#in a world of their own ❁ ooc ❁

[spearingskies]

ooc;

Hi besties <3 Just a quick update post to announce that I will be switching Hinoka’s characterization back to being unmarried and without children. I will update her pages and info shortly to reflect that.

Have a lovely day!

[anirritant]

this is so stupid lol

bonus:

edit: here's an alternate scrapped scene that isn't canon to the au anymore but i still wanted to post hehe >:)

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you.I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything--first myself, then reality, then hope--you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[crimelrd]

please stop using genocide apologists as your face claims. I promise a selfie or two is not worth being complicit in the systematic killing of innocent civilians. and yes, that also goes for your favorite a list celebrity that has been silent about the ongoing violence happening in palestine and instead tries to shove their new partner/album/make up line down our throats.

a thread of celebrities that have publicly shown support for i*rael provided by @kettensaege and there’s plenty more out there. one more list that I find very, very noteworthy.

[mha-atdr]

*throws my mha oc into this account for no reason*

anywayyy i'll probably start posting on this account again soon when i get the motivation (and asks) but yea ^^;

[bumblingbabooshka]

Getting Along / Adult children who text their parents 'what's the [future space netflix] password???' while they're in meetings.

[faulty-heat-vents]

(ooc: long and kinda dark backstory comic below cut, mind the tw tags)

//You aren't him. Stop living in his shadow.

//I know I'm not him. I'll never live up to whatever they wanted from me.

//You've been killed, and you came back. That's more than he ever did.

//...I guess that's a good point. Not often you get an uneven k/d.

//Not often you get a second chance to be yourself. Now you have me, and nobody will take that chance from you again.

//…thanks, Thermie.

//Reciprocated, Pilot.

[kitpine]

Some Kim edits to start off the blog! Last one is rough; I got tired and wanted to stop lol. Neither of Scott or Stephen's designs are blog canon currently, so elements hinted here may change.

(Scott was gonna be a ferret--)

[bottombaron]

whenever i think abt writing Nandor and i get going thru a series of sequences of him behaving like a well-adjusted, caring, adult i have to stop myself, backspace several mental paragraphs and remember that he's basically a semi-captive lion being observed in a nature documentary and he functions on 92% Id

[lususnatura]

i needdd a roleplay where blamore finally let's the spines around it's neck grow to full size in front of another muse... because you know that he feels intimidated when that happens as they are quite literally HUGE

[didyouforgetwhoiwas]

funny that people confuse you for a cinnamon roll, isn’t it, Shelly?

because cinnamon rolls provide happiness and comfort, and in turn, people love them for it…

when a fossil is meant to be forgotten.

funny, isn’t it, Shelly? because, let’s be honest, the fossil fits you more than the cinnamon roll.

tell me, do you have any genuine connections aside from you trying to help other people? and even if you think you do, how can you know for sure that they see you as a friend, rather than a tool?

because deep down you know that the second you stop being useful to them, the second you stop being their tool…

they’ll toss you aside and forget you ever existed.

because in reality, underneath that helpful and agreeable exterior, you’ve chiseled away at your personality to fit the needs of others until there was nothing left that was yours anymore.

until you were a shell of your former self.

-red text anon

Shelly holds the sides of her arms, crossing them. Her tail between her legs, she refuses to meet your gaze.

Thats.. not..

The word true lingers on her tongue. The lie tastes like dirt and dust. It leaves her mouth dry, and she swallows anxiously.

They're right. They're so right, but.. if she admits it... The fossil clenches her fists, opening her mouth once more. To object? To keep denying the truth? It doesnt matter, because mothing comes out. She cant say anything.

...She chooses to try and ignore it, turning so her back faces you.

G-Go away.

[outofthiisworld]

[sits up in a frenzy] superheroes + supervillains funded and supported by ATLAS!!! [lays back down]

[cloudburst-ink]

🌈 Free the gays from weird heteronormative top/bottom discourse 2k24!!! 🖤 (And by extension, the dom/sub associations that go with it!! Which are also a completely separate though sometimes overlapping concept!!!)

Write your violent angry murder blorbo getting railed!! Make that sweet shy angel baby a top! Make them both verse and throw the concept out altogether because it’s inherently a bit silly to start with!! ✨ And your personality in the rest of your life often has nothing to do with your bedroom preferences anyway! ✨

Or don’t! Do whatever you want because it’s fanfiction! 🥰✨ Write them with whatever dynamics or lack thereof that you want—that’s the point! And no one can tell you what is and isn’t okay to write in your own fics!! 🎊 They're fictional characters, have fun!!!!!

Happy new year fellow fandom gays!!! Go wild!

[magnifiico]

due to a couple conversations with some friends today who write muses from other universes i'm curious to explore, i just wanted to drop a quick line that i have a generic "au" verse for mags now! (♡´౪`♡)

basically, for any setting not his own (a universe where Rosas doesn't exist), mags has ended up in that new universe after a... somewhat failed but ultimately successful (???) attempt to break out of mirror jail

task failed successfully

he's broken out buuuut he's not in his own world

the forbidden magic straight-up just trolling him now ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖) but it's deserved

[trickstercaptain]

i've been writing jack nearly ten years now but i still have an extremely niche wishlist of things i want to one day write and one of the top ones is getting to write a dream!version of jack who pops up in someone else's subconscious

[jizzlords]

y'know how in "crooked", when fizz says "I don't know why you waste your time on me" and Ozzie claps back with "baby, all i got is time".

ozzie well aware he legit has all the time. and fizz doesn't. so he sets time aside especially for fizz. all fizz has to do is so much as touch Ozzie and ozzie's immediately giving himself to fizz. whatever Fizz wants, whatever Fizz needs, even if he doesn't wanna ask. ozzie giving every second he can since for Fizz, time is valuable. therefore time spent with Fizz isn't even "spending" at all but precious moments. u feel?