#*incinerates you*

[pinacoladamatata]

*slams fist on table* THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN. LET US HATCH THE GITH EGG!!!!!

i DONT know if gith babies are born with spots or if they appear as they grow so... bald baby gith for now

[amazinglyegg]

WJAT THE FUCK

[sentientstump]

...i tried my best 😂😂🙈🙈

additional thing for @shepscapades hc character design week 2 prompt, quotes from first 10 minutes of the etho vs b-team trial, some pixel patches are from phoenix wright and ema skye + pixel patterns from apollo justice and lotta hart (what this means is a mystery to everyone but it makes sense to me "xD)

im really proud of the beef one btw

without text bubble

[willowser]

continuing with the vibe from earlier, pre-whatever canon dabi is truly, genuinely just horrible.

a surface glance wouldn't show anything more than an acquaintance-ship, but there's just something weird and different in the way you two are around each other. it's not super often, but when you are, you either enjoy a content silence or share a conversation that's only just riveting enough to keep you both present.

you ask him things about himself that he doesn't want to answer, that he refuses to, but you just kind of roll your eyes and try to hide your smile when he says something smart in response. you share a drink or two. a glance that feels too curious. there's not enough touching involved to be considered significant, but at one point you share the same breath and the air is so immediately tense and severe that you know you've crossed some kind of line no one else has with him.

but—it's undefined. unacknowledged, in truth, and dabi doesn't ever approach you on his own, nor does he give you his attention if he can keep it to himself. it's entirely too confusing, but what could you expect from a man of his status? asking for any clarification would only give you the kind of harsh end you don't want.

you leave it alone, for the most part. let it grow when it can, but you don't overdo it; if you and dabi happen to find yourself at the same club at night, you'll share a wave and maybe even have a quick chat with him outside as he smokes a cigarette.

which is exactly what you intend to do—before a man buys you a drink at the bar.

he's handsome and flirty enough that you let him, entertain his small talk and laugh at the cheap, somewhat raunchy jokes he tells you. it's all genuine, and while dabi is still lingering at the back of your mind—at the back of this club, somewhere—you allow yourself to be appreciated in the way a normal man would. not some wordless cat-and-mouse game that's too confusing to be even a little upset about.

you don't even know where dabi went, when the man excuses himself to run to the bathroom, and you do peek around for him. you really do want to have a quick chat before either of you leave because you don't know when it will be that you see him again, and you like to make the most of your chances. there's some thrilling side of you, too, that wonders if he even cares at all about the drink in your hand, or the man who bought it.

that question is answered—wordlessly, as always—in a horrific fit of chaos.

a thick cloud of smoke spreads through the club like wildfire, bringing screams of terror and a panicked mob with it. people are trampling over themselves to get from one side of the building to the doors; drinks are being flung and shoes are being lost and some are even on their knees, vomiting.

dabi follows the crowd lazily, lit cigarette in hand. there's a frightening char to his fingers that you know didn't come from just that, but he passes you without saying anything. only staring, tense and severe, before shuffling out with the rest.

and you finally see, at the back, the remains of your flirty, handsome man: whole, for the most part, except for the partfectly shaped handprint that's been seared through to his skull.

[blazeball]

[little-tyrant-gortash]

"I speak, you obey" Enver Gortash vs. "I speak, they burn" Gale Dekarios- 👀

[y-rhywbeth2]

Still amused and slightly (jokingly) offended that vampires in Saradush were having to beat their spawn with sticks to keep them from preying on the murder demigods because the blood of the gods is too "sweet" to resist...

And then Astarion's over here with the purest ichor of the gods Bhaal's put into the world on tap, looking at other necks and daydreaming about drinking the blood of other gods. (It seems like he's ultimately just so completely unimpressed by everything Bhaal. I love it. Astarion “I was alive when this idiot murder god died and failed to resurrect himself, and I'm not impressed” Ancunín)

[gin-draws]

Revenge isn’t always as cathartic as you’d imagine…

[maybebi47]

its so rare to find an accurately represented autistic character with truly an insane amount of rizz and yet ayda aguefort exists!! peace and love on earth !

everybody say thank you brennan

[thegoodmorningman]

Gonna be one Hell of a Good Morning!!!

[littleprincepaladin]

have anyone done this before

[keiachi-chan]

I DON'T GET ANY OF THIS PROSHIP/ANTISHIP NONSENSE AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO SHUT UP FOREVER

THE WAY I SEE IT FROM THE OUTSIDE IS JUST;

Proshippers about antishippers: they think that ships should be Illegal and you should be hung for even considering writing a morally grey fic. They don't want anyone to express themselves

Antishippers in reality: I hate the contents of this fic and I think it's harmful. It shouldn't be shared. Fiction can strongly impact reality, and drive a person's morals, and I don't want to see that happen to people.

Antishippers about Proshippers: they proudly support incest, pedophilia, bestiality, and other gross topics, and they'll shoot you dead for wanting to read fanfic that isn't creepy

Proshippers in reality: I believe people are entitled to writing whatever they want, even if I don't personally enjoy the material. It isn't up to the writer to dictate the morality of the reader, and they're free to do what they'd like.

JUST WORK IT OUT. WRITE WHAT YOU WANT AND BLOCK WHAT YOU HATE IT DOESN'T MATTERRRRRR.

KISS AND MAKE UP NERDS!!!!!!!

Edit: hey before u leave a comment could u read the post, maybe. Try thinking critically, also. might help a little bit, you know?

[clonememesfrikyeah]

For all my fanfic writers and consumers, imagine: a readerXAlpha-17 fic where reader has such a creative sailors mouth that some of the diabolical things they say to people has A-17 gasping in horror and clutching his pearls

[the-wintershade]

cold branches and warm sighs

pairing: jack russell x reader  summary: transformations are exhausting for Jack, but you’re always there to find him and keep him safe wc: 1.0k+  genre: worrying, sweet, comfort, sleepy warnings: jack’s cuteness, honestly a/n: hi loves! happy early halloween! this mcu short was so well done! i loved every moment of it!

“Jack!” Gunshots fizzed and sparkled in the cold air. Your feet crunched against the leaves and frost. “Jack! Where are you?”

Ted pounded over to your camp scared and white-eyed. It didn’t take many grunts and huffs from you to get the picture. Hunters, again. 

The branches rustled in agitation, and they scratched against your skin, drawing angry welts. Your hurried breaths frosted into white clouds. The sleepy blue dawn threatened to spill through the trees.

It would be moments until Jack changed back if he hadn’t already. More leaves split apart as you tore through the trees.

“Jack! Answer me!” The flashes of the guns were getting closer now, emissions floating in the air colored orange and red. You stopped, splaying your hand against a nearby tree to steady yourself. 

You wouldn’t be able to hear him if you kept running like this. If you stopped, maybe you’d hear a grow or a stumbling. The leaves and wind grew hushed. The clang of the hunter’s gear shot through the quiet, but just beyond, just out of reach, there were discombobulated steps. It had to be Jack.

More controlled this time, you moved over, the leaves parting instead of flying away from your feet. It was so dark he was hard to spot. Every patch of blackness could be tree or a bundle of branches.

Then you found one that moved. A voice, tired and cracked trickled through the dark. “Mi vida?”

Your stomach unfurled. You almost fell into him, crushing him against your body, arms around his neck. His forearms dug into your back, curling you against his chest, his cold nose brushing against your exposed neck. Your warm sighs tickled each other’s cheeks in sync.

He must have just turned back. All he had was a blanket, thin and scratchy. As he hugged you, he wrapped it around your back, drawing you into his warmth as much as he could.

Your shaky arms slowly loosened from his neck and you smoothed them against his upper arms. “You okay?” Your eyes searched his tired expression.

“I’m alright. Just a little tired.” His eyes drooped in tandem with his words. Then he started to fall, leaning into your chest. Your arms wrapped around his torso to catch him. “Just need to rest.”

Sparing a glance over his shoulder, the golden sparks of the weapons were getting closer, red twinkles from enchanted whips and daggers. You couldn’t stay here. Every moment put the both of you in danger of people that are a lot less forgiving than the dark, looming trees. The only thing they could do was intimate you.

Except for Ted. Ted could incinerate people. You had plenty of people behind you for him to become acquainted with.

You angled Jack so your hips were aligned, curling an arm around his middle to pull him forward. His legs were slow to cooperate but your determination more than made up for it. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

…

“Hey,” you smoothed your hand through his tussled hair. He began to stir, humming and squeezing you closer. His head rested near your neck, right where he always liked it. His arms rested around your center and his chest was half pressed against your torso. 

By the time you’d gotten back to camp, he’d nearly collapsed, half from the exhaustion from the transformation and from avoiding the hunters chasing the wolf. You’d had to lay him down, tucking him under the blankets and breaking some heating pads to life.

He dressed when he felt some life in his bones again, sleepily slugging into his pants and shirt. You just returned from giving Ted a hot mug of coffee, refueling him for getting the hunters off your trail. You’d make sure to go later in the morning with him to help clean up the evidence.

Just as you pushed the flap to the tent open, he rolled over to face you, a soft smile on his face. “Come here,” he freed an arm from his blanket to hold out to you. 

He was asleep a few moments later, mumbling his thanks and affection. You pressed an I love you into his scalp, thankful he was back in your arms again.

Now, his eyes peeled open, a contented hum slipping from his lips. “Good morning,” he grinned. He shifted higher so you could rest against his chest, rolling over so he lay beneath you. “How’d you sleep, amor.”

Snuggling against him, you breathed in the leaves and cold air still stuck to his clothes. There was something warmer and deeper there too; it was uniquely his. He said the same thing about you when he woke up in the mornings. He loved holding you close enough to memorize your scent. He wanted to keep it near him so he wouldn’t forget when he changed.

“Better now that you’ve gotten some rest.” His answering kiss to your crown sent a flare up your spine and warm jelly to spread through your core. 

“How’s Ted?” His voice rumbled against your ears.

“He’s alright. He was worried about the hunters before. He thought they were getting close to where we were.” You could still see Ted’s wide-open eyes and rushed strides.

Jack frowned, holding you against him tighter. “I hope I didn’t scare him. I was trying to lead them away before I got close to transforming.”

“I’m sure he knows. He sent your knight in shining armor after you anyway,” you smirked, watching his eyes light up in amusement.

“Oh, amor, I see you take your responsibilities seriously.”

“I always do. It’s you we’re talking about.”

He didn’t answer, but his growing smile answered for him. His lips parted as he brought a finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up to touch foreheads and then gently eager lips. His kiss was soft and smooth but you deepened it, pressing your worry away with your lips.

As you broke apart, he trailed a pinky down your forehead, brushing your hair away from your face. “Thank you,” he sighed, a peaceful look in his eye.

“I love you too,” you hummed. He giggled.

[rhatatootie]

Just saw a post about how RWBY became unwatchable after they killed Watts off but like the second he started mouthing off at Cinder I knew he was dead. Like did she need to hear some of that sure but Cinder is not about to take criticism from someone like WATTS.

Cinder is a maiden with the backing of SALEM, a trigger finger and something to prove. Was Watts right? Yeah, but now he’s got to die. He’s annoying and useless. Cinder used him for what she needed and discarded him. He got “everything he deserved.”

And it’s not like he’ll be missed necessarily. He had knowledge of atlas tech but atlas does not exist anymore. He didn’t even have one of the top three semblances on Salems team when it was still whole - those three spots going to Hazel, Emerald and Tyrian - like he was not making it out of volume 8 and I think it’s so funny that people are mad about that. Salem is not about to miss him she didn’t even ask about him :P.

He mouthed off at trigger finger, power hungry, has something to prove Cinder, and then expected her not to retaliate. Yeah okay lmaoooo

[arrowace40]

Everhood is a very funky game. Wish we'd get more from the characters though.