#does a little spin like a windmill

[oriiduckko]

Say hello to my robot clown babies EHEHEHEH 🤡😳

Idk what else to put here

[lesboygamzee]

i think people are sooo obsessed w the whole Trolls Designed Their Hives As Little Kids thing until they actually need to remember it its a little funny . ' why does tavroses hive have a windmill thingy on it? are we getting weird Power Source lore from this very specific detail that never gets brought up again ' no i actually just think tavros was one of the many babies who like when things spin around a lot . possibly

[seraph-of-sizes]

AS I SAID,I AM GIVING U THIS RN

So I know am obsessed with this but I cannot find stuff like this anymore so yeah :(

So 5/6 words..

Giant venti with child human/reader

And I always ask the child thing cuz I am thing g/t things with tiny/human child is adorable….and my oc is a child…

THATS ALL TYSM FOR UR ATTENTION💕💕💕

I adore Venti so much, favorite Archon go brrrrrr. Sorry this took so long, I actually survived a tornado over the weekend, thankfully I was just visiting the area so I didn't have any damage, but a friend I knew that lived in the area did so I was helping them out. Thanks for the patience all the same <3

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“Little one you’re a bit far from home.” You giggled softly at the familiar breeze that wrapped around you. It smelled like Sunsettias, which was good, that meant your friend actually ate something today.

“I wanted to see you though!” You pouted as you looked up at the entrance to the broken temple place. “I got a vision!”

“Oh?” You clapped eagerly as the familiar teal eyes slowly blinked open in front of you. The big Bard pulled himself up a little so he could see you properly, ever so gently ruffling your hair with a single finger. “What element is it?”

“Anemo!” You exclaimed proudly. “Mama said Bardabatos gave me his blessing!”

Venti barely held back his laughter at the butchering of his Archon name. “I see, you must have impressed the Anemo God for sure.”

“I think he’s happy I made friends with you, Mister Bard!” You grinned, the wind gently playing around you, at your whim and Venti’s supervision. “Does that mean I get to see you stand up now?”

Venti bit back a groan. He had promised you that when you were older and gained a vision he would show you his entire form. He didn’t think it would come so soon, nor that you would remember the promise. 

“Alright little one, but we’ll have to be careful. If the wrong person sees me stand up they could hurt me.” He hummed softly, the noise causing you to giggle more as the air around you practically vibrated with the sound. “Come here, I need to make sure I don’t lose you now.”

You practically threw yourself into his open hand, the warmth of his hand was like the nicest bed in the world. You watched in awe from where you were laying on your back as he began to get up, your mind spinning like the windmills as he seemed to unfold. White fabric wrapped around him, but as you watched it slowly changed to green. Eventually he was sitting upright and you jumped up in indignation. 

“You’re not standing up!” You accused, pouting as he merely chuckled at you. 

“I can’t stand up here, I’ll break the rest of the Thousand Winds Temple little one.” Venti explained softly. “And I don’t want to scare anyone in Mondstadt that might see me from the city. They don’t know about me after all.”

“Oh right! Mister Bard is supposed to be a secret.” You sighed softly, playing with your vision. “I hope Bardabados keeps you safe from any mean people.”

“I’ll be fine, little one.” Venti smiled, slowly laying down again but on his back this time. “When you get much older, find the Dandelion Sea. I’ll show you my true height then, alright?”

“Okay!” Venti smiled at the eagerness in your voice. He watched as the sky began to burn with sunset and sent you off back to Mondstadt. He stared at the sky as the stars began to appear and smiled, tracing the new constellation in the sky. 

It looked amusingly similar to a wind sprite.

[quodekash]

this episode may take longer to watch than any episode previously has

flirting at its finest

holy frick I am definitely way more attached to these two than I strictly should be

he just gave his boyfriend a curfew for playing soccer. I love them so much

dshgsdgshdhghfsdgfhagewhsdgfhad

AAAAAASDHSDASHGFAHSFGASHFGAHSGF

IVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS SCENE FOR SO LONG THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY

KANG ATTACKING HIS BOYFRIEND IN KISSESSSS ERHBDGSHKRB

kaaang

you doofus schmoofus

hes probably fine tho, time blindness, we've seen it happen before (the first time they studied together), so he'll show up, he just got carried away

side note: why doesnt sailom have a phone case

WAIT HANG ON

the last time this happened (sailom giving kang a time for him to come study with him, and kang being over an hour and a half late to that time), it was the first time they'd had a tutoring session. what if this is foreshadowing, and it's about to be the last time they have a tutoring session?? everything's right about to go down, I can feel it. just let me enjoy the fluffiness of everything for a while before we have to suffer in the angst

he DOES want to study, but he struggles with time blindness and hyper focus and he lost track of time and didnt notice but im SURE he rushed home the MINUTE he realised what time it was

sailom, those are your brother's words, not yours

you're only thinking that because your brother implanted it into your mind, and it was a simple explanation that you took because you were worried and scared for him. just listen to kang and let him explain himself

noooo this is like the scene with pimfah in episode 6

SEE?????? LISTEN TO YOUR BOYFRIEND NEXT TIME DOOFUS AND COMMUNICATE BETTER

its fine, its okay, this is a learning experience, a lesson for them, they will grow from this both as a couple and as individuals, its okay, they'll work it out

IMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRY

OH WHO AM I KIDDING, IM SOBBING

oh yeah, see that eye contact there? thats the eye contact of "im probably going to shoot you or be involved in you getting shot, perhaps intentionally perhaps not, while I rob your house because I am poor and I hate the rich"

whaht

ohhh yeah the sprained ankle

lets all just take a moment to appreciate how pretty papang is

thank you that is all

THEY ARE FRIENDS

THEY ARE FRIENDSSSSSS

AAAAAA

they're sitting next to each otherrrrrrr

GOEURLDJSBGVRE

THIS ENTIRE SCENE IS JUST SO PERFECT

1. sailom apologised for getting angry

2. kang apologised for coming home late

3. sailom made sure kang knows that his debts are HIS problem, not kang's

4. sailom is motivating kang to pursue his dreams

5. 'because I have my wind, this windmill can spin' I MEAN COME ON

IM TRYING TO NOT AUDIBLY SOB BUT I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH THEYRE SO CUTE

HE SAID THE LINE BUT WITHOUT THE SAME FLASHBACK OVER AND OVER AGAIN LIKE TWELVE TIMES IN THE ONE EPISODE

this fluff is too much for my gay little heart to handle

luckily its all gonna crash and burn soon tho :)

YESSSS

I love the studying-while-exercising-oishi-drink-breaks

I ALSO LOVE THIS TROPE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

cmon guys just kiss

you got so close last episode

OML

I CANT

THATS SO FUNNY

IVE SEEN SOME GAY-ASS OISHI COMMERCIALS BUT THIS MIGHT JUST BE THE BEST ONE

screaming crying throwing up they're so disgusting (and pls keep it coming I love it)

not that I doubted it before, but respectthepetty is definitely right about that praise kink, no one alive can deny it now

he loves toying with him so much, and I love watching it

T H E P O U T

...you know, I really wish Tumblr allowed more than 30 images per post.

[blackjackkent]

OK, more Rakha adventures. I'm kind of torn on what to do next here.

I'd honestly really like to take her down to the teahouse to deal with Ethel because I'm intrigued by the weirdly positive conversation they had in the refugee camp, but Ethel is still several levels above us. Same with the other thing Rakha is most interested in at present, which is going to kill the fake paladins chasing Karlach.

So I think our best bet is to clear out the blighted village and head straight for the goblins in the temple right now, and then circle back to everything else.

And the first thing we run into in wandering the village iiiiiiis...

Poor old Barcus.

Not a scene Rakha is easily able to parse at a glance. Several goblins, calling up mockingly at another creature - equal size, with grey-blue skin - tied to the enormous windmill in front of them and screaming as it spins.

One of the goblins looks over with a nasty smile as Rakha approaches.

"Look what we got here! Another little birdie wantin' to fly!"

"Stop this thiiiiiiiiiing!" screams the creature on the windmill with abject panic.

The goblin laughs gleefully. "Yehehehehe - flap those wings some more an' I'll feed you a worm!" he crows. His eyes narrow at Rakha. "An' you - hope you got a stomach for heights!"

She doesn't overly care about the tied up creature - but the goblin's mocking tone is unmistakable, as is his air of menace. Goblins, she has learned, are already an acceptable and satisfying target, and this one is making an effort right from the jump to rouse her anger.

It mocks us. Kill. Bleed. Destroy. The beast stirs excitedly.

Were she a calmer person, unburdened by the blood-hungry voice behind her eyes, she might spare a moment to wonder how this little pipsqueak intends to make good on his threat. But she is not, and suddenly all she can focus on is the clean and obvious line of his neck where the right pressure would snap--

Attack the goblins.

(A/N: I forgot that I left off yesterday having just done the other fight with the Blighted Village goblins, so Rakha had no spell slots left and charged in blindly with only cantrips. Luckily, all my most ill-advised combat choices are still perfectly in-character for her. XD Also luckily, getting Fezzerk down to low health ends the combat early.)

The battle is short and brutal; Wyll follows up with an eldritch blast on the group's leader to supplement Rakha's opening electric shock, and he folds like tissue paper.

"Stop! I give up!" the goblin yelps, scrabbling backwards out of reach of Rakha's still-glowing hands. "M-mercy! Please!"

He squirms nervously, peering up at Rakha with a desperate, pleading gaze, all the bravado gone. "I know things," he says eagerly. "If you let me live, I'll make it worth your while. I p-promise!"

Rakha hesitates. The beast is not yet sated, and won't be by anything less than this creature's blood spattered out through the dirt. But he promises knowledge. Answers. Is it possible he knows something she needs?

"Talk and you might live," she says sharply; her voice strains with the effort of holding the beast in check. "If it's worth my while."

The goblin brightens, sensing hope. "M-my lot are camped nearby!" he stammers out. "I can get you inside. No hassle! You can loot it, do whatever! There's a hidden path, p-past the bridge into the camp. Over to the side before you reach the first guards. Easy!"

Rakha's eyes narrow. Useless. This is not the information she wants - about herself, about the tadpoles, even about the Absolute these goblins apparently follow. All he offers is a way to avoid a fight.

Of all things, Rakha does not want to avoid a fight.

No mercy. Kill the goblin.

The goblin's eyes widen with a moment of pure, exhilarating terror.

"No, wait--" he starts to scream, but the words are cut off into a bubbling gurgle as Rakha's dagger, in her hand in an instant, sinks through his throat. Warm blood spills over her hand and for a moment she is conscious only of the smell of flesh and iron as everything else fades from her.

She comes back to herself kneeling at the goblin's side, staring at his corpse. The others have scattered in terror, and the only remaining sound is the windmill's implacable creaking.

Good... the beast purrs, satisfied.

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She does, in the end, let the gnome down, more for curiosity's sake than anything else.

"Urrrgh. Magga cammara... those pustulent thugs!" He squints up at her warily. "Well. Get on with it! Whatever you are."

"Get on with what?" Rakha asks, puzzled.

"You saved me," the gnome says with exaggerated patience. "Now you'll extort me. That's how this works, yes?"

Perhaps to her credit, this hadn't even occurred to Rakha. As always, the low-level simmering desire to kill still sits at the back of her mind, but taking his money wasn't even on her radar. "You owe me nothing," she says, as if confused how he came to this conclusion.

"Nothing?" the gnome says, startled.

Rakha blinks once, then again. "I... *could* extort you, if that's what you want?" she says uncertainly.

He straightens up and scowls in evident irritation. "You're teasing me now," he says. "I'm certain of it. Take my pack, if you can find it. The only reason those goblins caught me was its weight. I'll travel lightly from now on."

Teasing? Rakha had meant the comment entirely seriously. But she just shrugs and doesn't argue the matter, but turns and walks away without another word, leaving the gnome dusting himself off and muttering irritated nonsense behind her.

[dreamcorechild]

[The hantengu clones saying random teletubbies scripts.]

Aizetsu: Eh-oh...

Karaku: Eh-oh!~

Urogi: EH-OH!!!!

Sekido: Is that it.. Is that what I gotta fucking say... Eh-oh.. What does that mean? Oh no.. Uh oh...??? WHAT KIND OF SCRIPT WRITING IS THIS SHIT?!? AND ALL I GOTTA FUCKING DO IS RAM INTO A TREE AND DO A FUCKING TUMBLE AND KICK MY FUCKING LEGS LIKE A INFANT ON A TANTRUM?!?!

AND WHY DID THEY GIVE ME A SCOOTER.. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO GO ON IT?!?!? AND IT MAKES SUCH HIDEOUS HONK HONK NOISES!!

Narrator: One day in Hantengu land.. Sekido was being a grump ass-

Sekido: SHUT THE FUCK UP NARRATOR AND GIVE ME A BETTER ROLE.. I AIN'T THE YOUNGEST. I'M THE FUCKING OLDEST!!!!

Karaku: Ayo bro. What ya think of my new hat?~

Urogi: I LOVE THIS BOUNCY BALL!!!

Aizetsu: Whats so special about a red handbag..?

[Sekido when he saw tubby custard.]

Sekido: THE HELL IS THAT MEANT TO BE.. PINK SLOB OF PAINT FROM A NUCLEAR PLANT??.. IS THIS SHOW TRYING TO POISON ME AND TURN ME INTO A PINK ABOMINATION.. AND WHY IS THIS MACHINE SO BROKEN! WHY DOES MY SCRIPT SAY I NEED TO BE LAZY AND MAKE A FUCKING MESS. MY OCD IS GOING TO FUCKING SNAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!

Zohakuten: *Insert hooving sucking up noises*

Sekido: THE fuck are you doing you brat?!

Zohakuten: I got the role as Noo-Noo

Sekido: Noo-Noo, sounds gay.

Zohakuten: HEY! ATLEAST I DIDN'T HAVE THE ROLE AS TINKY WINKY IN YA SPLINKY!!

Aizetsu: People are gonna call me winky woo now.... *Crying*

Urogi: TUBBY TOAST! TUBBY TOAST :D

Karaku: HURRY UP WERE STARIVING HERE~

Sekido: DON'T LOOK AT ME. I AIN'T YOUR SERVENT. THE MACHINE IS RIGHT THERE DO IT YOURSELVES YOU FUCKING PILLOCK!!

Sekido: AND WHY DOES THAT SUN HAVE A FACE?!?!? AND WHY IS IT A BABY??

Sekido: AND WHY DO I GOT A TV SCREEN SEWN INTO MY STOMACH?! THIS IS DISTURBING AND WHY ARE THERE LITTLE KIDS IN THAT TV SCREEN, WHY ARE THEY WAVING AT ME..

Sekido: Why are we staring at a fucking cardboard cutout of some bear and a lion?

Sekido: Why are these speakers stalking me?!

Sekido: WHY IS THAT SPINNY SPIN SPIN WINDMILL FUCKING SPINNING OUT SHINY GLITTER IS THIS A FEVER DREAM OR SOMETHING??

SEKIDO: WHY IS MY BED COVERS MADE OUT OF TINFOIL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

[do-u-ever-just]

WEEKLY WIP

Single dad Sasuke and his babysitter, Naruto. Sasuke has realised his feelings for Naruto are getting a little beyond professional, so he tries going on a first date to quell his suddenly active hormones. Obviously, it doesn't work.

This came out of me in a rush! I've decided to put all my time into finishing Drum Sticks and Rose Quartz first, but this is a fun little project you can expect more of!

Tags: SasuNaru, Age Gap, Single Father Sasuke, ft. the return of Sasaki!

Sasuke busies himself in the hallway mirror.  Fixing his hair.  Tugging his shirt straight.  Adjusting the black and silver rings on his fingers.  

“Woa, you look smart,” Naruto comments.  He’s picked Sasaki up and is windmilling him around the kitchen.  Sasaki giggles in utter delight.  “Another date night, huh?”

Sasuke bites his lip.  “Yeah, another date night.”

Naruto pauses.  “And you sound so excited about it.”  Sasaki is already pounding Naruto’s shoulders with his fists, demanding he keep spinning.  Naruto does.

Sasuke only shrugs.  “Would you think I’m cringe if I said I feel too old for first dates?”

Naruto laughs.  He stumbles, and grips the back of a chair to steady himself.  “Hey, I’m like nine years younger than you, and I feel the same way.”

“So, that makes me ancient?”

Naruto nods.  “Yeah, guess it does.  So you should be grateful you’ve found anyone in your old age.”

“Har har.”

Sasuke hopes he hid how hard his chest twinged at the reminder of their age gap.  Not that Naruto is underrage, god no.  He’s twenty-three, spry, and started babysitting for some extra cash while he attempted to finish his personal trainer course.  Sasuke found his name through a friend of a friend.  Truly, some gym-frat-looking-bro showing up on his doorstep was the last thing Sasuke had wanted of someone who would be put in charge of his son, but he had been desperate and unable to say no.

Naruto proved himself sent by angels.

He was clean, neat, polite (the bare minimum).  But he never drank alcohol in front of Sasaki, or even when Sasaki had been put to bed.  He would do his homework at the kitchen table until Sasuke got home.  He wasn’t a great cook, his meals mostly consisted of rice, chicken and broccoli, but he was always kind enough to make Sasuke a serving for his lunch the next day.  

Most importantly, Sasaki loved him.

Naruto would show him all the cheats on the video games he was playing, but kept it to a good ninety minutes at night, and never any time before bed.  He would teach Sasaki new words, read to him if he was having trouble sleeping, and had taught him how to play soccer in the courtyard just outside the townhouse.  

He walked him in the park, rugging him up on colder days, and bringing spare water on the hot ones.  

And he never accepted tips.

All Sasuke could do in return is pass his name on when others enquired about anyone good to babysit their own kids, which Sasuke was loathe to do.  He knew Naruto needed all the work he could get, but Sasuke felt a strange sense of possession over him, which was unowed and definitely unwarranted.

And Sasuke, a normal, human male with two perfectly working eyes, could never stop noticing how attractive Naruto was.  And how that was only enhanced everytime Naruto rushed to Sasaki with a tissue whenever he sneezed.  Or when Sasuke came home and the vacuuming had been done.  Or when Naruto cut his rate in half when Sasuke had mentioned he was hard for money.

Or the one time he had come home to Naruto, shirtless, feet hooked under the couch and doing sit ups in his living room.

Sasuke had almost passed out with the rush of heat that went straight to his groin, and an unfortunate realisation had come over him.  He wasn’t just physically attracted to Naruto anymore.  Which, in of itself, was its own problem.

Hence, the first date.

[buckbylightning]

anyone else thinking about that little windmill run buck does when he's running really fast and he spins his arms around. you know the one. where he looks like a toddler trying to balance. big fan personally keep up the good work

[thinplacesradio]

a field of white, three-bladed wind turbines at night, seen through a car's windshield. deep blue sky. the image is distorted by VCR static. white text reads:

[021] THE BALANCE. A CALLER FEELS WISTFUL. THE HOST WATCHES WINDMILLS.

listen here, or anywhere you find your podcasts. transcript under the cut:

[static, radio tuning]

[Traveling Sales Rep: Don’t touch that dial! We’ll be right back, after these short messages.] [static, radio tuning]

[click]

Hello and welcome to Thin Places Radio. I’m your host,

and it is the middle of the night. But don’t worry. You’re not alone.

[Thin Places theme] 

I’m coming to you awed from my studio, which is what I like to call this silent, endless field of windmills I’ve found myself at the foot of. I am smaller even than the dot at the center of the blades. Every second, they blink red, then go dark again. Red. Black. Red. Black. There. It’s like they’re all breathing together, or all looking out for something, a hundred eyes opening in unison.

Something is beginning to spin them off in the distance, coming this way. I don’t feel a breeze. The night air is still and empty. But something has them shuddering and turning, faster and faster, moving through the herd like a swarm of biting flies.

So… what is Thin Places Radio? Well, you can call in about anything strange that you’ve got going on in your life - feelings, omens, premonitions, hauntings.

Are you getting help from the other side?

Are you looking for something small?

Are you seeing someone across the street that no one else can see?

When the veil between worlds is thin, we get closer than ever to the strange and the unexplained - but also to each other. Call in, get it off your chest. Lines are open.

[click] [voicemail:]

I am feeling particularly wistful this evening, and wondering if time itself has lost its balance. Maybe, just maybe, there is something out there - smaller than we think it is. 

[click] 

You’ve got me wistful over here, too, caller – next door to you in the neighborhood of the cosmos.

I don’t think time has a balance – or, if she does, not one that I will ever understand.

[steel guitar - eerie, curious music begins]

There is no real moment where the hourglass is balanced. A grain of sand doesn’t suspend itself in midair. The next one is always falling behind it. We never have the present moment. And yet, the present moment is all we ever have.

Time doesn’t need to hold steady. She passes. Sometimes slowly, and sometimes relentlessly, but she never pauses, not once. There is life to live. There is rot to progress. There is hair to gray and water to flow and billboards to peel and bleach white. Even if you lose track of her, she never loses track of you. Well. Of most of us.

We’re all one of those little grains of sand, caller. Everything big is made up of something smaller, and smaller, and smaller. The windmill field is each windmill, and each blade, and each atom of metal, and each person who welded it together in the factory, who loaded its parts onto the train that would bring it across the country to this place, who worked the machinery to piece it all together. And each of those people is every moment they’ve ever been through, and every person they’ve ever loved, and every mistake they’ve ever made, and every bright thing that’s captured their interest or their ire.

Am I making any sense, listeners? Maybe not. I’ll try again. The big things are hard to touch. We let them pass through us and then remember how it felt. We keep the big things in the small things, because the small things are what we have. But that’s good. That makes them easier to hold on to.

I’m here. So are you. All the impossible things exist anyway. And thank God for that.

[click]

[a swarm of creatures]

[click] 

The windmill above me is creaking to life. There’s still no wind, but I can feel something moving, trying to settle around me. The red lights are flashing quicker, now, uneven. There’s a pattern to them that I can’t understand. I think they’re speaking, in whatever way they can, but they aren’t speaking to me. The invisible swarm passes right by me, and around me, but it doesn’t settle – except for the brush of one small animal-insect-something that does not have a taxonomy that lands on the back of my hand, for just a second. I feel chitin or scales or feathers or fur. And then it’s gone, and everything, including the windmills, is still again.

[click]

Thank you for listening, callers, and thank you for calling, listeners. I hope you feel a little bit lighter. I know I do. As always, our number is 717.382.8093. That’s 717.382.8093. Until next time. I’ll be here.

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Thin Places Radio is a podcast written by Kristen O’Neal and produced by Kaitlin Bruder. The voice of Your Host is Kristen O’Neal.

Tonight’s voicemail was left for us by Kent. Editing and sound design are by Kaitlin Bruder, and the music tracks you heard in tonight’s episode are: the Thin Places theme, by Miles Morkri, and Unearthed by Miles Morkri. If you have a question to ask, a story to tell, or a suggestion for the host, give us a call at ‪(717) 382-8093. The lines are always open.

[Thin Places Theme outro]

[pokefighter]

Thoughts and headcanons

I was lazy to type these at first despite it being in the back of my mind for months, but it’s nice to have a place to organize dumb thoughts. As I’m catching up on other anime like Yugioh, it’s kind of sad that Death Note in comparison doesn’t have much content in terms of world building, merchandise, or even showing what a character’s life is like outside of doing their job. In fact, some of their existence are treated solely as a plot device instead of a fleshed out compelling person. I know it’s mainly because DN’s writing is more story-driven than on characters, but it leaves me wanting to know more about them. 

Besides being highly fond of a few characters, admiring the animation’s cinematic visuals and how the style is a time capsule of early 2000 anime (muted color palette, gothic aesthetic, white gradient lighting) I’m not that invested with DN as a whole, the Yotsuba arc being the weakest with forgettable side villains (seriously, how often do you hear anyone mention the Yostuba members besides occasionally Higuchi?) and a section that dragged on longer than it should have. Rem being the one to kill L also ruined the point of this whole battle of wits DN was building up if Light can simply make a fucking shinigami do the work. It’s fine though, L’s passing means BEST BOY NEAR has now entered the picture.

Only Near can have soulless eyes and still be cutest thing alive. He actually fits well with the gothic visual design of DN in subtle ways- It’s those black eyes that stare right into your soul, his ghostly appearance, playing with creepy toys/finger puppets/L’s mask, and smiling like a psychopath out of nowhere in some scenes, hilariously contrasting his usual stoic demeanor. 

Onto headcanons:

Near

can be more sensitive than he lets on, he’s just good at hiding it. 

avoids eye contact unless it’s with someone he trusts.

enjoys visual stimulation such as the flickering of holiday lights, rain drops on a window, colorful contraptions performing in a loop or predictable pattern like a toy train driving in circles or a spinning windmill (I sketched something for this).

round pudgy Near >>>> generic skinny anime girl Near. I get why some imagine him skinny since he barely....moves. but a lil bit of chub fits his character design better. Plus there’s already plenty of skinny bitches in DN so it’s more fun to see some variety (long-haired Near is an exception bc he lost all his baby fat by then).

has a rather big capacity to hate or look down on someone, shown by his opinions on Kira, the president, Takada, etc. It’s visually amplified in the anime where he constantly looks like an angry kitten. 

smug brat

the giant common room at Wammy’s House is also Near’s playroom and there are days when everyone needs to clear out so he can play amongst 1000000000000000+ legos. 

his reaction came off as cold during the announcement of L’s death, but I imagine he didn’t exactly know how to express his grief at the moment. You even see a nonverbal display of his upset in canon when he spills his puzzle pieces on the floor. The first emotion he felt was anger towards L. The hero he respected was supposed to be unbeatable. L promised he’d win. It’s not until Near’s alone in his room that he breaks down. 

this one’s not a headcanon, but I love the fact that he's literally the only main character who survived. And on top of that, a breaker of the white-haired-anime-character-dies trope. What a king. Big win for autism. 

has extremely low pain tolerance. One little splinter to the finger and he’s done. 

Creepy nightmare fuel L is best L. 

L

can play the piano and sometimes does it during his Wammy House visits. 

has 0 interest in romantic relations. He doesn’t even express interest in making friends. He’s shown only ever focused on crime solving and is content with it. Other than that, I can only see him as a top. He’s prideful, hates losing any ounce of control, and isn’t the type to let his guard down.

L understands Near best. Everything about them looks like they’d be on the same wavelength. They can communicate and tell what the other’s thinking with a glance. No words needed.

so dependent on sweets that he can’t function without it, almost like an addict. If he doesn’t get his daily sugar, he becomes distressed and easily irritated.

Speaking of addiction, I doubt he’s the type to use drugs (though he certainly would have easy access), but maybe he’d save it for rare occasions when he needs to truly wind down and turn off his mind especially after an exhausting case.

is impatient and less cooperative when working with others as opposed to Near. (canon actually, just an observation.) 

like Near, L is also sensitive to noise and dislikes being around loud people/environments, but he’ll tolerate it if it’s necessary.

unlike Near, L has a much higher pain tolerance. He took a punch to the face several times and didn’t even flinch. If something did hurt, he’d under react simply saying: “ow.” with the same stoic face. 

Yeah I know that’s Misa’s eye but there’s no official anime screencap for B so fuck it that’s him with mascara. 

Beyond Birthday

if Another Note ever got an anime adaption, Akira Ishida would be the  ideal voice for B. Just listen to these clips. I can’t find anyone else more perfect for the role. A soft yet menacing tone, constantly scheming.

I know there’s BxL fanfics out there, but it’s hard to see B ever wanting him. If anything, I’m more convinced that B loathes L, what he represents, and how he’s idolized by the kids at Wammy’s House, you know, an institution that grooms orphans to become L’s successor.

B is also often depicted as a top but we all know he’s true bottom because what edgy tryhard says out loud: “I’m a top, an aggressive top (guys i swear i’m a top look at me lick this knife i’m so evil)” -B 

he’s a few years younger than L. 

was close friends with A. A’s death was the final straw that pushed B to leave Wammy’s House.

B is Californian, more specifically from L.A. What better location to scheme complex murders than in a place you’re well familiar with?  

he had eyebrows, but shaved them off for his L disguise. 

[timaeusterrored]

(Dancing in Dominula Village)

((Finally bringing the Elden Ring world to life with a story of Venus, Link, and Jonas, three nomadic brothers finding an all too familiar village))

The three brothers had been wandering since the Lift, the second oldest hellbent on finding the man call Goldmask. The youngest could not care less, haven taken the darker path of Blood and Blasphemy. And the Eldest was trying his hardest to keep the three together, being apart was what had changed their little brother for the worst.

“Hold.” Jonas grabbed Venus by the back of their armor and yanked him back, making the three bend down. “Up ahead…”

The three stared ahead at the rather… strange sighting ahead of them. Women dancing in festive garb, laughing and spinning to their hearts content. Unbothered of the despair and chaos around them. The area was decorated with beautiful pink flowers that Venus struggled to identify off the top of their head, but he didn’t trust them one bit.

“Are they… do you think they’re dangerous?” Venus whispered, looking at his two oldest brothers.

“Probably, everything around here is. We’re getting closer to the Capital.” Link, the wisest of the three, whispered back, keeping a grip on Venus’s arm.

The three inched closer, the laughing getting louder as they moved up the hill, readying for battle. But the women paid them no mind, dancing and laughing in the flower. In the middle of the circle was a bonfire, cooking a poor nobleman that probably hadn’t seen that coming-

“VENUS MOVE!” Jonas grabbed the warrior and threw him back as an explosion of fire nearly took him out right there. “Did you not here me?!” Jonas pulled him up and dusted them off despite his rather hostile out burst of anger.

“I… I know this place.” Venus whispered, watching the women sing and dance. “Mother used to be one of these women.”

Link had destroyed any of the remaining explosive threats, and tossed Venus the nobleman’s clothes, stating it seeming to be his style. He hadn’t heard what Venus said.

“They are celebrating. This is a summer festival… the garb they wear are festival attire. But something’s terribly wrong. The flowers are poisonous, but not deadly. They can cause hallucinations, but I can’t remember the name. I’ll have to look when we get back to the Hold.

As for the windmills, they’re could have also been something in the grain they ate to cause them to act like this. Perhaps a plague of some sort? I’m unsure of that… but mother was here. I can sense it.”

Link was clearly beginning to get antsy just standing in a circle of dancing ladies on the brink of insanity. His hand rested on his blade. Jonas, however, was puzzled.

“Mother? What in the name of the stars are you talking about? We have no mother.”

“Someone had to birth us, yes? I can feel it, in my heart, that she was here… a dancing maiden-“

“This is wonderful and all but I’d rather not just stand here and discuss this. I’m uncomfortable and would rather discuss this when we have more answers.” Which was just Link’s way of saying he was done and wanted to leave.

The three had traveled a bit further, finding more in the village but had been quickly overwhelmed despite the three of them. They headed back to the Roundtable Hold to regroup and for Venus to study before it drove him to madness trying to think.

“A cult of dancing women huh? Why does that make so much sense for you?” Venus looked up from his book, a rather exhausted looking Vax walking in with a plate of fire warmed bread with cheese over the top.

“Whatever do you mean, my light?” Venus pouted, putting their book down and happily taking the plate. He took a big bit as Vax sat in the chair next to them, looking into the fire.

“Are you alright, love?” Venus put the plate down on the table and watched his lover’s face.

“I’ve worried Kerry I think, I got a bit to excited to eat a dragon heart.”

“I don’t believe you’re supposed to do that.”

Vax nodded, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“We found a church instead, somewhere I can give the hearts too instead. Easier and less fatty.” Venus made a face and shook his head. “Anyway, tell me more of this summer festival.”

“I believe it’s either a non-deadly plague, or perhaps a hallucinogenic flower that’s caused the mass destruction. I’ve read more on the village from Gideon’s library and saw they are… violent. A ritual was basically happening- did Link tell you I nearly got blown up?”

Vax nodded, getting up to move. Venus frowned, thinking he was leaving before he was picked up as well, then set back into Vax’s lap as the man sat down. Venus smiled at him, beginning to play with his hair as he talked.

“Anyway, they also had windmills, which lead me to believe there could have also been something in the grain to cause them to act this way. I still can’t find the flower though… but that’s what I’m looking for now.”

Vax listened to every word, rubbing Venus’s side as he talked. The two were still stuck on how Venus could possibly know their mother was there once… but it just made sense.

[theminecraftbee]

[image ID: a large knot of create farms on a vault cobblestone platform. my ugly windmill spins above them. /end ID]

also the windmill produces SO MUCH stress capacity that i've been able to just keep on adding on more machines as i need them. most recently: a very slow lava farm + storage and a device to automate grabbing liquid honey from my bee pen + storage. and like, i'm pretty sure i could still add a TON more devices and/or at least double the speed of everything if i make a rotational speed controller and be fine.

also man create is MAYBE making my computer lag out a little a lot but it really does just look. so good when you make farms with it. like this looks like a steampunk factory alright great job

[witchycatwife]

Moon dragons (although some argue that they might be some manner of aerial jellyfish instead) are large, relatively spherical creatures that float high in the sky in some parts of the world, looking a bit like the moon does in daylight, but a lot smaller. They are out of reach of all weapons except the highest-quality lensguns. It is unknown if corpses have ever been recovered.

Wind dragons are large flying dragons with somewhat small wings for their size, active only during the day. When light shines through their wings it produces a repelling force on the airstream on the opposite side. There are fairly well-documented records of ships with dragon wings for sails, or windmills that could spin in still air, but nowadays wind dragons are practically hunted to extinction in the Pelagian region and rarely encountered. They prey on megafauna that has also been driven from many areas.

Fell dragons are a strange beast, unharmed by silver unlike most dragons, known to eat almost anything they can chew and swallow including grass, dirt, or water. In addition, they eat small quantities of more normal foods. It's widely accepted that they take sustenance in the form of mana which they convert to work in some manner. The process shuts down as the dragon dies, and nobody knows how exactly it works; because there are no identifiable sigils left in fell dragon corpses, the process is believed to potentially involve some manner of animal sorcery within the body. Fell dragons often live in areas with little available nutrition.

[sexhaver]

idk if you care about the megapope thing but i found it really shocking that a lot of backlash came from leftists in vaguely the same tumblr spiders web of users, painting him as an unstable wreck conducting “psychosexual rants” amongst other things. it seems odd that people so devoted to both hyper obtuse trolling as a sense of humour and also some vague notion of intellectualism as a core tenet would be so outrageously blinded and upset by him ribbing on embarrasing horny posts and celebrate his deletion. hounded to suicide by a crowd of uwus who say “yo, dude,” inauthentically when theyre extremely mad.

your tone here makes you sound like you've already come to a conclusion so ill just offer a few counterpoints:

not sure why the leftist part is relevant or surprising. the chunk of this site's users who engage with the kind of posts megapope was commenting on are mostly leftist so you'd expect the majority of any backlash to come from them.

also, do you really think right wingers would take issue with anything he said? if anything they're probably spinning this as "man gets run off of tumblr for calling out sexual deviancy" or some shit.

i don't think he's any more of an "unstable wreck" than any given text poster on this website, but he definitely goes on a lot of really suspiciously detailed rants about niche fetishes and makes a lot of uncharitable assumptions about whoever he's "roasting".

the "hyper-obtuse trolling" point is kind of an interesting one, because if you just read one of his posts in a vacuum it does come across as him doing a bit and the other person getting mad/confused. the thing is, i don't think it was a bit. he kept it up for years on end and never really broke character. even if it was a bit to begin with, it seems like he's Actually Like That now

the main point i saw from people dunking on him after his deletion was that a lot of the posts he ragged on for being "embarrassing[ly] horny" just. weren't. dude was tilting at windmills, except instead of windmills they were furry cocks.

even if they were horny posts, so what? at a certain point it becomes more embarrassing that you're somehow finding and reblogging those posts and dumping suspiciously detailed fetish info on them than any kind of embarrassment you're inflicting on the people making those posts.

also, going to Tumblr and complaining about how it's full of sexual deviants is like calling the ocean "shark infested". it's not an infestation; that is their home.

im not even going to comment on your characterization of deleting one's blog as "suicide"

honestly, based on how little this guy has cared about public backlash in the past, i kind of doubt he deleted to avoid hate. i like to imagine that the backlash prompted him to do some introspection and realize that he should maybe be less fundamentally and openly bitter and that deleting his blog was the best outcome for all parties involved, and in a few years he'll look back on how he acted and cringe. this is almost certainly not the case, but i can dream.

[remixunderdacover]

So… this is my first post. I’m new on here so umm I’m a TMNT fan. Anyways here goes nothing!

Mis spelled words

First time writer

Leo X FemReader

You where currently in the lair scrolling through TikTok on your phone trying to think of a way to ask Leo if you could sparr with him.

You peaked your head over your shoulder looking at Leo. "Hey Leo you got any social media accounts?" The blue banded turtle looked at you from the chair he is sitting in. "No not exactly"

"Ok no big deal just wondering" You look back at your phone as Leo comes to sit next to you. "You got an account? What do you post?"

Leo looks at your phone just watching you scroll through your FYP. "I don’t really post but when I do it’s just stuff with my friends" You click on your home bottom showing him your few videos on your account.

He just nods his head looking at what you show him. "Um Leo would it be ok if… I sparred with you?" You do your famous lip bit as you fiddle with your hands waiting for his response. "Yeah sure. I mean I don’t have an issue with it, just make sure your ready when you wanna." He rubbed his hands over his shorts before he looked back up at you.

You look at your phone checking the time as it read 6:03 pm. "Ok imma go to my apartment and change real quick then I’ll come back and we can sparr." You stand up as you start to walk out of the lair. Leo stayed in his seat. "Alright then I’ll wait for you to get back." You nod as you mark your way out of the lair.

You get to your apartment change into a gray crop top and some light green shorts. "If this is gonna happen more often I need to do shopping and get some really work out clothes."

As you walk back in the lair Leo isn’t in view only leading where you two should be meeting anyways.

You walk in the dojo seeing him stretching. "Ok I know I need to go shopping and get better work out clothes, but I hope this works at lest for today." Leo turned his head to face you as he started his arm stretches he looked you up and down noticing your crop top being a little on the short side and your shorts being a decent shade of green that suited you.

"Your fine for today it won’t bother me." His eyes go up and down again really look at your outfit. "Ya… your fine in that."

You blush a little at his complement for you and at the fact that he was actually checking you out, that was a new thing. Once you both finished your stretches you got into your fighting stance waiting for him to make a move.

"But hey if I hurt you or I get to ruff tell me." He cared, he didn’t wanna hurt you on y’alls first sparring match or any of them. "Ok but I must warn you Leonardo, I don’t go easy" You smirk.

Leo pushes forward with a punch as he comes at you, you push his fist away from you as you move out of the way. Surprised by your first move he continues.

He moves for another punch witch you move out of the way, he goes for a side kick witch you block. You round house him as he backs up. "Your pretty fast on your feet… respect." He nodes his head as he blocks another kick from you.

You duck as he moves with a back fist and a jump. Then you do a windmill kick spinning to go fast at him, that’s when you put your guard down and he pines you down with him being on top of you.

"Ok… I deserve that…" You wheeze bringing a smile on Leo’s face. "You know you should never let your guard down, especially when your fighting a skilled opponent."

"Oh wise leader I’m so sorry." You make a dramatic expression. "Please let me go for I will never make the mistake again…" You laugh at your own joke as Leo does the same.

You both make eye contact as Leo watched your e/c eyes watch his with the same movements as his do. His blue eyes just seem to light up at times this being one of them, you almost felt like those eyes of his could just take you to a calm place just as you where right now watching them.

That was until he spoke. "Can I kiss you?" You froze knowing what he said was not from a dream but real. "Oh! Uh… y- ya." He slowly leaned down ever so gently touching his lips to yours. *His hands loosen from your wrists allowing you to slid your hands to his biceps. He slowly sit up gently holding your face with his right hand pulling you up with him as he takes another kiss, now sitting up right he brings you in close pressing his chest to yours as he presses into the kiss a bit more.

As the kiss slowly parts Leo looks at you and those pretty e/c eyes of yours.

"Not a bad way to end a training session" I get a cocky grin on my face.

Leo shakes his head smiling "No it most definitely is not"

[reallivewire]

Hi it's @theskiesofvenus 's boy meeting one of mine again you already know what's going on!!! Shit boy

The wind of three years later and three years younger whistles through Nick's ears and he panics right up until his back meets the water with a loud crack.

Oh fuck. He can't swim.

Not too well, anyway, as he tries desperately to reach for the surface.

Where the fuck is he? Why is he in a - is this a pool, or a lake? By goodness he hopes it's not the ocean -

His lungs are burning. Nick is just about ready to pass out when a strong pair of hands grasp his and pull him from the water and up and out into the open air.

"Oh fuck - thank you," Nick chokes and splutters. He shakes the water out of his hair; for once a little miffed by the thickness of it. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't - "

{Strange man in a strange land. Falls from brother's hell to my hand. Speaks with a strange voice from a stranger's face. Here one minute, the next gone without a trace.}

Nick clicks his hanging mouth shut. He tilts his head back.

"Excuse me?"

Another Shape stands before him. Its eyes are wide and bright, and it tilts its head sideways in curiosity.

{Excuse me?} The odd new Shape repeats.

"Oh, well that's just fucking great," Nick says faintly.

{That's just fucking great,} the Shape repeats mockingly, and Nick swears as it lurches forward and back, pulling Nick by the strong grasp it still has on his hands and pirouetting him around like some childhood toy.

{Could be friends. Not this time. Not when you curse me, all out of rhyme.}

"Put me down, please, Michael," Nick says tiredly, and the Shape huffs, spinning to a stop.

"Now I only heard briefly about Giant but, I don't think that's you," Nick starts to say once the Shape sets him down on the concrete. He smooths back his wet hair, suddenly exhausted. "So which - "

The Shape leans in, seemingly to hug him. Nick automatically brings his arms up to return the embrace - such a thing was rare even for his own Michael, after all, and he has to latch onto each moment as they come or else make them even rarer and honestly, even this rare moment of a rare moment feels a little more like normal than anything else that has happened so far this morning-evening-night - and that's when the Shape's head deattaches, rolling right off its neck and falling forward right into Nick's readied hands.

It blinks up at him expectantly.

"Oh what the fuck," Nick yelps, unthinkingly tossing the severed head up in the air in sheer terror and disgust. 

{Rude bitch!} The broken Shape accuses, as the headless body goes blindly scrambling to catch its falling head. 

Nick goes to argue, but. Well. Defending his pride and dignity seems a bit… moot, now that he is standing back and just watching the headless body of a man he knows but doesn't Know windmill one of its arms to keep from falling over, the other holding its bodiless head, tucked up into and against its side.

"Do you… need any help?" Nick eventually ventures.

{Stranger is a stranger. No Giant friend of ours,} the headless Shape says. It sounds vaguely like a warning.

Nick stays well back as the headless Shape reattaches its head with a slick, sickening sound. And then the Shape is no longer headless. And it turns towards him, eyes just as wide and as bright as before it quite literally lost its head.

"Does that happen often?" Nick has to ask.

The Shape laughs. It sounds hysterical. Pained.

{Why does the stranger care? Why does the - the - when a stranger calls, is it because a stranger cares? Or should the babysitter just. Check. The children?}

"I don't know what that's referencing," Nick says slowly.

{Of course you don't,} the Shape snaps. It sways dangerously, listing back and forth on its feet. {That was a whole year - this stranger doesn't know anything I'm saying at all.}

The Shape whirls around. Nick curses violently under his breath, hurrying forward just in case of another unfortunate accident.

The Shape just looks at him.

{Strange man in this Shape's land,} it mutters, shaking its dangerously unstable head and turning away, stalking away to the dozens upon dozens of jack o' lanterns lining the abandoned gymnasium.

"Can you at least tell me who you are?" Nick asks, as the broken Shape picks up one of its many creations and gets to picking at it, humming lowly. Nick sighs. "Since you seem to know where I came from, if at least not my name."

The Shape hesitates. Its hands, stuck in a state of decay, still momentarily inside the pumpkin's guts. The Shape blinks, eyes dark yet glittering behind the mask, and it looks up at Nick with what almost seems to be fear.

{This Broken Shape is a Ghost,} the Shape says finally. It breathes in sharply, cold and unnatural and rattling against the ivory bars of its ribcage. {Grim grinning Ghost. Resident Dullahan, resident ghoul… resident babbling idiot.}

Nick frowns, opening his mouth to speak -

Ghost throws the jack o' lantern to the floor, lifting his right leg and crushing the pumpkin beneath his boot, over and over again in a right state of upset and fury.

{And they left me! They left this Broken Shape behind! These universes made a place for broken things, but some things can't be fixed! And they left me, because I, this Shape, this Broken fucking excuse for a Shape, is not! Fucking! Fixable!}

Nick watches, stunned speechless, as Ghost knocks creation upon dearly beloved creation to the hard concrete floor with wide sweeping arcs of his arms, spitting and swearing and crying murky tears from eyes half-clouded by the all-consuming process of being dead.

Ghost collapses to his knees in the muck, bracing his head in his hands and howling.

{I just want Laurie back.}

Nick cautiously approaches, outstretched hand landing on the Broken Shape's trembling shoulder and squeezing when no resistance is met.

Ghost shudders.

{I just want my sister back.}

Nick swallows uncomfortably. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, questioning. Gentle.

"Laurie Strode is your sister?

Ghost shudders. Ghost shudders, and shudders, and shudders until the shuddering turns from distress into that high, hysterical laughter.

{She is all of ours. All of ours… save for the Old Man.}

Nick wonders what that means for Thorn. 

{And she cut off my head with an axe,} Ghost says, mental voice musing and amused. He lifts his head, milky dark gaze looking Nick dead in the eye. {She cut off my head with an axe and left me behind and the universes left me behind and my so-called friends left me behind. But now you're here.}

Nick stumbles back as Ghost abruptly pushes himself to his feet; noticeably smaller than Thorn yet still terrifying standing among the pulpy remains of his rage, figure vantablack against the flickering lights of those grim, grinning faces he had not yet destroyed in the otherwise pitch darkness of the abandoned gymnasium.

{Now you're here,} Ghost rasps, and his skeletal fingers unfurl, reaching for Nick's collar and shaking violently. Blood oozes from the massive cut in his neck and Nick can sense it when he grins behind the mask, all rotted gums and cracking teeth. {And there's an eternity of time to spend together in death.}

"I think I'd rather just go now," Nick says casually enough instead, and Ghost screeches as Nick turns tail and runs, feet and heart and head pounding as he makes desperately for the door.

{This could have been an ending for me,} Ghost's mental voice calls as Nick barrels over into the darkness outside. He sounds as wistful as he does angry. {But as I am now, this is nothing but a future that could never be.}

"That's great," Nick says breathlessly. He chooses a direction at random and books it, as hard as he can.

The land keeps changing around him. Nick squints against the rippling in reality and keeps running.

Somewhere in the distance, a helicopter falls out of the sky, disappearing before it can hit the ground.

{Trial by fire, above and below me. Somehow, I would always end up in two pieces,} Ghost drawls, and Nick registers just what the rising volume in his head means just as Ghost comes flying at him from the side, hands outstretched with the intention to drown.

Nurse and not-patient go tumbling down a hill Nick is certain did not exist just a moment ago, and he flails and struggles and panics and manages to kick out at this Michael who is not his Michael and strike him dead centre in his spiked forehead.

Blood and dead flesh splatter across Nick's face as Ghost is decapitated for the second time in only so many minutes. Nick gags right as his back slams against a tree, and smoke and fire from a crashed, burning ambulance fills the air just as Ghost's headless, blindly stalking body fills Nick's vision. 

{This world will never know what peace is,} the Broken Shape swears, and it wraps decaying hands around Nick's straining throat all the same, strangling and suffocating and squeezing tight. 

{No-one gets to leave me anymore.}

"I pity you," Nick manages to gasp.

The skeletal grip goes slack at the sudden admission. A half-dozen living heartbeats pass in bewildered torment before it hardens again.

{Why? WHY? STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. YOU ARE SO STUPID. STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUPID!}

Nick struggles against the hysterical hatred determined to choke him to his death. He struggles until he passes out. 

And out of this world, into another.

Here one minute, the next gone without a trace.