#he DREAMT the tattoo in the first place didnt he??

[1980ssunflower]

bwahh miss eddie tbh

[namorslutfanfiction]

ANOTHER BLURB ASK GAME

Send me a number and a character (Rafa, Alejandro, Namor, and Tenoch) and I will write a little blurb. 500words or less tbh.

Please keep it one prompt and one character per ask. But you can request multiple times.

“Want a massage? I've been told that I’m very good with my hands” *gets a pillow thrown at them*

“YOU ASSHOLE” “HEY what did I do” “WHAT DIDNT YOU DO?? I WAS HALF WAY THROUGH AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PRESENTATION and I took my jacket off and the CEO of the company is asking me if I got hurt because I have a bruise on my neck.”

”would it kill you to be gentle?” “if you didn’t want it to hurt, you PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN STABBED IN THE FIRST PLACE”

“I think all the bottles in this bar must be jealous, cause your beauty is the most intoxicating thing in this place.”

"Look, I was just innocently trying to mind my own business and have a drink when an angel walked by and took my breath away. That's you. You're the angel."

I made a promise to protect you. That doesn't change now that I hate you.

What would you have preferred? Drowning or burning? That was all you had left if I hadn't saved you.

You are safe here. I know that you think you have to be the one protecting everyone else. But here, I protect you.

If you turn away, if you walk out of this room, you sign your death sentence. Do not make me kill one who I dreamt of a whole future with.

Did you just moan? He literally just walked in and your first response is to moan?

Why do you still have that? *nervously tries to hide object*

Beg me. Beg me to make you mine.

You have no idea what you do to me? You could have me at your beck and call. Just ask.

I know this isn't what you had planned. But I am happy that it happened.

I would die for you. I would kill for you. Is that not enough?

Look at me. Don't think about any of them. Look at me, my love. Breathe. I am here, I will always be here. No one will hurt you.

Horrific. Honestly, it's just disgusting. I'm not wearing that.

God has favorites and so do I. And guess what you're neither of ours.

I'm really going to need you to stop glowering so loudly. It's giving me a migraine.

You have no sense of self preservation if you have come here to yell at me!

A lot has changed. But one thing that won't is how much I love you.

"Who did this?!" "It's none of your business!" "YOU are my business. Now tell me."

I imagined our reunion being a bit warmer than this.

Did you get a tattoo? Oh God.

Will you hurry up? I haven't got all day to lay here.

If you break my heart I will make your life a living hell. So Don't. :)

Nothing, I was not distracted by your (insert body part here), not at all. You're being weird.

"Is that?" "Yes" "Wait here." "Don't-"

"I know I'm not your first love but let me be your last."

"You can't win against someone who has nothing to lose."

"I'm gonna kiss you, just go with it okay."

"I intend to live forever. So far, so good."

"Obviously you've mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit"

"I'm gonna pack up and go straight to hell now, I guess."

"She knows all my secrets, except one: that I'm in love with her."

"Don't do it, don't lie to me again."

"You aren't cold?" "Why would I be cold?" "Nevermind."

"Fuck you." "if you insist."

"So is this a costume or do you normally look like this?"

"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."

"You're more dangerous than you look."

"Scoot over, you're hogging the bed."

"Run, don't look back. Promise me you won't look back."

"I can't believe you just did that. You actually hit me."

"Blood looks good on you."

"What have you done to me? How did you make me care so much about you?"

"I'm angry, I'm livid, I'm absolutely fucking furious with you. But there's no point to it. You'll never change and I'll still love you."

"You deserved better than what you had, so I gave you better."

"Say that again."

"I admire you. You're stronger than I am."

"Keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound."

"The man who wins your heart will be so lucky."

"My family thinks we are dating."

"Let me go! I swear to god if you don't let me go I'll kill every last one of you!"

"Marry me." "Well that wasn't very romantic." "I didn't think we had the luxury."

"Can I love you?"

"I'm not going to leave you."

"I gave up on you a long time ago."

"I don't want to know."

"But I want to hear you sing."

Person A finds out Person B loves them after eaves dropping on a conversation.

"will i see you again?" "i can't make any promises..."

"i can't take this.." "i want you to have it. think of me."

"I didn't think I would ever feel like this about anyone."

“You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous.  Why?”

“You’re right.  I don’t understand.  I may never fully understand what you’re going through.  But please let me help you get through this.”

"This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you.

"You have a pretty smile, you should really do it more often."

"Admit it! You've liked me all along!"

"I thought you died!"

"You've been smiling an awful lot lately."

"Why do you do that? You always do shit like this and confuse me."

"You're in my personal space." "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Don't leave me, I'm scared."

He just screams internally about being touched but tries to act cool on the outside.

“I don’t know, maybe you should hop off my dick for a second. Just a thought.” “That’s not what you said last night.”

“…Why are you staying the night?” “Because it’s late and I’m feeling too tired to drive/walk home. Now scoot the fuck over, someone needs to get their sleep.”

“You’re going to fucking break me one day.” “That’s my goal, sweetheart.”

“do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different?”

"Take my hand." "Why?" "Would you just trust me for one?"

“not that i’m not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?”

“your heart’s beating really fast, i can hear it.”

 “you’ve been staring at me for like thirty seconds, what are you thinking about?”

“So I hear you’re into pain?”

“What the fuck?  Do that again.  I liked it.”

“Don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.” 

“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”

“i wish we’d have more time.”

“Your flirt game is so bad, no wonder you’re still single.” “My flirt game isn’t bad, and the person I like is a fucking idiot. That’s why I’m still single.” “…Okay, but why are you looking at me like that?”

“…You’re staring.” “I was not.” “I could feel the intensity of it, even with my eyes closed.” 

"If you think that's going to work on me, you're wrong."

"I hope you know that I did this all for you."

"Regret you? How could I ever regret one of the best decisions of my life?"

"Of course I'm jealous!"

"my hands are freezing, just let me warm them on you for a second."

"Come here, baby. I want to try something."

"Just relax. It's my turn to pamper you."

"You really have this whole gruff exterior going but deep down, you're a softie."

"You're like a cinnamon roll full of poison."

“Do you have to leave? Can’t you stay?”

It's a long list friends, happy requesting.

[bonesandthebees]

*shoves aside all the other fic updates i need to read* GLASS IS HERE

i am in fact incredibly busy but i digress

I AM SO EXCITED

*casually scrolls past all the warnings*

i like to be blinded though i have been informed of death from our lovely other anon friends! i am so excited!!!

SMOKE RAHHH

i like that he said “the pythias room” as in like he is no longer the pythia he is leaving that behind for that room is not his and he is not the pythia anymore i think that was a nice touch

filigree is a nice word j like it

DARK VS LIGHT IMAGERY AHHHHH just yk light is supposed to be purity, goodness, etc so when what people have perceived as that becomes shrouded in darkness it highlights either the shift in the people, narrator, or the actual place of lights from the good to the bad or evil in a sense and it just says a lot about wilbur i think bc he didnt think the castle was pure persay but it wasnt horrible in his eyes but now that hes back after gaining clarity (which i have thoughts about regarding other symbolism and junk but i wont bore you) it is now dark like it has never been

WOW WILBUR ISNF A FIGHTER???? sorry something came over me

i dont think he wants to be rescued by you hottie

A GUN

NO BABY BROTHER

i love when wilbur uses his power of the title for himself rather than for that “im not a person” stuff and like serving others and whatnot yk?

anyways hes wilbur but also for like a few lines hes the pythia like right after the guard says your grace

anywhoooo

FRICK A PRIEST GO AWAY

vessel this vessel that why dont you go pray or something like dont you have more important things to do?

frick. the fricken tattoo

hes trying to be a person you literally a**

.

okay

HES NOT THE FIRST

a syringe

with bright yellow liquid

intriguing

and not good i would assume

as she should.

she dreamt of death so the curse interesting im interested

im questioning the tenets

“the connection” my god this priest

poor tomathy

HEY IT LOOKS GREAT (i think)

niki! jack!

wow look at them talk politely to each other!!!

THE MARBLE

OH FRICK THE POOL

JACK WTF

niki. let him get his brother.

tommy.

wilbur wheres the wffing vial thing at idk what it does but now or never

THERE IT IS

hes back! my boy!!! my baby!!!

darn schlatt what a shame.

the pythia cant change the future! who would have guessed! not i!

isnt that literally crazy????

i cant believe i got that one

okay!!!! slah wilbur! way to go king!

ranboo was never a snitch hes a real one

anyways bee this was incredible i loved this chapter all three of the big scenes were awesome and yeah this was super exciting i loved it i love this fic i cant believe its almost over anyways k got hot girl things to do!!

- 🪿

very fun to go in blind especially for a chapter like this

YEAHHH pythia's room not his room. it was never really his room.

god yeah you get the dark vs light imagery I was going for. the palace is so light and bright all the time with white and gold walls and plenty of windows and all of that so for it to suddenly be turned dark by the ash and smoke in the air... it's only dark now that he's back and seeing things as they really are for the first time...

it is fun to see the rare occasions where wilbur can use the pythia title for himself as a way to grab power. he's not great at it but he does try it sometimes in these little moments of trying to take advantage of the shitty position he's been put in

yes yes lots of fun switching between wilbur and pythia this chapter

he's not the first to try and leave :)) I was so excited to finally get to share that little snippet of pythia history I know you guys have been asking

jack and niki... ruh roh

I mean to be FAIR it's not confirmed 100% that the pythia can't change the future there's just. zero evidence that they actually can.

aaaa so glad you enjoyed!!

[borrelia]

dream about becoming 22 again and being unhappy about it

dreamt i woke up in my hometown and i couldnt really remember what was going on but i had a to -do list. first thing on the list was go to [fast food place i worked as a teen and seasonally in undergrad] at a particular time. so i put on my old work shirt and grabbed my apron and biked over there. got in and it was busyyyyy, SO many people working there. many I recognized but some i didnt. layout of the place was new to me too. normal bc like i said i did some seasonal work. i found the manager/co-owner and asked for my paycheck, since I assumed thats why i was there. she said "WHAT paycheck??" and i was like hm well i dont know. let me see what hours i have on the schedule. so i spent a good few minutes asking around for the schedule and eventually found it at the front counter, but I was just not listed anywhere on there. i said "am I just not scheduled? awesome."

well then the mystery became "what am i REALLY supposed to be doing? did i just want to come here for lunch/??" and about this point i--oh there was some physical intermission where some older man who i think was my gfs dad tried giving me a bunch of unsolicited advice including "when you get your first tattoo, make sure to pack a bag lunch and store it in your dad's locker--" (he was really fixated on people having access to lockers. i told him i dont have one and neither does my dad.) and i interrupted like "okay well i ALREADY got my first tattoo and actually my friend just came with and brought me a snack :)" and i tried to show him the zim tattoo on my wrist but it was GONE?? so i talked a bit more with my coworkers abt my situation and I came to the conclusion that somehow i was 22 again. which was SUUUCH a pain i was NOT happy abt it. and well the rest of the dream was just sharing this realization with my old coworkers and current friends who were transplanted into the dream as coworkers.

[mothlegs]

dreamt about basil again. at the dream version of where i grew up. he was in scara cosplay, i complimented his clothes before i realised it was him

he called me on messenger and i just left my mom. she tried to come with but was understanding when i said i didnt want her to. when she was out of earshot i said something about her being cool :)

basil asked me to talk somewhere else, about the street names, i told him i didn't know theml names but i knew the area

i took him through a tunnel to a stairway? it was all concretey and sorta humid, like those places always are

there was a shirtless guy covered in tattoos, i complimented his tattoos and he said thanks, he'd just gotten them removed..? i asked about the tattoos he has then but i dont remember what he said, but i recognised the song lyrics across his chest and said it was cool

basil was... basil, i guess. made me feel the same. wasn't nice. but i had self control, i had control over my tone even though they didn't (knew they'd leave me otherwise, same as before), i behaved. we stopped on a sorta platform on the stairs.

they accused me of spreading rumours? they kept asking me about materials, i mostly said i didn't know, cause i didn't. they asked about my necklaces, i was wearing more than five. i answered about one earlier, and then accused me of spreading rumours because my answer didn't apply to another of my necklaces. something about it being silicone, i think?

i softly and calmly explained how i was only answering for one, and i forget which necklaces im wearing. i held my necklaces in my hand and we talked about it for 5 minutes, and i then pointed out how i'd completely forgotten i was wearing one of them, so i couldn't be expected to answer about all of them

they quietly accepted that. we continued up the stairs, there were two babies and they were theirs. red baby and green baby. i put my things at the top of the stairs to help carry green baby, it was heavy and my body sort of vaguely hurt. i think it was drooling

i didn't know what to do with it, basil was just focused on red baby. i dont know why they were called that, i think they didnt want me to know their names. they had two baby seats, but both were twins. i wondered why not have 2 singles and 1 twin, but i didnt say anything. the seats were red and green, separately

red baby cried. basil seemed tired. i sort of stopped existing, or maybe i was just dissociating

earlier in the dream, before basil, my mom and i were driving. we passed an amusement park. we were discussing trauma

i guess my mom was questioning if she could have did or osdd? mostly i just listened, accidentally interrupted her at one point but told her to go first, and she did

i wanted to ask her about how our grandma raised us, wanted to ask if we were emotionally neglected. i've been wanting to ask irl for a while, i don't remember almost any of my childhood, so i don't know how i was treated.

i was feminine in the dream, not quite myself. confident, not like how i am irl, especially not when i'm feminine

sorta like a girl had replaced me

[shayberri789]

(Maybe?) Headcanon

Ronan lynch can draw. And do it well

[zweihander-kindof-lesbian]

Grave Seeker

This is my Oracle of Pharasma’s backstory and description! Thx

Takota was born in the twilight hours on the 5th of Pharast. A sacred Holiday for those who choose to devote their days to Pharasma, the goddess of death. A day where many of the dead are ferried to the afterlife in a grand procession. A day for death for those living in the Skull Clan of the Shoanti in the Northern Mountains. But for the Sun Clan to the south, It was a celebration of Life. Takota's father was considered one of the greatest champion's in the Sun Clan's History; a mountain of a man who's Given name was Axe-Breaker. Takota's mother was an accomplished soothsayer and diviner for the clan, given the name She Who Weeps For The Stone. Their son's birth was widely celebrated as the coming of a great hero; one who would take the Sun Clan to victory over their many enemies.

As the boy grew older, the hopes of him becoming a champion to rival his father dwindled. Takota was much taller than most of those his age and faster on his feet, but that's where his athletic prowess stopped. He was hestitant during daily mandated sparring, and was squeemish when it came to hunting. Takota was a very gentle soul who preferred to be out gardening with his mother, marveling at worms and beetles he found in the soil. Takota was the subject of bullying among his peers. He was weak, clumsy, quiet, gangly and above all things, Naieve. With promises of friendship or sweets, his peers would play "games" with him. These games often resulting in bruises, scratches and small wounds at their lightest to broken bones and being left in dangerous situations at their worst. Axe-Breaker would more often than not come to his aid and chase his tormentors away, knowing that his son was unfortunately too Kind to stop the teasing on his own. The lectures on standing up for himself soon turned to lessons on Self Defense. Axe-Breaker trained with his son every day for hours. When Takota turned 15, Axe-Breaker finally found out that his son excelled with ranged weapons, such as throwiing daggers and Archery. Weapons of this type were considered inferior, due to the up close and personal nature in which Sun Clan Warriors fought. Axe-Breaker was too proud of his son be bothered by the callous whispers of others. Calling Takota a disappointment to the Sun Clan, a mistake that should have been left out in the volcanic wastes. Oh, if they had only knew! Takota always heard them, and with every comment he heard, the more withdrawn he became. He would often go on hikes for hours by himself, and sometimes not return for days.

When he was 16, Takota got through his rite of passage by the skin of his teeth. In a tent filled with incense smoke and song, he was given a new name and his first tattoo. As a  beautifully intricate golden sun was tattooed on the front of his neck, the elders sang of his new name to the world. Grave Seeker. Little did this new Shoanti warrior know he had been chosen for a much greater purpose by a power far beyond his comprehension. She Who Weeps For The Stone began to notice that when Grave Seeker came back from his ventures out into the wastes, he brought home Whippoorwills. A bird not native to the Cinderlands. At first he brought home one with a broken wing and he nursed it back to health. As a Diviner she knew Whippoorwills meant death was near, and she begged for the little brown bird to be kept outside the home. But after this bird came others, Whippoorwills would perch on the tree outside his window, some even brave enough to perch directly on the sil. They sang constantly, day and night and watched Grave Seeker's every move. He was plagued with dreams of him in a void of spiral shapes. There was always a woman 20 ft taller than him, her face changing from young and beautiful, to old and withered, to nothing but bone and sometimes....nothing. Nothing was always the worst. Every night he tried to speak to her, and every night She didnt speak a word. Her eyes were solemn and gray. Never blinking. He always woke up with a jolt, the sweet smell of death always lingered in the air for minutes at a time. As months went by, his mother noticed every flower Grave Seeker planted grew into a black rose, regardless of the seed he put in the ground. Beetles infested all other plants but the ones he planted. The whippoorwills grew in number in the tree by the house, their song almost deafening during the day. Eventually a tired eyed Grave Seeker sought his mother's soothsayer skills and told her of his constant visions. He also complained of headaches and short stints of lost vision.

She Who Weeps For The Stone knew exactly what these signs meant. Pharasma had chosen her son for something, but the answer evaded her. Pharasma was infamous for being silent and often vague. Fear gripped her heart as she prayed every day for something, anything from this fickle goddess. All she got for her troubles were dead birds on her doorstep and blood pooling under her fingertips. All the food her family ate tasted of soil and ash. She and her husband met with the Sun Clan elders to ultimately decide the fate of her son, who's eyesight was becoming worse by the days. The elders had decided it for the best if he was sent to the Skull Clan in the mountains. They were a stern and cold people; tasked with keeping one of Pharasma's largest cathedrals and Her sacred Boneyard where all Shoanti are laid to rest. However, Grave Seeker's Vision was too poor to make the journey on his own. So they sent with him a young warrior woman who was on her way to becoming the new champion. Storm Bringer, was a girl of 18 with a shaved head and golden eyes,  She was already well covered in tattoos,  in comparison to Grave Seeker's measly 2 tattoos at the same age. She accepted the job with a clenched jaw, believing they should send this weakling to the wilderness to meet his fate. Grave Seeker was actually quite excited to have this particular traveling companion. He had of heard of her many accomplishments and the clan began focusing more on her achievements rather than his failures as of late. In a way he was grateful to her.

The journey was long and perilous, and Grave Seeker proved to be absolutely useless. With his vision slowly escaping from him, he frequently ran off trails, fell into holes, and hit his head on branches. Storm Bringer got tired of stopping to treat his constant injuries very quickly and begrudgingly taught him to rely more on his other senses instead. To show his gratitude he would try his best to find flowers and various insects to show her as they rested and he would proclaim "Hey look! I found this with my sense of smell alone!! Neat huh?"

Grave Seeker talked at her often, and eventually she grew to answer some of the time....And then all of the time. By the time they reached Pharasma's Boneyard, the two had become so fond of each other that Storm Bringer was hesitant to leave him alone in this new foreign place. They eventually found their way to the dizzyingly grand Pharasmin Cathedral that sat above the town. After telling the priests of the troubles that had plagued Grave Seeker's family, they curtly told his travelling companion to say goodbye and to return home. They had been preparing a ritual for his arrival for 3 months and Grave Seeker's arrival had been prophecized in all their dreams. Time was of the utmost importance. Storm Bringer's protests fell on deaf ears and eventually she was ushered out of the cathedral and not allowed re-entry. They met just outside the cathedral before he began the ritual, his vision now a blur of shapes and colors no matter the distance from his face. There they quietly told each other their real names as well as a very heartfelt goodbye.  

From then on Grave Seeker remembers only shapes and shadows with monotone chanting. He remembers descending multiple flights of stairs and as they went downwards into the catacombs, the smell of rotting flesh filled his nose. The priests' grip upon his arms tightened to almost vice like. He screamed out questions, where were they taking him??? What's going on? What did his dreams mean?? All were answered with the same monotone chanting in a language he didnt understand. Eventually the stairs stopped, and a new noise sent adreneline rushing through his veins. It was the sound of the dead. Hoarse screeching and chains rattling echoed through the air, and he began to struggle even harder, tears streaming down his face.  The smell of putrid rotting flesh filled his nose making him gag. "Please...Please tell me what is happening, please....oh my Gods. I'm Sorry....I'm so sorry just tell me-" Grave Seeker sobbed before throwing up all over himself. He knew This foul smelling creature was right in front of him, he felt its sharp nails graze at his face and clothes, fear made his blood roar in his ears. "Hush now, child. If you truly do have the goddess' favor,", A male voice answered. Calm and matter of fact. "Then you truly have nothing to worry about."

Grave Seeker felt his right arm be pulled forward violently, within seconds sharp teeth sunk into his flesh, ripping off huge chunks of his arm. The more he tried to pull away the more of his arm was removed, and despite his desperate screams he was held firmly in place until whatever had its grasp on him was finished. The pain was white hot and greater than any pain he had ever known. Eventually his vision faded to black and he lost all consciousness. He woke up hours later? Maybe days? He couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep as his vision was black. He was too weak to move, too weak to scream. The priests had placed upon his head a crown of black roses, the thorns of which were digging into his temples and forehead. He attempted to move the fingers on his right hand only to find that there was nothing there to move. Before registering what truly had happened, he passed out again. This time, he dreamt. Again he was in this void with spirals all around him. The familiarity of the place brought him anxiety and he attempted to run, but soon realized there was no where to go. Immediately, he began to cry. He thought of his Mother...His Father. His brother. Of Storm Bringer. Ixa was her TrueName. He struggled to remember her face and cried even harder. "Are you quite finished?" An enigmatic voice asked, 'I need to speak with you." Her voice sounded as if a young woman, and old woman and a demon spoke in perfect unison. Finally hearing Her terrified Grave Seeker. He looked upon the 20 ft tall woman, like he had many times before. Her face was young and beautiful this time, albiet, irritated. He nodded. "Takota, You needn't be afraid. For I will not let you die....You do have purpose, though you dont believe it so." She said, her voice strangely comforting. "In you I have put great power. The power to breathe life into the dead and take it away. It is a small fraction of myself," She reasted her chin in her palm, "In return for these powers I took your sight. But you will not be blind, For I will guide you."   Grave Seeker rolled his eyes. "You also took my family, My right arm, I think...my normal life and - " Pharasma's face darkened to black and a cold wind blew from where her face used to be, a terrifying howl filled the space around Grave Seeker. He curled himself up into a ball. There was silence for a millenia, at least that's what it felt like. "Oh Takota," Her voice dripping with sympathy, "please do not be frightened."  She had grown to 40ft tall, and scooped him up into her palms. She held him close to her face, Her steely eyes fraught with sadness. "I am Pharasma....Goddess of Death and Birth Of fate and prophecy. And I have chosen you for something great...." She spoke slowly, the weight of her words felt like bricks on his chest. "Don't do this please....." He sighed, running his fingers over his scalp, "What do I need to do?" She blinked slowly......Grave Seeker looked at her expectantly. "You will know, Takota. You will Know." She chuckled. Grave Seeker screamed out of frustration, and woke up screaming to the priests burning his wound shut.

Description:  Takota is a very tall and lanky young man. He looks to be around 24. Besides his staggering 6'7" height being the first thing you notice, The second thing would be his eyes. They are black as pitch but clouded in such a way it looks as if you were looking directly up at the night sky. There are very pronouced dark circles under his eyes, making his already gaunt features look even more skeletal. It doesnt help much that on his face is a silver metallic skull tattoo that is very stylized. He smiles gently and often,but the softness about him fades when you notice that the majority of his teeth are sharp and crooked. His hair is black and cut short on either side (very messily) leaving a short thick strip of hair going from his forehead to the back of his head. He has lots of tattoos. He has a golden sun tattooed on the front of his throat, black roses are tattooed around either of his shoulders.  There are different types of spirals tattooed all over his body. His right arm is missing below his elbow. His clothes are ill fitting and almost tattered.