#*stares at drafts*

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

I never claimed to be responsible for the concepts my brain produces

[submersero]

[sully-s]

Space And Earth Chat

Bruce: Will you watch when the sun swallows the earth? Clark: Bruce, that's in five billion years Bruce: ... Clark: No Bruce: I would Clark: Morbid Bruce. Bruce: I understand why you wouldn't- Clark: I wouldn't becuase I won't let it happen. Bruce: It's physics Clark, you can't stop it. Clark: I can. Bruce: How? You're going to feed it more hydrogen? Clark: Sure, why not. I am a farmer's son.

[retquits]

a silly hayden and reina wip from an upcoming comic :3

[rayllurn]

Rayllum + Kissing

Bonus:

[cardo-de-comer]

ms paint :/ i don't have energy to draw in photoshop like normal so i just opened ms paint big brain moment and below is just some dumb memes

and absolutely cursed thing to end this post - Imri without his helmet. god knows how those curls fit under it

[ninjasmudge]

hi i made a little fnaf:sb au! i def dont know enough about the game lore to follow all the story along so this au doesnt 1:1 follow the game or characters exactly, its more inspired by it, i really wanted to have a crack at animatronics though

narinder plays something close to freddys role, helping lamb, hes a magic themed animatronic who does tricks for the kids. leshy is the bands lead singer, backed up by the other bishops. @purrpurra basically did the heket animatronic design for me (ty bestie 💜), she has a rainforest cafe style eatery and shes basically a climbing wall with handholds

[just-some-user-hunny]

Nikto is the type to send you short deadpan texts with no emojis, very blunt and straight to the point, but also heart every single message/text you send him and silently gush over the cute emoticons and sweet messages only to respond with 'ok'.

[gladiator-v]

PPT WMI AU One Shot: Sickly (WIP) PART 1

Tws/Cws: Fainting

Note: Chris (He/Him) is the player/one of my ppt OCs! He has his own lore that I have yet to flesh out/illustrate.

Firstly! I'll preface this by saying I typically only write for myself, so if any of this reads kinda elementary, I am so sorry, lol. I also don't share my writing pretty much at all, so I'll just be in the corner with my hands over my eyes XD

All the text is from my notes app. It's for context. Happy reading!

Part 1 (here) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

It's a bright, humid day out. Doey and Kissy had just turned the other kids lose for a quick recess before their afternoon naps. They were able to get the TV working long enough earlier in the morning to hear the weather forecast. They'll be getting some much needed rain showers for the next couple of days.

Doey has gone to his usual spot for a bit of rest before continuing with his usual daily activities. No one has seen him for a while, so DogDay offered to go and check on him.

"Hey! Chris told me you were still out here. I just wanted ta check on ya." DogDay says as he sits down beside Doey on the ground.

Doey sighs. How could he not? Being the sole provider and protector of the toys back at the Safe Haven was who he was. Who he still is. Just because they're somwhere else now doesn't mean there aren't duties to attend to.

Sure, having Chris around is nice, but he's always managed on is own. Things may get stressful every now and then, but there's nothing he can't do. He’s Doey.

"I know that, DogDay. But- they still need me. And I have to be there for them."

"You're missing my point, big guy.. You're still operating as if you're a one man show! Kissy and Huggy barely get to help you do anything because you've already done it! You did and still do everyone's job. Poppy assigned us all roles so no one would have to work like that."

*Isn't that what I was made to do?* Doey thinks internally. To fulfill multiple assigned roles? Yes, of course he was. And he dare not lose sight of that. Not then and not now.

"I promise it’s really no big deal, DogDay. Anyway, we should be heading back. The rain.. looks like… it's-" Doey hums as he gets up. He begins to stumble, Dogday quickly noticing.

[jfkisonthemoon]

the circular nature of orv really is crazy though because from the very beginning the only reason kim dokja survived his suicide attempt was because the characters he loved loved him back even though they didnt exist yet. do you hear me. hsy only got sent to the past because the story existed and the story loved kim dokja so much they decided to make the epilogue an attempt to save him. and kim dokja only lived and read the story because the story didnt want another reader. it wanted kim dokja to survive. and kim dokja wanted to survive for the story. its all a circle. orv is a circle its a time loop but its all love. its all sacrificial love do you people hear me is this thing on kim dokja loves the story enough to kill himself for the narrative and the narrative loves him enough to start all over again if it means theres a chance of saving him. this story is all for that one reader = this story loves that one reader. please its so dark in here

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

a GEM from the outsiders TikTok I needed to share to u lovely folks

[mcaelius]

(the creature is dolabella)

[nepenthe-of-the-nutcracker]

Halt drills into Will the importance of blending in with the shadows and other typical Ranger lessons throughout his apprenticeship, and then once Will gets his mandola, completely shifts gears and is like “go attract the attention of this entire establishment with your lute while me and Horace (the notably unsneaky knight) remain inconspicuous and gather information.”

And Will is just like “cool!! I love playing my mandola :)”

I love them your honour!!

[6okuto-moved]

IS THAT ALL?

gn!reader | 900ish words, really just fluff despite the opener ^___^

megumi fushiguro considers himself a coward.

it’s sunday, 10:00am bright on the clock behind you. wings flap outside as the birds that like to adorn the neighbour’s fruit tree caw, and the blanket is pulled up to his chest, up to your cheeks.

your face is only a few inches away, and all he can think about—besides the curl of your lips as you smile at him again—is whether his breath still smells like mint from brushing his teeth the night before. whether you can see his skin breaking out on his temple and forehead, or the scar on his jaw from falling when he was seven—if you’d notice them after he said the three words that’ve been sitting on the tip of his tongue for weeks.

because megumi’s realized he can do a lot of things, plan more, fight even more, but it all crumbles apart when it comes to you.

“why are you staring at me?”

“i’m not,” he answers too quickly, muttered as he looks to the pillow underneath your head instead of your eyes.

you squish your face further into it to meet his gaze again. “is there something on my face?”

“no.”

“is there food stuck in my teeth?”

“we haven’t even had breakfast.”

“because if i turn on my phone and see either of these things, i’m going to be very angry with you, megumi fushiguro.”

the sound of his name draws him back to you, your squinting eyes and frown that holds no anger.

his lip twitches up, only just. “there’s nothing on your face or in your teeth.”

you hum, keeping your accusatory facade, even while reaching for his hand beneath the blanket. “swear i don’t look bad?”

megumi’s fingers easily slide into place between yours.

you could never look bad.

he huffs. “seriously?”

“‘seriously’? oh, wow, forgive me, my dear, for not believing your plainly spoken words while you still won’t tell me why you’re staring.” you ruffle his hair and push strands to cover his eyes. he rolls them as he pulls up the collar of your shirt to muffle your laugh.

it’s a lovely sound.

he hopes you let him hear it again and again.

a bird caws at the same time you swat at his hand and the hold on your shirt loosens, his fingers moving to smoothen the evidence.

“you just look nice.” he finally says as his eyelids droop, and he lets himself look at your lips for a fraction of a second. “that’s all.”

you smile and ignore the heat in your ears. “that’s all?”

the words claw at him again, and his throat constricts the same time his stomach ties into a knot.

it should be something special, megumi thinks—saying it out loud for the first time.

maybe at a fancy restaurant, with candles and expensive meals between you, his best suit on, quiet jazz and clinking glasses in the background.

maybe outside somewhere, in a nice meadow or under a tree, a picnic blanket sitting underneath you.

maybe after a long-winded monologue of how his curiosity grew to infatuation, a crush, something more. after he’s told you he wishes he could spend every morning with you, turn to you when the neighbour’s kids laughing and screaming wakes you up in place of an alarm on a saturday, watch you playfully groan and complain about today’s youth.

after he’s laid his heart out to you, instead of now, a random sunday morning, as the sound of cawing and birdsong fills the space between you instead of his voice, and all the words he wants to say before the three.

he wonders how long he’s been silent when you scrunch your brows and confusion shifts your smile. “hello? earth to megumi?”

“i love you.”

and across megumi’s face, there’s a fleeting shadow as a bird flies past—the blue of his eyes darkening, but not hardening, never hardening—not while looking at you.

you blink at him.

he blinks back.

the birds caw loudly outside.

and it’s all he can do to not bite his lip, to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest as you open and close your mouth—a sensation that he usually comes to you for to get rid of.

you blink again, twice, three times, and a different three words find their way to the tip of his tongue at the sight, heavier than the last, a little more strained.

but then you smile, just like always.

let out a laugh of disbelief that makes his apology disappear.

your reply comes as a murmur, it flows over him and muffles the noise outside, easing the clawing at his gut with expertise—“i love you, too.”

and it really is a random morning; megumi couldn’t tell you the date if you asked. but your grip on his hand tightens, and he promises to write it down (sunday, 10:07am) when you both get up.

he lets all his tension loosen as he finally smiles back.

your own smile widens into a bright grin at the sight, and though his mind’s reeling, he can hear what you’re going to ask before you do—

“is that all?”

it’s silly, and megumi almost rolls his eyes, almost pulls the blanket over your head and threatens to take it back,

and he loves you.

even, and especially as he hears the neighbour’s door creak open, and the first sound of the kids yelling—as he pinches your cheek and snickers when you let out a surprised noise. “that’s all.”

noo nia don't make something that's supposed to be big happen in a mundane warmth again nooo don't make another guy completely in love w reader noooo... does i'm sorry technically count as three words btw. lol? well. obviously totally unrelated but i'm hungry as fawk rn. goodbye everybody i'm gonna eat toast. yaaaaayy!!!

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[bird-inacage]

A Love Sea Gifset | Aggravated Mut

Yeah I gotta admit, I love it when he gets all pissy and surly. And I'm not the only one. Rak unashamedly has a kink for angry!Mut too.

[blackbonnette]

You know there’s a bird that never touches ground? Never once lands.

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH ✦ 2x01 Impossible Birds