#mmmmmmm thinking about it

[racoonisinasawtrap]

Fuckin rocks when I can leave my food in the microwave and go do something fun and come back and my food is cooked and good,,, like what do you mean minecraft steve cooked my lasanagina,,, what a guy,,,

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[arsenicapplecore]

Kriselle kiss as knight and princess? With Kris dying in her arms? 🥹

This is entirely and unapologetically referenced by that one scene where Zelda holds Link in her arms. I’ll post a kiss version in the future, thanks for the request!

[thescreaminghat]

tf armada megatron reminds me so much of a crab. . .a silly crustacean 🦀 and what if instead of optimus. . .it was octopus prime u_u just two guys in the ocean

[boycaca]

Admittedly im no hardcore tartaglia fan so idk what kind of discussions you guys are having over there but i feel like i always see people talk about his traumatic past in the abyss or the fatui but what about his childhood. What about the fact that he is basically just some country bumpkin in the fatui. I like to think that the first “weapon” his father made him learn how to “wield” was an axe, not to fight people, but for chopping wood for heat fuel for the house at The Grown Age Of 6 Years Old. I dont know much about the climate in snezhnaya so i cant tell you if they’re able to grow a lot of crops in the summer or if it really is just an everlasting snowstorm there but i can feel it in my bones that whenever his mother was gardening he was called outside to help her weed out the crops (is that what you call that process in english???). Do you think his favourite dessert was kissel or something, or maybe those sugar rooster lollipops they would sell at markets. Do you think he ever slid down a snowy hill so fast he crashed into a tree. Do you think he would beg his mom to bake him a honey cake each year for his birthday (with his help, of course). Do you think when he first arrived at the capital in snezhnaya he got lost and confused because he just did not know how to navigate a big city. Do you thin

[ofswordsandpens]

hi i would love your thoughts on the percy jackson show being renewed for s3!! tbh i’m really nervous about how it’s gonna turn out given the mess that was s1. do you think there’s a chance it’ll get better?

[queenofbaws]

Prompt: I can’t…believe another word you say

When the thing was dead - well and truly dead, crumpled and deflated and slick with a sick-smelling ichor he tried not to think on - he let himself breathe. The world itself seemed to slough off of him with the exhale, falling away piece by piece as relief rose up to meet his crashing adrenaline.

His shoulders drooped. The stock of his rifle hit the floor. His eyes shut. He staggered back into the waiting crook of the wall, praying it would hold his weight. His heart raced and raced until it decided to slow.

And then Angela was screaming.

James surged back to life, his clammy as they reached for a gun that was no longer there, and if the world had drifted before, now it spun, swinging wildly on an axis he couldn't discern. This wasn't where he should've been - this wasn't where he'd been when he'd shut his eyes. That place had been hot and sweat-smelling, the air thick with someone else's breath and the cloying smell of pine sap soaked into unwashed clothes. The walls had pulsed, throbbed, shuddered like skin, and Angela...she'd been so quiet there. She'd been so quick, streaking past him like a shadow, always close enough to grab but never catch.

Now, he watched her tear into the sad, slick thing on the ground, the television she'd thrown first canted at a strange angle atop the creature's broken head. (What he'd taken for a head, anyway. What his mind had insisted was a head for the sake of his sanity.) She kicked its bedframe bones and stomped at the masses quivering beneath its skin; she fell to her knees and clawed through it, ripping and shredding each miserable membrane with her fingernails, her fingertips, resorting to using her teeth when still it wasn't enough.

Taken aback, he leaned further into the safety of his corner, relying on the walls to hold him steady. It had all happened so fast - too fast - and caught in the swirling haze between her newfound brutality and his confusion, there wasn't anything he could bring himself to do but stand and watch.

When had they switched places? When had the places switched?

Why was he suddenly the one so afraid of her?

When she was satisfied with its destruction, Angela sat back on her haunches and screamed once more - a horrendous sound, a howl of agony and rage that caught in his own chest before it shuddered, shattered, gave way to a child's wail of terror. She lurched forward, supported only by her hands, and as she retched and heaved and forced herself to sick up whatever bits of the beast were still caught between her teeth, James came back to himself enough to understand he was witnessing a moment not meant for him.

And yet...there he was.

The discomfort of the moment crept in like a fever. He'd never been good at this, never known what to say or do to make things hurt less. Mary was proof-positive of that, he thought; if he'd had any doubts about that, Laura had stomped them flat beneath her shoe. Still, he had to do something, because if he listened to her screaming like that for any longer, he thought his skin might separate from his bones. His brain might swell, busting through his skull like a rotten eggshell. He might lose what was left of his mind. He might grab her, shake her, scream right back in her face to stop, stop, for the love of God, just fucking shut up already!

"I think it's dead," he forced himself to say. "Are you o - "

He hadn't taken a step towards her - not a single one - but she recoiled anyway, wrenching her whole body away from him. "Don't touch me," she spat, her eyes black fire in the dim light of the abandoned bedroom, "don't even look at me! I know what you're doing! I know what you want!"

A familiar refrain. So familiar, in fact, that he reeled away in much the same way she had, the crown of his head bumping the walls in his effort to escape. "I-I don't...I don't know what you think's going on, but I...I just want to help, Angela. Look at - "

"Help," she sneered, baring her teeth as she glared at him (a conscious effort, if the heaving of her shoulders was any sign). "Do you think I'm that dumb? You think I'm that stupid?! You think I'm going to believe anything that comes out of your mouth?"

Stunned, it was all he could do to stare, to jaw at the air. "I killed that...that thing!" he managed, holding a shaking hand out to the wilted form on the ground. "It...it was after you! I stopped it! I...I..."

"Saw him," Angela finished for him, her own jaw working strangely, as if some muscle had come loose in all her retching. She didn't move for a while, didn't budge from that spot on the floor where bile and blood clotted and sank into her clothes as her legs, no doubt, numbed and pricked with pins and needles. No, she stayed there, motionless, her eyes boring holes through every bit of him, and just before the weight of it became too much for him to handle, she eased herself onto her feet.

"You saw him," she said again, speaking slowly, each syllable a stab. "You saw Daddy. You didn't see anything else, not one other thing...but you saw Daddy. You saw my daddy."

"I - "

"So now," she interrupted, lifting her chin defiantly as she took her first step towards him, the monster's pulp squelching beneath her weight, "I see you. I know what you are. You hear me? I. Know. What. You. Are. James." Her upper lip twisted. "And you make me sick."

[ghonorrhead]

PLEASESSEEE MY ART ALWAYS FLOPS SO FUCKING BADDDD anyways *throws some more gyjos at you before running away*

[room217prayer]

Some ramblings and thoughts on Nesta

Just some quick thoughts, this time about Nesta:

She isn't blinded by Glamour.

Magic and word tricks don't work on her.

But she's still blind and bound, but not by lies and illusions, what prevents her from not seeing (or wanting to see/acknowledge things) is her love for her family.

And her self-hatred, because she thinks she deserves this.

Not to say, how much does she know?

She knows/see Feyre loving Rhysand, the fact that she's bound to him and that she hates Tamlin, he did horrible things to her.

So she goes from that, even though she knows her sister loved him so much to sacrifice herself.

How much does Nesta know? How many lies did she detect?

The manipulations and holes in the narrative, that she ended up ignoring? Does she want to know the truth? Will she want to get to the bottom of it, or is she being slowly drained, her spirit squashed, until she just bows and accepts even if she shouldn't?

She has no reason to trust them, but she does.

[spacemancharisma]

alright we've got two days so it's time to put in your bets-

[emicat1159]

"Wanting to give one of your character couples a cute child but one of them physically cannot have one and if you did it wouldn't make sense to your au canon so all you can do is suffer" is the kinda mood I'm in today

Anyway hi good morning

[stargun2307]

Crack (and potentially very dark) thought of the day: STAR hierarchies gone wrong probably work like police gangs. In fact, I bet STAR hierarchies operate exactly like police gangs. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just Google “LASD gangs”.) Starlings strike me as the type to run the gamut from truly honorable individuals who genuinely care for the population they police, to sadomasochist serial killers who use their badge to cover for some really awful things. I love the fluff STAR/EULR and toxic yuri STAR/STCR fics just as much as the next person, but there’s a ripe opportunity to link all of those into the dark underbelly of truly deviant personalities, oppressive regimes and straight up gangs and crimes that I really want to see more of.

[space-aether]

Lucanis and Spite made a deal so Spite doesn’t burst out and kill him like the other abomination experiments, but there’s nothing technically stopping Spite from doing it at any moment.

Not that Spite would — normally— but what about in an extreme emergency, life or death situation. Where they’re literally both dying and this way at least Spite can survive, and with how entwined they are maybe save some of Lucanis’s mind too?

[lucifer-kane]

im so used to surrounding myself with people who are fat/don't talk negatively about being fat (in any way) that when I see skinny people talk about 'feeling fat' im blown away and feel a bit like this

[asterleavess]

Imagine drawing human characters and keeping them human, NOT IN THIS HOUSE

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIIII FINALLY BACK THINKING ABT. GRAYSCALE WIBBY.!!!!!!!!

actually i'm. more gonna b thinkign abt like canon wiwi in worm terms bc i hav.e. fucking. NO clue how grayscale arc will translate and i'm genuinely thinking i gotta revamp his entire powerset maybe but we'll see!! i'm SO so so so excited to get ur essay on it………

anyway. new haven wards at least a 7 or so!!!!!!!!! they could fucking kill people very very very easily!!!!! they are genuinely terrifying & they r teenagers!!! clingy sad teenagers who it would take several other capes and a ton of armed soldiers and maybe like a tank to bring down!!!! a big part of my reasoning for this & them being insanely fucking op is like… they're the heirs to the triumvirate-equivalent!!! they're out here being hand picked & groomed for the roles of shit like "level cities" and "throw yourself into leviathan" and "fight the slaughterhouse 9"-- they have to be. so scary and have so much on their shoulders & also be fucked up teenagers. to me. i feel incredibly normal about this btw. also i'm sure they all feel so normal about this i'm sure grayscale wiwi sees so much protocol being enacted because of him & feels normal about it!!! im sure people love having his powers used on him and think he's cool and great and not a sick twisted fuck!!! im sure everyone's reactions to him r awesome and have a good effect on his psyche!!!! (also i have. thoughts. on like. vigilante or rogue nhw. head in hands.)

anyway anyway anyway. BACK TO WIWI. I AM PUTTING HIM AT A 9 OR 10. THIS IS. MMM. DEFINITELY WEIGHTED WITH A CONSIDERATION TO THE PANIC AND COLLATERAL DAMAGE VARIABLE. it is genuinely fucking insane to me that william wisp can create perfect simulacra of people that are such close and perfect imitations people Can Not Tell Them Apart. and also that he can create and control MANY SIMULTANEOUSLY. WHILE BEING A DISTANCE AWAY FROM THEM. and they can ATTACK YOU. even more fucking insane is that he can do it with the environment too & can create illusions that massive without anyone even noticing??………. like. just. think about it for a second. grayscale arc is literally already worm world but think about the fucking shit someone could do when they could create such visually perfect copies that no one can tell unless they touch them or he fucks up somehow. think about the shit he could do by faking an entire environment or explosions or anything else perfectly. literally going insane thinking about this & how well it's used in grayscale arc & fucking imagine if that's just. what he did every day!!! god. anyway everything u say about wibby causes me such immense pain i cannot stop fucking thinking about "what do u think he'd do if he saw civilians being evacuated because of him". head in hands. this is literally so incoherent btw sorry but like. wiwi................

GOD. DUDE. I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY IN REGARDS TO WIBBY BUT I CANT TELL YOU YET. GOD. i feel really normal about wibby and david. they have a normal and healthy sibling relationship (<< me when i lie)

i would suggest . not . totally overhauling your ideas for wibbys powers yet. maybe altering them a little but . keep them as is for now. smile. i have some ideas. im like. on the CUSP of learning more about cauldron and the artificial powers i think though so on the basis that i dont want to sound silly about my mutuals favorite piece of media i think i will hold off on that for juuuust a little longer. side note unrelated question. i know hatchet face's power was. like. cancelling out other capes powers. is there something in worm that like. temporarily or permanently removes someones powers. that would be so fucked up! but i am Thinking. how would we go about wibby power loss arc. WOULD we even need to do this. many thoughts head full.

um . hi. roswell my beautiful friend and mutual. "groomed for roles such as 'level cities' and 'throw yourself at leviathan' or 'fight the slaughterhouse 9'" do you want me to die? do you want me to die. also thats got me thinking- do you think part of the reason they chose dakota was his anger for the s9 and what they did to his parents. actually on that note would that be his trigger event???????? i dont remember if we've talked about trigger events for nhw yet. speaking of which i think wibby getting the smoke powers should be a secondary trigger event for him. i still think about that moment a lot and it hurts me so bad. mallard conway im going to kick your ass. would the smoke powers be classified as Master since theyre like... controlling minions or whatever?????? you are the worm master (<< awesome title i just came up with) id love ur thoughts on power mechanics.

im so fucking tempted to give u a little bit of the wibby david essay here but theres a specific scene in grey i need you to hear before i go full tilt into that. for now i will just say. remember the "i thought you were the first good thing to come out of deadwood. the first thing that wasnt sick and twisted" line? yeah. god. uhhhhh finding out the older sibling youve looked up to for basically your whole life is actually a horrible piece of shit person and would throw you to the wolves if it benefited him in some way. but instead he turns you into the wolf and sets you loose on people who you used to think were your friends and you dont even realize it until its too late (yes i used the wolf metaphor on purpose be so proud of me)

ANYWAY. UM. YEAH. greyscale wibby fucking. stalking through a building and all of davids hired guards see the shit hes doing and decide its better to abandon their orders and face davids wrath later than to stick around for this horrifying cape shit theyre not equipped to deal with in the slightest. wibby starts hearing radio calls of hired hands telling each other to get the fuck out of there and he realizes the reason they sound so scared is because of him. and yet. he has to keep going he HAS TO or else this will all be for nothing and hes already done so much damage he CANT let it be for nothing. but all these people are afraid of him now