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It was the truth, and the lie. That I remembered my companions better than my avatar

[tubbytarchia]

I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional

[egophiliac]

I got a really tough question.

What’s your favorite Twst event of ALL TIME?

I like Harveston

this truly is the hardest question. :( but after much consideration, I think Endless Halloween Night wins out for me, because it's nonstop Characters Being Silly the whole way through. the whole thing is just lots of these little dorks having the most ridiculous interactions, which is always my favorite! and of course the big twist is SO delightfully stupid and doubles down SO hard that it becomes AMAZING and I 100% unironically adore it. AND it's Halloween! everyone is in their cute little costumes and having a spooky adventure! it's great!

however, I am ALSO a big fan of the Harveston event! how can I not be! everyone is wearing comfy winter outfits and getting along really weirdly well with Epel's grandma and he's getting a little worried about that! my terrible loud son sews a plush squirrel and then gives it a silly little nickname and refuses to leave it behind when it breaks! the ending shot with the sled! I LOVE IT.

obviously we need the best of both worlds now

[pbnmj]

noir fanartists deliberately ignoring how he doesn't need glasses anymore is so funny to me. i hope we all think he's blind as a bat

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou asks you to join him during one of his photoshoots for a pro hero campaign. he doesn’t understand the point of it, nor why he has to only be in his underwear, but he doesn’t mind it much when he gets to look over to your shy little face.

you’re propped up in a corner on an old couch, laptop perched in your lap, its glare bright despite the way you never really look at it. you’re supposed to be catching up on some work, but you’ve been distracted by the glorious sight that is the love of your life.

when he looks at you, do you duck down, eyes suddenly focused on your screen again. it only makes him smile a little, step away from the assistant of the photographer who comes up to him, calls out your name.

“Huh?” your head whips up with a quickness neither of you expect, goes to show just how invested you really were with your work. but Bakugou only grins at you now, jerking his chin over to you as he grabs the bottle of oil the assistant was trying to pour over him.

“C’mere and gimme a hand, won’t ya?” he asks you, boyish smile gracing his face as he tilts his head at you. immediately, your face warms as you put together the request that’s suddenly dropped in your lap. everyone in the studio looks at you, with both envious and excited gazes, and it only makes you shrink in on yourself.

“I hate you.” you mutter under your breath when you finally rise up from your place on the couch, which he somehow hears. but Bakugou only laughs at you, grabs you by the waist when you’re close enough to kiss you breathless in front of everybody, before he’s handing off the oil to you.

“Such an attention whore,” you whisper when you’re close, the air between the two of you thick. everyone tries to look away, give you guys a bit of privacy, but it’s hard when such a soft and amused look passes over the usually rough and hardened hero’s face.

“Only for your attention.” he grunts back to you, holding his arms out for you to start dripping the oil down his skin. it’s a sensual gesture, the softness between you two sliding into something more, something that you only ever reserve for the bedroom.

you tip the bottle over his shoulders until it drips down his chest, massaging it all in with your hands in crude, circular motions. you can see the way he bites his lip, ignore the way he looks at you down the bridge of his nose lest you two create a scene not meant for the public eye. you gather more oil, warm it between your palms, kneeling in front of him to help massage it into the defined muscles of his stomach.

you ignore the twitch in front of you, swallowing thickly, glancing up to Bakugou who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. you mouth at him to behave, but he only grins, something feral.

“We only need it above the waistband.” the photographer suddenly calls out, snapping you back to attention. you stand on shaky knees, nodding with your eyes casted low, ashamed, that your freak of a man had you doing something so…so—

“Go wait in my dressing room, yeah?” Bakugou asks you, pulling you in close to peck at the corner of your mouth. “Gonna wrap this shit up.” he promises you, and you can only nod silently, mind going a mile a minute. but before you go, you remember to grab the oil. just in case.

[ghouljams]

Would u possibly be able to write more knight!ghost , I want him back protecting his princess

I love him so much, but knight!Ghost is a long way from protecting his princess again.

The clash of swords draws your attention immediately as you walk through the gardens. You're not used to walking this way, you didn't know it was so close to the training grounds. You wander off the stone path, your knight following you a few steps behind. A loyal, and very different, shadow. You like him as much as you can like any knight. He's not Ghost.

Ghost. You press your hand against the tall garden wall with a frown. If the knights are training he might be there overseeing everything. That's reason enough to hate this wall. You'd bet if you were a little taller you could see over it. You wave your knight closer.

"Help me up," you tell him. He glances up at the top of the wall, the back at you, his eyes sparking with mischief. That's one of the reasons why you like this one.

Your knight crouches, lacing his fingers together to offer you a boost. You step you foot into his waiting hands and let him help you up to stand on his shoulders. You press your hands to the top of the wall to survey the training grounds. Your eyes land on a familiar form. Though he doesn't wear your colors you'd recognize him blind.

"Ghost!" You call, leaning further over the wall. The brick digs into your stomach, your palms scraping the harsh stone as you try to pull yourself further over it. Your- Ghost looks around the training field and you wave your hand to try and grab his attention. When he finally spots you, you see his body stiffen and he waves off the other knights to continue practicing as he makes his way towards you.

"Princess," he calls up to you, dropping his sword on the ground next to him. He presses his hands to the wall, head tipped back to keep you in his sight. "Is your knight with you?"

You glance down at Keegan, he looks bored holding you on his shoulders. You look back at Ghost. "He's holding me up," You tell him. Ghost's eyes narrow.

"Russ," he yells, you feel Keegan stiffen under you, "thought your job was keeping my lady out of harm not puttin' her in it." His lady. It makes your face hot. You're still his lady, even so far away. Butterflies flutter in your stomach. Seeing Ghost makes everything better, you can live a lifetime on these stolen moments.

"She insisted." Keegan yells back, lifting you a little higher. You smile at the lie, doing your best to portray innocence for Ghost.

"Your supposed to tell her 'no'." Ghost loudly reminds him, as if he isn't the only man who's ever told you that.

"In case you've forgotten, I'm in charge of my knight, not the other way around," you tell Ghost with a smile. He feels so far away, the dirt of the training grounds so much lower than the garden's lush grass. You can see the crease of Ghost's eyes, the smile hidden by his mask. You miss that smile more than anything. You lean a little further to try and be closer to him, feel Keegan's hands push your feet up, holding you to reach over the wall for your knight.

"I never forget," Ghost tells you. You wish he'd reach for you, that it wasn't only you hoping to touch. Even just to brush his fingertips would be enough. "Pull her back down Russ," Ghost commands. You scramble to keep yourself up.

"Disobey that order Keegan, you're under my command." The stability of his grip returns, and you do your best not to look too nervous about the shift in his grip.

"Princess," Ghost grits, "this is not ladylike, and if you fall-"

Your breath catches as your hand slips off the wall. You hardly have the thought to scream before you tumble off the wall. Ghost swears, and reaches out for you. You fall heavily into hard metal and dense muscle, his arms wrapping around you as quickly as you fall into them. Your breath catches up to you all at once and suddenly you can't get air in fast enough.

Ghost holds you tight to his chest, as your hands scramble against his armor. You dig your fingers under his pauldrons and hold tight, trying to get your breath under control. "You're alright love, I have you," he breathes, none of your panic seems to have bled into him, but he also hasn't set you down, "God you're going to be the death of me."

He presses his forehead against yours, making a space for the two of you. It's brief, but it calms you. Hardly a second later he's pulled back to look up at the wall. You glance up as well to see Keegan's climbed to the top to look down at the both of you. You don't have to look, you can feel the rage radiating off of Ghost.

"Are you planning on killing my lady or is this just an off day?" He asks, stepping back to let Keegan drop down.

"Honestly?" Keegan raises a brow, scratching at the edge of his mask. Ghost's grip on you tightens.

"Never should have let 'im-" Ghost seethes, cutting himself short. He turns away from your knight. You realize belatedly that he hasn't let you down. The determined movement of his body as he walks is terribly distracting, you'd almost forget that you're being carried past younger knights. God you must look pathetic, you're supposed to inspire respect in these men this is just...

"Ghost, put me down." You whisper, swallowing your heart in favor of your pride. Ghost freezes. There's a short moment where you almost think you can feel his heart beating against the metal chest plate, before he quickly sets you on your feet.

It hurts you to see the chill behind his eyes as he steps away from you, putting up a barrier between you. You don't fidget, princesses do not fidget. You lift your chin a little higher, set your shoulders a little straighter. If you want respect you have to take it for yourself.

You cast a quick glance at the other knights on the field and pick one at random, "You, escort me back," the knight nods, and is quick to grab his things as you turn your attention back to Ghost, "I'll leave discipline to you Sir Riley."

Keegan looks at you like you've signed his execution order. That does make you feel a little bad. It wasn't his fault you fell, but really Ghost would've told you 'no.'

[spider-man-2o99]

individual stills of miguel Scampering on all fours and showing off his more distinct individual movement style (that he has because of his spider-man's Similar-but-still-distinctly-Weird-and-unique powers as compared to the more-graceful Others) so that i don't have 2 keep rewinding the clip(s) to see it. im REALLY excited to see him scuttling and skittering all over the place in the film just like he does in the comics-- and, like, seriously, Miguel Specifically being just. made Massive for some reason in his atsv design will never NOT be funny to me hes SO freakin Bouncy why did they Do That.

don't be Weird on my post or i'll kill you for real

[ghost-bxrd]

"You're a kid whos mom was obsessed with a cult, and when you were just 12, she sacrificed you. You end in hell and expected to be tortured for eternity, but turns out the demon wanted a child of his own"

by WRITING PROMPTs

Maybe Bruce?

Aweee now, just imagine!

These cultists? Totally an accident that they for the ritual right. Jason doesn’t die so much as he just seem to kind of vanish into smoke and—

wtf.

Ok.

There’s- there’s a whole child.

Right at Bruce feet. All of a sudden.

A human child.

In hell.

And look, they couldn’t have chosen a worse demon to send a sacrifice to because Bruce? He’s a protector of children.

Because there’s something that so many story and demonology books get wrong.

Hell is for the bad people to be punished for all eternity.

And Bruce? And all the other demons populating hell? Well, they exist solely for one reason:

To punish sinners for the crimes they committed in life.

It’s a jail. Bruce and his fellow demons are the jailers. They don’t guard the doors of hell because they don’t want anybody to get in, they’re guarding them so nobody gets out.

But children, children have no business being in this place of torture and agony. Not ever. There’s a whole ass system in place to keep the good souls from accidentally wandering where they shouldn’t be.

So Bruce sees this tiny, starved child crying and screaming and— fuck. This is a Dick situation, isn’t it? He needs to go to earth. Again. And drag some people down to damnation all early and piss off death again. But you know what? Tough shit. They want a demon? They’re gonna get one.

(Jason is soon introduced to another strange human after he mysteriously pops back up on earth. His name is Richard “Dick” Grayson, and his teeth are too sharp and his pupils look almost reptilian in the right light, but he takes Jason to a big ass house with a real strange butler and lots of food.

Jason thinks he’s seen the weird Brucie guy who introduces himself as Dick’s dad somewhere before… but Jason is cool with not looking a gift horse in the mouth. After all, what are the chances he’ll fall into another cult’s hands so soon after the last?)

[todayisafridaynight]

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Shinsou: I hate all those things that were like, “they used to be so strong and funny…. ThEn [insert trauma here], now they are a shell of what they once were”

Shinsou: I can be traumatized and still be strong and funny. I’m the funniest fucker I know

Tsuyu: yesterday you said that you wanted to enter a coma so you didn’t have to deal with an authority figure being mad at you again

Shinsou: both can be true, am I not allowed to have duality, tsuyu??

[purrvaire]

black sails + tumblr text post I have on my phone (pt. 2/?)

[journey-to-the-attic]

what a mildly concerning message from my dear friend jo, i wonder what it could- OH MY GOD

WHERE DID SHE FIND HIM?????

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

the entire season they've shown sylvie perpetually being okay to just walk away from the fray and getting no consequences whatsoever. which would be ok since she doesn't rlly care about them like loki does. but in the end she just moves on so fast after she watched loki isolate himself and go off JUST to fix her mistake.......

meanwhile mobius is there, frozen in that time, left behind by the person he's an "expert" on not only bc of his job but bc of their friendship, him quitting the job that was his entire life, because loki has left and his previous purpose didn't have loki anymore

it's just fucked up how everyone else got their happy endings (good for them) except for loki and mobius. they're apart, separated once again, looking miserable in their last shots. just like last season.

[heybiji]

double life

[lovesickeros]

☆ thrice the bell tolls

{☆} characters neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, villain au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings minor angst {☆} word count 0.9k

"Get in the water."

There is no trepidation in the voice of the Sovereign as he speaks, only pure contempt that bleeds into the very air until it chills their lungs – there will be no penance here. No redemption. He stands before them with apathetic indifference, and with his hands he shall draw judgement upon sinners without a shred of mercy, so heavy his gaze they cannot move. This land shall become the grave of gods – no, not gods, Archons. Transcendent..and fallible.

Horribly, humanly fallible.

What a cruel thing to be – neither god nor mortal, in the end. Their Authority a stolen, coveted thing, so easily taken in a blaze of fury that singes them to the bone, in winds so harsh it tears the breath from their lungs from the sheer pressure, in the way their hairs stand on end as if lightning shall smite them for their arrogance. Judgement has come for them, in the end, and no plea nor bargain can save them from it's justice – they shall be judged and they shall be sentenced.

"..I was willing to put aside your past transgressions – forgive your thievery of the Authority that is not your own – to see Their vision of harmony come to reality." He speaks with nothing but clarity and calmness that unsettles – as gentle as the serene pond illuminated by gentle sunlight, ducks drifting across its pristine surface and creating faint, brief ripples. Calm as the tide as it recedes from the shoreline. His eyes speak of the tempest – the raging winds and the harsh waves that will crash and break and ravage. There is a fury so turbulent it makes the wind go still, the earth erode and the water recede. "You do not deserve repentance when Their body bears the marks of your transgressions," There will be no mercy. They try to plead, to beg and bargain but they cannot speak – their cries go unheard just as Theirs were ignored. A horrifying irony.

"Self proclaimed Acolytes, all, yet you bathe in Their most divine blood and call yourselves Saints," He breathes in, taps his cane against the hardened earth, and holds his head high as he meets their eyes unflinching. Mercy, they think, for we are innocent – we did not know. "Sinners, to the very last. You tear at the flesh of the most Divine like wild dogs to sate your own hunger, for you know nothing else."

His voice is the toll – it echoes like the ringing of a bell, calling them to the water like a siren. It beckons, it demands, and it will not wait. The water recedes and he stands like a beacon among the shores – a bastion of light where it has been snuffed out.

His eyes witness their sins – heavy a burden he bears as he witnesses that which they must atone for. The cruel hand of an Archon as it spills the Divine blood of the very earth beneath their feet. He sees Their agony, feels it to the last. Every bolt of wind, every jagged rock, every bolt of lightning. Every single one he feels until he weeps – for Them, he weeps.

His left hand renders judgement – guilty. Their transgressions are grave, and no redemption can be found for such horrors they have inflicted upon the mortal vessel of the Divine. They have felt their sorrow, have felt Their pain, and he has found them guilty.

And with his right hand..he enacts justice.

"Let your sins be your anchor – let your sins weigh heavy upon your shoulders so that you may feel a brief flicker of the agony you have inflicted upon Them," He lifts his cane with a solemn resolve, tears staining the scales upon his cheeks. "I shall weep for you, too, for no other shall do so in my stead. Return, wretched beasts, to the earth and let it nourish Them where you did not."

And at his call, the waves devour.

Entire cities, entire nations – those who bear the sin shall drown in it's wake, dragged to the lowest depths where even the sun cannot breach. It takes and takes, claws and tears and rips at the bodies of the damned – it devours the world, impartial and unrelenting in it's judgement.

And Neuvillette alone weeps.

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"Neuvillette? Are you..crying?" Their voices makes him startle back to awareness, the briefest flicker of shame welling up in the empty space of his chest as he wipes away the tears that roll down his cheeks like drops of rain.

"It..appears so. Forgive me, most Divine, it seems I had a brief lapse in focus." He clears his throat, straightens his back, tries to ignore the pit in his stomach as he watches Their lips pull into a smile all too happy. He..he should be happy too, shouldn't he? He should. If They are happy, so should he be. His lips curl into a smile that doesn't feel like it fits on his face, but he delights in the way They smile wider when he does.

They approve, and that's all that matters, isn't it?

"It won't happen again, I assure you."

Their approval is all that matters.

So why does his chest ache so badly? He did as They commanded, he removed the stain upon Teyvat and ensured Their safety.

So why does he feel such sorrow?

The thought gnaws at him like the tides erode at stone, yet he cannot bear to burden his Creator with such..nonsense.

He will bear this weight alone until the day the waves come to claim him, too.

"Shall we visit the gardens today, Divine One?"

[indigopoptart]

gonna get back into the swing of things with!! some faces I did a bit ago!!!

+ closeups and oc creds under the cut!

the welcome home guys ofc <3

some of my guys!

(Niebla belongs to both me and @akemima ! <3)

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And now, some friends’ ocs!

Lady belongs to @gremliinsart, Keira belongs to @funonion001 !!! :3

Sundown belongs to @carnivalcarrion !! <3

Damon belongs to @sammysun , Wizard belongs to @akemima !! :33 <3<3