#idk if i got this right im sorry

[tickletails]

They got me

[kokolattx]

Ren realizing Angel's type changed for the 5th time this week

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

In my demented little head Sir Pentious is getting so many bitches lmao

[klonoadoortophantomile]

uhhh drawing from today =] love these two sm

[harbingersecho]

six fanarts thing - ty to everyone who gave me the chs!!

[st4rstudent]

a quick sketch

[samaspic31]

I know i sound like the “are they gay or are they just standing side by side” post but genuinely jango why are you compelled to get so close. Gay ppl

In conclusion i see no difference with this

Credit to @wolfi-sama

[thelastharbinger]

Tidbits of ATSV That I Enjoyed (Or Alternatively: Just Miles Being The Most Endearing Spidey Ever)

Miles patting The Spot's head after successfully webbing him (I don't see this as condescending, but rather him still engaging with the humanity of a villain like Spot) and ~very assertively~ telling/asking him not to escape.

"I'm like Robin Hood-if he gave to himself."

Miles' spidey senses going off when he arrives late to his dad's party because there's nothing more frightening than Brown parents when they're mad at you. Beware the chancla or correa!

O.k. So we all know there are different versions of the movie out there. You may already know that one of the slight differences is when Miles goes to save Inspector Singh. There's a version where you can hear Gwen's voice in the distant background yelling no! when she thinks Miles gets crushed under the rubble, and there's another where she's silent as she webs to him. Now, I have found ANOTHER version (online) where her shouting is even more at the forefront. She's practically screaming and sounds more desperate, (prolly because it's close to the same way her Peter Parker died so she's reliving trauma) and the fear in her voice is palpable. That one haunts me.

Jefferson trying to equate studying for his police exams to childbirth, which Rio quickly nips in the bud.

Ganke having a soccer poster of Son Heung Min, a famous Korean footballer who currently plays for the Premier League Tottenham Hotspur and is captain of the South Korean national team.

Miles having a Sashimi (his universe's version of Supreme, but I just like the idea that Miles loves eating sashimi. Like I know that kid has good taste in food) poster in his bedroom.

The fact that Miles kept in touch with Aunt May for long enough after the events of ITSV that he helps her move.

The Spot saying he was one of the more handsome scientists at Alchemax according to his colleagues.

Miles and Gwen having the same collectible toys, the only difference being that he keeps his in the box and she doesn't.

"Hey, don't try to wow me with big words, man," *in deep manly voice* "I do crosswords every day"- Miles after Spot points out Alchemax as "the crucible of our connection!"

Miles going, "This job is so dumb sometimes" after he tries to web Spot at the deli, but it goes through a hole and lands on his face.

"Nahhh, he seems more Dominican to me." Kinda want Miles to meet a native Dominican Spidey because that dynamic would highkey fuck hard *pun not intended*. They would repair relations between our two islands-PR&DR.

"Almost there Mami *smiley face* *cowboy* prayer hands*"

The college admissions coach at Visions Academy straight up saying, "That's your story! Now, just stick to the script..." Ma'am what???

"Calmate Mami, eso no es my fault."

"I've hit a lot of different villains with a lot of different food...I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

Miles in his angsty teen era and smart-mouthing everyone around him. Love that for him.

"He almost killed his mom as a baby, I mean, look at those shoulders." No but for real tho. Those shoulders are as wide as a truck. Kim Seokjin who??? (if you understood that reference, ily).

Miles writing a love letter to his dad in 2 cakes.

Gwen at the water tower chowing and saying how feelings make her hungry after her and Miles talked about how they can't be together cause it would end in tragedy. Like Gwen, come again?!

Also, Miles' and Gwen's talk at the Williamsburg Bank Building being lowkey the catalyst for the 2nd/3rd acts of the film. Without them both kind of silently admitting their feelings for each other, Miles probably wouldn't have chased after her the way he did. Pretty sure you know the rest.

"I bet she doesn't even speak Spanish," and Jeff going "Que barbaridad" in his very broken Spanish. Queue Rio's bombastic side eye.

Both Gwen and Miles referring to Spot as a Villain Of The Week, even though neither of them have spoken about Spot to each other.

"I was bitten by a-wouldnt you like to know? Know what I mean?" SIR. Chill. This movie is for children.

The Spot inverting himself, going from a white mass with black spots to a gaping black hole with smaller white spirals. It's giving Junji Ito.

The irony of Pavitr exclaiming, "Well that was another easy adventure for Spider-Man!" right before an incoming canon event. HIS. He was about to experience his first big loss, and his happy-go-lucky nature would've been challenged.

Miguel saying conyo! when all the Spideys start pointing at each other.

"!Cállate!" "Nosy!" Sidebar: we don't talk about Gwen's banter with bad guys enough. She's so funny!

A lot of the Peters saying hi to Gwen as she passes HQ because she is canonically the one lost love--the love interest they all would've ended up with had she not died, so they all have an affection for her.

Web-Slinger going "Giddy up!" Cause he's swinging up.

Miles offering his fresh new takes on how to deal with the Spot upon meeting Miguel, saying "He just wants to be taken seriously. Like we all do." MILES YOU BEAUTIFUL, COMPASSIONATE GOLDEN SUNFLOWER BOY I LOVE YOUUUUU.

Hobie referring to Peter B. as Humbling Reality Spider-Man, which considering how steeped in tragedy the Spidey lore is, is really saying something.

Miguel's nonono no puedo más no puedo más. His misery is very funny and delightful to me. Little bitch ass.

"You know you're the only Spider-Man who isn't funny." Yes! More Miguel slander in the next one, please! Little bitch ass.

"Snitch!"

Miles shouting out Peter's name for help whilst Miguel pins and lays into him the fact that he's an anomaly. This after he momentarily glitches back to his ITSV store-bought suit. Mimicking the way-in also the first movie-Miles shouting out Peter's name for his own rescue as Doc Ock attacks him at the research facility. Because even though he feels hurt by Peter at this point, that's still his dad mentor and he still instinctively looks to him for protection. Rip my heart out why don't you!

Gwen sneaking back into her and her dad's place just to get that printed polaroid of her and Miles, a pic she already has on her phone.

Earth-42 Miles wearing Nike while our Miles wears Jordans.

[spiderwebbd]

Hello PHIGHTING fandom please accept this peace offering in exchange for letting me in your humble community

Alt version of boombox below :]

[alienaiver]

"that's it. i'm removing you from the roster until you've stopped by the doctor."

you look at midoriya in disbelief. unable to keep yourself poised at his final decision, your shoulders slump and the exhaustion washes over you like a wave. he's seen through you.

it's been a year since your near-death experience with an all-too-powerful villain and while shinsou took great care of you during your recovery, something's been off ever since - you haven't been able to put a finger on it, though, so you decided to do what every self-sacrificing hero does: you powered through. until there was no power left to muscle your way out of it. and now it's become visible to others too. you have a feeling shinsou might've ratted you out, but you don't blame him. you'd done the same if it were him.

you get home in a daze and fall face first onto the bed. you don't wake up until you feel the weight shift and the warmth of shinsou's lips touches your cheek. but you don't have the energy to react with more than a hum. your eyelids are so heavy. there's a ringing in your ears but it's so constant that it just feels like a persistent buzz. shinsou says something as he settles behind you, arms wrapping themselves around you. for a while, you think there's silence but he says your name sternly in a voice he only uses when he knows you're not entirely listening to him. huh. you're mostly used to hearing it on the battlefield.

"i'm worried about you."

you sigh and hum, pushing yourself weakly back onto him, "'ve got a doc's appointment..... tomorrow."

he kisses the crown of your head, "okay... okay, good."

he's drawing soft circles into your arm and you drift away again. he wakes you when there's dinner and you perk up again slightly, but not enough to make him stop worrying his lip between his teeth. you fall asleep fifteen minutes into a movie later that night.

you put on your shoes and lock the door behind you, putting the keys in your pocket as you turn for the stairs at the end of the hall. you really wish there'd been an elevator in your building right now. as you walk down the steps, your feet feels heavier but you chalk it up to be your shoes. it's the sneakers you don't wear that often, but it's too cold for sandals today. you shrug it off and just concentrate more on walking.

the doctor goes through your symptoms with you but there's hardly any, you reassure her. you're just so exhausted no matter how many hours you sleep. she warns you that you may be sleeping too much. you agree with a laugh - you don't remember ever sleeping so many hours, having been an insomniac your entire youth. she does some blood tests and sends you home, saying you'll be called in when the answers are back.

the days that pass are all a blur. without your shifts at the agency, time becomes fuzzy around the edges. you don't have to get up, so you just stay in bed, since you've been told you need to rest anyways. on the third day you wake up to several notes on the bedside table, the bathroom mirror and the kitchen counter and fridge from shinsou with various reminders about eating and drinking properly and where he's stocked some snacks and prepped some food for you to reheat easily. you chuckle and shake your head at his antics. you're just tired, is all. the headaches comes with the job, you remind yourself as you try to gently massage out the tension in your neck to relieve your pounding head. he might be right about the water intake - you grab the cold bottle he's put in the fridge for you and brings it with you to the bed.

"i think you should call and ask if they've gotten the answers yet." shinsou says matter-of-factly and you nod, "yeah, it has been a few days. but it's the weekend, right? i'll call on monday." and that ends the conversation.

monday comes but you forget to call, even if you've been determined to do so. by the time you remember, the office is closed for the day. you sigh heavily and fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. you prepare the apology for shinsou on your tongue before you drift off.

tuesday morning your phone rings - several times. you finally reach out and pick up, thinking it's shinsou.

"i do apologize for the wait. the doctor unfortunately had to take some time off last week, but we have your results. will you be able to come in today?"

you agree, dragging yourself up. there's more energy in you today, but it should've been way more given the intense rest you've been having. you put on one of shinsou's hoodies and a pair of sweats before you drag yourself to the kitchen to grab a bite.

turns out, you suffer from anemia. an intense, prolonged form and need medication as soon as possible. shinsou's livid when he comes home and gets the news, angry that it has been missed when the agency periodically keeps an eye on their heroes' health. you sit on the chair with your hands folded like a child being scolded and try to laugh it off, "come on now, hito. i just need to take some medication and i'll be fine. the usual blood tests the past year haven't covered that - even if they should, i know," you hurry to add, "but i'll be fine, i promise."

shinsou sighs and his whole body slumps, leaning against the table you're sitting by. you take his hand, "i'm okay."

he visibly relaxes but there's something he's holding back. you've been together since high school, so you can read him like a book. you squeeze his hand, "open up."

he clicks his tongue with furrowed brows before he opens his mouth, "you've had these symptoms for months. why didn't you tell me?"

you look at the ground, guilt written on your face. mostly, because you don't have a proper answer to give him. you don't know why you didn't - the symptoms had all been sneaking up on you, snaking their way into your body quietly and suddenly it'd just become so chronic that you'd normalized it. you let out an apology and he squeeze your hand back, "it's okay to not have an answer. but please, can we be mindful of things like this in the future?"

you smile at him, "only if you continue to make the little post-it notes. they're adorable - especially your small doodles of dogs."

shinsou hides his face in his hands with a groan, "they were cats."

[duncanor]

Wait, I was thinking back on that backstory we got on Legato in Trimax and for all the inhuman and dead right cruel things Knives does throughout the story, it never really clicked with me why Knives chose Legato as his right hand.

Legato never got a number in opposition to the other henchmen and was actually saved by knive himself when he was a kid. When I first read it, I took it at face value that it was for his power, that he was just useful.

But it just hit me how similar Legato and Knive actually are in terms of shared trauma. It's different sure, but at its core they both got broken to their core by the utter cruelty of the human race and felt completely betrayed by them. That specie was beyond redemption to them.

Knives, for all his big talks about not caring about any humans which he thought of as inferior pest that needed to be annihilated at all cost, his henchmen included, still saw himself in Legato and made him his second.

He put all his trust in him and made him fight his own brother, he trusted unto him his lifelong goal, breaking Vash from his ideals and Legato ended up (kinda but not really) succeeding to prove to knive he was worth, an equal of sorts.

In a way, Knives and Legato really parallel Vash and Wolfwood in a very very sick and twisted way.

Knives and Legato chose a path of complete destruction and pain and solitude BECAUSE of humanity's cruelty.

Vash and Wolfwood chose a path toward change, redemption and healing DESPITE the cruelty.

ON A SILLIER AND LESS ACCURATE NOTE, i think it was really funny of those space daffodils to call it even once they killed each others boyfriends.

[glitchpirate]

April’s VSArtParty batch!

Aether: @flower-crow

Carduus: @siins

Lily and Ray: @drewcakemix

Seong Jin: @awakenedsylvari

Luqqah: I sadly don’t know, someone please help out ;w;

IDs in alt!

Sorry for the inconsistent everything sdjkfshkj

[romansmartini]

if i was david jenkins i would tweet the tv tropes page defining bury your gays and then turn off my phone

[cerealmonster15]

Intrigue at First Sight [JamiAzu]

[Ao3 Link]

Summary: Azul takes notice of Jamil in their first year at NRC.

“Beauty” was never really something that Azul had a personal interest in. He could appreciate it, sure, but he never really found himself particularly seeking out such frivolous affairs. Really, if something were to catch Azul’s eye, it would have to be something really special.

Or, perhaps, someone.

Azul prided himself on coming to class early to ensure he would always be on time. He had appearances to keep up and grades to maintain, after all. Tardiness was out of the question, and arriving early also gave him the chance to study each of his classmate’s faces as they slowly trickled in up until the last second. When in a line of work such as Azul’s, where socialization and schmoozing were crucial skills, it was important to remember as many faces as soon as possible after meeting someone. Networking was everything, and it was far more impressive the quicker you could recall an acquaintance.

This was, of course, how Azul Ashengrotto first took notice of Jamil Viper. It wasn’t like Jamil dressed particularly outstanding when he came to class- it was quite the opposite, really. Azul probably wouldn’t have noticed him at all, had he not been taking a mental inventory of his classmates. Jamil wore a simple hooded sweatshirt paired with his school uniform, and he kept to himself as he came through the doors just a few minutes before class started. This was a pattern Azul picked up on in the first week of classes, as it helped to know the habits of familiar faces around him… Jamil, like clockwork, came into class just a few minutes before starting. He was never early, he was never late, and he kept to himself. His eyes stayed focused ahead and his head was slightly bowed when he walked. 

And he was very, very pretty. 

-

Jamil was scarcely spotted on his own once Kalim transferred to NRC a few months after the school year began. If Jamil wasn’t in class, he was making his way to or from Kalim’s side. At first glance, one might think they were the best of friends with how inseparable they were, but it really didn’t take a genius to look past the surface. Sure, the two grew up together, and sure, Kalim adored Jamil and was always quick to refer to him as his absolute best friend!

But Jamil was a servant doing his job, and as much love as Kalim had to give to the world around him…

Well, anyone could see there was something complicated going on there. 

“Do you mind pairing up with me for the lab assignment today?” Azul asked as he approached Jamil in the hallway one afternoon on the way to his next class.

Jamil turned to Azul with a neutral expression and nodded politely, his clear gray eyes meeting Azul’s. “Sure, I don't mind.”

Jamil was much more polite and agreeable the first handful of times Azul interacted with him during their first year at NRC. 

“You know, it’s not every day that I see you by yourself outside of class,” Azul said as they walked the rest of the way to the lab room. “It’s nice to have a moment to speak with you on your own and get to know you more.”

Jamil faced forward as they continued through the hallway. “There’s not much more to know, really,” he said simply. “And it is my duty to stay by Kalim’s side as his aid. If you're looking for a lively conversation, you’re better off approaching him instead, really.”

Azul chuckled. “I’m sure you have plenty to offer in conversation.”

“Well, I’ll suggest that you not get your hopes up.”

“Why don’t you join us for lunch?” Azul continued. “You’re on the basketball team with Floyd, aren’t you? I’m sure he’d love to have a chance to talk with you off the court, as well.”

That was… potentially true, but Floyd’s attitude towards talking to other classmates highly depended on his mood… And so would his definition of “talk”. Azul didn’t think it was important to dwell on such minor details in the current moment, though. 

Jamil raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m surprised you knew that. He and I haven’t really spoken much before, and though I’m… very aware of his presence, I’m not sure he’s noticed mine.”

I’ve noticed you, Azul stops himself from saying. “Then a lunch together is the perfect place to start, don’t you think?” He says instead. 

He also realizes that he’s been trying to meet Jamil’s eyes this whole time, but they’re arriving at their seats, and Jamil will no longer look at him. Azul’s eyes drop from the side profile of Jamil’s face and instead follow where his hands have gone to his shoulder, pulling back his long, silky hair in preparation for their lab assignment. It looked healthy and well-kept, and Azul wondered how long Jamil spent styling it every morning with how many intricate braids and decorations he weaved within. 

“Sorry, but I have to make lunch for Kalim, anyway.”  Was Jamil’s response, and it sounded rehearsed, like this wasn’t the first time words have left his mouth, nor would it be the last. 

“He could join us, of course,” Azul insisted. 

“No, that’s alright. thank you.”

Azul opened his mouth to continue debating, but had to resign himself when Crewel entered the room and began class. 

-

“I could help you study next time, if you’d like.”

Jamil looked up from where he sat alone - another rare moment that Azul found himself hurrying to take advantage of - and scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “...Sorry?”

Azul nodded to one of the papers laying on the table in front of him. It was their latest history of magic test, with a score of 70% written at the top. A score Azul often noted whenever he caught a glimpse of Jamil’s returned assignments. 

Jamil sighed and shook his head. “...As kind as you are to offer, I’ll pass.”

“Oh, but I insist!” Azul said, stepping closer to lean against the side of the table. He smiled ever-so-charitably down at Jamil. “We’re classmates, are we not? Why, it would break my heart to stand idly by when my fellow student is in need. I’m sure we could work something out together…”

Jamil peered back up at him, his expression as neutral as ever, but his eyes… Azul often wasn’t close enough to see them in detail, but when he got a good look, it was hard to look away. They were a stormy shade of gray, and had a tendency to pull Azul in closer… and closer…

“…Um,” Jamil leaned back slightly, furrowing his brows yet again. “No, thanks.”

Azul quickly straightened his posture and cleared his throat, suddenly all too aware of his unusually close proximity to his classmate. “…Right. Of course. Do let me know if you change your mind.” He turned to leave, glancing over his shoulder to look at Jamil one more time. “My door is always open to you.”

“Thank you, but you should really save that offer for those who actually need it,” Jamil responded. “I’m just fine as I am.”

Azul noticed that Jamil's polite smile did not reach his eyes.

-

Moments ago, Jamil was on the ground, unconscious after a heavy, blot induced battle. Azul remained by his side the entire time after he went down, waiting, watching…

He felt himself breathe a sigh of relief when the familiar sight of those pretty, stormy eyes returned.

No more overblot, no more corruption. Just Jamil.

And now, Jamil stood in front of Azul, a familiar scowl plastered across his face - a look Azul had come to know with great familiarity in their more recent months of knowing each other. His expression of discontent deepened with every word out of his mouth, telling Azul exactly what he thought of his invitation for Jamil to join forces with him in Octavinelle. 

Unfiltered, unfriendly, fully authentic Jamil. He was sour, bitter, angry… and each stinging word he spat out only filled Azul’s chest with an intrigued, excited flutter in his chest. This was a new side of Jamil, something he knew was hiding under the surface, he just hadn’t been sure what he would find or how long it would take to uncover… But Azul was right, ultimately. Jamil WAS interesting. He was special, hiding much more underneath the surface… he’d been a worthy subject to keep an eye on over the growing years.

“Goodness. That’s a rather staging rebuke,” Jade said with a wide grin aimed at Azul in response to Jamil’s verbal thrashing.

Azul chuckled, an equally amused smile spread across his own face. “I don’t mind.”

In fact, Azul was quite sure he liked Jamil better this way. He was more authentic, free…

And just as beautiful as ever.

[not-souleaterpost]

Heard something about Soul Eater trending on tiktok or something (Im old so I dunno if its true) with some trend/meme/fad - and it made my wonder in my conspiracy prone mind:

Is this a sign that the anime reboot is actually happenening?

But I know it sounds like I'm joking and I am partly but I remember things like that Napoleon "there is nothing that we can do" meme started to appear just before the first trailers for the Ridley Scott Movie dropped, or personally experienced getting into an music band just before an out of the blue anouncment for an album happened.

I dunno, I think it will happen either way someday, no matter how crazy I am - and then maybe its better to be sooner so I can finally get this thing behind me and stop harrasing people with the eternal truth that the og anime was better than the manga (cause they'll see with their own eyes!!!!!!)

[puppyeared]

I want to believe this is how they found Hunter