#an angsty one for sure LOL

[doki-doki-imagines]

There is no love in your relationship. At least not from Kaiser's side. He likes you, as he may like someone else, but you make him feel good, and most importantly Michael firmly believes your actions, your words aren't born from the heart, but from a deep desire to use him, to wrap him around your fingers.

The blonde never reveals his feelings to you. He keeps a smile on his face even when your honeyed words make him gag. They are mellifluous, and Kaiser can hear the lies dripping. He is always on the alert, waiting for you to drop the mask and show your true face. Michael tells himself he is ready for your betrayal and it's not like he is getting used to you, not moving a inch when you ask for something he doesn't want to do, provoking and teasing you, fueling the fire to see your real self.

The problem comes when he notices that there isn't malice in you, or at least there is no malice towards him from you. Michael isn't used to that, unloved since the day he was born, disliked by many, a disgusting guy that finds pleasure just in other people downfall. That's why when he starts to feel his heart beating dangerously fast when you smile at him, or when he feels the need to put a cover on you when you fall asleep on the couch, even tucking it in so you won't get cold, he starts to worry.

It's not the same affection he sports for Ness, more similar to the one a kid has for his new favourite toy, or as Alexis' parents would say, "an experiment well made". It's totalising, making him feel like dirt under nails, something that scratched old memories that still wound his mind. He searches for an explanation of his emotions in his psychology books and everything points at love. But the outcome isn't the same because Michael broke the first rule of a loving relationship; truth. So now worry and anxiety pervade Michael's body because now that he desperately cares about you, he understands that you'll never love his real self, would never love the corrupt person he is.

A laugh with no real joy leaves Michael's throat, hands scratching his eyes, blonde long lashes already sticking together thanks to the newborns tears. Fingers digging into the skin of his cheeks. Imagines of you smiling, of the handmade gift you gave him for his b-day, of your eyes filled with joy, of you angry but still loving him flash in front of his eyes.

But nobody loves dirt under the nails. Seems like he was born to be unlovable after all.

[cantdealwiththisnow]

Part 1 - Appreciation post for all the TFP universe Autobot mugshot cameos (known and unknown) in RID2015 3x25 (even if the context is that they've been OUSTED against their will)

[bl00doodle]

DOODELS

[13eyond13]

actually stunned by how gay The Beatles has been all this time and I just never knew

[polaritiesoop]

One of the things I did not expect about Limited Life is the genuine heartbreak I felt when the Bad Boys broke apart because of inevitable death. It shouldn't be surprising because Jimmy is cursed as one of the first people to die, and Joel and Grian always end up the last few people alive. As funny as Jimmy's death was at Limited Life, its not so funny when Grian was willing to give some of his time to save Jimmy and Joel, so was Joel for Jimmy. The way that Joel was just suddenly gone while him and Grian were in battle, was sooo heartbreaking. Like you could hear Joel being loud and panicking at how things are not doing so well, and when Grian looks up his only ally is gone. Sure, he immediately sided with Big B and Pearl because he anticipates that Jimmy and Joel wouldn't last long, but the sense of loneliness when Grian was all by himself on the skynet, not even trying to drop tnt to get a kill, probably processing everything that happened, the relief to know that Etho is an ally, is chefs kiss.

Anyways, I love the Bad Boys. They are so funny and unserious, but their friendship could make me CRY. I want to draw them being silly.

[supermarine-silvally]

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ from the soft prompts pls? -🍂

More Portada? More Portada.

“Yaraaaaaa…” Ace’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “C’mon, I know you’re in there. Let me in, please?”

Yara crossed her arms, glaring daggers at the door’s wooden surface as he continued to knock. “No.”

“Pleeeease?”

“Not a chance, fireboy.”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“You might be, but I’m still not opening the door.”

“Alright, I’ll just… wait out here, then. Maybe forever, if I have to. Second Division will just have to find a new commander, I guess.”

Yara let out a sigh, shaking her head in dismay. She had no doubt he really would neglect his duties until she cut him some slack-- and as the Whitebeard Pirates’ Second Division’s vice-commander, that wasn’t something she could allow. “Fine, have it your way,” she muttered under her breath, striding forwards to open the bedroom door. 

Ace’s expression lit up as it swung open, but the hopeful glint in his eyes quickly dimmed once he saw the annoyance written all over her face. “Uh… Hey, baby.”

“Don’t ‘hey, baby’ me,” Yara said flatly, resting one hand on her hip while the other rose to poke him in the chest with an outstretched finger. “I told you, ‘those are extremely flammable, don’t touch them.’ And what did you do?”

“I, uhh… I touched them?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. “And now three weeks’ worth of dried Calendula officinalis is gone.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Now can I come in?” Ace’s dark eyes widened as he met her gaze, giving her the saddest look he could muster up, like a kitten that had been left out in a rainstorm. “Please?”

She clenched her teeth, her mouth drawing into a tight line. The bastard was actually pouting. There was no way she was going to let him cute his way out of this. “Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.”

“Maybe not,” Ace said with a sigh. “But…” A grin slowly crept onto his face as he unfolded his arms from behind his back. His hands were clad in blacksmiths’ gloves, and held tightly in them was a bushel of flowers. “This might.”

Yara’s brow furrowed as she took them from him, examining them closely. “Wait, this is…”

“Calendula officinalis,” Ace finished for her. “It’s marigold, right?”

“Yes, but… how did you know?”

He laughed, looking a little sheepish. “I do listen when you talk. …Most of the time.” 

“Ace…”

His expression turned sombre. “I’m really sorry, Yara. You deserve better than this. You deserve to have someone who doesn’t burn your plants.”

“Ace, don’t say that.” She placed the flowers down on her dresser and stepped towards him, cupping a hand over his freckled cheek. “I’m the one who should be sorry for getting angry over something so stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. You spent weeks drying those flowers and I was being careless. You only got mad at me because I was the one who screwed up in the first pla-- mmph!!”

Yara didn’t even let him finish as she leaned forwards, gently pressing her lips against his. Her hands moved to his chest, palms feeling the warm surface of his skin, the side effects of his Devil Fruit emitting a comfortable heat. 

Ace reacted quickly, one arm sliding around her waist as he feverishly kissed her back, his other hand reaching up to stroke her cheek. Yara closed her eyes, revelling in the ecstasy of their connection, mouths melded together, moving in sync as they had done hundreds of times before.

“So,” he breathed as they broke apart. “I take it you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“I wasn’t mad, just… disappointed at your poor listening skills and utter lack of impulse control.”

He pouted. “Yara, that’s way worse.”

She let out a soft laugh, reaching up to card her fingers through his hair. “It’ll still take me a few weeks to dry them out, but… thank you, Ace.”

“It’s the least I could do.” 

“But that you even thought to replace them… I…” She hesitated for a moment before meeting his eyes, unable to keep the tenderness from her gaze. “I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

Ace smiled, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. “Luckily, sweetheart, you’ll never have to find out.”

tagging @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene

[hayaku14]

pushing daisies kaishin au #1

shinichi was killed by aptx 4869 but for some reason kaito was in tropical land as well and passed by where shinichi's dead body was, touched him, and brought him back to life.

kaito is aware he can bring dead things back to life with one touch since he was a kid. he’s also aware that the second touch will kill it again. permanently.

he has most of his resurrection experiences with his doves and flowers

the thought that he could possibly resurrect a human did cross his mind but what's the use when the one person he wanted to bring back didn't even have a body left to touch

so sue him if he accidentally touches a dead body he previously thought was someone just passed out.

there's a noticeable red glow that shines on the stranger that has happened enough to his doves and flowers he revived before to know exactly what he has done.

shinichi wakes up disoriented but completely sure that the searing heat and the pain on his chest earlier should've killed him yet there he was, alive. with a splitting headache and a bad taste in his mouth, yes, but alive.

kaito dumbly opens with, "you're alive...oh FUCK, you were dead!"

shinichi who still can’t see straight says, “which one is it, i can’t tell.”

shinichi sits up and tries to steady himself on the wall but instead weakly flails his hand towards kaito.

"NO! DON’T TOUCH ME!"

“okay...i’m not sure if i’m dead or not but i’m pretty sure i’m not contagious.”

kaito puts on his KID gloves and pulls shinichi up who's still looking dazed and confused.

"listen, i know you're a little disoriented what with all th- shit! your head is bleeding. okay *deep breathes* come with me but do NOT touch me."

"you're the one holding my hand"

"not the UNCLOTHED parts of me"

"I wasn't planning to 😒"

"OH MY GOD 🙄"

i still have 2 other variations of pushing daises kaishin au left ;)

[justanotherjaydrawing]

Drew this for Glamour, over on Insta as part of a DTIYS challenge! Go check Glamour out, the art and characters are delightful and I am obsessed with this angsty lad I got to draw lol

[eeblouissant]

Thoughts on our favourite Italian, Sophia?

How I feel about this character

I think it goes without saying that I absolutely adore Sophia - it’s very hard for me to find characters that I don’t feel the need to place an essays worth of headcanons on for whatever reason, but Sophia is an exception!!!!! I adore adore adore everything about her character - flaws & all. Nothing feels out of place with her, if that makes sense? She’s just the perfect little old lady haha, she’s a huge comfort also. (She reminds me a lot of my mother 😂 like a looottttt. We joke about turning out like Dorothy & Sophia one day, & have since I was small)

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Would it be too out there to say Alvin? I actually really want to draw something for them sometime, they mean a lot to me. Otherwise obviously Sal - they seemed so sweet & silly!! I love the way she talks about him (and how they interact in the flashbacks 😂😂 oh lord)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Alvin once again, I also adore them as friends! They’re just two peas in a pod imo. Can I also mention here that I think Jean and Sophia would have had some golden interactions if they had had more screen time (or well, if Jean had had more screen time. Although her episode is very special to me.) I also want to add Rose here - one thing I do headcanon about Sophia is that she actually has more of a soft spot for Rose than she chooses to express. Not to say she has a favourite in the house but like, she also definitely does and it’s definitely Rose in my head!!!! Any time they share in stories I just want to hug the screen because I know Rose (with and without my headcanon that she’s autistic honestly) is just soooo so excited to have someone else around that knows her love for storytelling about the past/their hometown/etc!!! Even if Sophia complains about her stories the way the others do, Rose is equally excited to sit and listen :)

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don’t think I have one … I’ll come back & edit if I think of one. Maybe that I think she’s especially fond of Rose? But I don’t think that counts.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

(cw for the most brief mention of parent loss, sorry for the angst)

Okay, this might be stepping into unpopular opinions territory now that I think about it … but I wish so badly that she had left the show with Dorothy. I know it wouldn’t have worked out well for the golden palace but just hear me - I think Dorothy and Sophia need each other. Dorothy leaving crushed her regardless of if it was ever outright stated. I mean think about it, she’s pushing 90 (90!!!!) at the end of the show; her son & husband are dead, contact with Gloria is iffy, and then there’s Dorothy. Who unknowingly put her into a home yes (Stan 🙃), but immediately came to her rescue and was worried sick when Sophia showed up at her doorstep. We see Dorothy become especially defensive (like, sort of violent with her words and mannerisms actually? and I mean that in the best way) of Sophia lots but that episode where Sophia becomes close with a lady that they hired to care for her sticks out especially - when Sophia (HAS THE NERVE TO!!!!!) call(s) her pussycat, she calls her Ma, etc - I’m rambling examples now but my point here is that they should never have been separated because I think it would have just been much too hard on Sophia. I don’t want to get too sad here, so I apologize for the angst, but you hear lots about older couples kind of passing one after another yeah? Within a year or two of one passing the other seems to grow especially weak & follow shortly after? I think that Sophia and Dorothy had a bond this strong. And that if Dorothy truly left permanently, and so far away like that, regardless of having Blanche and Rose with her - it just would’ve been too hard on her heart.

[cuppajj]

I was pooped the whole day and got my drawing insp last minute late at night so here are some magical girl au doodles since i was inspired :P

Starhawk, Dusk, and AU belong to @dimorphodon-x

[citrus-blade]

64! Or 8! I love these numbers, why do I have an emotional attachment to numbers?

64: City of Angels - Em Beihold

AU:

Dream and Techno were childhood friends and grew up in houses right next to each other. Ever since they were kids they shared interests, the same goes with their passion for acting. They were in the theater club together and had a friendly rivalry going on.

They had planned to get famous together and not turn into those typical actors who were all bloodsuckers. Instead staying true to themselves and keep their friendship always above everything else.

But then it happened. In college Dream got an offer to act as the leading role in a movie that would surly turn into a hit. He agreed and Techno was happy for him. However with the acceptance came the travelling, the little time for calls and even less to chat. Dream was busy with everything but his friends and Techno was annoyed.

When Dream announced that he was dropping out of college, as he was now successful and called a new born star all over the world. His fame skyrocketed over night with the release of the movie. And with time it had happened, he turned into what he had promised never to become.

Techno was left behind, finished college and mostly accepted smaller roles in the background. Until a talent scount found him and hired him for a next big movie. Only on the first day on set did he find out who he was working with. Dream.

8: Find A Way - SafetySuit

I love this song so so much omg. I listened a lot to it when I wrote my first dnb fanfiction lol

AU:

Techno was rich. Filthy rich even. But even though he was rich, he had fought his parents to let him go to a normal school instead of one of those pretenious private ones. He wanted to have a normal life and find normal friends who weren't just with him cause their parents wanted to work with Techno's.

So he started school with no big expectations except of hoping to find friends. But he found so much more than that. Beside Wilbur, Hannah and a kid called Squid, he had met Dream.

Dream who came from a much poorer family, Dream who wanted to turn into an author and tell people all about the stories he created in his head, Dream who was so unaware of Techno's wealth. And Dream who was just as in love with Technoblade as Techno was with him.

It didn't take long for them to get together, feeling a pull to each other. Though it was weird that they never met up at Techno's place, they were either at Dream's or somewhere outside. Never at the pinket's.

Then one day it happened, Dream had followed Techno to his house, or rather his mansion. He watched him walk through the gate past the security and it was then when Dream decided to look up Techno's last name.

Shocked and betrayed he had called him, told him he was outside. Techno came running outside, telling Dream not to be too loud or his parents would hear them. Dream, angry that Techno tried to keep him as a secret left.

The next day Techno talked to Dream, tried to explain that his parents weren't good people and he was scared that they'd hurt Dream. But Dream said they wouldn't, that everyone somehow hated their own parents in their young age of seventeen and surely they weren't as bad as he thought.

So the next weekend Dream came over and Techno was proven right. The way his parents looked at him and talked to him? Wrinkled nose and noises of disgust. But the worst was that they told Techno that he couldn't be friends with someone like Dream, that he wasn't good enough.

They didn't know what they were talking about because Dream was the greatest person on earth. He grabbed his boyfriend's hand and they ran. Ran and ran until there wasn't anywhere to go. Because Techno didn't care about what other people said about Dream, he loved him and he'd find a way to stay by his side forever.

[crumbleclub]

a super short ficlet in the blips universe, told from elizabeth's perspective.

Elizabeth and her little brother huddled together on the carpeted floor of her room, and she lifted her hands to cover his ears.

The muffled sound of shouting made its way through the walls, punctuated by a sickening crack. It was quiet for a moment. Then, she could hear crying. It was raspy and gasping and loud; the kind you couldn't mask no matter how hard you tried.

Evan was crying, too, silent tears dripping down his face and leaving damp spots where they fell onto the collar of his shirt. Elizabeth could feel him trembling in her arms, and her palms pressed even more tightly over his ears. Closing her eyes, she willed it all to go away.

"You don't have to be scared, Evan," she whispered. "You just have to pretend."

Elizabeth was very good at pretending.

[delightfuldevin]

It sucks how much people genuinely think that supporting something in a fictional context is the same as supporting that thing in real life :((

Like, do you people really truly believe that fictional characters are in any way equivalent to real life people? Do you understand how absolutely ridiculous that sounds?

“But they’re minors/siblings/victims/etc!” NO THEY’RE NOT. They are a figment of someone’s imagination that can have literally any traits you want them to cause fiction is something made to be manipulated for our viewing pleasure. That’s why AUs are a thing. That’s why headcanons are a thing. Cause fiction is meant to be manipulated for you to enjoy! You can’t have headcanons for a real life person. Because real people are not the same as fictional people. At least, I hope you don’t treat real people like they are fictional characters.

“But why would you want to ship [insert thing here]? It’s gross!” Okay, and? It isn’t hurting any actual real person, and it could even be helping someone who is using this to cope with their own trauma! And no, your personal discomfort is not a reason to completely delete content cause you can easily just block the tag/the creator and never see it. It is your responsibility to curate your own experience and if you are incapable of doing that, it is your responsibility to stay out of fandom spaces until you are mature enough to do so. It is not the responsibility of everyone else in the world to cater to your specific needs. You shouldn’t expect every single person to have the exact same needs as you and the exact same ways of coping with said needs.

“But groomers will use this thing to manipulate vulnerable people!” Indeed, that does happen. But it is not the fault of the person who made the content. It is always, and I mean always, the fault of the groomer themself. By saying “I was groomed by this content” you take away the responsibility of the actual groomer who did it. Don’t absolve them of their crime because of what they used for the crime. No matter what, it was always their fault and the responsibility of that is on their shoulders. Even if that content didn’t exist, they would’ve found some other way to groom you because that is simply who they chose to be and that is the unfortunate and sad truth.

It is completely okay to be uncomfortable with something! Grossed out even! Or something can be literally triggering for you. That is okay! And if someone doesn’t tag their content properly and it gets to you, you have every right to be mad about that! But that does not mean the person who made the content needs to delete what they made. You just have to block them so that you’ll never see their content again. You don’t even have to engage with them. That’s the beauty of the internet! We’re all strangers and once someone is blocked, it’s as if they never even existed! You’ll never meet them irl or be forced to interact with them. They are dead to you.

Also side note, but helpful information! When you block someone on Tumblr, their posts can still end up on your dash if someone else reblogs from them. Idk if Tumblr has changed this in the few years I’ve been gone, but a way around that is to add their blog name to your filtered content! That way, even if someone else reblogs from them, it’ll still be hidden from you :D

[thebigshotman]

*…How are the others ta-taking it? Y’know…that I’m spending the holidays with Eileen this year…

*I myself wasn’t entirely surprised, although the others were certainly taken aback. Navy most of all; he’s worried you’re abandoning us again.

*I’m not!!

*I know. But you did ask.

Spam falls silent, turning back to his chamomile tea that Saffron just brewed for him. Although the other Addisons have taken the day off for Christmas, Saffron is expecting a few customers picking up flower arrangements for their loved ones today. While waiting for them he’s more than happy to chat with him, even if things are a little awkward at the moment. Saffron finishes taking a sip of his own tea before continuing to speak.

*Coral just hopes you’re okay. And Clem…I’m quite worried about her. She locks up whenever anyone says your name, but it’s not like before. It’s like she doesn’t know whether to go check on you or leave you to your own devices. Call it wishful thinking, but I have a feeling she’ll be coming around next.

*Coming around…?

*To the fact that you’ve changed. And to the fact that we can still be a family despite that.

Spam falls unusually quiet at that, forcing himself to take a long, hard sip of the tea to try to calm down and hope he doesn’t burst. But even though he’s back in his old body, he’s not the kind of person to hold things in. Something inside bends to the point of snapping, and the saucer with the teacup still on it is set down forcefully next to Saffron as he vaults off the counter.

*Spamton…?

*How…H-How are you so calm about everything?! I just show up unexpectedly in my old body again and you’re acting like it’s an ordinary Tuesday, brewing tea and talking with me like nothing’s wrong!! I didn’t do this to myself, the audience did! I’ll be back to my broken state sooner than later-how is this sitting right with yo-you?!

*…Ah. So that’s your trouble.

Recognizing his anxieties and frustration, Saffron sets his cup aside as well and slides off of the counter, putting a hand on his shoulder.

*Truthfully, it doesn’t sit right with me, Spamton. Not at all. I hate that you’ve been cursed like this. But I’ve been making peace with the fact that after 25 years, this is how things are for you now. Your body and your voice, and most of all your mind, are unlikely to change unless your strange customers will it, like right now. All I can do is change mine and accept you as you are now. You may think you are broken, and that may be true from a certain point of view…but to me, you are still like a brother. I support you, as long as you aren’t harming yourself. I-

He’s cut off by Spam’s hands digging into his back in a tight, aggressive hug, and when he feels him shaking he realizes he’s crying. Two rivers flowing down his temporarily organic eyes, his face burrowed in Saffron’s shoulder. The Yellow Addison doesn’t continue his speech after that, instead gently rubbing the little salesman’s back. Only stopping a couple of minutes later, when Spam’s voice, hiccuping with both static and sobs, ventures to speak again.

*Can’t…can’t you just t-tell the rest of them t-that? Just tell them I’ve chan-changed…

Saffron sighs.

*If only if were that simple, Spamton. They need to realize all of that on their own; otherwise, things are no different than they were in the alley that day. Forcing them won’t do any good. But…I do have a suggestion.

The former White Addison’s head raises from his shoulder, head turning to see Saffron as he wipes his tears with his arm.

*After the holidays, I would contact us, somehow. Don’t worry, I will pretend I had nothing to do with it. Say you want to talk to us. And tell them, upfront, however your voice decides to say it, that you’ve changed. It might not fix things overnight, but…I have a feeling it might start it.

Spam nods, allowing himself to break from the hug.

*Ok. Ok…I’ll try it. Thank you, Saff…

The Yellow Addison ruffles Spam’s hair affectionately, earning a good-natured grumbled from him as his half-black half-white hair is further mixed up. He passes him back his teacup before picking up his own.

*Better finish this up before you head back out.

*Why? Do you have custom-customers coming??

*Possibly. But more importantly, you have friends that want to give you gifts for the season, don’t you? Don’t keep them waiting.

Spamton’s eyes flutter open widely with a sudden jolt of remembering, and with that he hurriedly downs the rest of his tea all at once with a loud gulp. He sputters for a moment from how hot it is, having forgotten what it’s like to being able to process the temperature of hot food and drinks, before wiping away the rest of his tears and handing the empty cup back to Saffron.

*Of course!! I can’t access my Inventory right now, but in a day or two stop by my shop, alright, Saff? I’ll give you a little something for everything today!

*…Of course, Spamton.

And with that, and several lagging frames, he went dashing out of the flower shop and off into the cool winter air of Castle Town. Leaving Saffron to enjoy the rest of his tea by himself.

There has to be something I can do to help him aside from just supporting his decisions…

[gwydionae]

Did anyone order a TMNT 2012 Raphril fanfic? No? Weird...

[karljnap]

cherry blossom season

Karl Jacobs/ Sapnap

Rated Mature | 2k/ 16k words | Chapter 2/ 7

Karl and Sapnap in Japan!

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Mutual Pining

Excerpt: And he looked so happy. It was the most bittersweet thing Sapnap had ever felt, each picture of his best friend having the time of his life, practically glowing with happiness and excitement, posing with Naruto statues and One Piece happy meals in clothes Sapnap had never seen before. He’d probably bought them on the trip. 

It was the sweetest thing to see, and it was so, so bitter to see it through his phone screen.