#just in case

[pixlokita]

Well… it happens

[sad-leon]

somethin somethin drowning in your own stress and mistakes

[purple-raspberries]

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What do you mean by “Mailman”?

Sketch I made with the intent to make Eddie look more ominous. Alternate eye version 👇

[koolaidcultistt]

You and I are not the same, are we?

This SOUL resonates with a strange feeling.

There is a reason you continue to recreate this world.

There is a reason you continue to destroy it.

You.

You are wracked with a perverted sentimentality.

[butch-lesbian-forneus]

Family Portrait

[robboyblunder]

Frozen giant in the woods...

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[eightspringdays]

Fujimoto always delivers when it comes to devil designs, this is probably one of my favorites

[lavendernlilac]

It’s late at night when Scar finally finishes up his rounds during patrol. He stands on top of a building, the colors of his Hotguy suit bright under the shine of the moon. He takes a look around, finding the streets of his city safe and quiet. He hasn’t dealt with much tonight besides a robber or two; typical.

He takes a glance at the time through his HUD display, wincing. 5:45am. Well, it’s not six in the morning, so that’s some sort of improvement. He lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging low. “Time to call it a night for this hot guy.”

Turning around, Scar takes off, jumping along rooftops with the braces of his suit pushing him forward. The air is crisp and cool as the breeze moves through the loose strands of his hair. They’re slowly approaching autumn, a thought that makes him smile faintly. He heads in the direction of home, but it isn’t his own apartment. No, no, it belongs to his other half.

It takes him roughly forty five minutes to reach his destination, stopping at the roof of the building right next to the apartments in front of him. Scar takes a careful glance around, making sure that there aren’t any extra eyes watching him. At most he finds a stray cat sitting on the fire exit stairs right by someone’s stairs that he coos at. Other than the cat, the coast is clear. Nodding to himself, Scar jumps down, landing carefully on the fire escape right by the window he’s looking for.

He gives the window a small test, pushing up on it. To his relief the window is unlocked, and he slips right inside the apartment. He climbs through, booted feet landing silently on the floor. Making sure to lock the window behind him, Scar takes a breath. He surveys the bedroom he’s in, the last bits of the moon spilling in through the window to create a streak of light. It’s just enough to light up the sleeping person in front of him, and instantly Scar softens at the sight.

See, he has the wonderful privilege of not only being a bodyguard to famous pop star Ariana Griande, but her boyfriend as well. Not that anyone knows about that second bit.

Taking a moment to simply admire his lovely girlfriend, Scar smiles softly. Her blanket is pulled up to her shoulders, one of her hands lying on the pillow next to her head. Grian’s glasses have practically fallen off her face, tilted and just barely clinging to her ears. Her long curls are splayed across her pillow, a few stray strands fallen in her face. He has to keep himself from giggling at the bit of hair in her mouth. The moonlight frames her perfectly, giving her a near ethereal glow as she sleeps comfortably under the covers. Scar has never been so enamored with someone before, so incredibly sure that she’s the only one for him.

Seeing her so cozy has Scar yawning, and he figures he may as well join her. He pulls his boots and bracers off, striping himself of the external parts of his suit. He’s left with the bare bones of it, just the pants and shirt. His bow and quiver sit against the wall, innocuous. Although after some thought Scar pulls his shirt off as well. Before climbing into bed with Grian, he sets his visor on the nightstand. He also carefully takes Grian’s glasses off her face so that they don’t break in her sleep.

He knows how much she hates wearing contacts, she wears them enough as is when she performs as Griande.

Glasses safe, Scar tiptoes around the bed, deeming it safer to get in on the other side. Standing at the edge of the bed, Scar cringes as the springs creak right when his knee touches the mattress. He powers through it, hoping to avoid waking Grian. And he thinks he does a pretty good job of it!

Scar comfortably lays down on his side, facing Grian’s back. He scoots toward her, holding his breath as he ever so slowly wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. He gets a hint of Grian’s strawberry scented shampoo and instantly relaxes, comfortable. This? This is the perfect way to end a quiet night of patrol. Scar sighs with content, pressing a kiss to Grian’s hair. He lets his eyes fall shut and—

“Well you’re here earlier than yesterday.”

He yelps at the sound of her voice, flinging himself back. “G-G-Grian!” he exclaims, startled. He sets a hand against his chest, feeling how his heart races. “Oh my gosh you scared me—how long have you been awake?!”

Grian laughs, the sound full of mischief and melody. “Would it make you feel better if I said you woke me up when you took my glasses off?” she asks. “I was already awake but I can pretend.”

Scar heaves a breath, shaking his head. “Of course you were awake as soon as I got in. You’re such a light sleeper.”

“Nah, I just sleep better when you’re here,” Grian sleepily answers, rolling over to face him. She greets him with a cheeky smile, and Scar can’t help but return it.

“Hi, beautiful.” He reaches for her once more, kissing her nose. Just like Grian, he sleeps a lot better with her in his arms.

Grian playfully rolls her eyes at him, affection soft in her expression. “Hi, handsome,” she returns. “Not hiding any injuries on me this time, are you?” She squints at him with suspicion through the darkness.

“No ma’am!” Scar denies. “Unless you count some little bruises, that is,” he amends after a moment, thinking about it. “Some robbers wanted to play tough rather than sitting still to wait for the cops. Not to worry though, they were no match for good ol’ Hotguy.” He grins at her, slipping his hand under the cotton shirt she wears. The act feels so natural, as he settles his palm against the middle of her back.

“Scar, your hand is cold!” Grian yelps as he touches her. “Out! You can touch me when you’re warm.” She frowns.

He looks at her with a small pout, “Oh Grian, you’d let me suffer with cold hands all by myself? After spending the night bravely fighting against evil?”

“Yes.” Grian doesn’t hesitate with her answer.

Scar ups the antics, pulling out the puppy dog eyes as he pleads with her. "You won't even warm me up?"

"You can put your hands under the blanket if you want them to be warm," Grian replies, refusing to give in.

"But Griaaaaan," he whines at her, looping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "You're my favorite blanket."

"Scar!" Grian huffs at him, setting her hand against his chest. She sighs with fond exasperation, "of course you're not wearing a shirt."

Scar hums, nuzzling his cheek against her head. "I thought you liked seeing me shirtless?" he teases, pressing his cold palm further against her back. He grins as he feels her shudder in his grasp. "Gets you all weak in the knees."

"Oh my god, shut up and get under the covers before you start freezing." Grian moves back to let Scar pull the blankets up, giving him room.

Wasting no time, Scar joins her under the covers with a content sigh. He feels the warmth almost immediately, and Scar practically melts. "Oh sweet warmth, I could fall right asleep just like this," he hums. "Although, something is missing." Meeting Grian's eyes, Scar grins at her before reaching out, pulling his girlfriend right into his chest once more. And just to be extra mischievous, Scar slips his hand under her shirt again. Though, some of the effect is lost now that his hand is a bit warmer. "There we go. Now I'm all ready for bed."

Grian huffs lightly at him, tucking her head under his chin. He smiles as her arm wraps around him, scooting closer. "I'm glad you're not hurt," she mumbles to him. "Else I would've had Skizz track those guys down so I could give them a piece of my mind."

Scar laughs in return, the sound full of warmth as he runs his fingers through her hair. "I'm a superhero, sweetheart. It's a part of the job description."

"I don't care," Grian grumbles, pressing her lips against his chest.

His chest swells with affection, and Scar squeezes her in his arms. "Maybe I should start calling you Hotgirl then," he teases.

Grian pinches him, "Absolutely not, if you call me that I'll lock my window next time you want to sneak in late."

He laughs again, and god he loves this girl. He'd give her the whole world if she asked him to. He'd steal the sun right out of the sky just to gift it to her to see her smile if he could. Scar doesn't care what price he'd have to pay, he'd do anything to make Grian happy, to keep her happy for as long as he lives. He moves back, looking down at her. "I love you," he says, voice soft like honey, vibrant and thick and so painfully sweet.

She smiles at him, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. "I love you too." Grian pulls him down, pressing their lips together with soft intention. Scar melts into it with ease, like it's as natural as breathing; with Grian it is. There's nothing easier than being with her. He moves his lips against hers lightly, nipping at her bottom lip. Grian sighs quietly, one of her hands moving to tangle in his hair, pulling it out of the ponytail he keeps it in. Scar pulls her closer against him, pressing his lips a little harder against her.

Grian lets him move her, feeling him nudge his knee in between her legs. His thumb strokes her back lovingly as he nips at her lip once more, earning himself a pretty, yet muffled noise from her.

Yet before they can go any further, Grian pulls away, breathing heavy as she looks at him. Her hand remains in his hair, strands tangled around her fingers. "As much as I love where this is going, you've been out all night and haven't gotten any rest," she says.

Scar pouts, but doesn't argue against her. He is tired. He sighs dramatically, "I guess going to sleep would be better than staying up and having a good time with you."

Grian groans at the pun on his name, knocking her head against him. "You're insufferable. Go to sleep, Scar."

He chuckles at her reaction, bundling her up in his arms. "Alright, alright. Good night, my pretty bird."

"Good night, Scar," Grian sighs softly, setting her head right under his chin, embracing him. "...thank you for coming home in one piece."

Scar lets his eyes fall shut, tucking his face into her hair. "For you? Always."

[nbythegreat]

There is something sooo intruging about writing James Potter as the cruelest man ever existed. Like pure evil. He wasn't raised as a blood purist. BUT he would use every other thing he has as superior to others to torment them. His money, his looks, his skills, his popularity.

Making marauders' relationship borderline toxic is soo refreshing too.

Sirius hiding the dark magic he knows from James because James would look down upon him, and bullying Severus because of it while he did dark magic since he was five. Always hiding a bit of himself.

Them bullying Peter and Remus alongside others. Nearly complete disregard of their opinions and feelings.

Them seemingly accepting Remus but not really, he was just a tame werewolf they have fun with once a month. Remus can't be aggressive, Remus can't defend himself, Remus can't freak out because Sirius tried to use him as a weapon because he wouldn't be the tame werewolf they would feel safe around. Because them feeling safe was more important than Remus feeling safe.

Peter, maybe the bravest one in the school, running with a werewolf as a tiny rat. Skilled enough to be an animagus at 15, smart enough to be a spy without getting caught, getting belittled and bullied constantly by Sirius and James. Because what he was lesser than them? Enywhere else he would be treasured.

They didn't suspect Peter because they treated everyone like shit not just him. They treated Remus worse.

James lying to Lily and everyone else about stopping bullying people, James manipulating Lily into a marriage, then a kid.

I want this man evil with zero loveable qualities. But someone, despite knowing all of this, loving him. He's babied enough. And I will love him like this too. This is not a James slander post. Half of this are headcanons to fit him to my narrative.

[mohavegecko]

hey can we talk about how after angel accidentally kills her mother with a turret jack. continues to make her kill things. because. uhm.

[cotton-eyes]

Ngl I kind of hate Ford haters as much as I hate Mabel haters,

like before book of bill I’m a bit more leniant but people who after BoB are like “boo hoo your muse betrayed you, your boyfriend was a monster🥺” it’s just like did you read the book????

I firmly believe that Ford was an ass, but like ya’ll realized he was abused right?

Bill did the Sci Fi version of roofie-ing your boyfriend and mutilating his body, it wasn’t a “owo toxic yaoi” it was straight up abuse, and practically stated DV.

Not to say you can’t have fun with billford or can’t be pissed at how Ford treats everyone in his life, but I want you to at least acknowledge what gave him those traits.

If you’re going to hate at least do it with nuance.

[spadeprincesss]

I love vidow as a ship sm because Vio really looked at Shadow's claws and fangs and went HELLOOOOO SAILOR like he's so me. freak

THIS ASK HAS HAD ME SOBBING SINCE I SAW IT ITS SO GOOD!! UR SO RIGHT ANON HE’S SUCH A FREAK LMFAO!!

I wanna keep my blog as SFW as possible, I won’t be going into any R-18 content here but yeah I think Vio is the only one freaky enough to handle Shadow if you know what I mean

[ink-going-insane]

something random that bothers me is mystreet laurance's eye color.

mcd laurance originally had green eyes, and the reason they turned into a light blue color was because of the irene statue giving him his sight back after the nether incident. at least, that's how i've seen it. idk if the eye change has a more complicated or different lore reason or not ^^;

but then mystreet laurance just has the light blue eyes right off the bat instead of what should've been his natural eye color, green. is it something to do with the irene statue that effected his reincarnation or something? or is it like that just because? is there another reason that i don't know about?

this definitely isn't an original question or realization since this series and its fandom have been around for a good while, but i just wanted to mention it anyway lol

anyway! headcanon that mystreet laurance has heterochromia -w- (i know this isn’t original either but still)

[notsosmallbean]

truly insane episode back there-

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[Image ID: A painterly digital portrait of Celia Ripley from the Magnus Protocol, a curvy white woman with dark hair, dressed in professional attire and a raincoat. She is stood in a dark basement, with the only source of light being a blue portal to one side of her, casting a harsh blue light. She has a dark expression and is giving a "Kubrick stare", looking right into the camera intensely. On one shoulder is a spider in the same blue as the portal. End image ID.]

[formula-disaster]

lol I just read someone justifying what lando said in his live with Fewtrell as 'All drivers have said stupid things at the beginning of the careers, just look at Lewis! '

And I was like sure, but beginning of his career? Lando? Brother's been a f1 driver for damn near five years atp. His career began a long time ago and if he keeps saying stupid shit it'll screech to halt soon.

[highabovethecloudssomewhere]

(ocs) guardian angel and his boyfriend

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