#DUN DUN DUNNNNNN

[mini-detective-conan]

Have you dreamt recently? If yes, was it good or bad?

Well, I did have the weirdest lucid dream ever after the weird 'heart-stopped corpse case' happened. I dreamed that I was busy walking around Paris when I was suddenly attacked by monsters. They shot lasers, and they looked like four-legged spiders, but metallic and with all sorts of alien details.

I held them off perfectly fine with my soccer ball, thankfully, but others weren't so lucky. They had to hide in the buildings. Some of them were even hit by the lasers. What's worse is the that the corpse was in my dream, only he was alive and well. He tried to keep my older sister alive (She was also handling the monsters just fine until some of them got a few laser hits in), but he got in the crossfire between her and three of them. He was practically gunned down like in AKIRA. We then huddled inside of some boarding school to keep ourselves alive. However, a monster broke in a few minutes after. The kid who sent me a meme a while back basically took a bullet for me and I was pinned to a wall by another monster. The dream was so harrowing and it felt so real, I thought I was going to actually die. Then they suddenly went silent. And then I was blasted with white and I woke up screaming. My older sister thought I had gone nuts. But you guys want to know the weird part of it is? The beginning of the dream was around the exact moment IRL when the heart-stopped guy dropped dead. I think I need therapy...or just a vacation.

[avionvadion]

How do the main Twisted Wonderland characters get when someone tries to harm or kidnaps Eleanora?

Haha... chaotic.

Heartslabyul and Diasomnia are going to be the main two most angry dorms, and that's because El has the closest relations to both of them.

She's friends with the entire Heartslabyul group, but Riddle is very protective of El/projects a lot of his mother issues towards her so he's quite... clingy for her affection. He was about to go off on a rampage when she encountered him at the field because he thought something happened and that she came there to ask him for help. (She didn't, nothing happened, she was just looking for Silver who fell asleep and fell behind, lol.) Before scolding and nearly going off on Jade when he began saying some disrespectful things behind pretty words.

Ace and Deuce are hella protective, the most protective of the little brothers, and Grim refuses to let anything else happen to his henchmen... so you can bet they're all for Riddle leading an army to rescue El from whoever kidnapped her (Royal Sword Academy, maybe?) or beating up/punishing whoever hurt her. Cater's going for the revenge selfies. Trey's to make sure no one actually gets hurts, and also because he doesn't know if El has eaten properly and might be missing his snacks. He's just carrying a tupperware full of banana nut muffins, lol the entire time.

DIASOMNIA WOULD JUST GO FOR THE KILL, NO IFS ANDS OR BUTS. MALLEUS IS LEADING THE CHARGE, AND HE IS PISSED. WHO DARES TOUCH HIS HUMAN!??? WHO DARES KIDNAP HIS HUMAN!???

Sucks for them because Malleus has Eleanora's name so he can pretty much use it to track her wherever she's at. R.I.P. Unless she's present and is able to intervene, Sebek is full on encouraging the massacre despite Lilia and Silver's protests (though they also want to ensure El is safe, they just don't want Malleus to turn a bunch of people to ash in the process).

Ummmm, Jack would honestly probably go with Heartslabyul. He promised to help her should she ever need it since she earned his respect, but that's about it. If we skip ahead and go to the rest of the dorms and El's eventual friendship with them...

Pomefiore is also another obliterating squad, honestly. Epel is leading the charge. Rook is doing the schemes while not letting anyone know he's doing the schemes. Vil is acting fed up and is just queen bossing his way into (let's assume) Royal Sword Academy to get El back. You do not argue with Vil. He is Vil.

Neige will see Vil and will let him in and anyone who tries to argue will be silenced with a single look from Vil because Vil is queen and boss and badass and you do not mess with him, and Neige is sunshine smilely like, "Hey!!! Vil-Kun is here! Oh, Vil-Kun, El-Chan is staying in this room over here..."

Idia would just send Ortho, let's be real, and then he'd just stage a kidnapping of his own to get her back and bam. Problem solve. Stage cleared. Boss fight who? Oh, shit, Malleus- here, take her, he just wanted his gaming buddy safe.

Leona... could not be bothered. But that's why we have Jack. And have I have discussed, Jack would go with Heartslabyul- and maybe Pomefiore. Perhaps Heartslabyul and Pomefiore would team up.

Octavinelle... they already saved her from Scarabia, they did their due diligence. XD Wait, Scarabia is getting involved? Azul has another chance to recruit Jamil! HUZZAH! And maybe he can worm a deal out of Malleus while he's at it... alright, Jade, Floyd, prepare the housewarming gifts! WE'RE GOING TO ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY!

Little do they know El has already won over the entirety of Royal Sword by listening to their trauma and sad backstories, and now they're all working to find a way to break her curse, lol.

Riddle: "Aren't... you a damsel in distress?"

El: "I'm a damsel, I'm in distress... I've got this."

[ssreeder]

i feel like sokka letting iroh and fire nation friends take zuko away because he's insecure/doesn't want to appear not straight just yet could go either of two ways.

1) he spirals out if control and feels like he's a failure bc he couldnt save his boy and zuko wakes up without him and now we're ALL sad

2) sokka sneaks into zuko's bed that very night because he can't help himself and ~codependency~

what's it gonna be.....

Or a secret third thing….

[butterflypistolking]

black mirror is good at being scary and while the concept of being blocked by everyone in that way is terrifying i genuinely cannot listen to anyone in the show talk about blocking someone irl without laughing its just. so fucking funny to me. we're having a marital dispute ??? i'm gonna block you 😡😡😡

[trobeds]

yo but what if ppl think its miwi like kiwi and pronounce it ky wee??????

[agency-unofficial]

Heyyy June, how ya doin buddy? Ribs okay? Feel like a little distracting monologue and/or ramble for no particular reason?

“…the Oracle?”

”Yep! The Blue one!”

”I have a name y’know?”

“Be quiet, silly Oracle! You can talk all you want when Zor gets ahold of you again!”

”again…?”

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

help i'm 2500 words into planning an entirely different rooster x reader fic

[st4rry-eyed-sys]

When you only want to die not cause you left someone but because a person you cared about stopped caring for you ages ago and you were to dumb to realize

[wugblogs]

well hello, azura summers. i'm sure your untimely death a year ago has nothing to do with this case.

[i-am-a-fan]

It won’t happen, but can you imagine knowing how the macaque vs wukong went down? Seeing it happen in season 5?

just picture it.

It all just being a horrible miscommunication and Macaque losing his life over it? Knowing for once and for all as to who started the argument?

The act of losing an eye is extremely gory itself, i really don’t know how flying bark studio is going to pull it off.

[heart-of-a-rebel16]

25 Kalluzeb, for the angst/fluff prompts. Bonus points if it's a sequel to prompt 94 you already wrote 😁

25: “What the hell were you thinking?!”

Pairing: Zeb/ Kallus, Star Wars: Rebels

sequel to #94 || part 3

requests: open

—x—

He woke up in a cold room, with his hands bound tightly above his head and an ache in his chest. Something about this whole scenario seemed a bit too familiar. Darkness clothed the room; he could barely make out the outline of a bed and desk. If he squinted, he could also see the rough forms of frames hanging on the walls.

These were Thrawn’s personal quarters. Kallus barely repressed a shudder.

The door slid open, and the lights responded, flicking on and near blinding Kallus with their harshness. Wincing, he shut his eyes tightly for a fraction of a second, if only to still the pounding in his head.

When he opened his eyes, Grand Admiral Thrawn was standing in front of him, an amused smile playing on his lips.

“I’m so glad you’ve decided to join me like this once more, Agent Kallus,” he said, his odd, lilting voice echoing slightly in the sparse room. “I do enjoy it so.”

“It wasn’t a choice then, and it’s not a choice now,” Kallus bit back. “And I’m not exactly employed anymore. You can drop the ridiculous formalities. I know what you want, and I won’t give it to you.”

Thrawn tilted his head “What do you think I want, then?” The phrase ‘Agent Kallus’ went unspoken, though it was more than implied.

“Codes. Information. Locations,” Kallus scoffed. “You want me to betray the rebellion. I’ll die before I do that. You might as well start torturing me now to get it over with.” He did his best to punctuate the sentence with a glare, though he suspected the thumping pain in his head was making it a bit less effective than he would like.

Thrawn hummed in thought, then kneeled down on one knee so his eyes were level with Kallus’. Red eyes probed across him, cataloguing his changed appearance. It made Kallus feel utterly exposed, like the chiss man was peeling back all his layers with his mind only.

“Still as stubborn as ever,” Thrawn murmured. “You are correct in your assessments. My primary objective is to force relevant information from you, though I’m saddened your think is stoop to such barbaric levels to obtain it.”

It didn’t stop you the first time, Kallus thought sardonically. He opened his mouth to fire back, but found all the breath stolen from his lungs when a cold hand gently brushed against the side of his face. Thrawn’s slender fingers traced the curve of his jaw, finding the nape of his neck, then traveled a bit upwards to the tie holding his hair back. Slowly, he began to tease the leather loop away.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Kallus seethed. He tried to jerk his head away, only for Thrawn’s other hand to clap harshly over his mouth, fingers digging sharply into his cheekbones.

“And you say I am the one that talks too much,” Thrawn mused. His nails cut deep into Kallus’ skin; the bruises that were sure to form on the planes of his face would not be without company. He jerked Kallus’ head up and to the side, exposing his neck and half-unbound hair. Thrawn’s fingers continued in their mission, successfully pulling the tie away. Kallus felt the familiar weight of his hair settle over his shoulders and into his face. A sharp prick of fear shot through his heart. Thrawn’s objective might have been to procure information, but he had never been one to play by the rules. If Thrawn wanted something from him, he would take it in any way he saw fit.

“The rebellion has changed you,” Thrawn said. His fingers began to comb through Kallus’ messy tresses, teasing out minute snarls and knots. Kallus was sure the Grand Admiral could feel his heart racing; he was sure that it would explode from his chest in a few minutes if Thrawn didn’t release him. Torture, he could withstand. Thrawn knew that. Of course he knew that. This, though? This mockery of intimacy? It was almost too much for him to handle.

“You seem to have developed a camaraderie with the Lasat,” Thrawn continued. His fingers never stopped their ministrations; once all the knots had been undone, they had moved on to arranging the red-gold strands around his face and shoulders. “I suppose you feel an immense sort of guilt towards him. Is that why you joined the rebellion? As penance for your crimes?”

I joined the rebellion because Zeb opened my eyes, Kallus thought, barely biting back a wince as Thrawn’s punishing grip on him grew tighter. Because I had become a monster in the name of the Empire, just like you have.

“Ironic, seeing as how he and the rest of his crew has left you,” Thrawn murmured, and all other trains of thought came to a screaming halt. His eyes must have widened, because Thrawn nodded at him with a cold smile.

“It seems as though you’ve entertained the foolish notion that anyone would ever accept you into their fold, Agent. What a pity.”

No. No. That couldn’t be true. Thrawn had to be lying; the Spectres wouldn’t just…leave him. Zeb wouldn’t just leave him.

Why would they keep you? A dark, traitorous sliver of his mind whispered. Why would they ever want someone like you? You’ve hunted them down to every corner of the galaxy, you’ve taken everything from them. And you have the gall to think that anything you could do would make up for it? Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

“They have fled as of now, but rest assured, my dear agent, I will find them.” Thrawn drew Kallus closer, close enough for the angry flare of his red eyes to fill his vision completely. “And when I do, each one of them will die before you, so there will be no doubt in your mind that your foolish rebellion will burn.”

With that, Thrawn drew away completely, releasing Kallus from his grasp. The sudden lack of contact, however harsh, left him feeling colder than he ever felt on Bahryn. Darkness filled the room once more as Thrawn left, the automatic lights clicking off as the door slid shut. It left Kallus feeling more alone that he had ever felt before, with only the ghost of Thrawn’s touch and his own spiraling thoughts to keep him company.

What the hell were you thinking? You just had to go and fall in love with Zeb, you just had to let all your walls down for a group of people who would abandon you at a moments notice. Why wouldn’t they? Why shouldn’t they? Why, why in the whole blasted galaxy did you ever convince yourself that you could be loved and cared for? What kind of a delusion are you living in?

He didn’t even make an attempt to push the thoughts away. Why delude himself further with lies? Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. The Spectres might have abandoned him, yes. But the rebellion would live to fight another day. It had to. And if that involved his lonely death at the hands of Admiral Thrawn?

So be it.

[gh0stlymoth]

[ID: drawing of Arthur from Malevolent. the drawing is monochrome with various bright yellow accents. Arthur has a solemn expression, his face half covered by a mask he is holding with his left hand. The mask is white with two holes for eyes, and a melting crown is floating above it. a dark, semitranslucent hand is resting on Arthur's left shoulder, splitting his arm from the rest of his body with a yellow gap. A similar chasm exists on Arthur's right side, where he is merging with a nondescript, melting, open book. Next to him is the following text: "I’m the gap between a tragedy & comedy.” end ID]

For @dickwheelie who wanted 69 with Arthur for the Spotify ask :]

69 - “The Main Character” by Will Wood. Poor little meow meow is going thru it.

[diabolikpersonals]

same book, different pages chapter 5

[clownkiwi]

ok actually, nvm, i just remembered my favorite wrtv video ever

[bugsoda]

free bugs

where??? (just got beetle earrings btw that were sadly not free :[ )

[feyhunter78]

Maeria of The Southlands: A half-elf following instructions her brother left behind, she carries the fires of creation and her mother’s rage inside her as she strives to ensure her brother ascends to his throne.

Follow Maeria's tale here