hole #I wonder if they change to merfolk forms over thousands of years & it results in outsider pov thinking they're evolving or something #but probably not #I like to think that sometimes they appear as unfathomable creatures #other times akin to beautiful animals of the very cosmos #and other times as something between humanoid and creature and something Other #humanoid forms may be smaller than their less humanoid forms but they're still like the size of a moon #If Ellie & Dan were also a thing in this au #I feel like Dan would be some sort of space sun shark- the inside of its maw like a supernova & flames trailing from its fins #and Ellie would be some sort of space-aurora eel (fin-frill like an aurora & body like a galaxy similar to Danny's) #I feel like they'd be at least the size of the Watchtower if they're any smaller than the other two #Very much ancient manifestations of space itself sort of vibes #Void Octopus Vlad #Space Whale Danny #he's not technically an octopus but closest thing he looks like lol #go wild

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Mushroom body

(for @mikkeneko)

#SVSSS #shen qingqiu #mushrooms #body horror #better drawn mdzs #<-tag for higher effort art. At times like this I really wish I chose something else. #What is an October raffle for if not to end off with a little mushroomy body horror? #This one is inspired by my massive disappointment upon discovering that sqq's 'mushroom body' was just....guy shaped. #Come ON where is the fun in that? Why are we being kept from Fungi Amalgamation Monster Loving? #It's not going to stop Luo Binghe! SQQ could be a shapeless lump of slime and LBH and would still be over the moon for him. #Thank you *so* much for the prompt! I had so much fun. I love mushrooms and doing research was a delight! My citation list is long! #Broke my style a bit but I think it was a good choice. I have been trying to practice non-dot eyes more and its slowly coming along! #Also huge congrats mikkeneko for winning Twice In A Row!! #Your odds were a little over 1 in 1000! Lucky you!

[stealingyourbones]

Not sure if this has been suggested before but what do you think about a DP x DC Cross where the JL discover Amity because the "It's Not Gay if he's Dead" joke escapes containment into mainstream? Also I love your blog! You're awesome.

aaaaa thank you sm hun! I really appreciate that :D I'm glad you enjoy my funky lil blog!

And now, I threw this idea at a fellow who is simply me with prompts but even more unhinged and they wrote a thing. I present to you, This:

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Escaping containment implies that the content got leaked somehow. 

Maybe after so long with dealing with ghosts on their own, especially with ghosts that can control and use tech the people of Amity Park decide to self isolate. Phantom and Red Huntress are considered the only main heroes allowed in Amity, one out of pride and two out of concern of a ghost possessing an foreign hero. 

There was a fight and the tech isolation software glitched or a satellite picks up something on accident, letting a small leak occur. Nothing major, just a small joke. 

A blurry photo of a white haired teenager with a fancam like edit around him and the words "It's Not Gay if he's Dead." 

Which on its own wouldn't have taken off very much on the internet, but someone pointed out that the teenager was wearing what was very obviously a hero outfit. Leading to people wondering just who exactly this hero is or was. 

So they dig, and it turns out the “one” leak wasn't the only one to happen. 

The internet finds out there's not just one meme. There's hundreds of them. All originating from a single midwestern city and mostly focused around one person, the white haired teenager that is referred to as Phantom in most memes. 

Theres edits of a female musician with bright blue hair with text saying “that moment when a dead girl is your bisexual awakening” and “Its not a crush on a villian if shes not alive.” 

There's even photos of these slime-like creatures. With dozens of different memes referring to them. Varying from calling them green pigeons, to talking about tossing them like a sports ball.  

Theres even a photo of Dash and most of the football team are wearing group shirts that all say “It's Not Gay if he's Dead” with Phantoms logo on it, half as a joke and half because some of them would definitely date Phantom if they could. 

It's not even the Justice League that finds the jokes first, it's the younger generation of heroes. 

(It's how Tim asks Kon for a date. He sends a meme with Danny getting flunged in the worlds most tumbling superhero pose with the below text "It's not gay if he's dead." Tim immediately sends another text "But it is gay if he's an alien, 10pm picnic date?")

The different memes get passed around, none of them taking them that seriously, until it gets to Batman. One of the memes is sent in the bat group chat by one of the Bat kids to ask Jason about getting group Batburger later. “If your hero’s dead its not gay, it’s just hero worship, even if you want to meet him behind the Nasty Burger.” 

It's the hyper specific wording that gets Batman to look into it. He only finds the memes, nothing else. No town called Amity Park, no hero called Phantom, no trace outside of a reference to a defunct and wiped completely clean government branch and references to a nonexist law. 

This leads him to contact the Justice League, including the JL Dark, for a meeting. 

Surprisingly quite a few members recognize the teen outside of the memes. Flash, Captain Marvel, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, and some of the JLD. The Flash refuses to say anything due to timeline continuum dangers. Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and Martian Manhunter mention someone like him appearing in ancient texts, but nothing beyond that. The JLD that know are physically and contractually unable to say much beyond Phantom being a hero and very important. 

It’s Captain Marvel that genuinely knows anything about him. “That's Danny, he's pretty cool. He's even helped me out a few times!”

The rest of the JL are surprised, Marvel gets more questions and answers some of them. He doesn't share the knowledge that he's helped Billy at handling the whole secret child hero thing, and that he's welcome in Amity. Just enough information to make the League stop looking into Phantom, Ember, Cujo, all of Amity. 

It works, mostly. 

Batman has never been one to let sleeping dogs lie…

-From Bones’ GhostWriter, S.

#Y'all I am still just buffering. you choose GHOSTWRITER AS YOUR ALIAS?! that's far too good of a pun how dare #its one of those puns you're equally like amused and also slightly enraged by ya know? one of those #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #halfcybergremlin #Skeleton in the closet #<that's gonna be the Ghostwriter tag yall #I proposed Bones But Better but they refused :( #its true

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Danny totally kills the Joker

I have a very specific Eldritch!Danny in my head that, even though I've tried drawing before, I can't really get out of my head if you get what I mean

And as a dead on main shipper and a lover of angst I have him do shit that causes problems

Like kill the Joker in a blind rage after an Arkham break out

So it's like this, after a breakout that obviously requires all hands on deck, everyone is eventually re-cuffed and put back in their cells (including the Joker).

Red Hood and Phantom are doing some clean up in the Narrows and it's hard on them. Seeing some kids whose parents died cuz of the clown nearly broke Hood.

Phantom, now well known as Hood's right hand, picks up some of the burden. Helping more then he normally does with some displaced kids and families cuz he can feel Hood breaking down.

It hurts..

After the night/day/whatever is over, they head back home to their appartment and Jason just breaks. Danny's been helping with the pit rage so without all the extra anger crowding him it just sort of crumbles into pain and hurt.

Danny can't stand it

He can't stand to see Jason like this

Jason was his rock, his shoulder to cry on, his partner in crime. He had always been there for Danny when he had panic attacks and couldn't breathe cuz he saw some guy walking down the street in a white suit. Was always telling him it was going to be okay. Had told him things were gonna be alright. And now the roles had switched. Danny comforted Jason for who knows how long. Held him tight till he calmed down and was able to fall asleep. Once Danny was sure Jason would be okay he slipped out of the appartment...

Phantom would not stand for this.

Phantom flew over to Arkham with the intent to "have a little chat" with the Joker. Just ruf him up a bit. Scare him shitless so he'd rethink ever braking out again.

He didn't mean to bash the guys skull in.

He didn't even realize he'd been beating a flattened pound of meat and skull till Batman showed up and pulled him from his mind.

He looked over to where he'd heard his name and saw Batman and Nightwing standing by the door of the cell. Both were wrapped in bandages, some obviously stained in blood from the damage they endured during the breakout.

Dick covered his mouth and stared in horror at the sight of Danny, who he'd been lovingly calling his future brother-in-law for the past 2 months, covered in the Jokers blood. He looked like a staticky, distorted shadow. Three(3) sets of arm all ending with white clawed hands; one pair around the Jokers barely intact neck, another clutching the inmate uniforms chest, the last frozen mid punch. Bruce, having just the slightest ecto-connection from the pit, fought off the screaming in his chest to run and leave the King be.

Bruce slowly approached Phantom. Phantom on the other hand, slowly realized what he'd just done and was starting to panic.

He'd just killed a man

Sure he fucking deserved it but he just....let himself go. Let himself indulge in his rage, be consumed by it. And now the Batman was here to stop him. Would he send him back to the Realms? Would he lock him up, away from anyone he could hurt? Away from Jason?

Phantom flinches when Bruce touches his shoulder. And continues to try and back away when Bruce calls for someone to get a hold of Jason on the coms. What's he doing? Isn't he going to be thrown into a cell? He's dangerous! He could do this again if he wasn't dealt with! Why is Bruce calling for Jason? Does he want to show him the monster he let into his life? Does he want Jason to be the one to do it?

Bruce is talking.

Not Batman, but Bruce, is saying something to him, his name.

Not Phantom

"Danny? Danny!?"

Phantom disappears and isn't seen for two(2) days

Nightwing is the one to find him. In some warehouse, slamming his head into a support beam, yelling at himself that he can't become Dan.

I don't know how to continue this. It was supposed to have a nice hurt/comfort ending but I'm not a fic writer and I don't know how to do that. So feel free to use this as a prompt or something 👻👉🏾👈🏾

Edit: figured I'd add one of the Danny doodles I did a while back cuz it fits. I already posted it a while ago but it feels appropriate here too.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dead on main #ghost king danny #jason todd #fic prompt #idk how to tag this #angst for days #Jason needs to show up and tell Danny everythings gonna be alright #Jason's been dealing with pit rage for years but Danny has never #Danny is not having a good time #Bruce is definitely mad but i like Good dad Bruce and its been a few years since he got Jason back #He's understanding of the situation but is still on edge #Dick is worried for Danny's mental health #he still sees him like a brother #eldritch danny #Dick is a good brother #Jason is very worried about his boyfriend #He also appreciates that Danny saw how hurt he was and immediately responded with “I'll get rid of the issue for you babe”

[courfee]

@jilymicrofics | april 1 - prank | wc 100

“How the fuck do you wordle?” Lily looks up from her phone. “You put in a five letter word, click enter, and work with the information you’re given.” “There’s no other five letter words, this sucks.” “What was your first guess?” “Balls.” Lily stares at James incredulously for a solid minute. “Of course it was.” “Mhm, then adore, briar, kraut and wrack. Just one guess left.” “You got this one.” It’s another minute before James types again, then– “Fuck!” “You didn’t get it?” James shakes his head. “Out of all the words I thought you’d not get, prank wasn’t one!”

#kind of messed up with the prompt here i thought it was the first may prompt and im just posting it a day late #but noooo its the first april prompt and its a solid month late #but yolo i guess #this is so silly #(also we fully sat there for like a good 10 minutes yesterday working with the wordle bot to do hard mode guesses that were still bad) #also james' final guess was frank cause hes stupid #marauders #microfic #my writing #jily microfic #mine #Hp #jily

[witchspeka]

I dont think Mob is naive as much as he's socially unaware, like the reason why he trusts Reigen so blindly is a bit more complex than just him being naive

Cause Mob reached out to Reigen because he was desperate to find someone like him, someone who understood his psychic specific issues, someone that could truly know what he's feeling and going through and give him guidance and support

Post incident Mob's thinking process was something along the lines of my powers hurt people -> my powers are bad -> my powers (my emotions, my instincts, myself) cannot be trusted

So he lost all confidence and trust in his own actions, resigning to being as passive as possible to avoid any further damage to anyone else, thus he started doubting his own perception of reality too

He's a kid already struggling with being ostracised for being socially inept, who just got traumatised and all of his insecurity increased by the tenfold, he doesn't know how to process what he's going through. He needs help.

And here comes Reigen, seemingly reliable, a responsible adult in a child's eyes, someone who claims he can understand him

Even tho Reigen doesnt. But it doesn't matter, because Mob finds comfort in his words and takes them to heart

Even if Reigen doesn't fully get it, even if he doesn't see the bigger picture, even if his advice isn't always the best

Eventually, Mob grows up, realises Reigen isn't as honest as he seemed through his 11 year old perspective, but like most things, he refuses to acknowledge it on a deeper level

Mob knows, but never tells Reigen, never thinks about what all those lies mean to him (ofc until he forces himself to face those doubts regarding Reigen, to properly acknowledge both of their flaws and accept them as they are, I should scream into the void about Confession Arc more God)

Due to his lack of trust in himself, Mob has relied on Reigen for years now to shape his moral compass, his thoughts, his decisions

Because well, Reigen lies, sure, but he isnt a bad person. When he hurts Mob, it isn't intentional or with ill intent, he still wants the best for him, what's the issue?

Except that it stunts Mob's growth. He doesn't develop as a person, doesn't have goals or wishes or ambitions, can't make choices on his own, he doesn't even let himself acknowledge his own emotions, he refuses to let himself exist

But Mob realises in time that he wants more than that, he wants to become better and be independent and feel again

Still, he puts the acknowledgement of the lies on hold for as long as he can, unwilling to question the way things are

This can make him feel a little naive, he constantly relies on Reigen and trusts his decisions and raises questions rarely until separation arc when he finally puts his foot down

And I do think that moment is the most resounding proof we have that Mob knows and allows himself to be used by Reigen, not wanting to shake the status quo, until he gets fed up

I mentioned the social ineptitude at the beggining but idk if I should even elaborate on that, you've watched the show, you know what I mean

He's blunt and can't read social cues or tonality that well and can't speak in front of crowds and is overall pretty awkward and I do think some people conflate that with naivety

Mob is still a child, he doesnt fully understand how the world works at the ripe age of 14 years old, but some folks take that as him being inherently naive/innocent/whatever which I don't find true

#ppl do a similar thing with seri but for different reasons but i do think in his case its worse cause thats a whole ass adult #anyway. i dont think im saying anything new i just wanted to ramble <3 #i missed mobposting what can i say #ik i saw somebody talk about this in a more eloquent way but i doubt i could find the post cause i dont think i rbed it so rip #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #kageyama shigeo #that ova needs to come out already im going insane #cine te a intrebat #also hope i didnt come off as too negative towards reigen or smth #but like. my favourite part of confession is him saying (i didnt know!) LIKE YEAH. U DIDNT. LMAO. #ppl treat him as a bit too reliable sometimes and dont give him a lot of room to grow like Reigen isnt even 30 yet!! he aint that old!! #he still needs to get HIS own shit tgt before giving out advice just saying. also he totally doesnt understand mob fully. how can he?? #he never mentions the incident with ritsu and considering mobs inclination of never telling anyone anything unless prompted #i doubt he knows... like reigen genuinely doesnt know the extent of mobs trauma!! when he said I Didnt Know he meant that shit!!!!!! #which is like. fine. cause to me whats important is how he always wants to protect mob and support him and help him #even if he doesnt always know how. even if advice backfires. hes always there and hes always trying and hes just as human and flawed as mob #himself #ig what im getting at is just that im bothered by the Flavour of reliable adult fandom is giving him. hes a lil pathetic and #fucks up sometimes and thats fiiiiiine. i feel like i talked shit about reigen but i do think hes a good guy and IS reliable just not in the #gives great advice way. but in the Knows How To Talk And Bullshit His Way Through Everything and Has Genuinely Good Intentions (usually) #and will throw away all of his self preservation if the situation requires him to. his advice is good but can be vague idk ONE rlly managed #to balance his pathetic side with his helpful reliable side and i dont think i articulated it the best way but like.... hes simultaneously #pathetic and sad but also the most sane and reliable adult in this show. rant over see u next time byeeee

[skelerangart]

can't think of something for todays prompt so take this ganondorf

#ganondorf #loz totk #totk ganondorf #skeledraw #man biddies #ganondorf from ocarina was like one of my 1st crushes lmao #glad hes still doing good #anyway hopefully i get some inspo on what to draw for todays prompt #im alsoo..... a little too high rn djskhajdka n its making me distracted

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 17: Moral Ambiguity

Despite them being criminals that commit murder

their blood is still on YOUR hands…

#Yuma Month 2024 #rain code #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #pixeldoodles #my art #this one’s boring but I didn’t have other ideas #I know the conflict in ch5 is waaay more morally complicated #but I like to be more simple if I can #so honestly every time yuma feels conflict taking the culprit’s lives from the ML #its a complicated issue #do they deserve death? probably not #will the world be safer without them in it? maybe so. #the whole thing is a morally complicated mess and its so good… #but still this poor thing… I really feel for him… #i can’t draw blood well lmao #i like using darker colors for more serious themes #I have NO idea what to do tomorrow’s prompt x-x

[all-the-bones-ever]

this hit me like a truck

#pinterest #tag ur ocs and/or blorbos #Cecilia Malvera (tma/slaughter oc) #Clarity Roswell (tma/corruption oc) #clarity is the comment #Cadaver wives (tma ocs) #ocs #oc inspo #oc prompt #tma oc #i cant tell if the comment sounds like theyre trying to find the good that was there/still is or if its sarcastic(?) and tdc the crimes #of the other and only care that they love/loved them

[sonknuxadow]

sorry mild hater moment incoming but . idk what it is with s/onadow fans (not all of them. just a very loud subsection) specifically and making every little thing shadow does about s/onadow even if its the biggest reach imaginable and immediately going "omg s/onadow" every time hes confirmed to be in some upcoming thing . or being so obsessed with the ship and letting it warp their perceptions of things so much to the point where they act like every little thing is a hint from sega that theyre in love for real. and they cant admit that its not canon or that just because they choose to interpret certain things romantically doesnt mean that thats actually what sega/the writers intended even if theres an obvious non so/nadow explanation for it

before people take this the wrong way i dont hate the ship i dont think that its completely baseless or that everyone who likes it is wrong and annoying or anything . but some of you look like this if im being honest

#and this isnt all s/onadow exclusive problems for example amy cant be in anything without people making it about so/namy #which is just as annoying. but on tumblr i see the most of this sort of thing from so/nadow fans #and when it comes to gay pairings specifically its ONLY so/nadow i see people act this way over #for example. and im NOT trying to argue over which pairing is better this is just an example. #son/knux is probably the second most popular gay ship involving sonic #and if we're talking the franchise as a whole not just sonic prime. sonic and knuckles interact more than sonic and shadow #and they also have a lot of moments like knuckles blushing over sonic touching his shoulder or sonic bridal carrying him or whatever #but i dont see people try to argue that theyre canon because of any of those moments. #or try to make everything knuckles does about so/nknux even if its a massive reach #(AGAIN im not trying to argue over which is better i was just giving an example. before people misinterpret that) #so what is it about sonic and shadow that makes people do this . do they just not care about sonic and/or shadow outside of the ship ? #are they only into sonic for so/nadow and nothing else ?? hello what is going On here #people will be like ''so/nadow fans are being fed so good'' and theres a 60 percent chance the food is just them standing near eachother #like ive literally seen people take certain sonic moments or shadow art or whatever that have Nothing to do with the other character #and couldnt reasonably be made about them . but still somehow find a way to make it about that anyway #and then go on to unironically use the stuff that they literally made up as proof that its canon #ive also seen people just spread blatantly false information as evidence the ship is canon #like hello. what are we doing #whatever happened to just liking a non canon ship and being able to admit that its not canon but still have fun with it anyway #this wasnt prompted by any one specific person/post btw just a pattern of behavior ive noticed

[mitchievousness]

KazuRei Week Day 1 - Growing Old

when miri is fully grown and moves away from the family home, the papas move to the countryside and become the unofficial elder gays in the little village

#the papas deserve a good rest from the bustle of the city #rei is wearing a samue ! he likes casual yukatas bc its simple and loose (and very different from the suits that he used to wear) #kazuki just likes to wear a shirt and basketball shorts lmao #he also has a bit of a beer belly ;w; #most of the townsfolk privately refer to them as elder gays even tho they never officially told anyone but cmon. #no one's falling for the ''we've been roommates for almost four decades'' bs #they suck at giving advice tho... (baby gay: how did you guys come out to your parents? #kazuki: never told mine. we already weren't on speaking terms when i met rei so. #rei (trying not to say that his father tried to assassinate both his husband and child when he found out): ... yeah same #((also yes this is all inspired by barakamon lmao. its one of my favourite animes - slice of life comedy and has lots of cute kids in it!)) #anyways first prompt done woo!!! happy kazurei week everybody! #this is the first fan week that im gonna participate in all the days (hopefully lmao i still have to do two other prompts) #also i tried to do a different style than my usual in the first pic and even tho im not entirely happy with it its eh. fine. lol #i just like rotating this half-cooked au in my mind hkfhkjfdgs #buddy daddies #kazurei #kazurei week 2023

[humanmorph]

Lye „Lyke“ Lychen as a sacrifical altar (to Aterika’Kaal) (but he's also kind of the sacrifice)

my @secret-samol gift for @bronanlynch! for the Aterika’Kaal/Lyke prompt of „what if things had gone differently and Aterika'Kaal was still with Lyke“.

notes on this under the readmore!

AU

In this scenario Lyke would succeed in getting the heart of the Motherbeast in Episode 47 and while Alaway would notice & probably still call out to Aterika’Kaal the way he presumably did in canon, Lyke would be there and get to make a compelling case to Aterika’Kaal the likes of „If you stay with me I am going to feed you. I’ve taken care of you until now, I’ll keep doing that“ (argument supported by the fact he’s currently holding the heart of an incredibly powerful dead god). Aterika’kaal agrees and they barely escape through the Sanctum of the Stone Chorus portal. I think it's fun if Lyke then stays there after the hour described in the move is over, maybe knowing he can't convince Pickman & the others that what he's done is actually good, and fine, there's not even anything to worry about he has this totally handled, But yeah he then sets out from whereever in Sangfielle Aterika'Kaals domain is (Austin did say it was an actual place somewhere), and the rest of the Blackwick Group is left to wonder what the hell happened since Lyke just vanished! Alaway has possibly fucked off too after losing the heart. And them getting fired, the Carnival of Moted Light etc. would still happen (and I guess Chine would succeed at what they were doing since Lyke isn’t there?) and who knows if they’d take any action in finding Lyke after that! All that aside though, Lyke basically offers himself to feed on (through blood and/or energy) and to sustain that he keeps consuming(not literally eating) powerful objects/artifacts/resources and possibly eventually living things (I’d imagine he'd still take work as a „please deal with this weird shit for us“ person and when he has to kill a cursed beast or whatnot... might aswell feed Aterika'Kaal?) (What also plays into that decision, and is part of Lyke justifying this to himself, is that without him, Aterika’Kaal would become too powerful. So he aims to function as kind of a conduit & control the power intake so to speak. I think this probably doesn’t work for very long.) I think this eventually goes bad for him because it’s super taxing on his body and the whole deal kind of flips with Aterika’Kaal feeding/keeping HIM alive. He starts finding bodies in the domain again (alternatively, Aterika'Kaal gets better at hiding them because it knows Lyke doesn't particulary like it when it does that). Lyke probably gets stronger due to this power/magic wise, but also way more fragile (he's constantly anemic!). („I love you. I want us both to eat well.“ - Christopher Citro) („When I write of hunger I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.“ M.K. Fisher) Notes: I put some resources Lyke’s canonically had in-game + some extra stuff in this picture (the arrow is a reference to Marn’s epilogue, the bugs are bugs (with possibly sinister connotations. If you want them to have those, it’s optional) and the fur is from the Ravening Beast). Another detail I came up with I might aswell tell you because otherwise noone might ever know: the ring with the blue stone is a gift from Es. Sketch Notes: 1. Lyke turning his head to kiss a rose / exposing his neck was one of my very first ideas/sketches I made while working on this, and I liked it too much to not include it. 2. This is supposed to be Aterika'Kaal giving Lyke a blood transfusion but it rather looks like it's feeding on him instead...! I like how the relaxed pose turned out. 3. I wanted to draw something smaller in a simpler style to fill the big canvas I was drawing these on (even though now I put them in separate files anyways...). The day I drew this I saw a tweet about a medieval monks sketchbook, so I was still thinking about that. I didn't even plan to color it originally but I ended up getting invested, haha

Inspired mainly by these 3 quotes: „KEITH: I’m a walking- I am a shrine to Aterika’Kaal.“ (Sangfielle 12: The Secret Ledger of Roseroot Hall Pt. 4) „KEITH: There's a version of dealing with Aterika'Kaal that ends with Lyke being satisfied that he rehabilitated a god or at least it looks […] like what he thinks Aterika'Kaal would have been before the YVEs showed up. That's probably his main retirement path, but it also might kill him instead.” (Sangfielle 47: Wax, Iron, and Ichor Pt. 4) „AUSTIN: As you’re fading, the last thing that you do is make this blood sacrifice to Aterika’Kaal. Your own blood.“ (Sangfielle 52: Six Travelers: Lyke)

#secret samol #sangfielle #friends at the table #fatt #rosa art #lye lychen #aterika'kaal #lyke #guy of all time btw this was such a joy to draw and think about #its so funny to me though because i almost put lyke/aterikakaal on my own prompt list but then for whatever reason didnt #and then i saw it on the spreadsheet (2) & was like 'man i hope someone picks them. i want to see this.' BUT IT WAS ME... IM SOMEONE.... #@ those 2 people (one is eliot bronanlynch. i know this) especially: i hope you enjoy!!!!!! @ everyone else you too ok : ) #the notes were in a pdf originally i didnt think id write so much. #i thought about making it bullet points maybe itd look neater on tumblr but i dont. want to... copy&paste it is... #this isnt the first time i painted digitally but it MAY be the first time ive had a good time with it #i used the twitter circle thing for the first and possibly last (until next secsam) time for this so i could post wips. for motivation #it worked : ) #cool to see my actual progress #fun fact about the quotes i added i spent like. a lot of time to look for a better one than the citro quote #because i straight up just do not like the poem its from. i am ripping it out of its context. but it still sounds nice. i folded eventually #the urge to ramble on the the tags........ i will overcome it now and post this #ARGH i forgot tumblr doesnt take transparency on large files well.... it just turns white #well ive made it dark now on the painting it looks better than white but the original was transparent. know this #im posting this kind of late. relatively. i JUST got back from work

[rattkachuk]

30 or 33 with mceichel? <3 <3 <3

30 ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’ + 33 ‘I love you.’

ao3 link

Summers in lake country in Ontario were Connor’s favourite. Warm and sweet and everything he associated with home, everything that Edmonton wasn’t.

Edmonton was for work. It was for drive and digging his heels in and finding a way to win. For himself, for his team, for passion, ultimately. But there was a different passion to be found here, too. A longing, more-so, for slow things. For a simple life that didn’t expect so much of him. He could see glimpses of it, and even though he loved what he was doing out west, and the people he was doing it with, he still had to hold on tight to the moments that kept him grounded in a life outside of hockey.

That didn’t mean distancing himself from the sport for the off season completely, though. As the years had passed, slowly the media loosened its relentless grasp on the ideal of Connor McDavid. Of course, not completely, he had accepted at the age of 16 that his name would always be topic of contention within hockey circles. There were other top draft picks since then, though, other guys who approached numbers he’d managed, and that softened things a little. With that, there was an ease in interacting with people, it didn’t feel so monumental every time he stepped foot in public.

Where he would have preferred to run away to places that didn’t give a shit about hockey before, now it felt good to be here in the same place he spent summers as a boy. He volunteered some time for a couple weeks in July for some hockey camps, and it became one of his favourite parts of the summer.

“Mr. McDavid, check out my stick handling!” One of the kids' voices yell out to him, bringing him into the present and back to the group of kids he’s in charge of. It’s nearing the end of the day, so the kids are mostly doing whatever they want before they go home.

He skates over to the young boy leisurely, watches some impressive hand work from the kid and thinks to himself that hockey kids these days really are on some other level, “Nice job, Miles.”

There's some excitement from one cluster of kids near the boards that gets Connor’s attention. He looks to see what’s up and follows their gaze to the small set of bleachers set up on one side of the rink.

He can’t keep the smile off his face once he makes eye contact with Jack. He offers a little wave, mouths a hello and nods at him to make his way round to the player benches.

“Just a sec,” Connor says to the kids and the other adult nearby.

Most of the kids take it upon themselves to abandon what they’re doing to follow Connor anyways, like ducklings to a mother duck.

“Who’s that?” one of the girls asks point blank at Connor’s hip.

“Uh, that. This is my…he’s my boyfriend,” Connor says, and Jack is well within earshot now, words a little tripped up a little in his mouth as a blush finds the high points of his cheeks, “Jack.”

The kids giggle and one of the boys makes a joking motion to throw up at the mention of relationships, but his excitement at meeting another NHL player keeps him around.

The kids were all ecstatic once they realized who the newcomer was. They’d all gotten to know Connor this week so he was old news, Jack was exciting and new and he couldn’t blame them. He felt the same way.

“How’s it going, you guys?” Jack leans on the boards and grins at Connor as the kids start bombarding him with questions.

Another kid comes from another of the little groups out on the ice and leans on the boards in front of Jack, dangling his arms over as he looks up at the other hockey player. He’s wearing a Vegas jersey.

“Excuse me,” he squeaks, “Are you Jack Eichel?”

Jack bends down so he’s level with the kid, “I am.”

“Woah,” The boy’s eyes widen, looking up at Jack like he might not even be real.

Jack indulges them all, asks about how many goals each of the kids have scored, and offers to sign the boy’s jersey while taking in the jumble of questions from all the kids. He’s calm and patient, and every so often flashes an amused smile Connor’s way.

Connor’s heart flutters in his chest. Usually in times past, he’d opt to meet Jack outside. It was easier and didn’t get as much attention. This time, he had texted and asked if he’d wanna come earlier and come inside. In the last year they had decided to come out, and it was still new knowing they didn’t have to worry about pretending anymore.

He finds he likes this, likes knowing that everyone knows this is his boyfriend Jack, and not just hockey player Jack. He even catches a few smiles from the other coaches that show him it was a good call.

It materialises as another glimpse into the future that Connor has been building in his head. Jack is key to it all, the central heartbeat that made Connor's imagination for things to come seem real.

A couple of the girls pull Connor’s attention away from the small swarm of kids (and adults alike, now) in Jack’s vicinity.

“McDavid,” the one addresses him with ease, “Are you and your boyfriend going to get married?”

The question catches Connor off guard, a startled laugh on his lips, “I–um. I don’t know, maybe.”

“Well. I think if you do,” one of the others says confidently, “You should invite us.”

“Yah! I’ve even been a flower girl before.”

Their conversation takes a detour after that into how many weddings they’ve been to and they quickly forget Connor’s even there, but he’s left with the kids' random input rattling around in his head as he watches Jack fondly.

After all the kids are off the ice and they are making their way into the parking lot, a pretty orange sunset setting into the clouds above their heads, Connor shifts his skate bag over one shoulder and holds Jack’s hand with his other. He swings their arms a little bit between them, and that makes Jack laugh.

“You’re in a good mood.”

“I am,” Connor hums, “I like you being here. I like sharing things with you.”

Jack sighs happily, “Yah. I like it, too.”

They get to the car and Jack takes Connor’s bag to toss it in the trunk of the car, and before he can slide in the front seat Connor catches his wrist, pulling him close.

“Some of the kids asked if I was gonna marry you,” Connor says.

“Oh,” Jack’s eyebrows shoot up, hands resting on Connor’s hips, “What did you say?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Jack scoffs and makes a move to pull away from Connor, a smile on his face, “I can’t believe I’m a maybe.”

Connor laughs and holds tighter, doesn’t let him go so easy, “Jack, you’re not. It’s all the other details that are maybes. You’re a ‘for sure’.”

Jack relaxes in his grip and leans back into Connor, still a quip of amusement in his tone, “See, that’s reassuring. Thank you.”

“I mean it,” Connor reiterates, “ I didn’t think much of a life outside of playing hockey for a long time. Now, everything I see making sense in the future, you’re there. Whatever we do, wherever we are, I just wanna be with you for all of it.”

“God you’re sappy, McDavid,” Jack breathes with a shake to his head, hands cupping either side of Connor’s face, “-and I love you for it.”

Connor smiles and catches Jack’s lips with his own in a soft kiss, the evening wind ruffling past them in the warm glow of the evening sunlight.

#mceichel #hrpf #my fic #my writing #thank u for sending a mceichel prompt nonny #and hey its actually seeing the light of day!!! #everything else i've ever written about them #is tucked away in drafts bc i never felt it was good enough to post #sgdfjlfhdlj #but i still like to write them 😭 #asks #anon #prompt fill #fluff

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

The Continental 1x01

#whump #whump edit #whump video #video #the continental #1x01 #fight #shot #punched #didnt feel like assigning a whumptober prompt to this but still wanna post bc i love a good fight scene #and its not too shaky which is v nice #might post some from the last ep too idk yet #i love how he flinches at the end when the bad guy gets shot #rly like the trope when a character kills someone for the first time or witnesses someone else whos more 'experienced'

[sollucets]

hehehehe prompts 1 and 3 for akk and aye????

zo my beloved friend thank u so kindly for indulging me ✨💜 i have gotten to it at long last!!!

1 (touching foreheads) + 3 (hiding face in neck) from the touch prompts; just under 700 words of g-rated sickfic fluff. i didn’t set it any specific time, but i imagine we are just a little bit postcanon (& thus still a little new)

💜

“You’d appreciate this role reversal if you were functional enough to notice it, Bigfoot,” Aye tells Akk’s sleeping form as he sets his phone aside on the nightstand next to an empty glass. Akk’s hand in his is uncomfortably hot, but he can’t move it. He’d been holding it when Akk fell asleep about half an hour ago, and moving would be a crime on the level of taking a cat off his lap. 

Akk sleeps on, oblivious. He’s only under one sheet and the AC is running, but he still looks shiny with sweat. Aye’s efforts with a damp towel earlier had seemed to help, but at this point it seems just from looking that he’s right back where he’d been before. It’s frankly anxiety-inducing. It doesn’t matter that this is just a cold, that it’s probably just because of stress from upcoming exams and that Akk will be better soon. There’s a cold little lump at the base of Aye's ribcage that had abandoned all logic the moment they’d first checked Akk’s temperature. 

He’d flat refused to leave Akk alone in his dorm to suffer like his stupid, self-sacrificing boyfriend had wanted to, and he’s been with him since bringing him home. As a result, it’s probably already too late if he’s going to get sick too, and it’s with that justification that Aye braces himself over Akk with his free hand and a knee and leans down enough to touch their foreheads together. 

Akk’s skin is still too hot, but he thinks it’s at least cooler than last time. Sighing, he makes to pull back from his somewhat precarious position, but stops when he notices Akk’s eyelids fluttering. 

Those big eyes blink open after a second. They look a little glassy at first, struggling to focus on Aye right in front of his face, but Akk manages after a second. 

“Hi, baby,” Aye tells him, squeezing his other hand. “How are you feeling?” 

Akk hums, staring up with a somewhat blank expression. Even with the sallow cast of his skin, the flush sitting high on his cheekbones makes him look the kind of adorable that under normal circumstances would make Aye want to poke him for a reaction. “I’m okay,” Akk says after a moment, slowly like he’d forgotten he was asked something. “I think.”

Typical. “Does your head still hurt?”

Akk nods just the tiniest bit, lips in what Aye is fairly certain is an unconscious pout. 

Leaning forward, Aye kisses the spot where he’d touched their foreheads together before and then makes to pull away. Again, he’s stopped; Akk puts his free hand up and clings to the front of his shirt. It’s a weak grip by his normal standards, and Aye could pull away, but—

“Where are you going?” asks Akk, in a small voice. Combined with that pout, the effect is devastating. Aye prays for strength and doesn’t find it, instead opting to collapse to Akk’s other side so he can stay close without putting his full weight on his sick, overheated boyfriend. Their arms stretch across Akk’s chest, fingers still tangled, and Aye’s head is on Akk’s shoulder, face neatly tucked into his neck to hide from those big sad eyes. 

“I was going to get you more water,” Aye says. “You should probably be drinking. It’ll help your head, since I can’t give you more painkillers yet.”

Akk makes a grumbly little noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t leave me.” 

They’re already melting together in this bed, AC unable to hold up against the sun and Akk’s own internal temperature, but Aye thinks he’s become a puddle. It’s not fair, his stubborn, prickly Bigfoot made all vulnerable and honest only through suffering like this. “Okay,” he says, soft. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

Ten minutes later, once Akk is asleep again, he’ll extract himself very carefully and creep downstairs to get more water and a compress, of course. But it’s not a lie in the way that matters, so he thinks they’ll both forgive him. 

#the eclipse #akkayan #akk x ayan #my fic tag #arbitrary milestone prompts #for once i managed to Actually write something short....... #and its good! #this is nuclear-tier fluff actually #zozo im genuinely so [kicks feet and giggles] about u prompting me for akkaye like. ur still here :') #ilu mfriend <33