#Tell me if i need to change anything

[oraclememehacker]

"Panther! Watch out!" They were in the middle of a battle in mementos when an enemy got an attack that was heading right towards Ann. With its strength, and the fact that they had been in there a while and were all starting to get tired, she realized that was going to knock her completely out. With just a few moments to spare, Futaba casted final guard, blocking the attack outright.

She let off a sigh of absolute relief, her heart racing in her chest from the adrenaline. "You'll be fine Panther, let's just wrap this battle up and get out of here. Two more enemies left. Let's do this!" Once they wrapped things up, it was time to lick their wounds and head back out for the day. "Are you alright still by the way Panther? Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Just felt like I barely managed to succeed in a QTE event, heh."

@pansmaki

[perfectmetaphore]

Plotted starter for @cxptainflint

"There he is! Get him!" He is running for his life, sprinting through the forest, fighting through the thick snow as he hears the howling of dogs approaching from behind. This is it. His story ending before it even has the time to begin.

Next thing, he is falling. Falling into the abyss where nothing else awaits him but a certain death

It's so fucking cold. This is the first pinch of reality. The moistness of the pillow which his head rests upon. Then the damn brightness around, even despite the rainy clouds, the world is far too bright. He curls and uncurls his fingers, clawing at the wet dirt under his fingernails. ( what a familiar feeling )

The sound falling from his lips is more towards a whimper than anything, like a wounded animal trying its damndest to will the body into movement. ( you have to move )

He pushes himself up, eyes squinting at the world, then collapses back onto the ground. ' fuck ' is uttered under his breath. Good God, but his head hurt, as if someone decided to send up firework behind his eyes. A sob follows, then a deep breath, once more he makes an attempt to push himself up. Slowly but surely. ( get up )

It takes some time, but several trials and errors later, and he is almost on his feet. Eyes squinting at the world around him, grasping at a tree branch with an iron grip. Victory is short lived, however, for his legs give up under him, and a new sharp pain shoots from his side, as he collapses back to the ground on his knees so hard his teeth clatter. ( pathetic )

Bile rises in his throat, the nausea so strong he has to truly fight against the need to spill his guts all over the ground. "Shitshitshitshit..." He touches his forehead and through his blurry vision, he can see his fingers slick with blood. ( that explains a lot )

He sits for a moment. Tears staining his grime-covered face. Arms hanging uselessly at his sides, as his head tilts back to stare at the falling rain. This pain... he's felt it before... funny how the brain makes you forget such trauma. ( breathe, john )

"This is just perfect..."

[itismissswann]

@captainofthepearl

Never had they wished so much for land, to feel the sweet brown soils of home. For on this sea she felt the rage within, as if the ocean is countless tears ready to pound at the feet of man, to teach he who has wanted yet not nurtured as he should. It was a gale that screamed under dark and serious clouds. Yet the ship sailed over these watery fists, perhaps with the intention of causing enough bruising for the sailors to remember her anger, enough for them to start a sweet serenade of sorrow and a promise of better care.

The touch of sand underneath her fingers, made her gain consciousness again. She inhaled loudly. Her eyes traced the beach for more survivors. Unfortunately there was no sign of any, the rain creating a thick fog blurring everything.  Elizabeth quickly rose to her feed, stroking her rain soaked hair behind her ears. The touch of her fingertips against her cheek making her realize they were growing numb with the cold. Soon she was off to the woods, hoping it would offer some kind of shelter from the threatening storm. 

The trees were veiled in the lightest of mists, their trunks sombre brown with sable cracks that gnarl the bark. As her eyes traveled to the edge of the woodland, she noticed a log cabin. She was soon drawn to the warm light filtering through the majestic windows of the door. The light was an arc of brilliant gold in the dark. 

She opened the door, the squeaking sound of the rusty hinges announcing her presence. Her gaze met his, confusion in the depth of her eyes. His attire giving away he was working for the king, if that was the case,  it would make them most definitely enemies. She had been searching for a way to be with Will for too long. There wasn’t a slightest chance she would let it slip through her finger so easily.  Slowly one hand found its way to the handle of her sword. ❝Captain Barbossa, what an unexpected meeting it is. ❞ There was a playful challenge in her gaze.  ❝I’m curious, do tell me why the master of the seven seas is dressed in those garments?❞  The meeting had happened so sudden, that she had failed to notice the wood that had replaced a part of his leg. She was wondering what was a more frightful sight to see. Him abandoning piracy to serve the king, or him missing a limb.  

[dhampiravidi]

mischief-lies-chaos​:

Loki gathered himself together, taking a deep breath. Time to calm down and assess the situation. Panicking would do him no good.

Loki stood in a field of tall grass. Several meters to his left stood a chain link fence topped with barbed wire. To his right stood a metal wall, and behind that, a large building. If he had to guess, it was some sort of prison. Especially since there were a bunch of guards now running at him. And, judging by the logos on their uniforms, they were part of SHIELD. Great.

Normally, Loki would just use his magic to escape, but he now had no magic. What’s worse, he now lacked his godly strength, which meant he’d have to treat these mortals like fellow gods. And that meant he’d have to play it smart. These SHIELD employees outnumbered him by a long shot. There was no way he would be able to overpower them all, even with his training. Going over the fence was a long shot, too, since there appeared to be guards outside it, too. Which meant Loki had two options: go quietly, or fight them and end up being taken anyway. Option 1 was looking to be the smartest of the two.

Loki was quickly put in handcuffs and marched through the prison to be dealt with. What his fate would be, he had no idea.

Jas rarely panicked, and she refused to even when she was captured. Her brain was in its near-permanent tactical mode, focused on memorizing the layout of the prison as best she could until she was placed in a cell. They had her in a room with fairly dry air that was supplanted by a strong heater, and they’d put some kind of heart monitor on her along with the handcuffs. There was nothing but a tray-sized slot in her door, so she couldn’t see outside. It was pretty clear: SHIELD thought that the best way to nullify her powers was to eliminate as much of the water as possible in the air. What they apparently didn’t know, though, was that Jas was able to control the water vapor in the air, as well as the water present within the human body. 

She sat and closed her eyes, breathing slowly to keep her heart rate calm and steady. Once she felt relaxed, she used her powers to count the number of guards in the nearby halls, tracing a route to outside. Jas waited until an hour after lunch was served to make her escape--after all, one should never exercise on a full stomach, and it had been a while since she’d had a decent meal. She seized control of a guard’s body to open her cell, ensuring that their mouth stayed closed as they came inside. With a practiced hand, they passed out, and Jas unlocked her cuffs, put on the guard’s clothes, and exited her cell, closing the door behind her. As she was making her way to the exit, she saw Loki himself being walked by. Lucky. Though she normally didn’t favor taking partners, she figured it’d be useful to have a god covering her escape.

“Stay quiet,” Jas told Loki, just before she knocked both of his guards out and turned him to walk back in the direction of the exit. She undid his cuffs with a key right as the alarm went off.

@mischief-lies-chaos

[puppyeared]

What did they do to you

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[anemonet]

pro tip: you can always put the bugs in little outfits :thumbsup:

[turtleblogatlast]

Don’t think I ever quite said what my LGBTQ+ headcanons are for the boys, so these are my current thoughts! Always changing of course but this is what I feel most strongly right now.

[aphidclan-clangen]

Ollie how are you ALIVE??.

boy has so much mental illness it’s insane

[mechaness]

First of many

So much had happened. Nasiens had found her biological family, she found out about herself, she almost died... but now her hero was with her again.

When the battle was decided, a few words were exchanged and someone gave Percival a cloak so he could cover up. He hadn't even realized he was naked. He apologized, though it was clear he didn't see the issue.

After a while, her new family (she had to present them to Ordo as soon as she could!) left her alone with him, sharing knowing smiles.

Nasiens couldn't stop looking at him.

Percival... She smiled.

"So you are a fairy now? That's so cool!" Percival's voice was so soothing to her. How had she missed his smile!

"Yes... I'm not used to flying, though..."

"But now we can fly together!" Percy said, laughing. He grabbed her hands and gently lifted them up. Nasiens was shocked but soon started smiling again. A little spin in the air, and she was laughing along with him.

"I just can't get used to the height..." she admitted looking down, feeling cold sweat in her forehead. It had been fine in the battle, but now... She looked up at Percival, thinking how silly she was being. Something gleamed in his eyes.

He threw her one of his winning smiles and she felt her heart stop.

"Well, that's easy! Just keep looking at me!" His face was too close to hers, but then again, he had never been good at respecting people's personal space.

And Nasiens couldn't think of anything better to look at than his eyes. He always managed to calm her down. She could do anything as long as he's with her.

"See? You can fly really high if you want!" Like a spell being broken, she looked down. She almost let out a scream. They were so high up she could barely see the ground!

Her arms moved on their own, hugging Percival. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, trembling.

Percival was shocked. Not because of the hug, he loved Nasiens' hugs, as different as this one felt. However, she felt like dead weight. Had she stopped flying?! Of course she wasn't in any real danger as long as he was there to hold her, but...!

"Nasiens?!" He could hear her mumbling nonono again and again, "I'm sorry! I thought...! Are you ok?" He was so worried about her and Nasiens was still trembling, but she managed to answer,

"Ye-yeah..." she looked up. She was again at a loss for words. She knew Percival was still Percival inside, but he was really big now, and tall, and... she could feel her face aflame. "Yeah, I'm... I'm good. I was shocked, I guess..." she couldn't look him in the eyes anymore.

Percy was silent for while before he spoke again.

"You really feel different now, uh..." Nasiens eyes widened at his comment.

"Wh-what do you mean? Is it bad?" Percival's silence made her a little nervous. He wasn't looking at her anymore. She forgot to ask again though, since they landed in the hollow part of a cave, up in a mountain, and the sight amazed her.

"It's beautiful..." she said. Percy agreed, but he wasn't looking outside. His eyes were fixed on the pretty girl he was holding by the waist.

Screw pretty, he thought. Nasiens had always been beautiful, but now... It was like a whole other level. The way she held herself felt different. Also,

"You got boobs now!" he shouted, almost giving her a heart attack. She almost tripped, blushing like crazy.

"Ye... yeah..." she put her hand on her chest. They weren't even that noticeably, but... "the whole thing feels weird..."

"Bad weird?" he sounded genuinely curious.

"N... no, I don't think so. I never felt bad being called a boy, but now... I like this. Being a girl, I mean. It feels right, but I'm... not used to it yet. Not completely, at least. Is that weird?"

"I don't think so! Anyway, Nasiens is Nasiens, no matter what! You are amazing!" when he looked at her, he could see that gentle smile of hers that he loved so much.

Nasiens was so grateful. Of course Percival wasn't fazed. He was just Percival. He hadn't even questioned her change, something which she she was grateful for. She couldn't even imagine how she could start explain the whole thing to him.

She was thinking how much she loved this side of his and was so deep in her thoughts, she didn't realize when Percival got behind her.

"You gotten slimmer too, right? Right?" his poking sent shivers down her spine. What was his obsession with her back?!

Nasiens felt her face aflame again.

"Please, don't do that!" she almost screamed, taking a step back.

"Why? Can't I touch you?" he sounded so innocent, she almost felt bad. But when she looked up again she saw how serious he was. She felt taken back. He had never looked at her like that before, not like this.

How could she tell him that the only thing she wanted was for him to touch her all over... it was just so embarrassing to admit!

She felt her true feelings coming forward before she could stop herself.

"Well, if you a-!" a flashback made her stop. A painful memory crossed her mind and she felt silent.

Anghalhad.

She felt her blood boil.

"...you know what. I think it's best that you don't." She turned, not before giving him the iciest look he had ever seen. That kind of look was never directed at him! Percy got worried.

"N-Nasiens?! Are you angry at me? I hate it when I make you angry!" he ran to her. He grabbed her hand so she couldn't get further away from him. She flinched and stopped, but she didn't look at him. "I'm sorry, did I say something bad?"

"You got Anghalhad to touch, don't you?" she said, immediately regretting her words. It wasn't Percival fault, or Anghalhad's for that matter. Plus, she knew Percival didn't understand these kind of things! She barely could, after all.

"Yeah, I guess..." Percival's voice made her angrier and she felt so ashamed. She took her hand back, snapping at Percy.

"See?! Go to her for all I care!" she looked down, hiding her eyes as best as she could. She couldn't face him like this...

"Wha...?! No! I don't want to! I want to stay here with you! Nasiens!" he grabbed her by the shoulder, shaking her a little. He had to make her understand...!

Were those tears?

"Nasiens...? What's wrong?" she lifted her arm, trying to wipe her tears with her sleeve.

"I... I'm a horrible friend! I don't hate Anghalhad, I actually like her... but thinking about you two...!" she put her hands on her face, trying to control herself. "Who am I to say anything? You are free to do whatever you want...! But I hate it! I hate the thought of you two-!"

Percy hugged her so tightly she almost couldn't breathe. She felt his hand grabbing her hair, same way he had done early that day.

"P... Percival?"

"I won't touch anyone else!" he exclaimed, shocking her. "I don't really get it, but I thought of some else touching you and that made me angry, so I guess it's the same for you? Is that it?"

"Ye... yeah."

"Is it because you love me?" Nasiens felt trapped. She was about to protest when...

"Cause I love you too!" he said, his smile so bright it blinded her. He caught her so out of guard she almost fainted.

"Well," he continued, "I love all my friends... but with you... love falls short. Does that make sense? I want to hold you forever..." Percy said, snuggling to her. Looking down he saw her eyes, so full of hope and love, he couldn't help but smile. Nasiens smiled back.

"Y-yes, it makes sense. I... I feel the same way." Nasiens couldn't believe it. She confessed! She managed to do it and now...

"Good!" he grabbed her waist again, lifting her from the ground, "then it's settled!"

Nasiens felt tears forming again, this time from happiness. Things could be so easy with him sometimes... but then she remembered their little argument. She blushed again.

"A-about before... I don't mind, you know... but, you have to ask."

Percy was confused for a moment. Then it hit him.

"Really?!" he had pulled her down a little. His face was so close to hers...!

"Ye-yeah."

"Can I, then?" he asked. His lips were so close to hers, she felt her heart about to explode.

"Yes..." she tried to close the distance and...

"NASSIE! Percy! Dinner time! Come on, where-! Oh, there you are!" Tioreh shouted, appearing out of nowhere.

"...what are you two doing?" she asked, innocently.

It was a rare sight, if you asked her. Nassie with her face all red, pushing Percy away. Her hand was on Percy's face and he looked miserable, ignoring Tioreh and trying to get close to Nassie.

"But you said I could...!" he whined.

"QUIET, PLEASE!"

Tioreh had never seen Nassie so embarrassed. It was fun!

Later that night...

Nasiens couldn't believe it. They had almost...!

But the moment had been ruined.

She put her hands on her face, sighing. Maybe some other time... She was fixated in the fire next to the log she was sitting on, deep in thought.

"Nasiens! I was looking for you! Look!" Percival's voice took her out of her trance. She looked up to see him better, confused in what was she supposed to be looking at.

He placed a white flower on her hair.

"I knew it! It suits you!" he said, making her blush yet again. She gently touched the white flower with her fingers. "You look beautiful, you know!" Nasiens felt her blush deepen. She was going to get a fever from blushing so much...

"Thank you, Percival..." she smiled at him and he smiled back, love in his eyes. He sat down next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder, sighing.

"Man, that sucked, uh?" he suddenly said, looking down at her. "I really wanted to kiss you."

Nasiens was definitely getting a fever.

"Re-really? Honestly, I did too..."

Without much thought, Percy turned and grabbed her by the waist, surprising her. He flew them away from the dinner and the rest.

In the air, with the moon shining brightly, he looked at Nasiens. He smiled, closing the distance between them.

"Can I?" he whispered.

Nasiens laughed. He really took it to heart to ask first.

"Of course...!"

Their laughter filled the night. At least for tonight, everything was going to all right.

[sunnibits]

loving reminder as someone who struggles with food: you are allowed to add joy to your food. you are allowed to add a little joy even if it’s a tiny thing, something silly or something weird. you are allowed to do it whenever you want, as many times as you want. anything that makes food easier and more enjoyable for you is worth it!! it’s your food, you can decide what to do with it!! you can add rainbow sprinkles to your ice cream. you can cut your food into little heart shapes. you can pack your snacks into cute little bento boxes. it is not pointless or childish, it is an effective and active coping tool that you are allowed to use.

give yourself a little joy. the little things add up.

[anglerflsh]

wow ive been kind of off lately I should take a day to rest an[explosion]

[andoutofharm]

Racism in bandom and the entire music scene is an enormous problem, one that a lot of white people would like to ignore. Let me make it clear: we cannot ignore this. In the last few days I’ve seen some truly horrifying things said to and about people of color who are taking on the emotional labor and the pain and stress of confronting this racism. This cannot be excused or brushed under the rug.

If you’re a white person here on tumblr and you’ve seen some of these posts where people of color talk about the hardships and racism they’ve faced as nonwhite fans of bands and ignored it, you’re complicit in this. [edit: that is to say - if you’re ONLY reblogging posts about it but not taking the time to change your actions and learning then you’re complicit, not that by not reblogging them you’re complicit.] I’m not saying you have to reblog every post like this you see - blindly reblogging to “prove” you’re not racist does nothing. I’m saying that when you see these posts and hear about these experiences you need to THINK about how you engage with people of color AND with racist people in the spaces you’re in. You need to LISTEN to the non white people making these posts and believe their experiences and adjust your own behavior accordingly.

Back when MCR was actively touring there were lots of conversations about the racism directed at Ray Toro in fandom spaces, and now with FOB returning we’re going to see a lot of that racism return and be directed at Pete Wentz. This is important not to ignore, and it’s important to think about how you talk about these individuals and how this contrasts with how you talk about their white bandmates. Even more importantly though is how you engage with the non white people HERE, on tumblr, in bandom spaces, and at shows. It’s great you think Ray or Pete are attractive or appreciate their music and their talent, but how are you treating the people of color around you? Are you listening to them when they talk about their experiences and racism and try to adjust your behavior? Or do you pat yourself on the back for reblogging a call out post and move on with your day?

These conversations are going to continue throughout the next year as FOB begins their tour and this racism start to pop up more and more, and you need to be prepared to think critically about your own biases and where you need to change and be actively anti-racist in your spaces.

[the-final-high-noon-rings]

day 3: blood !! 🫀🕰️ i think that she deserves a little snack. a little sweet treat

@drcarmillaappreciationweek

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Maki Yamazaki as Dr. Carmilla. Carmilla is a slim tan Japanese woman with chin-length turquoise hair, a distinctive nose, pointy ears, defined cheekbones, with one brown-red eye covered with a purple-red eyepatch. She hunches over slightly as she steps forward with her right foot, putting weight on that leg as well as the purple cane she holds in her right hand. The cane straps to her arm, and she grips the handle. Carmilla looks melancholy and slightly irritated, looking distinctly uncomfortable, eyes focused away from the camera. In her left hand, she holds a heart that is roughly anatomically correct, coloured with dark and slightly desaturated reds. Carmilla wears a white button-up, with a light purple vest layered on top of it. Underneath both garments, she wears a long-sleeved wine-red shirt that almost reaches her wrists. Carmilla has on a dark turquoise shin-length unpleated and unpatterned skirt, with slightly desaturated leggings of the same colour underneath, giving the unintentional effect that the skirt and leggings have melded together. Carmilla's lineart is a dark green-turquoise, with the heart being outlined in a dark red. The background is a desaturated pale pink, with stock pattern of clouds. Carmilla's shadow is projected on the background, and both her eyes are outlined in dark red in the shadow, as well as her nose and the heart, which is more detailed than in the main drawing, in a slightly lighter red. End ID]

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[aquaredhomestuckau]

panel edits based on an idea ive had cooped up in my head