#*whacks brain*

[a-v-j]

Why am I low-key starting to actually ship Averse and Nyxy-?

Nyxverse..?

Averxy-?

The ship name possibilities... (I prefer the first one tbh lol)

Nyxverse? Sounds like a whole universe filled with nyxy and averse shipchildren-

[festeringthoughts]

BLOW IT UP NOW

[domokunrainbowkinz]

when you start reading what you thought was just a low-stakes comedy hunter BL about a guy trying to live a normal life as a retired s-class hunter running a hangover soup restaurant but then they start hitting you with the past trauma and the burden of being a hero and burnout and tragic yaoi and different worldlines and regrets and sacrifices all while trying to prevent the apocalypse

[mysterycitrus]

YOUNG !! just us *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[prisonhannibal]

How does addictive personality only apply to things that will fuck my life up. can’t I get addicted to good habits like what if I got addicted to bullet journaling, a good sleeping pattern and eating vegetables

[snowed-leopard]

Anyways… finally onto the line art…

[idlestories]

king lear, act v scene iii // merlin 1x04

[writingdevil]

Uh, hi! I haven't read much of your writing, but from the little I've read, it's really good!!! Like, "actually made me cry" levels of good. Especially, the way you characterize opportunist, it feels different from canon, and yet it remains accurate at the same time? Idk how to explain...

Also, I don't know how to properly transition to the request without sounding like an entitled asshole but I had a shower thought about the hunted and the thorn being distrustful because of how the other reminds them of their huntress and betrayer respectively. Only to realize how that distrust is unreasonable and than hunted teaches thorn how to patch up her wounds and thorn teaching hunted little nasty (but harmless!) tricks because of their new found friendship & my brain became obsessed with it. I think it would be really nice of you to write my dumb little idea. This whole thing probably borders on unreadable but I dearly hope you at least enjoyed reading this!!

(I'm happy that my writing is good, and I hope it was happy tears you cried. Also don't worry-you don't sound entitled at all! I like the amount of detail you put into the request, it gives me more to work with. I think Hunted and Thorn are a really interesting pair and I can absolutely see them slowly warming up to each other. This request isn't dumb at all and I really hope you enjoy this!)

The first time they met, Hunted was sure she was going to eat him.

He had been out patrolling the woods around their house, when he heard the snap of a twig, and he whirled around, only to find nothing there.

Nothing but a scent.

It smelled of dirt and roses, an all around earthy smell, but with a hint of something metallic buried underneath it all-but it was there, and Hunted knew that it was blood.

He kept his body low, primed for taking off in case something jumped out at him. He couldn't see anything but he knew someone was watching him, eying him up as a meal.

He waited for a minute or two, ears straining to hear the danger-and then he saw a flash of white to the right of him.

Hunted growled, spinning around and baring his teeth at the stranger-until they stood up to their full height from behind a bush- and Hunted recognised her as Thorn.

She glared at him, clutching the ends of her dirtied and torn dress, tail flicking wildly behind her. Hunted studied her up and down, looking for any potential weapons she may have on her.

But all he saw was thorns tangled in her hair, and cuts littering her arms, droplets of blood trickling out of some of them, which would explain the whiff of blood that Hunted caught.

They stared at each other, neither one willing to strike first. Hunted didn't want to hurt her, but if she attacked first, he would have no choice. The thorns may pose a problem, but Hunted believed that he could grit his teeth and bare it. After all, he's suffered worse.

"Hello."

But he wasn't expecting that.

Thorn regarded him with a wary, guarded look, her eyes scanning him up and down, the same way he had done to her.

Hunted gulped, watching as she took another step forward out of the bushes, not getting closer but also not attacking like he thought she would.

He forced himself to remain in the same spot as he replied, "Hello. What are you doing out here?"

"I like walking through the forest," she confessed in a defensive tone, as if she could hear his judgement. "What about you?"

"Patrolling," he replied curtly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Making sure there are no threats around."

Thorn stopped, then gave him a curious look. "Do I count as a threat?" Against his better judgement, Hunted's gaze flicked to her tail for a split second, before he looked back at her face and said, "I don't know yet."

Then, Thorn's eyes hardened into a glare, and she clenched her fistfuls of her dress in anger.

"You're lying," she declared, and although she still hadn't moved, Hunted tensed up, ready to pounce and retreat at a moment's notice.

"I can tell when someone's lying. I remember when you lied in the cabin."

"We never personally met in the cabin."

"No, but you're like him, I know you are," she accused, and her tail started to flick more aggressively with her rage, and Hunted tried his best to hide his flinch at every thump it made against the ground.

"You won't trick me with your lies this time."

"You're talking about Opportunist," Hunted said, and he saw the way Thorn winced at his name, and he honestly couldn't blame her for that.

"All you birdies look so similar," she quietly said, her gaze shifting down to her arms, fresh cuts mixed amongst old scars, her skin a worn path of hardship and betrayal. "I can't look at you without being reminded of him."

"I know you're lying," Thorn repeated, "and I'd rather not do this song and dance again, so tell me why you look ready to attack me."

"Not attack-run away," he clarified, but Thorn's glare only grew more harsh, and Hunted just kept waiting for the moment she decided to strike, because it was coming-he could feel it.

"No," she shook her head. "You wouldn't run away, you're waiting for me to turn around so that you can stab me-" but then her fangs suddenly flashed in the light, and Hunted couldn't help the full body flinch he let out.

Thorn froze, blinking in surprise for a second, and the anger went away, but then something more-resigned took over her face.

Her shoulders slumped and she let go of her dress. "I remind you of Beast," she said, and it felt like the woods was making her words echo louder than Hunted would have liked.

He didn't respond to her statement, even if she was secretly right. But the way his eyes kept drifting back to her tail every so often was all the evidence she needed, and Thorn sighed.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your patrol," she softly said, her head bowed, and Hunted couldn't help but wince at the state of her wild and knotted hair, and he wondered how much pain she truly was in.

A pang of guilt went through Hunted at that moment, but why? Neither of them could help how the other perceived them. Hunted couldn't help but be reminded of Beast, everytime he saw a flash of those fangs that he still remembers tearing into his skin.

It wasn't his fault if he reminded Thorn of her betrayer, no matter how different they may act. They couldn't help but make the other fear them, so the best thing to do was to keep their distance, right?

That's what Hunted thought, but the face Thorn made as she turned around and walked off- a hand rubbing her slashed arm- made him reconsider, especially as he saw how tired and bitter she looked.

-

The second time they met, Hunted wasn't sure what he was doing.

All he knew was that something in him wanted to prove Thorn wrong, that she didn't need to be scared of him. He wasn't sure why he wanted or even needed to prove it, but he was determined to.

So a few days later, Hunted walked the same path he had last time- this time with supplies-and being as quiet as he possibly could as to not alert Thorn.

But judging from the humming he heard, maybe stealth wasn't as required as he thought.

He stopped, taking a moment to enjoy the sound of Thorn's voice, unguarded and at peace, before he walked out into the clearing.

Thorn was sitting on the ground, gathering flowers into her hands as she sang a tune to herself, a soft smile on her face-

-a smile that was instantly wiped away once she saw Hunted.

"What do you want?" she asked cautiously, and Hunted took a step closer and held out his small bundle, then set it on the ground in front of him.

"It's for you," he explained, keeping his hands in front of him so she wouldn't think he was planning something. "It's for your injuries."

Thorn didn't move to pick the bundle up, instead clutching her newly made bouquet closer to her chest, tail idly swishing behind her.

They sat in tense silence for a few seconds, seconds that Hunted tried not to look at her tail, when Thorn eventually reached her hand out, slowly taking the bundle and dragging it towards her, never taking her eyes off Hunted.

She briefly broke eye contact as she opened the bundle and glanced inside, and pure surprise flashed on her face, before she looked back up at him.

"Why did you bring me these things? I thought you didn't trust me."

Hunted let his gaze drift down to her arms, at how skinny and frail they looked, and said, "I was-afraid of you, but I don't want to be. I shouldn't be afraid of you over something you can't help. That's not a good way to live, not a good way to trust others."

Thorn seemed surprised at the word trust, and looked at the bundle with a little more care this time. "So this is a gesture of trust?" she asked, and Hunted nodded, but he wasn't prepared for her to deflate in that moment, face turning sad and disappointed.

Hunted thought he had made a huge mistake, but then Thorn sighed and gazed down at her bouquet and said, "That's actually-really sweet of you. I've never gotten a gift before. But I-" she paused to wave her hand over the bundle, "- I don't know how to use any of this stuff."

Hunted couldn't stop the surprise in his voice. "You don't?"

Thorn shook her head. "Half of us princesses don't need to, and the other half don't care enough about injuries, so I've never thought about it." She lowered her head in shame. "I'm sorry for ruining your gift-"

"I'll teach you."

Thorn's head snapped up, but Hunted was already making his way over to her, sitting down just close enough to treat her cuts, but not too close as to scare her off.

He gave her what he hoped was a soft smile. "I can help you and tell you what I'm doing." Thorn gave him a wary look, setting her flowers down but not accepting his help just yet.

"You have to clean up blood a lot?" she asked, and although Hunted could hear the dark undertone in her voice, he just busied himself with taking out the bandages and salves and disinfectants as he plainly said, "Yes. I like to take care of my flock, and they are very dumb."

Then, Hunted was shocked to hear a giggle from Thorn.

He looked up, and he saw the way that, for a single moment, Thorn's face was completely void of that heaviness that seemed to surround her, making her look light and free.

She looked beautiful to Hunted.

She kept smiling, even as her giggles died down, and she silently held out her arm for him. Hunted didn't want to waste this moment of trust, so he gently took her arm, and started to disinfect her wounds, mumbling a soft, "This might sting," before starting.

He watched her face for any discomfort, but if she was in pain, she didn't let it show on her face. A sad thought popped in Hunted's head, that maybe Thorn's felt worse than this, and is able to handle a little sting.

To distract himself from that thought, he kept his gaze on her arm as he explained, "You need to clean cuts before wrapping them up, in case they get infected."

"What happens if they get infected?" she asks, and Hunted moved on to her other arm as he answered, "The wound can swell, or can begin to hurt more, for longer. Then you can get even more sick."

Once he was finished, he then picked up the salve and showed it to her. "This is to help your cuts heal quicker."

"Did you make that yourself?" Hunted paused, looking up at Thorn, and he was surprised to see her genuinely interested in what he was doing, looking at the salve with an innocent curiosity.

He ducked his head low and nodded, bashful all of a sudden, and he heard Thorn giggle again and say, "That's really impressive."

Hunted wasn't sure why the compliment made him feel warm and tingly. Just because he wasn't used to getting compliments, doesn't mean he needed them to do a good job.

But...it was nice to hear them from Thorn.

He quickly applied the salve in silence, and he couldn't help but notice how he was slowly getting more relaxed in Thorn's presence, and Thorn in his.

Finally, he started wrapping her arm up. "You need to bandage wounds so that they're protected and can't get worse. You'll need to change them a few times to keep them from getting infected, so I brought extra for you to take."

Thorn was silent as he finished, and when he let go of her arm, she just pulled her arms closer to herself, inspecting Hunted's handiwork with a softness on her face, like she couldn't believe that there was anything she could do about her pain.

"Thank you," she eventually said gently, looking up at him in a way that made Hunted smile in return, albeit a bit more sheepish.

"I'm sorry for accusing you of being like him," Thorn said, running her fingers along her wrapped arm. "You're nothing like him. You're-nice. You care a lot."

"I like to be safe, like to keep the people I trust safe," he replied, noticing the faint smile on Thorn's face as she gazed down at her arms almost lovingly. He much preferred her smile than the bitter and sorrowful frown she usually wore.

"Do you trust me?" Thorn then asked, finally looking up at Hunted again, and there wasn't anything harsh or accusatory in her eyes or voice this time. "Even though I remind you of Beast?"

Hunted winced at the mention of her name, but still nodded. "We hurt each other in the past, but I think it's pointless to hold onto that distrust now. Won't do any of us any favors, so I'd rather try to trust and lend a hand whenever you need it."

"Really?" she whispered, hugging herself tight, and Hunted made sure he looked her in the eye so that she could see the sincerity in them.

"Yes," he said, "I want us to trust each other."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she was silent for a few seconds, before her gaze slowly drifted down to Hunted's chest, and she gasped as she went, "What's that?"

Hunted panicked and looked down at his chest, expecting a venomous spider or something- but instead there was the end of Thorn's tail on his chest, before it swiftly flicked upwards and lightly smacked him in the face.

Hunted froze, while Thorn burst into soft giggles, and Hunted was having trouble processing what had just happened, at the fact that Thorn had played a trick on him.

A harmless trick, but one that still left him stunned.

Thorn's laughter was starting to die down, and a nervous glint was beginning to appear in her eyes-before Hunted felt something bubbling up within him- and then he burst out laughing as well.

He wasn't used to laughing. He was always more concerned with being quiet and alert.

But it felt good to laugh with Thorn.

-

The third time they met, and the fourth, fifth, six, and so on- it was each a day filled with fun and warmth, from a blossoming friendship that Hunted was glad to have made with Thorn.

He was forever grateful that Thorn decided to trust him.

[mrsoharaa]

Gojo Satoru, who has you sat upon the medical table of Shoko's lab while heavily making out with you. Squeezes his way in between the open space in between your legs, caresses the curves of your waist with one hand as the other clasp gently yet, intently, along the juncture of your jaw. Literally, stealing every hefty breath from you. Grumbled and muffled moans sputter against the softness of his perfectly glossed lips from your own, your own hands finally finding refuge through the snowy locks that settled upon his head.

So lost in the spiraling torrid sensation of your entangled tongues and lapping lips, you haven't even recognized the familiar presence shadowing just right outside of the door. Arms crossing over one another, within the sleeves of his robes, and a tiny, wicked grin spreading across his cheeks.

Who would've thought, that after these long, pretentious ten years of no contact...he would find his two (former) best friends, his ex lover (you), indulging shamelessly with one another.

[r-aindr0p]

Most artist probably already know this program but I discovered it only recently thanks to a friend so I thought I'd share anyway.

There's a free program called Pureref where you can put as many pics as you want on a single board and use it for inspo/ref and you can lower the board's opacity !

Which is very neat for me because sometimes only music doesn't help me concentrate anymore so I listen to commentary channels or other stuff + watch the vid at the same time so it's very handy to have both the vid + references on the same screen to look at

Examples below, current board I use zoomed in and out on top of a vid :

It's so so helpful esp with twst characters because I can't for the love of god remember any of their dorm uniforms (except Rollo ultra bg)

You don't even need to download the pics, just copy and paste on the board, and then right click and save it it's so so useful tbh !

Hope this helps ! :)))

[r0b1ee]

Frank would 100% have sold Dee and Dennis to One Direction

[sillygoofyqueer]

Long overdue part two of my dream-based MDZS AU!!: Okay so obviously Lan Wangji is acting like the man in the chair for Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian is like "oh hell yeah, showing off for my future magic husband" as he's sneaking through the bowels of this insane security place because he has determination and no self-preservation. Of course, the security cameras don't have full reach of the facility, Wei Wuxian is in this one room after Lan Wangji tells him that there are guards heading his way, but there's a GUARD IN THERE!!! At first, Wei Wuxian tries to be all clueless because he is dressed for the party upstairs, but also he's in the most secure part of the building, what do you mean you were looking for the kitchen to give your compliments to the chef?? So, Lan Wangji gets to watch Wei Wuxian absolutely demolish this poor guy just tryna do his job - and I picture this as him sitting in this spinny chair, back in his traditional robes now that he's locked the door, absolutely smitten as he watches this fight play out. Eyes wide, hands clenched on the armrests, leaning forwards the slightest bit... After Wei Wuxian has dealt with the guard, he's all like "are you impressed?" and Lan Wangji, hornee grip and all, is like "mn." They flirt for a little longer, but more guards are drawn into the area by the initial fight, and Lan Wangji can see another room but there doesn't seem to be any sort of way to get to it. Wei Wuxian is both looking for a door and also gearing up to try and fight as many guards as possible, and Lan Wangji does something very unrefined and just starts mashing buttons until the floor literally opens up beneath his soon to be husband. Next thing either of them know, Wei Wuxian is staring at the camera of the mysterious room and being like "what the hell magic husband" and Lan Wangji can do nothing but apologise quietly as he resolves to never think about that again. (On the other side of the compound, chaos has erupted because different doors kept opening and closing, with alarms and defence systems booting up and then down once again). There is something good to take away from this though, and that is that Wei Wuxian was now in the room that held the data he had been searching for all this time.

[usoppssketchbook]

Two pages of a story I'll never write. Usopp ends up in a sniper competition turned assassin game with some of the deadliest sharpshooters in the New World. When Kuro Kabuto is destroyed, he's left armed with nothing but his wits and a tiny slingshot he hasn't used in years.

This idea was born because I miss the way Usopp used to fight, and his non pop green weapons. His ability to think on his feet and his creativity have always been his biggest strengths; I want a scenario where Usopp has to pull out all the stops on his gadgetry and trickery to beat enemies that far outstrip him in terms of physical power, only this time he sees it as the strength it is.

[magvelspires]

Oh oh what about l'arachel and constance! Literally anything with them, i think they should meet and make everyone elses life worse

l'arachel, handing her staff to constance: go, whack a man

[ckret2]

Lmao mb I'm so sorry for being so not-specific, and yeah you got it right in the hashtags.

It's really good if you analyse their story so I'd recommend it! Plus the game is really nicely drawn and animated ^^

Cookie run kingdom has currently taken over my brain like worms on a wheel of cheese 🧀

Thanks but while I'm working on this fic, media that's good at taking over brains is the exact kind of media that I'm avoiding as hard as possible.

[sojourner-between-worlds]

Yusei is just....so kidnap-able.

Hear me out.

Man either has bad tinnitus or just out-right hearing loss from years of working on engines with zero ear protection. We know this for two reasons: 1. When he's working on his bike and revs the engine, Saiga, Yanagi, and Himuro all flinch and cover their ears and Yusei...doesn't so much as bat an eye. and 2. When he's leaving to steal his bike back, Saiga hears when Ushio revs his engine from inside a building on the second story and Yusei? Normally when one hears an engine on an otherwise deserted street, one naturally turns to see the source of the noise. Yusei does not. The street is freaking empty, and somehow he doesn't notice the only vehicle that is clearly going slow enough to not pass him by. (And it's not like Ushio is just too far away to hear. He's not. He's shown to be not that far behind. And he's on a freaking loud motorcycle. Most people would notice that.)

Look, we all know Yusei would win in a fight, but not if he doesn't notice his assailant sneaking up behind him because he can't hear them before he gets whacked in the head.

In conclusion, it is very little wonder that he ends up getting kidnapped in canon.