#but IDK ahahhh

[mad-hunts]

okay, but it's the way that listening to songs sometimes reminds me of these random OC's that i have come up with over the years though JSJSJ like i have nottt thought of this one in a WHILE... but i once had an OC named ilias whose parents basically had a dream related to wealth due to his birth + so they took it as a prophecy because they always wished to have money as they lived in poverty for as long as they could remember. thus, they were superrr overprotective of him growing up to the point of obsession because they started seeing him as like their 'savior' in a way. and at the age of like six years old, he ended up developing the 'midas touch' or the ability to turn things into gold with a touch except he ALSO couldn't turn it off like midas + it only started with small things like insects at first but then spread to things like people and animals being turned into gold by his touch?

and that is SO incredibly sad whenever i think about it?? but also, IDK... i think i might've been cooking slightly whenever i thought of this idea. not to brag or anything, of course LOL buttt the commentary i could be using this kind of story for related to how capitalism is horrible and how greed can quickly overpower people is something i'd definitely be interested in now, i think. but SKSKS if y'all have any thoughts about this, then please feel free to comment them below because i'd love to hear them :)

[arolloyd]

Ykw scratch that tlnm and the Lego movie DOES take place in the same universe after all... I feel like most ppl don't really talk about this too much because tlnm is usually associated w Ninjago rather than the lego movieverse

[resurrecthemuses]

Gives u da babies <3

[anthromimicry]

[stage-set]

you're not rebellious. you're disobedient. (From Viktor)

who knew there was a difference? that thought stuck in jeandre's mind like glue, it seemed, as they were under the impression they might be able to get some privacy in this space; but the ten-eyed man had seemed to attract the attention of a fellow who sought to try to jar them. as if angering them had ever been that easy. doesn't this kazzardly man know it'll take a whole lot more than that to arouse their ire? in any case, the ritual that he was performing was supposed to be a secret one — so it was a bit rude that viktor interrupted him like this. especially with his face off, seeing as the scrying bowl in the middle of the circle often didn't register the eyes on his phalanges as actual eyes. thus... when asked what they were doing, the ten-eyed man saw no obligation to actually reveal the nature of the ritual to viktor.

and he simply told him he was being rebellious by trying to latche a glimpse of a man who had somehow escaped his ever-extending vision. because they were dead already, jeandre had told viktor, they just didn't know it yet. then as if the man owned the place, viktor advised him to finish up, considering he imagined the both of them wanted to be mace-proof. in other words, the other had guided the boys in blue straight to this door like the miscreant he seemed to be turning out to be. but hey — they, too, had many run-ins with the cops... so who was judging him for that? it was only when jeandre had told him he couldn't stop the ritual now that it was underway that this seemed to illicit something that made viktor truly annoyed. 'you're not rebellious,' he said, 'you're disobedient.'

jeandre could only faintly see through the eyes he was born with, especially with the dim lighting in the warehouse; but upon raising one of his hands up, they could see there was something clearly unique about the man who taigled in it. he appeared to be not entirely flesh and bone but of machinery. whether it was employed out of necessity or simply aesthetic didn't matter because jeandre was now interested in him. was viktor only starting with his work of recreating his body, they thought, bringing into question the ship of theseus — or how much of something can you replace before it becomes something else entirely — or did he already end the modifications? it would be a shame if he did. jeandre could use some more human body parts for his rituals.

they admittedly feel a bit like a scoundrel as they bring their legs down from their contorted position above themselves down to the ground so they could face viktor at their full height. the ten-eyed man was scarred in the face, and his fingers were scarred too from self-harm as he held both hands up to viktor to see him. but they were just proof that you lived, yes? at least, that's what dr. joy always told him. a velvety voice wrung out soon enough through the warehouse, ❝ well, you know what they say, my dear fellow; there's no delight without disorder. what kind of trouble did you get in that was horrific enough to have the police follow you all the way here, hmm? did you kill anyone? ❞

[ archaic english: *jar: anger, *kazzardly: lean, *latche: catch, *mace-proof: free from arrest. *taigled: to linger about a place. ]

[agapestricken]

alright, yeah, manja may be kind of sly... BUT have you also considered that she's a seven foot tall partially moth-like woman with luxurious, long black hair and glowing yellow eyes? like she's honestly gorgeous and i'm tired of pretending like she's not okok (LMAO i'm just joking as i know this account is still new so i haven't talked about her much 💀 but even with the, uhhh, body horror thing's manja's got going on — she is stunning)

[teawinx]

SO like

I've kept messing with it ahahhh

I just had the idea of the white costume as this sporty simple romper and like I just really like it

And I was thinking of giving her a look that echoes her predecessor more so

idk man

[mad-hunts]

AHH, i know the general consensus on that poll that i did a while ago was that blonde hair barton is the preferred one — but just give me a second y'all to go INSANE over this specific picture of barton's FC as a brunet, because i am SLAMMING my hands on the table loudly and looking (dis)respectfully!!

[goneinsecondsxo]

oooh i love a good road trip fic tell me about it!

ah haha ahahhh okay so my roadtrip fic is actually so tragic. essentially, James has this solo roadtrip across the US he's been planning forever, but like a month before he's set to go he and regulus get in a bad car accident and James tragically dies :/ (rip)

BUT in his grief regulus decides to go on the trip to honor James. he follows his route, meets people along the way and its really an exploration of grief. also James haunts the narrative...literally...he keeps showing up in the car throughout the trip.

@messrsrarchives or @houndsinhades read the first 3 chapters and know how much I love a character haunting the narrative

here's a snippet bc idk if ill ever publish this even though theres 3 chaps written and its fully outlined but I love it so so sooo much:

The route is pulled up on his phone, the photo of him and James from their first date sitting underneath the car radio where he can always see it. Regulus is here. And James isn’t, and that fills him with more guilt than he knows what to do with. His hands grip the wheel, knuckles going bone-white with force as he swallows a lump in his throat. Tears are begging to fall from his eyes, but he’s worried if he lets them start, they won’t stop. Regulus considers calling Sirius or Pandora, but he just got here, he can't do that yet. He looks at the photo, James’ hazel eyes bright with life and everything comes spilling out of him.  Sat in the carpark of the rental car company Regulus sobs. “Fuck!” His eyes squeeze shut, hand smashing against the steering wheel. “Oi, it’s not the car’s fault you know.”  Regulus’ eyes shoot open, head whipping towards the passenger seat. The breath is completely knocked out of him at what he sees. James. “James? What–how–you can’t be here? You’re–” “Dead? Yeah, sorry love. Still dead.” “I don’t understand.” “You needed me, so I’m here.” Brows knitted together, Regulus finds himself speechless. Is he going insane? “You’re not going insane, Regulus.” James says with soft eyes. “I don’t see how I can’t be? I’m talking to the ghost of my dead boyfriend?” “First off–I’m not a ghost. Second–to reiterate, you’re not insane.” “If you’re not a ghost then what the fuck are you?” Regulus says with a sharp tone. James smiles, “There you are.”

this wip game

[agapestricken]

hey, y'all 👀 so now i'm going to start to talk about ana's costume! (which he wears whenever he's out doing his... i'm not sure whether ritualistic killings would be the right way to phrase it, because he doesn't do them like they are a part of some twisted religious service. but the definition of ritualistic in which something follows a certain pattern every time it happens would be correct in accordance with how he kills these people who have escaped dying at their original time which is. yeahhh, its a big bundle of YIKES to put things lightly ahahhh) and to preface this, i'm going to just give you all a reference of what merrymaker's costume looked like in the comics as ana's is also modeled after a plague doctor's but his is not the same as byron's OFC.

(this art was also done by an artist on twitter under the name sneakermafia2 if you want to check out more of their stuff! it all seems GORGEOUS and i would've inserted some official art, but literally all of the stuff i could find of it was in a format that tumblr wouldn't accept for some reason, so JSJSJ here have the fanart LOLLL)

now, in regards to how its different, the hat he wears does have a wider brim to it so it gives off more a slight... farm aesthetic if that makes any sense, because its the sides of it are kind of sown unevenly + its got some sharp angles to it like where the brim falls on the left side of his head and at the back of it as well. his costume is also different in the fact that it does show the sides of his hair (which would be black) and he does still have a beak-like mask, but its got stitches running down it not down the middle, but curved at the sides that almost makes it resemble an actual birds mouth.

my FAVORITE part of the costume though has to be the cloak because, yes, it may be kind of extra (LOL) but he wears it regardless of that and the top of it is made out of a soft / flexible cloth with a hood attached to the back. and the middle as well as the bottom part? wellll, i decided to pretty much completely run with the idea of making it more bird-like and have this top part be attached to a wall of synthetic black feathers, so every single time this man like jumps or anything - it gives the illusion that he's got wings.

underneath that is a military style jacket (it actually has nothing to do with the military, so IDK why they call it that, but yeah) that has buttons on either side of it and embroidered lines connecting them. and of course, he just wears some regular black pants with it, but they've got some small rips around the knees of them + if i'm being honest? ana definitely wears demonia boots with his outfit, because he's got a reputation to keep as someone who SLAYS, okok / hj JSJSJ no but these demonia boots are for real what he wears so make of that what you will 💀

[kyeterna]

~~Hello and welcome to the Kyeverse~~

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I primarily post in english but I can speak english and greek (and I am still learning mandarin chinese)

While I do reblog posts a lot, this is (supposedly) an original works blog, so the only consistent type of post will always be my original stuff. I do post fancontent though.

That being said, if you followed (or want to follow) for a specific fandom post I made, I am sorry, you will most likely never see me post again from said fandom. I am very slow at making any type of art and I am also very bad at being a consistent poster, so by the time I remember to post again I will have lost interest in making art for that fandom

Again, I do move on from interest fast BUT there are specific stuff I am really into for a long time (might reblog art from time to time). SOME of those (the ones I have had the longest) are: mcyt (specifically hermitcraft agecent and my mysterious and tragic past in other smps i won't mention), genshin impact, re:zero, undertale/deltarune (I will become very annoying when the new chapter drops), the magnus archives, and one piece among others

But to be safe: follow only if you like my art/original stuff or maybe you just like me idk

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All my reblogs are tagged either as '#unspecified tag' if they are general posts, '#tag game' if they are "say in the tags []' posts and '#art rb' if it's reblogged art (they are usually queued) OR by their respective fandom. So I tag all my re:zero reblogs with '#re:zero', all my hermitcraft ones as '#hermitcraft'. That way if you don't want to see something I reblog from a certain fandom you can have the tag muted! Everyone is well.

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So that's everything pretty much! If you do decide to follow I hope you enjoy your stay here. I am always open to making new friends (<- is desperate). And I don't know maybe,,,, maybe check out my original stuff (masterposts hyperlinked in bio ahahahhhhh)

this post will be updated whenever it needs and I remember to do it

[mad-hunts]

okay, i'm not saying that feeding barton would just straight up diffuse barton's need for being a murderous gremlin because that is just so deeply ingrained him in now that it's not even funny, but i'm also not saying if you — say — placed a quesadilla in front of barton right before he was about to do about something horrible to someone... that there couldn't be at least a bit of a chance he would think about eating that instead

[goldenflurry]

“I’m sorry..” Tango’s voice came out softly, if you could see guilt it’d have been draped over each letter. He and Jimmy where in the remains of the ranch house, that was mostly burned down by Scar earlier that day. The cobblestone walls being wht held up the buts of wood they could save, and the only thing keeping the cows from running away, or being stollen. Tango had Jimmy’s burnt hands in his, he had begun carefully wrapping them up, they had been burnt from a mix of putting out the house fire, and Jimmy stopping Tango as he lit up in anger.

“There’s no need to be sorry big man, it was an accident, it’s completely understandable-“ Jimmy trued to defend but, Tango looking up quickly cut him off.

“I’m supposed to be helping my soulmate not hurting them!” Tango exclaimed quickly, he could feel tears forming at the sides of his eyes, which were swiftly wiped away with one of his hands.

Jim’s gaze fell, unsure of what to say, looking at their hands, Tango had carefully wrapped up the burns he had gotten. Jimmy didn’t blame Tango for the extra burns, it was completely understandable to him that Tango would be angry at the ranch house being burnt down. Tango had spent so long making it a nice place for them to live, even adding on a tower. Yet it was burnt up by a simple mistake of taking Scar’s horse. Jim couldn’t, no, he wouldn’t, blame Tango at all. It was his fault the place was lit on fire, he was the one that took the horse. Jim couldn’t blame Tango no matter what happened, it wasn’t Tango’s idea, even if he helped. The two sat in silence as Tango finished wrapping Jimmy’s hands, Tango cared for the burns as well as he could with what little they had in the house, they were poor after all.

“Sorry- I just… it’s not fair to you, I keep hurting you and, there’s nothing you can do about it..” Tango said breaking the silence, he did his best to cover up a waver in his voice.

“Tango..” Jimmy softly called, the sound of Tango’s voice hurt his heart, he could see how distressed the other was.

“You can try to tell me it’s fine- or it isn’t a big deal but, we both know that’s wrong. We both know I am the one continuing to be the reason we’re hurt. I stole away your first life by a stupid accident! Then I burned your hands because I couldn’t control my anger!” Tango continued his rant, his voice breaking as a lump appeared in his throat. Tango couldn’t help but feel emotional, feeling that he wasn’t doing enough, feeling like he was only causing more harm than good. These life series always seemed to have that affect on him, his emotions becoming less controllable. Each season seemingly making it harder to control them, or simply keep them in line.

“Yeah, it’s true. You did burn my hands because you got upset. You built us a home to live in, and it got burned, it’s perfectly understandable that you got mad! Plus, even if you have hurt me you have wrapped up my hands, you’re doing more good than I think you’re giving yourself credit for.” Jim shot back quickly.

Tango looked up at Jim, taking a deep breath, laughing lightly, “I could easily say you’re doing more than I am, you brought the cows, made a whole wheat field, and had the brilliant the idea for a wall so we would be safer.”

“Maybe we’re doing better than we thought.” Jimmy laughed pulling Tango into a hug, “we can’t really blame ourselves, I think we should look at it this way, you made a house, and I filled it. Maybe it got a little burned but, nothing is stopping us from fixing it, like we pick ourselves up, we can pick up the house from the ashes!” Jimmy finished, giving Tango a smile, glad to see a small one returned from the fiery male in his arms.

Tango hummed lightly in agreement, snuggling into the gentle hold Jim had on him, things couldn’t be that bad. “Yeah, you’re right.. things could definitely be worse.” He agreed, letting out a sigh.

“Exactly! We’re a team here and together we can figure things out, so don’t worry about it so much my man.” Jimmy said happily relaxing on the bed, Tango’s natural body heat was soothing, slowly lulling Jim to sleep, Tango following soon after.

[valkyrjuk]

been thinking abt a new legend that would really connect to Titanfall for Apex

just like an old, kind of aged pilot dressed in all of the gear, I see it all in red shining plate, scarred and battered. His passive would be a favorite from TF2 - the Hover kit, where when he aims while in the air he stops for only a short moment. As for a tactical, he'd have a Dash ability, like the Titans have, to give him maybe ten, fifteen feet with one or two dashes available, this alone making the character an amazing skirmisher. His ultimate is where he shines though - a jump jet, limited burn, takes you only a little higher and a little further than Octane's jump pad so you can easily get atop 2 or 3 storey buildings.

Those abilities make him a perfect, perfect solo but also just an outstanding guy to fake-out, draw in, and out-flank your opponents.

As for his appearance, I mentioned red pilot's gear - a smooth helmet in red, plate armor along his body. I envision a sword at his hip, like that guy from the Titanfall mobile game that got killed off uhh Titanfall: Assault. Would be the perfect heirloom item, a quick slice of his saber. On the inside it's... an egg idk

[leaving-fragments]

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[anthromimicry]

“ i feel like i’m pulled back in time to when it happened.” @twcfaces :)

in response to the other's words, silence spread throughout the room almost instantaneously, but it was not the kind that was born out of awkwardness or of any sort of malice — it was a quiet sort of understanding that misao was regarding the other with now. it was undeniable that harvey and two-face, as they were ultimately two halves of one whole, had clearly been through something very traumatic as evidenced by the events that harvey (who was seemingly the host of their body from what she'd gathered from their conversation thus far, though she could be wrong) described to her. so it was important to treat the topic with the respect it deserved... and not to immediately jump to saying that he needed help, because that could be misinterpreted as ' there's something wrong with you, ' which was the exact opposite of what those who practice talk therapy should say to their patients.

misao instead wanted to show him compassion (or, at least, as much compassion as she could given her propensity for having to fake empathizing with her patients perhaps more often than she'd like to admit) and so all she did at first was nod to affirm the other that she was indeed listening. the gears in her mind right now were just turning was all, as she tried to find what the best thing to say to him would be in this moment. misao preoccupied herself with pushing the tissues on the table across from them closer to harvey just in case he might need them. and this gave her the time she needed to finally settle on what she should say, her expression remaining neutral besides the blink-and-you'll-miss-it frown that tugged at her lips, ❝ i see. well, thank you for trusting me enough to share such a personal and difficult story. ❞

misao took a moment in order to let everything he said to her set in more and continued, leaning forward to show him yet another sign that she was in fact very attuned to what he was saying, ❝ i am so sorry that you were hurt, harvey. or would you prefer for me to refer to you through plural terms? it seems as if the therapists before me that have treated you have made you aware that you have disassociative identity disorder... but i know that every system's preferences tend to vary whenever it comes to pronouns. so, i thought i should ask. but we do not have to talk about two-face at all during this session if you don't want to or unless he wishes to join us. i am correct with my assumption that i am speaking to harvey, yes? ❞ making a trust her and forming a safe environment for them in her office was absolutely vital to helping them heal. and whenever it came to people with a disassociative disorder, misao felt it was especially important to establish a baseline with them about their system.

she only had what other psychiatrists had said about the two of them to depend upon currently in her notes, after all, and things could always change / be inaccurate. misao cleared her throat as she rolled her pencil in between her hands, ❝ now, please correct me if i am using the wrong terms here, but if you are comfortable with answering... i'd like to ask you whether this is the first time you've experienced such a thing. i mean, having this feeling that you are being brought back in time to when it happened. because i believe that if you have been experiencing these flashbacks to the past in a reoccurring fashion, that there may definitely be more to it than what meets the eye. ❞ misao grabbed something from beneath the table in front of her and it was soon revealed to be a notebook with a pen.

she carefully slid it over to him, wordlessly at first, ❝ i don't know if you are fond of doodling while talking, but i always keep a set of these in my office for those who are. so feel free. and i realize that it can be intimidating to speak about these things to someone, but i promise you that my goal here is to just help you to the best of my ability. ❞ misao offered him a small smile before settling back in her chair.

he, or they, might desire to have some space to process everything. and she was more than willing to give it to them.