#im on mobile rn but

[hustlerose]

loomer gf

always looming

portentious

only wears black

"the final hour draws near"

hiding in the shadows

"a terrible fate awaits you"

raspy voice

tall and grim-faced

won't let you think straight

"i need to consult the bones"

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers More Character Song SKiT Dolce Character Message Cards

EDIT: The cards have all been translated by the wonderful @otomehonyaku ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡. You can find the translations for the M bros here, and the S bros here!

Do NOT repost the scans anywhere!

[thedisablednaturalist]

hey so I just learned that my building has transport chairs available during emergencies that can go up and down stairs so people who are disabled or otherwise unable to move on their own will still be able to evacuate. I do believe 2 people have to assist you depending on the chair but I'm gonna ask for more info from the emergency response person.

I had no idea these existed, and if they aren't already why the fuck aren't they required in every building with stairs???

[biolumien]

Hey :) I just found your blog and I love your writing style, so I was wondering if you'd write for Windbreaker's Suo or Kaji? If yes, may I request a hurt/comfort (or angst to fluff) where the reader is in love with him (if you write for both, I'll let you choose, who you want to write for), but doesn't know he also likes her, so when she sees a girl flirting with him, she just leaves, wanting not to interrupt, before she can see he's turning the girl down. And he later comes to find her somehow? Idk, just an idea. If you don't feel like writing it, don't stress yourself out. Either way I'm looking forward to your future stories!

notes: tysm for your kind words; i decided to write suo! it’s a lil’ light on the angst and more a cute drabble, or at least it is for my standards… but i hope it’s still good. ik you used she/her in your request but i tend to write gender neutrally? just to be more inclusive overall so i hope that’s okay as well… please enjoy! 🙂‍↕️

a token of your affections

hayato suo x gn!reader no warnings apply. suo's a smooth operator. or something. word count: 1090

there’s no mistaking that suo is the kind of guy who gets flighty with everyone. layers of charm, artificial or not, built up around him to create the aura of someone utterly untouchable. unknowable.

but it was that suave charm of his that made you fall in love with him. he spoke kindly and gently to everyone, of course–but it always seemed like he saved a little bit of it for you. an extra sweet glance, a small smile, all so you could hold it to your chest. you could cradle the perfect jewel of his affection. what color would it be, you wonder.

it was the kind of love that got people to write sappy letters. you thought you might, at some point. but all the same, you were a little afraid of what he might say. would he smile at you the same way, with that same kindness and gentleness, before delivering the hard-hitting truth that he just didn’t feel the same way? what would you do then? what was there to do, if he did that? 

you could always die of a broken heart, you thought to yourself. that was always the other option.

you and suo frequently walked home together—the two of you lived relatively close, so it was no surprise. suo’s gaze was fixed up ahead, humming a soft tune. 

“suo,” you say. 

“mm? you know you can call me hayato, you know. it’s just us. i don’t mind.” suo smiles at you as he always does—quiet and patient. 

“it feels weird,” you protest. “everyone else at school just calls you suo.” 

“mm, that’s true. but i’ve trusted you with my name! it’s a big honor, you know. not everyone get that from me,” suo says, tapping his bottom lip contemplatively. “but what’s on your mind?” 

“mm.” you glance at the road, at a street cat skulking through an alleyway for a moment. “are you interested in anyone right now, suo?”

“oh-ho?” suo’s eyebrows raise, the smile on his face growing wider ever-so-slightly. “hmm… what’s got you interested in that?”

you flush, looking away.

“none—none of your business,” you mutter. 

“but it is my business!” suo crows, leaning close to you. you take a sudden step back in alarm, practically stumbling over yourself as suo catches you with lightning-fast reflexes, cradling your back in his arms. “careful now. wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” 

“…” your face feels like it’s burning. “suo, i wasn’t gonna fall that badly.” 

“just making sure,” suo says, righting you. “but like i said—it is my business, since you’re asking about my personal life.” he smiles, tapping his lower lip again. “but… to answer your question, then—no comment.” 

“what? hey!” you protest, but he laughs, putting his hands behind his head as he walks off. 

you think you get your answer, though. 

as furin’s daily patrols end, you stand at the school gate, waiting for suo to show. you wait for about fifteen minutes—and then you frown. he’s usually more punctual than this—hell, half the time he’s the one waiting for you at the gate. where could he possibly be? 

as you head back into the building to look for him, you hear—

“please go out with me!” 

your eyes widen as you peek into the heavily graffitied classroom. suo’s back was turned to you, so you couldn’t see his face, but the girl was holding out some kind of folded envelope to him, and your face flushes and your eyes feel like they’re burning too. hell, they might as well just set you on fire right now, or maybe see if self-immolation was still a thing. 

“mm…” suo’s voice lilts. you curse the man you love, for a moment—for the fact that his voice sounds sweet no matter what, that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking at any moment. “well—”

there’s roaring in your ears. 

you rush off before you can hear suo’s answer, cursing yourself the entire time.

of course you weren’t the only one that liked him—there was a myriad amount of admirers he could have. of course he wouldn’t choose you first—and your mind flickers back to the affections he gave you, the weight of his gaze and the smiles that you’d wanted to keep for yourself. 

you were so, so stupid, you think bitterly as you rush out of the school, trying desperately to hide tears that were now trickling down your face. the last thing you wanted were rumors that you were crying over suo, in any case.

why would you care if suo was dating someone else that wasn’t you? why did you care that someone confessed to him before you got to? why did you curse yourself so much for not getting there quicker? were you going to lose hi—

“wait.” 

suo’s hand clasps your wrist, and you nearly topple back into him—and then you do, losing your footing and slamming fully into his chest. he exclaims in surprise, but manages to right himself. you look up.

“what, suo? don’t you have a girl who confessed to you already?” you ask weakly.

suo’s eye widens.

“so it was you,” he says softly, a teasing smile on his face. “it’s rude to eavesdrop.”

“rude to—why aren’t you answering my question?” you ask, somehow angry for an absurd reason you can’t even fathom.

“hm? i turned her down,” suo says. “told her i’ve already got someone i’m fully interested in.”

“huh?” you blink up at him. “who—”

suo leans his head down to kiss you, interrupting your words. the kiss is soft, short, and sweet—but bears with it the same kindness, the same precious jewel of love that you wished you might be able to keep.

“it’s you,” he says as he parts from the kiss. “it’s always been you.”

and as you blink up at him, you think the tears start falling. suo laughs fondly.

“i thought i was obvious about it,” suo says. “i let you call me by my first name and everything.”

“you weren’t obvious enough,” you protest.

“hmm. that’s my bad, then,” suo says softly, leaning down to kiss you again—on your forehead, and then on your nose, and then on your lips again, short and sweet. “i’ll make it up to you. go out with me?”

you look up at him.

the jewel of suo’s affection was bright red, you decided. and it was yours, now, sitting in the palm of your hand.

“of course,” you say.

and suo smiles, pulling you close to his chest.

[sporkberries]

What if the culmination of the story was our meeting and we’ve been circling each other for so long while changing and warping the world around us… and we were both mailmen

[faulix]

selfship promo!

hi!!! i'm felix!!!! i'm 28, he/it, yes, i selfship

my lovely f/o is faux from brc 💕 we were just engaged recently!! 💍 i don't like sharing him at all whatsoever, and i also have platonic f/os such as the bomb rush crew and zenyatta from ovw

i keep my links in my pinned! thank you for looking let's be mutuals

❌️ PROSHIP DNI I HAVE SPIKES ON MY BLOG ❌️

[s-aint-elmo]

there was a post about daiba nana as a body snatcher horror from junna’s pov and it has me in a fucking chokehold.

imagine being roommates with somebody you haven't gotten to know yet, and it's a little awkward but you're both polite and she seems like a nice girl. she's kind and open and warm, ready with a helping hand or a listening ear, beloved quickly by your classmates in a way you never quite managed to convince people to love you. you could be friends with her, given time. you think she might want to be friends with you, too. 

you go to sleep as hoshimi-san and wake as hoshimi-san and walk to school as hoshimi-san, but, without warning, you cross the threshold of the classroom and suddenly you're junna-chan. 

suddenly, the friendly interest in daiba-san's eyes has deepened with an intensity that unnerves you, even when it manifests in entirely benign ways—an uncanny familiarity with your schedule, a fond glimmer for your quotations, an offering of your favourite snack food with a side of dishonesty in the way she claims it was a lucky guess. 

you feel seen. the way prey does when a predator reveals itself upwind. exposed and unprotected. 

but daiba-san is easy to like, easy to love, easy to forgive. you forget your unease in the face of her sincerity. she takes care of everybody as though it were her sole purpose on this earth, so you take care of her. 

when daiba-san becomes nana and you become junna-chan, willingly this time, you wonder if you imagined the anticipatory gleam in her eyes when you served her your first name, as though it were a favourite dish she'd long been craving.

[solargeist]

Why do the watchers and Xelqua call Grian sunset and does it have anything to do with the fact that Grian literally means sun in Irish?

(I'm sorry if you've already answered this I'm on mobile and looking back through posts takes forever)

Yeah it’s bc his name means Sun ! I’m sure the Watchers had some more symbolism to the nickname than I do haha, tho sometimes pet-names just Happen, he lived on the ocean, I’m sure Aether saw the sunset a lot and started to compare it to Grian (plus his dirty blonde hair is very bright in sun light.)

Xelqua is being sarcastic when he says it to Grian though

[littleseasalt]

YOU like sugarduo because haha funny loud brazilian man with his antics going to scream at philza, I like sugarduo because this guy used to threaten to lock the other guy up to force him to love him, the other guy crushing his heart way too many times. But all that didn't stop them from battling to their max to try and save a kid who was in danger and the moment the kid dies, few blocks away, it's the first time he sees more about the guy than just "guy who thinks I'm his ex" and it's the first time he sees that man so devasted. The community goes through another loss - now permanently - of one of their children and the guy decides that that's enough, no one will ever have to go through that again. If you can't fight the code to save your kid and your kid could die from other accidents you may as well unite the usable to the pleasant. The guy stops everything he's doing to create a system to assure the kids safety and it's like for the first time when they look at each other's eyes they don't see "My ex" and "The guy who's obsessed with me", but instead they see each other as man who, during their time in the island, were shaped by fatherhood. The guy finally gets the ultimate rejection, but instead of completely stopping to care about the other, they open a new path. Despite all the antics of the past they both find a deep trust in each other and they can still joke around and find some remnants from the beginning of their bond. The other guy trusts him so much that he gives him access to the bunker where he keeps his kids safe - he trusts him so much to the point where you get an anarchist who voted for the guy. And despite the guy becoming president and lots of people seeing red flags, the trust is still there. So much that now the president is fully allowed to take care of his children whenever he wants to, even when the first attempt didn't seem to go well. So much that even when the president was drugged and threatened him with a gun, he never stopped trusting him, knowing that the guy he trusts is stil there somewhere. AND because haha funny loud brazilian man with his antics going to scream at philza

[hishighnesstheprincess]

Hi! This is gonna be a masterpost about how the metal virus in Sonic IDW functions, complete with screenshots and a whole ton of rambling!

So first off, this is gonna be divided into four sections: How It Infects, How Zombots Behave, The Cure(s), and Miscellaneous.

Obviously let's begin with section 1: How It Infects

We find out from some scenes of Dr Starline and Eggman the very basics of how the virus infects things: it starts with the liquid ooze that Eggman creates, but anything that is infected can be a transmitter. It can infect anything organic, but inorganic/processed materials, at least in these early scenes, cannot be infected.

The rabbit and the flower are both infected and converted by the initial liquid, and the rabbit goes on to infect the pig by just touching it, and the flower infects the squirrel in the same way.

Some other details from analysis of these scenes: once something is infected, it can transmit the infection to other parts of its body just by tapping them (the last shot of the squirrel transferring their infection from their hand to their head). And while completely covering the victim in liquid converts them to a zombot within seconds (as also seen below with Rough and Tumble), merely tapping them doesn't spread it nearly as quickly.

However, repeated exposure to the virus is shown to speed up the process significantly (as seen below).

Lastly for this section, how the virus works while it is on organic material. It actually appears to have two different rates of infections for plants and for living beings, as shown in the panels below.

In the first one, we see that it takes at least ~8 hours minimum for the virus to creep a couple inches up the side of a tree and to infect a flicky sleeping in it. In the last two, we see that it doesn't take long for a small spot of infection on a Mobian to progress into a full blown zombot conversion (we know not much time passes, maybe an hour or so, because the sky doesn't progress much from what looks like the middle of a sunset to the end of a sunset). While due to the power of exponential growth it's likely that more of the natural plant life on Mobius would get infected at an increasingly faster rate as the virus went on, it does seem that the initial infection rate is very different. For whatever reason, I don't know and don't particularly care, it's useful.

One last note on this section before I end this bit (cus I've hit the image limit already yay Tumblr): how the virus interacts with clothing. We can see clearly from Charmy's case that not only can the virus get on clothing, it can infect from there, and in many other cases down the line we see that it can get all over clothing. Additionally, from Rough and Tumble we can see that their gloves and shoes get transformed along with them. Either this means the virus can infect inorganic/processed material, or every Mobian we see infected is all wearing organic material somehow. I'm going with the secret third option: it's for plot convenience, and in my AU of the metal virus I'm just going to bullshit something about the clothing being skintight or something.

Anyway, this is the end of part 1, other parts on their way shortly.

[kitsoa]

"All I Hear Are Screams"

This is what you get when you're looping Love in Paradise and projecting Ody's absolute trauma on Vash as Eriks.

Ok but I Vash's Stampede Erik's design is not only like... really freaking good, it's got layers. First of all, his hair lays hella flat just like when he was a kid, and it bunches in a boxy style in a similar way. His haircut might have been unfortunately asymmetrical but the guy is a depression spell away from a total natural bowl cut at all times.

Furthermore! Stampede Eriks doesn't have the fringed bangs! He's a total sheepdog which makes him look identical to Tesla. I swear, I had to draw his glasses on him to make sure he was honestly recognizable.

Anyway, I made this solely because of the song. I find that the conflict with Vash's cultivated peace, in the face of his guilt and self-destructive thoughts over Julai creates this real desperate temptation. Like the peaceful life wants to cling to him and he wants to run from his past, but he can do neither, and he's just in agony in every way.

[mexipoopy]

SHES HOME 🥰🥰

[marcescenx-arc]

Love that you think this is funny. I know a Shigaraki writer that would disagree. Since this was all their shit. They used to be well liked in the rpc. And you think you're tough shit because... you write with these people? Get good yourself. I hope you know Hawks would take advantage of Tomura and so would Dabi. Actually kinda gross how you're fetishizing abuse

Anon...this is gonna be us soon. We're entering our enemies to lovers arc...we can't do this, anon. IT'S WRONG...

[applestruda]

Im going to be insane on saturday ill never shut up

[mochinomnoms]

While reading through ur blog again I decided to come up with another scenario for octopolycule

(This is based on the "bagging the two twins in the one mate for life" thing)

Yuu: Azul what the fuck is wrong with your eels they are being so kind it is scary

Azul: Yeah I assume that all that noise from last night was you three, correct?

Yuu: Well can't really blame me! Have you tried to get double penetration???

Azul: Oh please it can't be that hard

*polycule happens*

-vaquita

Lmaooooo

I personally think that the polycule would have to start with the trio first and then the addition with Yuu, but that's just me personally!

[formulaforza]

cupcakes-- m.schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 650 a/n: I just want to pinch his cheeks

The whole house smelled like cake, you’d been baking all afternoon and were mixing red food coloring into the vanilla frosting when he got home from the gym. He called his hello from around the corner and appeared soon after, sweaty and stupidly sexy, water bottle in hand. 

He set it in the sink with a metallic thud, and then he’s hugging you from behind, kissing your neck and your shoulder and your hair. “Micky!” You giggled, squirmed in his arms. “You’re so gross.”

“I’m your gross,” He says, releases you from his strong grip and swipes his index finger through your half-mixed  frosting. 

“Baby!” You scold, smile on your face, and shove him in the direction of your bedroom. “Go shower.” He walks backward toward the room, wiggling his brows and laughing while he sucks the pink frosting from his finger. 

“Do you want to help me decorate?” You ask when he’s done and showered, lounging on the couch and crolling through his phone. You watch over his shoulders as he clicks the power button off, drops the device face down onto his chest. You swear you can see his smile, even though you’re looking at the back of his head. 

“I can think of nothing I want to do more,” He replies, standing up with a groan, stretching, yawning, lazily trudging over to joining you in the kitchen. You hand him a butter knife and the frosting container. 

“It’s not a race.” You warned him, pointing your own knife at him. 

“It’s always a race.” He kisses you and laughs, but listens, takes his time covering the cupcakes in pink frosting. He pays so much attention to detail that you figure he’s holding a silent competition with you. If he can’t race you, he can make a better looking cupcake than you. You finish frosting your half before he does.  Aye! He yelps when you grab one from his side. Keep your grubby hands off my cupcakes. 

You roll your eyes, set it back down on the counter and grab the sprinkles from the pantry. You’re done before he’s finished frosting, still tediously painting the cake with his dull knife. You set all of your cupcakes carefully into the plastic holder, remove one right after, and sit on the counter next to him to eat it. “I like that one,” You say, mouth half full, pointing to the one of his that looks the messiest. “What happened there?”

He’s moved onto the sprinkles, now, holding the cupcake at eye level and carefully placing each sprinkle individually. He glares at you over the frosting. “That’s the abstract one.” You laugh, almost spit the cupcake out of your mouth, laugh harder. He shakes his head, chuckles, too. You love to make him laugh, even if it’s accidentally. 

You swipe a finger through the leftover frosting when he isn’t looking, and when he sets his finished cupcake on the counter, you wipe it on his face, pink and sweet and sugary on his cheek. He jumps, tries to dodge, to swat your hand away, but the deed is already done. You look at him with wide eyes and a stupidly giant smile, lick the rest of the frosting off your finger. “You’re dead!” He says, and you launch yourself off the counter with a squeal, running from him around the island, laughing and laughing. He chases you into the living room, tackles you onto the couch. He kisses you and gets frosting on your face and you giggle into his mouth. “What do you have to say for yourself?” He asks. 

You beam, try to bite your lip and stifle a laugh. “I love you?” 

“You love me?” He mocks, tickles your side. “You love me, huh?” He repeats, kissing your cheeks and your forehead and anything close to his lips.

“I do!” You laugh hard, without restraint, loud and unabashed and achy.