#i'm sorry for this

[hootybal-lecter]

gaslight 

gatekeep

goncharov

[wombywoo]

Just laying some ground rules because in this past week I've seen more nonsense™️ than I have in my entire online experience thus far and this wombat's just about had it🤦‍♀️

starting with #1--if you see my stolen art (or anyone's art for that matter) on pinterest DO NOT repost that art on social media. like AT ALL. period.

#2--STOP tagging VA's in my twitter posts. If I wanted them to see it, I'd do it myself. this just reads like you're the one that wants attention, and it's annoying. bye.

#3--whatever this shit is.

the audacity of not only reposting art, but running it through a tween-idol filter ??? If you can't handle my boy's raw, unchiseled anglo saxon jawline, then gtfo 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

finally #4--DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF MAKING AI ART!!! I can't even fathom how you've reached this conclusion, but making a callout post about me where you claim you have 'proof' is the most ludicrous thing you could've done for yourself mate, because if you want proof, then how's this:

just an example of hundreds of digital artworks I've made in the past...6-ish years?? maybe before AI was even a thing..🤔

Anyway--kindly get the fuck of my lawn 📣📣📣

[promises-of-paradise]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT:

All of these edgy science fiction / fantasy novels about overthrowing evil empires and then becoming the very thing that you sought to destroy and the main character ending up as bad as the regime they overthrew and all that, you know?

You could very easily make a dramatised version of the life of Napoleon Bonaparte, transplant it into generic fantasy evil empire world, change the names of the historical figures to fictional names, and all the tumblrinas would eat that up.

Picture this: Napoleon Our protagonist is born the second child in a large family on Corsica generic fantasy island, is sent to a military academy in France evil empire, and begins to rise through the ranks of the army. A revolution occurs, in which the French evil empire monarchy is overthrown, and our protagonist, a supporter of the revolution, fights for the revolutionary government against royalist uprisings and the first coalition other evil empires. Along the way, our protagonist becomes increasingly powerful, as well as being an absolute slut. After a series of military campaigns, our protagonist, seeing the corruption of the directory new evil government, stages a coup and becomes first consul generic fantasy leader. However, over the course of the book, our protagonist has acquired a huge ego and lost many morals, and ends up themself the emperor of France fantasy kingdom. "Morally grey" shenanigans ensue. (Of course, our protagonist would have many many love interests, such as Josephine de Beauharnais hot milf, Jean-Andoche Junot hot best friend, and Tsar Alexander I enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-again.) (Main character would be characterised as being the most pathetic little person to ever exist who is frequently bullied for being quirky and not-like-other-girls)

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

I think Kayne should make references to songs that haven't been made yet in the 30's then completely ignore how confused Arthur and John are

[sinsmockingbird]

I'm in an angst Era I guess, because I keep have angsty ideas. This one is for Himeko x Mara Struck!Reader x Kafka.

WARNINGS: Descriptions of Reader death

When the deal is made between Himeko and Kafka, the Stellaron Hunter will be brought to you on the Astral Express (without the others knowing). Your lying your guys shared bed, writhing in pain with light shean of sweat lining your body. Eyes squeezed closed, muttering under your breath as the Mara tears apart your mind.

Himeko stands off to the side, fear for you coursing through her body. She watches as Kafka sits gently on the bed (the same bed the two had spent nights together on so long ago). She rises a hand up to gently cup your face, making you whine as you struggle to open your eyes.

As soon as your eyes meet, all you can hear, feel, touch, taste, and see is Kafka. The Mara is rushed away, and for once in so long you feel... at ease.

After the moment Kafka uses her Spirit Whisper on you, things change quite a bit. Your no longer just Himeko's but the Stellaron Hunters as well. You almost never go a night without one or both women with you, sharing you.

Himeko feels an aching in her heart whenever she sees Kafka with you, or says goodbye when you leave with the hunter when the Mara begins to creep back in. So many old wounds are reopened, but the woman breaths in and takes it. She did this for you, the person she loves, and she doesn't regret it.

Kafka only uses you for her own pleasure and when she's feeling an itch to make Himeko hurt just a little bit. This is a game, a game she's running, a game playing with Himeko who watches helplessly as the spider drags you farther and farther into her web. At least it's all like that in the start for you.

Things change as time goes on and she learns more about you. For once, in a very very long time, Kafka feels her cold heart begin to beat again when she's with you. She starts to actually care for you.

When that happens, Kafka stops using you as just a plaything. She stops wanting to hurt Himeko and actually help her truly care for you. In such a long time, something blossoms between the two again, and this time your with them.

But happiness can only last for so long...

The Mara inside you comes back with a vengeance and a purpose. It comes back so heavily that Kafka's Spirit Whisper breaks and your truly lost to the corrosion in your brain.

You attack, bloodthirsty to the core, seeking the need to kill and kill and kill. Your not you anymore when you swing your weapon at the members of the Astral Express.

You don't hear them pleading for you to stop and snap out of it, you don't even hear Himeko crying and begging for you to come back to her. Your gone, and she begins to realize that with a quickly breaking heart as you lunge towards her, ready to give a killing blow.

But it doesn't come to Himeko.

Your falling to your knees as a blade pierces your chest, the life in your eyes quickly dying as you slump to the ground lifeless. Himeko let's out an agonized cry at the sight, quickly falling to her knees and cradling your body in her arms. She looks up to see who killed you, sucking in a sharp breath.

Kafka stands over you two, her blade stained red with your blood, clattering to the ground out of her hand. She's silent, but tears are falling from her face, pure agony clear in her eyes at the realization that she had just killed you... that she killed one of two people she truly loved.

It hurts. There's nothing but pain for them both.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

"The hat stays ON during sex!" - Lucifer, probably

[murderofcrow]

don't worry, he's looking respectfully 👀

[kmesons]

"in the kitchen, the faucet starts to drip."

[just-another-siimp]

Lets get this Bread. 141 x Platonic!Reader

This is inspired by my sudden urge to make, proof and bake bread 2 hours before my shift started. It's short and rushed but any reblogs are appreciated <3 Warnings: Bread.. so much bread. Reader is stressed which is stressing the boys out. Lets pretend the base has an oven.

It starts out small, one or two loaves of bread made at the beginning of the week. The smell of fresh bread even coaxing Price out of his office, a rare sight with the amount of paper work he had to do.

Normally within 20 minutes of the bread being out of the oven everyone's visited the kitchen to grab themselves a slice, you swear you see Ghost drooling as the butter melts over the warm bread.

A loaf never lasts long with him and Johnny around.

Gaz likes his with raspberry jam

Price is an old man and puts marmalade on it, you've started calling him paddington bear as a result. He hates it.

Laswell gets her own loaf to take home to her wife.

It's not an issue until Soap catches you elbow deep in bread dough, flour on your cheek and nose. He laughs at you, makes you tea and wait until it's gone through its first proof before going to bed.

The next time you're caught in the early hours of the morning it's Price, unimpressed by your sleeping form slumped over the kitchen counter especially with the loaf steadily rising in the oven.

That was when they started noticing you were baking instead of sleeping, purposely keeping yourself up. With 5 loaves in the pantry something had to be done.

Ghost caught you creeping into the kitchen one night, instead of baking he took you back to bed and stayed til you fell asleep.

Gaz offers to watch a movie with you before he goes to bed, makes you tea and brings snacks. He never complains when you doze off on his shoulder.

Johnny is a trouble maker, he always enables you. He helps you make 4 loaves of bread in one night, then he makes you spar the next morning. Your arms have regrets.

[celestialastronmy]

Max and Chloe are two halves of a whole, completing and complementing each other like yin and yang, their personalities acting as both a mirror and a counterbalance. In their relationship, we see their differences and similarities, creating a fascinating dynamic, contributing significantly to the depth of their bond.

Max, the quieter of the two, is thoughtful, cautious, and introverted. She has a contemplative nature, preferring to observe and analyze situations before acting. Max is a keen observer, capturing the world in photographs - a symbolism of her tendency to view life from the sidelines. Her introversion leads her to internalize her feelings, often creating a wall between her and the rest of the world.

In contrast, Chloe is loud, impulsive, and extroverted. She is a whirlwind of emotions, expressing her feelings without filter, a trait that sometimes leads her into trouble. She is the action to Max's contemplation, the spoken word to Max's silent thought. Her rebellious streak and her constant need for adventure often push Max out of her shell, forcing her to live in the moment rather than observing it from a distance.

Though these differences are stark, they are also the fulcrum of their relationship. Chloe's impulsivity often drags Max into situations she would never voluntarily walk into, forcing Max to face her fears, grow, and evolve. Max, on the other hand, acts as Chloe's anchor, grounding her when her emotions threaten to spiral out of control. She is the voice of reason in Chloe's chaotic world, providing stability and a reminder of consequences.

While their differences balance them, their similarities draw them closer. Both Max and Chloe are dealing with their share of grief and loss - Max with her guilt over abandoning Chloe and Chloe with the grief of losing her father and Max's sudden departure. This shared pain becomes a silent bond between them, a thread that ties them together. They understand each other's sorrow, providing a safe space for each other to grieve and heal.

Furthermore, their shared history and mutual understanding allow them to accept each other's flaws. Max doesn't judge Chloe's rebellious streak, knowing it's a result of the pain she's been through. Similarly, Chloe understands Max's introversion and fear of confrontation, always pushing her to break boundaries but also being there to catch her when she falls.

In essence, Max and Chloe's relationship is a beautiful interplay of contrasts and similarities. Their differences act as a balance, keeping each other from going too far off their respective edges. Their similarities, on the other hand, act as a magnet, drawing them closer and creating a profound understanding.

This dynamic contributes significantly to the depth of their relationship. It is in their differences that they find growth, in their similarities that they find comfort, and in their acceptance of each other that they find love. Max and Chloe's relationship is a testament to the power of understanding, acceptance, and balance.

[zadig-fate]

who was it who wanted a closer look at the sun on his butt

[idliketobeatree]

my girlies (gn). are we even ready for Michael Sheen to swap his sparkling heart-eyes and softest smiles for haunted looks of profound heartache with barely contained lust in the same character. because uh. I don't think I am

[symphonyofsilence]

Do you ever think about how high Five's hopes must have gotten when he didn't find Ben's corpse among the corpses of the rest of his siblings when he first jumped into the apocalypse before he read Viktor's book to find out that Ben has died years ago?

& do you think about how he didn't get the chance to live the remaining years with him & say goodbye & he had last seen him mere hours ago-if it even took that long- on the breakfast table, alive and kicking if only a bit uncomfortable?

[septennial]

she wears long robes, I wear armor she's a literal goddess and I'm just a tiefling

[azuresins]

The Butler who polishes and minds the silver of the house is referred as the Silverman, or the 'Silver Butler.' The title of the series then becomes all the more clever... but I'm also angry because that means even the title by itself, is a Sebastian oriented pun. I think we all knew that it was right, but it's the extent of how clever it is, that makes me insane. My understanding is that 'Kuro' doesn't only refer to black as a shade, it refers to darkness, gloom, shadow, ect. It's a pun that's a tad too difficult to translate into english or explain properly in just a title alone... but I see it, Yana, I get it. If a Silver Butler minds the silver, then pray tell, what would Sebastian mind if he were called the Black Butler. The Butler who minds and manages the Darkness. ... (slamming my fist on my desk) It's so good. It's so clever. It's almost too clever. I simultaneously love it and hate it, forever.

[janesurlife]

Charles left his radio on while overtaking Carlos as you can hear him breathing until Ferrari kindly asks him to turn his radio off.