#idk man this came to me in a Vision

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

does anyone remember the fairy tale where a girl has this magical gift given to her by a witch where every time she says a word, either a flower or a gold coin (depending on which version) falls from her mouth?

you can make a ghostsoap au out of that

[ruins-and-rewritez]

Nina: it's just...the way he looks at you

Inej:...and how is it that he looks at me

Nina: I don't know, it's like he wants to carve out your heart and sew it in his chest just so he can feel it beat with his or something...it's just intense

[yaspup9000]

I don’t celebrate Christmas, however I did this cuz I like Rudolph and how he’s autistic coded to me.

this can be perfect for Autism acceptance month as well! Tell me your thoughts

[junkh3ad]

au where nathan and pickles meet in rehab and they both complain to each other about how much being sober fucking blows but they also heal together and grow as people. And then it ends tragically because i’m fucked in the head and i need the angst.

[yesthefandomfreakblr]

Gregor trying to teach Ares about scrimblo, scrunkly, blorbos, femme fatale and tumblr babygirl etc by categorizing everyone they know. They have a chalkboard.

[windwenn]

Is this anything

[ho-ho-homosxual]

“Death is a one way road” WELL GUESS WHAT BITCH I BOUT TO GET PULLED THE FUCK OVER

-Remus Sanders, probably

[daredevilartist]

guys guys, tartaglia in a jockstrap

thoughts?

[bat-luun]

xiv: im dyke braad: im faggotry THE SLIMECICLE BROTHERS

[leafiion]

geara I have feelings for you. most of them are incomprehensible though

[mintjeru]

ok hear me out. neuvillette in hydro dragon form but he's a small seahorse/seadragon like hatori from fruits basket

[pearlwingdraws]

[10000-paper-nohara-rins]

It's late. Even underground, in the winding labyrinth of tunnels beneath Konoha where no natural light falls, Danzo can tell. There's a scent to the air.

Normally, he works through these quiet hours with the same dedication that he carries at all times. Tonight, however, his stacks of paperwork have all been meticulously combed through, signed, and filed. No one needs his attention. Nothing is wrong.

Danzo picks up his cane and begins the trek back to his old clan compound. He does not visit often. He is usually busy. He is not busy tonight.

His bones ache with a sort of weariness that denotes no real problem. He has learned to ignore this sort of pain. He ascends out of the tunnels, not bothering to muffle the sound of his footsteps with chakra.

He does not blink when he comes out to Konoha's streets. It is just as dark out here as it was in the tunnels. It is late out. A glance at the thin, crescent moon puts the time somewhere around 1.

Danzo makes his way past shopfronts, apartments, and fields. His memory of the layout of the village is annoyingly spotty. The streets have changed too much since the Kyuubi's attack, and he does not spend much time in them.

He walks past Hokage tower. The light in Hiruzen's office is on, casting a dim, yellow glow into the air. Danzo does not stop to see him. Soft, tender moments would ruin the sparks between them. He cannot think of anything more unappealing than stopping to relearn everything about the man who puts poison in his tea once a week.

He used to know Hiruzen. It was a mistake. A good shinobi does not have time for sentiment. Teamwork is a strength- relationships are weaknesses.

He wanders the streets for what seems like an eternity, a ghost in the village he has given and will give everything for. He does not regret it. He does not regret anything. He has done everything right.

Like the dull, distant pain in his hip, something tugs at his gut. Danzo ignores it. He knows what he is protecting. He knows why he does the things he does. He does not regret it.

He does not look back at the light in Hiruzen's office. The hair on his neck prickles- he can feel Hiruzen's gaze, how it carefully avoids him, observing the street around him, but not Danzo. A good shinobi has no time for sentiment. Hiruzen may be starting to fall apart in his old age, but lessons he learned alongside Danzo decades ago still stick to him like wet, rotting leaves.

Danzo finds his way to the Shimura Compound. There are heaps of fertilizer sitting in the garden, ready to be mixed into the soil. The smell of rotting leaves dances around the smell of the night. Crickets, hiding in bushes of nightshade, chirp a quiet, steady song.

The siding of the buildings in the compound is all pristine, brown and orange and achingly unfamiliar. Danzo knows how to ignore aches that do not matter. There are twelve in total, each housing one or two families. Danzo knows every name and face of his clan. He has met sparingly few of them.

He does not miss them. He does not miss the way he used to live. He creeps into the house in the center of the compound, past the rooms where the clan head and her four nephews sleep, into his old, dusty office. He will rest here, for the night, only because there is nothing else for him to do.

Danzo reaches across old scraps of paper with shaky writing and sloppy drawings and turns on his old lamp. A dim, yellow glow fills the room. He leans back in his chair. His hip aches. His hands shake. He does not regret anything, but quietly, because there is nothing else to do, he allows himself to feel very, very bad.

The lamp burns, and the leaves rot, and the crickets chirp. Dim yellow light slips through the window and paints stripes through the garden of poisonous plants. Danzo rests, and lets himself ache, and the night drags on.

[somelazyassartist]

Ough I need to avoid my TAZ shelf when I'm tired, because reminding myself that The Adventure Zine and the graphic novels are right next to each other and how painful some of the differences between them are legitimately gives me a migraine. That and my eyes are weird so looking at comics for too long just does that anyways but I digress

[my-blooming-darling]

don’t let him fool you, he totally squeezed you after you took this photo (and he didn’t give the cardigan back)

also here’s the leech twins together bc it would feel wrong to separate them