#dunno dunno… idk I love them so much

[shepscapades]

[dbhc flavored] Hermit a Day May: Day 14 — Doc!

Featuring both a current-day s10 doc and a verrry early s8 post-deviant doc! :]

[moongothic]

You know, I would love it if we could see Mihawk just. Get slightly fucked up by someone, have his sword stolen and watch him figure out how to fight with some random ass sword instead

I just think. It'd be neat.

Like we kinda know how The World's Greatest Swordsman fights with his itty bitty knife, we know what kind of damage he can do with his iconic Yoru

I just think it'd be fun to see him fight with a regular katana and try to get his stolen sword back or summin' IDK

[anxiousosaurus]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darius Bowman/Ben Pincus Characters: Ben Pincus, Darius Bowman Additional Tags: Raptors, Future Fic, Dorks in Love Summary:

Ben calls Darius early in the morning to help him figure out what's going on with a sick raptor.

Day 14-15 (favorite ship) for the Chaos Theory countdown! 

[theloveinc]

barbarian!bakugo + buying apples. you’ll notice I didn’t put any work into this making it more … fantasy-like. And that’s bc… I still couldn’t figure out how😞

(warning: misogyny, you are described as a maiden / dress wearing, you have a pa, world building sucks, bakugo … doesn’t talk)

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Being the only maiden on one of barbarian!Bakugo’s cross country journeys. I’m not sure yet how or why you’re there, but I’d say he’s traveling and one of his fellow clansmen took you as a prize, or maybe you just hitched a ride on their cart yourself.

But they stop in a small village one day, parking their horses at the edge of a town square of cobblestone and brick, merchant booths surrounding the small shops: of butchers and farmers and fishermen and traders, all rowdy and beaming as they show off their wares.

The men split up (the one with green hair in a leather vest declaring he needs a blacksmith, the lanky one with dark bangs in the direction of new snare wire), though the bulky blonde one (the one in thick furs and pelts who’s never really spoken to you) stays around, picking at the shiny, pink apples of a booth quite close to where the cart you sit on in boredom is parked.

“Five gold for a sack, sir” the man behind the creaky, wooden stand says. He’s stout, thin-haired and wrinkly, all his years in the sun selling fruit showing proudly on his tanned skin. He gestures to the wide array of fruits, each like a piece of candy he wants to show off.

Bakugo (you think his name his, or rather, that’s how he was introduced to you by the redhead with unnaturally sharp teeth, biggest of the group) glances up, frown thin and tense and blood red eyes narrowed. His shoulders shift, the muscles of his exposed stomach rippling as he breathes, the smooth skin of his forehead pinching as if he’s calculating a sale just as he would any other battle or raid.

The sign next to both the men clearly states that apples are two gold a sack. Pears are three, plums are one. “But I’ll give you a deal for four gold,” the man continues.

The blonde ponders, inspecting the apples diligently as if they could be poison, or a waste of a trade. His eyes narrow slightly, lips pursing, and you realize, in his reaching for coin, the intuition he so usually takes pride in (saving the men once from a brutal hound attack, and you, too, another time when a swamp dweller caught the hem of your trousers) is not there… and that they don’t use the same alphabet. Maybe he can’t even… read.

“For two gold,” you call.

Both parties look to you. One set of eyes in an suspicious glare, the other in a tart and angry bitterness. The merchant’s leathery face sinks into a melted frown, his fists clenching as your own hand shields your eyes from the bright sun and hides a protective squint.

“Didn’t your pa ever tell you not to meddle in grown men’s business?” he half-shouts back, the laugh in his voice now tangled with a snarl, downright and plain rude.

“The sign says two,” swinging off your seat, you smooth down your simple frock as you point to the wooden board stained with charcoal that’s hung up next to him. “One sack of apples for two gold.”

Bakugo’s eyebrows raise for the briefest of seconds, then fall in another glare as his hand drops from where he holds his coin (in small, canvas bag tied to his belt with thin, leather cord. It sags against his hip, his pants dipping and uncovering a v-line that descends further into a region you’ve only seen once; at a bathing river in the hills, the bare curve and marks of your own hips exposed—)

“Don’t know where you picked up letters, missy,” the merchant scoffs. “Reading is men’s work.”

You approach the barbarian’s side, his head (messy with hair) tilted towards you as he watches on in silence. From the pocket of your dress, you take out two gold of your own and flick them on the table before you.

“My pa taught me how.”

Then you take Bakugo’s hand (thick and rough and hard to hold) in one of yours and march right back to the horses and cart. Bag of sweet, pink apples in the other.

[estbela]

i'll be frank, unless I do actually go through with making my own story about personified nations I doubt I'm ever truly leaving the hetalia fandom. I suppose there will be periods where I'll be less into it and focus on other things, but at the end of the day I am much too fond of these characters (or well, the versions of these characters that I have in my head) and the concept in general(tbh i simply just love history). I love the OCs I have made because of Hetalia as well, althought I'll definitely take them with me wherever I shall go (I'll also take my characterization of some characters as well).

[front-facing-pokemon]

[franeridan]

weird incomprehensible dunmeshi post of the day but I was thinking about that one comic about marcille joining a support group for ex dungeon masters and mithrun saying that it's normal for them to miss the demon despite it all since there's no love as kind as the demon's love, and I was thinking about thistle and how they were able to keep their mistrust for the demon until the very last minute, and how they could seal it for a thousand years without ever thinking about releasing it once - about how you could think the difference between thistle and marcille is that the demon learned from its mistake after thistle and ate marcille's desire to resist first thing, but also about how this isn't applicable for mithrun and yet mithrun never doubted the demon until it was too late, and about how all other masters in the meeting seemed to have been forced to let go of the demon too. About how mithrun says that he and marcille were lucky to have people who loved them enough to fill in for the demon, and about how thistle didn't have that, but their own love for delgal and their desire to protect their people were so overwhelming and all-encompassing that not even the demon could love them enough to make them forget about them? About how all they needed to be really freed of the dungeon and the demon in the end was for delgal to thank them and apologise to them and tell them they could let go. I think mithrun might be right in saying there's no love as gentle as the demon's, but probably it's also true that in the whole story there's no love as powerful as thistle's

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

me after editing the aau prologue for the bajillionth time

[dutybcrne]

HSR verse Kaeya ideas:

Path of Nihility, Element Ice

Fell in stride with that path due to his depression after his conflict with Diluc and belief his fate due to his family's ties to the Abyss Order may be to bring his new homeworld's doom ( in part because of his Father's final words to him ), maintained in growing to find amusement in the impossible and working towards it regardless of the fact

Has every intention to try and defy his so-called fate even still, even knowing all that effort may be for naught in the end. But at least he would like to say he tried

Tends to help people on a whim, without desiring credit for his actions or if it may help them in the long run

His abilities sap the vitality of his enemies, but consume his own when he uses his strongest ability

Due to his family's contract with the Abyss Order, his lifespan is longer than most humanoids, spanning centuries. Though not quite that of a Xianzhou native, like them, his people do still face a terrible curse to become monsters after a time, like many of the Abyss Order.

He is glad his loved ones will never live to see him succumb to it. One way or another.

Though he also secretly harbors the strongest desire to force the Abyss's immortality on them to ensure they can stay with him, and face the same fate. He has to wonder if the slumbering monster in him is to blame for that, or his own attachments

[t0mmy-is-a-fr3ak]

The way I physically need Jim root and/or Mick thomson in my life so bad is terrifying

[darabeatha]

/ Still thinking about that one scene in Paradise Lost where Adam asks Raphael if angels also make love and the text mentions how Raphael is then visibly blushing over the question but basically ends up confirming that yes, angels do that albeit differently, as there's no need of physical contact even, they can simply make that love manifest in a way a person could feel as if it's air entering their lungs

[storfulsten]

lol got a groovy lil guy in the mail the other day

under cut bc random photo spam sorry lol

heck yeah

bonus: cat for scale

yeehaw

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bonus bonus bc why not: went to a con last week for a couple days and it was fun but also a pain but got a couple kinda cool stuff I guess so ye. gloomybear corpse plush for scale just because lol

I never watch anime but I’ve heard good stuff about this one at least for the dub haaa fun stuff

[hells-greatestdad]

// useless rambling in tags abt mun's feelings on smut/spicy stuff in regards to my muses

[angeltism]

gonna be going to bed soon,, goodnight uu silly little beings ily all soo much . snoremimimi

[waloeders]

i gotta go to bed now ahhrgh biting my stupid pillow i should be cuddling my boys we should be in a big pile of warmth n cuddles n love n i should get to hold them every night! every night!!!!

anyway post big odin naturals again! 🙈🤭 gn i hope everyone is well <333

[lockawayknight]

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