#I’m too curious

[schmope-is-dead]

I’m so sorry

[trashbatistrash]

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[bakudekublogblog]

not to be dramatic but hori literally out did my own self indulgent wish-fulfillment fanfic with the whole “rest of our lives speech” like I knew that sounded so romantic, and it is, because I literally wrote that line for bakudeku and I intended for it to be romantic

like hori really is just showing us bakudeku fanfic writers how it’s done

[crazyw3irdo]

okay, i think any time anyone asks what superpower we’d like to have most everyone on this website would say shapeshifting but what kind of shapeshifting would you like

type 1- wild shape, you can turn into any animal, real or fictional

type 2- mystique, you can turn into any real person

type 3- cosplay, you can turn into any humanoid fictional character

type 4- jake the dog, you’re super stretchy

type 5- character creator, you can alter your own appearance- like changing voice hair length texture color, changing height and weight, transing gender, etc, but you can’t add anything non-human (ie horns, wings, claws, etc)

type 6- additional features, you can add things like snake eyes, horns, cat ears, tail, claws, wings, mermaid tail, but you remain humanoid overall and can’t change things like height or gender presentation or hair color. you can still change your voice tho

type 7- were-wolf, we all know what a werewolf is, lads. can be any kind of animal. can be straight up wolf or more monstrous wolf form that’s up to you.

type 8- furry, you just become your fursona. or any kind of fursona really you can change between them

type 9- antman, can become small or big

type 10- other, say what kind ya want

[pininiu]

Going back and reading my 40k fic for olba and wanted to doodle a bit of my sillies

Just me baxterposting

[bleue-flora]

Ok, I recently wrote an essay [here] talking about the definition and duties of civil engineering as well as the ethics because of the brain rot @swordfright gave me with calling Dream Sam’s ultimate engineering project. So, because I actually am a civil engineer I took it upon myself to design the title and summary of quantities sheets just like I do at work for roads but with Dream as the project instead. And in honor of angst day sponsored by @sixteenth-day-event, I figured I’d share it because I feel like it kinda works for the prison of the mind prompt.

“Sam’s “ultimate engineering project” he deemed too damaged like a bumpy road or crumbling building that wasn’t worthy of patching and filling in the cracks or reinforcing, that’s too eroded to be fixed and preserved. So, Sam strived to tear him down to the bedrock so he could remake, remold, and reengineer Dream according to his design for the common safety, public health and well-fair.”

{These are very similar to the actual sheets I make day to day, which I shall not share for the sake of doxing my location, but yea pretty much everything has a significance. Some of it doesn’t necessarily make sense but that was because I was more so taking inventory of what we see in lore (so you know I counted ;) lol)}

[applebees4prez]

now that fhjy is over, i have to redo the poll

[the0retically]

“I want the undersea arc” “I want the war arc” “I want more edyn” “I want more of may and the tree” “I want more about Niklaus”

You know what I want? I want to know what that fucking stick does. CHIP HAD THE CHANCE TO SNATCH IT AND DIDNT HE LEFT IT WITH NIKLAUS PLEASE WHAT DOES THE STICK DO???

[laurabenanti]

I’m just curious of my fellow gif makers here…

[pretentiouswreckingball]

guys I have a question,,,, when did you realized you were loved, like truly loved, by someone?

[robiinurheart33]

Haha wouldn’t it be so weird if when soap was taken and brainwashed he was constantly being compared to this soldier named “ghost” haha

Anyways explicit descriptions of psychological torture and violent intrusive thoughts under the cut

He would be beaten and berated constantly. why wasn’t he stronger than ghost, why wasn’t he faster, more skilled, better, stealthier, healthier.

Ghost could’ve done better in worse conditions.

Ghost has done better in worse conditions.

Why was soap not better even after all this?

It drove him up the wall, the way he would wonder who he was, seething and bleeding by the lip. After all that he’s gone though, all that he’s endured, everything.

Why wasn’t be better? Why can he never, ever be better?

They drove his sanity to the ground, spat and kicked at it until there was nothing but a shell of who he once was, and rebuilt it to fit their ideals. Soap couldn’t remember who he was before this, before the experiments. He couldn’t think, do, say anything without being ordered to do so by someone else.

Some days, soap would pull on the thin stripe down his scalp, eager to find some semblance of control over himself, even if it were pain. He would always get punished.

“It was the only thing he can and will recognise him by.”

“Ghost likes that on you.”

It made him hate the Mohawk even more.

He hates Ghost. He was sick of it. He was done waiting. He was done being compared to. He was done with being second to him. He wanted to pull him apart limb from limb, feel the hot blood spill over his teeth and he rips his throat apart, hear the sickening crunch of his neck being twisted, feel the smooth muscle of his skin ripple and tremble in fear of the one that he was supposedly supposed to be stronger than. Soap will never, ever get anything else in his life but the pure, white-hot rage of revenge. He maybe thinks this had lingered on since he was younger, before everything. It felt like an old friend, more so than his other emotions.

His first mission.

He will be better. He will be better. He will be the best. He will be good. This might be his only shot. This is. He will be the best. He will succeed. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail.

He runs into ghost.

At first, he didn’t know who he was. Soap was in a room with a few others, guns up and masks drawn, ready to shoot anyone who tries to come into the room. They had been infiltrated, and soap wasn’t told more than that. He didn’t really need to know more. Shoot the hostiles, keep people safe. Suddenly, bullets start to rain from outside the door, and soon enough, more and more bodies start hitting the floor. Soap does not panic. He hides behind a bookshelf, waiting.

A big ass motherfucker in a skull mask walks into the room and it looks like the shadows are warping to his presence. Soap does not panic. He reaches for the knife strapped to his thigh, flicking it up and holding it ready. He waits patiently until he stalks near the bookshelf, tightening his grip on the knife. They make eye contact, and through the skull mask stained with blood, he can see jet black eyes staring at him in shock. Death incarnate. Soap does not panic.

“Joh-”

Soap quickly slips out of his hiding spot, wrapping a forearm over his neck and attempting to jab the knife right into his socket. He feels a hand grip tightly onto his forearm, and he goes weightless. All the air escapes his lungs as his back slams against the floor, his head spinning. He screams at himself to get up, fight, be better, before he hears the familiar crackle of a radio.

“Ghost, how copy?”

Ghost.

This is Ghost.

Ghost just fucking flipped him.

Soap does not panic. He does not panic but he feels a chill go down his spine as he sees red, scrambling back up onto his feet. The adrenaline starts to kick in now, and he lunges at him, ripping the radio off his vest and slamming it on the floor. He’s not completely sure why he did that, but in all fairness soap feels like he’s losing his goddamn mind, if his captors haven’t done so already. He punches Ghost, wincing slightly as his knuckle hit the cheekbone corner of his stupid skull mask. Soap starts to reach for his gun before Ghost punches back, hitting the mask clean off his face, pushing his back to the floor, one hand on his wrists. Soap starts to get really agitated now. After everything that he’s gone through, he’s still not good enough to beat ghost. He still hasn’t improved. He hasn’t gone anywhere. He makes eye contact with Ghost and is slightly taken aback when he is reflected with an equally crazed stare.

“Johnny.”

What the fuck?

Soap doesn’t say anything. Ghost’s eyes are brown, not black. Why hasn’t be killed him yet? Why isn’t Soap struggling? Ghost has blonde eyelashes.

“Where have you been?” To soap’s absolute horror, those brown eyes start to become glossy. He flinches back as if he’s been hit, and grits his teeth. No shit, he’s been here the whole time, where else is he supposed to be?

Soap surges forward and headbutts him in hopes of him letting go. He doesn’t, and it makes soap all the more dizzier, more frustrated. Why isn’t he fucking dead already? He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get his mind right.

“Johnny. Johnny.” Can he just shut the fuck up? It’s getting increasingly hard to concentrate for some reason. Shit. He feels overly exposed without the mask, feeling his body temperature rising steadily.

“Stop calling me that!” he growls out, twisting out of his grip and punching his across the face. The twisted skull mask looks almost comical out of place, but he can still see those eyes. Ghost’s hand comes to cup his cheek, and soap flinches back. His eyes look like Soap just mauled his puppy right in front of him. It makes him freeze in place, head awkwardly hovering between the floor and Ghost.

Images of blood spilling and needles, dirt and coffins fill his head, the sound of a neck snapping, gagging, screams and whimpers. Hands on him, eyes on him, never letting go. Stay. Soap snaps back into place, grabbing the mask and twisting it up, covering Ghost’s eyes. He quickly gets his other hand free and pushes ghost off him, sprinting out of the room.

“Wait-!” Is all he hears before flying down the corridor, back to safety, back to where it’s familiar, where he always is, where he always will be.

Loyalty has always been Soap’s best trait.

[whatsfourteenupto]

Doctor Who has its technobabble, Hamlet and Macbeth are infamous for their wild lines, he’s played a Marvel villain and a literal serial killer, but if you really want to hear David Tennant saying some fuckin unhinged shit, I’m telling you, it’s Duck Tales.

[daffi-990]

✨Inspiration Saturday✨

I have been not so patiently waiting for today so I can share an edit I made of fae warrior Eddie from my Fantasy AU! I am so happy and proud of how it turned out!!

I mean, just look at him! 🤩🤩🤩

(there’s also a snippet underneath the picture 😘 … prev snippet here)

The stranger wipes the blood from their blade on their pants and then sheathes their sword before turning to Buck, and holy shit. Even with the shitty lighting from the street light, Buck can see that the stranger is gorgeous.

His body is rippling with lean, compact muscles adorned in a detailed garment that closely resembles medieval armour. The armor is a mix of black leather and grey steel, its design cutting off at the man’s broad shoulders, leaving tan, muscled arms exposed. Matching steel bracers cover his forearms, his hands unconfined. Buck’s eyes roam back up, noticing the intricate patterns that are engraved into the breastplate and faulds. He keeps his gaze moving back up to the main attraction. And again, holy shit.

A strong jawline covered by a thin, well-groomed beard frames plush pink lips. The slope of his nose is gentle yet sharp and his ears are slightly pointed, or is that just a play of the light? Buck brushes past it and darts across to his eyes - his eyes - dark brown swirling with amber tones, like two rich pools of bourbon that Buck wouldn’t mind getting drunk in. Those eyes are looking directly into Buck's own with a piercing gaze, like the stranger is trying to see into his very soul.

“Are you hurt?” The stranger asks, face etched in concern, his voice calm yet commanding. He reaches a hand up to Buck’s head and brushes his fingers over Buck’s birthmark with a touch much more delicate than Buck expected.

Buck feels like all the air has left his body, sucked out by the presence of the man before him. He shakes his head no, dislodging the strangers fingers, his skin tingling from where the man had touched him. It makes his head spin. Or maybe it’s spinning from being attacked by a giant mutant dog and then being saved by the most attractive person he’s ever seen. And he’s lived in LA his whole life.

“Uh it’s - it’s a birthmark.” Buck manages to get out. “M’not hurt.”

The worry in the man’s eyes eases at Buck’s words, his posture relaxing slightly, but still tensed like he’s ready for another fight. Buck hopes there aren’t more mutant dogs out there.

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[o-wild-west-wind]

so if we’re wolves DOES happen for real…do you think Taika and Jemaine are vianton pilled now or do you think they’re going to be normal

also. we’re still in the WWDITS show universe, right? are we gonna get, like…Colin Robinson jumpscares? what about OFMD cast cameos? Madeleine Sami hot vampire reprise? Maaka, O’Leary, and Minogue? STU???!?

[sketch-shepherd]

Me disowning that damn cat after warming up to them for the first five episodes