#1v1 ME

[veliatra]

Also... Did you know I will also draw for you if you can 1v1 me in elden ring?

That's right.

Fight me. Fight me.

I'll draw for you, for free.

My discord name is the same as here.

F I G H T M E

[hoforwonho]

lilac

Lilac: biting yuo

[corvid-corvette-coven]

yeah bro i write

i write SO GOOD

watch me write

*cracks knuckles aggresively*

She focuses on you with eyes honed by dozens of petty squabbles, invisible scars dance across her self assured form in an almost web-like pattern as she bends her knees and assumes a fighting stance, brandishing her fists as if the unmoisturised knuckles could somehow pose you a deadly threat.

“YEAH I WRITE”

She takes a step, bending her knees further and swinging an arm in turn with the momentum, apparently aiming for your torso, instead she whiffs the shot entirely and falls on her ass.

The unmistakeable snap of bone calls dully from her hips, and moving to get up, she rolls onto her stomach, the broken bones releasing some expensive sounding noises before she gives up and lies on her face.

“yeah- i write >:(“ Says the girl, her voice muffled by pain, shame, and the floor.

[deliciousllamalamppandabanana]

1v1 me!

[linoyes]

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[akiacia]

cake night highlights

[cookiedough77]

i forgot i can make normal text posts so im gonna do this more often because i think about miraculous daily:

when marinette and adrien play minecraft, marinette is the PRO at many aspecs of the game, while adrien WANTS/THINKS he can do well and then he ends up gathering flowers, chopping down trees for marinette, grows the crops, and then he sobs uncontrollably when he has to kill an animal

[astral-aromance]

Something that's funny to me is how the fandom has decided that Ñolofinwë is physically stronger than Fëanor based soley on the fact that he fought Morgoth and wounded him, while ignoring that the only reason Fëanor didn't fight Morgoth 1v1 is because Morgoth was litterally shaking and crying while hiding in his evil castle at the sheer thought of Fëanor reaching him, so he sent like 10 Balrogs to deal with him instead.

[eggplantlive]

I especially love how during Adolins fight with Abidi the Monarch, he performs so well that Abidi’s immediate reaction is just to accuse Adolin of hacks because Adolin simply HAS to be a radiant as there is no way he could be beating him without a bond.

Rest in piss Abidi you would’ve loved modern gaming interactions

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[mamawasatesttube]

"the bats could take down supers despite the supers being way more powerful than them because they are weak to kryptonite!!!" oh really? mhm, right, that's nice. hey, do you know what the bats are weak to? here is a brief, nonexhaustive list: bullets, bombs, swords, crossbow bolts, arrows, crowbars, bombs, grenades, being slammed into pavement at high velocities, drowning, asphyxiation, and i haven't even gotten into the frost breath, laser eyes, ttk in one case, etc. ...

[wyrmwright]

a day with the seraphim + ex-warlords

[om-chats]

A New Side to Lucifer

Lucifer

POV: You are about to get killed by Lucifer after he finds out you let Belphie out of the attic

[ozymdis]

I commend your efforts as I have done the same with the Hurt Leonardo (TMNT) tag not terribly long ago. However, the entire section of a serious is a much larger feat than that of a somewhat-obscure tag. Zeus strike me down if I fail, but I’ll take you on.

If a person casually reads fanfiction, doesn’t that imply the existence of competitively reading fanfiction? I don’t know about you but the people with 30+ tabs of fanfics open on a device should consider joining the competitive scene.

[wordy-little-witch]

Ya know what occurs to me?

Karai Bari is in the New World.

Crocodile and Mihawk only showed up after the establishment of the delivery service.

Buggy was in Paradise. Marineford would have been in Paradise, I think, or at least Buggy's crew still was.

He doesn't have conquerors to cross the calm belt.

So... to get to the New World and set up shop, he'd have to have gone through Fishman Island, wouldn't he? So he'd had to have gotten the ship coated.

He'd likely have had to face Rayleigh or at least he'd have anticipated it - maybe Shanks even mentions Rayleigh hanging around there, maybe even mentioning him having NEVER missed Shanks passing through....

So when Buggy goes when Buggy expects to be found and claims to be dreading it and is but is also so hopeful so scared so broken so hesitant he's got a few different courses figured for how this will go down.

Only.... Rayleigh isn't there. Shakky is. She just directs them to another coater. Buggy fights himself, wants to ask, doesn't want to beg, and-

Shakky answers the question he couldn'tdislodge from his throat. "Sorry, baby blue, Ray's just working on something real important. You know how it is."

He does. He does know how it is. Important, huh? That's fine. It's probably a job. It's probably not that big of a deal that dad master Rayleigh is preoccupied. Buggy shouldn't have expected the man to drop everything and come running why did he think that, Rayleigh never did it before, not even Shanks' assurance he'd leave a message for Rayleigh would change much, and fuck he can't afford to cry so-

So Buggy gets the ship coated. It's not as pricy as he'd worried. He navigates them down, can even bring himself to smile at the wide eyed wonder from the rest. It's nice. He's fine here - these are his people. He's okay, really, and he'll be able to let this go or shove it into that nameless box in his head and heart soon enough. He just has to ride the wave, you know-?

Only no. Not really. Because a newspaper lands in his hands. And his brain is racing.

Because Rayleigh wasn't at Sabaody at all. He was with Strawhat. He was training Strawhat. He showed up, after the war, so close to the conflict, to train the kid. Rayleigh is fast, but not that fast. He'd have to have left around a week before Buggy even arrived. Shanks had assured him Rayleigh was there when he dropped by ((two weeks ago)). He knew because his brother had wrapped him in his arm and tears were shed, voices were raised and hearts were broken, wounds torn open to drain the festering rot and the healing hurt, it hurt then, it hurts now, it will hurt and hurt and hurt, because Buggy had pushed the Big Top to her near limits just to reach the archipelago that his former guardian ex-father previous family that Rayleigh called home. Shanks had called him, said he'd dropped the message and Rayleigh had chuckled and nodded and Buggy wanted to see his dad because there were still so many scars that had to be seen and acknowledged and Buggy himself wasn't even fully recovered physically but emotionally he had to do it, had to take the step and try because vulnerability brought the best and worst of him out, because he lost a brother and gained him back and he wanted for his father, at least one of them.

But Strawhat was on that front page. And Rayleigh was behind him, smiling, warm, proud, happy, and - Buggy aches. He's angry. He's livid. A week or so, by his estimate, for Rayleigh to find him and get there to the war ground. A week or so because Rayleigh was old but he was still painfully fast. In a week or so, the older man hunted down a boy he'd possibly met once or twice in passing. A week or so and The Dark King showed up to bring another strawhat wearing monster of epic proportions under his wing, had made impressive time in finding the kid, making the plan, getting to the navy hq, getting out, and that's accounting for the article writing, printing, and distribution.

A week or so to find a bright little sunshine boy he barely knew when one he raised rotted in a cell for months on end.

Busy with something real important, he recalled Shakky saying.

His chest burned for a moment, hot and wild and unyielding - and just as suddenly, the fire was gone. He was tired. He was so fucking tired. His injuries throbbed, his head hurt, his scars itched. He sighed, set the paper aside and curled impossibly small into his chaise lounge with a teary chuckle as he gripped his hair and tried to silence the keen building in his chest. He cursed himself for it, bitter and angry.

After all, he should be used to being outshined, out classed and out loved by energetic boys with bright smiles in little wicker crowns.

Story of his life

He is unaware of the many eyes on him, of the people Plotting and Arranging things on their own time. Their captain is the best - uncommon, unexpected, temperamental though he is, he is everything everyone needs him to be because it's the only thing he knows how to do. They see the seams in his mask and performance, and they ache to pay back the pain left on their captain, their boss, their leader and friend. Buggy pirates stick together, freaks and weirdos united - and nobody is allowed to hurt their captain without some serious followup.

[muzsmocsing]

Svsss headcanon: Ning Yingying has a part time job working as a waitress in Hua Cheng's gambling den.