#fully in line with canon)

[starlingfawn]

send me back in time and i'll bring us back in line

[myfairkatiecat]

so so so very important to me how neal has a very distinct moral compass it just doesn't allign exactly with what's legal

he has a conscience, a sense of right and wrong, and plenty of capacity for guilt, it's just that his "right" and "wrong" don't perfectly overlap with "legal" and "illegal"

[joanjehanne]

i'll figure out a monster john design so help me god

[sysig]

How far did you get? (Patreon)

[pandaragons]

My wtnv designs (part 2/3) or more accurately, my desert bluffs designs>:3 and headcanons LMAO

[limeinaltime]

anime wow sound

[devilheartsblog]

I’ve seen Duman being manic and Gantlos being his babysitter, but what about this…?

[fire-on-fuel]

the thing about skirata induced daddy issues is that implying their existence isnt even a dunk on kal skirata. it's impossible for kal skirata to occupy a healthy place in nulls' psyche as a father because kal isnt just their father he's used to being their everything and theyre used to it too

[good-beanswrites]

Happy 0203 day ❄️🔥🎉 I don't know if these are specifically meant for ships, but have a little platonic normal au thing I wrote of them hanging out and being silly :3

Yuno narrowed her eyes to study the shirt she was holding up to her unwilling model.

“No.”

She angled her head, undisturbed. “You don’t get any say in this.”

“I get all the say in this – they’re my clothes!”

“And it’s my birthday gift to you. So zzzzzzzzip!” she mimed zipping her lips, though she knew Fuuta was incapable of any such thing. She pulled the shirt away from him. “There’s nothing wrong with this one! It’s cute.”

“That’s exactly what’s wrong with it.”

She thought it would have been harder to convince Fuuta to come along on a mall trip this close to his birthday, but he’d answered her text almost instantly. He said he’d allow her to buy one pair of fancy sunglasses, and only so he’d have something cool to wear once he could take his eyepatch off. That one pair became two, then added clothes to match, then a handful, and now they stood beside a massive stack of items she was considering.

“Just try it~”

Yuno gave him a gentle push towards the dressing room. She could only laugh as he went spewing complaints the whole way in. 

A few minutes went by and she busied herself with sorting the clothes they’d looked at, pairing up tops and bottoms and jackets and scarves. Fuuta would probably tease her for shallowness if she admitted how much she enjoyed activities like this, but there was something about it that just lifted her mood. Shopping trips with her classmates left her feeling a bit hollow, but Fuuta’s wildly honest commentary always made it more fun. 

Right as she was starting to feel a twinge of impatience, he crept out. He was still clutching the shirt and hoodie he’d removed, covering up most of his chest. Yuno eased it out of his hands, leaving him with an expression of utter panic.

“It’s awful.”

“Are you kidding?” She pressed her hand to her cheek. “It’s super fun!”

He was looking less at the new shirt, and more at the people passing by, or checking over his shoulder, or down at the floor. Restless hands tugged at the collar, then the hem. It was certainly more form-fitting than his usual picks. 

As much as Yuno liked the look, she didn’t want the poor guy completely folding in on himself. 

She made a grand swing of her arms, ending in an X. “I like it, but I suppose we’ll add that to the ‘no’ pile.”

“What pile…?”

“I mean, you still have to try these on.” She scooped up the stack of clothes beside her and dropped the whole heavy mess into Fuuta’s arms.

“Eh? Which ones?”

“All of them.”

“All of them? Are you fucking –!”

He tried to protest, but his raising voice caught the attention of some other shoppers. His face burned red and he practically sprinted back inside before he could retrieve his original clothes from Yuno.

She folded them neatly over her arm, no longer excited that it forced him to try something else on.

Had she been too much? She thought this was something fun for him, but he was genuinely uncomfortable just then. What if, all this time, she’d only been projecting her own enjoyment onto their outing? Her stomach sank. She knew he took up her invitation so quickly because he didn’t have any other plans. She’d completely taken advantage of his loneliness – dragging him out here just for her to have a blast while he had no other option.

His phone buzzed from the hoodie pocket. 

He still hadn’t come out of the dressing room. So, he really was that uncomfortable. She bowed her head at her selfishness. They’d go right home, once he returned. 

His phone kept buzzing. Yuno glanced down in its direction.

She was never one to poke her nose where it didn’t belong. In her defense, this wasn’t a good sign given Fuuta’s history. She fished it out of the pocket, promising herself just one peek, for his own good.

A groupchat was firing off notifications.

@ fuuta where are you?

he said he was ditching, remember?

are you serious?

Broooo I thought he was kidding…

He’s out with a girl FR? No way, I still think he’s lying

you know you forfeit your spot if youre not here when we start the tournament

He was so hyped for this 💀 

must be quite the girl, huh

cmon man, we need you!

I can’t believe he’s finally touching grass 🙏

TRUE

happy for you man

“Is that my phone?”

Yuno nearly dropped it in surprise. “I – uh, it was going off, and –”

“Sorry.” He snatched it away without even glancing at the screen. “So?”

“So…?” Her heart raced with the panic of getting caught. He looked at her like she’d gone insane.

“What do you think of this thing?” He gestured to the new shirt he’d put on. “This was all your idea, but if you don’t want to be here as much as I don’t, we can –”

“No.” Her face broke into a smile. She exhaled. “No, I’m really glad we’re here.”

He blinked at the sudden warmth in her voice. “O-okay.”

“And I think it looks perfect. Really suits you~” It made sense he’d pick this one next; it sat right within his usual style. “Ooh, ooh! Why don’t we keep alternating things in your comfort zone! That would definitely help.” 

“Or we could just buy this one and be done with it.”

She kept her expression neutral. “Do you have somewhere else to be?”

His face was obscured as he headed back to the dressing room. “I wish,” he spat, “but I’m fucking stuck with you.”

Yuno couldn’t help it as her smile spread even wider. 

She called after him, “hey, try on that colorblock one next.” 

“Ugh. It’s ugly. And asymmetric.”

“So’s your face. Put it on.”

“Oi!”

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this really stupid idea in my head that im frankly a little obsessed with and the idea is this: trent crimm doing a drunk history episode on ted lasso's first tenure at richmond. is that how drunk history works? i don't think so. do i care? absolutely not. it's a special episode who cares because this image is not only hysterical to me but treasured. i treasure this image. i hold it close in my heart and also laugh and laugh and laugh.

[dynamitekansai]

THE USOS REUNITE WWE SMACKDOWN (OCTOBER 25, 2024)

[sashthesloth]

Finished veilguard, I finally will go on the tag as a treat because those last 4 hours put me through so much....

[wikagirl]

do we get different dialog depending in how far we progessed in the story in the new patch?

I have the story completed and both miracle outfits done, the seer and nikki talked about ena and things that happened in the og game intro and tutorial so it didn‘t feel like a retcon to me.

Also I thought the new tutorial they give us is just because they reworked the UI?

can someone please fact check me on this? do we get different dialog with the seer depending on if we finished the main story or did the og tutorial?

[sharffffff]

Every moment that passed, every second that was spent looking at 4C, at his carefree smile, listening to his cheerful laughter and discussions of tomorrow was like torture to Sty. He couldn't believe that slime would talk so casually about abandoning him, abandoning all of the pirates, his newfound family, and taking his life just for what? For some sick joke? Some excuse at entertainment? Just to be a ghost and have a chance to come back - a chance so impossibly slim that it would be a miracle? Why, why couldn't he just stay alive? Why couldn't he stay with them, keep building the ship, keep with their plans, keep with their team - and not do some stupid trick which would end with dying in the most dumb way possible? Why would he treat death as a joke and not something serious, not something final, not something Sty could not see him go through? Why couldn't he just… hear him out? Why couldn't he listen to what other people tried telling him, for once? Why couldn't he understand just how much he would be missed?

No matter how much Sty kept asking 4C to rethink it, to please not die, to please stay alive - for pirates, for him, - that he wouldn't be able to keep going with 4C gone for good, the blue slime kept dismissing it with a laugh or a smile or just silence. And hell, Sty wanted to hate him for that so much. It would be easier to see him die if he hated him - at least it wouldn't be so painful, at least it wouldn’t be so devastating, at least it would fail to ruin Sty’s life when 4C’s plan to end his own is done. But hate never came. Sty cared too much about every pirate, and he cared too much about 4C to ever be able to hate him, and he hated his inability to hate. What wouldn't he give to make 4C change his course, and he refused to believe that he would actually follow through with his plans. Sty refused to believe, but he knew it would happen. And it hurt the most, that his closest friend wouldn't try living even if it meant hurting everyone who ever cared about him. All for some bit, just to end this arc of his life with a bang. God, he wanted to hate him so much.

What hurt even more was others starting to accept 4C’s death before he even did it. Luanne stopped trying to persuade him to live, Apo encouraged him to make the death more entertaining, even Lincu helped 4C prepare for his final deeds - and Sty couldn't understand why. Why, why would they ever accept him dooming himself? Why would they allow him to go through with this stupid plan? Sty didn't get it, Sty hated not getting it, and Sty hated the very idea that 4C might be gone in just a few days. He couldn't bear the thought of seeing him gone. God, it hurt so much.

“Why do you have to go? Why do you have to leave me?” Sty’s voice was shaking as he asked this question. It wasn't the first time he had asked it, but as both of them looked towards the sun rising over their cove, he felt like 4C would answer truthfully, for once.

4C turned away from the rising sun after a long second, taking a look at Sty, as if seeing him for the first time in a while, and tilted his head slightly, as if thinking over the answer. Usually he just answered with a quip without a second thought, so him pausing only confirmed Sty’s worst fears - it was close. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow - but 4C was going to do it soon. It was terrifying to realize this fact.

“Death is inevitable,” he shrugged, “especially in a world such as this. Would I really be experiencing it fully if I hadn't become a ghost at least once? If I hadn't died at least once? I died before, in other worlds, but never a death as final as this. And I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't die in such a world. Too much wasted potential.”

As rational as 4C tried to sound, it didn't make sense to Sty. Nothing about this made sense, and it only made Sty more mad. What other worlds? What death that wasn't as final? He tried to understand, he tried to at least pretend to understand, because he felt like 4C wasn't lying, but it just wasn't making sense, and it was making Sty desperate.

“But why? Why now? Why so soon? Why can't you wait until this world is close to its doom? You could still be a ghost then, but stay with us for that much longer! Please, 4C. Please don't die.” Sty saw 4C flinch a little at him asking him to stay alive, but as much as he regretted it when the slime had finally opened up, he really didn't want to lose him. He couldn't bear losing him.

“It's easier to die early on. Less things weighing you down, more chances to come back. To experience everything, I would have to experience revival - and the sooner I die, the more chances I’ll get, isn't it right?” 4C smiled, and for the first time in a while, this smile actually brought some relief to Sty. He wasn't planning to just die. He was planning to come back. He would be back. He would be back! He had to be back. Sty needed him to do everything in his power to come back - he needed him back at all and any cost. But he wasn't planning to stay a ghost forever! This was the best thing Sty could've heard from this conversation - because he knew he wasn't going to ever hear 4C changing his mind.

“You have to promise to come back. Please, promise me. Promise you will come back.” Sty grabbed 4C’s shoulders and turned him towards him, staring right into the slime’s unblinking black inkpools of the eyes as he said that. He wasn't going to let go until he got that promise, and his desperate grip onto 4C’s arms made it very clear.

“Sty, I promise. Once I’m ready, I will do everything in my power to come back. Whatever it takes.” 4C nodded and got out of Sty’s grasp, before letting out a brief laugh and patting Sty on the head - something he knew Sty hated, but for whatever reason he was okay with it right now. It could be the last time 4C has a chance to do it, and there was something comforting about it. “I promise I’ll come back.”

Sty sighed heavily, but the burden on his heart felt lighter. Maybe this wasn't the end of the world. Maybe things would turn for the better, once 4C decides to come back. Maybe having to watch his best friend die in front of his eyes would be just a tinge less devastating than before.

But patting on the head had to stop. It started becoming annoying again, and Sty knew just the way to retaliate - pat him back. “Oh, you better come back!” He exclaimed, letting his hand tousle the slime’s “hair”, instantly starting a usual playfight. Everything was back to normal - but a tinge of sadness lingered in the air.

The performance was more torturous than Sty ever expected, and each time 4C got hurt, he flinched more and more, feeling something snap inside him every time. He had a plan for this performance, because despite their conversation, Sty wasn't going to let 4C just end his own life like that. No, no, he would still let him die - he knew there was no stopping this slime once he started, and he believed in his promise to find a way to come back - but he wasn't going to let some random dolphin or, even worse, a cactus, claim 4C’s life. If 4C was going to die, it would only happen one way - by his hand, by his dagger taking the last of his life, with 4C’s death tainting Sty forever, linking them together through the bond of the killer and the killed. 4C would die, and Sty’s emblem would turn yellow, and that was that.

And so Sty waited, and waited, and calculated each bit of damage 4C took, waiting for his moment to enter the stage. He hid behind the curtains, waiting for the slime to jump out towards the cactus to take that final blow - but instead 4C found Sty and his dagger, digging straight into 4C’s heart. The look of surprise and shock on the slime’s face quickly gave way to a wide grin, and he sank deeper onto the dagger, deeper into Sty’s hands, life quickly draining from his eyes. His last breath, his last words were so quiet, Sty thought he had imagined them, but they kept ringing in his ears as the blood dripped down the dagger’s hilt and down his arms, coating his clothes in dark blue and his emblem slowly turning bright yellow, like the shining sun.

Sty kept clutching onto the knife and onto 4C’s body as others tried to pry them from his hands, still trying to fully process what he had just done. He didn know why he had done it, he didn't know what came over him, but he knew it had to be him. And yet 4C’s words kept ringing in his mind, as loud now as quiet they were when he said them.

“I knew you had it in you.”

[grossdyke]

genuinely kind of insane that grindeldore never got the wolfstar treatment

[goodknightsweetcookie]

Being a vet cr fan is not for the weak what do you MEAN there’s so little content for my ships now??? Mintrock??? Djlemon??? Prinstachio??? Darkwhip??? Definitely others??? Fireknight is KINDA a live but not a lot…