#<- implied.

[termagax]

[sebritz]

i have been saying "woke dog" to myself for days

[madelynpryor]

i like brown hair rip more than his original blonde hair cus it sets up sooo many jokes. where do you think he got the brown hair from huh? thats right. his mother. theodore stephen kord-

[ar0rin]

Okay how'd 4 and 3 start dating

They started dating 2 years after Octo Expansion. Kanava asked Shio out, and they dated each other for around 2 months before Ikizu joined them!

[ssruis]

Nene voice she doesn’t like me back she just clings to me all the time like she’ll die if she doesn’t have physical contact with me at least once a day and says I have the prettiest singing voice in the entire world and that she wants to stay by my side forever and she breaks into my school to come see me and she wants to bring me everywhere she goes and she loves learning things about me even if it’s mundane things and she wants to spend all her time with me but that’s all normal friend behavior

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

runs to your inbox. here have these,

tachiaku + "never say that again."

nikonathan + "you're a bad idea."

kunilai + "we can't do this right now."

tachiaku + "never say that again."

"Never say that again." Akutagawa growls, shoving Tachihara against the wall. Tachihara winches, the wind being knocked out of him as Rashomon snarls in his ear. "Sorry, geez-" Tachihara gasps out, reaching to readjust his dress. Damnit, why'd he have to wear a dress? Akutagawa would look sexy as hell in one- He should not be thinking about this. Akutagawa rolls his eyes, letting him drop to the floor. Tachihara looks up at him. His suit is embroidered with care, and form-fitting to a stunning degree. And yeah, maybe Tachihara's dress is the same, but it makes him feel... weird. Like maybe he'd wanna keep wearing it after this. He can't imagine why. "Get up, we still have a dealer to find." Akutagawa's voice cuts through his thoughts, and he nods hurriedly, standing up. Oh well, he'll wonder about this later. It's probably nothing.

nikonathan + "you're a bad idea"

"You're a bad idea." Nathaniel snarls out, as Nikolai drags its mouth across a cut, licking the blood off. He could carve it open from the inside, and that would be a mercy to both of them. It knows that. It stares at him, hungry, willing, waiting. "You must adore those, then." It whispers, trailing a sinful kiss up to his neck, and then to his ear. He grits his teeth. "Do not claim to know what I care for."

kunilai + "we can't do this right now"

"We can't do this right now." Kunikida snaps, trying to grab his book back from Nikolai. Nikolai tosses it up, retreating back into its overcoat before catching it before Kunikida can. It pretends to thoughtfully thumb through the pages for a moment, eye darting from Kunikida to his book and back again, and then smirks. Kunikida's eyes narrow. "Nikolai-" Nikolai bites into the book with a vengeance. "Made an opening in your schedule for you!" "NIKOLAI."

[movedtoacolorlessworld]

He's thinking about Credits and how "hot" he is like a stupid gayass bitch. How pathetic. Is he really a bodyguard???

[themothnotthemap]

[exomemories in fanfic format below cut. cws for death, general blood, possession, violence, etc — tags are specific, ask to tag further. i am your new favorite living dead girl.]

Atlas doesn’t realize how spaced he is until Danny pulls his hand away from the toothbrush. He takes a moment to spit up - It’s mainly blood, some foam from the toothpaste, and Atlas pretends to miss the question. “Are you okay?” hangs in the air until Atlas leaves for errands.

He never does respond. 

It’s cold out. Maple weaves between his legs with every step.

He’s supposed to meet his dad later that night.

That sort of goes out the window when his head gets bashed into a wall. 

That sort of goes out the window when his vision spots and someone’s crushing his windpipe, cold steel hits him upside the head, and the sound of Maple barking and tearing into someone’s leg fades into the background of blood rushing in Atlas’ head.

There’s something else rushing. Some kind of flame - Atlas thinks someone might be aiming to burn him again.

The pain never comes. There’s a certain dullness to everything. A certain haze. Someone- No, something- stands in front of him.

Canid. A distant part of him supplies ‘eastern coyote’. The skull is, atleast, lit bright. Pink. Strontium and potassium, a distant part of him supplies.

It— She cocks her head, whispers with a voice like ivory and brimstone-

“..You want to live.” It’s not quite a question.

“Yes,” the response is rushed, slurred, hazy. 

“..Of course you do.” It’s not offensive, condescending- A fact. Maybe laced with confusion.

It takes Noa all of two seconds to grab onto her hand.

It burned. Burned up every last inch of him, he swore it. Like an ache that ate up every joint, every nerve, every vein - and in the same instant it was over.

In the same instant - from the pain in his ribcage piercing into his lungs, the whisperings of salvation, the handshake to now. He watches the last dancing of pink flares fade from his fingers, watches it seep into his eye in the pool of blood at his knees.

Maple’s hackles lower, she nudges her bloody muzzle into Noa’s hand- and Atlas barely processes himself getting up, taking a hold of the leash — Nothing clicks in until he’s staring at his bedroom ceiling with the dog over his stomach and the cat nuzzling at his face and his father in the doorway.

Nobody speaks for a long moment. It’s a headtilt, eyebrow raise, a vague motion to the eye of the same side. 

Noa swallows. Takes a breath. It’s shaky, carries the taste of his own ashes, carries the taste of regret — the kind you feel when you had no other choice.

“..I fucked up.” The words aren’t right. They feel clunky in Atlas’ throat, chalky when he swallows another mouthful of what was almost his remains. “I- I think I died?”

“..You think you died.” It’s deadpanned back at him. Not disbelief. The kind of worry you feel when you knew it was going to happen.

“I think.” Atlas repeats, stomach dropping. He sits up. His hands are shaky. They’re bloodstained, and Danny whistles low and smooth. “It’s mine. Maybe.” Atlas pauses. Tilts his head to the side, like he’s listening- “It’s not-?” 

There’s a few seconds before it hits in. Before the consequences weigh heavy in his mouth.

“Ohgodit’snotmyblood-“ He’s almost on the verge of sobbing, voice pitching up as he’s pressed tight to Danny’s chest in one swift motion. “What did I do- I’msorry. I’msorry. I’msorry, m’sorry, m’sorry-“ Everything blurs. Everything burns, everything rings loud in his ears and he flinches- halfscreams at the phantom touch of heat and bone on his spine, and the real heat, the steady breathing on the other end. 

He takes the night off work.

It doesn’t stop him from taking a nap with Maple under the counter.

[godsprettiestprincess]

Sam accidentally turning his “I’m a monster 😞” problems into the much less problematic “gets gender envy from tentacle monsters” problems

[mercurio-shadowz]

Shadow is Rouge's n1 fan (and hater, currently)

+ Sonic is here literally just to be a little prick

This took so long @_@

[xcziel]

link: https://bsky.app/profile/brainvsbook.bsky.social/post/3llc72lyhu22j

google translate defaulting to chinese at first

okay but for those of us with interests in both the murderbot and the daomu biji fandoms this is kinda hilarious

(english-side-only really, i get that the kanji and hanzi are completely different)

our good (air)ship murderbot! thanks google

[luetta]

[kidovna]

heartbreak

[catnippackets]

I see way too many posts about being really affectionate with your friends and if you aren't hugging and kissing your friends then you don't really have friends and you should be in love with your friends a little bit and it annoys me so here's a post that shouts out non-affectionate friends. shoutout to the people who don't like affection or hugging or being super gushy with each other but still love and appreciate their friends dearly. shoutout to the people who find it really hard to be emotionally vulnerable and sweet but are still always there for you in a crisis. shoutout to people who don't have to be hugging you constantly to prove that they care about you

[candycatfalls]

She's being supportive! 🥰💖