#Curous

[tazohssheepmeep]

what if shot and killed

[elsannej]

Big fan of exploring robot characters' takes on gender (and associated things e.g. gendered pronouns 'cause my language doesn't have those) so asked about it:

Omega, while masculine coded, wouldn't care what others refer to him as because gender is not a relevant part of his identity: Being the "Ultimate (E-series) Robot" is what's important. Probably thrives off of being considered dangerous & identifies himself as a threat. (I do love different takes on this such as @generic-sonic-fan 's hc where Omega, in contrast, identifies with masculinity *very* strongly.) Anyways here's related art.

"Metal Sonic wants to be the one true Sonic. The real Sonic is already a 'he', so Metal has to be 'he'."

"Has to be," is an interesting statement. I'd like elaboration on (Metal's) reasoning for this: Is copying Sonic's traits "innate"/"natural" for Metal in a way where it's genuinely how he wishes to id, or is it a case of: All Metal knows is to copy Sonic, so he lacks an original identity? (Or that there is actual individuality under all that code and blue paint job, but Metal doesn't know how to/can't express it, or maybe doesn't want to acknowledge it at all?) Just thinking out loud here.

[lilith-is-off]

Out of curiosity, what are y'all ninjago ships? Honestly just wondering about how many I haven't heard before (pls no incest, pedophilia or any of that kind). To be fair I will start:

Bruise (I need a new name)

Llorumi

Pixane

Kailor

Nya x Benthomaar (do they have a name?)

Arin x Euphrasia (same as above)

Wolfcat

Survival

Robfire

Morro x Brad (hear me out)

Gene x Sally (not the one from crystalized)

Wu x Faith (they have a potential)

Dareth x Gale

Tox x Camille

I do vibe with a lot of other ships (polyninja, samurai, opposite, plasma, lava, greenflower and dareth x ronnin are also some of them) but I'm mostly curious about everyone's main ones. Don't be afraid to share even if you ship something not common (I literally ship Morro with Brad despite them not having a single interaction and we haven't seen Brad for years) so y'all don't need to worry

[wheelsup-sevenup]

whumpuary 2025: day 1 <3

prompt: sacrifice / headache / “this will hurt”

pairing: daisy johnson & jemma simmons (agents of shield)

warnings: head injury, mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts and self-sacrifice

“Daisy, you can’t keep doing this.”

Daisy cracked open one eye to see Simmons’ tense, disapproving face silhouetted by the bright lights of the lab. “Doing what, Jem?” she croaked. “Being a hero?”

“Not when it means absorbing the blasts of explosives and getting your head cracked open,” Simmons retorted. “You were lucky to get away with just a superficial wound.”

It didn’t feel superficial. In fact, her whole body ached; she didn’t remember the blast, just a few seconds before and the hazy, bloody aftershocks, but Coulson had told her she flew, thrown ten feet back as the impact of the grenade she’d tried to catch hit her. She’d been unconscious for a couple seconds, he said, lying in the dust and an impressive pool of blood.

Simmons’ hand was gentle on her shoulder despite the frown on her face. “Come on, sweetheart. Up, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Daisy managed to sit up on the stretcher she’d been carried in on, but the sudden motion sent her head pounding again. “‘s hurts.”

“I would imagine,” her friend said dryly, lining up the necessary supplies before snapping on a pair of gloves. “Look at me.” Daisy attempted to follow her finger as Simmons moved it in front of her face, but the pain behind her eyes increased and she squeezed her eyes shut again.

“You have a concussion,” Simmons reported. “Meaning, you’re on the bench. For two weeks at least.”

“Jemma, come on.” she whined. Simmons didn’t respond right away, concentrating on wiping away the blood and dust caked on Daisy’s forehead.

“This is what you get for being a hero,” she said, drawing heavy emphasis on the last word, “as you like to call it.” She set the filthy wipe down before dampening a cotton ball in alcohol.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Simmons sighed, one gloved hand cupping her chin. “This will hurt.”

Daisy cringed as the disinfectant met her cut, the contact sending bright sparks of pain through her skin. Simmons was quick with her thorough cleaning of the wound, but by the time she pulled away, Daisy’s eyes were teary.

“It means,” Simmons said, “that there is a fine line between heroism and self-sacrifice. And that line, Daisy, is something I’ve seen you toe far too often.”

The accusation took her by surprise, and she wiped angrily at her eyes. “I saved people,” she protested.

“I know.” The numbing gel was cool across her brow, and the surface pain began to ebb as the anaesthetic took effect. Her head still throbbed, though, a deep, echoing ache. 

“Jem—”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not—” It’s not like that, she wanted to say. I’m not suicidal. The old refrain. It was one of those things where the necessity of saying it was an admission of itself. She pressed her lips together as she felt the tug of the needle and thread weaving her skin back together. 

Maybe she was a liar. What she really wanted to say was that maybe she didn’t want to die (a relatively new development) but that everyone else took first priority. That was what heroes did, right?

A bandage was taped to her forehead, ugly and sticking to her eyebrow on the bottom. Simmons looked at her, face tensed and serious, and Daisy let her head fall forward against her friend’s shoulder.

After a beat, Simmons’ arms came up to wrap around her shoulders, and Daisy sighed. 

“I can’t fix everything, Daisy,” she said, “and neither can you.”

She could. Had to try, at least. But she didn’t say that. Instead, she just nodded, relaxing into her friend’s presence.

With her eyes closed, her head almost stopped hurting.

wowwee for a fic that was gonna originally just be for ‘headache’ this one sure is mostly about the ‘sacrifice’ part. fun. love them. anyway, i was unsure if i was gonna post this on ao3 or not, i’m thinking i might, as well as this other 2-part fic that i have coming up, but the rest of these might just be tumblr exclusives. we’ll see :-)

[toeispidey]

whats the appeal of pokemon mystery dungeon

[miesozernacma]

a butterfly niqabi girl

[louisdulioncourt]

saw someone say lestat only pursued an open relationship/antoinette because he wanted louis to have a strong reaction to the situation and show he cared enough to be angry and this makes sense because louis says to claudia that lestat would “end it if he thought i’d take him as he was”

during my first watch i don’t think this even crossed my mind i just thought lestat being well, lestat

[kimio7]

Dead dove talk (its nothing serious im just curious + idk how to tag it):

Would you tag it as necrophilia or somnophilia if it involves a corpse that will eventually come back to life? Not as a zombie but one of those “can die but cant stay dead” type of immortals. Theyre technically dead but functionally its more like a deep sleep or coma. Would it be a corpse at that point because it is literally dead but eventually it can be revived somehow?

[thecelestialsyzygy]

Byler is so "No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her him" coded

[princepotatosack]

woolsey college

wool <- sheep

sheep get eaten by wolves

main characters are wolves

aaaaaaaaaand POST❗️

[cheolcam]

não ironicamente chorando pq o shawn mendes lançou duas músicas hj já

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Is your profile pic of your oc?

In a way I guess? More like sona but yeah. It's originally made using a picrew

But here's a lil doodle of them anyway!

You can check out more drawings of them here

If you want to know about any of my other OCs, just ask :)

[beastbeneathemoonlight]

There are so 'different' fanfictions out there, like I was reading a post about kung fu panda getting into his goddamn 2009 honda civic, and I was like ????? what did people read or even write when they were younger???? Which got me thinking and now I'm curious:

Gonna leave this on for a week and see where it's going because I'm genuinely curious. Also feel free to drop what kind of fanfiction it was. Mine was definitely Naruto and I think I was 15 years old lol.

[gootube]

ARHGHHH NOOOOO i had like swathes and swathes of notes and elaboration written for this but tumblr fucking ATE IT so um. here's this with no further elaboration becaus ei'm sad about it. convoluted insane relationship chart once agai n but with lbocorp ocs this time

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[penig]

Mary brings her cousin Tycho home from school and they make immediate use of the playground. Abhijeet hangs around all day listening to Chloe do her best to throw the piano back out of tune. Lola's worn out after work, but Mary crawls in with her for a nap and then gets help with her homework and talks her into getting a parrot.

I don't care what you say, Pollyglot is a great name for a parrot!