pawellmituo

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

I thought JJK would be The special interest where my favorite character (read: my mind think about this character more than the others and i don't even know why) is FINALLY rather popular AND THEN.

FREAKING CHAPTER 194

[haunted-xander]

Well, I guess you didn't have much of a choice either

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

‘Poseidon left a party in Ethiopia because the sea vibes went rancid after Odysseus set sail’ feels like a bit I would make up, but no. That actually happened.

[yugiohprince]

theyre just a little fuity

part 2

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 110

 Duke is kind of confused. Scratch that he’s very confused. And concerned. More concerned than confused actually. Like Bruce is back from apparently being lost in time, sweet! That’s great! 

 But uh, should he be concerned about the several ghost children now following him around? Should he mention it? Bruce has to know, right? Like he’s half certain that one just picked up a book right in front of him and dropped it in his lap, so Bruce isn’t oblivious right?

[somegrumpynerd]

Cross has trouble getting to sleep alone in his room and goes looking for a distraction, but ends up finding a solution for both of them

[beatcroc]

there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[introspectivememories]

buggy drunk, flirting with marco: heyyy~ marco

marco responding because if nothing else it'll make shanks mad: heyyy~ bugs

shanks, halfway across the grandline, tense as hell as he gets a that's so raven like premonition: buggy and marco are fucking

benn with his head in his hands, halfway to crying because this is the fifth time kashira has turned the ship around because he cant stop chasing after that fucking clown and he doesnt get paid enough for this and-: this ship is fucking NIGHTMARE!!!

[ibrithir-was-here]

Blood of my Blood: Normal

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This week, the finale begins….

[feelingthedisaster]

comments in my fic be like "i cant wait to see what happens next" and same bitch same

[arcadiamln]

I arranged a survey with which character on "The trash of the Count's family" you would like to see in my arts. You asked me for Mary. I am glad that there was an answer to my question. I will be glad if we continue this little conversation.😊😊😊

[kendallroygf]

btw this is probably one of the most insane and telling scenes in regards to stewy nd kendall. like the stewy-marcia interaction first off. the way it’s so clearly paralleling kenstewy with logan and marcia. stewy and marcia literally watch their respective persons in silence. also important to note that stewy was one of the first ppl to greet logan when he arrived probably bc he knew that one of the first things logan was going to do was approach kendall and he wanted to get in there first to gauge the situation + logan. but stewy’s concern for kendall in regards to what could happen when he’s in close proximity to logan is so clear and almost synonymous with marcia’s own concern/love for logan at this point. like it seems intentional that they were shown to be like. logan and kendall’s respective partners here

[hi-im-kaybee]

the mech brainrot continues

[baeshijima]

soulmate "we would find each other in every lifetime" au, but whenever you find each other there is always just a slight mistiming.

in some instances you meet mere moments before disaster strikes. in others you are forced to be enemies due to untimely misunderstandings. sometimes you only catch a glimpse of the other in passing before they disappear as though they never existed. there would be the odd occasion where only one of you recognised the other, with them not knowing who you are or of the history which haunts your conscience.

and then there would be times you find yourself desperately holding the other, the tears which burn tracks down your cheeks being the only source of warmth on their cold skin.

despite the unnerving predictability fate has in store for you, you both cannot help but to hope that maybe — just maybe — this next lifetime will be kinder to you both; kinder in a way that your souls are not torn apart before they can even meld together.

(though such sentiment never comes true, it doesn't stop the feeble hope from burning aflame when you cross paths every lifetime. repeatedly, incessantly, and without fail.)