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[willow-bone-art]

the real reason jimmy broke polle

[jugganautism]

POST MORE GAY SHIT NOWWWWW

your wish is my command

[aithusarosekiller]

Why is it so funny to imagine the different reactions to Reg coming out as gay. Because I feel like it was obvious to almost everyone except him for a very long time.

Like for the sake of the joke we're pretending homophobia is practically not a thing. Maybe it's a modern au or smth but:

Regulus: I'm gay.

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Barty 'amazing academic skills 0 people skills' crouch jr: ... 😧 seriously? You? Men? REALLY??? LIKE REALLY??? ACTUALLY???

Dorcas; who he'd temporarily dated when they were both questioning their sexualities: mhm, same

Pandora and Narcissa: I had a feeling. I wanted to wait for you to tell me first though.

James, who'd somehow missed the memo when everyone else had already found out: Really? Oh! That's...yeah that's good. Yup. That's great for us-you. Great for you. I did not know that but I'm glad you're comfortable with it and.....stuff. Very supportive of that. Yeah. So. That's great! ...anyway-

Remus, Peter, Mary, and Lily: yeah that checks out honestly

Marlene, finding out when it's casually mentioned by barty at some point: I fucking KNEW IT!!

Sirius, knowing he's telling him because it's the closest he can plausibly get to telling his parents: a soft little forehead kiss and a gentle 'I know' that just completely heals his inner child

Evan: *requires a definition* ohhhh, that's weird. Chill tho.

[theotherbuckley]

Incorrect tweets series 2 pt 3/?

[greyskyflowers]

I know it's not even remotely close to canon but I love to imagine Zoro's swords having spirits like the ancestor spirits in Mulan, and their main goal is to just drive Zoro nuts.

They talk all the time and have to comment on everything. They always end up bickering with each other and trying to get Zoro to pick sides.

One of the only things they have in common is how much they love to gossip, constantly. You'd think they'd have better things to do but apparently the living are too interesting to ignore.

They also all bond over giving Zoro shit.

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"Have you decided when you will eat the raccoon?"

"He's a reindeer, we're not going to eat him, and his name is Chopper. How many times do we have to go over this?"

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"What's the deal with you and the cook?"

"You're asking him about the cook? What about whatever is going on with him and the captain?"

"The sex better not interfere with your training."

"Oh my god."

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"What are the little pants your robot wears called?"

"Are you talking about Franky? A speedo... Why."

"They look like they provide him a good range of motion when fighting, perhaps you should consi-"

"Absolutely not."

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"Why does your captain pick his nose so much?"

"I don't know."

"Ask him. He has me doing it often now too and I want to know why."

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"Are you lost? Again?"

"You told me to go this way!"

"Hey, don't blame the swords for your nonexistent sense of direction."

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"Your captain has fallen off the ship again."

"Seriously??"

[weepingjedi]

The totally real and totally canon ending of the extended version where Thranduil’s new bestie is marrying his nemesis (I’m still delusional)

My first Hobbit TikTok was using a beyonce audio, so of course I had to use another beyonce audio for my last Hobbit TikTok 😭😭😭 even though I was only on Tolkien TikTok since September, it was one of the least toxic, funniest, and most supportive fandoms I’ve ever been in, so I hope to make more content here

[storytellering]

There's this ad for a local coffee shop that makes me think of Nero every time I walk by it so of course, I had to draw this

[weirdlybeans]

[real-jaune-isms]

Opposites Attract?

Nami: You know, we never have any girl talk? Like, real girl talk about clothes and guys and stuff.

Robin: Well considering how tight lipped you get if anyone ever mentions the level of physical affection between you and the captain, I assumed you had no interest in that kind of activity~

Nami: Not… that’s diff… shut up! Just, sit on your bed and I’ll paint your nails, how about that?

Robin: A lovely activity, but not including that talking you’re so eager for. If you won’t discuss about the contents of your heart, why do you want to have girl talk so badly?

Nami: So I have an excuse to pester you about YOUR crushes and stuff, obviously! ;P

Robin: Naturally… I see now why the boys call you a witch.

Nami: Keep talking like that and I won’t do your nails.

Robin: Fine, fine.

*the two sit, and Nami starts cleaning Robin’s nails in preparation*

Nami: So, first of all, did you fall for anyone during those two years we were all apart?

Robin: *chuckling* No, no I didn’t find anyone there who struck my fancy. I was more focused on the work we did and my training to become as strong as Luffy needs us all to be.

Nami: *nodding* Alright, makes sense. Now, I’ve seen you two talking and laughing a lot, and you probably had plenty of time you could be alone together in Wano… so spill!

Robin: *looking away sheepishly* I have no idea what you mean… Spill about what?

Nami: You and Franky!

*Robin’s head snapped back to look at her friend, confusion twisting her expression*

Robin: Franky?? Nothing at all. We’re as much of friends as anyone else in this crew, and I’ll admit we’ve had some moments of bonding or closeness, but that’s purely formed of our shared experience at Enies Lobby. He is NOT my type.

Nami: *frowning, putting away the cyan nail polish she was going to put on Robin to help encourage the romance* Really? I thought it would be an opposites attract kind of thing.

Robin: That can be the case, but I think we’re just too much of opposites for it to ever work. Even if I do want to break out of my isolated shell and be an expressive part of this crew, I am still a quiet contemplative woman, and he’s just too boisterous for me to handle. And we don’t share the right interests to make up for ones we don’t. I love the past, history and what we don’t remember coming before is my greatest passion. He’s all about the future, innovating and finding the next dazzling step forward. The only thing we have in common aside from being nakama is a connection to Pluton. And I don’t think either of us want to explore that any further.

Nami: Those are some good points. So then, what kind of guy are you looking for? If not a total opposite, then someone who compliments your traits?

Robin: *playfully brushes a lock of Nami’s hair away from her face* Who said I was looking for a guy?~

Nami: Eeeep!~ R-Really? I had no idea!

Robin: Fuhuhuhu~ No, I’m sorry, I’m just teasing~ You’re right, I like a man whose personality pairs well with mine. Now, since you haven’t decided on a color for me, let me help…

*she hands Nami a bottle of dark green nail polish*

Nami: Huh? Wait, this color… HUH???? Him???

Robin: He’s just so fascinating~ And he makes for lovely company if I’m reading while he meditates. Or I can enjoy a little show if I take a book up to the gym…

Nami: *painting Robin’s nails as quickly as she can so she doesn’t have to hear her swoon over Zoro for much longer* Jeez, you think you know a girl…

[just-another-oikawa-kinnie]

Grief.

Adrien knows that feeling, he knows how it feels to cry himself to sleep, to find his mother peering in on his life in his dreams and he knows how he’ll always chase her to the daylight where he knows she’ll fade away. He knows the sleepless nights and the dark hallways. He knows the days under the covers and weeks without eating more than a single real meal.

That’s not what he feels right now though. He can’t feel anything actually. His father was hawkmoth. He lived with a man who desperately tried to kill him on the daily. He lived with a monster in the form of his father, a parasite in his father’s skin, come to light. He’s not sad he’s dead. His father died with his mother. That man was just a mirage after all, a sick man’s dying wish that he follows further and further into the desert. Adrien found no water at his feet, he was dying of thirst right up until he became Chat Noir. He found himself and found the Nile, that river of life, a family of his own. Ladybug, Marinette, Luka, Nino and all his other friends. When he saw his fathers grave he didn't cry, but he couldn't shake that ghost. Then Luka put a hand on his shoulder and Marinette hugged him around the waist. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he let go of that wasteland and embraced the rain.

[windsweptinred]

Anemone ~ what sacrifice got me. Sometimes what you wanted most needed to be paid for in blood.

(I finally got round to adding some colour to this 😁)

[procyonloser]

Abel grimaced, brushing his stomach off. How'd he get here? Why couldn't he fly?

"You're stuck here, with me, baby brother." A voice came, one Abel hadn't heard in thousands of years.

"Cain," Abel said, without looking up. "I don't belong in Hell. I'll get out of here, eventually."

A hand slowly wrapped itself around his throat. "Don't you, though? You lie, you steal, you cheat, you kill - you took all of my offerings, pretending they were yours, to gain favor while I fell by the wayside. You look so sweet, so innocent, but I know the truth about you. I always knew."

Abel looked out across the landscape of outer Pride, as a thumb brushed against his jawline, ever so lightly pushing down pressure. He didn't need to breathe, of course, he was dead, but the threat remained.

His plans had failed, Vox was useless in the end, and his own father...

No, now that he was stuck in hell, and his wings clipped, Abel needed someone else.

"You can try to kill me, but what will mother think?" Abel asked sweetly, and Cain's fingers flinched.

There was one true ruler of Hell and it wasn't Lucifer.

"I think," Cain's voice came from close to his ear. "I'm in her favor, and she'll give you, her greatest disappointment, to me."

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

Previews!

Because I feel I owe them to everyone who is reading An Unwavering Light and is waiting on the next chapter. Below are previews for upcoming chapters! There might be a few here you've seen before, but I've edited them somewhat and chances are they'll be edited again before the chapters comes out.

Let me know what you think of them :D

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“Why did you decide to become a Shinigami?”

It’s meant as an innocent question, one that she’s had on her mind for herself for a while. At Rangiku’s furrowing brows and narrowed eyes, she regrets asking it. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Rangiku shakes her head. “No, it’s fine…” The tone of her voice says otherwise.

Hinamori shakes her head. “Please, you don’t have to answer. Just forget I said anything.”

In the silence that follows Hinamori stares too long at the space between them and Rangiku raps her fingers on the table’s surface.

I had to go and make things awkward, Hinamori chastises herself. We were having such a good time before.

“I was following him.”

Hinamori blinks. “Huh?”

“I became a Shinigami because I was following…Gin.” She lets out a sigh through her nose and pours herself another cup of sake. Hinamori takes a timid sip of her yuzu juice.

“It’s not the only reason," she continues, staring at her reflection in the sake, "I also thought I deserved more than what I had. That should’ve been the main reason, but it wasn’t.” She smiles oddly. “Silly of me, really. I followed a boy who I was never going to catch up to. He was always far ahead of me, out of reach.”

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Hinamori faces away from him, and despite how far away she is and the air and sun wavering, he knows it’s her. He can’t move to her, even though she’s what he’s been looking for this whole time. He can’t…or he won’t?

Hitsugaya doesn’t think on it further when she turns.

She’s so far away he can’t make out her expression. Somehow, though, he knows there’s sadness. He wants her to blame him, but she isn’t. She looks back at him, even as the wind blows through and thunder crackles over their heads. Even as he can sense her smiling at him, shaking where she stands, waiting for him to approach.

He doesn’t dare move an inch forward. He stays where he is, where he belongs.

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The fingers of his right hand ghost over the flesh of his left forearm. It’s completely unblemished, lacking the faint scars he’s known for years. The deep, tiny one on the left side of his wrist, a mission that had gone badly and served as a reminder for him to always be on guard, no matter the circumstances. The circular one on his upper arm, from bring nicked by a Hollow’s claw, and close it was the one that had shrunken over the years, from a bad fall and tumble he had as a child. The one that went from his elbow to loop around to the front of his forearm, a wound from his first days as a seated officer on a mission; it’d gotten so faint it was barely noticeable unless one were looking closely. He traces a finger over where it used be, now gone forever.

After a pause, he touches his left hand. His right hand his calloused, roughed by years of training and battle. The skin of his left is smooth and softer, as if it had never lifted a weapon before or gone to battles. As if all of his training had been for nought. It might as well have been, he couldn’t save her.

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He halts at the reiatsu wafting from the cave entrance. What was she doing here?

He continues slower, footsteps echoing around him. He rounds the corner, and squints at the bright red-orange light flooding in. Through the trees ahead, the sun is setting.

When he steps out he looks to his right, and sure enough, she’s there, leaning against the rocky surface, staring right back at him.

“Matsumoto.” It’s all he can say. Since he last spoke to her, it had been strange between them. Hey exchanged pleasantries, but nothing beyond that.

She straightens, but doesn’t approach him.  The undersides of her eyes are red. Had she been crying?

“I had a feeling you’d be here,” she says. “It’s the same place you used to train when you were seated officer, right?”

Rather than answer her, he asks, “What’re you doing here?”

Her shoulders rise, but she doesn’t sigh like he expects. “To clear my head.”

It feels like only a half answer, but he’ll take it. “How did you know I was here?”

“Old habits.” She says this with a small smile. Her steps scrap against the ground. “It’s a long way out from the Soul Society.”

“To ensure my powers don’t impact on the immediate environment,” he explains.

“And privacy, I’m guessing?”

He concedes with a reluctant nod.

Her smile widens, but it becomes solemn. “It’s a long way to walk back.”

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His frustrated growl echoes around the cave, reverberating off the stalagmites and stalactites he’d conjured up hours ago. Heaving in breaths, he double over and stabs Hyourinmaru into ground with more force than necessary.

Master, this must stop.

Hitsugaya closes his eyes. “What am I missing?” At his zanpaukto’s silence, he tightens his grip on the hilt. “What must I do?”

I can’t answer that. It’s something you must know of your own volition.

He opens his eyes. “Why are you being cryptic?”

Another silence, but this one feels different. He can sense caution, as if afraid to cross a space with broken glass in the way. There’s also a protectiveness, one he hadn’t sensed since he was a student at the Academy. “You’re hiding something.”

His zanpakuto spirit stews in the back of his mind, coiling up tight as if backed into a corner. It is not that you are unworthy of knowing, Master.

Hitsugaya frowns. It hadn’t been the implication, yet Hyourinmaru’s words still strike a cord in him. “Then why are you hiding something from me? Do you not trust me with it?”

It is not that either.

Hitsugaya waits. Mist swirls to nothing around him, his sweat cools against his skin, and ice cracks an crunching around him every few minutes.

You will have to fight me for it.

Hitsugaya’s eyes widen. The last time he fought his zanpakuto’s physical manifestation was when he was training to achieve bankai. His heart races. “I see.”

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Hinamori should leave. Her job was done. Go to Tenth Division, leave the papers on his desk. He knew they were coming, had even left her the helpful note that he was away overseeing a training routine.

Still, her fingers lingered on the pile of documents. There were only ten to complete. It shouldn’t take him more than an hour to review and complete the rest. He may even finish them today and have Rangiku return them to Fifth Division.

Aizen might start to wonder where she is. She was only meant to be gone for fifteen minutes, and ten had already passed. She lifts her fingers away at the thought.

“I need to get back,” she says aloud, just for good measure.

She walked backwards away from Hitsugaya’s desk. Her hands didn’t long on the papers, but her eyes did. Without meaning to, she came to a stop before she can reach the office’s entrance. She let out a loud huff. What’s gotten into me?

She pressed her lips together. Had she really hoped to see him this much?

The thought makes her shoulder fall. Now that she thought about it, outside of her lunch breaks with Aizen her division members, she hardly saw any of her friends these days. It’s the reality of being a lieutenant, and she knew that when she took on the role. She thought she’d be used it by now.

It’s not just that, she knows. It’s that gap, that feeling of their paths diverging, rarely meeting or intersecting. Her gaze gets caught on the glint of his ink brush, oddly left out from the rest of the set.

There was very little she could do to lessen that feeling, but maybe she could show she hasn’t forgotten him. That this would be one of many instances where their path met again.

She strode back to his desk and came around to the other side to pull out his chair. She didn’t sit in it – that somehow felt worse than what she about to do. With some trepidation, she opened the desk’s top draw and pulled out the ink set for the brush, avoiding look at whatever else was in there. From her sleeve, she takes out the spare blank sheet and unfolds it.

The brush, doused in fresh ink, hovers over the page. She knew what she wanted to do, but not what to write. She bit the inside of her lip.

What can I say to him?

Would she have been so speechless if he were here before her? She wanted to see him, so why was nothing coming to mind? She wanted to talk to him about work, and old memories, and…did he like reading anymore? Did he still do his ice sculptures?

Oh…Her heart clenched slightly. It really has been a long time since we last spoke. I can't even remember when that was.

She shook her head. What was she thinking? She couldn’t possibly write everything she wanted to talk to him about. Still, even as she left the simple note, put away the ink set, cleaned his writing brush, and then made her way back to Fifth Division, she kept thinking of turning back to write more.

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She’s everything. He can’t remember when he’d started thinking of her like that. Perhaps he always has, he just never wanted to confront it. Because in doing so, it’d be to know that losing her would break him.

To think one can matter so much they become everything. To think he would have such feelings for another, when he always thought it impossible.

He's cold as ice, and yet she proves otherwise. But then, she always had a way of proving the impossible. The fireworks always scatter and fade away, but somehow, she continued to shine.

[incorrectfussballquotes]

Toni: Thomas is so… Leory: Annoying? Fülle: Cute? Manu: Funny? Joshua: Weird? Toni: I don’t know, maybe if y'all let me FINISH for ONCE IN MY LIFE, I’d tell you!

[3namez3]

Leaving the Leaf

This is what I imagine went through Sasuke's head while leaving the village.(English isn't my first language,sorry for the quality).

"Please" her begging voice echoed in his mind, her beautiful green eyes overflowing with tears. Even with her pink hair curtaining her face, he could see the fear in her eyes. She was weak, pathetic. She claimed to love him, but didn't know anything about him, didn't understand him. Only Naru- no, he wouldn't go there, he couldn't.

His team was weak, they'd only hold him back, emotions weakend them, Itachi had made that painfully clear over and over again. Even after all these years, the endless training and suffering, it still wasn't enough.

He wasn't enough.

Sasuke tightened his pack on his back. He had packed It with only esentials. If a picture of his team hidden there, well- no one was to know.

"There you are, boy." Orochimaru drew the words out. His tongue flicking out, unnaturaly long. Orochimaru's long arms reached out and grabbed him around His shoulders, pulling him closer. He inched His face forward, Sasuke's body tensed expecting another bite, but instead he felt a needle pinch him his arm, he tried to fight it but his conciousness quickly faded.

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Sasuke blinked sluggishly, and tried to move His heavy limbs. He looked around the room, it was bare, his pack was nowhere to be seen. It smelled sterile, almost like a hospital room but It was dark, and so so dark.  There wasn't even a small window to ventilate It.

A test, his first test It appeard.