#who knows honestly

[pixlokita]

-opens TikTok-

-a buncha different people stealing fnaf movie cardboard cutouts-

-closes TikTok-

#also thanks to instagram I saw a second of a major spoiler #will I make it to Saturday?? #who knows honestly #fnaf #pix habla #AAAAAAAAAAA #can everyone calm down

[cod-dump]

Price, joking: What are you? Homophobic?

Laswell, also joking: Yep. June’s over, fruit boy

Soap thinking they’re serious: LASWELL’S HOMOPHOBIC?!

Price & Laswell: *look at each other for a moment before looking back at Soap*

Price & Laswell: yes-

#how long until soap realizes they’re fucking with him? #who knows honestly #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #kate laswell #john price #call of duty #john soap mactavish #incorrect quotes

[pickleking8]

Adoption Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be --- Chapter 3

Words: 1,132

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TW: references to past trauma/vivisection/and death (done to a minor)

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     Danny winced as he shifted in bed. The healing scar pulled on his skin, and it had started to itch. Ghosting his fingers over the makeshift bandages, he felt his way over the creases and wrinkles. He closed his eyes, hoping to see a comfortable field of darkness and to feel the lull of sleep, but all that approached him was green. That stupid neon green.

     Green, green, green everywhere! Slippery and disgustingly warm in that  that coated the table, reflecting the tinted lights that were glaring and cruel, flecks of green on the surgical blue of his parent’s gloves, just green everywhere. And it was all too bright.

     Danny’s eyes snapped open. He- he couldn’t. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this, he needed to get out, he needed to get away, he needed to get away from the grimy walls of the cheap hotel that seemed to be closing in on him all too quickly. 

     Danny flinched when he noticed the green light his eyes were giving off in his panic. It was a soft light, subtle, but much, much too green. Too neon. 

     Stupid color anyway, he thinks, shivering in the sudden chill that wafts over him when he throws the blankets off. He needs to get out. The floorboards creak as he makes his way across the room, glancing at Jazz, who was sleeping soundly in the bed. She looks tired, even in her sleep. Stressed, worried, upset. She’d been run ragged taking care of him the past week, not to mention the stress she’d been going through trying to make plans, trying to figure survival for them out… he’s sorry. 

     The hotel’s roof is surprisingly easy to access. The building has no alarms and barely any locked doors. Climbing the stairs winded him. He would have simply floated up, but the… incident had left him with little ectoplasm to spare; what he did have was going into keeping himself alive. No powers other than the barebones necessary could be used, meaning he had to climb the stairs like a normal person. He decided he didn’t like it. The night air was humid, but a light breeze still introduced a slight chill. Danny winced as his bare feet grated on the gravelly texture of the roof. He should have put on shoes. Sparing a glance over the edge of the roof, he shuddered, imagining what it would be like to have to deal with falling off a roof without his powers, and quickly snapping his gaze away from the edge. Nearing a secluded corner of the roof which hid behind a large air conditioning unit, Danny lowered himself with bated breath onto the precipice. Dangling his legs and kicking his feet, he leaned back onto his elbows and gazed at the few stars he could see in the cloud-ridden sky. They winked in and out of sight as the rain-laden clouds plodded past, but they remained. A steady fixture, something to be counted on. Persevering. Danny smiled. He liked stars. And so he stayed there, enjoying the way the air pulled on his feet as he swung them, feeling the breeze ruffle his hair, and keeping his gaze steadfastly on the sky. And it would be that unwavering gaze that was his undoing, for in his solitude, he quite terribly failed to notice Red Robin, who, at the moment, was in turn gazing slack-jawed back at Danny.

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     Tim had always admired the second Robin. Always looked up to him, respected him. He was an idol. He knew what he had looked like when he had died. And he knew that he was dead. He knew, without a doubt, that Jason was dead. So why, then, was what looked like a fifteen-year-old Jason Todd sitting on top of a roof of a shitty hotel. Swinging his legs and looking at the sky like he hadn’t a care in the world. Actually, scratch that.  He looked like he had several cares. Jason the kid winced when he brought up his arm to wipe his nose, and the hem of his too-small hoodie rode up to reveal dirtied bandages. 

     Tim’s breathing picked up. This couldn’t be Jason. This couldn’t. Jason was dead. Tim had seen his body, broken and drenched in bruises. And yet… this boy. Looking too much like Jason to be a coincidence. Wincing like he had a large wound on his chest. Something like an autopsy wound. Looking just a little too pale, too pallid to be on the safe end of healthy. Many evident bruises. It couldn’t be, and yet. Here he was. Here Jason was. 

     Tim had to tell the others. They would be ecstatic! Jason was alive. Somehow. They’d figure that part out later. But he was alive! Oh, just wait until he was back at the manor. Jason could have his room back! It wouldn’t sit empty anymore, serving only to remain silent under Bruce’s quiet gaze, a haunting monument to the lack of Jason. They didn’t bring it up. But it would be okay now! The room would no longer be silent! It would be okay. Yeah, it would be okay. 

     Calm down, Tim, he chided himself, It could be a clone. Or even just a doppelganger. It could be anyone (Or it could be Jason, a quiet part of himself whispered. It could be Jason again). He was broken out of his thoughts as the kid (Jason, it’s Jason) stirred. He shivered, as if he was just noticing the chill, and made to get up. He winced once more, bringing a hand to his chest this time, clutching it as if he was about to shatter. As luck would have it, as he turned to leave, his sleeve caught on one of the screws on the clunky AC unit. The boy (Jason) grimaced, annoyed, and yanked on his arm. He only succeeded in tearing his hoodie. Huffing, he simply walked away, steps light in a guard against the loose tarmac and hands stuffed firmly in the pockets of his hoodie. The door to the roof thudded closed, the sound resonating across the now empty rooftop. This was it. This was his chance! He could get Jason’s DNA off the sweatshirt scrap, he could prove his theory! 

     In no time at all, Red Robin was back on the ground with a little baggie containing the scrap securely in one of his many pockets. Heavy shoes pounding soundly against the street, he started running, eager. So very eager. In that, it was quite soon that he disappeared entirely from the flickering glow of the hotel’s neon sign, hungry tendrils of crackling light licking at his boots like a brilliant, dancing fire, and him leaving it to hum gratingly and alone in the night.

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Constructive criticism would be appreciated!

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#dpxdc #dcxdp #my fic #Danny Phantom #Jazz Fenton #Red Robin #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Batman #Tw past trauma #Tw past vivisection #Tw past death #Did that last sentence make sense? #I have no idea #I tried #It may be complete gibberish #I've been reading it over and over again #So it has lost all meaning to me #Who knows honestly

[camelspit]

this came to me in a vision

#This has probably been done before but oh well #You get it from me now #Where are they driving? Doss dimitar have a liscense? #Who knows honestly #Kotlc #Finitar

[allthisloveforyou]

so, with 3 episodes to go, i have to say i don't really know what to feel.

since there's still tomorrow's episode – and then next week's – i'm not entirely willing to form opinions yet. but on the other hand, some of these thoughts have been lingering in the back of my head for the past week or so and i need to put them into words.

thing is, i don't mind angst. it would be foolish of me not to expect it considering the way the story has unfolded and the themes of this drama and the fact that we're getting close to the end. so yeah, i don't mind angst – as long as it's done well. but you see, this is where my fear comes in.

bc i don't just want a happy ending, i want a good one. i want an ending that makes sense. i want an ending that does right by its story and its characters. i've seen how other dramas i've enjoyed (even loved) start to crash and burn within the last 2-4 episodes and it fucking hurts to spend all that time getting invested in a story only for it to fall apart right at the end. while i don't think castaway diva has been perfect so far by any means, i have considered it one of the best dramas of 2023 (that i've seen) and i would hate for that to change just bc of the ending. week after week i've sat on my couch, almost giddy with excitement, knowing there's a new episode waiting for me. and although i'd say i'm pretty easy to please, that doesn't actually happen all that often.

it's not just the happy ending that's important to me; it's how we get there as well. if it's only angst for angst's sake and everything that that entails – characters making choices that go against their previous actions and words or the story going around in the same old tired circles – then i don't want it.

#who knows honestly #i could be eating my words tomorrow night once i've watched ep 10 #and yes of course #there's no such thing as perfection #but i need this to end well #is that really too much to ask for #also: i still don't think i can convey my thoughts properly but whatever #i'm trying not to be so harsh on myself #this is mostly meant for me and my silly little blog #castaway diva #personal

[chthonion]

Can we ask for more? Specifically, I would like to be greedy, and ask for nine riders coming home shhhh. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

You can! And oh, man, there's a passage in the next chapter of the Harrowing that I really wanted to use for this, but that doesn't seem quite fair.

Instead, here's a conversation about Bëor.

Ask game:

“Was it hard?” Frodo says, tilting his head forward so that the offending muscles will be easier to reach. “Getting to know him? Caring about him? When everything was so different?”

“It was the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” Finrod says, digging both his thumbs in on either side of Frodo’s spine. “Like falling asleep. Like smiling on a sunny day. It was letting go that I wasn’t ready for. He tried to warn me, but, well—I don’t think there’s any way to warn a person so that they really understand you, the first time.” A smile in his voice, as he lifts the pressure and finds a new place to dig his thumbs in. “He made me promise not to run away.”

#Finrod #Frodo #Beor #No idea if this one is in the Harrowing or in part 3 #Who knows honestly #But I WILL fit it in somewhere

[wierdfanficwriter]

Fairies. Magical creatures usually seen as a symbol of hope and happiness. Villain hated it.

Fairies we’re expected to be kind. And any fairy that doesn’t fit the mold is thrown to the curve their wings clipped in half to stop them from flying; not even completely clipped off as to be a permanent reminder that they we’re broken.

Villain hated it so much, they hated seeing fairies. Especially when they summon their own clipped wings when tired out of instinct.

They hated it when their wings start to bleed magic when their out leaving a trail of black sparkles that look like ashes.

Hero loved fairies. They loved what they symbolize. They we’re a self proclaimed expert on fairies. They always wondered how any creature could be so great but it only added on to their love for the creatures.

Hero was ecstatic when they we’re given the mission of solving the insane amount of fairy magic all around the city.

What they hadn’t expected was to find out how shitty fairies actually are.

When the trail led him to the villain’s lair and then finding hundreds of cut fairy wings without a single sight of the other halves they we’re devastated.

When they we’re caught by the Villain they we’re in pure rage and had beat them to near death before leaving them there to die.

The Hero felt guilty about the blood on their hands but they could care less.

That was until he’d found fairies cornering one of their kind in an alley way and cutting their wings in half.

They we’re frozen. And in that split second? They noticed them. It was all a blur to the Hero after, rather that be because of what had happened or the hero’s own mind refusing to remember.

They’d woken up on what seemed like a medical quarters but they we’re sure it wasn’t the agencies’s.

Hero looked around spotting Villain sitting on an armchair in the room’s corner wings cut in half sticking out.

“Oh, your awake” Villain said looking at you with a tired expression, his wings retreating back to his skin hiding itself.

#writing prompt #hero and villain #hero x villain #imma end it right there #was there supposed to be an undertone of none-con? maybe #who knows honestly #might continue the prompt more #fairies #villain is a fairy #hero’s kinda shocked #he feels so guilty #lmao #but also he’d do it again #for now #Villain is trying to find a way to re attach fairy wings #even tho his is heavily guarded #using he/him pronouns as if they we’re gender neutral #Villain can fucking heal shit which is just so ironic

[komipacket]

Its time to give you some content :)))

So uh... Remember kyman week? I was drawing stuff but i didn't post it here for some reason

So now, here it is!

Its not much and its kinda lazy, but i hope you still like it!

Maybe I'll draw more later...

#south park #kyman #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #kymanweek #kymanweek2022 #kyman week 2022 #do you use space in tags here??? #i have no idea lol #i forgot #when i post again? #who knows honestly

[idiot-mushroom]

i’m working on ttnm usagi.

that’s the post you can continue to scroll.

#might even come w/ a mini comic or two #who knows honestly #ttnm au #ttnm #usagi

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

I want to ask Icarus what their name is not the one their father gave them,not the one quixis gave them, their name. One they choose for themself

oooooooo, part of me is very tempted to say they'd honestly either stick to Icarus or Sherb if asked - but I think if they had to pick a new one it'd be something bird related because. yeah of course it would be-

#maybe #who knows honestly #i think right now itd be them sticking to Icarus #after all of this is over? i dunno #sage answers things [colorized]

[24-guy]

“As my wildflowers started to wilt, I looked around again and I realised that I was utterly alone, so I took my flowers in my arms

But as I touched them, they crumpled and turned brown, disappearing the more i tried to hold onto them

Desperation, I finally plucked them, roots and all from the earth.

I could no longer hold them.”

- Epilogue, Barnes Blvd.

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This is just. Self indulgent, I’ve wanted to draw something for this poem forever, and I thought that the final paragraph fit Din well. :) So you get angst this fine Sunday.

#din djarin fanart #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanart #this was gonna be ship art but i got attached to the idea of him being alone #maybe ill draw the first bit too #who knows honestly #din djarin

[dastardlydumb]

I wanted to draw this because of their interactions in Legends of Runeterra and because of a bit of trivia I found on Zoe's wiki page

#LoR #machine herald #league of legends #dastardly drawings #machine herald viktor #viktor #viktor the machine herald #viktor lol #lol memes #LoR memes #legends of runeterra #LoR Viktor #LoR Zoe #lol zoe #Zoe #Zoe the aspect of twilight #take notes viktor u might learn something about baking moon cakes #or the secret to the universe #who knows honestly

[linguenuvolose]

May 2023

#this last week of the month has been fucking hell so I don’t really remember the rest of the month but I think it was good? #who knows honestly #snicksnack

[amimere]

im getting some fountain pens from grandma for christmas (or; i bought some pens for the christmas money, same thing really) and because of that i want to do more writing by hand than i allready am, so i think that im gonna start taking notes while reading fanfic i plan on binding, and im also gonna start keeping a craft journal/log come newyear

nothing super fancy or long winded, just what i worked on, notes on equipment/matereals, various ideas, stuff like that. i allready know from my exams that i actually like writing down what ive done for a project, and i kinda liked keeping a log for class, i just need something less structured

im gonna need to figure it out as i go i think, but thats sort of the fun right? maybe ill keep a meta journal about figuring out how to structure my craft journal, i might also write about it here just to share it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#who knows honestly #ill kinda have to see if i like the pens first too #if i dont however i do have other pens that i do love writing with so i might just do the journal thing anyways #my stuff

[ana-cantskywalker]

When I had the idea for the one-shot I'm writing, I was like "Oh yeah, it should probably around 2k words"

I am at 2.5k and I haven't even got to the scene that inspired me to write this fic yet, this is going to be a bit more than what I was bargaining for.

#writers #writing #fanfic #its going to be a sabezra fic #if anyone is interested #i might finish and post it tonight #i might not finish it till the end of the week #who knows honestly

[specialgraded]

guys what if the real jujutsu kaisen is the friends we made along the way

#02. ooc #this makes no sense #BUT IT DOES #shut up I’m mentally unwell after the leaks #ANYWAYS FOLKS #gonna log off and #hop onto my Vash blog #maybe I’ll write here this weekend #who knows honestly